#*frazzled Tri noises*

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This afternoon's To-Do List:

-make myself abandon the week-long search for my watercolor bookmarks and just make a new set so I'm not holding up the book @acepandemi ordered any longer

-finish up my last few Artfight sketches and either commit to coloring them or not, then post

-make a more coherent outline for my 'So you need help picking an Amkyn race for your new Wolfen and Warlocks character' quiz and add a few more questions

-settle in with music, snacks, and my copy of Fire and Blood to work on the next segment of my DC in Westeros saga/fic/thing (so far I have Clark's ancestors escaping the Doom of Krypton and Tal-El the Conqueror's efforts to unite the seven kingdoms under his rule, but I gotta flesh out the next few generations a bit more before I get to the 'present day' stuff)

I can probably cram all that into the next five-ish hours before dinner, right?

[caelesjjk]

entangled - jjk&kth - part two

⟶title: entangled ⟶pairing: spidey!jungkook x fem reader, venom!taehyung x fem reader ⟶au: marvel au ⟶ rating: 18+ ⟶ genre: romance, smut, love triangle ⟶ wc: 9k ⟶ warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, more infidelity type things, reader is confused af, two smut scenes because we take what they wanna give us: unprotected sex (don’t do this tho), dirty talk, kissing, fingering, couple position switches, it’s all pretty lovey dovey ⟶ summary: Kim Taehyung is Venom. A huge, terrifying symbiote monster that’s bonded with him and made a deal for a common goal. You don’t know what you’re doing. Your feelings are mixed and frazzled and confused. But you may not have the time to sort them out just yet if you can’t keep the two people you care about most from killing each other first. ⟶ authors note: hello darklings. You’ve all waited way too long for me to get this second part together and for that I apologize. I hope this makes up for the wait. The third and final part that follows this will be a bit of a wait too while I work on another fic, but I promise it will come. Big endless shoutout to @sailoryooons for listening to me whine about this for months and for beta reading the mess that it became. Also shouts to @tea4sykes for reading before it was even done to reassure me it was flowing okay. I love you guys.

Part One (if you missed it)

playlist if you want it: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5cg79N5KQBmZ9fOCtyD3A7?si=cQlAtRT7Roat33E60rzKtQ&pi=u-lMIH9SpZSD6X

You needed to run.

Everything was happening too quickly, your head couldn’t catch up with your feet that were scrambling across the floor in every direction trying to escape the monster Taehyung had just turned into. He had you completely trapped with nowhere to go.

Not to mention you were mostly naked with only a thin sheet barely clinging around you.

“Stop! Leave me alone! Please!” You beg and scream as it cuts you off again when you make a dash for the stairs.

“No. Leaving.” Venom roars and tries to make a move towards you, but stops when you accidentally back into the record player Taehyung has sitting on his side table.

The record scratches and squeaks at a high pitch and Venom groans in pain at the sound, his clawed hands grabbing at his head as he stumbles backwards. His black, crawling skin pulls away until you catch glimpses of Taehyung beneath the monster. 

“Run. Please…run,” he begs before Venom consumes him again. But before he can get too far, you push over the record player so that it makes a constant high pitched noise and Venom screams until he falls back against the railing and goes over the edge.

You don’t wait to see anything else. 

Grabbing the ends of the sheet you dash towards the bathroom and shove the door closed behind you, looking around frantically for a way to escape. Immediately your eyes see the fire escape outside the window. 

You see some discarded clothes on the floor and immediately throw on the T-shirt and basketball shorts before using all your strength to shove open the old window that has obviously not been used in years. The old white paint cracks and splinters to the floor as you climb up onto the sill.

A loud bang suddenly sounds from outside the bathroom door. Venom must’ve stopped the record player. 

“Where are you, girl?” You hear his menacing voice travel through the door. 

Your pulse picks up again as you shove yourself the rest of the way out the window and into the pouring rain. The metal of the fire escape creaks and brings an instant chill to your already shaking body. 

Looking back, you see the bathroom door shatter with the force the monster uses to break it open. You can barely hear yourself scream as you throw your weight onto the top of the window and close it behind you. You don’t look back again as you sprint down the stairs of the fire escape, but the sound of Venom crashing through the glass makes you move faster. 

Bricks from the warehouse crunch beneath his claws and feet, causing pieces to crumble and rain down over your head. As soon as your bare feet hit the pavement, you make a mad dash past the docks and towards the main road.

The rain pelts against your face as the clouds continue to block the sun that should be starting to come up now. There is barely any light for you to see where you are going while the world is still wrapped in a navy blue hue.

You can see headlights up ahead. Cars. People. A way out.

“Not so fast.” Venom suddenly drops in front of you, making you stumble and fall to your back against the cobblestones. Your elbows scrape across the ground as you try to move away but he’s too big and too fast.

“Please…just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about you. I swear.” You press flat to the ground as Venom looms over you, his face slowly maneuvering downwards until your nose almost touches him.

“We…want to keep you. Protect you.” 

“You’re scaring me, Taehyung. How can you say you want to protect me?” The crawling, black skin of Venom’s face peels away to reveal Taehyung once more.

“You’re in the middle of something that you shouldn’t be,” Taehyung says desperately. 

“What does that even mean?” 

“_____, please stay away from Jungkook. He-” Taehyung is cut off when Venom closes the skin back over his face. “He’s here,” he growls, moving to stand over top of you.

Before you can question him again, the bright light of a laser blast shoots past you, barely skimming Venom’s shoulder and blowing chunks of the ground all over you.

When you look back up, the red and gold suit of Ironman comes flying into your view. He tries to fly between you and Venom, but the monster is too fast, back handing Ironman and sending him flying into the side of one of the buildings.

“No!” You yell, trying to get to your feet but you can’t get your footing with all the rubble surrounding you.

“Stay. Back,” Venom whips around to tell you. That distraction is enough for Ironman to come flying back, hitting Venom in the stomach with his shoulder and throwing the two of them about ten feet away.

You don’t want Jin to hurt Taehyung. Venom is the monster. Taehyung is good. He’s gentle and kind. 

Your head hurts so badly and there’s blood dripping down your newly busted lip. You don’t know what you can do but you have to do something. 

Getting to your feet as the rain continues to pour from the thundering clouds overhead, you clamber through the rubble trying to get closer to where Jin has Venom pinned against the side of a dumpster. Just as you approach, Venom hits Jin’s hand away causing the laser blast to go off and almost hit you. You felt the heat of it skim past your face.

“Get out of here, _____! Now!” Jin yells, losing his balance when Venom pushes him off into the side of another building. You fall back on your ass, hitting the wet street once again.

Venom crawls over to you slowly. The sight of it freezing you in place as the slithering skin of his face once again pulls back to reveal Taehyung.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says, bending to get closer to you. You can see Jin getting back up out of the corner of your eye.

“Run, Tae. Please just run away and hide. And don’t ever come looking for me again. They’ll kill you.” You touch his cheek and his eyes close. “Please go.”

Just as you take your hand away you hear someone from above you yell your name, your head whipping up at the familiar sound.

Venom’s face consumes Taehyung again as he steps in front of you defensively. Jungkook comes into view, swinging down from a web attached to the nearest warehouse. 

Jungkook moves so quickly you can barely register what’s happening before he’s kicking Venom hard enough to make him roar and fly across the other side of the road.

“Get her out of here, Jungkook!” Jin yells as he comes back into the fight.

“We have him where we want him! I’m not leaving!” Jungkook yells back, shooting a web at one of the big pieces of rubble and flinging it towards Venom.

It shouldn’t hurt to hear him say that.

It shouldn’t sting like a slap across the face when he doesn’t choose you again. But god, does it fucking ever.

“Now!” Jin screams the word at Jungkook, barely holding off Venom, who is scraping and clawing with all his might to get back to you.

Such an anomaly this turned out to be.

Jungkook shoots off a few more webs, catching them on one of Venom’s wrists and sticking to the ground so it’s harder for him to move. And then Jungkook is whirling around and scooping you into his arms.

You wrap your arms around his neck instinctively, looking over his shoulder to watch the fight between Jin and Venom for as long as you can before they’re just dots in the distance as Jungkook swings you back into the city.

You almost start to doze off from exhaustion when you feel the world stop moving and Jungkook standing you on your feet. You almost lose your balance at the loss of him so suddenly.

“What the fuck were you doing out there, ____?” Jungkook asks, his voice loud and full of an anger you’d never heard from him before.

“I…I was just going for a walk…” the lie falls from your mouth before you even have a chance to think about it. “I got lost…”

“How do you always do this? How are you always in the middle of some terrible shit?” Jungkook rips his mask off and throws it across your bedroom against the opposite wall before he starts to pace.

“I’m sorry…” you feel so small as you watch the anger radiate off of him.

“Sorry? You’re sorry? Do you have any idea what you’ve likely cost us tonight?” He comes into your space, backing you into your kitchen counter.

“Jungkook…” 

“Just…stay out of my way, Data.” His shoulders slump when he steps back from you and grabs his mask from the floor. Your body shakes and gives into your exhaustion, your knees hitting the floor as Jungkook bounds off your balcony.

The only light in your apartment is from the barely there sun, casting shadows of your furniture and the plants on the windowsill across the hardwood floor. It’s quiet, too quiet when there’s a busy city 10 floors down.

How could one person make you feel so loved and so alone at the same time? Were you the bad guy? You slept with Taehyung out of spite…didn’t you? That’s how it started at least…now you’re not sure how you feel.

You don’t understand Taehyung, and part of you wants to know more. Why is he allowing Venom to control him and use him? What does he get out of it? All questions you would love to ask him if he wasn’t an absolutely terrifying monster.

A monster that Jungkook could possibly be killing right now. That thought makes you nauseous immediately.

You crawl across the floor until you can press your back against the wall, pulling your knees to your chest and putting your head between them. You needed to block it all out for a moment…or several.

You don’t know how long you have been sitting there or when you fall asleep but eventually you lift your head and squint at the sun trickling in through your windows and balcony doors. A perfectly cool breeze moves your green curtains and gives you goosebumps.

When your back starts to hurt from sitting on the wood floor, you convince yourself to get up to close the door. You know you desperately need a shower as well.

As you reach the balcony door, you see Jungkook sitting on your stone railing, his head in his hands. You want to rush towards him and make sure he’s okay, but you stay put.

“How long have you been out here?” You ask quietly, hand gripping the door handle too tightly.

“A while.” Jungkook mutters, his hands coming up to his hair and pulling at the roots.

“You…you should go home, Jungkook.” You hate the sound of your own voice right now. Weak and scratchy.

“I shouldn’t have said those things to you earlier, Data.” He moves slowly, head coming up as he slides off the railing to stand.

“But you did. And I have a feeling you meant them.”

“No…I just don’t understand why we can’t catch this monster. And when I saw you there, I lost it.” He runs his hand through his mess of black waves.

“Did…did you catch him now?” You swallow thickly, not sure what answer you want to hear.

“No. Jin couldn’t hold him. He’s looking into asking Dr. Kim for help in building a trap.” He looks defeated and the guilt starts to crawl up your throat.

Dr. Kim Namjoon is a scientist that most people would know as the Hulk. He’s a brilliant mind and someone you very much look up to as far as the career path you hope to take one day. It scares you that he might get involved in capturing…or killing Taehyung.

“I’m sorry,” is all you can manage to whisper.

“Data…” He steps closer to you and you flinch a little. “Fuck…fuck I’m so sorry. You were scared and you’re…you’re fucking hurt and all I did was yell at you.” Jungkook stays where he is, but reaches out his hand towards you.

“I don’t…I can’t,” you whimper.

“It’s okay. Let me take care of you, baby. Please.” His hand stays out stretched and you know if you take it that the guilt will continue to eat away at you. That you can never tell him what you know. Because you care about Jungkook…but you care about Taehyung too, and you just hope he runs and doesn’t come back.

You take Jungkook’s hand and he gently steps towards you again until he’s close enough to cup your face in his hands, angling it in different ways to mentally take note of your injuries. He runs his thumb over the bump on your forehead and the cut on your lip that has you wincing. His lips press to your forehead when your arms finally wrap around his middle and fingers grip at his back.

“I’m just making trouble for you, JK.” Your lip trembles when you look up into his eyes, his brows scrunching in confusion.

“We knew when we started that this wasn’t going to be easy. But I…I have a responsibility, Data. And I’m doing my best to do that and keep you safe.” He swipes at your tears and lifts you onto the counter so he can stand between your thighs. “I’ll always keep you safe.”

You believe him. But at what cost? What will happen to him if he continues to worry about you instead of the danger he is so heroically protecting the city…maybe even the world from. He is your best friend and something so much more. 

Your hands slide into his hair, the damp strands sliding through your fingers in the most familiar way. Jungkook's hands stay on your cheeks as he pulls your mouth to his, swallowing the little whimpers that try to escape you.

His lips taste like his favorite minty chapstick and the cinnamon gum he had probably chewed on his way back to your apartment. He always chews it when he needs to think more clearly.

“You have every right to be angry with me,” you whisper between sweet pecks to your lips.

“Angry…maybe. But cruel? No. You mean more to me than that.” His mouth finds your jaw while his hands gently hold your shoulders. “How about a bath?”

Could you really be deserving of these moments with Jungkook when you were enjoying being face down on Taehyung’s bed just a day ago?

Fuck. You were so fucking selfish.

You nod your head ‘yes’, not trusting your voice when guilt is rising up your throat.

Jungkook picks you up from the counter, your arms around his neck and legs around his hips as he carries you towards your tiny apartment bathroom. Stopping once or twice to press your back against the wall and slip his tongue into your mouth. A tongue that you gladly suck between your teeth until he moans your name.

“Get these off.” Jungkook shoves into your bathroom, the space almost too small for you and his broad body. He makes quick but gentle work of your dirt and blood stained clothes, kicking them into the corner of the bathroom.

You help him slide the sleeves of his blue and red suit down his arms, slowly revealing all the beautiful ink tattooed into the skin of his right arm. Your hands follow the dips of muscle of his torso as more skin is revealed from beneath his suit.

After he’s naked and you’ve thoroughly touched as much of his bare body as you can, you slide your ass up onto your tiny marble vanity and open your legs for him to stand between. Jungkook stands back a moment, his eyes roaming and settling between your legs.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? You went through a lot tonight…” You don’t let him finish his sentence, wrapping your fingers around his semi-hard cock so you can stroke him.

“Let’s talk later. Right now I just need to feel you inside me. Remind me why I’m yours…please.” You could feel traitorous tears try to well in your eyes and Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion for a moment.

“Data…” He puts his hand over yours to stop your strokes.

“No. Please…I need you.” You meet his eyes and it only takes him a moment to tighten his hand on yours and help you move your fist up and down his cock again.

Jungkooks head rolls forward, a deep grumble in his chest sending shivers up your spine. He steps closer so his hips can widen your thighs and you can guide his cock to your entrance. You’re so wet that he easily pushes into you, your back arching off the vanity mirror at the stretch.

“You’ve always been my girl, Data.” His tattooed hand grips your hip and steadies you when he begins to shallow thrust, crude wet noises already coming from where your bodies meet. “Your pussy always remembers me so well.”

“Do the other Avengers know how filthy your mouth is?” You whisper, leaning forward to kiss him.

“My filthy mouth is only for you.” Jungkook kisses you back, sheathing himself completely inside you and holding himself there. He moves his swollen lips down your jaw and over your chest until he reaches your nipples, sucking and pulling until you’re a moaning mess.

“Please move, Jungkook.” You inch your ass forward until it’s perched right on the edge of the vanity. Jungkook groans against your breast, lifting his head to look where your bodies meet.

He holds both your hips in his hands as he begins a quick pace. But no matter how fast he pumps his hips against you, he never misses that spot inside you that makes stars dance across your eyelids.

“You feel so good. I don’t think I’m gonna last…” His distressed face meets yours and you reach up to touch his face and pull him closer.

“I’m so close, JK…please make me come.” He kisses you, hard and unyielding while his cock drills you against the mirror. You’re almost afraid it’ll break when he forgets how strong he is. But you don’t care, you want him to break you. You don’t deserve soft and sweet right now.

Jungkook lifts you off the vanity and faster than humanly possible has you on the floor of your hallway right outside your tiny bathroom. He throws your legs over his shoulders and hits a spot inside you that almost immediately has you crying out his name and coming all over his cock. Your pussy clenches around him so hard it makes him whimper above you, bringing him to his own orgasm. He fills you up as warmth spreads all over your body.

“Did I hurt you? I was too rough…” His hands are immediately on your face angling you to look at him.

“No, I’m okay. I promise.” You smile at him, hoping that it feels real. You’re too riddled with guilt.

“Let’s get in the bath.” He pulls out of you slowly, sitting up on his knees while he presses soft kisses to your fingers and palm.

The tub is far too small for the both of you, but it doesn’t matter. Water sloshes out onto the floor each time you move, but that doesn’t matter either. It feels good to have his warmth behind you when you lean back against his chest. 

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Jungkook asks after a while, his hands rubbing your arms while his lips kiss the top of your head.

You freeze, knowing that you should tell him the truth. That you know who the monster is that he’s searching for. But you can’t bring yourself to put Taehyung in danger. So you lie. Again.

“I went for drinks with friends last night…I got lost walking home. I don’t know how I ended up at the docks. It was so stupid of me…” You hate how easily the lie spilled out.

“You aren’t stupid, Data. You just seem to have a magnet for danger.” He laughs quietly, kissing your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have made you feel like it was your fault.”

“It was my fault. I messed things up for you and Jin,” you sigh, slumping against his wet chest.

“Don’t worry about that. It won’t be much longer before we have the monster.” 

“Have him?” You ask, goosebumps prickling your skin.

“Mr. Kim thinks the monster is a human. An experiment gone wrong. He wants to help him…or study him. As long as it isn’t running free in the city anymore.” Jungkook explains, his hands gathering some soap bubbles from the water and washing your arms and chest with gentle fingers.

“How would he help him?” If Jin can help Taehyung…then maybe he can get rid of Venom.

“I’m not sure. I think we would be better off getting rid of it altogether. It’s a menace.” You feel Jungkook’s muscles tense as he talks and you know you still can't tell him the truth about Venom.

You don’t say anything else, afraid that your voice will shake and give you away. He knows you too well. 

Jungkook makes sure you’re cleaned up and comfortable in bed before he leaves you again. In most cases you would feel hurt that he’s left, but you need time to think without your feelings being clouded by his presence.

What the fuck are you going to do?

Going about your normal day to day life felt wrong. You go to school. You study with your friends. You see Jungkook on occasion, and every time you do, the guilt burrows a little deeper inside you, whittling away at your ability to keep up the facade. 

What makes it worse was that Taehyung hasn’t been at school for two weeks. It makes you absolutely terrified that something has happened to him. That undeniable connection you felt with him makes it difficult not to worry.

Sleep almost completely evades you the last two weeks.

“You look terrible,” Hoseok pokes, sitting a fresh coffee down in front of you on the library study table.

“Charming,” you grumble, snatching the coffee and inhaling its heavenly caffeine-illed scent.

“It’s not even finals season, why aren’t you sleeping? Trouble with the boyfriend perhaps?” Hobi sits his backpack down and plops into the chair next to you.

“He isn’t my boyfriend.” You press your forehead to the table and gently hit it against the top a few times. “And I just…my upstairs neighbor has been noisy.” The lies start to come out easier and easier the more you make up.

“I told you to move in with me months ago. Way closer to campus.” He pops some cheese cracker snacks into his mouth.

You know it would be nice to live with Hoseok. Easy. But you can’t. Not with Spider-Man coming and going and a giant monster possibly looking for you now. You could never forgive yourself if something happened to your friend.

“I appreciate that offer, you know I do. I just…like my space.” You sigh, lifting your head to meet his eyes. He probably knows you’re lying, but if he does, he doesn’t let on.

“Offer continues to stand if you change your mind, ___.” The look on his face is serious for a moment before he points the bag of snacks towards you. “Crackers?”

You smile and take a handful, popping them into your mouth as you sit back in your chair and listen to Hoseok talk more about nothing and everything for as long as you can.

After Hobi leaves, you continue to study until you notice the daylight is starting to disappear outside the library windows. You stretch your arms over your head, groaning when your stiff muscles protest before packing up your things to finally head home for the night.

Pulling your phone from your bag, you see there’s been no messages from Jungkook since yesterday afternoon when he said he would stop by as soon as he could. It shouldn’t be disappointing, you should be used to it, but that little pang still makes you feel some type of way.

You sigh, shoving your phone into your back pocket as you exit the library and see that it’s raining again. It seems like there has been constant rain over the last two weeks, making everything dreary. A mirror to how you felt inside as well.

Not having an umbrella, you power walk down the street towards the train station to get home. It’s only a couple of blocks but you still hate to do it at night. Especially when you get a sudden chill at the back of your neck, as if someone is following you. But every time you turn around, no one is there.

“Relax, ____. You’re exhausted and delirious,” you say to yourself, trying to calm your nerves as you continue walking.

Something big moves at the corner of your eye, dashing down the alleyway to your right and making you halt your quick steps. The only way to your apartment is past that alleyway, so you convince yourself once more that the exhaustion is getting to you and you press forward down the sidewalk.

You hold your breath and close your eyes as you sprint past the alleyway, stopping after a few feet to catch your breath.

You make it. You’re in the clear. The home stretch.

A cold hand wraps around your wrist and yanks you backwards into the alley. Your brain tries to catch up with what’s happening but when you try to scream, another hand covers your mouth just as your back is pressed against the cold, wet bricks of the wall behind you.

“Pigeon.” Taehyung’s deep voice sounds hoarse but also relieved. Your fight or flight instincts immediately melt away when your eyes settle on his injured face.

A cut on his eyebrow, a bruise beneath his left eye, blood dripping from his forehead from beneath his mess of black hair. What the hell happened to him?

You gently wrap your hand around his wrist and slowly move his hand away from your mouth.

“I won’t scream. I promise,” you assure him, his shoulders visibly unwinding.

“I know you’re scared of me. I’m sorry…I put you in danger because I was being selfish.” Taehyung takes a step back from you, giving you space.

“I’m not scared of you.” You reach out and softly touch his cheek just beneath his eye where the bruise has blossomed and he shivers at your touch.

“I’m just glad that you’re safe.” Taehyung moves your palm to his lips and presses a kiss to your skin.

“What happened to you, Taehyung? Where have you been?” 

“All I’ve wanted since this started was to expose The Life Foundation. They’re testing on people and killing them. Not a single person has survived until…”

“You,” you say quietly, watching his shoulders slump before he nods in agreement. “How did this happen?”

“I went to the lab to interview a couple of the scientists for an assignment…I got a little too curious I guess and followed a scientist down into a part of the lab no one knows exists. That’s where I saw the people they’re testing on…in cages. The symbiotes like Venom need a host but it wasn’t working and no one was surviving.” Taehyung runs his hand through his hair before he continues. “I accidentally released Venom when I tried to save one of the people in the cages and he bonded with me and somehow I survived. Still not sure how…”

“What’s stopping you from exposing them?” 

“I wanted to have hard proof before I took the information somewhere else but I haven’t been able to get back inside the lab, not even with Venom.” 

“Because of Jungkook.”

“He doesn’t understand what he’s getting himself into. They have suspicions but they’re keeping me from shutting the place down.” Taehyung sighs. “Your boyfriend is a pain in my ass.”

“What if…what if we talk to him? Jungkook will listen. I know he…” Taehyung cuts you off with a laugh.

“They think I’m a monster…and they aren’t wrong. But all Venom wants is to save the other symbiotes and get back to their planet.” Taehyung’s words almost sound disappointed when he talks about Venom leaving.

“But he’s…he’s hurting you. Can’t Venom heal you?”

“He does…he has. This last round of injuries was…extensive. I’m just healing more slowly.” He slumps against the opposite wall of the alley.

“You need to rest.”

“No. No, we’re going back to the lab tonight to try again.”

“Taehyung, please. He’s going to get you killed. Jungkook and Jin…they’re powerful.”

“You think I haven’t noticed?” He raises his voice slightly, but chokes on his words, folding over when a pain shoots through his side.

“That’s it. I want to talk to Venom.” You can’t stand to see him like this.

“Absolutely not. I’m not putting you in danger.”

“You’ll be there, right? You won’t let him hurt me.”

“I can’t always control him. He doesn’t always listen.” His eyes search yours for any sign of fear but he doesn’t find it.

“Let him out.” You cross your arms over your chest and wait for Taehyung to release his monster.

“Five minutes. That’s all I’m giving.” He takes several steps away from you until there’s plenty of space between the two of you. You nod that you’re ready.

The black crawling skin of Venom consumes Taehyung in almost an instant, his handsome face disappearing beneath terrifying white eyes and razor sharp teeth. Deep, bass filled growls flow from between those teeth and rumble the ground beneath your feet.

“Creature.” He says, smiling widely.

“Monster.” You retort.

“Sorry for…chasing you.” He keeps his distance, but paces back and forth through the alley. “I was…hungry.”

“You chase people and destroy buildings when you’re hungry?” You half laugh in disbelief.

“Very hungry!” He growls, pushing against a dumpster.

“Fine. Forget about it. I want you to let Taehyung rest, you’re going to get him killed.”

“Taehyung is fine.”

“No he isn’t! He’s all beat up, and I don’t even want to know what’s wrong internally. He needs time to heal.” You take a few steps closer.

“I can heal him, Creature.”

“He needs to rest. You need him and he won’t be of any use if he’s dead.” You stop as Venom groans and shoves his fists into the ground beside you.

“Demanding little bug.” He half spits.

“How long can you live without your host?” You don’t flinch at his outburst.

Venom doesn’t answer right away, he goes back to pacing the alley before he starts talking to himself…or to Taehyung.

“Bad idea…she pisses me off…should eat her…” Venom grabs his head in pain when the last line leaves his mouth. “Fine. No eating.” He comes back to stand in front of you, looming several feet taller. 

You look up and hold your stance. You’ll never let this pain in the ass monster know that he absolutely terrifies you.

“Three days. Three days before your atmosphere kills me.” Venom says, not seeming pleased.

“Then leave him alone for three days. Go away and let him rest. I mean it.” Venom lowers his face to yours so that you’re standing eye to eye. 

You can see your reflection in the shiny white of his eyes and your heart picks up its pace. Not because of the monster in front of you, but because somewhere behind those eyes is a man that means more to you than you thought he ever could. The strange feeling of just knowing someone is meant to be in your life becomes slightly overwhelming.

Without a second thought, one of your hands comes up and touches the side of Venom's face. His symbiote skin is cold, strange and unfamiliar. But it only takes a moment before Venom is melting away and once again revealing the stunned face of Taehyung.

“You got him to listen.” He breathes, taking your face in his hands.

“He’s not so tough.” You smile when he laughs and presses his forehead against yours.

“You’re exquisite.” His nose skims yours. “And I missed you.”

“I was so worried about you,” you admit softly against his mouth that has gravitated to yours.

He kisses you softly for a moment, neither of you noticing as Venom slithers out and makes his exit down the alley. You’re too relieved to have Taehyung safely pressed against you again. And when he starts to deepen your kiss, as much as you want it to continue, you press your palm to his chest and gently push him back.

“What’s the matter?” He asks, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“I wasn’t joking about you getting rest. I got you three days with no Venom. Let’s get you home, okay?” You lace your fingers through his and start walking towards the street, but he stops you.

“I haven’t been able to go back to the warehouse. They’ve been watching it like hawks.” His shoulder slump when he rubs the back of his neck.

“Where have you been sleeping?” 

“Abandoned buildings mostly. Or just not at all.” He laughs half heartedly.

“Let’s go to my place.” You know it’s a bad idea. Jungkook could drop in at any moment and you aren’t sure how he would react to finding the man behind the monster he’s been so desperately trying to defeat. “You’ll be safe there.”

“Will I?” Taehyung asks, wary for the same reasons you are.

“Yes. Because I’ll protect you.” Taehyung smiles at your declaration.

“I have no doubts about that, Pigeon.”

You take as many back ways as you can think of until you reach your apartment building, releasing a long breath when you safely reach the elevator and unlock your door. 

It feels strange to have Taehyung here, but also very right. He looks like a weight has been lifted off of him as he takes in your green velvet couch and collection of coffee mugs with a boxy smile on his face.

“You’re adorable.” He says, picking up a tiny cactus from your bookshelf that could definitely use some water.

“It’s not much.” You shrug, feeling your cheeks heat.

“It’s perfect.” He comes back to stand in front of you, long fingers gently gripping your chin to make you look at him. “It’s you and I think that’s perfect.”

“Tae…” you sigh but give into the kiss he sweetly presses to your lips. 

“Thank you.” He whispers after a moment. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if anything had…” You cut him off with another kiss.

“I’m fine, I promise.” You take both of his hands in yours and start to lead him towards your bathroom. “You, however, need to take a shower.”

“Saying I stink, Pigeon?” He teases, following you to your tiny bathroom.

“Definitely,” you counter, smiling when he laughs. A real laugh that you aren’t sure you’ve heard yet. It makes your stomach twist and clench.

“Come in with me?” Taehyung asks quietly when you bend to turn on the hot water for him. His fingers find your spine and tease up the column slowly.

God you want to. But the sudden memory of Jungkook in this bathroom with you two weeks ago clouds your vision and your ability to have this too.

“I’m going to make you some tea, okay? Take your time.” You stand on your toes to kiss him quickly, ignoring the pang in your chest when he pouts his bottom lip.

You close the bathroom door and press your back against it. You listen as Taehyung opens the shower curtain and gets inside, the smell of your rose scented body wash wafting from under the door when he uses it. You must be insane.

Bringing him here is so risky, but you can’t leave him out there with nowhere else to go. He means too much. 

When the bathroom door opens twenty minutes later, you jump at the sound, almost dropping your cup of tea to the hardwood floor. It almost takes a tumble a second time when you look up and see Taehyung standing in your kitchen with just a towel around his waist.

“My clothes were in pretty bad shape…I don’t suppose you have something I can borrow?” He asks with a shy smile on his face and fingers in his wet curls.

“Um…y-yeah. Yes. I’ll find something.” A wave of heat rushes over your skin as you hastily move past him and into your bedroom at the end of the hallway. He follows you, leaning against the door frame to watch you.

“Are you worried he’ll come here?” Taehyung asks, the pretty smile on his face replaced by a frown.

“A bit.” You admit, kneeling inside your closet to look through some drawers for sleeping pants. “It’s really just a matter of when…”

“Is he what you want?” The question throws you off, making you pause.

“I don’t know.” It’s an honest answer, more complicated than it should be. Taehyung nods but doesn’t press for more information. You’re not sure you can come with anything else even if he wants you to.

You finally find a pair of green and navy blue plaid pajama pants, pulling them out of the drawer and bringing them to Taehyung. 

He drops the towel as soon as you’re in front of him, eyes holding you in place with nowhere to escape.

“Thanks, Pigeon.” He doesn’t look away from your eyes as he slips his long legs into the too short leg holes and settles them loosely on his narrow hips. Your breath shakes when he steps closer and closes the gap between you. 

“I made you tea,” you croak.

“I don’t want tea.” He practically moans against your neck when he nuzzles your jaw. “I want to show you why I’m what you want.”

Your entire being trembles at the words.

“You should rest, Taehyung.” You can’t stop your hands from finding the warm skin of his shoulders and chest.

“No rest for the wicked, Pigeon.” His mouth claims yours, swallowing down any other protest you may have tried to use.

He slowly leads you back until the back of your knees hit your bed and you both fall onto the mattress. He kisses you until you’re dizzy and desperate for air, your legs wrapping around his hips in a desperate attempt to bring him closer.

And then you remember that your stove is still turned on with tea likely boiling over all over the burners.

“Tae…” Yyou try to say before his lips close over yours again. “The tea…I need to go turn it off.”

“No.” He nips your lips and moves his kisses down your chin and over your jaw.

“I’ll be quick. Just wait here.” You playfully push him off of you, his head landing on your pillows with a smile on his face.

You look back over your shoulder when you reach the door, Taehyung winking as you round the corner into the hallway.

Luckily, the tea is where it should be, inside the kettle. You turn off the burner and move the kettle onto a potholder onto the counter top. Then quickly turn off the lights before stopping by the bathroom to make something of your mess of hair as quickly as possible.

Back in the bedroom, you barely make it inside the door before you hear the quiet snores coming from Taehyung. His arms above his head and his face buried in the pillows as he lays on his back against your mustard yellow sheets. His half dried curls a messy little halo around his head. 

He really is beautiful.

You make your way to the bed, pulling your comforter over his sleeping form and softly touching the bruises in his cheek. He doesn’t stir even a little. 

Over the next three days you, watch him.

You’ve never seen someone sleep so much in your life. It worries you at first, checking to see if he is breaking multiple times throughout the day. But he just continues to sleep, only moving to turn on his side or stomach and barely makes any noise at all.

You email your professors the first day and tell them that you won’t be in class but would follow along online. You move a chair into the corner of your bedroom so you can stay close to him. It keeps you busy while Taehyung sleeps.

You also keep busy with cleaning your apartment and thinking of ways to have a very hard and strange conversation with Jungkook. How did you tell your best friend…someone you love…that you may also have feelings for someone else? 

And how did you then tell your best friend that the other person you have feelings for is the monster he’s been trying to capture for months?

At night you curl up next to him in your bed, but always carefully so you don't disturb him. You want him to feel better as soon as possible.

It was mid morning on the third day, some very difficult calculus questions driving you crazy when you hear Taehyung groan and lift his head from the pillow. 

“Pigeon?” He croaks, his voice rough and dry.

“I’m here, it’s okay.” You toss your book aside, rushing over to the side table and handing him the glass of water you sat out every day in case he woke up needing it. “Drink this please.”

He doesn’t argue, taking the glass of water and downing all its contents in an instant. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hands, chest heaving.

“That may have been the best water I’ve had in my life.” You take the glass and sit down next to him on the bed. “How long was I out for?”

“Almost three days.” You move some black curls away from his forehead when he looks up at you.

“Really? I wasted the whole three days sleeping? Fuck.” He sighs in annoyance.

“It wasn’t a waste, Tae. You obviously needed it after what you’ve been through lately.” 

The way he looks at you makes your stomach flutter and twist. Like he’s never seen anyone like you or felt anything like your touch. It’s maddening.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” He squeezes your hand and jumps out of bed far too quickly, heading into your bathroom where you hear him using the extra toothbrush you had sat out for him. You can’t stop the smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth.

When he returns to the bed, he sits behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling your back against his chest so he can nuzzle his face into your neck.

“Thank you for watching over me,” he mumbles into your neck.

“How do you know I watched over you?” You ask, leaning back into his chest.

“There’s a chair surrounded by snacks, coffee cups and calculus books set up in the corner, Pigeon.” Taehyung kisses your neck and makes you shudder. “You’re too good for me.”

“It’s not that.” Your voice is a whisper when he moves your sweater off of your shoulder to kiss the heated skin there.

“What is it?” His mouth continues leaving warm, wet paths along your neck and shoulder.

“I care…about you.” Your head lulls back against his shoulder when his hands slide up your front beneath your shirt to cup your breasts in his hands.

“I’m still going to show you why I’m what you want…what you need. I didn’t forget.” He nips your earlobe and pinches both nipples with his long fingers at the same time.

You spin around, grabbing his face roughly and slam your mouth onto his in the next second. Taehyung’s hands immediately find your hips helping you straddle his thighs to settle on his lap. 

Any clothing creating an unwanted barrier between the two of you are quickly discarded without a care for where they land. Your skin feels like there’s millions of tiny embers just below the surface waiting to crack through and set the whole room on fire. 

Taehyung holds one arm tightly around your waist while the other maneuvers the two of you back farther on the bed so he can rest his back against the headboard. Your mouths never leave the others, tongues and teeth clashing in the most desperate way. 

“Are you okay…with this?” Taehyung suddenly asks. His hair is a mess and his lips swollen and chapped.

“I don’t know how to answer that question anymore. I wish I just knew what to do…” You feel emotion start to take over and Taehyung grips your chin to look at him.

“It doesn’t matter. Not right now, okay? Right now I just want you to be mine. Because I’m yours…I belong to you.” He says it so simply. And it should be simple. It shouldn’t be possible to love them both.

He pulls you back to him, kissing you so gently it makes you shiver. One hand glides to the back of your head and settles in your hair while the other lifts your ass to hold you above his cock that was standing tall with need between your legs.

No more words need to be spoken as you position him at your entrance, your pussy slick and sticky from the build up to what’s about to happen. He takes his hand from your hip and brings it to your throbbing clit, using his thumb to stroke it slowly while you lower yourself onto him.

The stretch of him mixed with the way his thumb strokes you is as close to heaven as you can imagine. You can feel yourself getting wetter that more you try and accommodate his size.

“Be good for me, Pigeon. Ride my cock.” He moans the words around one of your nipples when he leans forward to capture one with his lips.

Once fully seated, you slowly move your hips in a circular motion, causing his engorged cock to hit places inside that make fireworks pop behind your eyelids and your head to fall back when your back arches.

“Fuck…you feel so good,” you finally manage to say.

“I could come right now just watching you take me like this, angel. Like you were made to have my cock inside you.” Taehyung groans as his hands find your hips and help you start to move up and down.

You find a mind numbing rhythm, and orgasm on the brink of breaking through. You’re so close it almost hurts. 

“I need to come, Tae…please.” You wrap your arms around his neck, sweaty chests sliding against the other.

“Me too. Fuck, I can’t wait to come inside you.” He holds you steady, digging his heels into the mattress and thrusting upwards to meet your movements.

A silent scream has your mouth hanging open and eyes rolling to the back of your head when you finally get your release. Taehyung’s lips and tongue scorching the skin of your neck when he feels you clench around him.

“Good girl, Pigeon. Come all over my cock.” He holds you down, fully sheathing inside you when he finds his release as well. 

You slump against his chest, breathing hard as you start to come down for the incredible high he had just given you. 

Taehyung kisses your shoulder and up your neck, over your jaw and chin until he reaches your lips. Kissing your raw lips in the softest way.

“You okay?” You ask, still out of breath.

“Never better.” He smiles, moving sweaty hair from your face.

“I’ll get you some more water. Maybe snacks?” You move from his lap, the sudden empty feeling making you groan.

“Venom will be here soon. If he isn’t already.” His smile fades.

“I know. So let’s get you fed and hydrated before he makes his presence known, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Don’t be too long.” He holds your hand to help you off the bed while he readjusts against the headboard. You playfully roll your eyes, grabbing your t-shirt off the floor and quickly throwing it on before you slip out of your bedroom to the kitchen.

You fill up two more glasses of water and begin rummaging through your cabinets for any sort of edible snack when you hear tapping on the glass doors leading to your balcony. You nearly drop everything when you turn and see Jungkook standing there in his Spider-Man suit, his mask in his hand.

“Fuck.” You grumble, sitting down the snacks and water before going to unlock the door with pure fear coursing through your veins.

“Since when do you lock this door?” Jungkook asks as soon as you turn the lock.

“Just to be safe.” Your voice shakes and your eyes continuously flash towards the hallway where you know your bedroom door is wide open. Another man in your bed.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here in so long I just…” He pauses, a look you recognize crossing his face. He senses something.

Shit.

“Is everything okay?” You know the answer.

“He’s in here.” Jungkook immediately starts to push past you to look through your apartment.

“Who? What are you talking about Jungkook?” You try to grab his arm while he looks in your living room.

“The monster. I know that feeling anywhere. He’s here. What the fuck is he doing here?” You shove against his chest to stop him.

“There’s no monster here. I think you need to go.”

“What the fuck is going on, Data? Is someone else here?” His jaw ticks and your panic is starting to take over.

“I…um. Jungkook, please just listen.”

“Who? Who the fuck is it?” He pushes past you and you grab his arm to stop him before he freezes in place, looking at the doorway that leads to the hall.

Taehyung in all his shirtless glory stands leaning against the frame.

“Looking for me?” Taehyung smirks and you want to die.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jungkook practically seethes.

“Pretty sure you know the answer to that.” Taehyung takes a step towards you and Jungkook immediately blocks his path.

“You’re him? The monster from the lab?” Jungkook asks, moving into an even more protective stance.

“You don’t need to protect her from me.” Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest and walks over to the counter where you left the water and snacks, picking up a glass and taking a few drinks. “I’d never hurt her.”

“You mean the way your monster left her bruised and bleeding by the docks? Fuck you.” Jungkook takes your hand and pulls you towards the balcony door. “I don’t know what you’re doing with him, Data, but he’s fucking dangerous. Let’s go.”

“Jungkook, please. You don’t understand.”

“Don’t fight me on this. I’m getting you out of here.”

“Since when do you care about ___? She may as well be alone when she’s with you.” Taehyung moves to stand in front of the doors.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re lucky I don’t drag you to Mr. Kim this fucking second.”

“Is that so, spider boy?” Taehyung smiles and grabs Jungkook’s shoulder to stop him from dragging you any farther.

Jungkook lets go of your wrist and pushes Taehyung in the chest. But before he can make any other moves, Venom’s black crawling skin swallows Taehyung and replaces him with the huge looking monster.

Venom roars, shaking your entire apartment. He’s so big he takes almost half the room.

“Get the hell out of here, Data!” Jungkook yells, slipping his mask back over his face.

You want to rip your hair from your head. Scream at the top of your lungs. Stomp on the floor like a two year old throwing a tantrum. 

But you deserve this after what you’ve been doing.

“Stop.” You say, watching Jungkook shoot a web at Venom’s sharp clawed hand. “Stop it!” You practically scream, making the both of them pause to look at you.

“Go outside, Creature.” Venom growls.

“You’re both going to listen to me. Right fucking now.” You walk across the kitchen and stand between them. “You’re not about to destroy my apartment with your pointless fighting. So listen to what I have to say.”

Jungkook stays in his defensive position but nods towards you for you to continue.

“You’re going to listen too, monster. Understand?”

“Bossy little creature.” He groans, ripping Jungkook’s web off of his hand and giving you his attention.

“I realized the other day that you all want the same thing. You want to shut down that lab and stop the testing they’re doing on humans. Venom wants to save his friends and go home and Jungkook, I know you want to save everyone trapped inside there. So why don’t we all work together to make it happen?” You release a long breath after everything spills out. “And after we do that…then we can talk about…us.” You motion between the three of you.

“Data…I didn’t know that I…” Jungkook starts to say but you stop him by holding up a hand.

“We aren’t doing this now, okay? Right now, we need to go see Jin.” 

“Ironman.” Venom growls in distaste.

“He can help. I know he’ll know how to get you and the other symbiotes home.” you try to reason. 

Venom contemplates for a moment before answering. “Fine, Creature. But if he messes with me, I eat him.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.” Jungkook half laughs, taking off his mask as he approaches you. “You’re serious?”

“Yes. Now let’s go.” You walk out the balcony door and wait expectantly. “Well?” You tap your foot.

Jungkook and Venom stare at each other for a moment, silently telling the other that these conversations aren’t over but that they’re going to trust you on this.

Jungkook puts his mask back on once more and makes a beeline towards you, grabbing you around the waist and jumping off the balcony with you in his arms. Venom barks a laugh and quickly follows after.

And then you’re falling.

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[em-ontv]

Need some space — d.w.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x lover!fem!reader

Summary: Dean could never keep his hands off of you, latching onto you whenever he could

Content: fluff, established relationship, clingy/touch-starved Dean, not proofread, English is not my first language, mistakes should be present, sorry!

Word count: 912

Dean was a lot of things—sharp-tongued, reckless at times, stupidly brave—but you hadn't expected "clingy boyfriend" to be added to the list.

Yet somehow, here you were, flipping through dusty books with his head in your lap, eyes half-closed like an oversized housecat. He shifted to a more comfortable position on the couch, clearly uninterested in the research you were trying to get through.

"Dean," you sighed, nudging the book away from where it almost brushed against his face. "How am I supposed to read with your giant head in the way?"

"Don't mind me, sweetheart." he mumbled, eyes closing and voice bordering a purr. "You're doing great. Keep it up."

You gave his forehead a flick, earning a dramatic groan. He swatted half-heartedly at your hand but refused to move an inch. Instead, he stretched his legs out further, making himself even more comfortable.

"Seriously? You're not even gonna pretend to help?" you glared at him. "You know, I'd really appreciate it if you started flipping through some books too."

"Helping," he said lazily, cracking one eye open and giving you a smirk. "Emotional support."

Without waiting any further, he reached up, took your hand, and pressed it to his head. Your fingers tangled in his hair instinctively, and he melted under your touch like butter on a hot pan.

When you stopped and started to pull your hand back so you could flip a page of the book, he let out a pathetic whine, pushing your hand back against his head, like he’d die before letting you go.

"You're such a baby. I have to get this done before Sam comes back." you muttered, squishing his face between your fingers, making him pout.

"Cut it out," he grumbled, frowning up at you, though the way his frown dissolved when you laughed said otherwise.

"If you're not gonna help, you're not gonna complain either." you said, and he retaliated by kissing your wrist, peppering soft, warm kisses all the way up your arm.

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. Dean's touchy-feely tendencies had only escalated since you started dating. Take the case last week, for example.

You'd been interviewing a witness at a diner, trying to keep your questions subtle and professional. Dean, however, had other ideas.

"So, you're saying the lights flickered just before you heard the noise?" you asked the frazzled waitress.

"Uh-huh," she nodded, glancing nervously between you and Dean.

Before you could respond, his hand found its way to the small of your back. Not a casual graze either—nope—it was a slow, deliberate caress, his fingers curling just enough to make his presence known. You froze, shooting him a warning glance, trying to shrug him off, but he was already leaning in closer, the picture of shamelessness.

"Sweetheart," he murmured, low enough that only you could hear. "You're doing amazing. Keep it up."

"Dean," you hissed through a forced smile. "Go sit down."

"What? I'm just keeping an eye on you," he replied, all wide-eyed innocence, grinning like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

The poor waitress looked like she wanted to crawl into the freezer.

And then there was that time in the library when you'd been deep into research, scanning page after page. Dean had sauntered in, plopped down next to you, and proceeded to rest his chin on your shoulder while humming AC/DC under his breath.

"Keep reading, sweetheart. I’m comfy." he murmured when you tried to shoo him off, knowing he'd just distract you. His arm snaked around your waist, and before you could protest, he was already pressing slow, feather-light kisses along your jaw.

Or the night you snuck into the kitchen for some quiet time with a PB&J. Five minutes later, Dean appeared in the doorway, his hair sticking up in every direction. He looked half-asleep, his brows pinched in sleepy frustration.

"What are you doing?" you asked, mid-bite of a PB&J.

"Couldn't sleep," he said, padding over to you with a frown. "Why'd you leave?"

"Dean, I was gone for five minutes."

He made a noise of dissatisfaction, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling lazily into the crook of your neck. "Come back to bed with me." he muttered, his voice soft and heavy with sleep.

It was ridiculous. The same tough-as-nails hunter who'd taken on demons, monsters, and literal death couldn't go five minutes without missing you. But as much as you teased him for it, it brought a certain warmth to your heart.

Because for all his bravado, Dean was just a guy who'd spent most of his life terrified of losing the people he cared about, loved. His over-the-top clinginess? It was his way of making up for lost time.

"Alright, fine," you said, swallowing the last bite of your sandwich and dusting your hands off.

He grinned—smug at first, but it quickly melted into something far softer. He let out a content hum, nuzzling closer.

"Right now, please." he murmured, his voice heavy with drowsiness.

"Alright, just don't fall asleep on me in the middle of the kitchen." you said, rubbing his arm, leading him back to the comfort of your shared bed.

Under the covers, Dean curled up against you, his arms wrapped around your body, his face buried in your neck. His breath was gentle and even, warm against your skin. Just before sleep took him, he murmured faintly, "Love you, sweetheart."

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Simmer #6

CH6. Spilled Milk | The Menu [4.3K] Eddie Munson x shy fem!reader: a line cook au.

The diner was busy. 

Too busy. In fact, it was chaotic. An unusual brunch time rush on the hottest Saturday in August. The first in the month and the official marking of your two month birthday at Jim’s Grill. Not that it mattered, no one was able to celebrate it, not even yourself. 

A greyhound and a private coach had pulled into the parking lot within ten minutes of each other, tourists pouring out of them in big families, clusters of hikers, campers and back water town enthusiasts ready to order everything from the menu. Jim had lit up at the sight, the bell above the diner door jingling over and over and over again, before the man looked at Eddie through the hatch and his face fell into a panicked expression. 

“Shit.”

Steve was already smiling until his cheeks ached, his customer service voice ringing out through the din of the crowd as he tried his best to get everyone seated, him and Jonathan pushing tables together to cater for the family that arrived with seven kids in tow. 

Jim was on the phone in his office, barking out orders before they turned into pleas, the garish orange receiver clutched between two hands before he closed his eyes, mouthed a prayer and then pumped his fist in the air. Twenty minutes later, Dustin Henderson was storming through the diner with two other teens trailing behind him, looking far more begrudging about whatever they’d obviously been roped into. 

Hopper handed them aprons and promised, “cash in hand at the end of the night and an extra twenty if you get through this without breaking anything.”

A deal was made and soon, a red headed girl called Max Mayfield was flying between tables on bright green roller skates, bussing tables with a bored expression on her freckled face. Behind her, Jonathan’s little brother Will was delivering trays of drinks, narrowly avoiding Dustin as he brought Eddie’s famous stacked burgers out by the dozen. 

It was chaos. It was too warm, and god, it was so loud. But fuck, the tips were great. Your apron was stuffed with bills and order tickets, your fingertips red from the amount of times you’d caught them between the metal clips you hung them from above Eddie’s station. It was too busy to talk, to chat and flirt quietly in this new way you’d both grown brave enough to do. The boy was frazzled, side by side with Argyle by the grill as the flipped patties and fried eggs and bacon, a new batch of rolls dangerously close to burning in the oven. The timer was screaming, something else was buzzing, the workstations were the messiest you’d ever seen them and there was a puddle of spilled milk by the door. 

“Door! Behind!” You yelled out amongst the noise, eyes wide at the orders sitting by the hatch still to be delivered. Nancy and Robin were taking plates six at a time, hands and arms full, their balance nothing short of impressive. “Eddie, sorry, but table six wanted extra hash browns with their brunch combo not an egg—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Eddie was taking the plate from you and sliding the perfectly fried egg into the trash. He barely looked at you, something you tried not to frown at because his mouth was set in a strained line and there were beads of sweat gathering at curls on his forehead. “Argyle, time on those hash browns?” Eddie barked, eyes still on the burgers he was placing cheddar slices on top of. 

Argyle was scraping crispy potato pieces around the griddle, salt and pepper and some other spices poured on top as he worked at breakneck speed. “Three minutes, chef,” Argyle called back and Eddie grunted in return. 

You felt stupid, standing there aimlessly with a customer's plate in your hand and before you could get out of the way, Eddie was moving you himself. Big, wide hands on the tops of your arms, guiding you out of the path of the door just before Steve burst through it. He narrowly missed the spilled milk. 

“Door!” He yelled a fraction later than he should’ve. Eddie glared at him. “Corner! Fuck, where’s the fucking syrups? Eddie? Ed! Where’s the syrup!”

You watched Eddie squeeze his eyes shut before he groaned, killing the heat on the grill just as Argyle appeared at your side to slide the freshly cooked hash browns onto the plate. You smiled, grateful. “Thank you.”  

“Open your fuckin’ eyes, man! They’re on the shelf!” Eddie was furiously wiping his hands on his stained chef whites, a dish towel tucked into the ties of his apron as he started assembling burger after burger. 

Bun. Sauce. Patty. Cheese. Bacon. More sauce. Lettuce. Pickles. Tomato. Fried egg. Perfect yolk. Crispy onions. More sauce. Bun. 

“What shelf?!” Steve yelled back, the pantry contents rattling as he pushed his way past huge bags of sugar and jars of homemade jam. “Eddie, it’s not fucking there!”

Robin barged in the door, not announcing her arrival to anyone and the edge of it slammed Argyle as he walked past carrying piles of grease filled frying pans. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry dude!” Eddie glared at her. “Door?” She said weakly. 

“Why is everyone in my fuckin’ kitchen!” Eddie yelled and diners closest to the hatch peered in at him, disapproving expressions on their faces as their kids with ketchup smeared chins laughed. “Buckley! What is it?”

“There’s like, seven tables asking for maple syrup. Where is it?”

Everyone groaned, eyes rolling and Eddie threw his hands to the ceiling. “It’s on the fuckin’ shelf, but Harrington is too blind to see them. Christ, Argyle, start getting these burgers out, Harrington fuckin’ move man—”

It all happened a bit too fast, that’s all. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, not really. Just a classic case of spilled milk. No need to cry over it, right? That’s what they said. 

Argyle dumped the pans into the sink with a crash, slipping between you and Eddie’s workstation as he tried to get to the burgers before they went cold. Eddie was pushing past Robin to get to Steve who was still arguing and well, Robin might’ve stepped forward at the same time you stepped back to avoid Argyle. Plateful of hash browns held high, you tried to stop them from falling. You tried not to elbow Argyle in the face and god, you tried really hard not to completely crash into Robin despite the way her shoulder caught yours. 

You stepped back again, someone yelled ‘door!’ and the sound of Max’s roller blades ripped through onto the kitchen tiles, sending everyone into a loud panic. Your foot found the puddle of milk, sneakers slipping through the liquid and the inevitable happened. 

There was an awful crack when your head hit the worktop on the way down. Ass hitting the tiles, a horrible spine numbing pain licking up your back. The bones in your hips tingled with it before tears sprung to your eyes as a searing pain set in everywhere at once. You heard the kitchen go quiet for just a second, a blissful peace before the plate you’d been holding finally joined you on the floor and smashed into a hundred different pieces. Argyle’s perfectly crispy hash browns skittered under the workstation and you heard someone swear. 

Then everyone was clamouring at once, hands hesitated to touch you as you brought your own to the back of your head and held it there. There was a strange kind of heat to it that made you hope it wasn’t blood, but you were too scared to look. Milk seeped into your wrinkled sock, your legs splayed out in front of you like a forgotten doll, but you didn’t feel half as pretty as one. You gazed mournfully at the smashed plate and couldn’t help the way your bottom lip twisted and trembled. God, your head hurt. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, shit— I’m sorry, I should’ve said I was coming in, right?”

“It’s fine Max, it’s not your fault—”

“How many fingers am I holding up? Can you stand? Hey, who’s the president—?”

“Lil’ Chicago slice got laid out.”

“Everyone move.”

Eddie’s voice rang out the loudest, clear and gruff with an authoritative tone that bordered on scary. Everyone listened, the kitchen and its team quietening down again when they all saw how you winced at the noise. Eddie pushed past Steve, and Robin, dropping down to hunker next to you. His brows were stitched together with concern and he tutted softly at the tear slipping down your cheek. You hadn’t even noticed, but his thumb brushed it away before anyone else could see. 

He murmured your name and it sounded like a question you were supposed to answer, so you hummed, face scrunched up as more sharp needles of pain prickled at the back of your skull. Your hand was still pressed to it, scared to let go as if your whole head would simply roll off of your neck. 

But Eddie’s hand curled around your wrist and he tugged gently, murmuring words of nonsense that were nothing more than soft placations. With a bit of coaxing, you let him take your hand away and you slammed your eyes shut before you could look. No one hissed or gasped, so it seemed safe enough. 

But still, you asked, “there’s no blood, right?”

The boy gave you a soft smile as everyone circled closer to peer at your hand. “Nah,” Eddie told you reassuringly. “No blood, you’ll live.” Then he was cupping your chin in his hand, thumb pressed to the corner of your mouth and his brow wrinkled with more concern. “Can I take a look though?”

You wanted to say no. All this fuss and attention was making you feel too hot, embarrassment from falling starting to roll in with the pain and it mixed in your stomach to create an awfully uncomfortable concoction. Steve and Robin were still gazing down at you, eyes wide with shock and Max looked stricken with guilt, as if she thought her coming into the kitchen unannounced caused this. Argyle was already moving between everyone, sweeping broken pieces of plate and squished food out of the way. 

But you nodded and let Eddie peer at the back of your head. His hands gentle as he turned you this way and that, parting your hair so he could look for any cuts. He whistled at the sight of a bump and ran his thumb over it softly. You winced and he murmured a sorry before squeezed your knee, a comforting thing that Robin raised her brows at. 

“Think you can stand?” Eddie asked. 

You didn’t get a chance to answer, because Hopper was bursting through the doors with a red face and seven ticket orders clutched in his hand. “Why is half my staff on the kitchen fucking floor?” He yelled. “It’s crazy out there! What’s going on?”

You brought your knees to your chest as Steve explained what had happened, gesturing to the puddle of milk, the broken pieces of plate in the trash. Eddie didn’t move, didn’t take his eyes off you, even when you winced in embarrassment and tried to hide your face in your hands. 

You heard Jim sigh and then he was clapping his hands and demanding that Steve and Robin went back to the dining floor. “There’s four tables waitin’ for coffee, never mind food, c’mon! And Max— Jesus, Maxine, take those skates off before someone else ends up with a concussion.”

Argyle was sent back to the grill before Hop patted Eddie on the shoulder and told him to do the same. Eddie screwed up his face, confusion wrinkling his brow. “What? No, Hop, someone’s gotta take her home.”

“Ed—” you started to interrupt, mortified at the idea of causing an upset. 

Hop laughed, not meanly, just amused. “And what? You think you should be the one to take her, Casanova? You’re the only guy I got here that knows how to cook an omelette, you’re not going anywhere Munson.”

Eddie’s ears burned with the quip, cheeks flushed pink and he scowled at his boss, uncaring about the repercussions. But his attention was quickly stolen by you as you made an attempt to move, standing shakily as you protested that you were fine. The boy scoffed, holding your forearms so you could grip his, knuckles white as the shock of it all set in. 

You did feel a little dizzy. 

“She’s not going back out there to take orders,” Eddie told the older man as they both looked at your peaky expression, your glassy eyes. 

“Well, I ain’t got the bodies to get someone to take her home, kid,” Hop shrugged regretfully. “Wayne at the garage?”

“Fishing trip,” Eddie answered sourly. “Here, c’mon, sit down, yeah?” He guided you to the stool by his station and helped you onto it, eyes filled with concern as you clutched the edge of the worktop and closed your eyes. “Should we be callin’ a doctor?” Eddie asked Hop. 

“Don’t you dare,” you managed to bark at him, even though your voice sounded shaky. “I’m fine. I’ll just, I’ll just sit for a bit.”

You couldn’t hear what the two men were whispering about, but embarrassment told you it was most definitely about you. You only looked up when someone set a glass of water in front of you and you smiled in thanks at Argyle before he squeezed your shoulder and went back to flipping pancakes. 

“Drink that, please,” Eddie mumbled softly as he appeared by your side. Hopper had left, standing awkwardly in the middle of the diner instead of his office as he wrote down orders listed off by a frantic Nancy. “Okay, we’ve come to an agreement.”

You snorted into your glass. “We have?” You asked as you wiped at your lips. 

“Hop’s gonna take over and I’ll drive you home when this place finally calms down. Or we run out of eggs, whatever comes first.”

You rolled your eyes but the action was fond, just like the smile on your lips. You could barely bring yourself to look up at the boy for fear of giving too much away in your gaze, but when you did, you saw the same softness in Eddie’s own expression. “You don’t have to do that,” you told him. “I’ll just sit for a bit and then walk home.”

Eddie snorted and began chopping slices of tomatoes at a speed your eyes could barely keep up with. “No you fuckin’ won’t,” he told you. “Part of this agreement was that you park your cute ass where I can see you. No passing out in the walk-in, alright?”

You tried not to dwell on the compliment too much. Weeks had passed since the night you’d gotten high with the boy, too close on his bed, too close to doing something that was interrupted. You’d been back to the Munson trailer since, but you spent evenings on the sofa with both Eddie and Wayne, yelling at Alex Trebek and trying out new dishes that Eddie created for late nice dinners. No other attempt at a kiss - if that’s what had been about to happen. No other attempt at asking for a date - if that’s what the boy had been about to say. 

“Are there any other conditions to this agreement?” You asked, wincing when Argyle dropped a pot into the sink. “Or did you just sell my soul to Jim without me knowing?”

Eddie laughed as he threw some mushroom halves onto the grill, dropping in some butter until they sizzled. “Sweetheart, c’mon now, you did that yourself when you agreed to work in his hellhole.” Eddie moved away just for a few seconds, long enough to return with a new glass of ice water that he replaced your empty one with. “But he did say you’re not allowed to sue him.”

You smiled, laughing weakly because your head still throbbed and the diner was too loud but Eddie Munson was grinning at you with his dimples on show and a stray curl falling into his big, brown eyes. 

“Damn,” you tried to joke. “There goes my plan.”

—————

You’d been slumped on the stool for the best part of two hours before someone roused you from your semi sleeping state. Heels of your hands pressed to your closed eyes, the sounds of the diner sounding further and further away as you let yourself be lulled into haze by the sounds of Eddie and Argyle talking over the sizzle of the grill, the popping of bacon, the whir of a whisk. 

Then, a palm on your back, wide and warm. You startled only slightly, sitting up and reappearing from behind your hands to see a bowl of soup being slid in front of you. A deep red, flecked with cracked black pepper and smelling like tomato and basil. There was a swirl of some cream in the centre, artfully placed, and a spoon was dipped into the middle of it. 

“Eat up,” Eddie instructed softly. “Then I can try ‘n’ find you some Advil or somethin’, Nancy probably got some stashed somewhere.”

You eyed the soup with a sudden greed, mouth watering at the aroma, your fingers finding the spoon. “You didn’t even ask if I was hungry,” you gently scolded the boy. 

Eddie knew what it meant. ‘Thank you. You shouldn’t have.’

“Don’t start,” he grumbled back, already going back to cracking more eggs into a bowl. Only six this time, which meant service must’ve been slowing. “You’ve had a coffee and half a slice of toast all day, eat your fuckin’ soup.”

You knew what that meant too. ‘You’re welcome. Please eat, so I stop worrying.’

So you ate and Eddie made omelettes, folding each so meticulously that you couldn’t help but watch. Butter on top, chives diced, fresh tomato and Italian ham in the middle. He knew you were staring, he always did. But now he smiled instead of scowled, let his gaze flicker to you every time he put his knife down and he nodded appreciatively when your spoon scraped the last of the soup from the bowl.

“Good?” He asked like always, sliding the omelette dishes out of the hatch for Steve to deliver to the waiting tables.

Jim was back in the office and the younger kids were long gone, sent home with leftover doughnuts from the pastry cabinet and an extra twenty in each of their back pockets. Regular slowness has resumed. Only Mr Creel sat at the bar, under the television as always, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee he wouldn’t let Jonathan refill. There was a family at one table, an older couple at another, and three teens sharing a plate of fries in a booth at the back. 

You nodded, humming. “So good, Eddie. Best soup I’ve had.”

Eddie grinned and tried to hide it, bashful and pink in the face at your praise. There was a lull in the kitchen as Argyle disappeared into the walk-in and for the first time that day, there was nothing on the grills in danger of burning. So the boy cleared his station and leant his elbows on it, so close to you that you could let your hand touch his, if you’d felt brave enough. 

“How’s the head?” 

You made a face at the reminder, reaching back to gingerly feel at the small lump there, tender and embarrassing. “It’s fine,” you told him. “Just another injury for the collection.”

Eddie snorted, knowing about your bumps and bruises you’d gathered working in the diner. You were insistent someone was moving table eight a few inches to the right each day, just to fuck with you and your hip. “Gonna have to keep you in a bubble.”

You smiled, “can’t feed me in a bubble, Munson.”

Another grin from Eddie, shy and pretty and so incredibly genuine. The boy that had scowled at you from the minute you’d appeared now couldn’t hide how happy you seemed to make him. Pink cheeks and dimples, a shine to his eyes that made your knees a little weak and you wanted to tell him then, right there, kiss me please. 

Kiss me without smoke between us, kiss me without having an excuse to be close. Kiss me ‘cause you want to. 

“Yeah, yeah you’re right, that seems— that would be, uh, less than ideal,” Eddie coughed, suddenly nervous. He straightened up and took his hands away from the counter, away from any ideas you had about holding them in your own. “I could, uh, I could - y’know - ask you if you wanted to grab dinner later, instead.”

You sucked in a breath, eyes wide. You didn’t say anything, you just blinked and your silence urged Eddie to fill it, so he rambled on further, voice coming out rushed and a little rough. “Like, I mean, so I can make sure, you know… you eat. God. And you don’t hit your head again, ‘cause you could totally have a concussion and that would su—”

“Eddie?” You interrupted, heart beating too fast, your chest too tight. It felt like it was ready to crack in two, ready to bloom. Excitement was caught in your throat, maybe hope. “Are you asking me on a date?”

The boy faltered and then smiled, a dopey, lopsided thing that you were sure was the most endearing sight you’d ever come across. Those cheeks went pink again and suddenly he was the furthest thing from the grumpy line cook that grunted his greetings to everyone. But maybe, you guessed, he just didn’t do that to you. 

“I’m definitely trying to, yeah.” Eddie grinned then, only once he saw your smile too. 

Giddy, feeling like a schoolgirl with her first crush, you squinted at him, eyes crinkling in the corners with a new type of joy. You wanted to laugh at his attempt, his shyness for a change instead of your own but you couldn’t keep it together. You were bursting at the seams, chest splintering as the butterflies roared. You felt breathless, you felt warm, you felt like you could look at yourself in the mirrored edge of a frying pan and watch yourself glitter. 

“I’d love to,” you told him, soft, quiet, happy. 

The boy lazed back against the worktop, the stainless steel between you littered with spilled sugar and the lonely top of a carrot. He played with the edge of his dish towel that was tucked into the front of his apron, narrowed his eyes at you comically and tried to contain his own grin. He was beaming. 

“You’re not just saying that ‘cause you’re concussed, right?”

You laughed, a bright, sharp sound and you shook your head. “I’m not concussed.” You hummed, happy. “And even if I was, I’d still wanna go on a date with you.”

Eddie looked brighter than the sun. 

—————

That evening, Eddie picked you up outside your apartment with freshly washed curls and a shirt that didn’t have any rips in it. 

His boots were clean and his jeans weren’t creased and you’d have said something about it all if you weren’t as nervous as he looked. With what appeared to be a permanent flush on his cheeks, he hopped out the van as he saw you lock up, jogging round the front so he could open the door for you. 

“You look nice,” he murmured as he helped you in, his hand holding yours, his gaze unable to stop from wandering over all the bare thigh your dress showed off. 

A summery thing, cherry red with a hem that erred on the side of almost too short, with short sleeves and a pretty frilled neckline. It was lower than your uniform, showing off more skin and cleavage than he’d ever seen before. You’d changed seven times between getting out of the shower and watching the window for Eddie’s van, throwing your rejected outfits on your bedroom floor as you stood in your pyjama shirt, wondering if it was far too presumptuous to change into your best lace underwear. 

The butterflies inside your ribcage were rattling. 

“Thank you,” you answered politely and you let yourself look at him too, like you were allowed to now. He still had the rings he wore outside of the kitchen, a plain black T-shirt that smelled like he always did, like lemongrass and freshly spritzed cologne. “You look nice too.”

He went pink at your words and duked his chin to hide his smile. And when he got back into the driver's seat, you looked at him expectantly, nervously. 

“So, uh, there’s only really one place to go for food in this town,” Eddie cleared his throat awkwardly and he smiled, nose scrunched. “And rumour has it, the chef is out on a hot date…”

You laughed, tension broken for a second or two and you hummed, nodding. “Hot date, huh?”

Eddie nodded furiously, letting his eyes dip to look over your bare legs, the short hem of your dress, scarlet against your skin. He looked bravely, not trying to hide it the way he used to. “The hottest,” he confirmed. 

“Where are you taking me then?” you asked softly, leaning your cheek against the seat. It was dangerous looking at him like this, like you wanted him, like you were over trying to hide it. Your workplace crush had bloomed into something else, something more and it made your chest ache.

“Wayne’s not home,” Eddie replied just as soft, just as quiet. His gaze kept falling to your mouth, the way it turned up in the corners. “I have it on good authority that the food at Casa Munson is top tier.”

It made your stomach flip, the idea of being alone with the boy. It barely happened, a rarity, really. The butterflies in your stomach were pushing at your bones, gnawing to get out. You were dizzy with it. 

“Yeah?” you smiled at him, putting Eddie’s own nerves at ease. “Think you could get us a table?”

[into-the-grey]

~Until You're Resting~

Noah x F!Reader Fic

When a night out goes wrong, and you're completely alone, cornered, and your phone is broken, there's only one place left to go, and he's not gonna like it...

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Assault, Being followed, mild mean!Noah, Death, Hospital setting, Nightmares, Knives, Running (exercise, ew), Probably incorrect medical knowledge

WC: 9.6k (inc Epilogue)

Taglist: @wh0th3h3llisbucky @blend-in-with-the-madness

Fic Masterlist

The fog from her breath was whisked away in the cool night air. Temperatures plummeted as winter began to settle on LA, bringing a cold snap with it.

Y/N tried to breathe quietly, but she had been running for so long that her lungs were burning. Even though she couldn't tell where they were, she was sure the men were still following her.

The night had gone very wrong, very fast. Against her better judgement, Y/N had counted on public transport to get home. This late at night, and in this part of town, she should have known better.

She had been answering a text when one of them grabbed her shirt, the other grabbing at her waist. Her hands stung from the scrapes and her ribs burned. She had been thrown forward onto the harsh concrete, and she scrambled away from the two men before taking off down the road.

The men chased her from the bus stop, following her down side streets and alleys. Now she was crouched behind a car, trying to hold her breath and listen to figure out where they were. A small puddle of blood formed on the concrete, but she had no time to assess where she was bleeding from.

Y/N could hear their heavy footsteps nearby. They were searching for her, calling out unintelligible sounds and taunting her. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle the sound of her panting.

Her heart thundered in her chest and every tiny sound felt too loud. She was almost sure they could hear her blood pumping through her veins.

With trembling hands, she slipped her phone out of her pocket. The screen was badly smashed, and as she tried to wake the device she was greeted with a frazzled mess of pixels. The phone had been broken in her fall.

'Shit,' she whimpered. Calling the cops was out of the question. She would have to do this alone.

She drew in a deep, shaky breath, surveying her surroundings. She knew where she was. The suburban area had almost no cover. A few of the houses had bushes in the front yard, but they wouldn't be enough to hide behind if the men came this way, and if they cornered her in one of the yards there would be no way out.

There was only one way to go. A couple hundred yards down the street there was a small laneway between two houses that led to a cul-de-sac. If she could get down there undetected, there was a fence she could jump.

He would be mad, but it was her only option.

Slowly rising to her feet, she scanned the street. She could see them on the corner, still looking for her. There was no mistaking what they wanted. Her escape had clearly pissed them off, because the unmistakable glint of a knife in the taller one's hand made her stomach sink.

She stayed low, bending down to cover herself behind the cars as she crept down the street, darting quickly between them and ducking down. Each step sounded like an explosion in her ears. She kept checking over her shoulder every few feet, praying they wouldn't notice her.

As she crept closer to the laneway, the gaps between cars grew larger. Each time, Y/N checked behind her, waiting to see if they had noticed her movements. Somehow, they remained oblivious, but they were still moving towards her blindly.

She made the sprint from behind a small grey sedan to the big black truck that sat closest to the alley. Her footsteps seemed to echo as she moved on her toes, trying desperately to minimize any noise. She dove behind the large truck, creeping around the back and glancing down the laneway.

She could see the fence. Salvation taunted her. All she had to do was run faster than them.

Y/N had a head start, but she was exhausted and bleeding. She wasn't sure she would be fast enough, and that didn't address the challenge of scaling the fence.

There was no cover between the truck and the alley, only a long stretch of lawn and pavement. This was going to be dangerous.

Her heart pounded as she shuffled in place, gearing herself up for the most important sprint of her life.

'Okay,' she hissed to herself. 'Okay, one... Two...' she counted, shoving her phone back into her pocket and rocking from foot to foot. She searched herself for all the courage and adrenaline she had left, keeping her eyes on the fence.

She should have looked over her shoulder.

'Down there!' One of the men yelled.

'Shit!' Y/N hissed, launching off her front foot as fast as she could and tearing down the alley. She refused to look back, the sound of their boots chasing her only just louder than the sound of her blood rushing in her ears.

The house on the other side of the fence was dark, but she knew there was a dog door that she could fit through. All she had to do was get into the yard and get through that door.

He would be livid, but she hoped he would understand.

Her feet pounded against the pavement, the cold air like knives in her lungs. All she could see was the fence. It was tall, and it would be a miracle if she could get over unscathed, but she knew she had to try. There was no way to get to the front of the house. Not from this street, anyway.

As she grew closer to the fence, she braced herself for the hardest climb of her life. This side of the fence was smooth, there would be almost no friction to help her get over. This was going to be all on her upper body strength, and her hands were torn to shreds.

Their footsteps entered the alley, their panting interspersed with the odd jeering call. Y/N didn't want to know what would happen if they caught up to her.

This was it.

She crossed the cul-de-sac, running up the gutter and trying to leap for the top of the fence.

She just managed to reach the top of the planks, her hands screaming in agony as her body weight pulled down on the scrapes and scratches. The blood on her hands made her grip slick.

With a cry, she pulled as hard as she could, her feet scrabbling against the smooth planks, searching for any purchase. Bit by bit, she got closer.

'Where do you think you're going!?' One of the men yelled, his voice too close for her liking.

Finally, her feet found some grip, pushing her up the fence. Y/N hooked her elbow over the top, yanking herself up and scraping her belly and chest over the wooden planks, shrieking as the rough edge of the wood dug into her body.

A strong hand grabbed at her ankle, and she cried out as she felt him pull.

'Get off of me!' She screamed, 'leave me alone!'

Kicking back, her foot collided with something, a sick crunch following the feeling.

'BITCH!'

She threw herself over the fence, toppling off the other side as the man grabbed for her leg again.

She landed hard on the gravel that filled the corner of the yard. The men yelled from the other side of the fence, but it didn't seem like they were trying to get over. One of them screamed, the other hurling insults at her and kicking at the fence.

She knew the fence was sturdy enough that they wouldn't be able to break it down, but she didn't care. Adrenaline still surged through her body, screaming that she wasn't safe yet. Y/N forced herself back onto to her feet, ignoring the pain filling her body as she rushed around the house. Down the side of the house, she could see the laundry door.

'Please be open,' she gasped, 'please be open.'

Her feet pounded on the pavers, the odd crunch of a stray piece of gravel under her feet broke up the rhythmic sound. As she reached the door, she pushed on the dog door, relieved to see it swing inward.

Falling to her knees, she threw herself through and into the laundry, spinning around quickly and locking the flap shut, sliding the metal cover down over it.

She hurled herself backwards away from the door until her back met a cabinet. Finally, she could breathe. Her choked gasps filled the room, her head spinning and her hands on fire while she fought for breath.

As her chest heaved, her injuries began to make themselves known.

Her palms stung, bleeding from the scrapes. Her ribs pounded and her stomach felt bruised, and her leg screamed with pain. A quiet dripping sound caught her attention, but it was too dark to see where it was coming from.

While she gasped for air, another noise echoed through the house.

Footsteps.

She froze, praying they hadn't gotten in.

She clamped her hand over her mouth in a feeble attempt to silence herself. Tears began to well as she felt the panic building again.

The room was dark, and there was nothing obvious to defend herself with. If they had gotten in, all she would be able to do was scream.

Bit by bit, the footsteps padded closer to the laundry.

She knew she should call out, but she couldn't, she was paralysed. If it was them, she was done for.

Closer.

And closer.

The door handle rattled under someone's hand, and slowly the door creaked open. A shaft of light filled the room. She couldn't see who was holding the light, but the glint of the blade was unmistakeable. Y/N flinched away from the light, covering her head with a cry.

Y/N screamed, trying to throw herself away from the door.

'Whoa! whoa, stop screaming!' Came the familiar voice. The overhead light turning on and revealed the tall, tattooed man. Noah stood in his sweatpants, holding a katana and using his phone as a flashlight. 'What the fuck are you doing here!?'

As soon as she saw him, she dropped her hands back to her ribs, holding the area tightly and gasping for breath as she began to cry.

'I'm sorry,' Y/N panted, tears streaming down her face, 'I didn't know where else to go.'

As Noah looked at her, she could see the colour drain from his face. She followed his gaze, seeing the blood dribbling from her leg and leaving a pool on the laundry floor, and the bloody handprints all over the tiles.

'Y/N, what the fuck happened to you?' He asked, putting the sword and his phone on the counter and dropping to her side. He grabbed a clean towel from the basket by the dryer and pressed it to her leg, holding it tightly. His eyes searched her face, trying to hide his horror.

In the light he could see that she was bleeding badly, and her face was smeared with red from covering her mouth. His gut twisted at the smell, the salty metallic scent filled the room.

Y/N coughed, her face contorting as she held her side. 'I was waiting for the bus, and these two guys grabbed me. I ran, but they chased me,' she said, gulping for air. 'I broke my phone, so I jumped your fence. I'm sorry, I couldn't think of anything else to do-'

'Hey, no, shut up,' he told her, pressing harder against her leg as the blood started to seep through the towel. 'Don't apologise. You did the right thing coming here. I'd rather you come here than risk it out there.'

'I thought you hated me?' Y/N said, gritting her teeth.

Noah's body tensed, his gaze locking on his hand. 'Not enough to want you dead.'

Y/N nodded awkwardly while Noah looked her over.

'Can you stand?' He asked. 'I've got a first aid kit upstairs. I need to see how bad this is, and we need to call the police.'

Y/N stayed silent, his tense tone only making her stomach sink further. She nodded slowly.

Carefully, Noah released his grip on her leg. The blood continued to flow, but it seemed slower now.

'Come on,' he said, standing up and tossing the towel over his shoulder, offering her his hand.

'Do you really want to do that?' She asked, showing him her free hand and the blood smeared across it. Noah rolled his eyes, flexing his fingers.

'It's fine, I'm gonna get covered in it anyway. Come on.'

Timidly, Y/N took his hand, staggering to her feet. The adrenaline in her system had begun to fade, and her body was crashing. She tried to put her weight on her cut leg, crying out as it buckled in pain beneath her.

Noah lunged for her, yanking her towards him with the hand he held and wrapping his arm underneath hers, holding her steady against his chest.

'Okay, you can't walk,' he said, feeling her trembling against him. Her eyes were wide with fear, her hand still clutching her ribs. She refused to look up at him, shaking her head as she mumbled.

'I'm sorry, I thought I could.'

'Y/N, stop apologising,' he told her firmly, glancing at her face, 'and don't apologise for apologising. I know you're about to.'

Y/N nodded once, wincing as he slung her free arm over his shoulders and positioned her at his side. He began to hoist her up, but her shriek made him freeze, almost dropping her.

'Fuck, fuck, stop!' Y/N cried, pain searing through her ribs as Noah pulled.

'Shit, are you good?' He asked, letting her down.

'Nope,' she gulped, 'ribs. I think I bruised them climbing the fence.'

'Alright, fuck this, I'm carrying you,' he told her,  crouching and sweeping his arm behind her knees. He made sure to keep her injured side away from him, lest he make it worse.

Y/N grimaced, yelping as he brought her close to his chest.

'Grab the phone,' he instructed flatly, nodding to the counter where his sword and his phone laid, the flashlight on the phone beaming up to the ceiling.

Y/N grabbed the device and felt Noah begin to walk.

'You're not gonna like this, but I'm gonna need you to strip. I need to see what we're dealing with,' Noah told her somewhat sheepishly, making his way through the dark house.

Y/N pursed her lips. 'Well, this is not how I expected tonight to go,' she sighed, reluctantly resting her head on his shoulder.

'And what did you expect?' Noah's terse voice asked. She couldn't deny the hurt that his accusatory tone inflicted.

She glared up at him, only just able to see him in the low light. 'Nothing to do with you.'

Noah's lip tightened, and she felt his fingers twitch as he held her. She didn't want to trade blows with him, but if he was going to be this way when she needed help, then so be it.

'That's not answering my question though,' he asked tightly.

'Not that it's any of your business, but I thought I'd go out with friends and have a few drinks. That I'd go home and go to bed. Alone or otherwise...'

'Well, after this, I don't think you're going to bed alone.'

'And why is that?'

Noah shook his head, glancing down at her as he climbed the stairs. The look seemed to be asking if she was stupid. 'As if I'm letting you go anywhere after you just got attacked. If you're not going to hospital, you're staying here.'

Y/N's stomach twisted. 'Again, I thought you hated me?'

'Again, not enough to want you dead. I'm not a monster.'

Noah pushed the bathroom door open with his foot, making his way into the room and sitting Y/N down on the closed toilet. He reached behind him, turning the light on quickly and surveying the damage.

'Alright, pants off. I need to see what's going on here,' Noah instructed.

He moved to the cabinet while Y/N kicked her shoes off. She awkwardly shuffled her pants off, peeling them down her bloodied legs. Noah produced a large red container from underneath the sink, slamming the cabinet shut and turning back to her.

He shuffled across the floor, sliding the container over the tiles and coming back to kneel by her legs. He quickly flicked the towel off of his shoulder, trying to wipe her leg as clean as he could to see the damage.

Her thighs were scraped from the fence, but the side of her calf was torn open with a decent gash and still dribbling blood. Even her sock had turned red from the amount that had dripped into her shoe.

'What the fuck did they do to you?' Noah said softly, inspecting the wound.

'I don't know. I guess he got me with the knife when I jumped the fence,' Y/N winced as he pressed the towel to her leg again.

''Wait, there was a knife? Are you fucking serious?' he stammered, staring at her with wide eyes. His jaw hung slack and his heart thumped in his chest. A sudden wave of nausea hit him, but he swallowed hard, refusing to show it.

'Yeah,' she nodded. 'I didn't think I got hit.'

'Call the police, now,' he told her, gesturing to his phone and returning his attention to the container, searching for something to disinfect her leg.

With her left hand still on her ribs, Y/N nervously picked up the phone, swiping it to unlock it. A four digit password blocked her access.

'Um, what's your passcode?' She asked timidly.

'Oh...' Noah said quietly, pausing. 'It's still our anniversary.'

Her stare softened, her hand trembling as she typed the combination. She knew the numbers by heart. 'You never changed it?'

'Just call them. You can give me shit for it later,' Noah grumbled.

Y/N pursed her lips. There it was again. The anger, the hatred. She rolled her eyes, pulling up the keypad and dialling 911.

While she called, Noah hunted through the kit for something to clean his hands and something to wipe the wound with. To his dismay, there were no gloves. Hand sanitizer would have to do.

He found a small box of wound wipes, gritting his teeth at the smell as he tore one open. 'This might sting,' he told her, turning his attention back to her leg. He unfolded the compact wipe, draping it over the wound and pressing down.

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath, clenching her teeth as the sting ripped through her leg. Noah's lips tightened, gingerly dragging the wipe across the skin and seeing the depth of the wound. He grimaced, it was likely going to need stitches. As the blood began to dribble again, he grabbed the once grey towel, holding it back to her skin and pressing down hard.

While Y/N relayed her attack and her location to the 911 dispatcher, Noah felt his jaw tense. It took all of his willpower not to go outside with one of his swords and find the men that did this.

While she wasn't his to protect anymore, it didn't mean he didn't care. His stomach bubbled with fury, biting his tongue to try and maintain his composure.

'No, I'm not alone,' Y/N said to the dispatcher. 'I'm with my, uh...' she paused, 'I'm with a friend. It's his house.'

She noticed the look on his face but didn't draw attention to it. He seemed upset by her use of the word "friend".

'Yeah, he's got a towel on my leg, it's bleeding pretty badly,' she said into the phone. She listened for a moment while the dispatcher tried to give instructions on how to care for the wound until help arrived. Y/N's eyes moved to Noah's face, 'can you see any yellow in there?'

'No, but it's still bleeding a lot,' Noah told her. 'I think it's just because you've been running.'

'They're going to send an ambulance just to be sure,' Y/N told him. 'As if I can afford that...'

'Shut up, I'll pay for it. You need the help, I can only do so much,' Noah snipped.

Y/N shut her mouth, looking away from him. Noah could see the hurt on her face, mentally kicking himself. She listened silently for a minute, and then she spoke.

'Yeah, just get them to ring the bell when they're here, he'll let them in,' Y/N said to the dispatcher, thanking them before lowering the phone and ending the call.

Noah sighed, shifting on his knees.

'I'm sorry, I'm just stressed, okay? This is a lot.'

'You're telling me,' Y/N huffed. 'You weren't exactly the first person who sprang to mind when I was running for my life. You take what you can get.'

Noah bit his lip, looking away. 'Alright, I deserved that.'

'You're giving me whiplash, Noah. One second you're caring, and the next you're telling me to shut up and treating me like I let this happen specifically to inconvenience you.'

Noah shook his head. 'I'm sorry, okay? You scared the hell out of me. Do you have any idea what it's like to lose someone like that, and then suddenly they're in your house at one in the morning, covered in blood?'

Her glare pierced through him like daggers. She stared hard at him, her mouth hanging open as she huffed. He knew that look, and he knew he'd trodden in it.

'You didn't lose me, you kicked me out. I wanted to fix things, but you pushed me away.' Her voice was low, almost growling.

'I pushed you away because you were already halfway out the door.'

'I was halfway out the door because you put me there!' Y/N yelped, her hand on her ribs as she leaned back against the cistern of the toilet. 'You were doing great, the band was taking off, and I was fine with that. I know you think I resented it, but I didn't! I was happy for you! I understood that fame comes with a price, but it wasn't the fame that fucked everything up. When quarantine happened, you weren't you. You were drunk all the time and you were avoiding me!'

'I was not avoiding you! You were avoiding me! That's why I was drinking! You never wanted to be around me, you were always on your phone or hiding somewhere!'

'Because you were on stream! You said you didn't want anyone to know about me for my own safety, so I stayed away from you whenever you were on twitch, which was all the fucking time! What did you think I would do, just sit and wait somewhere until you were ready to talk to me? I was fucking lonely, Noah! My family was across the country, I had no one here but you!'

'You had Ruffilo! And Folio! And Vince and Jolly!'

'No, Noah! You had them! They're your friends, not mine! Same with Davis and Matt! I was alone and you let me be alone!' She cried, her breath hitching. Noah could see the tears brimming her eyes, but he couldn't stop. This conversation had needed to happen for a long time, it was about time to finally get it out.

'So what? You just left?' he said curtly. 'You gave up on us and just fucked off?'

'You told me to! You said if I couldn't deal with it that you didn't need me! I was already on my own, I figured I might as fucking well!'

Noah grabbed at her hand, feeling her clammy skin as he grabbed another wipe and cleaned the scrapes. 'I was drunk, Y/N! I didn't mean it! I never thought you'd actually do it!'

'Oh, so you thought you could tell me to fuck off and what? You thought I'd stay? Be miserable? Keep waiting for you to un-pickle yourself long enough to see that we hadn't spoken in a week even though we slept in the same bed?' She said, wincing as he cleaned her palm. 'I don't know what you wanted from me, but clearly I couldn't give it to you. The way we ended fucking wrecked me, Noah.'

'It wasn't great for me, either,' he said, grabbing for the hand she had been holding on her ribs. As he held it in front of him, all of his anger dissipated, the cold chill of fear replacing it.

'Can you stop manhandling me!? I'm in enough pain,' she spat.

'Lift up your shirt,' Noah said tensely.

'Way to change the subject-'

'Y/N, lift up your shirt,' he said, looking at the thick layer of blood coating her palm. 'This is fresh, and there's a lot of it. Slowly, lift. Up. Your. Shirt.'

Y/N shut her mouth, her eyes widening at the sight of her hand. Cautiously, she reached for the hem of her shirt and peeled it up.

Noah felt sick, the wet fabric making an awful sticky sound as it separated from her skin.

'Oh fuck,' he breathed.

Her whole left side was red with blood, and a deep wound tore through the skin. Blood dribbled from the gash, trickling down her side in thick lines, absorbing into the fabric of her underwear.

In the centre, something silvery embedded itself into her skin. As her hand drew nearer to it, he realised that her fingertips were turning blue. She was bleeding out faster than either of them had thought. He was running out of time.

Noah's face dropped, his heart twisting. 'Don't panic, but I need you to lie on the floor. Now.'

Y/N blanched, her breathing quickening as she watched his expression closely. 'Noah, you're scaring me.'

'It's fine, don't panic. Get on the floor. We need gravity to stop pumping the blood down, okay?'

'What is it? Tell me what you see.'

She was too scared to look. His expression told her that whatever it was, it was bad. His features froze, his mouth hanging open as he stared.

'There's something stuck in your side,' he said slowly, his voice lowering. 'We're definitely going to the hospital.'

Y/N froze, her body refusing to move.

'What is it?' she asked quietly, letting her shirt fall and wincing as the fabric dragged across the wound.

Noah shook his head. 'I can't tell.' He swallowed hard, offering his hand to her. He couldn't hide the tremors, she saw his hand shaking as he reached for her. She grabbed his hand, her palm stinging as she gripped it tightly and slid forward.

'Grab onto me,' he said quietly, sliding closer and guiding her arms around his neck, carefully holding her waist. She groaned as he lifted her, her stomach churning and her head spinning. She was practically dead weight in his arms as he cradled her, lowering her to the floor.

'Noah, I think I'm going to pass out,' she told him, her grip faltering.

'It's alright,' he soothed. 'It's okay, I've got you.'

He laid her in the middle of the room, trying to make sure there was space for the paramedics to help her. Her back met the cool tile, her head falling back as she squeezed her eyes shut.

'Am I going to die?' she asked weakly, scared of the answer.

'Not if I can do anything about it,' he told her, shifting to her side. He yanked a towel off the rack behind him and rolled it up, placing it under her head as a pillow.

'I know you said don't freak out, but I'm freaking out.' Her eyes opened, looking up at him. Her pupils were saucers, wide and full of fear. He could see her breathing stutter, and he grabbed for her hand.

'Don't, it's gonna be alright, the ambulance will be here any minute, and they'll know what to do,' he told her, squeezing her fingers. With his other hand, he placed the bloody towel over the wound and pressed it carefully, trying to apply pressure around the injury without pushing on whatever the object was.

His hand shook in hers, fearing the worst. She was almost white. He could feel her heartbeat beneath the towel. It was terrifyingly fast, he knew he had to calm her down somehow. The blood was soaking through the towel quicker than he anticipated, and he didn't know what to do.

Y/N coughed, crying out as the spasm pushed the wound against Noah's hand. He grimaced, 'Talk to me, tell me how you feel.'

'I feel dizzy,' she told him, her grip on his hand slowly loosening. 'It's hard to breathe.'

'I mean, I am pushing on your chest,' he reminded her, trying to keep his tone light. 'That would make it hard to breathe.'

Y/N pursed her lips, looking up at him again.

'Noah, if I die-'

'You're not going to die. I'm not going to let you,' he cut her off. 'You're going to be fine.'

'How can you be so sure?' she asked, tears dribbling down her cheeks. 'You're shaking, which means you're scared. I know that means there's something you're not telling me...'

Noah shook his head. 'I'm scared, yeah. But that doesn't mean you're going to die. I told you, I'm not going to let that happen.'

'But if I do-'

'You won't-' Noah said, trying to fight her.

'Noah, please,' she begged.

Noah closed his eyes, shaking his head. 'No-,'

'I still love you, okay? I need you to know that,' She blurted out, holding his hand as tight as she could manage. 'You know that, right?'

Noah pursed his lips, his stomach dropped and his heart stopped. He finally paused, looking at her without his haze of adrenaline.

Her skin was pale and covered in a sheen of sweat, and the room looked like a murder scene. She had lost a lot of blood. The fear in her eyes made his stomach twist. He could feel her bleeding into his hand, the towel heavy as it squelched between his fingers. The gash on her leg still dripped on the floor, albeit slowly.

This was the woman he had once loved, the same one he swore he would sell his soul to keep safe so many years ago. And now he wasn't sure he could.

There was a chance this was it.

Did he really want her to die thinking he hated her?

'Yeah, baby, I know,' he whispered, nodding and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 'Just stay with me, okay? I've got you, and we're gonna get through this. We can talk about all of this later.'

The doorbell finally rang, telling them that the ambulance had arrived. Noah looked down at Y/N, seeing tears spilling over as she tried to keep it together. It broke his heart to leave her there. He prayed he would be fast enough.

'I promise, I will be right back,' he told her, squeezing her hand and kissing her knuckles again. 'I'm gonna go and get them and we're gonna get you out of here, alright?'

'Okay,' she nodded, anxiously releasing his hand. The way her fingers trembled made him sick.

'Hold the towel on it, it'll help.'

His voice was thick, swallowing hard as he guided her hand to the towel, helping her hold it in place before he stood and rushed from the room.

He ran down the stairs, turning on every light switch he passed. His stomach churned as he saw the bloodstains on the carpet. He forced his feet to move as fast as they could, racing for the front door and opening it quickly.

'Hi,' the taller paramedic said warmly. He looked to be in his forties. His cropped hair was starting to turn grey and his smile crinkled his eyes. Noah wasted no time on pleasantries.

'Upstairs bathroom,' he told the man, panting, 'it's bad. There's something in her chest, we don't know what.'

'On it,' the man said, immediately becoming all business.

'I'll get the gurney and the trauma kit, you go straight up,' the other younger paramedic said. Her long brown hair swished behind her in a braid as she turned on her heel, rushing back to the ambulance.

'Lead the way,' the man said. Noah nodded, rushing back the way he came. Their steps thundered up the stairs as Noah darted around the corner with the paramedic in tow.

As they entered the bathroom, Noah could see Y/N struggling to breathe. The sheen of sweat had become droplets, and her eyes were starting to close.

'Hey,' Noah said quickly, dropping to his knees by her head, 'it's okay, I'm here, I'm back.'

'Hey, Y/N, was it?' The medic asked her calmly, kneeling by her side where she held the towel.

'Yeah,' she gasped, her right hand reaching for Noah's. Noah grabbed it, squeezing reassuringly.

'Y/N, I'm James, my partner Kate is bringing the gurney in so we can get you to the hospital, but first things first, we need to have a look at you. Can I lift your shirt up?' He asked, gently lifting her left hand away from her ribs.

Y/N nodded weakly, letting him expose her rib and inspect the wound.

'Oh wow, that can't feel good,' he said lightheartedly. 'It's definitely not the worst I've seen though. We'll have to get a scan to see how deep this thing is, but lucky for you it doesn't look like it's in your lung, otherwise we'd be seeing some spray every time you breathe.'

'Okay,' she nodded, her head falling back and resting on Noah's legs.

'It's gonna be okay, baby,' Noah assured her.

'You've had a bit of an ordeal tonight, haven't you?' James said, looking over her. 'Some nice scrapes, a bit of a gash on your leg, I hate to imagine what the other guy looks like.'

'I think I broke his nose,' Y/N coughed. 'He tried to drag me off the fence, but I kicked him and there was a decent crunch.'

'We might let hospitals in the area know to keep an eye out for anyone with that kind of injury, it'll help us find the guy. I'm just going to put some stickers on you, alright? Just so we can see how everything inside is doing.'

Y/N nodded tiredly, letting James get to work. He applied the ECG stickers over her body, attaching cables to them and hooking them up to the machine he had carried in. A soft beep told him that the machine was reading her heartbeat, and James didn't hide his concern very well.

Another set of footsteps approached the bathroom, and the female EMT entered with a crate in hand.

'Oh wow, we've had some fun in here haven't we?' She said, looking at the blood smeared across the floor.

The medics began to call instructions to each other, getting to work on stabilising Y/N for transport.

'Pulse is high, we're looking at stage two hypovolemic shock. Get fluids going and wrap the leg. Can you radio for police? They're probably going to want photos of all of this for evidence.'

'I have cameras,' Noah said, 'I can see if there's any footage of them chasing her?'

'That would be great, the more evidence we have, the easier it'll be to nail these guys when we find them,' Kate said as she set up an IV in Y/N's free hand.

While James stabilised the chest wound, Kate wrapped Y/N's leg tightly. Noah kept Y/N's hand tightly in his, stroking her hair with his other hand.

'Hey Y/N, I need you to talk to me, how are you doing?' James asked.

'Not so great,' she murmured.

'How so? Talk me through it,' he said warmly.

'I feel like I'm gonna be sick, or pass out, I don't know...'

Noah felt her hand loosening it's grip. 'Hey, you need to stay awake, come on.'

'He's right, Y/N,' Kate called out. 'Come on, keep talking to us. Tell me something, what were you doing before all of this?'

'I was...' Y/N mumbled, 'uhh, I was out with friends...'

James and Kate exhanged glances, James pointed at the screen of the machine hooked up to her heart.

'We need to move,' James said softly. 'Stage three, not two.'

'What does that mean?' Noah asked, his throat tight.

Kate scrambled off her knees, darting to the door and grabbing a large board that she had left outside the room. 'It means she's lost a lot more blood than we thought.'

Kate laid the board beside Y/N and James began to move.

'Alright, I'm gonna need you to step back while we move her. Go and grab a shirt, son,' James said, eyeing Noah sympathetically.

Noah nodded, moving carefully and laying Y/N's head down on the tile. 'I'll be right back, okay? I promise.'

Y/N nodded weakly, still gasping for breath. She tried to squeeze his hand, her fingers barely twitching.

Y/N watched him leave the room, her eyelids low and her ears ringing. She could see him look back at her with tears in his eyes. He didn't hide his fear well.

'I don't feel so hot,' she murmured.

'It's okay, just stay with me, alright?' James told her.

Y/N wanted to. She knew she should, but she couldn't fight the exhaustion. Her eyes rolled back as her breaths staggered. It was quick, and it was painless.

Then there was nothing. Just quiet.

***

The ambulance couldn't go fast enough. It killed Noah to sit quietly. His fingernails dug into his arms as he watched her breathing.

He had returned to the bathroom to find the paramedics performing CPR.

Y/N's eyes were open, staring up at the roof but seeing nothing. That image would haunt him forever.

It took them what felt like an eternity to get her back, and even then, she wasn't stable. They chose to take the risk and move her rather than continue trying to stabilise, lest they lose her again.

Noah was numb, barely able to register the noise and the chaos. Kate and James called back and forth to each other while Kate continued working to save Y/N and James drove.

All Noah could do was watch Y/N's chest, making sure she was still breathing.

He had no idea what the words that the paramedics were saying meant. He understood that Y/N's pulse was weak, and that was it.

But she had a pulse. She was still alive. That's what mattered.

Everything around him was a blur. He wanted to scream. Tears trickled down his cheeks as the ambulance pulled into the parking bay, James and Kate throwing themselves into action again.

A team of people in scrubs greeted them as the back doors of the van were thrown open. They wasted no time in getting her out and into the hospital.

'Stab wound in the left chest region, foreign body still in the wound,' James said to one of the doctors. 'Bleeding heavily, lost pulse approximately fifteen minutes ago, CPR was successful. We're looking at class three hypovolemic shock. We've pushed fluids, but we've done all we can.'

Noah clambered out of the ambulance, trying to follow them. They wheeled her through a series of doors, the bright lights almost blinding him as he followed the crowd.

Kate was the one to stop him.

'Noah, she's going straight into surgery. You know you can't follow her,' she said sadly.

'I promised her she would be okay,' he said, watching them rush her down the hall towards a set of large grey doors.

'And she will be. She's in the best possible hands,' Kate assured him. 'We did our best, now it's their turn. But you're going to have to get comfortable, you're in for a long night.'

He looked at the shorter woman, seeing the sympathy on her face. There was nothing else he could do now.

'What do I do?' He asked quietly.

'The first thing you should do is wash your hands. Then maybe find something to eat or drink, it'll make a world of difference,' she told him, pointing out the closest bathroom.

He nodded slowly, thanking her and numbly following her directions. He barely registered entering the bathroom or locking the door. Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt sick.

His chest was smeared with dried blood, the colour almost brown now. His hands looked the same. With all of his tattoos, the untrained eye probably wouldn't notice, but he did. It was all over him. He looked like he had been the one attacked.

He stepped over to the sink, turning it on high and shoving his hands under the freezing stream, barely noticing the numbing cold.

He spent what felt like hours wetting paper towels and scrubbing the blood off. Soap did little to help, at this point it was flaking off like dried paint. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it all off. Little flecks stuck to his skin, taunting him.

His breath hitched in his throat as her face flashed through his mind again. Her wide eyes, her failing grip...

His hands gripped the edge of the sink, holding himself up while he tried to hold himself together. This wasn't how he had wanted things to go.

He had dreamed of seeing her again, of being able to clear the air with her. He never wanted anything to happen to her, no matter how mad he had been. He felt abandoned by her, but over the years he had come to terms with his part in the way things had ended.

A part of him felt responsible. After all the horrible things he had said in the heat of the moment, the things he had said when he was mad about her leaving...

He wished he could take it all back. His heart squeezed, feeling like it was being torn out of his chest. His lip curled back over his clenched teeth, trying to hold back the guttural scream that begged to rip through his body.

Tears dripped from his face, hitting the porcelain sink with a quiet thud. He released the sink from his white knuckled grip, stepping back and leaning against the wall.

Silently, he prayed to whatever deity that was listening. He prayed for her survival, pleading with invisible forces to keep her safe. She deserved better than to die like this.

'Please,' he whispered, his voice cracking as he choked back a sob. 'Please don't let her die.'

Noah slid down the wall slowly, pulling his legs up to his chest and digging his nails into his shins.

There was so much he wanted to say to her. So many things he wanted to apologise for and so many things he needed to make right. Her words echoed over and over in his mind. Her gasping voice, the shuddering breaths as she gripped his hand, her grip growing weaker...

"I still love you... I need you to know that..."

'I never stopped either.'

***

She looked like hell. The bruises had finally formed into a sickly purple colour, blooming across her legs and stomach. Her leg and her hands were tightly bandaged, dressings covered the wound on her chest.

She had been lucky. The object in her chest had been the blade of a push knife. Somehow it snapped off its handle, lodging between two of her ribs. Every movement had torn her up more, and dragging herself over the fence had driven it in deep.

The surgery took hours, most of which Noah had spent sitting on the floor as close to the OR doors as he could get. His wrists were almost raw from wringing them with anxiety, and his chest still hurt from how hard his heart had been pounding all night.

Now, he sat by her bedside and watched her breathe. The IV above her bed trickled antibiotics into her system, and leads and cables ran in organised chaos up to the machine that monitored her vital signs.

Y/N's skin was still pale, but her fingertips and lips weren't blue anymore. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, adding to the sunken look of her face. A cannula was taped to her face, helping her breathe. She looked like shit, to put it lightly.

The police had come through a couple of times to see if she was awake and take her statement, leaving a card with Noah to call them when she finally woke up. They had already found the guys who did it to her. If she hadn't kicked one of them, they may have gotten away with it.

The idiots ended up at the same hospital as her. They came in, one of them with a few facial fractures, and the police picked them up.

That didn't mean Noah was going to leave though. From the moment she was put in a bed, he stayed by her side waiting for her to wake up. He sat for hours, his back aching from the awful chair and his legs going numb. He wanted to hold her hand, but he wasn't sure if he should. She looked so fragile that he worried he would only hurt her more.

It wasn't until the sun set on LA again that she finally woke up.

'I can feel you staring,' she said quietly, her eyes staying closed.

Noah swallowed the gasp that wanted to come out. He forced a chuckle, picking at his fingernails again. 'Sorry,' was all he could manage to say. 'How are you feeling?'

'Like I got stabbed,' she said with a sour laugh, gritting her teeth when she laughed. Her hand slowly moved to her ribs, her fingertips feeling around for the wound.

'It was a push knife. The idiot still had the handle in his pocket when they arrested him. He must have stabbed you before you even ran from them,' Noah said, looking up at her. Her eyes were open, staring back at him with a look of disbelief that made his stomach twist.

'Why did you stay?' she asked. 'You could have gone home.'

Noah shook his head, swallowing hard and looking down at his fingers again. Her blood still coloured his cuticles, trapped in the tiny creases of his skin and under his nails.

'Not after that. I couldn't...' he said, his breath hitching in his throat.

'Just say it, I know you're thinking it,' she told him, her weak voice teasing him slightly.

Noah took a deep breath. He couldn't look at her, he was too scared of her answer. 'Did you mean it? Or did you just say it because you thought you were going to die?'

'Did you mean it when you called me "Baby"?' she shot back. Her tone was sharper than it was meant to be. She saw him shrink on himself, kicking herself for the way she was handling it.

Noah didn't respond, instead chewing on his lip.

Y/N sighed softly. 'Yes, okay? I meant it. But I can't be in that position again. I can't watch you waste your life with whisky and weed and pretend to be okay with it. Last night hurt less than quarantine did.'

'I'm sorry. And you're right,' he said, finally looking up at her. 'I pushed you away. I felt like I was only going to drag you down or be an obstacle for you, I felt like I was getting in the way of your goals. You kept taking a back seat to the band and I knew you were miserable, so I pushed you out. I was wrong, and I regret it every day.'

She swallowed, nodding slowly. Her eyes drifted down to his hands, seeing the blood under his fingernails. His fingers were red, he had picked his skin raw and the sight drove a pang of guilt into her stomach.

'I appreciate your apology,' she said, 'and I appreciate you being there for me last night, but I don't know what to do from here.'

He nodded, breathing deeply. 'For what it's worth, I've been sober for three years. I gave it all away, I hated who I was becoming.'

Her head cocked and her eyebrows raised, looking at him in disbelief. 'Seriously?'

'Yeah. When I realised you weren't coming back, I knew I'd fucked up. I found myself striving to be someone you'd be proud of.'

'I was always proud of you, Noah. I just couldn't watch you self destruct out of boredom when I was right there to help you.'

'I know that now,' he told her, knitting his fingers together. 'Believe me, I know, and I'm so fucking sorry.'

With a sad smile, Y/N patted the bed, offering for him to come and sit by her. Noah's lip twitched as he stood, cautiously shifting onto the bed. He sat by her hip, facing her. She gingerly took his hand, wishing the bandages on her hands were gone.

'So what do you want?' She said, looking up at him.

'What do you mean?'

'I mean, if you could have it your way, where would this go?' she asked. 'Clearly there's something that you want.'

Noah paused, searching her eyes. He remembered the last time she looked at him this way. The night she left, she looked at him with desperation like this. Begging him to tell her to stay, pleading him to say he didn't mean it, that he still wanted her...

His stomach twisted as he took her hand between his, his eyes misting over.

'I want you to come home,' he told her quietly, staring at their entwined fingers. 'I've wanted you to come home since you left. I never should have let you walk out that door.'

'So why did you?' Y/N asked, her throat closing around her words. 'I gave you so many chances to stop me, and you let me go.'

'Because I was an idiot, and I'll never forgive myself for that.' He paused, shaking his head. 'If I had fought for you maybe this wouldn't have happened.'

'Hey, don't go there,' she told him, instinctively reaching for his face. Her fingers trailed across his cheek. Noah saw the number on the screen rise as her pulse sped up, his heart matching hers as it fluttered in his chest.

They sat frozen for a moment, their eyes locked. Her eyes were brimmed with tears, her lips parted. Her fingers began to retreat from his skin, but Noah's hand rose to cover hers, holding it to his face.

'Please, don't let go,' he whispered, leaning into her touch.

Y/N forced a deep breath, her throat tightening. The tears dribbled over, running down her face as she watched him. His eyes closed for a moment, letting himself linger in her touch.

'Give me a reason not to,' she said quietly, begging him.

Noah's eyes opened, his bloodshot hazel eyes staring deep into hers and his lip quivering.

'Because I still love you.'

He gently took her hand from his face, holding it over his heart. She could feel his pulse hammering against his chest, even through his shirt and the bandages.

'I can't promise it'll be perfect,' he told her, 'but I can promise that it'll never be the way that it was. We might fight, we might have days where we hate each other, but I promise you that no matter what I will always love you. At the end of the day, I will always come back to you. I can promise that you'll never be alone again.'

She pursed her lips, sniffing back tears. 'That's all I ever wanted from you,' she whimpered.

'And I'm sorry that it took me so long to see it.' He lifted his other hand to her cheek, wiping a tear from her face. 'Please, come home baby.'

'You know it's going to be hard, right? You're going to have to help me a lot for a while...'

'And I'll do it with a smile on my face,' he chuckled morosely. 'Anything is better than not having you.'

Y/N smirked weakly at him, squeezing his fingers. 'You know, I have an apartment that I can't just get rid of, I'm most of the way through a lease-'

'Oh my god,' he chuckled, 'you're really making me fight you right now?'

'Show me how bad you want me back,' she said with a tired smile.

With a smirk, he leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to hers. Her hand returned to his cheek and his fingers tilted her chin up. Their lips melded together like long lost puzzle pieces. Warmth bloomed in Noah's stomach at the feeling of her against him.

'Whatever you want, it's yours. I'll tattoo your name on my face, or write songs about you, or quit the damn band,' he whispered, his face hovering above hers, 'is that bad enough?'

'How about you just kiss me again and we'll call it even?' Y/N breathed, her stomach flipping as his eyes lit up. His grin made her heart flutter, the screen above the bed giving away her feelings.

Noah chuckled, kissing her again. He was careful not to hurt her, but years of longing poured into the kiss. Her fingers tangled into his hair, melting into him.

'I love you, so fucking much,' she said softly between kisses.

'I love you more.'

***

EPILOGUE

Her rasping, staggered breaths echoed in his ears. Her grip, once tight, slowly weakened; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake her.

The crimson pools dribbled from her body, the vicious wounds marring her skin as she laid on the stark white tile.

'Noah,' she whimpered, her eyes wide. Her body spasmed, shaking violently as she bled out.

'No, please. Stay with me,' he begged, 'stay with me baby, I've got you.'

The terror in her eyes made Noah sick. He wanted to stop it, to fix it, but he couldn't.

Instead he was forced to watch her die. Again.

She choked on her breath as her eyes glassed over. Any strength in her fingers faded, her hand falling slowly from his and landing in the pool of blood with a sickening splash.

'No,' Noah cried, 'no, Y/N, please! Come back! Y/N!'

A gentle hand on his shoulder began to drag him back, leaving her dead on the floor. He screamed, thrashing against the new hand's grip.

'No! No, please! Help her!'

'Noah!' A voice called to him. 'Noah, come on baby.'

His eyes flew open as he sat bolt upright in the bed. Droplets of sweat covered his body and his chest heaved as he stared into the darkness. His heart pounded in his chest, the blood pumping in his ears and almost drowning out the soft voice in the room.

His eyes adjusted quickly, searching for the source of the sound. Y/N sat to his side, her hand gingerly on his shoulder.

'Hey, it's okay,' she soothed, 'it was just a nightmare, baby. It's alright.'

He panted as he stared at her in the darkness. She was okay, there was no blood, no wounds. Noah wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest. Her arms locked around him, her fingers running through his hair gently while he trembled.

'You're okay,' he breathed, 'thank god, you're okay.' He forced himself to breathe deeply, letting her fill his senses. Her soft breath in his ear, her fingers in his hair, her sweet smell...

'I'm alright, baby. It was just a bad dream,' she assured him. 'It's over now.'

Noah nodded tensely, nosing into her neck and closing his eyes. It had been six months and the memories were only just starting to fade. The scars on her skin had faded to a deep pink, and one day they would turn white. She still covered them, struggling to look at them, but he could feel the lump of scar tissue on her chest as he held her close.

'I'm sorry,' he said quietly, 'It was so real. For a second, you were gone again...' His eyes fell to the scar on her ribs. He could see it peeking out of the side of the oversized singlet she had stolen from him. She slept better wearing his shirt, and he wasn't going to deny her that comfort.

Y/N pulled back, shaking her head and taking his face in her hands. 'Noah, baby, look at me. It wasn't real, I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere, okay? I promise.'

She ran her thumbs lightly across his cheeks, his hands moving to hold her wrists. In the dim light of the moon, she could see the tears in his eyes as the terror faded away.

'I love you,' she said, locking her eyes with his. 'Take a deep breath for me.'

Noah did as she asked, breathing in through his nose and exhaling heavily out his mouth. Y/N released his face, sliding her hands into his and squeezing gently. She lifted one to her lips and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

'I love you,' she said again.

'I love you more,' he told her, lifting her other hand to his heart and resting his forehead on hers.

'Enough to fight for me?'

'Always.'

[little-worm-grant]

Spicy Marc: Need You

Marc Spector x You (Fem!Reader)

662 words / 18+ only, no minors

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Summary: What if Marc had you pinned down and could do whatever he wanted? He's obsessed with you and seems to have only one goal on his mind; getting you off.

Notes: It's just smut to feed the gremlins - it's me, am gremlins.

Warnings: Soft dom Marc kind of, established relationship, teasing, marking, hair pulling, fluff/praise, masturbation, vaginal fingering, edging, orgasm delay.

“You looked like this in a dream I once had. You were beautiful in that too.”

“You’re not the only one that’s dreamed about this.”

You breathe back raggedly. Laid back with him holding you down. His hand pressing into yours.

“Oh?” he lit up. A thrill in knowing he was on your mind. He looked like he wanted to ask about it. He'd need to hear that story some other time. His other hand already sliding down into your underwear as a reward.

Maybe that’s why he left some marks along your neck. Liked the way you squirmed against his thigh between your legs. Liked the way you reacted to him holding your jaw. Liked knowing you were his. You could have playfully swatted him away at any point, but you didn’t. Trusted him to take care of you like he’d promised.

His fingers felt nice stroking over your fluttering cunt, finding them coated in your slick in no time at all. It made his mouth water and dry all at the same time. Your other hand squeezed his as he held it. Little moments of affection. Fingers entwined, squeezing back. Letting you know he was right there with you. Keeping you close to him.

He moved his thumb in a slow back-and-forth motion experimentally over your clit. Enjoying the way your hips rocked to chase the friction. Deep in your heat his middle finger felt the way you twitched and throbbed. Almost begging for more. Crawling up to that cascading bliss.

Your hand found its way into his hair. Tugging him down towards you. Marc hissed a groan and chuckled breathily. You buried your face into his shoulder. Marc tilted his head to press the side of his head into yours. All the moans and whimpers you tried to muffle were music to his ears.

He introduced a second finger to stroke you from the inside out. Thumb picking up pace to see your reaction. Breathing stuttering and his rhythm stumbling when he felt your hand stroke up against his tented boxers. His hand squeezed against yours. Slowing his rhythm so he could concentrate on bringing his head back to look at you. Your stammered words. His name. Almost like a prayer. He was thinking the same thing about your name. Marc could drown in that look you gave him.

“Yeah. That’s it. It's- fuck.” His brain frazzled out as he searched for the words to tell you how perfect this was. Giving up and dipping in to kiss you instead.

“I’m all yours, baby.”

Keeping his mouth pressed on yours. Wanting to swallow any noises you made. His fingers picked the pace up again. Finding that rhythm that you seemed to love. His own body betrayed him with his hips rolling to push himself into your hand. Desperate for any contact you’d give him. A groan against your needy little moans.

He whispered against your lips.

“Getting closer hm? I can tell. Soon. You have no idea how good you feel. Hold it for me.”

He talked you through it. Leaning back to try and read your face when it was too much. Memorizing this moment of you fucking yourself on his fingers.

"Look at you," He'd coo. "Such a good girl." He'd smirk watching you tremble. He’d gently thrust with his wrist and rocked his thumb over your swollen clit in quick succession. His hand held yours tight, grounding you like it was your only lifeline.

“You’re doing so good. I got you. You can let go.”

His hand kept repeating the same motions waiting to feel you lose control of your body. Slowing down the pace and easing up completely off your clit. He peppered more kisses against your lips as you danced somewhere on the moon. Fingers coming up to his lips to clean and give you a moment to recover. The night wasn't over yet for you. Far from it. Marc was just getting started.

[pinguwrites]

A Daughter’s Duty | Cillian Murphy

Pairing -> dark!cillian murphy x stepdaughter!reader

Summary -> You’re stepfather has made a habit of sneaking into your room at night to use you, even when you don’t want it.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: NON-CON, DARK!!, stepfather!cillian, age-gap (reader’s 18+, Cillian’s early 40s), Cillian’s manipulative and lowkey sexist and just overall disgusting, stepdaughter!reader, reader’s innocent, p in v sex, ddlg kink, use of daddy/little girl nickname, mention of periods, implied reader’s mother is neglectful, I got this idea off a porn video lol, mention of porn

Disclaimer: This is not a reflection of Cillian Murphy's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to harm him or his family in any way. DNI if you're a Yvonne hater. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

A/N: Probably gonna make a part two of the first time they did it 🤭 which I guess will be called part one lol

“You awake?” your stepfather, Cillian Murphy, asked, lightly knocking. Your bedroom door was slightly open, and before you could even answer, he pushed it to the side, walked in, and turned the lock.

“Mhm.” You put aside your schoolwork and turned off the desk lamp. You immediately went to Cillian, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest. He was warm, like always, and he immediately put his hands on your back, rubbing up and down in a soothing manner.

“Feeling alright? I know you just had your period,” he said, lifting your chin up. You noticed a dark look in his eyes, but you ignored it. “Do you need anything? Snacks? Heating pad? Massage?”

You shook your head. “Could we just cuddle?”

Your mother hated it when you two were close like this, despite the fact that she never tried to be affectionate with you. She was out now, however, partying at some friend’s house, so it’s not like she would know.

Cillian nodded and lifted you up, placing you down on the bed. He covered both of you with the blanket and started peppering sweet kisses on your face and down your neck.

“Little girl,” he cooed. “How did I get so lucky?”

You giggled. “How did I get so lucky?” you said in response, resting your head on his shoulder, when you noticed his fingers circling your clit through your panties. “Daddy, not now.”

He didn’t listen, and continued brushing his fingers against your clothing.

“I don’t feel like it,” you protested, trying to close your legs. “Can we do it later?”

Cillian still didn’t say anything. He crawled on top of you and planted a hot and heavy kiss on your lips, forcing his tongue inside, his hands slipping under your bra.

“Mmph!”

You didn’t struggle, knowing that your stepfather would never hurt you, but you did feel uncomfortable. Your pussy was starting to get a little hot, but even as your body reacted positively, your mind was still frazzled.

Cillian pulled away, a string of saliva attaching you both, until it broke.

He pinched your nipples through the bra and pulled on them, waiting for them to go hard. “Daddy!”

“Shh,” he murmured, leaning in to suck on your breasts. He licked them until he was satisfied, cupping them in his hands, leaving your bra with wet spots. It clung to your skin.

It did felt good. It always felt good, but it wasn’t about that. It was sweet, but it felt forced. Cillian had never forced you like this before.

“You just said you were feeling well,” he said, looking deep into your eyes. “You’ll like it. I’ll make sure.”

Cillian rubbed his clothed cock it between your legs, humping you like a horny animal. He let out quiet noises, holding you in place. Eventually, your panty got too wet, so he ripped it off, took off his own clothing, keeping his shirt on, and started grinding skin to skin.

“Yes,” he breathed out, sliding his fat cock through your folds. “So wet, such a pretty pussy.”

You whimpered. “Daddy, not now—”

“—Take off that damn shirt,” he growled. “Show me those tits.”

You hurriedly pulled your bra up, your breasts spilling out with a bounce that held Cillian captivated.

“Slap them for me,” he ordered. He held the tip of his cock and vibrated it on your clit, making you shudder in pleasure.

You did as he asked, trying your best to focus. As you tweaked and hit and played with your breasts, he watched, praising you, telling you what a good girl you were.

“You don’t do this for any other man, okay?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Cillian smiled sweetly at your response.

He positioned himself, pressing his body close to yours, your legs up and bent over his. You couldn’t move, all you could was push your hands up against his chest.

“Daddy, please, no.”

Cillian started thrusting. It wasn’t a very fast pace, but it wasn’t slow either. It had a rhythm, one he made sure got him as deep inside of you as he could.

He grunted. “So fucking tight. Need’a do this more often.”

You moaned, arching your back, a reaction you couldn’t help. “How often?”

“Every day.”

You stared at him, not sure what to think.

“Ah, I know. I know I said only once a week, but you know how Daddy gets. Remember what I said about men?”

You nodded. The first time he’d done this, he had sat you down. He told you that you needed to be taught about pleasure, and all things grown-up now that you were ready. He explained to you how men needed to fuck often, that it was a primal instinct, and that for him, you were the one he needed. He showed you how to suck his cock, how it felt like to be sucked in return — he even showed you porn.

It was a topic you had known little about. It was all so exciting and knew, and he made you feel safe and comfortable.

Well, except for now. You were rather uneasy as he pressed his body weight onto you, as his cock — that you always whined was too big — pushed in and out of you, stretching your walls, filling you up until you weren’t sure there was and space left.

“Ngh, y-you’re raping me, daddy,” you whimpered.

Cillian huffed, almost amused. He stopped thrusting, only for a moment, then he pushed his cock as deep inside of you as he could. You cried out, but he was too focused on the feeling of your walls clenching to notice.

“Ah!”

“Daddy’s raping you, hmm?”

“Yes!” you squeaked out, pushing your hands up against his chest. You were starting to feel a little sore.

“Where’d you learn such a big word like that?”

You didn’t answer, just kept struggling against him.

“Mmm, love it when you squirm like this,” he moaned in your ear. He grabbed your hands and put them to the side, only to completely drape his body over yours and let go.

You tried to push him off, but all you could reach was his back, and it was futile. A warm feeling coiled up in your lower stomach, and you knew you were about to cum.

“Come whenever you feel like, princess,” Cillian said, your pussy fluttering around his cock. “I’m not stopping till I feel like it.”

It wasn’t that it was hurting. It was just that you didn’t want it, at least a few minutes ago. Why couldn’t he understand?

“I know you don’t like it sometimes, but it’s your responsibility to please me. Just like it’s my responsibly to please you. You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

You could feel your pussy heating up even more, that familiar feeling slowly building up.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me.”

Your heart warmed at his words, despite how taken advantage of you were feeling.

“Daddy — please, ungh.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, “fuck, fuck.”

You both came around the same time. He took out his cock and held it by your face, his white cream spilling out on your lips, dribbling down your chin. Your own dripped down to the bedsheets. The ecstasy made you dizzy, but the good kind, and only for a moment.

“There ya go, sweetheart.”

Cillian wrapped you up in his arms. He rubbed his nose against yours, and then kissed it, his beautiful blue eyes filled with love and adoration.

“You liked that?”

“. . . I asked you to stop,” you mumbled, looking away.

Cillian sighed. It was one of disappointment, which made you feel like shriveling on the inside.

“But you liked it.” He ran his thumb across your cum-stained lips. “I would never have done it if hurt you. There was no pain, was there?”

“No,” you admitted.

“See?” Cillian paused for a moment, then chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “I would eat you out, but I have a feeling you’d say no.”

You glared, but to him it was adorable, not menacing.

“Alright, alright. How about we go downstairs and watch a movie? One of those princess ones?”

A smile made its way onto your face, though you tried to hide it. You were still upset.

“Fine.”

“Good girl,” he said, lowering his tone. He picked you up and held you bridal style. “But first, let’s clean you up, yeah?” He swiped a bit of his cum from your skin. “Can’t have you on the couch covered with this.”

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[angelicsoka]

TWO WORLDS, j. drysdale

part one <3

word count | 0.8k

pairings | jamie drysdale x single mother!hughes!reader

summary | jamie finally meets the reader’s daughter, isla, and he has just the right thing to prove him worthy of her trust

warnings | not proofread. one use of “y/n”. lowercase intended. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.

a/n | here’s part two to blind date! i cant wait to write more of jamie and isla, because they are literally so cute!!!

being a single mother and dating was never something you thought would work well together. well, that was until you met jamie drysdale. he had accepted from the first date that your daughter, isla, always came first. he had also accepted that it would take time for him to finally be introduced to isla, and he fully understood. he anticipated the day he would meet the little girl who your entire world revolved around. after about a month and a half of dating, you had finally decided it was time for your love to meet your baby girl.

jamie anxiously paced his shared apartment with trevor, mumbling to himself as he did so. trevor watched him from the couch, a small smile working its way onto his face. “jamie, dude, relax.” jamie glared at trevor before settling down on the couch beside him.

“z, what if she doesn’t like me?” jamie finally voiced his worries, trevor starting to laugh until he realized jamie was serious. “i really like y/n, and i really don’t want to mess this up.”

“isla will love you! i mean she adores me.” trevor tried to ease jamie’s nerves, but it didn’t do much. “look, if there is anyway to isla’s heart it’s frozen. the kid’s obsessed with it, i mean she literally had a frozen themed birthday party! if you want her to like you, you gotta listen to her talk about it. and trust me, she will talk about it.” jamie listened intently, a plan forming in his head.

a buzzing noise rang through your apartment as you rushed to the door to let jamie in. as he made his way up, you ran around, attempting to clean up the mess isla had decide to make just as jamie had text that he was on his way. “isla! dinner’s almost ready.” jamie knocked on your door, a smile creeping onto his face at the frazzled look on your face.

“hey, baby.” you smiled, kissing him lightly. “sorry for the mess. she found out you were coming over and got very excited.” jamie laughed as you let him in the apartment, taking the pizzas from his hands. “she just couldn't find the perfect dress to wear.” jamie looked around the homey apartment, toys scattered about. he walked further in, hands nervously tugging at the straps of his bag, taking in the comfort that was your apartment; he already felt at home.

“momma?” a voice spoke from down the hallway, a toddler appearing moments later. she had her thumb in her mouth, clearly nervous as she waddled toward you.

“hey, baby doll, there's someone i want you to meet.” you picked her up, walking over to jamie. “jamie meet my daughter, isla. isla, baby, this is mommy’s friend jamie!” jamie smiled kindly at the toddler, who buried her face in your neck as she smiled softly. “can you say hi, isla?”

“hi…” she spoke quietly, almost inaudible, taking a quick glance at jamie. 

“hi, isla, your momma’s told me a lot about you.” isla giggled softly at that, a smile building its way up to her face. “in fact, she told me about your favorite thing in the whole world: frozen.” jamie pulled his bag from off his shoulder, digging around until he found what he was looking for. he pulled out a two-pack doll set, which held elsa and anna, isla’s eyes widening when she saw it. she began to wiggle to get out of your arms, excitement in her eyes. “so, i got you this.” you put isla down, who made her way over to jamie, excited but still slightly cautious. 

you looked at jamie, shocked by his action. you knew he was nervous and wanted to impress her, but you hadn’t expected him to buy a thirty dollar toy for the first time he was going to be meeting her. “isla, love, what do you say?”

“thanks, ‘aime!” you smiled at your daughter as she hugged jamie’s legs, too quick for jamie to reciprocate. she took the toy, giving him a toothy smile before waddling off. 

“baby, why don’t we play with that after we eat, okay?” this seemed to frustrate isla, but she set the toy down nonetheless, taking the hand you offered. “you want to cheese or pepperoni?” 

“cheese.” she said, accepting the plate that held her slice of pizza on it.

“we’ll eat on the couch tonight, okay? we can watch a movie too.”

“frozen!” you laughed, looking to jamie who had been watching the two of you with love and awe. he snapped out of it, absentmindedly agreeing. “‘ome on, we gotta watch together!” isla grabbed jamie’s hand, pulling him to the couch. he looked back, a huge smile on his lips. 

you proceeded to grab pizza for both you and jamie, walking to join them on the couch. you set the plates down, grabbing your phone to take a picture of the sight in front of you: jamie was cutting isla’s pizza into smaller pieces as she rambled on and on about something. 

you smiled as he looked up, giving his pretty smile. in that moment, everything was perfect. 

[puppy-steve]

it takes a village

originally written for @steddiemicrofic's november 2023 prompt: rest wc: 387 | cw: teenage parenthood (steve is 16, eddie is 17) another ficlet of my teen dads au that anon wanted more of!

wayne hears it before he's even out of the truck, and if he can hear it, then so can the rest of the trailer park, so he has to do something quick before he's got angry neighbors on his doorstep at seven in the morning.

forest hills is no stranger to babies, but everyone has their limits. wayne opens the front door with a wince as he's greeted with the ear piercing wails of his granddaughter. eddie and steve look like they're not fairing any better—steve is leaning on the counter with his head in his arms while a frazzled eddie desperately tries to calm his daughter's cries, pacing back and forth in the kitchen and patting her back, a burp rag thrown over his bare shoulder.

"she's been crying for hours, uncle wayne," eddie says, his voice cracking like he's gonna start crying at any second. "we've tried everything but we can't get her to stop."

steve lifts his head and looks just as desperate as eddie. "she's gonna cry herself sick but nothing's working."

wayne knows that it's killing them. they've made a fuss over every tiny noise this girl has made since bringing her home from the hospital a month ago, like all new parents do. but to be a new parent when you're only teenagers yourself? they deserve a little grace.

november is chilly and the december cold is right around the corner. wayne starts the bmw and lets it warm up as he gently takes the baby from eddie and puts her in her coat.

steve and eddie hover as he does this. understandable, since she's still squalling.

wayne sighs. "you boys need to rest, you look like you're gonna drop any second."

"but you just got off work-"

"no buts, son," wayne tells steve with a hand on his shoulder and a reassuring smile. "lord knows it takes a village. get some sleep."

eddie manages to convince him and after they both press kisses to their daughter's head, they slink back to their room to sleep for who knows how long.

wayne gets the baby in her car seat and pulls out of the drive, the music on a low volume. he huffs a laugh when the crying stops and she's asleep not even half a mile down the road.

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[werepuppy-steve]

it takes a village

@steddiemicrofic prompt: rest | wc: 387 | cw: teenage parenthood (steve is 16, eddie is 17)

i've been wanting to write my teen dads au for so long and never had any solid ideas for it, but here's something for it finally! i'm not sure if this baby is emma or not, or if i want to make an oc specifically for this verse

wayne hears it before he's even out of the truck, and if he can hear it, then so can the rest of the trailer park, so he has to do something quick before he's got angry neighbors on his doorstep at seven in the morning.

forest hills is no stranger to babies, but everyone has their limits. wayne opens the front door with a wince as he's greeted with the ear piercing wails of his granddaughter. eddie and steve look like they're not fairing any better—steve is leaning on the counter with his head in his arms while a frazzled eddie desperately tries to calm his daughter's cries, pacing back and forth in the kitchen and patting her back, a burp rag thrown over his bare shoulder.

"she's been crying for hours, uncle wayne," eddie says, his voice cracking like he's gonna start crying at any second. "we've tried everything but we can't get her to stop."

steve lifts his head and looks just as desperate as eddie. "she's gonna cry herself sick but nothing's working."

wayne knows that it's killing them. they've made a fuss over every tiny noise this girl has made since bringing her home from the hospital a month ago, like all new parents do. but to be a new parent when you're only teenagers yourself? they deserve a little grace.

november is chilly and the december cold is right around the corner. wayne starts the bmw and lets it warm up as he gently takes the baby from eddie and puts her in her coat.

steve and eddie hover as he does this. understandable, since she's still squalling.

wayne sighs. "you boys need to rest, you look like you're gonna drop any second."

"but you just got off work-"

"no buts, son," wayne tells steve with a hand on his shoulder and a reassuring smile. "lord knows it takes a village. get some sleep."

eddie manages to convince him and after they both press kisses to their daughter's head, they slink back to their room to sleep for who knows how long.

wayne gets the baby in her car seat and pulls out of the drive, the music on a low volume. he huffs a laugh when the crying stops and she's asleep not even half a mile down the road.

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Love After War

PAIRING: Female Reader x FATWS! Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: The mind has a way of playing tricks on you, images you thought to be real are just a figment of your past. But how to get back to the present?

WARNINGS: Angst, nightmares, PTSD, panic attack, cannon-level violence, torture, smidgen of fluff at the end

Word Count: 1239

A/N: soooooo this was supposed to be the start of my Febuwhump challenge but with the way my life is going right now I won't be able to finish all the prompts by the end of the month, BUT I will post the ones I have done, and I will keep working on some prompts as well but don't expect them to be in order at all.

Prompt: Helpless

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Divider by Rookthorne

The first thing Bucky realized as he came to was how incredibly cold he was. A shiver wracked his body, causing him to try and pull the flimsy material covering him closer to his skin as water poured down on him. Wait- water? He looked to find the source and realized he was in a shower. The cold water turned red as it ran across his body from all the blood there. Was it his or someone else's? Bucky couldn’t tell. 

“SOLDAT.” A voice boomed from behind, causing him to flinch aggressively. He knew that voice, it was one of his handlers, and by the sound of the rapidly approaching footsteps, he wasn’t happy.

“Poydem s nami, soldat. Dok khochet tebya videt'” The voice growled and Bucky froze. 

His frazzled mind still trying to work out where he was and what was going on. His hesitance must have been seen as resistance because the next thing he knew, a rifle butt was flying towards him. 

Confused, Bucky blocked it with his arm, the clash of metal reverberated around the room causing more handlers to pour in, each one with a gun all pointing in the same direction. His pulse was starting to quicken, and every muscle in his body tensed. 

He was so focused on what was going on in front of him that he didn’t notice the guard coming up behind him with a stun baton. The guard struck, causing Bucky to fall to his knees as he hissed in pain, the electric shock causing his arm to fall limp at his side he clutched the useless appendage in his right hand as he looked on in terror as they all started moving in on him. Two of the guards grabbed him and began to drag him out of the room. He knew where they were taking him and as those rusted double doors came into view he began thrashing as wildly as he could to get away but it was no use.

“Bucky?”

They flung open the doors, his senses on hyperdrive as the blinding lights of the room burned his eyes. Noise. There was so much noise, nurses scrambling around, guards shouting, and doctors preparing for whatever horrible things they had planned for him that day. 

“Bucky!”

He tried to fight against them as they strapped him into the chair, but it was no use, he felt utterly helpless as they began tying him down. His metal arm, although useless, was cuffed in 4 different steel brackets to keep him from moving, the rest of his body bolted into place as the panels of the machine began to lower over his face and just as they were about to connect to his skin-

“JAMES!” 

He sucked in a large breath bolting upright in bed and scrambling far away from where he was until he managed to situate himself in the corner of the room. His chest, slick with sweat heaved up and down as he tried to get oxygen to fill his lungs, but his heart was beating too fast for him to do anything but hyperventilate. There was a quiet sound from the other side of the room that made him realize he wasn’t alone, and he let out a whimper as their footsteps got closer, curling in on himself to appear as small as possible. 

“Bucky?” This voice was soft and full of concern, a complete contrast to the voice he heard just moments ago. This intrigued him slightly, but not enough to make him uncurl himself to see who was speaking to him. There was a sigh from the other person and the floorboards squeaked as they moved their entire weight to the floor, sitting on the ground near him.

“Bucky? It’s me, baby.” The voice cooed gently, and with the next breath he took, the familiar smell of cedar and lavender invaded his senses. He peaked his head out from behind his knees and saw Y/n sitting on the floor looking at him with concern coloring her features and sorrow clouding her eyes. She noticed the small movement and smiled gently as her eyes caught his.

“There he is. Hello, my love.” She whispered, a gentle smile decorating her face. Bucky blinked owlishly at her, still not realizing who he was looking at, but still Y/n smiled. 

Progress she thought before she started speaking again, “It’s just me, love. You are safe. We are in our bedroom, in our apartment, no one is going to hurt you.” 

This made him cock his head to the side before looking around the room. There was no one else besides the two of them. Instead of the gurneys, there was a dresser. Instead of blood-stained floors, there was a soft, grey plush carpet. Instead of that chair, there was a bed, and her. Bucky took a deep breath, finally able to fill his lungs and when he did, his body began to shake. He would shake violently for a moment before his muscles would give out and relax before contracting all over again. Y/n watched him carefully and scooted a little closer. 

“Can I sit next to you?” It was a simple question, and it might seem trivial to ask someone you were just sleeping next to if you could be in their space but it was important for Bucky to feel in control of his situation, if he was in control, he was no longer there.  Bucky looked at her and gave a small nod and Y/n moved to sit next to him, her back plastered against the wall. Although she wasn’t touching him, Bucky could feel the warmth radiation from her body, another piece of proof that he wasn’t in the basement of a bunker in the Siberian mountains. The pair sat in silence for a moment, Y/n watching Bucky, and Bucky staring straight ahead at the wall. Y/n shifted, causing Bucky's eyes to leave the spot on the wall and look at her. 

“Can I touch you?” She asked softly. Buckys hesitated for a moment, before nodding again. Y/n scootched closer to Bucky so that their bodies were pressed against each other and she reached over with a hand and ran her fingers through his shortened chestnut locks. That simple action seemed to bring new life back to Bucky and he began to uncurl, leaning into her touch. Y/n began humming a soft melody as she continued to massage Bucky’s scalp. His tremors became less and less until they were all but gone. 

After some more time passed, Bucky wasn’t sure how much, Y/n stopped and gently stood up, offering her hand to him. 

“‘C'mon love, let’s get back in bed. Your back isn’t going to thank you if I let you sleep in the corner.” 

Bucky placed his hand in hers and allowed her to lead him back to bed. Y/n folded back the covers in a more orderly fashion before sliding under the soft grey sheets, motioning for Bucky to do the same. He did so, snuggling back into Y/n’s side listening to her steady heartbeat, reassuring him that he was safe.  She began humming that soft melody again. Feeling warm and safe, his eyes grew heavy and he fell into a dreamless sleep. The last thing he remembered was the whisper of an “I love you,” in his ear.

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Pretty P.A. Chapter 5

Summary: Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion modeling agency director in the industry for the past 13 years.  They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes.  He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him.  Change always takes time,  but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her.  **curvy reader** **Y/N/N = Your nickname ** Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (not from Bucky), some violence, blood, smut

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The next few weeks were just as awkward.  Y/N was back to her professional demeanor with Bucky.  Other people in the office could feel the tension, but tried to ignore it as much as she was.  They got the job done, going about their business as usual, but there was always an undercurrent of something uncomfortable between them.

After another strange Friday Y/N left for the day before Bucky.  She had made it all the way out to her car before realizing she had left her keys on her desk.  She groaned and headed back inside the building.  Everyone else had left at that point as she took the elevator up and walked through the office to her desk.  As she approached her desk and reached for her keys she heard a noise coming from Bucky’s office.  She stood still and waited to see what it was.  After a few moments she heard it again.  It sounded like panted breaths, then a moan, then “Y/N.”  

Y/N’s eyes widened as she carefully picked up her keys, trying not to make a sound.  She started to back away slowly, tip-toeing towards the exit, then her heel caught on the trash can by the edge of her desk, falling over and thumping loudly against the floor.  She grimaced then heard Bucky moving quickly.  She turned around and hightailed it out of the office, hoping to leave before he could see her.  Just as she stepped out the door to the main area Bucky ripped open his door.  His shirt was unbuttoned, his pants loose around his waist, and he looked frazzled.  Y/N looked back at him in shock before booking it down the hall.

“Y/N wait!” Bucky called out.  She ran towards the elevator, hitting the button desperately.  Bucky wasn’t far behind her.  “Hey, hold on!”  The elevator was taking too long so she turned to the stairwell and ran towards it.  “Y/N, don’t run from me,” Bucky growled before grabbing her by the arm.  She yelped as he pulled her back against his chest.

“Let me go,” she grunted.  She twisted in his arms, pushing against his chest, her bag falling from her arm and scattering things all over the floor.

“Just wait, hey, listen,” Bucky pleaded as he held her close.  “Y/N!”  Y/N froze, staring up at him.  She could feel something hard poking against her hip and she felt butterflies erupt in the pit of her stomach.  Bucky was breathing heavily, looking at her in shock and embarrassment.  

Y/N squirmed against him.  “It’s okay, Bucky, just let me go.  We can forget about it and move on.”  

“I can’t,” Bucky breathed.  “I don’t regret kissing you.”  Y/N shut her eyes and shook her head.  “I was afraid of what my feelings toward you meant and I freaked out.  But I don’t regret kissing you.  I’ve been wanting to do it again, dreaming about you,” he leaned forward, resting his forehead on hers like he did that day.  “I didn’t mean to embarrass you or make you feel uncomfortable, then or right now when you caught me, uh…” he huffed out a laugh.  He cupped her face in his hands.  “Please look at me.”  Y/N shook her head.  “Why not?”

“Because I’m afraid,” she said quietly, her hands still slightly pushing against his chest.

“Afraid of what?” he asked, his lips grazing across her forehead.

“Of seeing that look…that want that I feel, looking back at me,” she muttered.  His lips traced down to her nose, then her cheeks, and he kissed the side of her mouth like before.  

“I want you,” Bucky said, his lips so close to hers.  “All I want is you, babes.”

Y/N felt herself melting against him.  Her mind and her heart were fighting against each other in a battle of wills, knowing either way she would lose.  She opened her eyes finally and looked up at him.  Sure enough, as she looked into those beautiful eyes, she saw the want, the desire, the desperation that she felt.  Her hands stopped pushing against his chest and instead fisted into his shirt.  A soft whine passed her lips as she gazed at him, and his mouth dropped open further at the sound.  He’s your boss.  He’s your boss.  He’s your boss…

“Fuck it,” Y/N grumbled then pushed up on her tip toes and kissed him.  Bucky’s lips immediately molded to hers, a low groan reverberating in his throat.  She held him tight against her as his hands moved down from her face to her lower back, pulling her body flush against his.  He walked her backwards until she was pushed against the wall nearest them.  His thigh nestled in between her legs as he kissed her hungrily, opening his mouth to taste her lips.  She quickly opened her mouth, tasting him back with her tongue and moaning against his mouth.  Bucky broke away and started kissing down her neck, softly licking and sucking at her skin and then nipping at her earlobe.  

“So fucking hot, babes,” Bucky murmured in her ear.  “Walking around like you own the place…with this ass…”  His hands traveled down to her butt, squeezing her cheeks firmly.  Y/N whimpered, her hands slipping into his long hair, tugging at his locks.  She nuzzled his neck before licking and sucking at his throat.  “Fuck…you’re so good…”  

He hooked her leg up and over his hip, making the slit in her skirt hike up her leg, exposing her thigh to him.  He kneaded the flesh of her thigh as his hips started to grind against her.  “Bucky…” Y/N whined.

“Holy shit, yes, say my name again.  Just like that again,” Bucky groaned, staring down at her as his hips rutted into her.

“Buck…please,” Y/N begged.  

Bucky’s eyes rolled back before he shook his head.  “We…we can’t do this here,” he said, coming back to himself.  He stopped moving, resting his head on her shoulder as he composed himself, trying to breathe normally again.  Y/N fingers were still in his hair, trying to calm her thundering heart.  “Will you come home with me?” he asked hesitantly, looking up at her.  

Y/N smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.  “Yes.  I need to go home and grab some things, first, though.”

Bucky smiled, kissing her nose back.  “Okay.  I…” he looked down at the ground seeing the mess he’d made.  “Oh, shit I’m sorry,” he said, pulling away from her and kneeling down to pick up her scattered belongings.  

“It’s okay,” Y/N laughed.  She knelt down and helped pick up a few things, throwing them into her purse that he gave to her.  They both stood and she gave him another smile.  “I’ll see you in like, an hour?”

“Yes,” Bucky agreed, nodded enthusiastically.  He stepped toward her and lifted his hand to her cheek, caressing her face.  He leaned down and kissed her deeply before pulling away.  “See you soon.”  

Y/N had never moved so fast in her life.  She was surprised she hadn’t been pulled over with how fast she had been driving home.  She ran through her small apartment, throwing things in an overnight bag that she would need.  She stripped out of her work clothes and into a night teddie that she saved for special occasions, putting on a long, oversized cardigan over it.  She fixed her hair and makeup in the mirror, grinning at his text: Can’t wait babes.  

Y/N slipped her shoes on and got back in her car, driving too fast again.  She pulled up to his luxury apartment building, took the elevator up to his apartment on the top floor, bouncing on her feet, the desire mounting inside her again in anticipation as she pulled her cardigan tighter around her.  She was also nervous, unsure of just what he had in store for her.  The elevator ding ripped her out of her spiraling thoughts and the doors opened to reveal Bucky standing in front of her.  

He was shirtless, sweatpants hung low on his hips, barefoot, and a dark look in his eyes.  He smirked as she ogled him.  “Took you long enough,” he said.  

Y/N stepped out of the elevator and dropped her bag, gazing up at him.  “And yet here you are, waiting for me,” she smirked back at him.  

“Here I am,” Bucky murmured, his eyes watching her playfully.  Y/N hummed at him before releasing the grip she had on her cardigan.  It slowly swung open, revealing the teddie she had on underneath.  Bucky’s eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing in desire at getting to see more of her body than he ever had before.  “Fuck babes,” he breathed, his voice coming out more hoarse as he reached a hand forward and his fingers gently traced the lace on her stomach.  “What are you doing to me?”

“Hopefully whatever I want,” Y/N said, her voice getting deeper and more sultry.  Her fingers slowly ran up his stomach to his chest, her nails tickling his skin and making him subtly flinch.  

Bucky suddenly dipped down and grabbed her, pulling her against him and kissing her hard.  Y/N made a noise of surprise that quickly morphed into a moan as he opened his mouth to taste her.  The desire flowing through her made her jittery and she shivered as he gripped her tighter.  He started walking her backwards towards another area of his apartment.  After some bumping into walls and kicking off shoes the backs of her knees hit the side of a bed.  Bucky pulled off her cardigan and laid her down on the bed, his lips barely leaving her for more than a few seconds.  

He broke the kiss and helped push her upwards onto the bed until she could comfortably rest her legs on the edge, then kneeled at the edge of the bed, hoisting her legs over his shoulders.  Y/N wasn’t wearing any other underwear and he groaned at the sight of her naked pussy in his face.  “Been dreaming about this for so long,” Bucky said, kissing her thighs and nipping at the crease between her leg and her pussy, making her yelp.  “Ever since I kissed you I’ve been wanting, craving more.”  He suddenly licked a broad stripe with his tongue up her slit and she squirmed, a loud gasp escaping her mouth.  Bucky dove into her, kissing, licking and sucking at her lower lips.  Y/N’s legs trembled and he massaged her thick thighs soothingly.

After a particularly hard suck on her clit Y/N whined.  “Bucky please,” she begged.  Her fingers knotted into his hair, trying to guide his head to stay on her clit.  “Don’t tease me.”

“I got you,” Bucky said, then she felt his fingers start to prod at her entrance.  He had worked her up so he slid his pointer finger into her easily, thrusting it in and out while randomly flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue.  Y/N’s hips jerked every time he did, and he smiled into her.  He slid his middle finger in next, pumping them in and out for a while before curling them inside her.  His fingers picked up speed and he started flicking her clit faster and continuously, not letting up as she bucked her hips against his face.  

“Oh fuck!  Shit…Buck I…AH!” Y/N writhed as her orgasm came crashing through her.  Her legs shook as a loud groan spilled from her mouth.  Bucky hummed into her pussy, prolonging the pulses of pleasure rippling through her.  He licked up the gush that came from her and then pulled away, gently removing his fingers from her pussy.  He stood and crawled over her, kissing her deeply before putting his wet fingers to her lips.

“You taste so good, babes,” Bucky whispered as Y/N lazily sucked at his fingers, moaning at the taste of herself.  He gave her a minute to recover from the aftershocks of her orgasm.  She suddenly lifted herself up and pushed him onto his back.  She sat on her feet next to him and took the teddie off, watching him ogle her naked body.  Then she licked her hand and took hold of his stiff cock.  Bucky’s head fell back.  She didn’t move, just held it and leaned forward looking at him.

“What were you thinking of when you were jerking off earlier?”  Y/N asked sweetly, her hand squeezing his cock lightly.

Bucky sucked in a sharp breath.  “You,” he answered desperately.

“Me?” Y/N pumped him once then stopped again.  “What about me?”

His hips trembled as he looked down at her holding him.  “Y/N please…”

She let go of him and pulled her hand away, tucking it in between her legs to play with her clit.  “What about me?” she asked again, her eyes hooded as she rubbed at herself.

“Fuck, I…” Bucky squirmed as he watched her.  “You were…you were sucking my dick,” he panted.

“Hm?”  Y/N reached for his cock again and pumped him a few more times, rewarding him for answering her.  Bucky’s eyes rolled as she let him feel good.  “Then what?”

“Then you were riding me…shit,” his hips jerked into her hand when she rolled her wrist.

“I don’t like to be on top,” Y/N chastised him, rubbing the head of his cock.  Bucky’s hands were fisting the blanket beneath him.

“I’ll do whatever you want, babes.  I’ll give it to you however you want…please,” Bucky begged.  His brow was furrowed, the crease in between his eyebrows deeper than she’d ever seen before, a small frown on his lips as his hips bucked up into her hand, desperately chasing the pleasure she was giving him.  She could even see his eyes starting to look wet, like he could cry at any moment if she didn’t let him cum.  He looked utterly debauched, and she loved it.

Y/N leaned forward and licked his nipple as her hand sped up on him.  Bucky moaned loudly, then it quickly turned into a cry as she let go of his cock.  He looked at her incredulously as she pulled away.  “Can you be a good boy and fuck me hard from behind?” she asked, making it sound like the most simple thing in the world.

“Hell yes,” Bucky groaned.  He seemed to move at light speed as he sat up, kissed her deeply, then moved behind her.  Y/N got on her hands and knees, arching her back as she dropped to her elbows.  His hands held her hips, massaging her love handles and her ass before giving it a small smack then rubbing it soothingly.  Y/N wiggled her hips at him and she felt the head of his cock push against her slit.  He gripped his cock and slid it through her lower lips, a sputtered breath coming from him.  “You ready, babes?”

“Yes,” Y/N breathed.  Bucky silently started pushing himself into her.  As she stretched around him she gasped, then whimpered into the blanket as he fully seated himself inside.

“Oh my god,” Bucky whispered.  He let out a long stream of air, like he’d been holding it the entire time he pushed into her.  “So tight…you feel better than I ever could have imagined.”  He pulled back slowly, then snapped his hips back into her.  

Y/N shrieked as he filled her, her hips shaking at how good it felt.  “Fuck me, Bucky,” she groaned.  “I can take it.”

Bucky huffed a laugh and smacked her ass again, making her shiver.  “My dirty little P.A.,” he muttered, then did as she asked.  His hips thrust into her hard, and she braced herself as he fucked her into the mattress.  

Bucky seemed to lose himself as he fucked her, laying across her back, his fingers gripping her hips so hard she knew she’d have bruises in the morning.  He kissed between her shoulder blades and she shivered again.  Y/N’s moans were sounding more like squeals and whimpers as he thrust into her.  She had never felt so full, so wet, so dirty and yet so whole all at the same time.  Her mind was still not fully wrapping around the fact that this Adonis of a man wanted her, too, and was as affected by her as she was by him.  

She could feel her orgasm fast approaching again and her whimpers became grunts as he hit that deep spot inside her repeatedly.  Bucky’s hand suddenly wrapped around her neck and over her throat and hoisted her up off her hands to lean back against him.  His hips thrust upwards into her, hitting even deeper and she groaned.  “That’s it,” Bucky said around gritted teeth.  “My pretty P.A., dirty little thing.  Likin’ it hard and deep.”  Y/N blindly nodded, her hands reaching up and playing with her breasts as he kept his one hand around her throat and the other traveled down to in between her legs.  “So fucking sexy, making yourself feel good like that.  Making me beg for it.  You like being the boss, huh?”  His fingers rubbed over her clit.

“YES!” Y/N squealed, her body jerking against him.  She was so close, just needed a little bit more.

“Always so good to me, taking care of me, knowing just what I need.  You know what I need now, babes?”  Bucky bit into her shoulder, his hand squeezing her throat a little tighter, making her wheeze.  

“Cum…to cum inside me,” Y/N answered breathily, her hands leaving her breasts and gripping his wrists.  

“Yes, can I?” he asked, his breaths fanning the back of her neck as he nuzzled into her hair.  “Please, babes, let me fill you up.”

“Do it,” Y/N said more firmly.  “I wanna be…mmh, wanna be leaking you for days.”

“Holy fuck!” Bucky cried and he flicked her clit faster.  Y/N stiffened as the coil deep inside her gut finally snapped and she came hard with a scream.  As her body shook her pussy clamped down around him and Bucky shouted as he came, filling her up just like she wanted.  He emptied himself into her, his hips rutting up repeatedly to make sure she got it all.  Her hands went limp and let go of his wrists as her eyes rolled and her head lolled back against his shoulder.  Bucky carefully laid her back down on her front, laying across her back again as he waited until her pussy stopped pulsing around him.  

When it did he slowly pulled out with a groan that deepened when he saw his cum start to spill out from her pussy.  “Godammit that’s hot,” he breathed.  He was almost instantly hard again upon seeing that and he spread her legs wider apart, gripping his cock and rubbing it along her slit again.  He slowly started pushing back into her, watching their combined cum oozing out of her and onto his cock.  Y/N whimpered into the blanket again, her head thrashing against the mattress.  “Got me hard again already, babes.  Gonna fuck you dumb, til you can’t walk, keep you here with me for as long as I can,” he mumbled.  

Y/N melted at his words.  “Good boy.”

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hi liquid my darling :))) for your kiss prompts, in aid of you practising these prompt drabbles (and for my own indulgence xo) pls write whichever pairing your heart desires to the prompt of “wanna practise?” :’) thank u i love u

Please feel free to ask me more kiss prompts, which I definitely fill at some point in time (unspecified).

Wedding Bells, Wedding Kisses (Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, 900 words, drabble)

“Max!” Charles calls, slamming the front door open with significantly more force than necessary – dramatic, as always. Max mutes the stream he’s lurking in, thankful that he wasn’t on audio, and calls back.

“What’s up?”

Charles storms into the office, following the sound of Max’s voice. He stands in the doorway, cheeks a little red and chest moving like he’d run in from the parking garage. Despite the visible distress, Max can’t help but think that he looks adorable like this: worked-up over something that – inevitably – doesn’t actually matter. “Yeah?” Max starts again, half wondering if he’s meant to try and figure it out himself. 

“The wedding.” Charles breathes, voice still a little shaky with whatever energy he’s buzzing on.

“The wedding.” Max nods along, as if it makes total sense, standing from his office chair. “You’re… nervous?” He prods gently as he makes his way towards the door, stopping when they’re face to face.

“How do you… how do we kiss? For the wedding.” He looks at Max with those wide, earnest eyes that always hit him right in the gut – trusting and honest and vulnerable. 

But Max can’t help it: he laughs a little, no more than a snort. Charles ran up to the apartment, hair on end and eyes frantic, to ask about how to kiss? When they’ve kissed for years? Charles punches him on the arm before he can actually answer. 

“Stop laughing, I’m serious!” He cries, voice one step away from a true whine. “How are we meant to kiss?”

“Like we always do?” Max offers, voice still light with laughter as Charles rolls his eyes dramatically. 

“It’s not the same, Max. We do not have one, a wedding kiss.”

Max takes another step closer, closing the minimal distance between him and Charles – standing nearly chest to chest in the office doorway. He looks down at him, just a few centimeters that somehow makes all the difference, and takes in the state of his lips – clearly bitten during whatever bout of anxiety caught hold of him in the car. And it hits him:

“We can, of course…” He starts, watching Charles’s eyes flick to his own lips before meeting his gaze again. “Wanna practice?”

—

Max guides them to the couch, shooing away the cats and grabbing Charles by the shoulders – urging him to sit. “So,” He starts, sitting down next to him carefully. 

Charles looks nervous, hands gripping his thighs tightly, straining his jeans. Frazzled isn’t a strong enough word; he looks shaken to his core. Somehow, Max thinks, he looks even more distressed than when he tried to make a move on him for the first time – terribly drunk and painfully endearing, wearing his tux and still holding his Rookie of the Year trophy. 

“Like this, then?” Max asks, leaning in and placing the most chaste of kisses on Charles’s cheek, right on the spot where his dimple forms. 

Charles giggles, nervous and fleeting. “At least pretend you like me, yes?” His dimples are on display, his laugh firming up as Max pulls away and rolls his eyes. 

“Sure, yeah, I can do that,” He says, moving a hand to Charles’s jaw, tilting his head ever so slightly in a familiar motion. With practiced ease, he slots their lips together. He can feel Charles continue to relax in his hand, the tension he holds in his face easing as Max sweeps his thumb along his cheek. 

He sighs into it, making that little noise in the back of his throat that means he’s content, and Max takes it as an invitation. His hand slides to the base of Charles’s skull, fingers finding their spot in his soft, overgrown hair. Charles leans into him, allowing Max to pull them tighter together – allowing him to gently coax his mouth open, allowing him to kiss him deeper, to let him taste him fully.

Max moves his other hand to Charles’s hip, silently urging him to come closer, when Charles pulls away – lips stained Max’s favorite shade of blush. They match his cheeks, both alive from his touch. 

“My mother will be there, you know,” Charles laughs a little, pushing against Max’s chest playfully. “Be respectful.” Max is listening, really, but it’s like part of him has been ignited; Charles almost seems bashful, chin tucked towards his chest slightly, long hair flopped boyishly over his forehead, lashes dark against his cheek as he looks down.

Max isn’t listening. 

“Give her my apologies,” He smiles, grabbing Charles’s hips with both hands and pulling him onto his lap – earning a surprised noise, something between a gasp and a giggle. “My self control, you know,” He catches Charles’s lips again, tasting that delicious blush like it’s the first time “It’s not so good.”

“Max,” Charles tries to chastise him, voice closer to a moan than a beratement. 

“Let’s practice later, ok? Wedding kissing,” Max says, moving his lips lower – hoping to elicit that hiccupy breath he loves so much when he touches him just right. With a delicate brush against the sensitive skin under his jaw, sliding up to catch his earlobe between his teeth, he whispers: “What d’you think?”

“I –” Charles starts, sentence falling off as Max slides a hand up his shirt, tracing the curve of his spine with feather-light touches. “Yeah, yes, um. Later, right.”

“Thought so.”

[philistiniphagottini]

who doesn’t have a terrible oral fixation? 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ but anyways, good morning ٩(˶˃ᗜ˂)و what a wild thing to wake up to LMAO HELLO NAGII i hope that you’re all okay, i just got out of work and so my brain is so fried... frazzled, everywhere. if it’s not too troubling, i’d really love to request some clit warming with shenhe and a vocal fem reader please? ദിˆᵕˆ)   just something about shenhe and her strong arms keeping the reader from squirming about too much makes me feral 🩷

Hello Miauamy darling. I would say I'm sorry that you woke up to my horny brain rot but honestly? I'm not. If I have to suffer with sordid thoughts of yearning, then so do you :)) It will happen again. Lol anyways, thank you for the request, always happy to get requests for the lovely ladies. And Shenhe makes me feral too with how strong she is. I want her to sweep me off my feet. I want it to be bridal style but she'd probably just throw me over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes XD I hope you don't mind that I made it for chubby reader too. I hope you enjoy~

cw. smut, oral sex, clit warming, squirting, female reader, chubby reader, minors DO NOT interact

A salacious moan breezed past the seam of your kiss swollen lips when you felt Shenhe’s warm breath fluttering over your dripping pussy, the hot puff of air making every hair on the nape of your neck stand up in anticipation. A warm hum stirred in her throat as she smoothed her hands over your plump thighs, fingers sinking into generous amounts of skin as she grabbed your legs and hauled them over her strong shoulders. You squeaked loudly as she continued to lift you, your hands scrambling for purchase on the mattress and fingers knotting in the sweat soaked sheets as Shenhe manhandled you like gravity was just a mere suggestion to her. Your legs kicked uselessly over her back as her hands gripped your hips and held you firm, limiting your range of movement as the upper part of your back was the only thing left pressed into the mattress. 

“Stop squirming” Shenhe spoke softly, the heat of her breath fanning over your puffy folds. 

Your hips twisted in her grip, lungs pinching in your chest as you swallowed around the small lump in your throat, head already spinning in a tizzy as she lifted you with such dizzying ease it made your knees shake. 

“Shenhe, I don’t think you-oh!”

Another salacious moan bubbled up the back of your throat as Shenhe pressed her lips against you, smearing her powder blue lipstick over the labia of your cunt as you choked on a hiccup of pleasure. Heat tickled the base of your spine and slowly pooled into the pit of your stomach as Shenhe’s lips trailed higher over the dripping slit of your pussy, thumbs coaxing the sticky folds apart until the aching nub of your clit was exposed to her hungry gaze. She didn’t utter a single word as she stared at the slick pearl, watching it twitch and pulse for attention as soft whimpers fell from your parted lips. You tried biting at your hands, teeth sinking into the skin of your palms as you tried to muffle the obscene noises that tickled your throat. You failed miserably as Shenhe sucked the pretty bud of your clit into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.

You shrieked as her plush lips sucked the tightly packed bundle of nerves into her mouth, her tongue coming to cushion the flushed nub as your blood simmered hotly in your veins. Goosebumps prickled your flesh despite the heat of your searing skin, beads of your arousal dripping down the soft insides of your plump thighs as another rush of slick dribbled from the fat folds of your creamy pussy. You couldn’t contain the twitch of your hips as you tried to buck up into her mouth, trying to chase sparks of friction as Shenhe warmed your clit in her mouth. A short huff of air blew out of her nose in amusement, the warm brush of air puffing against your creamy folds. She pinched your hip with one hand, nails gently scratching at your skin as her other lazily swatted your backside, causing another loud shriek of bliss to echo around your stuffy bedroom. 

The tips of your fingers started to tingle with numbness as you were subjected to Shenhe’s strange flavour of rapturous torture, your clit kicking impatiently along her tongue as you were edged closer and closer to your encroaching orgasm. The pleasure was left to slowly burn in your system like the kindling of a fire, needing just a lick more of fuel before it could catch and be engulfed in the heat of the flames. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as she swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth, your soused lashes fluttering over your burning cheeks as you mewled with sordid content. Shenhe watched you with a lidded stare, her gaze boring into the way your sumptuous body swayed as she suffocated herself more between your thick thighs. Your legs squeezed around her head, wisps of her fair hair tickling the sensitive skin as your plush thighs warmed her ears and the natural scent of your musk stuffed her nose full. 

Your chest heaved with exertion as it felt like the minutes whittling by stretched into hours and you could have sworn the shadows in your room had gotten longer as the sun began to dip below the horizon. But you were pleasantly helpless in Shenhe’s grip as she stopped you from squirming and your frustration was starting to boil over. A constellation of unshed tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you sniffled softly, body trembling as you reached the end of your tether. 

“Shenhe, please” you softly begged, voice cracking around the edges. “Please, wanna cum…wanna cum so, so bad.”

Her gaze flickered down to you as the words spilled from your lips, voice starting to slur as you struggled to think past the thick haze fogging up your head. You whined at the loss of warmth as she suddenly let go of your clit with a loud pop, her saliva dripping through your creamy folds as your fluttering hole clenched around emptiness. Shenhe hummed softly as she blew a puff of air directly on your clit, observing the way you twitched and whined from the stimulation. She gently pat your thigh as her tongue gently lapped at her spit soaked lips, her chin dripping with her essence. 

“Sweet” she mumbled to herself.

She finally listened to your pleas and sucked the pearl of your clit back into her mouth, tongue gently twirling around the hood as she rolled the nub behind her teeth. Stars wavered in your vision before you screwed your eyes shut against the onslaught of bliss boiling in your soft belly, the coil blistering hot as you were intimately ripped apart at the seams. The hot coil shattered into a million tiny pieces, flooding your veins in white hot relief. Thin threads of translucent fluid squirted from your core and webbed on Shenhe’s lips as another hum of content stirred in her chest. You trembled like a wet leaf in Shenhe’s firm grip as she drank every drop that spilled from you, savouring you like you were the finest ambrosia to ever grace her tongue. 

You peeled your eyes open when it felt like your head wasn’t spinning anymore, only to be greeted to the sight of the lovely flush staining Shenhe’s cheeks as she parted from the messy folds of your cunt, soft pants tumbling from her mouth as she stared at you in a daze. You could see the question itching at the back of her scalp, laying heavy on her tongue as she stared at you with longing, her grip not even easing in the slightest since she had first gotten her mitts on you. Once your senses came back to her, you offered her a shy smile. 

“Can you do that again?” you asked.

[bruisedboys]

OK SO I SAW YOU ASK FOR JAMES THOUGHTS AND UGH I HAVE SO MANY

ok but rugby!james coming back from an away tourney… LIKE ALL LOVEY. he’s so boyfriend.

omg I had so much fun writing this. tysm for the request!! ily 🤍

fem!reader 0.7k words

You’re lying on yours and James’ bed when it happens. Wallowing in misery, missing your lovely boyfriend, feeling as if the minutes are ticking by slower every day. It’s awful. You’re so miserable you almost miss the click of the front door, the scuff of shoes on the mat. The next noise, however, is hard to miss.

“Darling?”

You shoot up, head spinning but the dizziness gets blatantly ignored. You scramble off the bed just as James’s voice rings out again.

“Where are you, honey?”

You go sprinting out of the bedroom, so fast you almost trip on your own feet. You save yourself with pure adrenaline and the desire to squish James with the biggest hug of his life. You’re emerging into the living room in mere seconds, breathless and frazzled and looking frantically for your boyfriend who’s been gone far too long, in your opinion.

And there he is, standing just shy of the front door. He’s prettier than you remember, prettier than the James you’ve imagined in your head for the past four days and ten hours. Your heart skyrockets.

“James!” You say, and go barrelling towards him.

He catches you halfway, dropping his bag carelessly in his haste to scoop you up in his arms. Like always, his arms go around your waist and yours go over his shoulders.

He’s laughing giddily and you’re so happy you can’t speak. He buries his face in your neck, smelling of all things James. His heady cologne, his Camellia and Lily shampoo, a hint of grass and sweat. You breathe him in, run your hands over his soft hoodie that sports his team colours, feel his lovesick sigh wash over your neck.

James finally manages to break your euphoric silence, but only because he’s squeezing you so hard you let out a half-groan half-gasp.

“Jamie,” you gasp, pushing at his big arms. “Y’gonna break my ribs.”

James grumbles but loosens his grip, pulling away slightly so he can look at you, his hands a familiar weight on your waist.

“Hi, darling,” he says, breathless and eyes bright.

His hair’s a mess, somehow longer than four days ago, all curly and messy and falling over his face. You beam and get on your toes to push a lock away from his forehead.

“Hi, Jamie,” you say, equally giddy. You can barely speak around your smile. “I missed you.”

James pulls a face. “I missed you more, actually,” he says matter-of-factly. “Lemme kiss you, pretty girl.”

You let him, though he doesn’t really give you a choice. He presses his lips to yours in a kiss so fervent you almost go stumbling backwards. James’s hands are firm on your waist, holding you in place like he never wants to leave your side again. The kiss says he’s missed you. He’s really missed you. It makes you totally giddy.

You giggle when his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You pull away with swollen lips and a hand on his chest.

“James,” you chide. You giggle again when he tries to chase your lips, pushing at his chest gently. “I know you missed me, but don’t you want to tell me all about your trip?”

James shakes his head. “It’ll bore you, angel.” He puckers his lips, looking awfully kissable. “Let’s just kiss forever.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, loverboy,” you drawl, tapping his firm chest twice. “I think you need a breather.”

You pull away, step out of his hold and leave him pouting in the entryway. “Are you hungry?”

You know he’s about to make some stupid flirty comment before he even opens his mouth.

“Hungry for you,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

You groan loudly and slap your hands over your face.

“James, please,” you say, anguished.

James laughs, a pretty, familiar sound that has your heart doing backflips. Before you know it he’s got his arms around you again. You refuse to take your hands from your face, burning with embarrassment and lovesickness.

“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” James says, his mouth a hair’s width from your ear. “I’ll tell you about my trip, if you want.”

When you don’t budge he slides his arms up your arms and tugs at your wrists. “Come out, will you? Wanna see your pretty face.”

You do as he says, only because you miss looking at his face too. He beams.

“I knew it,” he says after a moment of studying your face.

“Knew what?”

“You’re still the prettiest girl in the entire world.”

You groan.

[drewsbuzzcut]

Pictures With Santa

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: minor angst and mentions pregnancy (during their breakup before they had Sloane) also this is lightly edited

Christmas 2025

“Do you think he’s going to cry?” Mat questions, nervously rocking an almost 5 month old Nolan. You’re both in a crowded mall, waiting in line to take pictures with Santa. Nolan may be a baby, but you and Mat still want to experience all the firsts.

“He’s asleep, Barzy,” you attempt to soothe him, running a hand over his hoodie clad back.

“Yeah, but you know he’ll wake up the second he realizes we aren’t holding him,” Mat stresses and he truly sounds worried.

“My baby, it’s going to be just fine. If it makes you feel better, you can hold him and we’ll just have to be in the picture,” you cup his cheeks, pressing your body against his to calm him down.

For a moment he seems to settle, his head leaning down to rest against your own, but as you’re about to give him a kiss he gets worked up again.

“What if the camera shutter scares him and he starts crying?”

“Then his first Santa photo will be a funny one,” you tease, earning a scowl from your boyfriend.

“If it’s really bugging you so much, we can leave,” you suggest, knowing that he won’t agree which is why you said it in the first place.

“No way. He’s my little strong man. We’ll get through this,” he states, leaning down to nose at Nolan’s soft cheek.

“We?” You ask, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Yes.” You kiss his little pout. You swear he and Nolan are twins, they pout the same way.

“We’re up, baby,” you say, pushing him ahead.

“Hi, merry Christmas,” Santa greeted you and your boys.

“Hi! Merry Christmas. Is it okay if we just sit next to you, so my boyfriend can hold our son? He’s still napping,” you ask and explain your reasoning.

“It’s no problem.”

You and Mat sit at each side of Santa, sitting on the arms of his large chair. Nolan nestled tightly in Mat’s arms as he tries to adjust him so the camera can get a good view of him. You both smile and wait until the first shutter of the camera. However, after the camera clicks, Nolan immediately wakes up. He’s not crying or cranky, so Mat decides to have him pose for a picture with just himself and Santa.

It’s the cutest picture you’ve ever seen. Nolan is staring up at Santa with wide eyes and his little gummy smile. They both matched as Nolan was dressed in a Santa suit onesie. He wasn’t scared and you were so glad. You bought so many copies, for around the house and to give to your family members.

Christmas 2028

“Sorry I’m late,” Mat says out of breath as he finally meets you in line.

You’re waiting to have the boys take pictures with Santa and Mat was running late with Nolan. You’re officially adding this to the list of things you wish you could avoid. By no means did you want to pretend to be some happy family while you and Mat are split up. You try to focus on the Christmas music playing from the speakers, and the bustling crowd as they’re all full of joy.

“It’s fine,” you mutter, rocking Angel in your arms. He’s a bit frazzled by all the noise in the crowded mall.

“You look pretty,” he compliments you and for once his words aren’t hesitant.

“Mathew, please,” you warn, turning away from him. You’re not necessarily mad at him anymore, but you just want to keep the distance between the two of you. Things are already so messy, you don’t want to complicate things further. Not to mention, if he gets any closer to you, you know he’ll figure out that you’re pregnant and you cannot have that happening right now.

“What? I can’t compliment my wife. It’s not like I’m lying, you look beautiful. You always do, but you’re glowing and I just wanted to tell you,” he explains, wrapping an arm around your stomach to pull your back to his chest.

You quickly pull away, eyes glaring at him.

“Let me remind you that we’re not actually together right now. Please don’t compliment me or touch me. I’m only here because of the boys,” you spit out, turning your head so he doesn’t see the tears lining your eyes.

He stays quiet in either embarrassment or sadness, you don’t bother looking into it.

When it’s finally your turn for pictures, you breathe a sigh of relief.

“So how are we going to pose?” Mat asks, this time hesitantly.

“We’re not posing. Just the boys are going to be in the pictures this year,” you say, trying not to look at Mat’s crestfallen face. It’s tradition for your family to take pictures with Santa all together.

“Why? We’ve never not taken pictures without us in them,” he says in a low tone, but you can tell he’s pissed.

“I’m not going into detail right now. Just get Nolan ready while I get Angel ready,” you say, making sure Angel’s outfit is straightened out.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Seriously, I’m trying really hard here and you’re just ruining everything,” Mat whispers in your ear, trying not to alarm anyone who is nearby.

You turn to him, this time the tears are visible in your eyes. You just stare at him in surprise. You weren’t expecting that from him. You quickly inhale a deep breath, handing Angel over to Santa as Mat does the same with Nolan.

“Okay, boys, smile!” The cameraman says. Nolan is smiling wide, but Angel bursts into tears just as the camera clicks.

“I’ll hold him while you take the picture,” Mat interjects as you’re about to step in to grab your crying baby.

You watch as Mat sits next to Santa, Angel- who’s calm now is sitting on his daddy’s lap with a little gummy smile as he’s getting tickled. Your boys look so handsome, dressed in their Christmas best with their little bow ties. You can’t help but let your eyes roam over Mat. He’s dressed in an all black button up, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his wedding band on display from where his hand rests on Angel’s stomach. His smile is as beautiful as it always is, and if you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t have realized that his eyes don’t match the feigned happiness.

The camera clicks again and you discreetly wipe away a tear. Mat is right, you’re ruining everything.

Mat seems to catch your silent breakdown and calls for you to join them. He knows you’re going through it and that his words didn’t particularly help the situation.

You quickly get to them, pick up Nolan and set him on your lap as you all pose together for the final picture. You try not to let the fact that your wedding ring is nowhere to be seen ruin your pictures.

After paying for all your copies, Mat carries both boys back to your car. It’s a silent walk but you expected as much.

You keep to yourself as Mat gets the boys settled in their car seats, talking with Nolan and listening to Angel’s little babbles. He kisses them many times before finally closing the car door and turning to you.

You bid a quick goodbye with an awkward wave, but he stops you from getting into the car. He slightly shoves the door back closed, giving you no choice but to face him.

“What am I doing wrong?” His voice is strained and you’re not sure how long you can stare at him without throwing yourself in his arms. You’re craving his affection.

“What are you talking about?” You stall.

“You know what I’m talking about. If this is still about the fight we had, we can work through it. I truly didn’t mean to offend you and I wish you’d let me help us fix things. I can’t go on like this. You flipped out when I touched you back there and you’ve never done that before and it killed me. Please just let me touch you. Please let me fix us,” he pleads, pulling you into his arms.

For a split second, you start to cave, but then you remember that you’re pregnant. He still doesn’t know and you really don’t want him to figure it out on his own. You know that if he’s close to you for longer than he has been the past couple of months, he’d realize the changes in your body. He just knows you that well. You need to get away from him. There’s a time and place for you to have that talk, and right here, right now isn’t it.

“I’m sorry, Mathew. I need to get home. Please get home safe,” you pull away, pushing a hand into his chest and quickly getting into your car and pulling out of the parking lot.

Mat takes a few moments in the driver’s seat of his car, trying to collect his thoughts. He’s pissed with you for pushing him away and refusing to fix things, and he’s pissed with himself for saying things without thinking about what he’s saying or how he’s saying it. He just wants to hold you. He misses your warmth and the feel of your skin on his. Don’t even get him started with how beautiful you looked. You’re always beautiful to him, of course, but today your skin was glowing and your boobs were peeking out from your top and he just misses you so bad. You actually looked like you usually do when you’re pregnant, and it makes Mat reminisce on simpler times.

Christmas 2029

“Look at my pretty princess,” your husband coos, lifting Sloane in his arms. She scrunches her legs up and you hear Mat gush over her cuteness.

“The pretty princess needs to eat,” you interrupt their moment, bringing Sloane into your arms, pulling down the shoulder of your top and letting her attach to your nipple.

“Look at my sexy wife. I love you,” Mat whispers in your ear, kissing the side of your neck.

“I love you, so much,” you lean up, puckering your lips for a kiss. He quickly obliges.

“Kith!” Angel comes toddling in, arms up so someone can pick him up.

“Yes, kisses for you, too, bub,” Mat gives him a kiss then leans him towards you so you can give him a kiss.

“Ready to see Santa?”

“Anta? No!” AJ giggles, hiding his face in Mat’s neck.

“Oh boy,” you sigh, hoping he doesn’t throw a tantrum.

“I’m going to get them buckled in. You two meet me at the car,” he gives you one last kiss and dashes out the room.

“I don’t remember this being so difficult,” Mat says in line for pictures. You got there thirty minutes ago, but it was packed to the brim. Adding a third kid to the mix makes things that much more complicated. Yes, it’d be easier to hire someone to take these pictures in your home, but you want to keep up the tradition.

“Good thing Sloane is still asleep. If she gets woken up from her nap, she will go ballistic,” you respond.

“Mommy, I don’t want to see Santa,” Nolan says, pouting at you and Mat.

He is still iffy about Santa being that he had a “dream” of you kissing the man in red.

“Honey, I promise it was just a dream. You don’t have to worry,” you assure him.

“Yeah, Nolie bear. Mommy only gives me kisses,” Mat adds.

“And me and Lo and AJ,” Nolan corrects him.

“Yes, baby. Only you guys,” you say and he continues to pout. You try to ignore it, because you don’t want him to start acting bratty about it.

When your photo session rolls around, Nolan is first to get settled. He’s right next to Santa. You and Mat place Sloane and Angel on Santa’s lap. You fix each of your babies’ outfits, making sure their hair isn’t going crazy and that their spirits are bright by tickling their tummies. You make your way to Mat, fixing a strand of his hair and adjusting the collar of his button up. You give him a chaste kiss and quickly sit down and pose next to your husband and on the opposite side of where Nolan is sitting.

The first photo would’ve been perfect, but Nolan is caught glaring at the poor man.

The next one is nice, though, because Nolan finally looks at the camera. However, it’s when you and Mat walk away for the kids to take a photo without you both that things get crazy.

Sloane realizes she isn’t in your or her daddy’s arms, so she starts wailing. Her wails eventually set off Angel, so you now have a picture of two crying babies squirming on Santa’s lap while Nolan is giving him the side eye.

“You kissed my mommy!” Nolan jumps down from where he was seated, arms crossed over his chest.

You gasp in surprise, a hand over your mouth to stop your laugh. Santa looks up at you and Mat, clearly not knowing how to respond.

“No anta! No anta! Mama,” Angel calls out for you, but you and your husband are already picking them up in your arms.

“I am so sorry. They’re a bit wild today,” Mat says to the man as he tries to calm Sloane down by rocking her in his arms.

“Not my first rodeo, so it’s totally fine,” the man says.

Your family moves to the line to pay and pick up your photos, still trying to soothe your children.

“Are you okay, my love?” You look down at Nolan while he grasps your hand tightly.

“I’m sorry. I got angry for a little,” Nolan whispers, eyes downcast.

“I love you, little man,” Mat jumps in when you fail to find the right words. You didn’t feel the need to berate him, but you also just didn’t know what to say.

“I love you, daddy. I love you, mommy.”

“I love you, Nolie bear,” you lean down and press a kiss to his puckered lips.

“Lo and AJ didn’t like Santa either,” Nolan points out.

You and Mat let out a laugh, low enough to not disturb the new found peace of your two little ones.

“No they didn’t, baby,” you giggle.

“These are going to be the best Santa pictures yet,” Mat whispers in your ear, pulling your body into his chest.

“Oh yeah. Angry babies and Santa Claus are a perfect combination. We oughta make them into Christmas cards and send them to everyone,” you joke, smiling wide at the sound of your husband’s laughter. You feel an overwhelming sense of happiness basking in his warmth and his overall presence. A year ago things were rocky, and you weren’t sure how life was going to turn out. You’re just glad that everything is exactly the way it’s supposed to be. You and Mat together with your three babies, just as in love as you two were during your first pictures with Santa.

a/n: Enjoy!!!!