#After her threatening to try to not let me go to university if I fuck up because of my disabilities again

[theforesteldritch]

my mom when you come anywhere near implying that she’s in the wrong: so you’re attacking me like I’m a horrible person

[pennyellee]

𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐒 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

title: ANUBIS pairings: yandere mafia namjoon x barmaid f!reader genre: dark romance, smut, porn with plot, 90s word count: 19,7K release date: december - january

beta read by one and only @chaoticpuff17

prompt 1: “You are something I can sin for” prompt 2: An anchor amidst the stormy seas of life — that’s what Namjoon is for you. But it wasn’t always like that. There was a time where you’ve resented Namjoon with every fibre of your being and every word that came out of his plump lips after what he had done to prove his power. Unfortunately, you will never know what life could be if Kim Namjoon was not in it.

warnings: minors dni 18+ | sexual tension, emotional distress, teasing, yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, manipulation, reader meets namjoon young but nothing happens until she's 21, forced engagement, kidnapping, graphic violence, death, murder, blood, explicit language, misogyny, mentions of feminism, alcohol usage, mentions of religion and God, church smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, oppa-kink and so on (i'll add some if i'll forget)

author's note: so here we are! this is the story i've been thrilled to push out as it is happening in the universe and almost simultaneously with CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI. Y/N alias Peaches here, is my baby, and I cannot wait to write more for her and Namjoon after champagne confetti side B goes out. I have drafts for another fics that are happening in the same universe as champagne confetti and now anubis but step by step my faries ♥ I hope you will enjoy reading this piece I was keeping for myself for a looong time. The best thing about writing is that I get to build this world of imagination and live in it for months before it gets to you. Sooo I'm very nervous and excited to push Anubis out as a second fic within champagne confetti universe - which i still didn't name coz all the fics just have different titles so let's just call it like that for now. Without further ado, enjoy fairies! ♥ let's go back to 1996. omfg, let's call it thatttt, back to 1996!

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone. main masterlist 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ����𝐧𝐞

1996

"Did you sleep well?" Namjoon asked, his voice softer now, as if he was trying to breach the walls that had begun to rise between you.

You nursed your coffee in the black ceramic mug while you shrugged, keeping the answer with spice in it for yourself just yet. His brow furrowed, and for a moment, you could see the cracks in his façade when you didn't answer.

"I see... silent treatment," he gulped down, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. Pouring himself a cup of coffee too, he leaned on the counter right in front of you. You took his appearance in. He got a buzz cut, creamy satin shirt tucked in leather pants. A few of the buttons were undone, giving you a perfect view of his toned chest.

"Is that really how you want to start the day?" he provoked. You set the mug down, the clink of ceramic against marble echoing in the tension-filled kitchen.

"Did you ask yourself the same question when you threatened me?" you shot back, your voice rising slightly as the memories flooded back. The anger surged within you, igniting a fire that had been smoldering since the moment you woke up in his penthouse.

Namjoon's expression shifted, the warmth in his eyes replaced by a flicker of defensiveness.

"Well, you for some reason seemed too adamant that you needed to patrol the streets of Bronx by running away from me. I know you too damn well, Peaches; I know where you were headed."

The words stung, each syllable laced with accusation and an unsettling truth. Your heart raced, the anger bubbling just below the surface.

"You know fucking shit, Namjoon—"

"Oppa," he jumped in, his voice firm, yet tinged with a note of caution.

You inhaled sharply, the familiar term slicing through the tension like a knife. It reminded you of the intimate moments you once shared. "You've lost that honorific the moment you decided to threaten me and kill that man right in front of my eyes!"

Namjoon's jaw clenched, and you could see the conflict brewing beneath his composed exterior.

"You don't understand the kind of world I'm in. We protect ours."

"Protect?" you spat, feeling the heat of betrayal wash over you.

"I'm a person who deserves to make her own choices—" He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing.

"What choices are you making? Running off into the night like it's some kind of adventure? You think that's brave? I refuse to let you get hurt because you're unhappy with my decisions."

"Oh yeah, like something would happen to me—"

"You are my woman, and people know that you are, Peaches!" he declared, his voice rising with intensity, as if the weight of his words was meant to command respect from the universe itself.

Your heart raced at his proclamation, a mix of anger and something softer twisting in your gut.

"The fuck you're talking about, Namjoon?" You snapped, your voice echoing off the sleek kitchen walls. Anger surged within you, fueled by the sheer audacity of his claim.

"Not fucking once did you say that we ought to be official one day—" you shot back, your voice dripping with disbelief.

"You act like I'm some sort of possession, something you can just claim without any conversation or commitment!" Namjoon's expression hardened, a flicker of frustration flashing in his eyes.

"You need to stop pretending like we don't have a future because you're scared of the past," he said, smashing the mug down on the counter. Namjoon's jaw tightened, and the conflict in his eyes was palpable.

"Since we met, not fucking once have you made your intentions strictly clear, Namjoon! The fuck am I doing here then?!" The words burst from your lips, raw and unfiltered, echoing in the tense space between you.

He ran a hand over his face, visibly struggling to keep his composure.

"I thought you knew. I thought you felt it too," he replied, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I thought it was understood that it was a matter of time."

"Understood?" you scoffed, incredulity seeping into your tone. "You think that just because you've made me a part of your life, I should automatically know my place? That's not how it works!"

"I was waiting till you'll—"

"Age of consent is eighteen in this state, Namjoon, keep that bullshit to yourself." Namjoon's expression darkened at your words, and you could see the frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"So you would rather be wifed and knocked up as soon as we met, am I right?"

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

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hi can I please make an order of crème caramel, berry trifle, mango sorbet and a spicy upside down cake with a side of lemon water served by Max Verstappen please? Sorry it's a bit long tho...

bakery menu

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu, i'd love to hear your order! and thank you to everyone who submitted orders! i am working through them!!

crème caramel ("oh. you thought you were getting away from me?" ) + berry trifle ("wrong. try again.") + mango sorbet ("you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?") + spicy upside down cake ( "let's play a game: don't get caught.") + lemon water (university/college au) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, university au, bully!max, mean!max, semi-public sex, library sex, fwb gone horrible, dirty talk/degrading language, obsessive!max, oral sex (max receives), choking/deep throating

"where are you going, schat?" max loomed over you like a heavy cloud as he placed his hands on your hips. he held you like he owned you, and in all fairness... sometimes it felt like he did.

you thought the one time you'd try to have a one night stand that everything would go swimmingly. but you picked the wrong man on campus.

graduate student, about three years your senior. with hands like bear paws and about the same strength as one in his grip. and he held you in the middle of the library.

"you just came in and now you're turning around in leaving? surely you had something to do here today. it was close to eight in the evening, the library was next to dead. you remained silent for a moment before he added, "oh. you thought you were getting away from me? is that it, you thought you could leave before i found you?"

you swallowed and lied, "i forgot something."

he chuckled as he leaned in a little closer, "was it your panties? because i found them in my car yesterday. pink with flowers? they kept me busy all of last night when you were ignoring my texts." he held onto you a little tighter, "it's not polite to ignore me, liefje."

the issue was that you wanted a one night stand with someone outside of your little english department. so you ended up with a geography graduate student... however, after that night, max became your shadow.

"what did you do to my panties, max?"

he let go of you and turned you in his arms. he smiled at you, the kind of smile that most at the school would trip over themselves to see. but you could see something else in those blue eyes, "don't worry, i washed them when i was done." then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.

you pulled back a little, but couldn't go far as he had you basically trapped against him. you could call for help, but the student librarian at the front desk was more occupied with her phone.

max pulled your attention back to him as he said, "why don't we study together? think of it like a date."

you'd never date someone like max. not even as his thumbs tried to push up your t-shirt a little, you managed to get away. you swallowed, you could run and hide. but, max had more eyes on the school than cameras. someone would catch a glimpse of you somewhere on campus and max would find you.

max verstappen was denied very little in his life. and he wasn't going to start of trend of not getting his way.

"so why were you running away, my love?" he asked as he pressed himself up against you. his strong arms were around you middle as he pressed you to him. he smiled was threatening and you felt a cold chill down your spine.

"i told you. i forgot something." you tried to use the last bit of fight in you. but those eyes of his were all knowing.

"wrong. try again." he said before he went in and kissed you on the cheek, "i remember our first night together. you made me feel like nothing else could. you made me feel alive. i hate when you run away from me." he kissed the corner of your lip softly, "now, why don't we study tonight."

you looked up at him. he was a bit taller than you and for sure stronger. the gaze in his eyes warmed up when you nodded, accepting his offer for studying.

see, you knew what max needed. he wanted to be closer to you, he wanted to feel you all over. he even wanted to take you out on dates and make you the center of his world. he was obsessed with you, and you just needed to see that he loved you. but that meant less struggling.

he led you into the back of the library, the furthest part with two chairs in a desk. there was no one else around for a good while. most had left for the evening. which left you alone with max.

"liefje." he said as he sat on the chair and unzipped his fly, "come here." it was a siren's call before he sank his teeth into you. before he ripped you to shreds and drag you under the waves.

you knew what you had to do, you were thankful that the pants you wore were comfy because you knew that one round, even in a semi-public space, wouldn't be enough for max. you knew another pair of your panties would end up in his car.

he watched you lower to your knees and licked his lips, you looked like a doll to him. he said quietly, "let's play a game: don't get caught." before he ran his hands through your hair.

your face was up against his cock and you shuddered a little bit. the size of it was impressive and it made your mouth water a little. this was how he trapped you. the allure of his heavy cock in your face.

with a small whine he pushed your face further against his cock and you had no choice but to take it in your mouth. but few pleasantries were made when he got the tip up against your throat. you whined a little bit, it was almost a whorish noise as you relaxed against his grasp.

mad max, mean max, whatever you wanted to call him. you felt almost at home on your knees in front of him. he was your hook up gone wrong. horribly wrong.

his voice was a curl in your brain and made you shift a little bit on the carpeted ground, "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?" he knew you had to take an extra semester because you failed a course. in a slight fairness it was max's fault, he wouldn't let you go write your final exam. too busy bruising that cunt of yours well into the morning.

even if you tried to write the exam all your brain cells were gone due to how hard hew as fucking you. even now, with his cock in your throat, you felt a loss in most brain activity. no higher thinking while he was choking you on his cock.

you felt amazing around his cock, there were few words to describe how it all felt. he could feel the flutter in his chest as he rammed his cock up against your throat. and when you made a choking noise, he told you to "shut up." before he kept battering his cock up against the back of your throat.

you looked up at him, your eyes looked so innocent as he pressed his cock into your throat as deep as it would go. he still had a lot to teach you about deep throating, but for now he'd take a small pleasure in your choked noises.

"such a pretty girl." he said, "you look so good on your knees. is this how you were passing all your courses? pretty blouses and dick sucking lips." he chuckled lowly as he gripped onto your head further.

you whimpered a little bit as you held onto his strong thighs as you worked yourself onto his cock. you felt the buzz in your head as you continued to move your head.

"this is how i like you. i don't get why you don't understand that. most would kill for a chance to be in your spot. but you get it so easily." he said in a low, harsh tone.

you whined a little bit and arched your back. you felt your body splashed with heat. you trembled a little bit with a certain want. max verstappen knew how to play you like a fiddle. he knew how to take you apart and put all your pieces back together as he liked them.

"such a good girl for me. i'm glad i got a hold of you before you became a slut. now you can't cum on anyone's dick but mine." he said harshly.

in the back corner of the library you gave him head. your brain felt unfocused as he bullied the tip up against your pretty throat. he wanted to bruise it so you couldn't talk for a few days.

"no need to speak words, liefje. not when your boyfriend could do all the talking for you." he said and the words marked on your brain and made your core soaked.

"max." you tried to say with his cock in your mouth.

"shush." he said.

you looked at him once more before his grip on you started to tighten even more. he pushed his cock up against your throat once more, you knew it would be bruised come morning.

you whined and relaxed yourself enough for him to finish down your throat. he groaned and held onto you as he finished in your mouth. you tasted the saltiness down your throat. and your mind went little a blurry for a moment.

when you got your mouth off his cock, you rested your face on his thigh and looked up at him. max was almost sweet when he brushed the side of your face.

"you should be studying how to make me feel good. stupid little thing already knows enough about english." he pinched your cheeks, "be my bride."

you pouted a little, your lips glossed with spit and pre cum, "no, max."

he sighed before he gripped your hair again, "enough thinking. get on the table. i'm not done with you." max knew you inside and out, no other man on campus could compare to him. he'll teach you eventually, that his love was the only one you needed.

[halsteadlover]

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

*Pics not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Female!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Reader is a nurse and while she’s on duty someone man from the or goes crazy because he wants to be threaded immediately and she tries to calm him down, but he loses his mind and with a pocket knife he has he accidentally hurts her cutting her on her face after which he’s escorted out by the security. Connor and reader are together and as soon as he hears about the incident, he run to her all worried. He cleans her wound.

• Warnings: brief mention of blood, wounds, use of knife, curse words, let me know if I missed something.

• Word count: 3453.

• A/N: it’s been a while since I post and I hate how this turned out bye, please have mercy on me, university is kicking my ass and I have to study for my last exams so I’m trying to write something between lunch break and during the evening. I know it’s not so good 😭 but beside that I missed you all so much, I hope you’re all aright ❤️

A sudden noise caught your attention, making you turn your head towards the entrance of the ER.

The morning seemed relatively quiet, there were patients in the waiting room, doctors and nurses doing their normal work.

You looked around before heading towards the waiting room where you had heard the commotion and noticed a man standing in the middle of the room, a pocket knife in his hand that he was waving vehemently. He was completely out of his mind.

“I want a doctor! Now!” He shouted while all the other terrified patients started running away..

“Sir, put that knife down! Right now!” exclaimed the security guard.

“I’m fucking sick! I want a doctor right now or I’ll kill you all!”

“Sir please,” you spoke in a calm and gentle tone, taking small steps towards him, your hands clearly visible to show him you weren’t a threat, that you wouldn’t do anything to him.

“Y/Ln please stay back, I’ll take care of this,” the guard spoke but you didn’t listen. You couldn’t just turn around and walk away as if nothing was happening.

“I’m a nurse,” you continued while keeping your gaze on the enraged man, “How about you put the knife down and I call a doctor right now? You could come with me to one of the rooms while a doctor comes to examine you.”

“Stay back you bitch! I want a doctor now!” he shouted even louder than before and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

Despite your outward calm, your heart was pounding with fear, especially when the man continued to wave that knife around like it was a toy. You mentally breathed a sigh of relief as you saw the last patient had run away.

“Sir, can you tell me your name please?” You continued. “Do you have your medical records with you so we can take a look at it?”

He approached you in a threatening manner and you spontaneously took a few steps back before the guard stood in front of you to protect you.

“I just called the police, you have five minutes to leave or I will have you arrested immediately.”

At those words the man seemed to get even angrier, something you hadn’t even thought was possible. You let out a scream as the man threw himself on Dave – the guard – who was taken by surprise and got hit.

You only realized what had happened afterwards. Only when you saw Dave’s white uniform shirt turn red you realized he had been stabbed.

You didn’t know what was going through your mind at that moment. You only knew you wanted to get that man off of Dave.

You lunged at him, trying to grab the knife from his hand, which allowed the attacker to take his attention off Dave for a moment, though to your detriment, since it ended up on you.

You screamed as he fell on top of you. Your hands tried to keep his arm away from you but you couldn’t stop him from cutting your cheek.

It burned like a motherfucker but it wasn’t the time to think about the pain, not when that bastard was about to kill you.

“Hey! Get off her!” You heard voices shouting and mentally sighed in relief when you no longer felt his weight on your body. You immediately moved away from him, sliding further back on the floor as you sat up, only to see Will and other doctors and nurses holding the man down and injecting what you assumed was a sedative into his arm.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Y/n! Oh god are you okay?” Will asks immediately after walking over to you and helping you up.

You nodded. “Dave… He was stabbed…”

“They already brought him in. He’s on his way to the OR.”

You looked over to where the guard had been lying and only then you realized he was indeed gone. When had they taken him away?

“Are you okay? You hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

Will’s eyes widened as he focused on your cheek. “Shit, you’re not fine. He cut your face.”

You touched your cheek and when you looked at your blood-stained fingertips, you remembered that he had actually hit you.

“It’s just a scratch, I’m fine.”

“Rhodes is going to lose his shit,” Will muttered in a low voice as he looked at your wound. “Come on, I’ll disinfect it. It doesn’t look deep enough to need stitches.”

But Will was right.

Connor really lost his shit.

After years it was no secret you two were together. Everyone knew how protective he was of you and this had often sparked jokes, pranks and teasing from your friends who did nothing but mock him for his overprotectiveness.

He was in the OR closing up a patient after a routine surgery when he heard the interns murmuring something.

“What are you whispering about?” He asked, not being able to make out what they were saying.

“Uhm…” One of them cleared their throat, “We heard there was an attack in the ER, a man with a knife went nuts.”

Connor’s eyes immediately snapped to them, the forceps and suture in his hand frozen, almost about to fall, and even though most of his face was obscured by his mask, his eyes quickly showed his emotions.

His first thought was you.

He knew you were on duty that morning and he couldn’t help but let his nerves heat up.

“Was anyone hurt?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm and his hands steady as he finished stitching up the patient. There was no need to freak out. You were fine, if anything happened someone would’ve called him.

“I don’t know how many people, I just heard that a security guard was injured but they’re already treating him, he should be in surgery right now.”

Connor nodded, his throat tight as he concentrated on finishing the surgery. He tried to keep his focus solely on the patient because even though the surgery was almost over, the patient deserved nothing less than one hundred percent of his attention. He couldn’t afford to be distracted since complications were always around the corner.

“Someone page Nurse Y/Ln,” he ordered, his eyes on the patient as he stitched even though his mind was racing. He needed to hear your voice, to know you were really fine.

No one answered and there was a moment of silence. It was only a moment but to him it felt like an eternity.

“Now!” He raised his voice, letting the anger, worry, and crippling anxiety he was feeling shine through.

“Dr. Rhodes, we already tried to page her but she’s not answering,” a nurse said fearfully, terrified of his reaction.

“Fuck,” he cursed through gritted teeth. “Someone go find her then instead of standing there like idiots!”

Everyone exchanged a look and the intern who had spoken earlier immediately left the OR, running towards the emergency room. The entire hospital knew how much he doted on you, how he lived for you only, how much he loved you, how crazy he was for you, so they were all holding their breath while waiting for some kind of update.

Silence reigned in the OR, Connor didn’t bother to show the residents what he was doing, he just kept stitching the patient.

His voice was flat, almost like a robot, his hands was steady, his back straight, but only he knew how anxiety was twisting his stomach almost making him threw up. “Keep page her, I want to know where the hell my fiancée is!” was all he exclaimed.

“Nothing yet, doctor.”

“Dr. Blake went to check and he’ll be here shortly, but just take a breath, everything will be fine,” a nurse allowed herself to say and he looked up to glare at her.

“That’s my fiancée we’re talking about, my future wife, it’ll be fine only when I hear from her,” he spat venomously and she nodded – not wanting to contradict him when he wasn’t thinking clearly – before he turned his attention back to the patient.

He hated this situation.

He wasn’t giving his full attention to the surgery and he hated that.

Please god let her be okay.

Only five minutes had passed since the intern had left but to him it seemed like years went by and only when he saw him return he momentarily breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone’s faces were covered by masks but Connor only had to look into the intern’s eyes, even if only for a couple of seconds, to understand the news weren’t as good as he had hoped. He knew that look, he had used it hundreds of thousands of times to communicate unpleasant news to the patient’ families.

“Where is she?” he asked abruptly, alternating his gaze between the intern and the patient.

“She’s fine sir, doctor... She...” he paused briefly and sighed, “She was slightly hurt, but she’s fine, I swear she’s fine... She’s alert and only has a small wound. She asked me to tell you to stay calm and just focus on the surgery…”

But Connor didn’t hear anything that resident said except those three words.

She was hurt.

You had been hurt.

“Fucking hell.”

“The attacker has been sedated and handcuffed to the bed and they’re waiting for the cops,” he continued, trying somehow to reassure Connor. “Dr. Rhodes, seriously, it’s just a small graze I saw it and she’s fine you understand? She’s fine.”

He didn’t answer.

He was silent for the rest of the surgery, not saying a single word.

But as soon as he was out of the OR, Connor literally flew to the emergency room, his cap still in his hand.

He needed to see you, he needed to know you were actually fine.

“April, where’s Y/n?” he asked as soon as he got to the nurses' station.

“She’s okay, Dr. Rhodes...”

“Where the hell is my fiancée?!” He cut her off abruptly, raising his voice and not even letting her finish her sentence. He didn’t mean to be rude but he was out of his mind in that moment and didn’t care about anything or anyone that weren’t you.

She pointed to trauma room one and he ran there before she could say or do anything else. He jerked the closed curtain open and his heart stopped when he saw you sitting on the bed.

“Baby…” he breathed out as if he had taken a breath of oxygen for the first time after hours when he realized – even if it took him too many endless seconds in his opinion – that you were actually fine, you were awake, alert and looking at him with a scared expression.

“Connor, baby, I’m…” you started but it was as if he was in a state of shock. Connor seemed to have realized that Will was there only after endless moments and that he was taking care of the wound on your face.

“Will, I’ll take care of it now, thanks,” he spoke, his eyes never leaving yours. Will nodded, realizing it was time to leave the two of you alone, and tossed away the gauze he was using to clean your wound before leaving the room, closing the curtain again.

“Baby I swear I’m fine, it’s just a little scratch…”

He came closer and before he could say something his arms were already around your body and he was holding you close to his chest. He hugged you so tightly as if it was the first time in years that he saw you again.

He felt your arms return his hug, rest on his back and caress him gently and it was only then that he had finally regained some sense.

You were fine, you were really fine.

You were hugging him.

But he was about to collapse on the ground, his legs feeling like jelly.

“Who did this to you?” he whispered while his lips print kisses at the top of your head, deeply inhaling the scent of your shampoo as if it was oxygen and he had been deprived of it.

“I don’t know who that man was. He just… He really was out of his mind, he wanted immediate care and he wouldn’t listen to anyone. Everyone run away. We tried to calm him down but he had a knife… Dave was hurt…” you finished the last sentence with a sob, bursting into tears there in Connor’s arms, your lifeline and right that second, as he held you, you knew everything would be alright.

“Where is he? I’ll kill that son of a bitch with my own hands,” he furiously retorted and started to move away from you but you held him back by his uniform. “No, no, no please baby… Please don’t leave me, stay here with me.”

You looked at him with those big eyes of yours, filled with tears, a destroyed expression on your face and Connor held you again, squeezing his eyes closed in an attempt to stay calm and not go crazy.

“Shh, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving you okay? I’m here with you. It’s okay my love, you’re okay, Dave also will be okay too,” he kept whispering as you cried in his arms.

“I was so… I was so scared…”

His heart tightened with pain as he heard your voice broken by tears. Very few other times in his life he had been so angry and all of those the times were about his father or something that had happened to you.

“I know baby but it’s over, you’re safe now. I won’t let anything happen to you again you hear me? You’re safe,” he kept whispering, trying to keep a sweet and calm tone even though he was shaking so much he was about to have a seizure.

He couldn’t even imagine what you felt in those moments, how scared you felt but despite this tried to stop the attacker. He hated knowing all this was happening a few steps away from him, he hated he hadn’t been there to protect you.

God only knew how he would’ve killed anyone on this planet just to prevent a single scratch from scarring you.

He pulled away from the hug and literally felt his stomach twist on itself when he saw the cut on your cheek. He stroked your hair gently, trying to calm you down.

“You were so good and so brave, I’m so proud of you baby you know that right?” He kissed your forehead, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked into your tear-filled eyes.

You nodded.

“But I’d rather you let someone else with experience do this job okay? I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, please promise me.”

“I promise.”

He kissed your forehead again, his eyes closed for a moment and stayed in that position for a while as if trying to convince himself it wasn’t just a dream.

“Now, let me take care of your wound is it okay?” He continued and you nodded. He disinfected his hands and put on some gloves.

He tried to stop his fingers from shaking but he couldn’t, he tried to convince himself it was over but he just couldn’t. It was as if his mind couldn’t really thinking about anything that wasn’t the fact he really risked to lose you, that you might’ve been in Dave’s place, that son of a bitch might’ve taken away from him.

He took a deep breath, turning his back to you so as not to make you worry even more than you already were.

Connor approached you again and gently took your face in one hand, turning your head slightly so he could observe the wound. Luckily it wasn’t deep, it didn’t even need stitches, but that didn’t make him feel any better. It was just a reminder he wasn’t there to protect you.

“It’s going to sting a little.”

“I know baby, don’t worry.”

He could feel your eyes on him as he tried to stay focused and disinfect your cheek, but he didn’t look back, he knew he’d break down and you didn’t need that after what you went through.

His free hand rested on your healthy cheek as he drew imaginary circles on your skin, completely involuntarily.

“Baby?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’re shaking,” you whispered.

He let out a small sigh before sightly stepping away and turning his back to you. His fingers were shaking and he felt terribly guilty for being the one to have that reaction, because you were the one in that horrible situation, you were the one who had faced that crazy guy and you were the one who got hurt.

But he was the one who was at risk of losing you and the thought of it took the air from his lungs, it made him unable to breathe.

Was it dramatic? Probably yes. But he didn’t care. Knowing something had happened to you was destroying him.

“Baby, hey, talk to me.”

Your sweet and gentle tone made his eyes fill with tears, but he didn’t want to cry, not right there in front of you. He felt your fingers curl around his, as if to encourage him to turn towards you again.

“C’mon, look at me,” you spoke again when he continued to pretend to look and analyze your wound.

He then met your eyes, full of concern, and he couldn’t hold back any longer, letting a tear escape down his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be the one crying,” he tried to ease the tension. His heart exploded when you smiled at him and placed a hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears that had escaped with your thumb.

“Look at me carefully, okay?” You urged. “I’m fine, love, nothing happened…”

“I know, I know,” he smiled through silent tears, “But it literally hurts my heart to know you are in danger, even if it’s just for a second. God baby, you really don’t understand how much my existence depends on you, how much I would give my life just for you to be safe. I would die if anything happened to you and…” He sniffed. “T-the fact I wasn’t there to help you and protect you… It makes me feel so sick I can’t breathe.” He put a hand on his chest, right there where it hurt so bad. You put your hand on his as the other one continued to wipe away his tears. “I was so fucking scared.”

In response you tugged at the collar of his uniform and kissed him, both of you tasting the saltiness of your tears. “I love you so much Connor, god, I love you so fucking much. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you whispered against his lips and he kissed you again till both of you couldn’t breathe, before pulling away and hugging you again.

“I love you so much more.” Connor rested his cheek at the top of your head as he held you, constantly leaving kisses on your hair and being especially careful not to touch your bruised cheek. “I swear, I will lock you in a cellar and throw away the key for all the heart attacks you give me. How the hell do you always end up in these situations?”

You let out a small laugh, relieved that he had calmed down. “Faults of being an ER nurse, you always meet crazy people.”

“Well I’ll ask to change your department. How about gynecology? Oh wait, dermatology is even better.”

You pulled away from him, tilting your head slightly so you could look him in the face. “I know you would never do that.”

He sighed, stroking your hair and drying the tears on your face. “No, but locking yourself in a cellar? Absolutely, I can’t die of a heart attack before I’m forty.”

“Look at you Dr. Rhodes, so worried about your fiancée.”

He gave you a fake glare. “I don’t play about you baby, I think I scared the crap out of the surgical team, they probably think I’m batshit crazy now. Worrying about you is an understatement.”

You giggle, imagining the way he was barking orders and shouting in the OR. “You’re really the best thing that has ever happened to me you know that right? I’m so glad I can always count on you.”

“Always baby, I’m always with you.” He smiled softly before kissing the tip of you nose. “How about we put a band-aid on this so we can get out of here?” He then kissed your forehead and you smiled again.

“Get out of here? But our shift isn’t over yet.”

“I’m sure Goodwin will understand the circumstances, I have no other scheduled surgeries and if they need a surgeon, Dr. Latham is available. I just want to go home and hold you until you’re out of breath. Plus you’re still shaking and I want you to rest.”

You slightly smiled again and nodded, without even thinking about it twice. “I’m in, Dr. Rhodes.”

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[thewertsearch]

The Doctor is in.

And they're a bit of a pattern-breaker, aren't they?

We've already used up every permutation of GCAT, to the point where the post-Scratch Players have been forced to share Persterchum initials with their predecessors. UranianUmbra has evidently decided they're not going to bother with all that nonsense, and has chosen a completely original handle.

That's not the only pattern they're breaking, either. Instead of pestering, trolling or bothering Jane, UU claims to be cheering her. To me, it reads as a little too saccharine for comfort - as though Umbra is trying a little too hard to seem non-threatening.

UU: good morning, lovely. ^u^ GG: Why, hellooooooo. UU: so i gUess today is finally the day yoU make everything better.

Also, they're aping Karkat's original Pesterlog, which does nothing to allay my suspicions.

Karkat originally portrayed himself as a huge asshole, but was slowly revealed to be a pretty nice guy - so, when someone uses his words, but places themselves on the opposite side of the coin, I'm obviously going to be primed for another inversion.

UU: it is the day whereafter the legendary octet of mUtUal progenitoriety will come together and heal a great breach in paradox space.

Mutual progenitoriety sounds like a phenomenon where two or more entities are responsible for each other's creation.

It's been explored extensively in art, science and philosophy, and the concept fits very well into a self-generating cosmology such as Homestuck's.

I don't think Umbra is referring to the Reacharound, though - if nothing else, the Reacharound had nothing to do with Jane. After all, her session is supposed to create an entirely new universe, and has nothing whatsoever to do with Alternia.

Unless...

...one of my oldest, most ambitious theories was right all along.

UU: a day delivered throUgh eighty billion years and foUr distinct Universal instances worth of Unfathomable tUrbUlence. UU: and while the emerald eye of this storm is fixed in the abyss forever

I assume the 'emerald eye' is the Green Sun. As one of Sburb's most critical components, it holds a place of extreme importance in the cosmos.

Which, let us remind ourselves, is a bad thing. The Sun was, after all, created on the orders of Doc Scratch, and its existence means that English can exert his influence over every session with a First Guardian - which, I'm pretty sure, is every single session.

The fact that the thing is apparently here forever is probably the worst news we've heard all Act - assuming, of course, that UU is telling the truth.

UU: today yoU are poised to escape its scowl once and for all.

Umbra seems to be implying that there's somewhere completely outside the Sun's domain - some part of reality where the mechanism of Skaia no longer applies.

That's certainly news to me - but hey, if that's an option, count me the fuck in.

UU: by skaias gUiding light, yoU may leave behind its tUrning arms of bright coloUrs and mayhem, and secUre peace for yoUr cosmic progeny for all dUration.

That said; even if you can escape into a Sburbless reality, Sburb will still exist. Skaia's mechanism will still be there, right behind you, and English will still be pulling it apart at the seams.

Like, sure. Escape the game, find a home, restore your species - but don't just abandon the multiverse to its fate. English is killing trillions, and it almost sounds like UranianUmbra is trying to convince you to let him.

[badkitty3000]

I write exclusively Number Five Hargreeves fanfiction. If you have any requests for one shots featuring Five x reader-insert or my original characters, please let me know! Use the Ask Me Anything button for requests but please read my rules first. I may not be able to accommodate all requests, however. Thank you for understanding! ❤️

The only "rules" I have are as follows ( no judgement to anyone, I just have my preferences):

Five will be aged up to at least 17 or 18 (body wise) or older

Five is an old man underneath it all, so no teenage romances or crushes

No rape/non-con, but dub-con is ok

No ABO, hardcore BDSM, Yandere

I will not be writing any Five/Lila ships, sorry!

*Updated January 2025*

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It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

Five x Female reader-insert, two chapters, co-authored by @kaybreezy3000, 13k words

Summary: A life with Five Hargreeves is always full of fun surprises but bring on the holidays and watch out.

Warnings: Smut

It's A Wonderful Life, Five Hargreeves

Five x Female OC, 22.5k, multi-chapter, cross-posted on AO3

Summary: Five years after he and his siblings were abandoned by their father, and with no powers, Number Five is visited by his guardian angel. An annoyingly chipper woman that is anything but your typical angel. When he is unable to get rid of her, he finally gives in and she shows him what it means to be grateful for what he has and to stop pushing his family away. Inspired by both A Christmas Carol and It's A Wonderful Life.

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, rough/angry sex, but also sweet sex, little bit of Daddy kink, corny sexual innuendos

Coming Down Your Chimney

Five x Female Reader, 6.5k words, One-shot, reader request

Summary: You and Five are trying to start a family. He dresses in a Santa suit for Diego and Lila's kids. You fuck him in the suit.

Warnings: Smut, mild breeding kink, Santa kink?

Powerless

Five x Female Reader, 9.5k words, One-shot, reader request

Summary: You have had your eye on Five since he first started at the university. Eventually you build up a friendship, but even though you pick up a few hints that maybe he wants something more, you just can't bring yourself to act on it. Luckily, Five has more than enough confidence for the both of you.

Warnings: Smut, dominant Five, explicit sex

La classe d'arte: The Art Class

POV Five x Female OC, 11.4k words, one-shot

Summary: When Five accidentally stumbles into an art class with an attractive nude model, things take a turn from awkward embarrassment to hot and steamy when she asks him out on a date. Five may be inexperienced at times, but he knows how to deliver when it counts, and this is no exception. Unlocking a certain linguistic kink gives Five the ego boost he needs to rock her world like the man in charge he always is

Warnings: Masturbation, Smut

You Can't Go Home Again: Chapters 1 and 2

Chapters 3 and 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Five-centric Season 3 Rewrite, Multi-chapter, Finished, 29k words

Summary: All Five wants to do is rest. But when yet another apocalypse threatens to doom them all, he doesn't have that luxury. This time, the only solution for the Hargreeves to try and save the world is to unite Five with another, alternate version of himself.

Five starts to spiral when he is faced with the alternate life that he could have had, if only he hadn't gone and ruined everything. But maybe, just maybe, there's still time for him to obtain the happy ending he deserves.

Warnings: None

Forced Confinement: Friends To Enemies To Lovers

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 5.7k words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: You and Five used to be friends. That is, until he got you stuck in the endless cycle of time traveling trains and no way home. Now he is the last person you want to be stuck with at the end of the world. But, after months of resentment and bickering, you and Five finally work out your differences

Warnings: Smut, sex, masturbation

One Fateful Day

Five x Single Mom Reader-Insert, 5,000 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five finds friendship and a blossoming romance where he least expected it

Warnings: None

One Fateful Day - Part 2

Five x Single Mom Reader-Insert, 5.8k words, one-shot, sequel

Summary: A year after your fateful meeting at the park, Five is now a huge part of you and your daughter's life

Warnings: Smut

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 6,700 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five was doing his best to resist you. You were too young for him. Too eager. But when he decided to try and scare you straight, he got a little more than he bargained for. That's when he realized maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, everyone is an adult

World's Collide

Multiple Fives x Multiple Female OCs/Readers, 6,976 words, one-shot, co-authored with @kaybreezy3000

Summary: A steaming hot and humorous deli Five story, and An Ode To All The Fives We’ve Loved Before.

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex

You Made It Weird. Real Fucking Weird

A platonic!Five x Lila sort of fix it for season four, 2607 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five comforts Lila with a mixture of his usual snark, sweetness, and honesty when she has a major breakdown after being away from her family for so long. NO smut! NO romance! Purely friendship. I do not ship these two!

Warnings: None

Five's Audition Tape

Five x Female OC, 4,179 words, one-shot

Summary: Vivian catches Five singing in the shower and secretly records the evidence. When she's caught, she tries to hide from him, which ends in some major rearranging of their kitchen pantry. What she doesn't know, though, is that their little closet bang is not the private moment they intended.

Warnings: Smut, closet sex

A Company Man

Five, The Handler, 2,415 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: A short one-shot about Five and The Handler when he first got to the commission and how she is the master of manipulation and messing with his mind.

Warnings: None

Breaking The Rules

Five x Plus Size Reader, 8,159 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: You and Five work at the Commission and you're shocked to learn that maybe he doesn't always have a thing for thin girls. He likes you just the way you are.

Warnings: Smut, slight Daddy kink

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

Five x Unnamed Female Character, Five x Dolores, 6,078 words, one-shot, reader request (but also already on AO3 with a couple small changes)

Summary: Five is trying his hardest to be in a real relationship with someone that cares about him. When he comes across a familiar face in a thrift shop window, all of his dreams of normalcy are dashed. And he can't help the decades-old feelings that resurface.

Warnings: Smut, Doll fetishization, Five is not in a good place mentally

Tamed

Five x Unnamed Female Character, 8,141 words, reader request, one-shot

Summary: Five is living his retirement dream, but he's still in his 20-year old body, and he's bored with his unexciting life. All that changes after a chance meeting with an "older" woman that thinks she's going to teach him a few things in the bedroom. But she soon realizes that he already knows what he's doing. And just like everything else Number Five does, he does it very very well.

Warnings: Smut, Edging, Physical age difference (older woman, younger man), everyone is an adult

Coercion

Five x Female Reader, 5,202 words, reader request, one-shot

Summary: You and Five are working as trained assassins and you're not exactly happy with him

Warnings: Smut, Sub Five, oral sex, light bondage, light dom/sub

Daddy's Home

Five x Female Reader, 3,273 words, one-shot

Summary: Taken from a longer fic of mine and turned into a reader-insert. Five wants you naked and waiting for him when he gets home.

Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink

The Contest

Five x Female OC, 5,751 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five and Vivian find themselves under the influence of an aphrodisiac. So, naturally, they turn it into a sexy competition.

Warnings: Explicit sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, dirty talk

Your Touch

Five x Female OC, 3318 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Cute, fluffy drabbles of Five and his wife and their everyday life of being madly in love. No smut!

Warnings: None

Five Hargreeves NSFW Headcanons

Just a list of random smutty headcanons that I have for Five

Warnings: Smut

In Sickness And In Health

Five x Female OC, 4437 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Thank you for the request!! Here's a funny/sweet/smutty one-shot of Five taking care of his sick wife like the sexy softy he is. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: explicit sex, Daddy kink

No Escape

Five x Female OC, 8045 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five is forced into assassin mode when Vivian is put in danger by another Commission agent. He must not be very smart, though, because no one in their right mind would dare lay a hand on Five's girl.

Warnings: blood, violence, smut at the end but can be skipped and won't affect the story

Room For One More

Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, Five x Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, 7192 words, one-shot

Summary: Five and Klaus head out to the bar to celebrate their birthday. When they catch the eye of the attractive bartender, she decides to give them a very special birthday present. The only catch is they have to share.

Warnings: M/M/F, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee -Chapters 1-6

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee-Chapters 7-9

Five x Female Reader, Klaus x Female Reader, 50,497 words, 9 chapters

Summary: You and Klaus are in a casual relationship. No ties, just sex. When you start spending a lot of time at his apartment, you somehow manage to break through his brother's prickly outer shell. He seems to like you, or at least tolerate you the best that Five can. When you start to realize that maybe there is more than just mutual friendship between the two of you, it opens up a lot of feelings and unanswered questions. And a lot of problems.

Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink

Physical Fitness

Five x Female Reader, 2800 words, one-shot

Summary: Five has been distant lately, but you discover all he needs is a good workout to get his mind back on you again

Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink

Lewd Public Acts

Five x Female OC, 7,412 words, one-shot

Summary: Getting busy in a public space with people around? The idea of someone witnessing everything becomes a turn on for Five's wife, and he is definitely up for the challenge. After all, he can never deny her anything. And, let's face it; there might be something in it for him, too.

Warnings: Explicit sex

Addicted

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 3,199 words, one-shot

Summary: Sometimes our bodies get a taste of something so good that it's nearly impossible to quit. No matter how bad it is for us. And right now that something is Five Hargreeves.

Warnings: Sex, little bit of blood kink

Weak

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4,891 words, one-shot, continuation of Addicted, from Five's POV.

Summary: Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries to hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.

Warnings: Explicit sex, rough sex

Strength

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4,427 words, one-shot, continuation of Addicted and Weak

Summary: Five is finally strong enough to give in to his true feelings and tell you how he feels. You are strong enough to let him.

Warnings: Sex

The Download

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 31, 310 words, 5 chapters

Chapters 1 and 2

Chapters 3, 4, and 5

Summary: It's the end of the world and everyone you know is gone. After you find yourself at the Hotel Obsidian, you realize you have something in common with the rest of the remaining population. When Number Five takes a particular interest in you, and your special ability, the evening turns into much more than you expected. The universe may be hours away from imploding, but you and Five are going out with a bang.

Warnings: Explicit sex, praise kink, rough sex, Five is physically 17, reader is 30

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Halo (Series)

Five x Female OC multi-part series that follows Five and his eventual wife, Vivian, through many stages of their life together. 5 parts total.

All parts in this series rated E for explicit sex.

Halo

First part in series, 25,460 words, 7 chapters

Summary: What starts as a one-night stand eventually turns into a growing romance. Number Five and Vivian are drawn to one another, despite their initial resistance. However, Five's past makes a relationship difficult and she has some issues of her own. Despite an unhealthy codependency, their lives are intertwined. For better or for worse.

Hole In My Soul

Second part in series, 30,903 words, 11 chapters

Summary: Vivian and Five now have an established relationship and are in love. She melds easily into the Hargreeves family as Five finally discloses their relationship to his siblings. But some disturbing behavior from Five makes Viv re-evaluate her choices. Will their love for one another be enough when life throws them a curve ball and they have some tough decisions to make?

Just Like Heaven

Third part in series, 25,362 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Vivian and Five have been actively trying to start a family, but to no avail. The stress is wearing on them both and it's affecting their once solid relationship. With the last few months left on Five's Commission contract, he is looking forward to putting that part of his life in the past. However, Viv is soon confronted with a harsh truth that puts their relationship in jeopardy.

Promise To Kill

Fourth part in series, 86,881 words, 12 chapters

Summary: Five is married to the love of his life, with a young son, and the retirement life he always dreamed. Everything is perfect. Which should have been Five's first clue that something was going to go wrong. A new discovery involving his child leads to a horrible family tragedy. The Umbrella Academy has to step up to save the day and Five's family.

Our Forever

Fifth and final part in series, 32,175 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Five's never been great with healthy coping skills. Even after all this time. When he is faced with a horrible tragedy and he doesn't know how to cope, he blames himself, as usual. But this time, it seems it can't be fixed. Until a sudden vision from beyond makes him realize that maybe he can after all.

Five/Vivian One-Shot Series

Five x OC collection of one-shots that show little glimpses into Five and Vivian's life over the years, in no particular order or timeline. 11 works in total.

All works in this series rated E or M for explicit sex/smut (except for one - rated G)

Damaged 3,210 words

Extra Credit 6,436 words

Piece de Resistance aka The French Lady Incident 7,999 words

The New Neighbor 7,136 words

Coming And Going 5,491 words

Let's Hear It For The Boy 7,508 words

You Are My Constant 19,757 words

Summary: This is technically a one-shot, but it's longer because it depicts Five and Vivian's honeymoon and contains more plot and character development

Lewd Public Acts 7,412 words (posted on Tumblr)

Take Me To Church 6,465 words

No Escape 8,045 words (posted on Tumblr)

Your Touch 3,361 words (posted on Tumblr) RATED G

Five's Audition Tape 4,179 words (posted on Tumblr)

Trick Or Treat: Sexy And Sweet 6,488 words

Works separate from my series:

The Sexual Awakenings Of Mr. Number Five Hargreeves

Five x Various Female OCs, 40,516 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Relatively speaking, it wasn’t that long ago that Five was a total moron when it came to sex, and women in general. Having spent his most formative years isolated and alone, once he was thrown back into society, his lack of experience was obvious.... And even though he tried not to let it bother him, he quickly realized that it did. It bothered him a lot.

Rated E for explicit sex

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

Five x Female OC (unnamed), Five x Dolores, 6,029 words, one-shot

Summary: Five is trying his hardest to be in a real relationship with someone that cares about him. When he comes across a familiar face in a thrift shop window, all of his dreams of normalcy are dashed. And he can't help the decades-old feelings that resurface.

Rated M for smut/sex

The Assassin's Date

Five x Female OC, 59,057 words, 9 chapters

Summary: After saving the world, Five Hargreeves is working as an independent hitman for hire. When a tough and beautiful woman is witness to one of his crimes, the last thing Five wants to do is kill her. Instead, he makes her a deal. If she goes on one date with him, he'll let her live. When she agrees, he can't help but notice that the date might be fake, but his feelings are real.

Rated E for explicit sex

All Apologies

Five, The Hargreeves Siblings, Five x Dolores, 21,892 words, 4 chapters

Summary: All Five had wanted to do was to keep his family safe, and away from their father. As the young Umbrella Academy pull further away from one another, Five desperately tries to make them see that their only chance at a happy life is to get out from under Reginald's rule. His methods of convincing, however, lead to misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and typical Hargreeves drama. Years later, when Five is alone with only Dolores to talk to, he finds himself thinking back on all of his mistakes.

Rated T for teen (language, mentions of masturbation)

The Download

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 31,310 words, 5 chapters (also posted on Tumblr)

Summary: It's the end of the world and everyone you know is gone. After you find yourself at the Hotel Obsidian, you realize you have something in common with the rest of the remaining population. When Number Five takes a particular interest in you, and your special ability, the evening turns into much more than you expected. The universe may be hours away from imploding, but you and Five are going out with a bang.

Rated E for explicit sex

The Text Mess

Five, Klaus, 5,576, one-shot, co-authored by KayBreezy

Summary: With no apocalypse looming, and Reginald gone, left with their powers but not much else, the Hargreeves were finally getting to figure out life on their own terms. Number Five was doing what he always did. He was surviving and doing his best to move on from his traumatic past, though the success of that endeavor was evident in the day-to-day reality of his new self-inflicted dark and lonely existence. And then along came Klaus...

Rated T for teen (sexual references, clothed dick pics)

Full Circle

Five x Female OC, 96,272 words, 14 chapters

Summary: Even without an apocalypse to head off, Five has lived a hard life. Physical and emotional abuse from his father, along with devastating heartbreak; this is all he knows throughout his teenage years. As an adult, he becomes a Mafia Hitman. And not a Hitman with a heart of gold. After years of childhood trauma, Five is willing to kill, no questions asked, for the crime family he works for. When the one person in his life that ever meant anything to him shows up ten years later, he's willing to love and be loved again. But everything comes at a price.

Rated E for explicit sex, threats of rape, violence, child abuse

It's A Wonderful Life, Five Hargreeves

Five x Female OC, 22,594 words, 5 chapters

Summary: Five years after he and his siblings were abandoned by their father, and with no powers, Number Five is visited by his guardian angel. An annoyingly chipper woman that is anything but your typical angel. When he is unable to get rid of her, he finally gives in and she shows him what it means to be grateful for what he has and to stop pushing his family away. Inspired by both A Christmas Carol and It's A Wonderful Life.

Rated E for explicit sex

Duality

Five x Reader, multi-chapter, in progress

Summary:

Four years after Reginald's reset of the universe, Five still cannot rest. Working with Diego for the CIA, he is convinced the new world is a simulation designed and controlled by their former father, and he devotes his entire life to gathering the evidence. When an inexplicable force leads Five directly to you, the two of you become bonded in a way you never thought possible. Unfortunately, your bond may be the beginning of the end.

Now Five has a new mission: save your love and save the world

*A Season 3/Season 4 mash-up AU*

Rated E for explicit sex

[nadvs]

Would you ever write reader and rafe running into ty at a frat party or something a few years into college and how that would go down? Or just what would ever happen if they saw him again?

omg yes!! rafe is so protective that he doesn’t even give ty a chance to see her 😭

set in the home before dark universe

she would be unable to erase the date ty’s set to be released from prison from her mind. at that point, she graduated and is working and engaged and living with rafe and every time she sees the date on her phone even weeks leading up to when he’ll be let out, she feels like she’s just as scared as she was the night he broke in.

the day before, she mentions it to rafe. he remembered. he hoped she didn’t. he can see the emptiness in her gaze. it’s the same look he saw when she went to the police to file the restraining order, the same look he saw throughout the trial. it’s like she gets so scared that her mind goes blank to keep her from losing it.

he loves her too much to allow her to relive any of it.

rafe calls the lawyer who helped her through the case, asking what to do if ty tries to contact his fiancée. she tells him the protective order has lapsed at this point and ty technically can be in her vicinity, can even talk to her, and he wouldn’t be breaking any laws.

rafe is fuming. but he’s not surprised. he always found the law to be senseless. and he knows he’ll have to take matters into his own hands.

within a day, rafe tracks him down. night has just fallen as he pounds on ty’s front door, in a rundown dingy apartment building on the south side of the island, purposely covering the peephole.

when ty opens the door, he wavers in fear, trying to swing the door shut but rafe already has a foot in the space.

ty shuffles backwards, clearly terrified of the man who shot him years ago.

“what do you want?” he asks rafe, trying to sound steady. “what are you doing here?”

“you need to leave town,” rafe tells him. “do you understand? go wherever the fuck you want. i don’t give a shit where. but leave.”

rafe feels the side of him he hasn’t felt in a long time coming out. pure rage boils through him. he could kill this man for the mark he left on the love of his life. he could do it with his bare hands.

“you think i don’t want to?” ty says, up against a wall now. “my parents cut me off after… listen, i don’t want to be here. everyone knows me. they know what happened. i’d love to get off this fucking island. but this is all i can afford right now.”

rafe considers him, his fists clenched at his sides. and he realizes things are different now. he can’t just give into his aggressive impulses whenever he wants. his choices affect her. he’s building a life with her.

he could kill ty. honestly, he would. but to put her through the consequences of committing a crime like that isn’t worth it for rafe. no matter how much he loathes the person he’s looking at right now.

“how much?” rafe asks through gritted teeth. “how much for you to be gone for good?”

he wants to die at the thought of giving anything to ty, but really, he knows he’s giving something to her.

ty mutters a price, more than enough for transportation to the mainland and presumably a few months of rent, but it’s hardly pocket change to rafe. he tells him he’ll wire it to him and that he needs to be gone by tomorrow night.

then, rafe steps closer to him, grabbing his collar, staring at his frightened eyes.

“if i see you around here,” rafe threatens, “if i even hear about you around here, and i swear to god, if you try to get near her, i’ll kill you. do you understand?”

“yeah,” ty says shakily. “yeah. i understand.”

rafe gets home to his fiancée that night, finding her in front of the tv. she’s still not entirely herself, clearly on edge.

“hey,” she says. “where were you?”

rafe leans down, sitting next to her.

“you never have to worry about him again,” he says.

“rafe…” she says, face dropping in worry, immediately knowing who he’s talking about.

“i didn’t do anything to him,” he says. “but you won’t see him around. he’s leaving the island.”

“h-how?” she stammers.

“how about this?” rafe says, shifting closer to her. “how about i promise you that he’s gone and we never have to talk about him again? it’s like he never existed, alright?”

her eyes sweep over his face, her breathing suddenly fast.

“okay,” she finally whispers. she trusts in him wholeheartedly.

rafe confirms that ty is gone the next day, his apartment already up for rent.

for the next few weeks, he doesn’t let his girl out of his sight. he hires a private investigator, who finds ty on living in the mainland like he said he would be.

eventually, rafe can breathe easy. and when he sees her slowly acting like herself again, unafraid to go out into public, he knows he did his job.

he has always wanted to take care of her. even when they were just a couple of kids. he’ll keep her safe until his last day on earth. and by the way she falls asleep curled up to him every night, he can tell that she knows she’s protected.

as they lie in bed, her hand is on his chest, and he wonders if she knows that every one of the heartbeats she’s feeling is for her.

[frannyzooey]

On The Green: 1

Ezra x f!reader

Rating: Mature (violence, slight gore, killing - typical Ezra 😌 — will be explicit in later chapters)

Summary: Two strangers meet.

a/n: New series alert! Man alive first chapters are hard, and so I am going to yeet this into the universe before looking at it anymore. I owe everything to @bageldaddy for educating me hardcore and for being so extremely kind and thorough, and to @the-ginger-hedge-witch for her Ezra eyes and inspiration and to @familyvideostevie for her support and enthusiasm and notes. It took a VILLAGE to get through this one. Enjoy meeting our stranger. :)

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You come to surrounded by unnatural stillness.

An absence felt in the air surrounding you, there is something about it that tugs at the foggy corners of your brain, beckoning you closer to the surface. You try to listen for anything beyond the ringing in your ears, and there is…something.

A beeping sound emerging through the fog, its incessant chirping grows clearer. You blink slowly, your limbs made of lead when you try to turn your head. Instead of trying to investigate, you let yourself slip slowly back into the lush darkness, closing your eyes.  

But the strangeness of the silence tugs at you, and the beeping gets louder. 

Splices of memory come through in sharp flashes: 

The deep, bone-shaking tremble of turbulence. 

The grating sound of tearing metal. 

Beeping - so much fucking beeping, every sensor in the transport pod going off - and the whole cabin jerking to the left, your body weight pushing against the fabric restraints, your dad’s voice raw with hoarseness as he screams orders at you and –

Oh shit. Your dad. 

Your eyes pop open, and you sit up - or rather, you try to, but every muscle resists. Battered and bruised, you fumble at your harness with clumsy, shaking fingers. Looking up as it finally clicks open, you’re about to leap from the chair when you freeze. 

He’s there next to you, unmoving. 

Dead. 

“Dad?” you whisper. 

You can see without even checking for a pulse that he’s gone. That’s the feeling that pulled you awake, the vibration of life gone from the air. The stillness weighs heavy in the small space, and the beeping gets shriller somehow, more noticeable in the utter silence. 

The pod shrinks to a claustrophobic dome, and your breathing starts to come fast. Harsh, rapid exhales out of your open mouth and then you’re vomiting, right onto the floor. A cold sweat breaks out under your thermals, and you swallow hard against more bile that threatens to come up. 

There is blood splattered on the dash, pooled around the buttons. A deep gash gouged across his temple, his left eye already swollen beyond recognition. You stare at the dark, pulpy wound that runs with blood and with a heave, lose the remaining contents of your stomach. 

To have hit his head like that, he must have unbuckled and tried to fix something mid-crash, but why? Why the fuck would he do that? He knew better than that. You try to think about the sequence of events, but there is only a blur. A foggy, black spot in your memory, hazy images obscured by panic. 

You remember pieces: watching Puggart Bench grow smaller as you ascended through the atmosphere. The vague details of your father’s latest scheme, along with promises that this would be your last job. The frustration you felt at those words – ones you’ve heard a million times. 

You remember rolling your eyes and slipping on your headphones, and then scolding you for not paying attention after he jabbed you in the shoulder to take them off, and then…this. Somehow this. Guilt settles deep in your gut. 

Keeping your dazed eyes glued to the floor, you ignore the blood and beeping and the dead fucking body. You crouch low in the safety of your chair, winding your grip around the harness strap as an anchor and you sit for a moment, trying to steady your breathing. 

You sit. 

And sit. 

–

“Think she’s got anything left?”

The words spread condensation across the lower half of his visor, and Ezra listens for an answer he already knows isn’t coming. 

He always asks anyway: a constant dangling bait, in hopes his partner will bite. 

He hasn’t yet. 

Ezra bends back over the rough dug pit, his fingers splaying through the loose dirt. Anything worth digging for is sealed in his case already, but he stalls, thinking. 

He had watched the pod streak across the sky; the sight not unusual on the Green. Mercs and prospectors landed here every day to try their luck on the uninhabitable planet, but the speed in which the pod broke through the sky was unusual. Ezra could tell it was going too fast, even from the ground. His dark eyes had tracked the potential opportunity’s descent from behind the shield of his visor, and when the ground shuddered with the impact, he felt it through his gloves. 

If it had landed safety, protocol would be to keep his distance – no use needlessly engaging in a potential threat. However, he doubted that was the case after watching it fall to the earth like a stone. If he had to guess, the occupants were probably dead, and therefore, in his favor. 

His old pod flashes through his mind; nonfunctional and by now, probably stripped bare. If he doesn’t get there quickly to stake his claim, this one could fall to the same fate. It didn’t look sizeable by any stretch of the imagination, but he doesn’t need big. 

He just needs enough to fit one man, and his case. 

Ezra keeps his voice light and conversational. 

“Did you feel that?”

He looks up at his silent partner, and is met with a blank stare. Or at least Ezra assumes it’s a blank stare, with the man’s visor blackened. He can’t see his face, and has never been able to. He’s had many offers of partnership while on the Green - some out of desperation, some through coercion, some forced upon him – and though his current partner is one of the latter, he had been secretly pleased at the sheer size of him. Brute strength a valuable commodity; the hulking man is more of a utility than a partner. 

“Think it’s worthy of our time to investigate, or do you suppose there won’t be much left after a landing like that? If you want, I can go it alone?”

Met with more silence, both from his partner and from the unforgiving atmosphere of the Green, Ezra grimaces with annoyance when his partner starts to walk in the direction of the site without him. 

“Hang on now. We approach together.” Climbing out of the pit, the loose soil slips under his boots. He scrambles up as quickly as he can, unwilling to see his chance at the remains slip through his dirt-crusted fingers. 

“Now then,” he breathes heavily. “I think it would be befitting of us to use caution in our approach. The passengers may still be alive, and feeling panicked enough to pose a risk. I think –”

The hulk appears to listen to half of what Ezra says, and then turns abruptly mid-sentence, walking away. 

Snatching up his case, Ezra switches off the comm link in his helmet and his expression falls from tactful to annoyance. His eyes narrow on the man’s broad back, his fingers itching for his thrower. 

Grumbling, he follows. 

“Fucking idiot.”

–

You’re going to have to touch it. 

You wonder what it will feel like – stiff with rigor? Still pliant with traces of warmth? Heavy and impossible to move?

In all the ways you imagined you’d probably find your father dead, you somehow hadn’t thought about the logistics of actually moving his body. You imagined someone else would be the one responsible for it. Medical staff, most likely, who were used to the clammy skin and the stiff weight of death. 

Not you. 

Yet another thing you’ll have to do unwillingly for him. 

The reason you’re on this godforsaken planet in the first place, he’d forced you along to help him pay a debt owed for those fucking drops he relied on to get through his days. Days that bled into nights spent waiting for him, more his parent than his child. A freefall into the nomad life since your mother died, you’d been trailing behind him for years - an afterthought, only remembered when he needed something. 

A reluctant digging partner when he forced you to be, but also a navigator, a cook, a laundress, a caretaker. You were a lot of things to him, but never the one you wanted to be the most. 

Never a daughter. 

Your eyes slowly scan the disarray of the cabin, taking in the damage. For all the things he asked you to do, he had kept you in the dark when it came to any actual useful skills that might help you in this situation. Prospecting, digging, self-defense – anything that would have afforded you a glimpse at the possibility of independence – all of those were kept from your reach. 

Never a mechanic either, unfortunately for you. How the fuck you’re going to fix this thing, you have no idea. The manuals for it were tucked away somewhere, but they required at least a basic understanding, and you have barely that. 

You could stick with the harvesting plan he had vaguely outlined to you on the way here (assuming you could even find the gems, let alone dig them up), try to come back and fix your pod during the evenings (assuming you could even figure it out) and then try to catch the next slingback home (assuming you could even get off this planet). 

Your other option would be…none. There are no other options. 

The entire situation expands into something overwhelming, each step far outside your base of knowledge and your breathing starts to come fast again. You scold yourself, willing it to slow. 

Panicking again isn’t going to help shit. 

Wrestling with your emotions, you take a deep inhale and close your eyes, focusing on the first step. 

Before anything else, you have to move him. 

–

Through the edges of lush greenery, a pod. 

Ezra tries to tamp down his excitement, kicking his senses into high alert to scan for whomever it belongs to - but there is nothing. 

Fucking silence, the bane of his existence. 

Though in this case, a good sign. 

His own pod taken from him months ago in a standoff between himself and his former crew, this off-white piece of rubbish appears as treasure to him. It’s banged up for sure: one of the engines loose from the frame and the metal surrounding the bottom crumpled from hard impact. Unlikely that anyone survived the crash, anticipation thrums through him at the harvest in front of him. 

Keeping his expression measured, he beckons his partner to approach with him, silently advising caution. 

The idiot doesn’t though. Instead, he stomps forward and punches at the hatch button with force. 

Ezra frowns deeply, anger slipping into his tone. “Hey,” he reprimands sharply. 

The man pays Ezra no mind as the ramp slowly opens. 

–

One hand extended towards your dad’s shoulder, it hangs hesitantly in the air for a moment. Inching forward, you try to summon every ounce of bravery that you have and just when it’s about to touch— 

A loud thump sounds outside the pod, and your hand jerks back. Crouching low along the side of the pod, you crawl through the ship's scattered contents all over the floor and grab the thrower, trying to desperately wind a sufficient charge for a shot or two. The rummaging outside grows louder, and you crouch behind your chair, gripping the weapon in your sweat slick hands. Panic floods through your veins, the sharp stink of fear oozing from your pores as your body shivers with adrenaline, and you flex your hold on your weapon.

The door to the pod opens with a hiss, and two men emerge. 

One slighter than the other, which isn’t saying much—anyone would be slight compared to the size of the second man. You aren’t even sure how he managed to get into the pod, between the width of his body and his height. 

Rising swiftly, you point the weapon at them. 

“Stop,” you force out, trying to mask the tremble in your voice. 

The lithe man freezes, surprise showing on his face for a split second before disappearing. Tilting his helmet in thought, he speaks. 

“Now this is something I’ve never seen in all my time in the Green,” he muses with a drawl. “A little girl.” 

A statement, not a question, and you bristle while he continues to study you curiously. 

“Leave, or I’ll shoot.” 

Your finger flexes on the trigger, and he raises his hands in front of him. 

“Calm down, little bird. My partner and I merely ventured this way to see if all was okay after that crash we heard.” His eyes scan the cabin, a scattered mess. “Seems it was quite the landing.”

Shuffling your stance a fraction closer, you keep the thrower trained on them. “I’m fine. Now please. Go.”

“Doesn’t look like you’re fine.” He sounds completely unbothered, like you aren’t pointing a weapon directly at him. Taking a slow step forward, he peers around you. “Your partner sure doesn’t seem fine.”

“He’s not my partner. It’s my –” You freeze, scolding yourself for immediately volunteering information and his gaze drops down to your father’s lifeless form. The stranger's face sobers, and he looks back at you. 

His jaw shifting in thought, his partner seems to grow bored of the conversation and takes a heavy step forward, advancing on you. 

“Stop,” you try to order, panic creeping into the command, but he doesn’t. He keeps going, his large arm reaching towards your thrower. His massive grip choking the barrel, he rips it clean from your hands before you can even think about stopping him, and you crouch back behind your chair, trembling.

“My apologies for my partner, little one. He’s not keen on having weapons pointed at him. You can understand, I’m sure. Why don’t you come out from behind that chair and let’s talk. A deal, if you’re open to it.”

You don’t want to strike a deal with them. You know that any deal you attempt to broker on your behalf is going to be in their favor no matter what the conditions are. Your father never taught you the skills of negotiation – those were always done out of sight. Your mouth dries, sweat beading along your nape. What fucking deal could there even be to make that doesn’t end up with you dead? Or worse?

With so much happening in the last two hours, it’s hard to process anything, let alone a negotiation with deadly strangers on a hostile planet. How you handle this situation could be literally life or death for you, and you beg your brain to pick up pace. 

Please. Please. Come on, think.

Your mind still struggling but knowing you’re running out of time, you force yourself back up. 

“The deal was leave, and I won’t shoot.”

He only grins at that, and rage at the unfairness of it all flares bright through you.

“Besides, why should I believe anything you say? You’ll probably just kill me the first chance you get.”

“Why would you assume I intend harm?”

You don’t have anything to say to that, instead looking at his partner. Fear at his sheer size displays clearly on your face no matter how hard to try to mask it. “Why else would he steal my gun? Shoot me first before I can shoot, right?”

“If that was the case, he would have shot you already.” He lets a beat pass, his eyes narrowing in their focus on you. “Still could though, I guess.”

There is something behind the indifference in his voice, something in his eyes that begs you silently to listen to him — but then his partner raises his thrower, and several things happen at once.

You whimper, dunking behind the tattered chair. 

The smaller man whips his railgun from his hip, pulling the trigger.

You scream, and the bullet hits his partner square in the chest. 

The larger man stumbles forward as if to grab him but the smaller one shoots him again, the second shot landing in his gut. The force of the close shot pushes the larger man backwards, his heavy body slamming into the pod wall. 

He slumps down, collapsing into a lifeless heap.

There is a beat of weighted silence; your form frozen. 

The roguish man’s profile faces you: dark features partially obscured by the dome of his helmet, you can see closely shorn brown hair in matted disarray with a shock of white that smears just above his temple. Black eyes that glimmer in the fluorescent light, the edges lined with age. Tanned skin, a strong nose, plush lips under a mustache. 

He stares at his dead partner with something akin to satisfaction, and it turns your stomach to think of not only how quickly he resorted to violence, but also how much he seems to enjoy it. 

“Well would you look at that. Now we have two to move.” 

Still in shock, the violent scene in front of you startles you just as much as his nonchalance does. You watch as he turns to face you; a hooked scar marring the skin under his eye. 

“Now little one,” he says with seeming politeness. “You ready to hear that deal?”

[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part One)

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Hey so this is in fact my first time writing fanfiction (idk what my life has come to). Sorry if it’s cringy but also I would eat this up cause I LOVE some good angsty comfort fanfiction. I won’t write smut. I don’t think I’m gonna do requests but if you have any ideas feel free to let me know. Also of course I don’t own any DC characters this is purely fanfiction. Although I’ve had tumblr for a bit I’m not really used to posting stuff so sorry if I don’t format everything well. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. (I hope you like run-on sentences💀) (if you don’t like it don’t be rude just move on dude😃🧍‍♀️) also pls excuse my grammar.

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, The Batman, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. The beginning takes place when Jason is still Robin but he’s no longer apart of the titans. Reader is referred to as she/her btw.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad)

Part One: Back To The Tower

“Babe? Babe!” You opened your eyes at the sound of Jason’s voice. His green eyes normally looked at you with gentleness but currently they were alarmed. Scared and scary are two things Jason normally does a good job at keeping separate, but when someone threatens his whole world the two merge to create someone dangerous to everyone, including himself.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” You asked.

“We’ve got to go, Dick called… he thinks joker is after me for some reason…I’ll explain more on our way to the tower.” Jason quickly grabbed the go bags you two had made in case something like this were to happen. He used to think having go bags was you two being paranoid but you always knew dating a vigilante would have its ups and downs.

You knew he was serious when he walked straight past his bike and headed to your car instead “Jason, slow down,” you said as he swerved around cars. He knew you hated speeding and he so he never dared do it, also because he liked not dying in a car crash.

“I’m sorry, so you know how joker has been leaving notes around Gotham?” He asks as he drives a bit slower.

“Yeah why?” You answer quickly.

“Dick called me two hours ago and said they think they’re threatens to Robin, threats to me.”

“Shit, what does joker even want with you?”

“I have no idea maybe I’m a pawn in some game he’s got going with Bruce or Dick or the titans or maybe he’s just decided I’m the next victim in his reign of fucking torment,” Jason’s voice shook slightly. You could tell he was trying to keep it together while driving; trying to keep it together infront of you. You two had been through so much together: he’d been the one you turned to when you left home, you two had been apart of titans together, he’d rescued you from poison ivy once, you talked him off the roof of the tower. You two knew each other better than you knew yourselves. Even after everything he still had a hard time voicing his emotions and honestly you did too.

“Why’d you change the fucking password asshole,” Jason said to Dick through the security camera at titans tower.

“More importantly why’d he change it and not tell us?” You said. Jason’s arm was around you, his leather jacket was a familiar feeling against your skin.

The tower brought back many memories for both you and Jason. You remembered painting your nails with Rachel while Gar and Jason tried not to burn down the kitchen. Late nights when you’d find Kori or Donna and ask for their advice when you first noticed yourself falling for Jason. They thought you were crazy of course but it all worked out, so far anyway. You remembered the first time you’d been to the tower when Dick took you in. Dick introduced you to the titans but it was Jason, who you only knew as Robin at the time, who saved your life and called Dick. Another memory you unfortunately recalled was the time after you guys got Jason back from Deathstroke. You hadn’t known pain till you saw the way he winced at the slightest touch or loud noise. Then there was his fall…your mind refocused when you saw Dick.

“Hey lovebirds,” he said with a grin.

“So what do these messages say exactly,” you said.

“Always so serious,” Dick says. You simply glare at him and he stops messing around. “Right so over the past few days there have been notes around Gotham in seemingly random places, each one is just some nonsense about circuses and birds so naturally it’s about Robin. They talk about the flying boy and encounters him and I have had he then goes on to talk about me becoming nightwing. The rest is disturbing stuff about him “wanting to pick off the feathers of the new little bird to reveal the horror inside”,”.

“Right…so seemingly random places?” Jason says.

“Yeah so, the first was found spraypainted on the stage of a highschool in Gotham, the next was spray painted on a random wall in an alley and the third was on the door of this bar…” Dick said.

“Shit,” Jason said.

“The highschool and the alley,” you said softly to Jason.

“And the bar… it’s the one my uncle took me to,”

“Someone wanna explain the significance to me,” Dick said.

“They’re places from my past,” Jason said. “The highschool I lived in, the alley I boosted the Batmobile in and the bar my uncle took me to.” You all simply stared at eachother waiting for someone to break the silence when Rachel, Gar and Kori came rushing in.

“Oh my God what are you doing here?” Rachel asked pulling you in for a hug.

“Wish I could say just to see you,” you say.

“Hey man what’s the special occasion?” Gar asks Jason.

“Unfortunately the occasion is another psycho trying to kill me,” Jason replied.

“Wait is that true? Dick is this about the joker?” Rachel asks. Dick looks at Jason who nods.

“Yes, we think joker knows Jason is the new Robin and is threatening him,” Dick says.

“No offense but isn’t this more Batman’s territory?” Kori says.

“Normally yes but he’s off doing Justice League bullshit,” Dick says.

Everyone gets comfortable and Dick explains what we know.

“So we know the notes reference Dick, Bruce and Jason but I think there’s a fourth person here,” Kori says.

“Is joker just referencing himself?” Gar says.

“I don’t think so cause…” Jason stops himself.

“Cause what?” You ask him. He doesn’t answer.

“Jason what is it what’d you find” Dick asks. Jason simply gets up and starts to walk away. Naturally you get up and begin walking after him.

Dick grabs your arm, you glare at him and he lets go, “hey let me go see what’s up just keep picking apart the notes with the others.” It was the Dick you knew, loved, and were annoyed by. The camp counselor anything is possible with teamwork Dick Grayson, the version of him which would soon have to step aside.

“Jason!” Dick says when he finds Jason in his old room which looks exactly the same. Jason doesn’t reply he simply grabs a bag and starts packing. “Going somewhere?” Dick says. Jason still doesn’t reply. “Hey, what the fuck!”

“You aren’t stupid Dick you read the fucking note,” Jason says.

“Maybe I am stupid cause I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

“Jokers not threatening me, he’s challenging me…telling me to meet him. And he’s threatening y/n saying what he’ll do if I don’t go find him.” Jason says.

“Shit,” Dick says. “Okay but all you’re going to accomplish by going by yourself is pissing me off, getting your shit rocked by joker, pissing Bruce off, and scaring your girlfriend to death all of which I’m gonna have to fix so could you not be impulsive for once!”

“You don’t think she’s already scared!” Jason says.

“Yeah I do but I think you’ll make it worse if you leave her here,”

“She’d be safer here far away from Gotham and far away from me,” Jason says.

“Hey dipshits,” Kori says as she turns the corner. “Yeah I can read too,” she also seemed to have figured out the note “So why don’t you I don’t know, include her in the conversation about what to do about the threats that are against her?”

The three of them return to see you, Gar and Rachel sitting in silence, it was clear you guys had also figured out the full message. Jason doesn’t get a chance to even fully enter the room before you get up and pull him back into his old room.

“What were you thinking not telling me?” You say.

“You didn’t sign up for this shit,” Jason says.

“I did, and I don’t just mean with you I joined titans before I even knew your name.”

Jason hesitates before saying, “you’re right, I’m sorry”

“Apology accepted so what the hell are we gonna do,” you say slipping out of your serious tone.

“First question, do you wanna go out there and work with everyone or just keep this between us,” Jason says.

“What do you wanna do?” You asked. It was clear you wanted to include the titans in the plan. You knew Jason has a complicated past with everyone in the other room but you also knew despite his own feelings he’d do whatever would keep you the safest. He hugs you softly, one last act of humanity before completely focusing on being Robin. You and Jason were fairly new to the world of having a secret identity. You both tried to keep the two personas completely separate but at the end of the day the person under the mask always has the final say when hard decisions need to be made.

The plan everyone agreed on was simple. You’d stay at the tower, with Gar and Rachel far away from Gotham and the joker. Tomorrow morning Jason, Dick and Kori would drive to Gotham and work with Barbra to catch joker. If only that were actually how it went.

You’d fallen asleep in your old room with Jason by your side, around three am you woke up and he was no where to be found. “Jason?” You said as you looked around the room. The light was already on so you could see perfectly that he was gone. Jason must’ve turned the light on when he left, he knows you hate being in the dark alone after what you went through with Poison Ivy. “Dick!” You yelled as you ran down the hall to Dick’s room. To your surprise Dick was wide awake busy on his computer.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Dick said concerned.

“Jason’s gone.” You said.

“Fucking idiot,” Dick mumbled under his breath. He began typing quickly on his computer. “He got rid of his tracker didn’t he?”

“He cut it out ages ago,” you said frantically. Jason had vanished but both you and Dick knew exactly where he was going; he was going to face Joker alone in Gotham.

Please like if you enjoyed the fic I need to know people like it otherwise I’ll stop posting new parts (I have a whole storyline idea and backstory so like if you want to see more)🩷

Here’s my Masterlist so you can read the other parts.

Masterlist

[11queensupreme11]

If the yanderes were theoretically sent into the original PJO world and married Sally instead of Gabe (lets just say they couldn't not, like the fates completely, utterly, forced them, they literally couldn't not marry Sally). What kind of dads would they be for Percy?

(that was the question, now my long predictions.)

Poseidon: I saw one of your asks involving Percy's sass and yeah, I have a feeling Poseidon would be the spanking/corporal punishment dad. Maybe good cop/bad cop, though that feels more like Beel and Hades? Also, he's the most likely to commit incest in this universe as well 💀

Hades: He's definitely good cop/bad cop. I feel like he'd find a way to threaten pjo!poseidon to do a better job, then feel bad because he loves Percy.

Beelzebub: He'd quite literally go to Sally and be like, marry me to protect your daughter. and be so hard on her.

I can't think of the others (mostly because cu feels like he'd be a younger boyfriend, oh well), but I'd love to know your thoughts! :)

have a great day/night!

I BURST OUT LAUGHING AT THE CU ONE 😭😭😭😭 there is no damn way sally would ever date him so yeah, he's better off just getting adopted by her and becoming percy's adopted brother tbh 😭😭😭😭

poseidon: he would be so fucking abusive holy shit 💀 you know how sally's always sending percy away to a boarding school? welp, now she's gonna desperately try and send her away to a boarding school in a whole new country, all this poor woman wants is to keep her daughter far far AWAY from poseidon, but poseidon won't have it so rip them 💀 sally's gonna really go through with it because poseidon will gradually start to love percy just like in arsenic blues, so now there's gonna be sexual abuse to add onto that and poor sally won't be able to stop it. she'll try, but he'll just amp up the physical/emotional/psychological abuse towards her 💀💀 honestly, sally's probs gonna pray to pjo!poseidon for help and that'll be what gets her killed by ror!poseidon (unless the fates forbid him from killing her)

hades: he'll be so much better 😭💖💖💖 .......until the niece/stepdaughter kink hits in 💀 i think hades is gonna TRY and hide it from sally because he knows she'd be horrified if she found out and he'd also feel lowkey bad because hey, she's still his wife. sure they don't love each other, but he sees that it's kinda messed up to cheat on ur wife with her daughter......

beelzebub: IF the fates forbid him from killing sally, he surprisingly won't be as bad as poseidon. not much physical abuse, but do expect a lot of psychological and emotional abuse from him. like poseidon, he'll also expect 100000% absolute obedience from sally and percy. if percy's still young, she'll have it a lil easier because he could just groom her to be obedient to him. sally's gonna have it harder tho because she'll recognize the abuse and TRY to stand up to him, but like........ he's the devil. good luck with that 💀

anubis: oh he'll love sally!!!!!!! you know he's constantly looking for the perfect mate???? he'd definitely see one in sally because of how sweet and motherly she is! he can't wait to take her and percy -- he's adorable lil stepdaughter -- back to his universe so he can introduce them to kebi and they can all be one happy family! .....but then sally keeps fending off his advances, keeps saying that he's making her uncomfortable??? and what's this about not wanting to back home with him?????? oh, so sally's not really the perfect mate after all????? welp, you know what he did to the girls and women who failed 💀

loki: cannot, for the life of him, pretend to be nice or even tolerant towards sally and percy. not only has he been forcefully taken away from his home, the fates are now making him play house with a bunch of MORTALS??? and he's getting forcefully MARRIED to one? he hates it so much, he's forced to live with inferior beings and he can't even kill them? best believe he's gonna take his anger out on them a lot. expect all kinds of abuse that he excuses as "it was just a joke, you guys are so lame 😒"

apollo: honestly, he'll be the best! he has more human partners than divine ones, so he won't be disgusted by this! he'll be a lil peeved, but he'll warm up once he gets to know his lil stepdaughter who's an absolute sunshine! honestly, he's a sucker for kids so he'll spend a lot of his time tutoring percy, playing arts n crafts with her, teaching her how to draw, paint, sing, dance, etc. any little interests she has, no matter how silly, he will 100% encourage! 10/10 no abuse, no incest, just apollo vibing and doing his best thriving in the situation being thrown at him

cú chulainn: lmao sally would HATE THIS she doesn't want ppl thinking she's some cradle robber or a cougar 😂😂😂😂😂😂 she'll be like "pls pls PLEASE do NOT introduce yourself as my husband 😭" and he'll be like "don't worry i won't 🙄" this man will NOT be a father to percy AT ALL. he will honestly be more like the big brother who bullies her affectionately 😭😭 he's not even gonna bother trying to be like a proper husband either, so now sally's just got TWO kids she needs to take care of but honestly, she would VASTLY prefer that to having this "young" ass dude as her fucking husband 😭

[cokou]

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r/girlfriends Greenjolyne

Hi reddit, IT'S MY GIRLS BDAY, what the fuck should I get her?

I know what she likes, her favorite food, and any of the other things that are her forte. But the thing is, IT DOESNT FEEL ENOUGH!!!! what the hell should I add? I only want the best for her and I don't know what I should get her, it's currently 12:08 AM rn, I ALREADY wished her a happy birthday and she's offline. I wanted to take her out to a restaurant but it doesn't seem enough at all [crying GIF]

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ghostlyporio 2h You should get her something that makes her happy :) | Greenjolyne 2h I DONT KNOW WHAT MAKES HER HAPPY!! yn.user 1h anything makes me happy jolyne :) | Greenjolyne 1h HOW DID YOU GET HERE??? 😥

r/water ilovewater.ff

(Photo of half emptied water)

Dont you guys just love water? It makes me angry when I see people wasting their water just for fun! 🤬 They make me wanna kill them! Water is so precious dont they know?!?!? @yn.user you would protect water with me right!?

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weatherrep 6h Couldn't agree more i guess? | ilovewater.ff 4h THANK YOU!!! yn.user 5h FF please put the phone down 😭😭 | ilovewater.ff 3h No! I love promoting water equality🙂😚 miramira 1h or you could mind your own business. | ilovewater.ff 37m how dare you threaten water!

r/galpal smack.ermes

I'm honestly new here, i wanna rant about my girl because shes so pretty.

Oh my goodness, where do I even begin? To describe the beauty of my girlfriend feels like trying to capture the infinite vastness of the ocean with a single drop of water. She’s beyond what words can express, but I’m going to try, because she deserves all the praise and admiration in the world, even if no combination of adjectives or metaphors can do her justice.

Let’s start with her smile. Her smile isn’t just a facial expression, it’s a force of nature. It’s like the sun breaking through a cloudy sky, or the first breath of fresh air after a storm. The way her lips curve upward—gently, yet with an undeniable warmth lights up everything around her, like a beacon in the dark. Every time she smiles at me, it feels like the entire universe pauses for just a moment, giving me the privilege of basking in that perfect, radiant glow. It’s a smile that has the power to melt the hardest of hearts, to soften the edges of even the most difficult days. I could spend forever just lost in the wonder of it.

And then there are her eyes. Oh, her eyes… they’re the most captivating thing I’ve ever seen. They’re deep, like pools of mystery that draw me in with every glance. The color shifts in different lighting—sometimes they’re a stormy grey, like clouds just before rain, and at other times, they’re a brilliant shade of green, sparkling with mischief and warmth. When she looks at me, it’s as if she sees straight through to my soul, but with so much kindness and understanding that it never feels invasive, only comforting. Her eyes, with all their beauty, hold a depth of emotion and intelligence that leaves me in awe. They can be playful one moment, intense the next, and every expression in them tells a story that I’m eager to be a part of.

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yn.user 23h MY BABY!! you are the sweetest i love you so much!! this is so adorable i can cry to sleep 😭😭 | smack.ermes 22h HOW DID YOU FIND MY ACCOUNT? THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING | yn.user 22h No it's not, it's so cute i love you so much Ermes !! (Liked by smack.ermes) GreenJolyne 20h I figured you'd be here after I saw you on your phone for 30 minutes straight just typing. (COMMENT WARNING) | smack.ermes 19h blocked.

r/adventures weatherrep

(picture of the sky)

It's pretty nice to go out and drive around with you. @yn.user

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yn.user 9h I enjoyed the view weather :) it's really cute, i also had lots and lots of pictures of us! i'm posting it >v< | weatherrep 8h i'm happy that you liked it. | yn.user 8h Next time i'm the one who's bringing you to dates! (Liked by weatherrep) Imsexy.ana 7h FUCK YOU TWO, YOU MADE ME A THIRD WHEEL AND A DRIVER?!?! HOW ABSURD! IM GONNA KILL YOU WEATHER. (COMMENT WARNING) | weatherrep 6h i hope you enjoyed the ride aswell.

r/girlfriends Imsexy.ana

My girlfriend is beautiful inside and out. Her smile lights up the room, and her eyes carry a depth that captivates me. Her hair flows effortlessly, adding to her natural grace. But it’s her kindness, empathy, and warmth that truly make her remarkable. She has a way of making everyone feel valued, and her love brings peace and joy to those around her. Her beauty isn’t just in how she looks, but in the way she makes the world feel brighter.

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yn.user 38m Is this your way of saying sorry to ME? | Imsexy.ana 37m Of course, i'm sorry. Please open the house door, it's getting cold out here. | yn.user 35m Fine, but say sorry to my face. | Imsexy.ana 34m WILL DO, thanks for letting me in. weatherrep 1h Shouldn't of let him in. | Imsexy.ana 37m FUCK YOU WEATHER YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE. (COMMENT WARNING)

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OUTPACE THE DAWN | mikey sano

this is part three of the series kill the lights

⇝ PAIRING: timeskip!biker!mikey sano x fem!reader

⇝ SERIES SYNOPSIS: after moving by yourself to tokyo, you black out at a party and wake up with a new friend. as she sweeps you up in her fast-paced city life, you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for her mysterious brother. but something dark is brewing in the city. as his past threatens to resurface, mikey must fight not only physical enemies but the mental battle of his feelings for you. he can't resist you , but could he ever forgive himself if something happened to you? he'll love you selfishly and protect you savagely.

⇝ PART THREE LENGTH: 1.5k words

⇝ PART THREE WARNINGS: NSFW (18+ minors do not interact):

all characters are 20+; Alternate Universe! Canon Divergent. a friend from university invites you to his house party. as the drinks flow, you slip into a pleasant buzz. that is until a particular masked man makes his appearance, unveiling himself.

⇝ AUTHOR'S NOTE: a short chapter with a little spice at the end ;) more chapters coming soon! keep an eye on the tags and stay safe! <3

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CLICKING THE READMORE, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT.

You’ve always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie, ever since you were a kid. Roller coasters, laser tag, haunted houses, you chased that rush. As you clung to Mikey’s back, you felt that rush again for the first time in a very long time. That electric shock and the warmth that followed. You couldn’t hold back a howling laugh. The one you usually save for the steepest drops of a coaster. Your smile stretched from ear to ear and you felt the shoulders of the man in front of you bounce, his voice joining yours in an exuberant shout. 

His golden hair ripples in the wind. He revved the engine to your delight, feeling it course through you. Caution be damned. He wove through the cars on the street like a bolt of black lightning. Mikey threading the needle between the vehicles. Now he’s just showing off. All too soon you were at your destination.

He pulled the bike up to the corner, killing the engine. He gives your arms a rub, signaling for you to let go. You didn’t realize you were still clinging to him in a bruising grip. You peel yourself from him and swing yourself off the bike, still riding the wave of adrenaline. You whipped off your helmet and flashed Mikey a Cheshire smile. “That was so FUCKING cool!” You exclaimed, grasping for words to describe your feelings. “I mean- I mean! You’re seriously insane! Those moves on the highway were unreal. UHG! SO. Cool” You gushed with the compliments, alcohol and adrenaline taking over your voicebox.

The man gave no reaction but you saw he wouldn’t meet your eye. “It’s like I’ve been doing it since middle school, huh? Believe me now?” You nod enthusiastically. He huffs, seemingly not used to the praise. He swings his leg over the bike, rising and stretching. You’d almost forgotten your height difference. He rubbed his side and with sarcasm remarked, “I think you cracked a rib.” “ Ha ha . Even if I did, you can only blame your crazy driving. I thought you were trying to throw me off. I was hanging on for dear life.” You feign anguish dramatically before playfully punching him in the chest. 

“Oh god! Another rib!” He doubled over comically. You laugh, “I’m coming for your kneecaps next if you don’t stop messing with me.” He straightened, His crooked smile making its second appearance of the night. “Seriously, thanks for the ride” You say, looking away, not trusting yourself to not blush.

You looked down the street, your apartment about a block away, tucked behind some trees. He follows your gaze. “Let me get you home safely.” He offers. “No, really, it’s okay. I appreciate the ride.” You say, shaking your head. “Seriously, you were a lifesaver tonight.” He nods, mounting his bike. You hand him back the helmet which he stows. “Next time I’ll teach you three more things about bikes.” He jokes, leaning forward on the handlebars. “Next time?” You smile. “I’d like that.” 

With that you make your way down the dark street. You feel his eyes on you, but they are comforting this time. You feel safe as you round the corner and make your way into your apartment. As if on cue, the moment you click your lock into place you hear a bike engine roar to life. The sound fades to nothing and you collapse into your bed. The night's events replayed in your mind. A big smile still plastered on your face. You slip into a dream-filled sleep, still in your party clothes.

***

You feel fuzzy. Looking forward you see the broad shoulders and golden locks of the man seated in front of you. The translucent shirt draped sinfully across his back. You give him a squeeze, pulling your body closer to his. It’s warm when you rest your cheek in the space between his shoulder blades. You breathe in, it’s sweet and heavy like leather and toffee. 

Sitting there, melting into the heat of his body is soothing. He hums, you feel it vibrate through his back. You bring a hand up to rest on his chest. You feel the pounding of his heart beneath. Fluttering ever faster under your touch. He leans into your touch. You smile into his back. As if feeling this, he groans. Deep and low. You place a light kiss over his shoulder blade. His breathing picks up, the places where your bodies meet growing warmer. You feel it too, the impulse taking over, rational thought leaving your brain. 

You flatten your other hand on his stomach, feeling the definition there. You trace the shape, the places that dip in his lean core with your fingertips. The silky material glides between your touch and his skin. He twitches. Surely your feather-soft touch tickles. You continue, committing every muscle to memory. He groans again, the sound rising at the end. 

“Please.” He says quietly. “Hm?” you hum into his back inquisitive if not a bit teasing. “Please. I want… I need you to…” You pause your strokes over his midsection, his breath catching. “Come on, Mikey. I need you to ask me properly.” You say into his back lazily, planting a kiss to punctuate your statement. He holds back a whine, the corner of your mouth ticks up. You feel warmth pooling in your lower stomach. 

“Please… Touch me...” He says low, with an edge of desperation. A full smile tugs at your lips. “Good.” You kiss the meaty part of his back that joins his shoulder to his neck. You trail one of your fingers devilishly slow down the line between his abdominal muscles. Dragging it further down his lower stomach. You use your other finger to tease the sensitive spot on his chest through his shirt. The flesh rises quickly to a nub under your touch. You circle this sensitive bud with your fingernail. You feel the rise and fall as his breathing gets heavier with anticipation. 

Toying with the button of his pants, finally popping it open after a few rotations. You tug the zipper of his dress pants down painfully slowly. He groans again as the zipper reaches its base. You palm him through the fabric of his underwear. You’re not surprised by how hard he is, but his size is more than you expected. When you palm him again, his breath hitches with a small moan that is quickly bitten back. You feel the hot, wet spot over his tip grow wetter. “Please.” He pleads. 

You relent your teasing, giving him what he wants. Pulling down the waist band, allowing him to spring free of his confines. His breath shudders with the action. You touch him, the hot skin of his member is silky in your hand. You move around some of the liquid leaking from the tip, enjoying the sounds he makes as you do. You give him a full stroke. 

He does his best to hold back as his whole body twitches. You stroke him again, and then again. His noises are getting louder. “Good girl, fuck ! Yeah, just like that babe.” You’re building up a pace and rhythm, his hips moving to meet your hand. Your head is swimming in thoughts of him, inhaling his scent deeply. “Wait… Wait, slow down.” He says breathily. 

“Hm? So soon, Mikey? I thought you’d have more endurance. Are all those muscles just for show?” You love this, teasing him. He shudders again, you feel him throb in your hand. You slow your strokes but don’t stop. “Wait. Not yet.” He says. You remain silent, slowing but continuing your movement, testing the water. “I said wait.” With this, he removes his hands from the handlebars, grabbing your wrist.

You’re pulled from your seat behind him and swung around to his front. He catches you by your waist as he rights your position. You can’t complain about him manhandling you, he moves you easily, as if you’re weightless. In a matter of seconds, the two of you have switched positions. You straddle the seat, facing him. His pupils blown out, a flush across his cheeks. He’s beautiful. Before you can admire him further, he is pulling you into a bruising kiss. You let him, returning the kiss with equal intensity. His hands are up your shirt, massaging the soft flesh of your chest. You moan into the kiss. 

You feel that handsome, crooked smile tug one corner of his mouth up. He finally breaks the kiss, moving his mouth down to the sensitive skin of your neck. He licks long, firm circles into that spot that makes your whole body clench up and melt at the same time. You can’t hold back the noises pouring from your mouth. You could feel yourself coming undone under his touch. You grind into the seat beneath you, trying to build friction in the place he’s neglecting. He hums into your neck in a teasing tone. What a bully.

[numinousher]

CHANTAJE! (xix)

PAIRING: ceo!bts x actress(female)!reader

SUMMARY: being under the watchful eye of the media and your fans, your managers are in desperate need of regaining back your popularity after other influencers who hate you cause mayhem to your life. what best way to do so by having you pretend to be in a relationship with the popular 7 who are known to be intensely wealthy and stoic? will you be able to regain their trust or will they go with their promise of damaging your reputation even more?

WARNING(S) FOR LATER: gore/blood/murder, harassment/bullying, mental health talks (nothing badly triggering), child endangerment (mc was a child actor, again nothing badly triggering. if there is, there will be a warning)

NOTE: watching wreck it ralph at the moment 😋

TAGLIST (CLOSED): @parapiop7 @an-ever-angry-bi @softforyoongles @thenaverse @chansatlan @juju-227592 @skyys-universe @carolinexkpop @reallysparklychaos @namjooncrabs @savagemickey03 @drunkzseok @svnbangtansworld @2ne1unni

“It’s 4 am. Why the fuck are you in my room?”

Jimin innocently smiled as he stood on the doorway of your room, his crossed arms resting on his chest. He stepped closer to you, passing you a spare hoodie that was most likely his since it in fact smelt like him.

“We’re going out,” he simply answered, watching you put on the hoodie and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. He turned the lights on and it caused you to flinch since your eyes failed at adjusting to the sudden brightness. “Come on.”

“Fuck you, I’m tired,” you grumbled, slumping back on the bed. You went back to cover yourself so you could go to sleep, but Jimin stepped in to stop you from doing so. “I’m going to scream so loud my guards will think I’m being kidnapped.”

“Oh, my God.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Jimin leaned down to slip his arm under your knees and placed his other arm around your back to make sure you weren’t going to fall. He was ready to feel you fight back, but you let your head rest on his chest with soft snores escaping your mouth.

“Is she sleeping?” Jungkook asked as soon as he saw Jimin carrying your figure.

“Ye—”

“Shut up, I’m just ignoring you for fucking waking me up, asshole,” you mumbled, though he chuckled at feeling you nuzzle into his chest as if he were your pillow.

“Turns out she tends to curse a lot if you wake her up,” Jimin said with a smile, trying his hardest to put you down on the middle seat. Jin snorted. “Y/n, you need to sit down.”

“No,” you whined, your eyes still closed. “You’re so warm.”

He shook his head, a small sigh escaping his lips. He knew Taehyung and Jungkook got like this, too, so he let his hand rub your back.

“Just let me sit you down for now and then I can carry you on my lap, okay?” That question caught your attention by the way you completely stilled. All of their eyes were on you once you moved in Jimin’s arms to place your feet on the floor, grumbling small curses with your eyes closed all while you got inside the car. Jimin breathlessly chuckled. “I want to take a video of this.”

“Ji—”

Jimin took out his phone, yes, but not to take a video. He took a picture of you with your eyes struggling to keep themselves open and your head flopping on Jin’s shoulder.

“She argues with me next time, I’ll threaten her,” he mischievous chuckled under his breath, ignoring Jungkook’s glare since he has made it clear he didn’t want them blackmailing you in any type of way. “Alright let’s go.”

Getting in the car and driving away, you let your brain fully process the fact you were being kidnapped. They really took you from the comfort of your room and for what? Who knew. You were too busy letting your eyes open.

“Where are we going?” You mumbled against Jimin’s chest, feeling his hand rubbing your thigh. You were surprised he actually kept his word on carrying you on his lap. “At least let me know.”

“Going to see the sunset on the beach,” Jungkook responded from his seat, eating the snacks Jin was handing him. “It’s usually a routine we do every two weeks around this time and, well, I’m pretty sure it’s obvious but, we decided to incorporate you in it!”

“By literally taking me hostage?” You continued to mumble with a pout, dozing off again. Jimin watched you with amusement. He couldn’t wait to tease you once you woke up. “Okay, just don’t make too much noise. Wake me up once we get there.”

They all hummed in acknowledgment and heard your soft snores again blend in with the random song playing on the radio.

“I have never seen her act this way,” Jimin said, looking out the window while the thumb of his subconsciously rubbed your cheek. He deeply inhaled. “Should we be concerned?”

“Jimin, you literally woke her up at a time she’s not used to being woken up at,” Jin responded, snickering at the fact Jimin was worried because you were tired. “Well, she probably is but her brain is wired to know that she’s not working and she has no clue as to why she’s being woken up at 4-in-the-fucking-morning.”

“She’ll live,” Jimin dismissed him with a wave of his hand, rolling his eyes.

“Thanks a lot for caring about me,” you grumbled out, pushing Jimin away from you as if touching him was vile. He scoffed and regained his posture, looking at you in disbelief at the fact you really pushed him away. “Jerk.”

“You are literally breathing after being woken up early,” Jimin immediately went to defend himself, hiding the amused smile threatening to spread on his lips once he came to see your pout. You hadn’t even noticed you were doing that. “You’re living, right?” An annoyed agreement was heard. “That’s what I thought. Now, shut the hell up and come here so you can sleep in my arms.”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow at your curt answer. You looked away from him, your arms crossed over your shoulder. Jungkook eyed you over the rear view mirror and shook his head to himself at seeing how cute you were. “You told me to shut the “hell” up. You’re being mean.”

“You’re being dramatic, babe,” Jimin said with such sass in his voice. “Come on.”

“Girl, you want me in your arms so bad,” you chuckled out, now starting to become fully aware of everything. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and looked at the time on the radio. “What the hell?” They all jumped at the sudden raise of your voice. “You guys, it’s about to be 5 am. My alarm is set at 11 am, 6 more hours! And you idiots came to kidnap me to do what?”

“Um, to look at the sunrise,” Jin responded with an innocent smile, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“Oh.” Your facial expression relaxed and morphed into one of happiness. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“I-” Jimin let out, brows furrowing. “We told you!”

“Yeah, when I was still sleepy, I bet,” you scoffed out, giving him back the same attitude. Rolling his eyes yet again, Jimin grabbed your elbow and brought you closer to his side. He didn’t look at you, and he didn’t dare to, but he was fine just bringing you closer to his side so he can wrap an arm around your shoulders. “You want me so bad.”

“Shut up.”

“You want me to be in your arms.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Just say you want a kiss—”

Jimin inhaled and exhaled through his nose rather deeply and looked down at you with a raise of his brow. “Do you want me to kiss you?” You looked away but he lowly chuckled, bringing your face up to meet his. “Don’t get shy. If you want me to kiss you so bad you have to tease me, I have no problem complying.”

You squinted your eyes and looked away from his gaze. “Suck ass.”

Jimin laughed to himself and strayed his eyesight to look outside, eyeing the way the sky was brightening to a lighter blue. He raised his phone and eyed the time. 5 AM.

“We’re here.”

Helping you out of the car, Jimin pursed his lips as if he was leaning in for a kiss. Rolling your eyes at his obvious teasing, you placed your palm on his lips and pushed his face away.

“Just say you want me, y/n,” Jimin called out after you.

“Shut your mouth, Jimin!” You yelled back. “It’s obvious you want me considering the fact you want me to admit I want you.”

“No I just want you to admit you want me because you are insinuating you want me—”

“‘I want you’ ‘you want me’,” Jin scoffed out, pushing you two away from the car to head towards the beach. He put Jimin’s raised hand down, his phone having been turned on to show you the picture of you sleeping. “You two can last at least an hour without bickering.”

“But—”

“I will make you two kiss,” Jin threatened, making you and Jimin hush up almost instantly.

“That will be without my consent,” you murmured, walking off to be next to Jungkook. Said man chuckled at seeing the way you weren’t too keen on the idea of being made to kiss Jimin, so he grabbed your hand and made you two walk closer to the water.

But, as soon as you two felt the immensely cold water, you took a step back and went back to sit on the blanket Jin had placed down.

You four sat there and just sat there to enjoy the breeze and the beautiful sky starting to be painted in an orange-ish color. It had been a while since you got to enjoy something like this. There would be beach scenes in some of your films and shows, but you weren’t there for too long as you were now.

“Here, angel,” Jungkook quietly spoke as if he spoke any louder he would wake up the neighborhood. He gave you a drink and watched with satisfaction at you enjoying yourself. “Nice fit by the way.”

Feeling his shoulder nudge yours, you gasped and glanced at your choice of clothing. “Oh… this is nothing bad compared to my usual. It was a bit cold tonight so I wore pants.”

“You wear shorts?” He asked. You nodded. “You look fluffy with those pants.”

“I do, don’t I?” You smiled. Though, your brows furrowed simultaneously, depicting your confusion. “This is not my sweater, though.”

“It’s mine, angel.” You sighed at hearing Jimin’s voice pipe in and the way he called you by the name Jungkook called you. “You see? You want me.”

“You gave me your sweater, which means you wanted me to wear it, a.k.a you want me.” Jin and Jungkook glanced at each other at hearing your bickering. “Do you wish it was you I was kissing when you watch my movies?”

“Never watched a movie of yours in my life,” Jimin easily lied through his teeth, shrugging. “You’re not my type of actress.”

“That’s good, because I am for others,” you innocently smiled. “Even Jungkook’s.”

“That’s true,” Jungkook hummed.

“Shut up.”

A moment of silence surrounded you all again and Jin broke it this time to talk to you.

“Is your family always like that?” He asked, talking about your family meeting the day before where Jimin and Namjoon talked about it during dinner.

“Oh, so it’s this type of outing today, huh?” You teased, a small laugh escaping your mouth. You sighed and nodded, rubbing your hands up and down. “But, yes. I was sleeping the stress off since I have to meet with them today, too. My mom wants to talk to me more and I can’t deny it because she will extend the family dinner.”

“Extend it how?”

“She would change it from seeing each other for once every three months to seeing each other three times every month,” you breathed out in an annoyed matter. You ran a hand over your face as you continued. “But, yes. My family is always like that. It’s just her and my dad, though.”

“Does she not realize that you being in a fake relationship with us means more people discovering you?” Jin asked, leaning back against his palms.

“They don’t see it that way,” you said. “They see it as something more… dangerous, I guess. If you speak bad about me, if our relationship goes bad, my career goes down, too. You are more liked, more powerful, I’m just an actress. They see it as me already ruining my image.”

“Well—”

“Why are you guys so interested with my relationship with them either way?” You asked, accidentally cutting off Jin’s words. You quickly uttered an apology.

“Just want to know more about who you are,” Jin shrugged as he answered. “I feel like Jungkook and even Jimin know more about you than me.”

“Don’t worry, you’re my favorite out of the 7.”

You got taken back home at 8 AM.

After your conversation at the beach, you got to actually know Jin a lot more than you thought you would. For example, he was the only one who actually didn’t have parents. He had an aunt and uncle who took him in that he considered parents but other than that, his parents disowned him and he was left with no one that wanted him.

You didn’t know why but, Jin, Yoongi, and Hoseok resonated with you a lot. They treated you with such respect so far and though it was the bare minimum, you liked being with them. Though you barely hung out with them, Jin promised to take you out on a little picnic with the three so you could, one.) taste Yoongi and Jin’s food, two.) get to know Hoseok more and three.) get to actually understand the relationship they all have in a world where a 7 people relationship was not very common.

They promised to take you.

If you could all survive the dinner your parents planned out of nowhere. You hadn’t known about it and had it not been for your sister texting you about it, you would not have been able to mentally prepare for the dinner.

“What are you guys doing here?” You whispered to Jungkook, who sat next to you after he and the other 6 unexpectedly came to sit down on the table you and your family were sitting at. “I thought this was an all-family dinner.”

“Your mom told Chan-woo to let us know about this so she could meet all of us,” Jungkook said with the same hushed tone you were talking in. “Though, I think she’s up to something.”

“I feel at least more comfortable knowing you guys are here,” you said with a look of relief washing over your facial features. “I didn’t know how I was going to deal with them after having 4 hours of sleep.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook winced. “If you want, since we’re not busy, we can go to your house later today to have a sleepover and you can sleep on me.”

“So you guys can take pictures and blackmail me with them?” You arched a brow, leaving him to glance at Jimin. “Yeah, he sent me a message saying to stop arguing with him because he was going to send my picture to Dispatch.”

“Are you going to let him blackmail you?”

“Hell no,” you said, making sure your parents weren’t hearing you. “Fucking asshole doesn’t realize that Yoongi is literally my guy. He sent me pictures already.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jungkook shook his head. “Of course he did.”

“He doesn’t know, though.”

“I do now, sweet girl,” you jumped at hearing that familiar voice whisper in your ear. You rolled your eyes and kept your composure because you did not mention fake dating them to your parents. They believed you were actually dating them. “I dare you to post them.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” You hissed, looking at the now empty chair you just saw him sitting at. “You were just there.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to show you my new wallpaper,” Jimin said, a smile forming on his lips so you can see the new photo he had put on his lockscreen. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Delete that right now, Jimin,” you demanded, your hand going up to take away his phone from his grasp.

“No thank you.”

“Then, I will put the one of you sleeping with your nose being dragged up by Hoseok,” you threatened, showing him the photo Yoongi had gracefully sent you. You smiled at the way his own smile faded. “It will be pretty, no?”

“You guys are just putting each other as your wallpaper,” Jungkook butt in, taking a sip of his drink. “Screams very couple-y.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-uh.”

“Whatever.”

Jimin stood up from his squatted position and went to sit back on his seat to talk with Hoseok and Namjoon. They turned to look at you and you innocently smiled at the three as if you weren’t just bickering with Jimin.

Though, the peacefulness surrounding you 8 was gone in a blink of an eye when your mother spoke up. You had forgotten they were there.

“We invited you to dinner to talk about… whatever this is,” she said, gesturing towards you and the guys. “We don’t support it.”

“Well, we do,” you said, standing your ground. Jungkook placed a comforting hand on top of your thigh as he came to realize standing up to your parents wasn’t easy.

“We don’t,” your mother continued. “This is going to damage you, Y/n. Completely damage you. These men don’t love you and they will use that against you to ruin your reputation until you’re blacklisted here. Do you want that?”

“No, but—”

“Whatever,” your mom cut you off, a harsh scoff escaping past her lips at the way you even tried to defend yourself. “Do not even think this relationship will bring more coverage for you. We have worked hard to give you this life and this is how you repay us?”

“Stop—”

“You do not know what you’re doing in life, Y/n! This is all going to come back to hurt you and the career we built for yo—”

“You do not talk to her that way!” Namjoon stood up to raise his voice, too, shocking everyone at the way his calm composure diminished in a matter of seconds. “You fucking respect her in the house she bought for you with the money she made for working hard.”

As your parents aimed their anger at him now, you glanced at Jungkook once you came to see his utter nonchalance. He had stilled for a sec at hearing the voices raising, but he continued on to play with his food like nothing had happened a minute later.

At feeling your questioning gaze on him, he met your eyes and waved off your concern.

“I’m used to it,” he simply answered with a shrug, his fingertips tapping on the table out of anxiety at hearing the way your parents were raising their voices at you to a max. “I’m not a big fan of fighting.”

You sent him a reassuring smile and placed a hand on top of his moving one. “I’m not either.” You sighed and leaned back against your chair, watching Namjoon yell at your mom with a solemn expression. “It’s a lot.”

He snorted a bit, taking a sip of his drink, and lightly squeezed your fingers. “How did you handle that?”

You didn’t stray away your eyesight from your parents faces, eyeing their facial expressions to see what mood they were in (clearly anger), and you shrugged.

“I don’t know,” you muttered, and you could almost laugh at the fact it looked like a scene of a movie with you and Jungkook sitting in the background and watching the chaos unravel in front of you in what looked like slow motion. But, you couldn’t laugh. Not when you knew that Jungkook drifting off as soon as he heard yelling caused alarms to go off in your head. “I don’t even think I’m used to it now.”

“Having a toxic relationship with parents is just hard to get rid of,” Jungkook said with a small sigh escaping his lips. “It also causes a lot of commitment issues when your whole life you’re used to being mistreated.”

“Do we have to let them shape us, though?”

“Nope,” Jungkook breathed out while wearing a tight-lipped smile. He glanced at you and then at the others. “That’s why I’m happy with life now. I have you and the others, and that’s enough for me to realize I am in a relationship where there’s a lot of love.” At realizing his words, he cleared his throat. “I mean, we aren’t in a real relationship.”

You hadn’t even processed his words from before. But the second sentence did cause a little pain to form on your chest. You weren’t dating. He was right. Just hearing him mention that you and the others made him happy, made your own heart fluttered.

You slowly nodded.

“Not in a relationship.”

He nodded, too.

Looking up to see your parents now talking about you to each other, he stood up with your hand still clasped in his and his eyes meeting the others.

“Let’s go.”

< before - after >

[cringefailvox]

where would alastor fit into the staticbelle au, :0 ?

staticbelle au

OKAY IT REALLY DEPENDS BC!! we still don't know exactly why alastor is at the hotel! it could be because he's there on orders from someone else, or he's there to entertain himself, or to manipulate charlie for reasons unknown, or something else entirely—and the reason will really impact whether or not he'd choose to try and get involved with charlie if she was already supported by vox. a lot of his sway over the hotel comes from the fact that it was crumbling into disrepair when he arrived and he fairy godmother'd it into a somewhat functional project, therefore winning him a ton of emotional brownie points with charlie, but he wouldn't have that opportunity at all here because i really don't think there's anything he could offer charlie that vox isn't already providing (or wouldn't be willing to START providing if it meant spiting alastor).

however. presuming instead that alastor is not at the hotel to protect or look after charlie, or help her project succeed (since these would already be satisfied by vox), it'd be fascinating if instead alastor comes back after seven years and immediately antagonizes vox into losing his shit and making charlie go "ooookay! i'm gonna have to put my therapy techniques in action because vox is clearly not over his situationship." and that's how her and alastor meet. i think she knows about the alastor thing but hadn't really seen what the problem was before he came back; everyone in hell has enemies after all, and a little healthy rivalry never hurt anyone, but seeing it in action is totally different. after the third time vox plunges the city into darkness because alastor called him an insecure freak on air she's like umm. we might need to talk about this.

she's super worried about vox because she's never seen him this upset about anything before. vox is relapsing hard into his paranoid-obsessive shit that he'd worked on really hard in the seven years alastor has been away, and now it's all rushing back and threatening to ruin everything he's built—but also, his sorta girlfriend princess independent contractor person (???) is now insisting he try to "make amends" and "practice healthy emotional regulation" and "please stop brooding over your pit of sharks with a bottle of tequila i'm really nervous about you falling in and electrocuting yourself even though i know you're waterproof, come watch a movie with me instead?" and he can't decide whether he resents it or appreciates it (both. it's both).

maybe having charlie around to redirect him and encourage healthier outlets for his anger, unlike how val and vel normally handle his radio demon bullshit, DOES actually get him to calm down a little bit. maybe even enough to reluctantly agree to supervised counseling sessions with alastor, because fucking dammit charlie has gone behind his back to talk to al about repairing their broken friendship and he was so excited, vox, you should've seen him, he practically insisted on having me arrange a meeting, i think he really regrets how things ended between you two and wants to do better, please just give it a chance?? cue the worst couple's counseling session in the universe with vox stiff as a board and shaking with repressed rage in his seat while alastor sips tea demurely across from him and asks oh-so-politely how him and charlie met, and isn't this such a charming little affair, and ooh, redemption? how interesting! charlie is eating this the fuck up, overjoyed at the thought of meeting TWO overlords interested in her plan while vox can't do anything about it but seethe and fantasize about shooting alastor in the face when charlie's back is turned.

this actually sort of turns into vox feeling protective over charlie completely without meaning to, because he knows alastor isn't being genuine, he knows he has ill intentions, and vox has invested too much time and energy and honest commitment into both charlie and her dreams to let fucking alastor destroy it all by taking advantage of her desperate need for validation. only vox gets to capitalize on her daddy issues, dammit. but there's real affection there too, reluctant and uncomfortable as he is with its existence, and it's making it extremely difficult for him to handle alastor's Everything without betraying the fact that he's become emotionally compromised and isn't just looking out for his business interests.

charlie, meanwhile, thinks she's going to get to kill two birds with one stone here: she can help vox get over / assuage a broken relationship that's clearly causing him a lot of distress, and she can rope another influential overlord into endorsing her project, which prods the door open that much further for her to enact real change in hell. but alastor isn't the same kind of monster as vox, and she might be a little in over her head this time—because she just can't stop herself from having faith in people's better natures, even when every indication is pointing the other way. it's a kind of earnest and willful naivete that's like blood in the water to people like alastor and vox. at least she knows—she hopes—vox would hesitate now. she can't really say the same for al. either way, she's going to keep trying, and it's really a race between charlie's ability to infect people with soft mushy friendship emotions by double-bluffing their manipulative plots and alastor's ability to pry people open like clamshells and inflict horrifyingly intimate betrayals on them.

(hint: charlie always wins the long-game. there's only so many times you can sarcastically banter about your feelings over scones with your archrival and your girlfriend supervising before you start actually making breakthroughs and unwillingly understanding each other. charlie has weaponized "ironically committing to the bit too hard" in her favor and it works everyyy time)

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

I know it's short

This belongs in the Caught universe

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Colin had to get out of his house or he might actually murder his dumbass siblings. Well, maybe not Mandy. She wouldn't be taken down easily. His brothers were a different story.

He could've gone to the Alibi or anywhere else to drink away until he was no longer pissed off by everything that moved. And yet, he found himself on North Wallace, about to go inside his girlfriend's house.

Because that was his life now.

It was kinda fucked up how she was able to make his mood better, even times when he didn't want it. He'd told her that too, and she just laughed at him when he was being fucking serious.

Fuckin' Gallagher.

From what he could see outside, the lights were off. It was late, but Fiona shouldn't be in bed yet. Sometimes she watched a bit of TV to unwind. Colin was counting on that being the case tonight so he didn't have to wander through the damn house to get to her bedroom, risking one of her million siblings waking up.

The door would be locked by this time but Colin had a key to let himself in. Not one that she'd given him. He'd taken it from Frank by way of threatening him and when that didn't work because Frank fucking Gallagher never knew when to shut his damn mouth, Colin held a hand around his neck until the guy wheezed out an, "Okay."

Was better this way anyway. Colin heard plenty of complains from Fiona, Lip and Ian how the old asshole was always barging in, taking what wasn't his just to make a quick buck. At least now it wouldn't be as easy for him.

As expected, it was quiet on the inside. The TV was on and there she was, sprawled out on the couch. Her hair was freely splayed, her face lined with exhaustion but

His heart did a real fucking funny thing right then. Jesus, he'd really gone soft.

Feeling slightly awkward even though no one was around, Colin made up for it by flicking her on the side of the head. She swatted at his hand, her groan cut off midway by a yawn that she covered with her forearm.

"Guess playing mommy is hard work, huh?"

"Why are you here?" She muttered, sitting up to give him room. He plopped down, letting her legs drape over his lap.

"That any way to greet your boyfriend?" Colin rubbed her knee with one hand.

"Sorry, I was waiting for the other guy to show up," she shrugged. Her smile was mischievous, shouldn't have been as fuckin' cute as it was.

He smirked. "Yeah? Who's to say I didn't fuck a chick before coming here?"

Fiona was unbothered. "She got better tits than me?"

"Better ass too."

"Too bad she doesn't have better taste in men," she said smoothly.

Colin captured her lips for a rough kiss. "Fuck you," he whispered, lips turning up in a grin.

In the midst of that kiss, he reached for the remote and as soon as she realized it, Fiona tried to get it back but Colin was faster.

"Give it back!"

"Fuck off," Colin blocked her with his other arm, switching the channel through different channels. "Eh, that's shitty. Fuckin' stupid. Who the fuck even watches this? Nah-"

"Colin!" Fiona struggled against him, so he trapped her legs under his.

"Fiona," he mocked.

She rolled her eyes, and gave up trying to escape. "Fucking asshole."

"Damn right."

Once he'd actually found something worthwhile to watch, Colin kept his eyes on the screen, his thumb rubbing her skin. Fiona had her hand in his hair, his curls around her fingers.

Halfway through the show, Fiona started pulling him down with her. "Come on," she said when he looked at her in confusion. "You're tired. Just lay down."

"I'm fine, Gallagher."

"With Terry's DNA? I doubt it."

He narrowed his eyes in the face of her cheeky grin. "You know, I've hurt people for less."

"Okay, Tough Guy," she said, unfazed. "But I'd like the feeling in my legs back so lay down or I'm moving."

For a moment, the TV was the only noise. Colin didn't do stuff like this. Fucking cuddling. There'd been one time she'd invaded his personal space after sex but he'd pretended to be asleep, not knowing how to handle it.

God, he sounded like a pussy.

Feeling awkward for the second time that night, Colin lowered himself down behind her. His arm was over her, legs intertwined, his senses overridden with Fiona's citrusy shampoo.

As for Fiona herself, she was unaware of his thoughts. "You have shitty taste in TV," she sighed, turning over to face him, laying against his body. Colin froze.

Wasn't expecting it to feel as...nice as it did.

What the fuck was happening to him? Interested in a damn relationship and now this girly shit was makin' him feel all warm.

What the fuck are you doing to me, Gallagher? Colin thought, and strangely, he didn't feel upset over it.

[cxrdycxps]

aaaah loved the last chapter!!! I’m glad the assholes got what they deserved. I wish Joel would’ve grovelled a bit more but it is Joel… hahaha! And I guess in the end it was a misunderstanding but man was he an asshole in the second chapter.

I would love to see Joel and the reader talk about her past a bit! Especially with his stupid comment at the end of the second chapter. She talked about it with Tommy a bit but I wanna know how much Joel knows and idk, it’s not exactly a romantic idea but still lmao! Would definitely love to read more from this little universe!

Anon I love you 🧡 Joel doesn’t really strike me as the groveling type. He’s more the like, acts of service kind of guy? Like he’ll make it up to you but not with empty words? Idk if that makes sense but here goes…. I’d also like to let you know I don’t decide what I’m writing. I just type, that’s your warning. If you don’t like smut stop reading after Joel threatens to kill them.

☢️ sexual assault (past and discussion) • panic attacks • swearing • reader is me and she gets hot for Joel Miller killing people • unprotected sex • weird version of dirty talk ☢️

Main Masterlist • Joel Miller Masterlist • Cat And Mouse Masterlist

The key caught in the lock. The hinges of the door squeaked. The floorboards creaked and groaned with each step. The ropes pulled against your raw skin. The room was quiet, your shaky breathing the only thing to be heard.

You struggled against the bindings, the dark paralyzing you. When the light came on, your bindings released and you were scrambling from your bed without thinking.

You paused on your hands and knees, the plush fabric of the mat under your fingers. There wasn’t a mat in that room. There was barely a blanket. No one would’ve furnished it. The skin of your wrists wasn’t damaged or raw. You sighed, sitting back and turning to face the bed.

Joel was sitting up with the sheets pooled around his waist. You hadn’t had nightmares in some time but you’d had lunch with Meredith today and you knew that it was good to talk about your trauma but it unlocked everything you had been trying to bury.

“You alright, baby?” Joel asked softly and you shrugged from your position on the floor. Your fingers pulled at the hem of your sleep shirt and you inhaled deeply. “Nightmares?”

“Sometimes. Memories.” You shrugged again and Joel nodded in understanding. He patted the mattress beside him but you only shook your head. Being in bed didn’t help, not after. He considered you before climbing from the bed, taking a seat next to you.

“You okay with touch, right now?” He asked and you shrugged again before nodding, letting your whole body sag against him. He shuffled a little, pulling you to sit in his lap, holding you close. He reached his arm out and dragged the sheets off the bed to drape them around you both. “Wanna talk about it?”

“That’s what caused the nightmares. I had lunch with Meredith.” You explained and Joel nodded shortly, rocking you from side to side.

“He’s dead. I don’t know if it helps but he won’t ever do it to you again.” Joel promised, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re safe with me. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“It wasn’t Nolan. It was before. It was the room. God I hated that fucking room.” You shuddered in Joel’s embrace and he held you tighter, still rocking. “I spent five years staring at that fucking ceiling. I was allowed out of bed to go toilet and that was it. My fucking muscles started wasting away.”

Joel paused in his rocking only momentarily but it was enough that you drew away from him, blinking at the shock on his face. You had just assumed Tommy had told him everything. “You didn’t know?”

“No. I didn’t know anything about before you came to Jackson. Nolan and Abdul, they hinted at something happening. Says you got roughed up a couple of times.” Joel admitted and you laughed without humor.

“Couple a times.” You shook your head. “That explains your shitty comments.”

You leaned back against him again. Too tired to drag up the anger you had felt at his comments. Joel had apologized over and over with his actions. He had made you feel impossible secure in yourself and he held you every night so that you could sleep.

He hasn’t known any different before and when he had learned the truth he had been right there for you. It was still exhausting having to explain everything again.

“The QZ broke down. FEDRA left with their tails between their legs and people left. There wasn’t enough food or supplies to live on. Those that didn’t leave found themselves at the mercy of the mercenaries that had run FEDRA out. You had to have a use.” You told Joel, pulling one of his big hands into your lap, tracing the lines of his palm to calm you. “They found a use for me. There was thirteen in total. Took me a while to figure out it wasn’t just one man with incredible stamina.”

Joel didn’t laugh at your joke. You knew it wasn’t funny. Nothing about it had been funny. “I couldn’t see a lot of the time. They covered my eyes with something. Thought for a while I was just blind or something. Thought they had done something to me. The cloth slipped eventually. One of the new comers liked eye contact.”

“Was it close? The QZ?” Joel asked, his voice barely contained the rage you felt.

“It don’t matter.” You told him with a sigh. “I know what maybe two of them looked like. There would be no way of knowing who had done it.”

“I’d find out. You find me those two and I’d find out.” You pulled back to stare at him and found him red faced in his anger.

“I’m, fuck. Jesus.” You swallowed and Joel inhaled deeply, schooling his features because he thought he was scaring you. “No, I’m scary fucking turned on right now. You saying that? Telling me you’d kill them for me?”

There was more of the story to tell him but you didn’t have time. You shuffled around in his lap and pushed at him until he was lying down. He seemed confused with the change of pace but let you take the lead.

There wasn’t time for preamble. You hadn’t put underwear on while sharing a bed with Joel in a long time. He wore only boxers and you shuffled around to pull them down before pausing. “Can I?”

“Please.” Joel exhaled and you took him in hand, holding him while you lowered yourself down his length. Joel grunted, his stomach tensing in an effort to restrain himself.

“Say it again.” You urged when you had him fully inside, pushing against you in all the right ways. You moved your hips in a slow grind and sighed happily. “Please.”

“I’d fucking kill them all.” He grunted, one hand on your hip and the other pulling you down from the back of your neck, so close you were sharing air. “Slowly and fucking painfully. They’d suffer every bit you did in those five long years in a day.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and you moaned, pressing you lips to Joel’s. It was sloppy, gasping into his mouth when you began to bounce your hips shallowly. “I ain’t ever had a man take care of me like you do.”

“I said it before and I’ll say it again. I’ll promise you anything baby, especially when you got this tight pussy squeezing my cock like a fucking vice.” He groaned and you straightened up, one hand in the center of his chest for support.

“You killed Nolan for me.” You told him and he nodded, hand on your hips. Every time you lowered yourself he pulled your hips forward in a grinding move that had you seeing stars.

“I’d fucking do it again. Beat him with my own hands. He wasn’t getting the easy way out of a bullet.” You whined, rolling your hips in an effort to chase your release. You needed to cum, needed him to fill you up. His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing in tight circles just how you liked it. “Come for me baby. Need it.”

You bounced shallowly, keening with his touch. When your orgasm washed over you Joel grunted, your pussy clenching tighter around him. “That’s fucking it, sweet girl. I’ll fucking kill ‘em all.”

You collapsed against his chest as he pumped into you, shuddering with his own orgasm. You rested your head in the crook of his neck as you both caught your breath.

“Lou escaped. She had been newer to it than I was. She still had some fight in her. She got me out, had to near carry me. But we got out. We got here.” You whispered against the skin of his neck. “I made it here to find you.”

I know you’re supposed stagger your posting to increase engagement or whatever put honestly I just write and post. So enjoy this spam 🤷‍♀️