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multifandomfangirl93 · 5 months ago

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OMG I loved your Buck and Eddie x reader fanfic so much!! I would love if you wrote more you are so so talented. Also could you do one in which Buck and Eddie (or only one of them) are the ones who get sick and reader gets to comfort them and take care of them now? 🫶🏻

Oh no- Buddie x reader

Warnings: Vomiting, Buddie fluff, and I think that’s it!

Authors note: This can be read with Back In Bed OR on its own. It’s a long one, but I hope you enjoy!

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A few days after your fever spiked, you were finally back on the mend. You were excited to get back to the station this afternoon and get back into the rhythm of things. In the end, Eddie decided to take Chris to his Abuela’s house since you hardly ever get fevers. Turns out, you had gotten the flu. Given that you were still recovering, Bobby had agreed to allow the three of you to work a half shift this afternoon.

The sun peeking in through the curtains of your shared bedroom finally coaxed you awake. Normally, you would all be up getting Chris to school and yourselves to work, but he was still at his abuela’s and was suppose to come back home tonight when you all got off shift. You squirmed, feeling slightly uncomfortable as Buck’s body heat seeped into you from directly on top of your chest and Eddie radiated heat from where he was laying next to you. Any other day, you’d feel content and relish in their body heat, but they were both extremely warm.

You placed your hand carefully on Eddie’s bare back and frowned at the heat that he was putting off. To confirm your suspicions, you reached up and ran a hand through Buck’s hair and sighed at the scorching heat coming from his head. They both had fevers.

You carefully scratched Buck’s head and rubbed his back as you tried your best to gently wake him. “Buck. Hey baby. You gotta wake up for me.” You whispered, kissing his forehead and pushing the covers off as you spoke. “Evan.” You whispered, nudging him with your nose. He groaned, shivering at the cold feeling of your nose on his overheated forehead.

The first thing Buck realized was the he was FREEZING. The second thing was the pounding headache and sore throat. “Mmm.” Buck whined, low and deep, burrowing himself into your arms as much as possible.

You sighed, rubbing his back more. “I know baby. I know.” You soothed, cradling his head gently. “You gotta let me up. You’ve got a fever and so does Eddie.” You said, using all your strength to push yourself onto your side with Buck still firmly latched to your chest.

“M up.” Eddie hoarsely whispered, rolling onto his back. His face was flushed as shivers wracked his body.

You hummed in sympathy, sitting up and placing your hand on Eddie’s forehead. The man leaned into your touch, hand coming up to lightly grip your wrist to keep you there. You chuckled, running your other hand through his hair. “Did you get any meds?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

Eddie gave you a pitifully sassy look. “No.” He whispered, curling into himself as he gravitated toward the middle of the bed.

“And why not?” You asked, knowing Eddie had to have been up for a while. He’s never this coherent when he first wakes up anymore. Now that he has you and Buck, he’s the most happy and relaxed he’s ever been. He’s learned he doesn’t have to stay on guard at home and has finally gotten to a point where he can go into a deep sleep and slowly wake up. It normally takes a while for him to be this responsive in the mornings.

“Duele el estomago.” Eddie whispered, curling around your knees to rest his head on Buck’s shoulder.

“English please.” You whispered, worry flaring in the back of your mind. Eddie doesn’t normally switch to Spanish unless he is upset, stressed, or feeling unwell.

“Stomach hurts.” Buck translated, slowly reaching a hand up to run his fingers through Eddie’s hair himself. You know he’s dealt with a sick Eddie Diaz for years and has learned a few things along the way, so you’re not surprised Buck understands Eddie.

You nodded, lightly rubbing Eddie’s back as he pressed his stomach into your knees. You sat with your feet tucked under you and now had most of Eddie’s upper body on your lap. Luckily, all the supplies you needed were still on Eddie’s bedside table, so you carefully reached over and grabbed the thermometer. You stuck it in Eddie’s ear first, earning a red glaring 102.5 on the screen. You waited a minute before doing the same to Buck, getting a 101.9.

“Well boys, looks like you caught my flu.” You said, sighing and internally beating yourself up. “I’m sorry mis amores.” You said, proud of yourself for learning pet names early on. You knew Spanish calmed Eddie the most when he felt bad. Buck is far more advanced with Spanish compared to you. Your knowledge ends at pet names and a few small phrases when it comes to speaking and understanding Spanish. Buck has learned enough to understand what is being said, but he isn’t very good at speaking it himself unless it’s pet names or short phrases.

Both boys groaned in response. They figured as much, but they didn’t want to say it. They know you are going to blame yourself, but there was no way you were going to suffer through the flu alone. They knew the risk and were more than willing to take it in order to keep you safe and comfortable while you were sick.

“I gotta go call us out again. I’ll grab a few bottles of Gatorade and a couple of the nondairy meal replacement shakes so you can both have some meds.” You said, slowly easing your way from under Eddie. “I’ll be back. Do you need the trash can Eds?” You asked, leaning down to get a good look at him as Buck gingerly wrapped himself around Eddie.

Eddie shrugged, not wanting to open his mouth. He truly hoped that he just needed something in his stomach. He never had a strong stomach when he was sick. Luckily, you and Buck had an easier time when it comes to having tummy issues when sick. You’ve both been sick so often in your lives that your stomach doesn’t get affected too much unless it’s something directly related to the stomach.

You slowly got up, putting the waste basket on Buck’s nightstand for easy access. “Buck, it’s there if he needs it. I’ll be back in a few.” You said, leaning down to kiss both of their heads. You waited for Buck’s thumbs up before exiting the bedroom.

You grabbed your phone from its charger in the kitchen and quickly dialed Bobby’s number as you set about getting meds out.

“Good morning Y/n! What’s going on? Shouldn’t you guys be here in a few hours?” Bobby said as soon as he picked up.

“Yeah. About that..” you began, almost laughing as you heard Bobby breathe an “oh no” on the other end. “Yep. They are both pretty bad off. Eddie’s got it the worst. Higher fever than Buck and his usual sickness stomach issues going on.” You explained, grabbing three bottles of Gatorade and three bottles of meal replacement drinks from the pantry.

“Don’t worry about things here. You’ve got your hands full there.” Bobby soothed, knowing this wasn’t going to be fun for any of you. “Do you need anything?” He asked, ever the father figure.

You blinked back tears of frustration. Frustrated at yourself for getting them sick, frustrated at the universe for letting it happen, and feeling slightly stir crazy knowing that you had to be home for another week at the least. “Umm. I.” You paused, hearing Eddie moan. “Probably some ginger ale, more soup, and crackers.” You listed, eyes widening as you heard Buck shushing Eddie. “I gotta go. I think Eddie’s not doing so hot. Just shoot me a text if you can drop by! Thanks Bobby!” You rushed out, not waiting for a goodbye as you threw your phone onto the counter and ran into the bedroom. You were met with Buck trying to climb out of bed and sounds of Eddie coughing in the bathroom. “I’ve got him. Lay down hunny.” You soothed, jogging over to lightly push Buck back in bed before running into the en-suite. “Oh querida [darling].” You whispered.

Eddie was crouched down, one knee pressed into the rug in front of the toilet while he leant into his other knee, using the pressure to try and stop the churning in his stomach. He coughed as sweat and tears poured down his face. Hands trembling, Eddie turned slowly to peak at you from under his eyelashes.

You were there in an instant, lightly tugging his head into your thigh with one hand and leaning to wet a wash cloth with the other. You were pretty unsuccessful on your own until overly warm hands cupped the one holding the washcloth.

“Here.” Buck whispered, leaning heavily against the sink as he wet one washcloth for Eddie and handed it to you before doing the same for himself. He didn’t want to be far away, so Buck sank to the ground, resting against the wall next to the door as he laid the washcloth on the back of his own neck.

You didn’t have time to argue as Eddie pulled away from you to heave over the toilet, both hands white knuckling the toilet seat. Nothing came up as he shook violently, on the edge of hyperventilating. He doesn’t do well with vomiting. He hates the feeling of being out of control of his own body.

“Shhhhh. It’s alright Eds. It’s okay.” You whispered, crouching down next to him and lightly placing the washcloth on his neck. “Breathe Eddie.” You coached, pressing the washcloth onto the back of his neck. With your free hand, you placed it between Eddie’s knee and stomach, trying to create a barrier so he wouldn’t hurt himself further. You could feel the bubbling and churning of his unusually bloated and taut stomach against your hand. “Esta bein cariño [it’s okay sweetie].” you shushed lightly.

Eddie shook his head, saliva dripping into the toilet from his open mouth. He knows it’s going to happen, wether he likes it or not, so he’d rather stop fighting it so he can go to bed. It doesn’t make it any less scary though.

Buck silently moves closer, leaning against the bathtub on Eddie’s other side and pulling his knees to his chest. Buck uses his knees to hold his arm up as he reaches over and gently rubs Eddie’s back. Buck knows this isn’t going to end well.

Every now and then, Eddie hiccups lightly, the sound clicking in the back of his throat. He can feel the liquids in his stomach churning, but it’s like his body won’t let him get it up. He forces one loud burp, and then another. By the third one, you can visibly see Eddie’s neck veins pop as a loud gurgling retch escapes, quickly followed by a flood of puke.

“There we go.” Buck mumbles, head rested on his knees as he continued lightly rubbing Eddie’s back.

Eddie coughs and sputters, struggling around a second heave that is just as productive. His whole body convulses under your hand as you hold the back of his neck with one hand and his contracting stomach with the other. Eddie has his eyes squeezed shut as tears leak freely from under the closed lids. His face turns a terrifying red-ish purple as he struggles. “Humph. Hhhurggh.” Eddie gagged loudly, struggling to stop now that he’s started.

“I know mi amor. I know. Just let it out.” You soothe, rubbing his stomach as you move your other hand to brace his forehead as he sags, forced to shift onto his knees to keep himself upright. “Sh Sh Sh. It’s alright. I’m here. We’re here. It’ll be over soon.”

Eddie sobbed, reaching back a hand to steady himself on the ground, but Buck scooted closer, pressing the side of his legs into Eddie’s back to keep him upright. “S’alright Eds. Shhhh.” Buck roughly whispered, throat wrecked from being so sore and swollen, taking the hand Eddie held out.

You smiled sadly, reaching a hand out briefly to rub Buck’s knee before replacing it on Eddie’s forehead. Eddie finally began to slow down, breaths ragged as he aborted a few heaves. You took your hand off his stomach to grab toilet paper and wipe his face, removing the snot and bile that remained on his face.

“There we go. Fácil [Easy] Eds. Easy.” You whispered, carefully wiping the tears from his cheeks with the pad of your thumb while steadily cupping his cheek in your hand. “In and out. Despacio mi mundo [Slowly/slow down my world].”

Eddie leaned into your touch, seeking comfort as his stomach kept spinning. He knew there was nothing left, but was scared to move away. Seeing his unease, you looked around for a solution as you reached up to flush the sick away. Buck had his head up, leaned back against the tub as Eddie leaned into his leg. You and Buck made eye contact and had a silent conversation.

Buck nodded slightly, leaning up to support Eddie with his hands before helping you lower Eddie between his legs. “Hey bello [beautiful].” Buck whispered, kissing Eddie on the side of the head. Eddie curled into Buck’s chest, nestling under the man’s chin. Buck could feel him shaking and looked to you.

You nodded, already knowing. “I’m gonna go grab him a water and a blanket. Need anything Buckaroo?” You asked, running a cautious hand through Buck’s hair to gauge his temperature. Pretty warm, but a bit better than when he was adding to your body heat.

“Gatorade?” He asked, mouth dry from breathing through it to avoid smelling what Eddie was expelling. Buck’s stomach wasn’t too upset, but he didn’t want to chance triggering it by the smell.

You nodded, standing up. “Vic’s?” You asked, mostly to Buck. You all put it under your noses on calls that have a terrible smell. You do it at home when someone gets sick, if you can. When Buck nodded, you were quick to grab it off the nightstand and snag your bottle of water for Eddie. You cracked the water open, handing it to Eddie. “Rinse and spit babe.” You instructed, leaving him to do that for himself before cracking open the Vic’s jar, getting a little on your finger and wiping it under Buck’s nose before doing the same to yourself. Once Eddie was back in Buck’s grip, you stood and left the room, going back to the kitchen to grab the drinks and your phone that you abandoned to get to Eddie. You deposited it on the bed before going back into the bathroom.

“Sh Sh Sh. It’s over. Te tengo [I have you].” Buck whispered, enveloping Eddie into his arms and gently cradling him to his chest. Buck kissed the top of Eddie’s head, nuzzling into him and closing his eyes. “Jus’ rest.” Buck soothed, rubbing his hands up and down Eddie’s back.

You smiled, leaning into the doorway to watch the moment. You hated that they were both sick, but you love that Buck loves Eddie enough to still make an effort to soothe the crying man. You didn’t let it last long, knowing you needed to get them both back in bed. You crouched down, running a hand through Eddie’s hair.

“How we feeling mi dulce [my sweet]?” You asked, looking for his eyes as you addressed him. It was difficult with how he was buried in Buck’s neck.

Eddie just shrugged in response, scared to open his mouth again. Everything felt like it was quivering inside of him. It was more than just chills. It’s like every fiber of his being was vibrating.

Buck sighed, shifting gently. “¿Cama [bed]?” Buck whispered huskily, clearing his throat afterwards. He winced as pain shot through his head and throat.

Eddie nodded. You helped slowly ease Eddie into a sitting position as Buck lifted himself off the ground, using the edge of the bathtub as leverage. He knew you could lift most of Eddie’s weight on your own, so he moved toward the sink to prepare Eddie’s tooth brush and wet a new washcloth for him as you helped pull Eddie from the floor.

For a moment, Eddie leaned over the toilet, keeping his balance by white knuckling the back of the toilet as he hung his face over the bowl. Nausea and vertigo ripped through him and he fought to keep it at bay. You stood behind him, hands on his hips to steady him, rubbing soothing circles into his sides with your thumbs.

“Just breath through it. In through the nose, out through the mouth.” You gently coached. “It’ll pass. Just close your eyes and breathe.”

After a few moments of careful breathing, Eddie finally straightened, engulfing you as he stepped into your space and took you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck as he sought comfort. Buck watched from his position propped against the doorway. He was beginning to feel a little lightheaded himself.

“Brush and then bed for you.” You whispered into Eddie’s ear, kissing the side of his fever hot head and guiding him to the sink. When you saw how pale Buck was getting, you made sure to get Eddie situated before turning to your other sick lover. “And you, we need to get you in bed. Come on. Let’s get some electrolytes in you.” You said, taking Buck by the arm and throwing it over your shoulder as he swayed. “I gotcha. I gotcha.” You soothed, kissing the back of his hand. You carefully deposited him onto the mattress and grabbed the thermometer. Once you got the reading (101.5), you handed him a cracked open bottle of Gatorade. “Small sips. Don’t think I didn’t see you trying not to get triggered. ” you lightly chided, earning a deeper red blush to cover the man’s face. “Gotta get Ed’s. Work on that, you more than deserve it.” You praised, parting with a kiss to his forehead.

When both boys were settled in bed, you made sure to keep the trash can close to Eddie and waited for both of them to relax before pushing meds. Once they drank their meal replacement shakes and took their meds, you got your two firefighters to get some rest, both falling asleep soon enough.

Your phone buzzed and you smiled at the messages that were left unread:

Sis 👑(Maddie) : “Bobby called. Let me know how you guys are doing.”

Captain Dad 🚨: “Carla dropped by and grabbed some emergency supplies incase Eddie gets dehydrated. I’ll be bringing soup by later.”

Sunshine ☀️ (Carla): “Supplies are in the kitchen. Emergency kit, ginger ale, crackers, ginger chews, and Gatorade. Also stuck some pedialyte popsicles in the freezer. Let me know if you need help!”

A huge smile broke out onto your face. You were more than thankful that Carla had a key to drop off supplies that Bobby provided and that Maddie checked in. You may have two down and out firefighters, but you have a village that will make sure you don’t drown.

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whitecompri · 3 months ago

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Can I get an aged up Tails x reader, where Tails is freaking out because of a storm ( Tails is terrified of thunder storms) and reader distracts him from it. If you know what I'm talking about 😏

Stormy Distractions

Pairing: Grown Up! Tails x Reader

Genre: Romance, Smut, Confort

Rating: E (Explicit)

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Fluff & Smut

A/N: Thanks for the request! I don't have much practice or experience writing smut, but I still hope you enjoy the result!

Important Notice 🚨 WARNING: All characters portrayed in this story are of legal age. This fanfic contains adult content (NSFW), including explicit descriptions of intimate interactions. If you are underage or do not feel comfortable with this type of material, I recommend that you do not continue reading. If you decide to continue, please be aware of the content and enjoy reading responsibly.

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Your eyes suddenly snapped open as a thunderclap echoed outside the bedroom, followed by a flash of lightning that illuminated the entire room. The relentless rain pounded against the window. It was a rather chilly night due to the storm, and the sound of the thunder was so intense that it almost made the walls tremble.

However, that wasn't what had woken you up. In fact, it was something else—or rather, someone—who had unknowingly disturbed your sleep.

Propping yourself up on your elbow, you turned to the side of the bed, spotting your husband curled up under the blankets. His fluffy ears were pinned back, and it was clear from the slight trembling of his body that he wasn’t handling the storm well.

Tails had been terrified of thunder and storms for as long as you could remember. He never really opened up about it or explained the reason behind his deep-seated fear, but it had always been there—since the time you met him as kids, and even now, as a married couple living together.

The soft rustling of the blanket filled the room as you shifted closer, reaching out to touch his shoulder. The fox flinched slightly at your touch but soon relaxed when he realized it was you.

“Tails, love, are you okay?” Your hand rubbed his shoulder soothingly.

“I’m fine… It’s just… I got startled by the noise, that’s all…” He murmured softly, not turning to face you and instead curling up further into himself. Under the covers, his twin tails were wrapped tightly around his own body, as if trying to shield himself.

You let out a heavy sigh, feeling tired of seeing this fear consume him every time a storm rolled in. You needed to think of something fast—something to help him relax and calm down enough to sleep without focusing on the relentless thunder outside.

Another loud crack of thunder rang out, as powerful as a cannon blast, making Tails jolt once more and shrink even further under the blankets, nearly covering his head completely.

Your hand moved down to his waist now, gently pulling him closer to you. He tensed at first but quickly melted when your arm wrapped around his waist, while your other hand began softly stroking one of his fluffy ears. The fox’s tense body slowly eased against yours, pressed warmly against you in a comforting embrace.

A deep blush spread beneath the white fur of his muzzle, unsure of how to react to the physical affection. Slowly, he began to turn toward you, his blue eyes meeting yours. His brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a tight line.

Your hands held onto him gently, and just as he started to settle, another thunderclap boomed. His eyes widened in an instant, and before he could even think, he instinctively jumped into your arms, trembling as his tails wrapped around you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a small, shaky whimper.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. I’m right here with you.”

“I hate this…” he admitted in a fragile voice.

“I know, I know…” Your fingers ran through the soft yellow fur on his head, trying to soothe him as much as possible.

Softly, you pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. His eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, a contented hum slipping from his lips.

Tails looked up at you, his expression a mix of shyness and lingering fear, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears—each thunderclap affecting him more than he wanted to admit.

“Tails, darling… do you want me to help distract you?” Your hand came to rest against his soft cheek.

“Aren’t you already doing that?” he whispered, his small claws gripping onto your back just enough to keep himself nestled in your warmth.

“Yes, but… I mean a distraction that’s even more intimate.” Your eyes studied him eagerly, watching as his ears, which had been pinned back, perked forward with curiosity. The tension of his grip loosened slightly. “Will you let me?”

"Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel obligated..." "Yes, I’ve never been so sure about anything, I want to help you..." "O-only if you want... I... I trust you." He allowed, his voice trembling.

Your face moved closer to his, capturing his lips in a simple kiss. Your teeth nibbled on his lower lip, asking for permission to deepen it. Hesitantly, he allowed it, letting his own tongue intertwine with yours, the kiss growing hotter with each passing second. Your hand slid down from his face, finding his chin and holding him firmly in place.

Another thunderclap roared outside, and Tails' breath hitched quickly, but this time he didn’t jump—only a few seconds later, he melted back into your embrace.

The hand holding him close by the waist began to trail lower, tracing along his body until it reached his thigh, leaving a faint trail of goosebumps in its wake. Holding his leg, you helped him turn over, now lying on his back. Your body followed his slowly, never breaking the kiss.

Your palm traced a delicate path along his leg, traveling up to his lower stomach, resting there as you massaged his soft fur.

Tails broke the kiss, pulling away slightly, panting. When he opened his eyes to look at you, his pupils were dilated, darkened by the rising desire.

His hand cupped your cheek gently. "Y-you don’t have to do this, the storm will pass soon..." "Just let me help you..."

At that moment, your fingers trailed downward, reaching the base of his most sensitive area, making him gasp in surprise. The fox pressed his forehead against yours, studying your features, watching how your eyes reflected the same intensity as his.

"I love you... I promise I’ll make it up to you later." He brought his muzzle closer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Don’t worry about that now, just relax and enjoy it."

Your fingers ventured further, leaving the furred region and touching the warm, silky skin of his now semi-erect length. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly, his mouth parting slightly as he let out a soft pant from the sensation.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you wrapped your hand around him, first pressing your palm against him before closing your fingers around his shaft, feeling him twitch subtly and grow harder under your grip. Unconsciously, Tails lifted his hips, chasing more of that delicious friction. He bit his lip at the sensation, trying to hold back any sounds.

The heat radiating from his body was now more intense, his fur starting to dampen with sweat.

Another thunder echoed, but this time, lost in the sensations, the fox didn’t even notice. Your heart warmed at the realization that your help was working, that Tails hadn’t reacted to the deafening sounds of the storm.

Tentatively, you gave a gentle stroke along his sensitive length, immediately feeling a warm drop of his pre-cum drip onto your hand from his flushed tip, slowly making him slicker, easing your motions.

One of his hands cupped your face, using a finger to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. As you looked at him, you noticed his half-lidded eyes, hazy with passion, and the soft, lovestruck expression he wore. He gave you a tiny smile before shutting his eyes tight and gritting his teeth when your hand started pumping him in a slow, steady rhythm.

The scent of his arousal filled the air, intoxicating, making the heat between your own legs build as well, your underwear becoming noticeably damp. But this moment wasn’t about you—it was about caring for and protecting your husband from his fear of thunderstorms.

With that in mind, you glanced beneath the covers, watching your hand maintain its steady pace. Tails let out soft, breathy whimpers as the tension in his body built, the warmth pooling deep in his stomach, his mind dizzy with pleasure.

You could tell he was getting closer from the slight trembling of his legs as he tried to endure the sensation of your soft palm stroking his length. The sheets beneath him rustled as his body shifted, caught in the throes of pleasure, just moments away from release.

Your eyes focused on his face when his shaft twitched, signaling his impending climax.

Finally, letting out a quiet, high-pitched whimper, he surrendered to the pleasure. His hot seed spilled from his flushed tip, coating your hand, his lower stomach, and slightly staining both the sheet below and the blanket above. But you didn’t even care about the thought of having to wash everything in the morning—all you could think about was how you had successfully distracted him from the crashing thunder outside.

Your hand gradually loosened its grip around his sensitive length, ensuring he had fully released everything, making sure he was satisfied.

Tails caught his breath, eyes still closed, his breathing heavy. Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open, gazing at you with a look full of love and gratitude.

"Thank you... I feel so much better now..." He smiled tiredly.

Leaning in, you pressed a soft peck to his lips. "You’re welcome."

The fox’s eyes flickered to the window, realizing the storm had already passed. Caught in the pleasure only you could give him, he hadn’t even noticed when the relentless thunder had softened into a gentle, calming rain.

"Look at that... The storm’s gone..." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer. "Maybe I should ask for your help during the next storms too..." He gave a small, relieved smile.

"Asking for my help, huh? Well, that does sound like an interesting idea, I have to admit." Your eyes glinted mischievously as you gazed at him.

Tails’ eyes widened, his face immediately flushing red. "I-I didn’t mean... I mean, I—" He averted his gaze, embarrassed.

Your hand rested against the sweat-dampened fur of his cheek. "It’s okay, love. I’d help you as many times as you needed."

And you knew with all your strength that you would do everything to ensure that your love, your husband, was always happy and content with you.

#tails x reader #miles tails prower x reader

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hotdamnhunnam · 8 months ago

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Hiiiii bb!

I’m coming to pick your brain about Charlie’s kisses, and if you have any favorites from all his roles?

He’s so fucking romantic, and handsy, and sweeps you off your feet. Like every prince charming 👀 rolled into one.

One of my favorites is this one:

The slight head tilt to the left, the thoughtful blink and tilt to the right, THE EYE CONTACT— after he has decided to kiss her?????? FUCKING FUCK

Weaving his hands into her hair and holding her face 🚨🚨🚨

His thumb stretching up to hold MORE of her face 😭🪦

And he dips his head down to capture her lips, then tilts his head back up😭😭😭😭😭😭

So… what are your fave Charlie kisses? Are there any that you’ve watched on repeat and analyzed up the wahoo like I have? 😂

OMFG YES GURRRLLL!!! 💯

Charlie kissing is a WHOLE DAMN KINK and never fails to rock my fucking world 🫠

Do I have faves?!??! For starters THIS ONE with big thanks to you for the gif babes 😘 — the way he’s seriously swallowing her face??! Sucking the soul out of her mouth as his thumb sweeps over her cheek?? The angling of his head messing his hair up as he crushes her deeper into the bed and then the passionately pressing way he mushes his lips into hers make me so fucking weak?!?!??!?! Never mind that we all know from how many times we’ve shamelessly studied this scene, that his left hand eventually lowers to cup her jaw/throat/neck and practically choke her which renders me a goddamn wreck like it’s obscene 💀🪦

I’m also honestly obsessed with all of his love scenes in The Ledge because Gavin is such an underrated gem!! 🥹💎 I tried to find good gifs and this is one of my faves of them. There’s such a tenderness in Gavin’s lovemaking that’s just all kinds of soft and sweet, and such a contrast to the kiss above which focused more on primal heat — the love behind the kiss below was pure and heartfelt and the fact that Charlie pulls off both so flawlessly is a fucking god-tier feat. The way his lower lip curls in after the first kiss as he dips down for the next one??!? And the slow sensuous brush of his hair swept across her forehead has me undone ughhh he is simply perfection 😩

This kiss from Papillon deserves an honorable mention as well — because fucking hell — can you even imagine feeling his upper lip doing that downright unholy thing to your nose as his tongue darts across your parted lips for just one breath, before he dives in to devour you to death?!! 👅🫦 And note the placement of his thumb too. Charlie’s hands are always on you.

Lastly I think for me these kisses have to be his best of all — his kisses in Deadfall.

I could go on and on and on about what an entire goddamn kink this is. Who does this life-ruining motherfucker even think he is??!?!!!?!!

The way he looks at her — through lashes lowered in the passion of the moment as if nothing else in all the world has ever fucking mattered — makes me shatter — the way his mouth moves is the sum of all the seven deadly sins — the way he breathes her so heavily in — THAT THING HIS THUMB IS DOING TO HER BOTTOM LIP IN THE LAST ONE is so damn devilishly hot that it has sent me to the deepest ring of hell and then rendered it heaven.

Thank you for the lovely ask bb and I hope that this answers your question!! 😋💖

#charlie hunnam #jax teller #sons of anarchy #soa #gavin nichols #the ledge #henri charrière #papillon #jay mills #deadfall

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lightdancingwords · 3 months ago

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Second Chances: Forever - Part Thirteen of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: A chance meeting in the grocery store brought a whirlwind of change to Beau Arlen’s life—change he had no issues with whatsoever. A second chance at life, love, family—a second chance at forever. Word Count: 4,942 Tags/Warnings: So much fluff! A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

🚨NOTE:🚨 Sorry for the late posting! I may be changing the posting schedule due to life being wildly stressful and I have a massive deadline I really, really want to meet come late May! I'll let you know if/when that happens. Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter Thirteen: Where Love Rests

The bedroom was quiet and warm, the soft rain from earlier still tapping lightly against the windows. Pajamas had been pulled on, lights turned low, and the day—heavy as it had been—was finally behind them.

Y/N slid beneath the covers, exhaling slowly as she settled into the mattress. She glanced over her shoulder and found Beau still standing by the dresser, half-lost in thought, his fingers absently brushing over the edge of a framed photo of Eliza and Caleb sitting together in the yard.

He looked over at her and smiled, but there was still something behind his eyes.

“C’mon,” she said softly, reaching a hand out toward him.

Beau didn’t hesitate. He turned off the last light, then crossed the room and climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around her the second he lay down.

She curled into his chest, her head tucked beneath his chin, their bodies moving instinctively into that familiar rhythm of closeness they never really had to think about.

Neither of them spoke for a long moment. The room was filled only with the sound of their breathing, slow and steady, like they were anchoring each other.

Then Beau whispered, “Thank you.”

Y/N blinked. “For what?”

“For loving her,” he murmured, “before I even knew I needed to.”

Y/N lifted her head, cupping his cheek in her palm. “You would’ve gotten there. You just needed the chance.”

Beau turned his face into her hand and kissed her wrist. “You gave me that. Her too.”

Y/N brushed her thumb over the beard along his jaw. “We gave each other that. You saved me just as much.”

He didn’t argue. He just pulled her closer, resting a hand over her stomach with a care that made her breath catch, even though there wasn’t much to feel yet. Not from the outside. But the connection—they both felt that.

“We’re really doin’ it,” he said quietly. “All of it. This family. This life.”

Y/N nodded, her voice full. “We really are.”

Beau looked at her then, his expression open and raw. “You ever think we’d end up here?”

She smiled and leaned in, brushing her lips against his. “Not like this. But I hoped.”

He kissed her again, slow and sure, like there was nowhere else he’d ever want to be.

When he pulled back, he kept her close, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re my heart, Y/N. You, those babies… you’re everything.”

“I know,” she whispered. “You’re mine too.”

They drifted off that way, wrapped around each other, hearts full.

Not because the world was perfect.

But because their love was real, strong, and made of something that would last.

No matter what came next.

The airport wasn’t large—just a single terminal with wide windows, scuffed linoleum floors, and the occasional squeal of a suitcase wheel across tile. But to Eliza, it was magical.

She stood between Beau and Y/N, her tiny hand tucked in her father’s grip, bouncing in place like she was made of nothing but springs and anticipation.

“Is she here yet?” Eliza asked for the fifth time in two minutes, craning her neck toward the glass doors that led to baggage claim.

“Not yet, baby,” Y/N said gently, shifting Caleb’s weight on her hip. He was chewing on two fingers and watching everything with wide green eyes, content to be along for the ride.

Beau looked down at Eliza, his lips twitching. “You’re gonna wear a groove in the floor if you keep hoppin’ like that.”

“I can’t help it,” Eliza said, half-whining, half-giggling. “She’s my big sissy now and I haven’t seen her in forever.”

Y/N chuckled and reached out to smooth Eliza’s flyaway curls. “She’ll be through those doors any minute.”

As if summoned, the sliding doors swished open—and there she was.

Emily.

Her dark hair was pulled back in a travel ponytail, her bag slung over her shoulder, eyes sweeping the terminal until they landed on them—her family.

“EMILY!” Eliza shouted, her squeal echoing in the terminal.

She let go of Beau’s hand and ran across the space as fast as her little legs could carry her, arms outstretched.

Emily dropped her bag on instinct and caught her mid-leap, lifting her effortlessly into a hug.

“There’s my little wolf!” she laughed, holding her tight. “I missed you!”

Eliza beamed. “I missed you more! You’re really here!”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Emily said, squeezing her before setting her down gently. “Look at you. Practically grown.”

Eliza beamed. “And you’re my real big sissy!”

Emily blinked, heart already full, and kissed her cheek. “Yes, I am, baby girl.”

“Hey, Dad,” she said, hugging him tight. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Thanks for dropping everything to come,” Beau replied, voice thick with emotion. “Means everything.”

Y/N smiled and hugged her next, Caleb squirming between them. “He’s missed you too, you know.”

Emily kissed Caleb’s cheek and laughed when he tugged at her ponytail. “Hi again, buddy. You still got those grabby hands, huh?”

Beau took Caleb while Y/N grabbed the diaper bag, and Eliza slipped her hand into Emily’s like she had every right to claim her.

“I get to sit next to you in the car,” she announced. “Because I have so much to tell you.”

“Perfect,” Emily grinned down at her. “I cleared my whole day just to hear it.”

Beau stepped in, pulling Emily into a tight, one-armed hug once she’d passed Eliza back to Y/N. “Glad you’re here, Em.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it,” she said, squeezing him. “It means everything to be part of this.”

Y/N smiled, shifting Caleb and reaching out to squeeze Emily’s hand. “We’re so glad you came.”

Emily looked between them, then down at Eliza who was still bouncing in place with pure glee. “You all ready to make this official?”

Beau looked at his daughter, his son, and the woman holding them both. “More than ready.”

Eliza tugged at Emily’s coat. “Can I sit next to you in the car?”

“You better,” Emily said with a wink. “We’ve got several months' worth of talking to catch up on.”

And with that, their pack—whole and complete—headed toward the parking lot, the air filled with laughter, chattering, and the unmistakable energy of love that had only grown stronger with time.

The ride home from the airport was filled with nonstop chatter—most of it from Eliza, who kept her promise of sitting beside Emily and immediately launched into an enthusiastic play-by-play of everything that had happened since Emily’s last visit.

“…and then I got sick but Daddy carried me like a real wolf pup, and then Cay-bub sneezed applesauce, and Mama’s got a baby in her belly but we don’t know who it is yet, and I made Daddy pinky promise he wouldn’t go to work when I needed extra snuggles!”

Emily listened with rapt attention, smiling the whole way, nodding at all the right moments. Every now and then she’d glance over at Beau in the driver’s seat or Y/N in the passenger seat with that quiet, brimming kind of happiness that didn’t need to be said out loud.

The second they pulled into the driveway, Eliza threw off her seatbelt (with Y/N’s help) and grabbed Emily’s hand again. “Come see! I have to take you to my room first!”

“Lead the way, little wolf,” Emily laughed, barely getting a hand on her suitcase before being whisked through the front door.

Y/N looked back at Beau as they stepped inside behind them. “She’s been talking about Emily all week.”

Beau smiled as he closed the door behind them. “I figured.”

Inside, Emily was given the full tour, complete with Eliza pulling open drawers to show her where she kept her special drawings and her most treasured art supplies. She insisted Emily sit on the bed and admire her favorite stuffed animals, which now included both the wolf and a new duck named Marshmallow.

Caleb toddled after them, babbling and chewing on a block, utterly content just to be near everyone.

Eventually, Emily was shown to the guest room—her suitcase finally dropped at the foot of the bed. She exhaled softly as she looked around, letting the stillness of the home settle over her like a warm blanket.

Beau peeked in the doorway. “You good?”

Emily nodded, smiling. “I’m more than good.”

He stepped in, leaned against the doorframe. “Thanks for bein’ here, Em. I know it was short notice.”

She looked at him with clear, honest eyes. “She’s my sister, Dad. This is home. You couldn’t have kept me away.”

He didn’t say anything, just stepped forward and hugged her, pulling her close.

Down the hall, Eliza shouted, “Emily! You’re not done looking yet!”

Emily laughed against Beau’s shoulder. “Duty calls.”

Beau stepped back, grinning. “Better go before she assigns you to wolf cub duty.”

Y/N met him as Emily and Eliza disappeared down the hall again, her hand sliding into his.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked softly.

He nodded, brushing a kiss to her temple. “Feels like everything’s exactly where it should be.”

And in that little house, full of love and laughter and the chaos of life, their family settled in for the night. Together.

Tomorrow would come with all the ceremony and significance, but tonight was just for them—familiar, joyful, whole.

The evening quieted slowly, in that natural way a full house eventually does. Dinner had been simple—leftovers turned into something warm and satisfying—and afterward, Emily helped give Eliza and Caleb their baths, laughing through the splash fights and the chaos of bedtime stories.

Eliza, still riding a high of excitement, insisted on at least two stories before finally dozing off, curled around her wolf plush and her newly adopted duck, Marshmallow. Caleb didn’t last much longer, worn out from all the excitement, and drifted off in Y/N’s arms with a contented sigh.

By the time the house finally stilled, Y/N and Beau moved through their usual nighttime routine in easy rhythm. Pajamas. Brushed teeth. Lights dimmed. The only sound was the steady hum of the house settling, rain gently tapping against the windows again.

They climbed into bed, and Beau immediately reached for her beneath the covers, pulling Y/N close. His hand instinctively found its resting place over her stomach, even though she hadn’t begun to show much yet. He just liked the feel of it—reminding himself that their next little one was already growing.

Y/N settled into him with a quiet sigh. “Today was good.”

“Yeah,” Beau murmured. “Better than good.”

A few moments passed, nothing but the soft sound of their breaths in sync.

Then Y/N tilted her head slightly, her voice low. “I’ve been thinking.”

“That usually means I’m about to agree to something I didn’t see coming,” Beau teased gently.

She chuckled and nudged his side. “I’m serious. With Emily here, and the kids growing... the house is starting to feel smaller.”

Beau didn’t respond right away, but she could feel the way his hand shifted—his thumb brushing slowly across her side.

“You thinkin’ about movin’?” he asked softly.

“Not far,” she said quickly. “Still here. Still close. But maybe something a little bigger. Another bedroom. A bigger yard. More space to breathe.”

Beau hummed. “We’ve been outgrowing this place for a while.”

Y/N tilted her head up, meeting his gaze in the low light. “And Emily—”

“—might want to stay,” Beau finished for her.

Y/N nodded. “She loves it here. The kids adore her. And... she doesn’t feel like a visitor anymore.”

Beau’s heart tugged in that familiar way—the one that came whenever he thought about how far they'd come. “You wanna ask her?”

“I want to offer,” Y/N said. “Let her know we’re serious. That we’d love to have her here, finish school in Montana. Live with us. Be part of this—not just during visits, but every day.”

Beau leaned in and kissed her gently, brushing her hair back. “You always know the right way to say things.”

“I just love her,” Y/N whispered. “And I want her to know that.”

“She will,” Beau said, pulling her back against his chest, his voice steady and full of something soft. “We’ll look at houses. And we’ll talk to her. Whatever happens, we’ll make it work.”

“You think she’ll say yes?” Y/N murmured.

“I think,” Beau said, pressing a kiss to her temple, “she’s already home. We’re just giving her the invitation to stay.”

Wrapped in the soft stillness of the night, Beau held Y/N close, both of them already imagining what a future might look like—one with a little more space, a lot more laughter, and one more piece of their family finally falling into place.

Morning came early.

The house was alive with movement before the sun had even fully risen—quiet footsteps on hardwood, coffee brewing, the low hum of nerves buzzing just beneath the surface. Today was the day.

The adoption hearing.

It wasn’t that anything would change, not really. Eliza had been calling Beau Daddy for a long time. She knew him as no one else but that. But today... today, it would be made official in the eyes of the law. The papers would match what their hearts already knew.

Y/N stood in front of the bedroom mirror, smoothing the soft fabric of her dress. It was a deep forest green that hugged her frame gently, chosen carefully to allow for comfort in these early stages of pregnancy. Her makeup was simple, understated. But the glow on her face—it came from joy.

Beau stepped in behind her, adjusting the collar of his suit. Not his uniform, not today. A tailored dark jacket, clean lines, polished boots. A look that made Y/N pause and smile.

He met her gaze in the mirror. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

Y/N turned, slid her hands up his chest, and straightened his lapel. “More than ready.”

Down the hall, Emily was helping Eliza into a pale pink dress with fluttery sleeves. Eliza beamed at herself in the mirror, twirling just enough to make the skirt flare.

“Do I look like a real wolf princess?” she asked.

“The realest,” Emily said with a warm smile, smoothing her curls. “And the most important girl in court today.”

Eliza grinned, proud and just a little nervous. “Is the judge nice?”

“Very nice,” Emily said. “And he’s gonna love you.”

Caleb was in a tiny button-up shirt and soft little dress pants, chewing happily on the ear of his stuffed bear while Y/N tucked a small clip into his hair to hold back a rogue curl. He batted at her hand but didn’t fuss.

“You’re very handsome, little man,” she whispered, kissing the top of his head.

Beau stepped into the living room, fully dressed and holding his suit jacket in one hand. He took a moment to look around—Y/N slipping on her earrings, Emily helping Eliza with her shoes, Caleb babbling in his seat.

His whole family. His pack.

“Alright,” he said, voice low but full of pride. “Let’s go make this official.”

Y/N met him at the door, slipping her hand into his.

Emily helped Eliza with her coat, whispering something into her ear that made the little girl beam.

And as they all stepped out into the morning light—dressed, prepared, together—there was a sense of something larger humming in the air.

Not nerves.

Not fear.

Just certainty.

Today, the world would finally call Eliza what she already was:

Eliza Jo Arlen.

And nothing had ever felt more right.

The courthouse wasn’t grand—just a small brick building nestled near the center of town, its steps worn smooth from decades of foot traffic, its windows catching the soft morning sun.

But today, to Eliza, it might as well have been a castle.

She clutched Beau’s hand tightly as they climbed the steps together, her little fingers wrapped around his, pink dress fluttering slightly in the breeze. Y/N walked just behind them, carrying Caleb and exchanging a quiet smile with Emily, who had her phone tucked in her bag and her arm linked with Y/N’s for support.

Inside, the atmosphere was calm, hushed but warm. Rick Holloway had coordinated quietly with the court clerk, ensuring their slot on the docket was early and private—no need for an audience when a family was being made whole.

Rick Holloway, Beau’s lawyer, waited just outside the courtroom, flipping through the file with a smile.

“Morning, Sheriff,” he said with a respectful nod, then looked down at Eliza. “And you must be the star of the day.”

Eliza lifted her chin with the kind of quiet bravery she’d picked up from watching her father.

“I am,” she said firmly. “I’m Eliza Jo Arlen.”

Rick chuckled. “Nice to meet you.” To Beau, he continued. “We’re ahead of schedule, so they’ll call you in soon.”

Y/N smoothed a hand over Eliza’s curls and offered her a reassuring smile. “We’re right here, baby. Every step of the way.”

When the doors opened, the courtroom was smaller than expected, but bright and inviting. The judge, a kind-faced man with salt-and-pepper hair, greeted them with a smile.

“Sheriff Arlen,” he said. “Always good to see you under better circumstances.”

“Judge Lewis,” Beau replied with a nod. “Appreciate you seein’ us.”

Judge Lewis looked at the little girl standing bravely between her parents. “And this must be Eliza.”

Eliza gave a small nod, holding tightly to both Beau and Y/N’s hands.

“Would you like to sit with your family while we talk for a bit?” the judge asked kindly.

She nodded again and climbed up into the cushioned seat between them at the petitioner’s table.

Rick began the formal proceedings, laying out the petition to adopt Eliza Jo, the grounds, the history. But even the legal language couldn’t hide the warmth in his voice—or the emotion that thickened when he said her full name with intent.

Beau was asked to speak, and though his voice remained steady, his hand never left Eliza’s.

“She’s been mine since the moment she reached for me,” he said simply. “This just puts truth to paper. I love her with everything I’ve got. And I want her to know that I’ll be her father forever.”

Eliza turned and looked up at him. “Even when I’m old?”

Beau smiled through misting eyes. “Especially then.”

The courtroom was silent for a beat.

Then the judge, voice warm and a little thick himself, nodded. “Well, I can’t think of a better reason to sign an order.”

He reached for his pen and inked his name across the bottom of the document. “As of this day, Eliza Jo is hereby adopted into the Arlen family.”

There was no fanfare. No music. Just the scratch of a pen and the swell of something unspoken that filled every corner of the room.

Eliza blinked up at the judge. “So... it’s real now?”

“It’s as real as anything can be, little one,” he said, smiling. “You’ve got your daddy’s name, and your family’s love. Forever.”

Eliza turned back toward Beau and launched into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Daddy,” she whispered.

Beau held her so tight he thought his heart might split wide open.

Y/N’s hand rested gently on his back, her own eyes misty as she watched them.

Emily sat back with a teary smile, whispering to herself, Welcome home, little wolf.

And just like that, it was done. Not just in hearts or homes—but now, in the eyes of the world.

Eliza Jo Arlen.

Daughter. Sister.

Forever.

When they stepped out of the courthouse, the sky had opened into a crisp, sun-warmed morning. The rain from the night before had cleared the air, and the clouds were soft and far away now, giving them a wide, open blue sky as their backdrop.

Beau carried Eliza in his arms, her little hands clinging to his collar, her head tucked under his chin. She was quiet—but it wasn’t the heavy kind. It was the full kind. The kind of quiet that settled in after something big and beautiful.

Y/N held Caleb, who kicked happily against her hip, waving his arms like he knew something special had just happened—even if he didn’t understand it yet. Emily walked beside her, her phone already in hand, snapping a photo of Beau with Eliza as they paused on the courthouse steps.

“I need that one printed,” Y/N said softly, smiling.

“You’ll get five,” Emily replied. “Framed.”

Rick Holloway gave them all a final nod and clapped Beau on the shoulder. “Congratulations, Sheriff. It was an honor to help.”

“Thank you, Rick,” Beau said, shaking his hand. “Truly.”

Rick glanced toward Eliza and tipped his head. “You’ve got one strong girl there.”

Beau looked down at her, kissed the top of her head. “That I do.”

They made their way across the small lot and into the park that sat just across the street—a spot shaded with trees and soft grass, with a little bench under a wide oak. It was quiet this time of morning, just a few people walking dogs in the distance.

Beau set Eliza down, and she immediately ran to the grass and spun, her dress twirling around her knees.

“I’m Eliza Jo Arlen!” she shouted at the sky.

Y/N laughed, catching it on video without even trying. Emily clapped softly, pretending to cheer.

Caleb babbled, trying to join in, so Y/N knelt and let him toddle forward a few steps. He promptly dropped onto his bottom and squealed with joy.

Beau stood back for a moment, watching his family—their family—spread across the green lawn, their joy as natural and quiet as the breeze through the leaves.

Emily slipped beside him and nudged his arm. “You alright?”

He nodded slowly. “I didn’t expect it to feel so different.”

Emily tilted her head. “But it does?”

He looked over at her. “It’s always been true. But now it’s... it’s real in a way I can’t undo. She’s mine. We’re hers.”

Emily smiled, full and proud. “She’s so lucky.”

Beau’s gaze drifted back to Eliza, who now had her arms stretched out toward the sky like she could fly. “No. We are.”

They spent the next hour at the park—nothing formal, no decorations or fanfare. Just juice boxes for Eliza and Caleb, coffee for the adults, and a small paper bag of cookies Emily had picked up from the bakery before the flight.

Y/N fed Caleb little bites of oatmeal raisin while Eliza shared half her chocolate chip with Beau.

And when Eliza climbed into his lap on the park bench, curling into his chest with a happy sigh and whispering, “I love you, Daddy,” Beau didn’t even try to fight the way his throat tightened.

Because this wasn’t just a good day.

It was the day.

And from here on out, their story had one more name, written right where it belonged.

The house was still again.

Emily had helped wrangle Eliza and Caleb through the tail end of dinner and the giddy exhaustion that followed their big morning. Bedtime had come easier than expected—Eliza too full of love and newness to protest when Y/N brushed her hair and whispered, “You’re officially ours now, baby.”

Eliza had just smiled, hugged her tighter, and whispered back, “I already knew that.”

Now, long after the children were tucked in and Emily had retreated to her room, Beau and Y/N lay curled together in their own bed. No TV. No music. Just the soft hush of evening and the occasional rustle of leaves outside the open window.

Beau’s hand rested on Y/N’s belly, his thumb stroking slow, thoughtful circles across the curve that was only just beginning to take shape. There was no movement yet—no kick, no flutter—but that didn’t stop him from reaching for the child growing inside her like it was already here.

Y/N’s head rested on his chest, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath her ear.

“She was radiant today,” she murmured.

Beau’s chest rose with a quiet breath. “Yeah. Never seen her stand so tall.”

Y/N looked up at him, brushing a finger along his jawline, across the soft hairs of his trimmed beard. “You were too.”

Beau met her gaze, his eyes soft, still carrying the weight of the day. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way she looked at me when the judge signed the papers. Like she knew. Like it finally made sense.”

“She already knew,” Y/N whispered. “But now the world does too.”

They were quiet for a moment, letting that truth settle between them.

Beau’s voice was rough when he finally spoke. “When I first met you, I had no idea it would lead to this.”

Y/N smiled gently. “Neither did I. But I’m so glad it did.”

He leaned down and kissed her—slow, reverent, a little tired from the weight of emotion still lingering, but full of love so steady it hummed between them.

When they broke apart, she tucked herself closer, and he pulled the blankets over them both.

“Do you think she’ll remember this day when she’s older?” he asked quietly.

Y/N thought for a moment. “She might remember the dress. Or the cookies. Maybe the way Emily spun her around outside.”

Beau smiled.

“But mostly?” Y/N continued, “She’ll remember how she felt. Safe. Loved. Yours. That part doesn’t fade.”

Beau kissed the top of her head. “Good. Because that’s what she’ll always be.”

They drifted together into the soft hush of sleep, their arms twined, hearts full, their family whole.

Forever.

Sunlight streamed in through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the farmhouse table and bouncing off the scattered plates, napkins, and the ever-present sippy cups.

Breakfast was already in full swing.

Eliza sat in her booster seat, proudly stacking cut-up pieces of pancake into a “very important mountain,” her wolf plush perched beside her like a dignified spectator. Syrup dotted the corners of her mouth, and her curls were already in wild disarray despite Y/N’s early attempt to tame them.

Across from her, Caleb patted both hands on his tray and let out a delighted screech, smearing banana across the surface like a tiny culinary artist in action.

Y/N leaned over from her spot beside him, gently wiping his sticky hands. “You’re a menace,” she whispered with a fond smile, then kissed his cheek as he giggled.

Emily sat beside Eliza, coffee in hand, wearing pajama pants and a sweatshirt from a Montana university she’d half-jokingly mentioned applying to last night. She was laughing at something Eliza said about “pancake architecture” and occasionally slipping her little sister bites from her own plate.

Beau stood at the stove, flipping the last round of pancakes with practiced ease. He wore a T-shirt and sweatpants, his hair still a little tousled, but his expression was easy and thoughtful as he glanced around the table.

This.

This was the kind of morning he wished he could bottle.

He set the plate of golden pancakes in the center of the table, then grabbed his own mug of coffee before sliding into his seat beside Y/N. She leaned into him slightly, warm and comfortable, and he let the quiet settle before he spoke.

“Been thinkin’,” he said, keeping his tone casual.

Eliza, of course, perked right up. “Is it about pancakes again? Because I have a lot of ideas.”

Beau chuckled. “Not this time, little wolf.”

He glanced at Y/N, who gave him a small, knowing smile, then turned to Emily, who looked up over the rim of her mug.

“So, the house is feelin’... a little smaller these days,” Beau continued slowly. “And I figured with another little one on the way, maybe it’s time to look at somethin’ a bit bigger. More space. Another bedroom or two. Maybe even a yard that doesn’t flood every spring.”

Y/N added, “Someplace where the kids can have a playroom, and Emily doesn’t have to sleep in the guest room with the drafty window every time she visits.”

Emily raised an eyebrow. “Is this your roundabout way of asking me to stay longer?”

Beau smiled, but his tone was warm and sincere. “It’s our way of saying you could stay. If you wanted to finish school here. Live with us. Be part of it every day, not just when you can spare a weekend.”

Eliza dropped her fork. “YES. Please. Emily can share my room until the new house! We can draw wolves on the walls!”

Emily looked between them all—Eliza’s beaming face, Y/N’s steady, loving gaze, and Beau, hopeful but unpressing.

Her voice was softer now. “You’re serious?”

Beau nodded. “We are. No pressure. But the door’s open. And if we’re moving... we’d want you to be part of that too. If you want to be.”

Emily was quiet for a moment, glancing around the table at the family that had slowly and fully become hers.

Then she smiled. “I might want to be.”

Eliza let out a celebratory whoop and launched herself at her big sister, syrup-covered hands and all.

Beau laughed as Emily squawked and tried to dodge the mess. Y/N leaned into him and whispered, “We’ll take that as a yes.”

Beau nodded, his heart full again.

He hadn’t just adopted Eliza.

They’d opened their arms to everything that came with family.

And in doing so, found that there was always room for more.

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Sweat seemed to find permanent residency on your skin, the ring around your neck was already evidence enough of that. Every second that you felt the uncomfortable ache, it seemed to cut open the scars along your chest again. People who needed to know, knew. People who didn't, didn't. Price and the medical team knew, but that was the extent. You figured the information was on a more need-to-know basis, and as such, only the aforementioned individuals and an otherwise small list knew.

This list didn't include your 189cm, Scottish lover-boy. Whether out of fear of rejection, or attempt of denial by ignoring, you still hadn't gotten around to it. He'd yet to do anything that would make you think he wouldn't be alright with it, but it was still a risky step you weren't eager to take. You'd found yourself awoken in a disgruntled haze, hair coated in drool and some in your mouth as you blinked awake. A familiar coil of discomfort had knotted itself in your gut. With no heating pad, you'd simply dragged yourself off your cot and to the kitchen after a quick stop in the latrine, which had turned up a few painkillers that seemed to be taking their sweet time. You'd had painful cramps before, sure. But usually you had taken proper care to count and keep track of when to expect them, and as such, you were loaded up on preemptive painkillers.

You hadn't found yourself as prepared or lucky this time. This month you'd simply lost track considering that you'd been on a mission for around two weeks at the point and the focus had been more on whether you'd be alive in any given moment rather than when you'd start bleeding. Well, you reap what you sow. And now here you were, fighting your urge to double over and lay curled up on the floor till you passed out. At least the floor would probably be colder than the heat that felt as if it was stuck to your skin like a damp shirt. That was fair, your shirt was pretty soaked in sweat at the moment.

Coffee cup after coffee cup seemed the easier answer than laying back down at the mercy of your already wide-awake mind. You couldn't wager a guess on how long you'd stood there waiting, time seemed to slip away from you. The small clock on the wall made a dull chorus of clicks as the second hand flicked by, and the 24 hour digital clock nearby clicked in chorus at every minute. Despite this, your attention did not drift to them, or the whirr of the overachieving air conditioner above, which did nothing to lessen your sweat. Instead, your attention seemed more than eager to slip away to your white-knuckled grip on the rim of the sink, a dish towel at each palm with cold water providing some relief. His hands were on your hips before you'd even realized he was actually behind you.

His breath was warm in your unwashed hair, and his calloused fingers had already begun to dig into the fabric of your shirt. Your forehead was against the cool wood of the cabinet, and it took everything in your power to try not to focus on what you assumed might've been very early morning wood. Or genuinely just something in his pocket.

"Couldn't sleep?" His remark was sarcastic, the answer already evident as your trembling fingers worked grime off the rim of a mug. You shuddered in response, his breath warm on your neck as gooseflesh covered your body. A t-shirt and plaid pajama pants were evidently not enough to keep the cold away or hold it at bay and since it was easier to find a practically permanent spot in the barracks than getting an apartment, you found yourself cutting your loses.

"Army of coffee cups around here not tipping you off?" Your comment seemed snark-ier than you had intended, but your hand on his and a gentle squeeze seemed to be enough of an apology. Dark bags were under your eyes, fatigue and exhaustion was evident on your face as you turned to look at him over your shoulder. His shirt was faded, stains from coffee and cigarette butts formed their own patterns across the barely recognizable band logo it had once shown. Either he'd slept in his shoes and jeans or he'd decided to put them on after noticing you'd gotten up in the night.

"Collective break room. Cups were just as likely to be yours as they were to be Simons." He yawned as he leaned further against you. His footing wasn't lost but it seemed slightly comical in the moment how lazy he was trying to be. Too tired to stand up straight but enough energy to not only realize you'd woken up, but also notice you were acting odd and try to get to the bottom of it. His voice was rough, evidently still half asleep as he continued. "All I'm askin' is, what's eatin' yuh?"

You huffed softly and shuffled where you stood. You mumbled incoherently as John patted your hip, his fingers rubbed the fabric for a moment longer. He traced the indent of your hip bone against your pants before leaning down to hold his face against your neck. He spoke quietly, his voice muffled as he made a comment about you needing to eat more. You neglected to answer, scoffing and rolling your eyes as you instead pushed his hands from your hips to hold your waist instead. You heard his soft grunt of amusement before it faded to a yawn again.

He kissed along your neck for a moment as he took the mug and carelessly tossed it into the sink. A few moments more and he'd planted his feet before hoisting you up onto the counter. You'd never been particularly short, but sitting on the counter was what it took for you to be eye level with John. You could see his eyes were matched by yours with similar rings of dark circles. His lacked the bloodshot lines that creeped at the corners of yours but regardless, it was still evident that he was tired.

His lips found your neck and he bit your skin gently, leaving a small red mark that bloomed on your skin as he patted your thighs with his warm palms. His eyes searched yours for any cues he was missing, something he was supposed to be getting but wasn't, though you knew if you did decide to try and make him guess that it would be hours before he'd even be on the correct ballpark of correct answers. Easier just to throw him a bone. Something vague that would get him to back off for a bit. The back of your head touched a cabinet as you leaned back. You swiped your hand across your mouth to remove any excess coffee before shrugging.

"Just not- I'm not feeling all that great." Your brows were knit in a small scowl as you wrung your hands together. Your palms were sweaty, a sigh on your lips as his hands squeezed your waist again. His hands were warm. You could feel it through your shirt as he gently kneaded some of the skin. He didn't even seem to realize he was doing it, working more off of what felt good rather than thinking through his moves.

He attempted a light-hearted scoff as he scrutinized your excuse. Though you were unamused regardless and shoved at his shoulder, a sneer tugging at your lips. Though he quickly kissed you on the mouth, the sneer leaving your face as his lips met yours. You wagered he used more force than he meant to, as your neck was being forced to an odd angle with the back of your head against the cabinet.

"'ve seen yuh get shot, stabbed, punched, pinned. Seen all that shite. And I know yuh don't go all mopey or secretive about it. Talk to me, gaol. What's actually got yuh wide awake?" Damn, he was earnest as hell. You avoided his practically pleasing gaze as he implored you to share whatever your burden was, whatever ailed you in the moment. Whatever it was, he wanted to share it or at least try and get you to open up. You swallowed hard and you couldn't be sure if you would actually articulate anything if you opened your mouth. You weren't sure whether you wanted to or not either.

One of his hands left your hips and ran through your hair and you leaned into the touch as you begrudgingly met his gaze. Cold sweat sat in your tresses and you wondered how he could stand to touch your slicked locks.

"I'm not pulling your leg, Johnny. I'm not feeling all too hot right now. That's all." Your insistence came out as almost wishy-washy. A whiny complaint as you sat on the counter and stared at him through weary eyes. Your statement earned you unforseen side effects in the form of a cheeky grin as he kissed your cheek and spoke in a teasing tone.

"Yer definitely lookin' hot if it's any consolation."

Oh. Oh. It had little to no intention of telling him that regardless of how "hot" you looked right now, you felt like a ketchup bottle of blood and no amount of flattery would really help that.

You only seemed to register his further attempts at testing the waters when one of his hands found the hem of your shirt. He maintained eye contact as he began to tug your shirt up slightly, exposing the lower muscles of your abdomen. He seemed to be waiting more for your consent and permission, trying to see how up for action you were at the moment. He was met with you grabbing his wrist as you practically snapped:

"Wait." From you as you stared him down, wide-eyed with an air of panic streaked on you.

It wasn't as though you'd never gotten intimate before, but being intimate with him specifically would be new. You'd had a few partners in highschool but none who were important enough to mention. They'd also only known you from before your first surgery. When you'd been grabbing onto anything in an attempt to try and force yourself into the idea that if you could play the part of a highschool girl, then maybe you'd find some kind of satisfaction in that life. You didn't enjoy that part of your past, and as such you hadn't disclosed it to your peers.

You'd been too cautious to let John know about your surgery yet, too worried that he'd treat or think of you differently. As such, you'd usually turn the topic to him. With intimate times usually culminating in you practicing your blow or hand job skills or simply just denying intimacy altogether on some occasions. You always remained fully dressed, with your most casual being a tank top and shorts. You let him touch freely over your top, and he usually ended up holding the back of your head but that was the extent. You tried to focus intimacy back to him, focusing on making him feel good.

He'd always done his best to be understanding while still expressing concern for you. Nights of one-sided intimacy ended with him asking in earnest if there was something he could do for you. Stating he "didn't want to leave you with blue balls". You'd always shrugged it off and insisted you were alright, to which he'd find some way to repay you sooner or later. He'd grab a copy of a book he knew you wanted, try and cook you something in the barrack's kitchen or simply get you flowers when he saw them.

He'd done nothing that would make you think he wouldn't be accepting, and yet you still found your stomach in knots and your heart pounding away in your chest as his fingers cautiously rested on your shirt. His eyes searched yours and despite your unsure inner turmoil, you still found that you couldn't find it in yourself to ask him to stop. You wanted him to know. You wanted to stop feeling guilty. To stop feeling like it was some kind of shameful secret that you had to hide from him.

Your throat seemed suddenly and uncomfortably dry. A few swallows did nothing to quell the dry spot that seemed less than eager to leave. John removed his hand from your shirt, letting one stay on your hip and bringing the other up open palmed by his head as if in surrender.

"Not looking to tic you off, 'pologies." It was clear that there was guilt in his tone as he gently squeezed your hip again. His face gained a slight blush of embarrassment at having driven that strong of a reaction from you. Christ, had he pissed you off? Had he made things worse? Here you were simply trying to deal with whatever was makin' you get up in the middle of the night and he came along and pissed you off. Great going genius. Dumbass.

His internal monologue was practically written across his face as his gaze went from the coffee mugs, to the cabinets, the ceiling and really anything that wasn't your face. In return, you found your own embarrassment creeping on your face. He'd been trying to do something for you, to be nice and you'd snapped. You'd snapped at him for something that you had planned on doing yourself. Damnit. Alright, off with the band-aid.

"I didn't mean to yell, you just- you just startled me. That's all." It was time for your own gaze to be best friends with the floor as you continued speaking. "I'd just like to ask a selfish promise of you first. Is that okay?"

"Oddly serious."

"John."

"Sorry. Alright, ask away."

How do you phrase this? You'd never really had to think of it before, you'd naively assumed that you could cruise through the relationship without the topic ever coming up.

"Just promise that you won't get mad at me."

He paused for a moment, his eyebrow cocked up in an arch as he gnawed the inside of his cheek.

"Sounds like it's gonna depend on what yer about to spring on me."

You seemed ready to insist and he quickly amended his statement, a kiss on your forehead before he spoke.

"Yes, sorry. I promise I won't be mad at you."

You paused before nodding in acknowledgement and guiding his free hand back to your shirt hem. His fingers ran along the cloth for a few moments more before eventually tugging the cloth up again. His other hand joined the first in the ordeal of lifting up your shirt and before long, he was holding the balled up shirt in one hand haphazardly. Your thin scars sat pale and discolored against the rest of your skin and you saw his eyes trace over your body a few times before meeting your gaze again. There, you'd done it. Your cheeks burned what you could only assume was a vibrant scarlet as you waited for some statement of acknowledgement or a scoff. Maybe a huff before he broke down your self esteem.

Though you were eventually met with a sympathetic look as his set your shirt to the side and resumed holding your hips.

"That all?"

Was that all?

You'd shown the man what had been your secret. What kept you awake on some nights just wondering in a cold sweat about how he'd react, if he'd insult you, demean you. Break up with you on the spot, spread the word among your peers. Leave you getting stared at when you walked into a room. But what you'd earned instead was a "That all?"

"The fuck do you mean, 'that all?'" You weren't livid, you weren't annoyed, honestly you couldn't place what you were. Had you wanted some big reaction out of him? Had you wanted a big emotional confrontation? Well, no, but what you'd wanted at least something. Not a reaction that made it seem like you were being dismissed.

You opened your mouth to speak again and instead found him cutting you off with an abrupt kiss that bumped your head against the cabinet again from the force he'd used. He held the kiss for longer than you found normal and just as you were about to try and tap on his shoulder as a reminder that you needed to break for air, he pulled away and laughed quietly to himself as his hands rested on his own hips.

"Laddie, you had me worried yuh were about to reveal some kind of second head or fused twin in some Total Recall type of shite. Maybe a really corny tattoo that I would laugh at 'und not be able to take yuh seriously because of. But this? I don't get how yuh think I'd be mad about it. 'Could spend hours jus' starin' at you if yuh'd let me. What I'm getting at here, is that yer quite possibly the most gorgeous guy I've had the fortune of layin' eyes on. Scars or not." Near the end of his accented monologue, he gently began cupping the your face before kissing your forehead again.

Your mind seemed to have paused, processing everything slowly. Maybe you were just hormonal. Maybe you just had pent up aggression from something else, but you found self loathing begin to rush over you in droves as you thought about the aforementioned nights laying in puddles of your cold sweat as you worried and terrified yourself with an endless sleep of scenarios and what-ifs that scared you into not telling him for so long. And yet here he was. He seemed to be barely thrown-off his paces.

You found tears lining your vision, frustration at yourself as well as some swell of relief had planted seed in your heart as you leaned forward to cry into his shoulder. He looked fairly surprised or at least unexpecting of that reaction, though he quickly found his role again. One hand moved to be buried in your hair and gently massaging your scalp as the other found your back and gently patted it between your gasping inhales.

One of the few things that kept you from wailing into the material of his shirt, was the knowledge that you weren't trying to awake or draw the attention of any late night walkers nearby. Instead, you did your best for emotional release via choked sobs and your quivering breaths. You grabbed a handful of his shirt with one hand and your other wrapped under his arm to hold tightly to his back as you gave another shaky inhale and left the impression of your tears and spit in darkened patches across his shirt.

"Gotta throw this into the dryer before I call it in for the night, yeah?" He chuckled quietly into your hair as he gave you a squeeze. He was warm against you, and you found your lungs gradually being able to work actual proper breaths into your chest. Your crying hadn't lasted all that long, but your process of calming down and simply laying against him lasted far longer. He planted another kiss on your head before gently holding your jaw in his warm hands. He swiped his thumbs across your face to wipe away your stray tears.

He held your gaze for a few moments longer before speaking. His voice was quiet, his eyes searching yours as he attempted to check if you were alright or not yet in an unspoken question. You gave one final quivering exhale as you collected your thoughts and what dignity you had left.

A few moments more and you had calmed down fully and you'd hopped off the counter. He held your hand in a firm but gentle grip and it seemed like he had something more to say, but you cut off him. Figuring that you owed him an explanation for his initial question.

"I'm cramping. That's why I'm down here. Couldn't sleep."

It seemed clear that he wasn't sure what you were speaking of initially. His mind most likely moving through any of the training or sparring sessions where he might've hit you harder than necessary or when you could've possibly sprained it. Though a few moments more and a few embarrassed hand gestures from you, he seemed to get the gist. Your cheeks gained the splash of bright red again as you saw him begin trying to think through how to help.

"Pain killers?"

"A couple in my system right now. Not helping."

"..heatin' pad?"

"Couldn't find one."

He paused in his suggestions and it was clear he had something working in his mind as he stared at you for a moment longer before giving his next idea.

"You uh- you try an orgasm yet?"

You quickly threw a swing and slugged him in the shoulder as you scrunched your eyes to a glare. You called him a pervert and you saw him smile subtly as he feigned pain from your punching. He rubbed his arm and gave a quick hiss through his teeth as he continued pretending your attack had hurt him, complaining half-heartedly that you would leave a bruise. Regardless, he let you continue to punch him a few more times, though the smile and crinkle of the corners of his eyes made it clear he was anything but upset.

"Lay off, lay off." He chuckled for a moment as he took your hands in his before moving them to your side, though you quickly crossed your arms as you shot him a half-hearted glare.

"Look, all I'm sayin', luv is that I was with a girl a good number of years back. Anytime it was shark week she'd ask for some time together and I, being the astute gentleman that I am, would say yes. She was claimin' it made her feel better for a littl' while. I ain't sayin' there's some great biological flare to it, but at the very least, it took her mind off it for a while if there ain't any other explanation." He cast you a subtle smile before planting another kiss on the side of your neck, taking care to bite the skin and leave a red blemish.

Your brows furrowed as you scrunched up your face in a mild show of scrutinization. You were sure his story had some merit to it in terms of the source material but in terms of whether or not it actually meant anything? Whatever it was, he believed what he was saying even if you were suspicious of it. You found the warmth of his hands had been traveling up slowly but surely, with his hands now on your side instead of your hips. As he held your eye contact, the question was practically written on his face. His eyebrows were raised as he waited for your answer. One of his hands still squeezed your side but the other dropped slowly to rest on the curve of your groin through your pants. Damn it. What did you really have to lose?

"You know this is insanely unsanitary, yeah?"

Your protest was practically token at this point. You had little intention of actually backing down now but you still wanted to put all the cards on the table. Some kind of disclosure. Or at the very least one final chance for him to back out if he had his own doubts he'd been too polite to speak.

"Well aware." His tone was matter-of-factly in that his will or decision wouldn't be the one wavering. Though it was clear you were more than welcome to still change your mind if you wanted to. He'd slung your t-shirt along with his underneath you in leu of a towel or blanket considering he didn't want to risk waking anyone up on his way to the barracks. The hour was still late enough that no one else was awake. No one else should've been awake. The clock gave another scornful series of clicks and you watched his jaw already at work even as he stood with his hands on his hips staring at your closed knees.

"Are you chewing gum?"

"......maybe. That an issue?"

"Johnny, I don't want you somehow spitting gum in my- look when did you even get it?"

You watched as he quickly swallowed the piece without hesitation and shrugged as he glanced back to you. He began to speak with a tone that made it clear his comment was satirical. Or at the very least an attempt at self depreciation to try and make you more comfortable since you seemed less than whole-y in your element. He wasn't entirely stupid. He was sure if he was laying splayed out like a Christmas turkey on table, he wouldn't exactly be full of confidence. He spoke with his hands. That was something you'd begun to notice during your months of being together. And it seemed reflected now with how he spoke with vague gestures and a grin that now tugged at his lips, revealing the tops of his teeth and some hints of gums.

"Feel like there's a lot of unwarranted judgement coming my way about my breath care and gum habits. Specifically coming from someone who's asking me to eat them out or fuck their pussy till they see stars."

You cringed slightly from your spot on the table, you propped yourself up on your elbows as you stared at him from between your knees. You were sure he hadn't meant anything by it, and in all honesty you couldn't pin down why you disliked it either. But his use of "pussy" just made your stomach churn more than the cramps were already.

"Y'mind not calling it that?"

"Callin' it what? A pussy?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. I mean I can be gross and jus' call it a hole if yuh'd like. That sound insanely sexy? 'Laddie, please let me fuck your hole.'" He trailed off into a quiet laugh as he wiped his lips. It seemed clear that he was working through compromises in his mind. As much as he was joking, it seemed clear he was still trying to find a solution that pleased you. He ran his pointer finger and thumb over his top lip, rubbing what stubble had managed to grow out before he settled on one.

"Does 'cunt' work?"

You raised an eyebrow in response, seemingly more of a "convince me" rather than an absolute "no". You adjusted the shirts underneath your hips, your flannel pants were catching on the fabric and you found a short internal monologue crossing your mind as you began wondering why you hadn't already taken them off. You felt foolish. They were going to come off anyways, so why'd that have to be part of whatever attempt at being "sexy" he'd pull? Whatever. Your internal monologue was cut off by his voice soon after.

"Simple yes or no. If I were to say-" His voice started off at what you assumed was his attempt at "husky" but considering his accent, was more so borderline incomprehensible in the beginning. "There is nothing more that I'd like to do right now than grab your knees, snap your legs open and eat out your cunt like it was the last fuckin' meal on this whole damn planet-" He trailed off, his fingers had begun tracing along your hips again before eventually fondling the tassels of your pants as he undid them. When he was done, his fingers were hooked along the seam of your waist and and he was leaning his head against your partially parted legs, his cheek on your knee.

"What would yuh do then? Would that be doin' anythin' for yuh?" You feigned deep thought, rubbing your chin for a moment as you egged him on. You brought your other knee to the other side of his head and gently squeezed.

"I'd probably say I'd need a bit more convincing."

He brought a hand up to haphazardly grab at the thigh of the leg that he wasn't leaning against. He opened your legs slightly further and he enunciated his syllables further now with dropping his head and inch of two. "Alright well what 'bout this," He hummed in thought for a moment or two as he mulled over what to say.

"I could say somethin' along the lines of 'seein' you splayed out like this with a cunt that's practically begging for me to fuck, 'und a mouth that's beggin' me to kiss it. You've got eyes that make me want to get lost in 'em. You've got a voice like music." He seemed to laugh for a second before adding onto the monologue, almost in a purposely attempt to ruin whatever blissful or heartfelt tone. "You've got a cunt that I'd be more than happy to already be inside of by now."

This was met with a surprisingly sheepish grin from you as you used a hand to shove his face off your leg as you tuned away and attempted to keep some kind of cool or reserved exterior.

"Yeah sure. I guess that'd do something for me." With that confirmation of yours, he cast you a toothy grin again before making quick work of your pajamas pants. He had first bitten the hem and tugged them down a few inches, but after a look of confusion that you shot him, he quickly abandoned that idea and instead just used his hands like a normal person. He'd balled them up and tossed your pants aside without much thought. His lips soon found your abdomen and he began planting kisses all along your visible skin.

When he got to your chest, he cast you a glance. It seemed more like confirmation of permission as he held your gaze. You gaze a curt nod of acknowledgement, almost more akin to embarrassment before he exhaled warm breath onto your skin. You were met with a string of chaste kisses along one of your scars as he gently squeezed your sides. One of his knees was hiked up onto edge of the table as he leaned further forward, the kisses continuing to follow. The kisses turned to hickies as he began leaving red marks that bloomed across your skin, and you watched as he stared in some amount of odd satisfaction as the marks began to cover larger amounts of different patches of your skin.

He left another blooming red mark on the bottom of your jaw before capturing your lips in a kiss. One of his hands became tangled in your hair, grabbing almost a whole fistful as he held onto you with some depraved amount of desperation that you couldn't even be sure the origin of. After a while, he seemed to remember that it was a good idea to let you breath, and he broke the kiss. Staring down at you through hazy eyes as he huffed quietly. His huffing left every exhale as a puff of his breath straight to your face, and you counted yourself lucky that he'd had the forethought to chew the gum before hand.

He shot you a quick grin before quickly slipping off you and moving to stand at the edge of the table again. He wiped his hands on his pants though he hadn't dirtied them. He then let his fingers trail at the edges of the waistband of the boxers you had on. You grimaced slightly as he pulled at your boxers again before leaving you bare on the table. Your face burned a vibrant scarlet and you stared at one of the walls to your side, though you felt him tap your calf for your attention.

"Jus' give me the word and we'll stop. Yeah?"

You nodded shakily but kept your gaze on the wall only to hear him call for a verbal response.

"Not doin' anythin' till I hear it."

You nodded again as you responded, speaking almost under your breath in a seemingly annoyed fashion. "Understood."

"Lovely."

With that you felt him press his middle and pointer finger to the folds of your cunt. His thumb rested lazily on your clit as he dragged his fingers around for a few moments. His fingers slipped into your cunt with little resistance and he found that the blood worked surprisingly well considering he wasn't sure how aroused you were and how much of the slick was yours. You were warm. Felt slicker than he wagered you'd be after an orgasm as well. He then moved his fingers to the base of your cunt before giving one quick swipe upwards, dragging a smear of your blood up with him. You yelped, shot him a confused stare as he laid a hand open-palmed on your abdomen.

"That alright, luv?" He met your gaze for a moment as he rubbed his finger tips to his thumb, feeling your blood in a way that weirded you out. Though what drew a cry of disgust from your lips was when he swiped his fingers across his tongue, tasting your blood. You gagged for a moment and physically cringed as you began yelling about how gross he was. He shushed you quickly for a moment and was cut off by his own barky laugh.

"Again. I'm hearin' a lot of complaints from someone who's needin' somethin' from me. And if you keep yellin' like that, you're probably gonna catch some poor passerby-er's attention."

You begrudgingly gritted your teeth as you turned your gaze away from him and mumbled a half-hearted sigh of acquiescence. "Whatever."

You nodded though and returned to staring up at the ceiling above, an occasional glance at either of the two clocks as they clicked quietly. Your mind wandered for a moment as you attempted to try and keep your mind off of how exposed you felt. The cool air on your cunt only seemed to add to the sensation and you squirmed for a moment more before settling still again. What seemed to summon your attention again was his movement as he crouched down, his hands gripping the outside of your thighs. His face was between your legs and you met his gaze for a moment before you saw him lick a stripe along your folds.

You grunted, moving a hand to lay across your eyes as he dragged his tongue from bottom to top of your sex. You gritted your teeth again and found that your mind traveled to the fact of how unsanitary it all was. You thought of the mess of blood that must've been in his stubble at the moment and you found yourself suppressing a small gag. Despite this, you stayed quiet considering how good it felt. His tongue slipped into your cunt and you squeezed instinctively to which he grunted. A puff of his warm breath hit your cunt, and you heard him mumble softly. As such, you felt the vibrations hit your heart in a way that sparked a rumble in your throat.

Your cunt already ached from your cramps and you found that his tongue was driving you closer to an orgasm than you wagered you would've been otherwise or in regular circumstances. Every lick across your cunt left you fighting your urge to buck against his mouth for more friction, but you quickly found the he seemed to get the message. His hands tightened on your hips and tugged you forward for closer contact as he continued licking, his hawked nose occasionally dragging further in your folds. He wouldn't pretend that it tasted amazing, but the tang of copper on his tongue wasn't something he found particularly offsetting.

You whined softly and he squeezed the malleable flesh of your hips in what you assumed was his attempt at a reassuring fashion. His mouth moved upwards along your cunt, his tongue eventually lapping at your clit. You could more directly see the blood on his lips and stubble now as well as the flecks across his nose. His hands moved from your thighs to the tops of your knees as he began to spread your legs further. You whined softly in return, feeling your muscles ache in return as your breathing hitched.

Your heart hammered in your chest and his eyes seemed hazy as he continued lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated dog at a water bowl. He continued lapping with more intention as he dipped his tongue further between your folds. He could feel his cock grow stiff against his leg and he did his best to ignore it. You were important. This was for you. He resigned himself to fucking his hand after you fell asleep.

You whined softly and moaned from behind your hand as he tugged you closer. The work of his mouth on your clit left you giving a shrill mewl as you came. You heard him grunt in surprise and felt him release your clit which he'd begun sucking on. You saw him blink a few times before licking the discharge from your folds as it made it's way down and mixed with the remaining blood in your folds.

After he finished cleaning the remains of your orgasm, he stood back and looked you over as if to gauge your reaction or wait for any criticism. He criss-crossed his arms and laid his forearms across the tops of your knees and stared down at you before speaking softly. "Y'alright?"

You nodded blearily, half focused on him and half focused on trying to keep some kind of dignified expression again as you spoke. "M' good."

You heard and saw him chuckle before cleaning his face with his hand before wiping it on his pant's leg. He leaned over you for a moment, keeping balance on his forearm before pressing a kiss to your forehead and then pressing one to your lips. A few moments more and you rubbed your mouth absentmindedly for a moment as you looked him over. Your cunt had stopped painfully throbbing and your stomach had stopped coiling in knots for a a moment. Maybe his ex had actually been right about something.

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mykoreanlove · 5 months ago

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XIII. The morning after

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The first thing Y/N felt was warmth. The second was him.

Jackson’s arm was draped over her waist, his body pressed against hers, his breath soft against her neck.

And for the first time in weeks, there was silence.

No notifications. No flashing cameras. No voices in her head telling her that this was too much, too dangerous.

Just him.

Y/N shifted slightly, turning to face him.

Fuck. He was beautiful.

His lips were slightly parted, his lashes dark against his skin, his hair completely wrecked from last night.

Her cheeks heated at the memory. Last night.

The way he had touched her. The way he had taken his time, whispering her name like a prayer.

And now? Now he looked soft. Vulnerable.

Hers.

A slow, sleepy smirk curled at Jackson’s lips. "Are you staring at me?"

Y/N froze. "No."

Jackson let out a husky laugh, eyes still closed. "You totally are."

She groaned, burying her face in the pillow. "You’re insufferable."

His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer. "You weren’t saying that last night, baby."

Her stomach flipped.

Y/N smacked his chest. "Oh my god, shut up."

Jackson just laughed again, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. And just like that, her heart was melting all over again.

Because this—this quiet, playful, intimate moment?

This was what she wanted. Maybe even what she needed.

She traced slow circles on his bare shoulder, voice softer now. "What happens next?"

Jackson exhaled, pressing his forehead against hers. "Whatever we want."

His lips brushed against hers, a lazy, sweet kiss—so different from the heat of last night, but just as addictive.

For the first time in a long time, Y/N felt hopeful.

Like maybe, just maybe, they could survive this. Like love really could be enough.

Then—

Her phone buzzed.

And just like that, the real world crashed back in.

🚨 NEW SCANDAL: Is Jackson Wang’s Girlfriend Already Cheating on Him? 🚨

— Wait, what??? — There’s no way… right? — Look at these photos. Who is that guy? — I KNEW something was off about her. — Jackson deserves better. Sorry not sorry.

Y/N’s stomach dropped as she scrolled through the article. The photos were grainy, taken from a bad angle, but she knew exactly what they were.

A night out with an old friend.

A hug goodbye.

But the captions? The headlines?

They were twisting it into something ugly. Y/N felt sick.

She turned to Jackson, heart hammering. "Jackson, I—"

But he was already looking at her.

And not with anger. Not with doubt. Just calm certainty.

"I don’t believe it," he said simply.

Y/N froze. "What?"

Jackson reached for her hand, threading their fingers together. "I don’t believe it. And I don’t care."

Her throat tightened. "But everyone else does."

Jackson exhaled, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. "Then we prove them wrong."

His voice was steady, unshaken, like this was just another challenge they had to face together.

And suddenly—Y/N wasn’t scared anymore.

Because he wasn’t letting go. And neither was she.

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twstedfreak · 3 months ago

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Married Life with Gojo Satoru

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵pairing !! : Gojo Satoru x Reader ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵contains !! : Fluff, domestic moments, Gojo being dramatic, talks of having kids, soft and heartfelt moments, slight angst (his fears about raising a child), lots of teasing, and Gojo being utterly in love with you. ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚꩜ ︵︵word count !! : 381 words ⇢ read on ao3 here.

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Husband! Satoru who jokes about having kids all the time—until he actually thinks about it. “Babe, imagine a tiny me running around,” he grins, chin resting on your shoulder. “Our kid would be so cute. And obviously, they’d have my brains, my looks, and my infinity.” You roll your eyes. “And what about me?” He gasps, grabbing your hands. “Oh! And your patience! Because they’ll need that for dealing with me.”

Husband! Satoru who despite all the teasing, hesitates. Because what if? What if his child grows up in the same cruel world he did? What if they inherit his power and become a target before they even understand what it means? What if he fails to protect them? The thought gnaws at him in the quiet moments, when you’re both lying in bed, when his mind wanders to futures that might never exist.

Husband! Satoru, who sometimes watches you with this unreadable expression, was soft and fond, but tinged with something else. “What are you thinking about?” you ask, brushing his bangs back. He exhales, smile dimming just a little. “Just… wondering if it’s selfish of me to want a family with you.”

Husband! Satoru who would never admit how often he envisions it. A tiny hand grabbing his fingers. Laughter filling your home. The warmth of a small body curled up in his lap, dozing off as he hums nonsense lullabies. It’s a dream so sweet that it almost hurts.

Husband! Satoru who tells himself he’s fine without it—but then gets so soft whenever he’s around kids. If you ever babysit, he’s all in. Letting them ride on his shoulders, pulling out a ridiculous amount of sweets, using his infinity to float them in the air like tiny superheroes. And the worst part? He loves it.

Husband! Satoru who, one night, after way too much thinking, just holds you tighter and whispers, “Would you… want that?” It’s quiet, hesitant. And when you nod, resting your forehead against his, he swallows hard and says, “Then I’ll make the world safe enough for us.”

Husband! Satoru who, for all his fears, wants nothing more than to see you with a child who looks at you the way he does with love, trust, and the certainty that they are so, so adored.

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dc418writes · 6 months ago

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If You Can’t Stand the Heat…

✨Pairing✨: Brendan “Mid-Size Sedan”xblack!reader

Summary🪄: Your first Christmas with your boyfriend’s parents. What could go wrong?

🚨: allusion to a deceased parent, language, pretty much all fluff💕 (aside from an overbearing mother👀)

A/N🎤: Happy New Year and belated holidays🥂✨! So clearly this did not come out when I originally planned, but I still hope yall enjoy! Also stating the other obvious in the room, for those who have seen Old were ignoring the end this character saw and in my mind he is in fact alive and well🥰 (for those who haven’t seen, sorry for the spoiler lol)

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were found via Pinterest and Google*

“My baby boy!”

Brendan’s practically tackled by his own mother as she hurries into the brightly lit foyer hugging him tight while gently swaying back and forth. Her usual floral scent instantly takes him back to his childhood dancing around the living room and helping her in the kitchen - until his playful, mischievous ways would get the best of him that is.

“Hey ma,” he chuckles hugging her just as tight. Being away for most of the year, he admittedly missed her nearly crushing hugs.

“Cmon now Kat let the boy breathe.” Both arms attempting to carry all their luggage, his father, Devon, manages to close the door behind them using his foot. Not without needing to quickly rebalance himself from the shift of weight though. “So he can help with this luggage.”

“Oh, I got it!”

Both his parents seem to freeze at the new unfamiliar voice, quickly peeking past their son to the figure waving and moving closer. “Now who in the hell..?,” his mother thinks watching the black curls atop your head bounce with every step until you stop beside her son.

“Nah, it’s okay baby imma get it.”

And when he pecks your temple - making that sweet smile on your glossy lips brighten like the shimmering lights on the miniature Christmas tree in the corner - Devon can already see the flames and chaos swirling in his wife’s mind. “Oh lord, here we go.”

“Brendan,” although smiling herself, Katherine’s is clearly one mixed with confusion looking between the both of you, “w-who is your uh..little guest here?”

“This is my girl-,”

Everything muted after hearing that. Girlfriend? When did this happen? And why did she not know until now? Being his mother, she should’ve been the first to know! God knows what this little girl had planned up her sleeve for her innocent baby boy.

“It’s nice to finally meet you!” Katherine manages to snap out of her trance just in time to watch you move towards her with arm extended after shaking Devon’s hand. “Brendan’s told me so much about both of you.”

“Aw that’s so nice. Sadly I’ve heard nothing of you though sweetheart.” That hit you just as she expected, making your smile falter and dim as her son nervously rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Not that I wasn’t plannin’ to,” he quickly tries to rectify. “But from the interviews and studio sessions-,”

“The other week you sent me that beat you were working on. Sounds like a perfect time to me.”

Devon could read his boy just as well as his mother, and he might as well have ‘SOS’ tattooed on his forehead right about now. This ship was sinking faster than a boat made of Swiss cheese in the middle of summer, and he couldn’t just let him drown.

Quickly clearing his throat, he successfully gains everyone’s attention - for now at least, “B why don’t you uh show us around this place.”

Sat in the middle of the California king bed - white comforter and sheet just as pristine as fresh snow blanketing your newly washed and moisturized legs - you can’t stop replaying the events from dinner in your head. Overall you’d say it was nice, all of you talking and laughing while enjoying your homemade chicken pot pie. Brendan’s dad even complimented you saying it reminded him of something his own grandmother would’ve made.

Katherine, however, didn’t appear too impressed. About a few things besides the food really.

“It’s good sweetheart, a tad bit salty, but alright,” she curtly smiled. And maybe it was just you, but you wondered if that was just a teaser for things to come.

“Does your mom like me?,” you ask as soon as your boyfriend exits the bathroom with black, satin durag in hand.

“Course she does. Why? She say somethin?”

“No, I just…” you frustratedly sigh partly regretting bringing it up as you toy with the sterling silver chain around your wrist. Specifically the one that matched Brendan’s. “I dunno I get this feeling.”

Fingers securing the last knot, his hand reaches for yours pulling you closer into his side as he slides into bed himself. The mint from his lips prickling against your temple as he places two kisses there. “Bae everything’s fine, alright? If my ma had an issue, trust she’ll say it.”

•

“I don’t like her.”

Since closing the door to their hotel-like suite of a guest room, Katherine hadn’t stopped complaining and running her mouth about you.

“I bet she invited herself tryin to squeeze her way in.”

“I dunno where she got that recipe from but it ain’t all that. And you heard how she call herself decorating everything? Tuh, Ray Charles could do better.”

Devon just wanted to watch his Lakers in peace.

“Kat just give the girl a chance. You don’t even know her.”

“And I don’t want to,” she answers walking out the bathroom rubbing some sort of cream on her arms. “Brendan‘s soon gonna be over her like all the rest.”

“You never know,” her husband simply sighs, adjusting the pillow under his chin. To anyone else, it would just be a menial statement, however Katherine could sense there was something more her dear husband might be hiding.

Turning off the flatscreen and crossing her arms across her chest, Devon’s now equally as frustrated as his wife throwing his hands out with an “Aye!,” and silently wishing he snuck to the theater room while she was in the shower.

“You knew she was gonna be here didn’t you?”

“No!”

“But you knew about her,” she states pointing a signature red manicured finger.

He might as well forget about the game. She was gonna be at this all night. “Did he outright say something? No, but from what he asked I figured there was somebody.”

“Andd?,” she asks twisting her wrist, urging Devon to come out with the rest already. “What’d he ask?”

“Father son confidentiality,” he smirks holding his hands up in surrender.

“Bullshit, I carried that big headed boy for almost 10 months you better start talking Dee.”

He chuckles knowing she’d say that. “Stuff about our relationship: how I knew you were the one, being long distance, marriage-,”

“Marriage?! They just met!”

“We don’t know-,”

“Oh lord,” she gasps beginning to pace, “she’s pregnant!”

“Nah, I don’t think-,”

“That’s why he’s thinking of marriage, meanwhile jezebel thinking she’s gettin a free ride. And the baby might not even be his!”

His wife really needed to stop watching those made for tv movies. Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, he can easily reach out and gently grip Katherine’s elbow guiding his worried wife to sit beside him.

“Relax alright? You gettin all worked up for potentially nothing,” he states pecking her temple.

“But-,”

“Get to know the girl, please. For the sake of Brendan.” Kat’s little huff is enough of an acceptable answer that he’s turning the tv back on hoping to finish the remainder of the game.

Katherine’s mind was already made up though, and this girl wasn’t about to mess with her baby and ruin everything he had. A mother’s intuition was never wrong, and she knew what needed to be done.

It had only been three days and you were sure you’d somehow been transported to hell at some point in your sleep. If it wasn’t her little comments about you, Katherine was either squeezing her way in your alone time with Brendan or finding a way to exclude you.

The movie night you and Brendan planned in the theater room when his parents were asleep? Crashed by her claiming she couldn’t sleep. The trip to a local tree farm to see all the Christmas lights that was supposed to be all four of you? She swears you told her you weren’t ‘feeling great’ before you went to the restroom, prompting them to leave you home.

“Maybe we can go again after Christmas?,” she suggested when they returned.

“Yea maybe,” you replied with your most saccharine smile similar to the one on her own lips.

With everyone still asleep upstairs, you took advantage of your alone time to bake your signature molasses cookies passed down to you from your mother. Like her, baking always brought you peace and filled you with fond memories of big laughs, messy hands, and flour in your hair and mysteriously on the ceiling.

“Momma I really need you right now,” you quietly speak to the open air as you mix your ingredients together finalizing your dough.

The sound of the hand mixer covers Katherine’s footsteps causing you to jump when you feel her presence over your shoulder.

“Sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to scare you.” You really hated that nickname. Especially when it came from her mouth and would then usually come with some snide comment. “Thought you heard me when I said good mornin.”

“It’s okay and no, my mind’s uh somewhere else.”

“Yea these cookies,” she smiles watching you cutout various holiday themed shapes. “Looks like you got a good mess here too.”

Here we go. Luckily your back was towards her as she readied her coffee, giving you freedom to roll your eyes without getting caught. “Yea, I know,” you nervously chuckle. “I’m almost done though so I’ll get to them in a minute.”

“S’why you should really clean as you go. Less to do in the end.”

“True, but I get so wrapped up with-,”

“Brown and regular sugar?,” she asks noticing both containers on the counter. “They’ll be too sweet.”

Was she really trying to tell you how to make something you’ve done since you were able to walk? “No, they’ll be fine. I’ve made it plenty times before.”

“Doesn’t mean it can’t be tweaked though,” she innocently shrugs.

“Also true,” you forcibly smile feeling your skin begin to heat with frustration, “but this one is fine. It’s my mom’s recipe.”

“Two wrongs don’t make a right sweetheart.” And at that, you snapped unable to take anymore. You left your mess, your tools, and dough just needing to get away before your mouth and anger made you do something you’d regret.

You didn’t even speak to Devon as you rushed past making his brows furrow not used to you in an unpleasant mood. Seeing his wife also in the kitchen - calmly drinking out of a mug - he can guess what might’ve been the cause though. “What did you do?”

“Nothin,” Katherine answers nonchalantly before dipping a spoon into the leftover dough for a taste. “Hm, not too sweet like she said. Girl a little Miss Betty Crocker.”

“You know who you actin like right?”

“I know you betta not say who I think.”

“And because you thinking it means it’s true,” he retorts. “Bein’ just like my momma.”

“Aht, take it back!,” she points her spoon placing her mug down. “That woman never liked me from the start and let me know it. Shoot I think she still don’t like me.”

“And you not doing the same thing? That girl’s been nothing but nice and respectful to you when anybody else would’ve been said something.

His words clearly have some affect how her once stubborn expression turns soft. Her previous actions and words now all she can think of reminding her of the woman she swore she’d never be like when she had kids.

“You know you wrong Kat.”

•

“Where you goin?,” Brendan asks watching you throw your clothes in your suitcase unzipped and wide open on the floor of his walk in closet.

“Home.”

“Home? Why you-,”

“Look I know you wanted all of us to be together for Christmas, but this ain’t working B,” you answer with watery eyes still focused on the task in front of you.

“What do you mean? Aye, stop and look at me.” Gently gripping your wrists, he manages to halt your frantic packing so you’ll meet his worried eyes turning a bluish hue. “Tell me what happened.”

“I can’t with your mom and her little comments anymore,” you quietly admit. “She clearly doesn’t like me and I’m not staying somewhere I’m not wanted.”

“You are wanted. This is my house and I say you stay, alright? My ma just…takes some getting used to. And once she warms up to you-,”

Such a momma’s boy answer. “You mean if she wants to warm up to me,” you retort slipping out of his grip to return to your packing.

“I get it,” Brendan sighs, “she can be a lot. It’s just how she is though.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to deal with or accept it for the sake of your comfort.”

“Hold up, you calling me weak now?,” he asks stepping closer to you.

Slamming your suitcase shut, your arms cross over your chest looking up at the 6’3 man in front of you not daring to stand down. “No, I’m saying you’re a loyal son, which I love. But that loyalty is putting me in an environment I don’t feel safe or protected in.” You hope his silence means he’s finally taking in your words. “So I think it’s best I leave.”

He tries once more to clutch your arm as you pass, softly calling out your name, but you move just out of reach. “I’ll text when I get to my place.”

At the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, Katherine quickly stands to see you with your suitcase and Brendan on your heels trying to get your attention.

“Bae I’ll handle it, just stay. Please,” he whispers.

“My Uber’s already on the way,” you reply sniffling.

“You can’t leave!,” she states making you pause just as the both of you finish your decent. One look at your reddened, tired eyes from crying and she can feel her heart break knowing she was the cause. “Listen I-,”

“Ma I don’t know what the problem is, but you need to relax,” Brendan interrupts standing in between the two most important women in his life.

“Brendan-,”

“Look I love you ma, but I can’t have you mistreating the other woman I love.” His head turns towards you - twists swishing back and forth - so you can see the sincerity and deep love behind those hypnotizing eyes. Their intensity making you breath catch in your throat and more tears ready to run. “My future wife and mother of my kids.

Even Katherine’s ready to sob at her son’s words. Anyone could see the love between you two, and at the end of the day she knew you were good for Brendan - bringing out the best in him and making him happier than she’s seen in a while - but her protective, mothering nature just couldn’t accept she might not be needed anymore.

“Thank you,” you mouth reaching for his hand to peck his knuckles.

“So whatever issue you got, handle it now or else don’t worry about coming back,” Brendan finishes with you under his arm.

“Excuse me?,” Katherine asks with an amused tilt to her lips and hands on her hips. He could feel everyone looking at him as if he’d lost his mind with that last statement, and while it felt good he admittedly might’ve gone too far.

“R-Respectfully I mean,” he quickly corrects.

“I’ll let it slide this time,” she says jokingly smacking his shoulder. “You’re right though. This whole trip I haven’t given your lovely girlfriend a chance and I’m sorry. I’ve had that happen to me and know how much it hurts, so I should’ve known better. That mama bear decided to rear her head and got the best of me.

She sighs wiping away the couple tears that managed to fall on her cheeks, “You two really do make a beautiful couple and I’m glad my boy met someone truly good for him. I’m so sorry again and know it’ll take some time, but hope you can eventually forgive me.”

“Thank you for apologizing,” you softly smile, “and hey, can’t have the holidays without some drama right?”

“I guess not,” she giggles along with Brendan and Devon. “But from here on out no more.”

Holding out her arms, she’s a bit surprised when you immediately accept her hug. Both of you holding each other tight as if the morning’s earlier events never happened. “To new beginnings and starting over.”

#Brendan Mid Size Sedan #Brendan Mid Size Sedanxreader #Brendan Mid Size Sedanxwoc #Brendan Mid Size Sedanxblackreader #Old #aaron pierre x black reader #aaron pierre #Aaron pierrexreader

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inkwell-and-dagger · 8 months ago

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🚨 and 😌 for Rayan!!!

😌 - Someone gently brushing their hair

Rayan was restless. Madeline could tell by the frantic bounce of his leg and the occasional glance toward the window that he was less than comfortable, no matter how hard she and Vivana tried to lower his guard. To be honest, she wasn't surprised; although he'd refused to tell her what had happened during his disappearance thus far, Madeline knew it wouldn't be good either way. The scars, his unkempt and tangled hair, the bags beneath his red-rimmed eyes. He clenched his hands, as if hiding the wretched mark of his immortality from the world.

"Do you wanna talk about it now?" As much as she was pressing on about the incident, Madeline couldn't help but be concerned, albeit curious. When Rayan responded with another, stiff shake of his head, she sighed. "Do you.. want a hug?" She asked, lamely. What else could she do?

Rayan swallowed, his eyes fixed onto a point on the wall. "I.. I dunno."

"Alright," She shuffled towards him, eyes trained on his face so she could back away lest he was uncomfortable. Her hand slipped across his shoulder, giving him a questioning hum. "Is this good?"

Nodding, Rayan shifted in his seat. Madeline smiled, relieved, and turned back to the television. In the other room, Vivana hummed along to a song playing on an aged record player; the song drifted through the house, carrying with it the gorgeous smell of a well-earned meal.

Perhaps out of habit, Madeline's hand soon found its way to Rayan's head, gently scoring and scratching at his scalp. When she realized and went to pull away, she found that Rayan seemed to be enjoying it. His eyes grew lidded, and the tenseness in his posture began to dwindle.

She took this as a sign to continue. Pulling him close, Madeline began to gently brush his hair through her fingers, ensuring to be as gentle as possible. Rayan curled up against her side, uncertain hands grasping her waist as if his life depended on it.

Eventually, Vivana came in, holding two plates in each hand. Madeline smiled at her arrival, letting out a soft whistle, "Looking good."

"Me, or the food?"

Madeline chuckled, and as Vivana set the plates down on the coffee table and planted a gentle kiss to the other's forehead, she spoke again: "While you're up, d'you mind getting a hairbrush for me?"

Vivana grinned. "Of course."

"Thank you, darling," Another kiss was exchanged, and Vivana went upstairs. Madeline returned her attention to Rayan, and he met her gaze. "Do you want food now or later, bud?"

Rayan sighed. "Now. I'm starving over here."

"Alright."

"...You sound like mum."

Madeline chuckled. "Is that good or bad?" She looked up as Vivana came back downstairs, mumbling a loving thanks as she gave her a brush.

"Both," Rayan straightened up momentarily, rubbing his eyes. As Madeline began brushing through his hair once more, detangling the knots, Vivana placed another plate in his lap. Rayan said his thanks, and immediately began scoffing down the food.

"Slow down," Vivana said, placing a nimble hand on his shoulder. "Indigestion's a bitch. I know firsthand."

Rayan swallowed a chunk of food, and nodded. Soon, he mumbled, "You're treating me like a kid."

And while Vivana laughed and apologized, Madeline merely smiled, placing the brush aside and patting his head. "You're my little brother. I'm allowed to do that."

#this turned into everything BUT focusing on the brushing hair part but hey ho #i pulled this out my ass in like 10 minutes lmao #i dont know what the first emoji is referring to (either that or im a little more blind than usual)#/j but i tried my best!!!!#thank you for the ask!!!!!!!!#rayan hyacinth #madeline osoro-hyacinth #vivana osoro-hyacinth #immortal whumpee #rescued whumpee

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michaelasworlds-blog · 5 months ago

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Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch.12: Miss Beatrice

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Word Count: 10K

🚨TRIGGER WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT, TRYPOPHOBIA, MENTIONS OF SA!!🚨

Donnie whistled, walking back to his shed. It was so nice meeting someone he knew; even though she was really weird about it…

Flashback

“I believe I do, you’re Arielle,” He smiled at the girl.

Arielle stared at him in horror. Had he said something wrong? Was this not Arielle? The beauty mark was still under her right eye and everything. The siren stepped back before running away to two other sinners he assumed were her friends.

Donnie tilted his head slightly confused, “What an odd girl..”

Present day

Whatever that was Donnie couldn’t worry about it, he had a daughter to protect.

“Bea..I got you some donuts,” he walks into the dark shed. “If you’re good you can get two-”

The light turning on shocked him, Bean wasn’t there; the chair was knocked over along with singed chains, instead of Bean in her place was a very angry Ruby. She was practically fuming with her arms crossed.

Donnie cleared his throat trying to think of something to say, “To be fair I did have her here, and she was here.. You said do whatever it takes!”

Ruby said nothing, still glaring at him. He was not making it out of here alive.

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“She’s burning up,” Husk touches Bean’s forehead, who was currently curled up in a ball on Alastor’s bed.

“Thank you Husker I definitely didn’t know that already,” Alastor rolls his eyes. “I wanted to know if there was anything I could do.”

Husk shrugs, “Put her out of her misery?” Alastor looked at him with “seriously?” type of eyes. The winged cat noticed this, “What? This is why no one goes out in an acid rain storm, this happens,” he gestured to the whimpering sinner. “There’s literally nothing we can do, her skin is peeling off and she’s sick from radiation.”

Alastor stared at Bean, it was clear that she was in a lot of pain, it’d be better to kill her; she’d just come back but…it wouldn’t hurt to try..ugh! What was wrong with him?! This was not the Radio Demon! He blamed Charlie, and Vera.. “Come now Husker let’s give her a chance.”

His eyes widened at his boss’s words, then sighed not wanting to argue, “Fuck it, let’s help the kid.”

To be honest they didn’t know how to help her, so Alastor went to someone who would at least know Bean better than he did.

Her mother.

“Ruby’s” was pretty packed, with a bunch of older demons, it seemed to be bingo night.

“E7,” the announcer called.

“Bingo! I win again!” A familiar raspy voice yelled.

Everyone groans, “Susan we told you to leave, you can’t use someone else’s bingo board,” The announcer rolls his eyes.

“Give me my prize!” She yelled.

“No! That isn’t your sheet!”

Alastor rolls his eyes, where was Ruby? She usually wanted to be the center of attention.

“Now Susan,” Alastor spotted the overlord across the room. “I told you that you could come tonight if you behaved, don’t be rude to my son.”

“He needs to learn to respect his elders!”

“What?!” The announcer fumed.

“August!” Ruby stared at him, “Are you arguing with an elderly woman?”

“No ma’am,” he mumbled.

“Great! Now, let me get you a BLANK bingo sheet,” she smiled, taking the used sheet. “August, keep calling numbers.” Ruby looks across the room at Alastor and Husk, she sees Alastor is holding something or someone in a blanket. “Hmm,” she raised an eyebrow approaching the two, “I’m sorry boys but we’re full for the night.”

“Nobody wants to play bingo with these dusty sinners,” Husk groaned.

“I’m afraid we’re here on business my dear,” Alastor moved the blanket revealing who was underneath, it was a very pale Bean.

Ruby touched her neck, looking for a pulse; it was faint. She sighed slightly annoyed, did they really bring a half dead girl to her? “Come with me-”

A glass is thrown against the wall, “I SAID BINGO!” Susan screamed.

“DAMN IT SUSAN!”

The sinners made their way into Ruby’s back room, it was as if they had walked into a doctor’s office.

“This where you keep your customers happy?” Alastor jokes.

“This is where I help my children,” She walks over to a tall cabinet. “Place her on the bed.”

Alastor does, practically dropping her. Bean groans in pain, “I’m sorry but you were getting quite heavy.”

“Oh good you’re awake,” Ruby walks over to the bed, “Let’s see what we’re dealing with,” she mumbled, taking the blanket off her.

Bean winced, Ruby examined her back. It was greenish in some places, with small open wounds all over her back; she pressed her back making Bean cry out in pain, “You should’ve let her die.”

“Now what is with the lack of confidence?” Alastor gasped. “I’m sure you have something in that cabinet of mysteries for your ‘child’,” he put up air quotes.

“She’s slowly rotting, what is it you want me to do?” Ruby had her hands on her hips.

“Well a smile wouldn’t hurt and maybe start by cleaning up her back,” Alastor rolled his eyes.

Ruby’s eye twitched before going back to the cabinet, “Donc mwen panse mwen se on type de mirk travayé kounya!” She slammed a bottle of rubbing alcohol on a desk.

Translation: So I guess I’m some type of miracle worker now!

“What she sayin?” Husk leaned into his boss.

“Get away from me,” Alastor looked him up and down.

Ruby turned around holding a huge needle, “Hold her down.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Flashback

“I believe I do, you’re Arielle,” He smiled at the girl.

Arielle stared at him in horror. Arielle? Erin felt as if her stomach would fall out of her butt, She wasn’t Arielle, her name was Erin.

Erin backed away from the man without another word. He had to be wrong!

Right?

Present Day

“That’s impossible,” Zeke shook his head.

“That’s what he said!” Erin exclaimed. It was still giving her chills.

“Maybe he was mistaken,” Wynter shrugged.

“She’s right,” Eric put his arm around Wynter, “A lot of these sinners have been down here for decades, I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t remember his own name, what is he like a Boomer? Gen X? Silent Generation?” He chuckled before Wynter moved his arm off her.

“It doesn’t matter!” Erin stopped him.

“Right, now we know who was responsible for your death,” Zeke agreed. “Who cares if you’re Erin or Arielle?”

“I do! It means everything I remember is a lie!” Erin was beginning to panic, or was she Arielle? What if she was Donnie’s daughter?!

“Or that Donnie is fucking with you,” Eric but in. “I used to watch ‘Criminal Minds’ and there was this episode-”

“Oh my gosh!” Erin had realized something, “Bean is STILL MISSING!!” What kind of person doesn’t realize her friend is missing?

“Ya know, I did not remember she was gone,” Eric mumbled to Wynter and Zeke.

“I did, but I didn’t want to be like ‘Bean isn’t here’ and she was across the room, that would be embarrassing,” Zeke laughed awkwardly before violently coughing. Wynter inched away from him.

“Hun, she’s probably okay, she’s probably at V-Tower; that’s where she works-” Wynter was cut off by Eric dramatically gasping.

“Of course!” He stood up. “It’s been right in our faces!”

“What?” Zeke asked.

“I’ve been thinking this mystery was a one and done! IT’S NOT!” He pointed at Erin.

“I’m confused, are we still talking about me?” Erin tilted her head sniffling.

“No! Because not everything is about you! This mystery just became a two parter and we’re in the season finale,” he said ominously.

Erin, Zeke and Wynter stared at the sinner in confusion.

“I don’t understand,” Zeke broke the silence.

“Understand this,” Eric grabs his face. “To understand Erin’s story, there’s another story we have to understand and that’s Bean’s story.”

Erin gasped, “Are you saying..we could be sisters?”

“What, no! I’m saying the same person that had you has Bean, and we need to know why.”

“Because he’s a psychopath?” Wynter shrugged.

“Well The Northern Killer only killed women, and he kept them for a while-”

“Hey!” Eric interrupted Zeke. “He only killed women and kept them for a while before killing them! We need to know why,” he stood over them looking all heroic and Wynter couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“Maybe we should split up, to get more info,” she suggested.

“Smart idea babez,” he winked at the siren.

“Babez? Like with a z?” Zeke narrowed his eyes.

“Wynter and I-”

“Actually, I want to go with Erin to get answers, you and Ezekiel can go back to Lucifer, he gave us the wrong file,” Wynter looked into Eric’s eyes smiling. She had a plan, but she couldn’t risk Eric doing something idiotic.

Eric bit his lip, “Playing hard to get, I see.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she smirked.

“Me neither, what is happening?” Zeke asked before getting shushed by Erin.

“Anyway! Let’s get to it!” Eric took out his recorder. “Episode One Part 2…Connecting the Dots,” he smirked.

“Wait?” Zeke spoke up.

“This is still Episode One?!”

Erin followed Wynter through a neighborhood she had never been in before, it wasn’t like “The Doomsday District” or “Cannibal Town”. Sinners walked like they had a place to be, like they were here to be on business.

“Where are we Wynter?” She asked.

“Well back when I first dropped down it didn’t have a name, it was just a place where old timers hung out, but over the years sinners have noticed only serial killers drop down in this area so they call it ‘Serial Square’,” Wynter smiled at a female sinner she knew. “You don’t come around here unless you’re a serial killer, you have business with someone or I don’t know you’re just plain dumb.”

The younger siren looked worried, “And we’re here because..?”

“On business.”

It finally clicked, “You think Donnie’s here.”

Wynter nodded as they continued walking until they got to a bar with the words, “Easy Street” written over the top, Wynter turned to Erin, “Before we enter I must tell you something.”

“Okay,” Erin looked at the older sinner.

“Wynter is a stage name, my name is Roxana, Roxie for short.”

“Awe Roxie is such a cute name!” Erin squealed. “Though I do like Wynter-” she was interrupted by Wynter’s hand over her mouth.

“They…don’t know that, so please refer to me Roxie,” she pleaded.

“Got it,” Erin gave her a thumbs up before they made their way inside, it was pretty empty and quiet; there was a praying mantis demon in the corner playing piano.

Wynter leaned into her, grabbing her hand, “Stay close to me,” she whispered. The siren looked up smiling at everyone, “Good afternoon.”

Some sinners looked up at her smiling and tipping their hats, Erin waved at an older looking demon but was met with a glare. “Well well if it isn’t Red Roxie,” a female demon smirked from behind the bar.

The sirens walked up to the bartender, “Hi Yolanda, this is my friend Erin, we’re looking for somebody,” Wynter leaned on the bar.

“Hey sweetie, want a drink?” Yolanda asked kindly.

“No thank you, but do you know anyone that goes by Donnie?” Erin smiled.

“Do you know how many Donnie’s are in this place?-”

“I think they mean me,” a male’s voice came from behind them, it was Donnie.

“Let’s chat ladies.”

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“AHH!!” Bean screamed, struggling against Husk’s hold on her as Ruby rubbed alcohol on her sizzling back. Alastor was going to help but Husk almost got bit and he was not for that, oh goodness…do children bite?

“Almost done,” She continued to rub until the sizzling died down, voilà all done!”

“Finally, I was a little afraid that Bean would eat Husker. A little,” Alastor grinned.

Husk groaned, “Lady, you done or what?”

“Now now I just have to put the gauze on,” Ruby took a roll of gauze bandages and placed it along Bean’s back. Bean winced in pain feeling her back being pressed on, “Oh it cannot still hurt,” the overlord rolled her eyes.

“Look at you, being a mother,” Alastor put his hand on his chest.

“Oh and I guess you bringing her here was just a normal Monday for the Radio Demon,” Ruby raised an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Ruby rolled her eyes, “If you care about someone you should tell them, don’t waste their time playing ‘I don’t care’ when you really do;” she stared at him. Back when Bean was alive Ruby had grown tired of the “romance” movies she always put on, some poor teenage girl was always falling for a toxic teenage boy; Ruby never understood the appeal.

Alastor stayed silent, he did care for Bean but he wouldn’t let Ruby know that. “Are you almost done? I am a busy man.”

“I told you I was,” she scoffed. “Now just letting you know she’s running a fever, she’ll be very sick and too much movement will slow down the healing process.”

“Aren’t you mother of the year,” Alastor picked a very warm Bean up in a blanket, holding her bridal style. “Let’s go Husker-”

“DADA!” A small child jumped out of a nearby cabinet scaring everyone. It was the small cannibal child.

“Anna, what have I told you about scaring people,” Ruby scolded her.

“Oh we meet yet again,” he watched the small girl jump up and down, the radio demon looked at Ruby. “I see we’re stealing children now, do you have an oven preheating for her?”

She caught Annalise, picking her up, “Rosie wanted me to watch her, and I don’t eat children, I eat venison,” Ruby smirked.

“Ooo, then we have something in common,” Alastor grinned, not scared by the threat at all, “ Come Husk.”

“I’m right here,” The former overlord rolled his eyes.

“A l'aurevoir,” Alastor blew a kiss before shadowing away.

Translation: Goodbye.

“Bye bye,” Annalise waved.

Ruby glared where Alastor had stood. “Bâtard.”

Translation: Bastard.

Upon getting back to the hotel Alastor had really hoped it would be empty, but as soon as he arrived there was a circle of sinners. Shit, he forgot this was when Charlie’s little activities took place.

“Al!” Charlie had an excited look on her face. “You’re just in time! We’re talking about baby names for you and Voe!”

“No need my dear, I’ve got it covered! I’ve been looking up girl names all-”

“Girl names?” Vera was standing at the front desk with Eugenia who sunk in her chair behind the magazine she was reading. Alastor’s eyes widened, his Vera was practically glowing; he was so stunned he almost dropped Bean on the floor. “I didn’t know we were having a girl, which is weird cause I’m the one who’s pregnant.”

Alastor cleared his throat, coughing a bit. “Ew,” Angel mumbled in disgust.

“Shouldn’t you be off your feet? Stress isn’t good for the baby,” he tried changing the subject. However she stood there with her arms crossed.

“Look at that ‘stress’ telling someone not to be stressed,” Lucifer crossed his arms.

“Voe-”

“Where have you been?” She asked. His eyes darted around the room then down at Bean who looked to be waking up. She groaned in pain.

“Alastor? What is that?” Vaggie had her hands on her hips.

“Well I got nothin’,” Husk abandons Alastor, going back to his job post.

“Traitor,” Alastor narrows his eyes at him.

“Alastor?” Vera tapped her foot.

“Fine,” Alastor rolled his eyes, before dropping Bean onto the floor. “You’re all so impatient.”

Bean yelped, “Ow! Why?!”

“Bean?!” Angel Dust went over to the sinner pulling off the blanket. “Holy shit you look gross , and smell gross,” he backed away.

Everyone crowded around her, asking if she was okay and where she’d been, “My goodness give her some space,” the Radio Demon shook his head.

Bean looked pale and exhausted, she felt exhausted too. She was in a lot of pain and wasn’t in the mood for questions, Bean opened her mouth to say something when something rose in her chest. She threw up toxic waste on the carpet, the residents backed away in disgust and concern.

“Gross,” Voe said.

“I don’t feel too good,” Bean held her stomach.

“Ya don’t look like it either,” Cherri looked at her with concern.

Eugenia rushed over touching Bean’s back, Bean looked at her in horror before puking again and again until she passed out. Her mother touched her forehead, “She’s really warm.”

“How cute, she’s playing mommy now,” Cherri glared at Eugenia.

Eugenia looked at her glaring back. Alastor’s grin widened.

Seems like something is brewing, he was gonna figure out..

Even if he had to start something to do it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Lucifer!” Eric and Zeke were bolting down the hall towards the king.

Lucifer groaned rolling his eyes, why was it always them? This is what happens when you stop your hobby for others. “What now?” He turned to the sinners.

“Ya done wrong Lucy!” Eric pointed at him.

“Excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow.

Zeke moved Eric to the side, “What Eric means is that you gave us the wrong file sir.”

“You asked for Erin’s file, right?” Lucifer looked between the boys.

“Yeah,” They said in unison.

“That’s the file I gave you.”

“But she’s not Erin, we need Arielle’s file-”

“Look! I cannot keep giving you random sinner’s files, okay?” The devil snapped, then took a breath, he didn’t mean to snap but they clearly had no idea what they were doing,“Okay, I will do this, but ONLY if you get facts that she is Arielle.”

Zeke and Eric looked excited, “Yes sir! Thank you sir!” They yelled running off.

“Ugh..” Lucifer rubbed his temples. “They’re driving me nuts.”

“So ladies,” Donnie smiled at them. “What can I do for you?”

Erin and Wynter look at each other before Wynter clears her throat, “We want answers.”

“Okay..? What?” Donnie looked at them with a straight face.

“Why’d you call me Arielle?” Erin but in. “That’s not my name.”

“Oo you meant those kinds of answers, no I’m not answering that.”

“Why?!” Erin whined.

“Because it’s so funny to watch you struggle for answers,” Donnie chuckled, drinking some of his beer.

Well Wynter’s plan was going down the drain, it was time to go with something else, “What do you want?” She asked.

“From her,” he pointed at Erin. “Nothing, but from you…” He grinned, examining Wynter. He grabbed her face, “Smile for me baby.”

Irritation spread through the siren, couldn’t he just ask for sex like a normal sinner? Anytime she came here, these sinners wanted a body part! She smiled, showing off her sharp fangs. Donnie had an excited look on his face, he let go of her.

“Fine I’ll tell you whatever you want, for all her teeth,” he smirked.

“What?! No-”

“Fine,” Wynter cut Erin off. Erin looked at her with a worried expression.

“I’m so excited, I’ve never had siren teeth in my collection before, this is gonna be new; I also want you in your little mermaid form while we do it,” He demanded.

Wynter’s eye twitched as she faked a smile, she was not giving this man her teeth, “Sure.. but we need to be somewhere special.”

“And where would that be?”

“The beach, I can’t just do my mermaid form; I need water.”

“Hmm..ok, to the beach!” Donnie stood to his feet, leaving with Erin and Wynter.

“HEY!” Yolanda yelled. “YOU DIDN’T PAY YOUR TAB!”

The beach was quiet, Wynter liked the sand and the sound of the ocean; being a siren water just connected with her. Now she didn’t NEED a large body of water to get into her siren form, but she did for this.

“Are you gonna do it or what?” Donnie complained.

Wynter rolled her eyes, before beginning to take her shoes and clothes off. “Tell me Donnie, why women?” She looked at him, speaking softly. “Mommy issues?”

“No, nothing like that,” he shook his head. “I’ve always been fascinated with women, they think so differently and their bodies are different from a man’s, they truly are heavenly creatures.”

“Creatures?” Erin looked up at him.

“Women are creatures of Aphrodite, I sculpt her creations in her image,” Donnie stared into space with a look that Wynter couldn’t quite decipher. “Get in the water,” he looked at her.

“Sit on that rock,” Wynter told Erin. She did as she was told. Donnie was freaking her out. She had honestly never been alone with any of the serial killers, cause they got like this.

Wynter stepped into the water going further and further out until she was in the deepest part of the ocean, she let herself sink into the water.

The two sinners looked out at the sea waiting for something to happen, Erin hoped she didn’t just ditch her here. That’s when the water started bubbling, a large body rose out of the water, it had to be at least 50 feet tall. It was Wynter, her scaly skin was white and her ruby red tail shimmered under the sun; she swam closer to the two. Both Erin and Donnie were amazed.

“Wow! You’re amazing!” Donnie smiled.

Wynter smiled showing off her now sharp teeth, “Would you like to see my teeth Donnie?” She said softly, her voice echoing.

“Hell Yeah!” The large siren picked him up by his jacket using her fingertips, bringing him up to her yellow eye.

“Hello handsome,” she smirked.

“Hey..” Donnie smiled nervously, he cleared his throat trying not to feel intimidated. “Can I see that smile again?”

Wynter grinned, “Sure,” she proceeded to open her mouth revealing rows and rows of sharp teeth.

“Whoa..” Donnie realized he might’ve made a mistake, how was he gonna take all these, “Ya know..I think one will suffice.”

“Pick your poison ,” Wynter said before beginning to lower Donnie into her mouth.

At first Donnie was excited, however he panicked as he was lowered past her teeth and was about to enter her throat, “Hey! Wait! Wait!” He screamed. However, Wynter kept going, “Alright! Alright! I get it! I’ll tell you!” He screamed almost to a loud pitch.

Wynter took him out of her mouth, “What was that?” She batted her eyes at him.

“I said I’d talk!” He said louder.

“Oh good,” She set him back on the ground. “Thought I’d have to go off my diet.”

In all honesty she wasn’t going to eat him, she could if she wanted to. But she did not.

“Mind being normal sized again?” Donnie fixed his jacket.

“I’m fine here,” Wynter replied.

Donnie rolled his eyes, then looked at Erin. “I don’t know why you’re using her name, your name is Arielle, I remember your hair was curled and Erin’s wasn’t, Erin is blonde, you have red hair, I know what I’m talking about!”

“But that can’t be right,” Erin said. “Why am I remembering everything differently?”

Donnie sighed, he was not getting out of here, “Sit down, I’ll tell you.”

The sirens listened as he told the short but sad story of Arielle Reyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Donnie thought he was so fucking funny! Vox angrily read texts from “Bean” which was actually Donnie after he abducted her.

Bean 🫘: I think we should break up.

Bean 🫘: I don’t wanna see you anymore.

Vox: Strange since we weren’t dating to begin with.

Vox rolled his eyes, looking at his cameras at Bean who was laying in bed, not conscious. He stared at her wishing he could go see her, but he was not about to go to that shitty hotel and see Alastor with his stupid triangle ass, old man ass, slutty ass!-

“Vox!” Velvette burst into the control interrupting whatever he was thinking, something about Alastor.

He rolled his eyes not turning around, “What.”

“I need you to sign off on-”

“What do you think is a gift that a girl would want?” He interrupted whatever she was talking about.

“Money, anyway like I was saying you need to sign off on my runway-”

“Everybody wants money, maybe I could-”

“Stop interrupting me!” She yelled. The doll walked up to him, turning him to face her; “Focus, I need you to sign off on-”

“Sign off? On what?” He groaned.

“LET ME SPEAK!” She shook him. “I have a runway project and you have to sign off on the building! There are parentless children staying there and I need them out to have space for the show!” She spoke fast.

“Ugh! Fine!” The tv demon snatched the papers from her, signing on the dotted line. “It’s always about you guys! Or runways! Or orphans! What about me?!” He grumbled.

“Vox for fucks sake!” Velvette went in her fur jacket pulling out a new V-phone. “Give this to her, and stop being a little bitch!”

“Why do you have a brand new phone?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I was gonna give phones to the orphans, I guess they could sell them to buy a cupcake to share,” she shrugged.

“You’re giving phones away? For free?!” His voice became staticy. “I don’t think so, you charge those bastards.”

“Fine, whatever! Oh and Valentino wants Bean for his movie special, so if you can convince her when you give her the phone then do that,” She winked.

“Sure,” Vox rolled his eyes, he was not gonna do that..he might, it’d be good for ratings and sales..he’d think about it.

“Good boy,” Velvette smirks. “Ciao love!” She waves, leaving.

He mocked her silently before turning back to the cameras, Bean was still sleeping. The overlord looked back at the phone, “Hmm,” then he looked at the camera with Alastor in his shitty looking room, instantly becoming irritated.

He’d send it in the mail.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I told you we don’t lock doors in this house..” a voice was heard on the other side of Bean’s bedroom door.

Bean stood in the middle of her room, frozen in fear.

“Bea…open the door.” The door knob started jiggling.

Bean stayed silent. Who was that? That voice, it was so familiar..

There was banging on the door, making her jump, “OPEN THE DOOR!”

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. The banging became louder and louder, until the door burst open.

A bright light shone in her face. Bean’s heart started racing as the light got closer and closer

Until finally..

Bean shot up in bed covered in sweat. Right? It was sweat this time, right? She turned on the light, feeling relieved.

What time was it? She looked around for her phone, then remembered. “Fuck,” She put her hands in her head.

Bean felt awful. She was weak, hot and her stomach and head hurt. There was a knock at the door, she froze staring at it. The door opened revealing Cherri bomb, She was holding a tray with a bowl of soup and a cup of tea Bean assumed. “Hey babe, how ya feelin?” She closed the door.

“I’m fine,” Bean lied. Besides the headaches and nausea, she hadn’t been feeling herself. Like there was something eating away at her mind bit by bit.

Cherri sat on the bed looking concerned, “Don’t lie.”

“I’m am, seriously,” She answered, too tired to sound convincing.

“Angel told me about your mom,” The one eyed sinner set the soup and tea on the nightstand.

Bean rolled her eyes, honestly she wasn’t even mad but she thought he was joking about texting her, “Please don’t do anything, or say anything,” she was so embarrassed. She didn’t want anyone to know about the things she’d been through.

“Not even to Mother Teresa Voe?” Cherri crossed her arms. “They’re all buddy buddy sharing mommy stories,” she rolled her eye.

“Don’t say anything to anyone,” Bean pleaded. She was too exhausted to care who was friends with who.

“Fine, oh by the way this was sent for you,” Cherri took a small rectangular box out of her shirt.

Bean gasped, taking it, “You got me a present?”

“No,” Cherri rolled her eye.

“Barktholomew!” Bean looked at the dog on the floor.

“The tv bastard’s name is on the back.”

Bean turned it around seeing Vox’s name, “Hmm,” she couldn’t remember the last time they spoke, then she remembered. The night before she was abducted, the fight they had. Did he really think this would make up for what he did?

“What is it?” Cherri touched her hand.

“I don’t know and I honestly don’t care,” Bean tosses the gift to the side.

There was an awkward silence.

“Oh. Okay. Well do you want your-” Cherri is interrupted by the door being kicked open. The girls look, seeing Angel in the doorway wearing booty shorts and no top.

“What up bitch!- Cherri? What are you doin here?” He smirked.

Cherri blushed, “I’m giving Bean soup, what are you doin?”

“I was gonna dance for Latte like I dance for you when you’re sick,” He gestured to his body.

“Awe…a get better soon dance,” Bean was flattered. It made her feel nice that they’d make sure she was okay.

“What kinda soup is this?” Angel looked in the bowl looking disgusted. “Yeah no, chicken soup? No, come downstairs and eat real food, no one actually eats soup when they’re sick.”

“Literally everyone does,” Cherri said with a straight face.

“Shh! You comin Latte? Or do you want canned soup?”

Bean looked at the soup, then at Angel, then at Cherri, both sinners had pleading eyes, “Can I bring the soup?”

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes.

“Suck it!” Cherri cheered.

It took a bit of her energy, but Bean made it downstairs with Angel and Cherri’s help. The downstairs area was full of sinners, Bean felt like she missed so much. She was only gone for a day but felt as though she was gone for months.

“Guess who decided to join the party,” Angel pushed Bean forward.

Charlie, who was entertaining guests, gasped rushing up to her, “Bean, oh my gosh!” She hugged the sinner tightly. “How are you?!”

“Well, you’re crushing me so there’s that,” Bean responded in pain.

“Sorry!” The princess let her go. “Come sit! We’re hanging out in the parlor,” she grabbed Bean’s arm leading her into the large living space.

Angel and Cherri followed the two, “Charlie..” Bean groaned. “I’m not in the mood for any activities..”

“Don’t worry, this is called ‘Take a Chill Pill’,”Charlie said, feeling proud of herself.

“It’s code for we’re doin whateva we want,” Angel, “whispered” to Bean.

“No no no! It’s a chance to interact with your friends!”

“Whateva you say princess,” Cherri chuckled, as the three sinners walked away.

So many sinners were conversing and laughing with each other, the hotel was really bringing everyone together, even sinners that probably didn’t deserve it. Across the room Bean spotted the person she wasn’t ready to see, Eugenia; she was talking with Voe and Alastor. Well Voe, Alastor looked as if he could care less. She was chatting it up with Voe, Bean didn’t realize they were friends. Did Voe know? Was she okay with it? Did she already apologize?

Cherri growled, snapping Bean out of her thoughts, “Is she serious? Voe the Beau is laughin it up with Bean’s mum.”

“Come on Cherri, I don’t think she knows,” Angel crossed his arms. He didn’t know what was happening with his friend, but when Cherri got passive aggressive she became aggressive.

Bean stared at the women talking, she wanted a reason to go over there, a reason-

“Well let’s let her know then,” Before anyone could stop her, Cherri marched over to Voe and Eugenia.

“Cherri! Oh shit.”

“I’ll get her,” Bean followed her. Was she for real? They literally JUST talked about it.

Before Bean knew it she was right in front of the three.

“My my look who decided to wake up,” Alastor smiled up at Bean. “How are you my dear?”

Bean shrugged, “I was asleep for a day so-”

“Three days,” Voe interrupted.

“Pardon?” Bean raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve practically been in a coma for three days.”

“Right, forgot to tell you that, probably the reason why you’re weak,” Cherri shrugged.

“Oh well, you can tell me about it over here,” Bean grabbed Cherri’s arm, but she snatched it away. She glares at the one eyed sinner.

“Did you guys need anything?” Eugenia asked.

“Oh I need somethin alright-” Cherri was stopped by Bean elbowing her in the chest.

Alastor raised an eyebrow staying silent, he wanted to watch whatever was happening unfold.

“I wanted to thank you Alastor,” Bean stood in front of her friend. “For making sure I didn’t die.” Even though dying would’ve been better than this.

“You’re very welcome my dear, I saw you outside and thought you were one of my packages,” he lied.

“Uh huh,” Voe looked at him. “Oh! Eugenia! Isn’t there something you wanna say to Bean?” She winked at her.

Bean internally groaned, what the actual hell did this woman have to say?

“I was gonna tell her later,” Eugenia nervously laughed.

What was this? Were they serious?

“Oh nonsense!” Alastor grinned. “She’s already here, you might as well tell her.”

Eugenia looked down blushing, this pissed Bean off. This person she called mother, she was weak and was always weak. She could never do anything, not even for her children.

“What?” Bean crossed her arms.

“I wanna hear this,” Cherri mumbled from behind.

“Shut it!” Bean was beginning to get mad at Cherri as well.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SA (🍇)!!🚨 (skip bold if uncomfortable)

Eugenia cleared her throat, “I’m sorry Beatrice.” Bean’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry about the things I put you through, I held you back from your dreams and that wasn’t okay.” Bean felt rage form throughout her body, it was so bad it made her head hurt. “I had no right to keep you from your dreams-”

“What dreams?” Bean interrupted. She felt tears sting her eyes. She was a coward. She was too worried about keeping her friends! And having everyone like her! Bean didn’t know much about how the process worked, but this was not redemption!

“Of dancing, you were so talented and I should’ve let you do what you wanted with your life,” Eugenia looked at Bean with pleading eyes, the same eyes she used in life, the ones that said “Do this for me.” Not this time. Not ever again.

Bean laughed, she was so angry and honestly wanted to jab a knife right into her neck, “You can’t say it, can you?” Her mother looked down at her hands not saying another word. Voe looked confused while Alastor looked smug as ever, “Tell her.”

“I don’t-”

“Stop. Lying.” Bean leaned down to her. “Tell her the truth!” She banged her fist on the table.

“Oh my,” Alastor said, “shocked.”

“Voe I-”

“Look at her,” She growled.

Eugenia turned to Voe who still looked confused, “When Bean and I were alive..I had a husband..”

“Donnie?” Voe asked.

“No no this was after him, he- he didn’t like me very much..he was more fond of..Bean- but at first he was like a father to her and I was all alone and couldn’t take care of her on my own and-”

“Get to it!” Cherri said. Bean glared at her. “I’ll stand in the corner.”

Eugenia kept looking at Voe whose face was now looking concerned. “When she got older..he- he became more fond of her, he wouldn’t even look at me anymore. He started to..to do things to Bean..”

Voe gulped, “Things?”

“Say it,” Bean told her. She was tired of sugar coating it, tired of the lies.

“He was raping her,” She looked down.

“And you knew about it,” Bean finished the statement.

“Wait? What?!” Voe was enraged.

“Now dear-” Alastor started but was cut off by Voe’s hand.

“You knew?! You knew your husband was abusing your daughter and you knew!” She yelled at Eugenia

“Just let me explain!” She pleaded.

“Explain?! And you!” The doe turned to her husband. “Did you know about this?!”

“More or less,” the radio demon shrugged.

“You let me be friends with a rapist apologist?!”

“I thought you could use a friend, and I only own her to make her life worse,” he explained.

“Ooo!!” Voe glared angrily at him.

Bean stood up slowly walking backwards, she didn’t feel good about this. She honestly didn’t know why she did it. Justice? Revenge? Bean was just tired of her mother living this lie, why should she have to suffer while Eugenia got to make this her personal safe haven. One thing Bean was certain of, her mother would not be safe. Not while she was here.

“Hey,” Cherri touched her shoulder. “You okay?”

Bean snatched away from her, “Don’t!” She yelled walking out of the room with Cherri right behind her.

“Voe I’m so sorry-”

“Why are you saying sorry to me?!” Voe stood up looking down at this woman who was supposed to be a mother. “You didn’t hurt me! You’re not my mother!”

“If you would just let me explain-”

“NO! Let me explain, and I want you to look at me when I tell you this,” The doe grabbed Eugenia’s face. “Do not come to my baby shower, do not come near or even breathe in my children’s fucking atmosphere when they arrive. Because if you do, I don’t care who tries to stop me, I will not hesitate to rip you into pieces. Okay? Okay,” she let go of her face, giving Eugenia a look of disgust before walking out of the room.

Alastor stood up, “That was quite the performance, I really like the part where you tried to explain your actions! Bravo!” He leaned down to Eugenia, his grin spreading across his face.

“Now it’s just you and I.”

“Bean! How many times do I have to say sorry?!” Cherri followed Bean into her room, almost getting hit by the door.

“I just want an explanation,” Bean turned to her. “Why?! Why would you go over there?!”

Cherri didn’t have an answer, “I just..I just wanted you to be happy, your mum gets to walk around making friends while you can’t even function most days! How is that fair?! I knew you would never do it yourself -”

“But I did! I did do it myself!” Bean cried.

Cherri stepped up to Bean, holding her face; “And I am so proud of you, and I'm so sorry that I almost took that away from you.”

Bean blushed staring at Cherri, she could feel her heart racing as they almost closed the space between them.

A knock at the door stopped them. “Bean? It’s Voe.” Cherri groaned. “I’m sorry about what happened, if you need someone to talk to..” a business card for a doctor was slipped under the door. “And I meant to give you this,” a ticket was slipped under the door next. “For the opening of ‘Annie’, I hope you can come.”

Bean walked over to the objects picking them up, she looked at the two. She had never gone to therapy, when she was alive it was not a good look if someone needed it. Next was the ticket, she couldn’t remember the last time she went to a musical.

Maybe she’d go.

“You wanna go to that play don’t you?” Cherri smirked.

“Maybe,” Bean smiled, then realized Cherri was opening her gift, “Is that my gift?!” She gasped.

“Sorry, I was curious,” she handed it to Bean.

It was a phone. The new V-phone. Seriously?! He couldn’t come to give her the phone in person?! He was such a coward!

“Hey,” Cherri came up behind her. “I wanna give you a haircut.”

“A what?” Bean was confused.

“A haircut,” she gave a devilish smile. “While I’m doin that I’m gonna teach you somethin called ‘Lead and Leave’.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vox could not believe that Bean hadn’t texted him all week! He had to learn through a sinstagram post that she was going to Voe the bitchy Beau’s production of “Annie”. The overlord saw this as a two for one, he’d confront Bean and see what a disaster the production was! It was brilliant!

The tv demon walked into the theater, it was full of posters of old musicals and musicals he’s never heard of, rose gold columns and the carpet was a dark pink. He scoffed, “Geez was this enough pink for ya?”

“Excuse me sir?” Vox turned, seeing an imp dressed in black. “May I show you to your seat?” Vox handed her the ticket before following her. They walked to the middle of the orchestra stopping on the left side, “Here we are, you’re the second seat in, enjoy the show,” The imp have him a playbill, looking like an actual Broadway playbill.

In the aisle seat a woman with shoulder length brown hair and a black dress was sitting there, “Pardon me my dear, I believe-” the woman turned around, it was Bean. She looked like she aged a few years, she looked great. “Oh great. You.”

Bean rolled her eyes, “Mr. Vaughn.”

“Yeah yeah, move that’s my seat,” Vox crossed his arms. Bean moved her legs, leaving little space to get by; Vox stared at her with a straight face, “I need more space.”

“This is all the space I can give,” she smirked. The tv demon growled, then walked by stepping on her foot, “OW! Jerk”. Bean glared at him as he sat with a smug grin on his face.

Bean had her arm on both arm rest, did she really need both? She had an aisle seat. Vox moved her arm, “This is my arm rest,” he smiled.

“My arm was here first,” Bean moved his arm.

“Oh you admit you stole my armrest,” he pushed her arm with his.

“Maybe you should’ve gotten here earlier! Then you’d have it”.

The two began fighting and bickering for the armrest, pushing each other’s arms off of it. They stopped when suddenly a hand grabbed them, Alastor appeared behind them.

“I want you two to know that the show starts in 3 minutes, if you do not quit this childish behavior I will eat your souls for ruining my woman’s production,” His voice was full of static making the two shiver. “I’ll take your silence as an understanding, enjoy the show,” he grinned before disappearing.

Vox rolled his eyes, “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he mumbled.

The lights dimmed as the show started. Every few minutes throughout the show Vox would see if Bean was looking at him, she was not. She was just watching the show, it couldn’t have been that good; the girl playing Annie was pitchy! Once the lights came back up for intermission, she turned to him.

“Is something wrong?” She asked.

“I’m glad you finally said something Miss Beatrice, I was starting to think you were ignoring me!” Vox glared at her.

“Yeah I was! I wasn’t playing into your bullshit!”

“Bullshit? So me getting you a new phone was bullshit?! That phone could’ve gone to an orphan Bean! And you didn’t even say thank you,” He crossed his arms.

“Maybe I wanted to say thank you to your face,” she finally answered. “But instead you let whatever rivalry make you a coward to the point where you couldn’t even come see me!”

Vox glared at her, “Well if you would’ve texted me! I would’ve came-”

“I meant before the phone! I don’t care about the phone! Or any other gifts! I wanted to see YOU!” Her voice cracked. “I was in a lot of pain and I still am! And not just from being abducted or from the acid rain..”

The overlord stayed silent, sitting back in his seat, “How was I supposed to know that you wanted to see me?” He mumbled.

Bean turned his head to her, “Because you see everything, but you won’t ever see me,” she stood up, walking away.

“Oh shit,” Vox slid down in his seat.

What a fucking night.

“Rosie! Rosie! Over here!” Paparazzi were taking pictures of the overlord and the other actors and actresses.

Bean tried getting to the front of the crowd, she wasn’t leaving without an autograph from Rosie. She was her favorite part, she had played Miss Hannigan so well! It took her back to when she went to NYC for the very first time with her elementary school, it was all phenomenal. Finally squeezing her way to the front of the cheering crowd Bean looked for Rosie, she was beginning to get disappointed, thinking she probably missed her until..

“Excellent performance Rosie! No one else could’ve played Miss Hannigan better than you,” Bean heard Vox’s voice, she turned, seeing them a few feet away. She’s made her way over, forgetting about the tension with Vox, Bean was getting this autograph.

“Oh stop it!” Rosie chuckled. “I better be the highlight of Vox-2-Nite, since you found me so amazing!”

“Anything for the Star,” Vox smirked, handing her a bouquet of flowers.

Bean stood a few feet away, waiting for them to final, “Oh these are lovely!” Rosie turned her head seeing the blue sinner, “Hello sweetie, can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Bean,” she walked up to her. “I saw you in the show and wanted an autograph-”

“You’re Bean?!” Rosie looked shocked.

“You two have met?” Vox asked.

“I’ve been hearing so much about you young lady! Pleasure to meet you!” She smiled, shaking Bean’s hand.

She was stunned, an overlord like Rosie knew her?! This was such an honor, “Pleasure to meet you too,” Bean smiled.

Vox looked at the two women, he didn’t know Rosie knew her, well Rosie somehow knew everyone.

“Such a beautiful young lady!” Rosie beamed at a blushing Bean. “Can’t believe you ditched a pretty girl like this Vox! I’m disappointed,” Rosie handed the flowers back to him before going back to Bean.

“I thought you were fantastic in the show! I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you came on stage!” Bean smiled forgetting Vox was there.

“Takes years of practice to be so fabulous! I could teach you a thing or two if you’d like,” she suggested.

This excited Bean, “Really?!”

“Of course! You’re welcome to stop by my emporium any time!”

The Tv demon cleared his throat, “Well I’ll leave you ladies to it-”

“Vox! You’re gonna let her go home by herself?” Rosie put her hands on her hips.

Vox’s eyes darted around, “Umm..”

“Who am I kidding! Of course you aren’t!” Rosie laughed, before stopping. “Now Vox, be the gentleman that I know is deep inside somewhere and take Bean home.”

Bean stayed silent blushing, she wasn’t gonna deny a free ride, but Vox surely wasn’t gonna agree-

“Okay,” He responded. Bean’s eyes widened.

“Good,” Rosie smiled before turning to Bean, and signing her playbill, “I’ll be seeing you soon missy.” She handed it back.

“Yes ma’am,” Bean held her playbill close to her chest.

“Take care you two, Ruby! I can’t believe you made it! Whose this fine gentleman?!” Rosie called to another sinner before walking away.

It was awkward for a second, then Bean turned to Vox. “Ladies first,” he opened the limo door letting her in.

“Why thank you, how chivalrous of you,” She pretended to talk all proper.

Vox chuckled, shaking his head.

He thought seeing Bean again would be a disaster..

Maybe this was fate.

This was a mistake.

The car ride from the theater was quiet. Vox didn’t know why Rosie suggested he take Bean home, apparently it was the “gentleman” thing to do. What did she know about being a gentleman? She was literally a woman, he kept glancing up from his phone at Bean, she was staring out the window. Her wished Vel and Val were up, he can’t believe the show ran so late; some show Voe the stupid Doe put on, back in his day Broadway shows were like 2 hours the show lasted at least 2 years-

“Did you like the show?” Bean interrupted Vox’s internal rant.

“Huh?” He asked.

“Did you enjoy the show Mr. Vaughn?” She repeated smiling at him, he couldn’t put his finger on it but she seemed different, like she had seen things and shit like that.

“I guess, the girl playing Annie was a bit pitchy, don’t know where Voe found these people,” He rolled his eyes, then looked back at Bean who had her arms crossed. “But the musical itself was good, I can’t remember the last time I went to a show, what did you think Miss Beatrice?”

“Best production of Annie I’ve ever seen,” She smiled.

“Oh yeah,” the overlord scoffed. “And how many productions of ‘Annie’ have you seen?”

“Well Annie came out in the late 70s which I recall is when I was born..I’ve been to see Annie on a school trip in the 3rd and 4th grade for ‘Awesome Attendance’, and if I also recall you died 1950 which is like 30 years before it existed-"

“Wrong, you’re wrong,” He smirked. “True I never watched the show but I listened to it,” Vox stared at her confused reaction. “Before ‘Annie’ was ‘Little Orphan Annie’ it played on the radio when I was in my early 20s, so I think I win,” he booped her nose.

Bean blew raspberries at him, “That just shows your age old man.”

Vox was offended, “Old? Shouldn’t you have grandchildren by now?”

“Shouldn’t you have GREAT grandkids by now?” She smirked. The sinners laughed.

“Wow..look at you, you seem like a new woman tonight,” he smirked.

Bean’s demeanor changed, she was now a blushing mess, and not looking at him; she had shown too much almost forgetting what he did to her.

“Bean come on,” Vox sighed, sounding annoyed.

“What?!” She snapped at him. “You can’t just do this! You can’t treat me like shit then expect me to just move on to Little Orphan Annie!”

“What the fuck do you mean?! We were on that topic! We just came from seeing fucking Annie!”

“Um..Mr. Vox?” The driver said nervously.

“What?!” His voice was distorted.

“We’re here.”

Bean looked out the window, “This isn’t my home, this is V-Tower- what the fuck Vox!” She punched his arm.

“Don’t fucking hit me!”Vox grabbed her wrist.

“What are you gonna MAKE me?” She glared at him.

His anger kind of faded at that remark, Vox understood why she was so distrustful of him. He let her go.

Bean sighed, she felt ridiculous. “I’m sorry I hit you, of course you didn’t do this on purpose!” She covered her face embarrassed. “I’m being stupid.”

“I’m sorry for using my powers on you, I was upset that you weren’t listening and everyone listens to me and I’m deeply sorry..” he looked down, he hoped the driver didn’t hear any of that, ah he’d take care of it later.

“Awe..” Bean touched his hand. “I don’t listen to anyone.”

Vox looked at her confused before she burst out laughing and her followed her. “You are somethin’ else Miss Beatrice,” he laughed.

“Oh Mr. Vaughn you flatter me,” she waved him off. “It’s getting late, I’m sure your driver can drop me off at my actual home.”

“I suppose that’d be alright,” Vox smiled. “Have a good night,” he went to kiss her hand but instead his brain made a wrong turn and pecked her on the lips. The tv demon pulled away as quickly as it happened.

They stared at each other before Bean snapped out of her trance, “Oh my gosh! What did you do?!” She was in shock, this was not part plan.

“Kissed you good night..I think,” Vox shrugged trying to brush off his shock.

“Oh no no no this wasn’t supposed to happen!” Bean shook her head.

“Excuse me? Happen?” Vox raised an eyebrow.

“Lead and Leave, that's what Cherri told me to do.”

“Yeah, I don’t know who that is” He rolled his eyes.

“She’s my friend,” She was appalled.

“Who I don’t know.”

Bean was confused and she didn’t know what to do, “I need some air,” she got out of the limo with Vox right behind her.

“Wait!” He grabbed her. “How about you I don’t know kiss me back? To make it even.”

“That’s a horrible idea!” She whined.

“Fine! Then how about you come upstairs and we can have tea or something or coffee, whatever you want,” he shrugged.

Bean looked up at the building, then at Vox, then at the limo; “My feet are killing me,” she smiled a little.

“That a girl,” he winked at her. She rolled her eyes as they walked into the tower.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SMUT!🚨 (skip bold font if uncomfortable)

As Vox promised it was only coffee, coffee and them talking; which Bean was relieved about. She sat on the island in his kitchen laughing at his jokes and talking about basically nothing, however she suddenly wanted to disengage from the conversation and be in her thoughts. This would happen, where she’d stop engaging in the conversation and go off into her own world; it usually happened with a group so it was weird for it to happen to with her and one other person.

“So,” Vox broke the short silence. “What happened while you were-"

“I’d rather not talk about it,” she looked down.

“You’d rather not talk about anything huh,” he leaned on the island.

“Fine, let’s keep talking about Annie-"

“No, there is only so much you can say about that little red headed child,” he groaned. “How’s your coffee?”

“Fine,” she said, not looking at him.

“Fine?” He stood in front of her. “I put my blood, sweat and coffee maker into this coffee and it’s just ‘fine’?”

Vox was in Bean’s face at this point. Her whole body at this point was heating up, she didn’t know what to do or say so she decided to get even, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips, then pulled away, “I decided to get-“ before she finished Vox pulled her back kissing her, Bean was surprised at first but came to realize that she needed him, at least for tonight. She kissed him back, it was silent the only thing that was heard was moaning as their kissing became passionate. Vox’s hands began to slowly roam Bean’s body, going from boobs to her thighs, his hand pushed up her dress; she could feel her skin on her cool countertop. Vox moved from her lips to her neck, slowly licking to her collarbone, Bean bit her lip moaning putting her legs around his waist, she could start to feel her crotch wet and her nipples hardened as he bit her neck.

He pulled her closer to him, she gasped when he picked her up, holding her by her butt. Within minutes Vox had Bean up against his bedroom wall slowly grinding into her, “I want you, I want you right now,” he moaned into her mouth.

Bean smirked, “I don’t know if I believe you,” she moaned feeling his boner against her clit. Vox’s dick hardened at this challenge, he pulled her dress strap down revealing her boob; she moans as he puts it into his mouth, “Vox..” he goes under her dress moving her wet panties to the side beginning to rub her swollen clitoris, “Fuck!” She gasps not able to contain herself any longer, he smirks licking her nipple.

“Come here,” Vox tossed the sinner on the bed before removing his bow tie and blazer and vest. Bean sat up biting her lip as he started undoing his shirt, then his phone rang. She felt instant disappointment, but it quickly faded as he declined it tossing his phone across the room, and taking his shirt off revealing his pecs, which Vox was very proud of, “Where were we?” He pulled Bean to him before kissing up her inner thighs, she giggled as he started biting her. The closer he got to her pussy the wetter she got.

Bean gripped the sheets feeling his warm tongue play with her clit, “Fuck..uh..fuck me..” She moaned squeezing and playing with her nipples, the amount of heat in the room was overwhelming, she pulled her dress over her head throwing it to side; leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

Vox looked her body, seeing her like this made him want to devour her, he wanted to see this body every time he woke up. Vox slid his thick tongue inside her wet cavity as his hand wandered up to her boob, Bean moaned loudly gripping onto his back practically clawing at it, he continued eating her out as she began to grind into his face. He took his free hand undoing his pants, he pulled out his thick blue dick and started masturbating.

“Fuck Vox! I need you!” She screamed in pleasure. “I need you!”

He smirked climbing on top of her, “Say it again,” he put his hand around her throat, putting his thumb on her lips.

“I need you,” She moaned.

“You need me?” He rubbed his dick on her clit and around her entrance.

“Fuck! Yes!” Bean pleaded before Vox lifted her leg, sliding himself inside her. She gasped feeling his member stretch her insides, he began slowly thrusting leaning down to kiss her as she moaned in his mouth, “Holy shit..Fuck..Vox..” She latched onto his back.

Vox moaned thrusting deeper, “You like that?” He began kissing and biting her neck.

“Yes..don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” she moaned.

“You’re so beautiful,” Vox began thrusting faster. “I don’t want anyone else to have you,” He moaned. “Not Val, not Vel, not Alastor! No one!” He thrusted harder.

Bean was barely listening to what he said she was in euphoria, “Yes! Fuck! Right there! Fuck Vox!” She was so close to the end when Vox flipped them over so she was on top, it was so unexpected; she had never been on top, not even when working but she couldn’t stop now. She moved her hips, grinding on his dick.

“Fuck baby, that’s it,” Vox moaned watching her ride him.

For a second it was scary, but seeing someone beneath her for a change was..exciting.

Vox noticed the smirk on Bean’s face as she went faster starting to claw at his chest, it was a different side of her.. and it was hot. He started grabbing her breasts watching her completely destroy him, “Fuck, give it to daddy!”

“Yeah daddy? You like that? Huh?!” She rode him harder pushing him to the edge.

“Fuck Bea!” He sat up thrusting into her .

“Vox!” She moaned, as Vox continued to thrust and she continued to grind. “Fuck! I’m coming! I’m so close!”

“Come for me! Come for me right now!” He growled as he came inside her. Bean gasped having an orgasm all over his cock.

They stared at each other panting, before bursting out into laughter.

What a fucking night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Donnie are you full?” Ruby smiled, cutting into a large cake. “Do you have room for dessert- oh!” She was startled by Donnie standing behind her, she gave a sigh of relief, “You frightened me,” Ruby noticed his eyes were looking towards the door to her condo. “What is it?” He gestured for her to follow him before leaving.

The two walked downstairs to the back of the club quietly, there was a knock at the door that startled them. The overlord pushed Donnie towards the door to open it, he rolled his eyes before cautiously opening the door.

There stood Annalise.

“Mama!” She smiled, holding her arms out for Ruby.

“Mwen ti chéri!” Ruby smiled, pushing Donnie out of the way.

Translation: My baby!

She picked the little girl up, hugging her, “How did you get here?!”

Ruby noticed a note in the cannibal girl’s dress pocket.

So glad you could make it to the show! I can see a friendship with you in the near future! Here’s something to show my appreciation, if you wanna show yours let’s have coffee tomorrow to discuss it.

-Rosie

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