#i need to clean my room and start packing. haven't.

[from-beyond]

literally didn’t do a single thing I intended to do today <3 and the clock keeps on moving!!!!!

[riality-check]

The eagerly awaited part 2 of the DILF!Steve concert saga is here!! Part 1, in case you missed it.

"You're not going."

"Come on! I haven't thrown up in an hour!"

"The drive to the venue is an hour and a half."

"Steve-"

"And if you throw up in my car-"

"Oh my God-"

"I'll kill you."

Steve doesn't need to see Dustin's eye roll in order to feel the full force of it through the phone.

"I'll just kill you. You'll have a headstone within the week that says Here Lies Dustin Henderson: Rightfully Murdered for Puking in Steve Harrington's Car," he continues as he packs Capri-Suns into the cooler for the car ride.

He doesn't remember ever being that thirsty as a kid, but if Anna wants strawberry kiwi, Anna gets strawberry kiwi. It helps that it's Steve's favorite flavor, too.

"I'd need a big ass headstone to fit all of that," Dustin snaps.

"Your big-ass ego would demand no less, shithead," Steve shoots back.

"Swear jar, Daddy!" Anna calls from her room, across the house because while she doesn't listen to Steve when he's right in front of her, she can hear him break the swear jar rule from halfway across the world.

He zips up the cooler, fishes a quarter out of his pocket, and throws it into the half-full soup can next to the stove.

(A quarter doesn't mean much, but Anna doesn't know that. The day Steve teaches that kid about inflation is the day his pockets become permanently empty.)

"Did she just swear jar you?" Dustin asks from over the phone.

"You baited me into it."

"I did no such thing."

Steve rolls his eyes. "You're not coming, though, are you?"

Dustin sighs, and, for all his teasing, Steve does genuinely feel bad. "I still feel like if I breathe wrong, I'll hurl, so, no. I don't think I'll manage the car ride, nevermind the actual show."

"Sorry dude."

"Don't be. Some dickhead will live stream the whole thing on Instagram, anyway. I'll live vicariously through them."

Steve snorts and picks up the cooler. He got Anna dressed beforehand, so it's just a matter of getting her to stop playing with whatever toy she dug up - Play-Doh has been the fixation of the week - in her room so they can go.

"Besides," Dustin continues, and Steve hates where this is going. "Anna loved the show, and you've got a reason-"

"Nope," Steve says, knocking on Anna's door. "Don't finish that sentence."

"All I'm saying-"

"I know what you're gong to say, which means you know my answer. I don't date."

Anna opens her door. From the little Steve can see inside, there are at least three containers of Play-Doh open and strewn across the floor. He thinks her Barbies are involved in it somehow.

"Time to go," Steve says, and he thinks, Please don't let there be Play-Doh in the Barbie hair.

"Five more minutes," Anna tries.

"Nope. Clean up and roll out."

"Hi, Anna," Dustin says through the phone.

"Uncle Dusty!" Anna shrieks, and she starts jumping up and down. "Are you comin', too?"

Dustin sighs, and Steve can't tell if it's at the nickname or if he's still cursing the universe. "No, but you and your dad have a great time, okay?"

"Can you, can you tell Daddy I should get five more minutes?"

Steve raises his eyebrows at her. Anna, to her credit, ignores him wonderfully.

"If you clean up," Dustin says, because he's actually Steve's favorite person right now, "you get to do more headbanging at the concert."

Anna gasps like Steve didn't already tell her that earlier today, and she gets to work on putting her toys away. Steve helps, of course, and he finds that there is, in fact, Play-Doh in two of her Barbies' hair.

Fun. They're going to turn into Buzzcut Barbies when Anna goes to sleep because he can already tell that they are the furthest thing from salvageable.

But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting Anna in the car, deploying the first two of many strawberry kiwi Capri Suns from the cooler, and making the drive to the venue, which Steve does with minimal road rage and accompanied by the Disney radio station.

Success by all metrics, really.

Dinner might as well be now, so Steve shells out a truly disgusting amount of money for overpriced chicken nuggets and fries at the venue. Anna will only eat half her portion but say she's hungry later, but that's what the snacks and water Steve smuggled in via his jacket are for.

They get to their seats, dinner finished up, just as the lights go down for the first opener. Steve looks to his left, half-expecting Eddie and his friends to be there before remembering that they won't be.

He tries not to feel too disappointed. He fails miserably.

The seat next to him, however, isn't empty. There's a note taped to the back of it, one addressed to Steve and Miss Anna, so Steve feels alright taking and opening it.

At the top, there's a messily scrawled phone number. Underneath, it says:

Here's my number. Probably a bad idea to call with all the noise. Texting works, though you should do that after the show. I'll be a little busy until then.

-Eddie

Steve puts the note in his pocket, puts Anna's ear defenders on, puts his own earplugs in, and looks at the stage, where-

Hang on.

He squints at the stage, where four guys have started playing a song that, frankly, sounds too much like literally all the music Steve listened to yesterday for him to care about all that much. The drummer is pretty small, with wild, curly hair. The bassist looks familiar. The lead singer, who is very talented but not to Steve's personal taste, also looks familiar. And the guitarist-

No way. No way in hell.

It's a total coincidence. Lots of guys have long, curly hair and heavy jewelry and big eyes and are wearing formal wear, for some reason, and catch Steve's eye, and-

"Thank you for such a great welcome!" the guitarist says, and his smile totally isn't doing anything to Steve, thanks very much.

Anna stops moving, where she's standing next to Steve, and climbs up into his lap to get a better look at the stage. She looks out, then back at Steve, then out, then back at Steve, making a face as confused as Steve feels.

Some days, he thinks he ended up with a clone, not a kid.

"I'll get off the mic in a second. I only do the talking because Jeff," the guitarist points at the lead singer, who ducks his head, "is really shy."

Jeff. That name is definitely relevant, but Steve is a permanent resident of denial.

"We fought about what song we were going to include next in our set list, so much so that we didn't decide until yesterday and had to consult a tiebreaker."

Okay, maybe Steve is a less permanent resident of denial than he thought.

"So, thank you to Miss Anna, who did great at headbanging for her first time-"

Anna whips around so fast, her forehead nearly collides with Steve's jaw.

"And to Steve, who's a big fan of American Psycho."

At the song name, the crowd loses their minds, and if Anna wasn't sitting right in front of him, Steve would join them.

Because what the fuck is happening right now?

His question isn't answered. In fact, about five more questions pop up in its stead when, during the bridge of the song, Jeff puts on a clear rain jacket and picks up a prop axe.

Please, God, don't let this traumatize my kid, Steve thinks.

Anna, thankfully, doesn't get scared. When Jeff brings the axe down, again and again, Steve's weirdo daughter fucking smiles. And giggles. It's kind of cute, actually.

When the song ends, she turns back to Steve.

"That's Eddie onstage," Steve says, and saying it, somehow, makes it real.

"I thought so!" Anna says, and she turns back to watch the show. Steve puts an arm around her waist so she doesn't fall off his lap when she bangs her head to the music.

The rest of the songs, in Steve's opinion, are better than the opening song. They're more melodic, which Steve can definitely get behind, and each of them has a gimmick onstage, all based off of various horror movies. It's ridiculous, but also really, really cool.

And Eddie, onstage, because it is the same guy who flirted with him and was so sweet to Anna yesterday, is really, really hot.

Steve has never had a thing for guitarists before. He's never had a thing for musicians before. Hell, until a year ago, he didn't realize he had a thing for men.

Eddie is. Uh. Yeah. Really doing it for him.

Steve doesn't know whether it's his enthusiasm, or the way he moves, or seeing his hair tied up, or the fucking dress pants and suspenders, or just his hands, but he does know he has to get himself in check because this is an all ages show and he's here with his daughter.

He already knows he can't add these songs to his grading playlist, not when they're accompanied by visuals of Eddie playing his guitar.

Sweet Jesus.

"Alright, that's our set!" Eddie says. "Thanks, y'all, for sticking around for us, and let's give it up for the next act!"

The crowd, including Anna and Steve, cheer as they exit and the lights go up.

Steve fishes his phone out of his pocket, fully intending to add Eddie's number to his contacts, and is greeted by not one, not two, but sixteen missed calls from Dustin Henderson.

Naturally, Steve calls him back. "Who died?"

"What the fuck?" Dustin yells, and Steve just puts the phone on speaker to save the rest of his hearing. "Did Eddie fucking Munson just personally thank you from the stage?"

"Swear jar, Uncle Dusty!" Anna says.

"Sorry," Dustin says. "But Steve. Answers. Now."

"How do you even-"

"Instagram live. Is Eddie the guy you were telling me about yesterday?"

Steve takes his phone off speaker. Prior experience tells him that this conversation has a less than zero chance of staying PG, nevermind PG-13.

"Yeah," Steve says. "He is."

"The one who flirted with you, and you forgot to ask for his number."

"Well, I have it now."

"What?" Dustin shrieks, and Steve is incredibly thankful that he didn't take his earplugs out.

"He left me his number on the seat."

"Text him."

"I was going to, until I saw that you called me sixteen times."

"Jesus Christ, Eddie Munson was flirting with you."

Steve rolls his eyes and hands a pack of gummy bears to Anna when she taps his arm. "He could have just been nice. I don't even know if he's into guys."

"Have you looked at him?"

"Wow, Dustybuns, I didn't know you were homophobic."

"I think it's the complete opposite of homophobic to try to get you laid."

"Hanging up!" Steve shouts because a part of him will never see Dustin as any older than thirteen, and no thirteen year old should ever say that.

"Text-"

Steve hangs up the call. "Can I have a gummy bear?"

"No," Anna says, mouth full, in her seat, legs swinging.

"I bought them."

She shrugs. "You gave them to me. Mine now."

Steve stares. She stares right back.

He sighs and opens a new pack of gummy bears.

With his mouth full of sweet Haribo corpses, Steve takes out the note and adds Eddie to his contacts. Before he can overthink it, he sends him a message:

I guess I don't have to ask you what you do for a living. Just so we're even on that front, I'm a teacher, and Anna's full time job is preschool.

He tucks his phone back into his pocket and focuses on making this a good experience for Anna, who somehow wormed her way into a conversation with the intimidating-looking couple sitting next to her.

Because it's totally not like a literal rockstar is going to text him back. Right?

Part 3!!

[l1tw1ck]

Newlyweds

bottom!ftm Miguel x top!male reader

🕷️Word Count: 1,947🕷️

[Part One] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Menstruation (No Period Sex), Lingerie, Dom/Sub, Daddy Kink, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Impregnating, Mating Press, Lactation Mention, Praise Kink

Miguel wakes up with pain. A lot of pain. Along with discomfort and the familiar feeling and smell of blood. Of course he starts his period unexpectedly in your bed. Not only that but he has cramps and a hangover. Great way to start the morning. He hopes you at least have advil. He taps your shoulder and wakes you up.

“What's wrong?” You ask, noticing that it's still pretty early in the morning.

“I’m on my period.” He frowns. “Sorry…about your sheets.”

“Don't apologize, it's not your fault. Do you need anything? Food, meds, something hot?” You get out of the bed. Miguel shakily gets out as well.

“A shower would be nice…and some ibuprofen? Or advil?”

“No problem. Luckily for you, I have some pads or tampons you can use. I keep them for when family visits. Do you use a heating pad? I have one of those too.”

“Yeah, a heating pad would be helpful.” He nods. “I prefer pads.”

“Okay, go ahead and get in the shower, I’ll leave some clothes out for you to wear. Oh, and you’ll need to eat something too. Is there anything you prefer?”

“Whatever you can make is fine.”

“Alright, I'll get everything you need. Take as long as you want in the shower.”

.....

Miguel gets out of the shower and walks into your room. The bed is stripped and the bloody parts are being soaked in a cleaning mixture. He hopes he didn't ruin your mattress. He looks at the pair of boxers you left for him and frowns. It's no surprise that you don't have any panties, why would you? But wearing pads with boxers isn't very….safe. It's a good thing the two of you are neighbors, he’ll have to ask you to get him a pair of underwear. He pulls up the boxers half way and applies the pad, praying that it’ll do the job, and pulls it up completely. He puts on your shirt, happy that it's big on him, and puts on the pair of shorts.

He walks down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hey..”

“Hey! There’s the meds.” You point to the bottle of ibuprofen and cup of water next to it. “I’m making pancakes. How do you like ‘em?”

“With butter and syrup.” Miguel looks at the medicine bottle and concludes that he’ll thankfully only have to take one. He hates taking pain medication because of the risks but they're unbelievably helpful. He sighs, putting a pill in his mouth and swallowing it with water.

“...Hey, at least you're not pregnant yet.” You smile sheepishly.

Miguel chuckles. “We should probably start planning for when I actually am pregnant.”

“Yeah…I’ll have to start packing my things soon, right? I don't want Gabriella to have to worry about moving her stuff here.”

He appreciates how you consider his daughter too. “That’d be the best way.”

“At least we're neighbors, that’ll make the process much easier.”

“That reminds me…can you…can you go to my house and get me a pair of panties? They're specifically made for periods…I have a box of period stuff in my closet, you’ll know it when you see it. I’d go myself but-”

“Don't worry about it, babe. I’ll get it for you. After you eat, you can go lay down in the guest bedroom, I already put the heating pad in there. If you want, I’ll pick Gabi up and bring her here.”

“Please. Thank you so much.”

“Of course.” You kiss his forehead.

Gabi walks up to your car, confused. “Why are you picking me up?”

“Your dad’s feeling sick so he asked me to come get you.”

“Oh. Is papá okay?”

“Yeah, he's fine. He’s just on his period.” You nod. “Come on, get in.”

Gabriella grimaces, feeling bad for her dad. She gets into the backseat and buckles her seatbelt.

“So…What do you think about coming to my place and eating dinner with me and your dad?”

Gabriella grins. “Are you gonna cook?”

“Of course! Whatever you want.”

“Then…Can you make burgers? I haven't had a burger in soo long! Papá sucks at cooking and he thinks fast food burgers are made of rat meat!”

You laugh. “Sure thing. What kind of burger? And do you want fries too? I can make ‘em from scratch.”

Her eyes widen. “Really? I love fries! And I really wanna try a bacon cheeseburger!”

“You got it, Gabi.”

“You’re so good at cooking! I wish Papà could cook like you.” Gabriella wipes her face clean.

“Hey! I can cook just fine, Gabi!”

“Then how come we had to order takeout the other night because you made green goop?”

“Green goop?” You look at Miguel, grinning.

“It was supposed to be green, okay?!”

“Mhm~” You hum in a sarcastic tone. “Maybe I need to save Gabi from your horrible cooking.”

“Please! You guys should get married. Then you can cook us dinner all the time!”

You look at Miguel.

Miguel looks at you and nods. “Well…Actually, mija…”

She looks at him curiously.

“We are getting married.” He can't hide his happiness.

Her entire face lights up. “Really?!” She puts her game down and stands up. “Am I really gonna get an hermanito now?!”

“Yes, mija.” Miguel chuckles.

“When are you gonna order them?!”

“...Order?” You raise an eyebrow.

“You know, go to the stork postal service and order a baby!”

You and Miguel look at her, dumbfounded.

“What?” She frowns.

“Mija…We need to teach you where babies really come from..”

After the horrifying explanation (which was actually very tame compared to the talk Miguel’s parents gave him), Gabriella accepted the fact that babies are in fact not delivered by storks. Miguel doesn't even know where she got that from.

Now she's started to see you as the second father you’ll soon become. Rather than using your name, she calls you dad. It makes you happy to know she's so accepting of you as her father. She invites you to her soccer games and school events and of course you show up to everything you can. She loves that she has two parents. It's so comforting to see the two of you in the bleachers while she's playing. And now it's a lot less likely for her to be alone at events. If Miguel’s working, you usually show up and vice versa.

And of course she’ll be the maid of honor at your wedding. She’s almost more excited about the wedding than the two of you are.

Miguel walks down the aisle, holding a beautiful bouquet of red and blue roses. He looks gorgeous. You can't wait for your honeymoon.

He walks up to you and gets into place.

“You look beautiful.” You smile at him.

“Thank you..” He replies, bashful.

You’re lost in Miguel’s beauty for the entire ceremony, only paying attention to when it's time to exchange rings, say your vows, and say “I do.”

You go in to kiss Miguel, sad that you can only peck him on the lips. You don't want to traumatize all the children with a french kiss. You pick him up and carry him bridal style.

“Do you wanna stay?” You ask.

“I wanna make our baby.” He says.

You nod and start running towards the jet you rented. Everyone in the crowd watches in shock as you abandon the wedding. Miguel throws his bouquet and a ton of people scramble to grab it. Thankfully for you two, Gabriella is staying with her grandparents so you can escape to your honeymoon without worry.

Miguel walks out of the bathroom, dressed in a beautiful lingerie set. A red lacy bra and panties along with matching stockings with garters to hold them up.

You hurry over to him. “You look amazing.” You grope his ass and give him a soft kiss. “Lay down.”

Miguel gets onto the bed and lies down, waiting for your next move. You grab his thighs and kneel in front of the bed, pulling him close to you. There's a gap in his panties for easy access. You press kisses along his thighs, occasionally sucking and biting them. You move to his pussy, pressing a kiss against his erect t-dick. He twitches in response. You bring it into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it.

“Fu- fuck–” He moans, curling his toes. He throws his head back and gasps as you start sucking him off while simultaneously slipping two of your fingers inside him. Miguel arches his back, moans getting increasingly louder as you finger him. “God yes–” He grins. “‘M gonna come-”

You pull away from him, still working his insides with your fingers. “What do you say, Miguel?”

“Pl- please~ please let me come, Daddy~”

“Good boy.” You go back to sucking on his dick. Miguel shakes as he squirts, drenching you in his pleasure. You lick up his slick before pulling away. “Tell me when you're ready.” You stand up and take your clothes off.

“I’m ready..” He moves backwards and spreads his folds with two of his fingers. “Please breed me, Daddy..”

You smirk. You climb onto the bed and align your length with his hole. Miguel watches intently as you slowly ease yourself inside him. The two of you watch as a bulge appears in his stomach the further you go in. “You're gorgeous, Miguel.” You run your hands up his body and grope his breasts. “You’ll let me get a taste once you start lactating, right?”

Miguel smiles. “Just a taste.”

You bring him into a deep kiss and inch yourself further inside him. Miguel gently moves his hips once he feels you bottom out, desperate to have you fuck him. You part from the kiss and move to his neck, lightly kissing his skin. “I love you.” You murmur before pulling away. You grab his legs and move him into a mating press. Miguel barely has time to process what you just did thanks to your sudden and rough thrusts. He grabs onto your shoulders, nails digging into your skin, and moans loudly as you properly breed his pussy. He can barely keep his eyes focused but just glimpsing upon your aroused expression makes his heart race even faster. It perfectly displays how much you love him and how good he's making you feel. He happily listens to your breathy words of praise and your low sounds of pleasure, falling deeper in love with you as the two of you completely tie yourselves together forever. He’s never been happier.

He already feels himself reaching his orgasm. “‘M clo- oh- close~!” He cries out. “Fuck-” He gasps, suddenly coming. He digs deeper into your skin when he feels you slow down. “Don’t- don’t you dare stop-” He almost growls at you. You take that as a warning and resume your previous pace. He manages to stay sane even as you continue to fuck his sensitive cunt, all for the sake of feeling you impregnate him. Just that is enough to give him strength to keep going.

“You're doing so- so good, Miguel.” You let out a low sound of pleasure. “Such a good boy for me..”

He moans happily.

“And you feel so fucking good..” Your breathing becomes more labored. “Making me come so fast with your tight pussy-” You groan, stopping as you fill him up with your first load of the night. He feels euphoric as your cum invades his insides.

“More…” He looks up at you with the cutest expression.

“I won't stop until I’m shooting blanks, baby.”

Miguel grins. He can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you and your kids.

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 7

Part 6

The idea of sharing space on a tour bus was a little daunting, even though Steve had met the rest of the band. He was glad to see how big it was, and especially glad when Eddie led him to the back of the bus where the bedroom was. It had a bed big enough for two, but that was about it. It was more than enough for him.

"The boys will be bunking on the pull-outs out there", Eddie jabbed his thumb back to the rest of the bus.

They were setting out for the first destination on their tour, New York, which would take them about half a day to get to.

"Can't believe I get to go on tour with you. I feel like an actual groupie."

Eddie hopped onto the bed and laid on his side. "You gonna toss your underwear to me?", he grinned.

"Why would I? I already got on the band's bus", Steve smirked, hands on his hips. He glanced out the bedroom door to where the rest of the band was pretending not to be interested in their conversation.

“And they’re really okay with giving us the only actual bedroom on the bus?”

“Sweet thing, they insisted”, Eddie said, laying back to spread out on the sheets. “I think they’re enamored with you.”

Steve beamed as he sat on the edge of the bed, lasting only a few seconds before Eddie grabbed at him. Joy bubbled forth from Steve and he didn’t even mind if Jeff and the others heard Eddie macking on him right now.

“I’ve never been on a tour bus before.”

"Well allow me to give you the official welcome", Eddie said before rolling Steve onto his back and kissing at his neck. "We got hours to ourselves, baby."

"Oh, whatever will we do?", Steve sighed.

Eddie rose up on his hands and knees to look down at the gorgeous man under him. And just in time for the bus to lurch forward and make him fall over the side of the bed with a yelp. Grant came to the door.

"You guys, uh, want this closed?", he asked, ignoring Eddie crumpled on the floor.

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For about the first hour, Steve watched the scenery go by the window and Eddie went over the basics of their itinerary. Starting from New York, they'd be cruising down the east coast.

"It's probably not as grand as the worldly traveling you've done before but I intend to show you a good time", Eddie promised, tracing the lines in Steve's palm.

"Actually, I haven't traveled all that much", Steve admitted. "When you're raising up a proper omega, you can't just let them loose unsupervised. I've been to California and Washington a couple of times with my parents but besides that..."

"Then I'm really gonna show you a good time."

"You can start right now. Bus isn't stopping for a few hours, right?" Steve pushed Eddie onto his back and rolled on top of him. In preparation for this trip both of them had been tested and been given a clean bill of health. Steve's cunt was already clenching at the thought of finally getting Eddie's bare knot. Of feeling his cum coating his insides.

There was something primal about it this time, as Eddie was fucking Steve. Not in any way that was ferocious or intense but in the setting and situation. Grant, Jeff, and Gareth had only great things to say about Steve, seemingly already accepting him as a pack omega. Being given the only private space on the bus, this room was like his own personal den, admittance to him and his omega only.

With his best friends just outside the door, surely knowing what they were getting up to even though there was plenty of noise to cover it, it was like they were sentinels guarding. How could his hindbrain think of this as anything less than a breeding session?

Steve was on his hands and knees, arching his back as Eddie thrust into him. He had started out trying to be quiet, but was sobbing now, begging Eddie not to stop.

Delirious with desire, Eddie started biting at the moles on Steve's back, leaving marks of his own. When he got to his neck, he put his teeth away but nudged at Steve's mating gland. A move so bold and unexpected, it had Steve crying out as he milked his cock. Eddie's teeth itched to sink down and make it official but he bit into Steve's shoulder instead, almost but not drawing blood.

He was still thinking about it hours later, when they arrived in New York and started preparing for the show. Tonight was just rehearsal and sound check for the real thing tomorrow night. Steve wanted to go and even pouted to get his way, but Eddie was certain he'd be bored and not so subtly told him about the hotel's spa.

After a massage, he went into the sauna and saw that there was another omega already inside.

"Did your alpha miss?", she asked the moment he sat down.

"Hm?"

She tapped the bite mark on his shoulder. "Did he miss?"

It wasn't proper to ask about bite marks in any capacity, only for the own of such marks to offer if they felt the information relevant.

"I don't have an alpha", Steve said, though it felt wrong to say.

"So just someone who's keeping you for now?", she asked.

Steve thought about it. Between the gifts and traveling and shopping, he was being wonderfully kept. "I suppose so."

"You must be new at this. I'm Heather. Can I offer you a bit of advice?"

"Steve and um, sure I guess."

"You can't let your generous sponsor bite you like that. The next one that comes won't like it. Might even give you something more permanent just to compete."

"You've had a lot of... 'sponsors'?", Steve asked.

"Mostly CEOs, an actor once. You?"

"He's a musician."

"Really? Anyone I know?", she looked intrigued.

Steve thought about how he'd known zilch about Corroded Coffin or Eddie before meeting him, but then remembered how his attention on the latest music trends was also next to nothing.

"You might. I'm not actually sure how popular they are." He hadn't seen the venue to know how many concert attendees to expect.

"Oh, well, you know what they say. If they haven't got a million than a half will do."

"Right", Steve gave a half-hearted laugh. It had him thinking for the first time if he'd be into Eddie at all were it not for the money. If all he had to offer was that one drink the night they met...

Steve thought about how they'd spent a decent part of the trip discussing chocolate chips versus chocolate chunks and how they'd gotten the rest of the band involved to the point where they had to make the bus stop at the nearest grocery store. It felt safe to say that even without the money lining his pockets, Eddie would have charmed him some kind of way.

That night, they got in bed early but were awakened by the sounds of the others coming into their hotel suite to make breakfast.

"And how did you know we weren't in the middle of coitus?", Eddie flicked a grape at Gareth.

"That was a chance we were willing to take", Jeff said.

Eddie was shirtless, walking around in Garfield patterned pajama pants. Steve had the decency to put one of the hotel's bathrobes.

"This is a CC tradition", Grant said. "Breakfast before the inaugural show of a tour. Then dinner after the last one."

"Everyone shows up, no exceptions", Gareth said.

"None?", Steve asked, accepting a mug of coffee that Eddie had made.

"One time Jeff got into a brawl right after the show. We had our dinner at the hospital", Eddie said.

"Well I'm honored to be a part of such a hallowed tradition", Steve smiled at the implication.

Day turned to night and they arrived at the venue. Steve looked out into the vast sea of empty seats and imagined them filled with screaming people. Eddie gave him a quick tour of backstage and even let him come up on the actual stage itself.

"Can't believe you actually perform like this, I could never."

"Oh I was born to entertain", Eddie grinned. And tonight, he planned on showing out. It would be Steve's first time, seeing and hearing them live. His blood pulsed as the hour got closer.

Show him my talents. Show him I'm worthy. Worthy to be his alpha.

Steve was all set up in the green room but of course had a pass that allowed him to roam backstage if he pleased. The boys also used the space to get ready for the show and he saw that they all had a pin with a horned red demonic head.

"What's this?", Steve asked, fiddling with the pin on Eddie's vest.

"Something from our old high school club. Keeps us from forgetting our roots."

"That's...really sweet." They'd known each other for so long. Steve was realizing how incredible it was that he'd been allowed into the fold like this.

The show finally started and at first, Steve watched a feed from the green room. He'd listened to a few songs but it was still a surprise to hear the way Jeff growled into the mic. It was hard for him to take his eyes off Eddie though. And soon, watching from a TV, no matter how clear the image was, wasn't enough. He put in the earplugs Eddie had given him and he left the green room.

Like a magnet, he went to the wings of the stage, still mostly hidden, but he could see everyone in the band from where he was standing. The crowd was a sea of energy and Eddie looked like there was no place he'd rather be. That is until he caught sight of Steve. His feet were frozen in place now but his hands kept moving against the guitar.

Steve bit his lip, thinking about how those same fingers moved on his body and made him sing in much the same way. Tonight he was going to give this man the ride of his life. His thighs rubbed together just thinking about it and Eddie's eyes caught the movement. Then his gaze met Steve and Steve just winked coyly.

The song ended and both of them were brought back to the present moment. Taking a breath, Steve took a step back and returned to the green room. It was a lot, being right there. He couldn't imagine how it must feel to actually be on stage. The concert went on and after thanking their fans for a stellar time, Corroded Coffin bid them good night. Eddie was the first one through the door which was good because Steve had been standing right behind it.

"Well?", he asked, wrapping his arms around the omega.

"You guys were great! Incredible!"

"Aw shucks, you're just sayin' that", Gareth smiled.

Steve was saying something in response, but Eddie only caught part of it. He was always keyed up after a good performance and needed something to help him burn off the extra energy. Usually in the form of an after-party or sex. He nuzzled at Steve's neck, holding him close. He did good. Steve thought he'd done good. No, he said great. Incredible. Steve had even come to see him with his own eyes. And he'd gotten turned on watching him play, Eddie knew it. He'd responded to his call.

"Are you, are you scenting me?", Steve asked quietly.

Eddie paused. They always carried each other's scent for a little while after sex, but this had been more purposeful. Eddie finally recognized the familiar itch under his skin and pushed Steve away, nearly throwing him at Grant.

"I gotta go", he said, leaving the room quick as lightning.

"What was that all about?", Steve asked, looking to the others. But they were just as confused as him.

Chrissy came in just about a minute after, her face like stone as she closed the door behind her. "The schedule's going to need some adjusting", she said. "Eddie just went into rut."

Part 8

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[saeyoungchoismaid]

hi it's not seb Saturday yet but I just wanted to throw this idea down. Sebastian chilling outside in the rain in his usual spot before seeing the farmer trudge out from the mines all bloodied and bruised ("I'm alright, really—") and it's like an immediate panic switch is flipped for sebastian because yoba above they look like a vampire's wet dream out here. They either patch farmer up at their house or at Sebastian's room lol (could be funny if the farmer ends up crashing on his bed/couch for the night, then leaves quite early but not without leaving seb a gift they got from the mines.... : ,) anyway that's it)

Awe my first Sebastian Saturday ask yay! Bro this request is so juicy HEHE. (Side note: sorry if this isn't that good or feels rushed. I haven't wrote anything in months but I'm honestly proud of myself for cranking 2k words out)

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Sebastian listens to the rock music that’s softly coming from the garage as he works. He lets out another low curse when more oil leaks out of his motorcycle and gets on him. He should be used to it. His clothes are covered in it anyway. He sighs and sets down his wrench, taking a seat on the ground by the front tire as he snatches up his rag and wipes his hands clean. Well, as best as he could. He then takes a swig from his water bottle, eyeing the clouds forming above him. Looks like a storm is blowing in. 

He keeps working for maybe another thirty minutes or so before he starts to feel the skies open up. The rain starts gentle, a few droplets starting to fall around him and onto his bike. “Welp…” he grumbles, grabbing his bike and starting to roll it back into the garage. Once secured, he shuts the radio off and closes the garage. 

He places his hands onto his hips, surveying the rain. A ghost of a smile starts to appear on his face as the rain starts to fall harder. He steps back out into it and begins to head towards the lake. He takes his pack of cigs out and smacks them against his hand, inhaling deeply. He’s always loved the smell of rain. 

Once at his usual spot, he takes a cigarette out and holds it up to his lips. He then slips his lighter out of his pocket and protects the end from the wind and rain to light it. Once the flame has caught the end of his cig, he inhales deeply, causing an orange hue to glow from the stick. 

He stands there for a while, just admiring how the water falls onto the lake or how the forest begins to smell when it’s wet. His eyes move towards the entrance of the mines when he thinks he sees movement. Through the rain, that’s starting to come down harder, he can’t really see much. He squints his eyes and moves his head around, trying to get a better look at what was going on. 

His eyes go wide when he sees you hobbling down the path. “(Y/n)!” he shouts in surprise, dropping his cig into a puddle and dashing over to you. Upon getting closer to you, he sees the bruises blooming on your skin and the cuts oozing blood. “Oh my god…” he mumbles, his heart breaking the longer he looks at you. 

“Hey, Sebastian,” you greet him as cheerily as you can muster, trying to slap a smile on your face. The pain makes it a little hard to do though. “Don’t worry about all this. I’m fine, really. Just got a bit scraped up in the mines. Those monsters are-”

“You’re not fine! You’re bleeding!” he shouts, gesturing to you. Before you can respond, he’s wrapping one of your arms around his shoulders for you to lean against him. “C’mon, I’ll help you to my house.” 

“Your house? But-”

“No but’s! You’re seriously hurt and Harvey’s clinic is already closed. You don’t seem too badly injured where we need to bother him, but I’m definitely not letting you go home without patching you up first,” Sebastian argues. You let out a sigh, realizing how serious he is about all of this. 

“Okay…fine…” you grunt out, not having the energy to fight him on it anymore. 

When you get to his place, no one seems to be home. At least, no one is in the front of the house. Sebastian leads you down the stairs and opens the door to his room. You’ve only been in his room a few times and never for long. Normally just when you have stuff for his commissions that he posts outside of Pierre’s store. He’s always very grateful, but he’s not much of a talker, so you just never end up staying around for too long. Besides, you have way too much shit going on in your day anyway. 

He sets you down onto the black couch that’s right by his door and you’re happy to be off of your feet. “I’ll go grab the first aid kit,” he says right before dashing up the stairs to go do that. You grunt and lean back against the couch, the cool air of the house making you shiver in your wet clothes. 

When he returns, he sees you shivering and bites his lip. “Here,” he says, setting down the first aid kit and going over to his dresser at the far end of the room. “Change into these,” he says, offering you a pair of pajamas. You shakily reach your hands out and take them, nodding your head as you stand up. 

You two stare at each other for a moment, unmoving. Sebastian’s eyes go wide as he realizes what you’re waiting for. “Oh! Sorry! Um, I’ll just, uh-” he stutters out as he turns around, completely red in the face. With his back to you, you slowly start stripping out of your clothes, a shy smile on your face. You do your best to avoid getting any blood or dirt on his clothes. Thankfully, the shirt and pants he gave you are both black. Maybe that’s why he gave you that specific pair. 

“Done,” you mumble before crashing back onto the dark cushions. He hesitates for a second before slowly turning around. 

He’s then back in front of you in a second, kneeling on the floor and moving your limbs around to survey your wounds. Once getting an eyeful of them all, he grabs the first aid kit and starts patching you up. You remain silent as he works, even when it hurts, you keep your lips sealed. 

After a while, a thought comes to you. “How are you so good at this?” you ask curiously. His eyes flicker up to yours before going back to your arm where he is currently rubbing in a cream on one of your darker bruises. 

“Let’s just say I…wasn’t exactly always the best-behaving kid,” he replies with a shrug, a smirk starting to form on his lips. 

“Oh?” you ask, looking down at him with your own smirk. Seeing your smirk, he huffs a laugh through his nose. 

“Nothing interesting, I assure you. I just…I’m not the biggest people person…” he says softly, moving onto a cut that he’s cleaned up to bandage it. 

“That’s okay,” you reassure, unsure of what else you could say in this moment. 

“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, but I had Sammy, and later on Abigail. They introduced me to some more people, so I have more than enough friends to last me a lifetime now,” he replies with a light chuckle. You can’t help but smile at that. You’re happy to see that he’s, well, happy. 

“We’re friends, aren’t we?” you ask after a few moments of silence, hesitating in asking. After doing a few commissions for him and hanging out with him and the others at festivals, you two slowly started getting closer. You typically end up hanging out after a long day at work and you head over to Gus’ only to find that Sebastian and the others are playing pool. At first, you’d only watch, but after warming up to them, you started playing. 

The last time you played together, you two ended up staying until Gus closed the place down. You two were one of the few people left there, Sam and Abigail being long gone. Y’all ended up walking to the beach and sitting on the pier, sharing jokes and swapping stories. It was one of the best nights of your life. It’s definitely your favorite memory you’ve made since moving to Pelican Town. 

“Yeah…of course we are…” he replies softly, almost sounding hesitant and not looking into your eyes. 

“Good. I’m glad,” you say softly, giving him a sweet smile. He finally looks up at you and gives you a small smile in return. 

He’s then clearing his throat and standing up. “Well, I’m all done,” he says, wiping his hands onto his damp jeans. He glances at his clock and grunts. “It’s pretty late and sounds like it’s still raining. So, if you want to stay…you can…” He starts off confidently but ends on a quiet, unsure note. 

Heat rises to your face at that. “Oh, um, sure. Thank you…” you whisper, looking down at your hands. 

“Don’t mention it. You can, uh, take the bed, if you want. I’ll take the couch,” he offers. He then walks over to his closet and opens it up, revealing extra pillows and blankets at the top of the closet. 

“What? No, no! That’s okay! I’ll take the couch. I don’t want to inco-”

“I won’t take no for an answer,” he interrupts, pulling some blankets free from their tangled mess in his closet. You sigh and nod your head even though he’s not looking at you. 

“Alright, fine,” you say as you stand up, limping over to the bed. You sit there and watch him make the couch comfy for himself. 

As he moves around his room and goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed, you end up lying down at some point. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you do vaguely remember feeling something brush against your forehead and what sounded like someone wishing you a good night. 

When you wake up, you feel well-rested and ready to take on the day. You sit up and rub the leftover sleep from your eyes and then stretch. You wince when the bruises on your ribs ache, reminding you of what happened yesterday. You turn towards the time and find it’s six in the morning. Ah, guess old habits die hard. 

Hearing rustling and a deep sigh, you turn your attention now to the couch. Sebastian is still out cold, and probably will be for another four hours, at least. You smile and slip out of the bed, walking over to him. You smile at how peaceful he looks, his usual RBF nowhere to be seen. 

Not wanting to disturb him, you leave him be as you gather up your still-wet clothes. You’ll return his pjs to him later, after you’ve cleaned them and made sure they’re free of blood. Feeling something hard in your pocket, you slip your hand inside and remember what you found yesterday. Glancing at Sebastian, you gently set it down onto the table beside his couch that’s missing his radio. You then hobble over to his desk and search for paper and something to write with. Upon finding what you’re looking for, you scribble down a little note and leave it there next to your gift. You give him one last look before starting to limp up the stairs. Because it’s so early, no one else is up yet, so you slip out unnoticed thankfully. You’re not sure how you’d explain yourself to Robin. 

When Sebastian wakes up, the first thing he does is look over at his bed. He frowns when he finds you not there and he feels his heart sink a little. He sits up and runs his hands through his hair before scrubbing at his face. Upon dropping his hands, he notices two items resting before him. He practically has stars in his eyes as he picks the Obsidian up. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. 

Noticing the paper next to it, he picks that up next. As he reads your note, he starts to smile harder and harder. 

Dear Sebastian, 

Thank you for patching me up. Don’t think I ever actually properly thanked you last night. It means a lot to me that you’d go through all the trouble. I want you to have this. A little birdy once told me that you’ve always wanted to see Obsidian. I hope you can mark this off your bucket list now. If there’s anything else you want to see, I’m sure I can make it happen ;) Text me :) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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[nights-legacy]

Please do!

Hi I was thinking if you could do aizawa having a sibling or daughter. Like a younger sister or daughter who he teaches and do some type of angst with them. Like him not paying much attention to her or she’s caught doing something (like smoking,drugs) or both. Something like that. Thank you 😊

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How Would You Know Anymore?! - Aizawa x Sister! Reader

1354 words + You're the younger sister of Shota and ended up being in his class. You weren't expecting any special treatment at all but Shota was acting like you didn't even exist or was on the verge of being too harsh. No inbetween. You eventually start to act out and threaten your own position in class 1-A. Quirk: Can temporarily cancel or stun someone's quirk by touching them. As you train, the amount of time the person is without their quirk is lengthened. Eventually, you'll be able to control how much time it is.

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Y/N's POV

I was sitting at my desk, tapping my pen on the desktop. I was staring off into space while everyone was working on our English homework. A hand slammed down on top of mine, effectively stopping my tapping. I glanced to see it was Bakugou who wasn't even looking at me.

"Cut that out. It's annoying." He muttered while still working. I sighed and dropped my pen when he took his hand away.

"Y/N?" I looked up to see Hizashi looking up at me. He waved me up to his desk. I got up and walked up to him. I could see the concern in his eyes as he talked quietly. "What's up? You seem distracted. A lot lately."

"I've just a little out of it lately." I whispered.

"Do you know why?"

"Yeah. But I don't want to talk about it." I said.

"Would you want to talk about it with Shota?" I barely held back the scoff. I shook my head. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Fine. Head back to your desk."

"Yes sir."

Later, the class was out on the training field and Shota was giving some evaluations. He was going through everyone, giving detailed instructions, until he got to me last. He just gave me a look before speaking.

"Needs improvement." He said before walking away. I stared at him in shock before throwing my arms up in frustration.

"That's it?!" I yelled. He stopped and looked at me.

"Is there a problem?" He glared at me.

"Problem? Like you would know! For real!" I snapped. He didn't say anything and I scoffed. I turned and stormed towards the locker room.

"I haven't dismissed you!" He yelled.

"I don't give a fuck!" I replied without looking back. Knowing my brother, I knew he would use his capture weapon. I timed it and dodge rolled out of the way just in time and continued walking.

I got changed quickly and speed walked to my secret spot in the school. It was a small nook outside out of sight from prying eyes that I come to when I need to de-stress or wind down from the day. I plopped down and pulled out the hidden pack of cigarettes. I light one and take a drag. I will admit, my methods of de-stressing has changed drastically since school started. Since my brother started acting like I was that spot on the mirror you ignore until its absolutely annoying enough to clean.

I thought about the past few months. How things have changed and how this drift has come up between me and my brother. I cringed when I though about how disrespectful I've been to some of the teachers lately. I sat there for a while before a cough interrupted me.

"Shit." I looked up and saw Midnight with her arms crossed over her chest and a disappointed look on her face. "Hi, Midnight."

"Nezu's office. Now." She said firmly, holding out her hand. I set the carton of cigarettes in his hand.

"Yes ma'am." I put out the cigarette and walked towards Nezu's office. Midnight followed and explained everything to Nezu. I heard him call Shota and I internally groaned.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Y/N." Nezu said. I looked down ashamed. "Acting out, cussing out teachers, and now caught smoking on a strict no smoking campus."

"I'm sorry, sir." I said softly. The door burst open and I turned to see Shota.

"What's going on?" He asked with a stern look on his face.

"Aizawa, Y/N was caught smoking." Nezu said plainly.

"What? Y/N!" Shota turned to me with a mixture of emotions. "Are you serious?"

"What's the matter? You do it!" I snapped.

"Yes. But I am an adult. I also don't do it on school grounds. Y/N this is so unlike you."

"How would you know anymore?! It's not like you even pay attention anymore!" I glared. He paused and something flashed across his face. He turned and spoke to Nezu before looking at me.

"Come on. We're going home." He waved me on.

The trip home was silent. Inside it was ever worse. He went to the kitchen and grabbed two water bottles. He handed one to me. He sat down and sighed.

"What's going on?" He asked softly. I was surprised for a second but remembered who I was talking to. I sighed heavily and dropped down next to him.

"Ever since the Sports festival..." I started to explain. "You've basically been..." I trailed off.

"I've been..." He gently urged.

"You've been treating me like barely a blip on your radar. You barely treat me as an equal to the other students. I don't expect to be treated as your sister at school of course, but you don't even treat me like a worthy student."

"Y/N..." He sighed, leaning his elbows on his knees. He started rubbing his forehead. "I'm sorry."

"Really?" I was surprised he apologized so quickly.

"Yeah. I got so in my head about being careful to not treat you with any favoritism as my little sister that I took it too far and didn't even treat you like my student." He looked at me. "The incident at the USJ struck me with the reality that you were doing this and I couldn't accept it."

"Shota. I'm okay."

"I know." He sat up straight and pulled me into his side. I hugged him and he rubbed my arm. "I just never thought as you were growing up that you would follow in my footsteps."

"Are you kidding me?" I looked up at him." You were and are my hero Shota. Of course I would follow in your footsteps."

"Well you are not going to get to if you keep acting like you have been at school. I'm pretty sure Nezu had half a mind to suspend or expel you. And I know it was partially my fault but it needs to Stop now."

"You're right." I sighed, setting my head on his shoulder. "I'll do better if you do better."

"Deal." He said as he held out his hand. I took his and shook it. We sat there for a few minutes.

"Shota?"

"Yeah."

"How am I really doing? You know in training?" I asked hesitantly.

"You are improving very well. Of course there are things you need to work on. Like your footwork. You need to find your rhythm. I can help of course but you may ask Ojiro or Iida for some advice too."

"Thanks." He nodded before he stood up. He walked into his room before going and grabbing something out of his work bag. He held up the pack of cigarettes Midnight confiscated from me and his own pack.

"We both quit?" He asked. I smiled and nodded.

"For sure." I got up. He tossed them into the trash. I hugged him.

"I am sorry Sis. Really." He hugged me back. "Although, you have detention for the next two weeks though." I groaned.

"That's fair."

"And you're grounded for 2 weeks too."

"Seriously?!" I pulled away and looked at him.

"Yes." He looked at me, daring me to challenge him. I sighed heavily.

"That's fair too, I guess."

"You may get a break if you're good." He said. "You can start by... I don't know. Making your shrimp tacos with that tomatillo sauce for supper."

"Shota!" I could see him hiding a smile. "Real smooth. You're lucky I love you."

"Love you too, sis.”

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[bluegalaxygirl]

Am i Crazy? (Zosan X reader) P4

Plot: Reader hasn't been sleeping or eating, they wont let anyone touch then and keeps having accidents. Everyone if worried or thinks they've gone crazy but the reality is so much worse.

Warning: Domestic abuse (Not by the hands of Zoro or Sanji), Bad language, violence, self harm, blood, mental damage and manipulation.

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

After getting patched up in the medical room and finally managing to eat something, it was only a sandwich but it tasted so good, you felt a lot better. your face was now clean and the pain killers Chopper gave you made your back pain fade away. Nami stayed with you still apologizing for things you didn't think were her fault "Nami please. You did nothing wrong" you take her hand as she sits next to you on the bed your backs against the wall and your head on her shoulder. Chopper wraps your ankle up as Sanji sits on the edge of the bed crewing on an unlit cigarette, Zoro's hand on his knee while sitting in a chair. You haven't said much, your not really sure what to say, your still not out of danger you can feel it. "Are you ready to talk?" Chopper asks placing a ice pack on the ankle he just bandaged up. "Yea... i don't know what to say... but thank you" you look at all of them with a sad smile. "You can start by telling us who the hell he is" Zoro's hand grips Sanji's knee, someone has been hurting you under his nose, how did he not see this guy or even sense him. "He's my ex... i left him a few years ago, i knew he would try and find me but... i thought he would have given up a long time ago" you look down at your legs as Nami squeezes your hand "Has he been hurting you this whole time" The navigator asks earning a nod form you.

You start explaining everything you could, how he stopped you form sleeping and eating, how he hurt you if you did something wrong and what he would do to them if you stepped out of line. You talked about his devil fruit power and how he was always with you and when he wasn't he locked you in your room. You were so tired you couldn't fight back no matter how much you wanted too. Looking up you see the anger in Zoro and Sanji's face "Im sorry" you whisper feeling bad about not telling them but you had no chose "Iv seen the kind of man he is... when he said he would slit your throats in your sleep if i even looked at you, i knew he would do it" you hold back tears as they look up at you. Nami places a soft kiss on your head and moves off the bed "We should give them so space" She looks down at Chopper who nods and takes the navigators hand walking out of the room. Sanji gets up and moves across the bed to sit next to you still lightly chewing on the unlit cigarette while Zoro sits in the chair his hands clenched together while looking at your buried up leg. "Your safe now" Zoro suddenly speaks making you look up at him "We won't let him or anyone else hurt you" Sanji speaks taking his cigarette out and placing it on the table nearby before turning to you. "Can i hold you?" he asks not wanting to overstep, his words make you smile and let a few tears fall as you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around him.

Sanji holds you close his face in your hair letting you cry into his chest "I'm so sorry... i didn't want you to get hurt and i'm sorry for wasting food and- and" you cried out as Sanji shushed you stroking your hair and lightly rocking you form side to side "None of this is your fault" he whispers down to you keeping his voice soothing and low to keep you calm. Zoro gulps looking at the two of you, it's been so long since you last let either of them touch you and when you lean into him outside your shared room, he was sacred to touch you but you need help. He stands up and sits on the edge of the bed scooting towards you a little "Y/n?" he asks seeing your head turn to look at him through Sanji's hold. You reach a shaky hand out to him and touch his arm letting him know it's ok to touch you, he gives you a small smile moving closer to wrap an arm around you and the other around Sanji keeping you three close together as he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead "Your so strong y/n." The swordsman's words surprise you, you sit up in their arms to look at him confused. Sanji smiles and brushes a stand of hair out of your face and caresses your cheek with a gentle and soft hand. "He's right your so strong and brave" you shake your head at them "I didn't... i couldn't fight back" you didn't understand why they were saying these things. You are weak and tired and in pain, when he hits you, you don't fight back so how are you strong?

Zoro leans in and places his forehead against yours looking into your eyes with such a soft and loving expression "Your alive, you took a beating to protect Nami and Chopper, you took everything he threw at you and more. Your strong and brave and no one not even he can take that away form you" His hand runs up your back to your face rubbing his thumb under your eye wiping away a tear that falls "You think that?" You still don't fully believe him, your so used to being called useless, stupid or even that you deserved it by your ex and your mother. "We both do and i'm sure the rest of the crew does too" Sanji smiles kissing the top of your head still holding you close to his chest. As you lay there with them enjoying their soft touches yelling started to get louder outside until it was almost in front of the medical door. You jumped unsure of who was yelling but Sanji held you close telling you it was ok, you could hear so many voices yelling outside and your heart started racing, you body shaking fearing your ex got out. "Hay baby it's ok. I'll check it out" Zoro kisses your forehead and was about to get up and leave when you grabbed his hand stopping him "Please don't leave" you begged your other hand clinging onto Sanji not wanting either of them to leave you.

Zoro places a hand on yours sitting back down while Sanji pulls away a bit to look at your face "It's ok... i'm here, and he'll be right back" The cook reassures you but you don't let go "I'm going too then" you almost yell, determined to stay with them no matter what. Zoro sighs and shakes his head "Its probably just Luffy being mad, you don't need to come with" you shake your head at him and sit up straight. Sanji can't help but laugh catching your attention "That's my love" he smiles seeing you starting to act like yourself again, he didn't think it would happen this quick, but he's glad. Zoro stands up still holding your hand and nods, the two help you up off the bed and walk with you to the door. Zoro keeps you behind him his hand holding yours as Sanji holds you next to him, the door opens to see Nami and Chopper standing in the way of a very angry Luffy, Franky, Brook and Usopp. "I want to talk to Y/N" Luffy yells at Nami who stands in front of him, he doesn't make a move to get past her just keeps asking her to move, while the others yell behind him the same thing. Nami has a lot of power in the crew, she may not be the strongest, but she can put the crew on their asses if she wants.

The three of you step out and you feel a little better knowing its just your crew, Robin isn't with them so your guessing she's still watching the door which means he hasn't gotten out. There are no windows other than the one in the door but thats way to small to get out of and it's been covered up for a while. "Y/N" Luffy smiles waving at you once he sees you, Nami and Chopper turn to see you three "You should be resting" Chopper runs up to you worried about your health but you smile down at him "Im ok Chopper. i won't over do it i promise". Nami sighs and walks over the boys following her "You ok?" she asks looking worried but you nod at her "Yea i'm feeling much better, thank you for everything" she smiles at your words and hugs you lightly, you lean into her but keep your hands attacked to Sanji and Zoro not willing to let them go yet. Once she lets go you finally see your captains face, he looks mad, his hat covering his eyes, it makes you look down in shame but Zoro squeezes your hand letting you know it's ok. Luffy reaches a hand up and gently places it on your head, tears well up in your eyes "Nami and Chopper explained everything, is it true?" he asks his voice deep as he tries to keep his anger down.

You nod slowly "I'm sorry Captain" you whisper the hand on your head moves to your chin making you look up at him, he looks up with you your eyes meeting and you can see the fire burning in his pupils "No one hurts my crew.... we have your back" You let a tear fall before hugging Luffy, letting go of your boys to cling to the man who you know will become king of the pirates. Luffy hugs you back letting a smile form on his face "We'll deal with him later, for now let's eat" he pulls away holding you by your shoulders "You're too skinny" The captain comments only to get hit on the head by Nami and Sanji sending him down to the floor with a big red bump forming in his head "Don't comment on it" the two yell out in unison, you cover your mouth but can't help but laugh and smile at their actions, your laughter makes everyone look at you a little shocked at first, it's been almost a month since anyone has heard you laugh and it's a welcome sound. Zoro places an arm around you and laughs with you, happy your starting to feel more like yourself.

Sanji cooked up a big quick meal so everyone could eat, and he could join you at the table instead of staying in the kitchen. Franky had boarded up your bedroom door so everyone could eat together and discuss what to do with the man in your room. You happily ate with them and the conversation was nice but as dinner was ending the questions turned to your past and what to do with your ex. "How did you meet the guy anyway?" Franky asks, after hearing so much about the guy he wondered why you would even date him in the first place. "It was a blind date my mum set up. He's rich, runs his own company and my mum thought he would be a good fit" you answer feeling a little better about answering questions, no one seemed to think you were stupid or weak. It also helps that Zoro's hand was always on your leg rubbing it lightly when ever he senses you get nervous or upset and Sanji had his arm around you smoking a cigarette feeling more relaxed now your with him. "Is that all she cared about? Him being rich?" Usopp asks while slapping Luffy's hand away form his plate. "I guess i never talked about it hu... My mum and i worked full time, and we couldn't afford the rent on our little shack so when a rich man says i want to date your daughter of course you say yes." you look down at your hands on the table.

Zoro's hand running up and down your leg to clam you while Sanji finishes off his cigarette and lays his head on your shoulder. "S-Sorry" Usopp stutter feeling like he offended you and your mother, Luffy taking the opportunity to take the meat from his friends plate and swallow it whole only leaving the bone. You giggle it but turn back to the other as Usopp yells at his friend "It's ok, i don't like her anyway she's not the person i thought she was" you sigh as Sanji takes your hand and kisses your shoulder. "I'm sorry but... why would you date an abuser?" Franky asks raising an eyebrow at you earning a groan from Nami "Its doesn't start out that way" she comments stabbing her fork into her food. Robin nods with a sigh "Yes, Abuse never starts out hurting their partner" You nod with her Sanji moving his head to look at you. Franky looks down at his plate embarrassed but you smile at him "It's ok... he was sweet, always complimented me, bought me stuff and took me on my first holiday. After a few months of dating we were about to lose the shack so when he offered to pay of the rent as long as i lived with him i said yes... That's when the comments started, it wasn't anything too big, mainly about what i was wearing, i was too skinny or too buff. He asked me to work for him at home to help with his company so i did but ended up just doing house work... Overtime he would say things to my friends or fake emergency's so i couldn't see them which drove me apart from them. He convinced me it was their fault not mine though and i cut contact with them. I used to go to the gym to get out of the house, but he started asking why i was going, why i was wearing leggings or a crop top. He had a gym built in the house so i could work out at home. i was thankful for it, but he slowly started limiting my time in there." you gulped memories coming back "The first time he hit i only had my mum to go to.... she-she told me it was my fault" you sigh leaning back in your seat.

Zoro's hand moving form your hand holding it tight to tell you he's there. Sanji's hand rubs your shoulder while the other hold your other hand lightly rubbing his thumb over yours. The others listened wanting to understand how you got into this mess in the first place and what this man was like, as you talked they understood, they could see the manipulation and the tole it took on you. "Did you leave after that?" Chopper asks hoping you did but your face said otherwise. "I stayed with him for two more years, i feel so stupid but i had no one to turn to and nowhere to go, he had all the money in his control and the house was surrounded by this large wall, he had the only key to the gate and house." you sigh looking up at Chopper whose eyes tear up "T-The scar on your back, was that form him?" He asks, Chopper knows the scar well, you often come to him for help with it since it can get red and tender after a battle or a tough workout but you push past the pain and work hard. "Yea, he stabbed me after i turned on of his white shirts pink... its much better than it was though and its all thanks to you Chopper. You've been a big help" you nod giving the doctor a smile making him smile back and wiggle a little trying not to act like it affects him.

The others smile at the doctor's cute reaction before Luffy looks up at you and asks you've been dreading all dinner "So what do we do with him?" Your Captain looks at you, hoping for a straight answer but you don't have one, your not sure what to do or how to go about things. "I-i don't know" you stutter a little hating the fact you did but its not like you could help it "He's persistent and with his devil fruit powers, i'm guessing he won't give up easily" Robin ponders trying to think of the best way to deal with the man. "We should just kill him" Zoro speaks up catching everyone's attention, his voice seething with anger. You never considered your ex dying, you always thought of him as an unkillable thing but in reality he was just a man. You look at your swordsman seeing him very serious about what he said before turning to look at Sanji who had the same face willing to kill to protect you. You know Zoro would kill in a heart beat but Sanji never did, not as far as you know. "That's an easy way to go about it and I'll solve all our problems" Robin nods earning a nod from Brook in response. "Are we really gonna kill the guy on our ship? i don't want it haunted" Usopp's face goes white as he speaks causing the tension in the air to lift as Luffy laughs at his friend and Nami yells form across the table "Be serious"

You can't help but laugh too along with Robin as Chopper hugs usopp's side them both yelling about being haunted while Nami yells at them, "I think another ghost would be nice" Brook notes sipping on his tea only to get hit in the head by Nami causing the skeleton to fall of his chair. You were about to talk when an explosion went off on the ship, it shook the sunny sending plates and cups falling to the floor shattering and some of your crew falling out of their chairs. Zoro and Sanji managed to keep you form falling as the ship started to balance it's self. Luffy, Franky and Robin rushed out the kitchen to see what has happened, Zoro tried to follow but you stopped him grabbing his arm. He turned to face you and pulled your hand off his "It's ok, i'll deal with him, Keep them safe" He looks to you then Sanji who give the swordsman a nod as he holds you close to his chest. "I got them". Zoro leaves and takes his swords out ready to kill this guy for hurting you. Brook closes the door behind them to keep anyone form coming in or out with them knowing, Nami pulls out her staff ready to fight if need be. Sanji helps you up and walks you into the kitchen keeping you away form doors and window, "When i get my hands on him, he's dead" Sanji mumbles under his breath, gritting his teeth.

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Spitting Image #3

(Gaara Sabaku)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Tamengkay]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,874

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Should I do a prequel of their night together? Hmm… probably

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The opal eyes my son inherited from his father are staring back at me from the door frame of my apartment. "Yoshiki isn't here right now," I mutter, clinging to the door I've cracked open.

     "I know. Shikadai and Inojin were playing with him at the flower shop when I stopped. I stopped at the flower shop, on the way, for these," Gaara races out, shoving one of the fancy bouquets toward me. Ino and I tease that it's the 'I fucked up' bouquet since its starting price is twelve thousand yen.

     "The thought is appreciated but flowers aren't a good present for a nine-month-old," I point out, a ting of sadness aching in my chest. Yoshiki has officially been out in the world longer than I carried him for.

     It's been about two months since Gaara met his son and since we met Yoshiki's family. The Hokage keeps randomly showing up, never going longer than a week without appearing back in the village. More often than not he's only gone three or four days, and while he's away his older sister tends to show up.

     The extra help is nice, for the most part. I'm still a bit on edge about letting Temari help though. I don't like someone I barely know around my kid, even if it is his Aunt.

     The only person stressing me out more than Temari is Gaara himself. He seems cold most of the time, definitely not the blushing 'oh my this is happening' guy he was the night we spent together. He also seems to not know what he's doing, which I get if it wasn't for the older son he has. It leaves room for speculation.

     That and I can only imagine how the sand village is reacting. It's a good half-a-day trip either way, and with him spending so much time in the Leaf I'm sure his council isn't too happy, especially since rumor has it our council isn't too happy with his constant appearance.

     Pair all that with the constant shove of money in my face and it doesn't sit too well in the gut. I know he's doing it in good nature, the fancy dinners, constantly buying new things for Yoshiki and leaving money around the house when I deny it from him. I know it's all meant in good faith... I think, but it stresses me out too.

     I don't need Gaara to take care of us, to take care of me. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad Yoshiki's father can offer him the nicer things in life and a part of me is glad that he wants to. But it still stresses me out. It makes me feel like he's setting himself up for a 'you owe me'. Another worry that doesn't get stomached too well.

     I haven't used any of the money Gaara keeps leaving behind. I have been saving it though, squirreling it away, keeping it as a little nesting egg in case Yoshiki and I do have to make a run for it. My father might have kept me blind to the Shinobi world but he didn't keep me blind from ways to keep myself safe. Rule number one: always have a packed to-go bag and an exit plan. At the rate things are going, that might just come in handy.

     "I know that," Gaara says a bit defensively, pressing the flowers to his chest before leaning them back towards me. "I got them for you," he mutters, eyes jumping around the apartment I'm in the middle of cleaning. "What is it that you are doing?"

     "Cleaning," I answer, eyeing the flowers. Is Gaara acting suspicious or am I being paranoid? We shall see. "Yoshiki has grown out of his pre-me clothes and some of the other outfits he has so I'm going through them. Whatever Konah and his wife don't want is going to be taken to the women's shelter."

     "Pre-me?"

     "It's short for premature. Yoshiki was born just short of thirty weeks. He was really small, three point two pounds. He's doing good now. His doctors say he's still a bit underweight but it's nothing to worry too much about. Just something to monitor." During my rant I've shuffled away from the door, focusing on folding more of Yosh's clothes and placing them in the box to bring Konah.

     "I was born premature," Gaara whispers, following behind me to watch as I fold.

     "My mother was too, so the chances of Yoshiki being a pre-me was always there. Besides that's a thing that comes from the mother's DNA, so don't work yourself up over it."

     "I was not going to," he murmurs, eyes jumping around the small space as his cheeks slowly dust themselves pink. I hum in disagreement, carefully watching as Gaara makes the short walk from the living room to the kitchen. "Where do you keep your vases?"

     "I don't have any vases."

     "What do you mean you 'do not have a vase'?" He asks, face scrunched up as he looks at me.

     "Exactly what it sounds like. I don't own a vase. Never have cause I've never needed one."

     "I am going to get you a vase."

     "You really don't need to, Gaara. I don't need a vase and I don't need flowers. I appreciate the gesture but I'm good," I tell him, panic banging around my chest at the thought of him buying me something else, much less more flowers.

     His head tilts and his face scrunches more before he shakes his head. "I am going to get you a vase," Gaara says more to himself than me, nodding in agreement with himself. "And new cups," he mutters, opening the cabinet, being met with the mix-match cups I've somehow gained over the years. "You shall have a vase and new cups next time I stop by."

     "I really, really don't need a vase and those cups work just as well as any others. I don't need new cups or anything else from you. I'm doing fine for myself and my son."

     "Our son."

     "My son," I repeat, feeling like I'm going to throw up despite the hardass tone I've managed to maintain.

     Gaara blinks at me a couple of times, seeming a bit dumb-founded and looking it as he stares, still holding the 'I fucked up' bouquet. "As you wish," he mutters, finally back in motion. He sets the flowers down before opening random drawers in search of something. When he finds it - a pad of paper and a pen - he goes to work scribbling on it. "Nonetheless, I shall walk around and make a list of things you two need."

     I let out a laugh of disbelief, clothes completely forgotten because of the madman's words. "No, you are not. I already told you -"

     "If you wish me to stay out of your room I will, but yes, I am going to figure out what it is that the mother of my child and our son needs," Gaara freezes for a second, imaginary eyebrows jumping up. "My apologies, what your son needs."

     "Are you being a smart-alec right now?" I ask, another disbelieving laugh leaving my lips. "Is that what you're doing?"

"No," he says matter-of-factly. "You are not okay with me referring to Yoshiki as something we share, so I will avert from doing so."

"Dumbass," I mumble under my breath, turning my attention back to the pile of clothes I'm giving away. "I got knocked up by a dumbass."

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"I'm just saying, Gaara is being a little much," I grumble, messing with my keys in search of the one that unlocks my front door.

"And I'm just saying, Gaara wants to take care of you. What's the harm in letting him?" Ino asks, her eyes are shiny with amusement.

"If you like the idea so much, ask him to take care of you," I groan, finally managing to get the key in the lock.

She laughs focusing on the grocery bags she's shifting in her arms. "Ya let me just ask Gaara to give me a baby too. I'm sure that'll go over well. Honestly, I still don't know how you managed to talk him into bed."

"You and me both," I mumble, pushing the door and leaving it open for Ino to follow. She does follow after me, silence flaking between us as we head towards the kitchen to place my groceries down.

     "Welcome home!" Shinki calls out, racing into the kitchen to greet us. "Oh! Hello Auntie Ino!"

     As Ino greets him, I head back out to the living room in search of Yoshiki. Panic starts to rise a bit when I don't find him - or Gaara.

     The panic doesn't last long though, the two of them falling into view when I push Yosh's nursery door open. Gaara looks uneasy as he sits in the rocking chair, my - our - son fast asleep on his chest. "Hello," he calls, stiffening when our son stirs in his sleep.

     "Hello," I echo, softly closing the door before I head towards them. "You know you can lay him in his crib," I tell him, carefully picking Yoshiki off his chest.

Gaara stiffens again, face scrunching up as he inches forward. "I am aware. I did not wish to."

A smile weighs on my lips as I cuddle with my son, pressing soft kisses to his head as I rock the sleeping boy. "Do you want him back when I'm done?"

He blinks at me in his slow way, his face slowly softening as he thinks. "Yes," he mutters, relaxing in the rocking chair again. "I enjoy our time here."

"I'm glad," I hum, soaking in my greeting to Yoshiki for another beat before I gently lay him back on his father's chest. "Yoshiki enjoys it when Shinki and you are here too."

"Do you enjoy when we're here?" Gaara asks, eyes locked on me, his stone-face expression on it like usual.

I think about it for a moment, trying to decide what answer to give: honestly or sugar-coated. "I enjoy spending time with Shinki, he's a sweet kid. I absolutely adore him. I'm happy the two of you are in Yoshiki's life." Both, that works.

"Are you happy we're in your life?"

"Yes," I answer before I have the chance to fully think about it. It's not a lie, I do enjoy having the Sand Shinobis around. I truly adore Shinki and like having him around. Gaara isn't terrible to have around either, it's nice having an extra set of hands, to have a man for Yoshiki to grow up looking up to, and I might have grown a bit fond of the flowers and the pale blue vase he got me.

He nods to himself, slowly rocking himself and Yosh in the chair as he spaces out. "How was your grocery shopping trip with Ino?" He finally murmurs, opal eyes set on me in their intense way. I swear Gaara can't look at anything calmly.

"It was alright. I think I'm going to make homemade ramen for dinner. I'm thinking of topping it with pork and boiled eggs."

Another spaced-out look and agreeing nod. "You should wait until Yoshiki wakes up so I can help you."

"I think I'm capable of - "

"- I know," Gaara cuts me off, eyes scrunched in a way that makes the markings of his eyes stand out. "I am aware you are capable of a lot of things. I am here to help, so I shall help. I wish you would let me help you more often."

I open my mouth to respond but get cut off again, this time by a knock at the door. "Hey, mamas," Ino's voice rings out as she opens the door, slowly poking her head into the room. "I have a meeting soon so I'm going to head out. Shinki is working on putting the groceries away. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Enjoy your meeting, I'll see you later," I call back, waving at my friend before she pulls the door closed again.

"Let me help with dinner," Gaara butts in once the door is closed, ending my attempt to respond before I can even start it. "I want my sons to see me helping around the house. It is not fair for you to work all day and then come home to do the household duties. Let me help."

I let out a long sigh, crossing my arms over my chest as my eyes jump around the nursery. "Fine, you can help with dinner," I say, giving in to Gaara's request.

I suppose there's no harm in letting him help more around the house, especially since he and his son spend most of their time in the village here. Of course they don't sleep here, it's only a small two-bedroom apartment, but if they're not sleeping or spending time with friends and family in the village, they are here. Which means they're here most of the day.

As I leave Yosh's room, thoughts of getting a bigger apartment cross my mind. Should I start looking for a three-bedroom or a four-bedroom? Probably a three-bedroom, I don't think Shinki would mind sharing a room with his younger brother... maybe. I'll just look for both. After all, at the rate we're going Gaara isn't going to let up anytime soon.

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"You're doing that thing again," I grumble, shifting the strainer back and forth to shake the water out of the noodles I'm prepping for dinner.

"What thing?" Gaara asks, his eyes still intensely on me as they have been for the last ten minutes. I swear he hasn't even blinked during the time.

"That thing where you sit there and stare at me. You did it during..." My mouth snaps closed, not sure how to refer to our night together so long again. Not really, it's only been eighteen months. Though a lot has changed in that year and a half. "Our time together," I murmur, shaking the strainer harder.

"Did what?"

"Just sit there and stare. Even in my drunk stupor, it creeped me out a bit."

Gaara finally blinks a few times, slow and steady as he thinks of his response. "You are a very beautiful woman. Besides, I like to look at the mother of my children."

The plural use of the word makes the strainer tumble from my hands, crashing into the sink as I lean down to rest my weight against the edge of it.

"Are you okay?" Shinki asks, his head popping up from the wood blocks he and Yoshiki are playing with. Shinki is trying his hardest to teach his younger brother how to spell his name. I don't think he has grasped the concept of how young Yosh is yet. Still, it's been cute watching him try.

"Yes, sweetie. We're fine," I call before letting out a silent sigh, my eyes snap closed as the sink edge digs into my palms. "What the fuck, Gaara?" I hiss out quietly, refusing to let the boys see me lose my temper with their father.

"What?" He asks, blinking in his slow 'trying to comprehend' way that's starting to piss me off.

"Child, the mother of your child. Singular, one, I have had one baby. In total. Not just one of your sons, one in total."

"Yes, I know that," he says, face scrunching in lack of understanding. "But you are the closest thing to a mother Shinki has known, and I fully intend to get you pregnant again. Perhaps we will have a daughter this time."

"What the hell, Gaara?!" I yell before I can stop myself, snapping my eyes open and standing up straight.

"There is no need to yell. It is not something I plan on doing soon. There are things we need to get in order."

"Like what?" I hiss quietly, shifting closer so it's easier to keep my tone quiet. I don't need the boys noticing the fit heating up, and Shinki's glancing eyes let me know he's starting too.

"Well, I would like to get Yoshiki and you situated in the Sand Village, again not anytime soon if you don't wish it but preferably within the next couple of months. Then we will need to get the events in place for the wedding and of course the papers to update Shinki's adoption order. Then the matter of getting pregnant again. I do not mind the age gap between the boys but I think it would be best to have our next child sometime before Yoshiki is three or four."

"Get out." The words come out airy, disbelief and anger rooted in my mind.

"What?"

"Get out," I repeat, anger quickly outweighing my disbelief. "I need you to get out of my sight. I need you out of my home, I need you out of the village. I need you as far away from me as humanly possible. Get out, now."

"What is it that I've - "

"Get out!" I repeat, shouting at him now. My hands jump forward, connecting with his chest before I start shoving him out of the kitchen. "Out! Get out! Get away from me! Get away from my son! Go away!" I yell, continuing to shove him.

"I do not understand what it is that - " Gaara tries to say, his hands jumping up and gently cupping my elbows, he's not even trying to stop my shoving.

"I swear to the lord I'm going to stab you, Gaara. Go away," I shriek, tugging myself from his grip before slamming the front door open. Once the door is open, I go back to shoving him out of the house, leaving the Sand Hokage in the hallway before slamming and locking the door shut.

When I turn back around, Yoshiki is crying and screaming in fear because of my yelling. Shinki is wide-eyed and his mouth hangs open as he stares at me. "I swear," I mutter under my breath, taking quick steps towards my son. I swoop down, picking him up before I try rocking him. "It's okay, Yosh. I know, I know. Mommy is sorry for yelling. Everything is okay," I coo, shifting us back and forth as I rub his back.

"Are you kicking me out too?" Shinki's soft voice calls out, the volume being his failing attempt to hide his sadness.

"No, no. Of course not, sweetie," I continue to coo, my fake calmness aimed at him instead of Yoshiki. "I'll never kick you out of my home, okay? You're always welcome here," I continue to soothe, dropping the arm not holding Yosh down so I can run my fingers through Shinki's hair.

"This is a safe space for you, Love. I'm sorry I've made it unsafe," I continue to soothe the older boy, placing his younger brother back on the ground now that he's calmed down. I fall to my knees in front of Shinki, wrapping my arms around him and pressing his head to my shoulder. "How about we put Yosh in his high chair and you can help me make dinner, okay?"

"Okay," the older boy whispers into my shoulder, willingly laying his head down now. "I'm sorry Papa upset you."

"You don't have to be sorry for him. Just because I'm mad at Gaara doesn't mean I'm mad at you, Sweetie," I tell him, littering the side of his head with kisses. "Let's finish making dinner now, okay?"

"Okay."

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Ino lets out a loud chuckle, hunching over the counter as she giggles. "I'm sorry, it's really not funny... except it is."

A groan escapes me as I lay my head on the counter, rolling over my fight with Gaara again. "I do not know what is funny," Sai says, looking quite confused as his head switches between his wife and me. "I think it is nice that Gaara wants another child."

"My dear," Ino says, wrapping herself around Sai's arm. "Gaara's bluntness is what's funny. They barely know each other, they are nowhere near close enough to get married, let alone have another child together."

     "Well, why not?" He asks, head tilting as he looks at his wife. "Gaara is here about as much as he's away. They practically live together and already have one child together. The only person in the village who knows Gaara better than her is Temari... well, and possibly Naruto. It seems that the only way they are not married is by the law of the Great Nations."

     Now it's my turn to giggle at Ino's unaware father of her child. "Well," she starts, mouth gaping like a fish as she struggles with her words. "The... there's not the emotional part of it. No one should marry someone they don't love, Sai."

     "Are you blind, my love?"

      "What?!" Ino shrieks, letting go of Sai's arm.

     "Please calm down. I meant it in a joking way, not literally. I am just saying it is obvious that Gaara enjoys her company."

     "What do you mean?" I ask, turning my attention away from the hissy fit Ino is throwing.

     "Like I said before, Gaara spends a lot of time in the village. I am aware it is to see Yoshiki, but he seems quite interested in taking care of you as well. If he did not love you, why would he be interested in your specific needs? Personally, if I was not interested in the mother of my child, my sole focus would be on my child. I would not care about the mother is all I'm saying. My child's needs would be met and that's it."

     Ino's lecture about the hypothetical situation goes into full swing, a few groans of manners and politeness thrown into the mix. As she gets after her husband, I replay Sai's words in my head. Maybe he had a point, or maybe he didn't. I don't know.

     Gaara's and Shinki's constant travels have been weighing on my mind recently though. They travel to and from the village at least once a week, if not twice. It would be a lot easier on them if we all lived in the same village, and well... it would be easier for Yoshiki and me to move to the Hidden Sand than Gaara and Shinki moving here. After all, Gaara is their Hokage, and leaving that job wouldn't be easy or smart, financially.

     "Maybe I will," I mutter, letting out another sigh.

     "Maybe you will what?" Ino asks, stalling her discussion with Sai.

     "Maybe Yoshiki and I will move to the Sand Village. It's the least I can do since Gaara is doing so much for us. Besides, it would be easier for me to get a new job at the same pay I have now than it would be for him."

     Ino and Sia fall quiet for a couple of minutes, the weight of my words hovering over them as much as it's hovering over me. Ino finally pipes up, saying "Whatever you choose to do, we'll support you. Always."

I swear I'm never drinking a margarita for the rest of my life.

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[inkbyajm]

of kindling sparks

masterlist: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

tropes: fluff, slow-burn

warnings: 11 year age-gap (reader is 23, joel is 34)

word count: ~6000

author’s note: so this chapter as well as the next one basically serve as one long exposition before the main story (aka the prequel). i realise this is lengthy as hell but i needed to flesh out the relationship between joel and the reader for the upcoming chapters to hurt, you know?

(p.s. there's mention of joel carrying the reader. i know some people might be put off by this, but joel is quite buff. i mean the man works in construction, i promise he can handle carrying an adult for less than a minute)

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The air was getting chillier, the change of seasons not going unnoticed. (Y/N)'s focus was razor-sharp as she drove through the streets of Austin, making sure to take in the ever-changing leaves on the trees she passed by. As an exchange student, it wasn't cheap to be renting a car, and the money her parents were generously providing her could only last for so long. She desperately needed another source of income. Her prayers were answered the week prior when she stumbled upon an advertisement near the exit to her university. It was for a babysitting job with a decent pay and convenient working hours. She wrote an email to the address written on the poster:

Dear Mr. Miller, Is the babysitting job still available? I'm a student currently on an exchange program at the University of Texas. And while I haven't had prior experience in babysitting, I used to be an assistant teacher in a kindergarten. I'm very good with children and at keeping them alive (this is a joke, but I am pretty responsible, my mother can attest to this). If there is any need for it, I can also cook and clean up after each visit. Thank you for your consideration and I hope to hear from you soon!

Sincerely, (Y/N) (L/N)

To which, much to her surprise, she received an answer shortly after:

Dear Ms. (L/N), Yes, the babysitting job is still available. It's for my 12-year-old daughter Sarah. And while I appreciate all that you have to offer, there's nothing much to do but keep her alive, so your skill would be useful here. You can come by our house on 1411 Sullivan DR any day of the week after 5pm, we'll go over the details then. If you're still interested, you'll be able to start right away. See you soon!

Best regards, Joel Miller

After half-an-hour of driving, the house finally came into view. Just as she parked the car in the vacant driveway, and before she went to meet some stranger she hoped wouldn't turn out to be a creep, the girl gathered her wits and courage with a clasp of her hands, a deep breath, and a firm nod as if to say 'There's no going back now, and if I die, it is what it is'.

Her three knocks on the door were followed by a long pause which made her believe she had arrived either at the wrong time or the wrong house. But as she was about to turn around and flee in embarrassment, out came a middle-aged man with disheveled hair.

"Hello. Is this the Miller's house?"

"Yes, hi! I am so sorry I kept you waiting. (Y/N), right?" he said, wiping his hands on a rag.

"That's me."

"Great. I'd shake your hand, but mine are a bit dirty. Please, come in." he stepped out of the way to let her walk further into his home.

It was decently spacious and cozy, which temporarily put her at ease. They walked through the living room into the dimly lit kitchen. It smelled of spices and garlic.

He gestured around, "Welcome to our humble abode. Pardon the mess, I didn't exactly have time to tidy up," While it wasn't exactly messy, they could benefit from an extra set of hands. "You said you weren't from around here?"

"No, I'm quite a long way from home," (Y/N) said, taking a seat at the dining table. "I wanted to see other places, gain a bit of independence. Austin was one of the first to accept me, and since it seemed like a fine city to live in, I packed up my things and arrived at the beginning of summer."

"I'm Texas born and raised myself. Wouldn't dream of living anywhere else. How old are you exactly?"

"Twenty-three, sir."

He proceeded to rummage through the fridge that was almost full. "Alright. Would you like a beer, then? And please, call me Joel. You're making me feel old."

"Right, Joel. And sure, I'll have one if you do."

Joel handed her a cold bottle as he sat down across from her. She was familiar with the brand, they served it at the bar she worked at part-time on weekends. For the next hour-and-a-half, the two discussed (Y/N)'s life, her studies, Joel's job as a contractor, and Sarah. At some point, the attacks on 9/11 came up, unpacking the nation-wide terror they had brought. She recalled the panicked calls she received from her parents, begging her to come home. She had to explain that she was alright, that there was nothing to do about it now, and that she couldn't leave the city when she had already formed ties and taken on responsibilities.

Just as Joel was getting into another anecdote from Sarah's childhood, they heard keys jangling in the front door as it opened and shut.

"Speak of the devil. Done playing already?"

A soft voice rang through the house, "Yeah, I'm really tired." Then a pigtailed girl stopped abruptly at the entrance to the kitchen. She was wearing a soccer kit, carrying both a purple backpack as well as a blue duffel bag.

"Sarah, this is (Y/N). She's gonna be your nanny from now on."

The little girl hesitated at first, then gently approached the table and extended her small hand for her to shake. "Nice to meet you." she said with as much courage as she could muster, earning a smile in return.

Getting up from his seat, Joel kissed his daughter's head and told her food was ready, which prompted the child to run upstairs to her room. Feeling like it was her cue to leave, (Y/N) followed suit and slung her bag on her shoulder.

"Would you like to stay for dinner? I'm not much of a chef, but I have to admit I make a mean chili." said the man, pointing at the steaming pot on the stovetop.

The smell of a homemade meal was making her mouth water, but she hadn't known them for long enough to get comfortable. "Thank you for your hospitality, but I should really get going. I have some reading to finish before morning."

The two made their way back to the front door. "Alright, then. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, yeah?"

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Miller- Joel, sorry." she corrected herself, waving him goodbye as she swiftly got into her car and began the drive back to her apartment. She hadn't even begun the job, yet (Y/N) couldn't help but feel giddy about her small success.

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A couple of months had passed and (Y/N) was really enjoying her new gig. Sarah turned out to be the sweetest girl the young woman had ever had the pleasure of knowing. She wasn't fussy or troublesome, was very well-mannered, oh-so-friendly and kind, and a fan of using sarcasm here and there, which seemed to be something she picked up from her father. Joel, too, was accommodating to the new addition of their little family. (Y/N) could sense, however, that he was somewhat more reserved - closed, even. It was harder to get to know her employer, but she didn't mind, these things took time.

Leaning against her car, the young woman read her copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' for the 4th or 5th time. Something about it brought her great comfort, especially during the colder months. The festive season was quickly approaching and she wasn't sure if gifts would be appropriate so early-on in her employment. She had zoned out for so long, she didn't have time to register her name being called nor a pair of arms swiftly wrapping around her waist.

"Hey, kiddo." she laughed, hugging the curly-haired girl back.

She let go and stared up at her babysitter with her big round eyes. "Did daddy send you to pick me up?"

"No, I just finished classes and thought I'd swing by."

"What are you reading?"

(Y/N) turned the book to show the cover, "Pride and Prejudice. It's an old book."

"What's it about?"

"Uh- well, it's about a lot of things, but mainly it's the story of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy who have to overcome their differences to end up together. Hence the title."

"That sounds kind of interesting."

"Yeah, but it takes a lot of hatred and pettiness to get there."

The little girl shook her head in disapproval, "Adults. Why do they have to complicate things?"

"Alright, wise one. Get in before you get cold."

The car ride gave them more time to bond. They sang to Sarah's favourite songs and talked about whatever was on the little genius's mind. It was a unique experience for both of them, two feminine energies collided, something each of them longed for dearly.

At home, (Y/N) spent a significant amount of time helping Sarah with her homework: a bunch of English grammar exercises, essay writing, as well as some algebra. Following their arduous work, the girls decided they deserved some fun and made creamy pasta (one of Sarah's favourites) for dinner. Whilst waiting for the patriarch to come home, they got comfortable on the couch to watch 'Mrs. Doubtfire'.

Unsure if she should speak during the movie, Sarah poked her babysitter's arm. "Do you have siblings?"

"I don't, no. Why do you ask?"

"I don't have any either. Do you ever get lonely?"

(Y/N) wasn't sure where these questions were coming from, but she decided to entertain them anyway. "I used to, growing up. Though my parents did a very good job at making sure I felt loved at home. I miss them a lot, but I'm happy here too."

There was a long pause as Sarah was visibly deep in her thoughts. "I never knew my mom," It shouldn't have shocked the young woman, she assumed Joel and his wife had separated after noting the absence of a maternal presence in their home, but it still came as a surprise. "Daddy said she had her own reasons and that they both agreed for me to live with him."

"Adults always have their own reasons for things, even if it may seem dumb. I'm sure it was a very difficult decision to make for her and that she loves you very much."

"I don't think about her often anymore. My dad can be busy, but he does a good job. He comes to every game, takes me to fairs and carnivals, helps me with school projects. He's also extra cool on vacation."

Something about her remark pulled at (Y/N)'s heart. "I see. He seems like a really great dad." The girls went right back to watching Robin Williams dance around while doing chores, as if they hadn't just touched on a thought-provoking subject.

It was almost 11pm and Joel was nowhere to be seen. Instead of letting the girl pass out on the couch, (Y/N) let her hold onto her back as she carried the sleepy child all the way to her room. Making sure all was right, she put her to bed, closed the window, turned on the night-light, then made her way towards the door.

"You're really cool," Sarah said sleepily with her eyes closed. "I hope you stay for a long time."

No compliment in the world could compare to a kid's heartfelt approval. "I hope so too, sweetie. Good night and good dreams."

Walking back downstairs, the young woman took one look around the house and decided she could pass the time cleaning up here and there. She started by tidying up the living room: folding the throws, fluffing up the pillows, putting the board games back on the bookshelf. Then she moved onto the kitchen where she took the trash out, scrubbed the surfaces clean as silently as she could, put the leftover pasta away, and washed the dishes. Satisfied with her work, she went back up to Sarah's room to leave a glass of water by her bed in case she got thirsty in the middle of the night.

In a house that was dead silent, she heard heavy footsteps. In a short panic, she grabbed a pair of scissors that were lying on the desk and crept up closer to the door. The steps were agonisingly slow and calculated. The woman felt like she was in a slasher movie. Babysitters always die first. The only indication she had of the intruder's whereabouts was from the shadow that was created by the light from the kitchen. This is what you get for not turning on every single light in a house where you're all by yourself. One of the most important rules in horror movies, she thought. The shadow approached closer and closer to the door, and just when she hoped the distance was close enough, she leapt out of the room and went straight for the stranger. Unfortunately, her blow was blocked and her body pushed up against the wall. In a blink, she realised what had happened.

"What the hell, Joel?" she whisper-shouted.

"(Y/N)? What are you still doing here?"

"Doing my job. Couldn't let Sarah stay all by herself with no indication of when you'd be back. That would be irresponsible of me."

He let go of her arms, lazily rubbing his face. "You're right, I'm sorry. I got held up and my cellphone died. I'm so exhausted, I completely forgot you were here."

"It's all good, I didn't hear you arrive either," she paused, noticing the blood running down his left hand. "Oh my God, Joel, you're bleeding!"

He looked at the wound like he hadn't even felt it until then, "Oh, this is nothin'. I had worse accidents at work."

"Still, it could get infected. Please, take a seat in the kitchen, I'll be right back."

She went straight to the bathroom to fetch the first-aid kit. It was essential to know where it was, what it had and how to use everything as someone who had to watch a small human being. She went back downstairs to start working on Joel's injury.

"I'm so sorry. I was so caught up in my own mind, I thought you were an intruder, and it was the only weapon at hand-"

"Please don't apologise. It was my bad, really. I should have announced myself," he spoke as he watched her gently clean the cut with a saline cleansing wipe. "Can't blame you for doing your best to defend yourself. Takes courage."

(Y/N) realised that upon closer inspection, her employer was quite handsome. Dark messy hair, a somewhat upkept beard, broad build, crow's feet that indicated how often he smiled, as well as nose wrinkles that indicated how often he frowned. She carefully applied medical tape to close-off the wound and went to put the kit back where it belonged. On her way down, she noticed him looking around in slight confusion.

"Did you…clean the house?"

"Oh, you know, just lightly tidied up. I'm not a fan of leaving the places I stay at messy. Kind of a habit," she noted the silence and her hands instantly became cold. "God, I'm sorry. Again. I- I didn't even ask if you were okay with me touching your belongings, I got-"

"No, you're good. You're good. Don't sweat it. It's just that," Joel chuckled at her need to be so polite after months of working together. "You didn't have to do this. I can't ask you do to things that aren't part of your job description."

"I know. And I don't mind. Really. It's not like I'm playing Cinderella day and night," she said as they shared a laugh. "My job is to take care of a kid and the environment plays a big role."

(Y/N) picked up her bag, ready to leave for the night, "See you on Monday, Joel."

He reached out to touch her shoulder, then just as quickly removed his hand as if she had burned him. "Uh- do you- are you- um," She looked at him with furrowed brows, it's almost as if he was…flustered? "What are your plans for Christmas? Or, you know, holiday season? If you celebrate anything at all-"

"I won't be able to fly out to see my family this year, so I haven't made any other plans yet. Why do you ask?"

The man scratched his neck sheepishly, only then realising how long he had kept her standing on his porch when it wasn't exactly warm outside. "Would you like to celebrate with us? Sarah would be ecstatic to have you."

Warmth blossomed in her chest at the sudden invitation. So gifts are appropriate. Noted.

"I would love to celebrate the holidays with you guys. But only if you don't mind."

"I don't mind."

"Excellent, then I'll be here."

"Great."

"Good."

They stared at each other for way too long, the nanny realised, bearing the slightest of smiles. "Well, then. Good night, Mr. Miller."

He shook his head at her teasing tactic, "Drive safe, Ms. (L/N)."

There she was again, driving back to her apartment, giggling to herself like a maniac and for what? They invited her to celebrate a holiday. People did that all the time. Office workers, family members, casual friends, new and old lovers, it was truly nothing exceptional. But to her it felt different and she couldn't tell if it was because Sarah liked her enough to want her there or if it was because it came from him. Christmas was three weeks away. Three. Weeks. Away. Gifts. She needed gifts. What would she give them? What did they like? It came to her that she didn't know them that well, which meant she had some investigating to do in the little time she had left for shopping.

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When Christmas finally came, (Y/N) simply could not contain her excitement. She thought long and hard about the presents she would give the Millers, and while they may have appeared simple, she hoped that they would be appreciated. She personally wrapped them up in brown paper and decorated them with stamps, ribbons, and tags, firmly believing in the art of gift-wrapping. Austin had yet to see snow, she didn't think it would ever happen, yet the city was nevertheless bursting with festive spirit. Various lights decorated the trees and bushes in public parks. People hosted diverse markets in the streets where they sold artisanal goods and delicious foods. (Y/N) had gone ice-skating with the Millers a couple of weeks prior. Joel was as bad as she thought he would be; Sarah, however, was a natural. They enjoyed a lively Christmas parade that same day.

After parking in front of the house that was very tastefully decorated with her help, the young woman made her way towards the door, her homemade chocolate tarte in hand, and knocked, taking a second to register a male voice she did not recognise. The door swung open to reveal a man not much older than her, wearing a plaid shirt and dark blue jeans.

Looking her up and down, the stranger gave her a smirk, "And who might you be?"

"Hands off the babysitter, Tommy!" she heard Joel yell from deep inside the house.

"Ah, the famous babysitter!" he exclaimed, opening the door further. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

It smelled of oven-roasted turkey, of cigarette smoke, and of pine from the christmas tree. She found all of them moving about the kitchen: cutting vegetables, setting the table, washing the dishes. She felt like she'd arrived a tad too late.

"Can I help with anything?" she said, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room.

"Nah, everything's good to go," Joel replied as he scrubbed the remaining pots, "(Y/N), this is Tommy, my brother."

Said brother took her hand and placed a tender kiss on the back of it, "Very nice to meet you." Sarah couldn't hide her look of disgust if she tried.

"I didn't know Joel had a brother."

"You didn't tell her about me?" Tommy asked in exaggerated disbelief.

"Was I supposed to? Didn't know I was running a datin' agency."

"Thought that was part of the deal when we agreed to be each other's wingmen."

"Mm, don't recall us ever doing that."

"Well, we did. Spiritually. When we went to Buddy's Place? It was just around the time when Cat-" Tommy's monologue cut short with one sharp glare from Joel. (Y/N) could practically taste the tension emanating from him. Not a big fan of reminiscing the past, she noted.

"You know what, it's no problem. It's the perfect occasion to get to know each other, eh?" the younger brother flashed her a smile. They sure had impressive genes in this family.

Once the eldest Miller was done cleaning, all three adults cracked open a few cold ones to start off the evening. Tommy had the brilliant idea to teach Sarah a few card tricks, peaking their guest's interest.

"What are you teaching a 12-year-old cards for?" (Y/N) amusedly asked. Sarah seemed excited, she was one of those kids who loved to learn, it didn't matter what it was.

"First of all, every member of the Miller family knows how to play cards, we start young. And second, if not me, then who?" He made a good point. Tommy was, after all, the fun brother. "Wanna join in? I'm told I'm a great teacher."

She caught onto the subtle flirt and found herself wanting to return the energy. He was tall, he was dark, he was handsome. He smelled of cigarettes and beer with a hint of citrus notes. Not bad with kids but he wouldn't want any of his own anytime soon; very friendly, which for him also meant outgoing, ballsy, and prone to getting into trouble; charming to the point that he might seduce a few dozen women in one night; funny enough to make people like and maybe even trust him. She didn't mind flirting, but that was the extent of her intentions, and something told her Tommy Miller felt the same way.

They spent some time watching as Tommy performed the most outrageous tricks seen to man, to which his sole excuse was "I'm a bit rusty". He also tried to teach Sarah the art of cheating which, much to his disappointment and sorrow, his niece refused to take part in for moral reasons. (Y/N) noted the elder Miller's absence and excused herself from the oh-so-riveting demonstration of a disappearing card to go look for him. After searching the kitchen, his bedroom, as well as the garage, she stepped outside with a throw blanket and found him sitting on one of the patio chairs.

"What are you doing here? You'll get cold." he said, glancing at her from the side.

"I'm tougher than I look," she answered, nevermind the blanket tightly wrapped around her frame. "Came to keep you company."

"Who said I need any?" She sensed a hint of a playful tone.

"I don't know, you look awfully lonely sitting next to that empty chair." This earned her a light chuckle as she sat down. He didn't look very warm with one hand in his jacket pocket and his collar lifted up to his chin. She proceeded to awkwardly move her chair closer to his and slowly, as if dealing with a wild animal, reached out to wrap the throw around both of them, thankful that it was big enough for the job.

Sensing how still and tense he was, (Y/N) felt the need to talk to lighten the mood, "So, do you always sit outside all by yourself? In the dark? And in complete silence? Brooding-"

"I get the picture, and no," he took a sip from his bottle. "Sometimes I like to sit in my car."

He was capable of humour, which was a refreshing discovery after countless weeks of being formal. She understood wanting to define clear boundaries between employer and employee, but when she was essentially tasked to bond with his child and regularly invited to family activities, the lines naturally blurred, and her curiosity intensified.

"Who's Cat?"

Joel was silent for a second, then let out a reluctant sigh, "Cat was…a girl I knew way back when I was young."

"You're talking like you're in your 50s."

"I'm 34 to be precise, but fine, back when I was younger," he said grumpily. "We dated for a bit, then we didn't. That's how it went with most women I met."

"Oh, is this a Casanova situation?"

"No, more of a 'not ready to commit to a kid' situation," The silence that followed was loud, (Y/N) didn't want to make a sound, afraid he'd realise what he was doing and shut himself off. "I was 21 when Sarah was born. She's the joy of my life, I don't know what I'd do or where I'd be without her, truly. But...it was hard back then for a single dad with a newborn. Never went to college, had to take on side jobs to sustain both of us. My love life wasn't exactly a priority, and when the opportunity presented itself, they fled as soon as they heard the mention of a child."

The next question was risky, but she couldn't think of anything else, "So you haven't dated since your younger days? Not even the hot single moms in your area?"

This made Joel laugh heartily, a sound she loved to listen to, something she wanted to hear more often. "Not really. I mean I've flirted here and there, but Sarah and I are good the way we are now. She's my priority, and I want to make sure my partner's good to my kid too, you know?"

"If you don't mind my asking, what happened to Sarah's mom?" (Y/N) probed further, "Sarah told me-"

"Nothing happened. She left and that was that." The wall was back up. You pushed your luck.

Luckily for them, Sarah called for everyone to play cards. Which was then followed by board games. What they discovered that evening is that (Y/N) was either incredibly skilled at them or simply unbelievably lucky. She and Tommy got on well, making innocent physical contact here and there, high-fiving each other, sharing a lot of laughter, too much laughter for the man that sat across from them. Joel wasn't jealous, he was never jealous, but the sight didn't make him feel happy either.

After a while, the oven beeped, indicating that the turkey was ready. The four of them prepared the table with bowls of salads, bread slices, side-dishes, making space in the centre for the bird accompanied by roasted vegetables. (Y/N) joined in their prayer before they dug into their food. They shared all sorts of life stories: Tommy's time in the army, the most frustrating clients Joel had ever had, more embarrassing anecdotes from Sarah's childhood, funny and dramatic events that occurred while (Y/N) was on vacation. The young woman then brought out the tarte she'd made for the occasion, much to everyone's delight. It was as silky as she hoped it would be, tasting notes of coffee in her chocolate dessert covered in walnut crumbs. The ambience was relaxing, they sat under the dim light of the scented candles dispersed throughout the kitchen, bathing in the sounds of laughter and utensils scraping against the food on their plates.

When all was devoured, they moved the party back to the living room and Tommy decided it was time for presents. Sarah received hers first, which turned out to be a collection of CDs of her favourite musicians from Tommy and a skateboard she'd wanted for a long time from her dad. She hugged each of them very tightly, already excited to put both of her new belongings to use. Then it was Joel's turn to unwrap a brand new wallet gifted by his brother (apparently, he had complained about his old one he owned for more than a decade) and a second-hand guitar from Sarah that she acquired from a friend's cousin then paid for a cleaning by a professional with her own pocket-money (with a little help from uncle Tommy). Tommy received a steel lighter from Joel, who claimed the custom engraving – a hand-drawn cowboy hat on the front and T. Miller on the bottom – was Sarah’s touch. Just when everyone thought they were done, (Y/N) cleared her throat, calling for their attention, whilst dragging her bag closer to where she sat on the floor.

“I brought gifts of my own.” She declared and pulled out a box and gave it to Tommy, whom she'd met only hours ago. “I’m sorry, I took this just in case someone else would be here, but I wish I had gotten to know you sooner to customise the present to your taste- “

“Oh my sweet God,” he muttered, staring at the large crystal bottle of whiskey. “This is one of the fanciest kind around, it ain’t fuckin’ cheap either!”

“You’re lucky Tommy here is a whiskey connoisseur.” Joel said from his laid-back position on the couch.

The younger brother engulfed her in a warm hug soon after, “You got my taste just right, sweetheart, thank you.”

The room was silent as she extended a purple envelope to Sarah, who sat across from her. It didn’t seem all too exciting. The kid in question opened the envelope, eyeing her babysitter, who herself seemed a bit nervous. The silence in the room was suddenly broken as the 12-year-old squealed her hardest squeal, forcing both Millers to cover their ears.

“It’s two VIP tickets to the Halican Drops concert in Houston next year!” she exclaimed, launching herself at the now grinning woman. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“How’d you get those? I thought they were sold out.” her father asked, clearly having gone through the struggle of standing in long queues to make his daughter happy.

It was difficult to breathe with a prepubescent child sitting in your lap as she held you in a death-grip. “I have an old friend who happens to work at the venue.” she replied, accepting the kiss on the cheek from Sarah who sat back on the ground, practically buzzing as she stared at the pieces of paper in her hands.

Lastly, (Y/N) got up to stand in front of Joel as he looked up at the object she extended in complete surprise.

“You really didn’t have to- “

“Just open it.”

So he did. What he found inside was a Prussian blue knit scarf.

“I noticed you never wear one, and it’s pretty chilly out, so I figured I’d knit you one myself. Finished it just in time a couple of days ago. The color looks flattering on you.” she explained, blushing deeper and deeper with every word. She failed to notice that he, too, was heating up.

“Well, I’ll be damned. This woman can bake, she can knit, she’s smart, and she plays cards like a pro. I mean what can’t you do?” And while she knew Tommy was teasing, she couldn’t help but redden even more.

“I’m pretty proud of my mixing skills,” she added, making him pause with a face that read ‘no way’. “I’m a bartender on the weekends.”

She had barely finished her sentence when she yelped as Tommy scooped her up and over his shoulder. “That’s it! I’m taking this one with me. It was nice to see ya, big brother!”

(Y/N) squealed and wiggled around as much as she could to try to get him to let her down whilst Sarah did her best to save her friend by clinging to one of her uncle’s legs in protest. It was one chaotic scene unfolding in front of Joel, who had not moved from his seat, still staring at the scarf in his hands as he ran his thumb over the soft wool.

After all that excitement, the household members spent a few more hours watching ‘Home Alone 2’ and ‘Jingle All the Way’, DVDs Joel had bought earlier that week. During the viewing, he caught himself glancing at the woman curled up against the arm rest less than a few feet away from him. She remained completely oblivious, amused by the tomfoolery happening on-screen. He left the room for a moment to dispose of his empty bottle in the kitchen. On the short way there, he realised he was slightly tipsy. While he was rummaging through the drawers, he heard someone come up behind him.

“Looking for this?” he turned around to see (Y/N) holding up the bottle-opener. She walked up to the counter and opened the bottle in his hand, brushing her cold fingers against his warm ones in the process.

“You’re cold.” he commented bluntly.

“Yeah, my extremities get cold easily. That’s why I walk around in gloves and thick socks as soon as the temperature starts dropping.”

She threw away her own empty bottle and swiftly turned around to walk back into the living room, when she felt his hand wrap around her wrist ever so gently.

“I didn’t get to thank you back there. You know, for the present?” he spoke softly, giving her a rare smile. “It was real nice of you.”

She noticed the way his pupils were slightly wider than usual and his stance that seemed to swing back-and-forth ever so subtly. “Joel, are you…are you drunk?”

“It takes a lot more than a few bottles of IPA to get me there. I’m just fine.” he whispered, for what reason she wasn’t sure, then unexpectedly walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He didn’t leave her to contemplate her next actions for too long because he emerged not even a minute later, holding his right hand behind his back.

They found themselves standing closer than they should have, but neither of them seemed to care as Joel revealed the mystery object.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

It was the most beautiful edition of ‘Jane Eyre’ she had ever laid her eyes on. Red leather hardback with golden accents all over it, including the fore-edges, it looked like something out of a royal library.

“How did you know?” her question was vague, but she knew he knew what she meant.

“Sarah told me about the books that you like, said you haven’t read this one in a long time.”

Her warm embrace came to him as a surprise, but in the state of mind he was in, not only did he accept it, but it felt good, it felt right to hug her back.

“It happens to be one of my favourites, so thank you. Really. For all of the things you’ve done for me so far.”

The two held onto each other for longer than needed until Tommy’s call brought them back to reality. The other Miller eyed the returning pair suspiciously as they took their respective places on the couch and went back to watching the movie in comfortable silence. Only he noticed the red book in her possession and fought hard to stop himself from smiling.

Later that night, after all the dishes had been washed, the leftovers put away, and the only child put to bed, Tommy reluctantly sat in the back of the cab Joel had called for him. I am not fetching my brother from a jail cell on Christmas Day, he'd told him. When he walked back into his home, he saw a sleeping figure on the couch, covered by one of the throws.

He went into his bedroom and took no more than 10 minutes to replace all of his linen with fresh ones from the closet in the hallway. He wasn’t going to let his guest sleep on a couch, especially not under a row of windows or next to the entrance door. Carefully picking her up, and she was one deep sleeper, he made his way back to his bed to lay her down on the new sheets.

My extremities get cold easily.

He changed his usual blanket for a thicker one then grabbed a pillow and went to make his bed downstairs. He picked up the scarf lying on the coffee table once more and unfolded it entirely, only then noticing the tiny initials embroidered in grey into one of the ends – J.M. Upon an even closer inspection, he realised it smelled of vanilla and flowers.

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masterlist: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

tags: @elliaze @joeldjarin

[ros3ybabe]

Where Have I Been?

hello lovelies. so, I started the challenege, did one day, and all of a sudden I feel off the face of the earth. I fell into a bit of a depression, and while I've managed to pull myself out, life has been busy busy busy! This is probably the 2nd busiest week of the year (the 1st will be in August, and you'll find out why). Here's an update on life:

I fly to Colorado on the 16th, so....under 5 days now. I haven't packed or anything yet, but I plan on doing that either tomorrow or Thursday. And I have to clean and prepack for when I return because....

I signed a new lease for a new place to live! I'll have roommates who I haven't met yet (I'm taking over someone lease, actually), but my lease starts August 18th. I return from Colorado on the 14th of August, so....I'm going to be very busy once I return.

I decided to call it quits on getting a 2nd job. It's going to mess up the schedule with my first job, and it would only make me 200$ more a month, which I'm not worried about missing our on since I'll still sell stuff on depop once I return from Colorado and I'm going full time at my current job.

I've gone out to lunch with my dad a few times as well, it's been really nice hanging out with him and spending time with my dad. I lucked out in the dad department and spending time with him is one of my favorite things!

I've been debating going to San Fransisco in October for an XG concert, but I don't know if I'll have the money or ability to anymore. (thank you new apartment and all those fees and expenses!)

my anxiety has been terrible. I haven't changed anything about what I do, but I did squish a lot of anxiety inducing things into the span of two weeks, which....my bad on that. Now I know, don't do that to myself.

I bought new makeup! The juvias place bronzer, charlotte tillbury setting spray, nyx eyebrow stuff, and blush, ughhh I love buying new makeup, I just wish it didn't cost money!

I've gotten better at doing my makeup! I've had people not even notice I'm wearing it because it looks natural despite being like, a full face! Thank you perfect color matches on my skin tint, foundation, and concealors!

I went to two movies with a friend. We saw the new Strangers: Chapter One and the Planet of the Apes movie. Both were definitely good, in my opinion.

I now have to plan with my boyfriend for when he needs to come down here and get his stuff and work out changing the utilities to our roommates name since I'm leaving. I don't feel like it should be my job to coordinate that, but oh well. I guess it's too hard for him and his best friend (my roommate) to call each other for once?? Ugh, men get on my nerves sometimes.

I need to ask my dad and a friend to help me move upon my return, which also means I won't be able to work that weekend, which kind of sucks.

I need to declutter my room and start throwing away things I don't want or need anymore this week to make it easier on myself when I return from Colorado but hahaha I procrastinate a lot.

I'm stressed about paying rent. I'll have to pay rent for here and rent/fees for the new place before august and then September's rent for the new place, and my new rent is about double what I pay now. so yayy, adulting and finances. I don't feel qualified to be an adult, but here I am, age 21, an adult.

That's about it for now! Lots of stress, lots of anxiety, lots of stuff happening super close together. But that's life, I guess. Forgive me for my absence from my blogs. I also stopped studying spanish for now, and my routines are non-existent. Colorado will change that, tho, for sure. I do plan on updating a little more frequently once things settle down when I'm in Colorado. but for now, it'll be kinda here and there with my posting.

thank you for all the patience and kindness, lovelies. til next time 🩷

[the-entitie]

Aphla_Werewolf_[Lucas]_×_male_reader_

Good boy~

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</T|W> slight dub-con or no explicitly stated consent, senting, a/b/o style rut, edging, riding, multiple rounds, depiction of slight injuries, and thier healing.

</C|W> Smutt this time :p, bottom oc werewolf, top amab reader,

Lucas had come in with a dislocated shoulder and some nasty scrapes. Come to think of it, a lot of the wolves had been showing up with these kind of scuff marks.

You didn't really ask. Just patched them up, but if someone would know and wouldn't care that, it's you asking. It would be Lucas.

As you lifted his wrist, warned him of the pain, with a flat palm against his collar bone just over the dislocated socket. A quick shove and slight twist of his wrist had the joint back in place if a little sore.

His breath hitches with the movement, and he holds onto the coat you use with treating wounds. His hands cramping as he grips onto the stained fabric, holding you there to ride out the pain with his forehead resting gently on your sternim. The puffing breaths shifted the loose shirt under him while you ready the disinfectant over his shoulder.

That's another thing the wolves have taken to. Touch.

Any of the 'pack' as you call them would negate any distance and practically beg you for some form of skin contact. You weren't sure why, but you knew that's how familial relationships are stabilized.

Lucas was the only one to hold on. Or hold you there. Every other wolf would just brush up against you and then let you step back.

"You know."

He looked up at you, his chin resting on your sternum. Eyes looking a little to dilated for the adrenaline drop he should be in now.

"I've seen your groupies more often this week."

"Sorry." His arms wind tighter round ypur waist. Not even pouting about the name-calling. "Lots of the pups are going through the 'fight for my mate' phase of growing up."

"Thought that was just a wives tail."

"Nope very real."

"And they need some big strong Alpha to break it up?"

This odd rumble vibrates against your chest. It's almost enough to distract you from patching his spine up.

"I'm more to stop the ones that go past just play fighting."

"I need to clean your neck. And well, the other cuts." You pause when those same dark eyes flicker up to you. Clearly, you weren't clear enough.

"You need to move, so I can help you."

"Help sounds nice."

"Yes so move"

Lucas only shuffles back, unlooping his arms but still holding on to you. Forcing you to kneel down so you could actually clean and tape the wounds he came here for.

Those ink filled eyes still stare as you start on the cuts along his ribs and chest. Hardly flinching when the antiseptic cuts through the dried blood, and you have to push against him to stop the renewed bleeding. His pupils almost seem blown, and the scientist in you wonders if this fight for a mate actually releases a hormorn that keeps his eyes like that.

It's almost like he's looking at the prize of the fights that's been happening. Well, you haven't seen any of the disputes, displays, whatever they really are. So you can speculate their use.

"All done," with a pat to his chest, to pull his attention back from the dazed look he has. "Anything else? Or are there more."

"I don't know. I don't think you're done."

"What? Did I miss anything?"

"Yeah,"

Lucas smirks, leaning back on his hands. Shirt right there at the end of the table, but he refuses to put it on.

"I need a kiss to make it better"

Red flushes all through your neck and up your ears, eyes going wide. This was just a joke right?

But you leaned down, hovering just a breath from him. It was almost serene. Just standing there in the cold open room, this thick emotion hanging off the air between you and him.

Lucas was the one to break the quiet moment.

The split skin of his lip was near sharp as he kissed you, just a soft press at first. But then you lean up against him. Feeling every breath he took with the rise or fall of his chest against yours. His skin radiating heat like a furnace.

Those ruff hands gliding up, under your work coat to trace your jaw and settle along your neck. That same rumbling noise vibrating agaisnt you as he growls.

Some wolves can growl as a sign of playfulness, a fake growl for lack of a better term. It's more a tease or verbal invite to play. And he keeps growling as he pulls you impossibly closer. Arching up into you, just to grumble louder.

The old and ratty matris you use for the more hurt patients, bending under your weight. Lucas opens his eyes to stare at you with a golden ring, elipsing lust blown pupils. Fangs nip ever so softly over your lips and toungs, with soothing kisses placed after the harder nicks.

Must be the full moon looming to rise at the end of the week, amoslt two days of hyper wolves apparently now fighting to prove their love.

As if sensing your distraction, Lucas hauls you up, dropping you beneath him. Those ruff hands are still tracing any link to skin it can find along any gap between your waist and shirt. Happily feeling over the scars he watched you patch up. Panting down your throat between taking your breath away with each searing kiss.

Straddling your thighs, striping your jacket, and shirt with rushed movements. Leading your own hands to his skin, begging in all but words for you to touch. Careful of the buises, you hear those playful growls start up. Now you can feel it vibrate in his chest against yours.

The air around you in this old place warming with each brush of hands, or roll of hips. It's burning this feeling of lust deeper into your soul than you thought would still be possible.

He's careful of the claws dawning his fingers when tracing the skin under your belt. Easily catching on the fabric and forcing you to detangle him from it.

When you've both shed the last layers, you start to realize why his pack mates jokingly call him Alpha.

All it takes is one slip of your fingers over his waist, against his spine, and he's practically presenting for you. Back dropping down so he could roll his ass back into your hands.

"Please."

Lucas laps his ruff tongue over your throat. Chasing the beating pulse thundering away under it, a thick fur scratching at your thighs.

Seems he's partially shifted. Ears replaced by his canine form, tail flopping over your knuckles as you need the muscle under it. But..

There was this. Fairy tail, of sorts.

It was some girl who would brag about her partners in bed. But if what she says is true.

"Hmm, that feels good."

Bingo.

"You're very good at this."

His tail does wag when complemented. Good to know.

It's just the simple sway the end, but maybe.

There's a simple lubricant in the top draw, and an audible thumping follows your breach of him. It's almost distracting, but none the less adorable.

With your dick now fucking up into him, rendering his mind completely blank besides those breathless little noises that he can't seem to keep in.

All it takes is him rolling his hips back into you for it to finally gain a rhythm. And for you to say,

"Fuck. You feel amazing."

The sudden moan and long whimper had almost worried you, and yet he clamped up like a vice. His dick jumping in time with his heart rate so, so close.

One hand on his throat, and the other rubbing along the base of his tail, you methodically take him apart. Finding every spot that makes his gasp, every angle that makes his back draw tight or mouth hang open, every place to scratch raised red marks, suck darling bruises. All of it.

You keep him lost in the pleasure but never enough to cum, even when hes close its easy to pull at his hair, scratch at his hips, to keep him feeling good. But not enough.

Right when you know you have him on the edge, right when you know he's desperate enough to listen.

"Good boy"

Lucas practically locks up. His orgasm rushed through him without any warning, his own cum dripping past his jaw and neck. Breath ragged, although he can't be to worn out.

As his tail still thumps against the inside of your thigh. Eyes practically glazed over before he started moving again.

"Just like that." You comand into his ear, watching it flick with the ghost of your breath against it, "good boy~"

[cevansbaby-dove]

Fill in.

Jensen Ackles and Reader one shot.

Warnings: None.

Summary When Brianna gets sick she asks you to sing a song with Ackles.

Requested by @jackles010378 thanks for your request!

"what do you mean she's sick?" You ask as you step out of the car at the con. "i mean Bri called and asked for you to fill in for her."

You step into the large building. "I haven't sang in months my voice would not hold up"

"oh i don't know about that Y/N" You turn to see Jensen wearing a huge grin. "Hi jens"

You two embrace in a hug and he says pulling away. "Come on i bet you'll be great singing with me"

"When do you go up to sing?"

"um..four hours"

you walk into the back of the stage. "how the hell does he expect me to sing? Ugh"

Pacing back and forth you ponder on if you can sing, Y/n you have to do this. You say in your mind.

Jensen walks in and says. "You alright?" You look at him. "no i mean...i don't know..i have to sing...I have been told my voice isn't that good so i am kind of worried i would make it sound bad"

Jensen wrap his arms around you. 'hey calm down don't have a panic attack on me"

"i'm...so..sorry" You say as you let some tears fall. he pulls away and says. "i'll let you get cleaned up ok?" You nod. "yea..thanks"

He kisses your forehead and says. "sure thing"

He walks out and you get into this outfit.

You grab the hat and walk out on stage to see everyone clapping and cheering. You smile and wave, Jensen says as he stands close to you. "Good to see you cowgirl"

You look at him and smile. "ready Sheriff?" He smiles at his nickname that you gave him when he started filming for Big Sky. "Ready as i'll ever be"

You stand close to the microphone and Jensen says. "Hit it"

You sway to the beat and Jensen starts off with his part.

Tell me something, girl Are you happy in this modern world? Or do you need more? Is there something else you're searchin' for?

I'm falling In all the good times, I find myself longin' for change And in the bad times, I fear myself

You smile and start singing.

Tell me something, boy Aren't you tired trying to fill that void? Or do you need more? Ain't it hard keeping it so hardcore?

I'm falling In all the good times, I find myself longing for change And in the bad times, I fear myself

I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in I'll never meet the ground Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us We're far from the shallow now

In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow In the sha-ha-sha-la-la-la-llow In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow We're far from the shallow now.

You and jensen keep singing till it ends, jensen takes your hand in his and both of you bow and walk off stage.

You smile and jump around. "I did it! i sang!" Jens smiles. 'yea you were amazing out there! maybe you should try going on tour with me"

"oh no thanks one time only" You hear my phone go off. "oh i'll get it" You look at it and it's a message from brianna.

Bri-You were great up there Y/N thank you so much for taking my place! You rock. 🤩

"Bri said thanks for me taking her place and that I was good" You smile and Jensen says. "She's right you were great"

You look at him and say. "Okay okay i get it"

Y/N-Thanks Bri! I had fun i honestly was worried about how i'd sound but Jensen gave me a pep talk just before.

Bri-Ah yes he's great at helping out.

Some of the crew come into the room and tell you how great you were and You smile thankng them and Jensen says. "Okay give her room to breath ya'll man"

You smile and say. "My flight leaves in two hours so i need to pack but i had fun thanks" You kiss jensen on the cheek and walk out.

Well I wasn't sure where to leave off with this fic but omg i felt soft so i wanted it cute and a bit of flirting going on. Thanks again to @jackles010378 for your request! I hope you liked it!

Taglist @k-slla @cutedisneygrl @patzammit @alternativeprincess @armystay89

[givemea-dam-break]

a/n: part 5 of my lockwood x reader enemies to lovers!!! i did not expect it to get to this many parts, but you all seem to love it, so i will not disappoint! thank you @superpositvecloudshipper for giving me inspiration for an idea :) this one is a little less violent in terms of cases than the other parts and focuses more on emotions - ngl it got me in my feels

warnings: minor descriptions of death, lots of emotions, very minor injury gn reader

full series collection: here

You should turn the case down. You should turn to Lockwood right now and tell him no, refuse to go and just let him, Lucy, and George go themselves, but you can't open your mouth. It feels like your body has been locked into place, unable to move as you listen to the woman in front of you explain what's going on in her house.

"My nieces were visiting the other day," Miss Loren, a frail woman despite only being in her thirties, says, "and, while they were playing out in the back garden, they started screaming. When I managed to get them inside and calm them down, they told me they saw a ghost - a young girl, not much younger than you. She didn't make any move to hurt them, nor has she tried to since, but even I can sense her. The whole house... smells like evil, if you know what I mean. She's lurking, and I'm worried she'll harm the girls."

Lockwood nods, offering her a reassuring smile. "Of course. If you're happy with it, we'll come round tonight to scout out the house and get rid of her. Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?"

Miss Loren nods, brushing her hands over her jeans. "Yes, I haven't been in my house for a few days. Here's the key."

She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a silver key and passes it to Lockwood. With trembling hands, she takes a sip of her tea. George is watching her closely, not because he's concerned but because of one of the few rules in the house: no one can eat the cake or biscuits until the client has, and Miss Loren hasn't touched the plate of assorted biscuits.

"I best be off," she says. "If you could give me a call in the morning, I will come meet you back here and organise payment."

Standing, Lockwood smiles a little brighter. "Thank you. I'll show you out."

The two disappear from the living room, and it feels like a thick blanket has been removed from your head. You can breathe a little easier.

Lockwood returns a moment later. "So! We've got a case."

"I'll head to the Archives," George says, shutting his notebook with details from the meeting. "I'll be back for four. That gives us enough time to get there, right?"

"Should do." Lockwood glances at his watch. "I'll head to Satchel's, pick up some bits and bobs. (name), Luce, do you guys mind oiling the chains and packing the bags ready?"

Lucy nods, but it takes a minute for the words to register. Slowly, you nod, too.

"You okay, (name)?" Lockwood asks, frowning.

"I'm good," you say. "Sorry, I'm a bit out of it. I've not had any tea today."

He doesn't seem overly convinced, but with one more concerned glance at you, he grabs his coat, throws it on, and slips out the front door. George leaves shortly after.

In the basement, Lucy plays music from an old stereo as you both sit on the ground, cleaning and oiling all of the chains you own, picking and choosing which you think will be best for the case. It's boring work, but you don't seem to mind it today. It helps keep your mind moving.

"You know, you don't have to come on the case if you're not comfortable with it, right?"

You look up at Lucy and frown. "What?"

She shrugs. "Your reaction back there. Something's up. You don't have to tell me, but you don't need to come along. I'm sure we can manage it by ourselves."

"No, it's fine," you say. "I, uh, I have a feeling I'll be helpful with this one."

She looks confused, but she doesn't push the topic any further which you appreciate.

You've only been with Lockwood and Co for a few weeks now, since agreeing to join their team, but already you're starting to bond with Lucy. She was hired shortly after your fallout with Lockwood, which feels like years ago, so you never really harboured a grudge against her. It made it easier to become friends with her, and also makes sharing a room a little less awkward. In fact, you've spent a few late nights together talking about your lives, your interests; just anything that came to mind.

So you're grateful that she's learned when to lay off a topic that makes you uncomfortable.

There's comfort just sitting with her, cleaning the chains as music blares so loudly that you've probably damaged your eardrums. It's different from what Lockwood makes you feel, a soft candle offering up comfort in a dark night whereas he's a raging fire, brightening up the room and giving you warmth. Two very different feelings for two very different reasons.

And, so you go, cleaning the chains, dreading the case to come.

--

"This shouldn't be too hard," Lockwood says. "George?"

George stares up at the quaint house before rubbing his glasses on his jumper. "Shouldn't be. If it's a Type Two, it's very weak, but I'd say it's a Type One. If what I found is right, a girl died here a few years ago - she was maybe about thirteen. Fell out of the tree in the back garden and broke her neck. She died upon impact, seemingly."

Lucy frowns. "The source could be anything, and could be anywhere."

"Not anywhere," you murmur.

Without thinking, you approach the fence at the side of the house, reaching over to the lock on the gate and pulling it free.

"(name), what are you doing?" Lockwood asks. "We need to scout out the -"

You push the gate open, striding into the back garden. Miss Loren has no kids of her own, but her nieces visit regularly, so there's a slide there, along with a climbing frame and swing set. Toy cars are strewn over the ground, but none of that is what you're interested in.

Lockwood catches up to you momentarily. "What are you doing?"

"Saving you getting all of our things out of our bags."

The tree in the back corner looms over you, casting a large shadow in the light of the sunset. A rope swing hangs from one of the branches, so old that it has cinched the shape of the branch, and a sad smile grows on your lips. And, there...

Carved into the bark are two initials that have your heart squeezing with agony. Your fingers brush against the haphazardly scratched letters, and you can hear faint laughter in your ears, the squealing of young children playing around.

"(name)...?" Lockwood says. His voice is cautious.

Before you can be dragged into your grief, you crouch down to the ground, slipping your crowbar out of your bag and hacking it into the ground. You don't have a shovel, but this is the best you've got until you can make the dirt loose. Soon enough, you're digging with your hands, soil embedding itself under your nails as you go deeper and deeper.

Your fingers scratch something wooden, and your heart sinks. With a struggle you pull it out, holding the little box in your hands.

It's nothing fancy, just a little jewellery box bought from a craft shop, covered in faded pen drawings. You kneel there, looking at it for a minute.

"What is it?" George asks.

Before you start crying, you stand, tearing the silver net out of Lucy's bag and wrapping the box in it. "Time capsule."

George frowns. "How did you know -"

"I had a feeling," you say, shoving it into his hands.

Lockwood's looking at you funny, but you won't meet his eyes. "We should wait here a little longer, see if the ghost appears. We don't know if we got the wrong source."

And you do so.

You sit there, obediently, staring at the tree unmovingly. In the darkness, it looks like a monster, stretching its horrible arms out to grasp you and whisk you off into the night. You almost wish it would.

Someone sits beside you, silent for a moment before saying, "You knew the girl, didn't you? Those are your initials on the tree."

It takes all of your strength not to cry. Lockwood's hand reaches for you, and it's only now that you realise you've been picking away at the skin around your nails. Your cuticles are bleeding in places. His hand is warm, comforting, and his fingers thread through yours, squeezing softly.

"She was my best friend," you say quietly. "I used to live in that house just next door. We'd spend most days together, hanging out and playing. We even joined Rotwell together."

"I didn't know you worked for Rotwell."

You shrug, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I left after... Her source, we made that just after we'd both turned thirteen. Time capsules were all the rage, remember? And we wanted to have something to remember each other by if one of us found it later in life. She..."

Tears cloud your eyes, and you're glad that Lucy and George are on the other side of the garden, keeping readings on the temperature around the tree.

"We were climbing that tree one day. We used to do it all the time, and we didn't think it would be any different, but... She lost balance, and she fell. Her parents weren't home, and mine were at work. The newspapers say she died on impact, but she didn't. I didn't call an ambulance soon enough. I sat with her, held her in my arms as she -"

It's too much. The tears spill, burning your skin as they make their cruel descent. It feels like your chest is caving in, destroying your heart and your lungs and every single blood vessel. There's a heavy weight on your shoulders, slowly crushing you.

Lockwood's arms circle you, pulling you into him as he murmurs, "It wasn't your fault, okay? It was not your fault. You were a kid."

By now, you've lost all semblance of your pride, and the sobs come openly. You clutch onto him like a lifeline, the only thing keeping you rooted to this world. All of the feelings you've spent years burying are coming back in tidal waves, filling up your lungs until you can't breathe. Guilt, grief, agony, rage. They all return tenfold.

You've spent years waking up from nightmares, watching that moment replaying over and over again. Sometimes, she speaks to you in those final moments, telling you she loves you or saying how much she hates you for letting her die. It's eaten you alive in the years since, but it became manageable.

Not anymore.

Lockwood continues his chant, telling you that it's not your fault as he holds you to his chest. The sound of his heartbeat, the steady thrum of it, is something you eventually manage to pace your breathing with and, after what feels like years, you can breathe again, though you hiccup every now and then.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks softly. "If I'd have known, I would've let you stay back."

Sniffling, you say, "You never would've found the source if not for me. You would've been hopeless."

He laughs quietly, and it helps ease your tears a little more. Still, you hold onto him tightly, glancing up at the garden.

"Where are Lucy and George?"

"They left," he says. "I think they wanted to give you some space. There's been no sign of the ghost."

You don't have the energy to be embarrassed at their seeing you crying hysterically. "I'm okay now."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am." You move to sit up, but Lockwood's arms keep you close. "Lockwood, I'm fine."

"I might not know a lot about girls, but I know that 'I'm fine' means the absolute opposite."

Groaning, you settle yourself in his grip, listening to his quiet breathing. You're grateful for him, in all honesty. The way he holds you so carefully, how he's let you cry for so long and ruin one of his shirts with your tears, it makes you realise how much you truly appreciate him.

He's always tried to keep you safe during these cases in the past two months, always willing to sacrifice himself for you. And while that makes you eternally grateful for him, it means nowhere as much as this: him letting you grieve without embarrassment or judgement. You suppose it's because he, too, has had too much to grieve, but maybe he never had this support.

"Her name was Aiva," you murmur. "She was always joking around. She was top of the class while we were in school, and she was set for being important at Rotwell's. She had Sight, like you, but it was her smarts that got her places. I would've followed her anywhere."

Lockwood's head rests atop yours. "I'm sorry you lost her."

You stare at the box wrapped in the silver net a few feet away. How you wish you could open it and skim through the photos and memorabilia within.

A soft kiss on your temple, gentle and barely noticeable. "Let's get you home then, shall we? I'll make you a cup of tea, just how you like, and I'm sure we have some doughnuts left over from our last delivery from Arif's."

A small smile tugs your lips. "That sounds nice."

[ramcharantitties]

Diwali

Summary: First Diwali of you and ram.

"Why are you still in your clothes?" A voice boomed from the door, and by the tone, it was a very angry wife of mine. Although I wanted to cross question her, "why don't you take them off?", I knew better and did not utter a word. Maybe we'll do that later tonight anyways. I jumped off the chair in a second and scurried to the bathroom, towel in hand. It's Diwali today. From four in the morning, we have set the fairy lights, spotting dragon flies, then packed the sweets y/n made in the past two days, deep cleaned our house, went to market for last moment shopping, and decorated our house with diya and rangoli. The amount of tea cups lining the sink said enough about our hardwork today. It was around 4 in the evening now, and y/n needed me to get bathed soon so I can go to the temple for an early Pooja, as she sets up the Pooja at our home.

The bath was shivering and cold- November not letting us breath with warmth. Stepping out of the bath, a red kurta and white dhoti with a red lining on it caught my eye. Someone did Diwali shopping for me. And it's shy to say, but the warmth she gives deter a hundred Novembers.

Quickly getting ready, I combed my hair. The red on my cheeks matched one of my clothes, and it was visible in the mirror, hope my wife doesn't catch it. It was almost 4:30, and I knew that if I don't leave now, it's going to be a screaming match. Finding y/n, I saw her in her homely saree with wet hair tied in a towel lock, carrying everything needed to the Pooja in our home. "Get ready first, I'll help you with this when I come back".

She turned around to my voice, the golden skin from sandalwood shining with the golden mangalsutra in orange sunlight. A tint of pink on her cheeks too when she checked me out, up and down. I had to turn around and leave, so she didn't catch me blushing.

It was almost the muhrat of Pooja when I stepped in our home. The sun has started to set and the area was lit up by blinking fairy lights. Blasts of firecrackers were easily heard throughout. I saw our home with white and yellow alternate lights too. Upon entering, Y/n was nowhere to be found near the Pooja, but it was all set and decorated.

Looking for y/n, I realised that I haven't given her Diwali gift- a blue chiffon saree I picked out for her, and that it's our first Diwali together. I called out for her, as she made her way out from our room in a pink saree. Her hair was open and air drying. It was given to her by her family, and she has already worn this twice now.

"Why aren't you wearing anything new?" I led her into the room again opening the side of the cupboard which was reserved for my official clothes. "This is new" she muttered, putting Kohl lines in her eyes. I pulled out the transparent bag which held a beautiful blue saree, laced with white embroidery and deep red design. Her brown eyes caught the sight of it, a breath caught in her throat. She looked expectantly at me. A smile from me was enough for her to pull it from me and rush inside.

About 15 minutes later, y/n came out looking like an apsara. The baby blue insinuated her already pink face. She twirled around giggling. "Do I look good?" I nodded, leaning on the bed frame. It felt good, to see her happy. The childish joy in her eyes and soft smile on her lips. Gazing at her lovingly, it took me a while to realize she wasn't smiling anymore. "We are getting late for Pooja!"

The Pooja went well. We sat down after it, tired from running around the house all day. Busy eating home made sweets, I almost lost the soft touches of her on the saree, her fingertips barely touching the design. She looked content. And that was enough for me to remember how our first Diwali went.

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[the-mighty-jellybean]

The Hound of Hell's Kitchen

Series Summary: "We are only as blind as we want to be." Maya Angelou

Y/N Y/L/N was not prepared to be hindered by how the world viewed her position in society, not even the law was going to define, who she was as a person. Strong, brave and true of heart. The very qualities that make her so attractive to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Series Warning: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst and a little childhood trauma, just to really spice some things up. Strong Language

(18+ Only)

Chapter Four: Pack Meeting

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language

Word Count: 3k

"Get up, runt." Y/N felt a kick to her side, that makes a wheeze the first breath she takes of the day. Wincing, and clutching her side, she groans as she sits up.

"Was that necessary?" Y/N hissed, glaring hard at her elder brother, who stood towering over her, his face mainly of disgust and despair.

"Just get up, Dad's already annoyed at you," his face only slightly softened, "You shouldn't have said what you said."

"What, Conri? The grumpy bastard needed to be told." Y/N shrugged, finally pulling herself off the scrap of fabric that was her mattress on the floor. Dusting herself down.

"You need to be more careful, you're already Dad's least favourite," Conri steps aside as Y/N shuffles around the small cupboard that her step-mother had told her was her bedroom, "and when your dad has 17 children, that's quite impressive."

"Yeah, well, I was doomed from the beginning." Y/N rolled her eyes, pulling on a jumper, that she sniffed first. It was not clean, but it was better than nothing.

"You always sound so hard done by." Conri rolls his eyes, stepping out into the main room of the den.

"I am hard done by," Y/N huffs, "My mum was your dad's mistress, who was then killed by your mum for producing a pup." Y/N signals to herself, "So I have no mum, and a father, who can't stand me, and a step-mother who-"

"Who does nothing but look after you, mutt." the icy cold voice of the literal evil step-mother crept her way behind Y/N, making her gulp audibly. "Your father wishes to speak with you."

"I haven't eaten yet." Y/N gestured to the food that littered the kitchen table, Y/N's other litter mates scoffed their faces with whatever their greasy hands can grab at.

"I don't think you're deserving today." she spat, making Y/N's eyes water, but not wanting to show her upset, she turns on her toes, and heads out of the den, following the scent of her father, which lingered strong in the air.

It was always after a fight, her father's scent seem to be the most overpowering and intoxicating. The scent was thick up her nose, like blood.

She followed it all the way to the large lake, just outside the family den, her father's figure loomed in the distance like a totem poll of death and misery. When she was just a few feet away, her father cleared his throat, which makes her stop dead in her tracks.

Y/N lowers her head, bending slightly at the waist, she doesn't look up, until her father clears his throat once again. Standing back up, this time to attention, holding back on the strong desire to flinch when her father finally looks her in the face.

"You wish to see me, sir." Y/N cursed internally at the waver in her voice, as she addressed the intimidating figure in front of her.

"After your little display last night, I decided to speak to the pack healer." Y/N grimaced at the thought of the old man, discussing her with her father. "We've decided to bring your presenting forward."

Y/N felt the wind being knocked out of her chest, it felt like her lungs were made of lead.

"But-father...I'm only 13." Y/N tried to reason, her sight vibrated as tears pooled in the bottom of her eyes, biting her lip to stop it from quivering.

"Yes, well, we believe that you will feel more apart of the pack if you understand your place a little better." Y/N curled her toes, wringing her hands together, as she feels herself start to visibly sweat.

"I understand my place, father." Y/N tried to appeal to her father's egotism, she bows her head once again, fully exposing the scruff of her neck, the most vulnerable part of her body.

"I think after your little performance last night, that is not true." She felt her father's hand grasp her shoulder, firmly, it was probably the most affectionate touch he had ever showed her in her short little life.

"When will it happen?" Y/N whispers, her eyes are still on the dirt below her, her father's feet in the corner of her view.

"Tonight."

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"Sooo, let me get this straight, your father forced you into puberty, which made you become a big hairy dog." Foggy is pinching the bridge of his nose, the cogs really struggling to turn, Y/N could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.

"Wolf," Y/N jabs, "I turn into a big hairy wolf, but yeah essentially."

"I still can't get over the fact your father had 17 children." Karen's eyes are wide, and she's holding her hands out in front of her, clearly trying to count them on her hands.

"That's a fairly normal amount for an Alpha pack litter." Y/N shrugged, sipping the warm tea, sighing quietly as it helped to rejuvenate her.

"But I still don't get why you turn into a wolf, if you're no different from the rest of us." Danny complained, also scratching his head.

"I'm a direct descendant of the founding packs, that formed our civilisation 10,000 years ago." Y/N shrugged, but she soon looked aghast when the people in the room, other than Claire, seemed perplexed by Y/N's simple explanation.

"Do none of you know our shared ancestor history?" Y/N looked between them all, then to Claire, "Where did you find these people?"

"Hey just because we don't understand your weird doggy history, doesn't mean you can be a bitch about it." Trish rolled her eyes, Y/N elicited a deep growl, which was reciprocated by Trish. For a moment, the two of them were in a small stand off before Jessica stood up to block Trish from Y/N's view, and Matt reached over to squeeze Y/N's forearm.

"That's enough, the two of you." Jessica waves her arms, looking between Y/N and Trish, who hadn't broken their glares.

"Continue, Y/N." Colleen nods.

"Well in short, the Gods of Olymgaurd, sent Dionemis, the Creator, to Earth in search of an animal that had the potential to form civilisation as we know it today. Dionemis came across a pack of wolves, he liked the hierarchy of the pack, how the wolves from the Alpha down, knew their place, and therefore their roles. He believed that these animals reflected the society the Gods wished to achieve on Earth. He decided to change the wolves into people, these people were still able to return to their wolf form, if they needed to protect the pack. This carried on for generations to come, after each child presented in the packs to follow, when the need to protect themselves or the pack arose, they would shift into their wolf form."

"The little girl, from the other night? She's like you?" Matt questioned, his face was one of deep thought and concentration.

"I believe so. It was a Hunter's ring. They called themselves Beus People." Y/N nodded.

"But why do we not change into wolves?" Coleen asked, genuine curiosity scented strongly in her question.

"Civilisation has evolved over time, the Gods sent more creators to Earth, they feared that the Dionites would become too powerful if they were left unchallenged, evolution has played some part, but the people created by Beus, the hunter, were formed from his bow. The Gods liked the hierarchy the Dionites, naturally followed, so told Beus that his people should be formed in that way. But this led to jealousy and envy between the Dionites and Beucrites Alphas. Those, who couldn't shift took their frustrations out on those who could, hunting them close to extinction. There are only a few direct descendant packs left as a result." Claire finished the explanation for Y/N, for which she was quite grateful, they looked to each other with a small friendly smile.

"There are still some, to this day, who hunt us, they think that we are dangerous and unpredictable, that we can't be trusted, because we have some sort of superiority complex over those, who descend from Beus, but that is not true, we are always in control, if we feel threatened, our instincts are to shift." Y/N disclosed.

"But why did your father bring your presenting forward, and where is your pack now?" Luke fired questions at Y/N, and with each one, she sank further back into the chair, hoping she could disappear.

Matt noticed the way Y/N's scent changed to anxious, the worry coming off her strong, Matt sensing her upset.

"That's enough, Y/N doesn't need to answer those questions," Matt interrupted, sitting on the arm of the chair, Y/N was on, taking one of her hands. Y/N doesn't know why, but she lets him give her hand a reassuring squish, and then holds his fingers tighter, so he can't take his hand away. "She's explained how she becomes her form, and she's already given more detail about her past than she needed to."

"Right, well I think if we're all finished interrogating Y/N, I think we can all go back to our lives for now." Claire suggests, giving Y/N a quick wink.

"How do you know each other anyway?" Luke chimes in.

"What? How do I know Claire Temple?" Y/N jokes, "I know Claire Temple the same way every vigilante in New York owes their lives and first born pup, to Claire Temple."

Everyone gives a shy smile, but Luke doesn't look as amused as everyone else.

"Hmm, think me and you need to have a little talk." Luke signals to Claire, who does nod in agreement.

"We need to head out, Coleen and I are holding a meeting at the youth centre in China town tonight." Danny excuses the two of them. Foggy and Karen, also make their apologises before leaving themselves.

"Yeah, I think we should get going to." Jessica nods, reaching for Trish's hand, but she doesn't take it, she's still not broken her stare of Y/N.

"But she still has so much to answer for."

"She's not going to answer anymore questions," Matt stands up, walking dominantly towards Trish, who appears to sink in her seat, "especially from you."

Trish looks to Jessica for support, but she is glaring just as harshly.

"What do you say?" Jessica presses.

"Sorry, Pack Alpha." Trish mumbles, Matt doesn't press her for a better apology, knowing it would be a challenge to get it out of her in the first place, he just nods, and turns his back on her.

"I should get going to-ah." Y/N winces, as she stands quicker than she planned, holding her bandaged abdomen, Matt grabs her arm to support her weight, and ease her back into the armchair.

"You need to sit back down." Matt warns her, some how giving her a peremptory look, Y/N still didn't understand how a blind man could hold so much control over her, with just the looks on his face.

"No, I need to-wait, Claire, how long did you say I was out?" Y/N suddenly panicked, but allowing Matt to place her back into her seat.

"In total...about three days." Claire answered, allowing Luke to help her put her jacket on.

"Fuck." Y/N exhaled hard through her nose, resting her forehead, harshly on her fist.

"Language, Omega." Matt quipped, making Y/N shrink slightly, whispering a small apology, scenting strongly of sincerity, "What's the matter?"

"My landlord," Y/N wiped her face, pressing her palms hard into her face, "he gave me a day to get my rent together, and well...that day was three days ago."

"Damn." Claire sighed sympathetically, "What about all your stuff?"

"He'll probably have bagged up all my stuff by now, and thrown it into the trash."

Y/N let her head roll back onto the couch, another huffed breath make her shoulders drop down.

"It's fine you can stay here." Matt responded, very quickly, making Y/N's head snap up in mild disbelief.

"Umm, what?"

"You can stay here," Matt shrugged, like it was nothing, "You wouldn't be the first member of this pack to stay here."

Y/N's heart didn't know what to do. It didn't know if it wanted to speed up with excitement, or anxiety, or stop altogether in pure shock.

"What do you mean member of this pack?" Y/N managed to choke out, only now realising how dry her throat was.

"Well, that's if you want to, if you've got somewhere else to stay, then I can help you get there?" Matt backtracks.

"Nono-no, I don't have anyone." Y/N trails off quietly, feeling her eyes burn a little.

"That settles it then, you can stay here," Y/N could smell the happiness humming off him like expensive cologne. "Claire could you pop by Y/N's apartment, get together what stuff you can find."

"Of course." Claire scents strongly of earnest.

Y/N gives her a shy smile, and mouths a 'thank you'.

With Luke and Claire being shown out the door, soon Y/N and Matt were alone. Y/N pulled the sleeves of Matt's hoodie over her hands, picking at the stitching nervously.

Matt came back into the living space, sitting on the couch opposite Y/N, leaning on his forearms.

"Sooo, you're the pack Alpha?" Y/N broke the silence, chewing her lip.

"Yep," Matt popped the 'p' in his acknowledgement, "We're a bit of a mix-matched bunch."

Y/N chuckled lightly, "you can say that again, blondie's a bit intense."

"Yeah," Matt grimaces, "Yeah, Trish can be a bit of handful, but I leave Jess to discipline her."

Y/N scrunches up her hands nervously, "Discipline?"

Matt's eyes flash wide for a second, when he senses the rising fear in Y/N's scent.

"Not like that," Matt assures, "we're not that kind of pack."

"Well what kind of pack are you?"

"We're a family. Luke, Danny and Jessica, they're all Alphas, bonded to Claire, Colleen and Trish. Foggy, he's my Beta, and he's bonded with Karen." Matt is attempting to scent as strongly as he can of calm and reassurance.

"Why did they choose you to be the Pack Alpha? Don't Pack Alpha's usually have a mate? And you don't smell bonded." Y/N shuffles forward on the chair, her hands still covered by the sweater Matt had leant her, she was deeply enjoying being surrounded by Matt's scent, pulling the collar up to her nose, hooding it slightly.

"I'm unbonded, but I care for all of them deeply, as if they were all my mates, but I can be unbiased because I'm not actually mated to any of them." Matt clarified, Y/N nodding along with his words.

"Does that mean you don't want to be bonded?" Y/N lured, not taking her nose out from the collar of the sweater.

"I guess I've not met the right person yet." Matt shrugged.

"What would you do if you did?" Y/N pressed, trying to slow her heart rate down, knowing he could probably hear it skipping. "Would you still be the pack alpha?"

"I don't know. We'd probably hold a pack meeting, discuss it as a group." Matt scratched the back of his head, for a moment going into deep thought, before abruptly bringing himself out of it. "Are you hungry?"

At that very moment, Y/N's stomach rumbled loudly, making her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

"Does that answer your question?" Y/N chuckles, awkwardly, Matt giving her a beaming smile.

"There's a Thai place across the street, you like Thai?" Matt stands up, making his way to the door to grab his shoes.

"Uh-sure, but-ah," Y/N stumbles over her sentence, as she shakily makes it to her feet, attempting to catch up with Matt.

"Hey, hey, don't do that sweetheart," Matt protests, rushing back over to support Y/N's frail body, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I-uh...I didn't want you to leave me." Y/N mumbles, mildly flustered by the soft, but firm touch, Matt had placed on her body to keep her secure. She watches Matt's shoulders drop, and his face soften.

"Sorry, honey, I didn't think." Matt lead Y/N back to the couch that he had just been sitting on, "I'm not gonna go anywhere, I'll call up, and get it delivered."

Matt sat down with Y/N reaching into his pocket to fish out his phone, with one hand he scrolled through his previous numbers, as the automated voice read each one out, before he stopped on the one that just simply read 'Thai'.

Matt's other hand was resting gently on Y/N's waist, he cradled her close to his side, making sure not to grab her bandaged waist too tightly.

Y/N let herself relax, she'd never enjoyed being this close to an Alpha, but she couldn't bare the thought of being away from him. She let her head fall on his shoulder, listening to it vibrate as he spoke their order, not even paying attention to his words, just enjoying being centimetres from his bonding gland.

Matt finished up the order, tossing his mobile to the side of him, and turn his body inwards, to create a better shell for Y/N to lay into. It looked as if Matt wanted to lay his hand on Y/N's thigh, but he stops himself short, placing it on his own leg.

"You're so respectful." Y/N hums, reaching to tentatively touch Matt's fingers, running her fingertips over his bruised and scared knuckles.

Matt's fingers twitched a little, the delicate touches, tickling his skin.

"What do you mean?" Matt is careful with his tone and words, he can sense that Y/N is feeling fragile. He's grateful for everything Y/N had told them today, all of her candour was tough for her to say, he could tell it had taken a great toll on her mentally.

"You don't push your luck," Y/N shrugged, she briefly looks into Matt's eyes, but darts her eyes away, feeling her skin prickle with awkward heat.

'Why you being so awkward, he can't even see you'

"I wouldn't dream of it, I'm sure you'd have my hand off if I even thought of testing my luck." Matt chuckles, Y/N enjoys the sensation against her cheek, pushing the side of her face into it.

"Hm, you wouldn't be the first." Y/N speaks cooly, Matt can hear the serious undertones of that statement, and it makes his chest hurt with rage, but he keeps a lid on it, not wanting to alarm, the dainty figure in his arms.

The two sat there for a while, just enjoying each other's scents and touch. They both jumped a little when the door bell went, with the delivery driver's arrival.

"You're gonna have to give me a second, sweetheart." Matt mumbles, Y/N's arms were fixed around his waist, her eyes were droopy as she clung to him tightly.

"Don't go." Y/N mumbles, this time turning her face fully into his neck, her nose bumps his gland, her lips brushing the sensitive skin, causing fireworks to shoot through Matt's body, stunning him for a moment.

Y/N quickly pulls away when she feels Matt's body twitch beneath her. She winces, as she pushes herself to the other side of the couch, wrapping her arms around her middle stiffly.

"Sorry." she mutters, once again heat prickling her skin, the fine hairs on her body stand on end, and her scent is uncontrollably embarrassed.

"It's okay, Y/N," Matt reaches for Y/N's thigh, but she twists it purposefully out of his way, squinting as she pulls her knees up, shifting to find a comfortable position, despite her wound.

Matt bites his lip, but goes to answer the door, not wanting to leave the poor delivery driver waiting much longer. He takes the food quickly, giving him probably too large of a tip, thanks the driver, and then rushes back to Y/N, who's sat just as embarrassed as she was when he'd left her.

Matt goes about grabbing plates for the food, as well as cutlery, Y/N's ears twitch as she hears Matt banging around in the kitchen. Her eyes widen as she watches him in the environment much better suited to those, who are a few ranks below him.

Standing on wobbly legs, she manages to stagger her way to the kitchen, making Matt stop what he was doing instantly.

"What are you doing?" Y/N stammers. clutching the kitchen side for support.

"I could ask you the same question, go and sit down." Matt takes one of Y/N's hands, in hopes of guiding her back to her seat, but she manages to hold her position.

"Why are you doing that?" Y/N gestures at the stack of plates, and fist of cutlery Matt had thrown on top of it, littering the side boards in the kitchen.

"Do you want to eat with your hands instead?" Matt asks bemused.

"No," Y/N answers, bluntly, "But let me do it, you're an Alpha, you don't prepare food."

Y/N attempts to move passed Matt, to grab the plates, but Matt has got a strong grip on her, and she's left entirely to Matt's mercy, wobbling on her shaky knees.

"Earlier you could barely dress yourself, I think you should just let me look after you, and you should sit down before you fall down." Matt instructs, already taking Y/N back to the couch, "Besides, I did not prepare the food."

"But still, you shouldn't be dishing it out to me, I'm not even a member of your pack?" Y/N is still very confused, this pack was confusing, she didn't understand the rules at all.

"Who said you weren't?" Y/N hears the hurt in Matt's voice, and she bows her head submissively, sad she'd upset the Alpha.

"Well, no one really said I was." Y/N shrugged, allowing Matt to take her weight, guiding her back into the soft seat.

Matt squats down in front of her, taking her hands into his, and looking as deeply into her eyes as he could manage.

"Would you like to be?"

"Umm-well...I..." Y/N felt her mouth go dry as she tried to find the words. It had been nearly 10 years since Y/N had been apart of a pack, and she wasn't really sure what she wanted. Sure, everyone seemed really nice, and plus Claire was apart of this pack so how bad could it be. Yet Y/N couldn't forget the little niggle of worry and trauma that wormed its way around Y/N's brain, controlling her next moves.

"I don't know." Y/N manages to muster up, dumbly, "I don't know what I would like."

Matt couldn't help the little bit of hurt that weaved its way into his scent, but he manages to force it down, giving the most believably smile he could muster.

"Nono, it's okay. I wasn't expecting you to want to jump into our crazy pack family straight away, I just wanted to let you know it's an option." Matt rambles, and Y/N nods slowly with his words.

"I'm sorry, I can't give you a better answer."

Matt shakes his head, "don't worry, right now, let's just get you fed."

Matt leans up and kisses Y/N's forehead, surprising even himself, but he decides to move passed it quickly, trying to ignore the firework feeling that shot through his body once again.

For a moment the two sit in a silence, hard to tell if it was comfortable or awkward, but it's Matt, who interrupts it.

"So, you have 16 siblings?" Matt questioned, through a mouthful of food.

Y/N nods, politely covering her mouth as she finishes her final chews, before responding with a muffled, "yep."

"I don't know how you coped with that, I'd struggle just to remember everyone's names." Matt chuckled, Y/N let out a breathy laugh.

"You never forget when you're bottom of the pile, my father always told me to remember my place, remember who's above me." Y/N explained, she noticed the change in Matt scent from curious, to conciliatory.

"Who was above you?" Matt asked, glumly.

"My eldest brother and my father's first born is Zev, he was second in command, he could be vile, but not as bad as my second oldest brother Rudi, he was the worst. He teased me for being my father's bastard, made disgusting comments about my mother, all in all, he was a vicious prick."

Matt places his hand on Y/N's forearm, pushing out his caring hormones as he attempts to comfort Y/N, whose anxiety and rage levels began to spike.

"I'm okay, he's not here now, I'm fine," Y/N promises, patting Matt's hand that still lay on her arm.

"As for the rest of them it went; Lupe and Ingo, Ashina, Rawl, Blevine, Daciana, Eyolf, Otsana, Maccon, Tala, Ylfa, Seff, Conri and Faolan."

"Wow, that's impressive," Matt nodded, his hand still lay on Y/N's forearm, he enjoyed the sensation of her warm skin, resting on his finger tips, "I can't imagine living with that many people at one time."

"No? You enjoy being a lone wolf?" Y/N jests lightly, but regrets it when she sense Matt's change in scent, to slight sadness.

"No, loneliness creeps up on you sometimes." Matt sucked on his lower lip catching it between his teeth.

"Sorry." Y/N mumbled, scenting regretful, but Matt is quick to turn to face her, soft look on his face.

"No please don't be. I just haven't found my Luna yet," Matt assured, "And who knows, that could come sooner than I think."

Y/N was just thankful, she had food to distract herself from the feelings whizzing around her brain.

'God he's sexy.'

Chapter Five

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@ninacotte

[bluejayboi]

Aishite Aishite Aishite- Soft yandere Vil: Part 2

Here's the second part of my Aishite Aishite Aishite story (I would recommend reading it first if you haven't already). I had some details I wanted to wrap up but they didn't fit in the story very well. I formatted them as headcanons for simplicity. Enjoy~

TW: Yandere themes, aftermath of attack and kidnapping, drugging (poison, love potion, and sleep potion), restraints, and possible injury

Vil feels their hands go slack against his own as they stop trying to pry off his grip. He feels them go limp beneath him and frantically checks their pulse to make sure he didn’t go too far (maybe puts his ear to their chest to listen for a heartbeat). He lets out a sigh of relief when he finds their pulse is still relatively steady.

He sees the red marks he’s left on their neck and feels guilt pool up in his gut. He’s marred their perfect form. He’s the cause of their pain. This is his fault.

Desperate to make up for the harshness he had shown them, he clutches them close for a momentary embrace before carefully picking them up in a bridal carry. He brings them to his room and gets them situated before returning to deal with the girl. He has a disturbingly giddy look on his face when poisoning her (and uses magic to clean everything up)

It’s a slow awakening for [Name]. They find themself in a soft, luxurious bed. The purple and white blankets pool around them and the pillows feel as soft as a cloud. This does little to comfort the aching pain in their neck. There was a strange pressure around it that they could only describe as feeling like soft fabric and a cold sensation. They move to reach for it but find that they can’t. Their wrists had been wrapped in silk and tied to the bed posts. The same was true for their ankles too, only those were simply tied together and not tied down to anything. They start squirming, trying to loosen their bonds and get out of this room. They remembered what had happened. They couldn’t stay here.

Still groggy from everything that had happened, they had completely overlooked the presence in the room. Sitting at the desk next to the bed was Vil, fretting over the contents of a first aid kit and random vials of potions. Hearing the rustling from his bed, Vil perks up and turns to them eagerly

He’s quick to explain the situation at hand: he had bandaged their wounds (since they had gotten a few scrapes and bruises from leaping over the desks) and used silk to secure an ice pack on their neck. He tries to offer potions for healing and pain relief but [Name]— being understandably mistrusting— refuses them. He explains that he had to tie them down to keep them from leaving but that he made sure to use the finest of silk for bindings to ensure that he didn't hurt them or mar their beautiful skin any further!

He’s desperately apologizing to them, promising that he never wanted to hurt them but that he had to or else they’d leave him. He promises to give them anything, do anything for them; just please, let him love them. Let him feel needed. Please don’t leave him.

It was nearly spring break when he first took them. He decided to plan around this: He would finish out the last few weeks of school, take [Name] home with him when the break starts, and then sometime into the break (long enough after [Name’s] disappearance that he wouldn’t be considered too suspicious) he would drop out of NRC, claiming that the college was just too time consuming and got in the way of his career. He does plan on continuing his education with private tutors (both to avoid suspicion and because he genuinely cares about bettering himself)

He would fervently apologize to [Name] because his plan involved him keeping them tied up in his room for a few weeks. They deserved far more than his meager room could provide. He wanted to give his precious bird the most exquisite gilded cage, but for now he’d have to settle with silken restraints keeping them bound– unable to escape him

He’d try to keep his actions a secret but his close friends will still suspect something. Rook always seems to be watching (and perhaps already knew about his actions) while Epel just sensed that something was off through his Senior’s actions.

Vil didn’t want to hurt his friends. Despite always acting so cold, he still cared about them. So he made some alterations to his plan; He knew that he would have to be away from his love for various stretches of time due to his career. But what if he could leave a trusted person, or better yet two people, with them to attend to their every need in his absence? After some consideration, he came to the conclusion that this would be the best course of action: preserving his bonds with his friends while securing their loyalty to him and his beloved.

He set to work brewing a potion. He needed to ensure that they’d go along with his plan. And what better way then brewing up a potion that would convince them to see things his way. He brews his own love potion, this one in particular being set to induce feelings of platonic love (he couldn’t have them trying to steal his role as [Name’s] lover after all). He would force them to consume more than enough of the potion to ensure that they were just as obsessed with them as he was. He would indoctrinate them with his ideals, teaching them to be protective and doting to his love. And just for an added safety net, he would give them a bit of the potion with its effects directed towards him, to ensure that their loyalty to him was unwavering (to make sure they didn't double cross him and take his beloved away)

He would prefer to sneak the potion to them but would settle with forcing it down their throats if he must. He’ll do what he must to keep his friends and his love with him

As he feeds them the potion (in whatever way he must), he mutters to himself: “None of you can stop it now” with a twisted smile on his face

[Name] tried to persuade either boy to help them escape but was forced to watch as the effects of the love potion claimed them both, just like it did Vil. They watch the obsession swirl in their now pink-flecked eyes as the two start fawning over them. All they can feel is the overwhelming dread at the fact that their opportunity to escape had just slipped through their fingers (probably for good)

Rook will be a worshiping yandere, hands down. He would be head over heels for them and just as delusional as Vil (probably more to be honest). He conforms with Vil’s delusions, feeding into and adding to them. He will be speaking French a whole lot, especially with his poems, songs, and declarations of love. He’ll be eccentric and eager with his affections. Lots of words of affirmation and physical affection. He’s very protective and will keep everyone other than Vil and Epel away from his dearest ami/amie*

Epel will be a more down-to-earth but overall doting yandere. He won’t be as delusional as the other two but he has his moments. He will absolutely use his boyish charms to garner more attention from his dear friend and will use them for manipulation if he has to. He’ll mainly use gift giving and quality time but he definitely has a soft spot for physical affection

After this part of his plan is complete, Vil often has either Epel, Rook, or both looking after [Name] while he’s busy. This will happen when they’re all still at school (taking turns between their classes) and he’ll bring them all to his home over the break. He wants them both to leave NRC with him and makes sure that things are set up for them (rooms in his home are prepared to match their preferences, personal tutors and/or trainers if they’re interested, and more)

Even with himself and the other two watching over them, he’d still be cautious when bringing [Name] home. He would make them take a sleeping potion. He doesn’t want to be as rough with them as when he first took them so he’d hide it

Vil untied one of their hands so that they could feed themself (after a great deal of complaints and resistance over him feeding them) and propped them up with pillows so they could somewhat sit upright. They had finished the exquisite food that he had served them (as much as they wanted to hate it– to hate the fact that he knew their favorite foods and was dotting on them like a lover would a sick, bedridden spouse– they had to admit they had taken a liking to this kind of cooking). Vil had left with the dirty dishes, leaving the boys to watch over them. Epel was sprawled across the sheets, trying to cuddle against them through the blankets. Rook had taken a seat on their other side and was gently taking a napkin to their lips to wipe up any remnants of the meal. Even if they tried to use their one free arm to fight back or untie the other restraints, they knew that Epel would just latch onto it like he was hugging a plushy. And they'd have to deal with Rook's mock exasperation and chiding too

Vil returned to the room holding a steaming mug of their favorite warm beverage. He tells them to take a sip and that he prepared it just for them, beaming with a proud closed-eye smile. There’s no choice really, he would just end up pouting and having a meltdown if they tried to refuse it (becoming a blubbering mess of tears and apologies and begs whenever they tried to resist in any way)

They take a sip of the beverage. Several flavors dance on their tongue (i.e. tea might have honey, hot chocolate might have cinnamon, it’s up to your preferences) along with a floral taste that carries hints of mint and rosemary. Did he put lavender in this?

It doesn’t take more than a few sips before [Name] feels grogginess start to overtake their senses. They can feel their thoughts slowing, dripping slow and thick like honey. They try to say something but it’s incoherent, their words coming out all slurred and quiet. They felt the mug being pulled from their loosening grasp before it could spill its contents onto the bed sheets. They were teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, their eyelids fluttering to remain open. Rook was softly caressing their hair, guiding their head down to the pillow. Epel had reached for their unbound hand and pressed it against his cheek as he gazed at them adoringly. Vil seemed to beam with pride over the situation as he gently cradled the mug in his hands. The last thing they saw before passing out was the soft smiles on all the boys’ faces. The last thing they heard were the soft coos, coaxing them to drift into slumber.

By the time they wake up, they’ll be in a new room with the three boys staring at them with big, proud smiles

Look up “extravagant fantasy bedroom” for inspiration over the room. Pick your favorite and let your imagination do the rest

No expense will be spared in ensuring the room is luxurious and comfortable. There’s a walk-in closet that’s larger than their dorm room back at NRC, an elegant bathroom that looked like it was plucked right out of a spa, and the room itself was huge. It felt like they were in a small apartment instead of a single bedroom. It’s stockpiled with various supplies (including self-care products, countless forms of entertainment, a flat screen TV that was wider than they were tall, materials for their hobbies, and so much more) so that they could have everything they need in the comfort of their gilded cage. Everything was shining and sparkling, both from being freshly cleaned and since a lot of it was made from precious metals and jewels.

Vil wanted to make sure this room was only the best for them. He doesn’t plan on letting them leave the walls of this room for the time being. Perhaps in the future he can trust them to wander the halls of his home, but for now he can’t risk them being tempted with the idea of escape.

Vil will continue his gift giving (he’s especially excited that they have no choice but to keep his gifts now) and both Rook and Epel will join in. It becomes a contest to see who can give them the best gifts (aka the gifts that make them the happiest). Vil will continue with his expensive gifts– like before– but he puts more emphasis on items used for entertainment (so they won’t get bored during their confinement), clothes (since he finally has the chance to dress them in a way that compliments their beauty) and self care products (he needs to make sure they stay radiant and healthy). Epel prefers giving homemade gifts over expensive ones (since he can only afford so much). He gives them wood carvings, home cooked food (lots of apples and apple-based recipes), flowers he’s collected, and other such things. Rook will want to give them the trophies of his hard work (usually things he’s gotten from his hunts so expect a lot of furs and such) but will also give them surprisingly insightful and thoughtful gifts (that leave them wondering just how long he’s been watching them and how well he knows them).

Whenever Vil has to leave for his job, he’ll leave the boys with a long list of things they have to do in order to keep [Name] healthy. No matter how well the boys do with following the rules he sets, he’s always worried that they’ll miss one little detail and something terrible will happen. He’ll call multiple times everyday just to ease his worries (and he’ll force Epel or Rook to put his love on the phone so he can hear their lovely voice). As soon as he gets back, he’ll rush straight to their room. He’ll latch onto them in an embrace and refuse to let go for a few hours, ranting about how torturous it was being away from them. The love potion makes him an addict for both their attention and presence. The longer he goes without them, the more pain he ends up being in– both physically and mentally. So when he gets back he glues himself to their side– desperate for any crumb of attention they’re willing to spare him.

[Name] gets certain privileges when it’s just them, Epel, and Rook. The boys want to pamper them in ways that Vil won’t allow so they take advantage of his absence. This is the only time [Name] can get fast food, takeout, or processed foods in general since Vil is always insisting on having his personal chefs whip up something healthier. Epel will absolutely smuggle them in the food that they want while Rook pretends to not notice (he has a deal with Epel that he won’t rat him out in exchange for things like extra time with [Name] or closer spots to [Name] on the couch). This is also the only time when they’re allowed to stay up late. Vil is determined to get them on a sound sleep schedule (always going on about the importance of circadian rhythms and beauty sleep), so he makes them go to sleep earlier than they usually would (he will give them small portions of sleeping potions in their dessert to make them go to sleep at a time he approves of). Sometimes Epel tries to help them break the bed time routine but that just ends up with him getting a dosage of sleeping potion too (which just leads to Vil and Rook gushing over how cute the two of them look passed out and cuddled up to one another with a long forgotten movie playing on the tv). Once Vil is gone, Epel loves getting to stay up late with [Name] watching movies, playing video games, eating snacks, and more. So long as they both include Rook in the fun, he’s fine keeping this a secret to Vil

The boys are also way more lenient than Vil is. They don’t enforce the same strict rules as Vil does, only requiring certain bare minimum maintenance (fast food is acceptable as long as they eat some vegetables as well, they don’t have to follow the long list of self care activities but they do have to at least moisturize, they can stay up late but have to go to sleep on time when Vil's coming back, etc.)

The boys might even take them out on little trips. Nothing too big or too far from the house. They’ll just take them to get some fresh air in the forest surrounding Vil’s lavish manor. Rook will stay on guard the whole time, scouting ahead to ensure no one is around with his bow at the ready. Epel is staying close to them, both to protect them and ensure that they don’t run away (not that they can with the shackle around their ankle keeping them chained to Epel, who has a cuff around his own ankle).

Escaping their room would be nearly impossible. Vil has installed numerous locks on the door, affixed ornate metal bars over the windows, and utilized magic in the security system in order to keep them in. And these are just the things that [Name] had found so far. There was bound to be more throughout the house. And there were also the boys that they had to worry about. As much as Vil didn’t want to break their trust by forcing them to take potions against their will, he would if he had to. He wouldn’t drug them with a love potion (since he wants to truly earn their love, not just drug them for it) but he would absolutely brew up some more sleeping potions if he must. He would also consider giving them potions that mimic the symptoms of an illness or cause extreme fatigue, since this would prevent escape, give him the excuse to take care of them, and force them to be more reliant on him (and would hopefully instill more trust and appreciation among them). Epel, despite looking tiny, is fairly strong and will latch onto them to prevent them escaping. Even if he can't drag them back to their room, he'll just hold onto them until the others arrive. He is also completely willing to use his unique magic on them. He’ll wrestle them into one of the glass coffins he summons if he has to. He’ll do what he must to get them to fall into that deep slumber that the coffins induce, should it simply cease their flight from him. Finally, there’s Rook. There’s literally no way to escape from him (given his hunter instincts and unique magic). He won’t want to shoot at his dear ami/amie* if he doesn’t have to. He’d prefer to give warning shots or simply stall their escape enough to let him catch them easily and without risk of them hurting themself. He’ll only shoot them if he absolutely has to. He’ll aim for a leg to stop them running and lower the likelihood of them sustaining an extremely severe or permanent injury. He’ll gingerly carry them back to the Schoenheit estate, being careful to not worsen their injury, and will have Vil and Epel tend to their wound. He’ll be especially soft in the following days in hopes of earning back some of the trust he’s lost.

All in all, there’s no way to escape these three. The potions have driven them into deep and unshakeable obsessions and they’d gladly burn the world to the ground so long as it would let them keep the one that they’ve come to love close

*Ami/amie: friend (masculine and feminine, respectively)