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‘ ONE OF HIS GIRLSSSS ! ,

ᡴꪫ‎ sum. toji ends up finding out maybe his best friend's daughter isn’t so innocent after all once he walks in on you and your precious 12k viewers. he grows amused by your little side hustle as a cam girl. but actually, maybe having him as a special guest wasn’t so bad. (girl it was)

wc. 6k

warnings. fem! reader, vōyerism, dad's best friend! toji, age gap (reader is over twenty), unprotected, praise, dirty talk, squírting, cunnílingus, slight dumbification, impact play, size kink, spit.

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“guys, i’m serious,” you’d utter, your monitor staring right back at you — a full live audience of over twelve thousand eyes listening to you speak. you were cooped up in your room, slouching on your chair with your legs pressed together. “he’s totally real. we even almost got caught one time.”

you were referring to your dad’s best friend, toji…

just muttering his name aloud made you feel all sorts of tingles. oh, to think how that 'one time' was just about three days ago. you still remember everything like it just happened, the intoxicating taste of toji’s lips, his unforgettable loud cologne scent, how fucking mean he was, you missed him, who were you even kidding. last time you checked, him and your father went out somewhere. you didn’t bother to care where, probably fishing or something.

skimming through the plethora of donations with filthy questions, thirsty provocative questions that desperately craved your attention, you read one, “how is he in bed, oh—well,” and you squeeze your thighs before re-adjusting your screen. “he’s okay. i had to fake my orgasms a few times though, figures ‘cause he’s kinda old.”

“oh yeah?”

as if on cue, there toji stood—right outside your doorway, hands buried in his deep roots of pockets and that same unreadable expression. he’s sending you straight daggers, you crane your neck to glance at him before you panic, “uh, i’ll talk to you guys later.”

“nah keep that shit on, girl,” he shakes his head, trodding his bare feet towards you. you mentally face palm. you could have sworn he was out somewhere with your father. “just when i thought ya couldn’t get even freakier,” he mutters, and he’s now behind you—green irises peering at your monitor. the chat suddenly spams with some of your audience lusting over toji, wondering if he’s a special guest. “heyyy,” he says to the screen, his voice was a pitchy low and then you gasp once he throws an arm around you. “is he a special guest?” and then he turns to you with a sly grin. “i don’t know, princess . . am i?”

“. . . i mean i guess,” you speak, not even realizing how your tone softens a bit. this always happened, whenever you were just a few feet away from toji, you’d feel so tense. it’s officially been a week since the two of you were screwing around—you hadn’t gotten caught, at least you think you haven’t gotten caught. the thrill of it all though, it was enticing. he eyes your little set up and he’s amused more than anything. “this is the guy i was telling you guys about,” you avert your dilated pupils back towards the bright screen. “this is . . . toji.”

“heh yo,” he scoffs at the screen with a greet, seeing how your confidence fades the moment he’s in the room with you. toji leans beside you, eyeing the lewd comments before one catches his eye. “tell him to turn around. what for?”

you sheepishly grin at the webcam, knowing some of your aroused fans wanted to take a quick peek at toji’s ass. to be fair, you couldn’t exactly blame them. you stare a bit yourself, and it was definitely. . . something.

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wormfucker69: he looks like the guy who works @ my cleaners lol

shokostrapdestroyer: Where’s Shoko ?????

kanyeastinfection: Soooo hawt ;)

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“how come y’er all shy? i heard what you’ve been saying ‘bout me, y’know,” toji mumbles. he stands tall, cracking his neck towards the left. his entire frame, he was always so handsome. you take a moment to glance up at him, his perfectly chiseled physique. he looked like he was about to head to the gym, he had on a simple wife beater with dingy grey sweats. his gaze he had towards you was purely tantalizing. “. . ah,” he inches closer towards you, bending down as you sat on the office chair, getting right up close to your face. “why don’t you repeat that last bit for me. you fake your orgasms with this old man?”

“i didn’t ….” you trail off, trying to come up with some excuse. suddenly, it felt hot. you felt hot.

your heart starts to race the more he stared you down. the chat was going at a much more rapid speed, it’s like your viewer count doubled the moment toji entered. then you thought—maybe this would do you some good, having him as a special guest didn’t seem so bad.

he lightly grabs your chin, making you peer straight into his eyes. “i stay away from you for three days ‘n it seems like you forgot how to act.”

toji did have a point precisely, for the last three days you basically had the entire house to yourself. him and your father went out to some business trip, you missed him though.

of course, if you tagged along you’d be sure you’d both get caught so you just offered to watch over the house. it was as if the more time you spent with toji, the more you started to feel something.

you didn’t know what it was, it was hard to put into detail, put into pure words—but you knew for certain, you didn’t wanna stop seeing him. it was spring break after all…

“i meant what i said,” you mutter.

while returning his gaze, toji’s eyes widen for a bit, off guard by your sudden switch of attitude. you had a bit of a plan, you decided if you played along, your sweet thousands of fans would eat it up. and they were, the repetitive high-pitch sounds of constant donations rang through your ears before you continue to speak. “i faked everything, toji.”

his eyes linger into you for a long time before he drags a thumb down your lip. “well shit. that so?” and his voice—it pitches a dangerous tune. you already start to feel your thighs squeeze together more tightly. “mhm,” he grunts, watching you nod your head in response. he scoffs to himself before grumbling. “maybe i should make it more real for you then.”

with such simple words, trust and believe he does.

toji’s way of making it more real was to simply have you ride his face, all in front of your audience too.

for some reason, you felt burning up coming to the sheer realization that literally all eyes were simply on you. a quick glance at your blue light monitor and the viewer count displayed a hefty whopping amount of 12,295. all you could think about it was the hefty bank you were about to make.

your legs quaver as toji’s laid flat on your old bed, having you take your seat right on his face — his breath is hot as he runs his tongue alongside your inner thighs before giving you a stare. “eyes down here, not them,” he snarls, and you moan once he spanks your pre-soaked clit, your panties still attached. “they aren’t about to fuckin’ eat you out, are they?”

“n—no,” you murmur out, looking down back at him and he slowly runs a fat thumb down your slit.

oh, you were soaked alright.

a cute little damp spot between the middle part of your underwear makes an appearance and he slides his tongue all against it. he’s so slow with it all, making sure to take his time to make you pout out for him. “toji,” you mumble, feeling your tummy sink in before you huff out a single breath. he’s still so attractive, even underneath you—a little yet nice amount of facial hair scatters near certain parts of his face. scattered specks of brief darkened hair near his sharp jaw paint his face like an empty canvas. you run a finger against his chin and he shoots you a sleazy grin. “hurry up, toji.”

dark eyes flicker back towards you before he gifts your sopping pussy a mean spank. “hurry up toji,” he mocks your tone. you melodically whimper, watching as he licks a single stripe between your covered slit. “shut the fuck up. ‘m gonna take my time with you since apparently you ‘fake’ everything.”

you couldn’t help but merely slip out a giggle, your comment really offended him in some way. obviously, you were joking though—you and toji both knew he knew how to snatch multiple orgasms out of you at once. he was quite a skilled man without question, with his tongue—his dick, literally anything.

although, you snap out of your salacious thoughts the moment you feel him latch his tongue against your folds. it took you a minute to realize your panties were already off, he practically ripped them off and he was already digging in. you whimper, hovering your weight over his face before staring at the lit up monitor.

BIGDICKKUNA: Even my domain has better camera quality than this

gojoclitoru: here sukuna go…

FOXYKITTEN2940: clean up aisle my pants >.<

you’re starting to grind against his face, a hand combing through his hair before your bite your lip. toji stares at you, dragging a thumb down your puffy slit before leaning back to spit on it. he was always such a sloppy man—no shame in the world. you’d feel yourself pulsate whenever he did that, departing his lips away from your cunt before collecting a good wad of saliva to coat your folds with such a sheeny translucent color.

squelch after squelch, undeniably you were sopping. his nose briefly prods against your nub and you whine once he finally starts to actually eat you out.

“f-fuckkk.” you’d breathe, intaking a sharp breath. sudden dizziness overtook you—a thrum escapes from your sheeny lips as you rock your hips forward. it was hypnotic, the way you move against his mouth. toji looked so pretty underneath you too. his eyes, so hooded and half lidded—such a hungry gaze, a starved animal. he starts tantalizingly slow at first, making sure to lay the flat of his tongue against your entrance before simply digging in.

side—to—side, his head continues to swiftly shift and move as he’s devouring his meal, a thumb continues to strum against your slick arousal before he starts to suck, suck, suck.

candy, a perfect way to describe your taste in toji’s humblest opinion. he could never get enough, a few long strands of his hair tickles against your thighs as he resumes his sloppy eating. “mhm. pull on it.” he says between hot breaths, and you feel a sudden fire ignite inside of you. you knew immediately he was referring to his hair. such ruffled, messy strands desperately awaiting to be tugged by your fingers.

so you do—you take a good grab, lightly yanking him forward and he grunts.

“. . harder,” he rasps, and he’s already starting to look blissed out. eyes all glazed over, you wriggle over his face before you feel a sudden shiver overtake you. you pull harder and his face goes right against your cunt. you sloppily swipe against his nose like a credit card and he smirks at you. “that’s what ‘m talking about. ride my face, girl.”

his words, his filthy vulgarly words guide you through it all.

each pulse makes you twitch even more—each breath that runs out your mouth feels like it’s going to be your last, especially with a tongue like toji’s. he makes sure not to miss a drop, slurping quite everything out of you. he was a man—not necessarily a clean one, but he was never scared of a little mess. you start to coat the bottom part of his chin with your slit, it’s glistening so much.

after a while, toji’s already drunk off of your sweetened taste. every few flicks of his tongue against your nub makes cute whimpers coo out your throat and you only tighten the grip against his hair.

“r-right there, ‘s good when you suck there, toji.”

“cause i know what the fuck ‘m doing.” he grumbles back, bringing his same thumb to slide down your slit. he repeats it again and again. smearing your own mess right back on you, only to clean it up. he was a messy man, and with a tasty pussy that you had—you only made him ten times messier.

he was never one to complain though, toji’s the type to never say thank you—he shows you how grateful he is, it involves with being between your legs.

toji fushiguro…

a sleazy man without a single care in the word, maybe messing around his with best friend’s daughter slash colleague was a bit taboo. but did he care—no, was he gonna stop doing it—no, was he perhaps catching feelings for you the more time he spends with you? were you catching feelings?

. . .

unanswered questions, even if you asked yourself that question, you honestly couldn’t even know how to reply. the two of you never really labeled anything, so this was just a simple spring break fling right?

once courses resume and you go back to your well prestige university your father got you into due to connections, that’d probably be the last you’d see of him. toji fushiguro, the man you’ve been screwing around with for the past almost two weeks. it’s almost safe to say that you started to get attached to his presence—sometimes it’s like the two of you didn’t even care if you got caught. there was literally a time where toji fingered you under the table during dinner.

that was . . embarrassing.

the way you were trying to withhold a conversation with your father—he’s just rambling you about what a boring day he had at the office and you’re over here gushing on his best friend’s fingers. you find yourself thinking about that specific moment all too well—as well as the various other ones, him fucking you on the hood of his car, in the living room, and even the bathroom—which your panties ended up getting found.

oops.

“told you to keep those fuckin’ eyes on me,” he hoarsely rasps—snapping you out of your lewd reminiscing fantasm. his tongue, it’s swirling all against your clit as you focus your attention back towards him. with two big hands, he holds your jerky hips steady—feeling you rut against his mouth before he feels you pulse right in his mouth. “yeah.” he mutters, bringing two digits to prod towards your slick entrance. you whine, feeling him slowly insert them with ease—so wet, he was almost in awe at how you were dripping like a faucet. not even a faucet could compare nor describe how sodden your sweet cunt was. each lap he makes with his tongue gets more filthy, it turns into sucking before you’re practically spasming all over again.

you moan, hands still tight and rigidly tangled within his strands before you take a quick peek at your laptop. so many eyes were on you—so many more eyes now, the count was steadily doubling, the donations you were receiving made your mouth nearly water. tip after tip, your pupils turned into green dollar signs. this was probably the most viewers you had in the entirety of your little cam girl side hustle.

all thanks to toji.

you’re getting close, it’s inevitable—especially with the way your hips continue to rock back and forth. a cute rhythm he got accustomed to, toji brings two rough hands towards the fat mounds of your ass before squeezing it. he was always a handsy man, feeling all over your body. green pools of eyes stare right at you as you’re intaking each staggering breath that escapes your spit-glossed lips. “c-close, toji,” you’d babble out, your knees almost buckle—a sudden twinge pouring into your lower abdomen before you mewl. “gonna—cum, gonna—”

“baby hold it,” he says sternly, the base in his voice never failing to make you wet. he breaks his lips away for a moment before he glances at the screen—an upside down position. “hm. chat, should the pretty girl finish early?”

your heart drops—you knew how many trolls you had in your audience, and before you could cutely tell him to just let you climax, he hums in amusement at the incoming flood of comments.

chososbootylicker29: Petition to have Toji oiled and cheeked up

zorosballswallower: NOOOOO

anonymoususer: dad?

gojoclitoru: lol no.

and with many others the comments continue to flood.

majority of the answers being no—you hated being edged, loathed it. especially with toji because he was so damn mean. he snickers, reading the responses upside down before you feel the two tips of his fingers shove way deep inside you. your back arches and you whine ore he holds your hips in place with a single hand. “looks like y’er little fans want you to wait pretty girl,” and you look down at him with a cute glare—his lips depart and his entire mouth from the very bottom of his chin was damp. even still, he looked so attractive. “cute. a glare ain’t gonna change nothing though,” and a pout shortly stretched against your lips as he runs his tongue near your frantic pulsing clit. he brings a spank to it and it makes you whine. “be a good girl ‘n wait a little longer.”

“i can’t,” you frown out, and that only earns another sharp spank towards your folds.

“yes you fuckin’ can,” and you start to whine once he stops eating you out. it felt so warm, all of a sudden the cold air wafts against your skin and you shudder. toji loves more than anything to spank your pussy whilst staring right into your eyes. “if i tell my girl to wait, she’s gonna wait.”

my girl…

for some reason, that made your pulsing ten times worse, a plethora of butterflies arise inside your stomach and you’re still just hovering over his face.

he palpates his fingers—not his tongue to rummage all inside your cunt, you frown cutely. you wanted his tongue, not his stubby thick fingers. although, the thing you wanted most was to finish. as you grind against his face, you feel his infamous scar run against your pussy and it tickles. it tickles in such a way that it drags out a sweet crying moan from you.

“t—toji,” you start to grow impatient. he’s just teasing you, blowing against your folds with warm breath, swiping his nose alongside your sopping entrance, anything but tasting you again. he likes seeing you like this, on the brink of tears because you got denied a climax. it started to come closer and closer until once it was finally there—you puff up your cheeks for a split second before moaning. “g-god, i can’t hold it. ‘m gonna cummm.”

“wait,” he utters in a husky rasp, watching as you quaveringly hover over his face—chin just soaked with your arousal, he licks the bottom of his lip before tittering at you. “you finish when i’m ready.”

“f-fuck you,” you whimper, and you end up cumming anyway—he’s taken aback but it only arouses him even more. the brat, oh the brat that you were. one of the many things he liked about you, you were submissive but not entirely—you had a backbone, you talked back to him, you even had the nerve to roll those pretty eyes at him.

it hits you like a semi-truck.

illegal full speed, the brakes were had to step on and you feel it just strike right into you at full force. your orgasm, you scoot your hips forward against his mouth and now he’s the one glaring at you. toji laps up all of you, two fingers spreading your clit apart before he spits on it again. “you just don’t listen, huh,” and his voice was even lower than it was before—a rich baritone lingering underneath it. you’re riding out your climax when he lightly shoves you on the bed.

in your mind, you’re thinking . .

finally, the good part.

toji grimaces at the cute smile that goes against your lips. you’re eager just as him— not to mention, it’s been three days since he’s touched you. “don’t get too excited, brat,” he grumbles with a scowl tugging the corners of his mouth. he plops onto the bed before staring down at you. “bend the fuck over for me. fake orgasm my ass.”

so blunt, you immensely comply—so impatient for him to just be inside of you.

the piles of donations triple by this point, and you try to take a peep at your screen before he spanks your ass. “ass up, face down little girl. don’t got all day.”

“sorryyy,” you giggle with a mere eye roll.

testing toji’s patience was always so fun for you. for whatever reason, getting on his nerves really turned you on. once you finally bend over for him, two hands grab the fats of your ass and you bite your lip once he prepares to align himself. you’re facing your bright lit screen.

the comments talking more about toji than you and you pout . . . figures though. he’s hot, no wonder all the attention would be on him instead of you.

with his right hand, he wraps it around his thick length before rubbing his tip against your pre-drenched entrance. he grunts, witnessing how your pussy tries to swallow him so easily…

you’re puckering, awaiting for him to stuff you full as you’re slump right into the mattress. “but sweetheart, y’er not sorry,” he grunts, smacking his fat tip against your slick folds. a soft mewl runs out the back of your throat before you arch just a bit more. with another spank, he snarls in a huff, “not gonna fuck ya that easy. y’er gonna have to use those manners if you wanna get what you want.”

“huh?”

“huh?” he mocks, kissing your ass with another spank from his palm. “you can’t hear? speak, girl. talk ‘ta me nice.”

glossy eyes of yours avert towards your screen, everyone’s lusting over toji and it only fuels his ego even more—you easily felt yourself throb, a pout never leaving your lips before you inhale.

“please . . ” you start, feeling him softly drag a hand against your curves, your physique. his touch always had you weak, taking in every part of your frame. all his . . just for these few weeks.

“please what?”

“please f—fuck me,” you grumble, and you’re growing more and more irritated—he hums to himself, amused. each second you spend speaking, each second he could be inside of you. you and him both knew that.

toji rubs his leaky tip with a bit more pressure against your pussy, just a a little more and he’d be inside. you started to feel your mouth salivate before you start to whine. “hm,” he ponders to himself, green eyes occasionally staring at the laptop that had about hundreds of comments spamming per second. “fine. i feel like bein’ nice to you today, especially since i haven’t seen my girl in a hot minute,” and again, he refers to you as his girl. it sends an unfamiliar feeling of butterflies brewing up in your stomach before he spanks you for probably the umpteenth time now. “now, arch a liiiitle more ‘n stare at your fans for me, yeah.”

you’re propped on the mattress with your ass all up in the air. from your screen as you stare at it, you spot toji’s mirroring reflection. that sly smile that slowly and gradually forms against his lips.

“lie the fuck down.” he mutters, feeling you try to sit up. you do, intaking a single breath before you feel him huff out a low puff. toji’s eyes stare right at your ass, he takes every moment in. the way you suck him in, it’s just filthy. the saturated squelches that shortly follow afterward—so filthy.

a six letter word to perfectly describe this entire situation.

arched over for your dad’s best friend, who would have thought—not you, not in a million years.

“ . . . shit,” he pants, and you’re so wet. you moan, pawing at the fat silk sheets in front of you. so many flooded comments of your audience merely thirsting over toji, wishing desperately that they were in your position. ( . . quite literally . . )

and toji’s just so fucking big.

he’s got a lofty height of inches under his belt.

metaphorically speaking—just a single sharp thrust and you’re speechless.

the wind gets snatched out of your lungs and it’s so vigorous that your head’s spinning. this entire angle, he’s got you right where he wants you—on all fours with your ass perked up. toji can’t keep his hands to himself anyway, his hands roam all over your waist before holding both hips in place. clammy hands just about stick to your skin before he starts to create a decent pace.

a slow pace — a slow pace that turns more mean.

languidly, you feel yourself leaning to his touch as he runs a hand down your spine.

toji brings one leg up to deepen the position and not even moments later, your lips part.

“t—toji . . ah ah,” and you don’t even recognize yourself. he repositions himself for a split second, making haste with his hips before sliding his feet right past your knees. with this, it’s more stimulation and you feel it all. just the right amount of pressure, his balls sharply thwack against your ass and it makes your mind cloud up with fuzz.

“. . damn,” he groans, a hand grabbing towards the back of your university hoodie. as he leans forward, dark viridescent colored pupils stare at your rear. the way it jerks and recoils against him, everytime . . it’s the best part. even more when he spanks it, deepening his hips against your cunt to earn out a cute whine or two from you. for what seemed like the millionth time, toji kisses the right cheek of your ass with various spanks. the sting has you gnawing on your lip like it’s candy, curling your toes up with a few droplets of sweat coating the bridge of your nose. “missed this pussy, three days too fuckin’ long, brat.”

“i missed you t—.”

“girl hello? i wasn’t talking to you.”

you frown, and it follows from a snicker from him.

“. . . so dramatic,” he’d eye roll once he hears you blow out a cute sigh. “fine, i did miss you,” and that was only a half lie. you knew in actuality, he missed what’s between your legs. toji still remained sassy as usual, it never left and it’d always stay. he’s buried all into you, deep to the hilt that each time his angry reddened tip drives against that spot, you squeal out in sweet pleasure.

it didn’t take him long to locate it, your g-spot. after a while you start to feel your pussy open, spreading wide—gaping. he was so ridiculously big, it’s leaving such question marks floating over your forehead because how can someone be this thick.

with a gruff—toji groans, veins bulging through his veins as he yanks your hoodie forward into him. he’s lenient, at least for a good while. letting you have your fun, get drunk off his cock before he edges you a more . . . oh just maybe.

gojoclitoru: does anyone want the link to my only fans :(

willbang4curses: Idk who I wanna be more…

iamnotsugurugetoseriouslyiamnothim: i want your only fans @/gojoclitoru

hotpeach03: Toji please I’m a single mom

your chat continues to spate, it’s so much that as your eyes watch them all flood down the logs, you could barely read the words.

he’s so deep inside, you’re almost drooling.

the stretch—he always leaves you so full, lips all parted and that same gaping mouth opening. pant after pant, you’re heaving heavily with your chest feeling tight and warm. “so deep,” you’d shriek, and he makes your arch lower just a bit further. he’s hitting all the right spots, not missing a single area. his dick retreats as it pulls out, then back again—twitching all inside of your cunt, he lunges forward with his hips before making you plop on your chest. “. . . .ohmygodohmygoddd,” and you were so whiney, you still can’t believe such pathetic noises slither past your damp lips. engulfed with your warm gummy walls squeezing him tight, he spanks you again . . . and again, and again.

“miss me that bad, huh?” he starts to speak. his voice was a pitchy rasp. a gruff base hides underneath it and you can hear the grit lingering like he needs to clear his throat. nevertheless, you throb anyway as he’s jackhammering his cock right into your swollen cunt over, and over, and over. “that why ya keep walkin’ around with these outfits? with no fuckin’ panties underneath, yeah?”

“forgot,” you whimper, shuddering once you feel toji grow playful. he trails his thumb towards your neglected puckering hole, fiddling with it just to get a reaction out of you, and he does. “s-sorry, ‘m sorry.”

“you don’t just forget to put panties on, slut,” he groans, and he feels himself approaching soon. it’s at the tip of his tongue—he feels the burn arise in the lower parts of his thighs, veins contouring to bulge all throughout his body. “wonder what y’er old man would think. ya only pull this shit ‘cause ‘s just you ‘n me here.”

he was right.

then again—if you’d have your father here, you’d never pull a bold stunt like that.

you’d rather drop dead than save yourself the embarrassment. funny though, considering the amount of times you almost got caught.

“so . . ” you mumble, and that’s when he presses his weight right against you this time. ah, prone bone.

you were really in for it now, thickly you swallow before his weight merely hovers over your ass, really deep in you this time.

he vigorously rams his thick cock into your sweltering cunt that’s hugging him oh so tight. he’s such a tease too—using every few chances he gets to poke and gingerly rub a thumb against your pulsating hole.

sweet moans die from your throat as you’re clinging onto the bed—such force that the springs nearly collapse from the whopping amounts of weight creating sheer impact. each thrust, it rings rapidly throughout your ears before toji groans. “f—fuck,” he’d groan, ignoring your little attempts of pure bratiness. you were at your wits end, smothering your glossed lips together before you feel his rounded cockhead mash against your most forbidden spots. spots that was so deep inside the inner areas of your cunt that it makes you mewl out in pure ecstasy. “gonna make me fill you up, princess,” he huffs out, tugging even tighter on the bottom part of your cerulean blue pull over. “s—shit,” and his gruff voice pitches time and time again. for a moment, you think you can hear toji whimper. it was real subtle though, but you heard it. loud and clearly. “gonna take it like you always do?”

“yesyesyes,” you nod—words pouring out of your lips like a waterfall, kneading your fingers into your palms as you bawled up the bedsheets right into your hands. with hooded droopy eyes, you stare at the screen with a dumb expression—he then takes the opportunity to get closer, grabbing you by the hair before holding your head up in front of your thousands of viewers.

“yes what, girl.”

you whine, feeling how perfectly his dick mashed throughout your folds—so easy for him, he was so thick that the stretch was simply immaculate.

“yesss, ‘m gonna take your c-cum, toji,” you’d pant, feeling your own eyes roll backwards—you probably looked a mess in front of your own thirteen thousand viewers, but you could care less. all that your empty brain could fathom was how you were ludicrously stuffed with his hefty cock. he’s drilling into you so good that that it almost feels like a massage. rough fingers run down your spine with one hand, another holding your head by the hair like it’s a prized possession before you whimper. “fuck me, fuck me, fuh—”

toji slaps a hand over your mouth the minute he hears something from downstairs—sure enough, it had to be your father.

shit.

he must have came home early. you remember him mentioning to you he was taking a trip to the corner store after work, probably to get some booze for him and toji to enjoy for some dumb football game.

“honeyyy? you up there?”

you moan, almost feeling your eyelids grow heavy as he’s still holding your head up in front of your laptop—his reflection in the screen just pounding into you at full speed.

already, you’re coating the back of his hand with nothing but your damp saliva—such a dirty girl, preferably his dirty girl.

maybe you were a bit delusional, no. you were very delusional—maybe this could go somewhere? then. again, it was no secret on how toji’s only around to get his dick wet, a reality that you forevermore choose to ignore—until you’d soon find out how that would bite you in the ass later on.

dead silence—you’re just muffling out mewls right into his mouth, and as if on cue, toji ends up finishing inside of you. it’s so much, velvety ropes of hot nut that fill the very insides of your pussy, shooting straight into your womb that your tummy flutters. it’s so much to where it spews out of your hole, he’s gotta poke his thumb in and swipe some out with the way it continues to leak. it’s so dirty, then again—toji fushiguro was a dirty man, the dirtiest.

“are ya gonna reply ‘n let y’er old man know you’re getting off his best friend’s cock or . . ?”

his words, such a tease that he’s still slowly pumping into you. gradually but slow, he plugs into your walls—seeping with cum that oozes out of your folds and you stare at the screen with a cute cock-drunken expression. “mmph,” was your reply, the only reply you could formulate since his big hand almost covered your entire face. so you give him a concise nod, hooded eyes feeling dry from staring at the screen for so many amount of minutes.

eventually, your father leaves and returns back to what he was doing . . . phew.

“that’s right,” he whispers in a low risqué tone, bringing a kiss towards the left part of your neck.

so tender—you’re gathering the strength to sit up but you end up slumping forward. with a pathetic, ‘oof’ you land on your chest, your own climax at the very edge. it’s cute because you end up finishing around the same time—your chest feels heavy, lungs tightly collapsing and all. the perfect way to describe your orgasm was a bomb—a bomb that was ticking and ticking, preparing to detonate before it finally does. instead, the destruction was you squirting, all over toji’s dick that stuffed you full. he’s so close up to your ear, hot breath fanning against your earlobe before he continues to speak. “. . oh, y’er fuckin’ dumb right now, aren’t ya. can barely speak.” and he removes his hand to where a trail of your spit departs. so lewd, you’re spasming from your recent release before with a quick glance—you stare at your monitor. you surpassed your tip goal by a huge milestone, yet like toji said—you were too dumb to even process let alone acknowledge it.

“t—toji,” you whimper, feeling the remnants of his sweet and savory seed pour down the crevices of your thighs. it was sticky, sticking to your skin like glue, sweltering of its entirety.

“come here, princess.”

it surprised you. for once, he was being . . . soft.

you reach backwards, closing your laptop before leaning right into toji. you moan, feeling his beefy ripped arms wrap around you, bringing you right into his embrace. bulky arms go around your waist and he pulls you into a sloppily heated kiss.

simultaneously, your heart skips a few beats—a few, probably an understatement. he tastes sweet, you could make out a brief tang of liquor on his tongue—a taste you didn’t want to ever forget. as your tongue rummages against his, you moan once he gets a bit handsy, a hand going right between your legs to feel the mess he made. the mess you made yourself also.

breathy pants could be heard from your lips as you press your dampish perspiring hands all on his bare chest. he’s wearing a somewhat of a formal shirt — you tug on his collar, yearning for him to come closer, to touch you more, hold you more. something, whatever it was was just brewing up inside of the very depths, the very pits of your stomach.

toji groans, the warmth of his breath wafting against yours before he pulls you away to get a good glimpse of you. a big hand holds your waist, and his eyes peer into you for a long time before as if he hesitates—he kisses the top of your forehead, only to stare away with a scowl.

“. . . toji,” you murmur, and by this point you weren’t speaking with your brain—more so with your heart. it was apparent, especially with the way your droopy hooded eyes suddenly soften the moment you speak out the two syllables in his name.

“let me speak first.” he grouses, a thumb stringing alongside your back, gently strumming against your skin. with the way you gazed at him, making him lie back before aligning yourself, it was clear as day that you wanted more of him. he leans back, long strands of black hair run down his face with his legs sprawled before he prepares to finish.

you straddle him, sitting flat on his lap and he’s so warm—he’s a bit flustered, flaccid from his release and of course a bit sensitive. it’s quite rare to see toji in such a . . . vulnerable state. perhaps you soften him in a few ways or less. at least, that’s what you’d like to think.

it takes him a long time to formulate the words, it’s as if his tongue was tied—weird for him considering it’s toji, he’s always direct and blunt.

and yet for once, you have him speechless.

toji lets off a irritated sigh before while what seems like forever, he mutters out a gruff, “shit. i . . i think ‘m in love with you.”

“ . . . ”

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slayedx · 2 years

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Needy

summary: peter comes across sex pollen on one of his missions

cw: choking, fem! reader, squirting, choking, a little degradation, daddy kink, dom! peter

a/n: ITS FINALLY OUT AHHHHH

you were a nervous wreck

peter had gone on a mission and you had yet to hear from him since he told you that they arrived at the warehouse where the mission took place. he was usually very quick to let you know when he was on his way back and give you updates, but you haven’t heard a word.

it was a fairly simple mission with low level villains. it was a classic hideout bust which tony usually took you guys on to practice real combat. it’s been about four hours and you had yet to hear from him. usually the most difficult of missions would take two and a half hours.

you were pacing around the compound as you awaited their arrival; the other avengers attempted to comfort you but you were just worried sick.

it wasn’t until much later that you heard them arrive, and you ran quickly to the entrance ready to scold peter for not texting or calling however you were met with a frantic tony.

“get banner we have a situation” he pants out and you’re quick to do as he says; getting the scientist and bringing him to the ship.

however, as you attempt to hop on after bruce you are stopped by tony.

“sorry kid but i don’t think you should see him right now” he says as he blocks the door way.

“what the hell happened tony?” you wonder with a little anger at being stopped. you make out peters voice as you hear him whine.

“she’s here, i can smell her, fuck princess need you so bad, so hot fuck- baby need you” he groans and your eyes go wide at his tone of voice.

“so i guess i have to explain now huh?” tony groans as he steers you back into the compound.

tony then tell you the tale of him and peter’s encounters in the warehouse where in a last attempt to get away someone threw a bomb that was composed of a high end “sex pollen” which increases libido to the point of pain, and unfortunately your boyfriend was subjected to it while tony’s suit was able to filter it out.

“sooo, he just needs sex?” you piece together as you and tony sit across from each other.

“well, i would say yes but i’m not sure what the pollen combined with his genetic composition would entail, he might be in a frantic state of mind that would cause him to injure someone” he explains.

“and hopefully banner will find a cure” he sighs out as he moves to presumably find bruce and help with a cure.

“and where is peter now!” you yell after him.

“like hell im telling you!” he yells back causing you to groan.

and that’s how, with a few bribery’s on your part, you ended up pittering down the hall at the dead of night in nothing but shorts and a tank top on your way to fuck pollen out of your boyfriend’s system.

you can hear his panting through the door. soft whines and moans are all that can be heard through the door as you walk towards the room.

he was going insane, his hand pumping his cock at any thought of you he could conjure up: you on your knees pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, you on your back; legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you, you on your hands and knees as he fucked into you from behind.

what noises would you make? how would your cute little face look? could he get you to squirt on him? how-

his thoughts are interrupted when he hears a door open; and immediately as the door peers open his senses go into overdrive. his body heats up and his cock stands at attention.

he was consumed with the thought of you

“peter” you gasp out as you look at him. he looked desperate, sweat covering his body and his face. he had a red flush that trailed down to his heaving chest and it was hard to ignore his flushed cock that looked painfully hard; as it bobbed against his abs.

“baby” he whines out panting softly; he was so damn needy and he knew that if you stood in the room for too long he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

“princess fuck- you gotta leave or else im not gonna be able to control myself” he pants out as he closes his eyes throwing his head back. he releases small whines as he waits for your response; selfishly hoping you would stay and help with his issue.

“no baby im gonna help you; gonna make it better okay?” you respond as you inch closer to him. he groans at your words skin heating up further at your promises.

“o-okay baby, but i don’t know if i’ll be able to hold back” he mewls out breath picking up in pace; as his anticipation increases.

“it’s okay peter; just do whatever you need” you say as you approach him hands moving to him cheeks, and he moans at the small touch. he looks up to see a soft smile gracing your beautiful face;

he almost felt bad for what he was about to do.

he quickly moves his lips to yours before moving his hands to your ass, as he grabs handfuls of it pulling at the fat before slamming his hand down. you yelp at the contact and he groans into this kiss. your tongues are sloppily battling as need drives your actions.

he pulls away and leans over as he whispers a small “jump” and you comply. he catches your legs as they wrap around his waist and he moves you to the bed with ease before laying you down.

he leans to hover over you as he moves his lips back to yours again; his hands planted by the sides of your head. you two continue the intense exchange before he pulls away making you whine.

he moves to stand before pulling your shorts down; moaning at the sight of your bare cunt that was already drooling on the sheets.

“aww this poor pussy; look at her crying all over my sheets, she’s been missing daddy huh?” he smirks as he strokes his cock moving to position himself in front of your slit. you whimper at the filth that comes from his mouth; causing more arousal to soak his sheets.

“been missin’ your cock daddy need you in me” you moan out moving your hips as you attempt to catch the tight ring of your cunt on his cock.

“fuck- naughty thing, you know i’d eat that cunt but i need to be in you right now, okay baby?” he pants out as he explains his reason for skipping his usual extensive foreplay; even though you were practically begging for his dick he still assured you of his actions making your heart swell.

he waits for your agreement and when he catches you nod your head he moves his hands to capture your legs folding them back into your chest as he situates himself between your thighs.

he moves one hand from your leg to alight himself with your little cunt; he taps the fat head of his cock against your clit before moving to your hole and pushing in.

he moans as his tip sinks into you; you felt like heaven. he felt like he was gonna fucking bust, but fuck he needed more.

he continues to bully his fat cock into your soaked pussy as he inches into you. you moan at the stretch; your cunt struggling to accommodate him despite taking him many times in the past.

“shit baby- fuck so good, need you to relax so i can fuck this pussy right, need you to be good and take this dick, shiiiit” he moans out as he moves one of his hands down to rub at your little clit so you can take more of his dick. he feels you flutter around him and it allows him to slide into you with more ease, and with one surge of his hips he bottoms out causing you to squeal.

“ah- feel you here daddy” you babble out as you grab the hand that was on your clit, and moves it to your throat. he groans at your actions before tightening his grip on your neck causing you to moan.

“fuck- you’re such a little slut, just waiting for someone to pound this pussy; need someone to make you go fucking dumb” he groans out as he pulls his hips back leaving only the tip of his cock in your pussy before slamming his hips back into you; bottoming out again. he continues to repeat the process at faster intervals, as he moans at the clutch of your cunt. you almost scream at the rough treatment; drooling and babbling as he fucks you dumb.

“fuck yeah baby girl needed this fucking cunt” he moans out as he pounds into you. the quiet of the compound in drowned out by the squelch of your tight cunt as he fucks into it, your slick leaking from your cunt making his dick shine in the light as he pulls out of your heat.

“hear how fucking soaked you are baby? this pussy is so excited to see me” he mocks as you hear the obscene sound of your moans and the wet pats of his hips slamming into yours.

your body reflexively inches back from his brutal thrusts as your legs shake in his hold; your hips leaning away from his cock causing him to growl.

“nuh uh baby girl, be good and take this dick” he sneers as he grabs your leg pulling you back towards him as he continues to wreck your poor cunt. at the feeling of being manhandled your cunt flutters around his dick causing him to chuckle.

he moves his hand from your throat to your clit before pressing down and rubbing tight circles. your pussy squeezes down on him at the action and he knows you’re close.

“fuck! m’ gonna cum please daddy fuck, s’too good” you babble out as tears soak your vision. he laughs at your admission before leaning down over you.

“you better hold it baby” he smirks as he removes his hand from your clit. this causes a sob to leave your throat as he continues his brutal thrusts; the stimulation of his cock fucking into your pussy still leaving you on the edge of an orgasm.

“you’re gonna cum when i cum baby; this is about daddy after all” he sings as his hips still momentarily grinding into your g-spot causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head as you tremble in his hold.

though it doesn’t last for long and he resumes his brutal pace. he fucks into you with long hard thrusts as the tip of his heavy cock abuses your g-spot. he groans as he looks down at your cunt struggling to accommodate him; your cute little cunt twitching as you strive to be good and hold in your orgasm for him. you were his good girl and his good girl deserved his cum.

his moans become more frequent as his abs tense and he knows he’s close.

“fuck- baby be good and cum on this dick” he moans, and as soon as he finishes his sentence you cum with a squeal. your pussy gushes as you squirt on him in streams; soaking him and his dick.

at the sight he moans out before burying himself into your pussy and pumping you full of his cum, and for the first time in hours he feels relieved.

that is for a few seconds as you two come down from your highs before the tingling feeling returns and he stiffens inside you.

“sorry princess but it looks like we have more to do” he smirks as he softly rocks his hips.

the next morning

“y’know we worked really hard on that cure just for you horny kids to fuck all night and keep the compound up” tony remarks as he walks into the kitchen with you and peter in it.

“im so sorry mr. stark” peter stutters out; his face a bright red.

a complete contrast to how he was fucking you last night

“it’s fine kid as long as you’re alright” he says as he grabs a water and walks back to where he came

“and i hope you used a condom kid! i don’t want little spider-man’s running around” he yells on his way out causing both of you to groan.

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otomestatus · 4 months

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know it's for the better; manjiro s. / reader

an: wanted to write an original work on this blog and this has been consuming my little thoughts!

Your eyes flutter open, welcoming the light from the afternoon sun. Your cheek was rested upon the flat surface of your desk as your arms encircled the circumference of your head. Blinking once, twice, your vision was met with a mop of soft blonde hair also laying on your desk. The owner of said hair had his face hidden in his arms, his body rising and falling gently with each shallow breath. The classroom around you was painted in a reddish glow as the sun began its descent in the horizon. Birds chirped, leaves rustled out the window, and you felt at peace. Slowly you rose in your seat, your finger gently reaching out to poke the top of his head.

“Hey, Mikey…” You speak barely above a whisper, your tone light and feathery. He shifted and hesitated to poke his head up to meet your gaze. He stares at you with this groggily look in his eyes.

“Whaaat…?” Mikey groans, his hands coming up to rub the sleep from his eyes. There is a dull ache in the hollow of your chest as a full view of his face enters your sight. He’s tired and no doubt going to complain about being hungry, but you’re losing yourself in your own thoughts. It’s the way his blonde hair frames his face and how his dark lashes flutter each time he blinks. You had always known the truth. Ever since you were kids you had always known and will always continue to know. It was an irrefutable fact that you were unequivocally, undeniably in love with Manjiro Sano. So as you sit here and admire the way the afternoon sunset blankets his face in its warm glow, you can feel your heart stutter. You hesitate with your next words, but you know the day must come to its end.

“We should head home…” It’s a murmur, but it’s loud enough for Mikey to hear. You don’t know when you’d become so shy.

Mikey hums, propping his elbows up on your desk and cradling his head in the palm of his hands. He looks unconvinced and a small part of you had been hoping it meant he wanted to spend a little longer with you. To sit in the comfort of each other’s presence and talk idly about anything and everything in between. You are holding your breath, waiting for him to speak.

“I don’t have anything to do until later so I’m fine.” He grins, wide and warm, and your cheeks dust a gentle pink color. There’s something in his smile, something so bright. Yet, something so distant like a far off memory from a moment lost to time. You want to cup your hands around his cheeks and hold him there. No rhyme or reason, you just want to bask in that smile for as long as possible. You adore it more than could be described with mere words. The ache prodding in your sternum is a testament to all the ways you have loved him so. All the way you will continue to love him. And, perhaps, that is the problem.

“You okay? You’re just staring.” There’s a slight tilt to his head as he stares at you, curiosity brimming in his dark eyes. You flinch.

“Oh… Yeah, just…” You hesitate before continuing, “You’re pretty.”

You don’t know what compelled you to say it. And maybe you’ll never know either. However, Mikey’s surprise quickly dissipates and invites a wide, toothy grin in its wake. You expected him to laugh or make fun of you for such a compliment, but his expression is anything but displeased. He chuckles, “Haven’t heard that one before.”

There’s something familiar in the way he says that. Your mouth opens slightly then shuts again. Your head turns slightly to look out the window. The sky is void of clouds and there’s a distant sound of children playing. It’s all so familiar, all so tender. His voice brings you back to him.

“You get it, don’t you?” He asks, his smile never wavering. You don’t understand or you do, but you don’t want to. It’s easier to pretend. However, he’s staring at you, eyes knowing yet their emotion is completely unreadable. A child screams and laughs in the neighborhood across the street. A breeze dances through the open classroom window. You understand.

“I saw it on Takemichi’s face.” You shift, sitting straight up, your own expression blank. Across from you he leans back in his own chair. His eyes appear gentle as if they’ve fully reached acceptance. You hadn��t, though.

Mikey laughs, “Yeah, that’s Takemitchy! Always showing exactly how he feels.”

He isn’t fazed when you don’t laugh, or frown, or even chastise him for finding humor in it. No, he knows you like the flowers know spring and the animals know winter. He knows you like how the stars know the moon. There is not an inch of your personhood Mikey does not know. You want to feel vindicated, but you don’t. That surprises you. The sun hasn’t moved an inch. The sky is still vibrant hues of orange and red and the cicadas play their tune.

“Manjiro…” You begin.

Mikey grins, “I always liked when you called me that.”

“Huh?”

“Manjiro. I always liked when you called me Manjiro.” He’s looking at you longingly and you’re looking at him with such a sadness that threatens to swallow you whole.

You exhale softly, “I’ve always liked you.”

“Liked?” He hums. You don’t tense. There’s no reason to.

“Loved.” You admit, “I do. Still.”

He seems to ponder this. Silence fills the air and this classroom feels almost suffocating. His head lulls back, his dark eyes staring up at the ceiling tiles. You rest your left hand on your desk and pinch your index and thumb together-- the nail of your index scratching lightly at the side of your thumb to nervously pick the skin. That ache in your chest is amplified by the wave of nostalgia crashing into you.

“I really wanted to hear that before I go.” Mikey’s tone is laced with despondency. There’s a lump in your throat and you can’t swallow it, you can’t get rid of it. Just like how you couldn’t get rid of the love you held for him all these years. Maybe even for the rest of your life. Your bottom lip quivers, but you force a sharp inhale to maintain your composure. The cicadas are quiet, the children are gone, and the leaves of the trees aren’t rustling in the wind. There is just an eerie quiet and your own grief blossoming along your ribcage.

“So you’re leaving?” It’s a question that you don’t want to know the answer to, but you ask it anyway. Mikey lifts his head up to meet your eyes. They are your favorite sight.

“Yeah, I’m leaving.” And it sounds so final, so permanent because it is. You gasp and your eyes prickle with tears you were desperate to hold at bay. That was a fool’s goal after all.

“Do you love me?” Again, a question, but this time it’s important you know. You need to know.

Mikey’s eyes fell to the desk in front of him, “How could I not?”

You’re stifling a sob and he’s staring at you with a tenderness you want to slap off his face. Deep down you knew it. The moment Takemichi came by your apartment after arriving back from the Philippines, the moment he locked eyes with you and sputtered out a desperate apology. Twelve years and you were bleeding out from all the love and grief you tried to keep inside. Twelve years of wondering where he was, what he was doing, and why he was destroying every piece of a past you longed to go back to.

“I don’t want this to be a dream…” You choked out between sobs, hiding your face in your hands so he cannot see the tears you shed for him, “Manjiro, I don’t understand…!”

There’s the sound of fabric shifting and the chair scraping against the floor before his hand connects with your head, fingers combing slightly in your hair. It makes you cry harder. It would be easier for him to rip your heart out, but he’s kind and he’s gentle. He’s your Manjiro.

“Know it’s for the better.” He leans down and whispers these words into your ear. Before you can even respond, your body jolts awake and alone in a twin sized bed you had grown to hate. The rain outside your window beats down against the glass. Your alarm clock reads 2:31 AM. In this tiny apartment you begrudgingly call you, you are inconsolable. You are a weak heart. So you turn and shove your face into your pillow, screaming into the soft plushness of it with all the pain you’ve bottled up in these twelve years. For the first time in all those years, however, you finally feel as if you can breathe.

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stevie-petey · 6 months

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episode three: holly, jolly

Jonathan, your Jonathan, would never do this. He tries to approach you again but you find yourself stumbling back, knocking against Steve’s chest. Hurt flashes in his eyes, you’ve never flinched at Jonathan’s touch, but what he did has changed everything. Steve places a hand on your shoulder. “See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hard-wired into them. They just can’t help themselves.” He begins tearing up the pictures, and you can’t believe Jonathan of all people is making you agree with Harrington, yet here you are.

summary: you and jonathan talk it out and things are better (spoiler alert: they aren't), you somehow end up agreeing with steve harrington ?? then you have a minor breakdown in front of the kids and once again fail to prevent them from experiencing more trauma.

rating: general, slight cursing.

warnings: cursing, use of the word “slut”, fem!reader, use of y/n, and description of a dead body. this chapter is pure angst, steve is steve, jonathan is jonathan, and... well. we know how this episode ends.

words: 6.2k

before you swing in: hello ! i'm currently in the early stages of chapter 5, and it's a loooong chapter, so i figured i'd treat y'all to this one before taking my time with updating. this chapter was a bit difficult in terms of bug and jonathan, but i promise that they'll have more time later to really figure out why they keep clashing - for better or for worse lol. if their relationship feels stilted: that's why ! after all, season 1 is literally titled: we don't talk about it or have the time. the title has immense meaning for the overall tone of season 1 (and the song for the series shhh). anyways, enjoy <3

The next day you bike to school alone, not bothering to see if Jonathan’s car will pick you up as usual.

The two of you have never fought before, at least not like this. From the moment you met him when you were twelve, there has never been a time where the two of you haven’t been on the same page. You’ve been in sync from the moment you met.

Now it feels like everything is off between the two of you. It feels as if the tiny planet you live on is now off kilter, angled ever so slightly now, rotating out of sync. The change is almost imperceptible, but it’s there. You can feel it.

Last night just proved that there’s something wrong with your relationship with Jonathan, but you can’t figure out what.

Jonathan has never yelled at you before, and you’ve never turned your back on him; then again, he’s also never kept anything from you. While he didn’t admit it last night, you know him. He was hiding something from you last night and it frightens you that he seems too ashamed to tell you what it is.

You trust him, you do, but the guilt you saw in his eyes makes you uneasy.

As you walk the school hallway towards your locker, you overhear some girls from your English class talking about Steve and Nancy. You normally wouldn’t eavesdrop on such a conversation, but the girls were talking obnoxiously loud and by the tone of their voice, they weren’t being kind about what they were saying.

“I heard Harrington got little Miss Wheeler to sleep with him.” One of the girls giggles, looking around to make sure no one is listening.

“What a slut!” Her friend sneers.

You clear your throat loudly, making sure they hear it, and send a glare their way. “Well, aren’t you guys just peachy?”

The girls lower their eyes and shift uncomfortably, which pleases you. Good. They should feel bad. What does it matter if Nancy slept with Harrington? It’s always the girls who get labeled the slut, never the man who has slept with more girls than classes he’s passed.

Typical.

You roll your eyes at them and continue towards your locker, spotting the couple in question up ahead. Your locker is a few down from Nancy’s and usually you’ve been able to avoid their gross lovey-dovey sessions in the mornings since Jonathan is always running late, but since you didn’t ride with him, you’re forced to deal with two hormonal teens who you don’t necessarily like.

“Hey, Henderson!”

Steve stops you as you walk past, causing you to look up in confusion. “Yeah?”

“How’s Byers doing? Ya know, with everything going on?”

You stare at him, trying to figure out what the punchline is supposed to be. Steve may not be a massive dick, but he’s still a dick, and you can’t imagine he’d ever ask about Jonathan given the fact that he can’t even remember Will’s name.

“He’s… dealing.” You say, uncomfortable with the entire conversation.

Steve nods, letting out a slight hum. “Well, tell your guy that any friend of Henderson’s is a friend of mine.” He sends a wink Nancy’s way, and it’s then that you figure out what he’s doing. He’s playing the nice guy card, trying to impress her with his “generosity”, and you’ve had enough of idiotic and emotionally constipated men these last 24 hours.

“Funny, I don’t tell my friends to get fucked, yet here we are: get fucked, Harrington.” Steve’s eyes widen at your words, taken aback, and Nancy goes to say something but you cut her off. “You sure know how to pick ‘em, Nancy. Why don’t you ask him why everyone’s staring at you? I’m sure it’ll be a thrilling conversation.”

You shove past the two of them and make your way to class.

–

You don’t see Jonathan for your next three classes, which only makes your shitty day worse. Not only have you guys never fought before, but you’ve never done the silent treatment either. As far as you can tell, there’s no reason for him not to be in class today besides your fight the night before.

When it’s your lunch hour you try to find him, because at this point you just want to put it all behind you and move on to focus on Will. You never got the chance to tell Jonathan about El last night, you hadn’t had the time to before things blew up.

You wait at your usual corner of the lunchroom for Jonathan, but he never appears. You sigh in defeat and pick at your meal, which honestly looks more like prison food than anything else, trying to figure out what you should do next.

While you’re thinking, Carol’s obnoxious moans carry through the lunchroom. “Oh, Steve! Steeeve!”

Tommy joins in now, banging the table to get a bigger reaction. You see Steve trying not to smile at their antics, but it’s obvious to everyone how uncomfortable Nancy is. You feel pity for her, she deserves better than Harrington and his immature friends. Then again, you suppose she chose this for herself the second she started dating him.

King Steve has never hidden who he is.

You watch as Steve says something to appease her, but something catches Nancy’s eye and she turns to face it. Curious, you turn as well and spot Jonathan staring right back at her. They share a look, one that you can’t decipher, and you feel something twist within your stomach.

It’s not jealousy, at least, not in that way. Jonathan is your only real friend in Hawkins (the kids don’t count, you recognize how embarrassing that is), and you’ve never had to share him before. Clearly Nancy has taken an interest in him of some sort and Jonathan, being ever the private person, has allowed her to, so you just have to swallow down your pride and accept it.

Besides, you did always tell Jonathan that the two of you needed more friends.

Taking a deep breath to will your nerves away, you ditch your lunch and follow after Jonathan. Screw whatever silent treatment is in place, he’s your best friend and you honestly don’t think it’s possible for you to ever be angry at him. It just isn’t in your nature.

For better or for worse, you could never hate Jonathan Byers.

You catch Jonathan as he’s leaving the photo developing room. He’s holding some pictures in his hands but quickly hides them away when he sees you.

“Y/N, hi.”

You ignore the voice in the back of your head telling you that something’s wrong, that he’s still acting weird with you, but you ignore it because you just want some normalcy in your life. You need your best friend. “Hey,”

“Look, I’m so sorry for what I said last night…”

You brush him off, “It’s okay, I promise.”

Jonathan huffs at you, exasperated as always whenever you let people get away with things that they shouldn’t. “No, it’s not okay. You’ve been nothing short of amazing and I was the dick who yelled at you for it.”

The two of you are walking out of the school as you talk, and you let out a weak laugh. “I guess you were pretty awful, huh?”

He doesn’t laugh along with you, instead shaking his head in shame. “You didn’t deserve that, not after all you’ve done for me and my mom. I was lying through my teeth last night, you are family, Y/N.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s genuinely okay-”

“Bug, I was a dick. End of discussion. I just… sometimes it feels like I don’t deserve your help, you do so much for us. I let it get to me last night, and I’ll never stop apologizing for it.”

You don’t know what to say, caught off guard by the vulnerability. “Just… don’t do that again, alright? If something is bothering you I’d rather you tell me about it than take your frustration out on me.”

“Deal.”

“Anything else on your mind?”

Jonathan thinks for a moment and you can tell he’s trying to word whatever is on his mind correctly. “While I know you’ve always loved to help, there’s some things that I have to do on my own, okay? Will, my mom… they’re my responsibility, not yours. I mean, not in a bad way-”

“Hey, I understand. I need to back off a bit, I recognize that now. I’m sorry, bee.” You kick at a rock in the parking lot, “so we’ve got ourselves a deal?”

The boy gives you a quizzical look and you laugh at him, extending your hand. When he grabs it, you turn the hold into a handshake. “I’ll calm down my fretting antics and you’ll come to me about whatever is on your mind, no matter what; we don’t hide anything from each other.”

The slight smile Jonathan briefly had on his face vanishes. He pales slightly and quickly releases your hand. “Right.”

You eye him. “Bee, what aren’t you telling me?”

Caught up in conversation, you and Jonathan don’t see Steve and his gang resting against his car until it’s too late.

“Hey, man.” Steve approaches, effectively ending your conversation with Jonathan. He glances at you. “Henderson, good to see you again.”

“I highly doubt it.”

“What’s going on?” Jonathan asks, putting himself between you and Steve.

“Nicole here was telling us about your work.”

Confused, you look at Jonathan. “What, did you start another photo series or something?”

Steve laughs coldly. “You could say that.”

Jonathan ignores him and pulls you close behind him, ducking his head down to whisper into your ear, “it’s not what it looks like, trust me.”

“Bee, what-”

“Henderson, want to take a look with us as, you know, connoisseurs of art?”

You look at Steve now, more confused than ever, but you feel a slight sense of dread. You know that whatever photo he’s about to pull out will be bad. You know it’ll be connected to Jonathan’s behavior last night, to the guilt he’s been carrying, to the way he hid the same pictures from you not even ten minutes ago.

You look back to Jonathan now, silently pleading with him for more of an explanation, but he averts his eyes. Exhaling deeply, you face Steve. “Show me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jonathan says, trying to walk away, but Tommy grabs at his backpack.

“Hey!” You run up to Tommy and start pulling at the bag, but the guy is twice your size and easily wins, accidentally flinging you to the ground.

Jonathan runs over to check on you. “Y/N!”

At the same time, Steve berates his friend. “Woah, Tommy, easy man! Henderson isn’t who we’re here for, leave her out of this.”

Both boys crouch next to you and offer you a hand, but you bat them away. You’re irritated and confused and pissed the fuck off at both of them right now for vastly different reasons. You pick yourself up and brush away some dirt that got on your jeans. “Show me the photos, Jonathan.”

He looks at you, hurt. “Do you not trust me?”

“Do you trust me?” Your words hang in the air.

Steve is now right behind you. “Oh man he’s like, totally trembling. He must really have something to hide.”

Jonathan tries to step closer to you, but Steve is now the one who blocks him. You watch silently as he unzips Jonathan’s bag and pulls out the photos, ignoring the pleading look that your friend sends your way. You trust Jonathan more than anyone else in this world, but something doesn’t feel right.

The photos are tame at first, though admittedly creepy. They’re all still shots of Steve and his friends from the night before, you recognize the famous pool that the whole school talks about when it comes to Harrington’s parties.

“Your boyfriend is a creep, Y/N.” Steve says, nudging you with his shoulder as he continues to flick through the pictures.

“He isn’t my-”

“I was looking for my brother.”

Jonathan’s words make you freeze. “You went looking for Will without me?”

Steve says something else, but you don’t catch it. You stare at Jonathan, hurt that he’d search for Will without even telling you first. He’s his brother, you understand that, but what would you do if Jonathan went missing too?

Nancy then appears, causing Jonathan to finally look up to catch your eye, but he quickly looks away. “Here’s the starring lady!”

She laughs nervously. “What?”

Carol explains what was going on, and you’re too upset to speak. There’s too many thoughts going through your mind, but when Carol flashes you a picture of Nancy, naked, it takes everything in you not to throw up.

Jonathan, your Jonathan, would never do this.

He tries to approach you again but you find yourself stumbling back, knocking against Steve’s chest. Hurt flashes in his eyes, you’ve never flinched at Jonathan’s touch, but what he did has changed everything.

Steve places a hand on your shoulder. “See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hard-wired into them. They just can’t help themselves.”

He begins tearing up the pictures, and you can’t believe Jonathan of all people is making you agree with Harrington, yet here you are.

Nancy is his girlfriend, and even outside of that, Jonathan had no right taking pictures of her naked without her consent. You agree with Steve’s actions, but then the camera comes into play. He reaches for Jonathan’s camera, causing him to dive forward to stop anything from happening to it, and it’s finally what breaks you from your shock.

You react as well, shoving past Steve to try and get to the camera first, but it’s no use. He beats you to it, Carol now holding you back as she digs her claws into your skin. Jonathan is being held back by Tommy, and all the two of you can do is watch helplessly as Steve dangles the camera high in the air.

What Jonathan did was wrong, there’s no denying that, but you know how long it took him to save up for the thing. How many awful shifts he picked up at the theater to pay for it, adamantly refusing any money both you and Joyce offered him to help pay for it.

This camera was his and his alone. Paid for with his own money, bought for his own enjoyment, his pride and joy.

“Here you go, man.” Without even hesitating, Steve lets the camera fall to the ground.

You gasp, watching as the lens shatters and you crouch down to try and piece it back together. Your hands are shaking, you don’t know what to feel right now, but with how badly your hands shake, it’s no use trying to fix the camera; you need something to distract yourself with.

Jonathan and Nancy join you on the ground, but you’re too overwhelmed to really notice them. The combination of emotions leaves you wondering if you’re about to cry, throw up, or both. It’s only when Nancy begins snatching up the torn pictures that you acknowledge her presence.

You grab her hand and catch her eye, “I’m so, so sorry.”

She doesn’t respond, only giving you a slightly confused look, and you recognize how stupid it is that you feel the need to apologize for Jonathan’s actions. You aren’t his keeper, and until now you never even considered he’d do something like this, and yet the guilt creeps in. You open your mouth to say something else, but Steve calls her over to join them and she leaves.

Jonathan is still next to you, remaining silent even after Nancy’s departure. You can feel his eyes on you as you continue to fumble with the broken camera pieces as a gust of wind blows away the remaining photo shreds.

“Shit!” A shard of glass from the lens cuts your finger, drawing blood.

“Bug, let me-” Jonathan grabs at your hand to inspect the cut, but you pull away harshly.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Y/N…” The hurt look on his face is almost enough to make you crack, but the blood drips from your finger and falls onto a picture that somehow didn’t blow away. You look at it, seeing the outline of Nancy’s back in the photo, her beautiful side profile perfectly captured.

The urge to throw up returns.

“You’re hurt, let me look at it.” Jonathan pleads, his voice soft, with more empathy than he’s ever shown you these last few days. It’s as if last night never happened. As if you’re some idiot who is always ready and willing to come crawling back to those who discard you whenever they please.

In a way, you suppose that you are.

You hate it.

Jonathan tries to grab your hand again but you stand up before he can. “I said don’t touch me.”

He tries to grab you once more but again you pull away. Your brain is a mess right now trying to comprehend everything that happened within the last fifteen minutes. You look down at the broken camera pieces still laying on the ground, its glass reflecting in the late afternoon light.

Those photos of Nancy…

God, you’re an idiot.

“Nancy is the reason you were such an asshole to me last night, isn’t she?”

“Y/N, those photos-”

“You knew that the second I looked at you I’d know you’d done something terrible.”

Jonathan is silent beside you, but you don’t need to hear whatever excuse he’ll give you to know that you’re right. Instead of telling you what he did last night, he kicked you out of his home in a guilt-crazed daze, saying horrible things to you that he can never take back.

Instead of being honest with you, he had been a goddamn coward who hurt you in the cruelest way possible.

Jonathan runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Look, you know I’ve never been able to lie to you-”

“So naturally you resorted to screaming at me and saying we aren’t family-”

“I regret what I said, but how was I supposed to tell you about the photos if I don’t even know why I took them in the first place?”

You start pacing around the parking lot, too overwhelmed to stay put. Jonathan’s words only confuse and upset you more. In the midst of your frantic pacing the cut on your finger begins to bleed more, which causes you to wince and catch Jonathan’s attention.

“Bug, you’re in pain,” his voice is gentle now, the worried crease between his brows now prominent in a way that you’ve always found cute. “I’m not just going to stand around while you’re hurt. Let me help.”

Unfortunately for Jonathan, his words only piss you off more.

“You’re not just going to stand around while I’m hurt? That’s fucking rich coming from you, Jonathan.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“This entire week I’ve been hurting! I mean,” you let out a laugh laced with tears threatening to spill out. “I lost Will too, did you ever consider that? And I understand he’s your brother and I would lose my mind if anything ever happened to Dustin, but I’ve done nothing but love and support you through this shit show and you haven’t even asked how I’m holding up. I mean, what kind of best friend does that?”

Shame washes over Jonathan. “I didn’t think-”

“I’ve been exhausting myself trying to help and not once have I considered it a burden because I’m doing this for Will, for you. I’m doing what any decent person is supposed to do, and I’m not asking for praise or-or for a reward but holy fuck, Jonathan! I mean, I understand now that maybe I was bit too much but,”

You’re yelling at him now, all the frustration you’ve been swallowing down these last few days now spills out. “At least treat me like a human being! I mean, the stunt you pulled last night was such bullshit and I was ready to excuse your actions because you’re my best friend and you’re hurting, but then you hide those damn photos from me? Scream at me like I’m some pathetic fucking child because you’re too ashamed of your own actions? We don’t lie to each other.”

Jonathan steps towards you and it isn’t until he’s cradling your head in his hands to wipe away your tears do you realize you’re crying. He’s so tender, gently wiping the tears as they fall, and you feel weak against him, closing your eyes as you soak up the affection.

“Bug…” His voice cracks, not knowing what else to say.

You open your eyes now. “You went looking for Will without me… did you even think about what your mom would do if you disappeared too? What I would do if you disappeared?”

“I…”

“And Nancy…” you pull away so that he’s no longer touching you. “That was a line I never thought you would cross. And to lie to me about it, I just… why?”

Jonathan shakes his head, a few tears of his own now beginning to fall. “I don’t know.”

There’s nothing else you can say; you’ve drained all your energy. A headache is beginning to form and with the parking lot clearing out, indicating the end of the school day, you know you need to leave for work soon.

Normally when you look at Jonathan, you feel a sense of security, but now all you feel is dread. His shoulders are hunched, the bags under his eyes darker than ever, and at this moment you’re not sure you know who he is anymore. It terrifies the shit out of you.

“I should go,” you wipe your nose with your sleeve, side stepping Jonathan as you start walking towards the bike stand.

“You’re leaving?” There’s fear in his voice, and you can hear the undertones of are you leaving me, too?

“I have to work tonight, so I need to-”

“Let me drive you then, it’s cold and-and we can talk more about this-”

He follows you to your bike and you feel such pity for him. You know he’s right about needing to talk more, but all you want right now is to crawl into bed and pretend that this whole week has been a dream. A horrible, awful dream.

You offer Jonathan your hand, the cut on your finger no longer bleeding, and intertwine your fingers with his. “I want to be alone right now, okay? Please, just give me some time.”

He wants to argue with you, you can see it in his eyes, but just like you know him better than anyone else, he knows you just as well. He knows there’s no use trying to change your mind when you get like this; when the feelings become too much and solitude is your only solution. It's happened before in the past, but never with him.

All he can do is wait for you to come back when you're ready.

“Okay, I can do that.”

You squeeze his hand, like you always do, before you let go and bike away.

He watches as you leave.

–

Tonight’s shift is another slow one, which you’re grateful for.

It was just last week that Jonathan had been driving you, Will, and Dustin to school. You’d been singing some song on the radio and the November air had a slight nostalgia of August warmth. Will and Dustin complained about your singing as you wailed on, Jonathan eventually joining in so that the two younger boys could only cover their ears with their hands and groan in annoyance.

Now Will is gone, taking the August warmth with him and leaving behind only November cold that leaves your bones feeling raw.

The laughter is gone, and now you’re afraid that your best friend is gone as well.

You come home to an empty house, a note on the kitchen counter informing you that your mother is at her knitting club and that Dustin is off with his friends.

Wonderful. Your brother has once again gone off on some adventure without informing you first. What a lovely addition to your already horrible day.

You call the Wheeler’s first, hoping that maybe you don’t have to bike around the entire town to find the little shit, but like always: you’re mistaken.

“I’m sorry, but the boys went out biking right after school.”

“Oh, lovely then. Thanks, Mrs. Wheeler, have a good night.”

“You too, dear!”

As soon as you hang up, you allow yourself a moment to just scream. The headache that formed during your fight with Jonathan hasn’t left, you’re tired, you have so much homework that you’re too afraid to even look at, and you still have no idea who El is or what she really knows about Will.

And now you have to bike all around Hawkins to find said girl, because there’s no way the morons have listened to your orders to stay put with her.

You check Lucas’ house first, but Erica tells you that they aren’t there and requests that you inform Lucas that her lying fee has been raised to $5.

“That’s a bit steep, don’t you think?”

“Do you wanna pay?”

“Good point, have a good night then Erica.”

You then search around the middle school, but there’s no sign of them anywhere. After another thirty minutes of nothing, you finally give in to your hunch and bike to the Byers. You’re not sure if Jonathan will be home, but your idiot brother may need you, so you just have to suck it up and check.

Ultimately you’re glad you do, because as you ride up the driveway you see the boys circling around El.

“Why did you bring us here?”

“I have a better question Mike, why did you bring us here?” None of the kids had noticed your arrival, so they all jump at your voice.

Dustin’s face goes pale. “Y/N! What-what are you doing here?”

“I’ve been looking for you little assholes for an hour now,” you park your bike and step closer to the kids. “Why do you never listen to me when I tell you guys to keep me updated, huh? Do I have a giant sign on my head that says ‘hey, ignore me and treat me like utter shit!’, is that it?”

No one responds, too stunned by your words. You never cuss at them, and apart from last night, they don’t think they’ve ever seen you so angry before.

“I’m just so sick and tired of people treating me like I’m some throwaway toy, just casting me aside and forgetting about me until it’s convenient. I have feelings too, isn’t that a wild concept? I mean, who knew Y/N Henderson had any real emotions behind her pathetic need to help everyone around her!”

Dustin can hear the hurt in your voice and knows that this isn’t just about them sneaking off. You’re upset about something else, someone hurt you and he needs to know who, so he softly asks, “Y/N, what happened?”

You spin around to face him. “Nothing! That’s what happened! None of you told me anything, everyone has just decided to keep me out of the loop because god forbid I deserve any honesty after years of being there for you guys-”

“Okay, this is definitely about Jonathan then.” Lucas mumbles, which Mike nods in agreement to.

“This is not about Jonathan-” The sound of sirens cuts you off.

Everyone freezes, and your heart stops. This is Hawkins, where nothing ever happens; cops don’t just go flying down the street late at night.

You know, even before you can fully comprehend how, that it’s Will. You can feel it; the sirens are for him, the precious boy you’ve come to love like your own brother.

Then, to confirm your fears, an ambulance follows behind the line of cop cars, and you feel your entire world shatter.

“Will…” Mike exhales, and the second the name leaves his lips everyone scrambles for their bikes to follow the cars.

You know you shouldn’t, you know this won’t end well, but it’s Will. Maybe he’s alive, maybe he simply got lost in the woods and has been wandering around the last three days or so. There’s so many other possibilities, an endless array of explanations, and yet…

Your legs feel heavy as you pedal after the kids. You know that, no matter what you guys end up finding, that nothing will ever be the same again. As you follow, the route you take begins to look familiar, back when you and Jonathan would spend your summers exploring the forest and its surroundings.

The quarry.

Suddenly you can’t breathe. “I… I can’t-”

“Y/N, we have to see if it’s Will!” Dustin calls behind him, too eager to realize exactly where you guys are going.

If you could just warn them, maybe speed up to block their paths, you could convince them to turn around, but it’s too late. The five of you arrive at the quarry’s edge and toss your bikes behind the fire truck. You see the firemen in the water, sloshing around for something, and you realize what they’re doing a second too late.

Immediately you begin to pull the kids away, not wanting them to see what you desperately hope you’re wrong about, but you’re too late. “Guys, get away from the truck, we shouldn’t be here-”

You’re always too fucking late.

“Please, we need to leave,” your voice shakes as you try to shield the kids from the sight of Will’s body being pulled from the water.

Mike pulls away from you. “No, it’s not Will. It can’t be.”

“Mike…”

The firemen lift the raft up higher and the light lands on Will’s lifeless body, and you feel a piece of you die. He’s always been the smallest of the boys, but as the men lift his dead body out of the water, he’s never looked so small. Will is gone; he’s taken all the light with him.

Dustin reaches for your hand and is the first to start crying. You pull him into your chest as he sobs. Lucas looks over at you, a silent acceptance in his eyes. “It’s Will. It’s really Will.”

You grab the boy and pull him into you as well, the two of them now crying as you hold them. All you can do right is hold your boys, staring off into space as you feel them shake with grief against you. This isn’t real.

From the corner of your eye you see El approaching Mike, and you’re too numb to warn her against it. “Mike…”

“‘Mike’? ‘Mike,’ what?” He slaps her hand away, which causes you to become alert. He’s hurting, you know Mike loved Will more than anyone else, but he’ll only hurt himself more if he pushes everyone away.

“Mike, I know you’re upset-”

He faces you, a betrayed look in his eyes. “Upset? She was supposed to help us find him alive. She said he was alive!” he turns to El now, “why did you lie to us? What’s wrong with you?”

As he yells at the girl you hear his own tears beginning to form, and as you hold his friends, you lean closer to Mike and use your other hand to console him, but he begins to run away.

Dustin and Lucas watch helplessly as their friend leaves, you all call after him but are ignored. They beg him to stay, too scared to be separated once more now that Will is gone, but Mike doesn’t listen. He grabs his bike, leaving you and the boys alone with El.

She looks at you, tears in her eyes and a pleading look on her face. She’s looking to you for reassurance, to console her and tell her that everything will be okay with Mike, that he’ll forgive her, but you can’t.

You also feel betrayed by the girl. You don’t think she was lying, in a sense, but then how can she explain Will’s dead body 50 feet away? El promised you and the boys that Will was alive, but he’s not.

Tears start to fall down her face. “Y/N?”

You’re sure that when you look back on this moment later, you will have wished that you had done something braver, something more kind to the terrified girl, but you don’t. Instead of wrapping her into your arms alongside Lucas and Dustin, you give El a curt shake of your head, dismissing her.

It hurts to watch her leave, and you’re ashamed of yourself, but then Dustin lets out another sob while Lucas tightens his hold around you, and you know that you’ve made the right choice for now. You don’t know El or her intentions, but her actions have hurt the people you love the most, and right now you have to put them first.

You let the boys cry, barely registering anything else.

–

Later, much later, after getting Lucas home and tucking Dustin into bed, you finally allow yourself to grieve. You lay in your bed, staring at the framed drawing on your desk that Will had made you for your birthday this year. It was a sweet gift, having drawn you as a princess in one of their DnD campaigns with your sword and shield. Jonathan stands next to you in the picture, holding his own sword and wearing a crown, while Will and the boys are next to him, dressed in their own armor.

In the picture the six of you are facing a dragon, but there’s a smile on all of your faces as you fight the creature together. You, Jonathan, and your boys; together, there’s nothing that you guys cannot defeat.

It’s your favorite drawing of Will’s.

And now it’s your last drawing from him.

The tears come slowly at first, then all at once. You find yourself hunched over, letting out anguished sobs as you mourn for the boy, for Jonathan and Joyce, for your brother and his friends. You mourn for the Byers losing a child, a brother. You mourn for your brother’s now tainted childhood. He’s too young, they all are too young to be experiencing such a loss.

Will was too young.

You cry until there’s nothing left within you, and yet the sobs still wrack against your body long after the tears have dried up. It’s a pain like no else.

Then, as you’re finally beginning to calm down, you hear a knock at your window.

You get up and fling your curtain open to find Jonathan on the other side.

Neither of you say anything as you open the window and let him in. Once he’s inside the two of you face each other, unmoving and silent for what feels like years. There’s still a tension there from earlier, though this afternoon feels like decades ago. Jonathan stares at you, a guarded and unsure look on his face, as though he’s afraid that if he breaks in front of you that you’ll push him away.

Instead, you surprise him by throwing yourself against his chest and into his arms.

You’re not sure who begins to cry first, but it doesn’t matter. His cries only make you cry harder, having never seen your best friend this heartbroken before, and it’s all so fucking unfair. He doesn’t deserve this, no one does, but especially not Jonathan. He loved his brother so much, with such an intensity that rivaled your own love for Dustin.

Jonathan pulls away a bit so that he can look at you; tears stream down his face. “He’s gone, bug.”

“Bee,” you don’t know what more to say. What can you even say? While it feels like your heart has been ripped from your chest along with your bones, you know it only feels worse for Jonathan. No words could ever soothe that ache.

“He’s gone,”

You grab at his jacket and gently guide him so that you sit on your bed. “Jonathan, look at me.” It takes some coaxing, but eventually he listens. “I’m here, okay? I’m here.”

Your voice cracks at the end, your own grief getting in the way, but it’s all you can say right now. You’re not sure how else to phrase it, how else to tell him that even if everything and everyone else is gone, you’re still here. You’ll never, ever leave him, especially not when he needs you the most now.

Despite the vague words, Jonathan nods, always able to understand you, and he rests his head against your shoulder as the two of you cry. Faintly you can hear Dustin’s cries through the wall, but you leave him alone. You know he needs to process this alone, just like you needed to, just like Jonathan had before coming here.

Tomorrow you’ll comfort your brother, you’ll bake the cookies that Joyce loves, and tonight will pass. A day must always end. This day will end, and tomorrow will come. Then, you’ll face this together with everyone you love.

For now, your best friend needs you, so you let him cry into your shoulder and you run your nails against his scalp and whisper soothing words. Fuck whatever is going on between the two of you.

Will is dead. The best of you, the purest of you, is dead.

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The ties that bind

Pairing-Dave York x f!reader x Frankie Morales

Series summary- Dave is a private investigator who tracks down soulmates. He’s tasked to find Frankie’s, but what happens when he finds you and wants you all to himself?

CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW, angst,fluff,(m) masturbation,talks of loss of a parent and spouse, kissing,lots of music references, PTSD,slow burn

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A/N- If I knew what was going to happen with Dave and Frankie I’d tell you but I don’t yet. Santi and Alicia (that’s all I’m going to say). Reader has some tough decisions to make.

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Chapter IV

You were starting to worry that Dave hadn’t contacted you since your lunch date. He didn’t really owe you anything. As much work as you’ve done on yourself you can’t quell those thoughts that run wild. What had you done wrong? He seemed genuinely interested in you, but maybe you were reading too much into things.

Your shirt clings to your sweaty skin, another unbearable hot and humid Florida day. The only difference is the store ac went out again and the repair man won’t be able to come in for a few days.

Your current predicament is the only distraction from your own mind threatening to drive you crazy.

You contemplate closing the store for the day as you stare up at the poor excuse for a ceiling fan. Slowly whirling the warm tepid air amongst the room. The sound of the soft crackle of the speaker can be heard signaling the record is done but the back of the store might as well be a mile away.

Your phone buzzes and you glance down seeing Dave’s name on the Lock Screen. Part of you wants to ignore it but you told yourself you would work on not getting upset over trivial things.

“Hello.”

“Hi hummingbird.” He sounds a little distressed and you prepare yourself for the let down. “I’m sorry I haven’t called…or texted.”

“Mmm.”

“There was an emergency and I had to go home. I know that’s no excuse but I want you to know that I’m sorry and I’d like to see you again when I get back.” It’s all rushed out like he’s out of breath but he sounds sincere.

You were honestly expecting him to ignore you and the apology is something foreign to you. Taking accountability is admirable….but.

“Did Mrs. Dave need you home with the kids?” You hate the bitterness in your tone but the heat and your emotions are running high.

He sighs deep on the other end. “I know you have no reason to believe me. I’m not married and there’s no one waiting for me at home.” As much as it hurts to say out loud it’s the truth. “My last name is York by the way.”

“I’m sorry.” You let out an exasperated breath. “I don’t mean to be so crass. I really like you and that scares me because I know next to nothing about you.”

“If you give me a chance I promise I’ll tell you everything.” You can sense the desperation in his voice. “I actually have something planned for you if you’d like to spend some time with me tomorrow night?”

It’s sweet that he’s already thought of you. You really want to see him again and you know Alicia will be busy with Santiago anyway. You hope what you’re feeling are the good kind of butterflies at the prospect of spending more time with him.

“Okay…I like surprises.” Your voice perks up a little at the end.

“Great, I’ll meet you at the store at 7. It’s not a far walk from there.”

You’re curious and excited as to where you’re going. You find yourself nervously fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you wait for one of you to hang up.

“I’m gonna hang up first so we don’t end up doing the thing.” You hear him chuckle on the other end with a faint ‘bye hummingbird’ before you end the call.

****

Frankie has had a day to calm down and clear his head. He decided against Santiago being his lookout for Dave. He wanted to have this experience all on his own without the threat of an altercation or further involving Santi who is now majorly distracted.

Santi and his connections called in an anonymous tip about Dave’s house being compromised which will surely put him out of commission for a few days.

Plenty of time for Frankie to swoop in and have you forget all about Dave.

It’s really so simple…he just needs to tell you who he is, how he met Dave and leave the ball in your court. Things aren’t ever really that simple.

It stings a little as he exits route forty one and sees the ‘Welcome to Naples’ sign. You were right under his nose but you might as well have been on the other side of the world. What were the odds that he’d ever find himself here let alone walking into the place you worked. One in a million he thinks.

He cranks up the ac in his Jeep as if that’s going to quell the heat trying to penetrate his skin through the windows. He probably should’ve done his hair instead of wearing his hat but now his sweat soaked curls are trapped underneath.

He subconsciously brushes his thumb along the roses where his ring used to be as he sits on the street where you work. His fingers tapping some song that’s been stuck in his head against the steering wheel as he practices what he’s going to say to you.

Fuck it just go

The sun beats down on him as he slams the door to his Jeep and crosses the cobblestone street. He takes a few deep breaths not quite the way his therapist instructed but close enough as the window with the plants comes into view.

He had a plan to peruse the store if you were busy with other customers. He had a general outline of how he would approach you if you were alone in the store. He was however not prepared for the sight of you standing at the window as you flipped the closed sign.

****

You can’t take this anymore, it’s too hot and no one has come in for hours. Your boss can shove it for all you care. He can’t even be bothered to check in once a month. Closing up shop and going to the beach with Alicia sounds like a much better way to spend your afternoon.

You peel yourself off the chair at the front desk and grab your purse. As you flip the closed sign on the window you lock eyes with a rather handsome and distressed looking man.

He looks like he’s seen a ghost as he scrubs his hand behind his neck nervously. You’re not sure when the record store became a beacon for hot middle aged men but today was certainly not the day to entertain anymore. You hastily fix your hair and smooth out your shirt, while trying to put on your brightest smile.

“I’m sorry, we’re closing early. The ac is on the fritz and I just can’t sit here anymore.” You’re not sure he heard you as you wait for him to respond. “If you…want to come back tomorrow I can set something aside for you?”

“You’re so beautiful.” He says like he’s in awe as you give him an inquisitive look.

“I think we have that one,it’s just not available as a single. You’d have to buy the album.” He laughs as he realizes what he’s just said out loud.

“I ugh…sorry. I meant…never mind.” Fuck he’s totally bombing this. “You know I can take a look at it if you want. I’m pretty good with my hands.” That sounds worse than he intended but he can’t stop the words before they leave his mouth.

You glance over your shoulder at the empty store as you bite your lip.

He seems to notice your apprehension. “I’m not a creep or anything.” He takes off his hat running his fingers through his gorgeous curls.

“Hmmm, that sounds like something a creep would say.” You grin at him and lean back against the door signaling for him to come in. “I would appreciate it honestly, I have no idea when they’ll be able to come take a look. Then I’ll have to wait for approval to have it fixed and it’s just a whole thing.” You stop your incessant rambling when you see him taking in the surroundings.

His hands are on his hips as he stares at the posters on the wall. He’s broad and his shirt stretches taught along his back. He rolls his shoulders and turns to see you still standing in the doorway gawking.

Now who’s being a creep

You clear your throat and fix your face to a neutral expression as you gesture for him to follow you toward the back.

Goosebumps trail along your arms as you walk in front of him, it’s assuredly not cold enough to cause such a sensation. His cologne and sweat is flooding your senses… perhaps you’re ovulating or something similar to desperation.

“You’re gonna have to talk handyman, I can’t stand the silence.” You tease as you peer at him over your shoulder. “Or maybe I can put some music on. What’s your preference?”

He tries not to focus on the way your hips sway when you walk and of course any music he’s ever listened to has left his brain entirely.

“Queen.” He blurts out and you laugh. It’s so disarming he relaxes his shoulders a bit. The letters of the cities are hard to make out on the back of your shirt but he can tell it’s Queen from the design.

“You cheated handyman.” Your voice drops to a flirtatious tone that he can’t ignore. You lift the dust cover and place a gently used record into a sleeve of The Essential Mozart.

He leans on the table next to you, so close his breath ghosts over your neck. “So you're a classical gal.”

You snort as you raise your eyebrows. “No one’s ever called me a gal. And yes I enjoy the occasional Mozart, Debussy, Bach—.”

“Okay now you’re just showing off.” You notice the dimple in his cheek when he says it and the way his arms look as he fold them across his chest.

“I’ve gotta put this useless music degree to some use.” You absentmindedly thrum through the records on the display until you find the one you want. “ aha…Queens greatest hits.”

He scoffs as he takes it from your hands. “I would hardly say it’s useless by the collection in your store.” He flips it over and gives you a questionable look. “And I would hardly call these the greatest hits.”

You snatch it back as you narrow your eyes. “Not my store. Although I’ve dreamt of running my own.”

Noted

A momentary glossy expression crosses your face as you carefully place it on the cloth. He watches as you delicately handle each piece like you’re plating a five star meal. You gingerly place the stylus on the edge as he hears the familiar sound of record buzzing just before the music starts.

Is this the real life?

Is it just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide no escape from reality

You turn to him, arms crossed mirroring his stance as you lean into the table. A bead of sweat glides down your neck as he follows it to the v in your top before his eyes meet you again.

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see

He throws his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, I stand corrected. But you have to admit there’s a few questionable picks here.”

You brush past him and he gets a whiff of something strawberry, maybe your shampoo. “I’ll admit it when you fix my ac handyman.” You wink and he’s no longer disguising that he’s checking you out because you’ve been shamelessly checking him out since he stepped foot inside.

He follows you into a small stock room, mostly empty boxes and a shelving rack with old paint and a few picture frames. He can see the old unit in the corner as you bend over to open the side panel. Fuck. You’re making it very hard for him to keep his mind in an appropriate place as you stand and wipe your hands along the back of your jeans.

“I’ll be honest, I have no idea what I’m looking at. I’ll get out of your way.” It’s too small in here as you awkwardly maneuver past him and he brushes against you murmuring apologies as you hold your breath.

He somehow already found a flashlight amongst the odds and ends on the shelf as he crouches down to take a look inside. You watch the way his shirt lifts up slightly revealing a small sliver of skin on his back.

“Now who’s being quiet.” His muffled voice comes from inside the unit.

“I just didn’t want to be a distraction while you’re working.” You hear an uncomfortable grunt as he sits back on his heels. He smirks at your stance as you lean casually on the wall with a perfect view of his ass.

“Mhm I’m sure…” He turns his hat around and it somehow gets impossibly hotter. “Listen, you can distract me all you want if you happen to have a screwdriver?”

You chew on your lip as you think and then start rummaging through the shelves when you find one amongst an abandoned project.

“Will this work?” You hand him a flat head and he looks particularly pleased as he takes it from you.

“This is somehow exactly what I need.” He resumes his work and you wince as you hear some questionable noises coming from within. “There’s just some ice build up on the evaporator coils.” His voice raises a little so you can hear him over the sounds of ice chipping from metal.

“Whatever you say handyman.” You pull out your phone to check the latest text from Alicia. You’ve been giving her subtle updates just in case he decided to turn into a weirdo.

“Francisco.” He says as your finger hovers over the send button of your last text. You watch him rise and lift his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.

You’re staring at the way his soft belly dips into the front of his jeans. You wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers along the seam of his boxers.

“Breaker?” The corners of his lip curl up into a smile as he catches you mid thought. “I need to see if this worked.”

“Sure ya…right over here.” You stammer out as you point him to the small box on the wall.

He flips a few switches and the sound you make when the air comes out of the vents is bordering on sinful.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You’re ecstatic and he’s got that satisfied look on his face with just a tinge of pride.

It’s a flicker of a moment as he hands the screwdriver back to you. Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest when you see it.

Distinctly your hummingbird tattoo on the inside of his right wrist. There’s no way he can’t know. Things were too easy with him, it’s almost laughable that it feels just like they said it would.

You turn to leave and stumble searching for the door handle, he pulls you back just as you're about to faceplant. “Slow down there. I can’t fix you if you break.” His voice in your ear and his hands on your waist…it’s all too much.

“Sorry I’m a little clumsy at times.” You grip the handle with an unsteady hand as you step out into the hallway. “There is a bathroom at the end of the hall if you need to wash up.” He offers a polite thanks as he takes in the concerned look on your face.

****

He stares at his reflection in the small bathroom mirror wondering where he went wrong. Everything was going so well. It was almost too easy. Maybe he was coming on too strong. He takes off his hat and splashes some water on his face. He’s looked better, but he’s definitely looked worse.

Get it together Morales

He sees you when he returns seated in the lounge chair. The music has stopped and your foot is nervously tapping on the floor as you finish texting and place your phone face down on the table.

Your face is expressionless as you look up at him. “Have a seat please.”

He’s trying to think of something to say but he’s lost for words.

You cautiously grab his hand as he sits in the chair next to you. “Can I see?” He nods and holds his breath as you turn his arm over. Goosebumps raise on his skin as your soft hands trace the patterns of the wings on his forearm. Your breathing hitches as a small jolt of electricity runs through his veins.

He notices the roses on your ring finger. Roses meant for someone else, yet they look so perfect on you. Like they were destined to be yours.

“Why roses?” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He clears his throat and shifts in the chair. “They were my ex-wife's idea. I didn’t dislike them.” He sees your shoulders drop a little at the confession.

“Why a hummingbird?”

He sees you smile then, while he waits for your answer. “My mom…she always said I had endless amounts of energy.” You tilt your head and point to his other arm. “What’s with the hawk?”

He tenses a little and his fingers flex in your hand. “Sorry, if this is too much.”

“Don’t be.” He quickly interjects “I’ve wanted to know for so long…everything about you.”

“I don’t even know who you are.” You try to keep your voice steady as he stares at you with those deep brown eyes. “You don’t even know my name.”

You tell him then…he has to pretend it’s a name he hasn’t heard before.

How does he even begin to tell you? Telling you about Dave would ruin everything.

You stand from the chair before he has a chance to start. “Do you maybe want to talk about this over some drinks? I owe you at least for fixing the ac.”

He relaxes at that as the air of flirtatiousness returns to the room. “If you think I’m letting you pay you are sadly mistaken.”

In the few brief seconds you had to yourself, Alicia practically screamed at you to go for it. Her tone let on that she may know more than you think but you shelved that for the moment and decided to be spontaneous.

You hold your hand out. “Let's go handyman.”

He snickers under his breath. “How long are you going to keep calling me that?”

Your hand in his feels right as it should, when you lead him to the front of the store. Dropping it briefly to grab your purse and keys to lock up.

“I doubt Francisco is your real name, so we’ll see.”

****

After the initial shock wore off of learning that Santiago was the one who tipped him off to you, you settled into the idea of how nervous he must have been to approach you.

You’ve got a crash course over the last hour in Francisco Morales. He prefers Frankie and you think that suits him better. He was a helicopter pilot in the military but now he flies commercially. His apprehension when you first mentioned the Blackhawk tattoo was something he wasn’t sure he was ready to address with you.

The way you listened so intently to his story of how proud he was when he first joined, he left out some of the more gruesome details of his time in the service. When he retired he wanted to commemorate it somehow and you were the one that ultimately helped him with his decision.

Your hummingbird was your first tattoo, your mom actually let you get it when you were seventeen. It was one of the last things you did with her before she passed. Frankie wanted to match. The guys gave him shit for it but seeing the way your eyes lit up when he told you made it all worth it. The whole ‘birds of a feather’ sealed the deal.

This isn’t quite how Frankie thought he would be spending his afternoon. He followed you out the store as you confidently led him to one of your favorite spots along the beach. A small bungalow bar overlooking the shore. Despite you having told him you weren’t from here, you seem to be a regular. The older red haired waitress Trudy gestures to your usual spot that's open and sends a wink your way.

You ran through all of the stereotypical questions, favorite color, favorite movie, favorite food. Hobbies, dreams and aspirations. He didn’t laugh when you mentioned you were afraid of the dark. You didn’t laugh when he said he was afraid of the rain.

You talked about your dream of owning your own music store, getting to curate things to your liking. Much like you did at your current job…but it didn’t belong to you.

Frankie didn’t necessarily give off rich guy vibes but he let on that money was no longer an issue. He recently became part owner of the company he currently flies for.

It’s so easy, like long lost friends catching up. The way you listen so intently as you rest your head on your hand. He catches you often looking out into the water like you’re waiting for something.

Maybe he’s trying to make up for lost time or perhaps he wants all his cards on the table in case you determine that his baggage is too much. You don’t really think it’s baggage when he tells you that he’s in recovery and his ex wife left him for her soulmate. He’s been putting in the work to better himself, and if she hadn’t left you would’ve never met him.

In between the plate of shared nachos and beers the conversation shifts to you. You decide since he’s shared such intimate details about his life that it’s only fair you return the favor. You tell him about your mom…the reason you believed in soulmates in the first place. Your mom and dad, highschool sweethearts. Somehow destined to spend the rest of their lives together. When she got sick it all happened so fast, too fast for you to come to terms with the fact that your dad had already moved on.

The idea of soulmates left a sour taste in your mouth after you moved out of your dad and step moms home to go to college. It’s why you think you were so inclined to not find yours. People fell in love everyday and lived happily ever after without theirs.

You and Frankie’s stories are so similar in some ways.

You signal for the bartender to bring you another round before you tell the rest of your story. A comfortable buzz runs through your veins as your foot brushes the inside of his calf under the table.

You gasp as he grabs your ankle and places it in his lap. “Ticklish?” You shake your head as he raises an eyebrow at you. His fingers trace the gun tattoo and your body betrays you as you nearly kick him in his stomach. “The jury's out, maybe I should keep testing.”

“No please.” You giggle and his hands travel further but stop just before the crook of your knee before he gently sets it back down.

“So…what kind of gun is that?” You ask cautiously as you tilt your leg to the side.

He sighs deep. “It’s an M sixteen…it was a dare.” He hangs his head a little, knowing how that must look on someone like you.

“Oh right of course.” You say sarcastically as Trudy drops your drinks off at the table.

“Can I get you two lovebirds anything else?” She clicks her pen to the pad as you both lock eyes and burst into laughter.

“No Trudy, we're fine, thanks.” She sends you a mischievous smile as she tends to the other patrons.

His eyes widen as you take a rather large sip of your drink. He can tell you have something to say so he waits patiently as he takes you all in. The way you squint your eyes when you’re thinking, the way you tap your foot when you're nervous. How bright your smile is and how everyone you seem to cross paths with has a special connection with you. It’s why he’s not prepared when you tell him about your ex.

“The gun was the last straw.” You trace the lines of condensation on your glass. “He couldn’t take anymore reminders that I wasn’t his.”

“You don’t belong to anyone.” His voice is stern as he takes your hand. “I would say sorry but…it’s his loss.” He gently presses his lips to your fingers and you have to fight to keep yourself calm.

“Ya…hers too.”

You squeeze his hand as you take in a sharp breath. He sees it then, the thing you were waiting for. As the sun sets through the palm trees and the yellow bleeds into red and orange. It’s a task not to watch you instead of the aquamarine water and the gentle waves kissing the shore.

Something so simple, that so many people take for granted and he thinks this may be the most perfect day he’s ever had.

Without second guessing himself he leans in close. “It feels wrong if I don’t kiss you right now.”

Your face is mere inches from his and you’d be a fool not to admit that you wanted to kiss him in the stock room earlier. “What are you waiting for?”

His lips are soft against yours, it’s like he’s breathing you in with each passing second. Your hand plays with the curls at the nape of his neck as he cradles your jaw. You don’t care if anyone’s watching right now because you’ve dreamt of this moment a thousand times. It’s electric, sending a shiver down your spine and he groans as you pull away biting his bottom lip.

Your forehead rests against his as you catch your breath. “I didn’t want to give anyone a free show.”

He chuckles and pecks your lips one last time. “We certainly wouldn’t want that.”

****

The walk home felt like you were floating. His hand in yours as he tugged you close. Stealing kisses whenever he could. The heat of the day was long forgotten as the gentle breeze rolled in with nightfall. It scared you a little how fast you fell into this domestic bliss with someone you just met. But isn’t that how it’s supposed to feel? Isn’t that why people are made for each other?

As you approached your apartment you could see from below the light was on, no doubt Alicia waiting up for you to hear all about Frankie.

“Well this is me.” You point up to the loft as you await the dreaded conversation that you’ve been wanting to avoid all afternoon.

He can sense your shift in mood as you rock back and forth on your feet.

“Frankie I…really want to see you again. I want to see where this goes.” You sigh as you look down at the pavement.

He grabs your hands in his as he steps into your space. “But?”

“But I met someone recently. I’m supposed to see him tomorrow.” You shrug as you look up at him. “I’m not the type of person to just abandon something, it’s not in my nature to be that cruel. I want to at least see it through, even if that means I’m letting him down easy.” His face is unreadable as you wait for his response.

He swallows thick trying not to let on that his blood is boiling. He can’t tell you who Dave is, he’s too far gone.

His hands drift from yours as they travel up your arms, your heart rate picks up and your eyes are wide with desire. His large hand cradles your face as he caresses your jaw. “Like I said…you don’t belong to anyone. You’re free to do what you want, all I ask is that you give me a chance. Do you think you can do that?” The way he asks you and the look in his eyes you would say yes to anything.

You nod your head in his hand as he licks his bottom lip, still tasting your chapstick from earlier. “I wouldn’t mind something to think about on my date.”

His eye twitches slightly at the word but he quickly recovers. “I was hoping you’d ask.” His lips meet yours again and the way your body fits against his is almost too much. Your hands grasp at the back of his shirt as he consumes you. You can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you feel the obvious bulge in his pants, a little overwhelmed at how quickly he’s got you falling to pieces.

“Get a room!” He inhales sharply as you laugh against his lips. Your laugh grows at his obvious confusion because of course you recognize the voice of your best friend.

“Ignore her please.” You half whisper as you kiss the small patch on his cheek where the hair is missing. “I don’t know how Santiago is gonna handle all that.” You gesture up towards the open window.

“Oh I’m sure he’ll find a way.” He pulls you into one last hug and reluctantly steps away. You have to distance yourself from him or you just might invite him up right now. “Don’t have too much fun tomorrow.” He says it in a teasing tone as he walks backwards, not wanting to tear his eyes from you.

“I’ll try.” You wave at him as you hear Alicia buzz you up to your apartment.

****

“How.could.you.keep.that.from.me.” You mercilessly hit your friend with a pillow as your crowd over her on her bed.

She laughs as she blocks your futile attempts at causing any permanent damage. “Once he told me it was too late to let you know.” She tilts her head feigning innocence. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m so sure.” You huff as you roll over laying next to her. “I’m so fucked.”

“Not yet.” She laughs and dodges your last blow with the pillow. “I’m just kidding. I’m glad we can finally go on some double dates…maybe tomorrow?” She wiggles her eyebrows at you playfully.

You sit up against her headboard as you tuck your legs beneath you suddenly feeling a little ashamed. “Well…I’m actually going out with Dave tomorrow. I told Frankie and he seemed to be okay with it.Now saying it out loud it sounds a little ridiculous and to be honest with you, I have no idea what I’m doing.” You facepalm as you throw your head back ending your rant.

She sits up next to you and gently pulls your hands down, giving you that look that only you know a friend would give. She knows your mind is running a million scenarios of what you should be doing and how you should be acting. Trying to be ten steps ahead of every situation so you don’t find yourself in the one that landed you here.

“Listen to me.” She rubs your hands softly grounding you. “You don’t have to figure it all out yet, you’re just going on a few dates. As long as you’re upfront with your intentions with them, and they agree, what more could they ask for?” She sees you staring off into space not quite grasping her words. “Babe, you just met Frankie.”

“Ya and I let him stick his tongue down my throat. In public. Twice.”

“No one said you can’t have a little fun. And just so you know, I’m very jealous and very happy for you.” She nudges you slightly as you sink back under the covers. She rolls over to her bedside table and turns off the light. “I take it you’re sleeping here again.”

“Your bed is so much more comfortable than mine.” You whine as she laughs and gets under the covers.

It’s quiet for a moment as you think over everything you learned about Frankie. How fiercely he loved his friends. How passionate he was about his work. How he loved so deeply despite being hurt. How easily he opened up to you and how comfortable he made you feel. You trusted him with things you hadn’t told anyone but Alicia after just a few hours of knowing him. You also can’t stop thinking about his lips, and they felt against yours. How you fit perfectly in his hold like you were meant to be there.

The phone on her nightstand buzzes illuminating the dark room. She laughs as she stares at the text and sends a quick message back. You’re trying not to eavesdrop as you move your head on the pillow trying to make out some words.

“Santi says hi.” She says as she turns toward you with a smirk on her face.

“Oh…he’s Santi now? Well tell him I said hi.” You reply half in a whisper.

She clears her throat. “He also said you might need Frankie’s number if you want to see him again.”

You groan as you roll over realizing both of you forgot to exchange information in your haze of the whirlwind afternoon.

****

“How do I look Fish?” Santi holds his arms out with a stupid grin on his face.

“Like an asshole.” Frankie grumbles on the couch with his arms crossed in defiance.

“Look hermano it’s not my fault you didn’t tell her.” Santi grabs his keys from the table and Frankie looks on at him wide eyed.

“How is this not your fault? What was I supposed to say!” He stands and Santi holds his hands up trying to calm his friend. “Oh hi…I’m your soulmate. I hired someone to find you for me. They did, and now you’re sort of daring them.” He rips his hat off aggressively, running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck.”

Santi regards him cautiously. “Sorry Fish, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Frankie sighs heavily through his nose as he plops back down. “I know Pope…I'm sorry. You like fine by the way, I hope you have a nice time.” He grits out the last part.

Santi punches him lightly in the shoulder “I know that was hard for you to say so I appreciate it. Plus you said so yourself she really likes you. Don’t think about it too much.”

****

Easy for him to say. He was about to go on a date and Frankie was gonna sit here and try not to stew.

You’ve consumed his thoughts over the last twenty four hours. He knew meeting you would be overwhelming but he did not anticipate falling head over heels, rom com, quintessential love at first sight, completely crazy for you. The thought of Dave being anywhere near the parts of you he wanted to explore made his blood boil. His mind ran wild last night with the scent of you still on his clothes. The way your body felt pressed against his, the way you said his name Francisco like some forbidden secret.

His hot shower ran cold as he stroked himself to thoughts of you. Imagining the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock. The way your breast would feel on his bare chest as grind down on him. The soft moan that escapes you when he bit down on your lip and how you would sound if you didn’t have to be so quiet.

You awoke something in him he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He can’t think about it anymore sitting alone on Pope's couch half hard. He needs to go home and hope sleep comes easy tonight so he doesn’t have to think about the prospect of losing you before he’s even had a chance.

****

The last two hours have been chaotic to say the least. You both needed to get ready at the same time so of course the hot water ran out. Alicia blew a fuse in her bathroom trying to blow dry her hair so now she was in yours while you sat on the floor in her room in front of her floor length mirror doing your makeup.

Judging by the pile of clothes on her bed you don’t think she was planning on bringing Santi back to the apartment. Perhaps she wasn’t planning on returning either as you notice a small overnight bag placed next to her door.

She rushes into her room and grabs the bag before placing a kiss to the top of your head. “I gotta go hon, he said he’s coming up but I don’t want him to think I’m messy.” She wildly gestures to the state of her room as you meet her eyes in the mirror.

“He’s gonna have to figure it out at some point.” You state dryly as you finish your mascara.

“Not tonight though.” She fixes herself once more before addressing you. “Please try and have fun tonight. Call me if you need anything, you know I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

“I got it Alicia.” You laugh as you wave her off.

“Oh and don’t wait up.” She yells out over her shoulder before slamming the front door.

You breathe a sigh of relief that you’ll at least have a few moments to yourself before meeting Dave at the store. You loved your friend but you could tell her nervous energy was bleeding into your mood. So many emotions were running through your head. This would be your first real chance at getting to know him. You were giddy at the thought that he had a surprise planned for you. In the five years you spent with your ex he’s never once planned a surprise. It didn’t really bother you but it was just one of those things you assumed you would never get to experience. Looking back on it now you realize it’s a blessing in disguise that he broke up with you. You had put up with so much apathetic behavior that it became second nature to put yourself last.

Your phone pings on the floor beside you and you glance down to see Dave’s name.

Dave: Can’t wait to see you hummingbird

You sit for a moment trying to come up with a clever reply when another text comes in.

Frankie: I hope u have a nice time tonight

This can’t be your life right now.

can’t wait to see you too 🥰

You double check that you sent that text to the correct person.

I promise I won’t have too much fun 😘

There’s a feeling you can’t pinpoint at the moment. You’re not sure if it’s even right that you’re feeling this way. To be the object of two men’s affection is a situation you never thought you’d find yourself in. It would be a lie to say that you’re not riding this high. The end game however is something you haven’t quite worked out.

****

The sun is just starting to set as you make your way down the familiar street towards your work. Checking your reflection in every car parked alongside it like it’s somehow going to drastically change. He didn’t really give you very many details so you opted for a long black sundress and some strappy sandals. Your phone and lipgloss tucked neatly into the brown cross body purse Alicia got you for your birthday.

His back is to you when you see him, his hands in the pockets of his tight blue jeans. Almost sensing your presence he turns to you with that devilish smile on his face. He’s in front of you in a few brief steps, his woodsy cologne invading your senses and a hint of aftershave. The black short sleeve button up pulls taught along his biceps and you have to stop yourself from reaching out and grabbing him.

As if on cue he pulls you into a tight hug, you wrap your arms around his waist feeling his muscles flex in your grasp. He sighs long and deep like your embrace was the only thing keeping him from losing his sanity. He doesn’t say anything for a while as you both just sway for a moment, like two lovers who’ve gone weeks without seeing each other. It’s so comforting you almost forget about the impending doom of having to tell him about Frankie. You decided on the walk over that you would be upfront with him from the beginning. Just in case he wanted to call things off. You didn’t want to come off as some girl who wanted a free date from him just to break the news to him at the end of the night. Ultimately you would leave the decision up to him and go from there.

“Hi hummingbird, I missed you.” He speaks softly into your hair as you try to stay on your feet.

“I missed you too.” He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. It feels wrong but it’s true, you did miss him.

“I hope you like what I have planned for us tonight.” His eyes twinkle when he mentions it again but you can’t quite meet his gaze. “Something on your mind?”

You take a deep breath and put a little more space between you as he holds your hands in his. “I have a lot to say before we go on our date so just give me a moment okay?” He nods once acknowledging what you said.

He’s stoic on the outside but internally he’s starting to panic. You didn’t say you didn’t want to go on the date but there’s clearly something wrong.

“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you and getting to know you better, but I have to be clear about some things since you’ve been gone. I’ll spare you all the details but…I met my soulmate yesterday.” His hands tighten their grip a little but you don’t seem to notice. “I know this may sound confusing but…I’m not going to just drop you for someone I just met. At the same time, I feel like it would be crazy to not give my soulmate a chance.”

You stare down at the ground hoping it will stop your rambling and give you the words you practiced in the mirror that are coming out all wrong. “I understand if this is too much-“

He cuts you off as he tips your chin up with his finger. He’s comfortably stepped into your space again and you wouldn’t know by the look on his face that he’s seething.

“I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a really long time, and I’m not about to back down from a little friendly competition.” Your eyes are challenging him when you don’t pull away. He leans in, his lips barely ghost over yours like he’s waiting for permission.

You’re not sure what reaction you were expecting from him but it certainly wasn’t this. You’re sick of trying to predict what your life is going to do and instead decide to go with the flow.

You kiss him first.

It almost knocks you off your feet how different he is from Frankie as he takes back control. He’s more sure of himself like he’s kissed you a thousand times. His hand travels behind your head, while the other grabs your waist. You gasp at how close he has you pulled into him as you taste the hint of mint and something else that’s entirely Dave. He chuckles a little at how he’s already got you so worked up. If it’s a competition you want then it’s a competition you’ll get.

“It’s not really customary to kiss before the date.” He’s a little breathless and you laugh as his muscles twitch beneath your fingers.

“I don’t think anything we’re doing is customary.” He huffs at that, yet you have no idea the full weight behind it.

“I’m just glad I haven’t lost my touch…it’s been a while.” He laces his fingers with yours. “I hope you like what I have planned.”

“Oh I’m sure I will.”

****

You don’t care how ridiculous you sound as you scream the lyrics to don’t stop believing at the top of your lungs. It’s just one of those songs no matter how many times you hear it or how many times it gets overplayed, you can’t help yourself.

Dave is doing his best to hide the fact that he’s been singing every song word for word as he hovers close behind you in the crowd.

He was a little nervous at first when you arrived at the venue…picking a concert for a first date was a bold move. He’ll be replaying the excited jumps you did on a loop in his head when he revealed it was a Journey cover band. He remembered from the first time he walked into your store and somehow got lucky when he saw a place on the waterfront hosting the special event.

You’re a stone's throw from your impromptu date with Frankie the previous night. The setting is much similar as you look out onto the water. Your stomach does a flip every so often when he possessively shields you from someone getting too close, or the way his hands instinctively wrapped around you during the slow songs.

Thankfully he made time before the show to get some dinner at one of the many food trucks outside the venue. You’re excited giggles when you said you wanted to try everything so that’s exactly what he did. You both shared a little from each one and of course donuts for dessert. You also shared a lot with him about your life. No doubt hoping he would reciprocate.

He rarely if ever talked about his wife with other people and most wouldn’t consider the topic a great first date conversation. Except for you. The way you made him want to open up and be better at sharing. It wasn’t awkward at all, in fact it felt a little freeing. If only he could tell you that’s how he found you. Resigning his life to helping people find their soulmate, it’s really his karma that he’s now competing with Frankie. He did this to himself and now the question lingers in the air of how he found you and why don’t you know about who Dave really is. He’s not sure what kind of game Frankie is playing but it’s making him uneasy.

His phone vibrates in his pocket as he glances down to see the aforementioned name.

Francisco: I hope ur having a nice time let’s talk soon

He hears a small gasp from you and immediately breaks out into a cold sweat. He tucks his phone into his pocket hoping he hasn’t been found out this way.

You’re staring at him with those sad eyes half pouting and it’s quite possibly the scariest and most adorable thing he’s ever seen. “It’s the last song.”

His eyes tell a different story than yours as he takes your hand. “We’ll just have to make the most of it then.” He spins you in his arms and you feel a bit like Cinderella, you’re time at the ball running out soon.

When the lights go down in the city

And the sun shines on the bay

It’s hard to enjoy your favorite song when he’s singing it so sweet in your ear. His face nuzzled in the crook of your neck as he sways with you. Your stomach is doing flips for an entirely different reason now because you know at the end of the night you won’t be calling it off with Dave.

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mlmxreader · 1 month

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For An Entire Week | Kuai Liang x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Kuai Liang with "Sometimes I hear your voice, it calls out to me" please ❞

: ̗̀➛ It's not often that you and Kuai Liang get time together, but when you do, you know to appreciate every single second.

: ̗̀➛ swearing

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Sabaton’s cover of “For Whom the Bell Tolls” was ringing out loudly as Kuai Liang approached the house, his hands shaking slightly due to both excitement and nervousness; he hadn’t seen you in so long, and the second that you told him you were free for the week, he jumped at the chance to be with you.

He left the clan in the capable hands of Hanzo, especially after the latter had convinced him that he also needed to take a break; that was the one thing that Kuai Liang never seemed to get right - he never made time for himself in the slightest, and never would either.

Gingerly, he opened the door and stepped inside, surprised to find you sat in the dark kitchen; you had dragged a chair over to the counter, and had sat down as you smoked a cigarette right next to the speaker, hardly registering his presence until he waved at you and grinned.

Immediately, you returned the gesture, getting up and putting your cigarette out; you were eager to approach, wrapping your arms around him tightly and trying not to burst out laughing with giddiness.

He returned the embrace, hugging you tightly and pretending that he did not feel the same as he tried to remain just a little bit stoic; but when he pulled away, you immediately traced his jaw with a deft finger, and you grinned as you licked your lips.

“You haven’t shaved,” you pointed out. “You should keep it like that.”

Kuai Liang nodded as he hummed softly. “If you like it, I will keep it.”

You had not heard his voice in so long, the gruff and low tone sending a shiver down your spine; you always loved the sound of his voice, as although he could not hold a tune to keep his life, you adored to hear him sing, and when “Lady Of The Dark” by the same band started to play, you eagerly tugged at his hand, a glimmer in your eyes that made his head spin.

“I am not going to sing,” he told you, shaking his head.

“Please?” You begged playfully, raising a brow.

“Break the norm, she’s the girl in uniform, fighting side by side with men, she will fight until the end,” he sang bluntly, laughing when you grew more excited. “Are you happy now?”

“Absolutely!” You beamed, sitting back down on your chair and turning the volume on the speaker down a little bit. “I’m sorry I’ve only got this week, though.”

“Don’t be,” he told you, leaning against the counter so that he was standing in front of you, his arms folded tightly over his chest. “You work hard, and I appreciate every moment I can have with you.”

You shook your head, licking your lips as you hummed. “I just… you know, I love working for Johnny and everything, he’s my best mate and has been since we were kids, but… sometimes I just wish I could have more time with you, y’know? Just us.”

Kuai Liang nodded slowly, chewing at the inside of his bottom lip for a moment. “I understand. It’s a shame that we don’t get as much time as other couples do.”

You nodded in agreement as you raked a hand down your face, daring to grin up at him. “But I’m glad you’re here, I really am. Johnny gave me the entire week off, including being his social media manager. So I’m all yours, for once.”

He smiled at that, and when he pursed his lips slightly and squinted, you knew that he was thinking about something. “How come you’re sat out here and not in the living room?”

“Oh, I’m just waiting for the washing to finish,” you told him nonchalantly, grabbing your phone to check the timer. “It’ll be done in all of an hour, so.”

“So, for an hour, I’ve got you entirely to myself with no distractions,” he mused. “Didn’t you want me to watch that film with you?”

“Yes!” You clapped as you stood up, gesturing for him to follow. “I got it on DVD about a week ago, and trust me - you’ll love it! It’s gory, it’s funny, it’s a classic!”

Kuai Liang leaned against the doorframe to the living room while he watched you grab a copy of ‘Cabin Fever’, and he couldn’t help himself; when you bent over to grab it, his eyes landed on your backside, and he couldn’t ignore just how tight your light grey jogging bottoms were in the slightest.

“Here it is!” You chuckled, snapping back upright and turning to face him. It caught him a little off guard, and he could feel his face heat up slightly when you met his gaze. “Trust me on this, Frosty, you’ll love it!”

He wanted to roll his eyes at the stupid nickname, but it had been so long since he heard you say it in person that he couldn’t deny how it made his heart skip a beat; you were always calling him stupid nicknames - Frosty, Vanilla Ice, Blueberry Ice, Snowball, just to name a few - and although for the most part he just treated them as silly jokes, now… now, he appreciated hearing them more than he could ever say.

“Something the matter?” You asked softly when you realised he didn’t seem nearly as keen as you did.

Kuai Liang shook his head, clearing his throat as he smiled and laughed quietly to himself. “You know, sometimes, I hear your voice, it calls out to me - and then I wake up, and you aren’t beside me, and I… I wish you were.”

You put the DVD down so that you could place your hands on his chest, shaking your head as you smiled at him. “For an entire week, I will be. I promise.”

He seemed pleased with that answer, putting his arm around you securely and tugging you into his side so that he could gently kiss your cheek. “For an entire week.”

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niicoli · 18 days

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Trapped

Toxic Satosugu x reader with lil spice

Not proof read

WARNING: satosugu itself to be honest

The same routine just different days every day for the past two years it’s been the same to the point days and weeks are just passing by in blurs of fogginess.

Sato and sugu have kept you here locked up in their house like a prisoner , but god forbid I say that out loud. A lot of things have changed since then when they first took me. And our son has grown into an identical twin of their father’s.

and unfortunately, for you said fathers decided to morph them into their own personal little bodyguard, always telling them what you did that day. What you ate or who did you talk to, not like you could since they made you disappear from the world or better yet not like you had any energy to interact with said world.

Always coming home from missions or work in general, smiling so adoringly at you, whispering sweet promises of love and freedom only to steal said freedom away by kissing and touching you to the point that it started to drive you insane.

“You’re doing it again mochi, running away from us into that little head of yours “ gojo said in a whinny tone letting out a chuckle.

He continued to smile at you as he slowly started to lay you down on the couch tracing his lips across your neck down to your chest. You shudder letting out a soft sigh and closing your eyes, you learnt to just let it happen resisting was always pointless when it came to them, especially in the beginning.

They wouldn’t touch you physically or abuse you no , no, they took their time breaking you over the course of trapping you here. Every time you refused Their touch or their love they wouldn’t let you see your son. They would simply trap you away in the bedroom leaving you in isolation with no food and just your thoughts.

But if you were lucky enough, if you weren’t paralyzed enough, you could make your way towards the bedroom door that they were keeping you in. You could hear your son’s happy laughter. Laughing and playing with his father’s.

Almost making you want to give in to their love to their support to the manipulation of being their puppet again to the point you had to remind yourself that they don’t love you. They love the idea of you that you wouldn’t be happy with them again, and that you refuse to ever give into their manipulation but it was so hard when you heard your son laugh.

“ sato your smothering her besides Sochi will be up soon and we’ll be late” came geto voice breaking you out of your trance like state. When did he get here and when did sato remove your shirt?

“ ugh but Sochi got to hog her all day yesterday, besides we haven’t gotten to play with her in a while “ gojo said but I drowned him out focusing my gaze on sugu, I would have to say he’s worser than sato Always hiding behind a smile that looks that could do no harm, but he’s the most sadistic out of the two.

Tying me up and blindfolding me taking his time destroying my walls bit by bit while whispering sweet nothings to me while sato is more fast but deliberate. they haven’t changed much since when I was first with them willingly and naïve in the relationship, but the only thing I would have to say that changed about them is that they have a lot less patience now.

Geto must of have noticed me looking and gave me a soft smile while patting my head,” all though maybe it wouldn’t be to bad to indulge for a while …” he smirked but thankfully Sochi walked into the room rubbing the sleep out of his eyes ruining whatever they have planned for me.

And with that they patted Sochi on the head goodbye while sending me a heated gaze with a promise of later of what they intended

And that’s when this day starts to go back to the normal routine. You make breakfast for Sochi making his favorite pancakes and bacon because even though the little boy is helping, keep you here unknowingly but you can’t bring yourself to hate him since he’s just a kid ,and will forever and always be your little boy.

Next into cleaning the house while he watched TV consisted of his favorite cartoons while the cleaning consisted of cleaning the kitchen, clean the living room, clean the bedroom and doing laundry. If you had enough time maybe you could read a book or write in your diary that seems to have gone missing ,but you always misplaced it don’t you?

Yeah, that sounded about right. You misplaced it. It must be in your purse next a shower and getting dressed . Geto and Gojo always join you in the shower whenever they’re here suffocating you and smothering you in their embrace, not being able to breathe. Or enjoy your peace.

But when you’re alone, especially in the mornings when they have to go to work the hot water run over your body all the stress in emotions as you cry well, at least you used to cry becoming numb, the more you were trapped here because they loved you they put you here because they loved you,no they don’t love you. They love the idea of you remember that.

After getting dressed, brushing your hair and teeth, you get Sochi ready for the day as you go about completing your errands wish included grocery shopping, stopping by the local library and picking up those sweets that Gojo likes for dessert

Making a way to the grocery store you make sure your son is secured by your side and start picking out what you are going to make for dinner. Should it be yellow peppers no sugu likes the red ones more we have a salad sato has been eating a lot of sweets lately, but why should I care it’s not like I love them right?

Continue shopping I walked down all the isles that I need to go down and even get Sochi snacks for the week and after paying for that, I dropped the groceries off at the car and walked in the sidewalk with Sochi going to the library

And once I entered the library, I took a deep breath the smell of old and new books always calms me. I drop my son off at the Lil reading nook and start walking around, not looking for anything particular, but walking.

I stopped at my tracks when I see a familiar set of golden locks. It’s been so long since I seen him. Nanami if he was worried ifhe looked, if he searched but then I wouldn’t be in the situation still right?, No, he was my dearest friend he wouldn’t give up on me like this, but then why am I hesitating on walking up to him?

I feel myself snap out of my trance when I feel my son grab my hand and slowly look between me and Nanami and pull me away out of the library I tighten my hand around his continue to walk the other way who needs to go to the library anyway next getting dessert for sato

Right dessert I need to get dessert and not look back. Continue to walk down the block of shops finally making it to a café where I order strawberry cake and a little something for me and my son passes slowly as my son eats history, but I just stare out the window in a abyss like state then I hear the ringing of the bell of the front door. It brings my attention back to my son who just stares and smiles.

I smell at home realizing how peaceful it is almost like it was just us again. Why would it just be us too? We have a home that we like to go back to don’t we?

I gather the cake. I grabbed my son’s hands, and we walked back to the car, enjoying the soft rays of daylight , enjoying the chirping of the birds, enjoying the air. strapping my son into the car we drive back home, home Where his father will be waiting for us

We pull into the driveway and unstrapped my son and pop the trunk, he help me take the groceries out the trunk and into the house and I go to grab the last one and I go back to go into the house. I right on the porch with the door wide open. I can hear my son wrestling with the bags putting away the groceries, why did I stop?

It’s because I want to, want to what leave?, I don’t wanna leave.I gotta move but I’m paralyzed why aren’t I moving?

I want to… LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE

LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE

“ I see we caught you just getting home love how was your day “ I heard a voice say as a arm was put around me “ it looks like she’s struggling sugu , here you go mochi lemme help “ I heard as my hands felt lighter and soft white obstructed my vision.

I felt lips pressing into my temple “ well are you going to go in love now that we’re home…” I felt my legs start to move and my body start to lean into his touch.

Yeah, home why would I want to leave? Why would I want to do anything because they love me right yeah, they love me.

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vivalas-vega · 1 year

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easier / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

this idea came to me very suddenly last night and I just knew I had to write it!!! pls lmk what you think - also lmk if you want a part two, i might have some more ideas for this one

easier / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

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warnings: language, mentions of death, definite flying inaccuracies

The ride home on the carrier passed by in a blur, a mix of voices and sounds that didn’t quite reach your ears as you responded on autopilot. Your body taking over and saying what you thought people wanted to hear as your mind was somewhere else entirely, still replaying the mission over and over, focusing in on every little detail you were certain you weren’t ever going to forget. It was all the same, excited congratulations on a job well done, comments on the skills you’d exhibited, and praise for your first mission as a team leader going successfully. You were acutely aware of the fact that you needed to hold yourself together, getting picked as team leader was an incredible feat and you weren’t about to let anyone think you weren’t cut out for leadership long term by breaking down now, but that didn’t mean your mind was present. You weren’t even aware you’d docked back in San Diego until Bob was softly tugging on your arm and letting you know it was time to go, weren’t even sure how you’d gotten home until the sound of Rooster’s keys hitting the entryway table in your shared home somehow jolted you back into your body and you dropped your bag as you looked around. Home. You felt like sinking to your knees, kissing that damn creaky floor and never stepping foot outside again.

“You haven’t said a word since we docked,” he commented, trying not to prod.

“Yeah, uh- tired. We prepped so hard for this mission and then uh… guess it’s finally catching up,” you muttered, slipping your boots off and pulling the pins from your hair. “Mind if I grab the first shower?” you asked and he just shook his head, watching you carefully as you made your way down the hall. The second the warm water hit your skin you gasped, suddenly feeling the weight crash against you and you braced yourself against the tile as you felt each emotion you’d been so carefully repressing for the past twenty-four hours. Shock, anger, shame, fear… they all cascaded over you and you almost willed them to mix with the water and wash down the drain but things don’t work that way. You forced yourself to go through your routine, trying to block out the sounds of bullets hitting your jet and your teammates panic in your ears.

“Tally two, three o’clock!” Payback said and you cursed to yourself as things began to fall apart around you.

“Fuck, it’s a dogfight. Keep your eyes up, watch your teammates.” you yelled.

“Smoke in the air!” Rooster shouted in your ear and everything devolved into chaos, everyone trying to keep their line of sight straight as they bobbed and weaved around each other, the SAM’s, and the terrain around them.

“Stay low when you can!” you yelled, deploying flares and bailing Phoenix out seconds before Payback had to do the same for you. Enemy fire was raining over your jet and you couldn’t take much more, “cover me, we need to take them out.”

“I’m on you, Siren, go,” Phoenix affirmed as you veered off course and set your sights directly on one of the bandits, fighting back every survival instinct telling you to bail. “Backup, backup, on my six, we’re pinned.” she shouted and your blood ran cold.

“Talk to me, what the hell is going on?” You were struggling to get tone on this guy, whizzing through the air as he seemingly played cat and mouse with you.

“Rooster and Payback are getting hammered,” Bob answered.

“Shit, shit, shit.” you muttered to yourself, trying to take a deep breath but it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of your lungs.

“Come on, kid, what would I do?” You suddenly heard Maverick in your ear, and somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered if he’d physically subdued Cyclone to get to the mic. “You can do this in your sleep, Siren, you just gotta do it.” you nodded, you knew what to do. Increasing speed you suddenly took a sharp right, disappearing behind a ridge and dropping below the radar.

“Comanche, talk to me.”

“You’re parallel, they can’t see you.”

“You know what to do.” Mav said and you swallowed all of your fear, it was now or never. Flipping over the ridge you cut them off, knowing you were putting yourself wide in the open but hoping the element of surprise would give you the two seconds you desperately needed to lock tone, and it did. You watched as your hit ripped through the canopy of their jet, pulling up on your throttle to avoid the inevitable explosion as it crashed into the rocks below and you didn’t even have time to process it as you whipped around.

“Dagger One, confirmed bandit kill. Dagger Squad, proceed to carrier.”

“What? Siren-” Rooster began to protest in your ear as you deployed counterstrikes against missiles that were headed directly for him.

“Go, now. None of you can take anymore fire,” you ordered as you lifted yourself back onto the radar, giving your enemy a clear sight at where you were. You waited until they changed courses, abandoning Phoenix to take on the bigger threat: you. You waited until the last second before taking off in the opposite direction.

“Is she-” Bob started to ask before you cut him off,

“I mean it, that is an order.” You whizzed through the canyon, taking each turn in stride as you dropped low enough to confuse your opponents radar. You knew this terrain. You studied it, made sure you knew it better than your old childhood neighborhood… you just needed to keep him locked in, distracted enough to lure him right where you wanted him. You lifted up, just briefly to keep him on edge, practically taunting him before dipping back down and hurtling directly towards the rocky hillside. Your calculations told you that you had about ten seconds to bail out before you became one with that hillside and Mavericks words in your ears kept you on track. “Three… two… one.” you whispered before roughly pulling up on the throttle, gasping at the sudden force of the incline, leveling out just as soon as you could to be sure your plan had worked, sighing at the smoking wreckage beneath you.

You stepped out of the shower with shaky hands as you dried off before making the quick dash towards your bedroom where you changed into your comfiest sweats and sweatshirt, the sound of the tone still ringing in your ears. By the time you reemerged, Rooster was already in the bathroom and you made your way through the silent house to check the fridge, which was a wasted effort on your part as the two of you never kept it stocked, especially not before a deployment. You raked through the take-out menus from the junk drawer, narrowing down to pizza or Chinese and leaving it to Rooster to be the tie-breaker. You cracked open a beer, the one thing that was always stocked, and leaned against the island as you took measured breaths, mind slipping further and further away from the present until Rooster’s tap against the pizza menu startled you back.

“Get extra breadsticks,” he said, grabbing his own beer and you nodded as you grabbed your phone, exchanging pleasantries and your order quickly before setting it back down with a sigh. “You okay?” he asked and you lifted your gaze to meet his with a nod.

“Yeah, just ready for food and my own bed,” you said and it wasn’t entirely a lie. Rooster decided to accept this, for now, knowing it was best not to pry until you had some food in you.

“Okay, Maddie texted. Said we had some packages delivered, I’m gonna go grab them, probably from your dad.” he said as he slipped his shoes on and you chuckled.

“Mmhm, is that all you’re going to do?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him and he just stared back.

“She’s our neighbor, Siren.”

“Our super hot, super single neighbor that you’ve had a crush on since we moved in… but if it’s not about anything else I can go grab them, since they’re probably for me anyways,” you teased as you stood and he all but pushed you back down.

“My shoes are already on, I’ll be right back.”

“I’m not saving you any breadsticks if you aren’t.” You watched as the door shut behind him and exhaled forcefully, finally alone for probably the first time in weeks and you tried to decide what to do, settling on making your way through the house to take stock of any damage to your houseplants. None seemed too far gone, and you began gathering the ones that needed some extra love by the sink when a knock on your door startled you. Grabbing your wallet you went to meet the delivery driver but were only startled further when you swung open the door.

“Hangman? What are you doing here?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at the pizza boxes in his hand.

“Ran into the driver when I got here,” he said, pushing into your house and you stepped aside confused.

“By all means, come on in,” you sighed, watching as he set them in the kitchen. “What are you doing here?” you asked again.

“Mind if I?” he gestured to the box, grabbing plates down from the cabinet and making himself right at home as he grabbed the red pepper and ranch from their respective spots.

“Clearly I can’t stop you,” you threw your hands up in exasperation before grabbing your own plate, eyeing him suspiciously and not waiting for him to explain himself. The second the smell hit your nose you realized it had been far too long since you’d eaten anything that didn’t come from a Naval carrier cafeteria, and all of that likely came out of a freezer. You ate in silence, and it wasn’t until you finished your second slice that you were reminded of his presence. “So, is there a reason why you’re here or is it just to steal my food?”

“Well, I paid the driver so technically it’s you stealing my food,” he replied before taking another bite.

“That you intercepted. Seriously, Hangman, I am not in the mood for whatever is going on, I just want to be alone and go to sleep, so if this is about the mission or another long-winded rant about me making you Dagger Spare can it please wait?”

“That right there is why I’m here.”

“What is?”

“Being alone, not sure that’s such a good idea,” he grabbed both of your plates and set them in the sink before fixing you with a look that you couldn’t quite decipher and you felt your patience wearing thin.

“What does that mean?” you sighed. You were currently utilizing all of your energy at putting up a front and you weren’t sure how much you had left, and Hangman was just about the last person you wanted to crack in front of.

“That mission was kind of a lot, and I know Rooster’s not coming home anytime soon, so…”

“So, you just decided to show up out of the blue? The mission was fine, Hangman, same as it always is,” you replied but it wasn’t convincing and you knew that… you just prayed that Hangman would accept it anyways and leave.

“Except, it wasn’t the same, was it? Some pretty big differences in this one over any of our other ones,” he said, popping the pizza boxes in the fridge and you just stared at him bewildered.

“What is going on right now? Why are you suddenly so interested in my well-being after a mission?”

“Is it surprising that I consider you a friend, Siren?” he shot back.

“Actually, yes it is.” He contemplated this for a moment but shrugged it off before walking into your living room and sinking into the couch and you tentatively followed.

“Regardless, I know that any minute now you’re going to lose the thread that’s keeping you together and I just don’t think you should be alone when that happens.” he said and you just furrowed your brows.

“Again, what does that mean?”

He sighed, “Siren, you have clearly been stuck in your head since the moment your jet landed on the carrier.”

“Hangman, I’m fine.” You felt it, the first clench of your chest as you lied through your teeth and you took a deep breath to steady your nerves. You hadn’t been able to shake the sound of that god awful tone ringing in your ears, the panic in Bob’s voice as he called out SAM’s in the air, the way Phoenix tried to keep it together to cover you only to be pinned with no way out. The image of a man, too far away and too distorted through the canopy to actually make out, but a man nonetheless before your shot ripped apart his jet and sent him plummeting to the ground. The sound of the explosion beneath you as you fought gravity after your hail mary. It was all there, at the forefront of your mind replaying so loudly and so clearly that if you closed your eyes you could be certain you were still there in the thick of it. And Hangman saw all of this, the internal struggle to keep it all buried. He heard it in the dismissive responses on the carrier, and he felt it in the faraway look in your eyes.

“You’re not fine,” he said softly and you just shook your head, suddenly feeling the oxygen in the room thin out, each breath beginning to feel more and more like a chore.

“I- I am fine, you don’t need to be here.” you whispered and he moved closer on the couch, carefully watching as your chest began to heave and your eyes fluttered shut. Flashes of SAM’s exploding in the air, white smoke, and that barely-there figure clouding your mind and that small crack gave way under the unbearable weight, allowing room for everything you’d been trying to keep at arm’s length. White hot tears fell down your cheeks but you hadn’t even noticed over the sights and sounds so sharp in your mind, not until you felt your hand being raised and pressed against something warm and firm.

“Open your eyes, Siren.” You heard it but it didn’t quite register, not until you felt another hand on your cheek wiping your tears, “open your eyes.” He repeated and this time you heard it, slowly allowing them to open as you hiccupped and noticed his other hand was pressing yours to his chest. He pulled away from your face, grabbing your free hand to press to your own chest and took a deep breath, nodding for you to do the same. The rise and fall of your chest was rapid and erratic in contrast to his, so measured and calm and you felt like you were fighting your lungs trying to get them to fall into the rhythm he’d set but eventually they relented and you began to feel calmer as the tears continued to stream silently down your face. He let your hands fall but kept one firmly wrapped in his grasp, offering you a physical tether, a reminder that you were here. “Do you want to try telling me what’s going on in your head?” he asked gently.

“I-” you started but shook your head, clearing your throat and trying to regain some composure. “It all happened so fast. We completed the mission and should have been home free, then the bandits came out of nowhere… I don’t- I don’t know what we missed, what we did wrong… we were below the radars level of detection. We let our guards down and then they were on us and we had to fly where we could trigger the SAM’s and it was just chaos I-I mean it was hard to tell up from down at one point,” you felt the emotion begin to build back up and Hangman just sat silently, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb and giving you space to continue. “I was waiting for a command, waiting for someone to tell me what to do and I realized it was my call. Everyone was shouting, calling out their moves, trying to figure out what was going on… it was my responsibility to make sure everyone made it back. I knew what I had to do, hearing Maverick just confirmed it and I… I just went for it, followed the instinct and before I could even register what I’d done I had to get the other one off Phoenix… I had to get them home but I-” you choked on your words, “two people, Hangman, I-” you couldn’t finish around the sob that left your lips and he nodded knowingly before pulling your legs across his lap wrapping you in a hug. His arms held your shaking frame close to his as you sobbed, tears soaking through his shirt as he just rubbed your back and told you that you were okay. You weren’t sure how long you stayed like this, but when your cries quieted and your breathing evened out he pulled back just enough to cradle your head in his palms.

“I need you to hear me when I say this, Siren. What you did was brave, and you did exactly what you had to do. It was them or you, or Rooster, or Phoenix and Bob, or Payback and Fanboy. It was them or your team, and you did what any leader would have done. If you hadn’t someone wouldn’t have come home, and it was your skill and quick decisions that ensured everyone did. It’s because of you Rooster is with that hot neighbor right now, because of you Bob is on the phone with his Ma, Payback is with his kids, Phoenix is with her girlfriend, Fanboy is… I don’t know what Fanboy’s doing but the point is you pulled through, you protected your team.”

“But, those people, I… I mean, fuck they’re just doing the same thing we were, right? For their own country? What about… their kids, their family-” another wave of tears pulled you under and he shook his head, forcing you to keep eye contact.

“They were doing the same thing we were. They knew what they were doing, knew the risks, same as we do. You did what you had to do to survive. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then why does it feel like this?” you asked and Jake just smiled softly.

“Well sweetheart, if it didn’t feel wrong then we’d have a whole different set of issues right now,” he said and it managed to coax a laugh from you. Small and fleeting, but it was there. “It’s not supposed to be easy, and no one tells you about this part, mainly because so few people in our position have actually experienced it. They only focus on the victory and the glory, breeze right on over this part… and this part is shitty, I’m not here to tell you it’s anything but. I just need you to know you did what you had to.”

“But you have… experienced it,” you stated and he nodded.

“Ever notice how I’m never the one to bring it up? It’s a lot easier to boast and move past it than to get into the nitty gritty of just how much it sucks. And believe me, it does.”

“How did you- how do you move on from this?” you asked softly and he dropped his hands to rest on your thighs.

“You just do, you keep telling yourself you did what you had to and eventually it gets a little easier. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it though, this will always be with you, it just gets a little easier to bear with time. And you have me, everyone’s going to want you to try and talk to them about it eventually and you should talk about it, but if you ever need someone that gets it… I’m here.”

You nodded, “thank you.”

“Everyone always talks about what an accomplishment it is to have a confirmed air-to-air kill, they never talk about the burden that comes along with it. What people don’t know is that it looks good on the resume but it’s not a club you want to join, and I’m so sorry you did.” He squeezed your leg reassuringly, “but you’re strong, and you’re good… like, better than me, though I’ll deny it if you ever repeat it, you’re going to get through this, I know you are.”

You smiled softly, “I’m telling Phoenix you said that.” He squeezed your leg a little harder, intentionally hitting a pressure point causing you to squeal and giggle.

“I can’t believe you would do that, after all of that,” he said and his shocked expression only spurred your giggles further.

“I would never, I’ll take that high praise to the grave,” you promised, crossing your heart.

“What is going on here?” Rooster asked tentatively from the doorway, taking in your position half draped over Hangman and you just narrowed your eyes at him, grabbing Hangman’s wrist to check his watch.

“An hour and a half to get some packages from next door and yet… I see no packages, do you, Hangman?” you asked, looking at him puzzled and he just smirked.

“I reckon there was a different package delivery that took place, wouldn’t you agree?”

“It seems so, Rooster, what do you have to say to that?” He just looked between the two of you, halfway between caught and confused before shaking his head.

“Whatever is going on here I don’t like it, and you better have saved me some breadsticks.” he muttered, walking into the kitchen.

Hangman turned his attention back to you, his gaze softening, “you should get some rest, I know you didn’t sleep at all last night on the carrier.”

You nodded, “I know I just… every time I close my eyes-” you started but shook your head, not wanting to get worked up again.

“I can stay, if you want me to,” he offered and your eyes widened though he mistook it for offense, “not that I- I mean-”

“Would you?” you cut him off and he nodded, and when you disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for bed you couldn’t help but chuckle as you heard him talking with Rooster in the kitchen.

“Spending the night?” You heard Rooster ask suspiciously, “should I make up the couch?”

“No, uh- gonna be in Siren’s room.” he replied.

“Seems a little… precarious, don’t you think? What are your intentions here?”

“Listen you big dumb flightless bird, I’ve been where she’s at. Things are going to get really intense before they get better and I just… I don’t know, I don’t want her going through that alone. My intentions are to just be there for her.” You smiled to yourself, heart warming at the notion of Hangman, someone you’d once believed to be a bit of a pompous ass, being so selfless and helpful.

When he entered your room you’d already climbed into bed, limbs aching and heavy and he noticed the change of clothes you’d set on the end of your bed. “I don’t know what you like to sleep in, I stole those from Rooster so you have options.” He smiled softly before leaving, quickly returning in a tee shirt and gym shorts before sliding in next to you and you almost sighed in relief at the prospect of finally getting some sleep.

“Get some rest, honey. I’m here and you’re safe,” he said as you laid your head down, “just close your eyes.” And when you did the images were there, the sounds and smells but so was Hangman… just as he’d promised he was there to anchor you to the Earth and keep the nightmares at bay the best he could and in that moment you knew. Things weren’t going to be easy again, not for a long time, but he would be there every step of the way and that alone made it just a little easier to bear.

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moshpitgamma · 10 days

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This was probably asked a lot but can we get a part 2 for Family Reunion?

YESSS FINALLY SOMEBODY HAS REQUESTED IT AGAIN🥹💗💗 I know this was requested to be up again HEAVILY so I now announce

Family Reunion Pt. 2

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Language, Angst to Fluff

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Ps. It’s 50/50 proofread😔🤘🏾💗

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3 years earlier...

“I don't care no more JD. I will really walk out of this resort and leave again if that’s what you want .” I said, grabbing my helmet from the nicely made table.”

“So much for a Family Reunion.....Hope we meet again, but on better conditions.”

That all happened 3 years ago and you haven’t spoken to your brothers ever since. You felt bad for walking out again, but you knew JD was tired of seeing you and basically still called you a mistake. They looked so happy together and they all looked so confused to see me. I knew my h/c hair looked a little pale and had started to age on me, but was I really that dierent?

All those questions were swirling in my head like a blizzard. I was trying not to let it get to my head, but it stopped when I heard a little cute and tiny voice.

“Mommy are you ok?” my daughter asked me.

“Yea im ok sweetie just a little shaken up that's all.”

I didn’t want my little rose to worry so I only told her I was just lost in thought. I knew she didn’t fully believe me because she came up to me and rubbed my cheeks.

“Don’t cry mama it’s gone be ok” she said as she smiled and rubbed her small s/c hand onto my face. My little Rosie is courageous just like her papa/mama (you can pick their gender and what type of troll they are) but unfortunately they died while Rosie was still an egg. So now I'm a single mom with an amazing kid. I would've told Rosie that she has uncles, aunts, and cousins, but I just don’t know how she will react.

“Maybe i'll tell her once she’s from school” I thought to myself

“Ok Rose go on and get ready so you can get on the bus for school hun.” I said in my sweet voice while I headed downstairs to start on our breakfast.

“Ok mama!” Rosie screamed as she made her way to her room in our two story pod.

It has been 15 minutes and now me and Rosie are currently eating our pancakes/waes, bacon, and assorted fruits, until we hear a knock.

“I'll get it mama!” Rosie said as she took o from the table. All I did was mumble an ok as I started to finish up my food and get on washing our dishes. I knew Rosie was on her way back when I heard her little quick-paced pitters of her little feet running back to the dining room. “Mama It’s a letter in gold” Rosie said astonished at the elegant and gold adorned letter. “Let me see, Rose” I say as I puzzledly grabbed the letter and started to open it. “It’s a letter from the Queen of Pop?!” I say in a confused but excited tone. “What would she want with me? I haven’t even spoken or seen her before” I say more confused as I try to put two and two together. “It says to come to her palace pod tomorrow with a suitcase with at least 4 days worth of clothes.” “Mama, are we gonna go?” Rosie asked me as she jumped up and down excited to see a queen in person.” I don’t know hun, but we need to hurry up if you’re trying to go to school” I say in a hurried tone as I tried to rush her outside to get on the bus. Right when we stepped outside the bus pulled up. “Bye babyyyy!” I yelled at her while she got on the bus “Bye mamaaaa!” Rosie yells back before she gets on and takes a seat.

“Now that she’s on the bus let’s go get sum errands done” I thought aloud.

(TIME SKIP)

“I finally have the pod clean and some groceries in the fridge so now time for a little relaxation.” While I was planning on fixing a little movie day for myself I suddenly saw the flash of gold in the corner of my eye. “Oh yea the letter” I thought. I gathered my snacks, started the movie and picked up the letter to inspect it further. “Why does the Queen want me?” “I hope I haven’t broken any royal law or something that I didn’t know about.”

Before I could continue my thinking session, I look over to the time and see that it’s around the time Rosie should be getting home. “Guess I might as well head outside” I say aloud to myself. As I opened the door I saw my little girl running towards me with a big smile and excited to see me again. “How was school hun, Are you hungry?” I asked her as i'm ready to prepare her some fresh blueberries and strawberries as a treat. “Yes momma I am and school was sooo fun.” She told me as she grabbed her bowl full of fruit and went to sit on the couch.

“Momma have you decided yet?” Rosie asked me as she suddenly appeared beside me to put her bowl in the sink. “How- Huh- When- Anyways what are you talking about baby?” I asked slightly surprised at how fast she finished her fruit AND how fast she showed up beside me.

“I’m talking about the letter momma.” Rosie said as she tilted her head. “Are we going to see the pretty Queen tomorrow?” I didn’t want to ruin her spirit, so I said yea and watched as she dragged me to her room to pack.

TIME SKIP TO THE MORNING (Sorry yall)

“Wake up hun we have to get ready to go over to the palace.” I shook Rosie so she could get ready. “Ok mama” Rosie said as she got ready.

After we got ready we started to head towards the palace

“Do you think she will let me wear one of her crowns, mama?” Rosie asked me as she daydreamed of the once-in-a-lifetime request. “I don’t know, baby, but are you excited?” I said as I let my little excitement show. “OF COURSE I AM!!” She screamed as she ran further ahead to the Queen’s pod. All I did was chuckle and hurried to catch up to her.

Once we finally made it to the palace, we were greeted by some guard trolls. “Ahhh Miss Y/N, The Queen is waiting for you inside. Would you like me to escort you?” The slight green guard asked me. They seemed to be a little taken back to seeing a child with me, but they decided to ignore it. “Of course, I would love that.” I said as I let them lead me into the huge pod.

Knock Knock Knock

“Your Majesty, Ms. Y/N is here, just as you requested.”

The guard said as she led us into a bright room where the Queen and some of her guards sat. “OMG it is sooo nice to finally meet you. Well oofficially meet if you really think about it.” The Queen said as she ran up to me.

“Awwww and I see you’ve brought a little guest with you too.” The queen said as she smiled giddily like a kid. “Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to meet you too and this is my daughter, Rosie.” I said as I watched as Rosie grow excited and nervous little by little. “Oh I didn’t know Branch had a niece and please just call me Poppy.” “Wait- You know my brother?” I asked Poppy as she looked at me in disbelief. “Um- yea Branch is my boyfriend”

“Wait- so how do you know ME? And why did you send me a letter to bring extra clothes?” I was confused and perplexed as to why THE Pop Queen wants me and how she knows that I was related to Branch. Branch didn’t even know about me and yet she still found me. “Mama who’s Branch?” Rosie asked me as she heard me ask Poppy how she knew my brother. “Honey I’ll tell you later, but right now me and Queen Poppy have to have a very serious conversation” “Ok mama” She said as she went to mess with one of the female guards.

“Look, I hope I'm not coming of disrespectful or anything, but please tell me why you need me.” I looked at Poppy desperately for an answer. “Branch wanted to see you and wanted to finally meet you and he wanted you to be in his life again.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and only nodded and swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. My little brother wanted to finally meet me. “I know it was weird to get a letter from the palace, but I really wanted to surprise Branch with his Older sister that he has never met before, except for that time you came to Bruce’s diner and surprised us all.” She rambled on and on, but you stopped her before she could continue. “Poppy- it’s ok and I'm glad Branch wants to see me.” I said as I watched a small smile formed on her face. “Looks like we’re right on time” Poppy says as she hears a few knocks from the gigantic doors.

She looked towards the enterance me and Rosie came through. Right then I couldn’t do anything, but stare at him.

He was a tall dull blue troll with blackish/dark bluish hair. “Branch?” I said as I felt the tears fall o my face. He looked just as shocked as I was. “Y/N...”

Before he could finish I ran and gave him the biggest hug in the world. I felt my shoulder getting damper by the second from his own tears, but I didn’t mind at all. “Oh spirits! It’s so nice to finally and properly see my baby brother besides having to stare at a blue decorated egg.” I said pulling away from him and moving his face around like he was a tiny little kid. (Kinda like what Clay did in the movie) “WHAT!” A loud scream was heard in the corner. Coming up to Branch was your daughter with a hung open mouth. “MOMMY HAS A BROTHER?!” Rosie screamed as she looked between you and her uncle. “Yes hunny I do” I laughed at my daughter's confusion. “Wait, you have a daughter?” Branch asked me as if he couldn't believe that he was an uncle to other kids besides Bruce’s. “Yes I do and Her name is Rosie.” I said as I looked at Branch’s face from my daughter’s name being named after our late grandma. “That was nice of you” He said to me before excusing himself to go talk to Poppy.

“GUESS WHO’S BACK” a loud deep yell was heard. “Ahh Fuck” I said out loud without realising.

Once I said that you could’ve heard a penny hitting the floor.

“Um surprise” Poppy said as she looked between me and JD and the tension in the air. “Um Rosie how about you go with Aunt Poppy and Uncle Branch while me and you Uncle JD talk.” She was stunned AGAIN for me dropping ANOTHER secret uncle onto her. Before she could go and bombard us with questions she was pulled out of the room with Branch and Poppy. I didn’t notice my other brothers being in the room with us too until I saw them backing out of the room also.

“Why are you here?” JD asked me, crossing his scarred arms and raising one eyebrow. “I was invited by Poppy. She helped me and Branch properly meet each other.” I waited for him to say some dumb crap about me, but it never came. I was ready to walk out of the room, but slight hiccups and snies were heard from the older man that was across from me. “What the-” “I'm so sorry Y/N. I never meant for you to leave. I was to caught up with trying to hit the family harmony and I totally fucked it up.”

HE was apologizing....

After so long..

I didn’t know how to feel and I only stared at him with a mix of shock and disbelief. “It’s hard being the oldest and ever since mom and dad left, It’s just been me. I shouldn’t have lashed out on you. You were never the problem, but when you left the pod when we were younger, it had done something to me and had made me live with regret ever since.” He meant every word, as his eyes started to become bloodshot from the constant streams of salty streaks running down his eyes.

“I get if you don’t want to speak to me ever again bu-”

It went silent…..

Jd was being embraced. You felt like everything was complete. He finally apologized and wanted to make things better. “I forgive you.” You said with tears in your eyes. “Thank you” was all he could muster up as he held onto you like his life depended on it. Everything was great until the door was busted wide open by one particular person. “BROZONE ARE MY UNCLES! AND MY AUNT IS THE FREAKING QUEEN!” Rosie said as she ran to me as if I said no more candy forever. Clay and the rest of them walked into the room ready to ask questions and hang out and I couldn’t wait to tell them everything “Guess the Family Reunion did happen again” I said as I looked at JD. “And on better conditions like you said”.

I HOPE YALL ENJOYED AND IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING YALL WAIT WEEKS FOR THIS STORY😔I NEED TO DO BETTER BUT I HOPE YALL ARE SATISFIED

#trolls #trolls band together #brozone #brozone x reader #trolls 3 #trolls branch #trolls viva #trolls x reader #branch trolls #trolls clay #jd trolls #poppy trolls

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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The Third Widow || Reunited

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Angst | Mentions of Red Room & Flashbacks | 4.4K |

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person.

Translations: сестра (sister), плющ (ivy), маленький (little).

The Third Widow Masterlist

~ “Yelena! Let me go!! Yelena!! Help!!”

“Y/n, it’s okay!! I’ll be with you again soon!”

“I don’t want to go Lena!! Please!” ~

“Yelena, are you okay?” Natasha clicked her fingers in front of her dragging her back to the news that Melina had just delivered. “I’m fine” Yelena mumbled. Flashbacks of her younger sister replayed in her mind, “are you sure?” Melina tilted her head slightly in Yelena’s direction. “Where is she?” the question was quickly asked, coated with concern, “can I see her? I need to see her”

“She’s with Alexei right now. She’s not in a good state, but when she is, of course, you can see her” Melina explained. Natasha sat across from her with a supporting hand on Yelena’s back. “No, I need to see her. I haven’t seen her since she was four” Yelena shrugged Nat’s hand from her back.

“I know honey but she’s” Melina paused as she tried to paste the words together in the nicest way she could. “Melina, she’s my little sister!”

“Yelena, she’s not okay right now. Alexei and I need to monitor her for a couple of days at the most. You have to understand, she was trained differently from Natasha and yourself. She just needs a couple of days to adjust then, I promise, you can see her” Melina explained in a soft and comforting voice. The look on Yelena’s face told her dysfunctional family that she didn’t like the idea of having to spend a few more days away from her sister. She shook her head in frustration before excusing herself from the family’s dining table.

“How bad is she?” Natasha looked to Melina once she was confident that Yelena had gone to her room. “Dreykov isn’t going to take it lightly that she’s gone. I read her file” she chewed her bottom lip, “he was doing new tests on her, ones I’d never heard of” she went on to explain. “And the training?” Natasha frowned lightly, “Alexei and I are still trying to work out how extensive her training was. So far, we know she was trained harder, harsher, more intensive than what you and Yelena went through. I’m worried that he had a lot of hope in her”.

Alexei placed a plate of food in front of you, the vegetables had a stream of steam waving from them, the pasta sauce thickened the longer it sat untouched as the pasta soaked up its goodness. “I wasn’t sure what you liked” Alexei’s deep voice made your eyes travel from the plate of hot food to his eyes as he sat in the seat across from you. You wondered where the woman had gotten too, since being picked up by the couple they’d been inseparable as they cared for you day in and day out. Even though you’d been mute since meeting them, they held no threat to you.

“Wh-where’s Melina?” you finally spoke for the first time in serval weeks. Alexei looked slightly surprised, “she’s at home with the girls” he replied. The girls? You never heard him, nor Melina talk about anybody. “You have kids?” you asked him, wanting to know more. “Yes, adoptive but I love them as if they were really my mine” he spoke in a promising tone. You saw his eyes light up as he mentioned his love for the mystery girls he loved deeply.

“I had a sister” your voice broke but your eyes stayed connected to his as he lent forward, “do you remember her?” he asked. You nodded sadly, your memories of the older girl you once called sissy was faint, fading away as you got older, “they took her away from me”.

Alexei knew Melina would have more of an understanding of what you were saying given her past working relationship with Dreykov and being a widow herself. “They told me I didn’t need her anymore, but I did” you slowly picked up the polished silver fork, stabbing it into a piece of sliced carrot, “I did” a tear rolled down your right cheek before the carrot found your mouth.

The sound of the small apartment’s door unlocked; a strong wave of Melina’s perfume entered the room before she did. “Ah, there she is” Alexei smiled as he made eye contact with the dark hair woman. “Did I miss something?” Melina joked as you took another small piece of food from the white plate, Alexei shook his head “I’ll tell you later” he whispered as she took the seat next to him.

“How are you feeling?” Melina softly smiled at you.

“T-Tired” you mumbled before stabbing your fork into another vegetable. Melina instantly turned to look at Alexei who only nodded letting her know that what she heard was words coming from your mouth. “I can imagine” Melina replied, “you haven’t slept in a couple of days. Do you feel any different from yesterday?” she asked.

“I feel like I’ve missed a lot…the memories I had don’t seem real to me anymore…” you admitted. “That’s because Dreykov biochemical enhanced, chemically subjugated and implanted fake memories into your mind” Melina explained with a frowned of concern, “you received a special treatment that allows you, for decades, to remain young, healthy and resilient at superhuman levels” she added.

The information didn’t exactly surprise you but made you question why. Why would somebody do this to you?

“But it’s okay now, you’re safe. Alexei and I will look after you, we promise” Melina spoke when she saw worry take over your face. You only nodded in reply before sitting in silence as you finished your dinner. “Could I go to bed? Please?” you asked once both your knife and York rested on the empty plate. “Of course, you can, you don’t have to ask. If you’re tired and need a rest, you can just go to your bed” Melina smiled.

For the first time in many years, you had freedom, something you’d have to get used too. You weren’t control anymore but still you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be doing or who you truly were.

“Thank you” you rose from your seat, “goodnight” you spoke before walking down the hall to the room that quickly gave you a sense of comfort. It was a lot different from your room at Red Room, it was bigger and more like an actual bedroom rather than a prison cell with dark colours.

“Hey, are you okay? I know you didn’t take Melina’s news too well” Natasha stood in the door frame of Yelena’s room. Yelena was five years younger than Natasha and two years older than her long lost sister. At the age of three she and Natasha were adopted by Alexei and Melina for an undercover mission for Dreykov, 3 years later when the mission was completed the girls were sent back to Red Room where they continued their intensive training until Dreykov’s control but Melina and Alexei struggled to adjust without the girls they grew to love as their own and made it their own mission to retrieve them, protect them and love them like they had all along.

Now Yelena is 17 and Natasha is 22. They have been free from the darkness of the Red Room and Dreykov’s control for the past 3 and a half years. Yelena struggled more than Natasha to adjust to her new lifestyle but thankful she was finally home with the only family she knew of.

During Yelena’s recovery, the fake memories that Dreykov had implanted into her young mind soon faded away and she was able to remember the short life she had before being taken into Red Room. Memories of her younger sister clouded her mind daily, she wondered where you were taken too, how you were, what you looked like, if you remembered her, if you still giggled when you ran too fast, she wondered if she’d recognise you if she saw you.

“They’ve had her for months and didn’t say anything” Yelena looked at Natasha, “I’m mad” she adds.

“I understand” Natasha stepped a foot into the blonde’s bedroom. “You don’t understand Natasha. You don’t know what it feels like to lose somebody so close to you. She’s my baby sister, I should’ve protected her” Yelena slightly raises her voice causing Natasha to sigh with hurt. “But I do understand…I lost you” she says hurtfully, “they took you from my arms, you begged me not to let you go”

For a moment Yelena forgot about that night when Natasha held her tightly in her arms as Dreykov’s men walked around with their heavily armed guns ripping other young girls from each other. “I’m sorry” Yelena spoke softly as Natasha sat beside her on the bed, “I want to know she’s okay” she adds with teary eyes.

“She’s being looked after by Melina and Alexei, she’s in good hands. You know Melina will do whatever she needs to do, Alexei as well” Natasha comforts the blonde with a gently pat on the knee.

Meanwhile, Alexei had explained to Melina that you mentioned your sister, the memory of her blonde hair, green eyes and button nose faded more and more, day by day. “Did she say Yelena’s name?” Melina asked while washing up the dishes Alexei had created. “Nope” he replied as he dried each dish from the drying rack. “Yelena’s not happy we kept this from her” Melina flicked her wet hands of access water before using a towel to dry them, “I can’t imagine she’d be anything else” Alexei replied.

-The Following Day-

“Do we tell her?” Melina spoke softly as she looked to her right where Alexei stood downing a mug of coffee. “About Yelena? Not yet” he replied. Both watched you from the kitchen as you picked at the healthy breakfast Melina made. The morning was fresh but not cold, you sat by yourself flicking a small piece of cut up apple around in your bowl. You could hear the faint whispers coming from the two adults and the feeling of their eyes watching your every movement, something you were used to and unfazed by.

“How about we go for a walk today? Would you like that?” Melina asked you with a soft smile, you didn’t reply as your eyes fell back to the bowl of uneaten fruit and yogurt in front of you. “Or, if you had something else in mind, we could do that” Melina suggests, trying to get your attention but again, no reply. Melina just assumed you had another bad night, since escaping Red Room and being in the care of Melina & Alexei you’ve had to adjust to normal life like things.

Understanding that what happened to you wasn’t right, that you’re more than just a weapon of darkness, that you were now free to do as you pleased, within reason of course. The nightmares were the hardest for Melina to watch, seeing you have such an out of body experience made her guilty of the work she once did for Dreykov and swore that she’d never do such a thing to anybody ever again. Alexei would have to hold you down given his strength was enough to keep you from lashing out and ripping the apartment to pieces as your mind detoxed from Dreykov’s injections. Then suddenly, you stopped sleep for days at a time. You’d lye on the double bed staring at the wall with no expression or movement. Almost like you were frozen in time.

“Alexei mentioned you told him about your sister” you watched as Melina slowly sat down in the seat across from you, she smiled softly once more hoping for a peep out of you, but it was clear now that today was one of them days. A day where nothing fazed you, a day where you looked through everything around you, words went through one ear and out the other, objects around you seemed almost invisible. Alexei wouldn’t admit it to Melina, but these were the days that worried him the most, seeing you so distant, lost within your own body, a scream for help that was so loud but yet so silent.

Melina looked back over to Alexei who was watching the two of you from the kitchen, she gave him a worried look before he head guested to talk to her more privately in the living room of the small apartment.

“Maybe we do tell her” Alexei spoke, “it might help” he adds. “Are you sure? With the state she’s currently in?” Melina ponders. “She’s going to have to find out sooner or later” he points out.

Melina played with the idea in her mind, a few moments ago she was all for telling you but given it was one of your bad days, she worried it might push you further backwards.

“The first time she spoke was about Yelena, I think she’s trying to remember her” Alexei’s comment brought Melina’s thoughts to an end. “We’ll tell her” She nodded more so to herself.

Alexei and Melina were able to find an affordable and comfortable apartment to rent while they help you, leaving their main home for when you were truly ready. They took turns in being with you and switching back to make sure Yelena and Natasha weren’t pushed aside.

“I’ll tell her, maybe you should go home and check in on Yelena” Melina suggested earning a nod from Alexei. It was no secret that deep down Yelena was a daddy’s girl. Alexei held on to the thought of his girls while they were in Red Room, he hated himself more and more daily that he allowed them to take the girls from him.

At first, it was just a mission that he and Melina were assigned too, play a marriage couple with two children wasn’t as hard as he thought. The hardest part was when he grew to realise, he found a real love in the two girls and the woman who played wife. Yelena was always so excited to see Alexei walk through the door at dinner time after work, always calling out “Daddy’s home!” before rushing to hug him tightly. Natasha on the other hand, she never truly let herself get used to the feeling of a family, even if it wasn’t exactly what she’d dreamt of. She’d been through Red Room before being assigned to the mission, being with two adults she called Mom and Dad felt more like a holiday in paradise compared to the strict rules of the Red Room. But Natasha never truly let herself get comfortable, she knew there would be a time the mission would come to an end, and she’d have to return to Dreykov’s workshop.

Yelena was too young to understand the new life she lived, at the age of three Dreykov took her and her little sister in, her sister being just shy off her first birthday. She never let that image of her baby sister leave her young mind. Dreykov eventually reunited the two of you when you were four to help Yelena adjust to being back in Red Room after the mission and like Natasha, Yelena quickly became protective of her little sister. Yelena told you all the fun stories she had while with Alexei and Melina and would refer to them as Mommy and Daddy but for you, the only motherly figure you knew was the caregivers that Dreykov had assigned to care for the infants until they were old enough to start their programs.

~ “Do you think Uncle Dreykov will let you stay with me?” your green eyes looked at Yelena.

“I don’t think so” she replied with a shrug. ~

The way you called such an evil man ‘uncle’ hunted Yelena as she got older and understood what was happening in Red Room wasn’t right. Yelena saw you once more after that, it was on a day where Dreykov set up Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter all in one day. She’d been through this a few times with Natasha but to have that with you, just once almost broke her heart.

“Y/n, there’s something we need to talk about” Melina returned to the dining chair across from you. Your eyes looked up at her with no emotion, but you gave her a soft nod to allow her to go ahead.

“Do you remember the name of your sister?” she asked studying your body language as you shook your head. “I called her сестра” you replied to Melina’s surprise. “Would you like to see her again?”

Your eyes widened slightly at the question. Spending a moment to yourself to read Melina’s intentions, was this a sick joke? You wondered but you quickly remembered how highly your sister spoke of Melina and Alexei. You nodded, “I do. Do you know where she is? She spoke of you and Mr. Alexei once” the softest smile tugged on your lips at the memory. Melina lightly chucked at your choice of words for Alexei, “I do know where she is” she confirmed. “She’s at home with Natasha” she adds, “Do you know Natasha?”

You took a moment to think but being so young at the time you couldn’t remember everything that Yelena told you but the name ‘Natasha’ sound familiar. You shrugged, “I’m not sure” you spoke, “Unc…he spoke of a widow name Natasha, that we would be better and stronger than her. Is that Natasha?” you added. Melina nodded, “that’s my Natasha” she smiled softly.

“Why is сестра with her? She is no good, yes?” your brows slightly frowned.

“No sweetheart, Natasha is good. What Dreykov told you about Natasha is lies. I promise you, Natasha is not evil”

A sense of warmth rushed through your body when Melina called you sweetheart, nobody has ever called you that before, it confused you. “Sweetheart? That is not my name” you questioned causing another light chuckled from Melina, “no it’s not but somethings when somebody loves you, they call you sweet names. honey, sweetheart, bug, darling” she explained.

The worded love seemed foreign, what was it to be loved? What did it feel like? These questions you wanted answers too.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” Melina brought your traveling mind back to her.

“I have never had love” you spoke with a broken voice. Melina knew this, the confused crushed her heart once more. “I know but you have love now. I promise, if you let us, Alexei, Natasha, Yelena, and I will shower you with love and safety. You are safe now, Dreykov has no hold over you anymore” she reached over the table for your hand, gently taking a hold of it. She quickly saw how uncomfortable you got at her promise, as expected she thought.

“When can I see сестра?” you asked, moving your hand out from under hers.

“Whenever you feel up to it” Melina replied.

“T-today? Please?” you begged, “I miss her” you add.

“Okay” Melina smiled softly once again, “I’ll go and give Alexei a call”

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“I just want to see her! You and Melina have kept her from me for months!” Yelena argued as Alexei’s phone started to ring. “Melina is telling her about you today” Alexei let the call go to voice mail only to have it call again, “just answer it!” Yelena snapped. “It’s Melina” he looked from his phone to the blonde.

“Is everything okay?” he asked with the phone to his ear. Yelena rolled her eyes and stormed out of her room in frustration. “She’s mad” Alexei spoke as he watched Yelena leave the room.

“I’m going to see her myself!” Yelena called from the front door.

“Wait!” Natasha raced down the stairs, “you can’t just barge in there, Yelena” she places her palm flat on the door before Yelena could turn the handle. “Why not?!” she argued.

“It’s okay Tasha” Alexei stood on the staircase watching the two, “she wants to see you” he looked to Yelena.

You sat by the window that looked onto the street as you impatiently waited for the black four door car to pull up. Melina watched your excitement from the living room with a soft smile. She swore to herself she’d spent the rest of her life doing good, making up for the bad Dreykov made her do. She was so unaware that all the things she was ordered to do were harming such young people.

“Y/n, come sit on the sofa, they’ll be here soon” Melina suggested only to get a shake of your head. For the first time since she found you, you were acting like a normal child. At 15 years old, you’ve been through more than anybody could imagine which only led Melina to wonder about the long road ahead. Dreykov wasn’t dead, the worry of him hunting you downplayed on her mind day in and day out.

“They are here!” you turned to Melina with an excited smile, the first smile she’s ever gotten from you. “сестра” you whispered to yourself as you saw the familiar blonde step out of the back passenger seat, followed by a tall red head and Alexei. Once again, you turned and looked at Melina, “come on, come see her” she smiled to you. You jumped from up onto your feet and waited by the sofa as the sound of keys ruffled in the door. Your palms felt sweaty, your heart racing as the door slowly opened.

Alexei allowed Yelena and Natasha to step foot into the apartment before himself, Yelena first made eye contact with Melina as she walked into the living room. The soft smile still on Melina’s lips as she gave Yelena a confirming nod.

“сестра” you spoke softly again. Yelena’s eyes looked at you, a breath of air came from her lips, “плющ” she whispered, taking a step closer to you. The nickname made your eyes tear up. “Oh плющ” she spoke before pulling you in for a tight hug. “I missed you” she whispered. You quickly wrapped your arms tightly around her before breaking down into tears. “Shh, I’m here. You’re here. We’re here together” Yelena whispered over and over to calm you as she squeezed you tighter.

It had been many years since you were able to hug your older sister, being in her arms you felt protected once again. “I thought” you sobbed, “I thought you forgot about me” you stumbled on your words as you pulled away to look into her eyes. Yelena’s own eyes wet with tears, “Never” she pulled you back into her embrace, “I thought about you every day

маленький плющ” her hand stroked your back.

She called you ivy because of how green your eyes were, similar to hers but slightly darker.

Alexei, Melina, and Natasha stood back to watch the reunion, hoping this would help bring you out of your closed off shell more. You spent what felt like hours just in the arms of your older sister as she strokes your back in comfort. “Are you okay?” she asked when finally releasing you from her embrace, you nodded. “Mrs Melina and Mr Alexei have been very kind to me” you replied to causing Yelena and the others to lightly chuckle.

“Honey, you can just call us Alexei and Melina” Melina spoke. There it was again, a name that wasn’t yours.

“Is that Natasha?” you whispered to Yelena, she nodded. “That is Natasha” she confirmed. You remembered all the evil things Dreykov had said about the woman known as ‘Black Widow’, but she didn’t look as bad as he made out. She stood tall and watched over Yelena with the same protective look Yelena had given the guards the last time you saw her. Yelena watched as you looked over at Natasha, “you can say hi” she spoke, you quickly shook your head. Natasha sent you a light smile to show you she wasn’t a threat, “I know how this must feel for you” she spoke as your eyes dropped to the floor. “I know the things he told you” She adds, taking a step towards you. Melina shook her head at Natasha, “it’s okay” she mouthed to the older woman.

“He told you I was the enemy, didn’t he?” she asked as your eyes ran up her body and nodded. “He told you what I’d done?” she took another step forward. “I heard things” you replied, “that you – “

“I know” she cut you off, not wanting to hear her past doings. “I know he told you the stories and I know words mean nothing to people like us, but I promise, I am none of those things” she adds looking into your deep green eyes. “It’s okay, Natasha isn’t going to hurt you” Yelena whispered as you stared deeply into Natasha’s eyes like you were trained too, never take your eyes off the target. Natasha started back, sending you unspoken mental messages. You took notice of the arrow necklace that sat on her chest as it shined in the rooms lighting, the way her hair was slightly messy but still styled, her lips had a slight pout to them, and she had a scar on her left eyebrow.

“I think that might be enough for today” Melina speaks up worried about the way you stared at Natasha. “What? No, I just got here” Yelena frowned, your eyes still glued on Natasha for a second longer. “You promise?” you spoke, Natasha nodded “I promise” she repeated. With that your eyes travelled to Melina, “please don’t make her leave”

“I’m not leaving you again” Yelena spoke before Melina could, “right, Melina?” her eyes now also on Melina but her eyes were locked on you. “Are you sure? Are you ready for this?” she asked.

For serval months you’d been living in this small apartment with the two adults coming and going. It was Melina’s idea to keep you here while your mind and body detached itself from Red Room. Melina taking notes of the way you did things and how you reacted to the different lifestyle. She was certain there was more to you and the test done on you but without your file from Red Room it was a guessing game, a missing piece to the puzzle.

“Please, I want to be with my сестра” your eyes begged for Melina to trust your state of mind. “Okay, we’ll take you home” she spoke after minutes of silence, a sigh of relief came from Yelena’s lips. “You’re coming home, плющ” she couldn’t help but smile.

Home. Another foreign word to you, the only place you called home was Red Room, but you soon learnt that Red Room was no home but more a prison. “Home” you said more so to yourself.

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nightscat · 1 year

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hii

can you write an imagine about dad Richarlison? maybe he has a newborn? or you can write an imagine about baby fever?

richarlison x female reader

summary: you visit richarlisons family for the holidays, that’s when you noticed how your husband is with kids and it touches something within you.

writers note: i was literally waiting for someone to send me this request, cuz have you seen richarlison with kids??

You and richarlison have been married for about two years, you both were very happy and comfortable in your marriage, but you always felt like something was missing.

You both had very busy lives but always had time for eachother, yes you get sad when richarlison had to leave for a couple of days because of his career,but no matter what you always supported him in his creer because you knew how much it matters to him.

So today you and your husband were visiting his family because of the holidays so he had the day off.

You were a little nervous, this is not your first time visiting but this time they’ll be a lot more family members and friends of his, he always told you about them so you know most of them, but you just couldn’t help it.

On the ride there rich noticed that you were nervous, thats when you felt his hand on your thigh, “don’t be nervous anjo, i’m sure you’ll get along with them” he said with the most genuine smile, you felt a little better after that.

When you arrived, rich interlocked your hand with his as you walked up to the front door. After intrudocing yourself, you strart to get more comfortable

As you were sitting at the table rich’s mom asked you the most unexpected question ”so have you been thinking of having a child? ” she said with a smile on her face, you on the other hand you almost choked on your drink.

You looked at her then nourvessly giggled “no i umm..we don’t quite talk about the subject since both of us have pretty busy schedules” you didn’t practicaly lie yes you both have busy lives but you always had having children on your mind.

You didn’t bring it up with rich to not make him uncomfotable, because what if he thinks it’s too early, or worse what if he doesn’t even want children with you.

You got pulled from your own mind by richalison’s voice ”meu amor are you okay? you seem to be distracted ” you looked up at him and smiled “it’s nothing baby i’m just a bit tired” you said “do you not feel well? do you want to leave?” he asked in a concerned tone, “no,not at all” you smiled again. that when you heard the voice of a little girl “uncle rich, we still haven’t finished the game ” it was a liite cute girl, it must be his goddaughter, you thought, richarlison always talked about her and now you knew why.

She then looked up at you “is this the girl you always talk about, uncle?”. always talk about? you looked at richarlison with a heat feeling rising to your cheeks, “yes, this is her” he said without hesetation, “well can she also play with us? ”she asked in the most inocent way, you replied “yes of course sweetie” you didn’t know why but you were smiling from ear to ear.

While you were all playing you caught rich acting so fatherly towards her like feeding her, playing with her , helping her while she was drawing and much more.

That’s when you felt something weird in you stomach, you didn’t know what it was but then you caught up to it. you liked seing richarlison with kids , you liked how gentle he was with them. this was by far the worst case of baby fever you ever had.

After you both said your goodbyes and got home you couldn’t ignore the feeling much more. when you were getting ready for bed you sat on rich’s lap and faced him directly.

“whats wrong meu amor?“he asked concerned, “nothing, it’s just... you know how you were playing with your goddaughter?“ you anwsered “yes why? you’re scaring me anjo“ “no, no it’s just i umm...it made me want to have a baby with you “ you said embarassed, he looked at you confused “ a baby ?“ you looked at him and sighed,”before dinner today, your mom came up to me and asked me if we plan on having babies soon, and i told her that we are not planning for anything, and that we don’t even bring up this subject, but i’ve always thought of having kids with you it’s just...i don’t know if you even want one with me” you blurt out.

“meu amor why didn’t you say anything before? i also thought about having kids but didn’t know if you were ready“ he said “so you do want kids with me?“ you asked “of course who wouldn’t want kids when you have such a beatiful and kind wife “ he chuckeled “so do want to make one right now?“ you replied with a grin plastered on you face ”never thought you’d ask“ he then lifted you up and threw you gently on the bed.

Let’s just say after 9 months you both had a beautiful baby.

writers note: omg this the longest one ive written yet so its probably full of mistakes anyways i hope you like this <33

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beatificwrites · 1 year

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—MOVE ON

pairing: joel x gn!reader

content: fluff, bit of angst, established relationship

word count: 886

premise: joel still suffers from nightmares about tess and you help comfort him as well as tell to move on.

You could hear the heavy rain pouring down outside from the comfort of your own home.

You were tired from finally coming home from a two-day lookout with Joel, and his twisting and turning had disrupted your three-hour sleep.

You could also hear his soft murmurs, and you figured it was another bad dream.

Joel woke up in a sweat, panting. He immediately looked to his side and saw you staring.

"You’re up?" he asked, out of breath.

"I heard you muttering in your sleep," you replied with a yawn.

"Sorry for waking ya up."haven’t been able to sleep much," he apologized tiredly.

"I know," you said, tired as well. "come here."

He reluctantly slid back down into the sheets and nestled himself up close to you. Your warmth was all he needed to feel at peace again.

You brought your hand up to stroke his face, and he hummed. "So soft," he mumbled.

Just like that, you proceeded to brush the side of his face with the back of your palm and watch the tension between his brows disappear. His eyes closed, and his shoulders relaxed as his breathing slowed.

You waited a few minutes before asking, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Joel remained silent as he considered whether or not he wanted to. It's not that he felt uncomfortable about opening up to you; it’s just that his dead ex is the subject of his nightmares.

He wasn’t too sure if he should share that with you; he figured you would find it odd that he was still thinking about her.

He thought you would be offended and think he didn’t value you or your relationship enough.

"You don’t have to share if you don’t want to." "We can just go back to sleep," you suggested.

No, he knows you well. He knows you will worry from now on and the topic will come up later; he would rather get it over with now.

"It’s Tess," he finally confessed.

"What about Tess?" you asked, not offended like he thought you would react, but in a rather sincere, curious tone.

"I'm leavin' her behind to die," he stated gruffly.

It made sense. You knew he would also have night terrors about Sarah; he would tell you or you would notice.

You knew little of Tess, but you know it’s been a little over two years since she passed. Joel mentioned her when he told you the story of how he came across Ellie.

"I go to bed, and then the memory of Ellie and leaving her behind replays in my mind," he went on.

"The moment I turned to walk away replays, and the shoutin’ and the yellin’ of the infected could be heard replaying too. Her slow, sad death is on repeat, even though I didn’t see it."

"Sweetheart, there was nothing you could do then," you assured him as you looked him in the eye.

"No, no, except there was." "Had we never separated, she would have never gotten bit, and she could’ve lived," he said, shaking his head.

"I could’ve done somethin'." I could have saved her. "I failed her just like I failed my own kid, and I’m going to fail you too." he said grimly as his voice strained. He did not want any tears to flow out.

"Joel, look at me. Don’t you ever worry about failing me! You could not control what happened then; you did not cause anything, and you did your best with what you had!" you comforted.

"I can’t afford to lose you, let alone Ellie. You two mean everything to me." He pulled you in to quietly weep on your shoulder.

You teared up at the thought of him thinking he would fail you. You did nothing but rub his back.

"It was either her or all three of you dead, and you know Tess wouldn’t have wanted that. You didn’t fail anyone, dear." you soothed.

You rubbed his shoulder back and forth gently to give him solace. He is strong and unfortunately bottles up a lot, but luckily you always manage to get him to spill.

You wanted to always be there for him, and he was always grateful for that. Moments like these were rare but very much needed.

"At some point, you won’t forget, but you’ll move on because you must. I just need you to realize that what happened wasn’t your fault." You told him.

"I’m the protector, yet I can’t protect right," he added in a muffled voice.

"Don't say that! I can handle myself pretty well, but you saved my ass one too many times today. You're a great protector, Joel." you exclaimed.

"Do you really believe that?"

"I seriously do."

Once he calmed down, Joel brought his head up.

"Thank you, honey." I’m sorry." He wiped his face, slightly embarrassed.

"There’s nothing to be sorry for, baby." "You've just been putting up with a heavy load, and that’s okay," you assured him once again.

"Gosh, what would I ever do without you?" he chuckled lightly.

You cupped his cheek and brought him near to give it a peck. He admired you lovingly as you did so.

"Let’s go back to sleep," you said as you rubbed his chest.

"I like the sound of that."

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musical-shit-show · 6 months

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isn't it delicate?

Pairing: Musical!Beetlejuice x Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #1 (“did…did you just kiss me?”) and #2 (“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”) from Prompt List 2, requested by @animetattoochick

Warnings: cursing, sexual innuendo, fluff

Word Count: 2,701

Author’s Note: Thank you for your patience on this one! I really haven’t been feeling very inspired lately, but I’m so glad I was able to finish this request. I have one more in my inbox currently but after that I think I may be able to get a couple other one shots out before the end of the year. I always love this time of year and I tend to feel more inspired around the holidays, so hopefully I’ll have the time to write more! As always check out my Masterlist, About Me page, or Prompt Lists if you’d like to submit an ask! Happy reading :)

“So…any men in your life I should know about while you’re up there?”

“Mom! That’s…no. Not…really, no.”

“Well, alright. That wasn’t very convincing, but I’ll take it,” your mother mused over the phone, only slightly teasing, “Just, tell me: are those people being good hosts? What were their names again—?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. Your mom was always the forgetful type, “Charles and Delia. And their daughter, Lydia. She’s about sixteen, I think? Cute kid.”

You didn’t feel like you should mention the fact that your new teenage counterpart only wore black and was incredibly morbid, or that two ghosts occupied the attic, or that you were frequently plagued by a literal demon.

If you told your mom any of that, odds were that she’d drop dead from shock.

Ever since you started renting out the Deetz’ third bedroom in their Connecticut home, you tried to keep the details to a minimum when talking to your family. All they knew was that you had moved hundreds of miles away for your dream job, which was true; what they didn’t need to know what that you practically lived in a haunted house.

For the first few weeks you lived there, everything was relatively normal. Delia and Charles were in the city most days, and when you got home from work, Lydia was usually at the kitchen table doing her homework or in the attic. One day, you were headed to your room when you heard concerned whispers coming from the other side of the attic door.

“I just don’t know if now is the right time to tell her, you know?” you heard an older male’s voice say, his tone clearly distressed. You couldn’t help but wonder who Lydia was talking to given that Charles had been gone for a few days.

“Adam, it’s been weeks!” Lydia shot back, “Besides, I’m worried if we wait too long, you know who might show up and scare her away. You know how he gets.”

“She does have a point, hon,” this time, a sweeter woman’s voice spoke, “Besides, I think she’ll take it well. She gets along with Lydia just fine, doesn’t she?”

“Of course! If I just explain—”

“Okay, okay,” the voice now identified as Adam cut in, “I was getting a little sick of hiding up in the attic again.”

You heard the old door creaking open and bolted to your room, shutting your own door as quietly as you could. You stood at the foot of your bed, utterly confused.

Who were those people?

When did they manage to sneak into the attic?

And why the fuck was Lydia keeping some huge secret from you?

You thought you had a good rapport with her, given that you were several years her senior and were getting along with her alright. You maybe even could see yourself taking on an older sibling role, especially since she didn’t have any of her own and few friends at school.

Plus, you could tell she had a hard time opening up. As your mind slowed, you realized she would only come to you when she was ready. Whatever weird shit was going on would become your business when she finally told you.

It didn’t take long after your adventure in snooping.

A few days later, you heard a soft knock on your door and Lydia’s small frame peaked through the door. “Come on in,” you smiled, closing your laptop, “I was just checking out dinner options, how does pizza sound?”

“Oh, um, yeah,” she replied, uncharacteristically timid, “Pizza sounds great.” An awkward silence filled the air as she sat down on the edge of the bed, the buckles on her black chunky boots jangling slightly, “So…I have to tell you something.”

“I figured.”

“It’s just…I don’t want to freak you out or anything,” she began gingerly, “I haven’t told anyone about this, but since I like you and you’re living here, I thought it’s only fair—”

She was very sweet for beating around the bush, but you couldn’t keep it in anymore, “Is this about your two friends you’ve been sneaking in? Because honestly, Lydia, it’s completely fine if you have people over, you’re not bothering me—”

“What, no, I—” Lydia stared at your incredulously, “How did you—?”

“I heard you all talking the other day,” you confessed, finding her teenage antics a little endearing, “You aren’t exactly the quietest bunch, but like I said, I don’t mind.”

Lydia shook her head, not wanting anything about her situation to be misconstrued, “No, you don’t understand. Adam and Barbara, they aren’t friends from school or anything like that. They live here.”

You blink stupidly.

“Or, I guess lived here.”

You grew even more confused.

“I’m not sure I understand,” you said, a small laugh escaping your lips.

“They’re dead,” Lydia finally stated, unsure how to make herself any clearer, “Ghosts. They died here before me, my dad and Delia moved in. And…since you’ve been here, they’ve been staying in the attic.”

You laughed involuntarily. You couldn’t help it.

Surely this teenager was fucking with you.

But as silence once again permeated the room, Lydia stared at you earnestly, not breaking into a mischievous smile or shouting a good “gotcha!”.

“Oh,” you muttered, “Oh, you’re serious.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Cool. Ghosts are real. I can handle that.”

“Yeah, you seem really calm right now. It’s kinda freaking me out.”

“I’m good,” you reassured her. Or maybe you were just reassuring yourself? “I am. Just…processing.”

The existence of ghosts didn’t surprise you that much, but you were obviously way off when it came to Lydia’s secret. In your defense, you were busy with the move and your job and everything else, how could you notice anything strange going on?

“There’s something else too,” Lydia said quietly, swinging her chunky black boots off the bed and landing on the floor with a thud, “Or, I guess, someone. His name is, well, I usually call him Beej. He’s like a super chaotic ghost or demon, I’m not really sure. It’s a long story…”

She shifted on the bed again. “Anyways, I met him pretty quickly after we moved here, and, well, he’s kind of…a lot. And he left for a bit, but he and I are actually friends. Real friends, not like before. Like I said, long story, but I just wanted to tell you in case he shows up here and—”

Before Lydia could finish, a flash of green light illuminated the room, and the figure that appeared before you was the strangest man you had ever seen.

He donned a hideous black and white striped suit that appeared to be falling apart at the seams, and his hair was a violent shade of green that actually made you wince. His skin was sickly pale, and the tattered overcoat he wore to round out the ensemble shed dust and dirt particles with every movement.

“Lyds!” he shouted, his voice grating and coarse, “My ears were burning; were you talking about me, oh best friend of mine?” He tousled the teen’s hair, much to her dismay. Before Lydia could answer, he turned his attention to you.

Eyeing you up and down, the man cocked his head to this side. You felt a light tingle on the back of your neck; why did you suddenly feel like you were being hunted?

“And who do we have here?” he purred, a Cheshire cat smile spreading across his face, “Babysitter?”

“I’m sixteen, asshole. I don’t need a babysitter,” Lydia chimed.

You told him your name, and considered extending your hand in formality. That idea quickly disintegrated when you saw how grimy his hands looked, fingers black at their tips in a clear indication of decay.

“I, uh, live in the guest bedroom,” you choked out, “And your name is…?”

“Wish I could tell, ya, babe,” he said with a chuckle, running his tongue across his slightly jagged teeth, “I like to say I’m the ghost with the most, but you can call me whatever you like—”

Lydia was quick to cut him off from the incessant attempts at flirting, and you learned his real name was Beetlejuice. He winced at the sound, and the more he and the younger girl told you about their escapades, the more enthralled you became.

Before you could fully process all the insane information the duo was throwing at you, Beetlejuice left, citing a bio-exorcism that needed attending to. You made a mental note to have Lydia explain that in greater detail later. With a *pop* and a puff of green smoke, he was gone.

But not for long.

Over the next few months, Beetlejuice’s visits became more and more frequent, much to the dismay of everyone else in the house, living and dead.

Except for you.

You found him utterly fascinating, despite his shocking outward appearance and often lascivious gaze. Yes, he was a dead guy, but he always made an effort to ask you about your life, even if it was followed up by a crude joke or bad pick-up line. When he wasn’t tormenting the other inhabitants of the Deetz residence, he was almost…sweet to you.

Of course, his sweetness was usually undercut with his sleazy tendencies; Though you knew he liked getting a rise out of you and you would often bicker with him on purpose. Even as you performed mundane tasks, you could tell he was leering at you, studying your every move.

You thought you were alone while on the phone with your mother, but Beetlejuice had become sneakier; this time he was listening outside your room, floating inches above the floor so his shadow couldn’t be seen under the doorframe.

“Anyways, no, there’s, uh, no guy,” you said sheepishly, your tone coming out more bitter than you intended. “You know I’d tell you, Ma.”

“I know, honey,” she said, her voice comforting you, “Just, try to make some friends, okay? We miss you and I don’t want you to be lonely.”

For some reason this made tears well up in your eyes. “I miss you too,” you choked, masking your sob with a cough, “And uh, I’ll try, don’t worry. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” There was a pause on the other end. Your mom knew you were crying, which made you want to cry even more.

“Okay,” she said, not wanting to upset you further. She knew you too well, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Your phone beeped and then returned to your home screen, and you let out a heavy sigh. A few tears dropped onto your jeans, the salt stinging your eyes.

“Who made you cry?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as Beetlejuice materialized next to you, a few strands of his hair sprouting red at the roots. You shook your head in dispute.

“No, it was just my mom—”

“Oh, typical mothers. They really are the worst sometimes. Y’know, did I ever tell you how my mom—”

“Beej!” you cut him off before he went on another one of his rants, “I know. I’m sure you’ve told me. But no, she didn’t make me cry.” You wiped a stray tear away from your face and sniffled, feeling pathetic. “I guess I’m just a bit homesick.”

His hair instantly reverted back to its original state of vibrant green as he sat down on the bed next to you. “Oh…right,” he said, twiddling his thumbs, “You breathers can get so…sensitive sometimes, huh?”

You laughed dryly. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” It didn’t take long at all for you to see that Beetlejuice was a big softy, even though he liked to tease and scare you on an almost daily basis.

You didn’t mind, not even a little bit. Because against your better judgement, you found yourself developing feelings for him. Weirdly strong feelings. And you weren’t sure what that meant with him, well, being dead and all.

That fact didn’t seem to matter when he took your hand in his, your warm palm contrasting with his almost frigid skin. You felt yourself shiver, and you weren’t sure if it was from the sudden temperature change or the physical contact.

“I’m uh, not really good with this shit,” he said indelicately, “But I like having you around. Usually, I spend all my time either in the Netherworld or scaring the life outta breathers but…I didn’t want to come back to this house that much until you showed up. So…thanks for that.”

He ran his thumb across the back of your hand, the gesture making your insides churn.

“Plus, if you were gone, I’d lose my eye candy,” he added, making you instantly blush and let out a laugh, “Adam’s hot and all, but you might just have him beat—"

You couldn’t help it. You kissed him. Your eyes were still red from residual tears, and he was a demon, and you tasted the faintest earthy flavor on your lips, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about any of those facts.

It was a fairly chaste kiss, only lasting a few moments before you pulled away. Instantly Beetlejuice’s hair started sprouting a light pink color.

“Did…did you just kiss me?” he asked in disbelief. He was usually the one doing the kissing, or groping, or endless propositioning.

A sheepish laugh escaped your throat, your palms instantly moistening with nervous sweat. “Uh, yeah?” you croaked, “Is that alright?” Beetlejuice looked utterly dumbfounded.

“Alright?” he laughed. If he were still alive, his heart would’ve fluttered. “Babe, more than alright, I loved it! Shit, I’ve loved every second you’ve been in this boring ass house…because I love you.”

The realization came to the demon as soon as the words left his lips. He didn’t even register what he had said until you muttered, “you love me?”

Fuck.

‘Well,’ the demon thought, ‘no going back now’. He couldn’t detect whether you were pleased or creeped out by the sudden escalation, but decided to trudge forward through the emotionally honest deep end he had unwittingly dove into.

“Erm…” now it was his turn to be sheepish, “I didn’t mean to say that but yeah, I love you. Sorry to one up you, babe, but if you wanna go back to making out, you won’t get any complaints outta me.”

Even as he cracked jokes, he could feel his anxiety rising to his hair, which was slowly turning a sickly shade of yellow that mixed with the pink strands. He held his nonexistent breath as a wide grin spread across your face.

“Oh Beej, I love you too,” you said, finally able to put words to the ache you’ve felt for him for weeks, “Even though you’re a complete perv who shouldn’t have been spying on me in the first place.”

He scoffed at the accusation. “Look babe, let’s not forget who kissed who first,” he reminded, tracing his fingers along your arm. His hair was now a vibrant pink. “Though I wouldn’t mind going in for round two—”

“Round two of what, exactly?!” Lydia burst through the door, causing the two of you to jump away from each other on the bed. “Or do I even want to know.” The young girl looked disgusted at the thought.

“Jesus Christ, Lyds, ever heard of knockin’?!” Beetlejuice admonished. It was so big brother of him it almost made you burst out laughing.

“Yeah, I wonder where she got the spying from,” you deadpanned, your gaze flickered between the both of them before landing on Lydia, “We’ll meet you downstairs in a minute to talk, alright?”

She crossed her arms across her chest before stomping down the steps, yelling out a “No funny business!” for good measure, utterly embarrassing you and tickling Beetlejuice all at once.

You made a mental note to banish him the next time you talk to your mom; the fact that you were now dating a literal dead guy would not be a topic of discussion on the next phone call, and you didn’t need Beetlejuice butting in to introduce himself as her future son-in-law.

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fool-who-dreams · 2 years

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little dirt-ball of happiness

summary:

Inspired by @yourallihave 's request!!

i dont know if you’re doing requests but if u do can i please req a peter parker x wilson! avenger! reader (deadpool)? except reader is only similar to their dad bcs of how good they are at killing people but they’re pretty awkward and shy so all the avengers freak out when they find out they’re deadpool’s kid through an interaction on the field? PLEASE have their weapon be a huge scythe 🤍🤍 feel free to experiment with this bcs i have no super clear idea,, thank you!!

“Hey!” You heard a cheery voice call right behind you. You closed your locker trying not to let your books fall to the ground before tuning around.

“Oh, hey” You replied, surprised by the presence of the cute, curly-haired boy in your chemistry class.

“y/n, right?” He asked scratching the back of his neck, his eyes fixated on the ground.

“yes.” You muttered as your cheeks heated up. You've had a crush on that boy since the beginning of the school year; he was your “permanent crush”, that one person that you’ll always like and that your mind always goes back to, even though you’ve rarely even spoken to the boy. “What can I do for you Peter?”

“Oh you know my name. That’s- that’s good. That is reaaally good.” He mumbled, mostly to himself. “Can I- do you- how- how are you?” He stumbled over his words a few times. If you weren’t blinded by the fact that Peter Parked was talking to you, you’d think the scene was almost painful to watch. “I heard you had the flu last week so you weren’t in class, but since you’re here now I assume you feel better, don't you? Do you- are you better?”

“I’m better, yes, I guess. Thanks for asking.” You chuckle. You felt confused and amused by the situation.

“I just-“ He paused before taking a deep breath. “So, when you were not here we were assigned projects in couples in chemistry class. It’s due in a few weeks, I figured we should start working on it, since you’re better and the flu is go-”

“Wo-wo-wo wait. So…we’re partners?” You asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic (which you were) and also trying to keep your eyes from lighting up.

“Yeah, wait- haven’t I mentioned that?” He blushed from embarrassment for not having said the one thing he came here to tell you.

“No, but I figured.” You chuckled.

“So, should we start working on it like, maybe…after school?” His voice went lower in volume by the end of the question.

“Yeah, absolutely. Sure.” You replied, a little too soon.

“Great!” The biggest smile appeared on his face at your answer. “How about tomorrow? At mine?”

“Sounds good. See you tomorrow.” You waved as you turned around, starting to walk towards your class. You knew you wouldn’t have been able to hold your smile in for much longer, so you let it blossom the moment you turned your back on the boy.

Little did you know, so did he.

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“Morning old scumbag” You greeted your father, sipping your morning tea.

“Good morning to you, too, my little bundle of joy” Wade replied with a big smile painted on his face.

“I won’t be home for lunch today.” You informed. “I’ve got to work on a group project, we wanna get it over with as soon as possible.” “Alright. What kind of project is it? Maybe I can he-“ “Chemistry. Science. Maths. Whatever stuff you suck at.”

“Well, good thing it’s a group project then, because we both know you got that from me.” He sweet tone trying to take the focus off the passive-aggressive insult. It was your relationship. You loved each other very much, and that was just your weird, twisted way of showing it. If you’d ever be seen in public together you’d both probably get taken, or at least questioned, by authorities. And the sole thought of that made the two of you laugh every time.

Truth is, your father rarely left home as a civilian, he always did in his “superhero” costume. And you never were allowed to go out and fight, so you only ever left as y/n Wilson.

“C’mon, it’s late. I’m driving you.” Wade declared in a decisive tone as he grabbed the car keys and walked to the door.

“What- I can get the bus dad, thanks.”

“Why? What do you have to hide? Or even better, WHO?”

“Nobody! I just-“

“You have a boyfriend.”

“I don’t!”

He gasped. “You have a girlfriend!”

“I’m not dating anyone!”

“You sound rather defensive for a teenager who doesn’t have a-”

“OKAY BYE DAD, I’ll see you later.” You said, quickly getting your coat and walking towards the door.

“You’re ashamed of me, aren’t you?” His face fell a little to the (wrong) realization, which made your heart fall a little, too.

“That’s absolutely not it! I just- none of the other kids is driven to school, and I-“

“No, it’s fine, I understand. Who would want to be seen with a monster like me? You better go or you’ll miss the bus.”

You sighed, annoyed. “Fine. You can drive me.”

“YES!” He clapped his hands, opening the door. “Works like a charm every single time!”

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“There we are. Have a nice day and break up with whomever you’re dating because you’re under the age of 70, which is the right age to start dating.” He said in one breath with a mocking smile plastered on his face. He kissed your forehead before you opened the door.

“I’ll see you later.” You rolled your eyes playfully at your father. You started walking towards the school entrance.

“Hey y/n!” You heard Peter’s voice call.

“Hey, Pete!”

“So, are we still on for today?”

“Yeah, totally.” You smiled warmly, the same warmth that spread from you stomach to your face every time he talked to you. Your conversation was interrupted by your ringtone, so you quickly excused yourself to walk away and answer.

“What now, dad?" “Who is that?!”

“That who?” “The boy you’re talking to! I said no boyfriend, and you reassured me that-“

“Is that why you insisted on driving me this time?” You whisper-yelled on the phone, making sure Peter couldn’t hear this embarrassing conversation (little did you know, his spidey senses made it so that his hearing was way above average).

“Of course! Why would I do that then?”

“I don’t know, because New York is dangerous?”

“Oh no, I don’t worry about that. Isn’t your school Spider-guy’s territory? I like that guy, he has a nice costume.”

“Are you saying I cannot take care of myself?”

“Oh please, you could save the Avengers and their mothers from an alien-zombie apocalypse, and you know it damn well!”

“Ow, don’t make me blush now.” You giggled.

“Break up with him.”

“I can’t, because we are not together!” You said one last time before hanging up.

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“So, you’re saying that you’ve never seen Star Wars?!” Peter widened his eyes, making you giggle at his reaction.

“Never.”

“Get out.” He shoved you jokingly, trying to stay serious, but failing.

“Hey! You’ve never been to the Avengers Museum!”

“Those things are on two separate levels of importance, and Star Wars comes first. Star Wars always comes first!”

You giggled.

“This ice cream is good, isn’t it?” You asked, racing against the blinding sun to avoid wasting your food. “Thanks again, by the way. It was really nice of you to offer.” Saying this took all your strength

“It’s my pleasure. Glad you enjoy it.” His cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, which made you smile softly.

As you were talking, Peter stopped abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk. “Hey, Pere, is everything okay?” You asked, worried.

“Yeah, it’s just…I thought I’d seen something.” He dismisses, still looking rather confused and cautious.

“Are you sure? If it’s a bad moment we can reschedule for anoth-“

“RUN!” Peter interrupted you.

The two of you started running, as fast and far as possible. Peter was rather impressed by the resistance and constancy of your running: you looked like you could easily keep up with him, and he was a superhero. This made him feel relieved, though, because it meant that you were going to be fine and safe. Although, he knew you’d be safe because he had made a promise to himself to keep you safe (and happy) the day he had seen you smile for the first time. He couldn’t bear a day without seeing that spark in his eyes, which had soon grown to be the light to his own eyes.

Pete found it funny how he would always realize his feelings or have his deepest thoughts right these moments, when he knew there was nothing he could do about it, nothing but fight; fight to see the light another day, so that he could make it right. And with you, he wanted nothing more.

To be exact, he realized all this the second he saw you laying on the floor, hopeless and scared. Your foot had gotten caught in the menace that was about to frighten the whole city: creatures started arising from the ground. The closest definition for these alien monsters — or what the Avengers later on simplified the species as — was just “zombies”.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” Peter screamed, running back to you the second he realized he wasn’t holding your hand anymore.

“Not really” You joked.

“Oh my- it’s A HAND, your ankle got caught IN A HAND! God, I swear we’ll fix this, You’ll be free in no time, just-“ Peter started to panic as he tried to use his strength to set you free, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“Pete, why don’t you go find someone who could help, you’re pretty fast.”

“I won’t leav-“

“PETER THE REST OF HIS ARM JUST STUCK OUT OF THE GROUND” You shouted. “Please, find someone!” You begged him.

He looked deep in your eyes, then he nodded with determination and sprinted away.

“Oh sweetie, those nails…” You looked at the hand that was gripping your leg. “Let me fix that for you.” You commented as your hand reached the little pen in your pocket. The second you pressed the little button underneath it, it immediately revealed your loyal and beloved scythe. Before you knew it you were free from the strong grip, and an alien arm was laying on the floor.

You started running in the direction Peter had gone in. He had started running just a minute ago: he was fast but he couldn’t be too far.

Little did you know, Spiderman arrived as you left. He worried not seeing you there, but his curiosity won over his worry when he saw the arm detached from the rest of the body in the same spot you were trapped soon before. He knew you were free from that danger, but he didn’t know how many more traps were lying around.

“Hey Cap, there’s one of those alien zombie things here, but this one has a sense of fashion; in fact, this one’s wearing spandex.”

“Mr Stark!”

“C’mon Spidey, the big guys are waiting for us.”

As you were running you saw Iron-Man himself fly just above your head, closely followed by a web-shooting Spiderman! They were so fast, but you knew you could reach them. You could have been a hero after all.

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“I wouldn’t…mind…a hand over h-here” Spider-man said between breaths as he fought for his life, and for the life of his city.

“Yeah, I gotta agree with the kid on this one.” Sam replied through the earpiece everyone was wearing as he jolted in the air, trying to fight off as many bad guys as possible.

“I wouldn’t mind a vacation.” Nat said as her feet landed on the ground after kicking people in the air for over thirty minutes.

“And I guess he wouldn’t mind an ambulance.” Clint chuckled to himself as another one of his arrows landed perfectly in a bad guy’s leg.

Iron Man’s hands were shooting lasers all around while the turbo from his feet was able to keep him detached from the ground. “Hey Cap, how many asses are you beating per minute? Because I think I’m winning this one.” Tony’s metallic voice joked.

“Oh, shut up and fight.” A heavily-breathing Captain America scolded him, dismissing the matter as he kept on throwing his shimmering shield at whomever dared to cross him.

“There- are- too many” Peter said in between pantings.

“Hold on kid” Tony replied, also having a hard time, just like everyone else on the team.

Breathing heavily, you finally reached the flying heroes you had seen passing over your head a few minutes before.

“That’s amazing, they really look like they could use some help!” You squealed. “I probably shouldn’t sound so happy about it…”

You clicked your pen again and the scythe revealed itself again. “Here goes nothing” You mumbled before running towards the heroes. You started reaping the enemies like wheat. You freed the closest hero to you, Nat, then together you worked your way towards the others.

You were agile although you were never allowed to use your weapon. Whenever you’d open your pen, you father would get a notice and you knew he’d get to you in no time. Unless the car had no gas, in which case he’d take a bit longer.

“And who would that be?” Cap asked, astonished. “Tony, you have to stop recruiting 14 year-olds.”

“Hey! This one’s not mine! Kid, do you know her?”

“First of all, I’m almost 16! And secondly, just because we might remotely look the same age doesn’t mean we know each oth- HEY, BUT THAT’S Y/N!”

“Really? That is the sweet, shy, innocent y/n you never stop blabbering about in the lab?”

“Yes!”

“The same y/n that you are so afraid doesn’t and never will like you back ever and ever and ever until the end of times?” A mocking Tony asked with a smirk.

“So you do listen when I speak!”

“No son, we cannot hide when you blubber. There’s a really big difference.”

As you freed the heroes, you talked to yourself. “I cannot believe I am saving Tony Stark from the zombies!”

“Alright, but don’t make this a habit” Tony replied as you helped him.

“Hey, you don’t make it a habit!”

“I like this one.” Cap giggled.

“Have you seen a boy that’s roughly my age around here? He has with brown hair and hazel eyes, his name is Peter Parker and I can’t find him anywhere!” You asked between a hit and a kick.

“Mh, the name does ring a bell…” Tony smirked underneath his suit.

“I have!” Peter exclaimed.

“REALLY?! Where? Is he okay?”

“Yea, he- he’s great. You must be y/n, he was worried about you.”

“He asked about me?” That made your heart melt. Your sweet tone contrasted your determined and powerful hits.

“Seems like there might be some chemistry between you and this boy… What’s the deal?” Nat exclaimed, wiping her hands from the dirt that the arising zombies had polluted the breathing air with. Everyone exhaled: apparently the city was out of danger, as one could deduce from the thousands of motionless, disgusting zombie-like frames laying all over the streets.

A voice interrupted you right when you were about to speak. “The deal is that whomever this boy may be, he has to stay at least six foot away from you.”

“Dad!” You exclaimed, running towards him.

"Another man of spiders?" Thor asked, confused.

“Hi little dirt-ball of happiness” He hugged you. “Wait, what’s on your face? Is that a scratch?! Are you hurt? Alright, you lot are supposed to keep our people safe, but instead you hurt my daughter, how could you! Why am I even paying taxes if you all don’t even do your job appropriately?” He shouted without taking his eves off of your slightly scratched forehead.

“Dad, I’m okay.” You giggled.

“Yeah, and that’s not exactly how that works.” Clint stepped in.

“What do you-“ Wade looked in the direction of the voice and abruptly stopped talking. His eyes widened and he looked at you, then at the Avengers, going back and forth a few times. “Holy sh- are you guys the real deal? Are those the real Avengers? My daughter saved the Avengers?!”

“Yep. What’s up with spandex?” Tony mocked.

“Hey! This is not spandex, it’s actually a tailor-made imported Italian material!”

“We really need to thank you for your help y/n.” Cap’s voice emerged from the back of the group of superheroes. He smiled as he looked down to you, his hand proudly gripping on your shoulder.

“I- It’s my pleasure. I mean, not you lot getting attacked by zombies, that’s not a pleasure at all, but me saving you, that was a pleasure. Not that you needing to be saved it’s a pleasure, I- I should stop talking.” You blushed, embarrassed.

“Now it’s more like it” Tony’s visor revealed his face, and he smirked at Spiderman. “We’ve gotta go now, but thank you, kid.” Tony smiled at you.

“WAIT” Wade shouted, catching everyone’s attention. “I am dying to see your compound, please PLEASE, can I?”

After begging the heroes for a full 5 minutes, they agreed to let your father visit. You decided you’d rather go home and get some well deserved rest.

“Hey underoos, will you be a gentleman and make sure our savior y/n gets home safely?” One by one the Avengers thanked you and left. Everyone but Spiderman.

“Do you mind?” Spiderman asked shyly. “I mean, it’s the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me- FOR US, today.”

“Not at all.” You giggled. “Hey, can I ask you a question?” You asked after gently refusing the option of being swung home.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Did Peter really ask about me?”

“Oh yea, he seemed really worried, too. He said he came back for you but you weren’t there anymore.” “Are you sure he’s fine now?”

“Oh yea! Definitely. He seemed like a smart guy, I’m sure he’s okay.”

“I just wanna stop by his house real quick to see if-“ “NO! I mean- I’m sure he’s- he’s fine. Maybe he is in shock and needs to rest. You seem to really care.”

“I do. I do more than I care to admit, actually. But I don’t wanna bore the amazing marvelous Spiderman with my love life.”

“LOVE? ARE YOU- ahem, are you in love with this Peter guy?”

“Oh well” you blushed, realizing you said one too many words. “I- I might be…alright, fine, I am. But he doesn’t like me back I’m pretty sure, so there’s no point in even telling him.”

“OH, I BEG TO DIFFER” Spiderman laughed nervously. “Y/n, he likes you back. Trust me. I didn’t wanna tell you but we’re actually good friends and he talks about you all the times. How your smile lights up the room the second you walk in; how even in the darkest days you manage to make him feel loved and cared for; how you’ve never seen Star Wars, but are willing to fix your faults.”

You giggled and blushed at the same time.

“Trust me” He smiled from underneath his mask as he took your hands in his. “He does.”

“I am so sorry Spidey, but I have to go.” You smiled and thankfully squeezed his hands before running away. You quickly turned around to thank the red and blue superhero again but, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

You then kept running in the direction of Peter’s house.

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Woosah Baby Part 3

Summery:Warren and y/n have a discussion about your current situation.

Notes: I’m working on the next part soon- it’ll be a little more exciting fluffy and exciting than this chapter.

You were woken by vigorous knocking on your apartment door. Your eyes were so heavy, and your heart already knew who was at the door.

You walked slowly to the front of your apartment, rubbing your face with your hands you sighed and you opened the door.

“Warren, it’s like 3 in the morning,” You squinted as the lights of the hallway flooded your vision. Warren pushed past you and your eyes followed him and you shut the door quietly behind the two of you.

“We have to talk.” His voice was agitated and he seemed fidgety.

“You’ve been drinking,” You stated. He was always talkative and sleepless when he would drink.

“Yeah, but I’ve sobered up. I just can’t wait any longer to talk. I’m tweaking out.” You could see the anxiety in his eyes. He rubbed his hands together and you knew by the look of him that news of this pregnancy was eating him alive.

“Babeeeee, I really just wanted to talk over breakfast or like even a cup of Coff-“

“NO. NO. This kid is 50% of me,” He gestured towards your stomach and you felt yourself suddenly embarrassed. “Which means I at least get to know 50% of what the fuck is going on!”

He had a point.

You ushered him to sit on the couch in your tiny apartment. He obliged, huffing on the couch and fidgeting with his hands again. You took a seat next to him and placed a pillow on your lap. You were so self conscious since you found out about the fetus growing inside you this morning.You had never felt so bloated in your life.

“I know nothing except that the doctors confirmed that I’m 100% fucking pregnant.”

“Okay, when can we find out like when it… comes out?” Warren questioned. His eyes were burning into yours. This was such a weird conversation - One that the two of you are not ready to have.

“They told me I can set up an ultrasound. I can call on Monday, but I won’t go unless I can count on you to come with me.” You had done enough so far without him. He let out a breath and nodded, his eyes not leaving you. “Do you want to keep it?” His voice was low and you could feel the uneasiness in his tone.

“I mean, I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it. Do you?” You knew abortion was off the table, but what about adoption? You couldn’t imagine yourself giving your child away, certainly not one that you had created with the love of your life.

Warren twisted his whole body so it was directed right at you. He grabbed your face with your hands.

“Am I crazy if I do?” He looked so different than the Warren you were used to. He was being completely vulnerable and it was like you had unlocked a new volt in your boyfriends personality. He looked a little scared, a little happy and wishful. “ I don’t want to loose you, I can’t” He confessed.

“Warren….” You wined, pulling his hands away from your face. “I feel like you have no idea how hard this is going to be.”

“No, I get that I’m a pathetic piece of shit. I have no job, no ambitions, no idea how to take care of a kid. I get what you keep trying to tell me! FUCK!” Warren pulled at his brown curls and closed his eyes. He listened to his heart pounding. The room completely silent until he heard the worst sound in the world- you crying.

He looked over at you, your hand over your mouth trying to muffle the sound of your cries. He froze. He didn’t know how to comfort you the way you needed to be comforted right now, but he was going to at least try. You felt his hands sneak around you and pull you into an embrace.

“God, I’m sorry. I’m such a fucking idiot,” He tried to comfort you. He rubbed your back as you quietly sobbed into his chest. He could feel how tense your body was in his arms.

His mind wandered to what Spencer had told him today. I mean how hard would it be to pull stealing that fucking art book he was babbling about? I mean there had to be a way, he needed there to be a way.

“You’re not pathetic or a piece of shit, Warren. I just don’t see how we’re both going to do this?” You sniffled and looked at him with sad eyes. It broke him to see you this upset.

“We have to see the bright side of this?” We’re going to be parents.” He cracked a smile as he wiped a tear from your eye. Your face was blank and as easily as he could read you- this was on one of those times.

“So we’re going to do this? We’re going to have this baby?” Your voice was soft. You wanted to go smoke so badly. Your anxiety was more than you could realistically handle.

“Yeah, we’re fucking doing this.” Warren kissed your forehead and clobbered you in a tight hug

The next day Y/N had woken up intertwined in Warren’s arms. He was snoring quietly, and you could tell the drinking and late night talking had put him in one of his extremely deep sleeps. After you had finished crying you two had decided to call it a night. You were clearly going to figure out how to navigate all this, and you were going to do it together…. As scary as it was going to be.

You decided to let him sleep and you quickly and quietly got up from the bed. You stretched your body- feeling drained of life, like your soul was sucked out. You wish you could sleep in today, but you missed your shift at the market yesterday and you really couldn’t afford to do it again today.

You grabbed your work clothes and slipped them on. You didn’t have time for a shower to wake you up. Slinging your long hair in a bun you left the bedroom and closing the door where Warren was left in his dreamland.

You grabbed a water from the fridge, and took a few giant chugs to quench your thirst. You didn’t have an appetite, you were too stressed. You decided maybe you’d swing by the bakery at work and grab a bagel. That might make your stomach feel a bit better.

You walked to the bathroom- the mirror in front of you showing off your dark circles and messy appearance. You sighed as you put your toothpaste on your toothbrush and started to brush your teeth. You went to brush over your tongue when suddenly an extreme wave of nausea hit you- and next thing you know you were above the toilet bowl, the water you had just had coming up from your stomach. Damnit. Morning sickness.

You could feel the bile spill from your mouth and nose. Fucking hell, this was not how you imagined your morning going. You also didn’t imagine you’d be pregnant at 20 years old either.

“Y/N?” A groggy voice sounded at the bathroom door.

Shit, you really didn’t want Warren seeing you puke. It’s not like he hadn’t before. You were notorious for your puke and rallying, it’s how you lasted as long as you did at parties. This was just a whole different vulnerability for you.

“I’m fine,” You choked out as you wiped your mouth with your shirt sleeve. You flushed the toilet and turned towards Warren. He was standing shirtless in the doorway- his hair a complete mess and his eyes were searching you for answers on why you had just been puking. You didn’t think Warren put it together that it was related to your new found pregnancy.

“Stop looking at me like that,” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood - brushing your teeth again. You were fighting viciously to keep the bile from creeping up again.

“I’m just…,” His eyes squinted and looked you up and down before continuing “you know what, never mind,” He approached you, planting a soft kiss on your lips. It was the first time he really kissed you since your news yesterday. You felt warmth flood your chest. You loved Warren and you knew in your heart he really loved you too. You smiled up at him and gave he gave you a quick hug, mumbling that he loved you before returning back to the bedroom. You envied him for being able to go back to sleep when you had to work.

“Don’t forget to pick me up at 5!” You shouted as you grabbed your bag and headed out the door. You pulled out your phone to two text messages. One was Spencer asking if you were working, in which you replied with two poop emoji and a few sad faces before typing out ‘UGH yes.”

The other message was on the group chat that Warren’s parents had with you and Warren. You opened it to see that Laura, Warren’s mother, had texted you both asking if the two of you could make it for Dinner tonight. Warren relied with a thumbs up. Your heart started to race. Warren’s home had become your safe space through the years, and the thought of disappointing Laura and Warren Senior was unimaginable. Your fingers hovered over your phone keyboard, you knew you had to go but the thought of having to break the news of your pregnancy to them was sending shivers down your spine.

“We’ll be there.”

Shit. This was going to be an interesting dinner.

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