#he needs the first week at an empty house when you can't imagine it will ever become familiar

[dollfacefantasy]

Can't Help It

pairing: dbf!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: your dad's coworker needs a housesitter, but the house isn't the only thing you'll be sitting on (haha pls laugh)

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, masturbation, oral (m receiving), age gap (i imagine early 20s/late 30s), both reader and leon are kinda pervy but not in a skeevy way <3

word count: 5.3k

a/n: hi hi i am back! this was such a pain to write for no reason, but as always, i hope people enjoy. i'm not sure what trope this really falls under, it's probably more accurate to say dcw (dad's coworker), but we'll go with dbf for convenience. i might make a part 2 of this idk. also, i know the header images are really giving graphic design is my passion but... it is what is lol. as before, thank you for all the support on my last fics. if you reblogged or commented, i'm giving you a smooch rn. and just wanna say that i do take requests. if anyone is interested, don't be shy ;) any who, feedback, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! <3

When your dad’s new coworker asked if you’d be interested in housesitting for some easy money, you couldn’t find a reason to say no. Agent Kennedy, like your father, traveled for work a lot. Often gone for weeks at a time, he needed someone to watch the place and take care of menial tasks like getting the mail and watering the plants. It paid well and all you had to do was basically live in his house.

You had met him several times in passing before he offered you this job, and he was always nice to you. He would say hi when you’d come down for a snack while he talked to your dad in the living room. He’d ask how college was and about the different classes you were taking. One time he even told you about some old band he liked that he thought you would too. And that was all great.

But what was even better was that he was fine as fuck.

You had a fat crush on him from the moment you were introduced. The way his eyes pierced right through you but in the softest way. How his lips curled into a knowing smile while his hand gripped yours in a firm shake. The way he said “pretty name for a pretty girl” when you told him your name. From any other middle-aged man, that would have been so corny and had you internally shriveling up. But from him… you had to fight the urge to get on your knees then and there.

He’d approached you about watching his house, saying something about how there had been some nearby break-ins in empty houses and it would be a good way for you to get some spending money and blah blah blah. You were on board as soon as the opportunity to have more of him in your life presented itself.

Unfortunately, it was the nature of housesitting that you rarely saw your employer. You would see him when you showed up and when he came home and that was it. But those moments were enough to sustain your delusion.

The first time you came over, you walked into the house, glancing around the den of the man who enraptured you. It was pretty basic, but you figured that not being home a lot would be the reason for that. When you were done trying to psychoanalyze him from looking around his house, he gave you your own set of keys with a wink that had you blushing an embarrassing amount.

“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” you said softly.

“Call me Leon, Sweetheart,” he replied.

You had to look away to conceal your giddy smile. You didn’t think he noticed the effect he had on you. Or if he did, he didn’t care about your pitiful infatuation. But other times, you could have sworn he did this kind of thing on purpose.

Your first stint in the house went smoothly. You made sure to do everything he asked and even cleaned up the place a little bit. When he returned from wherever his work had taken him that time, he seemed impressed to your delight. He looked around, making small talk with you before writing your check.

“You get up to anything crazy while I was gone?” he said, smirking as he scribbled his signature on the small rectangle.

“Yeah, I was real wild - I brought out your vacuum for probably the first time.”

He laughed, handed you the check, and teasingly purred “good girl.” 

Now, he may have been joking, but your panties nearly soaked through with arousal regardless. You yet again hid your revealing expression as you said a timid goodbye and headed out to your car. You were shifting your thighs together the whole ride home, fantasizing about being a good girl for Agent Kennedy so he would relieve that ache between your legs that clouded your thoughts.

Honestly, all of this made you feel pretty pathetic. Lusting after your father’s coworker, now technically your boss, who was a good fifteen years older than you. Blushing and squirming every time he said something more than ‘hi.’ Weren’t you better than this? But then you’d see those thick biceps and mysterious eyes, and the answer in your mind would be a resounding no.

Because honestly, you weren’t better than this, you were so much worse. After the good girl incident, you decided that if he didn’t want you yet, he would. You would make sure of it. From then on, every time you were housesitting, you wore your most revealing outfits, did your hair all pretty, and even tried special perfume so you’d smell extra nice.

But none of it seemed to work. He kept up his regular teasing and charm, but to your dismay, he hadn’t railed you on that sad leather couch in the living room. You tried to convince yourself that his gazes lingered longer and that his touches were more strategic, but that felt like reach even for you. 

It was so frustrating. What more could you do? You touched his arm while he spoke. You laughed harder at his corny jokes. You even hugged him once or twice when you could justify it. You tried to drop hints every way you could without literally just trying to seduce him, and he did not seem to care. You nearly gave up. You decided that maybe you should just cut your losses and spare yourself the humiliation. Leave yourself with some dignity and resign to just being his housesitter.

You would have done this if not for the fact that he lets you sleep in his bed while he’s gone.

His house was meant for one person. It didn’t have a guest room. He told you on your first gig that you were obviously allowed to sleep in his bed since the alternative was the aforementioned sad leather couch in the living room. He told you to bring whatever you needed to be comfortable - sheets, blankets, pillows - since you’d be there for weeks at a time.

At first, it was too weird. It made you feel dirty, sleeping in his bed while harboring your secret carnal desires. But goddamn, that couch in the living room was uncomfortable. You stuck it out for the first time, but the second time you housesat, you relented and dragged your belongings back to the room you’d forbidden yourself from knowing. 

His bedroom, like the rest of the house, is pretty blank, but there’s a little more personality here. It made you feel like such a stalker, but you couldn’t help making observations, right? You got to see the type of cologne he wore, the few dusty books he kept next to his bed, what kind of stuff he crammed in the nightstand drawers. It sounded creepy, but you just had curiosity, right?

You set yourself up in his queen size bed, draping the plush blanket you brought with you across the mattress. The bed was comfy enough, but the absolute best part, the part that kept your fantasies alive and well, was the way the sheets smelled like him.

You nearly moaned when you took a deep breath, filling your nose with that familiar scent. It gave you such a rush pushing your face into those smooth gray linens. It was so wrong, but you couldn’t help shamefully slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts to play with your swollen clit. You clutch the sheets in your fists as you writhe on the bed, whining as you fantasize about your special agent.

Leon had gone years leaving his house desolate without an issue. All that nonsense about potential burglaries and spending money for you had been total bullshit. It’s not like there was anything of value in his house anyway. Those excuses served only as a way to get more of you in his life. He thought housesitting was a happy middleground, a tether to you without being obvious about his motivations.

Ever since he saw you for the first time, heading out your front door, offering a timid ‘nice to meet you,’ he had been hooked. You bewitched him with your sweet temperament, that soft laugh when he told you bad jokes, those gorgeous eyes projecting all the emotions in that pretty head of yours. God, you were so fucking cute.

You made him feel like a dirty old man, sick and perverted for coveting his colleague’s daughter. The embarrassment he felt within himself when he’d notice he was staring at your tits or imagining how your soft lips would look wrapped around his cock was immeasurable. Even though the guilt boiled inside him, he couldn’t stop himself. He craved you. He started finding more opportunities to visit your house, hoping he could steal a few moments of your time. That’s when he knew enough was enough.

Having you as his house sitter worked perfectly. He could have his moments with you without feeling too disgusted with himself. Even though he liked to tease every so often, he kept it friendly. He noticed that you, on the other hand, seemed to be doing everything to change that.

He wasn’t a fool. He could see the changes in your appearance. Those skimpy outfits you’d flaunt yourself in drove him crazy. The way you’d playfully roll your eyes and brush his arm had his cock twitching in his pants. It was becoming all the more tempting to spread you out on the dining table and take what he wanted. But he still wrestled with that part of himself that said to not take it too far. That you deserved better.

That was until you started sleeping in his bed.

He had come home after your second gig, given you your check, and sent you on your way quickly because he was exhausted from his mission. He went straight to his room and collapsed on the bed. He could tell the sheets had been freshly washed by the soft feel, but also because you were always going above and beyond to please him. Despite the recent cleaning, he swore to himself he could smell some of your perfume on them.

He looked like a madman, smelling his bed sheets for the faintest hit of that scent. He groaned, picturing you lying here, your beautiful body sprawled out on his bed. He inhaled deeper while conjuring images of your unkempt hair and sleepy eyes. It wasn’t long until his dick sprung to life as he saw images of you with one of his pillows between your legs, whimpering as you drag your dripping cunt back and forth along the fabric. He couldn’t help the need to desperately pump his cock to sinful visions of his precious girl.

This morning it’s about six when Leon unlocks the front door and quietly walks inside. He completed his mission hours before. He was tired, but it had been short, only about a week, and relatively easy. He told you he would be home in the evening, but he’d finished earlier than expected.

He trudges through the house and down the hall to his bedroom, collapsing in bed at the forefront of his mind. It’s not until he reaches the door and hears your deep breathing that it occurs to him that his bed is currently occupied. He gently pushes the door open and walks in, planning on rousing you so you could get your money and be on your way. When he sees you though, that plan vanishes from his mind.

The sight of you nearly melts him into a puddle. He pads closer to the bed, careful not to disturb you. Your shiny hair is draped across the pillow as you lie on your stomach with one leg hiked up. Your arms rest close to your face, their raised position causing your t-shirt to ride up and allowing him to see your waist. The blanket was tangled between your legs, and his eyes are immediately drawn to the junction of your thighs covered only by those thin panties you wore.

Despite your beauty, he controls himself. He pulls the blanket over your lower body and sits beside you to contemplate his next move. He came up with a few different things he could do, but all he wanted right now was to watch you sleep. He felt like such a creep, but you looked heavenly in this state. His ears strained to hear those delicate exhales coming from your parted lips.

He could just go sleep on the couch until you woke up. He could just wake you up and offer to let you stay until you had your bearings. Or he could just let himself enjoy this a little more.

He wanted to wake you though. He wasn’t fully sure of what he was doing, but if there was any part of you that had reservations he wanted to know. It would rip his heart to shreds if he frightened you somehow. He begins rubbing your back in long soothing strokes. He makes small circles with his fingers every so often. You stir a little, but don’t wake.

He continues his ministrations, smiling at your sleeping form. He uses his other hand to brush your hair from your face. He strokes the locks away from your closed eyes before leaning closer to you. He can smell that familiar scent that had driven him to humping the sheets for the last few months.

“Hey Angel, need you to wake up for me,” he coos in your ear, his hot breath fanning across the side of your head.

It slowly registers inside your unconscious mind that you aren’t dreaming. Actual fingers are coasting along your back. An actual voice is coaxing you back to reality.

A low hum emits from your throat as you shift to face the source of your disturbance. Your eyes open, still heavy from sleep, and Leon enters your field of vision. For a second, you wonder if you’re still dreaming.

“There she is,” he whispers, giving you that charming smile. He runs his fingers along your jaw and tilts your chin to turn your face completely in his direction.

You feel your brain malfunctioning as he floods your senses. The morning light coming through the window illuminating him as he looks down at you. The deep timbre of his voice speaking to you. His rough fingertips dragging across the smooth expanse of your cheek.

Soon as your eyes come into focus and your mind clears the fog of sleep a little, you grasp enough of the situation to feel a jolt of panic. It felt like you woke up late for school. You shoot up in bed and look at him with wide, apologetic eyes.

“Oh my God, Leon, I’m so sorry. I thought you wouldn’t be back until tonight. I’ll be ready in a minute. Just-” you ramble. You go to fling the blanket off of you, but remember you didn’t wear shorts to bed. You have to sit there, looking at him as you feel heat creeping to your cheeks.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he cuts you off with a quiet chuckle, gently catching your arm when you sit up, “I finished a little early. You don’t need to rush out the door. I figured you’d still be asleep.”

The look in his eyes soothes you. He has that rugged, worn out look that he gets when he comes back from missions. Your heart rate falls back down to normal levels, but your eyes still cast downwards, a little embarrassed he’d caught you unprepared. His fingers trail up and down your arm, and you shift a little to try and hide the fact that your nipples are hardening beneath the flimsy fabric of your shirt.

“Thank you. I’ll be up in a few though. I know you’re probably tired,” you say, giving him a sheepish smile.

He moves so that he’s further on the bed with you. He lays back on the pillows and looks up at you, rubbing your back how he was before you woke up. 

“Mmmm, I am, but you still don’t need to rush. I’m not gonna complain about a sweet thing like you warming my bed,” he says, that teasing smile spreading across his face and his fingers starting to trace patterns exclusively on the small of your back.

Your eyes flit away as your own smile grows on your face. How were you supposed to be normal about this? You look down at your hands in your lap and mutter a thank you.

“Honey, you really don’t need to be so shy all of the sudden,” he says softly, but there’s a smug lilt to his voice as well. You bite your lip as his hand begins fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

He can’t help the smirk and predator-like glint in his eyes that form at your reaction. This was it. That little smile and refusal to meet his eyes was all he could stand. He was closing in now. The flirtation between you two had gone on long enough. He wanted this, and if you wanted it too, his mind couldn’t find a reason to deny the two of you any longer.

“Sweetheart, if you have something to tell me, you can come out and say it. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to,” he says as he reaches up to pull your hair behind your shoulder and out of your face, “And, lately I’m starting to think that’s what you want.”

You look over to him now, your eyes staring into his. Your limbs feel weak, disbelief coursing through your veins. Your thoughts stampede through your mind, but you eventually force the words from your throat.

“I think I want that too,” you breathe. Your heart seizes at his brows playfully rising. You lay down on the bed, resting on your side so that you and Leon are face to face. Your pulse thunders in your ears while you try to conceal how shaky your breathing is.

He scooches over to you, pushing you on to your back and propping himself on his elbow so he’s positioned above you. He leans down and presses two faint kisses to your cheeks. Pulling back, he looks into your eyes and strokes your cheek again with the same soft and slow movements.

“Think, babydoll? I think you know what you want,” he whispers, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip, “I think you’ve known for a while. Wearing all those cute little outfits, prancing through my house and brushing against me like a kitten. You were just begging for my attention.”

You squirm slightly under the spotlight of his affection. Somehow, you maintain eye contact even though every cell in you feels the urge to look away. Part of your mind wonders if he’s still teasing. If he’s about to pull away and leave you wanting.

Before you could overthink anymore, his head lowers to the crook of your neck. He takes a deep breath of you as he moves himself further on top. 

“Now, you’ve got it, but all you had to do, sweet thing, was ask,” he says as his mouth ghosts over your neck, “That’s all you have to do right now. Just want to hear that you want me as bad as I want you.”

“Yes,” you whimper without a second thought, “Please touch me.”

“That’s my good girl,” he hums as he begins kissing your neck. The kisses are soft. They’re barely there, but they’re overwhelming to you. You can’t help the pathetic sound that leaves your lips as you tilt your head back. The hand that had been touching your face trails down to your waist and begins caressing your side under your shirt.

His tongue gently laps against the skin of your neck between kisses. Your whole body is starting to heat up while simultaneously getting chills. Every inch of you aches for his touch. Your thighs subconsciously spread as your breathing becomes heavier.

Leon lets out a small laugh at your display. “You must really want this Baby. Just a few kisses and rubs and you’re already mine,” he murmurs as his lips move up your neck and down your jaw. He kisses your lips next, giving your bottom lip a little nip.

Another needy sound escapes your mouth. You return the kiss and flick your tongue against his lips. “I do, wanted this since I met you,” you moan, your body writhing for more.

“Naughty girl,” he teases against your lips, “That’s okay though, Angel. I’m the same way. Wanted a handful of these pretty tits since I saw you.” His hand moves up and kneads your breast. His fingers massage the flesh before centering and pinching your nipple. 

You whine and arch into his touch. Your eyes flutter as your face contorts with desire. He slides over you, straddling your waist. He stares down at you and takes in what was finally in his grasp. He coos for you to sit up a little while he pulls your shirt off of you. You comply and then flop back against the pillows. Now exposed from the waist up, his eyes feel even more intense. He’s locked on to the view of your tits.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he mutters, “Even better than I imagined.” His hands cup the sides of your breasts, groping them a bit. You can now see his cock beginning to strain against his jeans. Your mouth waters at the sight, but it’s gone when he leans down to take a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue circles the peak before lapping against it, drawing more whines from you. Your body arches into his touch while his hands never let up their fondling. You take your lip between your teeth again. He moves to give the other nipple the same treatment, leaving the other one cold as the air touches the saliva-coated skin.

He plays with your breasts for a while more before drifting down your abdomen, lavishing your stomach with kisses. He squeezes your waist as he playfully tugs the hem of your panties with his teeth. He looks up at you deviously. “Your nipples were so hard, I bet your pussy’s fucking soaked for me.”

All you can do is nod, any verbal response tangled up in your esophagus. He leans back on his knees and swiftly pulls the garment off. His pupils seem blown out as he gets a look at your cunt. He pushes your thighs to your stomach, spreading you out for his gaze. You felt so exposed, at his mercy as he held you there and just looked at you. Your arms reach down and pull at the hem of his shirt.

“Wanna see you too,” you whimper with pleading eyes.

“Yeah?” he says with a soft smile. He leans back and pulls his shirt off. It takes everything in you to hold back a gasp. “Been fantasizing about me, have you?”

Your eyes rake along his chiseled abdomen, drinking in every line and shadow of his muscular frame. You reach out and pull him back on top of you. His grin grows, and he indulges you. You connect your mouths again, this time sliding your tongue inside his. He groans at your sudden eagerness. He runs his hand through your hair while you feel up his back, exploring the definition there.

You give him a little push, signaling that you want to roll over. His body flips over and takes you with him so that you’re positioned how you wanted. You make out for a minute more until you pull back, looking at him with your lustful eyes and swollen lips.

“Wanna suck your cock,” you say simply, sliding down his body so that you’re lying between his legs. You nuzzle against the bulge in his pants before unzipping them and tugging them down.

His eyes follow your every movement. He pets your head as you rub your face against the outline of his dick. He tilts his head back and lets out a sigh. 

“That’s a good girl, just gotta give you some love and then you loosen up, don’t you?” he coos.

“Mhm,” you hum. You kiss his solid length over the cloth of his boxers. Then, finally, what you had been waiting for since meeting Leon. You loop your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and pull them down, unveiling his beautiful cock.

You wrap your fingers around it, just an exploratory touch. You feel the veins in your hold and the heat radiating from his shaft. You slowly bring your head to the tip to give him some tiny licks. Your eyes dart to his face, looking for approval.

Leon’s chest ached from the way you were looking at him like he was a god. When your tongue sticks out and your eyes return his stare, he nods at you and keeps stroking your hair. Your lips soon wrap around the tip, and you bob your head a little. He groans and his hips twitch.

“That’s a good girl, baby. Good fucking girl,” he moans as your head slides further down his member. His fingers lace through your hair, pulling a little.

The praise only makes you more enthusiastic. You move up and down with more speed, making lewd slurping noises as you work. His hand on your head and his sounds of pleasure has heat collecting in your belly, leaking out of your dripping pussy.

His head rests against the head board as he watches you with half-open eyes. His eyes squeeze shut and his body tenses as you push your head all the way down, taking him into your throat. Spit trickles from your mouth and drips on to his pelvis.

“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he whimpers, tugging on your hair a little. You taste his pre cum leaking on your tongue. A gagging noise comes from you and his hips twitch harder. He barely restrains himself from bucking up and lodging himself deeper in your throat. You moan around his cock, driving him even crazier. He feels the rush of an orgasm approaching and tugs your hair with more firmness, guiding your head up and off his lap. You whine softly as you lose the taste of him.

“Sorry, pretty girl, don’t wanna cum just yet,” he says.

You crawl back up his body, so you’re in his arms again. You kiss his cheeks and the corners of his mouth as he rolls the two of you over so he’s on top again. He connects your lips in a deep kiss, tasting himself on you as he drags the tip of his cock through your slippery folds.

He doesn’t tease for long though. Soon enough, he’s pushing himself into your tight cunt. You both let out a symphony of sinful noises. Leon watches as your face contorts with pleasure as he stretches you out. You both felt a budding sense of satisfaction after finally receiving what you craved for the last several months.

He bottoms out inside of you. His head falls forward against your neck. He pants as he holds himself together and lets you adjust, keeping an iron grip on your hips. Your fluttering around him as you accommodate his girth. Your nails lightly dig into his back while you cling to him.

He begins thrusting with slow and deep strokes. You moan out his name a few times with a variety of expletives. He keeps his face buried in your neck, grunting as he feels the velvety sensation of your walls around his length. His motions become more fluid as he finds a rhythm with you.

“That’s right Angel, better than your dreams?” he murmurs against your neck.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you whimper, “So much better. Think your cock was made for me.”

“That so, Baby? I’m made to fill up a precious girl like you? Keep you happy and full of cum,” he growls into your neck, his thrusts gaining intensity.

You nod thoughtlessly as he continues battering your insides, gliding over your sweet spot repeatedly.Your arms wrap tighter around him as you feel yourself getting dragged closer and closer to the edge. Your noises become more strained as Leon lays sloppy kisses on the side of your head.

He hooks his arms underneath your knees and brings your thighs up to your abdomen again. His arm loops around and thumbs your clit as he slams himself in and out. Your back arches and you squirm from the rush of white hot pleasure. You’re right there, not able to hold on for much longer.

“I’m gonna have you so full of my cum today, it’s gonna be dripping out of you still the next time you’re here,” he grunts into your ear, “Make sure your pussy remembers me till I can fill her again.”

His vulgar words rip a high pitched moan from your throat and cause your eyes to roll back. “Fuck, Leon, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

“Go ahead, sweet girl. Squeeze me nice and tight,” he moans, his own voice getting strained.

You do as he says. The orgasm overtakes you. You release a strangled cry as your body rhythmically rolls into the feeling. Your pussy clamps around Leon tight, sucking him deep and keeping the attention on that blissful spot. The thrill of satisfaction rushing through your mind only works you further. Your eyes flutter and your lips part as you completely let go.

As he watches you cum, he notes that it might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The sight of your gorgeous body writhing and trembling because of him. The primal sounds of your moans and cries. It’s too much for him. He growls and grunts into your neck, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He snaps even harder into you and floods you with his sticky, hot cum.

You both ride the waves of euphoria together until you both start coming down. He basically collapses on you as he catches his breath and you wipe the sweat from your brow. After a minute, he pushes himself off of you and flat on to the bed next to you. He gazes at the ceiling as his chest continues to rise and fall with the need for more oxygen.

You sit up slowly, realizing he probably wants you gone now. Like he said, you feel his cum leaking out of you as you move to grab your panties from the corner of his bed. This is how you expected it to be, but it still hurt a little. Nothing you couldn’t handle though. Your pulling them back on when your snapped out of your thoughts by Leon’s arm around your waist, dragging you to him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks teasingly, spooning you and softly kissing beneath your ear, “You got what you wanted and now you’re running out?”

“Oh, uhhh… I thought you’d want me to leave,” you say quietly.

He guides your face so you’re looking at him. His eyes are still soft but more serious. “You think I would just fuck you and then throw you out on your ass? You’ve been sleeping in my bed for months, but you don’t know me as well as you think,” he says and kisses your nose, “You don’t have anywhere to be today, yeah? You thought you’d be here till later anyway.”

You nod in agreement, your eyes casting down with some embarrassment over your assumption.

“Hey, don’t get all shy on me now. There’s no reason for it,” he teases, “We have all day for me to show you how I want to take care of you. Just give me a moment, I’m not as young as I use to be.”

[ohnococo]

Pining Hiromi Higuruma HCs

(Hiromi Higuruma, pining away for you, his coworker. Except he's kind of a pervert about it.)

Hiromi Higuruma who always listens to your professional opinion, and makes sure to credit you to coworkers and higher ups.

Hiromi Higuruma who becomes your lunchtime venting buddy early on. Sometimes you’ll catch each other's eyes and he’ll give you that look that lets you know he has some shit he needs to say RIGHT now so it’s time to take a break.

Hiromi Higuruma who is happy to help you out off the clock because at least you give him something to look forward to during his stressful days. He really does want to support you in your career growth (among other things).

Hiromi Higuruma who takes turns with you buying each other lunch, then dinner when you have to order takeout for overtime. He knows your go-to order from every place that delivers to your office.

Hiromi Higuruma who looks ten times more stressed when you get back from any time off. His jokes get increasingly more serious about how you “can’t just leave me on my own like that” even when you aren’t working on the same things so your presence makes no difference. Except it does. To him. He feels like his head is going to explode from dealing with work all day without those little moments of relief from being around you.

Hiromi Higuruma who glares at anyone making jokes about him being your “work husband” because it’s unprofessional and “two people can just get along without there being something to it.”

Hiromi Higuruma who knows there absolutely is something to it because he’s so, so bad at not thinking indecent things about you all day long. He doesn’t even know if you’re flirting with him or if it's all in his head. What he does know is he can't bring himself to show restraint over how much time he spends with you in the office.

NSFW/18+ ONLY UNDER THE CUT

Hiromi Higuruma who, when you eventually bring up adding him on social media, takes weeks to add you back because he knows he can’t be trusted with access to a collection of pictures of you. He was already battling guilt over jerking off to the picture of you on your LinkedIn. It was so posed and styled that it barely looked like your day to day self but it was all he had outside of his imagination for months.

Hiromi Higuruma who feels like a disgusting fucking pervert when he makes a whole folder of saved pics that make his dick twitch after clicking through every single picture. Innocuous things like a photo of you sitting down, looking up at whoever was taking it with a twinkle in your eye - ammo enough for him to picture you looking like that on your knees in front of him. God help him if he finds a picture of you in a swimsuit, or anything more revealing than your work attire. He knows it's scumbag behaviour, and he knows it's risky having them on his phone because he'd look like a crazy person if someone ever saw him with a hidden collection of seemingly innocent pictures of you, but after months and months of pining he sometimes finds he has to lock himself in the bathrooms at work to stroke his cock looking at them. Especially if you've shown up wearing those heels.

Hiromi Higuruma who so helpfully accepts your request to house sit for you when you’re going to be gone for a week. All he needs to do is pop in to water some plants, maybe feed a cat or some fish, just generally check everything was in order. He knows from the second you leave your key with him that he will be an absolute freak about it too. The first time he goes over he finds himself looking in your dirty clothes hamper, heartbroken to find it empty. He doesn’t even finish the actual job he’d come there to do because he feels that fucking guilty for being a creep.

Hiromi Higuruma who, a day later, comes back, waters your plants, and settles for stealing a pair of clean panties to spend the rest of the week jerking off into. He’ll return them washed, right back where he’d found them, the day before you come home. And he'll miss them just as much as he hates himself for doing any of it in the first place.

Hiromi Higuruma who makes you second guess if he really liked you as much as you thought when he starts asking when you’re going on vacation next. It’s not that he doesn’t miss you while you’re gone… it’s that he can’t stop kicking himself for not rifling through your drawers to see what sex toys you use on yourself. 

Dating Co-Worker Hiromi Higuruma HCs

[strangersteddierthings]

Bad News First, Eddie

Part One 🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇FInal Part

"Bad news first, Eddie," Steve sighs as he leans back on his heels, cleaner in one hand and a rag in the other. "They vandalized your headstone again. Good news, I beat Wayne out here so he won't be seeing it."

It's been over a year since they'd had to leave Eddie behind. He'd been cleared of the murders. That had been the easy part, since the Upside Down had exploded out into the Rightside Up. When Vecna started killing people it had been pretty easy for people to realize Eddie was just another victim.

Or so Steve had thought.

Eleven saved them all, the people of Hawkins knew the truth, yet Steve still found graffiti on Eddie's grave.

Eddie's grave is empty, because Eddie's body hadn't been recovered. Too much had happened, no time to mount an expedition to retrieve it, and the gates were closed. Another regret Steve lives with.

Like not taking Eddie's face between his hands and looking him dead in the eye when he told them not to be heroes.

Late at night, Steve sometimes imagines he did just that. Looked him dead in the eyes and said, "there is no shame in running, in living to see another day. Don't be a hero because I need you to be okay tomorrow."

Robin says it's not good for his mental health, these what-if scenarios, but so what?

Steve isn't sure what started it but coming out here to talk to Eddie seems to help him clear his thoughts. He always starts with the bad news, Eddie's voice in the back of his mind. Bad news first, always.

The first time Wayne had caught him out here, Wayne thought he was vandalizing. Had scared Steve half to death being yanked back violently by his upper arm. It didn't take Wayne long for his eyes to process that Steve wasn't holding paint.

"You know my boy?" Wayne always spoke in the present tense about Eddie.

"Not as well as I would have liked, sir," Steve swallowed thickly. It was the start of a friendship, of sorts. Wayne seemed happy to have someone to tell stories about Eddie to, and Steve was happy to learn about Eddie.

Months pass and Steve goes every week.

"Bad news. The new guitarist is mediocre at best. Good news. Corroded Coffin lives on and they finally got a new guitarist."

"Bad news. Robin will not shut up about Vickie. Good news. Robin got that date she wanted."

"Bad news. Wayne had an accident at the plant. Good news, he's okay. I think... this might be weird to you, but I've convinced him to move in, at least until he's healed fully so he's not alone. He's staying in the downstairs guest room. Not that you know where that is. You've never even been to my house... bad news, you've never been to my house. Good news, I really wish you had."

So it goes. Wayne Munson moves in and never moves out. Steve's parents call once, to ask if he wants the house. Steve says yes.

Shortly after, Robin takes a room upstairs. Says she gonna take a year off school before college. The Party moves their dnd games to Steve's giant dining room table. His house is always full but part of Steve feels empty.

"B-bad news," Steve forces the words out around the lump in his throat, "I found out too late. Good news, I'm bisexual. Bad news, good news? I don't know man, the news is I could have loved you. I think I do, but that's the you Wayne and the kids tell me about, so who is to say really."

So it goes.

"Bad news. They're seniors this year, Eds. Seniors! Robin going away to college was bad enough. I don't know if I'll even know how to function when they do. 'Cause they're gonna, you know? They're smart. Too smart to stay in this town," Steve is crying, can feel the tears falling, but doesn't stop them. "I know I should go, too. Somewhere else. Anywhere else. But I can't leave. Wayne's here. You're here. And if I go, who will look after either of you?"

"Bad news. College acceptance letters have come in. They're not even graduated yet. This should be good news, but, heh, friends don't lie."

"Bad news, Eds. I can't remember your voice. I didn't think.... I feel like I remember it but I can't hear it. I want to hear it. I-i need-" Steve doesn't know what he needs, doesn't know how to end that sentence so he just sobs, fingers burying themselves into the dirt of an empty grave.

Wayne gets a phone call one day and says he's gotta go back to Tennessee. Eddie's father -that rocks Steve because while he knows Wayne was Eddie's uncle, he never connected that a father was somewhere out there- Eddie's father, Wayne's younger brother, needs him.

Steve drives Wayne to the airport in Indianapolis. Wayne promises he'll return but Steve won't hold him to that. This is family, and as much as Steve pretends, he isn't Wayne's nephew. Isn't Wayne's family.

As Wayne disappears onto his flight, Steve is left hollow. There's no one left in Hawkins that needs him.

"Bad news, Eds. I think I'm a danger to myself. I keep having these thoughts... like how easy it would be to drive my car into the quarry. Or just slip into the pool and take a deep breath. I don't know who I am, or how to be me, without someone needing me."

Wayne calls and tells him he's coming home. Bringing a guest if that's ok. Steve says okay because he needs to meet the man who taught Eddie how to hot wire a car but not play catch. Also, he hopes to hear Eddie in his voice when they speak.

"Bad news, Eds. I'm too much of a coward to meet your old man. Afraid of what he'll sound like. Because I want him to sound like you so fucking bad it hurts. So instead of being home, I'm hiding here."

And then, a miracle happens.

"Well, I've some bad news for you, too, Stevie. I got my voice from my mom."

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We can't be friends | LN4

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You were his teammate's before you were his.

You were Oscar's girlfriend. Oscar's best friend. Oscar's rock.

And Lando admired Oscar, he even felt protective of the driver. Yet, he couldn't help but wish the one thing he couldn't: your love.

Lando was your boyfriend's good friend, as close as it could be to becoming best friends, as close as a working relationship would let. He was the one Oscar ran to when he needed to vent about driving, or needed advice. Yet, you couldn't help but fall for the one person you couldn't: Lando.

It happened too fast. It took you by surprise. One second you were visiting the McLaren facility for the first time, and the second you were facing ocean-green eyes with a hint of light blue. One second honey brown was your favorite, the other you couldn't help but crave the unknown of light green. You thought it was a good friendship, the kind people write those sayings about, souls that find each other but aren't supposed to fall romantically, souls that are destined to be friends, the best of friends. However, you did crave it. 

Lando knew how to make you laugh the way no one else knew. He had the best hug in the world, strong arms, warm body, his breath hitting your skin just right. One glance and you were done.

And done is what you decided to be with your years-long relationship with Oscar. You would not lead Piastri on. Before his girlfriend, you were his best friend, and so you sat down and with teary eyes told him you fell for someone else. The Aussie was a smart guy, he tried to brush it off all those months, he told himself Lando was that friendly with everyone, that the British worried about everyone else the way he worried about you, while deep down he knew something else was growing, something else was already there by the time you so much as shared your first glance. But you were his first love, his first girlfriend, his best friend. You shared everything together. He won with you by his side, he lost with you there too, so Piastri wasn't ready to let go.

That's the funny thing about heartbreak, it doesn't wait until you're ready, it doesn't give you an evacuation notice, it just bursts in one day and tells you that the house that used to be filled with joy and love is about to be empty for God knows how long.

Oscar wasn't ready for his house to be vacant. Because the void would feel so much bigger without his teammate as well, it was obvious that their friendship would be compromised after the end of his relationship. He lost not only his lover but his friend as well.

Hence why he was so bitter about that particular ending. You took everything with you. Every memory of his life had you, the happiest and saddest, and you didn't even leave him the option of blaming you, because you broke up with him. You didn't cheat. You didn't go behind his back. You chose to end things with him so that you could be with Lando, and for a few days, even weeks, Oscar wished that you had cheated on him, that you had broken his heart in the nastiest possible way, because what you did end up being even worse.

When you started attending more races you knew you couldn't be friends with Lando, you told him so. It was too risky, too hard. Impossible. So you kept repeating to each other you couldn't be friends until one day you could – or so you thought. Because as it turns out, when you're famous your life is not always yours, not only yours. Oscar was famous.

And so was Lando.

The public was already reading between the lines whenever you interacted with Lando. People can try to lie with their bodies, but their eyes usually turn them in, and you guessed your eyes turned you and Lando to the fans. So much so, that they decided to throw hate when your breakup with Oscar was announced.

Every piece of social life you had was disturbed by spam accounts and fan accounts. Angry and bitter messages. Threats and more threats.

Lando's career was on the line, and so was yours because people started showing up at your work asking about you, about Oscar, and about the British guy you were in love with.

Oscar kept his silence. His heart was too shattered for him to care. The truth was, somehow, he felt like that was your curse: you couldn't even be friends anymore. Not him and you. Not you and Lando. Not him and Lando.

"I'll be alright," Lando whispered trying to give you a small glimpse of reassurance.

You nodded, you knew it was true – or so you hoped, but for that to be true you would have to give up way too much. "We can't be friends," you confessed, and the silence almost swallowed you two. It broke your heart the way his eyes shone with tears, the eyes you loved so much, eyes you wanted to swim in, lost yourself in. "But for today I would like to just pretend," you added, intertwining your fingers.

Lando bit his lips but nodded, the situation was complex. You used your free hand to trace his sharp features and closed your eyes when your noses bumped. You felt his warmth, held him close one last time, kissed him in a final way – a way only lovers that wish with all their being to be together but can't, knew.

When you realized your feelings for Lando, you knew you couldn't be anything more than friends. Just friends. Now, a couple of months later, not even that would suffice. You couldn't be your lover's love, and worst of all you couldn't be your lover's friend.

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[realdramalove69]

Imagine being pregnant back to back to back to back….

Anna sighed heavily, each footstep painful as she made her way down the stairs. Her back ached, her baby filled belly constantly moving and weighing her down. Her large maternity dress barely covered her belly, the bottom of it only inches off the ground. At only twenty three years old she was already on her fifth pregnancy and this litter was her biggest yet.

She walked into the kitchen and began the task of preparing breakfast for her many children and her husband. She herself was starving, but she ate last. Her family took priority. Bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, and bottles of milk for her many smaller babies.

As the sound of sizzling bacon wafted through the house her older children began to stir, making their way into the kitchen. Her oldest, a set of quints, helped get the younger children in their seats, setting the table for their gravid mother.

Anna looked at her children, not quite believing she already had so many. When she was eighteen her and her boyfriend, Dave, had sex for the first time, resulting in the quints. They were shocked to find out they were having so many but the doctor couldn’t explain it. Anna was just very fertile. Ever since then Dave kept her pregnant, not wanting her womb to be empty for even a second. Another set of quints and octuplets shortly followed and her last litter, a set of ten, was still sleeping soundly upstairs in their cribs.

Anna rubbed her belly. She was nearing her due date with the baker’s dozen now residing inside of her and she was eager to finally get them out. Anna was tired of having babies. She didn’t want to be pregnant anymore. Instead she wanted to spend time with the many children she already had; another part of her also wanted to just be a kid herself, enjoying the perks of being nearly twenty one.

“Morning,” Anna’s husband, Dave, said as he entered the kitchen. He lovingly stroked her belly, feeling the large babies beneath the skin. “How are my babies doing today?”

“They’re restless, that's for sure,” Anna replied.

“Well they only have a few more weeks in there.” Dave kissed her belly button, making her moan lowly as he rubbed her sensitive skin, pushing up her large maternity shirt to show off her gravid curves.

Anna tried to push him away but her belly was too big. She couldn’t reach him past her stretched womb. She instead handed Dave a plate and watched him sit down. She served the rest of her children before making herself a large plate, her cravings always getting the best of her.

Dave quickly ate. “I’ve got to get to the office. But you all be good for mommy today!” He kissed the heads of his children and left, leaving Anna to get the kids ready for the day all by herself.

It was a tough task taking care of her twenty eight children all by herself. Dave believed in traditional husband and wife roles: he would work and get to come home and relax while she took care of the house. All while giving him even more babies. She got the two sets of quints dressed for pre-school and loaded them into the large minivan, her mom stopping by to help drive them to school. Anna had lost the ability to drive months ago when her belly wouldn’t fit behind the wheel anymore.

“Good morning,” Anna’s mom, Crystal, said. “How are my grandbabies today?”

“Good!” the kids shouted.

Crystal patted her daughter’s belly and smiled. “How blessed your family is. So many babies and more to come.”

Anna forced a smile. “Yeah, I can't quite believe it sometimes. Can you pick them up at around 3 for me?”

“Of course! Anything for you. And I’ll be by after I drop them off to help with the little little ones.”

Crystal drove off with the ten kids leaving Anna alone to take care of the other 18. She grunted as she walked back up the stairs, needing to feed the babies. She had to go up the stairs sideways, her stomach squished between her and the railing. She sat heavily in the rocking chair and heaved her large breasts out of her shirt before beginning the long task of feeding ten fat and hungry babies.

Anna couldn’t help but resent her husband's lack of help. She was tired all the time, especially with thirteen more babies on the way. And she wanted a break from all of it. She knew getting pregnant again would only make her bigger and she dreaded the fact that one of these pregnancies would make her immobile. She rubbed her belly as the babies finished eating, concerned about how to even broach this topic with her baby crazy husband.

The end of the day finally came, her children were in bed, and Anna was able to take her gravid body to her own bedroom where she laid down heavily, the frame creaking under her weight. Dave rubbed her near full term belly. He couldn’t get enough of her pregnant form, demanding sex almost nightly. Anna would oblige, letting her husband pound away at her while she laid there, wondering how she could convince him to stop having babies.

After Dave busted in her he laid back next to her, panting heavily.

“How much longer until I can put another batch in you,” he said.

“I wanted to talk about that, actually,” Anna said. She pushed herself into a seated position, rubbing her belly to calm her babies. “I don’t want to get pregnant again.”

Dave frowned. “At all?”

Anna nodded. “I’m tired all the time. There's so many babies to take care of already and it's hard to do with this sticking out of me. I need a break.”

“You’re my wife. You’re supposed to give me a family.”

“I have given you a family. I’m telling you now, I’m starting birth control the minute these babies are born. Or you're getting a vasectomy. Got it?”

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this?”

“Because, Dave, this isn’t exactly what I thought my life would be.”

Dave nodded. “Alright. If it’s what you want. I will respect it.”

“Thank you. Goodnight.”

Anna turned on her side to try and get some sleep, surprised at how well that conversation went.

Dave, however, was not about to let his wife be without child. He laid awake, coming up with ways to convince Anna to get pregnant again. He even googled fertility drugs, wondering if there was a way he could replace the birth control with them instead.

The next morning Dave hopped out of bed and left the house quickly, leaving Anna alone with the sleeping children. He needed a plan. He went to his place of work, a science lab dedicated to advancing humans faster than ever before. While Dave may have been young, he was incredibly smart and worked through the ranks quickly, learning all that he could.

Dave went to his lab and looked around. He was the first one there, just as he hoped. He opened his locked drawer and pulled out a notebook labeled “Fertility”. He had been studying his wife’s extreme fertility for awhile now, all in secret. He had wanted to create a way for even the most barren of women to be able to conceive but now he wanted something that would make even those who hated kids want to do nothing but breed. He studied his previous concoctions and set to work creating a small bottle of what looked like perfume.

“This better work,” he muttered to himself. He grabbed the small bottle and pocketed it before locking away his secrets once again.

-------

A month later and Anna found her stomach flat once again as the 13 new babies laid crying around her. She had given birth on time, per usual, and all her babies were large and healthy. Dave smiled as he picked up the two week old babies, looking at his wife who seemed less than eager about the task ahead of her.

“How many miracles we have made,” Dave said.

“I know. But I’m not sure how I will be able to take care of them all myself.”

“You’re a wonderful mother. You will find a way.”

Dave kissed her but he could sense Anna’s resentment. He set the babies down and decided this was the right time.

“I have a gift for you,” Dave said. “Come with me.”

Anna followed her husband to their bedroom. A gift from him was rare and Anna was confused as to what the occasion was.

“Did I forget an anniversary?” Anna asked.

“No! I just wanted to show my wife how much I appreciate her.”

Dave handed her a neatly wrapped box. Anna took it and unwrapped it, revealing the small glass bottle.

“It’s perfume,” Dave said. “The lady said it smelled like lemons and honey which I know is your favorite.”

Anna smiled. “Thank you! This is actually very thoughtful.”

“Why don’t you try it out?”

Anna obliged, taking the perfume and spritzing it on her wrists and neck. It smelled amazing, making her close her eyes and breathe it in deeply.

“Wow,” Anna whispered. “That’s amazing.”

When she opened her eyes she looked her husband up and down and licked her lips. She was suddenly feeling very...horny. Anna rubbed her flat stomach, feeling how empty it was and how full she needed it to be.

What is wrong with me? She thought to herself. Get a hold of yourself!

But the drug was more powerful than Anna’s own mind. Dave walked closer to her, pressing her body against his as he grabbed her plump rear, making her squeak.

“You want more babies?” Dave asked. “I know how empty you must feel.”

"No," Anna whimpered. "We said...no more..." But she felt her thighs rubbing together and her pussy growing wet at the thought of growing even bigger.

Dave grabbed her and picked her up, taking her to the bed and laying her on her back. She moaned in protest, but she couldn't fight the intense hormones now raging through her.

Dave wasted no time ripping off her yoga pants and thrusting himself into her, his cock filling her tight pussy. He gripped her leaking breasts and pumped faster, eager to fill her before the perfume wore off.

Anna couldn't help but moan and groan as he hit all her sensitive areas. She could hear the voice of reason in the back of her mind screaming at her to stop, knowing she would only get more pregnant, but she laid helpless on the bed, cumming over and over as Dave gripped her thighs.

"I'm gonna fill you until you burst!" Dave groaned as he felt his cock growing hotter.

Before Anna could get him out of her, he shot ropes of hot cum into her waiting vagina. He held himself against her, not wanting any of the precious seed to leak out.

Anna came again, rubbing her flat stomach, her senses returning to her as Dave leaned on top of her, sucking on her ripe tits.

"What did you do?!" Anna screamed.

"Gave you what you wanted," Dave replied. He pulled out of her and left her laying on the bed, cum still leaking from her.

Anna rubbed her stomach and started to cry, knowing what the next ten months would bring.

-------

Four months in and Anna was already huge. She rubbed her quintuplet sized belly, groaning as she tried to heave herself out of bed to tend to her crying newborns. Dave slept soundly beside her, not even attempting to help care for his kids.

Anna finally got herself standing, her hands pushing into her lower back. She waddled heavily to the nursery, her tits already leaking through her maternity nightgown.

"Shh shh," she cooed as she began to nurse the 13 new babies. Her previous ten began to stir as well, wanting their mother’s precious milk.

"Oh, there's too many," Anna said as she tried to soothe the babies she couldn't feed right away.

It took hours but finally all the babies were fed and asleep and Anna could take her tired body back to bed. She laid back down on her side, her belly hanging off the side of the mattress. Dave rolled over and rubbed her tummy, feeling the stretched skin. He kissed her neck, making her groan.

"You're so big already," he moaned. "I want you bigger."

“I can't get bigger. I'll burst!"

"You'll grow beautifully my gravid wife."

Dave pulled down her underwear and pushed his aching member into her pussy. She groaned as he pumped in and out of her, making the bed creak under her gravid weight. He grabbed the bottle of perfume and spritzed it on her neck, seeing her eyelids close gently as the extra hormones took over her.

Anna wanted to protest but she couldn't help but moan lustfully as Dave hit all her sensitive spots. This pregnancy was already so heavy and it made her hornier than ever before. She could feel all the weight of her tummy pushing on her hips and vagina as Dave rolled her onto her back, pressing his muscular torso against the underside of her belly. He gripped the sides of her belly as he thrust in and out of her, making her cry out.

“Oooohhh,” Anna moaned. “Oh fill me up! I’m already so full but I need more!”

“And I’ll give you more!” Dave grunted. He sucked on her belly button, his tongue pressing the flat flesh back into her stretched skin.

“Dave! I’m gonna cum!” Anna shrieked.

“Get ready for my babies!”

Dave thrust once more before busting inside of her. Anna groaned as she felt her own orgasm go through her, making her legs go limp. He pressed against her, shoving his cum into her, urging her to grow bigger and bigger.

“Oh,” Anna groaned as Dave pulled out of her and got her back on her side. “Oh it’s so big already.”

“Just how I like it,” Dave moaned. He rubbed her belly as she struggled to get comfortable, eager to know just how pregnant he had gotten her this time.

[roosterforme]

Batting Practice Part 16 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After the perfect day at the ballpark and a Phillies victory, the only thing you want is a sleepover with Bradley. But it's the care and attention he gives not only you, but also your son, that makes you want more and more with him.

Warnings: Smut, fluff and swearing

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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You were leaning across the seat, kissing Bradley's neck and whispering how much you had missed him while he drove. "The last week without you was unbearable, Coach."

"Kitten," he groaned as your hand cupped him through his jeans. "Baby, I'll never hurt you again. I'm so sorry."

You licked his jaw and whispered, "I know you won't. I believe you."

Bradley still felt like he was imagining this. He managed to get you and Everett back, but he would absolutely refuse to thank Jake for helping him. Hangman owed him that much. 

But Bradley would thank you. Over and over again.

"You can trust me, Kitten. I'm an idiot, sure, but I won't hurt you or Everett. You know I can't stand to see that kid cry."

You moaned softly next to his ear. "That makes you so sexy." As your fingers stroked along his inner thigh, he exited the highway and checked to make sure Everett was still sleeping in the rear view mirror. "Will you sleepover with me?"

He parked in your driveway behind your car and yanked you onto his lap. "I'll do whatever you want. Anything you want. I'll stay with you." You were yanking at his hair and rubbing yourself on him, and Bradley was trying his best to focus. He needed to get Everett inside and in bed before he could do anything else, and you didn't seem like you'd be able to make the best decisions on your own right now.

Bradley took your chin a little roughly in his hand. "Kitten, let me get Ev inside and tucked in bed first, yeah?"

You bit your lip and shivered in his arms, and he thought about just fucking you in the driveway. "Okay. Yeah. Let's take him inside."

Bradley lifted you out of the Bronco and set you down outside, and then he opened the back door and lifted Everett out of the booster seat. You ran ahead of him and unlocked the front door and turned on some lights. "Bedrooms are upstairs," you whispered as you kicked off your shoes, and Bradley followed you up the steps. 

Everett's bedroom was to the right, and when you flipped on the nightlight, Bradley saw that it was a hodgepodge of dinosaurs, baseball and trains. You pulled Everett's shoes off and set his home run baseball and Phillies cap on his dresser next to the baseball card binder. Bradley took his time, setting Everett gently down in his bed and smoothing the sheet and comforter over him. 

He stood there for a moment, and you slipped your hand in his but didn't pressure him to leave yet. Bradley loved being in your house and seeing Everett's room. He turned toward you and scooped you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. "Thanks for coming today," he whispered, carrying you back out into the hallway. "It would have killed me to have the third seat empty."

You pressed your lips to his as he found your room at the other end of the hallway, while your fingers tugged through his hair. The bedside lamp was on, and the room was glowing in the soft light. "I didn't want to have to tell you no."

He grinned against your lips. "I bet I can make you say yes a bunch of times."

You gasped against his lips, and he was about to set you down on your bed, when he paused. The stuffed Phanatic was propped up on your nightstand, and you were rubbing yourself against his abs again. He wanted you so badly in every way.

"Bradley," you whined, and he eased you gently down onto your back and kissed your lips and your chin and your neck. 

He nudged your legs further apart and whispered against your neck, "Kitten, is this a good time to ask you to officially be my girlfriend?" 

You grinned. "It's an excellent time."

"Mmm, good. Yeah." He kissed your lips hard, but you broke away, giggling underneath him. 

"Aren't you going to ask me?" You propped yourself up on your elbows and ran your feet up and down his thighs. 

"Oh, right. Kitten, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," you replied, unbuttoning his jersey and pushing it off his shoulders. You yanked his undershirt off and tossed it across the room, running your fingers through his sparse chest hair. Bradley awkwardly kicked his shoes off, sending one of them under your bed while you giggled again. But when he yanked your shirt up and pressed his lips to your belly button, you moaned. He kissed your soft skin while he unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans. 

"Mmm, I love you." When his tongue peeked out to taste you just above your pink lace underwear, you bucked up against him. "Relax, Kitten. I'll get my mouth on that pussy soon, baby."

"Bradley!" you groaned, bucking again before he hauled you to the middle of the bed so he had more room to work. 

"I'm right here," he replied softly, kissing your lips as he eased your shirt up. You arched your back so he could remove it, and he found a pink bra that matched your panties. "This is cute. I'm starting to think you wore this on purpose today."

You sighed as he stroked your tits through the fabric. "Nothing wrong with hoping," you told him as he yanked your jeans off. Bradley guided your legs up in the air and kissed the backs of your thighs, slowly easing your underwear along your legs and past your bent knees. He groaned as your pussy and your ass were on display for him, and he tossed your panties aside. 

"God damn, Kitten." He held your thighs with both hands and then spread your legs apart, sinking down until he was kissing your inner thighs and inhaling your perfect scent. "Fuck."

You reached down, tangled your fingers in his wavy hair, and guided his head until his mustache was brushing against your wet slit. "Taste me," you demanded breathlessly. "Now."

Bradley sucked on your slit, getting his face coated in your wetness as your fingers tightened in his hair. He dipped his tongue inside you without warning, and the sound you made had him grunting against you. He sucked and nibbled on you next to your opening and you were rubbing yourself up to meet his every move. 

"Bradley," you gasped, running your feet along his shoulders as he pressed his nose against your clit. When he dragged his lips up to suck on you there, you moaned a string of expletives in such a husky voice, his cock throbbed in his jeans. He sealed his lips around you and used his tongue, and a moment later you were practically screaming, still pulling his hair. 

"Kitten," he growled, looking up at you, back arched off the bed in pleasure. You were going to get loud, and while he couldn't fucking wait, he needed to close the door. He kissed you softly and licked you once before he released you and stood. 

"Where are you going?" you whined, propping yourself up on one hand with wide eyes and parted lips. You looked like a dream, pouting at him to come back to bed and bring you pleasure. Bradley unzipped his jeans, grunting as he freed his cock. He pulled his jeans off and stroked himself through his boxer shorts as you whimpered.

Then he softly closed your bedroom door and made his way back to the bed. "Just wanted to close the door so you can get louder." You eased yourself onto your back and watched him crawl across the bed toward you. He pushed you down into the plush bedding, letting his weight rest on top of you while he kissed your lips, and your tongue came out to taste yourself on him. You whimpered, and it was such a pretty sound. He pressed his mustache just below your ear and asked, "You want my mouth on your pussy again?"

"Please," you gasped, and Bradley watched your eyes flutter closed as he slipped one finger inside you.

"Been thinking about getting you wet since the pool party. Wanted to fuck you in the kitchen that day."

Your guttural groan as he added a second finger had you bucking against his hand. When you grabbed him by his hair again, he grinned at you. "Okay, Kitten," he mumbled and he eased himself down your body to wrap his lips around your clit again, making you get louder.

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You were soaking wet. You'd never been this wet before. Bradley had his face buried in your pussy, and you were pretty sure he was enjoying himself too, especially whenever you guided him with your hands in his hair. But now that you were close, you wanted to feel his cock inside you. "I want you to fuck me," you whined, wondering if you'd even be able to sit up right now. You were pretty sure you left a wet spot on the bed, and Bradley was licking your mess from his lips as he took his boxers off. 

You reached for him with your legs spread wide, and when you wrapped your fingers around his velvety length, he moaned. "I just want to make this perfect pussy feel good," he growled as he knelt between your wet thighs. 

Your moan was loud as you sat up and scooted closer to him until his cock was rubbing against your pussy. "Oh god, you're making me crazy, Coach," you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. He guided you back down, his tip pressing into your entrance as you keened for him. "Please!" You thrust your hips toward him fucking yourself around him as your head tipped back. 

"Kitten, baby, do you have condoms?" he asked, but you could feel him pushing himself deeper as he grunted. 

"I'm on the pill," you told him, and then he bottomed out inside you as you screeched. "Oh! God, Bradley! And I always made Frank use a condom."

He grabbed your hips and started thrusting. "Fucking hell, baby. You're so god damn tight," he gasped, moving inside you. "And you're gonna let me fuck you bare? I love you, Kitten. I do. This is too much. You feel so fucking good."

You knew you were getting loud, but you couldn't help it. He loved you. "Say it again," you demanded as his big hands wrapped around your back to unclasp your bra. He met your eyes as he tossed the pretty lace aside. 

"I love you." Then his lips were wrapped around your nipple as he fucked you hard, making your breasts bounce against his face. "How could I not? You're perfect."

You basked in the feel of him inside you and on top of you. His movements were so intentional, unlike anyone else. He was making you feel like everything you wanted and needed was important.

His jaw was clenched as he pressed his face against your neck and kept you so full of his big cock, you were already getting close. "I should have known," he growled. "Should have known you'd make all these noises like you did in the Bronco. Like you did over the phone when I was away. You like getting loud."

You were making a gasping sound as Bradley pressed his lips to yours, and you couldn't keep quiet. "Bradley!"

"Baby, you'll wake Ev," Bradley told you, and all the veins in his neck were straining as he pounded you into the bed before withdrawing. "Roll over."

You did as you were told, and it was maybe even better. Bradley fucked you face down into your pillow while he wrapped his right arm around your waist to rub your clit with your butt popped up in the air. He kept bottoming out and holding himself there, and each time it felt like another thread snapped until you were tumbling into your orgasm. 

"I love you, Kitten," he whispered next to your ear. "I love you."

You squeezed his cock, rocking your hips back into his as he filled you with his cum, his fingers finally slowing on your overstimulated clit. You lifted your head to look back at him over your shoulder, panting to catch your breath. 

"You're wild," Bradley said with a soft laugh, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. 

You didn't know you were wild. Frank was a dud in bed, and Danny only got you off occasionally, but it was never on purpose. Wild. Maybe you were only like this for Bradley. 

"I couldn't even get off with Frank unless I was thinking about you," you reminded Bradley and he kissed your shoulder blade. 

"Oh, I know. I love thinking about that," he said, his lips moving against your skin. "I love that I can make you wild." You settled your cheek against the pillow as Bradley kept himself buried inside you. He kissed along your shoulders and caressed your lower back and thighs with his hands as he eased you flat against the bed. 

His lips, hands and mustache were giving you goosebumps, and when he finally withdrew from you with a soft groan, you were in a blissful state of relaxation on your pillow. 

"Kitten, I need to go out to my car," Bradley murmured, climbing out of bed.

You sat up and watched him reach for his boxers and his undershirt. "I thought you were going to stay with me?" Now he was reaching under your bed in search of his shoes. 

"I am, baby," he promised as he stood, stroking your cheek and kissing your forehead. "I have something for you in my glove box. I'll be right back."

You snuggled under your blanket and listened to his feet on your stairs and the squeak of your front door. When you didn't hear his Bronco start up, but rather the sound of your front door again, you sighed in relief. He was staying. He was going to stay over.  

"This is for you," he announced softly as soon as he walked back into your room in just his underwear, shoes and a plain white tee. He was so handsome and looked so eager, you smiled and sat up. He was holding a golden chain with a little charm on it. "I didn't want to give it to you earlier and make it seem like I was just trying to get you to take me back. I bought it in Lemoore, and it's been in my car."

He sat down next to you as you grasped the little paw print charm and laughed. "Is this because you call me Kitten?"

He stroked your neck and kissed you so softly. "You're my Kitten," he whispered, and your nipples got hard for him as he clasped the necklace in place. 

Bradley gathered you onto his lap and ran his fingers along the chain. It was the only thing you were wearing, and you felt like it was a label. "Looks good," he told you, letting his fingers trail down between your breasts eliciting a whimper from you. Bradley groaned and let his fingers drift all the way down your belly until he was stroking your clit. 

To your surprise, you were ready for him again. You were still filled with his cum, but he didn't seem to mind as kissed your necklace and teased two fingers at your entrance. You rode his fingers as he moved at a leisurely pace, like it didn't matter how long it took, he was planning on getting you off at least one more time. 

"You have such a sweet pussy, Kitten. Are you wet because you want me or because you're filled up with my cum?"

You moaned at his words, head tipped back as you rubbed yourself against his undershirt. 

"I want to hear you say it," he growled, and you felt yourself clench softly around his fingers. 

"It's both," you whined, and he stroked your clit, your body responding like it was a reward. "I want you! And your cum is in my pussy!"

His lips settled unhurriedly on your neck, and he urged you to straddle him and grind yourself against his erection. He was hard, but he wasn't rushing you, so you got yourself good and worked up. Your voice was unsteady, and you felt yourself shaking as he pulled his boxers down below his balls, and you rode him right there on the edge of the bed. He was big and strong, and his feet were planted firmly on your floor. 

You bounced on him until you were gasping his name, head tipped back while he held you in place with both of his big hands on your hips. He was stroking your skin with his thumbs and praising you, and every time your clit met his pubic hair, you almost lost your mind. 

"I love feeling your body enjoying me," he whispered against your breasts. "So tight and warm."

You circled your hips a few times, and then you were making some seriously crazed noises as you came. Your movements became jerky, and then you went a little boneless as he held you tight. And when you felt more of cum dripping out of your pussy, you decided you wouldn't mind if Bradley kept you filled like this all the time. 

Exhausted, you draped your arms around his neck and let him hold you. He was telling you how good you were as you shivered at his touch. 

"You're staying, right?"

"I'm not leaving."

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You were curled up in bed, wearing Bradley's undershirt with the front of his body pressed to your back. "What time do I need to leave in the morning, Kitten?"

Your contented sigh had his lips on your shoulder immediately. "Do you want to stay for breakfast before work?"

Now that you mentioned it as an option, it was literally the only thing Bradley wanted. "Is that okay? With Ev?"

"Mmm," you hummed. "If you're my boyfriend, then I think Everett can get used to you being around." Your voice was sleepy, but you had Bradley fully alert now. "Unless you need to leave early to get your uniform."

"I'll make pancakes," he promised as you dozed off. It took him awhile, but your even breathing finally lulled him to sleep as well, his big hand spread across your belly. 

When your alarm went off at six, you and Bradley both jolted awake. You scrambled away from him to grab your phone and turn it off, and then Bradley was pulling you into his arms again. He'd slept so soundly in your bed, and whether it was because he was finally no longer in turmoil or because you made him feel so good, he wasn't sure. But as you turned in his arms to face him, he thought maybe it was both. 

"Morning, Coach," you whispered with a smile as you kissed him softly. Your fingers were laced with his, and you were so close to him, he could touch any part of you he wanted. And so he did. 

He ran his hand up your back, enjoying the feel of your soft skin against his calloused palm. "I love you."

You smiled as your eyes drifted closed. "I love you, too. Yesterday was perfect."

"You're perfect," he replied instantly, and he meant it. "What time does Ev get up? I don't want to make him uncomfortable, so you can kick me out if you want."

You glared at him. "I thought you were making me pancakes?"

He laughed against your lips. "I can do that."

Bradley took a quick shower with you, and then he dressed in his jeans and undershirt while he watched you get dressed in one of your suits for work. You put on a little makeup and talked to him the whole time. It felt natural, like you and he did this on a regular basis. 

"It's Monday!" you said suddenly. "I'll get to see you at practice!" You were adjusting your new necklace, and Bradley couldn't take his eyes off you. 

"I've been thinking, I need to start practicing more with Everett, pitch to him for real. Because if he wants to graduate from tee ball to baseball next year, he's going to need some more of the basic skills. But we do have almost a year to get him there."

You turned to look at him fully, your lips parted, but you didn't say anything for a moment. "You're gonna stick around," you whispered, and he wasn't sure if it was a question or not. 

"Yeah, Kitten." He nodded without a doubt in his mind. 

Then he heard the toilet down the hallway flush, and when you opened your bedroom door with Bradley behind you, Everett was standing in the hallway outside his room. His eyes were wide. You went to him, wrapping him in a hug with your high heels in one hand. 

"Morning, Ev." You kissed the top of his head, but he was looking past you to Bradley. And suddenly Bradley was wishing he had left when your alarm went off, because the last thing he wanted to do was upset this kid. 

"Did you have a sleepover?" he asked, and Bradley nodded but let you do the talking. 

"Uh, yeah... and now Bradley offered to make us some pancakes before I take you to school."

Everett nodded and asked, "Next time you sleepover, can we make a pillow fort before bed?"

"Absolutely, kiddo," Bradley confirmed with a smile. "Should I try to make pancakes that look like baseballs and bats?"

"Yeah! That's a good idea! Especially since the Phillies won!" Everett cheered, and Bradley followed him down to the kitchen with you right behind him. He got everything ready for pancakes, and soon Everett was eating three baseballs and a weird looking bat while you packed three lunches. 

Bradley sat at the table and ate with Everett next him and you across from him, listening to Everett complain about his math homework. And he felt like he fit in here. He could make pancakes and pillow forts and have a packed lunch made for him. He could do math homework and make you scream all night. He could love this shit. 

"Math is important," he told Everett. "I use it all day at work. So does your mom. And if you want me to teach you how to keep baseball stats, you'll need to be proficient."

Everett's eyes went wide. "You'll teach me how to do baseball stats?"

"Of course, kiddo. I gotta go home and get my uniform before I'm late, but I can help you with math homework one day if you want. I'll see you at practice later." He patted Everett's shoulder and collected all the dirty dishes so you didn't have to, depositing them in the sink. Bradley picked up the paper bag that said Coach in your handwriting, and he smiled. And then he pulled you out of your seat and into his arms. 

"Have a good day. We'll see you at practice later," you whispered. And Bradley kissed your cheek. 

"I can't wait. I love you." And then he headed out to the Bronco with a bounce in his step.

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You and Everett both looked at your front door as it clicked closed behind Bradley. When you turned to face your son, you were bracing yourself for the conversation you figured you might need to have if he seemed upset. But he looked absolutely elated, his expression rivaling the way he looked when the Phillies defeated the Padres last night. 

"Ev, do you want to talk about-"

"Mommy! Coach Bradley loves you!" Everett shouted, cutting you off. 

Your son was staring at you in wonder and you walked around the table to give him a hug. "Yeah."

"Do you love him, too?"

You kissed Everett's head and whispered, "Yeah. I do."

"This was the best weekend ever!"

You couldn't help but agree. 

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Imagine teaming up with Shanks to pull a prank on Rayleigh

The crew has stopped off at the Sabaody archipelago for a few weeks

Shanks: *talking with Benn* I can't think of a good prank.

You: *the resident prankster* need help

Benn: has anyone ever told you eavesdropping is rude?

You: repeatedly, but who are we pranking?

Shanks: *makes eye contact with Benn*

Benn: *shrugs* they do know what they're doing.

Shanks: Alright, but you can't tell anyone what we're planning. So it'll be you, me, Benn, Yassop, and Lucky Roux pranking Rayleigh.

You: *hisses* you want to prank Dark King Rayleigh! Have you lost your mind!

Shanks: we'll be fine as long as we don't piss off Shakky, which having you on board makes things a lot easier she likes you after all, and we don't break anything. Also, Rayleigh raised me on Roger's ship, and it's tradition that I prank him when I come to visit.

You: if you say so... I may have an idea then.

Two days later

Shanks: this is the stupidest prank I've ever heard of. He likes this grandpa candy.

Benn: *throw a bag of hard caramels at him,* it's funny, now keep working.

You: now remember, we're going to do this slowly at first a few candies here and there, then we'll pull out all the stops.

A week later

Rayleigh: Alright, which one of you motherfuckers filled my dresser with candy?

Shanks: Oh you must be getting to that age.

Rayleigh: you don't fool me for a second you little shit, and what age?

Benn: That age where the old people candy just sort of spawns near you.

Rayleigh: What? That's not a thing.

Benn: You can believe whatever you want, my father did the same thing when it started to happen to him. But he was eventually buried in it, and his neighbors spent two days digging him out.

Rayleigh: *starting to lose it* Just tell me who it is, and I promise I won't be mad.

Shanks: don't look at me, you know I hate that shit.

Benn: It hurts my teeth.

Yassop: I wouldn't dare.

Rayleigh: *locks eyes with you*

You: *hides behind Shakky* I am innocent, I promise.

Shakky: *pats you on the back, while pickpocketing you of the candy in your pockets* You're scaring the children dear.

Rayleigh: The promise of a pirate when they're being accused means very little. *Looks to Lucky Roux*

Lucky Roux: *shakes his head * I swear upon my tongue.

Rayleigh: That's it! All of you empty your pockets right this instant!

Shakky: *wraps her arms around Rayleigh, sliding her hands and the candy into his back pockets* Calm down my love, you shouldn't accuse them of anything without proof.

Rayleigh: *deflates and his anger leave him* You're right I'm sorry.

Shakky: * pulls her hands out of his back pockets and shows him the candy* especially when they may be right.

Rayleigh: God damn it! *Storms out of the room*

Shakky: I'm going to keep this little prank going even after you all have left, it's quite fun to see him so worked up.

Shanks: when did you figure it out?

Shakky: oh please, this is my house, nothing comes in or out without me knowing. Plus none of you are slick, I could hear the crinkling from the bags all night.

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Savior Complex

JJ Maybank can't stop thinking about you after he finds you during one of your late-night swims. He'll do anything to figure out who you are, even if you don't want him to.

Warnings: 18+, NON-CON, loss of virginity, dark!JJ, obsession, shoplifting, slight violence, pogue!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

this is loosely based off the daphne and apollo myth, enjoy <3

The first time JJ sees you he isn’t sure if you’re real or a figment of his imagination.

He’s not sure of the time. He just knows it’s late, the ocean matching the color of the night sky. The breeze hits him hard as he gulps down cheap beer.

He thought it would be a good night to take the boat out on the water.

Growing up, his dad would tell him how night was better for catching big fish.

He tells himself that he thought he would take his father’s advice out of pure boredom. Not because he was tired of feeling the crushing weight of silence in his house.

He isn’t as successful as he wanted to be, catching nothing of significance.

Until he sees you.

You’re far away from him, closer to shore than he is.

But once he spots you, he can’t take his eyes off you.

Even if he can’t make out your face, he can tell you’re the most beautiful creature he has ever laid his eyes on. You are graceful in your movements, like you learned how to swim before you could talk.

He could swear that your skin glowed in the moonlight.

You probably think no one is out there with you, acting like you aren’t under anyone’s prying eyes.

He almost feels bad while watching you, like he’s seeing something he’s not supposed to.

You finally swim away and all he can do is let you, leaving him alone.

You haven’t left his mind since that night. He doesn’t think he recognizes you so he’s not sure you’re even from the island.

But he doesn’t think you’re a Touron either.

So, who are you?

He tries again, going back out on the water only to possibly catch a glimpse of you.

He waits hours and the most interesting thing he sees is a whale passing by. It calls out, a loud and longing noise.

It’s alone in the ocean, searching for another just like itself.

It doesn’t take long for JJ to run out of beer, swearing under his breath when he finds the empty cooler.

Another hour passes before he spots you again.

His lips part slightly as he watches you bathe in the moonlight. Any coherent thoughts have left him.

Finally, he blinks, swallowing before he yells out to you.

“Hey!”

Startled, you stop your careless fun, staring back at the strange boy on the boat as you stay afloat.

Before he can say anything else, you’re already swimming away.

“Wait-,” he starts, reaching his hand out.

But you’re too far to even hear him. JJ doesn’t think he’s seen someone move that fast before.

He curls his fingers into his palm as he presses his lips together.

He thought he could at least find out your name. Instead, you were a fawn in the forest and he was the hunter, snapping a twig and ruining his moment to strike while letting you run away.

Another week has passed, and JJ still hasn’t been able to get you off his mind.

The only good thing that came out of his attempt to talk to you is that he was able to see your face before you swam away.

It’s burned into his memory, the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up and the last thing before he goes to sleep.

It’s not lost on him that he knows nothing about you. But he feels like he does. He feels like he’s supposed to know you.

He worries that he hit his head and should be taken to the hospital. He’s never felt this way about anyone before and he isn’t exactly sure why he feels this way about you.

It doesn’t help that he hasn’t seen you since. Not that he’s actively looking, but everyday he goes around wondering if he’ll see you today.

He knows your face and you must be somewhere on the island. It’s just up to fate or coincidence when you finally run into him.

“JJ, we’ve seen that movie ten times. We need to watch something different tonight.”

“I would love to hear you come up with something better. But I really don’t think you can,” JJ says, giving his friend a taunting look.

Pope rolls his eyes before retorting, “I can think of a thousand different movies better than C.H.U.D.”

It seems like JJ doesn’t hear him, the chiming of the bell above the shop door interrupts Pope’s sentence.

He trails behind JJ as they walk into the corner store.

“Hey, Bob. How ya doin’?” JJ greets the man at the register.

“I have my eye on you, JJ,” Bob simply replies.

The cheeky smile is wiped off JJ’s face before he heads right for the beer.

“6 or 12?”

“12. We’re completely out,” Pope responds.

JJ looks through the smudged glass one more time before grabbing the 12-pack and walking back to the register.

Except, he slows, blocking out whatever Pope is telling him.

“You’re 8 dollars short.”

“What? No-,” you start to say as you dig into the beat-up purse hanging off your shoulder.

“Sorry, Miss. You’re going to have to put something back.”

You give up on searching for more money, sighing as you point to the sugar. Bob puts it to the side and bags up the rest of your groceries.

Once you’re handed the paper bag, you’re walking out the door.

JJ almost freezes for a second, having seen the entire scene. He knows he can’t miss another chance.

He leaves the beer with Pope as he runs out the store.

“Hey! Wait,” he calls out to you.

This time, you turn around, not getting ready to run off.

You look back at him with a question in your eyes and it takes him a moment to think of what he’s going to say to you.

His eyes can’t help but rake over your figure. Your clothes don’t match your appearance, too worn out for such an alluring person.

“I couldn’t help but see that you didn’t get your sugar,” he explains, motioning back at the store. “Bob can be such a dick.”

He swallows when you don’t crack a smile, still staring at him with uncertainty.

“If you give me a second, I can see what I can do.”

All you do is stare.

“Okay? Just wait,” he quickly says before going back into the store.

He keeps his head down, going unnoticed while Bob is ringing up Pope. He sneaks through the aisles, grabbing a small pink carton off a shelf.

A triumphant smirk is painted on his lips when he slips out of the store, finding you waiting.

He doesn’t miss the surprise in your eyes as you take the sugar from him.

“You didn’t have to…”

“Don’t worry about it. Not a penny out of my pocket.”

You raise your eyebrows slightly, lips parting as you understand what he means.

“Still. You could get into a lot of trouble,” you wearily say.

“No trouble I haven’t already been in,” JJ says almost proudly. “Bob’s all talk anyway.”

“Well, thanks.” A small smile finally forms on your face.

JJ takes that as a win.

As you shift your feet, JJ scratches the back of his head before saying what’s really on his mind.

“I hope I didn’t scare you the other night.”

You slightly shake your head. But you bite your lip, like you’re stopping yourself from saying anything else.

“If I did, hopefully this made up for it.” JJ chuckles and as he starts to say something else, you cut him off.

“I have to get going. But thank you again,” you hurriedly say before turning around.

JJ watches you leave with an open mouth.

“What was that about?” Pope asks, stepping beside JJ, a pack of beer in his hand.

He glances at Pope but simply shakes his head.

He just wanted to know your name.

JJ’s unrest doesn’t last long. It’s only a few days later when he sees you again as he’s walking along the shore.

He notices you first while your eyes are glued to the sand, stopping every once in a while to pick something up.

By the time he reaches you, you have no choice but to look up, finding familiar blue eyes.

“Weird running into you again,” he remarks. “You aren’t following me, are you?”

He has to stop himself from grinning at the look on your face. You stare at him with wide eyes before shaking your head.

“No-.”

He laughs, unable to contain it anymore, flashing pearly white teeth at you.

“I’m just playing with you.”

You smile a little, eyes falling on the waves crashing onto the shore.

“What are you doin’ out here anyway?” JJ asks, trying to peek into your closed hand.

You hesitate before opening your curled fingers, showing him the seashells you’ve been collecting.

You worry he’s going to make fun of you but relief washes over you when he smiles.

“Wow. You just found all these?”

“Yeah. This one is my favorite.” You hold the seashell up and as the sun shines through the pearl color, JJ notices the sparkling tiny flecks.

He quickly moves his eyes to yours as you stare at its’ beauty, and he decides the seashell doesn’t have anything on the way your eyes shine.

“It’s pretty, but it doesn’t really have much on you.”

You cast your eyes downward at his comment and he internally curses at himself, the words having come out without him thinking.

He decides to change the subject, starting to squint because of the bright sunshine.

“How come I’ve never seen you before? You just move here or something?”

“No,” you answer. “I’ve pretty much been here for my entire life. I was just homeschooled so that’s probably why we’ve never met.”

“Homeschool,” he says the word like it’s foreign to him. “I can’t imagine what that would be like.”

“Lonely,” you immediately say.

Before JJ can say anything else, he hears the voices of his friends behind him. You notice them too, eyes scanning over the group that is loudly talking and laughing.

“If you’re not busy, you can come hang with us,” he offers, pointing to the group heading toward the two of you.

By the look on your face, he can tell you’re going to say no. He internally flinches to prepare for it.

“Hey, it’s the girl from the store,” Pope says, stumbling through the sand.

You smile sheepishly, feeling all eyes on you.

“Yeah, this is…” JJ hopes that you introduce yourself for him, still not knowing your name.

When you say it, he can’t help but repeat it over and over again in his head like he’s casting a spell.

“He’s not bothering you, is he?” John B asks lightheartedly.

“I was just inviting her to hang out with us,” JJ explains.

John B goes to say something else to JJ while Sarah gasps at the seashells you’re still holding.

“Those are beautiful! Did you just find these?” She runs her fingers over them. “I’m Sarah by the way,” she adds, throwing you a polite smile.

“And I’m Kie,” another girl says, giving a slight wave.

“Nice to meet you,” you say to both of them.

“So, what happened at the store? Is that where you met JJ?” Sarah asks with raised eyebrows.

“Uh, it’s a long story,” you chuckle a little.

“We’re all going back to John B’s. Why don’t you come and tell us about it?” When you hesitate, Kie continues, “come on. You have something better to do?”

You stare at the two girls’ hopeful eyes, waiting for your answer.

These are the kind of friends you always wished you had.

Finally, you nod, their grins overtaking their faces.

You feel his eyes on you more than once. There is a weight to it, lingering on you, feeling heavy on your skin.

You don’t really talk to JJ again that day, mostly talking to Sarah and Kie while you hang out on John B’s front porch.

JJ notices how you’re more comfortable around the girls. It never occurred to him that would probably be the case, being homeschooled and all.

You probably don’t have brothers, he guesses.

At least you’re there, around him. He can still learn things about you even in small ways.

That’s enough for him.

You don’t hesitate to accept when Sarah and Kie invite you to hang out with them again. You’ve never been the best at making friends and being isolated your whole life hasn’t helped.

So, you’re happy that they seem to want you to be their friend.

Almost everyone has gone inside by the time it gets dark.

Everyone except for you and JJ.

You both are drying off on folding chairs after an afternoon spent in the hot tub.

You were unsure when Sarah and Kie left. But you could tell Sarah wanted to be alone with John B, and Kie with Pope.

So, you’re left in the humid air with JJ. The only sounds are the hum of insects and the faint noise of a boat horn occasionally.

You both sip on beers, your mouth twisting up at the taste.

JJ is the first to break the silence.

“You know, for having been homeschooled, I’m surprised your parents let you go out in the middle of the night to swim in the ocean.”

His eyes peek over at you, and he takes note of how you keep your stare on your hands in your lap.

You swallow, the words not coming easily to you.

“Um, my dad left a while ago. And my mom was never really around so…”

The air suddenly feels thicker, a somberness settling between the two of you.

JJ’s lips part as you continue, “I live alone. I have for the last year. That’s why I don’t always have enough to buy things like sugar.”

Your voice is fragile, like it could crack at any given moment.

You finally meet his gaze, and you almost wish you hadn’t.

He has that look of pity that you know all too well, but there’s something else there.

“I guess we have more in common than I thought,” is all he says.

You look at him, confused, until realization hits you. Not many people steal for fun, they do it because they have to.

“Why don’t I take you fishing tomorrow?” His usual cockiness is back, any seriousness from earlier is long gone. “People like us have to learn how to live off the land.” A smirk grows on his lips, an electricity present in his blue eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

You smile, not wasting a second in saying yes.

People like us dance around in your head.

You and JJ start bright and early, going out on the water in the same boat where you first saw him.

You worried fishing would be boring, but you don’t miss a thing JJ does or says as he gets everything ready.

You two end up getting a full net of fish and JJ knows all the work was worth it just to see the smile on your face.

As the day gets later, you can’t help but jump into the water for a quick swim. You feel better in the water, like your head is clearer.

All JJ can do is watch and he still doesn’t understand why it seems like you were born to be in the water, like it’s your home. A serenity passes over you that he’s never seen on anyone else.

Later in the afternoon, you show JJ where you live so he can dock near it.

It’s not a house you’re proud of, but it’s all you have.

Oddly, you don’t feel ashamed when JJ steps foot into it. You don’t get the feeling like you have to pretend around him.

JJ looks around as you both bring the fish in. It’s quaint but cleaner than his house could ever be.

“Should we start frying up this fish?” he asks you, already knowing your answer.

The hot, sticky air has started to cool a little. You and JJ sit under a tall oak tree in your front yard, moss draped over branches helping to shade you from the setting sun.

Dirty plates sit by your legs as JJ reclines against the tree, relaxed with his eyes closed. The sun-bleached strands of his hair stick up, messy and uncared for. You notice he runs his hand through his hair a lot, seemingly absentmindedly on his end.

His eyelids finally open, startling you as he catches you staring at him.

Your eyes fall to your knees, finding an ant crawling on your skin. You brush it off, hoping it finds a soft spot in the green grass beneath you.

When JJ looks at you, he still sees a question mark. There’s still so much he doesn’t know or understand about you. Anytime he feels like he’s getting somewhere with you, you pull away.

He wishes he could open your skull and find out exactly what you’re thinking.

But he can’t do that.

He hopes a simple comment will suffice for now.

“I had fun today.”

You finally look back at him, a smile easily forming on your face.

“Me too.”

You’re so close to him that he can smell the sea salt on your skin. It clouds his mind along with the way you keep your eyes set on him.

He barely thinks as he leans in closer, his nose bumping into yours.

You freeze, letting his lips ghost over yours, warm breath fanning over you.

“JJ,” you whisper, making him pause.

You pull away when he falters, watching the dazed look in his eyes disappear before looking down.

Before anger or disappointment can wash over his face, you grab his hand.

“Not right now, JJ. But…maybe someday.”

He meets your gaze and what you see is worse than what you tried to prevent.

Hope.

But that hope is quickly dashed away when you stop coming around to The Chateau.

He wishes you had just told him right when he tried to kiss you that you didn’t feel the same way. But he’s not sure that would have stopped the continuous thoughts about you.

Or the pain in his chest.

He dodges his friends’ questions about you. They seem to handle the rejection better than he can, disappointed and perplexed at best.

The silence in his house seems louder too, an unbearable noise he can’t tolerate anymore.

So, he looks for noise.

Your screen door slams as you walk out onto the porch. You’re wearing a dress, clean and old-looking.

Even when he’s angry with you, he can’t stop from dragging his eyes over you.

You must have seen him coming up the path to your house, finding him just outside.

There’s a roughness to you that he hadn’t seen before, and he realizes you couldn’t have made it this far by being gentle.

“Why haven’t you been around to John B’s?” His forehead is creased, and he doesn’t try to soften his words.

“JJ-.”

“Because when you said, “not right now,” I thought you meant we would at least be friends,” he spits out.

“Really? I had a feeling you wouldn’t be happy with that either.” You cross your arms, not moving an inch.

Your reply just makes him shake his head.

“Do you want the truth, JJ?”

“Yeah. That would’ve been nice from the beginning.” His eyes find yours while you gnaw on your bottom lip.

“I like you, JJ. But I can’t be with you.” Unlike him, you soften your words. But it doesn’t stop the next thing coming out of your mouth to him like a slap in the face.

“Ever.”

“What?” he asks in disbelief.

“I can’t do the boyfriend thing,” you immediately explain. “I need my space. And my independence. It’s also a promise I made. You might not understand but-.”

“I can give you space.” He steps closer to you.

“No. That’s not enough.” You back away as he gets closer.

“I don’t get it. You want to be alone for the rest of your life?” Bewilderment laces his tone.

“It’s not like that, JJ. I would have liked to be your friend. But nothing more.”

He stands there and listens, finally understanding what you’re saying. His pain is clear, eyes seeming to dim when he realizes you mean it.

“Maybe you’re just scared,” he tries again, reaching his hand out to you. But you squirm away, shaking your head.

You step past him, finally able to get around him, moving to the grass of your front yard.

“I’m sorry but it’s not going to happen. Just leave me alone, JJ.”

You stare at the back of his head, waiting for him to admit defeat.

Then he turns around and the look on his face is anything but. He has the same dazed look in his eyes as the day he tried to kiss you.

“I-I can’t,” he simply says, walking closer to you. “No matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Fear jumps in your chest, moving to your veins.

“I need you.”

His fingers only wrap around your arm for a few seconds. With all your strength, you wiggle out of his grasp, adrenaline pushing you to run far away from him.

Your house is removed from the civilization of The Cut, just water and backroads surrounding it. When you hear JJ’s footfall behind you, all you can do is hope that you know the land better than he does.

After a while, dirt starts to turn to mud as your legs start to get tired. Trees surround you and swampy water lies ahead of you. You realize no one is going to be driving back here because of it so your hope of someone finding you is washed away.

There’s also nowhere for you to go besides the way you came. But as you try to catch your breath, you’re not sure if you can even run any longer.

Hopefully JJ got tired too, or even lost.

Except, it’s not long before you hear a particularly loud footstep. He says your name wearily as you whip your head around. He keeps his steps slight, moving toward you little by little, trying not to let you get away again. He looks like he’s trying to catch his own breath.

But as you look around, you don’t have much of a choice of where to go.

One failed attempt to run past him lands you in his arms.

The noise you let out is of pure frustration and fear. When he pushes you to the ground, you can’t stop the sobbing, tears streaming down your face.

You taste salty tears on your tongue, and it reminds you of the ocean. Will this just be a faded painful memory one day, or will the one thing you love be forever tarnished by this act of violence?

JJ’s weight lies on top of you as he kisses you, something he’s been wanting to do for a long time now. He tastes the tears on your lips, careless of the sob you let out when he comes up for air.

You push at his chest as he trails his lips along your neck. He claws at your dress, ripping it from your body, wanting to see more of you.

“Please, stop. JJ,” your attempts to stop him are dismissed.

You look up at the tall trees above you, almost touching the blue sky, shading you from the hot sun. You keep your eyes on the trees as you hear him undo his shorts.

A ragged cry leaves your lips as you feel him push inside you. A pleasured groan leaves his as he feels your cunt wrapped around him.

“It hurts,” you cry out, but he just shushes you.

“It’ll stop soon,” he says before thrusting into you again.

He keeps his eyes on you as his face contorts in the ecstasy he is getting from you.

His fingers ghost over your skin and they feel dirty, sticky for some reason. He rubs your breast before leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth, leaving a wet spot where his tongue was.

The pain fades like he says but something akin to seasickness twists in the pit of your stomach.

His thrusts get sloppier as you grab his arm. Love was never something that felt important to you. You didn’t want to show your vulnerabilities to someone, lying naked for them to see all of you.

But what do you do when someone forcefully picks you apart, watching you get bloody and raw from their doing.

He stills, a warmth filling you deep inside. JJ finds the crook of your neck, breathing heavily.

As he traces the damp skin of your cheek, he thinks about how he’s saving you. You thought life was better alone, but he’s here to show you differently. He’ll help you through the growing pains of changing, of learning to be with someone else.

As you lie under him, your eyes fall onto the white cloth of your dress.

It’s stained and ripped, thrown to the side, careless that it meant something to you.

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy (epilogue)

Steve looked at the mating bite on his neck. It had healed up nicely but the mark still felt new that he couldn't help but look at it every time he went by a mirror. He was washing his hands and once they were dried off, he put his new wedding band on. It was a simple gold ring, with an inscription on the inside of it.

'My end and my beginning'

He took a breath. He'd been off his birth control for about a week now. Obviously it was too soon to tell, but Steve was sure nothing had taken yet. But tonight he would make sure of it. Gareth was busy doing a cameo on a sitcom and Grant was visiting his family, so only Steve, Jeff, and Eddie were left in this great big house.

And tonight was date night.

The three of them went out to eat first, Jeff having made reservations at a nice restaurant. Then they walked it off by strolling in a beautiful park lit by lamps. Steve took a moment to appreciate how not long ago he was going to sleep hungry in order to pay bills and now he had an alpha on each arm willing to splurge on him just to keep him happy.

By the time they got back home, he was thoroughly seduced and ready for a night of pleasure. Jeff drove them back while Steve and Eddie made out in the backseat. Once up in the bedroom, Jeff kept Steve's lips busy while Eddie undressed him. He felt Eddie kiss at his shoulder while sliding his shirt down.

Eventually, they were all fully naked and Eddie pulled him into his lap. Fingers brushed against Steve's lips and he opened up, letting them in. He moaned around them while Jeff stood at the edge of the bed, stroking himself to fullness. Eddie pulled them out and played with his pussy, saliva mixing with his slick as Eddie worked him open.

He let out a soft whine, needing something for his mouth and Jeff took care of it, kissing him deep, letting Steve nibble on his lips and tongue. Eddie's other hand started rubbing his clit and his first orgasm took him by surprise, not even realizing how keyed up he was until it was crashing through him, fingers digging into the bedding below.

Jeff released his mouth and pressed their foreheads together. "Ready?"

Steve nodded, never ready for anything more. If it didn't take tonight, he was going to drain them all dry until it did. Eddie took his fingers out and Jeff lined his cock up, slowly pushing inside. Eddie pinched his nipples and mouthed at his mating bite. Steve wanted to keep his eyes open but it was too easy to close them and drown in the sensation as Jeff started a lazy thrust, taking his time to get Steve back up the crest again.

"Doing so good baby", Eddie praised, whispering in his ear. "Can't wait to see you pupped up and full, fuck."

Steve imagined his belly growing big and round with the evidence of his pack's love and his eyes rolled back. Eddie laced their fingers together and held them over Steve's stomach, making him press down and feel Jeff even more. Steve's hips bucked up and his head fell back against Eddie's shoulder as he came again.

Jeff stayed inside but held his own orgasm back, quite the feat when the omega below him was trying to milk him empty. But they had a vision for tonight and it required Steve being loose and limp. Two orgasms in and he seemed ready. Eddie laid back, bringing Steve with him. Jeff moved forward too, making sure he said buried in. He spread Steve's legs even more and Steve bit his lip as he felt Eddie nudge against his hole.

Time spent stretching him, preparing him, making sure he was loose and flexible, all for this. Eddie started to push inside and he released a small whimper as he felt how hot and tight Steve was. Eddie palmed at his chest, face buried in his back to keep from cumming too soon. Steve did great, letting his muscles do most of the work of sucking Eddie in.

Once he was fully seated, all three of them took a moment to just breath. Jeff reached between them, giving Steve's clit a light flick that had him gasping.

"Fffeels so fuuull", Steve nearly slurred, drunk on the heady scent of two alphas on the peak. He clenched around them and that let them know they could move.

Jeff leaned over to suck a nipple into his mouth and Steve pressed his chest up for more. Eddie tilted his head at an angle that may have been awkward otherwise but Steve was too gone to care. Too gone to want anything more than his mate's lips on his own. He let them use his body, feeling cocks sliding in and out and his next orgasm was already building up.

Then Jeff moved from Steve's chest to his neck, licking and biting softly near his bond bite. The others had been careful not to go near it while it was fresh, Eddie's alpha brain would've taken it as a challenge. But enough time had finally passed and it was just the right sensation to pulse through Steve as he cried out, scratching down Jeff's back.

His vision spotted as he felt himself filled even more. It was a hazy blur but the morning after he awoke cleaned up and with both alphas by his side.

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Steve bought as many tests as possible, wanting to be certain. He had Robin on video call and she had her hand in her chin.

"You know what this reminds me of?", she asked as her view of the screen went to the bathroom ceiling while she heard the tell-tale tinkle of Steve taking a test.

"Of about three years ago, the great Pregnancy Scare of Myrtle Beach?", Steve asked.

"You were panicking so hard", Robin snickered.

"Because I did it with one guy and he had said to my face that he 'doesn't really listen to music'."

"But you boned him anyway."

"I was young and dumb", Steve said with a sigh. He had taken all of the tests and was now just waiting, taking a regular pee as he still had some left in the tank.

They filled the minutes with idle talk while waiting and once the timer on his phone went off, Steve took a deep breath. It wasn't a super big deal if he wasn't pregnant, he could still try again. But he really, really hoped this was it.

"Well?", Robin asked. "What's the verdict?"

Biting his lip and closing his eyes, Steve grabbed them all and very slowly, cracked one lid open. His breathing stopped and then he showed them to Robin.

They both started screaming.

After a lengthy talk, Robin let him go and Steve thought of the best way to go about telling his pack. He entertained the idea of leaving a positive pregnancy test in various parts of the house, since he had taken multiple, but decided against it. In the end, Eddie and the others came back from business affairs, Steve was simply watching tv, one of the tests sitting in a ziplock bag on the coffee table.

They could smell how sweetly Steve smelled of happiness the moment they stepped inside and once they realized why, they each took turns scenting him in congratulations.

Eddie scented him first and the longest, as his official mate and when they were all done, the two of them cuddled up on the couch together.

"I just can't believe it", Steve said. He had come a long way from the person who stood outside a bar, looking for sympathy.

"Believe it sweetheart. It's all happening", Eddie said, kissing his temple.

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Things progressed as they usually did with visits to the gynecologist, dealing with changes to his body and telling the rest of his family. Not his parents, of course. They heard about the news when one of their friends read it in a tabloid. But since Steve's mating, they were able to have plausible deniability. It wasn't Steve Harrington running around, letting his body get used a playground for a pack of lowbrow musicians, it was some guy named Steve Munson.

Steve spared them nary a thought. He had already met the families of his real pack. When Eddie's Uncle Wayne called him son for the first time, Steve just about burst into tears. Thankfully he was able to blame it on the hormones.

At two months, it was discovered he was having twins and not long after that, they were able to get a DNA test to confirm what he had hoped, wished, and wanted.

One was Eddie's and one was Jeff's.

By six months, he'd gotten used to having his belly caressed and adored upon during any sort of downtime. It was happening right now, with Steve lying in a nest he'd made in the living room, filled with the best pillows to give him the most comfort for his back and feet.

Grant had his head resting against Steve’s bump, laughing to himself every few moments when the babies moved. Steve had thought it would be off-putting, especially when it got really visible. Like he had a parasite moving about him. But his pack was always fully enamored with anything the twins did.

“Are you guys gonna get a DNA test?”, Gareth asked.

“Why would we do that?”, Eddie asked. "We already know they're mine and Jeff's." Not much more needed than that in his opinion. Obviously any pups Steve had would belong to the pack, regardless of who the birth father was.

Gareth rolled his eyes. “I mean once they're born. Isn’t it important to know whose is whose, for like, health reasons?”

Jeff snorted. “Dude, I don’t say this enough, but I’m black. I think we’ll know which one is mine.”

Steve snickered, which made his belly move, which made Grant smile. Steve figured that since his pups had two sires, one would be coming out with a complexion at least a little darker than his own. But of course, one of Gareth's many talents was pointing out things that others didn't really think of.

"What if they both take after Steve mostly? Then how're you gonna know?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it", Steve decided. It was a simple test after all. One that they wouldn't need until the pups came.

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Eddie felt a shift next to him in bed and his nose was able to scent Steve's discomfort before he even fully woke up. He turned to face Steve in the dark.

"Daddy", he whimpered.

Eddie looked for his mating gland in the darkness, giving it a gentle kiss to calm his mate and let him know he was here and present.

"Hurts..."

"What hurts baby?"

Steve searched for Eddie's hand and brought it to his chest. His hormones had filled them out a little and they ached from time to time. Eddie took one in each hand, carefully kneading and feeling relief when Steve let out a satisfied sigh. His scent sweetened and even in the dark, Eddie could tell he was much better now, but he asked anyway.

"How do you feel?"

Steve kissed the first part he could reach, which felt like Eddie's chin. "Bette-unf", he was cut off by a kick from down under. "Ready for these two divas to make their debut."

Eddie chuckled and rubbed his stomach. He lowered himself to be eye level with it and made a soft, comforting rumble in his throat.

"Try and get back to sleep, little bits."

Remarkably, the movement slowed. Steve scoffed. "How is it that they already listen to you better than me?"

"Don't jinx it", Eddie warned.

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If Steve had his way, his entire pack would be in the room while he gave birth he had expressed as much when he entered his eighth month, already having met with the doctor who would be delivering the twins several times. But of course, having about a dozen people in addition to the medical team was out of the question.

And while Corroded Coffin wasn't a group of mega stars, their fame still meant that privacy during these moments was of the utmost importance.

Well the universe had a sense of humor, because while Steve got to have his whole family around him, there was no professional medical team in sight.

Because Steve went into labor when they were all at the lavish mansion he called home now. During a snowstorm.

"You jinxed it!", Mike screeched, panic already at one hundred.

"How did I jinx it!?", Dustin shouted back.

"You're the one who said Steve just needs to hold out until the end of the week when the snow clears", Will reminded.

"Are we going to see the babies?", El asked. "Now? Doesn't labor take hours?"

Steve let out a groan. He sure hoped this didn't take hours. He tried to think of a back up plan but it was hard right now. He felt a hand on his shoulder and the comforting lilt of roses that was Mrs. Sinclair.

"Steve hold on, we're going to bring those babies into this world", she promised before dividing tasks among them all before landing on her husband. "Charles, it's going to be you."

"Sue, I'm general practice."

Steve didn't see the look she gave him but he didn't need to. He'd been on the other end of a Sue Sinclair stare down enough to know that whatever she said would happen. Thankfully, there was a full bathroom on the first floor and they set up shop there. He didn't have a crack team of doctors but he had Sue and Charles, more loving than his own parents, and Jeff and Eddie, the sires of his incoming pups.

Knowing the others were just on the other side of the door and not down several halls made his omega feel safe. Even if he didn't make it, his pups would be cared for more than they knew what to do with.

Then he heard that first, glorious cry and his tears turned from those of exertion to ones of joy. Sue coached him through the rest of it and then there was another wail. Eddie was holding a hand and Jeff was pushing his hair back from his forehead to give him a kiss.

"They're so damn beautiful Stevie", Eddie praised.

"Even...even covered in blood?", Steve panted with a cheeky but tired grin.

"It's your blood, how could it not be?", Jeff said.

Eddie blinked. "I just got the best idea for an album concept."

Charles and Sue helped clean the twins and swaddled them in the kind of softness most could only dream of. Then they handed them both to Steve for their first scenting and he got his first good look at them. Both had wispy curls of dark hair atop their heads. Both had that newborn paleness to their skin but one was just ever so darker than the other.

Jeff smiled. "Gareth owes me fifty bucks." Despite his humorous tone, there were tears in his eyes.

Eddie was crying too as they got Steve's permission to take the pups and scent their own as their alpha sire, both beautiful girls. Steve would forever remember the day he brought Vanessa and Violet into this world to be loved and cherished.

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[pedrotonin]

THE TOUCH OF YOU

Paring: Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: You just wanted to have a look, that's all. And now there's an arrangement and you desperately want to touch Joel, but he doesn't let you.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Wordcount: 5k

Warnings: Oral sex (both m and f receiving) P in V. Basically, just porn with a tiny bit of plot (if you squint hard enough).

A/N: English is not my first language. If you spot any bad mistakes, please feel free to message me.

You stroll through the few streets Jackson has to offer. Bored out of your mind, no idea where to go, what to do. You used to work at the tiny supply store run by Tommy and his wife, but Tommy caught you stealing last week and fired you on the spot. Over a simple magazine, unbelievable. You wanted to read the damn thing and return it the next day, but he wouldn't have it. Told you you should have asked him, and yes, you should have, but you didn't think it would be such a big deal. The main reason for taking it without asking though, was because it had been an erotic magazine from the eighties. You could only imagine the look on his face when he would've found out that's what you wanted to bring home with you.

Construction sounds float across the street and you walk towards it without thinking, ending up in front of Tommy's house, his two feet stick from underneat his porch. The perfect opportunity presenting itself. You can tell him why you didn't want him to know about the magazine and you can do so without having to look him in the eye. He'll understand, maybe he'll even give you your job back. Worth the shot!

"Tommy?"

No answer, you try again.

"Tommy? Listen, about that magazine..."

"Hm?" he acknowledges you.

"Look, I'm really sorry for not asking you about it, but you know, it being an erotic magazine," you almost whisper the last two words and a fake laugh escapes you. Jezus, this is hard, your face feels like it's on fire.

"Look, I'm not a thief, I just needed to...wanted to, you know, have a look."

He scoots from beneath the porch with a grunt and stands in front of you. Only...it isn't Tommy. It's his older brother, Joel, with a shit eating grin across his face. His plaid shirt is unbuttoned at the top, sweat dripping from his hair, to his neck, down into his shirt. Fuck.

"Where's Tommy?" you ask, not meeting his eye.

"Workin'. Doing your old job, I recon," Joel replies, while he uses the bottom of his shirt to whipe the sweat from his face, revealing golden skin, a slight tummy and a happy trail you can't help but follow with your eyes.

Maybe he didn't hear your confession from his postion beneath the porch. Maybe he-

"So, you wanted some alone time with a filthy magazine, sugar?"

Shit, so he did hear you...

"'S'okay, we all do once in a while," he smirks, leaning against the porch railing.

"No! I just, I just wanted to have a look. That's all!"

"Sure."

You look at his face and find his eyes dark, skimming over your body. Clearing your throat, you mumble your goodbyes and all but run from him. The audacity of this man, unbelievable.

When you close your front door you rest against it, out of breath and cheeks still on fire. Did that really happen? You can only pray that Joel won't tell Tommy. You don't know him very well, but from the stories you heard, he seems like an asshole. A very handsome asshole, unfortunately. Probably best if you stay indoors for the rest of the day.

Goddamn magazine.

A few hours later you wake from your slumber on the couch. Was there a knock on your door? You sit and listen. Just to be sure you open the door, and there, on your little welcome mat, lies the magazine. You quickly grab it and look around, but the street's empty. You stare at the little booklet. What the fuck. This must be Joel's doing. When you flip it around, a piece of paper falls out and flutters towards the ground. You catch it.

- here's your chance to have a 'look'.

Yep. Definitely Joel.

You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the magazine untouched on your kitchen table. You don't want to give him the pleasure. Or yourself, for that matter. This whole thing is getting way out of hand. You go to sleep without looking, not even so much as taking a peek.

The next morning there's a knock on your door again. This time there's definitely somebody there. The knocking continues and you open the door just a fraction to find Joel standing in front of it.

"Mornin'" he says, "sleep well?"

The stupid lopsided grin on his face angers you to the bone. You're about to slam the door in his face, but he beats you to it. A strong hand forces the door open and before you know it he's walking past you into your livingroom. What the?

You leave to front door open, grab the magazine and throw it at him.

"Get out and take this with you!" you snarl.

He doesn't move and opens the magazine.

"You made yourself come looking at this?" he asks.

Wow, crude! You can't believe he said that! He's holding up the magazine for you to see and it's the first time you actually see the inside of it. The picture is of a woman on top of a man, riding him, her head thrown back in pleasure. Christ, you didn't expect it to be so grafic!

"What? No! You pervert! I didn't even open it!", you cross your arms over your chest.

"Now get out."

"No? Shame. It's a good edition, this one," he shrugs and shows you another page.

A woman sitting on the edge of a bed, her legs spread wide and a man on his knees in front of her. His mouth devouring her.

"This is my favorite," he tells you.

Your eyes widen, your heart almost bursts out of your chest.

"Why?" you blurt out. It's the first word that comes to your mind and you immediately regret saying it out loud. You don't want to have a conversation with him about this!

"Why? Because I fuckin' love doing this. It's my favorite thing. I could do it all day. I would do it to you. I'd fuckin' love to. You only need to ask, darlin'."

Your mouth opens, closes, opens. What? What did he just say? Your brain short-circuits.

Joel walk towards you and puts a finger underneath your chin, gently closing your gaping mouth. He then rips the page out of the magazine, and puts it on your kitchen table.

"Think about it."

Then he casually walks out and closes the door behind him. You just stand stand there, blinking. Looking at the door, to the table, to the offending piece of paper laying there. You grab it and shove it into a kitchen drawer. No, wait, you don't want to keep it. You should throw it away, or burn it. Yes, that's exactly what you're going to do! But once it's in your hands, you can't help yourself... you take a look. If you squint a little, the man looks like Joel, the woman like y- No!! You crumple it and get on with your day.

That night, when you lay in bed, your mind starts to wonder. Would it be so bad if you'd let him? You have very little experience. Somebody tried it once after you'd asked him, but after a few seconds he said he didn't like doing it, didn't like the taste. It made you feel very insecure and after that one time, you never let it happen again. Told the guys who wanted to go down on you, it wasn't your thing. But truth is, you'd love to know what it would feel like and Joel did say it's his favorite thing to do. You start to imagine what it would be like with him. What it would feel like. His face between your legs, gripping his curly hair, his tongue deep inside you. You gasp as you feel your pussy throb. You swing your legs over the side of your bed and walk towards your livingroom. After a short search you find the crumpled piece of paper underneat your couch. Taking it with you to the bedroom, you slowly unfold it. You make yourself come twice. And when you wake in the morning, you're still feeling needy and make yourself come again. This repeats itself for 3 days.

You must talk to Joel.

You find him on his front porch, drinking coffee, reading a book. He doesn't look up when he greets you.

"Mornin'"

"Morning."

This is hard. You practiced this conversation in your head a million times, but now he's actually in front of you, only silence fills your brain.

"Can I help you, darlin'?" he asks, closing his book.

"I- I just want to..."

He stands and opens his front door.

"Come inside."

He steps inside and when you follow he closes the door behind you. You just stand there looking at him like a fool.

"Coffee?" he offers.

"No," you reply. "I came here to...ask you...if you w-" you take a deep breath.

"Yes?"

"Did you mean what you said, Joel?"

He's catching on straight away.

"I'd love nothing more," he's dead serious. "Is that why you're here?"

You hold up the crumpled piece of paper and his eyes darken. He puts his empty cup in the kitchen sink and takes your hand. Slowly turning you around, he grabs your shoulder and gently pushes you into one of the wooden chairs. Taking the paper, he lays it on the table for you to see, then he lowers himself onto his knees in front of you.

"Joel, ha!" a nervous laugh escapes you, "you really want to do this right n-"

"Yes."

He puts his hands on your knees, gliding them up towards your thighs, taking the fabric of your summer dress with them. Then his hands go to the inside of your thighs and back to your knees, slowly spreading your legs.

You bite your lower lip, your fingers gripping the armrests.

He scoots a little closer, bringing his face in between your legs. His nose rubs you through your panties and he lets out a soft moan. You feel yourself getting wet. He must feel it too.

"Been thinking about this every night," he murmers against you. "Can't fuckin' think of anything else."

One of his hands pushes your panties to the side and his fingers slide over you. Your eyes close and a whimper escapes you. He flicks his tongue against you and moans. The sound vibrating against your clit. Your hands fist into his hair and you grind yourself against his mouth.

"So wet already, fuckin' delicious," he slurs.

And that's how it begins. And about an hour and 6 orgasms later, he stops. Not because he wants to, but because you can't take it any more. Your hair is plastered to your face, sweat running down your neck, your legs shaking, the muscles tense and sore. His head rests on one of your thighs, his eyes are closed and he looks utterly content. His mustache and beard are glistening with your juices.

"Joel?"

He opens his eyes.

"Hm?"

"You want me to return the favor?"

He smiles and stands, taking your hand.

"No, s'okay. Let me walk you back to your house."

You're confused, but too tired to argue or ask him about it. So you let him help you to your feet and hold onto him as he walks you back to your house.

It turns into an 'arrangement' of sorts. When you feel needy, you go to him. No words needed. He takes you inside and eats you out until you scream for him to stop. He never comes to your house, and he never asks for anything in return. Always turns you down when you offer.

As time passes, his refusal to receive is driving you crazy. Because he won't let you touch him, you want it more than anything. He's on your mind 24/7. You want to seek him out daily, but you resist the temptation, trying to minimize it to 2 or 3 times a week. It's been 2 days and you're already squirming in your seat. You'll go to him today, and you will ask him about it.

He sees you coming and opens his door with a grin. You sit on the chair, it's the routine, but before he can drop to his knees, you cross your legs. The motion stops him, confuses him.

"Please, sit," you point towards another chair. "I want to ask you something."

He gives you a stern look, but sits down. One of his eyebrows raise while he waits for you to continue.

"I was wondering. Is there a reason you never want anything in return? Is it not working anymore?" you gesture towards his crotch.

At first he just looks at you, blinking a few times, then he chokes, his hand covering his mouth, and then....he starts to laugh. Out loud for christ sake! The rich sound of it echoes through the room. You stare at him, it was a serious question.

"It is working just fine, baby."

He goes to stand in front of you, ready to drop to his knees again, but you're not done with this conversation yet.

"I want you, Joel."

He looks down at you, an emotion you can't identify crosses briefly over his face, but then he shakes his head and it's gone.

"No. You don't."

You touch his stomach, but he flinches away from you. With his back towards you, he starts to breathe heavily. What is going on?

"You don't want me. You don't know me. You don't know the things I've done. I don't deserve it." He turns around again, but he doesn't look at you.

What is he talking about? You raise your hand again, an unbearable need to touch him, to comfort him consuming you, but he puts up a hand to stop you.

"Don't. "

You rise and the both of you stand in front of eachother awkwardly. He runs a hand over his face and you fiddle with the seem of your dress.

"Look. We either continue like this, or we don't continue at all," his voice sounds strained.

You look him up and down. Slowly shaking your head.

"No, please, Joel" you whisper.

He shakes his head and the look he gives you almost makes you change your mind, but you turn around and walk out of his house, out of this arrangement. You need time, time to make Joel Miller accept your touch. For him to enjoy being on the receiving end. You keep walking and don't look back.

Two weeks pas. Three weeks pas. You're working again. Tommy came to your house last week, said he had overreacted and offered you your job back. You have no idea if Joel had anything to do with it, you haven't seen him since your last encounter. The need to seek him out is almost overwhelming at this point. You can think of nothing else. Your job's providing you with much needed distraction during the day, but during the evenings and nights...he's all you can think about.

You haven't come up with a sollution yet. How to convince somebody to be on the receiving end of sex. Ha! Even saying it in your mind sounds ridiculous.

The little bell next to the door shimes, signaling a customer. You look up to find Joel standing in the doorway, his gaze already on you. You stare at eachother for a good few seconds, before he walks in and grabs a box of rusty old nails. He places it on the counter, not meeting your eye.

"These, please."

You wait for him to look at you again, but he won't.

"Joel, I-"

He starts talking at the exact same moment, interrupting you.

"Please, come see me after work?"

You nod while he gives you a once over before storming out of the shop. The box of nails left untouched on the counter.

You leave 5 minutes early, freshen up and put on a nice dress. Convincing yourself it's not for practical reasons, but just to look nice.

He's on his porch, waiting for you. His shoulders relax a little when he spots you, like he was afraid you wouldn't show up.

"Hi."

"Hi."

He opens his door, and you enter, but once inside you're not sure what to do. Do you sit on one of the wooden chairs? Are you both going to pretend nothing happened? Will you sit on his couch? Or maybe you should just stand here and wait for him to make the first move? You choose the latter.

He's nervous, you can tell. His hands are everywhere: in his hair, touching his neck, removing imaginary lint from his clothes. He clears his throat.

"I miss you," he shakes his head and groans. "No, fuck. I mean, I miss our arrangement."

"I do too, Joel"

"Then why didn't you come to me?" he looks almost desperate.

"I want you to get something out of this as well and -."

"I do! I told you, I love doing it," he interrupts you, becoming frustrated.

"and I want to touch you, Joel."

He puts up his hands in defeat, groaning.

"Fuck," he hisses. "I already told you I don't...I can't."

"Yes you can. Just let me, please."

He turns to face you again. You can see his resolve starting to crumble a little.

"If you don't like it, we can stop."

"That's exactly the problem... I will like it. I know I will, and then I'll want more. And I don't deserve that. I always fuck things up. Or you will die on me and -"

He stops himself, he said too much, you can see it in his eyes. He's angry at himself, angry for his blabbering.

He walks towards the kitchen and his hands grip the counter, turning his knuckles white.

He's staring out the window, probably remembering things from the past. After a while his breathing becomes shallow. He's having a panick attack, you recognize them all too well.

You slowly approach, waiting for him to acknowledge your presence behind him. He doesn't, so you lightly touch his shoulder. He doesn't flinch this time, but you can feel his muscles tense. He looks sideways to your hand, confused as to why it's there. You glide it slowly towards his bicep, he allows it. And then, you throw all caution in the wind as you step into him as your arms wind themselves around his waist, your head rests against his back as you hold him. He doesn't move, doesn't even breathe, so you tell him to.

"Breathe, Joel. Just breathe".

The breath he was holding, leaves him in a big sigh and you feel him slowly start to relax in your arms. His shoulders drop and one of his hands folds over one of yours, keeping it in place. The other's still gripping the counter.

You stay like this for a couple of minutes, untill Joel's breathing is mimicking yours. Calm and even. What happens next is something you didn't expect. He turns around, facing you, and after a moment of contemplating, he suddenly hugs you back. One of his hands slides around your waist and the other tangles in your hair, while he molds you against him. He lowers his head so his face rests against your neck and he breathes you in. You stroke his back with one hand, his hair with the other. After a while he pulls back and looks at you. Almost reluctantly, you take a step back. You smile, but his face stays completely serious.

"I will come back tomorrow."

He nods and there is it: a smile. Albeit a little one, it's still a smile. He opens the door and when you walk pass him, he lightly touches your shoulder.

The hours go by ever so slowly. No customers to distract you, only your own treacherous thoughts.

One hour to go and you already can't take it anymore.

The bell chimes and you look up to find Joel marching towards you. His eyes dart around the store, searching for other customers. When he finds none, he grabs your arm and walks you to the little back room.

"Joel? What are y-"

He closes the door, and before you can finish your sentence, he spins you in his arms, pushing you against the door.

"Joel?"

"Couldn't wait any longer," he murmers against the top of your head.

You expect him to kiss you, or drop to his knees, but he doesn't....he just holds you. One of his hands strokes your back, while the other is around your neck, pushing your face against his chest. He smells so good. Woody, smokey, strong, masculine.

You stand there for about 5 minutes before he releases you. You look up at him, finding his gaze already upon you. He brings his right hand to your face to put a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek.

The bell chimes again. Of fuckin' course.

Joel motions for you to enter the shop, while he leaves through the back door. You wait 'til he's gone before you walk back inside to find Tommy looking for you.

"Hey. Have you seen Joel?"

"Nope."

Half an hour to go.

He isn't on his porch like usual, so you knock and wait. After a few knocks, just when you think he isn't home, the door opens and he's there. He showered, his hair's still wet and slicked back. He's wearing a dark denim buttom up with the sleeves rolled up, showing his muscular forearms. God, he's so handsome.

You sit on his couch this time, with him right next to you, manspreading, his knee almost touching yours. You're immensely aware of his presence, his body, his heat, his scent.

"Listen," he begins, "this thing," he gestures between you and him "it's not easy for me."

You nod, don't want to interrupt him.

"I don't deserve you,"

There's so much you want to say, but you remain silent. Taking in his pained expression, you can tell he's struggling. He's a man that doesn't like to talk about things.

"and I should probably let you go, but I can't," he pinches the bridge of his nose and scoffs.

"I'm a selfish motherfucker."

"I don't want anyone else, Joel."

He looks at you and shakes his head.

"You should darlin', you really, really should."

You scoot towards him. Slinging your left leg over his left thigh, leaning into him.

"But I don't."

His hand starts to stroke your shoulder. His expressive brown eyes seek yours as he leans in and whispers in your ear:

"Then touch me, damnit."

You let your head rest against his chest, angling upwards so your lips graze the underside of his jaw. Your hand starts to slide over his chest, over his stomach, his thigh. His head falls back against the couch, his mouth opens and his breathing speeds up. Your mouth latches onto his neck, your tongue laving avainst the little bitemarks you leave. Sitting up a bit more, you bring your mouth to his ear, while your hand ghosts over the prominent bulge in his jeans. Earning you a low groan. Oh, how you dreamed about this.

"You okay?" you whisper in his ear, licking his lobe.

He turns his head sideways and his lips find yours. He kisses your bottom lip and then he swipes his tongue over your top lip. You gasp at the sensation and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth.

"Hmm, s'good, baby," he murmers against you.

His hands cup your face as he deepens the kiss, pulling you on top of him. His hands grab your ass as he guides you over his hard cock. You grind against him and he stops kissing you, instead looking into your eyes while he grunts with each trust of your hips.

Much to your frustration his hands suddenly disappear from your body, as he stands and grasps your arm, yanking you towards his bedroom.

"You're supposed to touch me," he grins as he walks your towards his bed, "not the other way around."

He sits down, spreads his legs and waits.

You don't need any further encouragement. Getting on your knees in front of him, making quick work of his fly and sliding his jeans down. You palm him through his boxers while he strokes your cheek.

You bring your face close to him and gently start to kiss his lenght, enjoying the little moans and hisses that escape him.

"Fuck," Joel groans, "please."

His plea shoots straight to your very core, he's desperate for your touch. Finally.

Your fingers slide underneath the elastic waistband and you push his boxers down, freeing the most beautiful erect cock you've ever seen in your life. He's big, but not overly so. Slightly curved and uncircumcised. A beautiful big vein runs along the side and you lean in to follow it with your tongue, all the way up to his weeping head. He leans back on both his arms, moaning your name with an involuntary trust of his hips.

You take the head into your mouth, gently sucking it, not moving down yet. Your tongue swirling around it and you let your spit dribble down his length, coating him. The sounds he emits make your pussy clench, the need to touch yourself almost overwhelming, but you resist. You never imagined him being so vocal, it's a major turn-on.

Your right hand cradles his balls, while you take him further into your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down, your left hand curling around the lower half of his shaft, pumping.

"Fuck," Joel moans above you.

His hips start to move, meeting your mouth, and one of his hands fists in your hair, but he doesn't pull you towards him. The noises that fill the room make you blush. The wet sound of your sucking, slurping, combined with both of your moans.

"I need more," you say while giving his head a last lick.

"Take it, baby, take it," Joel whispers.

You push down your panties and slip of your dress. Joel's eyes widen at the sight of your naked form. Then you reach for the buttons of his flanel, undoing them one by one. Revealing his tan, gorgeous body. A slight spatter of dark hair covers his chest, his nipples are dark and his slight tummy is rapidly moving while he's struggling to breathe. You take his jeans and boxers and slip them off. The both of you stare at each other for a few seconds. Taking the other in. Then he scoots back and you climb on top of him, pushing your soaking pussy against his hard cock. Gliding your wet lips over his lenght, while his hands grip your hips.

"Sweetheart," he warns.

With a slight angle of your hips, his head is suddenly right at your entrance and you lower yourself. You're so wet, he bottoms out in one thrust. Falling against his chest you need a minute to adjust. It's been a while and Joel's not exactly small. Once you feel your body relax you push yourself up, placing both of your hands on his broad chest. His hands are on your ass, kneading, stroking, his cock deep inside of you. Joel needs more too, his hands now griping your arse and helping you move on top of him. He puts his feet on the matress for leverage and takes over. Fucking you hard. You try to meet his trusts but you can't, falling helplessly against his chest. Your orgasm is approaching, your pussy contracts around him. He feels it too.

"You gonna come for me baby? Fuck yes. Please come, please."

His brutal pace combined with his pleas send you straight over the edge. Your body freezes, your pussy fluttering and squeezing around him. He doesn't stop his movements, chasing his own high. Your slick starts to run down his cock and onto his stomach.

"Joel," you moan.

He pulls out of you and his hot cum splashes on your ass. His eyes squeeze shut while he groans your name. You feel another orgasm building from just looking at him coming undone.

When he finally opens his eyes to look at you, you take his hand, and guide his fingers inside of you. He grunts and starts thrusting them in and out of you while crooking them a bit. When he puts his thumb on your clit, your second orgasm almost hits you immediately. A slight stream of liquid gushes out of you onto his stomach. You fall fowards and he holds you, one hand around your back, one hand in your hair. His fingers gently moving inside you until he's sure you're done.

"Sorry, that never happened before," you whisper against his chest. You're so ashamed you don't dare to look up.

"Baby, don't fuckin' apologize for it," he murmers in your hair. "Fucking hottest thing I've seen in my life. Goin' to explore it some more later."

When you open your eyes, you're confused as to where you are, but then memories of last night flood your mind. Joel holding you against him, stroking your back, you must have fallen asleep.

Rolling onto your side you check if he's still in bed with you. He is. He's on his stomach, head resting on one of his arms, awake, looking at you.

"Hi."

"Hi."

You reach for him, but you're hesitant. He notices and takes your hand, planting little kisses on the inside of your wrist.

"Are you okay?" you ask him.

"Yes, you?"

You lean in untill your lips almost touch his.

"More than okay," you whisper against him before stroking his bottom lip with your tongue.

He grabs you and rolls you onto your back, positioning himself on top of you.

"Turns out I was just a little touch starved," he pushes the head of his growing erection against your already wet folds.

"Let's remedy that," you meet his hips and he moans before kissing you.

"Fuck yes".

[bee-named-alex]

So episode 6 of IWTV s2. My thoughts? Many. Enjoy them, I'll try to make it as coherent as possible in my current state. Spoilers and my mental breakdown below the cut

Fuck this. I cannot wait for a week after this episode, how am I supposed to be normal after this???

So I guess I'll start from the start? The tension is in every word and I get why Daniel's getting afraid for his life, I mean I am afraid for his life rn and he's not even real.

The Dubai scenes, they contrast really well with the first couple episodes of this season. The cracks in Loumand relationship are very apparent now, they can't even decide on what painting to have in their house. And I read a post that was like "season 1 was music, season 2 is art" and it's so true and this means like their relationship is empty i guess or something. Maybe just that it's falling apart.

And the way they began this season holding hands and sitting so close, acting like everything was perfect, ready to fight Daniel and now they sit as far away as possible, fight like all the time about everything and Louis and Daniel (and even Rashid I think) keep on further unionizing against Armand... I think that's just great.

And Armand knowing that they know and from the start trying to spin it. I'm not sure how the sentence "Why do you ask, love?" from Louis is like the coldest thing ever but it just is.

I'll talk more about Dubai later.

But now to Paris. Claudia's diary "Fuck these vampires" - girl's so right (in both meanings of that word btw). Claudia was never really my fave, but out of everyone I feel like she deserves a happy ending the most (not counting daniel here) and fuck, she's not getting it. i know but it still hurts like hell.

Her and Madeleine's relationship is great. Inbetween all the plotting and manipulation and murder this feels like one of the only peaceful things. In the scene where Claudia reveals herself I though that she's like Madeleine's guardian angel. But also an angel of death. But Madeleine doesn't mind and I think that's very important, that she doesn't really see Claudia as a monster - or maybe she does, but it doesn't change what she feels (after all, she thinks that she's a monster)

Then the turning. First Louis trying to convince Armand and him not obeying- as Daniel says "maitre only when it's hot or convinient" (it was hot in the art room btw and it's so not fair that we didn't get to see at least a little more i mean that whole scene was inexplicably so hot and i need moreeee).

But it also reminded me of another post, the "Armand is a willingly leashed tiger" because like yeah, Louis has the power up until the point when Armand no longer wants him to have it. (also Louis persuasion being "imagine me without the burden of her" sucks, like sorry but this hurts, even if you didn't mean it and yes it matters if you meant it. But his later method - aka kiss to shut him the hell up - seems much better.)

Then I got a little pissed or perhaps confused at his "Are you asking or making me?" because we know that Louis can't actually make Armand do anything, not when he is 100 % sure he doesnt want to. Because if he could, Armand would've turned Madeleine. (speaking of, Armand not having turned anyone is pretty interesting, but i guess that that's how it was in the books and it was important so sure why not)

Also Louis' "It's ok, it's ok" here reminded me of "Of course, of course!" and also "It's fine, he's fine, we're fine" and it's just so funny how they all think that if they say things over and over again they'll convince themselves that they're true.

The turning itself was beautiful, as Louis said it would be. Like it wasn't violent, there wasn't fear, no tears. Just love and devotion and I'm so sad that Claudia's and Madeleine's beautiful dream didn't last longer.

Louis not caring afterwards is just another exampke of his dissociative state and I worry about his mental well-being. (All of their mental and physical well-beings tbh)

In Dubai again, Armand finally talking about the erased memories and how they both hate on him for it and they're right. Like what do you mean Daniel doesn't have the right to be angry, of course he does. It's fun to see Daniel delighted about fighting Armand.

But also... Louis asked him to get rid of those momeries (if he believe him. And I, in this episode more than ever and despite my better knowledge, do believe Armand. Maybe it's just because of Assad's phenomenal acting but I believe his words and I believe his tears. Which actually makes this all worse btw.) and that makes the whole situation suddenly much more complicated.

Other Paris plot - Santiago (fuck Santiago) and his coup -, yeah that kept me on my toes for the entire episode. Like Armand says that he was in love and Louis says that he got lazy but I just think he must've been blind to not see it.

I feel like Dubai kinda reflects this (Louis and Daniel unionizing as we've said and so it's like Armand losing his power over his people again) but also. Paris and it's aftermath was the biggest crisis of their relationship, must've been (followed by San Francisco and Daniel I'm sure). But now as the recount it they are also reliving it and are also in a full-blown crisis and i hope this one doesn't end in a fire.

And the ending of it all. Fuck. I was near tears watching it.

The double-date in the cafe felt like a dream, they even said in the episode insider that they wanted it to feel surreal or something like that, like a romantic comedy. And for a few minutes it does. They let you believe that they could be happy. You know they won't, you know that shit's about to go down and everything will end in ruin but this single scene makes you beg, no please, no don't fuck it up, just stay happy, like this, it can be good. And despite knowing what's coming, you stick your claws into this idea of happiness like a lifeline.

And then it hurts that much more when this perfect bubble pops.

I admire all the actors because idk what Armand was feeling the moment he stepped outside but through Assad's acting I felt it too. And as Louis looks around, seeing the world stop, here I know exactly what he must've felt- the realization hits, the betrayl and then the immense worry for Claudia and Jacob portrays it so beautifully.

"He chose." This breaks my heart. Because what did he choose exactly, or better yet, what did he choose over? I mean this is terrible, the trial, but what was his other choice? He calls himself a coward so maybe it was Louis and Claudia and Madeleine or him that the coven would go after. But maybe this was actually the better choice idk.

But like you see the regret in Armand's face in Paris but especially in Dubai and I trust him. I believe him that he regrets it, I believe him the tears and as I've said that just makes it so much worse. Because he chose this and now they suffer for it and he suffers for it too and blames himself (rightfully so), but it still hurts.

And then Lestat. Fuck. I knew this was gonna come (I just couldn't help myself and because of my recklessness saw a spoiler, that he's gonna be there) but that in no way did that knowledge diminish what I felt when I saw him. Because, hell, idk I'm just so excited to finally have him back because I love him but also I hate him and am so scared as to what he's gonna do. He's gonna testify against Louis and Claudia sure but what if he won't? Does he want to kill or fuck Louis? Will his and Armand's past play part in this or is that a box to remain unopened until later?

"You cannot script a hurricane" they said and so this means Lestat will go off script. But to what extent? At least to which it results in burning the theatre down.

The preview didn't help my state, quite the contrary actually. Louis in Paris is scared that Lestat's gonna come. Santiago's laughing. What does Armand feel? Who knows not me, I'm just scared. And excited. I feel like I won't fall asleep for two days after this but it's fine. I'm fine, everything's fine.

[vhagarlovebot]

oh gods this is not a request, but the previous anon who spoke about Aemond being introduced in a loving environment around food is SO right!

it might be the fact that I am also Italian and I have always been forced to spend the meals around my family but now that I am living far from them and I rarely share the meal with somebody, I truly treasure those moments, so I can totally see Aemond doing the same.

(I truly can't wait for that request to be out and thank you nonnie for requesting it and thank you for bringing it up). I just wanted to add my own thought that I think that also, with how they were raised, none of the Targaryen-Hightower children ever learned how to properly cook for themselves (like at first they had staff for meals and then in college: Aegon was too lazy, Aemond was too busy and Helaena probably forgets to eat too many times). and I just imagine Aemond with a s/o who actually discovers this (like they come to hang out to his place and they always have take out, which is fine... if you have Aemond's money, but... let's see what's in your fridge... nothing?!).

and the s/o low key bringing him homemade food/leftovers and teaching him how to cook basic stuff to survive and then having kitchen lessons together, which end up with burnt food and flour on their faces as they giggle, I... ok new love language: food.

gwen’s note: no bc i’m living in a different city now (6 hours away from my family) and when they call me every weekend and i see them all together my heart breaks 💔 bc i miss that. and writing that req while i’m with them for the holidays just made me the happiest.

imagine going to aemond’s apartment for the first time, you have been seeing each other for a couple of weeks now. he takes you there because his siblings aren’t home and he can have a little peace and intimate moment with you. but you are starving because you haven’t eaten anything, just coffee after leaving your house in the morning, and the popcorns you ate during the movie weren’t enough.

“i make this incredible chicken,” you say, taking off your coat, walking to the kitchen. “and i mean finger-licking good.” you open the fridge, listing the vegetables you’ll need in your head, only to find it empty.

you find nothing in the kitchen, no groceries, no fruits, no vegetables. it is a miracle they have plates and glasses.

you end up eating take out. and after the meal, as you cuddle on the sofa watching true crime documentaries, you grab his phone, opening the notes, and when aemond asks what are you doing, you simply show him the screen that reads “groceries <3”.

the next day you go to the grocery store, and you love going to that place, to buy everything you will need to make your recipe and what you know they need to basically survive. aemond says you don’t need to look at the prices because he can pay for all of it, and oh of course you know that.

and when you go back to the house, aegon, helaena and daeron are already there, surprised at seeing so many bags full of different kinds of things.

you spend the rest of the day organizing the entire kitchen with their help, trying to teach them basic things like how to make pasta and rice, and how to use the brand new oven they haven’t used since they got the apartment.

and you make that special chicken recipe you learnt from your grandma, with three pair of blue eyes watching very closely your every move.

the four siblings end up eating a homemade dinner, sitting on the big table in their living room for the first time.

[alreadyjackbestfriend]

UNFAIR PT. 2

GENRE: angst, fluff

A/N: I know it's been a long time, and I apologize. I have been in a very intense creative block, but I hope you like it, this is the second and last part of this story, I'LL LEAVE THE FIRST PART HERE to refresh your memory!

days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into a fucking month. Your heart was so heavy, after a year of talking to Jack every day you could now count on one hand the number of times you'd talked in the past few weeks, and it was always short conversations that ended with "I'm not ready to talk yet."

Obviously, you didn't talk to Urban either, from time to time you saw his stories and you felt that you weren't so alone in your heartbreak, but then you remembered that you were the reason for his misery, and you felt even worse.

For a while you thought about going out to partys and posting everything you were enjoying as if it were real, but that was not your essence. You felt bad, you felt more than bad, you felt like your heart had been ripped into a thousand pieces, and while you weren't going to share it with the world, you weren't going to pretend otherwise either. your socials had been empty for a month, and although you evidently didn’t know it, Jack was losing his mind without even a shred of your day to day, so that’s why he was right now in his car looking at your house from the distance.

His heart jumped when he saw your figure walk out the front door, you were wearing a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants, your hair was taken carelessly, and your face didn't have that usual glow, but despite that, you smiled, the reason for your smile was your puppy. jack had been the one who had given it to you months before, and you thought that there was no better name than "snoopy", since its black and white colors reminded you of the cartoon.

snoopy was playing with you in your front yard when suddenly his attention was diverted to something behind you and he ran off desperately. your heart skipped a beat at the possibility that some car was passing and hit him, but quickly a tall figure with curls took him in his arms. It didn't take a second for your pup to start licking his face excitedly, making him laugh. You didn't even realize when you started to smile at the scene… shit, how you'd missed him. quickly your smile faded and tears began to fall down your cheeks, your heart felt heavy and you just wanted to hide. you loved him so much that it hurt, it hurt to see his smile after a month of just seeing photos on a screen, it hurt to see how beautiful he was and how good he was while you felt like a complete mess.

you didn't even care about snoopy in that moment, you knew he was safe and would be fine, you just ran to your door and went inside your house for shelter. in your desperation you couldn’t hear the footsteps that immediately followed you, and in a few seconds his arms surrounded your sobbing body lying on the chair.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" his soft voice said as a chill ran through your body.

"stop" you replied weakly after a few moments, pulling away from his body, but turning to look at him. despite the pain and the tears on your cheeks, you had to face it, "I know that our relationship is not strictly over, and that you needed time to think, but you can't pretend that the last time we saw each other you let me go sad and angry"

"That's exactly what I'm not trying to do, y/n. I came to apologize, to talk things over, as it should be, face to face and not through useless texts. I wasn't ready to talk to you because I didn't want to do it through a screen, I didn't want to apologize to you through a phone. I know I didn't handle things well and I'm here to try to fix them before it's too late, because that would kill me. you and urban are some of the most important people to me, and you can't imagine how miserable I've been away from you, I just... I just hope that urban can forget his feelings for you and we can all be okay again. that's all i want, i never wanted anyone to get hurt.”

"I know, Jack. Me neither." you took a deep breath, "and I can imagine how difficult and strange this situation has been for you, but…"

"but that doesn't justify my behavior, I know and I admit it, and I'll apologize a thousand times if necessary, I just need to know that our relationship hasn't died forever"

"jack" you sighed, "as much as I wanted, that could never happen. You know that I’m yours forever”

you watched as a tear fell down Jack's cheek, "I can only think about how lucky I am to have you, and how I wish my best friend could experience this with someone who reciprocates. I've thought so much about him…trying to think about what he must be feeling, and... I just want him to be happy, he's my brother"

"I know, Jack" you said, taking his face in your hands, "and he's a great guy, you'll see that soon there will be a girl who loves him for who he is, it's not very difficult to fall in love with urban wyatt, it's just that he has I've been in his own world all this time"

"yes, yes, it's not difficult... but it has to be impossible for you, you're mine"

"Jack!"

"what? I'm making a joke about it, isn't that a good thing?" he told you smiling, and his smile spread to your face.

"very good"

***

Jack contacted Urban that same day, bringing back the two people most important to him in less than 24 hours, making all the anguish he had felt in the last month go away. But 6 months had already passed, and although you had discussed it with Jack a couple of times, you still hadn't decided if it was a good time for you to share space with him again.

Until, one day, Jack received a message from Urban that left him completely confused.

"what's happening?" you asked, seeing how he was staring at the screen of his phone.

"urban...says he...has a surprise for both of us?"

at that moment you didn't know who was more confused of the two, but jack replied that you could meet him at that very moment. Urban responded with an address, and you and Jack got in his car.

once there, you realized that it was a restaurant, although nothing very elegant, just a simple place to hang out. Urban was sitting alone at a table for four.

jack and urban greeted each other as usual, but when his friend's eyes landed on you, you didn't know what to do. urban just gave you a warm smile and walked over to give you a little hug. that simple gesture made you feel like you could breathe in peace again.

The three of you sat down and started talking, there wasn't any tension or awkwardness in the atmosphere, which made you feel grateful that the bad time you all had was finally coming to an end, and all of that was reinforced when Jack asked " and what was the surprise?”, and as if by magic, a lovely girl walked through the front door, quickly meeting urban with her eyes and apologizing for the delay.

The eyes of your boyfriend's best friend shone like the sun at the mere sight of that girl, much, much more than when his heart was trapped by you, and the best thing is that this time, that shine was reciprocated.

"guys, this is sophie"

the girl smiled at you, and greeted you enthusiastically. although before sitting down with you, she excused herself to go to the toilet.

Jack looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow, but a playful expression on his face, and Urban began to speak rapidly.

"This wasn't planned, not at all. Sophie isn't someone I'm using to make me forget about how I felt before," he explained, not wanting to refer explicitly to his feelings for you, "I think...I don't know, life is giving me something that I really wanted to experience for a long time, which is... to love someone and them loving me back in the same way. For the first time in a long time, I feel happy, and now that I think about it, I wouldn’t have met sophie if this bad moment hadn't happened between us, so I think that was the twisted way in which fate led me to what I wanted"

"fate, huh?" taunted jack

"Jack!" you said, giving him a reproachful look

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding" he said with his hands up, "I'm very happy for you man, I really am" he said this time, sincerely.

"Me too" you said, placing your hand over his for a brief moment.

"I know I never told you, but you guys are my example of true love, I think that if I get to have half of what you have, I'll be more than happy”

your eyes quickly filled with tears at his words.

"aw, baby" jack told you, hugging you, and urban just smiled, as the girl who had stolen his heart came up from behind and kissed the top of his head before sitting down with you.

[logan-lieutenant]

i feel so high school (au) pt. 5.C: pierresteban

anyway here are some high school aus for my fav f1 rpf ships and an exploration of who knows how to ball, and who knows aristotle

(pierresteban continued)

ANYWAY so after that particular dance both of their heads are just like !!??!!??!! until finally they're both outside the studio and esteban starts walking away immediately and pierre– actually yknow what i'm gonna write a bit how the conversation more or less goes

p: hey. esteban. ESTIE!

e (whirling around): don't FUCKING call me that! .... what?!

p: hey, can... can we talk?

e (mind exploding in anger and frustration and confusion and need to retreat): i have nothing to say to you. –– and i need to catch the bus.

p: this late?

e (scoffs): yeah, sorry, my lexus is in the shop.

p: i can give you a ride...

and because esteban is shellshocked and not thinking straight and tired and fine maybe he's weak to his own stupid imagination he says yes. and esteban can't decide if it's creepy or achingly sweet that pierre remembers where his house is and doesn't make a single wrong turn or ask for directions once. and then they just sit in the parked car far enough down the street that esteban's parents couldn't see and just stare straight ahead and the silence stretches on with everything they haven't said confessed screamed at each other for years until pierre just mumbles in the most broken voice esteban has heard since they were kids and pierre's dog died

he tells esteban what happened, why he missed school. what he lost.

and the conversation is awkward and hesitant and walking on broken glass because they haven't had an actual sit-down conversation alone for years but esteban knows instinctively like this is killing him. after all this time i'm still the only person he trusts with the fractured pieces of his heart and he has to fucking tell someone because this is destroying him inside and maybe he just reaches out and puts his hand on the console in between the seats so it's there if pierre wants it and pierre does

pierre just reaches over and closes his eyes and takes esteban's hand and squeezes it and they're both pretending like pierre's face isn't shining with tears that glint in the flickering street lights and there's more silence but this time it's different, it feels like they're both thinking the exact same thing but both too scared

e: it's getting late...

p: yeah, yeah, sorry. you should probably go. (draws his hand away)

e: looks down at his own empty hand, then at the car door handle: yeah.

[waiting]

before he can chicken out esteban leans over and kisses pierre on the cheek before he says goodnight and then he gets out of the car

and in the following weeks they don't know how to talk to each other but they both know that something's going on, there's a spark catching and they're both terrified of the light but irrepressibly drawn to the heat. maybe they both sign up for an hour or so of empty studio time a week to practice and maybe there's only one studio available that late at night and they both know it. maybe they do more partner routines maybe they do the same choreo maybe they watch each other in the mirror for a little too long. pierre drives esteban home every week and then it gets to the point where he picks esteban up from class even on the days pierre doesn't have class himself and they start finding places around town that become their places just at night. places they remember. a park, a 7-11, a hiking trail, a waffle house (because nothing says teenage queer romance like waffle house)

esteban gets selected for the solo routine in that year's recital and the first time he practices his routine on stage/in full costume it's just him and pierre and pierre watches cross-legged from the very edge of the stage and when esteban finally finished pierre stands up and he's openly crying, and esteban's out of breath and dizzy from dancing his fucking heart out and he just gasps like, "what?" because even after everything he's never seen pierre look at him like that and pierre just shakes his head in shock and awe and murmurs, "you're beautiful"

we all know what happens after that

[kinardsevan]

Think we will get a season 8 Christmas episode? Maybe something maybe Love Actually inspired?

welp, anon. I have a confession. I've never seen Love Actually.

Wow that feels better.

😂😂😂😂😂

Okay but seriously, though, I would LOVE a Christmas episode. I know I wrote a treatment up on this recently, but I have no idea where it's at now.

If we get one, I honestly imagine it being reflected on some level in relation to how Castle handed Caskett's first Christmas. Tommy is used to being alone, so he'll have agreed to work the Christmas shift, and of course Evan will be utterly disappointed because he's in love this Christmas, and it's not like it was with Taylor where they were fumbling around with each other. I think part of the whole thing with him and Tommy having it so easy is that they know what they want, both out of the relationship and from one another. So I expect that at some point during the season (preferably before this) that we will see Tommy have his moment where gets to tell Evan that he needs to watch himself on going Full Buck because he expects him to come home now. By correlation, this will be Evan's chance to give a response on the same level, that Tommy might be used to being on his own, but he's not anymore, and Evan is waiting at home for him. He loves him and wants to spend the holidays with his man. As much as we're all in love with them and want them to make it down the aisle quickly, I truly think Christmas would be the start of moving towards living together. Again, they don't have the kind of complications that Madney faced in their relationship, so I think when this decision is made, it'll be a move made far easier and quicker. (I honestly think that I love you will be a bigger deal for them than moving in together because saying I love you is a big step for them, given their upbringings/prior relationships). Another one of the reasons I can see this being something that happens in a Christmas episode is because in order for them to live together, I honestly see Buck giving up the loft and moving in with Tommy. As much as it's headcanon, it also makes sense with him being FAA certified, former military, etc., to own his own house, and he's not going to give up an actual slice of land for a lease on a loft. Further, I think Evan giving up the loft would also speak to the fact that he's not in the bachelor phase of his life anymore; he's ready to settle down. (I've seriously digressed here lol).

But now that I've googled Love Actually, I think that would be saved for them getting engaged (or buying a house together?). I can't see that being used for a Christmas episode that would be more inclined towards moving them into the same dwelling because it wouldn't pack the same punch. Because again, I see the Christmas episode really culminating in an ending similar to the end of the s5 one where they're all together, except then Evan splits off to go to Harbor and see Tommy. This is where they have their whole discussion where they talk about coming home to one another. I really like the symbolism of an empty box from Evan to Tommy, telling him that he wants to live together (look they're unpacking boxes together 😂 i know, i know, I'm a nerd). HOWEVER. The way you DO get love actually in the same episode? Is if my original concept comes to fruition and you get both in the same episode. Evan says he wants to move in together, Tommy says yes. But then Tommy tells him he doesn't just want to live with him, he wants the whole kit and caboodle. (Bonus points if he goes with my idea of proposing with a bread tie.) And obviously, Evan would say yes.

(And then the smart ass in me says this is where we would get the much-anticipated helicopter crash, right at the end of the episode, sending us all into a panic for the next 4-6 weeks over the new year.)

[wandafiction]

Realisations - Just Us Chapter 71

Warnings: Angst, Hurt, Talks Of Abusive Relationship, Talks of Trauma

Word Count: 4328

Series List | Chapter 70 | Chapter 72

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(Wanda PoV)

I look at my phone screen at the last message Y/n sent this morning, curled up on the bed as my own mind attacks itself as I think over the past 24 hours. I could hardly sleep last night, the bed felt so empty and I didn't have her warmth to keep me warm. It was cold, more so than normal. 

My eyes aimlessly wander around the bedroom, it's very plain and minimalist which is a little odd as a lot of the house is decorated. I also can't see any pictures of Sarah or Evie like I had expected to, especially in Y/n's bedroom. Then it hits me.

I sit up in bed and take a proper look around, I'm not in Y/n's room. I'm in a guest bedroom. That night me and the  boys stayed last week, me and her slept in this room. Why would we sleep in the guest bedroom? The answer lingers in the back of my mind but the dark thoughts of my wandering mind snuff it out quickly.

She has had so much going on this past month and a half, from her panic attacks to Vision and Steph, then how the news of her being a widow came out. My heart drops at a thought that has been lingering in the back of my mind since I found out about Sarah.

Is she ready for a committed relationship? 

A committed relationship where there are two teenage boys involved? 

She's told me she loves me and them, but what about what I did yesterday. What if what I did causes her to tip over the edge and she pulls away. What if she comes back today to break up with me? It wasn't just a petty fight. I said things that I can't possibly take back even if I tried my hardest too. I hurt her so deeply she wouldn't even let me hold her when we got home. 

I don't know what changed. She was so snuggly when we were in the aquarium after we talked, we were both ready to finally be completely open with one another. Me more than I ever have in my entire life. I want to be able to give her what she wants, I want to be the person she sees me as and not who I've always known myself to be.

I can't lose her. 

But, if she needs space and time to be able to sort her mental health out. Do something for her own sake, instead of putting everyone else first. If she needs help finding the light at the end of what I can only imagine is a very dark tunnel. If she needs my help everyday, but cannot allow herself to be helped. If she wants me to take a step back, stop being so overbearing and clingy. 

Then I will give her all the space and time she needs. I will show her how badly she can treat herself by showing her that she deserves to be number 1 for once. I will carry the flashlight and help guide her through it. I will be there to support her even when she pushes me away. Then I can take a step back, allow her to get back on her feet. I can slow down, enjoy the moments I have with her and take great care of what life has given me. 

My two beautiful boys.

And her. 

But I broke her and I don't know if she will want me anymore. God my mind was all over the place yesterday, well the whole week. Why couldn't I have just talked to her, broken my resolve of having to push my feelings away. She wants to know what I'm feeling, she wants to help me fight through whatever I go through. Yet I just can't seem to let her break down the walls that I have spent so long building, no one but Pietro knew how and he is laying in a hospital bed with tubes and wires everywhere. 

She called me Wanda yesterday. It broke me, but it broke me more knowing that I was the cause of my own hurt. 

Pietro would have called me out on my shit my by, telling me everything I needed to hear and not what I wanted to be told. He never minced his words telling me straight to my face with no fear of hurting me, because in the end he was always right. I unlock my phone, taking one last look at mine and Y/n's last message where we said 'I love you'. I go into my contacts and call the only person I know that can help. 

Nat: Hey sis! Why aren't you at work? Are you sick? 

Me: Uh, no I'm not sick. 

I think she can hear the tremble in my voice as I try not to cry.

Nat: What happened?

Me: We had a fight.

Nat: Is she home with you now?

Me: No, she left last night. She said she has to do something. I don't know where she is.

Nat: She left you after you had a fight! Like left you to sleep in the bed alone and went home?

Me: It's okay Nat I…..

Nat: No it's not okay. She left you after you had a fight, without resolving the issue. She left you alone Wanda. I'm not standing for it.

Me: Nat it's my fault.

Nat: I don't care who's fault it was, you don't leave the person you love after a fight.

Me: Nat stop! She….I…it was all my fault and I won't be surprised if she doesn't come back.

Nat: Don't say that Wanda. She will come back to you. What happened?

Me: A lot. Too much to say over the phone.

Nat: Where are you?

Me: At Y/n's house. Why? 

Nat: I will be there as soon as I can.

Me: Nat I can't ask you to leave work.

Nat: You're not asking and it isn't up for debate. Send me the address and I will be there.

Me: Okay. I really screwed up Nat. 

My voice barely above a whisper but I know Nat heard it because she lets out a small breath before speaking.

Nat: We all screw up Wanda.

Me: I don't know how to fix it.

Nat: We will figure it out together. Now send me the address I will see you soon. 

Me: See you soon. Love you sis. 

Nat: I love you too sis.

As we hang up, I choke out a sob. I don't want her to pity me and take my side like she did on the phone. She may be my best friend, more like a sister, but I can't have her pitying me. I need her to call me out on my shit, tell me what I should do. 

Then there's Y/n who I am worrying about, she hasn't texted me since this morning and it's scaring me. I don't know if she's safe, I don't know that she is okay, I don't even know where she is. However, I can't bombarded her with calls and messages because that's wrong, and she needs the space.

I can't lose her.

What if I'm too late and she is already gone?

I shake the thoughts out of my mind, but they remain lingering at the back like a slow torment. A storm is brewing in the deepest parts of my mind and I don't know how to protect myself from it.

To stop myself from falling into the rabbit hole of what ifs I pull myself out of bed. The same bed I had woken up in this morning alone, before taking the boys to school. The same bed that just doesn't feel safe and comforting without her next to me.

I shuffle along the carpeted floor to the small wardrobe in the room hoping there is something of Y/n's in there. To my relief there is a hoodie of hers in there, the only reason I know it's hers is because it smells like her. I don't wait another minute before putting it on, pulling the strings in the hood tightly so it tightens against my face. I put my sweatpants on then I put some fuzzy socks on. I bury my hands in the big open pocket at the front of the hoodie before making my way downstairs.

I start to make myself a cup of tea, not really fancying anything with high levels of caffeine in it. As the kettle starts to boil the water, I am pulled away from my tea making preparations by the doorbell. I look at the time on my phone, only 30 minutes has passed since the phone call with Nat. Wow she must have rushed here.

I make my way out of the kitchen to the front door, looking through the peephole to make sure it is actually Natasha. I sigh as I lean my forehead against the door, she looks worried. And take a deep breath before opening the door giving her a small smile.

"Hey." I pull the door open further, sliding out of the way to allow Nat in. Once the door closes she pulls me into a hug, leaning up to whisper in my ear.

"You're okay." I know it was her trying to be reassuring and it really didn't help, I buried my head into her neck as I shake my head.

"No, no I'm not. Neither is she. I fucked up Nat. So fucking badly. I don't know how to fix it." 

"Let's make a drink and we can talk." I nod into her neck, letting go of my hold on her smiling when her hands move to wipe my tears. 

"The kettles should be done. What are you drinking?" I usher Nat to follow me into the kitchen, her eyes bulging when she sees how big it is.

"I will take a tea please." She spins a full circle on her heels to take the whole room in. "It's a beautiful place you've got yourself here."

"Uhm, it's not ours. We aren't living together. This is her place. Her and Sarah's place." 

"Well that's something." I hum not really hearing Nat's words but once they register I hand her her now made tea with a questioning look.

"I just mean, you must mean a lot to her if she trusts you enough to show you this place. It's a constant reminder of the life she had planned, yet she has let you in. Let you see it for what it is. It's intimate really, with it being so personal and special to her."

"I sleep in the guest bedroom." Nat raises an eyebrow at me, I'm not quite sure what look she is giving me is.

"What did you sleep in the guest bedroom last night?"

"And last week." 

"Did she sleep with you though? Last week I mean." 

"Yeah." 

"Well I would do the same." 

"Do the same? What do you mean?" I lean against the counter opposite Nat who is sitting at one of the island's many chairs. 

"So I've said that she trusts you enough to show her into their home. Correct?" 

"Yes." 

"But she won't let you sleep in the master bedroom. Correct?" 

"Also yes. Nat what are you trying to get at?"

"She's not ready." 

"Not ready for what?" 

"Come know Wanda. I can't tell you all the answers, this is something you need to figure out. I'm just here to push you in the right direction." She takes a sip of her drink before sighing and looking up with sad eyes. 

"She has let you into her home. Her and Sarah's home. Meaning at one point or the other her and Sarah lived here. Planned to have a family here together." 

"Yes I know that."

"Wanda your being stupid. Really think about it. Who would have slept in the master bedroom." My heart drops through my ass.

"Her and Sarah." My voice barely a whisper. This is not why I asked Nat to come over, but I'm starting to see some things about me that I'm not liking.

"Exactly. Her and Sarah. Her and her wife. She isn't ready to have someone else in that bed. Let alone someone who I think she feels is replacing Sarah."

"I don't want to replace Sarah. I could never be Sarah." 

"Have you told her that?"

"I've told her she can talk about Sarah and Evie whenever she wants, that I'm always there for her." 

"Wanda you're not getting it." 

"Well you are not making any sense!" I slam my hand against the counter, frustrated more at myself for not being able to see what's right in front of me.

"Have you told her that you know you could never replace Sarah? That you don't want to replace Sarah! Have you asked her how she feels about you being in their home?" 

"No." I look down into my cup and my half drunk tea as I bite at my lip. 

"Wanda I know that you struggle with feelings. I know you struggle to have those big conversations. I know you struggle with what to say sometimes not wanting to hurt yourself, or anyone else in the process. But Y/n is different. She has been through so much in such a short amount of time. Her life went from one hell to another and another over and over again." 

I bite my lip trying to get the tears to stop falling as I listen to Nat. 

"She may not admit it Wanda, and maybe you just don't want to see it. But she is so much more broken then any of you would like to admit to the other. It's not just about the panic attacks, the PTSD or the dead wife Wanda. It's about everything that happened before, during and after that. She may say she is fine, but Wanda, she is struggling so much." 

"How could I not see it?"

"Because she didn't want you to, and you wanted to avoid having to talk. Really talk. You have both gone through your fair share of trauma, her more so than you but it does not invalidate that you went through shit to. Your shit has affected you in ways that cause you to build wall after wall that get harder to break down each time. Your trauma Wanda, is something that is holding you back from who you want to be when you're with her." 

"I don't want us to end."

"Then don't let it. She doesn't want it to end either I'm sure of it. You both have very different ways of dealing with things. But you need to put everything on the table, you need to make the first move. You may trust each other but until you both talk about how you move forward. Well then there is no safety net around you, trust without safety is like bungee jumping with a bit of string and hoping that it doesn't snap. You have to be ready to sacrifice a few of your walls, allow her to knock them down for you to be mentally in the right place to be in a relationship."

"You don't think I'm ready for something new? Nat we have been together nearly two months, we have said we love you to one another."

"Did you mean it when you said it? Or was it an in the moment thing that you let slip?" 

"Of course I mean it. I mean it every time I say it. I want her to know how much I love her everyday." I don't hesitate to argue back.

"Good because if she loves you the way I think she does, it would break her to know you don't mean your words. Saying that, if your love matches hers then you will be able to get through this. Together. You need each other to help you through. You need to look after each while also looking after yourself. Have you been to therapy recently?" 

"No, not for a few months."

"Well that's where you need to start. You need to speak to someone who is impartial to the situation, help them untangle the mess of wires in your brain that have been tangled for so long. You can't rely on just one person to do that for you. Y/n isn't a trained professional, she struggles to get her own brain to switch off let alone switch it off long enough to help switch yours off." 

"She always seemed so at ease and she talks to me so easily. I don't know why I can't do the same."

"She wears a mask Wanda, her smiles are fake, her laughter is not filled with joy as it should be." I bow my head realising now just how much I don't see. "But when she is with you it is all genuine. Wanda you are good for her just as she is good for you. Fight for her, but don't push her."

"Why can't I just open up. Talk to her. It would have made everything so much easier on the both of us."

"Wanda, she may wear a mask, hide how she is feeling. But you have built so many walls in the years of being with Vision that I think you don't even know how to start breaking them down yourself. That's why you need to go back to therapy, you need to be able to regain control of your mind before you commit yourself to helping Y/n. And she needs to do the same. And as for speaking with Y/n, start with small things. It doesn't have to be anything big. Her aim and my aim, our priority is making sure you are comfortable with who you are in your own skin. So start with the small things. Talk about how Vision always got you to do things you didn't want to do using the 'your my wife' card. Or how you are scared of bees yet they fascinate you so much you grow flowers just to see them pollinate." 

"Start with the small things?" 

"Exactly."

"How am I meant to start with the small things when we have so much to talk about today?" 

"Wanda, what did you actually say to her yesterday?" I stay quiet, shaking my head, fiddling with my rings. "Wanda."

"Yeah?"

"What exactly did you say to Y/n that caused her to spend the night elsewhere?" 

"I said she didn't know what it was like to be a mother." 

"Wanda." My stomach drops when I hear and see the disappointment on Nat's face.

"I know okay. It was a disgusting thing to say. And I can't take it back because I've said it now."

"Why did you say it?" Nat's tone is scarily calm, it's making me uncomfortable.

"I don't know."

"Well you must have some sort of idea otherwise you wouldn't have said it." 

"I said I don't know, okay! I have no fucking clue! I have never even thought those words would ever leave my lips, I have never even thought about them. So I don't know why I would!" 

"Well I don't know how to help you with this one if you want even admit it to yourself."

"Admit what?"

"I don't know because you won't tell me."

"Because I don't know myself Natasha! It's all so fucked up in here that I can't possibly think for long enough to try and get to the bottom of it."

"Well you need to figure it out because the excuse 'I don't know' doesn't fly with me and I'm pretty sure it won't fly with Y/n either. She has been nothing but kind, caring and welcoming to you and those boys, and you have practically chucked it in her face. You forgot about her past Wanda. It may have been for a split second, but you forgot and you said those words. I don't know how you will fix this if you can't admit to yourself why you said it. It's unforgivable Wanda."

"I know that. She hasn't forgiven me, in fact I don't want her to forgive me. I don't forgive me." 

"You don't want her to forgive you. Or is that you don't want to have to open up so it's easier to let her hold this against you then letting her break down your walls." 

"I…"

"Let me guess. I don't know." 

"Look, it's difficult for me, okay! Vision was never there. My parents moved away as soon as me and Pietro started our lives at university. Pietro is currently in a fucking coma, and Vision wasn't there for me! He never was! He never cared for me, he never looked after me when I was sick, never took me on dates! He never loved me the way I loved him, I was just a housewife in his eyes! So I stopped caring too! I built up my walls then reinforced them because I had no one! No one! Then I get into this new thing with the most amazingly talented and funny girl I've ever met and he thinks he has a say in my life! He told me he would take the boys away from me if I stayed in such a sinful relationship, he threatened not only me and Y/n. He threatened his own sons! He told me he would take me to court to get them taken away from me, pleading the fact that having two women bring up boys is not right and is not stable for them because they will grow up to be feminine! I...he...he planted the seed." 

I finally come to the realisation. 

I take in a sharp breath taking a step back as I crumble to the cold tiled floor, sliding myself down the counter. I pull my knees to my chest as I breakdown in front of Nat, my sobs echoing around the room as I try to control them to no avail. I hear the stool screech against the floor before seeing Nat join me on the floor as she wraps her arms around my body pulling me against her chest. 

"I've got you. You're okay Wanda, I have you." I grip onto her shirt, my knuckles turning white with the force. "That's what you have to explain to her, okay."

"Hmm?"

"Tell her what you just told me. She will understand Wanda, I know you're scared of allowing yourself to open up. But your relationship will burn to the ground if you're not open and honest with her about these things. So tell her what you just told me, okay?" 

"Okay." I mumble into her shirt as I try to slow down my breathing. 

"Now I'm mad at you for hurting her, I'm mad at her for leaving you last night but I think we both understand why. But I am livid at Vision, he is still causing you harm even after two years apart. You need to find a way to regain control of your life, don't let his words play on your mind for so long. You need to break down those walls you've built but build a protective barrier to protect yourself from Vision. He is a manipulative fucker who, if he steps out of line one more time, is going to have to deal with an angry Russian." 

"I need to talk to Y/n."

"You do. Where is she right now?" I shrug. "You don't know?"

"No. She still hasn't texted me. I'm worried Nat, what if something happened." 

"I'm sure she is fine Wanda."

"How can you know?"

"Because I have seen how much she loves you and love like that you don't let go. She will always find her way back to you."

"Thank you Nat."

"What for?"

"Being the voice of reason and actually calling me out for my shit. No one has done it since Pietro, so I always just shrugged it off and pretended like it didn't exist." 

"I will always call you out on your shit for however long you need me to. I am friends with both you and Y/n, you are a sister to me Wanda. I don't want either of you to get hurt, so if it means having a go at you or her then I will do so happily. Just don't bombarded her when she comes in, I think it's a tough day for her."

"What do you mean?" 

"Uh, nothing." She tries to brush it off by standing up and preparing to make a new set of drinks, but I'm quick to my feet as I look at her.

"No Nat, what do you know that I don't?" She huffs out a breath and bows her head.

"Do you remember the first time me and the girls met Y/n?"

"Of course I do."

"Do you remember me saying I recognised her from somewhere?" 

"Yeah she suggested that it was where she would visit Stark Tower but you said it was something else."

"Well I know where I've seen her before."

"Where?"

"It was an article back in 2017. It was titled. Sarah Stark marries a mystery woman. And there was a paparazzi photo of a brunette in a wedding dress leaving a venue with her arm wrapped through Y/n's arm." 

"Okay, why is that important?" I ask, highly confused about where this is going.

"Because the date of the wedding was the 18th of October 2017."

"What's the date today?" My bottom lip quivering when, not wanting to believe I hurt her at the worst possible I could have ever possibly done.

"It's the 18th."

"It's their anniversary?"

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