#and before i got settled in i had to pee so she had to help me but i insisted i could do it myself

[gloomysoup]

home is where you are

@steddiebingo prompts: hurt/comfort (main card) and home (christmas card)

rating: Teen+ | word count: 2400 | tags: omegaverse, alpha eddie, omega steve, mpreg, insecure steve harrington, hurt/comfort, fluff | ao3

Eddie came home from work to absolute chaos. Addie and Violet were sitting on the living room floor, arguing over whether to put the white lights or the colored lights on the Christmas tree, which he had put up the night before. Addie wanted white, but Violet wanted colored. Eddie was almost certain none of their lights from last year were even going to work, so they'd have to buy new ones anyway. James and Lucy were fighting over an orange crayon at the coffee table, two blank pieces of paper and a whole assortment of other colored crayons in front of them. Steve and their youngest, Grace, were nowhere to be seen, but Eddie could hear movement in the kitchen. Eddie quickly slipped his boots off at the door and swooped in to de-escalate all the arguing.

He started by grabbing a second, emergency, box of crayons from the cabinet that held the art supplies. He pulled out an orange one and handed it to Lucy, so she would stop trying to take the other one from her brother. Then he moved to the older two girls, squatting down in front of them and picking up two strings of lights.

“Why don't we put the lights away for now, my loves? They probably don't even work. I’ll take you both to the store this week and we can pick some new ones out together. How does that sound?”

They easily agreed, and Eddie was incredibly grateful that everything was solved quickly tonight. Once all of the pups were settled and occupied, not a single argument left to be had, Eddie moved to the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway to smile at what he found. Steve was standing at the stove, stirring a pot of boiling macaroni noodles with Grace on his hip. He was swaying back and forth, softly humming a lullaby as he did.

Eddie slid up behind him, leaning in with a hand on Steve’s other hip to kiss his cheek. “Evenin', beautiful,” he whispered. Steve smiled and turned his head to get a proper kiss.

“Hey, baby. How was work?” Steve asked after they had separated.

Grace was grinning, trying to scramble from Steve’s hold while saying, “Da!”

Eddie shrugged, taking Grace into his own arms. “Nothin’ new. Missed you, though. How was your day? Pups drive you too crazy?”

Steve hummed in consideration. “Hectic. Lots of arguments today. Oh, Lucy broke one of the nice glasses that Joyce got us. She was trying to be like Addie and Violet and help put the dishes away, but she dropped it and it shattered. Everyone was okay, though, and I’m pretty sure I got all the glass cleaned up.”

Eddie’s hand looped around further to rest on Steve’s swollen belly. “And how was the little one today? Not causing too much trouble, I hope?”

Steve huffed a small laugh. “Not letting me actually get anything done today.” He put down his spoon and leaned back into Eddie’s chest. “Every time I finally got the rest of the pups settled down enough to do something, I either had to pee or sit down for a little bit. By the time I was done, someone else needed something, and the cycle repeated.”

“That's okay,” Eddie murmured, nuzzling his nose against the shell of Steve’s ear and taking a deep breath of his scent. He always loved how much sweeter his mate smelled during pregnancy. It was one of his favorite parts of the experience. “I'll finish the chores for you after dinner. You just worry about relaxing.”

“Eddie, no,” Steve argued, moving to stir the pasta again. “You just worked a ten-hour shift. You shouldn't have to come home and do everything here too. I'll take care of it.”

“You will do no such thing.” Eddie adjusted his hold on Grace, who was snuggled against his chest after not seeing him since the night before. She had been the only one still asleep when Eddie left for work that morning. “You chased our little pack of hooligans around all day while growing a pup. You deserve to put your feet up and relax for the evening. I'll take care of everything else. Don't worry about anything.”

Steve glanced over his shoulder with a frown. “At least let me help. Then we can get everything done faster.”

Eddie smiled and kissed Steve’s cheek again. “Whatever makes you feel better, my love.”

Dinner in the Munson household that night was quite the affair, as it usually was with five kids under the age of eight. Afterwards, Eddie corralled all the pups upstairs for baths and pajamas while Steve cleaned up in the kitchen. By the time everyone was clean, clothed, and settled on the couch for one last movie before bedtime, Eddie was wrecked. He loved his children more than anything in his life (except maybe Steve), but they were exhausting. He had no idea how his mate did it all day long.

Finally, he started the movie and went to track down his superhero of a partner. It didn't take him long at all. Steve was in the laundry room, loading the washer to get one more in for the evening. Eddie came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his husband and kissing his cheek. He pulled Steve back into his chest and swayed gently. He reveled in the way Steve instantly sank into his hold, body going lax and a sigh of contentment leaving his lips.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Eddie whispered.

“Mmmm, tell me again?” Steve replied just as softly.

“I love you so so so much, my love.” Eddie gently tightened his arms around him. “You are an absolute wonder. I don't know how you deal with our little gremlins all day and not just completely lose your mind.”

Steve hummed, a soft smile on his lips. “They're not so bad. Most days. It helps that Addie, Violet, and James go to school five days a week.”

“A saint,” Eddie said, slowly releasing his hold on Steve to dramatically collapse to his knees in front of him. “I worship on my knees in your holy presence.” As Steve laughed, Eddie leaned forward with his hands on Steve’s sides to press a kiss to his belly. Their pup moved beneath his touch. Eddie would never get tired of the feeling. It always amazed him, just what Steve’s body was capable of, especially when it came to creating life.

“Come on, up off the floor,” Steve finally said, grabbing Eddie’s hand and starting to pull him up. The alpha went easily, rarely one to say no to his omega.

With the pups suitably distracted for at least a little bit longer, Steve and Eddie set about the quiet routine of getting evening chores done. They didn't speak much, just moved around each other in a comfortable silence. Eddie did the day’s dishes and wiped down the countertops while Steve folded laundry at the table. The movie in the living room was still going when Grace started getting fussy. It wasn't long before Violet was calling for them to make her stop.

“I'll get her,” Eddie said softly, not wanting to break the calming atmosphere in the kitchen. Steve nodded, still folding laundry, while Eddie headed for the living room.

Grace was pushing at Lucy when Eddie walked in, and Lucy was quickly losing patience with her little sister. Eddie picked Grace up, trying to remedy the situation, but that just caused a full blown tantrum. She kicked and screamed, fighting against Eddie and her own exhaustion. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. No matter how hard he tried to put out a calming scent to soothe her, it was all for naught. She just kept screaming and kicking and writhing. Steve quickly appeared in the doorway, looking a little worried. As soon as Grace saw him, she reached her arms out.

“Give her here,” he said gently, coming over to take the screaming toddler from Eddie’s arms. “I'll sit with her.”

Eddie nodded and passed her off to Steve, watching as Grace instantly began to calm down. He made sure Steve was comfortable on the couch with Grace curled into his body before leaving to finish cleaning up the kitchen and folding laundry. By the time he was done, the movie was over. All five of their pups were fast asleep on the couch. Grace was curled up on Steve’s lap, her head pillowed on his chest. Lucy was situated firmly in Steve’s side, while the older three were piled up and stretched out across the other cushions.

Eddie was extremely careful in his extraction. He took Addie and Violet upstairs to the room they shared first, then James to his room. When he came back, he slowly picked up Lucy and let her burrow into his neck while Steve carefully tried to stand up with Grace. It was a lot harder the further along this pregnancy got, but Steve was nothing if not determined. He never let anything slow him down; not even being nearly eight months pregnant. Again, superhero. Eddie was obsessed with him.

After a very long, very chaotic night, all of the pups were finally tucked away in their beds. Eddie and Steve could actually take a minute to breathe without someone needing something. As they did every night, once the children were tucked in and sound asleep, they curled up on the couch together with some random movie they'd seen a hundred times before. It was more for the noise and familiarity than the movie itself. Steve was tucked against Eddie’s side, his head resting where he could hear Eddie’s heartbeat, just like every night. Eddie held him close, breathing in Steve’s scent and letting himself finally relax for the first time all day. They both remained quiet for a while.

Something deep down in his gut was telling Eddie that something was wrong. Something was bothering Steve, festering in his mind. Before he got the chance to ask, Steve was opening his mouth to speak.

“Do you think we’re making a mistake?” he asked so softly, Eddie almost didn't catch it. If their house hadn't been so quiet, he might not have heard him.

“What do you mean?” Eddie tightened his arm around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve shrugged as best he could from under Eddie’s arm. “I just- Do you think all of this is just a big mistake?” Eddie’s heart shattered at the broken lilt to Steve’s voice, the tremble of his words. “Is having another baby a mistake?”

Eddie frowned, trying so hard to control his scent. “Of course not. What's wrong, baby? Where is this coming from?”

Steve sniffled a little, pressing his cheek a little more firmly into Eddie’s chest. “I don't know. I just- We already have five kids, Eddie. Our- our house isn't that nice. We don't really have a whole lot of extra money. And with Grace’s medical bills… maybe- maybe we should have just stopped after James, or Lucy. Maybe everyone was right, and this is all just a big mistake.”

Eddie shook his head, feeling the fabric of his t-shirt start to dampen. “Absolutely not,” he said. He pulled away, shifting so he could fully look at Steve. “Baby, this is not a mistake. I don't know who’s putting these ideas in your head, but they're wrong. So what if we don't have the nicest house in Hawkins? That's never mattered. Not to me, not to the pups. It's just a house, Stevie. And so what if we don't have all the money in the world? Our family has a roof over their heads, clothes on their bodies, and they never have to worry about going hungry. Our pups are loved. Why should anything else matter?”

Fat tears rolled down Steve’s cheeks. Eddie caught them with his thumbs as he cradled Steve’s face in his hands.

“I love you, Steve Munson,” he continued, unable to stop now that he was on a roll. “I love you, and I love our pups, and I love our life. I don't care about money, or our house. All I care about is our family. Our five little pups, who bring me so much joy every single day. Sweet little Sophia, who is going to be so loved, just like her siblings. You, the love of my absolute life, who has given me so much to be grateful for.”

Tears were welling up in Eddie’s eyes against his permission. He just loved Steve so much, and he hated seeing him so upset.

“Eddie,” Steve whispered, voice shaking with his emotions.

“Stevie, honey, I cannot even begin to tell you just how amazing I think you are. How strong, capable, loving, and wonderful. The greatest gift of my life is getting to be a dad, and you have given that to me six times now. I am so deeply in love with you, and our big family. I would never trade any of our pups for anything in the entire world. I don't need a fancy house or money, because you and our babies are my home. I don't care what anyone else has to say about it. I am obsessed with you and our six little pups, this house with its scattered Christmas decorations that we haven't had the time to put up yet, and every single other thing about this little life we’ve built for ourselves. Fuck everyone else. This is the only thing that matters.”

Eddie held Steve to his chest as he cried, rubbing his back and whispering all of his love into Steve’s ear in the hope that it would sink beneath his skin and stay there forever.

Later, Grace will wake up and need Eddie to put her back to sleep. Later, Lucy will crawl into bed with them and cuddle up to Steve. Later, Eddie will help Steve make breakfast before going to work. Later, they’ll put up decorations and stick the Christmas presents under the tree. Later, they’ll have a newborn in the house, someone else for Eddie to love with everything he has.

Later, Eddie will still be deeply in love with the home that he and Steve have built together, regardless of what anyone else has to say about it.

[cetoddle-archive]

okay. no longer high off my ass from anesthesia but i am very tired

[dwaekkicidal]

Day 2

˚ʚLee Know x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Day 2 of my 1K follower celebration! Today is degradation with Minho♡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, daddy kink, degradation, name calling: ((cvm)slvt, stupid kitty, cvmdump), vibrator use(Lovense Lush), overstim, creampie (try to pee after sex pls <3), i dont think this counts as dp? 😭

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: i feel like i couldve made this much more mean dom but >< hope you still enjoy

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Ok.. so maybe you shouldn’t have pushed his buttons or flirted with his members all day…

Minho stares down at you, eyes hooded and lips pulled back in a smirk. He sat at the edge of the bed with his legs spread nice and wide as you sat between them with his cock down your throat. “My pretty little slut… Too bad she can’t take her Daddy’s cock all the way. Like she promised.” You whined loudly around his length, leaving vibrations around his tip and causing him to groan happily in response. 

Your head movements stop at the sound of a click. The vibrations between your legs go up a few notches and your legs try to slam shut around the small remote-controlled vibrator inside you; it has a little arm that sticks out and rests directly on your clit while the other side of it presses directly against your G-spot. You look up at him through teary eyes, mumbling pleas for him to turn it back down.

He already knows it's at too high of a speed for you to handle, let alone for you to not cum like he ordered, but your boyfriend is a huge menace and loves to see you struggle. So he doesn’t turn it down. He instead bucks his hips into your mouth, a nonverbal way of telling you to move on your own before he fucks your throat. When you don’t and only sit still to focus on breathing, he growls and pushes your head down harshly.

The suddenness of it makes you gag, but you push through and focus on hallowing your cheeks in hopes of distracting yourself from the constant vibrations between your legs. He moans loudly and throws his head back, berating you as he starts to fuck up into your mouth. “Stupid kitty. Can’t even suck my dick without my help… What am I gonna do with you?”

The mixture of his words and the unforgiving vibrations on your most sensitive spots have your orgasm crashing down on you. No matter how hard you tried to push it back, the vibrations were just too strong and had your legs shaking under you. Your hips move on their own and grind against the air, using the tiny movements of the vibrator to ride out your high.  You think you got away with it for a second from the way he keeps fucking your mouth, but Minho knows you all too well.

Fingers tangle in your hair and pull you off his dick, tightening even more at your scalp as he leans forward. “You fucking came, didn’t you?” You yelp and play dumb, looking up with tears pricking your eyes. He stares down unamused, eyes narrowing as his breath fans your face. For a second you almost have the balls to shake your head and lie, but the promise of a brutal punishment that his dark eyes hold makes you immediately change your mind. You were about to respond but you took too long for his liking, so he pulled you up more by your hair. “Answer me, slut.”

“Y-Yes! ‘m sorry Daddy. I tried to hold it.” He stares for a moment before sighing loudly and standing up. The hand in your hair stays attached and forces you to stand up on your wobbly legs. He uses the hold on your head to push you on the bed and settles between your legs. He stands there quietly as he spreads them and slowly ghosts his fingers over your inner thighs as the vibrations go down. You let out a sigh of relief and relax thinking he’s just going to stare, maybe even play with the vibrator more. The false sense of security almost sets in once he grabs a hold of the thin arm against your clit and moves it away, but ohhhhh are you so wrong.

He instead positions it upwards, holding it in place as his tip pokes at your entrance and eases in next to the vibrator. A gasp falls from your lips and you subconsciously use your foot to push him away due to the overstimulation and the new stretch quickly becoming too much. It works well but angers him in the process. He clicks his tongue and lands a series of stern slaps to your ass cheeks. Once he’s sure you’re going to comply and stop being a brat, he pushes in again.

“Biiig stretch..” He laughs at himself, going even deeper and stretching you out while simultaneously pushing the vibrator farther into your G-spot. When he finally bottoms out you feel yourself cum again, shaking and moaning loudly as the vibrations get turned up yet again. He stills his hips to coo at your trembling body, biting his lip at the way you squeeze around him so tightly. “Pretty little slut… You're nothing more than a hole for Daddy, huh kitty?” He waits for you to nod before he moves again, still savoring your desperate pleas.

The pace he starts off with is slow; he’s grinding his hips against yours while focusing on pushing the vibrator harder against you rather than fucking you. He was thoroughly enjoying the view. Enjoying the little personal show just for him until you started to resist again, forcing him to interrupt his entertainment in order to hold you down.

“None of that. You’re gonna fucking take it like the slut you are. Gonna remind you who you belong to because, apparently, you don’t fucking remember.” He revels in the feeling for a little longer before he grows impatient. His right hand holds the vibrator in place against your clit as he drags his hips back and forth, gradually speeding up until he’s pounding you.

All this pleasure all at once on your still sensitive body is all too much. It takes you little to no time to cum again, marking your 3rd orgasm in less than 20 minutes. Then, between being close from your mouth, you squeezing him snuggly, and the vibrator rubbing along his length with each thrust, he finds himself cumming right after you. 

“Mmmm.. Just like that... Now be a good little hole and take it all. Don't waste a single drop, slut.” His moans pitch and he fucks you harder despite your desperate pleas to slow down. He lets you milk him like this and watches as you cum a fourth time, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he slows. Once he deems it enough, the vibrator is turned off and he slowly pulls out.

He's careful as he does so, trying not to push your body too far despite the fact that this is a punishment. The vibrator is thrown on the other side of the bed before he hovers over you, showering your face with kisses and allowing you to catch your breath. You think it's finally over with how sweet he’s being, but he proves you wrong yet again.

He slaps his tip on your puffy folds, laughing meanly when you twitch away. “What..? You thought that was enough?” He barks out a laugh and slaps his dick against you harder then grinds against your glistening folds. “I’m not done with you yet, stupid brat. You’re gonna lay there and take as many loads as I say.”

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[dontopenfairies]

“Where are you going?”

“I have to go to the bathroom,” he said, climbing over her and kissing her cheek.

“But you’re wearing your toilet,” she giggled, reaching her leg out from under the covers to try to catch him as he made to leave the room.

“I mean the other way,” he said. “I’ll be right back, darling.”

“Don’t take too long,” she called after him.

His heart was hammering in his chest as he shut and locked the bathroom door. Was he really going to do this? He stared at the toilet from across the room, debating. Finally, he sat down, pull-up still snug around his hips.

Now he was staring at the wall, debating again. He felt like he had as a kid when he would climb up the big rock at the lake with his brothers every summer—there was always that minute or so of hesitation that seemed to stretch on forever before he made the jump.

He closed his eyes and pushed, and felt the log squeeze into the seat of his pull-up. It felt just like he’d imagined it would…actually, better than he’d imagined it would. The tension, the tightness, the way his hole stung a little as the log grew, the way it was pressed so close and warm against his butt…

On the second push, he started to wet himself involuntarily. Without thinking, three fingers of one hand were in his mouth and the other hand was rubbing up and down on his chest. He pushed again, the shit coming out of him effortlessly. He could feel warm piss around the leg-holes of the pull-up now, dripping into the toilet. He moaned loudly and his eyes flew open, worried that she’d hear him and come check on him.

He pushed two more times, just to make sure he was done, and then stood up. Wow. No need to even flush the toilet. Just a few drops of pee had leaked down his legs and landed in the water. But he’d better do it in case it made her suspicious that he hadn’t. He plunged the handle down.

Oh, fuck. This was the tricky part. He was standing in the middle of the bathroom floor, completely naked except for an at-capacity pull-up. He’d planned to just take it off, put it in the diaper pail, and change into a fresh one from the drawer. But how was he going to clean himself up? If he showered, she’d ask him why; or even get up to see that he was okay. But if he didn’t, surely she would notice deep brown stains inside his pull-up when she helped him change tomorrow morning.

Finally he settled on doing the best he could with wet wipes. Now he was also vaguely aware that the clock was ticking. She’d said to be back soon. He fumbled with the pull-up, finally slipping it off and letting it thud to the floor. But oh no—now they were long, brown streaks down the insides of both his legs. Fuck. He threw the pull-up to the bottom of the diaper pail. What had his stupid horny brain done to him? He’d just wanted to poop himself in the least embarrassing way possible.

More wet wipes. Pulling off more and more and more, but it still wasn’t enough. There was poop caked all over his crack, his privates, …and he was so throbbingly hard despite it all that it was making it difficult to focus. When he finally thought he was clean enough, there was only one wet wipe left in the pack. Would she notice?? He washed his hands and closed the pack, shoving it to the far, far back of the drawer, behind his pull-ups and his sometimes-diapers and his baby powder and his pacifier. Then he took out a fresh pull-up and pulled it tight around his hips. He checked himself out in the mirror. At least his legs were totally clean.

When he got back to the room, it was almost pitch-black except for a little light shining through a crack in the curtains. He crawled into bed, heart still beating fast. He was so scared he’d give himself away somehow, with a smell, or how he was behaving. He closed his eyes and prayed she was asleep until he felt her arms wrap around him from behind.

“I missed you,” she said, kissing his neck and shoulders. He was about to reply when he felt her head droop against the back of his neck and heard her snore. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the burning, throbbing feeling in the front of his pull-up. An itch that so desperately needed to be scratched. Just like his anxiety, he would have to put it aside until the morning. He put his hands over hers and closed his eyes, trying to sink into the pillow and off to sleep.

[lilisouless]

Nikolai: so, what’s the situation?

Zoya points out at five identical Ninas on the hall , one of them rolling on the floor and tearing up

Zoya: Genya got drunk yesterday and tailored Nina’s friends to look like her , they also for some reason sound like her too . I am waiting for her to recover from the hangover (i am not waking her up, i like to live) but until now I just want to figure who is the real Nina and who is who, at least which one is Brekker because i don’t trust him to get out of my sight

Nikolai: it should be simple

Nina 1 : I am Nina!

Nina 2: no, i am Nina!

Nina 3: i am Inej

Nina 4: i am Wylan the flute boy, explosives and flutes, that’s my thing, wanna hear my flute?

Nina 3: Okay, Nina 4 is obviously Jesper pretending to be Wylan

Nina 4: what? I am absolutely not my handsome, amazing boyfriend Jesper..

Nina 5 rolling on the floor: Help me! I am Matthias and i need to pee,but i can’t do it looking like Nina!

Nikolai: wait,where’s the other one, meaning “Nina” number 6

Nina 3 : loosing their mind playing with the puppies in the stable , must be Wylan

Nikolai : so Nina 3 is Inej, Nina 4 is Jesper (pretending to be Wylan) Nina 5 is Matthias, Nina 6 is Wylan , and both Nina 2 and 1 claim to be the real Nina so one must be Brekker and the other one is her

Zoya: this is hard…i normally know where is Brekker because my blood just boils with his sole presence but none of this Ninas is giving that…

Nina 1: I am the real Nina, you can ask me anything and I’ll know it

Nina 2: no! I am Nina, look at my eyes! You know it’s me!

Zoya : i….i think Nina 2 it’s Nina…but Nina 1 just seems like…

Nina 5 (Matthias) : pleaaaase

Nina 3 : oh for Gheezen’s sake! Nina, just do a grisha demonstration or something! It’s that simple

Nina 2 : oh right , see how I make this dust float? It’s me

Zoya: it it’s her

Nina 1 : Well, i did my best try (pulls a diamond our if his pocket) you should watch your pockets more carefully , your majesty

Zoya: you bastard…

Nikolai: well, that settles it down…

Nina 4 (Jesper) : wait a minute! I’d reconigze that know it all tone anywhere! “just do a grisha demonstration or something! It’s that simple” …Nina 3 is not Inej! Nina 3 it’s Wylan pretending to be Inej!

Nina 3: Jesper…please, there’s no need to put more chaos, there’s a place and a time for…(Jesper flicks him) did you just flick me?! You immature pigheaded man baby…!….”sighs” fine, yes, i am Wylan

Zoya: wait…Nina 3 is not Inej but Wylan pretending to be Inej?

Nina 3 (Wylan): Inej asked me to do it, to cover for her

Real!Nina : but why would she…wait, you mean the Nina that’s on the stable playing with the puppies it’s actually Inej?

Nina 3 (Wylan) : maybe she was embarrassed…

Nina 1 : or she was trying to sneak somewhere else, she is unpredictable

Real!Nina gasps

Real Nina: oh my…Nina 1 is not Kaz!

Nina 1 chuckles: Nina, darling…

Real Nina: don’t “Nina darling me” We mentioned Inej yet your breathing is completely stable…

Nina 1: maybe I’ve been practicing

Nikolai: huh, you had to show off that you can steal as if was a clear attempt to make yourself look like Kaz

Nina 1: thats because I like to show off, you know I am a criminal mastermind that was birthed by Ketterdam with the purpose of expanding trickery and…

Nina 1: okay, I can’t do this, you are right, i am Inej pretending to be Kaz , and before that I was Inej pretending to be Kaz,pretending to be Nina. I only did it because that’s exactly what Kaz would have done. I was covering for him

Zoya: covering for…wait! He is wandering around the palace looking like Nina?! That piece of…that playing with puppies in the stable was just an excuse to go and get the treasures!

Nina 1 (Inej): huh…yes

*Meanwhile on the stables*

Genya: yeah,that vodka was a mistake …oh,hello Nina, seems like you are having fun

“Nina” playing with puppies

“Nina” (Kaz) : I always wanted to do this, and I am not tearing up my reputation at all

Genya: of course you are not, playing with puppies would only be bad for your reputation if you were like…to say…Kaz Brekker

*both laugh*

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

No ghostface. Mindy invites reader and the whole group to spend the weekend at their family’s cabin in the woods. No mansion cabin, something small. That means your ex, Chad, is also going to be there. Him and Tara spend a lot of time together so you assume they’re a thing and Chad knows that you have a new boyfriend, but you broke up with him a few days before the trip (said another girl’s name in bed or something equally shitty) and Mindy insisted you come so you wouldn’t be sad in your dorm

Request: all weekend. You can’t sleep on the first night so you get up and end up alone with Chad in the kitchen and…things happen

Two longer requests in the same week? Am I back? (I'm trying to get through the requests I got in January first, be patient with me!)

Warnings: 18+, mention of cheating, p + v, public sex (kinda but not really)

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‘’Out of the way! I really need to pee!’’ Mindy shouted, keys in hands and making a run for the door. 

You chuckled at her antics. A part of you was questioning if she actually had to pee or if it was a trick to get away from unloading the car.

Chad unlocked the trunk and you ducked under his arm to grab your bags. 

The cabin was nothing fancy like you see in movies. Just a regular family cabin — small and cozy. Mindy said their grandpa built it in the 70s, which explained the retro ambiance. Everything was mismatched, yet went perfectly together. 

To avoid any bickering, the sleeping arrangements had been settled before arriving. The cabin had two bedrooms — one of them had two single beds — and a pull-out couch. Mindy and Anika were taking the master bedroom, you and Tara the twins' old bedroom, and Chad got the short stick and had to share the pull-out with Ethan. They were roommates, so it wasn’t weird. 

It was already late afternoon when you got to the cabin, so you didn’t have much time for anything other than unpacking before getting started on dinner. 

‘’Where’s Chad?’’ Ethan asked, not seeing him in the kitchen. 

Mindy, who was chopping potatoes, rolled her eyes. ‘’Probably hiding to get away from helping make dinner. He always does it at home. He mysteriously disappears, then ‘surprise’ he’s back when all the chores are finished.’’ 

‘’You’re wrong, babe,’’ Anika chimed in, correcting her girlfriend. ‘’He left to get some wood with Tara.’’ 

Of course he went with Tara. 

After dinner, you went to your room to change into pajamas. While looking through your bags, you realized that Jason’s bracelet broke and had fallen from your wrist, mirroring the state of your relationship. In a few weeks, you would have found it funny, but for now it only brought tears to your eyes. 

Fuck. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry on this trip.

As if she knew, Mindy popped in the doorway. ‘’What’s taking you so long, we’re— Are you crying?’’

You wiped your face, erasing all traces of incriminating tears. ‘’No.’’ 

‘’Liar.’’ She sat beside you on the bed and pulled you in a hug, knowing all about Jason. ‘’Stop thinking about him and come watch a movie with us. Uncle Randy had the best collection of VHS tapes,’’ Mindy said, trying to get your mind off him. ‘’I’m sure we can find one where the cheating asshole gets his head chopped.’’ 

A small smile drew on your lips. You couldn’t ask for a better best friend. 

*

You turned over and tried to fall asleep for the fifth time, but it was pointless. All you could think about was Jason and that girl from Phi Iota Mu. Pushing the quilt to the end of the bed, you got up and walked as quietly as you could into the kitchen, trying to not wake anyone.

‘’Can’t sleep either?’’ someone whispered. 

Startled, you cursed under your breath. ‘’Are you trying to kill me?’’

Chad laughed. ‘’Can’t handle a little jumpscare?’’ He was leaning against the counter and snacking on the home-made cookies Anika had brought. ‘’Want one?’’ 

You accepted the cookie, breaking off a piece but not eating it yet. ‘’Why are you awake?’’ 

‘’Ethan moves a lot when he sleeps,’’ Chad explained, scrunching his face in annoyance. ‘’He kicked my back three times with his knee and elbowed me in the face. I don’t know how I’m gonna put up with him all weekend.’’

You glanced at the couch where Ethan shifted underneath the blanket like a sleeping restless child. ‘’Why didn’t you ask to share with Tara?’’

A frown creased your midnight partner’s face. ‘’Why would I want to share a bed with Tara?’’ 

You shrugged, avoiding eye contact as you continued to eat your cookie. ‘’I don’t know. You’ve been spending a lot of time with her. I assumed that—’’ 

Chad sighed, interrupting and correcting. ‘’There’s nothing between me and Tara,’’ he said, his eyes on you like he was making a promise. ‘’It’s not like that. We’ve been friends since we were kids — she’s like family.’’ 

You nodded, continuing eating your cookie in silence in the dim light of the overhead stove light. 

Minutes passed, neither you or Chad talking. Surprisingly, your mind didn’t drift where it shouldn’t. It was peaceful. 

Until the silence was broken.

‘’I didn’t want to ask while the others were there, but I know something is clouding your mind. We’ve dated long enough for me to know your body language. I’m probably not the person you’d choose to confide in, but if you want to talk, I’m here.’’ Chad’s gaze softened as he looked at you, making sure you knew that he meant it. 

When you think of a person to pour your heart to, your ex boyfriend is not the first one in line, but the ache within pushed the words past your lips. ‘’You were right about Jason.’’ 

Then, tears started flowing.

It didn't take long for Chad to understand. 

Without saying a word, he stepped in and pulled you into a hug. It’s been months since he held you like that, yet your bodies still molded perfectly together. You rested your head on his chest, letting the tears flow freely as they wetted his shirt. 

‘’I should have listened to you,’’ you cried into his chest, guilt and regret filling you although you weren’t the one who cheated.

You thought Chad’s warning about his teammate’s antics was him being jealous, that he had said this so you wouldn't get with someone else. Maybe a part was, but Jason had a reputation for cheating on his girlfriends. He bragged about his hookups in the locker rooms and at practice all the time.  

Chad loosened his hold and lifted your chin, using his thumb to wipe your tears. ‘’Next time I see him, I’ll—’’

‘’Please don’t,’’ you said, teary eyes looking up at him. ‘’It’s gonna draw attention to the situation and I don’t want to become a campus gossip. I just…want to forget him.’’ 

Although he really wanted to punch right now, he respected your wish. Nothing was said about not giving him a nasty glare at practice on Monday, though. 

‘’I can help you with that.’’ Seconds after the words were out, Chad’s eyes widened when he realized how it sounded. ‘’Shit, not— I mean watching movies or going for a walk, not…sex.’’ 

You could see the embarrassment on his face, truly not meaning to say that. 

What if you were interested in this method? What is it that they say again? The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. 

You wouldn’t get with a stranger — Tinder hookups were always disastrous. But Chad didn't sound like a bad idea. He was caring and generous in bed, you always loved how tall he was and how he would manhandle you. He also had a very nice body. 

‘’What if that’s what I want?’’ You moved your hand up his chest, your eyes catching Chad’s. 

‘’A-are you sure?’’ he asked. He would never take advantage of your vulnerability to satisfy his dick. 

You nodded, reached the back of his neck to pull him down to your level. ‘’I’ve never been more sure of something.’’ You ended your sentence with his kiss, bringing his lips over yours.

The next minutes were a mess of kissing and fumbling with clothes while trying to be as quiet as possible. It wasn’t easy when Chad’s thick fingers were pushing in and out of you at a toe-curling pace, but the walls of the cabin were thin and Ethan was still sleeping on the pull-out couch…literally a few feet away. 

He bit back a groan when you squeezed his fingers, your arousal covering them as you gripped and mouthed at his shoulder, trying to muffle any sounds. Being quiet during sex was never something you mastered. 

‘’I almost forgot how tight you feel,’’ Chad hissed, replacing his fingers with his cock and slowly filling you up.

You crushed your lips together again, your hands exploring his arms, his neck, his back, his shoulders as he began to move his hips, drawing gradually out of you and inching smoothly back in over and again. It was a frustrating pace — and felt more like making love than casual sex —, but fuck it felt good. 

Chad truly was a good lay. 

Soon enough your legs began to ache from the height difference, but he gripped your thighs to hoist you up. You wrapped them around his waist and the slight change caused Chad’s cock to hit deeper, eliciting a moan from you which you prayed no one heard. 

Once Chad came with a choked noise of pleasure, he set you down on the counter and you stood there for a moment, catching your breaths. 

‘’What’s the asshole’s name again?’’ 

You giggled against Chad’s chest, feeling your mixed cum leak from your pussy and onto the counter. ‘’I don’t know… Felix?’’ you said, mistaking Jason’s name on purpose. 

—

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[llamamamareads]

An Illyrian Baby: Part III

Part I | Part II

This is the final part of An Illyrian Baby. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for all the love and support. It's been a long time since I've written on tumblr and had absolutely no intention to do so again, but when the initial idea popped into my head I literally could not sleep until I got it out of my system. I can't promise anything in the future, but we'll see ;) xx

Azriel x Reader

Several hours later, you walk hand in hand to the infirmary with Azriel. You’d had a long conversation about the pros and cons and he decided to agree with these methods on the condition that Madja stops the moment anything goes wrong with you. The problem at this point was more Azriel keeping his cool than anything. Shadows wound up and along your legs as you walked, twisting and turning in spirals around him as well. His jaw was tight and he kept a firm grip on your hand. You pull your joined hands to your lips as you approach the infirmary door. “It’s only a broken bone, Az,” you murmur as you press a kiss to the back of his hand.

“Only a broken bone,” he mutters and shakes his head. “An unnecessary broken bone.”

“It’s not unnecessary if it works.”

He shakes his head and walks through the doors. Cassian is standing to the right with Rhys and Feyre to the left. Madja stands with her back turned as she pours what smells like tea into a mug for you. Azriel helps you onto the cot and presses his lips to the top of your head. “Drink this and we’ll begin as soon as you’re asleep.” Madja hands you the mug and you drink every drop, handing the mug back to her.

You fall asleep rather quickly and Madja nods to Feyre and Rhys. Together they get into your mind to ensure you will be at peace throughout the process. Cassian stands at the foot of the cot, watching Azriel closely. Madja stands across from Azriel but at your hips rather than higher up your torso. “Ready?” she asks. Once Feyre and Rhys nod she looks to Azriel who swallows and nods once as well.

Immediately, the sounds of bones breaking echoes throughout the room and Azriel lets his breath out in an audible woosh. With the sound of a second crack he drops to his knees beside you, his hands dropping your hand to grip the sides of the cot. The third crack sends shadows whirling around the room, your body covered in swirls of them with more bouncing around the room uncontrollably. The lights are knocked out by the surge of Azriel’s power.

Cassian steps to one side and Rhys to the other, each gripping one of his shoulders. Madja continues working and Azriel’s grip on the cot never falters. The chaos of the room continues until she’s finished. “She’ll need to rest a few days before getting up and about. If she needs anything, I’ll be here.”

Azriel carries you to your room and tucks you into bed. He sits next to you and traces patterns on the skin of your arm gently as he waits for you to wake up. He sits for hours waiting, his shadows continuing to whirl over you protectively.

When you wake up, you are genuinely in the worst pain you’ve ever felt. You try to sit up as you open your eyes, but let out a soft grunt of displeasure. “(Y/N) don’t move, baby. What do you need?” Azriel asks, helping you to shift to sit with the pillows at your back.

You shake your head gently. “I’m fine, I just have to pee.” You move to kick your feet off the side of the bed and let out a whimper at the movement. Azriel immediately scoops you up and assists you throughout the process, informing you of everything Madja said of aftercare.

For two days he doesn’t let you out of bed. It’s a week after that before the pain settled into soreness. Unfortunately, a month later, you return to Madja to repeat the process. It takes 3 sessions before your bone structure reflects that of an Illyrian female’s. 3 sessions, 3 months, and more pain than you’d both ever wanted to endure later. You both had stopped drinking contraceptives. You weren’t up for any activities throughout the process as it was, but the sooner you both stopped drinking it, the sooner the effects would wear off for later.

A year later, you’re cooking dinner when Azriel walks into your quarters and slides his arms around your waist from behind. He kisses where your neck meets your shoulder and freezes when he inhales your scent. A slow grin spreads across his face and he kisses your skin again. “You’re pregnant,” he murmurs, turning you around. He drops to his knees in front of you and kisses just below your navel. “You’re finally pregnant,” he grins up at you, squeezing your hips gently with his palms.

You both celebrate that night but wait to tell everyone until you’ve seen Madja. It was easier said than done. You kept to yourself in your quarters and Azriel swore Madja to secrecy. You lay down on the cot the same as you’d done for every other appointment with her and Azriel takes your hand. Madja places a hand on your lower abdomen and smiles fondly.

“You indeed are pregnant. With not one but two babes.”

You look up at her then Azriel, both of your faces expressing shock. “Two? We’re having twins?”

“Yes, dear. Twins. Don’t worry about a thing,” Madja promises and pats your hand, seeing the worry behind the excitement in your expression.

“Twins,” Azriel repeats, a grin from ear to ear as he wraps you in his arms and twirls you around. “We’re having twins!!”

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[strawberrykidneystone]

I Was Gone for Two Seconds

garrus vakarian x fem! shepard

summary: in purgatory, shepard steps away for a second and her stool was taken

a/n: if it sounds like that one scene from victorious you're right and you should say it #mybad

tags: tooth rotting fluff, set in ME3, catty comments (sorry i’ve been rewatching dance moms), garrus being oblivious as always, shepard being rightfully pissed (smh), species hostility kinda???, reassurance, lovey dovery gross stuff, ooc bc garrus says ily (LMAO), busy couple making time for each other ):

ao3 version

shepard was sat at the bar in purgatory with her legs crossed in a little black dress and heels, nursing a purple drink that she had already forgotten the name of. she was waiting for garrus to arrive to have some semblance of a proper date for the two of them. however, knowing him, he most likely got caught up with calibrating the weapons in the normandy for the umpteenth time, but she didn’t blame him nor was she mad. in fact, she had arrived later than their decided time as well since she got caught up in her own paperwork.

suddenly, she felt a tap on her right shoulder. she looked over, but saw no one. she turned her head to the left and saw the face of her favorite turian with a nervous smile on his face.

“sorry for running late shepard, the primarch needed help with-”

shepard leaned in and cut him off with a kiss, pulling back and patting his chest with a smile, “garrus i barely got here, you’re fine big guy, i get it.”

garrus’ shoulders relaxed and a sigh of relief left his mouth, settling into the stool next to her, “thank you sweetie, i can’t promise that it won’t happen again, but i can promise i’ll always make up for it.”

he had been holding a hand behind his back, bringing it forward to show to her with a blue blush creeping up his neck. shepard looked down at his hand and gasped, picking up the gift and examining it, “a thermal scope! i’ve been wanting to try one of these babies out forever!”

shepard grinned like a kid on christmas and threw her arms around garrus’ neck, kissing his cheek with an emphasized “mwah”. garrus wrapped his arms around shepard’s waist and purred with her in his arms, looking at her with love in his eyes.

“i’m glad you like it.”

“like it? i love it.”

“more than you love me?”

“know your limits vakarian.”

the two laughed together and shepard let go of the embrace, garrus’ hand remaining on her thigh with her hand over it. he waved the bartender over and ordered a drink. the two of them chatted for a while about anything and everything, talking to each other as if they were the only ones in the room. shepard excused herself to go "powder her nose", aka she's had to pee for the last 10 minutes and couldn't stand it anymore.

when she returned, she was met with a surprise.

a female turian was sitting on the stool that she had occupied not long ago, talking to garrus a little too enthusiastically for her liking. as shepard approached, she was able to hear their conversation.

"why don't you stick to your own species? that little human has nothing on a real turian woman."

garrus looked appalled and opened his mouth to say something, but shepard cleared her throat before he got the chance. her hands rested squarely on her hips, her eyebrows raised with her jaw tightened. the turian woman looked her up and down, then rolled her eyes, "speak of the devil."

"that's commander devil to you."

garrus laughed at that and covered it with a cough, letting shepard take the lead.

shepard plastered on the fakest smile she could and tilted her head, "sorry, but this little human couldn't help but notice that you took my seat. i’d like it back now."

the turian scoffed and slid out of the seat, shoulder-checking shepard as she passed her, "he's all yours, who wants a man with a damaged mandible anyways."

shepard balled her hands into fists before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, letting her fists go before walking up to garrus.

"shepard i'm so sorry, we were talking about the newest black widow that was released onto the market yesterday and then suddenly she changed the subject-" shepard cut off his rambling by taking his mandibles in her hands and kissing his lip plates, kissing all around his face before pulling back to look into his eyes, searching for any semblance of doubt in them. when she found none, she smiled reassuringly to him and rubbed her thumbs against mandibles.

garrus reached up and wrapped his hands around hers, turning his head to kiss her right palm before nuzzling his cheek against it. she knew he was being genuine, and even if she was blatantly flirting with him, shepard knew he would never pick up on it, that's for sure.

"for the record, i am one of those women who find scars attractive."

garrus laughed by letting a puff of air out of his nose and kissed her other palm, "for the record, i love my commanders a little devilish." shepard snorted and plopped down into her seat again. she leaned her elbow against the bar and resting her hand against her cheek.

"i love you vakarian."

"I love you too shepard."

"why don't we go back to the normandy and i can show you just how devilish i am," shepard said with an impish grin on her face.

"i wouldn't mind a little demonstration. i am a physical learner," garrus flirted back before quickly downing his drink.

shepard giggled before finishing the rest of her drink, standing up and grabbing his hand before leading him back to the Normandy. she glanced back just before they left purgatory and made eye contact with the turian woman from before, sticking her tongue out childishly as she led the love of her life back to their own home away from home.

notes: i'm actually happier with this piece than i thought i would be!! pls leave a comment if you want a part 12 with smut 👀 if i made any spelling or grammatical error pls lmk too

[xmycxx]

tattoo!artist Ellie's sketchbook

Part 1 | Part 2

Okay i headcannon that her journal is a fuckin mess (like mine)

like, random tattoo designs on one page, random things like ticket stubs and a business card of an ice cream place she liked and some sketches of you all on the same page

tis a fucking mess

you found it once, she was watching a movie with you on your couch, except it wasn't something she enjoyed but wanted to spend time with you

leading to you laying in her lap, watching a movie, while she used her sketchbook on the armrest to sketch "tattoo designs" she was sketching you

she couldn't help it!!! you just looked so fuckin adorable all comfy in her lap and giggling at the jokes in the movie even though you've heard them a thousand times before

after like, half an hour of holding it in, she finally nudges you off to go pee, you pout but let her leave and just sorta awkwardly sit there, fighting with yourself not to open the notebook that she bookmarked with her pencil

eventually you decide you'll just say that it got knocked over when she got up and quickly open it, careful to keep the pencil in the same place

the page you open to is filled with sketches of where she is, her feet on the foot rest in front of her with some dialogue she found funny on the TV in the background, the lil poster you have above the tv, and finally, you

she sketched your side profile, the way your hair is falling on her lap, a smaller sketch of her fingers in your hair, and your favorite, one of your hands clinging to her free one and kissing her knuckles

you looked through some of the other ones, trying your best to not drop the ticket stubs or random stuff she'd tucked into the journal

a few pages back, you found the reciept for the dinner on your first date, with a sketch of how you looked that day doodled on top of it

looking back a little further, she found the napkin you'd written your number on along with a sketch of the tattoo you'd come in to get, with a small note that said "basic" with an eye roll emoji

you laughed, thinking she couldn't get any cuter, but the second the door opened, you remembered she would kill you for this, you tuck the pencil in what you tHOUGHT was the right page and resumed your position on the cough, feigning innocence

ellie fuckin knows something is wrong when you're fidgeting, and it confirms it when she settles back with your head into her lap and she notices the pencil is on a different page

her face turns such a bright red, she couldn't be happier you didn't see it

clearing her throat, she asks you "so, did you like what you saw?"

"Yep, loving the movie from here els." you replied, praying she wasn't talking about the notebook

"Seriously? you didn't even look at the good pages." She pouted, quickly flipping through and showing you a few pages she was really proud of

it had some tattoo designs for you, a few sketchses of your face, a ticket stub from the first time you invited her to your place and she came by the subway, everything

it was gorgeous, she was gorgeous

though she didn't forgive you for sneaking through her things and tickled you till you apologized a hundred times over by kissing her, it still wasn't enough as she dragged you into the bedroom, notebook long forgotten

A/N: I had this idea yesterday when i was talking to someone about my sketchbook. anyway like 300 of y'all have seen this AU, one of you has to have some ideas for this? requestss?

[cas-skz]

HOOKED

Han Jisung x Fem!reader

You spend the night after what was supposed to be a casual tinder hookup with your high school crush.

18+plz&thnx!!! MDNI!!

Warnings: smut. unprotected sex. 69. creampie. cursing.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Writers note: Yeees hello. This is more brain rot that has been sitting for a few months. I didn’t like it and now I kinda do so I said fuck it. Hope you like!

cas xx

“How is it, that you’ve slept with a bunch of guys, but you don’t know how to ride dick?” Your sister teased, sitting on your bed as you dug through your closet in attempt to find something cute to wear. “Drunken one night stands in collage didn’t give me a chance” You sassed, throwing one of her shirts you had stolen in her direction.

Once you found a cute lacey top, you quickly pulled an oversized hoddie on before plopping next to your sister on the bed. "You're like a kinder surprise." She poked, grabbing the laptop and continuing her creeping on the boy you had been chatting with on Tinder, your highschool crush, Han. "What the fuck does that mean?" You question. "Boring on the outside but a surprise when you unwrap it." You couldn't help but scoff at her lame joke.

Your sister let you have the car for the night, joking she had put a tracker on it and would know if you got kidnapped. She was dramatic like that, but meant well. When you arrived at Han's house, you sent a quick 'here' text to her before hoping out and slowly walking to the front of the car, sending Han the same text. He was quick to open the door, greeting you with a hug before leading you down stairs. "Parents are out of town, but this is my little cave. Other than food, I live down here."

You had settled in rather quickly, sharing a joint with Han as you reconnected about what has been going on in your life since graduation. It wasn't long before you settled into the couch and started a movie, enough space to fit another person. You excused yourself to the bathroom, quickly texting your sister. Your chats with Han had been innocent until a few nights ago, during a game of 20 questions, you asked if he ever had a girl ride him, something that had been stuck in your mind after a specific porno had been your go to rub-bud.

Your sister replied right away, telling you to take the lead. After a quick pee, you slid from your sweater, adjusting the lace along your breasts and messing your hair a bit before returning to the couch.

“Did I miss anything good?” You question, plopping yourself directly next to Han, running your hand through your hair as you tilted your head towards him. Han struggled to find his words for a few seconds, his eyes wide and scanning your body before returning to your face. “I like your shirt. It’s a nice shirt.” He finally got out, his cheeks flushed red as he stumbled over his words.

A few moments passed, your eyes flashing from the screen to Han's hands, biting your lip as you noticed the veins that ran along his arms. Your pointer finger slowly traced along his hand and wrist, goosebumps rising under your touch. Han's hand moved onto your thigh, gripping gently as his eyes stayed mostly on the tv.

You continued to move your finger across his skin, tracing his veins, gently scratching the inside of his wrist. It wasn't very hard to notice the erection growing inside Han's sweat pants.

His hand inched up your thigh, easily spreading them slightly as his fingers found your clit and started to move slowly. The smallest moan escaped your lips, your nails digging into him slightly at the feeling of his touch.

Han moved slightly to readjust himself, a small smirk pulling at his lips as you copied, moving yourself to a more comfortable position. You leaned into Han, allowing his arm to cover yours, giving him better access to you. His fingers started movement again, slowly pleasing you over the thin fabric of your leggings.

Your hand made an attempt to slip into his pants, but was quickly cut off. "Not yet." He smirked, his fingers picking up speed.

Han’s fingers continue to move in a rhythmic motion over your leggings, soft moans leaving your lips every now and then. You couldn’t hold back when a small shutter shot through your body, allowing his name to quietly escape your mouth.

It must have struck a cord as he turned his attention away from the movie. Han’s body shifted with yours, allowing him to hover over you, his fingers still working slowly at your clit while the other roamed your body. You pulled him into you, your lips meeting with his, sharing gentle kisses while your clothes started to hit the floor.

You intensified the kiss, gently biting his lip as your hand reached down to pump his length, a beautiful thick mass curved to perfection. Han smirked proudly as you praise his cock, his fingers worked towards your entrance, teasing at first before slipping two fingers inside, his hand matching paces with your strokes.

A quiet whimper escaped your lips as his tongue slid in your mouth, fighting with yours for control. Warmth left your core as his hand wrapped around your neck, his body rolling into yours. “I want you to sit on my face.” He hissed against your lips, reversing positions so you were on top.

His hand slapped down on your ass before pulling your core towards his face, his tongue working swiftly at your clit. “Fuck Han..” you moaned quietly, your nails digging into his tights as you reach down to take his cock in your mouth.

His tongue easily worked between your folds, swirling circles and sucking at your clit. Your mouth worked on his cock but you couldn’t hold back a wave of small whines as he plunged two fingers in your hole, adding to the already incredible sensation you were feeling.

“Fuck..holy fuck I’m gonna cum.” His hand slapped down on your ass again, his movements hitting key points perfectly. You felt your peak hit, a cluster of moans and curses escaping as your body shook with pleasure.

Rotating, you pressed your lips into Han's, tongue pushing inside to tango with his. Your hips lowered, pussy sitting on his length as you grinded slowly against him, his cock sliding easily with help of your slick.

His hand slapped down on your ass again, a little harder this time. A small whine escaped your lips as your cheek started to tingle from his slaps, his hands guiding your hips as you slid along his shaft. "Cum for me again." He ordered, his hand wrapping into your hair as he moved his lips to your neck, biting and sucking at your skin.

Your nails dug into his chest as your clit twitched against him, your body starting to shake as your peak approached. Han pulled you into him, hand slapping down on your ass again as you started to cum again.

"Let me ride your cock." You say into his ear, teeth nipping at the lobe. He scooted up a bit, pulling you with him as his mouth found your breasts and you positioned yourself, teasing your entrance with his thick cock head before slowly pushing it in.

“So fucking tight." Han smirked, his eyes watching you try to take his mass, barely able to fit him in. Your hips bobbed slowly as your walls started to stretch, finally taking his full length. You whined quietly, moving yourself up and down, trying to find a comfortable pace. Your mind flashed back to the video you enjoyed and you tried to copy the motions.

Straightening yourself up, you took his full length as deep as it could go, moving back up slowly and repeating the action. You played with your breasts as you found the right pace bouncing happily.

It wasn’t long before you rolled into your third orgasm, bottoming out on Han as your legs shook violently. His hand reached up to your neck, pulling you towards him as he crashed him lips into yours, his hips thrusting hard into you. “You’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled against your lips.

The fourth orgasms came as a surprise when his thrusting turned hard and fast, skin slapping together and turning red from impact. You hid your face in his neck, muffling your screams against his skin.

His pace finally slowed and his arms swiftly flipped you and positioned you on all fours on the couch, where you slumped against the back for support. You felt fuzzy and so satisfied, you just let Han have his way with you. Dick drunk and shaking with pleasure.

He teased your entrance with the tip of his cock before slowly pushing inside, his hand slapping down and grabbing your ass as he thrusted slowly, trying his best to keep himself composed as the new position drove him crazy.

“You gonna cum for me again princess?” His words sent a shiver up your spine, no one ever gave you a pet name. You bit your lip and nodded, looking back at him as he watched himself move in and out of your tight hole.

It didn’t take long before you felt yourself peaking again, your hands grabbing the fabric of the couch as you rode out your orgasm. Han quickly pulled out, “Good girl.”

He moved himself to the floor, pulling you down onto his lap, lips finding yours immediately as you pushed his cock back inside you. Your swollen pussy hugging his length.

Your lips worked perfectly with his, soft tender kisses as you hips slowly milling with his, small bounces being added here and there. You finally managed to open your eyes, lust filled and sparkling as you look down at Han, your hands training his chest muscles down to his abs.

“I want you to cum for me.” You told him, your words making his cock twitch slightly. You smirked, leaning down so your lips were close to his ear, “Cum in my fucking pussy.” You whisper in a moan, his hand slapping down on your ass as his other reached for your neck, pulling you forward so he could look at you.

Your eyes were rolled back slightly, mouth partially open, small beads of sweat starting to pool at your hairline. Pure bliss taking over your body as you rutted against him, your combined fluids the only sound other than the moans you both shared. His cock started to twitch again, firming even more as his seed started to shoot. “Fuck…fucking cum—I’m fucking cumming.” He hissed, his hand on your ass guiding your hips quickly, allowing him to empty every bit deep inside you.

Your final orgasm rolled out with his and you swore it was from how hot he looked when he finished. His hips jerked into you a few times, before settling and you straddled his waist for a moment before sliding off, cum flowing from your pussy onto his stomach and waist. A small laugh escaped his lips, breaths calming as he looked at you, hands running over your body. “Holy shit” He moaned

You weakly laid against his body, aftershocks shooting throughout yours. You spent a while in the same position, chatting and giggling about common interests before getting up to shower.

You texted your sister that you were staying the night and threw your phone to the side, joining Han in his bed as he turned a movie on and cuddled close to you before falling asleep just before you did.

The next morning you woke up alone and groaned while stretching. You grabbed one of Han’s shirts and followed the music coming from the upstairs kitchen.

“I hope you like blueberry pancakes.” He said as you walked in the kitchen, stopping in his tracks when he saw you. “You look so beautiful.”

You blushed a deep red as you made your way over to him, quickly kissing his cheek before ripping a piece of pancake and eating it. You hopped on the counter, poking his nose. “Thank you handsome. I might steal this, it’s comfy.” You smiled

“Does that mean every time you come here, you’re gonna steal my clothes?” He laughed, going over to you and rubbing his nose against yours before deeply kissing you.

You draped your arms over his shoulders, playing with the hair on the back of his head as you returned the kiss. “I just might.” You giggled against his lips.

[multiversed-daydreamer]

Pet: Chapter 4 - The First Day

WC: ~4k

Summary: Joel and Tess finally clue you in on their plans and you three have a discussion about how this will all work. You disagree with most of it.

Tags: MDNI, Obsessive behavior, Possessive behavior, Hostage, Joel and Tess keep Reader against her will, Reader is disabled. This one is where it gets a little sketchy. Reader doesn't like being touched, Hints that reader has PTSD if you squint.

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When you wake, it’s slow and a little sluggish. Your head feels foggier than usual and you’re warm and cozy against a dark green couch. You frown, why are you on a couch? You look around and immediately regret it because your vision spins for a moment. Ugh, what the fuck? But you do remember where you are now. You’d stayed over at Tess’ because you’d been too busy doing shots instead of paying attention to curfew. Fucking idiot.

You debate on sneaking out before they wake up just to avoid the utter embarrassment of facing the scariest people in the goddamn QZ hungover. Fuck, Nick was right, Tess was not supposed to be someone you got close to. You should’ve said no, should’ve bailed again. 

A creak of the bed behind the wall alerts you to someone getting up, a moment later you hear the bathroom door close. You sit up with a quiet grunt. It’s not that bad, you’re not gonna puke or anything, just a little spinny. You slowly get your bearings, your shoes are under the coffee table, and your jacket is hanging on the back of the chair you’d sat at last night. You sigh, leaning down and snagging a shoe, pulling one on and then the other. There’s something a little too intimate about walking around Tess’ apartment in your socks. You stand as the toilet flushes as you cross the floor to put on your jacket. A sink turns on and as you zip up your jacket, it turns off, a few seconds later Tess emerges, flicking droplets of water off of her fingers. 

You give her a tight smile, nodding to her. She smirks a little at the sight of you already in your shoes and hoodie. “Planning on leaving early? Told you I’d walk you home.” 

You shrug. “I was planning on waiting for you. It would’ve been rude to just up and leave.” Tess eyes you for a moment. 

“Would you like some eggs first?” She asks tentatively. You frown, you don’t really want to stay much longer, and you don’t know what time it is. 

“What time is it? I’d like to be home around nine. Nine thirty by the latest.” You respond. 

“It was about seven when I got up. Let me get you some food, and maybe some water. How’s your head?” She smirks a little, likely knowing you had drank a little past your limit last night. You smile a little easier at her teasing. 

“A little slow… and a little spinny.” You admit. She chuckles quietly and moves further into the kitchen. 

“Water and some eggs will help settle you.” She points to the bathroom. “Go ahead and freshen up.”  You nod and mutter a soft thanks. You really had to pee. You slip into the bathroom, using the toilet, and flushing before washing your hands. You glance into the mirror and glare at how wild your hair is from sleep. You take out your ponytail and comb shaking hands through your hair. It’s not the best method, but it felt weird to dig around for Tess’ hairbrush. So you did your best to tame your hair with your fingers before putting it in a messy bun. You’ll fix it at home, it’s presentable for now. You sigh, bracing yourself for breakfast with Joel and Tess. 

You open the door and intentionally avoid the bed where Joel is still sleeping. You step over to the table, finding a glass of water waiting. Tess was at the stove with a spatula in hand, the smell of eggs and toast wafting over from her. It smells good. “Thank you for breakfast.” 

Tess smiles over at you. “Of course.” She dishes the food and butters some toast, before bringing the plate to the table. Right on cue, you hear a creak of the bed and a soft grunt as Joel gets to his feet and shuffles to the table, sitting down next to you.  Tess sets a plate in front of you and a plate in front of Joel before going back to the stove grabbing a plate for herself, and sitting on your other side, which surprises you. You had expected her to sit across from you to be next to Joel. 

You take a bite of toast and sip some water. You wonder where they found butter but you don’t ask. Joel’s presence unsettles you and you’re a little relieved that the meal passes in silence. The food helps your stomach and your head and you’re grateful . Joel finishes first, sitting back and eyeing your jacket. 

“Look at you. Already ready for the day.” Joel hums. 

You look down and shrug. “Yeah, I have a shift at eleven.” 

“What shift?” He asks, and again, his curiosity surprises you. 

“Sewer detail.” You grumble, not happy with it but it’s one of the best-paying jobs available. You finish your own breakfast and sit back. Your eyes flicker to Joel who grimaces in sympathy.

 “Oh, that’s rough.” 

You nod in agreement. “But the pay is great.” You point out. 

Tess is stabbing some egg onto her fork as she speaks up. “Is Nick joining you today?” The way she phrases it makes your hackles rise immediately. Did Joel tell her about the argument the two of you had a few days ago? 

He tenses at her question, eyeing Tess for a moment with a disapproving look before turning to you with a raised eyebrow. “Is he?” 

It’s only right now that you notice Joel has big brown eyes and full lips. He’s… handsome you realize kind of secondhandedly and you suddenly notice just how good-looking a couple Joel and Tess make together. You look down, a bit surprised by your thought process for a moment. “Uh… Yes, he’s meeting me there.” 

“Thought I told you to stay away from him.” His voice is low and level, and he’s watching you with an intensity that freaks you out.

You shrug, “I mean… we’re bound to overlap on shifts sometimes.”

Joel raises a pointed eyebrow at you. “And what about your days off?” 

Your jaw clenches. Motherfucker. Tess told him. You’re not surprised, and not even shocked. You tell Nick everything. Of course, Tess is gonna come home and bitch a little about how you bailed on her at the market and got high with a boy. But it’s not like you technically had plans with Tess that day. You two just end up walking together whenever you see each other. It’s never a planned meet-up. You shrug at him but don’t say anything. You stand instead. “I think it’s time I got home.” You scoot your chair in and turn to the front door. Tess and Joel don’t move from their spots and part of you is glad. You’re pretty sure if Tess insisted upon walking you home it would’ve ended in an argument. You’re not one for fights typically but everybody had their limit and you were at yours with their bullshit about Nick. You really need to apologize to him for not taking his worries as seriously as you should’ve. 

You make it to the door and unlock the deadbolt, twisting the handle to open it. It doesn’t budge though. You’re eyebrows furrow and you assess the door. The deadbolt is unlocked there’s not a little lock on the doorknob. When you look up you do realize that there's another lock about a foot above the other deadbolt. It looks like it belongs on the outside of the door, not the inside. It requires a key to unlock it and when you peek into the little crack between the door and the doorjamb you can see a second bolt glinting ever so slightly in the sun. You turn back to them. They’re just watching you silently, waiting for you to realize that you couldn’t leave without their help. You meet Tess’ eyes and raise an eyebrow in silent question. In response, she nods towards your chair. “Come sit for a minute.” 

Your jaw clenches and your stomach twists up in a knot. Something is wrong and fear slams into you as you realize you’re stuck here. “Why?” You stay by the front door, unwilling to move any closer to them. 

“Because she asked you too,” Joel said back, his voice a warning. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Nope… this is gonna end terribly. You walk over to the chair and grip the back of it with your hands, sitting feels far too vulnerable right now. 

“What?” You ask lowly, staring at the table, not meeting their eyes. 

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Tess frowns at you. She’s not too pleased with your behavior, but you’re not outwardly defying them so that’s something. You’re starting to get scared, they could tell by how tense you are that you’re freaking out a little. “We want you to stay here for a while,” she says gently, preparing for the immediate backlash you might go for. 

Your brows furrow with confusion. “I have to get ready for work.” Next to Tess, Joel’s jaw clenched. 

“Don’t worry about work, we’ll get you excused so you’re not in trouble,” Joel assures. Not that FEDRA would ever get to you now, not that anybody would. 

“Why?” You ask again. Tess can tell you’re low on patience, you want to leave, and the thought pisses her off a little. 

“Because we want to keep you.” It probably wasn’t the best way to reveal you to your new life, but you’ve always seemed to enjoy Tess’ honesty.

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Your eyes snap to hers, and you blink at her, completely speechless for a moment. “I’m sorry... You what?” You can’t believe the words that just came out of Tess’ mouth. ‘You can’t leave.’ you remind yourself. Finally, after months of looking for a red flag with Tess, she gives you one when you’re trapped in her fucking apartment. 

“You shouldn’t be working with your condition anyway. You’re gonna end up hurting yourself.”  Joel points out. Fury and embarrassment warp through you at his words. Condition? Just because you were disabled doesn’t mean you can’t work. You meet Joel's eyes with a fiery glare. 

“I am perfectly capable, thank you very much.” You snap at him. You expect him to respond in anger, instead, he smiles. 

“I know you’re capable, I’ve seen it. But they should minimize your hours at the very least. Burnout is still a thing, and you give off the impression that you’ll go until you literally can’t anymore.” Joel responds, once more giving you wide-eyed pointed look. “We’re trying to help.” 

“No offense, but that’s none of your business, Miller. I am an adult, I’ll figure it out for myself.” 

Joel sighs, shaking his head and standing up. You step back, making sure to stay well out of arms reach of him. Joel looks to you in surprise for a moment, pausing the same way Tess had last night, before turning and heading back towards his and Tess’ bedroom area. Your eyes flicked to Tess, who nodded toward the empty chair. “Please sit down.” 

You sigh and take a seat, pulling your chair back from the table to keep your distance from them. Joel rummaged around in his dresser for something. Tess leans her forearms on the table, bringing your attention back to her. “Joel saw you first when you first came to burning shift. Said he was surprised FEDRA would ever let you sign up for it.” Joel was now on his way back to the table, hiding whatever he got up to get behind his back so you couldn’t see it. He ends up sitting back down next to you. 

“Shouldn’t have been working in burning shift. Ever.” Joel pipes up. 

“It pays good! And it’s not like there’s a whole lot of options, I was just trying to grab what was available.” You defend. 

“I saw you a few weeks later at the market.” Tess continues as if you and Joel's continual argument about work didn’t exist. “Joel told me how you showed up on burning shift. I was surprised. After having a discussion we decided we wanted you.” You open your mouth to protest but Tess continues, “You won’t need to work anymore, you’ll be completely taken care of. You’ll stay here with us, for now, you will not leave this apartment and one of us will be here with you at all times. Once you get settled, we’ll start taking you back out again.”

You shake your head… what the actual fuck was she talking about? Her words make your panic flair. ‘You’ll’ not ‘you’d,’ they’ve made this decision without you’re input and you want to think you’re smart enough to change their minds about it. “No thank you.” That is all you can come up with. “I’d rather do the work myself and figure it out myself. I have no interest in relying on anybody.” 

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Tess smirks at your words, ‘Well… aren’t you a prideful one.” She can’t help but taunt you just a little bit. You’re cute when you’re trying to figure out how to outsmart them. “Let me know when you successfully figure out how to leave.” She sits back in her chair, feeling more than a little smug. She gestures to Joel, who had grabbed the collar and a small padlock to put on it so you couldn’t take it off. 

Tess wiggles her fingers at you. “Give me your hands.” You sit back, eyes flicking between the two of them. Tess gestures again. “Come on now, it’ll just be for a moment.” She’s thanking you mentally for putting your hair up in the bathroom, it won’t be in the way when Joel gets the collar on. You shift but don’t move, already testing Tess’ patience. Joel stands and you startle a bit. Tess leans forward and grabs your hands gently, soothing you softly. “You’re safe here. We’re not gonna hurt you.”

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You jerk against Tess, trying to pull out of her grip. Her fingers tighten around your hands and you try to stand up again, feeling Joel step up behind you. A large hand lands on your shoulder, keeping you in your chair. “Relax. Nothin’s gonna hurt, I promise.” Joel murmurs quietly.

“What are you doing?” You don’t even bother to hide your panic as you try to escape them. They’re too close, they’re touching you, and you want to scream. “Stop touching me.” 

Tess shushes you, shifting to kneel down in front of you, her hands moving up to grip your forearms. “You’re okay. We’ll let go in just a minute. Count to thirty for me.” Tess coaxes you gently into some deep breaths and into counting with her.

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 Joel’s thumb rubs your shoulder gently, waiting until you are counting with Tess before moving his hand to wrap the collar around your neck. He’s as quick and gentle as he can be, looping the end of it through the buckle and tightening it to the correct size. 

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As soon as you feel the leather tighten around your throat you yelp and move your hands upward to fight Joel. Fuck counting. Tess keeps your arms in place, she leans forward to put some weight onto your thighs, keeping you pinned in the chair as Joel quickly fastens the collar and hooks the tiny padlock into it, and snaps it shut. 

“Easy. Easy, I’m done.” Joel tugs lightly at the padlock and dips two fingers under the collar, making sure it isn’t too tight. Once satisfied with his work, Joel steps back. “I’m done. I’m done.” 

Tess squeezes your arms before pulling back with a soft smile. You immediately reach up to claw at the collar. “What the fuck.” 

“Easy,” Joel says again, taking his seat and gently prying your fingers from your throat. “It’s just a reminder. You’ll be fine with it on. You won’t even notice it after a few hours.”

You scoff, glaring at him. “Reminder? No. No, take it off.” You’re losing, you realize. They’re not listening to you. You swallow, focusing yourself on your goal. Escape. “I don’t want this. I want to go home now.” 

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Tess has to admire your stubbornness and your focus on trying to talk them down from this. “You are home, pet.” She replies. Joel’s eyes darken at her words, and his hands twitch around yours. 

“Welcome home, pet. We’ve been preparing for you for months.” Joel squeezes your hands. 

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You shake your head “I don’t want this. I don’t want to do this. I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in whatever this is.” You try to pull away from him but he keeps his grip, fingers strong around yours. 

“You’re not leaving. I think you’ve figured that out already. We already told you, we are keeping you. You’re not going to change our minds.” Joel’s voice cut through your head like a knife. You yank away from him, standing up and pacing to the living room and back again. 

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Joel stands to intercept you but Tess stops him. “She can’t go anywhere. Give her a minute to process.” Joel looks back over to you, but your back is to him, you’re looking out the window. So he sits back down and looks at Tess who shrugs. 

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You glare at the window. They’re by the wall of the QZ, which makes sense for smugglers you suppose. There are no people outside this close to the edge and their place is too high up to survive jumping. You frown. What the fuck were you gonna do? You turn back to them, you don’t go back to the table, but you do lean against the white shelf on the wall giving them your attention. 

“We have one basic rule for you right now.” Tess addresses you. “Just do as you’re told. That’s it.”

Joel glares at you. “Something you haven’t done yet.” 

You glare back. “I’m my own person, just because you’ve offered advice to me doesn’t mean I have to take it.” 

“It wasn’t advice, I told you to stay away from that kid and you didn’t listen.” Joel growls, clearly pissed you still hang out with Nick.

“Yes.” You nod, “Because why the fuck would I listen to you?” Knowing their plan now, at least now you understand why they hate Nick so much. Tess has been planning on taking you for months now, and yesterday you openly admitted you had a thing for Nick. No wonder she responded weirdly. 

“Because,” Tess cuts in smoothly, “you are not you’re own person. You are ours, and if you disobey us, we’ll punish you.” 

You pause at that threat, it stops you in your tracks. No. This isn’t a situation you were ever supposed to be in. The whole reason you pushed your group to go to a Quarantine Zone in the first place was to avoid raiders and slavers. You were supposed to be safe here from this exact situation. Fuck, you really owed Nick the nicest home-cooked meal you can make, and a huge ass apology. “What happened to ‘we’re not gonna hurt you?’”

Tess sits back and eyes you with a sharp look. “We have no interest in hurting you. But what is the first thing you start with when bringing home a new pet?” She asks you. 

You glare, jaw clenched so tight that in any other circumstance, you’d be worried you’d chip a tooth, but you’re too freaked out and angry and scared to care right now. 

“People train pets so they know how their owners want them to behave.” Joel interferes when you refuse to answer Tess. You stare at the ground, letting his words sink in. “We won’t hurt you, but we will discipline you so you learn what to do and what not to do. Just like any other pet.” You nod in acknowledgment and glare at the lock on the door that keeps you from your freedom. They have to go out at some point. It’s only a matter of time before you at least figure out where the key is… likely on one of them. 

You watch Joel stand up, he looks at you before once more heading back towards the bedroom area. He disappears behind the wall for a moment before coming back with a giant pink pet bed in his arms. He places it next to the shelf with the radio on it, right underneath a ring thats been drilled into the wall. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they’ll probably leash you there at some point. It makes your body tense and you edge away from Joel. 

He turns and spots you backing away from him. He holds his hands up in surrender and steps away from the bed. “We found this for you. We figured you might like it.” 

You eye the bed and then Joel. “Are you expecting me to sleep there at night?” The bed seemed comfortable to sit on, like a beanbag chair, but you’d definitely fuck your back up if you had to sleep on it. 

Joel looks at you and shakes his head. “No. No. Probably wouldn't be too comfy for an entire night. It’s just a spot for you during the day.” He points to the bookshelf. “We got some books you can read, stuff like that. Just a little place that’s yours while we’re busy with stuff.”

You nod but don’t point out that you already have an entire apartment that’s yours that you can go to while they're busy with stuff. Instead, you eye the couch. That won’t be too comfortable in the long run either. 

“You’ll sleep in bed with us at night.” Tess pipes up from behind you. You whip around to look at her. 

“What?” Sleep in bed with them? Next to them? You can’t do that. 

Tess gets up from the table and walks over to you. You flatten yourself against the wall and she steps in just a hair too close, slowly reaching a hand up to brush her fingertips against your cheek. You pull back but she follows you, keeping the contact. You look towards the window again, and you’re glad she doesn’t force you to look at her. You’re pretty sure if you meet her eyes while she’s this close, you’ll burst into tears. 

Joel closes in as well, his hand reaching for the top of your head, gently massaging your scalp with his fingertip, much like one would pet a dog. You swallow against the rising emotions as they gently touch you. “With us,” Tess says, confirming what you’d already heard. “You’ll sleep with us, and we’ll keep you safe and warm.” 

You swallow again, blinking rapidly as tears well up in your eyes. There are so many emotions running through you right now and you don’t think you could name a single one. A tear slips free and slides down your cheek only for Tess to swipe it away. If you were so safe with them, why does your heart feel like it’s shattering into a million pieces?

They stay close, murmuring softly to you as you try to come to grips with this new reality. You won’t get out today, or likely the next few days. They’re on high alert and still trying to set some kind of routine. Your best shot is to play along until an opportunity arises. So you nod, accepting Tess’ words for now. 

You still don’t look at them but Tess leans forward to press a kiss to your temple and Joel presses his forehead against the hand he has on your head. “Welcome home, pet.” He whispers softly. Crowded between them against the wall, another tear falls.

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Chapter 6 - A Game of Subway Surfers

Word Count: 9032

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Half asleep, and with a raging headache from the night before, Melanie waltzed into the sixteenth precinct exactly thirty minutes late for her shift.

Obviously, she hadn’t meant to. She’d just been running so far behind schedule given the fact that she only woken up forty five minutes ago… In Barba’s bed… After he’d physically carried her there, tucked her cosily under the duvet and then went out to sleep on the couch himself. You can see from that why she might have been a little too disoriented and dazed that she literally couldn’t have come in to work any sooner if she had tried. 

She hadn’t even had that much time to call home, after running away from Barba, to check on Quint. Or to even brush her teeth to get rid of the remnants of what she drank last night, before she was rushing out the front door again and heading to work — wearing the exact same clothes as yesterday, she might add, and she could already hear the remarks that would be coming her way over that small detail she’d had no time to change. 

At least she didn’t sleep with Barba, Melanie thought to herself. That would have only made the jokes harder to brush off as if she had… If she’d had a drunken one night stand with Rafael Barba after months of pining after him, she’d no doubt have gone so red in the face after the first joke that she’d have opened up a window, and tossed herself head first out of it. 

“Well, would you look who it is,” Carisi said humorously as Melanie came shuffling tiredly into the squad room, her bike helmet in hand, her hair unbrushed and two dark ringed circles sitting heavy beneath her eyes. “We were wondering when you were gonna show up.”

“And wearing the same clothes as yesterday?” Rollins added, raising her eyebrow knowingly as she sipped her coffee. “Looks like somebody got laid.” 

“To rest,” Fin laughed, making Rollins snort into her coffee cup as Melanie glared half assedly towards him, “Girl, you look dead on your feet, what the hell did this guy do to you?” 

“There was no guy,” Melanie deflected instantly, even though there kind of was. Just not in the dirty way in which they thought. She set her helmet on the chair by her desk and sat down on her own, running her clammy hands over the entirety of her tired face. “I just… got a little drunk last night and fell asleep on the couch, that’s all.” 

“Mhm,” Rollins hummed, clearly unconvinced yet she let it slide. She was too uncomfortable herself to carry on, what with her pregnant belly and her constant need to pee, which speaking of, “Mel, help me up?” 

With a faint groan that made Rollins chuckle Melanie stood back up, almost falling right back down again when a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over her entirely. Her hand shot up to her head as her mind spun violently inside of it, the whole room nothing but a blur as she braced herself against the desk, a soft, scotch-flavoured burp escaping up her throat and making her groan again. 

“Jeez, are you still drunk?” Carisi asked with an amused scoff, getting to his own feet to help Rollins up as it didn’t appear as though Melanie could move so much as inch away from her desk. 

“It’s possible,” Melanie exhaled slowly, falling back into her chair again and closing her eyes in hopes of settling them. “I had so much scotch last night, I actually think I’m dying.”

“I’ll get you some coffee,” Carisi said, as Rollins waddled off to the bathroom, “I assume you want some crack in it?”

“Yes please,” Melanie mumbled, her eyes growing distant as she rested her hand on her chin and fought the urge to fall asleep. It didn’t work though, her eyes drew closed again the second Carisi’s chuckle faded as he headed for the coffee pot. Only, her peace didn’t last long though, not when the faint sound of wheels rolling caught her attention and she cracked open one eye, to now see Fin so close to her that he physically made her flinch. “Jesus.” 

“Nope, just me,” Fin said casually, leaning back against his chair and folding his arms. “You gonna tell me who he is?” 

Melanie played dumb, “Who who is?” 

“The guy who provided you with enough scotch to make you smell like it.” 

Subtly, Melanie tilted her head towards her shoulder and sniffed. God, he was right. She even smelled like scotch, and that would not be the best way for her to forget last night and stop blushing anytime she so much as thought about Barba carrying her to bed. 

“There is no guy,” Melanie said plainly, avoiding eye contact with Fin as he could always tell she was lying. Especially when she flushed a deep shade of scarlet, sort of like she was doing now. “I provided myself with the scotch.”

“Man, you know as well as I do that that’s bull,” Fin said, tapping her arm with the back of his hand to get her to look at him. And even when she did, she didn’t. “Four years we’ve been gaming together and not once have you ever gotten up to go get a scotch.” 

Melanie shrugged, “Times have changed.” 

“Times may have changed, but you ain’t,” Fin replied, a little peeved that she wouldn’t tell him as unknown to Carisi, who’d only grow jealous, Melanie always used to tell him everything. The benefits of being gaming buddies. “You never change, and that’s exactly how I know you’re lying.” 

“I’m not lying,” Melanie literally lied, but she just couldn’t tell him the truth as no matter what she knew didn’t happen between her and Barba, there was no way that anyone else would believe her otherwise. “I picked it up on my way home and I drank it, end of story.”

“Yeah, it’s a story alright,” Fin muttered, rolling annoyedly away from her and back towards his desk as Carisi returned.

“Splash of milk and three sugars,” He said automatically, handing Melanie the steaming cup of coffee as she flashed him a thankful smile. “We were all out of crack but, uh, hopefully it’ll still do.” 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Melanie chuckled, bringing the mug, which was even her favourite one, to her lips and taking her that first, glorious sip of the liquid within, feeling the heat of it trickle down her chest and erupt across her body like a hug. “Ah, perfect as always, Sonny.” 

Whatever you do, do not tell Barba that, Melanie, otherwise he’ll be framing Carisi for murder and locking his ass in jail. 

“It ain’t my first coffee making rodeo, Mel,” Carisi chuckled, yet he always felt a strange sense of self-pride anytime she complimented his coffee making abilities as anytime anyone else tried to make her one… she always struggled to hide her distaste. 

The coffee soon began to kick in and by the time Melanie and Carisi got called away from the precinct on an ongoing case the two of them were investigating, Melanie could already feel her headache starting to lift to an otherwise manageable pain level. She still hadn’t eaten anything yet, she’d just had another five cups of coffee and was all but bouncing off the walls with her heart mimicking a hummingbird inside her chest, but she was able to stand up and walk around without feeling like she was floating so all in all, she’d count that as a win in her book. 

“You think this is our guy?” Carisi asked, as the two of them set off in the car towards the subway. They’d gotten a call from a local precinct about a possible public masturbator on the train, and they had every reason to believe it was the guy they’d been looking for. 

“Probably,” Melanie replied, pulling a small knife from her pocket and beginning to flip it open and closed in her hand. “Although with the amount of public masturbators we come across, there’s an equal chance it’s not.” 

“Yeah that’s true,” Carisi muttered, unphased by the knife play that was happening next to him.

“I don’t understand why people can’t get their jollies off at home like the rest of us.”  

Carisi made a face at that thought, and glanced at her, “Get their jollies off? What are you, eighty?”

Frowning, Melanie just rolled her eyes and remained quiet as she continued to practise her knife skills. She always hated having nothing to do in the car and with the way Carisi drove, the two of them would probably be here until tomorrow morning before they so much as even saw the subway station platform. 

“You gonna tell me where you were last night?” Carisi asked, glancing briefly to his side just in time to see Melanie stop what she was doing, peer suspiciously towards him out of the corner of her eye and when she realised he knew that she was lying, she pressed her lips together and went right back to playing with her knife. “I know you, Mel, I know you didn’t choose to drink scotch on your own, so come on… Who is he?”

“God, what is with you people and thinking that just because I chose to drink scotch last night and that I came into work in the same clothes as yesterday, that I’m automatically seeing someone?” 

“Because we know you,” Carisi said plainly, “And we know that you, of all people, do not drink scotch.” 

“Well, I did, okay? So just drop it already,” Melanie said in frustration, which was easily readable as Carisi got the hint instantly and raised his fingers off the steering wheel, as though holding his hands up in surrender. 

Even he knew better than to continue to poke the bear and if she didn’t want to tell him the truth, then fine. He’d just leave it at that. 

“What did you do last night?” Melanie asked, trying to fill the awkward silence that was slowly filling the car.

“Not much, just had a few drinks with some of the guys,” Carisi shrugged, “I texted you.” 

“Oh yeah,” Melanie drew out, nodding her head, “Yeah, I remember… Sorry I left you hanging, I just couldn’t think of anything I’d like to do less than hang out with Campesi.” 

“Yeah, it was probably for the best,” Carisi said, knowing all too well about what happened between the two women. “With some of the things she said about Barba, I doubt they would have helped settle the heat.”  

“The things she said about Barba?” Melanie repeated, and it was when her knife flipping suddenly quickened that Carisi knew he’d fucked up. He didn’t know why he said that. He should have known better than to bring it up when she was in a mood, and so help Campesi if she said anything that would have so much as caused Melanie’s eye to twitch in annoyance. “What things? What did she say?” 

“Nothing,” Carisi mumbled, trying to brush it off as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter and the squeaking of the leather, no matter how faint it was, piercing straight through the rather tense silence that grew between them. 

Narrowing her eyes at his shadiness Melanie turned to him, flipping her knife one last time so that the blade was fully, and quite menacingly extracted as she clenched her jaw, gritting sternly, “Dominick.” 

Dominick? Damn… She must be serious, Carisi thought to himself. The only other time she’d ever called him by his real name was back when he tried to grow his moustache again and she had so rudely told him that it made him look like a pervert.  

“Alright, alright,” He sighed begrudgingly, knowing he had no other option but to tell her the truth if he wanted to leave the car without her knife sticking out of his thigh. “She just… made some passing comment about him needing luck if he ever needs a cop, alright, that’s all.”  

Melanie scoffed, “If he ever needs a cop he has me, okay? He doesn’t need her… Or anyone else for that matter.” 

The sudden quietness to her muttered tone towards the end had Carisi stay silent as they pulled up to the bottom of subway platform, the only sound inside the car being the metallic clack of Melanie’s knife as she continued to flip it flawlessly in her hand, which to some might have seemed threatening considering her mood but in reality it just made Carisi relieved that she hadn’t chosen to poke him with it.

Despite that, her movements still seemed slow and calculated. Even her eyes were trained to the subway sign in the distance, glazed over and unmoving, and it was almost like he could hear the metal cogs spinning inside the wacky and wonderful world that was her mind. It wasn’t like Melanie to stay quiet for so long, regardless of having something to do with her hands as half the time she would be babbling about one thing or another the whole way to the scene. 

The only time she ever kept her mouth shut this tightly was when she was deep in thought, and considering the suit wearing topic of conversation, Carisi easily grew concerned and so he just had to ask, 

“You aren’t gonna do anything else stupid are you? To Campesi, I mean.” 

“Like what? Empty my clip into her?” Melanie chuckled dryly as she shifted her gaze to finally meet him again, catching the subtle way in which he raised his eyebrows and tilted his head as if to say well yeah you already punched her. She threw one hand mockingly up to her heart in response, “You know, Sonny, sometimes your lack of faith in me really hurts.”

And just like that… Melanie was back. 

Carisi rolled his eyes, the blatantly obvious sarcasm radiating from her aura as she chuckled in amusement having him grumble beneath his breath about being sorry that he asked in the first place. He then shut off the engine, telling her that he was done with the conversation and that his lack of faith was nothing if not justified given her history of holding grudges. 

“Look,” Melanie began, her tone serious yet she still continued to play with her knife, “I’m not gonna do anything that you would class as stupid but I will say this… If Campesi says one more thing like that about Barba, she’s gonna have a lot more to worry about than my fist connecting with her face.” 

“You know, it makes me really uncomfortable when you say things like that whilst playing with your knife.” 

“You should count yourself lucky,” Melanie replied, her movements coming to a sudden halt as the relief-causing click of her knife folding shut filled the brief silence between them. She then leaned forward, a mischievous twinkle shining brightly in her eye as she cocked her head towards the subway platform and added, in a playful whisper, “If I was anything like this guy, I could very well be playing with something else.” 

And just like that she was gone from the car, leaving Carisi to pull a deeply, deeply disturbed, and rather offensively disgusted, face as he unbuckled his seatbelt, following her reluctantly out onto the street and trying his hardest to think of anything but… that . He never wanted to have to picture anything about that kind of action revolving Melanie, or even anyone with Melanie, thank you very much. It would be too much like having his sisters telling him about their sexual experiences, and he’d very much like to not end up so scarred for life that he took Melanie’s knife from her and used it to gouge out his own eyeballs. 

“Sonny!” Melanie called towards him as he just stood there, his eyes distant and his mind fighting each and every thought that wanted to trespass into it. He regained his focus rather quickly, his eyes landing on her questionably as she fought against the smile that so badly wanted to curl on her lips, “Are you coming or what?” 

At her inappropriate choice of words given the situation and the way she wiggled her eyebrows, Carisi’s face fell into a frown and he rolled eyes, hearing Melanie laugh quietly to herself. He sucked in an annoyed breath, internally wondering why he’d ever put up with her as a partner for this long as sometimes she wore his patience so thin that he often thought that maybe Fin didn’t seem so bad after all. Nevertheless he jogged towards her, falling in line beside her small frame as they made their way up the steps towards the subway platform. 

“You know,” Carisi began, curiosity suddenly taking the better of him, “You seem very protective over Barba these days.”  

“Well yeah, I mean, look at him,” Melanie huffed out softly, “He's so innocent and little, he can’t defend himself.” 

“He’s not that little,” Carisi corrected, hating that he was using the word little to describe Rafael Barba. “He’s taller than you.” 

“Yeah, but I grew up with a tree as a twin brother who liked to practise his WWE moves on me so I know how to take care of myself.” 

Fair. She did know how to defend herself better than most people, yet it still didn’t answer Carisi’s question properly. But to be honest, nothing ever would, which is why he easily let it go with a brief nod of agreement. Despite her blatantly obvious attempts at dodging said question, Melanie still made a rather excellent, and completely valid, point. Barba was little, as much as Carisi hated to admit it, and he was absolutely not capable of defending himself in any way unless it was with his mouth and inside the safety of the courtroom, therefore he let it go.

For now. He still had a bucket load of questions he wanted to ask her and don’t get him wrong, he would — just not when she was already in such a murderous mood that the slightest little thing could set her off. He really didn’t fancy having to hide behind Fin again like the time she tried to murder him for spilling coffee on her, so for the time being he’d simply keep his mouth shut and focus on trying to finally catch this masturbating subway pervert. 

The guy had been terrorising women, men and children alike for weeks now by getting handsy in the subway cart and God help him if today was the day that Carisi and Melanie finally caught him with his pants down — literally . He’d probably be leaving the station minus his you know what once Melanie was through with him and whilst Carisi, himself, didn’t condone violence like that against others, he couldn’t help but think that perhaps it would be the best course of action if the guy didn’t have a thing left that he could then play with. 

As they reached the top of the stairs and made their way onto the platform, Melanie and Carisi quickly weaved their way through the crowd that had gathered at the commotion. They came up to a small booth that usually housed the lone subway worker that now stood outside it, talking to a uniformed patrol officer about what he’d seen. However today, the booth seemed to be providing some much needed privacy and calmness for a young teenage girl, who sat tucked away inside with a bottle of water nursed in her shaking hands, her eyes still wide and shimmering, and a clear trauma written all over her blushing face. 

“Hi there,” Melanie said softly, a gentle smile rising on her lips. “I’m Detective Dodds, and this is my partner Detective Carisi, do you mind if we ask you a few questions?” 

The young girl wiped her eyes and shook her head, a soft sniffle leaving her nose as Melanie grew closer, coming to crouch down in the doorway to better face her as she always knew how intimidating it was having someone of authority tower over you. 

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Melanie asked, pulling her notebook out of her pocket. 

“Amelia.” 

“Amelia, that’s a pretty name,” Melanie said with a smile, scribbling it down on a clean page in her book before glancing back up at her. “Now Amelia, can you tell us about the man you saw on the subway?”

“He was… touching himself,” Amelia said timidly, and Melanie nodded her head gently. 

“Okay. And what else can you tell us about him? Did you see his face?” She asked, “Or notice anything about his clothes? Maybe a work logo or something like that?” 

“No, not really,” Amelia shook her head and sniffled, her eyes drifting up towards Carisi who kept scanning the crowd with his own. “But he was wearing a long coat.” 

“A long coat,” Melanie repeated, writing it down. “Like a trenchcoat?” 

“Yeah,” Amelia nodded, “Before I saw what he was doing I thought he looked like a character from my favourite show. He always wears a trenchcoat.” 

“Let me guess,” Melanie said, raising her eyebrow playfully. “Castiel?” 

Amelia’s eyes grew wider and a smile tugged at her lips, “You watch Supernatural?” 

“Only all the time,” Melanie chuckled, hoping that little detail might help Amelia relax a little and maybe even help her to forget the horror she’d witnessed on the subway. “Now, don’t get me wrong I like Castiel too but I’ve always been a Crowley girl at heart.” 

“But he’s the bad guy!” Amelia said, with a certain sort of innocence that made Melanie chuckle fondly. Oh to be so young and pure again.

“I know he is, but can I let you in on a little secret?” Melanie whispered, and Amelia nodded excitedly. She leaned in, waving one hand behind her to brush off the subtle nudge Carisi gave her with his knee and she added, “I’ve always had a thing for bad guys.” 

Barba aside, obviously. 

As Amelia giggled quietly to herself and made Melanie smile, Carisi nudged her gently with his knee again, this time actually gaining her attention as she glanced over her shoulder towards him. He cocked his head subtly and quietly to the side, causing Melanie to clear her throat and act casual as she stood up, drawing her eyes towards the crowd where she could instantly see the trenchcoat wearing man standing tall amongst them. He looked shifty, not just from the tightly tied trench coat, but from the simple way in which he kept looking around him, as though he were waiting for the perfect moment to whip it out and flash everyone. 

Drawing her eyes back towards Carisi, Melanie nodded in understanding. She then told the uniformed officer to get Amelia’s details and make sure she got home okay, before the two detectives slowly began to make their way towards the crowd, not wanting to spook the guy too soon. Unfortunately though, Carisi stood out like a sore thumb and when the guy's eyes drifted toward him and fell to his hip, he noticed the badge and bolted.

“Ah, you gotta be kidding me,” Carisi complained, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as he made his move to start running. 

Melanie, however, was already about ten feet in front of him by the time his legs started moving, her long hair flowing seamlessly behind her as she followed the guy along the subway platform. She was always much better at him when it came to chasing perps due to her added skill set of basically being like a superhero, and when the guy easily jumped the fence and dove, that’s right dove, nearly fifteen feet through the air and landed on a nearby fire escape, it was no surprise to Carisi to see Melanie follow just as easily behind him. 

He held his breath as she travelled across the gap, with nothing but a twenty foot drop beneath her should she miss her target and go crashing down to the ground. Luckily though, she hit the fire escape with ease which allowed him to exhale shakily, watching as she gripped her fingers tightly around the metal poles and pulled herself up and over the railing.

“I’ll try and cut him off!” Carisi called after, despite not having a single clue how to do that without growing wings. 

Melanie heard him faintly, but she didn’t answer him. Instead, she continued to climb the stairs at an impressive speed as she slowly began to catch up with the guy, who she had traumatically ended up seeing waaay too much of when she glanced up and saw right under his trenchcoat. If he hadn’t looked guilty before, he’d certainly look guilty now with his lack of pants or underwear, the dirty bastard. Whatever possessed people to be such sexual deviants she’d never understand, but she’d happily take him down if it meant another young girl like Amelia didn’t get traumatised. Hopefully the trench coat he wore didn’t affect her too much as Melanie would really hate for this guy to have ruined Castiel for her. 

Nevertheless she carried on, reaching the top of the fire escape and stepping out onto the roof of the nearby apartment building. She thought she’d get him there, but this guy was fast . He was already halfway across the roof by the time she lifted herself from the railing and when he reached the edge he didn’t hesitate to jump, once again flying through the air and landing with a rough tumble on the neighbouring roof. 

Sucking in a breath, Melanie followed him, landing with ease and without so much as a faint pain in her ankles on the very same spot on which he had. She picked up the pace, feeling the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she focused on her breathing. Being a scuba diver meant she had excellent lungs and near perfect stamina which made her a pro at all things suspect chasing. The others would have given up the minute he jumped the roof, and Fin probably would have just shot the guy, but not Melanie. She loved the thrill of the chase and when the guy took a sharp turn left, she followed, leaping down onto a smaller building and picking up speed as they made their way towards another fire escape. 

After jumping the majority of the stairs down, Melanie landed with a soft thud in the middle of an alley before immediately making her way towards the street. The guy was still going, how he was even running so fast with such a tightly tied trench coat on him, she had no idea but she was slowly but surely catching up to him. He obviously didn’t have as good a pair of lungs as she did as she could easily hear him struggling to catch his breath as he ran, yet it still didn’t seem to be slowing him down much.

Not even when Carisi finally caught up with them looking like he’d seen a ghost after watching Melanie leap across a building, did he appear as though he were giving up. He hopped fences. He scaled walls. He even made a superhero landing off a small bridge in the middle of Central Park when he tried to dupe them.

Tried being the operative word there as Melanie had seen it coming from a mile away and easily jumped down after him — Carisi took the long way round. She kept running, nearly close lining an old lady feeding the ducks in the pond and had she not been so quick to think on her feet she’d have knocked her in. But luckily, she managed to twist her body just enough to barely graze the woman’s shoulder before she picked up the pace, sucking in a breath and throwing herself towards the suspect, grabbing an easy hold of his shoulders due to his sudden slowness and taking him down like a football player. 

“Don’t move,” Melanie ordered, slightly out of breath from the landing as held him down with one hand, fumbling in her back pocket for her cuffs with the other. She pulled them out quickly, digging her knee hard into his back to keep him still as she cuffed him. “Get up.” 

Roughly, Melanie got to her feet and pulled the guy up with her, a far too chipper smile plastered on his face for her liking and had he not been going commando right now she might have kneed him between the legs. 

“Melanie,” Carisi exhaled as he slowly jogged towards them, his face red and his hands went instantly to his thighs as he stopped. “Mel…” He coughed, an entire lung almost coming up with it. 

“Are you okay there, grandpa?” Melanie taunted, finding clear amusement in the glare Carisi fired her way when he lifted his head and struggled to catch his breath. 

“How are you not…?”

“Dying?” Melanie finished for him, and Carisi reluctantly nodded. She was hungover for crying out loud, she shouldn’t have made it off the subway platform without hurling. “Because there’s no better way to cure a hangover than taking down a pervert in the middle of Central Park.”  

“You’re insane,” Carisi said, feeling a little better now that he’d caught his breath and was able to stand up straight again without wanting to fold in on himself. “Literally insane.” 

“Guilty,” Melanie chuckled, “Now can we please go? Or do you need to take a taxi back to the car?” 

“I can manage,” Carisi remarked, coldly, annoyed. He reached out to take the other arm of the suspect before the two of them began to walk him through the park and back towards their car. 

It didn’t take them long. Carisi did have to hide his heavy breathing the entire way there to avoid being called Grandpa again — he was a whole year younger than Melanie — but once he was settled inside the driver’s seat and they were finally on their way back to precinct with their suspect, he was slowly starting to revitalise. 

“Oh, stop here,” Melanie said excitedly, tapping her finger on the window. “All that running made me hungry and now I want a bagel.” 

“You know Liv doesn’t like us stopping with suspects in the car,” Carisi said, yet he pulled over anyway. 

“Are you gonna tell her?” Melanie questioned, her arms folded and her eyebrow raised accusingly towards Carisi, who simply shook his head in response as he knew better than that. 

“I will,” The subway pervert said, causing Melanie to snap her head towards him and point angrily. 

“You’ll keep your fucking mouth shut otherwise you’ll be arriving at Rikers without your dick between your legs,” she gritted, causing Carisi’s eyes to widen. 

That was a new one. 

“Wow, easy Mel, relax would you?” he said, reaching out to place his hand on the back of her seat to stop her diving through them and cutting it off right there and then. “Just… go get your bagel…” He sighed, “And if you could, please refrain from cutting anyone’s penis off on your way there.” 

With narrow eyes, Melanie huffed through her nose and got out of the car, slamming the door with such force that made him flinch physically. Clearly she was hungry after all that, but hey, at least it wasn’t him on the receiving end of her hangry threats for once, and that was something. 

“Oh, she’s fierce…” The guy almost moaned from the back seat, his eyelids fluttering as he adjusted his position in a way that made Carisi uncomfortable. “She’s got spunk… I like her.” 

“Hey, you don’t even look at her otherwise you’ll have me to worry about, alright?” Carisi hissed, firing the guy a warning glare over his shoulder as he kept shuffling his hips. “And stop moving… Or the next time she threatens you, I’m not gonna intervene.” 

“You promise?” The guy replied flirtatiously, weirdly turned on by that subtle threat yet he quickly did what he was told. Clearly , he was rather fond of his penis, and despite his disturbing attraction towards Melanie, it was no surprise that he’d much rather prefer to keep it. 

After Melanie returned with her bagel and a ridiculously large can of energy drink, the two of them headed back to precinct with their pervert in tow. Melanie had her bagel eaten by the time they arrived back and as she climbed the cement stairs on her own towards their floor she sipped carelessly on her drink, feeling it add to rapid increase of her heart which, had it been inside anyone else, would have sent them straight to the hospital for cardiac dysrhythmia. She pulled open the stairwell door just as the elevator dinged open and Carisi exited, the subway pervert yammering irritably away beside him and having him roll his eyes continuously. 

“Hey, we gave you the right to remain silent so why don’t you do us all a favour and shut the fuck up?” Melanie said, slurping on her drink as she took a hold of his other arm and helped drag him down the corridor. She turned the corner into the squad room, purposely knocking the guy into the door frame on their way through it. “Oops.” 

“Damn girl, you keep this up and I’m gonna have to get handsy with you,” The pervert replied, unphased by her blatant assault and more turned on by her attitude if anything. 

“You get handsy with me and I will break all ten of your fingers,” Melanie warned him, and she meant it. She wouldn’t hesitate to break a guy's entire hand if he so much as pressed a fingertip to her, and her eyes clearly displayed that. 

Yet the guy only laughed deeply in response, in such a disturbing way that it made her, Carisi, and even Barba, who was standing just up ahead and happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, shiver uncomfortably. But Barba’s unease didn’t last long though, not when his eyes drifted slowly towards Melanie as she grew closer to him and he smiled automatically, his eyes gazing over her as he drank in the weirdly radiant glow she had about her, even despite her current threats. 

“Counsellor, you’re right on time,” Carisi said, roughly tugging the perp forward and out of Melanie’s grasp. “Got a public masurbator here for you, fresh off the subway.” 

“Charming,” Barba said flatly, his focus still trained on the now blushing Melanie — she was thinking of him carrying her to bed again — before it drifted slowly towards her partner. He then tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he so blatantly pointed out, “You look winded.” 

The snort Melanie let out was unlike anything they’d ever experienced coming from her and had she not been so… her, she might have felt embarrassed about it. It had been heard across the room by seven different officers, who all glanced over to see her with her lips pressed tightly together, her shoulders shaking and Carisi’s flushed face having dropped the entire way to the floor as he glared at them. 

Now they were both bullying him? Wonderful. He, and everyone else for that matter, always hated when the two of them were together. They were too alike sometimes and they bounced so ridiculously easy off one another that had Barba not been Melanie’s type, like at all, then they’d have all suspected them of sleeping together 

“We were climbing walls and jumping roofs to catch this guy, alright. It was like a game of subway surfers, you’d be winded too,” Carisi said defensively, to which Barba nodded in fairness and Melanie scoffed.

“We?” She raised her eyebrow at him, tossing her empty can in the bin then folding her arms, “I seem to recall you taking the long way around because you didn’t want to climb walls. Also, the only person here who was jumping roofs was me.” 

“And me.” 

“Shut up,” Melanie and Carisi snapped in unison, shutting the pervert up instantly.

“Look, I’m not Spider-Man, okay,” Carisi continued, still openly on the defensive, “And besides even if I was… This is a new suit.” 

Melanie huffed out a laugh and shook her head, “Whatever, Ralph Lauren, just take him to holding will you? I’m sick of looking at his face.”  

As Carisi went to begrudgingly oblige and began dragging the suspect across the floor, Melanie skulked back up to them, with Barba following absently behind like he always did. She took a tight hold of the front of the guy’s trench coat and jerked him forward, leaning in to whisper, or rather, to threaten… again,

“So help me, if I catch you masturbating in there I will cut your dick off and staple it to your forehead.” 

Roughly, she let go and thrust the guy forward, allowing Carisi to drag him towards the cage as she turned back around, innocence clouding her face as she met the widened eyes of Barba.

“As an ADA… and as a person ,” He added quickly, emphatically, “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.” 

“What?” Melanie chuckled purposely, as she always loved getting that small rise out of him to the point where his voice went a whole octave higher. 

“What?” Barba repeated in that exact tone, which he knew she was asking for and instead of elaborating further with, as he didn’t want to give her the added satisfaction, he simply fired her a tilt of his head and a minor purse of his lips to tell her exactly what he meant — that she couldn’t keep going around threatening suspects with felonies directly in front of him otherwise she’d get him into trouble. 

Internally pouting at his lack of words, Melanie rolled her eyes, “You can be such a lawyer sometimes.” 

“I have to be,” Barba snapped back, both defensively and playfully, as indicated by the partial smirk that quirked on his lips, “It’s the only way I can think of to keep your ass in line. And out of jail.” 

“You need to stop thinking about my ass, it’s unprofessional,” Melanie said, casting him a knowing look which almost made him choke on his non-existent next words. It amused her immensely to see him redden all the way up to his ears and she laughed, that deep husky laugh of hers as she trailed away towards her desk, firing over her shoulder as Barba’s head slowly began to tilt. “And stop looking at it too.” 

Snapping his head straight again, Barba had to clear his throat in a fluster and look anywhere but directly at her in fear of turning to stone. Thank God no one else was close by to witness that, otherwise who knows which country he might have ended up fleeing to out of the utter mortification that staring at her ass in public would have caused him. He was more than happy to stare at it subtly, or when they were alone and she so gracefully walked away from him, but he was a sex crimes ADA for crying out loud, he couldn’t go around checking out detective’s asses in the middle of the precinct. No matter how perky and inviting that ass may seem, it was unprofessional, and from now on, it had to stop.

It was easier said than done, however, as when he turned back around Melanie had bent over to pick up a pen that had rolled off her desk. It made him swallow thickly as he automatically trailed his eyes across the defined shape of her ass in her jeans, wondering what it would look like if he was ever lucky enough to get her out of them. He didn’t get long to imagine it though, not when her dad literally came strolling into the precinct with Ed Tucker hot on his heels… 

Talk about awkward and as quickly as Barba had looked, he tore his eyes away again and began to act casual.

“Melanie,” William called towards her, coming to a sudden halt just up from Barba, who he greeted with a swift, curt nod. He then drew his eyes towards his daughter and watched as Melanie turned, her brow furrowing over the sudden appearance of him, and of IAB Lieutenant Tucker.

“Dad?” Melanie questioned, her heartbeat slowly increasing in her chest as her palms grew sweaty. “What’s going on?” 

“Detective Dodds, will you come with us please?” Tucker asked, or rather he demanded as there didn’t seem to be a question mark at the end of that sentence.

“Tell me what this is about and I will,” Melanie replied, folding her arms and standing still in her place as she refused to move. William then walked over to her, his eyes stern and his voice low but firm. 

“Do what he says, and answer his questions,” William told her, about to retreat back towards Tucker before he glanced back over and added, “And for both our sakes, leave your attitude at your desk. God knows it’s done enough.” 

“What the hell does that mean?” Melanie hissed, offended, lurching forward and taking her dad by the arm. “Dad, what is going on?” 

The pure innocence to her tone made William sigh, he motioned to Tucker to head into Liv’s now empty office by himself before he turned back around to Melanie, bringing one finger towards her chin. He curled it, placing it gently under and carefully tilting her head to better showcase her bruise, the light cascading over it in a way that amplified its colouring even more than he could see before. He then drew his thumb lightly over it, the close up look he was getting tensing his jaw as he always hated to see his little girl with marks such as this one. 

At that, Melanie didn’t even need his words to know what this was about and she nodded, brushing his hand away from her as she was well aware of the eyes that were currently fixated on her. Not just Barba’s and their deep worry, but everyone. They always stopped what they were doing when her dad walked in as half the time they put on a show arguing back and forth but this time it couldn’t have been more different. She simply sighed, motioning for him to go and she trailed after him like a kid again, passing Barba yet refusing to look anywhere near him as she only guessed he’d say I told you so.

Instead she kept her eyes fixated on her dad’s back and it wasn’t until Liv’s empty office door closed behind her did she allow them to stray, landing coldly on Tucker who was always far too eager to strip her of her badge. 

“Detective, where were you last night?” Tucker asked the second the door settled place.

“What, no small talk?” Melanie tilted her head sarcastically, folding her arms as her eyes narrowed, “You just like to bend ‘em right over, do you?” 

“Jesus, Melanie” William muttered, an exasperated breath leaving his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was she like this? He threw his hand down, his eyes widening as he stepped forward and hooked his hand around arm, “What did I tell you? Leave your attitude outside, otherwise you’re going to make this much harder than it already is.”  

“Fine,” Melanie huffed, pulling herself out of his hold and forcing a polite, overzealous and absolutely attitude riddled smile Tucker’s way — William sighed, and from wherever she was, Liv was incredibly glad that she wasn’t there.

Tucker simply cleared his throat, and ignored it, “I’ll ask you again, detective, where were you last night?”   

“Home.” 

“Alone?” Tucker raised his eyebrow far too cheerfully for her liking that the sarcasm oozed from Melanie’s response.

“Well my cat was there, but I haven’t quite taught him to speak yet.” And she paired it nicely with a shit-eating grin that caused even Tucker to exhale slowly. 

William had been right, Melanie was a handful and this was not going to be as easy as he’d hoped. 

“Melanie,” William soon warned, and Melanie rolled her eyes. It was like talking to two brick walls all of a sudden and it almost made her miss the pervert. She gave in, throwing her hands up a little and allowing them to slap against her thighs as they lowered. 

“Fine. I was home. Alone. With my non-talking cat,” She muttered, a lie obviously. She was with Barba from early evening and stayed with him until the early hours of this morning, but she didn’t exactly want to tell IAB or her dad that she’d been tucked fast asleep in the ADA’s bed come 10.30pm last night — and great, now she was blushing again. They would only interpret that however they see fit and she would not, under any circumstances, allow herself or Barba to succumb to such a misconstrued insinuation… Or whatever scrutiny or passing judgement that those in the department might see fit to throw at them. “Why? What did I do this time?” 

“Assault, for starters,” Tucker said, and Melanie furrowed her brow, feeling her cheeks easily cool off again. “Detective Campesi is claiming that after the first tussle you two had…” 

“You mean the one she started?” Melanie was quick to add. She had no idea how they knew about that in the first place, but in all honesty she didn’t care that they did. There had been cameras all around them so Campesi could say all she wanted about that incident as they could clearly see that she was the one to instigate it. And whilst Melanie’s back was turned… Noticing a pattern yet, Tucker? “The one where she slammed my head into the wall?” 

“Yes, well regardless of who started it,” Tucker carried on, noticing the subtle way William tensed and briefly closed his eyes at the reminder. He hadn’t even looked at the footage either, as he couldn’t stomach seeing it. “Campesi is now claiming that you followed her to a bar last night, waited until she left and then you dragged her into an alleyway and, I quote, beat the holy hell out of her.” 

“I’m sorry,” Melanie chuckled delusionally, as was she hearing correctly? “She what?” 

“You heard me.” 

Melanie’s jaw clenched, “And you just what? Took her word for it?” 

“A picture speaks a thousand words,” Tucker said plainly, holding up a tablet to showcase a hospital photo of Campesi, who had severe bruising along the side of her face, a split lip, and a deep gash on her forehead. He flipped it closed as Melanie’s jaw dropped, inherently shocked by her own apparent work, “Now one of those bruises shows a clear impression made by a ring… If we test yours against it, is one of them gonna match?” 

“Obviously, because I punched her yesterday,” Melanie explained, holding out her right hand which was still heavily bruised beneath her rings, “But look at them… There’s not a drop of blood on them.” 

“You could have very easily cleaned them.”

Melanie squinted her eyes at him and scoffed, “Oh please, don’t tell me you actually believe your own bullshit.” 

“Melanie…” William began, except he couldn’t even let out another stern-coated breath as Melaine held up one finger and silenced him, then she pointed. 

“Don’t you Melanie me,” She gritted, “You can clearly tell that this is a set up! I mean, she’s so obviously trying to frame me for this and whilst you’re here trying to ream me out for my attitude , Judge Judy over here,” she glared at Tucker, “Has all but found me guilty for it! I mean, come on already, this is bullshit!” 

“Look, that all may very well be the case,” William began, and despite his own beliefs that that was the case as his daughter may have had one hell of a mouth on her but she’d never resort to such violence, Melanie’s face still twisted into a look of utter betrayal that all but broke his heart. “But until we can sort this out…” 

“Sort what out? Nothing happened!” Melanie exclaimed, her breathing increasing at an ungodly pace as she placed her hands on her hips and turned away, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe this. She actually couldn’t believe this, I mean, the audacity that woman had to go to such lengths to frame her for assault astounded her, and yet to see that her own father thought she was capable of it? That hurt her worse. And in more ways than she ever expected it to and she very suddenly found herself wishing that Mike was here. He’d stick up for her. No matter what she’d done to him he would always, without a doubt, never fail to have her back when it mattered most. And at that annoyingly painful thought her voice then fell, becoming so quiet as her lip wobbled that it was almost like she were a child again, being blamed for something else she didn’t do and she glanced back at him, “I didn’t do this, daddy. I swear to you, I didn’t…” 

“I know you didn’t, sweetheart,” William said softly, assuringly, lifting his hands to take her face gently in them. She only ever called him daddy when she was feeling particularly vulnerable — or pissed at him, but he could tell that wasn’t the case here — and if he hadn’t already known she wasn’t capable of this, that tone alone certainly would have told him otherwise. “But you don’t have an alibi, Melanie, so unless there's something you aren’t telling us…”

“Is there?” Tucker interrupted shamelessly, and it was in that moment when both pairs of their hardened eyes landed on his very soul that he could tell they were related. 

Is there something I’m hiding? Yes, Melanie said to herself, yet out loud she hissed, “No.” 

It would have easily cleared all this up but she just couldn’t bring herself to tell them the truth when she didn’t know what the consequences might bring. Not just to her, but to Barba as well. 

“Then until we can get to the bottom of it,” William carried on, having to physically tilt Melanie’s face back to look at him before she Medusa-d Tucker to death. “I’m afraid I have to put you on desk duty.” 

That seemed to hit even more of a nerve than the suspected assault did as Melanie abruptly shoved his hands away from her, subtly wiping at her annoyingly tear-ridden eyes and making for the door. 

“I’m gonna need your weapon too,” Tucker called after her, halting her in place and hearing her laugh from delusion. As if things couldn’t get any worse. She shook her head, running her tongue irritably over her back teeth as she then reached hesitantly for her holster. “Slowly.” 

“I may want to shoot you at times, Tucker,” Melanie spat like poison as she turned to him and pulled out her gun — quickly, “But I’m not stupid.” 

Tucker held out his palm and she all but slapped the gun into it, lingering there as he muttered, “We’ll see about that.”  

William stepped forward out of protective fatherly instinct, but he wasn’t needed. 

Melanie simply rolled her eyes and snatched away her hand, a small shiver coursing its way up her spine as she ran her hands up and down her arms, “Great, now I feel naked.” 

“Until this is sorted out, please refrain from any and all contact with Detective Campesi,” Tucker added, tucking her gun into his jacket which only made her seeth more.  

“Oh, believe me,” Melanie began, her voice dripping with certainty as she gripped her hand tightly around the door handle, “I have nothing more to say to that bitch.” 

She did. She had plenty of things she’d like to say to her… About Barba. About this whole incident. About how she better watch her back this time, but despite what you may believe, Melanie wasn’t that stupid. She wasn’t about to add more fuel to the fire simply to feed her ego and so, with that in mind, she ripped open the office door and stormed out of it. 

Carisi was back and he, along with everyone else around her, except Barba, instantly jumped back to their business at hand, acting as nonchalant as possible as though they hadn’t been eavesdropping the second they heard her raised voice seep through walls more than once. Hell, if Munch was still here they'd all be gathered around his desk as he whipped out his parabolic microphone to get a better listen. Almost made her miss him really, as the squad room could get real quiet without him. 

Nevertheless, parabolic microphones aside, most people were able to hear every word she had shouted. She could tell, by the subtle glances they fired her way and the pity that riddled Barba’s face as she passed him on the way to the bunk room, ignoring any and all attempts from anyone stupid enough to try and make contact with her. It wasn’t a lot, mainly Carisi who gave up after the first attempt, as he and everyone else knew to stay away from her in this kind of mood. And she was glad for it. She didn’t want to talk to anyone who was in there, not even Barba. He would have only forced her to tell her dad and Tucker where she really was last night and she couldn’t do that.

And he wouldn’t understand why she couldn’t either, therefore she simply kept walking… And walking… Until she was out of the precinct entirely, and before she knew it, had ended up right outside the home of the only person she could ever want to talk to at a moment like this. 

Mike. 

<- Chapter 5 | Chapter 7 ->

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Outsiders Prompt Fic 3- I didn't know were else to go

This one is for @whitemanswh0r3 who requested prompt #8 and Steve Randle.

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Soda wakes to tapping on the window.

Glancing across the room to make sure Darry is still asleep, he carefully throws off his covers and pads silently to the window.

Pulling back the curtain he’s greeted by the sight of his best friend’s face. This in and of itself isn’t unusual. What is unusual is the conspicuous absence of a black eye or bloody nose. Usually when Steve’s dad tosses him out for the night he leaves him with a nasty parting gift. It makes Soda madder than heck, but Steve didn’t much like to talk about it and mom always said it would be better for Steve not to cause a fuss, so time after time Soda was forced to let it go.

“Steve,” he hisses, easing the window open, “you ok? What’s goin’ on?”

Despite the lack of bruises Soda can tell something is off. For one, it’s just gone two in the morning- long after when Steve would usually show up if he’d been kicked out. For another he’s shaking like a leaf, face pale and eyes wide in his peaked face. 

He grabs Steve by the shoulders and helps haul him through the window, the move oddly practiced after having done it so many times before. There’s a slight thump as Steve lands awkwardly and stumbles a bit, and Soda holds his breath for a second, praying they don’t wake Darry. His older brother is a bit of a bear whenever he gets woken up, even when the waking is accidental. 

Luckily, Darry just shifts a bit, letting out a sigh and burrowing deeper into his blankets before settling. Soda claps a hand on Steve's shoulder, pressing a probably unnecessary finger to his lips as they creep down the hall, past mom and dad’s room, and finally end up in the living room.

Soda settles down on the couch, and when it becomes clear Steve isn;t gonna do it himself, pulls his best buddy down to sit next to him.

“Steve?” He’s hesitant now because something is clearly really wrong, and he’s got half a mind to go wake up mom just because he’s never seen Steve look half so shaken up, but manages to hold back for a second, at least until he knows what’s going on, “What happened?’

“I-I’m sorry,” Steve’s voice breaks and Soda realizes with a shock of panic that his eyes are red rimmed from crying, “I didn’t know where else to go I-”

He cuts himself off, swallowing harshly. 

“Mom left,” he whispers, and then he starts crying in earnest, huge ugly sobs that tear at Soda’s heartstrings while he pulls Steve into a hug tight enough to bruise. 

Soda is used to Steve being many things. He’s used to him being fun and whip smart and cocky, and sometimes a little mean. As much as he hates it he’s used to seeing him bruised, and occasionally seeing him beaten. But he isn’t used to seeing him like this. For all the facets of Steve Randle that Soda knows, he is not used to seeing him broken. 

Steve had adored his mom, for all she was always busy and never had time for him. Privately, Soda had thought it was clear as day she resented Steve or at least resented how he’d changed her life, but Steve had always adored her. Maybe it was because she was a gentle soul compared to his heavy handed father, or because in a good mood she spoiled him rotten, but Steve had always looked at her like she put the stars in the sky. 

And now she was gone.

“They-they weren’t even fighting,” Steve whimpered, once his sobs subsided to sniffles, “but i heard noises when I got up to pee and she was packing a suitcase, all quiet like, and before I could ask her what she was doin’ a car pulled up outside and she left. Didn’t even leave a note, just the house key on the kitchen table.”

“Maybe- maybe she’s just gone on a trip somewhere?” The words sound false, even to him. Steve glares at him.

“I’m not stupid, Soda. I know she ain’t coming back.”

Soda hates her in that moment, more than he’s ever hated the old man for knocking Steve around, more than he’s ever hated anyone. Steve doesn’t deserve this. No one does, but especially not an eleven year old kid, one who’d loved that sorry excuse for a mother with everything he had.

“I’m sorry Stevie,” he whispers, and Steve just squeezes him a bit tighter. Soda returns the embrace in kind, knowing it isn’t enough. No matter how hard he hugs him, no matter how much he wishes he could fix this, a best friend is no substitute for a mother’s embrace.

An embrace Steve won’t feel ever again.

[sedateandslice]

I want to wake up nauseated, confused, and in a lot of pain in a post anesthesia care unit.

For a long time I drift in and out of consciousness, moaning groggily about the dawning pain in my swollen abdomen. My incoherent cries join those of ten or so other women who are waking up to the unpleasant post surgical realities of sore throats from being intubated, sharp plastic tubes up pee holes, and the start of wicked gas pains against hysterectomy incisions. I notice sort of distantly that the woman behind the curtain next to me is sobbing and begging for pain meds and hope that my own pain levels don't get that bad.

I don't take anesthesia well so I'm down for the count in recovery for a while. Every once in a while I come back to consciousness just enough to remember the hysterectomy I've been planning for months is over and that's why I'm lying here in a hospital bed, moaning about the pain in my belly and the rough feeling in my vagina. I cry when I'm jostled as they remove the catheter.

My wife later tells me that I moan and cry the entire time the medical team helps me into my mesh underwear and my street clothes to go home. It's still shocking to me that 5 hours after my gynecological organs were sliced out of my vagina guided by a camera through my belly button that my bloated and barely coherent body is being loaded into a cab to recover from major abdominal surgery from home.

I lay in my wife's arms and cry the whole excruciating way downtown. The four incisions in my abdomen have become very apparent and the ominous pain deep inside my belly is getting worse by the minute. The gas pains come so sharp I can't help but cry out "it hurts!" every couple of blocks. I'm painfully aware of every bump and when the cabbie hits a particularly bad pothole, I suddenly feel my poor, eviscerated insides slam against my belly and, inexplicably, my entire vagina alights in agony.

"BE CAREFUL, I JUST HAD A HYSTERECTOMY!"

I cry incoherently, holding my puffy, aching belly, until we get home. I feel like my insides are going to fall out of my vagina as I walk into the house.

My wife is finally able to settle me in a comfortable position and put ice packs on my swollen belly and vagina. I'm so dizzy, barely clinging to consciousness, as she tries to get me my meds and some food. I can sense she's desperate to bring me around a little bit more.

But the gas pains are SO BAD. I can feel every internal stitch on my vaginal cuff incision because of the air bloating my belly. The best solution, walking, makes me want to cry. I'm in so much pain I can't imagine moving.

When I finally do make it to the toilet to take my first of many post surgery pees, I cry out when I sit and my vagina is hanging down over the toilet. It burns inside and, frankly, feels like I just got roughly fucked. Which I did, albeit with two weighted speculums.

I'm bleeding pretty badly into the mesh panties the hospital provided but I just let my wife change the pad because I'm so groggy and in so much pain she practically has to carry me to bed. I moan in gratitude as she places a heating pad on my aching belly and an ice pack in between my legs.

My pain remains uncontrolled all night -- I'm sure the neighbors loved me screaming "oh God, the gas hurts so bad" at the top of my lungs at 2am -- and I wake in the morning bleeding heavily and so sore I'm unable to get myself out of bed. My vagina is on fire and I still feel like my organs are going to fall into my underwear. When the gas pain comes it grips me to point where all I can do is fold myself over my screaming belly and pray it passes before I pass out from the pain.

Turns out having your gynecological organs sliced out hurts, no matter which way you do it.

[sunnyie-eve]

3 | Surprise

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

| MASTERLIST |

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2016

Penelope was just getting back from spending a few months in Germany for work and the boys were picking her up from the airport.

"How much longer do you have to wait?" Colby complains on the phone to Sam.

"They said the flight is going to be slightly late."

"Ugh!" Colby groans.

"Dude, you chose to stay at the apartment and make sure the surprise is great for her." He says as Penelope walks up behind him:

"Surprise for who?" She speaks up making him jump up and hang up on Colby.

"Penny!" He hugs her, "And a surprise for you, of course." He smiles, "Come on, Colby is waiting at our apartment for you. He was just fixing it up for you." Sam helps taking one of her suitcases.

"I didn't think I was that important for a clean apartment." She jokes.

"Well, we didn't want you to see the place then clean it for us." He makes her laugh.

As they were driving, Sam saw Penelope texting someone, "Who are you texting?" He asks with his eyes on the road.

"Umm, a friend. Tomorrow we're supposed to hang out." She tells him. She couldn't say boyfriend because he wasn't really. They never gone on any dates or anything like that. Just met through a photoshoot and got close. "Met him working and he got here a week earlier than me. He said when I get back we can hang out the next day so I can get settled in."

"All readying ditching us, rude." Sam laughs as they arrive at the apartment.

"Hey, I came to you guys first before finding a hotel to stay at till I can get a place here." She says as he gets her bags.

"Don't worry about that right now." He gives her a wink.

Before even getting to the apartment door, Colby was waiting in the hall jumping up and down before running full speed at them, "Nelly Belly!" He tackles her into the wall hugging her.

"Dude, you act like we didn't talk over the phone." She hugs him back.

"But you were gone for almost like half a year so shut up." He squeezes' her to death.

"Alright. Now can we go into the apartment? I kind of have to pee." She laughs so he takes her suitcase and all three walk in. "Bathroom is this way." He shows her so she thanks him shutting the door.

Sam takes the suitcases he had of hers to her surprise, which was her having a room at their place. Colby then brings in the other suitcase of hers, "She's worried about finding a hotel to stay at till she can get a place here." Sam tells Colby.

"Well, she's in luck she has two great best friends." Colby hears that Penelope was done so he goes back to her covering her eyes as she opens the bathroom door.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking you to your surprise." He walks her to the room then when he removes his hands he and Sam shout surprise. She looks at them slightly confused, "It's your room. We made sure to get a place that had three rooms so you would have one to move into." Colby explains jumping onto her bed.

"We even made sure to make it look like how you would have it for first moving in." Sam adds.

"Wait, you guys got an apartment with three rooms just for me?" She repeats.

"Of course. Where else would you live coming out here? Where's a better place than with your best friends?" Colby smiles so she attacks San and Colby with a group hug.

"You guys are the best. I love y'all." She kisses their cheeks.

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The next day Penelope took a shower before getting ready to hang out with her friend, Darwin. Getting out of the shower though she realized her clothes were gone, "Really guys?" She shouts opening the door with her towel wrapped around her.

"Colby did it!" Sam lets her know from the other room.

"Asshole." She goes to her room.

"Hey, it was just initiation." Colby walks into her doorway.

"Are you going to give me back my clothes now?" She puts one hand out.

"Yeah, no. You have to find them yourself." He laughs leaving her room shutting the door behind him.

"Now I have to find a new outfit." She looks for something cute not wanting to look like a slob since she did have a crush on Darwin.

By the time she was finished putting herself together, Darwin texted saying he was on his way to pick her up.

Going to the kitchen for a drink the guys eye Penelope confused why she was dressed up. They were used to her in bigger baggy clothes. "Do you have plans?" Sam asks not remembering what she told him yesterday.

"My friend I'm hanging out with today. Remember?" She looks at him.

"Oh, right. Your model friend. He's picking you up?"

"He?" Colby sits up.

"Yes, he. And he's super nice. Nothing like Tyson." She reassured him.

"Why are you saying that if he's just a friend?" Colby gets off the couch.

"Because I know how you are with any other guy there is in my life that's not you or Sam." She gives in a look.

"She's not wrong." Sam adds.

"Oh, hush." Colby tells him, "I'm just being-,"

She cuts him off, "Being protective and worried, and so many other things." She laughs, "You just want to make sure I'm okay, safe, and treated well." She adds causing Sam to laugh. "Do me a favor and be more like Sam when it comes to this type of thing." She pats his back going back to her room to grab her back.

"Am I overreacting?" Colby looks at Sam.

"You really want to answer that?" Sam laughed as there was a knock at the door.

"Can you get that?!" Penelope shouts in her room grabbing her shoes as well.

Sam and Colby look at each other and rush fighting over who gets the door. So they open it together startling Darwin.

"She's just getting a few of her things." Sam tells him, "I'm Sam and this is Colby." He introduces them to him.

"I know a bit about you two. I'm Darwin." He introduces himself.

"How long have you known Penelope exactly?" Colby asks causing Sam to look at him.

"Like seven months, I believe." Darwin laughs thinking back.

"And you guys are friends?" Colby asks with a smile.

"Umm, I guess, yeah." Darwin says not knowing exactly because he and Penelope were very flirty at times.

"Sorry. Hopefully, Colby isn't going protective dad or older brother on you." Penelope comes rushing around the corner.

"Of course not." Colby laughs.

"Yeah, I believe that." She tells him. "Well, bye." She leaves with Darwin.

As soon as the door was closed Colby faced Sam, "I don't like him."

"Of course, you don't." Sam shakes his head, "You don't even know him."

"The way he looks at her, I just don't trust him. So you think I'm overthinking it?" Colby watches Sam go to his laptop.

"I do. I always do, Colby."

While Colby goes to his laptop as well, Penelope and Darwin head out for lunch. "So Colby is like a protective brother with you. Asked how long have I known you. Are we friends?" Darwin says as they sit in a booth.

"I'm sorry about him. He's always been like that." Penelope laughs, "It's nice but sometimes it's a bit much." She adds.

"It's nice you have someone who cares that much about you." He tells her then eyes her, "Have you guys ever been more? I'm just curious." He asks her.

She laughs a bit, "No, never. I mean unless you count us being four and three in a picture kissing. But other than that, no." She laughs more. "Not to mention, I'm not his type at all. All the girls he's ever liked are super pretty."

"You don't think you're pretty too?"

"Compared to his type and most girls, I'm nowhere near as pretty as them." She laughs.

"Why are you laughing about calling yourself ugly? You aren't ugly, Penny. You're beautiful." Darwin tells her causing her to blush.

"You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not. I'm attracted to you, Penny. You're fucking beautiful." He says making her get serious, "And the sweetest person ever."

She just looks at him not believing her ears that someone as attractive as him liked her like that. She thought his flirty playfulness was just for fun but he liked her too.

"You seriously like me like that?"

"I do. Do you like me the same way or?" He chuckles.

"No, I do. I just thought... I'm usually people's type. I've only ever had one boyfriend who was a dick." She tells him.

"Well, I'd love to the the second person to take you on a date. What do you say? Friday night?" He asks so she nods her head yes.

When Darwin drops her off the boys were staring at the door as she walks in, "Welcome home. Did you have fun, Honey?" Sam asks in a girly tone like he was her mother.

"We just went out for lunch. It was good food. He paid for me so I appreciated that. And yes, mom." She takes her shoes off.

"I'm glad to hear about that. Your father was worried about you the whole time." Sam adds in his mom's voice.

"Oh, father." Penny walks over to the couch, "There's no need to worry about me. I'm a big girl now." She smiles at Colby rolling his eyes. "Also we're going out

Friday night." She smiles.

"Like a date?" Colby asks.

"Yes, like a date, Colby. I didn't even think I was his type but I apparently am." She laughs.

"Oh, we can go shopping tomorrow to get you a whole new outfit for your date." Sam tells her happy for her.

"I'm good with what I have."

"No, I want to get an outfit for you." He reassures her.

"If he hurts you in any way... I might be bc up in jail." Colby adds watching TV.

"This is why you guys are the best." She hugs each of them before going to change to be comfortable.

[hotxcheeto]

❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞

"𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚."

❥ 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 - 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁

❥ 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

❥ Maybe It's Fate | Fluff- You meet a stranger on the worst day of your life, and maybe she won't kill you while giving you a ride home.

❥ Cuddle Buddies | Fluff- You and Chloe love to just chill, especially after a night of Chloe's drunken Chaos.

❥ Blue Haired Baby | Fluff- Chloe loves to cuddle you while asleep, you need to pee, Chloe does not agree.

❥ Birthday Girl | Fluff + Slight Angst- Your parents have never liked Chloe, too religious while Chloe was... Chloe. Crying on your birthday was not something you wanted, but a certain surprise from your girlfriend just happens to bring your spirits up.

❥ The Souls Among the Stars | Fluff- Walking along the road, you and Chloe talk about everything and nothing at all.

❥ Anger Management | Smut- You and Chloe haven't been getting along, so now you need to settle this another way.

❥ Click, Clack | Smut + Fluff - You need to work, but Chloe has other ideas and she's been waiting all day.

❥ Hair Dye | Fluff - You and Chloe are finally away from Arcadia, but you gotta make sure you stay looking good. Even if you have hair dye all over your face.

❥ I Kissed a Girl | Suggestive - You and Chloe enjoy a bit of karaoke, and what can you say, you've kissed a girl and want to again.

❥ Rainbow | Smut - Chloe wants to try out a new toy on you. And it's got pretty colors, so why not?

❥ Rules Are For Breaking | Fluff - You and Chloe are quite the adventurers at night.

❥ Nice and Easy | Smut + Fluff - It's your first time, and Chloe knows you're nervous so she makes sure to be extra soft. But you're such a good girl she can't help but get a little carried away.

❥ Multicolored Fun | Smut + Fluff - You wanna try out that new rainbow toy on Chloe ( semi part two to RAINBOW )

❥ Soft Massages | Smut + Fluff - Chloe knows you've had a rough week, and once you get back to your dorm she decides to pay you a visit. And make sure you relax, even though she's never given a massage before in her life, is sure has a happy ending.

❥ Night Out | Smut + Fluff - A night out in a new town ends with some fun in your shared hotel room.

❥ A Modern Retelling | Smut + Fluff + Angst - You're part of the vortex club, she's not, you can see where I'm going with this can't you? Just a classic case of Romeo and Juliet.

❥ Ten Out of Ten | Fluff + Smut - Chloe is bored, and apparently starved.

❥ Abstinent | Smut + Fluff - It's been a while and Chloe has definitely noticed.

❥ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

❥ Relationship with her (HC) | Fluff + NSFW

❥ SFW Alphabet | Fluff

❥ NSFW Alphabet | Smut

❥ Chloe Having a Crush On You (HC) | Fluff

❥ Random BTS Things (HC) | Fluff + Slight Angst

❥ Soft Headcanons | Fluff

❥ BTS Comfort Headcanons | Fluff + Slight Angst

❥ Chloe Taking Care of Drunk Reader | Fluff

❥ Dating Chloe and Being friends with Rachel | Fluff

❥ Late Night With Chloe (BTS) |

❥ BTS Chloe Having a Crush on You | Fluff

❥ Chloe with a Very Sunshiney S/O | Fluff + Very slight Angst

❥ You have powers (feat. Rachel) | Fluff + Slight angst

❥ Chloe dating a vampire | Fluff

❥ Chloe as a mom | fluff + SLIGHT angst

❥ Chloe w/ a werewolf S/O | slight angst + fluff

❥ 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘

❥ Being Her Bestfriend (HC) | Fluff + Slight Angst

❥ 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬

❥ Junkyard | Angst + Fluff - You've learned that you've got a curse, powers no human should have. And when you have to save Rachel in a time of life and death, it tests the girls if they really do love you.

❥ Wait For Her to Catch On | Smut + Fluff - A little fun is okay, especially when one doesn't realize it's happening... at first.