#I've stared at certain parts of my work for hours knowing it was rough but drawing a blank on how to improve it

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

There are a few posts floating around with lots of love and encouragement for artists and writers, but can we take a moment to say thank you to all the beta readers and editors out there? Y'all are incredible. Your services are invaluable and I love you so very much. 💙

[writeandsurvive]

Happy that you open for requests 😊

I would like 33 and 41 with my bae Alden Parker 🥰

Hey anon, I really hope you won't be disappointed 🥹 love to you ❤️

Warnings: annoying ex, jealousy, things get slightly 🔥 towards the end

33. Are you jealous?

41. You're lucky you're hot

Worth It ~ Alden Parker

Alden Parker knows his job is highly demanded, taking so much of his time it can cause issues in a relationship. With his ex-wife, it worked well sense they worked together, but since then, it was always a big problem with women he dated - among other things.

When you two got together, he was very forward about it. Saying he'd do his best, but the job could make him miss stuff, being away for a bit, not being home at regular hours. But you were okay with it, saying that you were convinced he was worth it. And things have been working for a couple of years since.

There has been ups and down, as in every relationship. But overall, you always manage to talk and resolve whatever issue there is. Alden really learned the meaning and importance of communication in a relationship with you, and he was very thankful for it.

It turned out that Alden was the one having issues with how much his job takes. You've had a tight group of friends for years, with whom you spent most of your free time. And Alden stopped counting how many times you told him about the time you had with them, making him feel left out.

There was women and men in your group of friends. Some were in relationships, even married with kids and others were singles. What bothered Alden was that one of those guys was actually your ex. You gave it a try a few years ago, and it lasted a certain among of time before you both realized you were better as friends. At least, that's what you thought and told Alden, but the first time he met your group of friends and so your ex, he had this gut feeling; your ex was not over you.

On a Friday night, it was one of your friends' birthday, and y'all planned on meeting at your usual bar. Alden has been gone for a few days at sea, and you hadn't heard about it. It was the first time, but you really didn't like this part of the job. The man you love being somewhere in the middle of the ocean, not knowing how he's doing, if he's okay, when he's coming back... Those days he's gone are rough, and you usually turn to your friends more than normally. You never told Alden how you feel when he's away because you didn't want him to feel more guilty than he already is. You know he's afraid his job is going to push you away and you'd never want him to believe that he's right. Because you are not going anywhere, as you love this man more than you ever loved anyone before.

The celebration was going very well. Everyone could make it, your friend Mel has been showered with love and gifts, and the alcohol was flowing. You had a few drinks in, and alcohol gets you to be quite touchy. You just go to your friends, kissing their cheeks, hugging them, leaning on them. Luckily, they were used to it after several years, and they would just accept it. At some point, you reached to your ex, giving him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek and rested your head on his shoulder. "You're drunk." He laughed.

"Mhm, not yet."

"Too bad. The first time we slept together was after at Mel's birthday, both quite drunk."

"I've got a boyfriend." You said, sternly.

"I had a girlfriend back then!" He exclaimed.

"I love my Alden."

"Yeah, well. Where is he tonight?"

"Bite me."

You started to walk away but he grabbed your waist immediately, bringing your body against his. He leaned into your neck, and gently bit. You laughed out loud, trying to pull him away, "get off me you vampire!" You shouted.

You didn't know how long after someone pull you away and it was only after a moment, that you looked at this someone. Alden was holding you against him, staring at your ex as if he could kill him with his eyes. "Alden, baby! You're back!" You practically jumped into his arms, holding him tight and kissing his cheeks and neck. Even with the alcohol, you noticed how tensed he was, barely engaging in the embrace. You started to pout like a child. "Don't do that, please." He softly said.

"I missed you. Hug and kiss me."

He sighed before finally returning the hug. He held you extremely tight but you loved every second of it. "I missed you too," he said, looking at you. He leaned in to kiss you and the kiss was practically a show for everyone looking. All teeth and tongues, you even felt Alden's hands grabbing your ass.

"Get a room!" You heard one of your friends shouting. You flipped them off and kept kissing your man until you were out of breath.

You had a few more drinks after Alden's arrival, while he stayed sober so he could drive the both of you home. You stayed glue to him the entire time, which got your friends to tell you to let him go, that he was not going to fly away. "He is! He always is and I want him to stay on the land."

"Alden, seriously, stop leaving. I'm tired of having her crash at my place cause she misses you." Your other friend said.

"I'll do my best." He answered, bringing you closer to him that you were already were.

Alden figured it was time to leave when you started to sleep on his shoulder. He warned a few of your friends that he was taking you home, seeing how your ex was staring from a corner of the bar. He practically carried you to his car, as you were mumbling some non sense. You slept through the ride and he let you.

Technically, you and Alden were still living separately but in practice, you had been staying at his place for months, even when he was away. He loved coming back to his apartment, seeing that it has been lived in, smelling your scent everywhere, seeing your favorite blanket on his couch, a couple of books laying around, the bed unmade because you don't understand the point of making it. He carried you to the bedroom, sitting you on the bed. You were a bit more awake, and was looking up to him with a smile. "I want you." You said, making him chuckling.

"I want you too," he kissed your forehead. "But let's sleep first, okay?"

"Why?" You whined, trying to undo his buttons.

"Because you've had quite a few drinks and you're obviously tired."

"Never tired for you." You stroked his beard and hair.

"It'll be worth the wait, darling."

He helped you out of your dress and in one of his t-shirts. He made you drink some water before allowing you to fall asleep.

In the morning, you woke to your head pounding and your stomach feeling weak but also Alden's arm around you, his body pressed against yours and his soft breath on your neck. You enjoyed this for a long moment, until the urge to come to the bathroom was too much. You freshened up, brushed your teeth, took some water and aspirin before going back to bed. Alden was awake then. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you." You softly said, snuggling back against him.

"No worries. I struggle to sleep when I don't feel you."

"You and me both." You admitted.

"You didn't sleep here while I was gone, did you?" He asked.

You immediately leaned on your elbow, allowing you to face him. "How--?"

"Why didn't you tell me it--" he stopped unexpectedly. He was clearly staring on your neck, and his face turned more sweet and soft to angry.

"What?" You asked, touching your neck as if you'd feel something.

"Go look in a mirror."

You did and it took you a moment to remember what had happened. You immediately jumped back on the bed, sitting on top of Alden, and apologizing profusely. He let you kissing his face and neck but didn't engage. "I hate him."

"He was just fooling around--"

"No, he wasn't. He did it on purpose, probably hoping it would get us to have a fight."

"Me and him, it's in the past, Den. We're just friends."

"To you."

"Are you jealous?" Alden had never truly shown jealousy before and seeing how angry and protective he could get, did things to you.

"This is beyond jealousy at this point. He's clearly still into you and it's upsetting that you're not seeing it or refusing to see it."

You sighed, laying down on top of him. "Maybe you're right. I just don't want to lose my friend."

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. "I know. But imagine I wouldn't have seen what happened, how do you think I'd have reacted to that mark on your neck?"

You stayed silent for a moment, imagining just that and then imagining if it was the other way around. You completely understood Alden's point of view and maybe he wasn't wrong about your ex.

"I'll do what I have to do."

You grabbed his face to kiss him. Clearly, you were looking for something and Alden knew that, so to annoy you, he barely responded to the kisses. "Aldeeeen!" You whined, touching his torse, kissing his neck, moving your hips against him.

"Yes?" He said, innocently.

"Making love to me." You kissed him. He was a bit more into it, his self control slowly melting away.

"You have another man's mark on you."

You growled at that, as you sat up on him. Under his stare, you got rid of the t-shirt, your bare breasts greeting him. His hands immediately went from your stomach to your tits. "I'm yours," you whispered, looking him deep in the eyes. "Mark me as such."

"Fuck! You're lucky you're hot." He sat up too, hungrily kissing you.

[supergraphicmodernfangirl]

Graham Dunne (nfsw alphabet.)

~~ Requested ~~

A/N: bear with me this Is my first time writing something smut related so sorry If it's bad.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare king. He will immediately gives you cuddles and kisses and then runs you a hot bath. I love him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body is his arms and fingers because of how proud he is with his guitar playing skills and his skills with you (wink, wink.) 

His fav of your body is your eyes, he just loves to stare into them for hours on end. Or your boobs to be honest he's a boob guy. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Gonna be honest he has a breeding a kink, so he loves to cum inside you. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Luke I said this man has a breeding kink, I mean he is a family man soooo. But, otherwise I feel like he is kinda ashamed or embarrassed about a lot of things when it comes to sex because I feel like he really doesn't like to talk about with other people that aren't you. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like my man was a virgin before the band started but as the six got more and more famous he definitely got more and more experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Enough said.

I just feel like he loves to see your eyes and your facial expressions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he's pretty serious but he can be Goofy, because if something awkward or cute happens Graham will flash a smile and laugh.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Lets just say the carpet does match the drapes, but i feel like he doesn't let it get our of hand like he trims and stuff. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate likeeeeee…. Duhhh have you seen this man has is very rom-com Rose pedals in bed esc.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon).

He doesn't do it that much because he has you but when he's on tour or just misses you he does it, and imagine phone sex 🤭

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I've said this like 3 times already but breeding kink! Hehe. And I feel like he has a thing for sneaking around.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Either your guys house or like when you guys are in public you'll find a closet or something like I feel like he loves fucking in the closet at the recording studio.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

This mother fucker like a God damn horny teenager so basically anything. 

When you say something sexually, when you lip your lips a certain way, when you keep eye contact, and especially when your cleavage is showing. Like I said mans a boob guy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No pain kink. He would not want to hurt you and even If you said it didn't hurt you he still wouldn't be up for it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. 

But when he does do it he eats you out like a starved fucking man, he loves the sounds you make and how your thighs shake from underneath him. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the mood you or him your on but usually slow and sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Man's loves quickies.

Before practice, after practice, before you have to go to work, in the morning, before yall go to bed, ect. 

My man's lives for them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. Most of the time atleast. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Like I said: horny mother fucker. So, mostly average Stamina, but when he really needs you he could be lasting a while. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have any himself but If you do and use them around him he will be jealous of an inanimate object.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does like to tease. Enough said.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is average-loud but he tries to cover it up. you're gonna have to get it out of him and believe me it's not gonna take much.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's a switch. 

(I wanna dom this man.)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average. (Like 6-8 inches.)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGHHH.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I feel like he does most of the time but not after taking care of you. 

[penmansparadise]

Henry Creel ~ ...And Forever (Always Part Two)

*I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO THE GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Henry Creel x Fem!Reader with powers

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: SMUT. 18 +. Kind of Season 4 SPOILERS. Mild language. Mentions of blood and violence. Please let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: So, again, I decided to kind of combine two requests.  Someone from my Wattpad asked for a 001/Henry smut, and a lot of people wanted a part two of Always . So, I took it upon myself to give you both lol. I did leave this one open for a part three so let me know if you want one.  I know I mentioned in my last post that I'm packing to travel, so it may take me a little longer to get requests out.  Well, my flight is this week so just be aware of that lol. My next post will be an Eddie Munson x Male!Reader story (YAY FINALLY!!!), so be ready for that.  I've also been thinking of posting some of the songs I enjoy writing to...let me know if you want a little sneak peek into my writing playlist.  And, as always, thank you so so much for the support!

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The alarm clock sitting on the nightstand beeped, alerting that it was time to get up. You stretched a little letting the soft sheets rub over your bare skin, and a tiny groan fell from your lips as you reached your arms over your head and extended your legs. That’s when Henry’s arm tightened around your torso. You rolled over and nuzzled into his chest. A small smile pulled at your lips when you looked into his sterling blue eyes. There was no other way you wanted to wake up.

For the past few months, every morning was the same. The alarm would go off a whole hour before you were supposed to report to your place of duty for the day. It allowed you enough time to get dressed, sneak back to your room, and get ready for the day. You hated sneaking around, but there was no other way. From day one, Brenner made it pretty clear that none of his orderlies or test subjects were allowed to be in a relationship. But that didn’t stop you and Henry. Although, you were certain that he was starting to figure out your little secret from how he was treating the two of you. His once tolerable abuse was becoming worse as the days went by. Almost every night, you would sneak into Henry’s room and have to heal new wounds that Brenner placed on his body. Henry told you it wasn’t necessary, but you couldn’t help yourself. You would never let him suffer.

Henry smiled down at you and pecked your nose.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, voice rough with sleep.

Your stomach did a tiny flip at the sound. Even after all those months, the sound of his voice in the morning was something you didn’t think you’d ever get used to.

“Good morning. I should probably get back to my room.”

Henry groaned and pouted.

“Five more minutes.”

You gave him a sympathetic smile.

“I can’t, baby,” you said before getting out of Henry’s bed and pulling your clothes back on.

Henry leaned up onto one of his elbows, watching your every move. You could feel his eyes on you as you buttoned your shirt and then moved to find your pants.

“What if I told you I found a way to get us out of here?” He suddenly asked.

You scoffed.

“I’d say you were joking.”

“But what if I’m not joking?”

The smile on your face fell, and you froze, staring at Henry. You couldn’t help the way your heart jumped in your chest at the possibility of finally leaving.

“Did you really find a way to escape?” You asked in a whisper.

Henry nodded and sat up, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed, making the duvet shift slightly. The bedding was barely covering his nude lower half.

“I told Dennis I’d take his shift doing janitorial work for the past month. So,” he ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, “I’ve got the master key.”

You let out a breathy laugh as a smile spread across your face. A joy you hadn’t felt in a very long time began to wash over you like a wave. You moved toward the bed until you were between Henry’s legs. His hands found your waist as soon as you were close enough.

“It’s a risk,” he said with a shrug, “but it’s the only chance we’ve got.”

You leaned in and firmly pressed your lips onto his. When you pulled back, you brushed some of his wavy locks off his forehead.

“I’m willing to try if you are.”

Henry cupped your cheek, and you let out a sigh at the feeling of his touch.

“Y/N,” he began, “I’d do anything for you. If you say we’re going, then we’re going.”

Your lips pulled upward before you leaned forward again, kissing him. At first, it was soft, but then it grew fervent. Shocks of pleasure shot through you when Henry’s fingers dug a little deeper into your waist. His hands crept from your hips to your lower back before he guided you down onto his lap so you were straddling him. His lips moved frantically over yours like it was the last time you’d ever kiss him. But you didn’t mind. The intensity was kindling a fire inside you that you always forgot Henry was able to ignite. His hands caressed your thighs before traveling up your back. You knew you should have told him that it was too late. You should have been sneaking back into your room instead of kissing him. But you couldn’t resist him. You were so happy that you and Henry would finally be able to leave and spend your lives together that all rational thoughts were gone.

Henry’s lips left yours and found your neck, sucking on the soft spot that never ceased to make your core clench. His hands slid down your arms and then started to work on unbuttoning your blouse. He didn’t have to look at what he was doing. You and he had been in this position so many times that it was like second nature. Within seconds, he was shoving the thin white fabric over your shoulders and back onto the floor. His mouth connected with yours again before he grabbed the back of your thighs and effortlessly stood from the bed. You could feel his muscles flex beneath your hands, and your heart began to beat faster. Henry turned and placed you on the bed. He stood over your figure, just taking in every inch of you. You could feel your face growing warmer the longer he stared at you, but you were used to it. Henry was nothing if not grateful for what he had, and he never failed to appreciate you in every way he could.

When Henry’s eyes finally landed back on yours, he didn’t waste any time bending down and undoing your pants, leaving you in your bra and panties. They were nothing special. Just plain white. But Henry still found a way to make you feel like the most beautiful woman in them. Henry bent down, kissed your ankle, and then started to move up your leg. Each kiss was soft and sweet. He inched up your leg until his mouth was hovering over your core. He placed the gentlest kiss over your panties, then kept moving. His lips peppered kisses over your stomach, then over the hills of your breasts, before finally reaching your neck. He nuzzled a little earning a tiny giggle from you, then looked at you.

“You’re the sexiest woman in the world. Do you know that?”

His voice was a mixture of sleep and seduction. It had you melting. You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to control yourself. From the way his heavy eyes were staring at you to the way his voice sounded, you were sure you would be able to go right then. Henry cupped your cheek again and used his thumb to pull your lip free from your teeth. Your lips parted right before he slid his thumb into your mouth. You welcomed the bitter taste of his finger on your tongue and shut your lips, sucking a little. He raised his eyebrows, and a sexy smirk formed on his lips as he pulled his thumb from your mouth. Henry used his other hand to slide under your back and unclasp your bra. He removed it from your body and then took one of your nipples between his forefinger and wet thumb. You gasped at the sensation. He lightly tugged and twisted your bud before leaning down and pulling your other nipple into his mouth.

A moan fell from your lips as your head lulled back. His tongue swirled over the sensitive skin of your breast while his rough fingers worked on your other. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each suck and pull Henry’s fingers and tongue made. You needed to feel something where you wanted him. When you felt Henry’s growing erection begin to press against your wet pussy, you couldn’t help how your hips began to lazily buck against him. You could feel Henry shift his weight just slightly to dip his pelvis down, allowing for more friction. With each thrust, your clit rubbed against his warm skin. You let out a long slow moan in thanks, and Henry chuckled. The vibration against your nipple, paired with the sensations you were gaining from thrusting into Henry, almost sent you over the edge. But Henry released both your breasts and lightly pressed your hips down into the bed. It was more of a question than a demand, but you still stopped bucking, allowing him to begin kissing down your torso.

Your breathing was already a little labored, and when his lips stopped just above the hemline of your panties, you almost stopped breathing altogether. He hooked a forefinger through each side and looked at you through hooded eyes.

“Do you mind if I move these out of my way?”

You shook your head a little too vigorously, and Henry chuckled.

“Good,” he said before sliding your panties down your legs.

Henry looked at how wet you were, licked his lips, and then lowered himself between your spread legs. You could feel his breath over your core and were tempted to just grab his face and shove him where you wanted him most. But you didn’t. Instead, you watched as he took a long slow lick up your pussy. He never broke eye contact when he did it again. You moaned with pleasure and let your head fall back as Henry went to work on you. His tongue licked and lapped up and down your wet pussy before wrapping his lips around your clit. Your moans got louder as his tongue began to draw figure eights. You were so wet you were sure Henry was going to drown, but you didn’t even care. All you wanted was to cum all over his face. He sucked and licked your clit, sending shivers throughout your whole body.

When Henry finally pulled away, you let out a little whine. But your disappointment was short-lived. Henry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, crawled over your body, then attached his lips to your neck again. Another moan fell from your lips, and Henry groaned into your neck.

“I love that sound.”

You hummed and turned your head to the side to expose even more flesh for him.

“I love you.”

Henry chuckled and lifted himself to look into your eye.

“I love you too, baby.”

Then, he reached between his legs and slowly slid into you. Even though you and Henry had been here before, it always felt like the first time. Your body felt like it was buzzing as Henry began to slide in and out of you. Each thrust was slow and sensual. They were measured and careful. He wanted to feel every inch of you like he was trying to memorize you. He dropped his head into the crook of your neck. You could hear his labored breathing and his low groans that turned into whines. Your lips parted as a moan came out. The sound of Henry’s whines of pleasure was angelic. You could listen to them all day.

It was so soft each time Henry pressed deep into you. You began to buck into him, driving him even deeper and getting a little friction against your clit. So, Henry angled his hips down so that you didn’t have to do any work. Every thrust he made, his pelvis rubbed right against your clit, making you a moaning mess from the pleasure you were feeling. Your hands gripped Henry’s toned back, making him whine even more into your ear. You could feel yourself getting closer, and by the way Henry’s erection was twitching inside of you, you knew he was close too. You arched your back a little, pressing your breasts into Henry’s chest, and he burrowed his head even further into your neck. One of his hands slid down the length of your thigh before gripping it and pulling your leg over his back. He began to thrust into you a little faster, and you could feel your high getting closer. You shut your eyes and dug your nails into Henry’s back until, finally, you were unraveling around him, and he was going inside of you.

Both of you let out one final moan before Henry pulled out and fell next to you on the small bed. You were both out of breath as you curled into Henry’s side, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. Neither of you made any effort to move until Henry started drawing lazy circles on your side. You wiggled under his touch and started to giggle.

“Don’t do that. It tickles.”

“What?” Henry asked, “This?”

He poked your side, and you jumped.

“Yes, that?”

“Oh,” Henry began, a playful smirk gracing his lips, “you don’t like when I do this right here?”

His fingers started an assault on your sides, causing you to squeal and wriggle under his hands.

“Stop, stop,” you squeaked through your giggles.

Henry attacked your sides for a beat more until you were both panting from laughing so hard. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you. You would never get over the way he stared at you. It was as if you were the only important thing in the world. Like you were the only thing that ever did and ever would matter. He bent down and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Your lips curled up just slightly.

“I love you too, Henry.”

He was staring at you again when suddenly, the door burst open. You pulled the duvet over your chest, and Henry sat upright to look at the door. Your stomach fell to the floor as you watched Brenner and two other orderlies walk into the room. You snuck a glance at the clock and realized both of you were already over thirty minutes late. It wasn’t a surprise that he barged in. And it wasn’t a surprise that he knew exactly where to find the two of you. But still, you couldn’t help the fear that began to unfurl inside you. Brenner’s stare was cold and hard. Ominous and dark, like he was evil in the flesh. He looked from you to Henry, then back.

“I see the rules don’t matter to either of you,” he said, his voice bouncing off the bare walls.

You and Henry were silent. Brenner raised his eyebrows.

“What? All of a sudden, neither of you have anything to say?” He asked with a shrug. “Hm. That’s a first. No matter. You,” he pointed at you, “get your clothes on. You’re coming with me.”

“No,” Henry finally said. He sat up a little straighter in an attempt to put himself in front of you.

“It was my idea. Take me instead.”

Brenner’s stare got even darker.

“No, Henry. I thought that after constantly being punished on Y/N’s behalf, you would learn your lesson. But clearly, I was wrong. So, I have to reach you another way.”

He turned his glare to you once again, and now a sneer was playing on his lips.

“Get dressed,” was all he said before exiting the room with the two orderlies.

You could already feel your hands shaking as the fear tried to claw its way out of you. Once the door was shut, you didn’t waste any time. You shot out of bed and started grabbing your discarded garments. It was evident that your hands were trembling as you tried and failed several times to button your blouse. Your throat burned with tears that you tried to swallow down. But when you felt a sleek wet stream down your cheek, you knew that you weren’t doing a great job. You could hear Henry get out of the bed and pull on his briefs behind you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him. Not while you were trying to cover up the fact that you were crying. But he knew. He always did. And when you turned to face him, he was already standing there, his hands immediately on your cheeks wiping the tears away.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m getting us out of here, okay? Remember, it’s you and me. Always.

You sniffled and nodded.

“Always.”

Henry planted a firm kiss on your forehead before letting you go to leave the room. As soon as you were in the hallway, the two orderlies that were with Brenner seized your arms. They didn’t give you a chance to get your feet under you as they dragged you down the hall. Each room you passed, you looked inside. Some of the children were practicing using their powers; others just looked away as if they didn’t hear you being hauled away. But one child didn’t shy away. No, she watched you the entire time, never breaking eye contact. As you passed Eleven’s room, she stared in silence, and you stared back until she was out of your line of sight and you were being thrown into an empty room.

You slammed into the cold tile floor. You were unfamiliar with this room, but you imagined it’s where Brenner took Henry every time he punished him. It was unwelcoming, the only thing inside an empty table. You tried to stumble to your feet, but before you could stand up, a sharp sting zinged through your body. You let out a yelp as you fell to the floor. A pair of shiny black dress shoes came into your line of sight, and you knew that zap was only the beginning.

“After everything I did for you, Y/N, you still choose to disrespect me.”

You sat up onto your knees only to be tased again. Both the orderlies that dragged you into the room poked you with their tasers, sending you into a mini convulsion. You let out a long groan, and when they stopped, you dropped your head.

“I took you in, Y/N,” Brenner said calmly.

You lifted your head in disbelief.

“No, you imprisoned me.”

Brenner nodded toward you, and the orderlies zapped you again. They kept the sticks on you for longer than necessary. But you imagined that’s what Brenner wanted. He wanted you in pain. He wanted to hear you cry and scream for mercy. Tears started to roll down your face the longer the harsh burn of the taser stayed on your body, and soon a scream clawed its way out of you. Finally, they stopped, and you slumped down onto the floor. Your face hit the cool tile, and you couldn’t bother to pick yourself up.

“You were supposed to be special,” Brenner said, his voice rising. “And when it turned out you were average, I couldn’t send you back. You already knew too much.”

Another two long zaps shot through your body, and you cried out in pain. Your vision was blurring, and you weren’t sure if it was from the pain or the tears.

“Everything I did to you was never to hurt you, Y/N! It was to earn your respect!”

Brenner took in a breath.

“But it seems you and Henry still refuse to give me any. So, I’ve had to resort to this.”

The sticks poked your sides, sending you into another bout of convulsions. You were screaming so loud that your throat felt like it was on fire. Your brain felt cloudy, and your body was shaking. Your eyes were closed, but you heard the familiar click of Brenner’s shoes approach you. You were yanked up from the floor by the two orderlies, and Brenner’s cold hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“I own you,” he said through gritted teeth. “You will respect me, Y/N.”

You were seeing double of Brenner. Your vision was going in and out as you tried to focus on him. When you finally settled in on his steely eyes, you gave him the sweetest smile you could and said, “Go to hell.”

His fingers dug into your face for a second before he threw you back to the ground. You could hear him walking away, but that sound was soon drowned out by the zapping of the tasers and your screams. The two orderlies repeatedly tased you until you floated off into darkness.

You were drifting through the darkness until you felt an incessant poking. Your name echoed through your head, and it sounded so far away. Your eyes felt heavy, and you didn’t think you had the strength to open them, but the poking didn’t stop. So, finally, your eyes fluttered open. It took a minute for them to focus, but when they did, you were welcomed by the sight of Henry.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s me, baby. You’re okay now.”

Henry planted a kiss on your lips and then on your forehead. Your body felt sore, and you groaned a little as you sat up. When you looked around, you realized you were in your room. Everything looked the same until your eyes landed on Eleven standing just behind Henry.

“What is she doing here?” You asked, panic dripping off each word.

“It’s okay,” Henry said, brushing the side of your face, “she’s going to help us in exchange for her own escape.”

You looked back at the little girl. Even though you spent a lot of time with the children, you hadn’t really talked to Eleven. Any time you were in the Rainbow Room, she would always gravitate toward Henry. You weren’t even sure how strong she was, especially since she was so tiny. But if Henry believed in her, so did you. So, you nodded and looked back at him.

“Okay.”

Henry smiled and turned toward Eleven to give her an approving nod. But when he turned, you noticed a streak of blood dripping down the side of his neck. You reached your hand out to heal him, but Henry took your hand in his, stopping you.

“Save your energy. I’m fine.”

He kissed the back of your hand.

“Are you ready?”

You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that filled you. You and Henry were mere moments away from leaving your prison. You would be able to start your lives together like a real couple. You’d be able to travel and visit all the places he showed you when you were teenagers. You’d be able to buy a house and maybe even start a family. Henry gave your hand a light squeeze, and you refocused on him. He looked at you in anticipation, and you nodded. He smiled, gave you one more sweet kiss, then helped you to your feet.

He opened the door, and after he made sure the coast was clear, he exited. You and Eleven followed him closely as he marched down the hall. He looked different than you had ever seen him. He was always confident, but now he looked powerful. Henry led you all down a maze of halls until you ran across a guard who stood in front of a set of double doors. The man straightened when he saw you all approaching.

“Hey, what are you-”

He didn’t get to finish his statement before Henry flicked his head to the side, sending the man flying into the wall. His blood splattered everywhere as his body fell to the floor, limp. Your mouth fell open. You had never seen Henry like this before. He only ever showed you the good side of his powers. You never saw the more sinister side. He turned to face you and Eleven and didn’t seem fazed by your shock. Instead, he bent down to be on Eleven’s level. He placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Remember what we talked about?”

She nodded.

“Good,” he said. “So, you know what to do.”

He stood up and began to walk toward the double doors, but you grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry,” he said with a smile, “Eleven will protect you. I’ll see you soon.”

He didn’t give you a chance to reply before he walked off through the double doors. When the doors closed, Eleven moved to put you and the doors behind her. At first, it was silent. The only sound you could hear was your heavy beating heart and ragged breathing. You were aimlessly tapping your toes together, waiting for Henry to come back through the doors. Then the loud blare of the emergency alarm rang through the whole facility. You froze as the sound reverberated through your body. Eleven immediately stood up a little straighter facing down the long hall. You weren’t sure what was going on, but you didn’t dare move. Then, suddenly, the echo of rapid approaching footsteps came from down the corridor. You took a step back until your back ran into the doors. When the guards came into view, you held your breath. Eleven just watched them get closer and closer. You wanted to yell at her to do something, and a small part of you believed that Henry was wrong until she raised her hand. Then, just like Henry, she started making the guards go slamming into the walls. You watched her in awe. It amazed you that such a small girl could carry so much power. But you were proud to have witnessed it. One by one, she picked off the guards until there were no more coming toward the two of you.

Eleven wiped the blood from her nose, then took your hand in hers and led you through the double doors. You gasped at the scene. Blood was splattered against all the walls, and there were bodies of those you once called your coworkers scattered along the floor. The lights were flickering as the alarm continued to blare. Eleven didn’t let go of your hand as she began to run through the halls. You looked in each office you passed and kept looking behind you, hoping to see Henry somewhere. But the deeper you two ran into the facility, the more you began to get worried. He was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Henry?” You asked.

Eleven shook her head and kept running.

“We need to keep going.”

“No,” you said firmly, trying to pull your hand from her grip. “We need to make sure Henry’s safe.”

“He’s fine!” The little girl shouted as she came to a complete stop, taking you aback. “Come on. The exit is just around the corner.”

Eleven began to run again until the two of you rounded the corner. Standing in front of you was a single elevator. Your forehead creased, and you scoffed. This was it. There was no way out, and the two of you were going to get caught. After something like this, Brenner wasn’t going to just punish you. He was going to kill you. But just as you were about to say something, Eleven pulled a set of keys out of her pocket. Your lips parted with realization. Henry gave her the master key.

The little girl plucked the key card from the set of keys, swiped it on the box sitting next to the elevator buttons, and then pushed the up button. You turned back to the long hallway, hoping that Henry would show up. It felt like every second was an hour, and yet he still was not running down the hall toward you and Eleven. You swallowed the panic that was creeping up your throat when the ding of the elevator sounded, but you didn’t move. Henry wasn’t there yet.

“Miss Y/N,” Eleven’s high-pitched voice grabbed your attention. “We have to go.”

You shook your head and turned back to the empty hall.

“No,” you said, voice cracking just slightly, “I’m not leaving without him.”

Eleven tugged on your blouse.

“I promised Mr. Henry that I’d keep you safe. He made me promise that I’d get you out of here.”

You turned to face her, and her eyes were more solemn than before as she finished with, “Even if he’s not with us.”

Your lip began to quiver as tears built in your eyes. You weren’t sure if they were angry or sad tears. It was so much like Henry to have this girl promise to leave him if it meant that you’d be safe. But you couldn’t leave him. That’s not what was supposed to happen. You and Henry were supposed to get out together and run away. You were supposed to run so far that Brenner and his posse of people would never be able to find either of you again. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. The tears dripped down your cheeks, and you tried to wipe them away, but it was no use.

“I can’t leave him,” you whispered.

Eleven took your hand again, and you looked down at her.

“Please, Miss Y/N,” she begged.

Just then, the shouts and footsteps of more guards filled your ears, and Eleven dropped your hand long enough to send the three men flying through the air. When their bodies slammed against the floor, she looked at you again.

“It’s time.”

A sob fell from your lips as you followed the little girl into the elevator. But when you turned around, Henry’s blonde figure rounded the corner. There was blood covering his face and his once-white clothes. You weren’t sure whose it was, but Henry didn’t look as strong as he had when he left you earlier. His eyes were a little sunken, and his stature was slumped. Close behind him was a mob of guards. More than you and Eleven had seen since he left you two, and you knew. Henry had left to try and get rid of as many guards as he could for your safe escape. But there were more than he had bargained for, and he couldn’t fight anymore. Now he had no other choice but to run. You grabbed Eleven’s arm.

“It’s him!” You shouted, taking a step toward the elevator doors. “We have to wait!”

Henry was sprinting toward you, but it felt like he was miles away. The guards were so close, and they were gaining on him. Henry waved his arms.

“Go!”

Your heart fell, and you shook your head.

“No,” you whispered.

“Go! Now!”

“No, no, no.” You went to step out of the elevator when Eleven’s hand grabbed your arm to stop you.

“No! Henry, please!”

You watched as the man you loved tried to make it to you. Agony was written all over his face. You knew he was tired and in pain, yet he was still running toward you. He never gave up. But you and he both knew. He wasn’t going to make it. A tear streaked through the blood on his face.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“Henry!” You shouted just as you pulled your arm free from Eleven’s grip. But it was too late. You watched Henry use his powers to shut the elevator door, and Eleven hit the button to send it into its ascension.

A sob ripped through you as you slammed your hands into the elevator doors. You were screaming as tears poured down your cheeks. Your hands banged on the doors, begging for them to open again. You needed them to open. But when they finally did, it wasn’t Henry who you saw. Instead, it was the lobby you saw years ago when Brenner first brought you to the lab. Eleven took your hand again and began to guide you through a back exit. You were numb. You weren’t even paying attention to where Eleven was bringing you. It meant nothing to you anymore. But you still followed her out the door and into the rainy night. The two of you trudged through the mud until you reached the fence closing in the lab. The little girl pulled back a piece that was loose and helped you through before following behind you. Once she was through, she took your hand again, and the two of you ran off into the woods. You looked back as the lab receded and let out another cry. You may have escaped, but you knew in your heart that wasn’t the last time you’d see Hawkins Lab because you were going to do everything you could to get Henry back.    

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[queridopascal]

The new job (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

Part 1 of the “Ad Astra” series

Summary: as your eyes scanned the page, the words “spatial coordinates” and the phrase “writings and symbols no one has been able to decipher” made your eyes widen and your interest spike... (word count: 1.7k)

Warning: mention of food and drinks

A/N: my first ever Mando fic/series (even though we don't get to meet him in this first chapter)! Huge thanks to @hnt-escape for beta reading, and I hope you guys enjoy it ✨

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated ❤️

NEXT | SERIES MASTERLIST

Sitting alone in your home office with a mug of coffee in your hand, you shuffled through the heap of unopened mail you found upon your return from your last expedition: advertising brochures, leaflets, bills and, at the bottom of the stack, a cream-coloured paper envelope with slightly torn edges.

Prompted by curiosity, you put down the mug and opened the letter with an old knife you kept in the first drawer: it was typewritten, dated 25th of September and signed at the bottom by a certain Elizabeth Williams.

As your eyes scanned the page, the words “spatial coordinates” and the phrase “writings and symbols no one has been able to decipher” made your eyes widen and your interest spike. Your work as an archaeologist had given you the opportunity to travel the world, discover different types of artifacts and ruins, get closer to cultures and their ancient origins; but something inside of you, a feeling in your gut, was telling you that what was described in the letter was unique and, possibly, something you had never seen before.

Without giving it a second thought, you dialed the phone number scribbled underneath the signature and waited with bated breath as you began fidgeting with a pen, clicking it open with every beeping sound coming from the other side.

“Hello?” a calm tone greeted you.

“Mrs. Williams?” you asked, clearing your throat.

“Yes, it’s me.”

“Hi, I’m-”

“I know who you are, I’ve been waiting for your call.” the woman said with a smile in her voice.

“Oh,” you gasped, “I... received your letter and I would love to hear more about this artifact you mention.”

“Great. I’ll have someone pick you up tomorrow morning at 9 sharp.”

“Thanks, Mrs Williams,” you nodded, “do I… have to bring anything?”

“Your knowledge will be sufficient, my dear.”

Once you both ended the call, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, feeling anxious and impatient for what was about to come and reliving the exact same sensations you had experienced the day of your very first excavation.

After a sleepless night, you were awakened by the furious pitter patter of heavy rain against the windows. The dark grey of the sky made every room of your house incredibly cold and humid, and you put on your favorite cardigan as you dragged your feet into the kitchen to prepare something for breakfast.

When you finished eating, you took a quick shower and got dressed in your favorite black pencil skirt and a white blouse, a matching blazer and a pair of heels completed the look. You took a seat on the couch in your living room and waited for the driver.

At 9AM there was a knock at your front door, and you immediately grabbed your blazer and your purse and walked over to it.

“Good morning, Miss,” the driver bowed his head a little and extended his gloved hand to you while opening a black umbrella with the other. “Please, follow me. Mrs. Williams and her colleagues are waiting for you.”

You put your hand in his as he walked you over to the sedan; he opened the car door and waited for you to get in, shutting it swiftly once you got comfortable in the cream leather back seat.

After a two hours drive, the car stopped in front of a wired mesh and barbed wire fence, lined with several “Military Zone” signs. A couple of seconds later, the guarded gates opened with a screech, letting the car enter what looked like a tunnel carved inside of a mountain.

The driver pulled up in front of a large white door with soldiers on either side, where an elderly woman waited with crossed arms.

“Goodmorning my dear,” the woman stepped towards you. “I’m Elizabeth. Welcome to the Falls Hill military installation.”

She hugged you tightly and you stiffened at first, looking at the two soldiers, whose eyes were fixed on a point in front of them.

“Come, I’ll show you around.”

One of the guards stepped to the side and held the door open for you and Mrs. Williams. The large corridor that extended in front of you reminded you of a war bunker: it was grey and cold, illuminated by pale neon lights, and it had the same distinctive smell you would find in the subway.

You followed her obediently, and when she reached the end of the corridor, she slowly opened a set of double doors bearing an "Authorized Personnel Only" sign; taking a step forward, your mouth dropped open in wonder as soon as you laid eyes on what looked like a giant stone ring covered with strange inscriptions.

“I've never seen anything like this,” you gulped, keeping your eyes fixed on the object.

Mrs. Williams chuckled, pleased at your reaction. “No one has, my dear.”

“Can I…?” you asked in a trembling voice as you pointed at the artifact.

Elizabeth nodded and you walked over to it, placing your hand on the rough surface of the stone to feel the engraved characters under your fingers.

“These inscriptions,” you started, turning to her, “might be hieratic or maybe cuneiform, I think I've seen some of those symbols before.”

“Perhaps you could help us with the interpretation?” she moved to stand beside you and tilted her head to the side, looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah, of course. I'll get to work right away.”

The hours passed quickly, and between one cup of coffee and another, it was already evening. The succession of symbols and characters engraved in the stone kept repeating in your mind, a mix of infinite combinations and interpretations, from the most logical to the least plausible.

Wrinkling your eyes for tiredness, you looked up from all your papers and notes, finding a new possible interpretation of the second row that made your heart race.

“Mrs. Williams, was anything else found in the proximity of this object?”

“I was hoping you'd ask me,” she smiled and motioned you to follow her.

Elizabeth led you through a hallway and stopped in front of another door, resting both hands on the opening handle.

“You are not to speak of this to anyone, understand?”

You simply nodded, your breath catching in your throat at her request.

“Mrs. Williams, I haven't issued any new authorization papers for this lady.” a baritone voice captured your attention, and you turned around only to find a soldier in uniform staring back at you.

“Colonel Shaw, it's nice to see you again,” Elizabeth greeted him with a gentle smile, but the man looked at her with a serious and impenetrable gaze.

“Mrs. Williams, I don't think I'll have to remind you that what's inside this room is classified.” he walked over to the both of you, his expression unfazed.

“She's the new addition to my team, Colonel,” she said, looking him straight into his icy blue eyes, “a world-renowned archaeologist who is going to help us decipher the inscriptions on the stone ring.”

“Exactly. Then why are you here?” he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Because,” you cleared your throat “the second row of inscriptions refers to another object, described as the portal.”

The Colonel raised an eyebrow at you and sighed, then looked at Elizabeth.

“Permission denied.”

“Excuse me, Colonel Shaw. I was told you would have given me carte blanche, especially since the government authorized this project,” she stepped towards him with her usual calm tone.

“Not for long,” he retorted, “you have one more week Mrs. Williams, the clock is ticking. And since she doesn't have any authorization at the moment, I won't grant her access into this room.”

“Then I guess I'll have to ask Captain Gallo,” she crossed her arms. “See, he was the one who helped us get started with this project and I'm sure he would authorize this young lady in a heartbeat.”

The Colonel exhaled angrily, his jaw was clenched in frustration and you smiled to yourself.

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth “You have my permission.”

6 days later

Staring at the portal, the inscripted characters on dark metal and stone looked so similar to something you had seen before, but also so different. You felt intimidated by that object, almost in awe, it was as if it gave off vibrations within the room, as if it wanted to give you clues to solve that riddle that had been keeping you and the rest of the team awake for days.

“Morning guys,” Elizabeth walked into the research lab with a box of donuts, “I brought something to eat.”

“Thanks,” you beamed at her as you took a glazed donut from the container. “I really needed something with sugar.”

“How is the research going?”

“Bad,” Linda, one of the members of the team, shook her head, “no matches whatsoever.”

“Is that so?” Elizabeth turned to you, her expression somber.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “even if the inscriptions look familiar to us, when comparing them to all the material we have available, we found no similarities. We’re missing something and tomorrow is the last day.”

“I’m gonna ask for a permit extension, I'm sure they'll grant it to me,” she stroked your back, comforting you.

“I found another reference!” Linda squealed with excitement “Shall we start with the comparison?”

“Absolutely,” you rushed to her side and took a seat on the corner of her desk, looking at the monitor of her computer.

The documents she had just found showed incredible similarities, and referred to an engraved metal fragment found a few months earlier in the Atacama Desert.

“These three symbols are exactly the same ones of the central row!” you exclaimed, not believing your eyes.

Linda nodded, then gulped, “They also say here that they found out some symbols represent a stylized version of constellations, and that this type of metal is not…”

“Terrestrial,” you added as you kept on reading the description under one of the pictures.

Mrs. Williams looked at the both of you with a proud smile, then she walked over to the other desk and dialed a number on the phone.

“Captain, we finally found a match for the inscriptions.”

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[braindeadskeletons]

Speaking of music, I really like to sing, and I think I'm actually pretty good at it. I don't open up very easily at all, so if I'm honest with you I really trust you. And I've been described as the friend everyone comes to for comfort/advice, and I take that role with pride. In public, I can be very affectionate, or not affectionate at all. It really depends on what my S/O would like. But when we're home, I'm usually pretty clingy. (I hope thiat wasn't too much, or too little, info!) (2/2)

okay so I did a huge whoops and deleted the first half of this ask. Here's the first part of it:

Hi, I'm here for a matchup! (Sorry in advance if I do a lot of asks to fit in all my info). My name is Viper, I am Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Polyamorus. I am an ambivert, who normally doesn't leave my house unless asked, but once I do my inner extrovert comes out. But I can only take so much, and after a couple of hours I'll need some alone time to relax. I like to read adventure/sci-fi/horror books when I get the chance. I also am an amateur artist, who listens to music 24/7. (1/?)

Hello there! Don't worry about it at all the more information on you the merrier. Reading this you honestly sound like such an awesome person to be around with and just hangout. Like I could just say something that's been on my mind for a really long time and it's pretty heavy but you completely just listen and understand. You're just someone everybody gets along with you know? Immediately when I read everything two boys came to mind instantly and though they may be the most basic answers I'd say I got the match pretty accurate. Or at least I'd like to think so lol. Thank you so much for sending this in!

I match you with Horrortale!Sans and Undertale!Sans

Alright so immediately off the bat you may be thinking 'how the fuck did I get here?' and honestly that's a valid question. You don't exactly see the two and think that they're best friends who could both share a very cute human. Axe reflects Sans in such a way that really disturbs him. If the human just made one different decision Sans would've been left in the underground to starve with every other monster. He also isn't very fond of how Crooks appears and it kind of haunts him that in another timeline he failed Paps. Axe on the other hand isn't fond of Sans because he feels like he always acts high and mighty. He doesn't like how Sans can sit around and act like Axe is some sort of freak when Sans isn't even a completely innocent monster himself. He just acts like a lazy idiot but he isn't. It also doesn't help that whenever Axe looks at Sans he's just reminded of how his Frisk wronged him. He's reminded that he isn't the monster he used to be because of the head injury he endured and the hardships underground. As mentioned before, one wrong move and at the end of the day Sans and Axe are one of the same. They both reflect the parts of each other that they would rather live without confronting.

There's immediately a lot to unpack here from the start. Getting the two to even begin to compromise on a poly relationship with you is admittedly going to be a challenge. It would require you to be able to firmly hold your ground and get them to sort their shit out. It's a lot of conversation and trust needed in order for this to work out. In the end, they both come to the compromise after a lot of discussion and setting boundaries of what is and isn't alright with them. Sometimes they might clash a bit and have those issues resurface (its very rare since both skeletons when needed are amazing at concealing their emotions) and you'll need to act as the middleman. At the end of the day it's all worth it to them just to see you happy.

Let's start off first with Sans. It's amazing how I've gone on for a bit and I haven't even technically started. The fact that you don't really like going out of your way to go out unless asked to is a bit of a relief. It's not that Sans doesn't like socializing, it's just that a lot of the time he really needs a break to just relax on the couch and nap with you, you know? He's got a lot on his mind and Papyrus often scolds him for sleeping and with Grillby's it can at times be overwhelming when he just needs peace and quiet. Just knowing that his cute datemate isn't going to do any of that helps him relax. It's going to be a lot of just enjoying each other's company even if it's quiet at the start. The silence between you two isn't ever uncomfortable though, just enjoying your company is enough for him. Of course there will actually be times where he does offer you to go to Grillby's and when you say yes he's always really happy to share his favorite bar with you. When you two sit together at his usual spot it's a lot of him joking around with you and absolutely looking at you with heart eyes when he gets a certain genuine laugh out of you. He's actually teased about it a lot the few times you don't accept his offer to go to Grillby's. Sans lives to see you smile with his jokes and he just tells them that they're jealous he ended up with such a cute datemate and they didn't. If you ever find yourself exhausted and you need to go home after you're bone tired just tell him and he'll teleport you right home no hassle.

Once you reach a certain point in your relationship Sans will start to gradually accept your affection. You'll need to ease him into it, since he's really not used to anybody besides his brother showing him any sort of affection. Of course before this he's absolutely bombarding you with flirty puns numerous times but physical affection? That's going to take a while. However once he's used to it you can absolutely smother him all you want. He'll only get embarrassed if it's in a public place like Grillbys but he's good at hiding it for the most part. In front of people like his brother he'll still be a little unsure but for the most part it's like a running joke where Pap yells at him to knock it off and Sans pushes his buttons a little. It often goes a little like this:

Papyrus: SANS! I DEMAND THAT YOU UNHAND THE HUMAN THIS INSTANT!

Sans, a hand on your waist: what human?

Papyrus: THE ONE IN YOUR POSSESSION

Sans, pulling you closer: this human?

Papyrus: SANS

Sans: this one right here?

Papyrus: SANS STOP

Sans, moving his hands a little lower:

Papyrus: SANS PLEASE WE'RE SURROUNDED BY CHILDREN THIS IS A HUMAN CHILD'S 5TH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

It's all in good fun and he never goes further than that. The one place he'll draw the line is if you get a little too sexual for him in public. Especially if his brother is right there. He prefers to keep that stuff just between you and him.

Okay now onto Axe! Unlike Sans, Axe would rather stay inside for the rest of his life than go outside. His appearance discourages him from wanting to do so. If you're with him this mentality will probably be projected onto you as well. He won't really ask you to go out anywhere (unless it's somewhere he specifically knows will make you happy) so in terms of that don't expect much from him. Axe is really happy that you don't really like going out either way and you'd rather spend time with him inside the house where it's safe, warm, and he can keep an eye out for you. It's comforting to him that he can know where you are and that you're happy with him. His favorite moments with you are when you've got your head in a book and he sees your face relax as you get lost in your own little world. It's just the cutest thing. Axe absolutely adores the fact that you're clingy because unlike his counterpart (assuming that at this point he obviously trusts you) it doesn't take time for him at all to want to cuddle you, hold you in his arms, kiss you, etc. He's shy about none of it. The only thing you'd really need to look out for is when you try and initiate affection yourself. It's not that it's unwelcomed; he just doesn't take surprises well due to the nature of his underground. Make sure that you let him know what's coming and you'll both be perfectly fine. During the few times that you two are in public together he's not shy about showing the world that you're his. The only time where he might ask you to step back a little is when you're with his brother. He doesn't like Crooks seeing stuff like this because he still has an instinct to protect him from things. Not that you'd ever try anything of course.

An aspect about you that both skeletons greatly appreciate is how you're very honest with the people that you love and that you act as the friend who listens. They've both found themselves in the same position as you and now that you're dating both of them it's a wonderful change of pace. You all can sit down and vent to each other instead of only listening to others rant and you all absolutely trust each other. Honesty and integrity are both traits the skeletons really look for in a datemate. There's basically no secrets between the three of you and for your skeleton boys thats definitely new for them. As for your talent with singing and art? They genuinely can't get enough of either. Whenever you draw something? Sans will literally stare and wonder how he ended up with someone as talented as you meanwhile Axe has already grabbed the drawing and put it on the fridge. If you ever try and talk yourself down both of them are immediately on your case about how you shouldn't put yourself down and that everything you make is a masterpiece. Axe will literally also ask you who the fuck made you think like that and where do they live. He isn't joking. Sans won't be as vocal about it as Axe is but he's listening in as well. With your singing they both love your voice to pieces. Sans will hype you up to every single person at Grillby's and even encourage you to let others hear your talent. If not, that's cool too. He can just sit and listen at home. Axe mostly likes to ask for you to sing to him when he's having a really rough day or when it's late at night and you're both alone. What can he say? It helps him sleep.

[86-was-his-year]

Say My Name | Park Seonghwa Smut |

Warnings: Dom/sub relationship, swearing, selfcest (basically fucking yourself you'll see), oeal (female receiving), anal, male x male, voyeurism, hair pulling, chocking, use of belt as leash (?), crying (again), orgasm denial, orgasm control, Seonghwa being a dom, consensual non-con (but like not?? Idk if this falls in that category,everyone agrees but like non-verbally? Gonna put it here for the peeps who can't read things like this it's okay and of you need to talk I'm here), brief violence 

Summary: Seonghwa has to beat his dark alter but it's not in the way you'd expect.

A/N: if you're not comfortable with selfcest you don't have to read and if you don't know what it is then I suggest you look it up so you know if you want to read this. Idk it's been stuck on my head lately and I wanna share my wonderful ideas with you!!

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Everyone had a dark alter. You could meet them anywhere, at any age, and at any time. No one knows how it happened but the elders speculate that sometime somehow our two universes collided and pushed our dark alters into our world. There was chaos at first, no one knew who was the dark and who was the good many people went mad. People became obsessed with getting the dark alters into their own universe, scientists even dedicated their lives to it.

The dark alters roamed our world until we found a way to get them back. A man found his dark alter and fought him making sure that he made the dark alter recognize that he was the fake, that he was the copy. And he disappeared the dark alter went back into his own plane and the man was free, but that was ages ago it passed into legend and most people who met their dark alters never lived to tell about it, the dark alters taking their place in our universe.

I met my dark alter when I was a child at the age of 10. My parents were shocked but they couldn't help. To get rid of my dark alter jihad to make her see that I was the real one. I had to make her see that I had a real identity and she didn't belong here. My ten year old brain could only think of one thing that could take her down. A game of rock, paper, scissors. It was a risk but at the same time I was the reigning champ in my 4th grade class.

Well, the game went by easily. Loser had to say the winners name to show that they were the real identity and she faded away like dust blown off an old book. After that I was never the same. I became the youngest female to defeat her dark alter but if I was being honest the publicity and fame didn't make it worth it. Watching myself fade away like that is something I would never forget the pain in her face as she grasped her throat was something that has haunted my dreams almost every night. I was depressed and couldn't regain the happiness I had felt before watching her die, before I met Seonghwa.

His dark hair and dark eyes lured me in and ever since I've been in love with him. We met in freshman year of high school immediately bonding over a certain teacher we hated, convinced that she was actually the dark alter. No one with such a pretty face should be so evil. We figured out that We had most of the classes together and became friends, rumors spread and people talked and it all came back to us in the form of blushed cheeks and quiet giggles in class.

We went to college together and had been dating ever since we occasionally had our fights but who didn't. We always loved each other in the end and then we met his dark alter. Seonghwa had lost his cute boyish charm and was a man, the dark hair was no more and blonde hair took it's place. I personally loved it and I think he knew because every time his roots came in he would touch them up and make sure they were blonde as well.

I was walking around campus when I saw a familiar blonde boy walking with a girl. She was someone that Seonghwa and I had always hated. She had made fun of our relationship a multitude of times and I could feel the anger well inside me as I saw him slip his arm around her shoulder.

"Hey, Y/N!" I heard Seonghwas voice and looked further up. He was still talking to her but I couldn't hear him. A hand wrapped around my shoulder and turned me around. I saw Seonghwas bright smiling face and I immediately knew what was going on.

"S-Seonghwa?" My heart dropped when I saw the worry in his face.

"What's wrong babe? Are you okay?" His hands went up to my face and looked into my eyes. I could feel them start to well up, he would have to go through what I went through. He would have to defeat his dark alter. Once you see them one cannot live while the other walks in the same plane. There was a chance that I could lose him.

"I-He is here." He looked over at the pair and they haven't moved. Still talking and giggling together.

"Who is baby?" He was rubbing the fresh tear from my cheeks.

"Y-Your alter." I instantly saw his eyes darken. He looked around the hall and immediately sad him leaning against the wall, twirling the girls hair in his finger. He looked back at me before pulling me in for a tight hug. I could hear his heart beating against his ribs. He knew that he could lose, that I could lose him and we were both scared.

"It's okay baby, go home." He rubbed the back of my hair before pulling away. He handed me his bag and escorted me towards the door.

"Seonghwa what about you?" I turned in his grasp and stared at his dark drown eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him and he home before you know it." He pecked me lips and help the back of my neck. "You go straight home, do you understand me?" The authority came out in his voice and I bit my lip.

"Yes sir." He knew it was the only way to get me to do the things he asked and I knew I couldn't deny him in this state.I gave him one more kiss and walked out the doors to my car, regretting every step I took. Knowing that may be the last time I ever see him again.

The house was quiet. I had set down my stuff long ago and I was on the couch finishing some homework. It had been 2 hours since I last saw Seonghwa and my heart raced as I thought of what is happening to him right now. He could never walk through that door or he could but it could be the wrong one. Not my loving Seonghwa but his alter, someone who I wouldn't want to be face to face with ever.

Tears filled my eyes as I shut the book I was working on. I couldn't lose him, not to someone like that. Just as I was thinking about going to the school and finding him the door latch clicked and the door opened harshly.

"Seonghwa?" His hair was disheveled and he had small amounts of blood on his grey sweater. But that wasn't the worst part about it. He went further into the house dragging his alter by the hair. His nose had traces of blood on it but that's the only thing that was wrong with him.

I watched as the scene played out in front of me. Seonghwa shut the door and slammed his alter up against it. The shock I'm the dark alters face was evident. He thought that he was going to win the fight and here he was, pressed up against the door like an animal in a steel trap.

"You thought you could beat me?" Seonghwas voice was rough and scratchy. His hand slammed on the door behind his alter and I could see the fear in the alters eyes. The way he acted in the hall was nothing like I saw now. The wave of confidence had dried out and he was in the low tide.

"I-I" the alter had nothing to say his face winced in pain as Seonghwa pulled in his blonde locks. The alter grabbed at Seonghwas wrist and shuddered.

"Are you liking this? You like me pulling on your hair? Roughing you up like you deserve?" He took his hand from the door and put it to the alters throat and that's when I lost it. I was standing up at this point rubbing my legs together to get any kind of friction at all, the scene that was taking place too much for me. I whimpered and they both seemed to remember that I was here.

"Seonghwa?" I gasped out and he turned to me. His eyes dark and his face set, his dom face. I almost immediately wanted to call to my knees but I held myself up as he walked them both over to me, his hand still in the alters hair.

"Look baby, he submitted just like you did." He leaned into the alter pulling his head up to look Seonghwa in the eye, "all he needed was a few hits and he was on his knees begging for it to stop." Seonghwas mouth was so close to his alters that I could almost feel them on my own. He was teasing the alter and it was so fucking hot. The alter opened is mouth and fluttered his eyes shut. Seonghwa brushed his lips over the alters before pulling away the later trying to follow before Seonghwa pulled back on his hair, getting a tiny hiss out of the alter.

"Sir?" I watched as he turned to me, his aura demanding submission.

"I want you to go into the room, strip, and sit on the chair. Keep your legs apart." I shuddered as he grabbed my chin gently kissing my lips before setting me on my way. "As for you, I'm going to fuck you. Hard." I heard his words as I walked to the bedroom and I found myself moaning to myself. I was in for a show.

The cold air wasn't something to be desired but I heard them wrestling around in the living room and I began to pout they were doing something in there and it sounded like fun but I stayed with my feet planted to the floor as I imagined the scene that would happen in just a few minutes. He was going to fuck himself and I couldn't be more excited.

The footsteps became louder and louder and I gasped when they entered the room. His later was in nothing, his cock spring out onto his stomach leaking precum all over. Seonghwa had his shirt and his shoes off leaving him in nothing but his black jeans. The sight made my mouth water and I couldn't help the twitch in my leg as I saw what Seonghwa had done to his alter. His heavy black belt was around the alters neck and he was using it as a leash, the poor doppelganger looked helpless as Seonghwa pulled him along. 

Seonghwa turned and looked at the man, he was shaking and I don’t think it was form the cold. His thighs and stomach tensed and relaxed in a spastic movement like he didn’t have any control over his body as Seonghwa rolled is hand around the belt, pulling the boy closer and closer to him until their naked chests were touching. The alter sighed at the contact and Seonghwa chuckled darkly. 

“What a pretty boy,” He traced his forefinger along his jaw and held his chin in between his fingers. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?” Seonghwa yanked on the belt and the alter came forward before he was pushed back by his chin. 

“I-I’ll be a good boy for you.” His voice was broken the weak sound of it had Seonghwa smirking. 

“Wow, using his words. Y/N? What do you get when you behave?” He turned to me and that caused the alter to look at me as well. Two of the same face looking back at me yet one was significantly more wrecked than the other.

“A reward, Sir.” I put my hands on my thighs and dug my nails into the soft flesh there. Not touching myself was proving way harder than I thought. Seonghwa smiled at me before turning back to the alter. 

“Good girl. You get a reward.” Seonghwa tilted the boys head up once more and planted his lips gently on the alters. He let out a breathy whine and it went straight to my core, the sound coming form the alters mouth desperate and choppy. The alter placed his hand on Seonghwas bicep and he pulled away ‘tsking’ at the boy. 

“Please?” The alter leaned up again only to be stopped by Seonghwa.

“No touching, remember?” He gently took the alters hand off of his bicep and put it behind his back, the other following shortly. “Stay.” He ordered the dark and went back to his lips. He grabbed his jaw and tilted his head to get a better angle. The sound of their hard breath and the slight mashing of teeth and lips had me aroused all over again. Seonghwa was soft with his kiss yet I could feel the intensity from all the way on the other side of the room. 

Seonghwa let the belt go and trialed his hand down the alters chest, flicking his nipples to get another heavenly sound out of the other boy. He smiled into the kiss and continued downward, scraping his blunt nails onto the boys torso. The alter let out a shocked gasp before searching for Seonghwas lips again. He seemed drunk off of his kiss, wanting more even though he already had what he wanted. It wasn’t until Seonghwa touched his cock that the alter backed away. Seonghwa was quick to grab the belt and bring him back in. 

“What did I tell you to do?” Seonghwas voice was dark and I could tell that he wasn’t happy with the boy moving. I winced at his mistake, it was rookie but it was one that could easily be dismissed as inexperience. I know I did it in the beginning. 

“You told m-me to stay.” His voice was shaky and his breath was increasing by the second. 

“And you didn’t.” Seonghwas jaw was sharp and focused, he was gritting his teeth at the alter and I began to roll my hips as I watched it flex. 

“But you-”

“Are you shy because I touched your cock?” My thighs twitched at his words and as I looked over them so did the alters.

“I- You.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “Yes, sir.” He looked at the ground like he was ashamed. 

“It’s okay, pretty boy. Just relax.” He led the alter towards the bed and he sat on it, face to torso with the alter. If he bent down just three inches the boys cock would be in his mouth and my breath hitched at the thought. “Hands behind your back. Now, stay still. I’m not telling you again.” The soft encouragement in his voice was gone and he was commanding once again. He gripped his cock again and the alter whimpered, his fingers squeezing his forearms for support. 

Seonghwa smirked up at the boy and I could see the enjoyment in his eyes. The little sparkle that popped in them when someone followed his orders correctly. He was stroking his cock firmly drawing it out as the alter whimpered and cried out, the sound of his precum sliding in between Seonghwas fingers became addicting. The boys whimpers got louder and louder, my whines following his. 

“Are you going to cum?” Seonghwa stroked the boy faster, appearing to help him reach his high. 

“Yes, Sir. I’m gonna fucking cum!” His cries filling the room. Seonghwa pulled off of his cock and put his hand on his thigh.

“Hold it. Don’t cum.” The alters cock was red and engorged. It wanted to release so bad and by the way he was rolling his hips into nothing he was almost there. Seonghwa had this evil power of knowing exactly when to stop touching you if he didn’t want you to cum. He’s done it to me multiple times and I could only empathize with the alter. The pain of not being able to cum when you know you could just unload is the hardest thing. 

“Please, Sir. Please let me cum.” Seonghwa was moving his forefinger around his head pulling his finger off the watch the streams of precum connect his finger and the boys cock. The alter seemed out of breath and desperate as he pulled his hips away from Seonghwa only for Seonghwa to pull his hips back and continue his torture

“No,” Seonghwa stood up and cupped the boys jaw once again tilting his head before kissing him, his favorite distraction. “I want you to lay on the bed hands and knees. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, sir.” The dark alter hiccuped and let his hand fall to his sides. Seonghwa walked over to me and grasped my chin smiling when I looked up at him. 

“You’re being such a good girl today.” He bent down and kissed my lips tenderly. “Keep it up for me.” I nodded and he kissed me one last time before moving back to the bed. The dark alter was positioned exactly as he was told. Hand and knees with the belt dangling between his neck and the plush covers of the bed. 

I watched closely as Seonghwa got what he needed form the bed side drawer. Lube and condoms. He was possibly the most responsible dom I’ve ever met and I smiled as he put them on the bed neatly before stripping completely. The control this man had amazed me sometimes, his cock was hard and at attention but it wasn’t red and touch starved like the alters was. I guess that was one thing that separated them. 

“You have to relax for me baby boy.” Seonghwa was behind the boy, lube in one hand while the other rubbed up and down his back. The boy had his head down and was breathing shakily. He nodded his head and let his back arch instead on holding up like he was. His head came up and we made eye contact. The blush on his cheeks was amazing and I watching his eyes roll back as Seonghwa inserted the first finger. 

“F-Fuck.” It was like the alters voice went up 10 whole octaves, nothing compared to Seonghwas dark tone that he was using throughout the night. 

“You’re being such a good boy for me. Just relax let yourself feel it.” He was rubbing up and down the alters back, encouraging him to do the best he could while rewarding him for his efforts. Seonghwa had picked up a steady pace and the boy didn’t care what he looked like anymore. He was moaning and fucking himself back on Seonghwas fingers, his cock twitching and his voice raising every time Seonghwas hit that special spot inside of him.

“Can I have your cock, please?” The alters voice was sharp and cut off by moans but he made his sentence out. His eyes were permanently shut for the time being and I watched as pleasure rolled off of his face every time Seonghwa pulled out and pushed back in. 

“You want my cock? You think you can handle it?” He was teasing the alter but he was also stalling. He wanted to make sure he was stretched out even before he tried to put his cock anywhere near his ass. The alter was getting impatient and Seonghwa would let that happen as long as it didn’t go to his head. 

“Yes, sir I want your cock. Please.” The alter whimpered as Seonghwa pulled his fingers out. The alter was a  panting mess, his eyes were glossed over and I wanted nothing more that to come over a tell him how good he was doing. Seonghwa was gently rubbing the swell of his ass and I guess that was acknowledgement enough, I watched as Seonghwa rolled a condom on his eyebrows drawing in the middle of his forehead with pleasure. 

“Are you ready?” Seonghwa was asking a serious question but it had a teasing lift to his voice to keep the mood up. The alters back was arching and shaking at the same time. He was trying to run away from the feeling but he was also trying to go towards it, his thighs trying to push together.

Seonghwa was the master of going slow, letting whoever he was fucking to adjust to him however long they wanted. It was no different when he was fucking his dark alter he let him take some deep breaths before putting the head of his cock against the alters puckering hole, pushing in when he felt the alter was ready. 

“Fuck!” The alter let out a loud yell and threw his head up. It was hard to tell whether it was from pleasure of from pain but Seonghwa stopped and rubbed the boys back encouraging him to relax once more and let Seonghwa continue. It was so hard to see but I could tell that Seonghwa bottom out when he bit his lip. He doesn’t like to let out moans when he’s in charge showing that the person didn’t make him weak even if they did. The alter shuddered and let out the most beautiful sounds. I couldn’t help but close my legs and hope that it would give me some type of friction.

“Baby, what did I tell you to do?” Seonghwas voice wasn’t strained or held back and I whimpered at the feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“To keep my legs open.” I complied and opened them back up, putting them on the arms of the chair this time. 

“So good for me.” He looked down to the area that his dick and the alters ass met and pulled back just a bit before slowly pushing back in. The alters arms began to shake and he just gave up his face falling into the mattress as Seonghwa continued his shallow thrusts. His whines and whimpers were concealed by the thick cover on the mattress and I guess Seonghwa didn’t like that because he bent down and grabbed the alter by he hair, pushing his head up and his back automatically went into a smooth arch. 

“Fuck, I can’t take it. Please I want to cum.” His voice was high and whiny, the sound of him crying out echoing around the room. 

“Oh baby are you crying?” Seonghwa pulled back again and then pushed forward, moving the alters whole body as the sound of skin slapping on skin continuing to echo around the room. 

“Yes, I need to cum please fuck me.” His words were coming out short and jumbled. 

"You shouldn't be crying we barely begun." The alters eyes rolled back into his head and his cock began to leak profusely.

"Please, please, please!" His begging was only getting him so far, Seonghwa was a sucker for begging and I could tell it was really getting to him. His speed picked up and the alters breath began to hitch in his throat.

"You want to cum?" Seonghwa slowed down again and was lightly rolling his hips into the alter.

"Yes, please Sir! I want to cum so bad." The alter looked up at me almost begging me to let him cum and I gave him him a sad smile.

"You gotta do one thing for me," Senghwa pushed in quickly and the alters jaw fell open, "Say my name." The alter gasped and went to look back at Seonghwa only to be stopped by the hand in his hair.

The alter swallowed and nodded and that was Seonghwas invitation to start pounding into the boy, his hips meeting the alters ass with such force. Seonghwa pulled him up by his hair and put one hand around his throat while the other went straight to his cock, stoking it smoothly.

"You can cum, baby. You did so fucking good for me." Seonghwa bit the alters shoulder and the alter finally released.

"Seonghwa!" His voice was broken but he said his name. Seonghwa pulled out and peeled off the condom before throwing it in the trash bin by our bed. The alter was laying scrunched up in the bed as he began fading away. His eyebrows went together and he sighed before completely disappearing.

"Fuck," Seonghwa ran his hand through his hair before looking up to me. "You're glistening, sweetheart." I looked up at his smirking face and blushed. I felt so vulnerable as my juices flowed put of me and onto the chair.

"It hurts." I put on my best whine for him and he shook his head while getting up and and walking over to me.

"It does, doesn't it?" I nodded and he grabbed my chin, images flashed in my head of Seonghwa grabbing his alter by the chin and I whimpered. "Would you like your reward?"

"Yes please, Sir." He chuckled and let me stand up, the feeling of my thighs touching has my head spinning. It was giving me the friction I wanted and I indulged in the feeling. The room was hot and both Seonghwa and me had a thin layer of sweat on our bodies. I mean Seonghwas was a little more understandable because he just fucked someone into oblivion, literally. As we laid on the bed I thought more and more about the dark alter. The way his face scrunched and he just disappeared. 

“What’s wrong baby?” Seonghwas head was already in between my thighs and he placed light kisses on my calves and thighs. 

“Do you think he’s dead?” I took a deep breath as Seonghwa nipped at the soft skin of my thigh. He nuzzled his head into my leg and looked up at me. 

“I think he’s okay. I think he’s back where he belongs now.” His dominate persona was gone and it was the loving Seonghwa. He didn’t let his loving side come out when we were in the bedroom but I think he could tell I was struggling  with the alter and he just wanted to be himself.

“How do you know that for sure?” I asked while grabbing the sheets under my fingers. 

“I can feel it. He’s okay, I think they were just here by mistake. A chance meeting." He kissed up my thighs again and my breath hitched.

"Please make me cum." The confirmation that the alter was seemingly okay helped me relax and I gripped the sheets below me. I had been waiting for him to do something the whole night and I was aching at this point.

"You don't have to hold it today baby. I give your permission to cum." That meant I was a really good girl today and he was impressed. Getting permission to cum beforehand was the biggest acknowledgement of my good behavior and was indulging in the non verbal praise.

Seonghwa went right for it, giving my clit small kitten licks before finally just going at it. The sounds were the dirtiest things ice ever heard, Seonghwa moaning against my clit as his tongue smeared my juices everywhere. It could be something out of a porno and I bucked my hips into his mouth. He gave my clit a light nip and it had my eyes rolling backwards, it was a warning for me to calm down and stay still but it felt so damn good. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and pushed them open more while holding them down, giving him better access to his work. After all this time watching him fuck his alter I could burst, the vibrations and the sucking of my clit al.kst pulling me off the edge.

"Please please please. I'm so fucking close. I need to cum please, sir." I knew I had his permission but I couldn't help but ask. It was so ingrained in my brain that, 9 times out of 10 I wouldn't cum without it.

"Be a good girl and cum for me. You can do it." He stopped briefly to encourage before going back a nipping my clit before sucking on it and that's what pushed me forward. It needed that one bit of praise, that one bit of encouragement and I could do it.

My vision went white and I squeezed the sheets with all the strength I had left. After an hour of sitting with no friction the orgasm tore me apart. I could feel myself screaming and I could feel my legs shake around his head. As he continued to push me through my orgasm, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me until I was flinching and bucking my hips from the sensitivity.

"You're such a good girl." He kissed up my body until he found me lips, slowly molding then together until I could taste myself in his lips. I moaned and my legs closed around his hips, the throbbing of my clit making it hard to focus.

"I'm sleepy." The orgasm had drained everything in me and I just wanted to sleep. He chuckled and got off of the bed letting the cold air assault my most sensitive areas. He came back from the bathroom with a pair of boxers on, and washcloth, and an extra t-shirt. He wiped me up gently even though I closed my legs around his hand a couple of times, and put me in his t shirt before covering us up.

"Good night, baby. I love you." He whispered into my ear as he pulled me closer to him, my head on his chest.

"I love you too."

It was a good night but the thought of the alter swam around into my mind, clouding my dreams with the thought of him and Seonghwa.

[peace-favor-your-sword]

Okkk, I have another one😂 lol I've been so bored this week I kind of just need something to read. But here's an idea, extremely nauseous character; gagging and burping into their fist to try and keep from being sick. They're in the bunks (where they sleep) Also, their friend is there and watches them grow more and more pale or green and friend comforts sick companion. (Rex= sick) (Cody=comforting friend) Rex will at some point throw up and his stomach is cramping badly. Thank youu! UwU

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TBH not sure if this posted or if I just forgot..anyhow..

I have finally crawled out of my gremlin hole of not writing and and working and so I'm disciplining myself and finishing this request. Thank you to @angelwars11 for being the most patient person on this green earth. Hope this is good...Kinda spun it a little. Hopefully not TOO much. 

Content Warnings: I don’t think there’s any, just if you don’t like reading about people being sick, and sad don’t read. ;p 

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After a few hours of tossing and turning, Rex figured he was going to get absolutely no rest, because his stomach was still hurting enough to make him gasp when a fresh round of pain would hit. He got up, and clutched the wall next to him until his vision returned to him, and from there he made his way to the door. As he opened it, he squared his shoulders, and made his way down to the hall, to see Kix for some help. Any help. 

He was relieved to see that the med bay was for the most part empty when he walked in and he sat himself down on a bed, and waited for the familiar footsteps to approach. 

“Your stomach, captain.” The soft voice of Kix met his ears and the phrase was not a question. “I take it’s not feeling any better.” He looked up into the brown eyes of his medic and shook his head. 

“No, and I can't sleep, and I have a briefing this afternoon I have to make it to. Is there anything you can give me to help with the pain?” He asked, and Kix turned to the medical cabinet and pulled out a hypo. Rex presented the side of his neck and Kix injected the medicine and instructed him to lay back before pulling the covers over him. 

“I have talked to the General, and you are to stay and rest until you’ve recovered. We have men in the briefing that will be able to fill in.” Kix explained, and used all of his willpower not to roll his eyes in frustration when his captain fought him as he tried to sit up.

“That’s not their job. I am their capt-“ He stopped as Kix leveled a look at him. This was a well known look, and every trooper in the GAR has seen it at least once in their life and even then that was too much. It was the look that made you absolutely certain you did not want to cross the medic in front of you, and you were to obey them without question. 

“Respectfully, captain,” Kix argued, though his voice was calm. “You are no good to the men as their captain if you can’t focus, sleep or even keep food down. The general will be by to see you as soon as the briefing is over. He gave his word. Now sleep.” Kix instructed, and Rex laid back his head in frustration, but as the pain in his stomach subsided, he found his eyes becoming heavier and heavier until they finally fell shut with sleep. 

——

Rex opened his eyes and was immediately greeted with the sigh of General Skywalker by his bed, his hands clasped in front of him, deep in thought. 

Rex straightened as best as he could and saluted. “General.” He said, wincing at how rough his voice was. 

Anakin’s head jerked up and a warm smile came over his face. “Rex! You’re awake. How are you feeling?” 

“Groggy. Exhausted.” He thought, but nodded his head. “I’m feeling better. Stomach doesn’t hurt. I apologize I couldn’t make it to the briefing.” His face darkened with frustration, but a single wave from Anakin caught his attention. 

“You have done so much for the 501st, I think it’s ok if you miss a briefing or two because you’re not feeling good. Don’t worry, it’s a simple drop and go mission. The men will be just fine, and you’ll be well enough in a couple days that I hope to join us.” Anakin encouraged, and Rex nodded, but all of the sudden their conversation was interrupted by another clone in white and orange armor. Cody. 

He saw his brother was awake, and walked over with a smile, and he grasped Rex’s arm. “Hey there, vod. How are we feeling?” He asked, and Rex shrugged. 

“Been worse.” He said, and couldn’t help a small smile that came to his face at the presence of one of his closest brothers. 

Anakin watched the two converse and was pulled into a thought pattern that had been plaguing him for days now. When there was a small lull in the conversation, he spoke. 

“Cody. Can you please give us the room?” He asked, his tone kind but at the same time, allowing no argument. 

Rex gave him a curious look, and Cody as always, gave a crisp clean salute before turning on his heel and exiting the room. 

When they were alone, Anakin managed to finally raise his eyes to meet Rex’s, though it was extremely hard.

“I need to apologize.” He said quietly and before Rex could open his mouth and ask why, he continued. “For Umbara. For not being there.” 

Rex’s face fell immediately and he frowned before speaking in a distinctly rougher voice. “There’s no need to apologize, General. I know you would have stopped it, had you been there.” Had someone else been there..instead of me. 

Anakin walked over and sat back in the chair, and stared intently at his most trusted soldier, the captain who had been with him in battle after battle, who right now, looked on the verge of tears, and he knew exactly the reason why. 

“You know it wasn’t your fault, right Rex?” He asked, and he watched as Rex’s face crumpled and his eyes fill with tears. His stomach hurt again but this time it was for a completely different reason. And surprisingly, in the back of his mind, he registered relief. Relief at the fact that finally it was being talked about, that his General didn’t blame him, the captain who was supposed to protect his men, who felt like he didn’t. 

Rex’s cheeks were wet with tears and he turned angry eyes to his general. “It was! No one understands that. I was there, I issued the orders to go against the enemy, I was the captain who shot at our own men.” He sat up. “That was me, General. I did that. It was my fault.” 

Suddenly Anakin was right next to him and stared down at him the most intense gaze he’d ever seen on him. “Rex.” He said quietly and the man in question stared back at him without a word.

“It. Was. Not. Your. Fault. You can’t keep beating yourself up. Your men don’t blame you, and I don’t either. So work on getting better so the men can have their men back. Mourn for the dead Rex, but then let them go. They’d want you to go on and fight, and you know I’m right.” He offered a half smile. 

Rex was useless in the face of that argument, because he knew that Anakin was right. His men would want him to fight. The 212th would want him to fight. He wiped the tears off his face and nodded. “Alright, General. I will.” He said quietly, but he meant it. 

Anakin stood with a nod, and a smile once again graced his face.

“Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

When the general left, Rex laid back against the pillow, and this time it was with relief so strong he could cry, because for once the crushing guilt was lifted off his chest. Maybe he could do this. Maybe he could lead his men again. 

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On The Street Where You Live, Part 3

Last part guys. After this I will try and work on the main story. Hope you enjoyed this crazy AU!

***

Patience stared at the bathroom wall, tears welling in her eyes.

Her period always came like clockwork, every second of the month. It was the fourteenth, and she was late. This morning she had woken up nausea so severe she vomited in the toilet. And the nausea had struck again in gym class.

Someone rapped irritably on the bathroom door. "Are you done in there?"

"NO!" She burst out. 

She heaved silent sobs, burying her face in her hands. There was graffiti on the bottom of the door. EVAN AND BETH FOREVER surrounded by a heart.

She wondered who Evan and Beth were. They were probably a happy couple, waiting to graduate and marry. He would probably have a good job, and her parents would like him, not like Patience and Salvatore.

She pressed the heels of her wrists into her eyes and let her sobs overwhelm her.

***

It was a bright afternoom at the butcher shop, and for once, the only thing that was being chopped there was meat. A black-haired young man was taking inventory when the front door jangled and he looked up.

As soon as Salvatore saw who it was, he appeared frustrated. "What the hell are you doing here, Leo Angelino?"

The boy looked about as out-of-place in the butcher shop as a lion would on a Kansas farm, with his uniform and carefully coiffed hair. "I am not frequenting your lovely establishment for the charming array of services you offer. I am here to speak to a certain person, that person being you."

"You coulda just said 'I'm here to talk to you.'"

"Yes, but then I wouldn't be able to see the charming look on your face as you attempted to the decipher the big words in my speech."

"What the fuck do you want?"

He put his elbows on the counter and leaned forward until his nose nearly touched Salvatore's. "I hear you're dating Richard Winslow's daughter."

Salvatore looked disgrunted. "Well, I was for a while. Don't know where she's gotten to as of late."

Leonardo toyed with the edge of the frayed paper menu. "I think, for the good of you both, you should stop seeing her."

"That ain't none of business, you god damn faggot. What do you care?"

"Just look at you. You already have a criminal record, you work a dead-end job, you have no prospects. You're just a hooligan from the wrong side of the tracks."

He leaned closer, and Salvatore stood his ground, but his fists were clenched and trembling.

"She deserves so much better than you and you know it. That's probably why she's not seeing you anymore. She realized that you're no good, Salvatore. It would be best if you simply... moved on."

"SHUT UP!" 

He pushed Leonardo backwards. "If you ain't buying, you got no reason to be here. If you don't get out right now I'm gonna throw you out."

Leonardo held up his hands, backing away, but kept that irritating smile on his face. When the door swung shut, Salvatore turned and punched the wall, his fist crumpling the cheap wood.

His father barked at him to get back to work, and he did so slowly.

***

Leo was there. He was always there. She wanted to punch him as soon as he looked over at her and smiled.

"Patience honey, welcome home. There's a sandwich in the fridge for your lunch. I'm making pot roast tonight." Marilyn crossed one leg over the other, and Patience noted she wasn't wearing pantyhose. "Can you take the clothes out of the drier?" She flipped her hair ostentatiously, eyes on the young blond man beside her.

Tormented by her thoughts, she trudged down the basement. Her mind was whirring, caught in a circle like a broken toy, and she didn't notice someone enter in after her until the door clicked shut.

She whirled around. "What are you doing here?" Her blood pressure spiked as she recognized the golden-haired menace that had ruined her life.

 "Just here to help with laundry. I'm always around the house, so it's just natural that I help with chores."

The basement was really more of closet. There was enough room for a washer and dryer and that was about it. So he and Patience were stuck very close, so close they could not help but touch as they unloaded the drier. His hand skimmed her breasts, bottom and back, all under the pretense of accidence.

"Stop it!" She snapped. "Just--just hold the basket!"

After she was done loading the clothes, she turned to the door, he held it shut with his arm. He stood there, face an inch from her own, staring intently. He cocked it. "Patience."

For some reason she was afraid, even though he had no way of telling, that he had found out about her pregnancy. He's going to blackmail me. Just another way he has power over me.

"Why don't you like me?"

She started. It sounded like an honest question. Maybe it was. "Because you're sleeping with my mom and making her run around on my dad."

"Hmm. Well, maybe that can change." Leonardo hoped on top of the washing machine, staring down at her. "You really want me to stop fooling with your mother?"

"Yes, I do! Just leave her alone! Leave my whole family alone!"

"Well. Maybe we can come to an agreement." He smiled, showing perfect white teeth. "How about this. I stop with your mother... and you take her place."

She stood frozen, teeth gritted and body made of stone. "I--" and for a moment she thought, then Mom and Dad will stay together. I'm pregnant, he can't do anything to me like he was threatening to. Maybe just--just to keep him away from Mommy--

He took her by the arm and pulled her forward. "My father is very rich. I'm going to Yale next year. I'm an even an Altar Boy at The Church of the Holy Virgin

That boyfriend of yours is no-good and you know. I can buy you anything you want, get you a house, take you to Europe."

He sounded like he was giving her more of a sales pitch than asking her to be his lover. She studied him closely, at his fine, delicate features, his high cheekbones and arched nose and long eyelashes. Could she wake up beside him? 

She just focused on his features, trying to ignore everything else about the boy, all her memories of the way he had slammed her against the wall and forced his way into her, about how her mommy looked at him with adoring eyes, on the disgusting words he had whispered in her ears that fateful night, and just focused on those blue, blue eyes.

He leaned down slowly, giving her time to pull away, and cupped her face. When his mouth was a fraction away from hers, and his breath was spilling over her lips, she yanked away, her gorge rising. 

"Get lost, Borghese. I'm never going to be your girl," she snarled resentfully, her bitterness taking over as she carried the basket of laundry out of the basement.

***

"Well, hey there, Pat. Haven't seen you around lately."

Jack Salandra was sitting outside the butcher shop in a folding chair, smoking a cigarette.

"Do you know where Salvatore is?"

"He's in the back talking to someone."

"I need to speak with him."

"He's busy. You should come back in an hour, I think he'll be closing up."

"No. You don't understand. I REALLY need to speak with him."

Something in her trembling voice gave him pause, and he put out his cigarette and stood up. "Give me a minute."

Soon after, Sal emerged, looking livid. His butcher's apron was stained with blood. "What the fuck is your problem? First we go to the prom together. Then you ghost me for a whole month, leaving me wondering what the hell happened to you. And now you're showing up at my door begging to talk to me?"

She swallowed hard and looked down the street. "It's... it's really, really important. Is there somewhere where we can be alone?"

He led her to an alleyway behind the butcher shop, occupied only by a dumpster where she assumed spoiled meat was dumped because of the smell.

She took a deep breath, skin prickling, and when she spoke the words, the shocked silence was so loud it buzzed in her ears.

"I'm pregnant."

Salvatore's face settled into a blank look of shock. His eyes were so wide around his black iris that it was ringed by white.

"A-are you sure?"

"Yeah. My mom had the same symptoms when she was pregnant with me. And it's--the timeline adds up. I know... it's yours, Salvatore."

Salva slowly sank to the ground, shaking. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Vaffanculo..." and he began to sob.

Him crying make her start to cry too, but she lashed back. "What are you crying for? You're not the one who's pregnant!"

He wiped his tears off with his bloody apron.

Patience felt the weight of despair crush her, a woman barely into her teens and saddled with the child of the last person she'd want to be pregnant by. How could she finish high school now? What would her parents say? Did she have to get married? She didn't want to marry Salvatore. She wanted to go to college and be a police officer like her father. How could she do that with a child, and married to someone she'd more likely arrest than not? He smoked. He skipped school. He hit her. That 'bad boy' image he gave off that had so charmed her at first now alienated her, disgusted her. How could she marry someone like that? 

Life was going too fast for her. She wanted this to be a nightmare she would wake up from.

"What are we gonna do, Salvatore?" 

"I gotta tell my mom. Fuck, she's gonna kill me. It's all over. You better tell your parents too."

The thought of introducing Sal as the father of her child made her feel sick. She often hated how long the walk back to her house from the butcher shop was, but this time, she wished it were longer. Every step she took was weighted down by concrete blocks.

When her two-story green townhome came in sight, her heart began to pound. When she pulled the door open, she saw her father in a sweater, reading the news, and her mom watching television.

When her father saw her, he got up to hug her. She hugged her father, inhaling his familiar smell. She never wanted to let go. 

"I'm sorry I've been away for so long, baby. Work's been rough. But the Chief is giving me some time off this week. What do you say you, your mom and I do something this weekend? Go to an amusement park? See a movie?"

Oh, daddy. If only you knew.

"That sounds good, Daddy." She kept the sob out of her voice, but it welled up again as she sat down beside her dad to watch TV. Harry Truman was giving a speech. Every single word out of his mouth might as well have been gibberish.

"Honey, have you been crying?" Mommy looked up. She was in her favorite dress, the red gingham one. Patience remembered her wearing it a lot as a child. Her apron was smeared, like she had just been cooking.

 "Are you all right? Did Mr. Oleson yell at you again? Tell your mommy."

"No." She wiped her eyes. "I--I--I need to, talk, to you. About something?"

"What is it, junebug?" Daddy looked down at her, worry knitting his brow. His green eyes, just like hers, were filled with concern as more tears streaked down her face.

"I'm--" her voice caught in her throat like a stone. "I'm pregnant."

For a moment, all she heard was Harry Truman's voice crackling through the speakers.

Then two things happened.

Her father leaped up and started shouting, and her mother began to sob.

"You're fifteen years old! You are fifteen years old! How did you let this happen?"

"No, no, oh god, please no, Patience--"

"How could you ruin your life like this? You were going to college! You're on the honor roll! How, how could you be so--" Richard was shouting, red in the face, and he took her by her shoulders and shook her.

"How did it happen? Who did it? How old is he? Was he your teacher?" Mommy was still crying, but she got her questions rapid-fire.

"No," she managed to get out between sobs. "I-It wasn't. He--was--he's in my high school. He works at the butcher shop around the corner, the one on Franklin Lane. He--his name is S-Salvatore Mallozzi."

The room went silent again, the calm before a storm, and then the storm crashed down.

"SALVATORE MALLOZZI? I arrested that boy for assault and theft! He spat in my face! You're telling me that you let him--"  Richard was shaking hard, and Patience wondered whether he would collapse. He was gripping her shoulders so hard they erupted in pain.

Mommy had lapsed into crying again, except this time, more desperately. When she spoke again, her voice was a scream. She slapped her errant daughter so hard her face exploded with pain. "Why are you acting the whore? Where's your common sense? I thought you would have learned from your Aunt Minnie! A dago? Why did you let some FUCKING Italian--"

"You're one to talk!" She shouted back, holding her aching cheek. Her fury and agony was bursting, making her lash out. "What with you and Leonardo!"

The moment she let those words leave her lips, she regretted it more than anything in her life.

Her daddy loosened her arms, slowly, and turned to his wife. "Marilyn," he said, his voice sapped of emotion.

Mommy looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "I was going to tell you," she whispered.

He sat down, shaken and pale. "Why?" He asked simply. "Why Silvio's son?"

"You were never here," she said. "He was. He told me I was beautiful. He--" she stopped and looked away. "I know I can't explain it to you. I know nothing I can say would explain it. But it's so lonely without you."

Richard said nothing, but buried his face in his hands. 

Patience sat, frozen, aware distantly of her  life crumbling around her. She felt like she was floating above the room, looking down at a bunch of strangers.

"Richard," Mommy said, "I'm leaving you. And I'm taking Patience."

This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

Richard walked over to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of amber liquid. He chugged his first few swallows straight from the bottle. Then he took a crystal glass and poured a generous amount in it.

Harry Truman was talking about the Soviet Union.

The three sat in absolute silence, the only sound the clinks of Daddy's glass and the occasional sniff of Mommy's.

How much time had passed, she did not know, but Daddy finally drained his glass and sat up before making his way purposefully to the door.

Patience jumped. "Daddy, where are you going?"

He did not answer, but she had a forboding feeling she knew, so she followed him out of the door.

Richard took step after step, and although he was staggering drunk, his mind was laser-focused on one thing. He ignored his daughter's pleas as he headed for the one place Patience feared--the butcher shop.

As soon as it came within sight she seized his arm, but he shook her off like a fly. One hundred and fifty pounds of Massachusetts rage bulled his way into the butcher shop.

Salvatore was sitting at a table, holding an icepack to his cheek. Opposite him was Malone, and a smattering of other undesirables. Richard marched up to the table and decked Salvatore.

The crack was louder than anything in the room, and Salvatore was flung backwards onto the floor. Richard was shouting drunkenly, drowning out the pleas of Malone.

"Winslow! Calm yourself! The boy's mother is crying in the next room!"

"YOU FUCKING DIRTY CRIMINAL WOPS--"

"Winslow! Winslow! The boy has agreed to marry the girl, there nothing to be upset about!"

"As if I would let my daughter marry one of you people! Patience is fifteen! I have my handcuffs here and I am arresting him and taking him to jail! I'm putting him away on statutory rape charges!"

Salvatore had scrambled back on his hands and knees and had his back against the wall, trembling with blood pouring down his face. Malone was in front of him, blocking him from Richard's wrath.

"Daddy," Patience pleaded, hanging onto him. "Please stop this, let's talk, please stop yelling--"

He shook her off, knocking her a few steps back. "My daughter," he snarled. "Is not marrying that boy. She is going to an unwed mother's home, and when the baby is adopted, she is coming back and she is finishing her education. Put the god damn handcuffs on!"

He lunged forward, and Malone pulled a bat out from behind the counter. They clashed with the thud of wood on skin.

Patience sat there, sobbing quietly as her father fought fiercely, throwing punches and shouts against weapons.

And as the other people in the butcher shop closed in, she didn't want to see her daddy beaten within an inch of his life, so she backed out of the butcher shop, her shoulders against the glass.

She ran home, the sky waning on her and the sky beginning to warm with orange on the horizon. Each thudding step she took jolted her to her brain.

The home she saw looked alien now--it held no comfort for her. When she pushed in, heaving her breaths, her mommy was on the phone. She heard the word Leo.

When she came inside, her mommy put down the phone and looked up. She opened her mouth to say something, but said nothing.

Patience stood there silently. 

Surveying the wreckage of her life and the ways it would go from now on, she made the wisest decision of her short life.

***

Patience shoved handfuls of her clothes into her suitcase, breaths trembling and frantic. She stopped by her parents' room and swept the emergency money in the bedside drawer into her suitcase.

She clicked the suitcase shut and ran downstairs, her shoes thudding on the steps. Her mother met her in the living roo, saw her suitcase, and she panicked. "Where are you going, Patience?"

"Away. I'm going away, mommy, I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back."

Marilyn seized her daughter's arm. "Don't do this, Patience! Don't do this! Please, come with me, don't leave me alone!"

"Why'd you do it, Mommy?" All Patience wanted to do was bury her face in her mother's skirt and cry. She wanted to be a little girl again, when her parents loved each other and her.

"You don't know what it's like. You know your daddy is never here. I had to raise you by myself. You think he's the hero? You know why he's gone so often? So he doesn't have to deal with the responsibility. I'm lonely, Patience. And I've been alone ever since I had you. I'm fed up with it."

"But why did it have to be him?"

Her mother said nothing, but there were tears in her eyes too, and an enormous unsaid weight between them.

Patience looked at the face that was so like hers, the tiny nose, the heart-shaped face, the pink lips. 

"I love you, Mommy. But you made your choice. And I can't stay here. I will not live with that man. I'm not going to an unwed mother's home. And I'm not marrying Salvatore, either."

She pushed past her mother, into the road, and chose a direction and started running, away from a broken home she would never return to.

***

Patience walked down the highway, thumb sticking out. Car after car passed her until a rattling sedan with a loose license plate slowed down. "Are you looking for a lift?" Called the driver.

The car was in such bad shape she almost refused, but the sun was going down and she needed a ride before nightfall. "Sure."

She put her suitcase in the backseat and hopped in the front seat. As soon as she slamed the door, the sedan was rattling off down the highway.

The driver was a young man in an ill-fitting gray suit and tie. He had slicked-back blond hair that was graying along the temples, despite his youth. "Where are you headed?" 

"Just outside of town. What about you?"

He laughed bitterly. "Garland City Courthouse. I'm divorcing my wife. You know what the real ironic thing is? I'm actually an attorney. A public defender. But because I don't know jack about divorce proceedings, I had to hire my own. And I really can't afford to spend the money."

The car coughed, like it was agreeing with him. "I'm sorry to hear that. Why did you split up?"

"Because she's not satisfied with the money I make. She always wants new fur coats, new pearls, new nights on the town. Women are never satisfied. It's always something with them."

Patience had a distinct feeling that that was only half the story, but did not pursue it.

"I understand. My parents are leaving each other, too."

"Is that why you're out here all alone?"

She looked ahead as rain began to speckle the windshield. "Yeah. Well, that, and--" she thought of Salvatore, and the baby, and instinctively cupped her stomach. "Other reasons."

"You should go back. I bet they're worried stiff. If my son disappeared on me, I'd lose my mind. Of course, he's only two, so there's not a lot of places he could go."

Patience thought of her mother, lost, staying up nights worrying desperately about her daughter. About her father, coming back to an empty home without his wife and daughter. She rubbed her eyes. I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm sorry, Daddy.

I guess I was just too much of a coward to deal with this. So I ran away instead.

Then she thought of Salvatore, of what he would think, how he would wonder what happened to his child. Would he wonder? Or would he just be glad he didn't have deal with the trouble anymore?

The night was beginning to fall, turning the sky blue-black. Patience spotted a bus stop through the shield of rain, right besside the sign stating Robichaux National Forest. "Drop me off here. I'll catch a bus."

The man slowed down. She hopped out and took her briefcase.

The man propped up his elbow on the steering wheel. "Which way are you headed, kid?"

She shielded her eyes against the rain. The trees towered above her like black, watching sentinels.

"California," she said. "Yeah. California sounds good." Somewhere far, far away, as far as she could get. "Thanks a lot, mister. I never got your name."

"Charlie Sawyer." He shook her hand. "And you?"

On the spur of a moment, she chose a false name, one that, considering who she was talking to, spared her a lot of suffering. "Beth Evans."

"Well, Beth. Best of luck to you."

"Thanks. Best of luck to you too, Charlie."

Patience watched his blinking tail lights vanish into the darkness, and sat down in the sanctuary of the bus stop, waiting for the rain to stop.

She slid her hand underneath her shirt and held it there, as if she could feel the heartbeat of her unborn child.

It's just you and me now, baby. Just us, in this big bad world.

The rain poured down harder, as if it would never stop.

THE END