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OMG I need pregnant reader x bat boys

That first one was so good thank you for that!! 🩷🩷

Pregnant Reader x Bat Boys (drabble)

This is part 2 to You Want A Baby?

AN: Ahh this was so highly requested I'm sorry it took so long. Also i've never really done a drabble and this is defiantly too long but I wanted to feed y'all as best I could.

Warnings: Pregnancy (duh), child birth, talks of sex?, not proof read (sry after writing Young Love Old Money 5 last night my hands hurt)

Of course your mates got you pregnant on the first try. They were the three most powerful males in the Night Court.

The day you found out was like any other, you were quietly reading while Cassian and Azriel were in Windhaven and Rhys was busy doing paperwork.

The sickness had been building all day and at finally come to it's precipice.

After about an hour of throwing up you went to see Madja who confirmed you were indeed pregnant.

You wanted to run home and tell Rhys right away but it didn't seem fair to your other two mates

So you warded yourself to keep your scent hidden and waited till Azriel and Cassian got home.

You sat on the edge of the bed the waiting for the boys to come to bed, clad in nothing but my black silk nightgown (this one was a present from Rhys)

The boys stalked in and the picture of me sitting innocently on our shared bed had them taking their shirts off.

It wasn't uncommon for you all to release built up tension after a long hard day, especially when the boys had to deal with Devlon.

"Wait there's something I wanna show you first," you smile standing up.

"Something you want to show us?" Rhys laughed knowing that when it came to the bedroom it was often the other way around.

You couldn't keep from smirking as you let the ward around me drop, my scent filling the room.

They inhaled long and slow before their eyes snapped open.

"You're?" Azriel asked.

"Pregnant," you smile watching as a million emotions float across their faces.

A beat of silence passes and then...

"WOOO HOOO!" Cassian roared. "We did it brothers!" he boasted clapping each of them on the back.

All of them came over to me to give me sniff, as if your new scent was addicting. You had to crane your neck up to meet all their happy faces.

"How far along are you?" Rhys asked caressing my face.

"Not very, only 6 weeks," you. smile feeling their warm hands roam my body.

"Well you certainly smell good," Azriel smiles burying his nose in my hair.

"Really?" you ask.

"YES," they all said in unison.

Cassian's hands find the hem of the night gown and start to lift it up peering underneath curiously.

"Cassain if you even think about putting your dick anywhere near her right now I will fucking kill you," Rhys growls.

"I'm not I'm trying to see if she's showing yet," Cassian said, eyes squinting.

"Cass it's too early for her to be showing," Azriel laughed at his brothers antics.

"Well she defiantly is, take a look." Cassian smiled pulling me flush to him and lifting my nightgown more so his brothers could see.

Rhys and Azriel squinted their eyes, clearly trying to see what wasn't there as Cass slid a hand over my belly.

"Cassian darling I think that's just my dinner," you laugh.

"speaking of dinner did you eat enough?" Rhys asked.

and so it began.

Ever since the boys had found out all chaos had erupted.

At first they wanted you to stay in the townhouse at all times. Literally locking you up and throwing away the key

That idea took you a long time to talk them out of but eventually you did.

Then came Rhys arguing that you needed at least 5 wards. Which Cassian and Azriel objected to as they wanted full access to you AND the baby.

Evetually you all settled on one ward. Strong enough to keep threats at bay, but weak enough so Cass and Az could touch you and your bump whenever they liked.

Speaking of bump, Cassian was determined to do a bump update everyday.

The man was DYING to see you with a bump.

"You think the baby will have wings?" you asked innocently while we all laid in bed.

Every night it was a fight for who got to sleep next to you as you unfortunately had an odd number of mates.

"Of course it'll have wings, look at it's fathers," Azriel smirked rubbing a hand over your belly.

"I don't know I wasn't in my Illyrian form when it was conceived," Rhysand states, his words reverberation through me from where my head was perched on his chest.

"Pfft please, I already told you it's mine," Cassian boasted from behind Rhys, clearly being an instigator since he wasn't getting to sleep next to me tonight.

"Cassian," Azriel warns.

"I know , I know. We don't care who got her knocked up just so long as she IS knocked up," Cassian smirks.

"Okay but what if the baby doesn't have wings?" I ask once more.

"Then we'll fuck another one into you until you have one that does," Rhys smiled pressing a kiss to my brow

"Oh we're putting another one in her either way. I want a whole litter of children." Cassian divuldged.

"You want that princess?" Azriel asked rubbing lazy circles over my barley there bump.

"Yeah I think I do." I smile.

The boys were territorial when you were barley showing, but the second the numerous dresses Rhys bought you couldn't cover the bump that's when things got scary.

The shadows. The fucking shadows

They were fucking everywhere.

Azriel had been freaking out ever since your guys walk the other day.

You had been taking in the fresh air of spring when a unknowing passerby slammed into you nearly knocking you over.

"WATCH IT!" Azriel screamed in his face his grip on the mans shirt like a vice.

The poor shopkeeper just about wet himself before running off.

"Now was that really necessary?" you asked, crumbs falling out of your mouth from the 3rd chocolate croissant you had eaten that day.

"He nearly knocked down my pregnant mate, he's lucky I let him off with a warning," Azriel murmured clearly still pissed.

"You Illyrian babies," I roll my eyes finsishing off the croissant.

Azriel just sighed and dug his hand into the paper sack to pull out my 4th pastry.

Ever since then his shadows seemed to follow you everywhere.

If you dropped something? The shadows would pick it up.

If you had troubles walking? there was always a dark mass helping you to the bathroom for the 10th time that day.

Every time the baby kicked? The shadows swirled around you to make sure you were okay.

And boy did that baby kick...

Cassian was the first to feel it.

It was a rainy night at home, Cassian was sleeping next to your belly whispering sweet nothings to it when it happened. He nearly jumped out of his skin, and you nearly did too from the pain.

"Ahh!" you hissed in pain.

"Darling what is it? Are you hurt?" Rhys fussed, leaving his desk to be there in an instant.

"What did you do?" Azriel growled at Cassian who was still staring wide eyed at your bump.

"I'm fine he didn't do anything. The baby is just kicking." I grit out feeling another thump.

I blindly reach out and grab one of my mates hands and press it to my stomach.

I watched as the scarred hand flinched at the kick.

"Oh my god I can feel it," Azriel beamed, his eyes glassing over.

"Move I want to feel," Rhys ordered

Azriel was too hypotized to care.

"I am your High Lord, move" Rhys ordered once more and I swear the room shook.

"I'm getting kinda tired of that phrase too aren't you Cass?" Azriel rolled his eyes.

"Yeah she's our mate too," cassian grumbled.

They spent the night taking turns getting to feel the baby which became a nightly occurrence.

Out of all your mates Rhys was the most doting. He had an entire wing built onto the townhouse for the baby.

He even used his magic to enchant the ceiling of the nursery to look like the night sky so it would be starfall in there every night.

Rhys didn't like to admit it, but he loved baby shopping with you.

"Oh Rhys look at this one can we get it?" you smile holding up a little onesie.

"Yes darling of course," he chuckled in amusement, he had probably heard that phrase a million times.

Your eyes scanned the shop of onesies and cribs, you already nearly everything in the store. But the shop owner always made sure to let you know when there was a new shipment as she knew Rhys would buy his pregnant mate just about anything she asked for.

"Oh my god Rhys please the baby is going to need this," I shout holding up the bat plushy. "Please, please, please, pleaseeeee"

Rhys laughs walking over to me to take my hands in his.

"Darling how many times do I have to tell you? You can have whatever you want." he smiles placing a hand on my bump and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Fae labor was no joke, there wasn't a single aspect that didn't hurt like hell.

Rhys didn't send Cassian or Azriel away on any missions in the weeks leading up to your due date so they could be there.

Your water broke when you were standing in the kitchen reaching for a glass on the top shelf.

The scream you let out is enough to have Cassian running in from the other room.

"What is it princess? Are you okay?" He asked kneeling down to where I sat on the floor.

"The baby is coming," I winced through the pain, taking Cassian's hand in mine and squeezing with all my might.

That was the good thing about having big, strong Illyrian's as mates. They were fucking durable.

"oh shit," Cassain murmered his eyes searching for some kind of answer of what to do. "RHYS! AZRIEL! THE BABY IS COMING!"

My other two mates winnowed there are lighting speed from where ever they were in the house.

It wasn't long until Rhys had me in his arms winnowing us all to Madja.

"Help her please," he pleaded, my cries of pain clearly affecting him.

Madja had Rhys bring me into the birthing suite and lay me down. I could see the worry on all my mates eyes as they watched me write in pain, sweat grazing my brow.

"How can we help?" Azriel pleaded.

"You can't, you must leave us to work," she said referring to the other healers already pressing cold towels to my face.

"Over my dead body do I leave her side right now," Cassian grumbled.

"Do you want her to die? You'll only be in the way general. Use your head." she argued ushering them out and locking the doors.

The hours in between the closing of the doors and finally giving birth were brutal, not only for yo but for your mates.

They sat outside the door and listened to your screams the entire time.

Azriel nearly ripped his hair out from the sounds of them.

They nearly jumped to their feet at the sound of a baby crying from inside.

But then they heard you a screaming again.

Any happiness died out.

After a few minutes they heard the baby crying again and your screams stopped.

15 minutes later Madja came out holding not one but two small bundles in her arms.

"congratulations, you are the proud fathers of two healthy baby boys," she beamed.

Twins

Rhys and Cassian took the twin boys in their arms, as Azriel was too scared to touch them at first.

"They have wings," Cassian beamed running his hand over the tiny wings.

"Is she?" Rhys asked Madja.

"The mother is perfectly healthy. She needs to nurse the babies, but she insisted that I bring them to you first." Madja smiled.

"can we see her?" Azriel asked.

"Of course you can," Madja said.

The boys carried the twin babies in to see you once more.

You reached out your hands for the one in Rhys arms, the oldest, by a few minutes. He gave him to you and thankfully he latched right away.

"You did so well mate," Azriel said placing a kiss on your forehead.

"How did you boys manage to put twins in me on the first try?" You rasped out, voice still horse.

"If you recall it was no small feat," Cassain smiled.

After feeding them both you slept soundly.

While Cassain and Rhys might've been the first to hold your sons, Azriel was the first one to fall asleep with them. One in each arm.

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heartpascal · 1 year

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the crooked kind

▹ — joel miller x platonic!f!reader

▹ — summary: you were sarah’s best friend, and you reunite with joel years after outbreak day.

▹ — a/n: erm. i love him. again not my best writing but i love this concept sm. also yes now i know there is an audience for father figure joel u will be getting so much of him

▹ — warnings: reader had major family troubles, pre-outbreak & post-outbreak, father figure joel, reader is injured, stab wound, referenced raiders/hunters, bill being hostile as usual, frank being a sweetie

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25th September, 2003.

After a long shower at the Miller’s house, you got changed and went downstairs to face them, the same anxiety you always felt when this happened arose in your chest. They were in the kitchen waiting for you, matching frowns on both Sarah and her dad’s face. You smiled tightly at them, grabbing the box of food Sarah held out for you.

“Guys, it’s fine! I can’t stay here forever.” You told them lightly, trying to lift the heavy mood that always fell over the three of you when you had to go back to your own house.

“You could! Couldn’t she, dad?” Sarah asked, turning to her dad and knowing the answer before he even said it.

“‘Course you could, kid. You know you’re a part of the family.” Joel supplied, making it even harder to maintain the certain and confident front you always put on when it was time to leave.

You heard the tires of the truck pulling up outside their house, and the truck door slamming shut as Tommy stepped out, his frown matching Sarah and Joel’s, too. He grabbed the box of food from your hand and put it in the bag on your back, clapping a gentle hand on your shoulder and squeezing as you smiled at him.

“Time to go,” you said, and rolled your eyes with a watery smile as you looked at the sulking expression Sarah wore, “C’mon, Sar. I’ll see you at school tomorrow!”

Nobody responded to your words, and their silence clearly conveyed their thoughts, but what about tonight? You were all aware of how much your family disliked when you stayed at the Miller’s but sometimes, you’d rather face their anger when you returned than any extra time at your own house. Aside from the people who lived there, you also never knew if there would be any water, which is why you always took a shower before leaving the Miller’s. You’d likely be back by this time next week, but it never made leaving easier.

You had once tried to stay at your best friend’s for longer, going on a few weeks, but when you had returned to your house to grab some more clothes, your parents had kicked off. Shouting, screaming, throwing things, the likes. They had yelled in your face that they would call the police on Joel, say he had kidnapped you, was keeping you away from home.

The last thing you wanted was the man who was essentially your own dad going to jail because of you.

It’s better this way, you had decided, because there was no other way. You were lucky your parents let you out of the house at all at this point. Every time you took a bundle of clothes stuffed into the bottom of your school bag you were chancing your luck, but you just couldn’t help it. Staying at Sarah’s gave you the experience of a loving family that you so badly wanted. A warm house, cooked food, and working water didn’t hurt, either.

“Let’s go, kid.” Tommy said, giving you a tight lipped smile. He didn’t want you to go back, either, but neither Miller men were willing to let you walk there. Tommy took you home every time, all of you knowing that Joel was much more likely to snap if your parents showed their faces.

“See you guys later! Happy birthday for tomorrow, Joel!” You waved at Sarah and Joel as you headed out of the front door, throwing a wave behind you and hearing them call out their own goodbyes.

You and Tommy sat in silence for the first few minutes of the drive, before he glanced in your direction, saying, “Listen, if you need anything, give us a call. I’m gonna be out tomorrow but Joel will be about. But hey, you need a bit of extra muscle? I’ll be there.”

You smiled at him, thankful to have such a supportive family who had your back at every turn.

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Joel sighed as he gripped the steering wheel in his hand, waiting for his brother to finish up the paperwork he had to sign. When Tommy finally approached the truck, Joel turned to him with a dark look, annoyance clear in the curve of his eyebrows.

“Listen, Joel, I’m sorry!” Tommy told him immediately, reluctantly pulling his seatbelt over his chest and holding his hands up as if he was surrendering. “That fucker said her name and I just snapped, man.”

Tommy must have seen the way Joel’s face dropped, because he felt anxiety warm up in his chest as Joel said your name, his expression telling them both that something was very wrong. He remembered the crease to Sarah’s eyebrows when he had finally gotten home, the way she’d told him that you hadn’t been in school, and she felt like something was off.

“She wasn’t at school today.” said Joel, his eyes almost unfocused as all the possibilities for the why flashed in his mind, he completely missed the way Tommy’s jaw set.

The sound of guns going off in the police station sent both of their heads whirling around in alarm, with Tommy reaching back for the box that was kept under the driver’s seat. “What the…” he mumbled, eyes flashing with the fire that had started across the road. It was when they started hearing the helicopters and dozens of military and coppers swarming the street that the two Miller’s realised something was very wrong. “Shit, Sarah!”

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23rd May, 2013.

Your arm was throbbing with pain, and you were sure something was fractured at the least. Not to mention the warm red blood that was dripping down from your shoulder, basically the only thing providing you with any heat in the all-encompassing cold. Or maybe all the blood leaving you was what was making you feel so cold. You weren’t sure.

It was the first time in a while that you had left your QZ, and you were ambitious, aiming to travel all the way to the Boston QZ with as little trouble as you could manage. Of course, you hadn’t counted on the people, the raiders and hunters who tried to kill you to steal all the supplies you didn’t have. You were lucky to make it out alive, really. You hadn’t felt very lucky for a long time.

It had been at least thirteen hours since you were attacked, and you knew you wouldn’t make it much further. Already, you were feeling lightheaded, woozy, like the ground was reaching up for you, but you powered on, seeing the glint of a metal fence up ahead.

The wiring at the top told you that it was electric, which you wouldn’t have been worried about if the buzzing didn’t echo in your ears, meaning it actually had electricity.

You pushed lightly against where there was a gate, a keypad there to unlock it. These days, you wouldn’t be able to bet on it being a simple 1, 2, 3, 4. Clearly, this was somebody’s home, and they didn’t take lightly to intruders. Your head dropped against the metal, the metal warm from the sun, and you were glad that only the barbed wire at the top was electric.

Your luck clearly hadn't lasted very long, as you heard the sounds of two guns clicking, the safety turning off.

“Who are you?” A man’s gruff voice asked, and you moved your head from the fence to look at the man stood at the front, “What do you want?” His striking blue eyes tore through you, looking for any sign of a threat, but you didn’t pose much of one in your current state.

“Jesus, Bill, let the girl in, she’s gonna die out there!” A friendlier voice called out, approaching the two men already stood in front of you.

“Or, she could kill us in here.” Bill said, eyes not moving from where you stood, narrowing as you put your hands up in a motion of surrendering.

Your eyes fluttered for a second, and you nodded at the man, understanding of his caution. “I—I’m just looking to get to the QZ. Boston.” You spoke, voice dry and cracking, having only been used when you had yelled out at the people who had attacked you, and that was hours ago. You were dehydrated, tired, and hurt. “Could you point me in the direction?”

“She’s not gonna make it that far.” A woman, who you hadn't noticed approaching, said, eyebrows raised as she looked from the other newcomer to Bill. A part of you knew she was right, knew that you probably wouldn’t make it another fifty steps of the way, but god, you’d come this far, and you really didn’t want to die.

“Bill.” The man prompted, eyebrows raised as he gestured toward the gate. “Just let her in, you can always… shoot her if she tries anything.”

“And I will.” Bill threatened, glaring at you even as you nodded in agreement.

“I’m not infected,” You supplied, because it was the best you could do, “Got a nasty stab wound, little while ago.”

Bill grumbled, sending the man who was trying to help you back into the town for something, and he continued his annoyed mumbling even as he opened the gate, tapping in a code and holding his gun up to your head as you took a step forward. You stilled, eyes following him as he approached, gun still raised, and held a tester to your neck, only huffing as it flashed green.

“Come on in, honey.” The kind man said, approaching your side and helping you stumble your way into their safe haven. You swayed, even with his help, and he frowned at you.

“You sure about this, Bill?” asked the other man, who hadnt spoken before now. You hadn’t really taken much notice of him, too focused on the people speaking to you in hopes that the world might show you a bit of kindness.

“Joel?” You croaked out, eyes going wide and your legs becoming numb as you stared at the man in shock. The guns immediately rose back up to your face, and they glared at you suspiciously, with the man who had been helping you stepping aside with one look from Bill, even if it was with some reluctance. “Joel— It’s you, I can’t believe it’s really you.”

They all stared at you, none of them daring to speak for a few moments. The woman stared at Joel, trying to communicate with him through eye contact alone.

“She—she fixed it. Didn’t she?” You said numbly, feeling like you were going to pass out, but unable to take your eyes off of the cracked watch that sat on his wrist. Sarah had told you her plan for his birthday, even if you’d never gotten to see it in action, but it was broken again.

Recognition seemed to seep into Joel’s eyes, and his gun lowered slightly. He said your name like a question, like your face was an answer he couldn’t work out.

In a single moment, his gun was dropped to his side, and he surged forward, pulling you into his arms. You held onto him just as tightly, or as tightly as you could manage with your fucked up arm, and blinked away tears as you squeezed your hands together behind his back.

His hand held the back of your head, keeping you close to him as he let out a breath. “Fuck.” He said, the words watery with tears you were sure he refused to let out. “I was sure you were dead. The houses on your street were on fire, I—…” He trailed off, pulling away to hold your face in his rough hands.

You forgot all your pain for a moment, eyes full of tears from something else, something like relief, “I got away, my—my dad was arrested and my mom went to get him. When I got to yours, you were all gone.”

He swallowed guiltily, eyes looking over your grown face. You looked so different, so… you looked like an adult.

You looked around at the town, wondering which one belonged to the Miller’s, “Where— where’s Sarah?”

Joel flinched, hands squeezing your cheeks once more, before he shook his head, looking away before he pulled you back to him once again.

“Oh.” You gulped, swallowing down the grief you had already felt for the Miller’s that rose back up, trying to sweep you away.

“Can somebody explain what the fuck is going on?” The woman asked, the first of Joel’s group to speak up since your unexpected reunion. She looked between you and Joel and the two men, as if one of you could answer all of her questions.

You looked up at Joel, and he felt like he was going to be sick, the memories of you doing that before the world had gone to shit hitting him like a brick to the face. He remembered the way you would smile at him, a grin that matched Sarah’s, like the two of you were born as sisters, and not just chosen sisters.

“I…” You began, stepping out of Joel’s arms to face the group and explain, but that wave of nausea hit you, the adrenaline from finding Joel seeping from your body, leaving you feeling like you were about to step into death’s doorway. “Okay, um, let me—”

Joel stepped forward, and you fell into him, with him picking you up like he used to do with you and Sarah before. It hit him then, with how you were heavier, and how he hadn’t done this for anyone in years, but he still managed.

“I—I’ll explain, after.” He said, the words echoing in your ears as your eyes fluttered, the last of your long-winded fight or flight leaving you as you rested in your dad’s arms, feeling like perhaps you’d wake up in the bed beside Sarah’s, and everything that had happened in the past decade would have been nothing but a dream. “Frank?” He prompted, letting the man lead him to wherever he thought would be best suitable to patch you up.

That sickening feeling crept up on Joel again, the situation being horribly reminiscent of outbreak day, almost like your weight was Sarah’s own, and his shaking fingers being from fear and not shock. He hated it, that the feeling of regaining a daughter was so similar to the loss of his other.

He felt a hand on his shoulder as he followed Frank, and glanced to his side to see Tess, and allowed himself to feel the slightest comfort at the nod she gave him.

Your eyes blinked open, and you looked at him through bleary eyes, “I’ve missed you, dad.” You told him, not missing the heartache in his eyes as he looked at you, but he smiled. It was thin, watery, and barely there, but you saw it.

“Kid, you got no idea.” He sighed out, focusing on getting you fixed up before he could start crying.

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mrsparrasblog · 6 days

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You're losing me pt. 5

prev. part. first part.

TW: Gun, violence, mentioned rape, gaslighting, medic is shit

It was your last day on sick leave, so you spent it grading papers, cuddling with Winston, and getting distracted by Kyle's messages and his slutty pictures. You were so thankful for Kyle; he never pressed you for what happened with Johnny, just distracted you.

After you send a picture of Winston you heard the bell ringing and rolled your eyes. You knew Kyle never listened when you said not to come over, even though you really needed that time alone right now. Johnny is an artist, even though he didn't admit it, and so was being in a relationship with him. It was like being in a colorful picture, so vibrant. But since you left him, it felt like someone drained out the color; the painting is black and white, no longer golden.

You went to the door, opened it, and to your surprise, it wasn’t Kyle behind the door. She was there, her eyes puffy and red.

"What do you want?" If she was there to humiliate you, you’re going to throw up. You shortly texted Ky that she was there.

"I wanted to talk to you, I need your help," she sobbed.

Simon always called you one of the nicest people on earth, but right now, it was enough of being nice. "Well, you can ask Johnny for help." You tried to shut your door, but her foot was already between the frame.

"He is the problem."

"What, did he leave you?" you snorted out.

"He threatened to kill me because of the baby." You clearly misheard her. This can't be true, as if you can do anything against Johnny, and as if Johnny would do something against his own teammate.

"Baby?"

"Yes, I'm pregnant, three months." She rubs her nonexistent belly in front of you. Three months? Johnny cheated on you for three months? And a baby? No, this can't be true. Johnny loves babies; he’d never kill a pregnant woman, none of them.

"And he is threatening you?" You asked while slowly trying to pull out your phone again. You knew Si would be here in 4 minutes if you called him.

"Yes, he wants to tell everyone that I raped him, just so I get an abortion." With that, you burst out laughing. This was the worst joke you ever heard. When she wanted you to pull you away from him for real.

"Do you really think I'm that stupid to believe this shit now leave my apartment before I call the police." You already pulled out your phone to dial the number of the police, who are you kidding, dial the number of Simon. Simon and John always explained if something happens to you, call them instead of the police, they solve your problem faster, and that was a gigantic slag-formed problem.

"Bad mistake," she points out a gun to you, calculating. You trained for this situation endless times in school, but it was still different when someone held a gun against you. Would it work to tell her that there are people that love her? Or maybe you should argue with logic.

"When you kill me, they won't forgive you, it's not worth it," you said trying to sound as calm as possible.

"They won't find out," she laughed. God, that woman was batshit crazy.

"Here are cameras," they weren’t recording, but maybe she was stupid enough to believe you.

"They will understand," she said. Maybe she was stupid enough but also crazy enough to not care. There is only the last logical thing you could say to her.

"Then kill me."

"What?" She was surprised at your bluntness, but you knew she couldn’t really kill you, and if Kyle looked at his phone, he would have already been on his way, so you need to get through this for 10 minutes, 10 minutes, and you are safe.

"If you kill me, Johnny will find you, Kyle will break you, Simon will torture you, and John will finish your miserable life, my death isn’t worth this." You slowly walked backward towards the counter, there must be a gun. John put it in there when you first got together. You didn't quite know how to use it, but better than nothing.

"You're right," finally.

"So why don’t we put the gun down and just, you know, talk about it like adults," you suggested, still moving tiny steps backward.

"Stop moving, or I'll kill you," the same words over and over again. She sounded like a broken record recorder. You stopped moving, but this wasn’t enough for her.

"Maybe I should kill your rat, so you listen." Rat? Her gun pointed toward Winston. Fuck, she should better kill you than your baby. You lost complete hope in turning her; she is crazy.

"He is Kyle's dog, not mine. If you kill him, he will be sad." The shake in your voice was evident; tears started to storm out of your eyes; you didn't know what to do anymore.

"Three of four are enough, anyways." Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I can call them; I'll break up with them, just let Winston be safe, okay?"

"Really, you give up your boyfriends for that rat?" She gestured disgusted at your precious baby.

"Yes."

"Okay, call them," you walked to the counter, dialing Simon's number, close enough to the gun. You really hoped they don’t show a sign that they know; they are SAS; they need to understand, right?

"Hello," good, Simon's voice.

"Are the others with you?" You asked, trying not to tremble; she couldn’t find out what you planned.

"Yes, I put them on speaker, luv."

"I'm breaking up with you, with all of you for final this time. John, you're always putting me in danger, Johnny, you're always with her instead of my home, always on deployment with Simon, and you’re carrying all these scary guns with you that make me afraid, and I hate your stupid dog, Kyle." She looked proud and relieved at you, too stupid to realize. But they were smart, right?

"Okay, just give me back my keys to the office, they’re in the cupboard in the kitchen. I don’t want to see you anytime soon, I will pick it up at three tomorrow, bye." She gained heavily, and all you could feel was relief; you looked at the clock; it was 2:57, three minutes, and the gun. God, you loved your smart boys.

"Will you let me go now?" you asked, and she shook her head.

"Just need to make sure that you never go to my boys again, you can understand, right?"

"I'll move abroad if you want, the US, Germany, Italy, call it and I'll be gone." Before she could reply, she heard a loud bang outside, and that was your chance to grab the gun as she turned around, loaded fucking genius John, but not in safety, idiot. And then you shot, closing your eyes. You never did this before; the closest you came was a water gun at the beach; you didn't hit anything major, only her shoulder, but it was enough for her to lose her stance and fall. Seconds after, the boys went in Simon pulled her to the ground like a bulldozer with John. While Kyle and Johnny ran to you.

"Are you okay?" Both men asked, checking you for any injury.

"I don't feel okay."

"We know, love." You wrapped your arms around Johnny and began to sob. You needed him; you missed him and you were so scared. You knew for a fact he didn't cheat on you after that stunt that woman pulled today.

"We'll take care of her; we will be back soon, luv," Simon said with a devious grin while putting his boot on her to press down on her bullet wound.

John and Ghost left with her, and you knew for a fact your shot would be the nicest thing she witnessed in the next few days.

"I shot someone."

"Proud of you, hen."

"Never shoot again, please, babe; you're terrible at it," Kyle joked, but you still felt shitty. He knelt down, hugging Winston tight. "Oh, you've been such a brave and good boy protecting your mama. Let me take you to the park, pup," he said while Winston barked happily. "You two need to talk this out."

"Only we two now, Johnny."

"Aye, only we two."

"Where do we start?"

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A/N : so I added the picture of Eliot to make up for the Angst I write 😭

For any who has a light belly (do you say that in english or only in German lol?) the next chapter will be half torture of her and the other half Johnny and Reader <3

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City Pigeons Bleed Green - Part 9

WC: 1088, Masterpost

Cass hummed happily. Moving their new brother to the better safe house had gone so well that Cass was finally getting to meet him— to meet Danny! His name was Danny. Cass rolled the name around on her tongue, silently trying out out.

It was a good word day, a good day in so many ways, but Cass knew that the excitement of it all could make her tongue trip up. She wanted to get Danny’s name right this first time. Cass knew how much names mattered and she wanted to do the best by her new brother. Danny deserved the best, after everything he had been through.

Her arms were full of things that would hopefully help Danny continue to improve: soft clothing, a weighted blanket, a heat pack stuffed animal, and fresh groceries. Jason met her outside the elevator to help carry it all.

“Hey, Cass,” he said. His exhaustion pulled at his words.

He never tried to hide how tired he was from her, not like he did around the others. Cass knew it was because he knew that she would see past it, but it still felt nice to be the sibling that Jason didn’t mask around. (Dick still thought that he could get away with it.)

“Hello, Jason,” she said and took the opportunity to brush a kiss against his cheek when he leaned in to take the groceries from her.

It made his smile a little softer. “Thanks for bringing this stuff.”

“Of course,” Cass chirped. “Rules?”

“More guidelines,” Jason said. “No sudden or big movements, no loud noises. Metal sounds seem to set him off sometimes, so be careful in the kitchen. Oh, and stay where he can see you, at least at first. We figure we’ll have you over maybe one more time and then put you on rotation with us watching over him.”

“Yes, happy to help,” Cass agreed. She could follow those rules easily, even if they were more guidelines. “You need more rest.”

Jason chuckled dryly. “Yeah I do. That’s part of getting you and then Babs introduced. We’re still keeping someone awake in case he has a night terror or something.”

Cass hummed. Those were never any fun. “Hot chocolate?”

“We’ve got some on the cabinet. I’ll be sure to show you where everything is,” Jason assured her.

“Good. New brother now, please,” Cass said. She rolled her eyes when Jason gave her a look. “Yes, yes. Danny once in the door, not new brother. I know the ‘guidelines’.”

“Brat,” Jason grumbled but in that way that meant ‘I love you’.

It made Cass smile happily as they entered the apartment. She slipped her shoes off inside the door. Like the others, she had dressed in athleisure wear and a domino. She hoped it put their new brother more at ease than her mask would have with the stitched mouth. With the wide eyed way that Danny was watching her with, anything that would help him feel more settled was good.

She gave a little wave and smile. “Hello, Danny. I am Black Bat.”

Danny’s eyes flickered between her and Jason before he pulled one hand away from the tangle of himself him and Dick made to wave at her. “Um, hi Black Bat.”

“I brought things,” she said as she slowly lowered the bags onto the kitchen bar.

Dick perked up. “Ooh, candy?”

“Of course candy.” Cass didn’t bother to hide how she rolled her eyes at that. “But also…”

She tried to keep the noise down as she searched for the right bag. Pulling out the stuffed animal, she spun back around to face Danny and Dick. “For Danny,” she said, the soft, blue, teddy bear held in front of her face.

“Me?”

Cass hummed in confirmation and crept closer to the couch. She crouched down before she was too close, and held out the teddy bear towards Danny. He clearly wanted to reach out, but he held back. He was worried; she understood.

She hate that she did, but she did. She new too well what it was like to have something nice turned into a punishment.

“No tricks,” she assured him. “No payment. No catch. Just because, for you.”

Danny studied her for a long moment before he finally, slowly reached out to touch the teddy bear. When she didn’t pull it back, he took it and buried his face into the fabric.

“It’s soft.”

Cass nodded. “Yes. And yours.”

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome,” Cass assured him with a beaming smile. She backed up a little and sat on the floor.

“B.B. here might be looking after you with Hood and I,” Dick said as he let Danny settle back in against him. “But only if you’re alright with it. She’s the best though.”

“Favorite,” Cass said with a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jason said from the open kitchen where he had finished putting away the food. He came up to stand behind her and she leaned back against her legs. “We all love you.”

“Yes.”

Jason snorted at her easily agreement. “Now Danny, do you want your big meal now or a snack now.”

“Do I have to?” Danny asked, softly, before snapping his mouth closed ducking back against Dick.

“Sorry Danny, but yeah,” Dick said. He brushed his fingers through Danny’s hair, but didn’t try to make him move. “Remember what you and Hood talked about this morning?”

The reply was whispered into the new blue bear. “That I have to try at last a few bites each time, even if I’m not hungry.”

“Exactly. But that sounds like to me like a snack might be best right now?” Dick waited for a nod. “Okay. And then a big meal later. Hey, maybe we can play a game to pass the time! It can be you and me against Hood and B.B.”

“Oh you’re going down,” Jason crowed, playing it up just enough to get Danny to peer out from behind the bear at them.

Dick gasped dramatically. “You would beat our dear,” a fraction of a pause where Cass knew Dick wanted to say brother, “esteemed guest? How could you?”

“Hey, alls fair in love and board games, you know that. But we’ll let you and Danny pick the game you want to lose at, won’t we B.B?”

“Only fair,” she agreed with an innocent smile. When Danny eyed her dubiously she couldn’t help but laugh. This new brother would be very fun to have around.

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AN: This part has needed the very ending for a good bit now and it finally got there! Cass is always so much fun to write, even if she takes me a little to get into the swing with. Danny seems a fan so far too! Now who might he meet next... ^_~

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dezznuggz · 3 months

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The Parents Of the Friend Group |PART 2

Steve Harrington × reader

~moments where you and Steve do in fact argue like a married couple and moments where it clearly shows and proves how Steve is the mom and you are the dad.

Warning: mentions of the upside down, mentions of S2, S3, S4. A little emotional at the end, still slight bullying of Steve, mentions of possible death, use of y/n, reader pronouns she/her

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Fall of 1984:

Your plan was to go on a date with some new guy and go home debating whether or not 'he could be the one' but your plans drastically changed when an anxious Dustin bangs on your door like a maniac. "Y/N! OPEN UP! HURRY! OPEN UP!" was the noise you kept hearing on the other side of your door that caused you to rush out of worry and swing open the door for the frantic kid. "OH MY GOD, what? What is it?" You say in a little annoyed tone but also in a little bit of a relief seeing that at least one of your many kids isn't hurt.

"We gotta go, fast and NOW!" Dustin practically screams at you before dragging you by your arm and out of your house. "Woah dude I can't, I have a date. He's already on his way" you say trying to resist and pull away from Dustin's hold, "I'm telling you right now y/n your plans can wait cause this is 10× more important than you making out with some guy" Dustin says still not letting go of you and dragging you out of your front porch. Dustin then halts in his tracks, "wait a date? I thought you and Steve had a thing going on?" Dustin says with a little bit of a disappointed tone, "what NO, never, we never and WILL never have a thing going on are you kidding!" You say trying to defend yourself from the stupid assumption that Dustin made about you and Steve. "Are you sure, cause every time I'm with y'all, you guys won't stop giving each other googly eyes" Dustin says which caused you to set your arm free and walk away, "you know what Dustin, call steve for this one, I already have plans and they're not going to be destroyed cause of some stupid joke you wanna pull on me!" You say loud enough for Dustin to hear as you walk off and head towards your house. "Okay okay I'm sorry but this is really important I won't say anything bad again" Dustin apologizes and pleads for you to come with him, "I don't wanna hear anything that will annoy me come out of your mouth do you understand me?" You say as you point a finger at his face, "yes I understand" Dustin says quietly, "I'm sorry what'd you say?" You say as you purposely try to prove a point that you're the one that's in control right now.

"I said I understand y/n now can we get going" Dustin whines and begs so you just let him grab your wrist and lead you to wherever you need to be.

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Here you were standing behind Dustin with an annoyed face and crossed arms, "son of a bitch, you know you're really no help" Dustin says in an annoyed and frustrated tone as he walks off which left me standing in front of mr.wheeler, "you outta put soap in that boys mouth, he's too young to be using that typa language" he says as he points a disciplined finger at you, "wont happen again i swear, its just he gets it from his mother" you say politely as you also walk off and follow Dustin.

"are those for Mr and ms.wheeler?"

No?- HEY!"

You heard Dustin and Steve talking but then Steve goes quiet as he sees you not so far behind Dustin, "what is she doing here? And why are you wearing a skirt?" Steve asks as he points at you and looks you up and down, "I don't know what I'm doing here, he just dragged me along" you say while raising your arms and dropping them dramatically. "Do you still have the bat?" Dustin asks Steve which causes Steve to break his stare from you in a skirt, "what bat?" Steve asks still trying to process what's going on, "the one with the nails Steve!?" Dustin says as he gets frustrated at Steve for being slow. "Ye-yeah I have it, it's in the trunk, what do you need it for?" Steve asks as he slowly catches on to Dustin's attitude and he's not liking any bit of it. "I'll explain everything in the car, HURRY UP!" Dustin says growing even more frustrated at Steve's slow movements, "okay Jesus dude, wait hey get in the back" Steve stops Dustin before he can sit in the front, "wha-?" Dustin gets cut off by a hand pulling his shoulder, "you heard him now get in the back" you say as you push him aside and sit in the front seat but not without hearing Dustin grumble about something.

After Dustin explains what he needs us for, he also gets in a little argument with Steve for not believing him, "how do I know it's not a lizard?"

"yeah how do you know it's not a lizard?!"

"because it's face opens up and ate my cat!!" Dustin says loudly which causes you and Steve to go quiet not knowing what to exactly say to that. The silence gets too much for you so you decided to break it, "what were you doing at the wheelers with flowers?" You ask Steve while looking at him, "umm...I don't even know man" Steve says while avoiding eyes contact but you can read and see through Steve, you know he's lying, "don't tell me they're for Nancy" you say and the only response you got back was a quiet sigh, "oh dude I told you not to apologize to her, it's gonna make everything worse" you complain to Steve for his actions, "okay I'm sorry but one simple apology wouldn't hurt you know and I was a little bit of in the wrong!" Steve says while trying to defend himself, "except it might hurt", you say and although it does sound a little harsh, it's the only way that your words are able to go through Steve's small little brain. "Okay alright I get it but why are you in a skirt?" Steve asks in need of changing the subject so he doesn't look stupid in front of Dustin. "Oh um....I had a date" you say hesitantly, "oh really with who?" Steve asks wanting to know who the 'lucky guy' was, "...um... Aiden.." you say quietly but not quite enough for Steve to not hear, "AIDEN?! The one I play basketball with!?" Steve says very loudly just for clarification. "Yea but he seemed really nice and he was gonna pay for dinner tonight so I couldn't say no" you say trying to calm Steve down.

"oh my God that dudes a total meat head, Aiden T, we're talking about Aiden T right? The one that chews with his mouth open. THAT'S THE ONE YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE WITH?!" Steve yells as he tries to make a point that Aiden just isn't the right guy, "yes Steve that Aiden and he doesn't chew with his mouth open, he just chews loudly" you say mostly to not change your perspective of Aiden, "he's nice to every girl, trust me when I say this but he's just not the guy that you think he is"

"Jesus Steve you're just saying that because you had beef with him in like 7th grade, you're gonna have to get over it you know"

"that is not the reason I don't want you going out with him okay, first of all he only washes his hair once a week and second he doesn't brush his teeth, all he eats is mint gum."

"blah blah blah, Steve I can't hear you!" You say as you try to end the argument with Steve. Aiden might not be the ideal guy but it would atleast be fun to just play with him you know. With you making noises to block out Steve and Steve trying to talk over your noises it has Dustin let out his opinion, "I thought you guys liked each other" Dustin says loud enough for you and Steve to go quiet, "omg not again." You let out a groan and roll your eyes, "what not again, what are you talking about Dustin?" Steve asks now wanting to know why it causes you with such a dramatic reaction. "I'm just saying..." ,

"Dustin don't say it-"

"I thought you guys liked each other or something I don't know" Dustin says while completely ignoring your attempts to stop him from letting out his opinion. "That's so stupid henderson you know that" Steve says which causes Dustin wanting to prove his point more, "it's not stupid actually, I mean everyone thought you guys liked each other. Steve is always protective with you, y/n and she always defends you when you're not around. " Dustin once again had everyone in the car go quiet, Steve kept looking over at you to see your reaction but it's kinda hard to read your facial expression if you're covering your whole face out of embarrassment.

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Summer of 1985:

Dustin has practically called himself the match maker. With the conversation that you, Dustin, and Steve had back in fall, it kinda made you and Steve snap into the fact that you guys in fact like each other. Now with you and Steve together, you guys became inseparable. The kids found it cute for only a short time period until they kept walking in on you and Steve having alone time. Sometimes the kids would cockblock and join in on y'all's dates or sometimes they would call out of nowhere and ask for a pick up or drop off.

With Steve now working as an ice cream scooper at the new mall that just opened up, it was better for the kids to get through the movies without paying and today was one of those days. "Have a nice day" Steve calls out to the mom and her kid that just ordered ice cream before zooming to the back of the shop and telling Robin it's her break time. "Robin your turn to be up front I'm on break" Steve says frantically as he collapse his lips on your, "aw dude let me get out before you start making out..gross" Robin says as she walks out with a disgusted face.

"I missed you so much"

"you saw me an hour ago"

"I know, tell me about it" Steve says as he kisses all over your face which causes you to giggle and before Steve can kiss you on the lips again, y'all get disturbed by the sound of the bell on the front desk running non-stop. "Hey dinguses, your children are here" Robin calls out from the front also annoyed by the constant ringing of a bell. "Again seriously?" Steve says as he opens the little window of the shop to see the kids, "hi kids", you say in a cheery tone while popping your head out from behind Steve. You then open the back door for the kids to pass by and they all say hi to you before Mike makes a joke about your lipstick being smeared. "If anyone finds out-"

"we're dead!" The kids cut Steve off cause this isn't the first time that Steve tries to discipline the kids for how they're using Steve, "have fun" you say loud enough for the kids to hear, which they respond back with a wave to show that they heard you, "Jesus those kids are smart and all but they sure don't know how to say thank you" Steve says before walking back into the back room and sitting on the table, "they're just kids, they'll appreciate you one day" you say trying to cool down Steve from officially putting a stop to the kids ability of free movie access "I know but a little 'thank you Steve you're the best' wouldn't hurt you know" Steve says with a pout on his face, "aww don't get pouty now Stevie, they do say thank you just not to you" you tell Steve in a mocking baby voice and squeezing his cheeks as if he was a little boy. "Jesus stop" Steve says as he laughs a little.

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Spring of 1986:

Nothing can compare to how you feel right now. With finding out that max is cursed, it completely has your whole blood run cold. The kids have dealt with multiple death experiences but this one is just max being on a thin line of death. It worries you to be honest, in fact it scares you. You don't wanna show that you're scared or freaking out cause you don't wanna scare the kids or Steve. So you try your best to keep it together for the sake of max and the kids.

Robin and Nancy are out getting information about this vecna creeps while you, Lucas, Steve, and Dustin are sat on the couch staring at the back of Max's head as she writes down God knows what. "I can feel y'all eyes boring into the back of my skull", max says which causes everyone to look away, you then started picking at your nails as if they needed to be fixed (they are doing perfectly fine). Max then walks in front of y'all with envelopes in her hands but no one looks at her in fear that they might make her uncomfortable with their stares, "you can look at me now" max says as if it was common sense, "thank you" "sorry" "yea sorry", was the response she got from them. She then hands everyone an envelope with their names on it but before she gave you your envelope, she hesitates and says thank you before giving it to you which leads to you being confused.

You and max both turn your heads when y'all hear the boys about to rip open the paper but completely stop when max tells them to. "Don't open it now, it's for later" max says quietly but that leads Lucas confused "later for what?" Lucas asks max, "just in case things don't end well or if I don't make it, I want y'all to read it until after" max says which causes you to feel sad and heartbroken and before you can say anything Lucas tells max that we're going to get through this together but that doesn't convince max, not after what she heard happened to the other people who were cursed just like her.

You zone out with your thoughts racing around your head until you see max walk towards Dustin's walkie talkie, "do you think this can reach till east Hawkins?", Max's question leads Steve to being confused, "why are we talking about east Hawkins?" Steve says while looking around but stops when he sees you have a sour expression on your face, this lets Steve know that it's another idea that he's gonna disapprove of, "oh no..no...No!" Steve says in an attempt to stop any new ideas to come in.

That didn't stop max as she speed walked out of the wheelers basement with everyone trying to catch up to her. Steve was practically running after her while complaining her ear off about not letting her go, "if you think I'm going to spend what is likely my last days in the armpit of Mike wheeler's basement then you're out of your mind" max says while still walking away from Steve (who looked back at you and the kids waiting for someone to butt in), "so you can either take me where I need to be or tie me down which is technically kidnapping of a minor and i swear to god steve if i live to see another day, i will prosecute" max stops Infront of Steve's car trying to open the door but seeing that it's locked, "open the door" max says demanding Steve "uh no" Steve says while still flabbergasted at max, "I know a good lawyer" max says while raising her eyebrows as if shes challenging Steve to go against her.

"woah okay let's calm down now guys" you finally step in. The kids practically walk all over Steve and it never usually ends with Steve's idea but instead it ends with the kids idea which is weird mostly knowing that Steve is older than them. With the kids knowing that they are able to take full control over Steve, it takes you to step in and put a stop to everything. "Alright let's talk about it and no one's calling any lawyers alright?", you say as you step in the middle of the little stating contest that max and Steve were having. "Max I totally understand where you're coming from but this is a life or death situation so we can't just wander around when your life is on the line. Okay I know that sounds bad but it's true and you're scared and we're all scared but I would rather prefer you staying in the Wheelers basement than leaving and going out in the public where anything can happen. So trust me when I say this but it's better to be safe than sorry" you finish your ramble as you step in front of Steve to show that your full attention is on max and that you're not taking anyone's side. Max doesn't say anything but instead she stares into your eyes. You don't wanna give in but staring into Max's eyes is like staring into a kicked puppy's eyes and you're currently trying not to give up but instead stand your ground. You couldn't stare into the eyes of a girl who you practically called a daughter and not feel guilty for not letting her go out on her (most likely) last days.

You close your eyes and let out a sigh then turn to Dustin, "Henderson...that super walkie talkie thing of your better reach to Penhurst" you say as you move to the other side of Steve's car and open the door to get in the front seat, "woah what!?!?" Steve says while being confused on how you went from going with him, to against him. "Babe I'm not on anyone's side alright just take her there and we'll come right back, promise" you say as you finally sit down in the front seat, "no one listens to me, THEY NEVER LISTEN TO ME!" Steve complains as he starts the car.

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Everyone had one hell of a day. Everyone was rather overwhelmed or exhausted from the shit they saw, dealt, or heard in the last 12 hours. Everyone was ready to call it a day and go to sleep but with max almost dying there had to be someone watching her, even if she was asleep. You volunteered to go first mostly cause you weren't sleepy at knowing that max could've died in front of y'all in just the matter of minutes. You stayed up for God knows how long until you started getting sleepy so you tell Dustin to take over night watch he complained for a little bit until he went quite seeing that you were stressed out and tired.

You went asleep on a chair that was way too uncomfortable with Steve having his body lean on the chair that you were sleeping on. You were woken up by the sound of someone calling for Dustin, "hello Dustin?!? Earth to Dustin!!??" The voice was coming for Dustin's walkie talkie thing, you got up carefully to make sure you didn't hit Steve or anyone without making noise. "Hey its me y/n what happened?" You asked still half asleep, "oh thank God, hey uh you think you guys can make a food delivery, I mean unless y'all want me to go out there and-" Eddie gets cut off by you, "no don't do that, we'll come by sometime today" you say as you look around the room to make sure everyone is okay but your heart drops to your stomach as you see the couch empty. max is supposed to be asleep on the couch.

"...cause you know a 6 pack could really cool my nerves right now-" you once again cut Eddie off by telling him you have to go, "wait wait don't go wa-!" You shut off the walkie talkie thing and immediately went to wake up Dustin. "Dustin, Dustin!" You say try saying loud enough for only Dustin to hear while also shaking him awake. Dustin eventually wakes up confused and looking around trying to figure out why you're working him up. "What- what happened?"

"were you the last one to night watch!?"

"yea why?"

Then where is she?!" You say impatiently with Dustin not taking a hint about what you're trying to find out of him. "She's right there-....well she was right there just a second ago" Dustin says before taking a look at his watch "I swear I was only asleep for......an hour" Dustin says with a long pause which causes you to let out a frustrated groan with how reckless Dustin became. You grab Dustin's ear and drag him up the stairs in a rush due to the feeling of worry and panic since a lot can happen in just one hour. Relief washes over you and Dustin as you see max at the dining table with holly while listening to music and coloring. After reassuring Ms Wheeler that everything's okay, "you know I think it's so cute that you guys decide to stick together while everything's going on right now" Ms Wheeler says with a jolly tone that is so heartwarming but mr.wheeler makes a dry and rude remark that ended with me walking to max and Dustin asking for some food.

"may I?" Dustin asks as he moves closer toward the pile of freshly made pancakes, "of course go ahead, you guys know you're very much welcome here" Ms Wheeler says as she gives Dustin a clean plate for him to get breakfast, "of course you guys are like family" Dustin responds to Ms Wheeler while adding some pancakes onto his plate, "sure why dont you take for all we're worth" mr.wheeler says in a very much sarcastic tone but that encouraged dustin instead of stopping him. "Thank you" Dustin says with a gummy smile and adds more pancakes to his plate, "Dustin!" You call his name before he grabs another pair of pancakes but instead he takes out 2 pancakes from his plate and puts them back in the original pile after you give him a look to act right, "sorry about that, he gets that from his mother" you say while smiling sweetly at mr and ms.wheeler hoping that you innocent look makes Dustin's actions acceptable.

Dustin sat down and started eating his pancake with his hand which you completely gave a disgusted look and gave him a napkin and a fork that was near Holly's plate. While you and max discuss what she saw when she was in a trance at the graveyard then Dustin decided to butt in, "maybe you infiltrated his mind just like how he did with yours" with Dustin's statement it made you think how that is a possible answer, "like freddy Kruger's boiler room" Dustin mentions and it caused holly to wonder who freddy Kruger was, "he's this super burned up guy with knifes as hands, and he kills people in their dreams-" you cut dustin off from continuing, "Dustin...she's a kid" you say the last part through gritted teeth and gave him a look to cut it out, "it's a movie, he's not real" Dustin says after looking at you for approval to make sure that his excuse to not scare holly was good enough.

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Two days later:

Everyone came back alive but mostly injured really badly. With max in the most critical condition Lucas didn't help the wheeler family pack up as he preferred staying at the hospital with max. Everyone evacuated Hawkins so people started packing their stuff up and leaving as fast as they could. You and everyone else were helping put boxes in Nancy's car when Ms Wheeler said something made you and Dustin perk up, "who ordered pizza?" You and Dustin looked up real fast mostly out of hunger but also out of confusion. Y'all see a pizza truck honk and pull up in front of y'all then see El, Mike, Will, and Jonathan get out of the car.

El runs into your arms as you start tearing up with joy. You then break the hug and look at El fully and correctly to see that she looks different from the last time you saw her, "oh my God what happened to your hair", you say while laughing to prevent your tears spilling out your eyes, "what happened to your face?" El says with a both worry and joking tone, "some type of monster beat my ass" you say laughing and going back to hugging El.

Steve was watching from afar with the most cheeky smile spread across his face. Seeing how happy you are when you're around the kids even if you don't say it often but you love them and you would do anything for them to be happy. With Steve seeing how welcoming and happy you are with the kids, it gets him excited about his future with you.

Request me more ideas and I hope you enjoyed it.

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thesparklingwriter · 6 months

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the stars don't shine as bright as you...

“And what of it? Am I not allowed to praise my wife?”

tags: established relationship, fem!reader, fluff, reader is overworking herself and zhongli says NO MORE A THAT

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The best part of any of your days is easily when you can curl up in bed and relax for a while before you go to sleep. It wasn’t always like this, however. You used to work until it was time to go to bed and spent hours tossing and turning before sleep called your name, but Zhongli put a stop to that fairly quickly. He’ll quietly sneak up to your desk and tell you when to relinquish your work and head to bed when he notices that you’re too engrossed in it to realise the time.

“You’re still working, love?” He says quietly to you one night, glancing over your shoulder at the papers you’re working on. He knows they’re important to you, but he also knows you’ve been working on them so long that unless you take a break, you’ll be unable to pick up any inconsistencies or mistakes.

“Mmm,” you reply quietly. “I have to make sure it’s good enough.”

“I am certain it is of an impeccable standard.” he says quietly. It’s then that you notice he’s starting his nightly routine of trying to drag you away from work to get you to bed, and you begin to dig your heels in.

“It’s not enough. This needs to be perfect, otherwise my boss won’t be best pleased.”

“I assume your boss would be more displeased if they had to contend with their best employee when she’s sleep-deprived.” He says quietly. “Come to bed.”

“You’re so clearly biased.” you scoff, looking up at him as he rests his hands on your shoulders, gently kneading them.

“And what of it? Am I not allowed to praise my wife?”

“You’re not allowed to try and tempt her to sleep with honeyed words.” You sigh, putting your pen down. Zhongli smiles slightly when he notices your compliance, gently pulling you into a hug as you stand from your desk. He’s right, and you know he is, but it doesn't make it easier for you to drag your eyes away from the pages of paper strewn across your desk. As you let him lead you upstairs to your room, you notice that the sun has long since settled, and the stars are beginning to twinkle in the sky. Usually, Zhongli would have pulled you away from your work earlier than this. You wonder if he was equally busy and simply forgot, or just knew that you would want the extra time to look over your report.

Your husband is quiet as he settles himself in bed, and you change into one of his silken pyjama shirts. You pretend not to notice the shameless way he watches you as you change clothes, or as you scour the bookshelves for something to read. You could have sworn you left the book you were reading last night on the third shelf, but it’s nowhere to be found.

“Did you reorganise the shelves?” You ask, as you try to reach the fourth shelf up. “You reorganised the shelves, didn’t you?”

Zhongli’s unruffled gaze persists as he replies. “I did. I thought it might be more favourable to organise the books by last name, rather than first.”

“Did you have to put my book so high up?”

“Despite my attempts to avoid doing so, the method of organisation required it, yes. Does it displease you that much?”

You sigh at him then, having retrieved your book and being met with his faux innocence. He looks strangely regal with his hair untied, and the first few buttons of his golden embroidered shirt undone, his head cocked slightly to the side as he pretends to not understand your mild irritation at his actions. His eyes follow you as you crawl into bed beside him, opening your book to the bookmarked page. You never have any recollection of putting the bookmark in your book nor where it comes from in the first place, but you simply assume you do it without realising before you sleep.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

You lean against Zhongli as you prepare to read your book, and he hums lightly in response. You always assume that he isn’t following along, that he’s simply preoccupied with his thoughts, until he gently holds one side of the book’s pages for you so you can be more comfortable, and reacts to the words on the page with an affronted sniff or a preoccupied hum. When you look at him, as if to ask ‘did you see what that guy just did?’ whenever something unfavourable happens, he enthusiastically returns your incredulous stare every time. Sometimes you wonder whether he drags you to bed because he wants you to sleep early or because he wants to know what happens next.

When he feels your head slump further against his chest, and the pages of your book flutter as you release your grip on it, he carefully retrieves the bookmark from wherever you’ve stashed it, placing it a few pages back from where you’ve left it. You never remember the last few pages of what you’ve read the next night and it leaves you reasonably frustrated every time.

He gently pries the book from your fingers, waiting until you’re deeper into sleep to move you so you can sleep comfortably, and places the book by your bedside table.

notes: is this self indulgent? yes. it this my blog first and foremost? also yes. will i do it again? most likely.

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romanoffsbish · 11 months

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Roles Reversed

Natasha Romanoff (amab) x GN!R (afab)

Request

A/N: I have never really been interested in the concept of anal for my writing, but the request was sweet enough that I thought I’d give it a go. I did my research, and I hope it worked. This is meant to be soft!top Natasha (being pegged by R’s strap)

Smut: Hand Job / BJ | Anal — Butt Plug -> Strap | A 🤏🏼 of Degradation | Overstimulation |

Natasha had been waiting on you to come home for hours now, she was desperate for you after the interrupted blowjob of this morning.

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What made matters this drastic was how you had sensually kissed her goodbye, hands still fondling with her member while your tongue caressed hers. Then you pulled away with a sad smile, and soft eyes meant to crush her hopes.

"It'll only be a couple hours Natty, I have to handle this stupid paperwork mishap, feel free to relieve yourself, but if you wait I have a surprise that'll be worth your while."

Natasha rolled her eyes playfully, normally she was the one to make the calls, but she saw a glint of sinful delight in your eyes that made her want to see what you had in store. So she spent the entire morning in bed, with a hard on that never fell because she couldn't get her mind off of you. Everything about you enticed her, so she was left to breathe through the pain.

So, it was no shock that when the sound of keys jingling in the door could be heard she was off the mattress and racing right into your arms.

"Kiss me, please." You chuckled lowly, it was very rare for you to get her this desperate. "ls that all you want baby, is for me to kiss you?"

Natasha's face warmed under your intense gaze, you watched as she struggled to speak and you wondered if that's how you looked whenever she topped. If so, then it finally made sense to you why she was always so eager.

Natasha cleared her throat, but it was clearly of no use as she softly stuttered, "N-no, I also want you to fuck me senseless, but a kiss sounded far more romantic."

Then she regained a bit of her senses as she pulled you in by the collar of your shirt, her lips slammed into yours but the confidence as well as the kiss were short lived as she gasped, and you smirked, effectively ending the kiss.

"A-Are you packing detka?" You gripped her by the hips and spun her around, pushing her into the door so you could press her into it further with your body to give a silent answer. Your lips pressed to the nape of her neck while you reached around to stroke her throbbing cock. "Thought I could finally peg you, I mean, how else would I even fuck you senseless baby?"

"Oh hush," she chided, her ass pressed back into you and you bit back an aroused moan at the pressure of the harness pushing into you. "Put your money where you mouth is detka."

Natasha's knees nearly gave out as you began to pump her cock in a way that muddled her mind, and briefly distracted her from the finger you trailed down her spine. Your nail teasingly trailed over the swell of her ass before you raised the hand to guide her face to yours.

Natasha smiled, but it was more like a grimace as the pleasure she felt with your hand alone was unbelievable. "Are you sure Natty?" The redhead nearly came right there, the way you cared for her always made her weak. "Yes."

While you continued to stroke her, pace picking up ever so slightly you'd also leaned in to kiss her rather sloppily. The redhead was panting into you as her climax neared, her body was tense, and mind distracted as you seamlessly used your free hand to reach into your purse to collect a mini shopping bag.

Natasha whined when your hand left her cock, she felt a wave of embarrassment over it, but she was grateful you didn't taunt her. You normally would, in a playful way, but you wanted her to feel nothing short of safe.

While your hands met on her backside you continued to kiss her, when she felt you part her cheeks with a firm hand her entire body tensed. "Relax baby, or it won't feel good."

Natasha nodded, then she pulled away to lean her forehead against the cold wood of the front door to calm her breathing some. You began to kiss over the heated skin of her neck to help. Once you felt her shoulders sag you pulled a bottle from your bag, and layered some lube over her puckered hole, as well as over the cooled metal of the iridescent butt plug.

Natasha gasped when you began to spread the liquid around, what was once cold and foreign, became warmed and welcome by your finger. With the opposite hand to before you were once again stroking her cock, trying to make her body relax further as you experimented.

It wasn't unexpected, but Natasha felt her mind go hazy as you broke that barrier, and just as soon as she regained her grip on reality you pulled out and replaced your finger with the tip of the prepped plug. A grin overtook your face when she pushed back, her body begging you to take the plunge, so you did and watched in awe as her tight hole swallowed it.

Natasha felt the coil in her lower belly snap, she moaned brokenly as she abruptly came. Her load was unending as her body reacted to the pleasurable stretching of her canal. She was overcome by the sensation, her hips rutted into your hand to prolong the feeling as she actually felt as her walls morphed around the intrusion. Your hand kneading her ball sack didn't help to staunch the flow, but it was clearly beneficial.

"I did it Nat," your teasing tone pulled her from the haze slightly, she croaked, "Did what?"

"I finally painted over the chips in the door."

Natasha burst into a fit of laughter, her head fell back against your shoulder as she let the humor of the moment pass over. Then after she'd calmed down some she wordlessly turned around and gently kissed your lips as her hand slipped into yours so she could move the party to your shared bedroom, and away from Liho.

Who'd been longingly staring out the window at the elderly woman across the street...

Once you made it to your bedroom it was a blur of limbs as Natasha hastily pulled your work clothes back off. Her blackened eyes, overcome by lust roamed over your physique hungrily, and her hand fell between your legs to survey the forest green strap. It was thin, and short.

"Detka, how about you finish what you started before you left." The words came off as if she was asking, but you knew better. Natasha was ecstatic when you fell to your knees, and took her already erect again penis into your hands. Cum coated your palms as you gave her a few teasing strokes, she cast you a warning glare, and then your lips wrapped around her tip.

Natasha allowed you a moment to adjust to her size before she took over, she placed a hand on your head, her fingers tightly gripped at your hair to hold you in place so she could fuck your throat until her load shot down it. Her pace was torturous, tears now streamed down your face as she was truly relentless with how deep she would thrust. "God I love your fucking mouth Y/N." You hummed at her praise, then you started to continuously hollow out your cheeks and that's when she finally lost control.

Once she'd come down, noticing your face with dribbles of her seed on your chin she smiled and eagerly pulled you back up onto your shaky legs, and directly into a kiss. Her arms wrapped around your waist, tongue slipping into your mouth so that she could taste herself as she effortlessly guided your body over to the bed.

"I'm ready to ride you detka," Natasha purred against the skin of your neck, her teeth sunk into your skin as desire controlled her wholly. Her hands gently shoved you back, your knees hit the side of the bed-frame causing you to tumble backwards, then look to her confused. "Lean against the headboard for me please."

Natasha grabbed the bottle of lube from your bag, then returned to you with fast hands as she prepped your strap before you could even process a thought. Then next thing you knew she was straddling your thighs, her cock already back to standing at attention.

"Pull it out detka," Natasha instructed as her lips found purchase against your throat. You were cautious as you brought your hands around her body to knead her cheeks in a moment of calm preparation, after a few seconds you parted her cheeks, and she began to kiss and nip at your skin nervously.

Then you felt her kisses become more insistent so you pressed a finger against the flat end of the plug causing it to momentarily press in deeper, Natasha sunk her teeth into your skin as a moan was ripped from her unexpectedly.

All at once you removed the sensationalizing piece of metal, and Natasha moved her lips up to yours in a feverish manner. There'd never been a moment where she lacked that feeling of desperation for you, but this was much more intense then any other time. This was a first for the both of you, and she was wildly turned on by the fact that you'd be the one to stretch her.

As the kiss got even sloppier, her tongue now exploring every inch of your mouth, her hands clumsily fell atop of your shoulders so that she could brace herself for the next step. Her mind was hazy with only speculation for what's to come, her labored breaths told you as much.

"Hold the strap steady for me detka," she hotly panted the soft command into your mouth once she could focus on the deeper, carnal need over the aching throb in her flushed cock.

The redhead took in a deep breath, then on the exaggerated exhale she sunk onto the silicone. "Holy shit," she shrieked, it was only the tip but it was painful nonetheless. You felt the way she tensed, so with your free hand you trailed your finger up her spine slowly, trying to distract her. Then you cupped her right breast while your tongue swirled around the nipple of her left and she sunk further as her head flew back.

Her entire body quivered when she had the entirety of your strap sheathed between the walls of her canal, a flash of something she could only describe as pure need coursed through her as the tip nudged her g-spot.

It was actually so intense she was shocked that only a spurt of cum left the tip of her cock, she was sure she should've busted all over you. It was all she wanted to do, and now that she'd been bottomed out for a few minutes she's felt her body leaning into the pleasure over the pain of the stretch. Which is why she began to rock her hips experimentally, her nails dug into the exposed skin of your shoulder as she felt the urge to move faster, making you groan out in mutual pleasure. It was a sinful echoing.

The pace the redhead set was docile in nature, but as the pit in her stomach began to tighten she felt the urge to pick it up. To give into the carnality of the moment, and chase down what was meant to be the best orgasm of her life.

It wasn't much shock to her that she'd ended up doing most of the work. You were clueless. Natasha smirked at the sight of your dilated pupils, you were incredibly dumbfounded by just how hot she looked riding your strap, it was amusing, but it was also not helping. "Detka." You instantly met her gaze, obedient and desperate to please her as always. "Stroke my cock, go on, be useful and do your part."

When your hand had barely wrapped around her shaft she knew it wouldn't be long at all. Your fingernail barely scraped over one of her thick, throbbing veins and she burst instantly, drenching your abdomen with her seed as she spewed like a damaged park water fountain.

Natasha cried against your shoulder as her high overwhelmed her entirely. The euphoria that she felt was next level, and she knew now that this was not the end of experimenting. It could only get better from here, but for now she needed to stop you from thrusting up.

Fortunately for her you came second's later, hips stilling as your own orgasm ran its course and offered her the oh so necessary reprieve.

"You did good moya lyubov'," she rasped, hand inching up to behind your neck so she could pull you into a deep kiss that broke off fast as your lungs burned with an incessant need for oxygen. "Careful detka," she winced as your hips moved the strap against her sensitive walls, as you had just moved to lean back.

You froze, a frown forming when you realized she was definitely overstimulated. "I'm sorry." Natasha shook her head, a wide grin covering the momentary grimace. "It's okay, I know you would never hurt me detka, don't freak out."

Natasha guided you both slowly onto your sides, your faces now parallel as she worked her way into shimmying off of your strap. It took a few repetitive, deep breaths, mixed with the feel of your soft lips marking up her chest for her to feel comfortable removing herself.

"How do you feel?" Natasha smiled genuinely, her hand reached down to find yours so she could pull it to her lips for a tender kiss. "I have never felt so good in my life, and I'm so happy to have embarked on this journey with you."

"What do you need most right now Natty?" You leaned forward to softly kiss the tip of her nose, resulting in a huff when you skipped her pout. "For you to come back here with those lips."

You released a humored sigh before allowing her to pull you back in for a sweet moment. It was full of soft touches, and calmed hearts. Neither of you felt a need for more, there was a contentment in leaving the carnality behind.

"Shall I run you a bath my love?" Natasha quickly shook her head from side to side. "In a few minutes, for now, please let me hold you."

You easily complied, rolling over, and pressing your ass back into her limp cock, and eliciting no reaction from the hibernating appendage. The redhead wrapped her arm around your waist and held your back flush to her chest. She smiled, feeling nothing but comforted with you in her arms, where you belonged. It was silent until you began to hum a Russian lullaby to further soothe her— she then melted entirely.

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i-heart-hxh · 4 months

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is Killua truly jealous of Palm?

Yes, I absolutely think he is!

It's never explicitly stated, but the subtext is so in your face in a few different ways that it's essentially not even subtext any more.

Togashi could have chosen so many different ways to portray the way Killua feels about the Gon/Palm date subplot, but making it clear over and over again how bothered Killua is by the whole situation absolutely reads as jealousy, especially within the larger context of the arc. Look at these especially!

Togashi puts so much emphasis on Killua's expressions and distress throughout the whole subplot. Of course it's partly intended to be comedic, but this situation with Gon and Palm does have serious emotional weight for Killua as well--pulling out the needle, his breakdown in front of Palm, what she ends up saying to him after that, etc. I do think the exaggerated and extreme ways Togashi expresses Killua's feelings are intended to make the audience go, "Oh, he's really jealous, isn't he?"

People can argue Killua's reactions are just because of who Gon is on a date with (someone unhinged/violent and much older than him), or that it's just "concern" about Gon because of his nen situation, and those are both definitely aspects of what's going on here--but to reduce it down to only that ignores those deeper emotional impacts it has on Killua. I think the protectiveness aspect is something Killua uses to veil some of the other things he's feeling about it even though of course he is legitimately protective of Gon in this situation (and he has good reasons to be so). I also think Togashi himself uses the ambiguity to his advantage here, because if he put in romantic jealousy that was any clearer, would Jump allow it?

The way Killua goes immediately from the topic of going on dates/being freaked out about the prospect of Gon having been on dates before to feeling heartbroken because he wants to be with Gon forever the next panel is telling, in my opinion... (The English translation is a little vague, seems like it was intentionally toned down. In the original Japanese version he says he wanted to be with Gon forever.)

Here's a post where @tjlnn22 and I discuss this weightlifting scene in more detail.

I firmly believe that a big part of Palm's role as a character is to get the audience to question the nature of Killua's feelings for Gon. Without considering this context, the way her character is set up from the beginning and what role she's intended to play in Chimera Ant Arc is confusing. But when if you look at her character as having been built for that role, suddenly her entire character and subplot makes sense. Here's an older post where OP talks about some of the framing of Palm's character, and then I talk in more depth about why Palm is written the way she is.

It especially makes sense when you consider that the date with Palm is one of the factors that destabilizes Killua's faith in his relationship with Gon, leading to him wondering if they're acting together as friends or just as teammates. Here's an awesome post @tjlnn22 put together and submitted to me on this topic, with specific details supporting this argument. I think this is an important part of the arc that gets overlooked, and I love how clearly it's laid out in the linked post.

Killua also acts dismissive of Gon worrying about Palm to the point where other characters comment on his behavior, which to me seems like another sign of jealousy and bitterness on Killua's part. Then when he encounters Palm again after her transformation, this is how he behaves towards her:

Hands on his hips, full sass mode here. Again with the jealousy...

...And then shortly after this he proceeds to have a total emotional breakdown when he admits to himself that he thinks maybe Gon cares more about Palm than him, and that Palm might be the only one who can help Gon, rather than Killua. Of course there are more factors than this behind his breakdown, including him getting pushed away by Gon prior, but this is DIRECTLY the thought that leads him to start crying and then sobbing on the ground.

The Palm subplot is one of the biggest things in the series that makes me confident that the romantic subtext around Killua's feelings is completely and utterly intentional. The way the whole subplot is constructed, the decisions Togashi makes around Palm and how she's presented as a character, the way Killua's reactions and emotions are emphasized with regards to it, and the significance of this subplot in the greater arc of Killua's character all show a great deal of thought and care, and it's hard to come to any other conclusion when looking at it carefully.

Thank you for asking!

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aperrywilliams · 1 year

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Unconventional (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: You haven't seen your boyfriend, Spencer, in weeks and you are missing him like crazy. But circumstances have not been by your side lately. Will you find time for you both to share some intimacy?

Word Count: 8.5k (sorry, not sorry) of fluff, shameless smut, and something else ;)

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI). SMUT. Masturbation (fem). Oral (fem receiving). Fingering. Penetrative sex. Unprotected sex. Dirty talk. Switch Spencer and switch Reader. Creampie.

A/N: This is a sequel of "They Would Never" and "That Wicked Love," but it can also be read as a stand-alone.

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"Okay, honey. Now it's time to sleep," you told Olivia as she crawled into her bed. As you tucked her, the pout on her face didn't go unnoticed. "What's it, baby?"

"When will Daddy be at home?" she asked with a sad frown.

You should have anticipated that question. It had been nine days since Spencer left on a case in Los Angeles. Nine days in which Olivia hadn't seen her father, and you hadn't seen your boyfriend.

Although it was common for Spencer to be out of town for work, the trips have become more frequent lately.

You could bet Olivia felt like her dad had been away forever. You didn't blame her because you felt the same way.

"He will be here late tonight, but you will see him in the morning, okay?" you tried to reassure the little girl with your motherly voice.

"M'kay," the kid shrugged, not very convinced. She still looked disappointed, but you settled with the fact she stopped asking questions. Kissing her forehead, you said good night.

"Sleep tight, baby. I love you."

"Love you too, Mommy," Olivia mumbled, hugging her teddy bear.

You flicked the lights off and padded to the living room. It was nine pm, and you decided to plop on the couch and read a book. Spencer texted some hours ago that he was flying back, but you didn't know when he would be home. You assumed it wouldn't happen before midnight, so you got comfy with your book and a glass of wine.

You lost track of time, so consumed in the story that you got startled when you heard the key jingling in the door's lock.

After noticing Spencer crossing the threshold, you almost jumped from the couch and ran to him. Spencer gladly welcomed your enthusiasm and hugged you tight. Your cheek was pressed to his chest as he kissed your head.

"I missed you," he mumbled.

"I missed you more," you disputed, muffling your words in his cardigan. God, you love the way his scent engulfs your senses.

"No way, I missed you more," Spencer replied, parting slightly to look at you—a grin plastered on his face. You leaned up and held his cheeks to kiss him. Spencer gladly kissed you back. You hummed contentedly as his lips molded with yours—it was the perfect fit.

When the need for breathing was too much, you reluctantly ended the kiss.

"Did you have dinner?" you asked the man, now attempting to tame his messy hair with your fingers.

"Yeah. We ate something flying back," Spencer replied, clearly comfortable with your doing in his hair.

"That's new. Are you sure you don't want something? A snack?" he shook his head.

"Nu-uh. Thanks. Is Liv sleeping?" Spencer asked instead, although he already figured out the answer.

"Yes, she does. After her bath, I put her in bed," you informed, pretty satisfied with how you combed Spencer's hair.

"Good." Spencer's gaze focused on you, barely blinking, with a smirk forming on his lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

Spencer beamed as his hands tightened the grip on your waist and pulled you closer to him. With his lips close to the shell of your ear, his hot breath hit your skin in a way that got you goosebumps.

"Because I want to take my sweet girl to our bed and make love to her."

You felt the air leaving your lungs. Spencer using his bedroom voice, always made you tremble with desire. And he calling you his? It turned you feral. But you tried to play cool. Keyword: 'tried.'

"Uhm. Such a romantic," you said in a teasing tone. Spencer chuckled, not loosening his grip on you.

"Can you blame me? Nine days away from my gorgeous girlfriend are too much," he claimed before kissing your lips.

You melted into the kiss. Your body yearned for him, for his touch.

Walking backward, you both soon reached the bedroom. Not breaking the kiss Spencer leaned you on the mattress. His lips trailed down your neck; finding that spot always drives you crazy. A moan escaped you as he nipped the delicate skin.

"Spencer, do something, please. I'm about to combust," you demanded, unashamed of recognizing how much you needed him.

"Yes, ma'am."

Your clothes were quickly discarded and scattered on the floor as soft moans filled the room. Having him on top of you was what you had been craving for the past nine days. And it seems Spencer yearned for the same. His kisses on your skin and the reverence of his touch told you how much he missed you.

Not much later, your bodies melted deliciously, navigating in pure passion and dancing dangerously to the climax you both were searching for.

The coil in your lower stomach was building up, encouraged by Spencer's words.

"I missed you so much. God, you feel incredible," he panted in your ear, speeding his thrusts. You were about to succumb to your orgasm, but a little chirping voice brought you to reality.

"Mommy? Is daddy home?" Olivia asked from the hallway.

"Shit!" Spencer cursed, surprised by Liv's voice. But you weren't ready to let him go.

"Spencer, please. Please - don't - don't stop," you gasped. Nonetheless, Spencer slowed down his movements. Now, his attention was on your daughter on the opposite side of the wall.

"She's outside the door," Spencer pointed as if you didn't notice.

"Yeah, I - I know. But just - just a minute," you tried to convince Spencer, rocking your hips to encourage him to continue. Yet Spencer slowed to a halt, giving you an apologetic look and mouthing an 'I'm sorry.'

"Hi, Pumpkin! Daddy is home. Now I'm helping Mommy with something, and then I'll go to your room to say hi, okay?" He called to the door.

"And read me a story?" The little girl asked, excited after confirming her suspicion about Daddy at home.

"Sure! I'll be there in a minute!"

"M'kay!" you heard the little footsteps back to her room.

Carefully, Spencer pulled out of you, kissing your forehead.

"I'll go and come back real quick, okay?" He promised. You only sighed.

"Don't lie, Spencer. You know she won't be satisfied with just one story. She had missed you a lot."

"But I bet she's tired. I'll read her that one makes her fall asleep faster. That one with the castles and flying dragons? I promise I'll be back soon, and we can continue what we started," Spencer winked. You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay. I'll be waiting."

And you waited. Half an hour. An hour. An hour and a half. Spencer didn't come back, though. You already suspected what had happened, but you thought he was as eager as you so he could keep awake.

Only to be sure nothing terrible transpired, you padded to your daughter's room.

Spencer was soundly sleeping in the bed next to her. The book was long forgotten over the comforter.

There was no point in waking him up. You knew he likely didn't sleep properly in the past nine days. So you returned to the bedroom. After dressing in your comfy pajamas, you got into bed. Switching the lights off, you turned and closed your eyes. It took you only some minutes before dozing off.

When Spencer's eyes fluttered open, he first noticed Liv sleeping by his side. The second thing was how curled he was in the small bed. Stretching a little, he checked his watch. It read 3:00 AM.

Fuck. He had fallen asleep.

Slowly Spencer stood up and tucked Liv with the covers, leaving the book on the night table. After kissing her forehead, he walked out, leaving the room's door ajar.

Once back in your shared bedroom, he noticed you sleeping. Soft snoring escaped your lips.

He laid by your side, the mattress dipping under his weight. Carefully he leaned to whisper in your ear.

"Baby. I'm so sorry. I fell asleep. I'm sorry," he apologized, kissing your temple. You stirred a little, half awake, but you barely had the energy to speak, let alone to be gentle.

"Then go back to sleep," you mumbled before succumbing to your slumber again.

Spencer knew he deserved it. He made you wait, promising to come back soon. He would have to plan a good way to make it up to you.

After changing into his pajamas, Spencer joined you in bed and quickly dozen off.

Your alarm went off at 6:00 AM. Groaning, you threw down an arm over the bedside table. And without looking, you searched for the offensive device to turn it off.

Reluctantly your eyes fluttered open. To fight the snooze, you rubbed your palms over your eyes. Then you noticed Spencer was sleeping by your side.

He surely has the day off after the unholy hour he returned home last night.

Standing up, you padded to the bathroom to shower, hoping the hot water on your skin would help wake you up.

You were still slightly disappointed about the inexistent sexy time with your boyfriend last night, but you couldn't be mad at him. How could you? He looked so adorable sleeping next to Olivia.

But you have been missing him like crazy.

You've missed his hungry and open-mouth kisses, his hands roaming your naked body, his voice whispering dirty things in your ear.

God, you could hear him right now.

Without realizing it, you squeezed shut your eyes as your hand kneaded one of your breasts. With your thumb and pointer finger, you pinched a nipple and rubbed it. Your other hand traveled further south to meet your clit. Drawing several eight figures on the bud coaxed a moan from you.

The hot water on your skin only pushed you to get lost in the fantasy. The fantasy of Spencer fucking you like there is no tomorrow.

A whine escaped from your lips. You were so immersed in what you wanted him to do to you that you didn't notice Spencer's naked body behind you.

"You should have asked me if you wanted help with that," he said cheekily. You almost jumped in shock.

"Spencer!"

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his lips peppering kisses on your shoulder. He pressed your back to his chest, and you couldn't help the moan that left your mouth when you felt his hardness against your ass.

"Let me help, darling. Let me make it up for falling asleep last night," he asked. Your hum gave him the permission he needed.

After spinning you over, he quickly dropped to his knees, and with his left hand, he guided your right leg to rest over his shoulder. That provided him with the angle he wanted.

You were already turned on, but seeing Spencer on his knees for you was something else. He looked so hot there, so ready to please you.

He trailed kisses from your calves to your thighs. The anticipation was killing you.

"Baby, please. We do not have much time," you begged.

Spencer listened to your request and gave in, diving his mouth into your core.

"Fuck!" you whimpered, grasping Spencer's wet locks to root yourself.

"Baby, you taste so good," he mumbled, not stopping his task. The vibration of his voice rumbled in your core, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Everything about Spencer Reid was perfect; you learned that fact the day you met him years ago. But one of the incredible and still amazing things about this man was his talent to eat pussy. Like a starved man in front of his only meal. Of course, it's not something to complain about; quite the opposite.

"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted, so entranced in the pleasure you forgot the hot water hitting your bodies.

Spencer grasped your leg over his shoulder to keep you steady and used his other hand to push two fingers into you.

"Oh, yes! Yes! So so good!"

God, those slender and skillful fingers. You usually had an internal debate about what you loved the most: his tongue, fingers, or dick. But you loved them equally and even better if he used them on you simultaneously.

"Spencer, please. Faster, baby," you begged, and Spencer obliged. Speeding his motions, you were on the brink of your climax. You only needed a little push. When you were sure the coil was about to snap, a sudden opening of the bathroom door and a familiar little voice brought you to reality.

"Daddy!!! Aunt Penelope is calling!!!!" Liv chimed.

Spencer almost falls on the shower floor, leaving the grip of your leg.

"Shit!" you mumbled, bracing against the wall to steady yourself.

"Who is calling, Pumpkin?" Spencer shrieked, trying to conceal your curse words and his heavy breathing. Hastily he grabbed a towel from the hook next to the shower and covered himself.

"Aunt Peny!" Liv repeated, reaching out Spencer's cell phone to him.

"Oh. Okay. Thank you, sweetheart. Let's take the call outside, okay?" Spencer offered, leading Liv out of the bathroom.

After he shut the door, you let out a deep sigh, all flustered and frustrated.

Not a nice feeling, if you are honest.

Yet you knew the scene you'd find after exiting the bathroom would be more disappointing.

And you were just right.

With a towel around your body, you appeared in the bedroom and saw Spencer dressed in his usual work attire, fixing his tie. He noticed you standing there through the mirror reflection. Turning to face you, his apologetic eyes told you what you already knew.

"Don't look at me like that, please."

"I'm not looking at you in any particular way," you lied.

"Baby, I know you're pissed off. But there is an urgent case in Louisiana. There are several-" He was about to explain, but you shook your head to cut him off. You didn't want to know.

"Nu-uh. No need for details, Spencer. It's your job. I know." It was true; you knew how it was, but it didn't frustrate you less. Spencer came closer and held one of your hands.

"Hey, I promise I'll make it up to you," he vowed, rubbing your knuckles. You bit your lower lip; to this extent, you had already lost count of the times he had told the same thing in the past months.

"Don't. Stop saying that, Spence. I know you have good intentions, but circumstances are not on our side, so stop making promises we know you can't keep, okay?"

Spencer winced. He knew you were right; he didn't find a tangible way to make it up to Liv or you in the past months. That pained him.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad. Just - just frustrated, okay? Now I'm going to help Liv to dress and prepare myself for work," you announced, squeezing his hand before letting go of it and leaving the bedroom.

After assisting Olivia with the morning routine, the little girl strolled to where her dad was in the kitchen. You then started to prepare yourself. You knew it would be a hard day at work. Thanks to the nonhabitual customers plaguing the bookstore during the Holiday season, it had been like that in the past week.

You got to the kitchen fully dressed and found Spencer preparing breakfast. Liv was eating her cereal already.

"Mommy! Daddy made breakfast!" Liv chirped.

"I see that, sweetheart. Daddy made breakfast for me too. Thanks, Daddy," you said, grabbing the mug full of coffee Spencer served.

He gave you a wide smile.

Spencer felt terrible for leaving again in less than twelve hours, so he wanted at least to make a little something.

"I can take Liv to school," he offered. You looked at him, puzzled.

"You sure? You are not late already?"

"I'm sure. It's okay. I don't think the whole team gets there in less than forty-five minutes," Spencer informed, checking his watch.

You nodded, knowing why he was doing this. Spencer was already self-conscious and anxious about not being around so often in the past weeks. He felt guilty, and you hated making him feel that way.

After the last sip of his coffee, Spencer stood.

"Okay, time to go, Liv."

The little girl rushed to get her backpack and then to you to kiss you goodbye.

"Bye, Mommy."

"Bye, sweetheart. Mommy will pick you up in the afternoon, okay?" You reminded her while combing a rebel hair strand behind her ear. Olivia had the same kind of untamed hair as her father.

"M'kay. Love you."

"Love you too, honey."

"I'll call you when we touch down, okay?" Spencer affirmed, grabbing his satchel and go-bag.

"Okay. Be safe," you requested, as always, when he was leaving for a case.

"I will. I love you. So so much." Spencer pecked your lips, caressing your cheek.

"I love you too, Spencer."

And you were right. The day stood as awful as you thought it would be. So awful that it was eleven pm, and you were at home still working on the list you needed to get for the bookstore collection.

A ding from your phone took you out of your current task.

You chuckled, just picturing Spencer's face right now.

You typed, knowing Spencer could be slightly exaggerated sometimes. Still, you love when he tells you about trivial things of his day.

You didn't want to worry him, but you couldn't lie to him.

Spencer - the guy who barely sleeps being away from home - worried about your sleeping schedule was something contradictory and adorable at the same time.

Spencer felt bad. Even if he knew you were as workaholic as him, he would have wanted to be there so you didn't have to put up with all the work. On top of that, he missed you and his daughter.

In the time you have been dating since your reunion - five years after Olivia was born - Spencer's life changed, and for the better.

Spencer thought he would never find happiness after what he did. He thought he lost his chance when you told him you were pregnant, and he left.

So when fate brought you to his life again, he swore not to screw it up this time. Against the odds, you accepted him, and Spencer has never been happier since then. Thinking about that, he can't stress enough his desire to make you happy for long as you have him. As happy as you make him.

With that thought and before going to sleep, Spencer made a mental note to talk with Emily the following day. He needed to do something to make it up for the weeks away from you and get back the quality time you both needed.

While Spencer was catching a serial killer in Louisiana, you still managed a lot of workload in the bookstore. Five days and you were utterly exhausted. Now it was Friday, and Spencer hadn't called you yet. You guys spoke the night before; he hoped to wrap the case soon. Checking your watch, you realized it was time to pick up Liv from school. As you were getting ready, the bell at the bookstore entrance got your attention. You weren't prepared for what you saw next: Luke Alvez crossing the threshold. It took you two seconds to start freaking out. Something bad happened. Luke read your face immediately and jumped to explain.

"No, no, no. Everything is okay. Spencer is okay," he hastened to say, walking to you with hands up to calm you down.

"Why are you here then?" You asked, confused. You didn't think Luke was there looking for a book or just passing by.

And that also meant Spencer was in DC as well.

"Sorry, that sounded rude. When did you guys come back?" You asked the man, who gave you a wide smile.

"It's okay. We came back today. We caught the guy first thing in the morning. But! I'm not here to talk about work," he said, handing you an envelope he produced from his pocket. You took it and narrowed your eyes before opening it. There was a card inside you learned was written by Spencer. His handwriting was unmistakable.

'My sweet girl,

I'm sorry if seeing Luke made you nervous. I'm okay, safe and sound. I just can't be there right now, although I only want to be with you. Yet I need you to trust me in this, okay? I need you to go with Luke. He knows where. And you don't have to worry about Olivia, she is fine. I already picked her up.

See you soon, my love.

SR.'

You looked at Luke, still puzzled. He chuckled, signaling to the door.

"Shall we?"

You tried, by all means, to get Luke to tell you something about what was happening as you guys went in the car to who knows where, but he just shook his head, smiling and telling you to be patient. Clearly, Luke Alvez didn't know patience was the least you had left these days. Even so, you stopped insisting and focused on the road after a while. It was starting to get dark, and through the window, you could see the landscape of big green trees passing by. It was a welcomed sight after the days you just had.

Luke pulled over to a cabin hidden between the woods an hour later. The lights inside were on, and on the porch, you saw Spencer standing with a massive smile on his face.

"Spencer?" You asked after getting down from Luke's car. Luke behind you.

"Hey, love. How was the trip?" Spencer asked casually as if this was a regular occurrence and you were totally aware of what was going on.

"Honey, why you don't explain to me what's this?"

"Okay, Reid, (Y/N). Here is where my task is done," Luke announced, taking off an invisible hat in a saluting motion before climbing again to his car.

"Thank you so much, Luke. I owe you," Spencer told Alvez, who shook his head.

"No problem, man. Have a good time, you two."

As the car pulled away, you turned back to look at Spencer, who already had his eyes on you.

"Spencer? Why are we here? Where is Liv?" You asked, looking behind his shoulder into the cabin to see if your daughter was there. Spencer followed your line of vision, knowing what you were doing.

"Hey, look at me," he requested, softly tilting your head back to him with his fingers on your chin.

"But-" You stuttered. You weren't accustomed to being without Olivia if you weren't working or she wasn't at school.

"Hey, Liv is fine. She's with JJ and the boys, and they'll have a pajama party tonight. She won't miss us. And we, my sweet girl? We need time for ourselves. I know the past months have been stressful for both; that's why we are here. To disconnect and reconnect," Spencer explained, lovingly stroking your cheek. His efforts worked. You were now focused, looking at the man in awe.

"So you planned all of this?" You raised an eyebrow. Not that you weren't familiar with Spencer doing special things for you, but lately, your routine consumed a lot from both of you.

"Yep," he answered sheepishly. You chuckled before leaning to peck his lips.

"Spencer Reid, you're definitely something else."

"Wait until you see inside," he retorted, holding your hand and leading you into the cabin.

Spencer was right. Inside was like being in a romantic movie.

The place was cozy, with a fireplace in the middle and a large couch with thick blankets. In the back was a small table already set neatly for two. Not to mention the enormous windows with a spectacular lake view.

"This is so beautiful. Look at the lights! A table for two? Wine? You went the extra mile here!" You complimented your boyfriend as you took in the place. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your neck.

"Ah! And you haven't seen the hot tub yet," Spencer mumbled into your skin, filling your stomach with butterflies.

"I assume we won't sleep tonight," you giggled, turning to face Spencer. He had a playful look.

"Maybe not, but we can do that tomorrow," he offered, pecking the tip of your nose.

"I doubt it if we need to leave early," you pouted. Spencer smirked.

"We don't have to. Indeed, we don't have to come back until Monday noon."

Monday noon? You were not understanding.

"Spencer, don't be silly. Liv can't stay with JJ the entire weekend, and we have work," you tried to reason, but that only got you a wider smile from Spencer.

"In fact, she can. JJ promised the boys a trip to the zoo tomorrow and the kid's carnival in Virginia on Sunday. JJ invited Liv to join them, and she said yes," he informed you. You narrowed your eyes to him.

"Are you letting our six-old pick her activities for the weekend now?" Spencer giggled.

"Yep. This time, at least. And! About work, you don't have to worry. I have time off until Tuesday, and I talked with Alan, so you do too."

You were impressed. Spencer indeed took care of all the details.

"Unbelievable. And I have to guess you packed clothes for the weekend too?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"Your guess is correct. Although I do plan you won't wear many clothes this weekend. I would even venture to say we'll stay naked most of the time," Spencer whispered in your ear.

"Spencer Reid! What a perverted mind of yours," you scolded him, trying to disguise the growing desire you already had. He chuckled, leaning back to look at you.

"I know, but you love me for that."

"And for so many other things. Do you want me to show you?" You asked him, running your index finger up and down his chest.

"Oh yes, please," he agreed, kissing you. You welcomed the gesture, capturing his lips in yours. Your hands now fled up his shoulders until they were secured around his neck. Spencer gripped your hips to keep you in place.

Soon after, the kiss grew in heat and need. No one could have blamed you; it had been weeks since you both hadn't been together. Not even your best toy had been enough to appease how you missed him.

You were ready to have him right there and then. But it seemed Spencer had other plans because when you were about to undo his shirt buttons without breaking the kiss, one of his hands stopped you.

"Wait," he mumbled into your lips, reluctantly parting his lips from yours.

"What's wrong?" You asked, worried about doing something inappropriate or making him uncomfortable.

"Nothing. I mean, I'm as desperate as you are," Spencer answered, almost huffing. You didn't understand then why he stopped. Spencer saw the confusion in your eyes and hurried to explain. "It's just that dinner is ready, and we have a bottle of wine waiting for us," he explained, head pointing to the table.

"But baby, dinner can wait," you suggested seductively, giving your best bedroom eyes to him. You wanted nothing but him to give in and fuck you senseless.

Spencer bit his lower lip, considering your offer for a second. It didn't help you were toying with his shirt buttons, not breaking eye contact and batting your eyelashes at him.

"Ugh! Fuck dinner," Spencer decided, pulling you full to his body to kiss your lips. You gladly complied, shoving your arms around his neck again and kissing him back.

Not breaking apart, you both stumbled between the furniture to reach the bedroom. But once there, you couldn't help but part from Spencer's lips to turn and admire the place. Candles were scattered over each surface, giving a dim glow to the room.

"This is amazing, Spencer."

Spencer chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"All for you, my sweet girl," he purred in your ear. You love how horny he gets when he calls you like that. And hearing him talk made you shudder in anticipation. You were desperate for him. You have been like this for weeks and couldn't wait any longer.

"Please, Spencer. I need you," you begged, leaning back to rest your head on his shoulder.

"And I need you," he told you while his hands danced dangerously down your lower stomach and his lips kissed your neck. His hot breath on your skin set you aflame, and the moan ripping your throat sounded nasty and eager, but you couldn't care less.

Spencer's hands traveled to the hem of your top, pulling it up. You eased his task, raising your arms. With the garment out, Spencer's hand moved to unclasp your bra. After tugging the fabric off of you, he tossed it behind him.

You turned then to face him. He groaned, seeing your breasts. His hands cupped each of them as magnets, massaging the flesh and coaxing a moan from you.

"I missed these girls," he breathed before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirling around the bud felt amazing. You were so soaked already by his ministrations in your sensitive skin that you could have cum right then.

"Feels so good," you moaned, eyes closed shut and arching your back to give him better access.

Releasing your nipple with a pop, Spencer was now focused on the other one. Both needed the same treatment. Your hands flew to his wild curls, tugging them for what you got a grunt from Spencer.

"Harder," he demanded, and you obliged, tugging harder this time. A moan escaped from Spencer's mouth, vibrating in your skin and making you dizzy.

"Fuck, baby," you breathed. The noises coming from his mouth made you so wet and needy that you clenched your thighs together to get some friction, and you weren't even naked yet.

Out of instinct, your hands shifted to yank his shirt. Spencer understood what you wanted, and with his lips sucking and nipping your exposed skin, he unbuttoned and got rid of his shirt, tossing it to the floor.

"Spencer, please," you begged. You needed more, and you needed it now.

His hands moved to secure your ass and lift you up so your legs hooked around his waist. He walked both of you to the bed, climbing on his knees and bending you over the mattress.

"What do you want?" He asked, lips brushing yours and his voice husky with desire.

"You. All of you. Please."

"Don't worry, my sweet girl. I'll take care of you." His mouth was now kissing your neck as his hands started to unbutton your jeans.

The more desperate you were, the more Spencer tortured you by moving slower. Neither the whines nor the moans ripping from your throat were convincing enough. He wanted to take his sweet time with you.

After sliding your jeans down your legs and flinging them to the floor, Spencer's mouth focused on your calves first, kissing and licking up until reaching your thighs.

Your core throbbed in protest at the inattention, but it didn't wait long to feel Spencer's hot breath in your covered pussy. He groaned at the realization of how wet you were.

"All this for me?" He asked cockily, tracing the flimsy fabric with his fingers and making you moan.

"Yes! All of it. For you, baby," you panted and whined while Spencer toyed with the waistline of your panties.

"I need to taste you. Can I?" He asked. As if you were going to tell him no, which you wouldn't.

"Yes, yes, do it, baby."

Spencer didn't need to be told twice, gliding your panties down your legs and leaving you completely bare and at his mercy.

Seeing yourself so exposed might have made you feel vulnerable, but with Spencer, it didn't. Since the first time you both had sex, he had always treated you as the most precious thing in the world.

After licking a long stripe of your core, Spencer hummed, satisfied at last having you like this. You were the air his lungs missed.

Instinctively your hands found a home between his curls. You needed something to ground to as your boyfriend's tongue swirled around your swollen clit.

"So good. You taste so fucking good. I will never get tired of this," the man between your legs praised. It was true; if he could spend hours eating you out, he would. More than once, hearing your noises and feeling your moisture coating his tongue had been enough for him to cum.

This time though, he wanted you to cum first before he could ever think to do it himself. Still sucking your nub, he used his fingers to add to your pleasure. And it worked; as he finger-fucked you and lapped your clit, you were a moaning mess at the brink of cumming.

"Spencer! Right there! I'm gonna-shit!" You announced, shamelessly whining under his ministrations. Spencer knew you were close and sped his pace. Without stopping his task, he spoke his command.

"Cum for me. Let me drink it all."

His words rumbling in your core were what pushed you to the edge. You screamed his name, arching your back and tightening your grip on his hair. A white-hot flash blurred your sight as your body filled with the pick of your pleasure.

"Spencer! Fuck!"

"That's my girl," he mumbled, dribbling at your core and swallowing everything you gave him. His fingers were still massaging that sweet spot, now slowly to help you to ride out your orgasm.

As you descended from your high, you noticed between half-lidded eyes a pair of hazel orbs looking at you in utter adoration.

"Good?" He asked, a lovesick smile plastered on his face. You huffed a laugh, still trying to regulate your breathing.

"You ask me that after I got hoarse from screaming your name?" You questioned in disbelief. Spencer chuckled.

"Yeah?"

"Come here," you demanded, pulling him up to kiss him. You could taste your own arousal coating his lips. The feeling made you both moan in unison.

"I love you," he mumbled on your lips.

"I love you too," you replied, still dizzy after your intense orgasm.

"We can stop if you want," he offered. You glanced at him, almost offended.

"If you stop, I'll break up with you," you threatened. Spencer laughed.

"Yes, ma'am."

Not waiting for another command, Spencer hovered over you, kissing you hungrily. You welcomed his passion, roaming down his naked torso and reaching his belt buckle. Then your hands were doing quick work to unfasten it.

"Eager, are we?" Spencer teased, nibbling at your collarbone.

"I could say the same," you bantered back, slightly palming his clothed erection. That made Spencer growl.

"I'm not going to lie, my sweet girl. I want to fuck you so bad," he grunted in your ear. And you moaned in anticipation.

"Then do it. Fuck me. I need your cock, baby. Fuck me hard until I forget my name," you begged, your voice giving away your desperation.

Spencer couldn't take it anymore; he kneeled on the mattress to undid his pants. He got rid of them and his boxers in record time. Both garments landed on the floor somewhere across the room.

Your eyes couldn't help but focus on Spencer's length hitting his lower stomach. It was painfully hard, head angry red and leaking precum. The sight watered your mouth. Oh, how bad you wanted it inside you, tearing you in two.

You let out a painful mewl at the thought, making Spencer chuckle.

"What is it?" Spencer taunted, already knowing what you wanted.

"Please, baby," you purred, hand wrapping around his length to pump it a few times. Spencer hissed when you did that.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you," he demanded. You whined, hoping that would be enough for him to give in, but it wasn't. He would wait until you told him exactly what you wanted.

"I need your big cock. In me. Fucking me senseless," you confessed, still moving your hand up and down Spencer's dick. That was the last straw for him. With one hand, he grabbed both of yours and pinned them above your head. You gasped at the sudden change of position, but Spencer was too focused on what he was doing even to care. His free hand held his cock, aligning it with your entrance.

Slowly he pushed forward, and you felt how you were filled by him inch by inch. A dragged moan ripped out of your mouth at the welcomed intrusion.

"So tight, so warm," Spencer praised, entranced by the sensation of you and the sight of him disappearing between your folds.

"Spencer. Oh my God."

Once he was fully inside, his gaze focused on your face. Eyes squeezed shut; eyebrows furrowed, and mouth agape.

"I missed you so much, my sweet girl," he declared, using one hand to stroke your cheek lovingly. You opened your eyes to find his hazel ones looking at you with utter devotion.

"I missed you too, Spence. So much," you acknowledged, basking in the feeling of him and, above all, enjoying that time alone you both needed.

"I would stay like this forever," Spencer recognized, pushing some hair strands out of your face. A moan tore from his chest when you involuntarily clenched your walls around him.

"Me too, but now you need to move," you whimpered, ready to receive everything he could offer you. Spencer nodded, pulling out almost entirely before slamming into you again to set a steady pace.

"Fuck, yes!" You cried, feeling Spencer thrust into you once and again.

The sound of skin hitting skin was sinful, and your moans only added to that erotic picture. Spencer's eyes didn't leave yours, trying to commit to memory your blissed expression. He loved being the one who could give you that much pleasure. He wanted that for the rest of his life.

"(Y/N), shit," he panted, leaning forward to rest his forearms on each side of your head so he could kiss you hard. You kissed him back with the same intensity, swallowing all his grunts escaping his mouth with each thrust.

You were lost in the pleasure he was giving you, but nothing seemed to be enough. You wanted all of him. To feel him in deeply in you.

"Harder! Please, harder. I can take it!"

Your demand came in the form of a broken moan. And who was Spencer to deny you anything? Leaning his head in the crook of your neck, his hips started to move faster and purposely deep. Grunting in your ear, he tried to do his best not to lose it.

"So you can take it, uh? My sweet girl is so fucking desperate for my cock. If people knew how a whore you get with my dick in you." He accompanied each word with a harsh thrust, leaving you like a moaning mess.

You loved Spencer's dirty talk. It always got you there in no time. And this occasion wasn't the exception.

"Baby, I'm so close," you whined, scratching his biceps with your nails.

"Fuck, me too," Spencer added, panting hard and feeling his thrusts faltering.

"Please, don't stop!" You begged, almost at the edge of your climax.

"I won't," he grunted, thrusting deeper if possible.

"Shit! Oh God!"

"Cum for me! Cum on my cock, please," Spencer demanded with the last ounce of strength before succumbing to his own pleasure. And his words worked. After he commanded you to come, your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

"Fuck! Yes!" you cried as your walls constricted and your sight went blank.

"(Y/N), argh!" Spencer grunted, thrusting in and out to ride out your high and chase his own.

"Give it to me. Come on, Spencer. Give it to me!" you chanted, clenching your walls with the spasms of your climax. That drove Spencer to the edge, emptying himself in you. His warmth filled you and almost pushed you into another orgasm.

Spencer's body collapsed onto yours. His heavy breathing matched yours. As you descended from your highs, your hands found Spencer's damped hair. Spencer's hand rubbed circles in your naked waist as your fingers racked between his locks.

After some sense of reality brought you both back, Spencer pulled out of you and headed to the bathroom to get a wet cloth and clean the remnants of your mess. Tossing the fabric into the hamper, he laid down next to you.

"Wow. That - that was amazing," you puffed, still trying to catch your breath and scooting closer to rest your head on his chest.

"Yeah. More than amazing," Spencer added, securing your waist with his arms around.

It had been a long time since you had spent an evening like this. Without the pressure of time, your work, or chores to do.

"Thank you," you told Spencer, lazily gesturing around the room. You both were still regulating your breath. Spencer turned his head to look at you and smiled.

"You are welcome," he winked. And you could have ended the conversation there, but you felt the urge to let out what was on your mind.

"I'm not only talking about this, you know? I mean, I do," you tried to explain. "But it's everything, I guess?" Spencer raised an eyebrow. There was something else; he could feel it.

"(Y/N), if someone should be thankful, that would be me. Believe me," Spencer retorted softly. You shook your head, avoiding eye contact. Noticing your reaction, he leaned with a forearm on the mattress and reached to stroke your cheek so you could look at him again.

Maybe it's true sex can get you emotional; you didn't know, honestly. But you couldn't help the tears rolling down your cheeks- tears that alarmed your boyfriend.

"Hey, what's it, baby? Did I do or say something wrong?" Spencer asked when he saw your glassy eyes. You hastened to explain.

"No! You didn't do anything bad. It's the opposite, actually," you started. Spencer narrowed his eyes, trying to catch your train of thought.

While collecting your ideas, you sat in bed. Spencer mimicked you, giving you time to develop whatever was in your head.

"I won't tell you this to make you feel bad or guilty. But I need it to prove my point, okay?" You prefaced. Spencer nodded in silence. After letting out a deep sigh, you spoke again.

"I'm not going to say I fell in love with you the day I met you, but between that point and our first date, I knew I had fallen hard for you. And it was tough to realize things between us didn't evolve like a fairy tale. After you left, reality hit me: I was alone against the world again. But this time, I had a human being who depended on me," you sighed, remembering when you discovered you were pregnant. Spencer kept a respectful silence, waiting for you to continue.

"For a long time, I convinced myself I needed to fall in love again to get over you. And I tried. I swear I looked for it. But at some point, I stopped. It just didn't make sense, you know? I couldn't force my heart to do that. And I wondered if that kind of love wasn't meant for me. I settled with that idea to move on," you shrugged, gazing at him. You noticed how guilty he felt even if he didn't say anything.

"Spencer, I never hated you, even if you thought I did at some point. Truthfully, I hated myself for believing I could have gotten more from you than I did."

Spencer looked at you intensely, fighting the urge to say something. But he promised he would listen.

"And then life made us cross paths again. It wasn't conventional, but it happened, and the idea of having you in my life again scared the shit of me. I didn't want my heart hurt, but I did it for Olivia. And when I tried to shield myself from you, you still managed to reach me and rebuild the love you broke in me. I didn't feel it was possible, but you did it. That's why I thank you. Even if you broke my heart, you gathered the pieces and cared for them until they became whole again. You restored my faith in love."

As you ended speaking, you caught Spencer's tearing eyes. Yours surely looked the same.

"I love you," Spencer mumbled, barely blinking to avoid letting go of his tears. You smiled. Those words were the reassurance you needed in a moment of vulnerability like this.

"And I love you too if you didn't notice it from what I just said," you finished your statement with a joke, trying to lighten the mood. Spencer shook his head, chuckling. You giggled, satisfied with his reaction. That giggle morphed into a wide smile when his lips met yours in a long, sweet kiss.

When the kiss ended, Spencer rested his forehead on yours, basking in the intimate moment you were having. And without any prompting, he just said...

"Marry me."

After the words left his mouth, he realized what he had done. Opening his eyes, he saw yours filled with confusion.

"What?"

It slipped, but there was nothing but truth in his request. Spencer was convinced he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, be your husband, and love you how you deserved to be loved.

Chuckling nervously, he shook his head.

"It is not like I pictured this to go, but I can't wait any longer," he confessed. The cat was out of the bag.

"Spencer, what are you talking about?"

"Please. Give me a second. Wait right here."

Before you could say anything, he quickly got up from the bed and ran to the living room. Seeing your naked boyfriend jumping out of bed into the hallway was humorous enough to make a joke. Still, you were so confused about what was happening that nothing came out of your mouth.

"Where are you-" You stuttered.

"I'll be right back!"

He was right. In less than a minute, Spencer reappeared in the room, one of his fists clenched. He quickly knelt on the mattress in front of you, and with his free hand, he took yours.

"Like I said. It wasn't how I imagined doing this, but I guess Rossi was right when he told me you can't fabricate the perfect moment, but you can feel it, though," he prefaced.

"Spencer-"

“(Y/N). I love you, and I'll love you until my last breath and beyond. There is no one I want to be with for the rest of my days but you. You are the one for me; you already gave me your heart and one of the most precious gifts I could ask for, our little Olivia. And I want to make you both happy for the rest of my life."

Although you already suspected where this was going, your brain still couldn't believe the scene unfolding before you.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?"

Your jaw dropped after hearing the question. Spencer was proposing to you? It couldn't be. Although things were going well between you in this universe, you did not expect something like this at this moment.

Spencer took your silence as discomfort, so he tried to explain himself.

"I know this is unconventional. I had never proposed to anyone kneeling on a mattress, naked and shaking, either for feeling cold or be extremely nervous, I don't know. Well, I never proposed to anyone before, but you know what I mean-" Spencer rambled until you cut him off.

"Yes!" You blurted. And this time, it was Spencer who was surprised by your retort.

"What? 'Yes, I never proposed to anyone before' or 'Yes, I didn't do it being naked?'" he questioned, narrowing his eyes.

You laughed when you saw your boyfriend's face trying to figure out what you were referring to.

"Silly, 'yes' is my answer. I'll marry you," you repeated, beaming.

The confusion quickly turned to elation. You said yes. You agreed to marry him and be his wife. This was one of the happiest days of his life.

Without warning, he caught you with his arms in a tight embrace, laughing and letting out tears of happiness, hiding his head in your neck and inhaling your essence, evidence that you and this moment were real.

"So yes?" He asked when he parted, only for good measure.

"A million times yes," you assured him, leaning to kiss your now fiancee's lips.

A million times, you would say to him yes. That million times represent the love for that man who just asked to marry him, naked in the bed where he just fucked you like there wasn't tomorrow, in a cabin lost in the woods he picked to have time alone with you. This is the same man that broke your heart and mended it with time, care, and devotion. The man that gave you a beautiful daughter and just had promised life by your side.

Things were unconventional with Spencer Reid, no doubt, but unconventional is the story between you and him, so why not?

This moment starts another chapter in your unconventional life together, and you are already eager to know what the future will bring you.

Are you guys not eager to know too?

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🎁🎈🎂🎉🎊 I loved Try Me (Matt Murdock x Reader), I was wondering if maybe you could write a sequel? I could see an intimate moment where she’s feeding him the soup she made and taking care of him, potentially with the hilarity of Foggy finding out he’s got two super powered friends

thanks! hopefully this is what you were looking for, I had fun writing it!

Ask Me

pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

word count: 1099

warnings: none

part 1

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"I can't believe you're Daredevil." She mutters as she ladles the soup into a bowl. She made a broth more than a soup because she didn't have time to cut the vegetables, but it'll do the trick. She also didn't know the extent of Matt's injures, and she didn't want him to have trouble eating anything. "Does Foggy know?" She asks as she brings the bowl over to the couch.

"Yes," Matt chuckles, but his teeth are clenched in pain. She kneels next to the couch and she is still shocked by his injuries, even though she's already seen them. He has a large cut across his chest, and resists the urge to touch it.

She watches Matt try to sit up, but he's clearly in too much pain. She puts the soup on the ground in favor of helping him up. She tries not to let her pulse rush as she touches his bare back and bicep, pulling him up gently until he is sitting up enough to eat.

"Here, let's get you some food." She tells him, spooning some broth and then carefully helping him eat some. It's so quiet in the apartment that she swears she can feel her own heart race as she feeds Matt. They're close, and her brain is reeling with the thought of how Matt, and blind man, can be a vigilante.

"I think that's good." Matt groans when they're about three fourths of the way though the bowl. She gets up to put the bowl away and grab a warm, wet cloth.

"How are you Daredevil?" She asks, sinking down to her knees again and beginning to wipe off the blood around his wounds.

"Are you asking if I'm actually blind?" He questions, but he's smiling, so she can tell he's joking.

"I know you're blind, Matt." She says with a small sigh. She's seen his unfocused eyes too many times to think he was just preteneding.

"All my other senses are heightened." He tells her, tensing as she begins to wipe a big, deep cut. She hopes that soon her healing food will kick in; she's never seen it help on this level, and she's worried it won't work as well as Matt is hoping it will.

"So, you can hear really good?" She asks, wondering what exactly that means. He shrugs, smiling a little bit.

"And smell, and taste. And feel. I have to have specific sheets because of how sensitive my skin is." He's feeling better, she can tell, and it makes her smile.

"How did figure it out?" She asks quietly. She's had these powers ever since she can remember, but she'd never told anyone and no one ever figured it out either. This is a first, sharing a gift, and she can't help but feel a little scared.

"That your food could heal people?" He clarifies. She almost nods, but then catches herself.

"Yeah," She confirms.

"You asked me what happened again the day after you first gave me the croissant, as if you knew it should have gone away. And I usually have accelerated healing anyway, but not that fast. You wouldn't have known that." He's starting to relax more, and she knows he needs to get some sleep soon.

"You wanna move to the bed?" She asks, putting the cloth down and preparing to move him. Before he can answer, Foggy comes stomping back in.

"So both of my best friends are super heroes?" He yells, throwing the drugstore bag in their general direction. Y/N's eyes widen as Foggy walks to them.

"I am not a super hero." Y/N clarifies.

"I wouldn't classify myself as one either." Matt interjects, a hand out to stop Foggy's rant. It does nothing, and Foggy soldiers on.

"You can feel, hear, and smell things no human should be able to feel, hear, and smell." He points at Matt, who raises an eyebrow. "And you can heal people with your food, that you've been feeding me for months!" Foggy moves to Y/N, and she just shakes her head.

"Have you ever wondered why you haven't gotten sick in months?" She asks, and he just scoffs.

"That proves my point!" He screams. Y/N and Matt shake their heads, Matt smirking.

"Foggy, neither of us are superheroes. You don't need to freak out." Matt tries to calm him down, but Foggy just gets more worked up.

"Are you kidding me? You could be Avengers for all I know!" Foggy grabs the bag that he had thrown and begins to get some of the bandages and Neosporin out to help Matt.

"Oh my God," Y/N groans, rolling her eyes and putting her head in her hands. Honestly, Foggy freaking out was kinda funny, but she isn't sure if he's being serious now or not.

"We're not Avengers, Foggy." Matt chuckles, and Y/N begins to put bandages over Matt's injuries.

"Well I just don't know that, do I?" Foggy looks over at the pot on the stove, walking over there quickly. "What did you make?"

"Just a quick broth. I wanted to get Matt something quick." She tells Foggy as she begins to focus on the task at hand.

"Is this why I haven't gotten paper cuts?" Foggy asks as he ladles a little soup out for himself.

"It doesn't make you skin extra strong, Fog." Matt tells him as she continues bandaging him up. Her hands brushing his skin make Matt want to crawl out of his skin in a good way, which didn't make sense until this very moment.

"Did I hurt you?" Y/N asks softly when he tenses.

"No," He mutters, putting a hand on her wrist to stop her. "It's okay, I think the big ones are taken care of." He just wants to lay down and sleep it off now, but he wants to ask her one more thing.

"Let me help you to your room." She offers, and together, with him leaning on her, they make it to Matt's room.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asks as they sit down. He can feel the heat begin to flush her cheeks, her heart beginning to race. He's worried still that maybe she feels uncomfortable until she responds.

"Working." She thinks she's funny, and Matt chuckles.

"Do you want to go to Josie's with me tomorrow night?" He asks, and she ducks her head and smiles.

"As long as my boss lets me off on time." She says, nudging him with her shoulder.

"I'll talk to him." He tells her, both of them smiling hard enough that their cheeks hurt.

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#matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x reader fluff #matt murdock #daredevil x reader #daredevil imagine #daredevil

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The chore. Part 3 (Sully family x reader)

this is part three of ‘The chore’! 💕

“Race ya!” We ran until there was no tomorrow and we rushed into help mom with any duties that need to be fulfilled, anything to take the stress off especially with in her pregnancy. It wasn’t until a couple of hours in when I was organizing the supplies and showing Tuk what each of them would do or quizzing her on things I’ve taught her, our giggling came to a stop and curiosity took over our faces, hearing sirens. As we watched our parents rush outside to find out who were the newcomers arriving. “Let’s go! Let’s go Y/n! I want to welcome who’s here!” I pick Tuk up and agree as we both giggle towards the group. It wasn’t until I heard a gasp from Tuk on my hip that I grew even more curious to see what was going on. I got a better look in the crowd realized it was people, just like us. It was my other parents. I lose focus until Tuk brought me back to reality.

“Turn back y/n now! People are gonna realize. Take us home.” Tuk hides her face in my shoulder whispering and pleading. As I rush away crashing, and turning corners, I can hear Jake asking for a place to settle and I couldn’t bare the thought of having everything my parents built for Tuk and I shattered. They were going to move us outside OUR comfort zone. OUR peace. OUR healing.

I place Tuk in her hammock while she asks me questions back and forth, panic in her voice.

“Are they gonna take us? Y/n are we going to have to leave our home? They won’t take me right? Will mom and dad take them in? Are we going to have to talk to them? See them?”

We didn’t need this, we didn’t deserve this, we did not deserve for them to crash into us like they did. I can’t breath. Her voice becomes blurry as I sit down trying to find a way out. “Y/n! Y/n what’s wrong?!” I try responding to her but it’s feels like something’s caught in my body and stopping me from reassuring her we’re ok still. And then I feel the tide of memories I fought so hard to pull away from….

*Flashback*

"Y/n you're doing it all wrong. How could you be so stupid. You clearly can't handle the simple responsibility of taking care of Tuk. You were supposed to watch over your siblings. They should have never even touched that part of the forest. You are grounded. When you watch Tuk tomorrow you only stay HERE. that's all you'll ever stay." *

“…y/n it’s ok. Breath y/n” she hugged me and repeated her sweet words while I gasped for air to reassure her that I’ll be fine. “Thank you Tuk! I’m fine, it’s no big deal ok? We will wait until Mom and dad come home. I’ll look after you, as long as I’m here, no one can hurt you” I hug her tight while she cries, clinging onto her as every part of me is afraid they might take her away.

As my parents walk through our Mauri I quickly put Tuk down to rest. “Mom, dad? I-“ I was cut off “y/n oh my, you have a cut on your back did you get caught on something? How come you didn’t come to me?” She pulled me down to clean the small cut I must’ve got it while we were running through the village. They were telling me how there were newcomers and since we are from the same place if we knew each other that’s when I admitted it “yes, yes they were our parents, father.” The shock was written all over my dad’s face just as quickly as it came, it left. Now replaced with disgust and anger, not towards me but towards the people they just accepted onto the island. Soon soft eyes came with fear hidden behind them, scared that the children they took in, the kids who now became blood to them we’re going to be ripped away from them too. I try to stay calm and patient while my mom tries to calm the situation down “Its ok let’s just relax-“

The stinging I felt from the wound being cleaned while I feel the anxiousness flowing though my mothers hands that healed me, it made fear take over again making me quick to reply. “Oh my, (I get up quickly to look at them) don’t tell me to relax mom! how can I relax when they’re here? I left the forest right? Tuk begged me to take her. So I did. I took the only person that loved me in that moment, someone they loved too, I did that. And now they’re going to take her and I can’t stand the idea of it happening. So please. Don’t tell me to relax.” I sat down while the draining feeling came again “…I’m sorry, I’m sorry I shouldn’t shout…I’m just really scared…everywhere I go I see Tuk’s face, she’s everything to me. I can’t-I can’t just give her up. I won’t. I refuse.” They looked at me for a moment and that’s when dad said what I didn’t think he can felt too.

“We’re scared too. I’m scared. We were not lucky enough to have you as babies because you were their’s. We will not lie and say we aren’t afraid, we are a mess. We second guessed everything when we accepted them. The one thing that we didn’t second guess was taking you two in. Remember what we said Y/n when you were completely blinded by your own ways to see that it was ok to finally be at peace. ‘we are here to show you we care, we are not leaving, we are not going to ignore your feelings, and we will go through this together. As long as we are here no one can hurt you.”

My fears were soon calmed and I held my parents tight. We felt a small Tuk rush in “I’m still here!!” We all chuckle. Then we look up to see Tyseria and Aonung. “Oh wow yawne! I’m hurt seeing you give hugs to everyone and I’m not there.” We all giggle and I pull Aonung in as his mother does the same with Tyseria.

We enjoyed the rest of the night, sharing stories. I maintained happy until the anxiousness slowly came back. Aonung notice and he held my hand and pulled me aside gently “What’s wrong yawne? Are you still stressed?” I look back into his eyes. He had beautiful ocean eyes, they could pull me back into his tide every time and I’d be completely fine being swept by his tide, just swimming in the ocean of his love. “I’m- yes, yes I’m stressed. I just really can’t imagine a life without you, our family or Tuk. You’re too important to me” that’s when he pulls me in and hugs me, this time I was being the one being held onto like, I was the last thing he’d ever touch. “You will never lose me. Y/n, you have my entire heart. You hold my life in your hands, my future. You are like the sea to me. Beautiful. You surround me. Your smile and strong heart is all I need. Your divine energy makes me never want to pull away. I can’t imagine a life without you. Nga yawne lu oer” I giggle and give him a kiss on the cheek “Nga yawne lu oer.”

-I decided to have other parts bolded or highlighted to emphasize a reflection or a moment. Like when reader repeated what she was told the night she had a talk with her Tonowari and Ronal to Tuk! Or how Reader still stumbles upon her old habits sometimes “I’m fine, it’s no big deal” this will just build that healing process she is still struggling to set asides. I wanted to do the parts slowly so you can fully take in everything :) I hope you enjoyed! 💕

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qdbs-writes · 1 year

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Glad to see you’re back! I missed you! 🥺

May I please request headcanons for Erron, Cassie, Johnny, and Kitana reacting to their female S/O being shot by a sniper while they’re on a date?

thank you so much, sweetie! i missed you too, sorry this took so long!

MK Peeps' Fem!S/O Gets Sniped While On A Date

Cassie Cage

Being in the Special Forces undoubtedly had some downsides for Cassie. Was every terrorist organisation gunning for her and her family? Yes. Did she give a shit? Of course not. Cassie can't imagine there would be anybody alive stupid enough to do something like shoot her girlfriend...

So when a sniper plants one on you, Cassie is beyond outraged. The fact that you got shot in front of her, clearly someone wanted Cassie's attention and they have it now. You'll be left in the capable hands of the Special Forces medics while Cassie goes on a violent hunt for the stupid mother fucker who thought they could shoot you and get away with it.

Erron Black

Erron was a man who had trouble getting over his past, but some parts of being a gun-slinging vigilante had its benefits. For example, Erron can instantly recognise the distinct sound of cordite made by a firing gun. But it wasn't what he'd call polite conversation for the little roadside diner you'd both found yourselves in.

What he doesn't recognise is a sudden momentum knocking over his hat and the fabric and flesh tearing from your bicep in a clean line as you gasp in pain. Erron yanks you to the ground, beyond further harm, and shields your body with his own until you were certain the would-be sniper had left. Frankly, you had gotten off lucky with just a scrape, Erron has seen a properly handled sniper rifle take a man's head off from several miles away. He picks you up as he stands, and drops a few hundred dollars into the tip jar of the diner that was now missing a window. You smile apologetically at the bedraggled waitress as you make your way outside, secure in the knowledge that you and Erron have a new mission.

Johnny Cage

All his life, Johnny had worried about big windows overlooking mountains. All his life, people called him paranoid. So naturally, when you book a date in a fancy restaurant in the Swiss Alps, Johnny will be on edge. No matter how many drinks he has, he can't seem to swallow that anxiety.

When a red dot starts to hover over your forehead, Johnny's sure he must be having some kind of stress-induced hallucination. But he's also had a lot of wine, so fuck it, Johnny launches himself over the table, pulling you to the floor with him alongside a clattering of cutlery and plates. Your unimpressed glare tells Johnny that he's about to get an earful until the tall window beside you both shatters into pieces. A stunned silence falls over you and the restaurant patrons as you realise what's happened. Meanwhile, Johnny is having the time of his life, for once his paranoia has paid off! He'll also continually bring this up for at least five years.

Kitana

It happened so quickly, she almost didn't notice it. All the warning she got was a distant bang and suddenly there was a deceptively small, round hole in your shoulder, the blood spewing out as you collapse onto the floor.

In a fit of panic, Kitana rushes for you, rolling you over to put pressure on the wound. Tears pour from her eyes as she searches for life in yours. By the time healers come, you'd managed to keep focused on Kitana's face above you. The princess was distraught, not just at your injury, but the fact that she never knew that Earthrealm weapons were capable of such attacks.

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thatgoblin · 4 months

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If I'm There

Summary: You hadn't seen or spoken to him in over a year, but now you have to track down your ex-husband over unpaid parking tickets. It was supposed to be easy, but seeing him with his new partner made it anything but.

Soulmates AU, Simon/Johnny/Reader

Warnings: so much angst, past child death, alcoholism, divorce, heavy stuff, but happy ending.

A/N: I'm not completely pleased with it, I don't feel very strong with Simon and Johnny’s characters in this, but posting anyways. It's part of a series I had written a while ago, but it works as a one shot too. Song is 'If I'm There' by Bad Omens.

“Riley! I got a job for you!”

I looked up from the paperwork I had been doing, bored out of my mind before stuffing it into the file it had come in.

“Yes! Farah, love of my life, light of my heart, tell me it’s a good one,” I said, walking over to get a look from her.

“Seems you’re on the hunt for a blast from your past,” the dark haired woman said, handing me a file. “12 unpaid parking tickets and has not shown up to court.” I opened the file, wanting to throw it away immediately, but seeing the large bounty on it, I kept it. It wasn’t often that amount was put out on people for nonviolent crimes and I wasn’t about to pass up something so easy. “Also a second one. 4 unpaid speeding tickets, 3 failure to signal tickets, and 1 ticket for having a pet off leash. . . An emu.” Farah handed me another file and the bounty was just as much.

“And a partridge in a pear tree,” I said with a snort. “Merry Christmas to me.”

“It’s April,” Farah said evenly before turning back to the computer.

“Well, it’ll feel like Christmas when I turn these two idiots in,” I said, taking their addresses to shove into my back pocket in case my first plan didn’t work. “With a nice bonus for you too.”

“Oh happy days,” Farah said dryly.

“You know, you could be a bit more cheery about life,” I said, folding the legal paperwork I needed before putting it into my jacket pocket.

“I could, but then we’d be friends and we can’t have that,” Farah said, not looking back.

“Of course, we wouldn’t want that,” I said, grabbing my phone from my desk. “Alright, I’m off. Hold down the fort and don’t set it on fire. Again.”

“I make no promises,” Farah said as I walked out the door. Walking over to my car, I pulled out my phone to dial a number I had deleted from my phone over a year ago. As I sat in the car, a little voice in the back of my head told me to ignore this job. That it was inviting chaos and discourse back into my life after I had struggled to get some sort of peace. I had to see him at some point and it was probably easier to do it this way rather than during an awkward grocery store run in. Tapping the numbers was second nature and I didn’t even hesitate on a single digit. I held the phone to my ear as I coached myself to stay cool.

“Hello?” A man’s voice came over the line. I hadn’t heard it in nearly a year, but it still sounded the same. “Hello?”

“Hey. . . It’s me,” I said, swallowing back every urge that wanted to throw the phone into the street and speed away. “I really need to talk to someone. Are you free right now?” There was a sigh then silence. I thought he’d hung up on me, but a jostling noise told me he was still there.

“Sure, where do you want to meet?” He asked, his tone flat.

“Joe’s Coffee Shop? Half an hour?” I asked. I felt a little bad about tricking him, but then again I had bills to pay and he clearly was already done with me. So I didn’t feel too bad.

“Okay, see you there,” he said before hanging up.

There are scars that'll never ever show themselves

You get when you're left alone too long in Hell

The drive to the coffee shop was short thankfully and I was able to get a good parking spot to wrangle my targets into it. Hereford had its ups and downs, but the ups were that it really wasn’t as big as everyone thought. My ex and I had lived there for most of our adult lives before we split. Going our separate ways had meant chaos and disarray at first, but then I got my current job after a few months and it was something I could throw myself into.

We stayed in this area because while it was on the west coast, it was also a close knit community of sorts. People knew each other, local places were more abundant than chains, it just felt like back home. At Joe’s, I pulled up to park on the street before getting out of my black sedan.

Joe’s Coffee Shop was a local favorite with an outdoor patio. It was April and a sunny day so there were lots of people there sunbathing while sipping on iced coffees. Going in, I ordered one myself before picking a spot outside. Lazily sipping my drink, I pulled out my phone to check the time. I was never patient and even when I was early and he was on time, it had always got on my nerves.

“Hey.”

I looked up to see him standing there with that blank look he always had. Mostly hidden by his black face mask. It was the same one I made him that had the lower half of a skull printed onto it. He always wore a balaclava with a similar print, but walking around with that got him into trouble a lot. So, I made a face mask for him. I had taken the time to learn to sew and make patterns when I was not a crafty person. Seeing him still wearing it, I was thrown off my game.

“Hey Simon,” I said, standing up. Did I hug him? Shake hands? High five? Regret was filling my stomach as he stood there. We’d divorced over a year ago and hadn’t talked to each other since, but now his stupid unpaid parking tickets brought him back into my life.

We were supposed to be soulmates. We had the marks that everyone was born with. Everyone had a soulmate, people even had more than one at a time. It was supposed to mean we were going to spend the rest of our lives together, like some magical fairy tale that adults tell children.

If you found your soulmate you would feel more deeply, be more in tune with the other, have this special bond that no one else could have with you. Simon and I had had that bond.

But then we didn’t.

Things changed and we lost the bond or it broke or something and we couldn’t hack it. So, we divorced. I covered my mark on my hand with a small black bar tattoo, but Simon didn’t. I hated that he still had it. Just three simple arrows in a row on his forearm. We were meant to be together, so say the powers that be, but we proved them wrong. Life wasn’t a fairy tale.

“Everythin’ okay?” He asked, sitting across from me, shaking me from my thoughts.

“Yeah, just. . . Got lost for a second,” I said, sitting down as well.

“Are you seein’ that counselor still?” He asked. I nodded, taking a deep breath. I wasn’t there to catch up, I was there to collect a bounty. “Good,” he said.

“The reason I called you to talk in person is that I have a question,” I said, pulling out the legal paperwork.

“About what?” Simon asked with a frown.

“12 unpaid parking tickets? You have 12 unpaid parking tickets?” I asked as I shook my head at him, holding up the warrant.

“What about them?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at the papers. “How do you know about that?”

“Because you’ve got a warrant out for your arrest,” I said. “And I’m here to take you in.”

“Jesus,” Simon groaned, rolling his eyes as he shook his head. “You’re a bounty hunter now?”

“Yup. I was going to turn yours down, but the money was too good to give to someone else,” I said with a snort. Simon pinched his nose as he stayed sitting.

“This is a joke, isn’t it? It’s a really bad joke,” he said, looking at me. “Just tell me it’s a joke.”

“Not a joke,” I said, showing my badge and permit. “You never paid the tickets or showed up to court.”

“Fuck me,” Simon hissed.

“Everythin’ okay, Simon?” A Scottish brogue said.

I turned to see another man with a mohawk and the brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen walk over with a pair of coffees in hand. Wait a second.

“Don’t tell me, you’re Johnny MacTavish?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Uh, I am,” the man said, frowning as he looked at me.

“Oh wow, this has got to be the luckiest break ever!” I said, laughing as I stood up.

“Simon?” Johnny said, frowning.

“Easiest job I’ve ever had,” I said, pulling out the handcuffs from my belt.

“You’re not actually goin’ to take me in,” Simon said, tilting his head to look up at me. “This is just a heads up, right?”

“Oh no. I’m for real arresting you both right now,” I said. “Unpaid parking tickets, jay walking and traffic tickets, no shows in court, and a fucking emu? This is truly an April Christmas miracle.”

“I’m still confused, Simon?” Johnny said, looking at the other man.

“Wait, how do you two know each other?” I asked, realizing they had shown up together.

“Johnny, this my ex-wife,” Simon said as he stood up. “And this is my boyfriend, Johnny.”

I did not expect to feel that pang in my chest hit so hard. Of course he moved on. Why wouldn’t he? He had been the more grounded of us after the dust settled. I had no right to feel jealous or hurt by it. If he hadn’t been in trouble then I would have had no idea anyways.

“Wait, so she’s the one-” Johnny started.

“Yes, she is the one,” Simon nodded. “Now, when you’re done havin’ a laugh, I have to go. We have plans. Can’t believe after almost a year of not talkin’ and avoidin’ each other this is how you choose to show up again.”

“Oh, uh, it was nice to meet you,” Johnny said, tentatively holding out his hand for me to take after setting his drinks down. Fuck this. I slapped a cuff onto Johnny who cried out in confusion as I easily turned him to get his other hand.

“I wasn’t kidding,” I grunted as I handled Johnny, directing him to my car.

“Are you fucking’ kiddin’ me right now!?” Simon snapped.

“Like I said, I have arrest warrants for both of you. You’re lucky I even told you that,” I snapped back at him. Opening the car door, I put Johnny in the back before shutting the door. Simon didn’t seem to think it was going to go far, instead choosing to get on the phone with someone.

“Yes, hello?” He said before I ripped his phone from him to hang up. “What the hell!?”

“Simon, just let me cuff you so we can get this over with and we can move on with our lives,” I said.

“What is wrong with you? Normal ex’s don’t arrest each other,” he said, as I was able to get the cuffs on him just as easily.

“Yeah, well, we’re not normal ex’s,” I said with a sigh, putting the cuffs extra tight on his wrists. “Now shut up and get in the car.” Dragging him to the other side, I pushed him in next to Johnny before getting in myself.

“Are we being kidnapped?” Johnny asked as I pulled out onto the road.

“You’ve both have warrants out for your arrest because you two dumbasses didn’t pay tickets on time or show up to court,” I said. “5 years we were together and you never learned to pay the damn tickets.”

“I was goin’ to pay them,” Simon said with a huff. “I’ve been busy.”

“Uh huh,” I said, rolling my eyes at him. Johnny seemed to just be in a constant state of confusion, but kept quiet at least. The drive to the police station was shorand usually if there was more than one to book I would have other people with me, but given that those two weren’t going to really give me trouble, I didn’t worry too much. With both of them in cuffs and compliant, I was able to get them booked easily enough.

“Hey, Riley,” the officer at the desk, Roach, called as Simon and Johnny were being taken to be processed. I paused in my get away, ready to run as far and fast as I could.

They tried to keep in the secrets that you wouldn't tell

But they just stripped you for parts you had to sell

“Yeah?” I said, walking back over. I could see Simon staring at me hard from the cubicle he was in with Johnny that was just a couple of meters away. No doubt he heard the officer call me back over, still using his last name.

“Just need you to sign a few things for us,” Roach said.

“Alright fine, but it better be quick, I got a lunch date with a Blood Mary,” I said with a huff.

“You never changed your name,” Simon said, looking at me with a frown.

“Uh… No, no I did not,” I said, keeping my eyes on the papers in front of me.

“Why didn’t you change your name?” He asked.

“Because it’s a bitch to file paperwork and I’ve already been writing it for nearly 5 years. I made it a habit,” I said, glancing at him.

“No, no, you were filin’ for divorce before you even brought it up to me. You filed everythin’ before sayin’ a word,” Simon pushed. “Why didn’t you change your name?”

“I swear to god, Simon,” I hissed, slamming the pen on the counter. The small police station should have been buzzing about with noise, but as Simon kept demanding, everything and everyone went quiet.

“Just tell me why you didn’t change your last name,” he pushed.

“Because I still love you, okay?!” I snapped, whirling to glare at him. “I still love you, but we are not good together and it’s one piece of us that I can have without trouble. So there, there’s your answer, in front of your new boyfriend, too.”

“Love,” Simon said with a sigh.

“Don’t,” I said, cutting him off. “Anything else for me to sign?” I asked, turning back to glare at Roach.

“Uh, no that’s it,” Roach said. I hadn’t meant to crumble so easily. I thought I was stronger than that, but seeing him again, with someone else. . . What was I supposed to do? We used to be so good together, but then everything happened and shit hit the fan. I couldn’t be as soft as I once was and I couldn’t let him back in. It wasn’t fair to him. Not after the shit I put him through.

“Thanks,” I said, turning on my heel. Thankfully no one called after me again, letting me get to my car and drive home in peace. Getting home, I walked in to shut the door behind me. It was barely 2pm but there I was going right for the vodka in my freezer. I’d been sober almost four months, but seeing Simon. . . I couldn’t. It was supposed to be an easy grab and go, he’d get pissed and grouchy while I hauled his ass to jail.

Then it turned into a sudden confession at the police station in front of everyone and their dog to see and hear. I hoped that was the last I’d seen of him for a while. If ever.

Well, if I'm there to catch you when you fall

You'll have a friend down in Hell after all

Pulling a glass from my cupboard, I put a handful of ice in it before filling it with the liquor. I brought the glass to my lips, but paused. On the fridge was a magnet with a purple heart on it and the name ‘Dierdre’ in cursive letters. Staring at it, I held onto the drink as that ache brought back by Simon deepened. Like a scab reopening to become infected. The burning smell of the vodka was enough to pull me from scratching that open wound. Slowly, I set the glass down. That job was a mistake and I knew it the whole time. I thought maybe the money would soften any damage done or any hurt feelings, but it hadn’t done a damn thing.

Taking a deep breath as my mind threatened to unravel any second, I reached out to grab the bottle of vodka. Unscrewing the cap, I let it drop to the counter. The feel of the icy bottle in my hand helped pull me up from the warmth of depression that was pulling me into its arms. I tipped the bottle to watch the clear liquid pour into the sink, splashing and running down the drain. When the bottle was empty, I did the same to the drink I had made.

Standing in silence, I let out a sigh before moving to my living room, leaving the empty bottle on the counter.

And if you're there to catch me when I fall

Then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all

I pulled off my boots and jacket, texting Farah that I had everything signed and turned in and that I was done for the day. Shutting my phone off, I moved to flop onto the couch after peeling off my tight jeans. My bra went flying behind me, letting me settle in the warm weather with my windows open. The apartment was modest as Simon had kept almost everything in the divorce. I didn’t want it, so I left the house and anything I didn’t readily need with him. It was for the best. I didn’t need much and it made for less stuff when I moved.

Flipping on the TV, I turned it to good ol’ golf. I could put golf on at any time and it would put me in a dreamless sleep. That was what I needed. No dreams, no thoughts, no worries or wonders. Just the comfortable void that I could exist in without overwhelming feelings of any kind. In minutes I was passed out on the couch.

Until someone pounded on my front door.

Groggily, I looked around, confused as the sun had set and I was chilly in my underwear and tank top. Another loud knock came that had me glaring at the offending door.

“I’m coming!” I yelled, going to the door. Beside it in a small side table, I hid a Glock for when unsolicited callers came to the door. It was registered and everything, but wasn’t kept completely legal considering it wasn’t locked up with the ammo separated. My previous job and being a bounty hunter didn’t exactly make for the safest of conditions and the bad guys wouldn’t wait for me to put in my combination to my safe. “Who is it?” I asked, hand on the gun hidden under the table top.

“It’s Simon.” Quiet a moment, I scrunched my face in frustration while holding back the urge to tell him to fuck off.

“What do you want?” I asked, not letting him in or taking my hand off the gun.

“I want to talk to you,” he said. I heard him shifting around, waiting for me to answer. The thought of climbing out my window crossed my mind, but he’d just follow right behind me. Sighing heavily, I took my hand from the gun before I unlocked the door to open it. “Thank. . . You,” he said, his eyes trailing down my body. “Well then.”

“I was napping,” I grumbled, stepping aside. “Besides you’ve seen more of that.” I pushed the door to shut it, but it stopped when Johnny popped in. “Excuse me?” I said, looking between the two.

“We need to talk about earlier,” Simon said as Johnny walked in. “All three of us.”

“I don’t understand,” I groaned, scrubbing my face. “Why are both of you here?”

“Do you wanna put some pants on? We can turn around,” Johnny offered. I stared at him before looking to Simon.

“Just go have a seat on the couch, Darlin’,” Simon said with a soft sigh, rubbing Johnny’s arm. My eye twitched at the gesture and nickname, but I stayed quiet.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, going to the bedroom which was technically part of the living room. It had a partition set up to kind of offer a sense of it being a different room, but I didn’t try that hard. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and hoodie to pull on before I rejoined the two men. Johnny sat on the couch, watching some show on TV that had come on during my nap while Simon was in the kitchen, holding the empty liquor bottle.

I didn't want to believe how much you needed help

And I just left you to be all by yourself

“I thought you said you were goin’ to counselin’,” he said softly.

“I am,” I said, taking the bottle from him to put in the recycling. “It was in the freezer from almost 6 months ago. I poured it out.”

“Are you bein’ honest with me?” Simon asked, looking at me. His dark eyes looked scared, worried, unsure. It was more than he gave me earlier that day at the coffee shop.

“I am,” I said. “Promise.”

“Good,” Simon said with a nod before motioning to the couch.

“So, what was it you two wanted to talk about?” I asked, pulling over a chair from my table as Simon sat next to Johnny.

“Aren’t you curious how we found ye?” Johnny asked as I turned off the TV.

“Not really. I know how you found me,” I said. “One of two options. Either you tracked me back through my phone records or you talked to my office manager, Farah. Who honestly should know better than to give my address out, but I assumed you pestered her enough that she caved.”

“Wow, she is good Simon,” Johnny said with a smile.

“I told you,” Simon said with a chuckle. I felt a hint of heat in my cheeks. Simon told Johnny about me? About how I was good at seeing things others didn’t? “Sorry, I told him you used to be a private investigator and he thinks it’s the greatest thing.”

“I love all those detective movies where the police don’t believe the evidence, but that rogue investigator finds it all out and cracks the case!” Johnny said excitedly. It was almost annoying, but it was also sweet. I hadn’t felt excited, truly excited, like that in a long time and didn’t know if I ever could again.

“It was mostly catching people cheating on each other,” I said, rubbing my face. “Hate to break the dream for ya.”

“That’s not what Simon said,” Johnny said. It was Simon’s turn to get a bit red in the cheeks.

“Oh really? What did he say?” I asked, crossing my legs as I leaned forward.

“Not why we’re here,” Simon said, covering Johnny’s mouth with his hand.

“Then why are you here?” I asked, turning my attention to him.

“We’re here to talk about us,” Simon said, motioning between me and him.

“What’s there to talk about?” I asked, sitting back up to cross my arms over my chest. “We’re divorced. We gave it a shot and it didn’t work out.”

“No, we gave it a shot and you called it quits. I was willin’ to work it out,” Simon said with a sigh.

“Obviously you don’t want to anymore, you brought your boyfriend over,” I said, motioning to Johnny.

“Johnny, go ahead and show her,” Simon said, looking to the other.

“Show me what?” I asked. Johnny glanced from me to Simon before he pulled up his shirt and pulled his pants down a bit. On his right hip was his soulmate mark. I swallowed hard, looking at it as tears pricked my eyes. It was the same as me and Simon’s. Three small arrows. “Well, good for you, you found a soulmate after I covered my mark,” I said. “You wanted to let me know you’d moved on completely and that I shouldn’t contact you again.”

“No, that’s not it,” Simon said as Johnny sat back down.

“Then what is it, Simon?” I snapped. “What do you want? I filed for divorce, I left you, I moved away from you, and the first time I called you in nearly a year is to arrest you, so you think that means anything?”

And now I wish I had seen that you weren't doing well

But I just came back to see how hard you fell

“You said at the station that you were still in love with me,” Simon said.

“No, I said I still loved you. There’s a difference. I’m not in love with you,” I said. It was mean and cruel, but I couldn’t let him think there was a chance we’d have a happily ever after. I was too much of a mess and barely managed to keep myself going most days as a functioning adult.

“But you could be,” Johnny said. I narrowed my eyes at him, snarling almost, but he didn’t flinch. “You could fall back in love with him.”

“I. . . I am not the person I used to be, Simon,” I said, trying to swallow back tears. “I’m not the girl you fell in love with and I probably won’t ever be her again. I’m not who you want or need.”

“Maybe Johnny’s right,” Simon said, scooting closer to me. “We’re both different people, but we could fall in love again.”

“It has been over a year, Simon,” I said. “You moved on with Johnny and I moved on. What is the point of us getting back together? We’re not good together.”

“No, we were,” Simon said. “We just lost each other when we lost Dierdre.”

“Don’t,” I snapped, close to losing it. “Don’t bring her into this.”

Well, if I'm there to catch you when you fall

You'll have a friend down in Hell after all

“You shut down so hard and pushed me so far away when we lost her, Love,” Simon said, reaching out to touch my knee. I pulled away instantly like his touch burned me. I sat rigid in my seat as I refused to look at him. “We made mistakes and we fucked up. I fucked up. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when you needed me.” His voice was catching, making it hard to steel myself, to keep myself in my self appointed isolation. “It’s not your fault and I don’t blame you for anythin’. The drinkin’, the lyin’, the fights, I don’t blame you. Neither of us were in the right. I. . . I never stopped lovin’ you. Even when I met Johnny, I still loved you just as much as I did before. I still do.”

I shook my head, feeling my shell crack as tears slid down my face.

“You had a miscarriage, Love. We lost our baby girl and I thought I lost you too,” Simon choked out. We didn’t talk like this after we got home from the hospital. I had been seven months pregnant when something happened. There were sharp pains that I shouldn’t have had. Before we knew it I was in the hospital bleeding, hemorrhaging. The sac she was in didn’t develop right and it burst. By the time I was in delivery she was already gone. I barely made it out alive.

“You’re not just one event in your Simon’s life,” Johnny said suddenly, making me flinch. “A loss of a child is one of the hardest emotional pains to endure and a lot of couples do divorce afterwards because it seems like the world has come down upon you. It’s okay to feel those feelings and work through them, but it seems that you didn’t want to or didn’t have the capacity at the time to work through it with Simon. These things take time and that may be what was needed. Time.”

“Johnny was my counselor for a while,” Simon said with a soft chuckle. I looked at him, seeing the tears running down his cheeks, his mask off. It was the first time I had seen his face since before the hospital visit. “Then for obvious reasons I started seein’ a different counselor.”

And if you're there to catch me when I fall

Then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all

“The heart wants what it wants,” Johnny said with a soft smile and a shrug. “All that aside, with everything Simon has told me, I couldn’t deny him of seeing you. He loves you too much and I love him. I want us to be happy and even if that means we have separate relationships with Simon or if you just want to be friends again, I am all for it. Being married and together for so long, as well as soulmates, makes for an intense relationship, but also one you can’t just forget and burn a bridge to with something like you guys. All I ask is that you consider it and we’ll work through it together.”

“I don’t know,” I said softly. “I don’t think I’m ready or ever will be ready.”

“Love,” Simon said, reaching out to grasp my hand that had gripped my knee tightly. “We don’t have to pick up where we left off. I just. . . I need you in my life. Please.”

God, the feel of his hand around mine made me want to curl into a ball in his lap, let him rock me and hold me. It was so hard to keep myself in check.

“So, this is about making yourself feel better?” I said, trying to make a wedge between us. He needed to leave and move on with Johnny. They could be happy together, adopt, get a dog. I was too broken and missing pieces. There was no way that I could go back to him, not because he had been the cause, but because I was certain I would only hurt him again when he saw how badly I was cracked. “I told you, Simon. I am not who I was when we met, let alone when we got married. This version of me is not someone who is the loving and caring partner that is soft and a safe place to land.”

Build me up or tear me down, I will never make a sound

Build me up or tear me down

“How about a reset?” Johnny said. I looked at him confused, unsure what he was getting at. “You wipe the slate clean, you start over. That means, you start out as friends again, move on from there. I find it helps couples that feel they can’t get over certain bumps in the road to have an imaginary reset button. It’s been a year since you two have been around each other, you’re obviously in different places in your lives, and you have changed. A reset would probably be the best thing for you two if you want to be around one another again.”

“So what, we just pretend nothing happened before now?” I asked with a scoff.

“No, you definitely don’t do that,” Johnny said. “You start fresh. You acknowledge that you both have a past, but you don’t work around it. You work with it.”

“I’m on board for whatever you want,” Simon said. I took a deep breath, holding Simon’s hand without realizing it.

Run a dagger through my chest, I believe it's for the best

Build me up or tear me down

“I can’t,” I said, pulling my hand away from him. “I just can’t.” That sucking pit in my chest that had snuck up on me was gasping to get more of me.

“You don’t have to punish yourself for losing a child,” Johnny said. He had gone to his knees in front of me, making me see his face as he looked up at me. His words were spoken softly, but a force to pull me back from that place I was comfortable with. Where it was dark and lonely and it made sense to feel guilt. “You did everything you could to keep her safe and loved her so much. You were a good mum. It’s not your fault.”

All I could do was stare at him as he nodded, taking my shaky, clammy hands in his large, rough ones. I had manhandled him into cuffs earlier without hesitation, moving on instinct, and now I was in his calm, grounding grasp. “But-”

“It will never be your fault. There is no need to punish you for something that was not your doing. You deserve to be loved and have someone be there for you. This was not a failure on your part and never will be. You can let go of that weight. You’re not alone anymore and don’t have to be again.”

There are scars that'll never ever show themselves

You get when you're left alone too long in Hell

“Okay,” I choked out. “I. . . I want to try the reset thing.”

“We’ll go slow and easy,” Simon said.

“I want to start as friends, with both you and Johnny,” I said looking from Simon to Johnny.

“That’s the most I would ask for,” Johnny said, a smile on his face.

“Give me some time right now. I’ll text you later and we’ll go from there, okay?” I said, needing to remember to breathe.

They tried to keep in the secrets that you wouldn't tell

But they just stripped you for parts you had to sell

“Sounds good,” Simon said, a smile spreading across his face as well. Even though we got what we all wanted apparently, why was I the only one not smiling? Why did it feel like I wasn’t going to get what was promised? The only person dangling the carrot in front of me was myself and I knew the bitch would never let me have it if someone didn’t make her.

“I’m gonna give you two a minute, I’ll be out in the car,” Johnny said, getting up. He dropped a kiss to Simon’s head and waved to me before letting himself out.

“What?” I said, looking at Simon as he stared me down.

“Do you really want to do this? To reset?” He asked.

“If I didn’t, would I have said yes to it?” I asked, rolling my eyes, unable to keep from putting up my guards.

“No, but that doesn’t mean you’re lettin’ it all out there,” he said.

“I just. . . I don’t know. I feel like I let two strangers into my apartment to emotionally bully me into a relationship that I am terrified of,” I said with a sigh. “I don’t know how to be or to act around you anymore.”

“It’s okay,” Simon said, taking my hand in his. It was warm and rough, just like always. “We’ll figure it out. I’ll give you all the time and space you want.”

“What if I don’t want space?” I blurted out. I had shut down after Dierdre, pushed everyone away, and made myself alone. Like Johnny had figured out, I was punishing myself for my daughter’s death. I did that to myself because it felt like the right thing to do at the time, but I didn’t want it anymore. Not when Simon wanted me back, but. . .

“What do you mean?” Simon asked.

“I mean. . . I am so tired of being alone and I am so tired of pushing people away. I don’t care about the sex or kissing, I just don’t want to be alone again,” I said, managing to get it out before I broke down into sobs.

And if you're there to catch me when I fall

Then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all

Simon didn’t let go of me. Slowly, he pulled me from my chair to set me in his lap. His long arms wrapped around me, holding me tight as I sobbed against him.

It had been so long since I’d had that simple comfort that I didn’t want to let go. I didn’t want to go slow and stay home by myself. I wanted to go with Simon and Johnny and just stop being fucking alone. It was as if Simon was reading my mind as the back of my hand began to itch under my tattoo.

“Why don’t you come home with us for a while?” Simon asked. “Don’t worry about anythin’, I’ll help you pack a bag and when you feel up to it, we’ll come back.”

Build me up or tear me down, I will never make a sound

Build me up or tear me down

“Okay,” I nodded, hiccuping from crying so hard. There was no fight left in me as he continued to hold me, only taking out his phone to text Johnny. A few more minutes and I walked with him like a child holding their parents hand to their bedroom where the monsters were. We packed a basic bag before I slid on shoes then grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet. With my place locked up, Simon led me out to the car where Johnny was waiting in the driver’s seat. He didn’t say a word or make any fuss as Simon got in the back with me to hold me as we drove back to their house.

I knew Simon had sold our old house six months ago, getting another one down the street from it. It was a blessing because I would not be able to go back into that house. Brief flashes of how we had worked to make it ours, the decorations, furniture, the nursery ran through my mind. But instead of breaking down and having a drink, I nuzzled against Simon’s chest as his heavy arm kept me close.

Run a dagger through my chest, I believe it's for the best

Build me up or tear me down

Once there, I walked in holding Simon’s hand. Johnny didn’t seem surprised at all by any of it. In fact it was almost like he was expecting it. “Here’s some water and ibuprofen, you probably have a headache and are dehydrated,” he said as he handed me both items.

“Thanks,” I said, taking them.

“If you’re hungry we can order something or you’re more than welcome to lay down or even take a shower, whatever you’d like,” Johnny said as he took my bag for me. Going down the hall and straight to their room. I knew it was their room because it had a huge bed I could see from the front.

“I can sleep on the couch or the guest room,” I said, trying to back peddle from something I didn’t even realize was taking off so quickly.

“Don’t worry about,” Johnny said. “You’re probably touch starved and your soulmates haven’t been around in a year. It’ll create a tension of sorts, make you irritable, cause mood swings, depression, anxiety, general mental disarray. The best thing to do for it, if you can, is to be with your soulmates. That means you share the bed with us.”

“Us?” I said, my voice cracking.

If I'm there to catch you when you fall

You'll have a friend down in Hell after all

“Simon will sleep in the middle, don’t worry,” Johnny said as he walked to the closet to grab extra pillows and blankets.

“I think I’ve just been bamboozled,” I mumbled. That little shit knew all along that I’d end up coming home with them. He probably knew about the tickets! Knew that I was a bounty hunter! I was going to have to keep my eye on him.

“Probably,” Simon said with a chuckle. “He’s shifty like that. But, he is right. You’re probably touch starved, so you’re stayin’ in the same bed as us. Do you want to shower or anythin’?”

“I just want to lay down. My head is killing me and I’m a bit overwhelmed,” I said.

“Fair enough, keep drinkin’ the water though,” Simon said as he led me to the bedroom.

“Yes, Sir,” I said with a snort before taking a drink of the water.

“Oh, yeah, Simon is definitely, Sir,” Johnny said as he put the pillows and blankets on the bed for me. I couldn’t help but choke on my water. “Oh, too soon?”

And if you're there to catch me when I fall

Then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all

“I think she just needs to rest,” Simon said, patting me on the back.

“Okay,” Johnny said with a shrug. “Here’s a wet cloth for ye too.” He handed me one for my eyes before walking out.

“Here, you get settled,” Simon said, helping me get into the large, California King sized bed. “Need anything else?”

If I'm there to catch you when you fall

You'll have a friend down in Hell after all

“No, I think I’m good,” I said, letting him drape the wet cloth over my forehead.

“Alright. I’m gonna go take a shower then I’ll be in to lay down with you, okay?” He said.

“Okay,” I mumbled, already falling asleep. It didn’t take long for me to do just that, but I woke up later as Simon was sliding into bed. All the noises were gone from the usual household that was awake, telling me everyone was going to bed. I felt Simon lay on his back, making it easy for me to move to lay with my arm over his belly. What I didn’t expect was another arm to lay over mine. At first I wanted to pull away, but the longer I let it stay, the more it felt right.

And if you're there to catch me when I fall

Then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all

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