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tvgals · 3 days ago

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ok so boom, baseball player! ony and his actress! wife strikes again.

ony has been signed to the dodgers for five years now, and he doesn’t plan on retiring anytime soon. he’s been hitting absolute piss missiles for the past year and knows everyone in the league fears him as one of the most feral outfielders in the game.

ony has been on top of the world for years, the biggest headlines featuring his name and how you and him are the best couple to come out since kanye and kim, how the two of you are inseparable and can’t help but show the world, but when you two fight, it’s also obvious to the whole world. ony is a hothead, when the ump makes a terrible call, he’s the first to start throwing curse words and throw and hit shit around the dugout, and you hate it. you hate it because he’s giving himself a bad rap. sure, he could be the best fucking player in the world, but his shitty attitude could cost him a lot.

“baby. you know they always make shit worse on tv.” ony argues, leaning back in the drivers seat of his 2019 porsche 718 booster you were pissed. today, the dodgers played against the cincinnati reds, and ony struck out for the first time in a month off of a terrible call, a ball that was basically skimming the ground. he was furious, he stomped his way to the dugout and everyone knew to move out his way. ony flipped out, smashing his bat, throwing around the large gatorade containers, flinging helmets around, the whole thing. you were fuming in the stands, standing up and stomping away yourself. you couldn’t believe ony. you told him that you didn’t wanna see him act a fool in front of all these people again that he was making a bad reputation for himself everytime he acted out…but he never listened.

“you know that everytime you act an ass, it goes back to the dodgers and it makes everyone look bad. you need to calm down.” you reprimand him, scrolling on twitter to see everything people are saying about your husband. “why do you care so much?” he asks, rolling his deep brown eyes. in all honesty, ony couldn’t care less how people perceived him. he’ll forever be known as that dodgers player, that everyone will love him no matter how bad his attitude is. but for whatever reason, you can’t see that. you don’t understand why they put up with him…how you put up with him.

“take me home.” you grumble, firm and angry. ony huffs to himself, stepping on the gas. you watch out the window as you see the trees and mountains pass by as a blur, you felt your body be almost forcefully pushed into your seat, as if you couldn’t lean forward. “ony, slow down.” you warm him, digging your fingernails into the seat. “you wanna go home, right?” he asks, a small chuckle mixed in. your heart started to race and you feel like you can’t breathe. “onyankopon. i am not fucking kidding, slow the car down!” you yell, tears pricking at your eyes. “shutup. just shut up. all you do is preach at me and make me feel like a little kid all the time. i will crash this fucking car if you don’t shut up.” he yells back, stepping on the gas harder. in his haze of anger, he doesn’t notice the deer standing in the middle of the road, or the way you scream, or the way he doesn’t yank the wheel to move out of the way.

the deer hits the car with an insane force of power, taking the bumper off and cracking the windshield almost to oblivion. ony pulls over, the car creaking and shards of glass peppered around the inside of the car. you can’t hold it in anymore and you start sobbing, you can see the way the glass has scarred your skin, you can feel how bad your back hurts and how your eyes feel like they’re about to pop. “what the fuck is wrong with you?!” you scream, unbuckling your seatbelt and slapping ony across the face. he’s stuck in place, his hands grippping the steering wheel with extreme force. “are you fucking kidding me?! you almost killed us and now you wanna be quiet? get the fuck out of here.” you wail, flinging the car door open and steadily stepping out.

you walk away to god knows where, as long as it’s not with that fucking maniac.

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natsaffection · 2 days ago

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Ghosted by You. | N.R

Spy!Natasha x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, stab wound

Word count: 3,7k

A/N: It’s based on this ask here! I tried to create the dynamics exactly like in the movie, but somehow also needed seriousness..🥸

You should’ve stayed home. You really should’ve stayed home..But no. Your brain, in its infinite wisdom, decided that after one amazing date, Natasha disappearing from your life had to mean something dramatic. That she was in trouble. That she needed you.

That she hadn’t just ghosted you because..oh, I don’t know, maybe she didn’t want to see you again. But did that logic stop you? No. Because instead of letting it go like a normal person, you tracked a random transaction on her credit card, hopped on a plane, and landed in London. And now? Now, you were tied to a goddamn chair in a dimly lit basement, with very angry men staring you down.

One of them paced in front of you, arms crossed. His accent was thick, British but rough, the kind that made you instinctively gulp. “Who sent you?”

You blinked. “What?”

“Who. Sent. You?” He leaned in, his breath hot against your face. “We know you work for the CIA.”

Your heart nearly stopped. “THE WHAT?!”

The second man sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes like you were personally wasting his time. “This one’s gonna be difficult.”

Your brain short-circuited. “Wait, wait- hold on a second, you think I’m in the CIA?!” You let out a weak, breathless laugh. “Oh my God. Wait, I think I’m gonna throw up..”

“Cut the act.” The first man grabbed the chair, tilting it back so that you were nearly falling. “We know you were following Romanoff. What were you planning?”

Your what now? “Natasha? Natasha Romanoff?” You nearly choked on your own breath. “She’s, she’s a spy?!” The two men exchanged glances before the first one grumbled, “Great. The kid doesn’t even know.”

“Wait, hold on.” Your breathing was turning erratic, panic rising in your throat. “She told me she was a florist..?” The second man pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Christ.” You were spiraling. Your hands shook against the restraints, your brain struggling to process what the hell was happening.

“No! Wait, you don’t understand..” you stammered, words tumbling out too fast. “I literally just followed her because she ghosted me! I thought she wasn’t answering because she was in trouble! I-I thought I was being romantic!”

The first man just stared at you. “You followed a CIA agent across the world because she didn’t text you back?”

“…Yes?” For a second, neither man spoke. Then the first one turned to the other and said, “We should just kill her.”

“W-WHAT?! NO! No, that’s not necessary!” You wriggled against the ropes, full-on panicking. “I’m not a spy! I barely passed high school! I cried last week because my WiFi went out! Does that s-sound like someone who works for the CIA?!”

The second man pulled out a knife, twirling it between his fingers. “Too bad.” You squeezed your eyes shut. God, I’m gonna die. I’m actually gonna die because I followed a hot woman to London like a freaking idiot..

The door exploded inward. The first guy turned just in time for a bullet to tear straight through his shoulder. He collapsed with a scream. The second one lunged for his gun, but before he could even blink, Natasha stepped into the room, raised her pistol, and shot him twice in the chest.

Your brain short-circuited. Natasha didn’t hesitate. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink as she put a bullet between someone’s ribs. “Oh my God..” you whispered, eyes darting between the two men, one dead, one groaning in pain. “Oh my God, you!! You just killed-”

“Not now!” She stormed forward, cutting through your restraints with a huge-ass knife. “Are you hurt ?”

“YOU JUST SHOT TWO PEOPL-”She grabbed your wrist, yanking you to your feet. “I swear to God, Y/n, I will have this conversation later. Right now? Move.” She shoved you toward the door, and your legs felt like Jell-O. “I-I don’t think I can walk..” you stammered.

“Then crawl, I don’t care!” Gunfire erupted outside. Natasha grabbed your wrist and dragged you behind her as she stormed into the hallway, firing with precision. One man barely turned the corner before she put a bullet straight between his eyes. You screamed again. “Y/n, I will leave you here if you don’t MOVE!” she barked.

“What-” you whispered, watching people DROP like flies. “Don't look at them.” she snapped, grabbing your face and physically turning it away. “What the hell is happening?” Your breathing was getting worse, your chest tightening. “I—Natasha, I don’t- I don’t understand-”

She groaned. “Oh, for fu-”Before you could process, she picked you up. “N-Natasha!”

“Shut up!” She kicked a door open, carrying you like a sack of potatoes. “I can shoot faster when you’re not slowing me down!”

“I CAN RUN!”

“Clearly NOT!”

Gunfire shattered the walls behind you. Natasha spun, firing two bullets into the men chasing you. They collapsed instantly. Your breath hitched. “You’re killing them..” you whispered. Natasha didn’t hesitate. “And I’ll kill ten more if it gets us out of here alive!” Her coldness made your stomach drop.

You saw it now. The emptiness in her eyes, the precision, the way she fired without flinching. The woman you had been falling for, the one who had smiled at you over dinner, who had kissed you so softly..was a killer.

She caught your expression, saw the fear on your face and for a moment, her own softened. But there wasn’t time. She threw you into a stolen car, slammed the door, and sped into the streets. For a long time, you couldn’t speak.

“You’re scared of me now.” she said flatly, breaking the silence. Your mouth opened—closed. “You should be.” she muttered. Her hands were still covered in blood. You pressed yourself against the door, heartbeat pounding.

This wasn’t the Natasha you knew. This was someone else entirely. And you had no idea what you had just gotten yourself into. The car ride was dead silent. You sat rigidly in the passenger seat, hands curled into fists on your lap, still shaking.

Natasha gripped the steering wheel like she wanted to break it in half. Her knuckles were white, her jaw clenched, and her entire body radiated fury. But you didn’t say anything. Because you were terrified. Your brain replayed it all on an endless loop, the gunfire, the bodies dropping, the blood on her hands.

You had thought she was a florist. You had kissed her, flirted with her, trusted her, And she had just killed six people without flinching. Your stomach churned. “Say something.” Natasha finally snapped, eyes still locked on the road. You swallowed, voice weak. “Where are we going?”

“A safe house.” A safe house. Right. Because that’s a normal thing to have. You nodded slowly, gripping the door handle like you might have to jump out of the moving car. Natasha let out a harsh breath, running a hand through her hair. “You’re still scared of me.” You flinched. Her grip on the wheel tightened. “I just saved your life, Y/n.”

“You also ended six others.” you whispered. The air in the car shifted. Her eyes flicked to you, calculating, cold. “That’s how this works.” You swallowed hard. “This?”

She exhaled sharply, looking back at the road. “You’re in my world now. You don’t get to judge me for doing what I have to do.”

“I didn’t ask to be in your world!” She let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, really? Because flying across the world to follow me sure as hell says otherwise.”

Your face flushed with anger. “I followed you because I thought you were in danger! Not because I wanted to be thrown into some goddamn murder spree!” Her grip on the wheel tightened.

“You think I wanted this?” Her voice was eerily calm. You hesitated. “I don’t- I don’t know what to think, Natasha.” She went silent.

The weight of the situation pressed down on you. The reality that you had just witnessed multiple murders. That you had watched Natasha—the woman you had been falling for, kill like it was nothing. Your chest tightened. Natasha let out a long, exhausted sigh and muttered, “We’ll talk when we get there.”

She parked in a dark alleyway, leading you through a maze of backstreets until you reached an abandoned-looking building. The second she closed the door behind you, she turned, eyes blazing. “What the hell were you even thinking?!”

You jumped. “Excuse me?!”

“You followed me across an ocean. You got kidnapped. You almost died!”

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE A SPY!”

“THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT BETTER!”

She stalked forward, and for the first time, you actually backed away. Her face immediately fell. You weren’t just arguing.

You were afraid of her. Natasha inhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “Y/N…”

You pressed your back against the wall, shaking your head. “I don’t..” You swallowed hard, voice trembling. “I don’t know who you are.” Pain flickered across her face, but it was gone just as fast. She turned away from you, exhaling through her nose. “You shouldn’t have come.” she muttered.

“You could have just told me the truth!” She spun back, eyes flashing. “Are you out of your mind?! If I had told you- if you had known- you would’ve been in even more danger!”

Your stomach twisted. “Oh yeah? And what now?” You threw up your hands. “I know now, Natasha! I was just kidnapped and almost killed!” She winced. Just for a second.

Then, she stepped closer, voice dangerously low. “You want to know the truth?” she murmured. You swallowed. “No-”

“You would’ve been fine.” Her voice was cold, calculated. “If you had just stayed home. If you had just let me go. But now?” Her jaw clenched. “Now, you’re a target.”

Your stomach dropped. “Wait, what?” She sighed, rolling her shoulders. “They think you’re CIA. They think you know something. You don’t, but that doesn’t matter anymore.”

Your heartbeat thundered. “So- so what? What happens now?” She gave you a pointed look. “Now? I clean up your mess.” She grabbed a first aid kit and tossed it onto the table.

“Sit.”

“I’m fine-”

“Sit down.”

You gulped and sat. She grabbed your arm, not gentle but not rough and started cleaning the scrapes from where they had tied you up. The silence between you burned. You stared at her. At the red stains on her shirt. The blood on her hands. The way her shoulders were still tense from the fight.

She was different now. The Natasha who had laughed at your stupid jokes? The one who had kissed you in the rain? That Natasha was gone. Or maybe…maybe she was never real. She caught you staring. “What?” she muttered.

You hesitated. “Were you ever going to tell me?” Her hands froze. Then, she dropped the antiseptic, stood up, and turned away.

“…It was never supposed to go this far.” she admitted. Something inside you ached. Because deep down, you knew, this meant goodbye.

She exhaled sharply. “I’ll get you back to the States. I’ll make sure they lose your trail.” Your heart clenched. “You’re just sending me away?”

“Yes.”

“But I-” Your voice cracked. “What about you?” She looked away. “I’ll handle it.” Tears burned your eyes. “Natasha-”

“This isn’t your life, Y/n.” she said firmly. “It can’t be.” Your chest ached. You had risked everything to find her. And now, she was pushing you away. But deep down, you knew she was right. You weren’t built for this. For her. And it broke you. Natasha sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’ll get you home tomorrow. Get some rest.”

Well..You and Natasha had been on the run for three days. Three days of gunfire, stolen cars, dodging assassins, and sleeping in dingy safe houses with barely enough time to breathe. Somewhere between nearly dying for the second time, sneaking across borders, and sharing a stolen coat for warmth, something between you shifted.

You weren’t just running anymore. You were running together. Natasha was still infuriating. She still rolled her eyes at your bad decisions, still called you reckless, still snapped at you for asking stupid questions. But now? Now she also held your hand when you got too cold. She taught you how to fire a gun, not that you were good at it, but she didn’t make fun of you when you missed.

She touched you more. Small, quick touches, her hand on your back, her fingers brushing yours. And most of all? She looked at you differently. Like she actually cared. Like sending you away wasn’t an option anymore. “We’re almost there.” Natasha muttered, pressing her hand to her earpiece. You both crouched behind a pile of rubble in an abandoned city square, panting from the last disaster of a shootout.

“Tell me ‘almost’ means we’re five minutes away from hot showers and real food..” you whispered. She gave you a dry look. “Try ten minutes and two more obstacles.”

You groaned. “Of course.”

“Look.” She pointed toward the far end of the square. A black helicopter was parked near an old church, CIA agents waiting by the doors. Your chest lightened. The helicopter was right there. You could hear the roar of the blades, see the CIA agents waiting, their weapons ready. Safety was so close you could taste it.

But of course..It was never that easy. You heard footsteps. Too many. And then, before you could react, an arm wrapped around your neck. Cold steel pressed against your throat. Your breath hitched. Natasha whipped around, gun raised. But it was too late.

The man holding you was grinning. He was tall, strong, covered in tactical gear. His knife dug into your skin just enough to make your pulse spike. More men emerged from the surrounding buildings, mercenaries, armed to the teeth. Your stomach twisted. You had walked right into a trap.

“Drop your weapons!!” the man holding you barked. The CIA agents hesitated. Natasha didn’t move. She stood rigid, her gun aimed directly at the man’s head. Her eyes burned. “If you touch her..” she said, voice dangerously low, “I’ll put a bullet between your eyes before you even think about blinking.”

The man chuckled. “Oh, Agent Romanoff. You care about this one, don’t you?” Her jaw clenched. “Drop. Your. Guns.” he ordered again. The agents exchanged glances. Natasha’s finger hovered over the trigger. You could feel her rage. The barely controlled violence. She was waiting for the right moment.

“Natasha.” you whispered, trying not to move against the blade. “Just go.” Her eyes snapped to you. And the way she looked at you, it was the kind of look that said she would burn the entire world down before leaving you behind.

“Not happening.” she said. Your heart clenched. Chaos Breaks Loose And then, everything happened at once. Natasha moved first. The bullet hit its mark, straight through the mercenary’s shoulder. His grip loosened just for a second. And that was all she needed.

You ripped yourself free, stumbling forward as gunfire exploded around you. The CIA agents opened fire. Natasha was a blur, taking down enemies like they were nothing. You scrambled backward, searching for cover, but the mercenary wasn’t done. He lunged.

And before you could react, the knife sank into your stomach. The second the knife plunged into your stomach, the world snapped into sharp, unbearable agony. You gasped, choking on your own breath, as fire erupted through your entire body. The blade twisted.

A raw, animalistic scream ripped from your throat. You collapsed, your legs giving out, your body feeling like it had been set on fire from the inside. The mercenary smirked. “Oops.” A bullet tore through his skull before he could even take another breath. His body dropped.

Her hands immediately pressed against your stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. Her face was wild with panic, her breaths coming too fast, her usual iron control completely shattered. “No. No, no, no-” You couldn’t breathe. It felt like someone had shoved glass into your stomach, and every breath dragged shards deeper into you.

“Nat..” Your voice broke. “It- It hurts..”

“I know, I know..” she nearly screamed, pressing down harder. The pain spiked. You choked, nearly blacking out right there. “Stay awake, Y/N!” Her voice was frantic, almost desperate. “Do you hear me? Stay awake!”

Your ears rang. You barely registered the CIA agents rushing toward you. “We have to move-” one of them started. Natasha snarled. “Get a Stretcher on that helicopter NOW!”

Your vision blurred at the edges. Your limbs felt too heavy, your fingers tingling as the blood poured out of you. You could hear shouting. Gunfire? More soldiers? More fighting? You didn’t know. All you knew was that you were cold. And so fucking tired.

Natasha’s arms wrapped around you as she hauled you up. “I got you, I got you.” she kept muttering, her voice wavering. You let out a weak whimper as she lifted you. The pain was indescribable. Like your entire insides had been ripped apart, burning, splitting, bleeding. “I know, just hold on, okay?” Her voice cracked badly.

She ran with you, gun still raised, still firing behind her. You felt the cold metal ramp beneath you as Natasha threw herself onto the aircraft, clutching you close. “Get us out of here!” she roared. The helicopter lurched. You barely registered it. All you could feel was pain. Someone was grabbing at you, pressing too hard on the wound.

“S-Stop..” you whimpered, the pressure making you see stars. Natasha snapped. “Be careful!”

“We’re trying to stop the bleeding!” a medic barked back. Natasha was breathing too fast. “She’s losing too much blood-”

“We know!” Your fingers trembled, reaching out. You didn’t even realize what you were doing until Natasha grabbed your hand. Her grip was tight and desperate. You tried to squeeze back, but you were too weak. That was when you saw it. The look in her eyes. The pure, unfiltered fear. Natasha was scared. Not of the bullets. Not of the mercenaries.

But of losing you. “Nat…” You barely got the word out. “Shh, it’s okay..” she whispered, pressing her forehead against yours. “Don’t talk. Just stay with me.” Your breath hitched. Everything was spinning. The medic’s voice faded. Your eyes fluttered shut.

Your body felt heavy. Everything ached. The dull beeping of a heart monitor filled the room. The scent of disinfectant burned your nose. You blinked against the blinding white light, your brain foggy, sluggish. Then, you heard her. “You better wake up soon, because if I did all of that for nothing, I swear to God-”

Her voice shook. Your lips parted. “Nat..?” The chair beside your bed screeched as someone jumped up. Hovering over you, her eyes wide, raw, frantic. “Oh my God.” You barely registered the way her hand grabbed yours, gripping it like she was afraid you’d disappear. You blinked up at her, throat dry. “Where…?”

“You’re in a hospital.” she said, her voice hoarse. You could tell she’d been awake for a long time. Your brows furrowed. “How long?”

Natasha hesitated. “…Three days.” Your breath hitched. “Three..?”

“You almost died, Y/N.” Her jaw clenched. “Do you have any idea how stupid that was?!” Ah. There it was. The anger. The Romanoff rage. You offered a weak smile. “Saved your life, though.” Her eyes flashed. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t joke about this!” Her grip on your hand tightened. You swallowed, watching her. Because beneath the anger…She looked wrecked. Dark circles under her eyes. Hair a mess. Still wearing the same clothes from the extraction. “Have you even left this room?” you asked quietly. She exhaled sharply, avoiding your gaze.

You sighed, shifting slightly, then immediately regretted it. White-hot pain tore through your stomach, forcing a shaky breath from your lips. Natasha’s head snapped back toward you. “Hey, hey-” She reached out, pressing a hand against your shoulder to keep you from moving. “Don’t do that. Just..stay still.”

“…Natasha.” you murmured. “It’s not your fault.” Her jaw tightened. “Yes, it is.” Guilt..The Romanoff Way of Suffering She stood up, pacing.

“You were supposed to be safe. You were supposed to be on the helicopter. Not..Not bleeding out in my arms..” You watched her. “You saved me.” you pointed out.

She let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah? And look at you now.” You exhaled, trying to push through the pain. “You would have died.” you said softly. “That guy was gonna kill you, Nat.”

Her eyes snapped to you. And something cracked. “Then maybe I should have let him.” Your stomach dropped. “No.”

She shook her head, running a shaky hand through her hair. “I should have protected you. I should have been faster. I should have-”

“Stop.” She froze. You struggled to sit up, ignoring the way your body screamed in protest. “Natasha, look at me.”

She did. Her expression was so raw, so pained. “You think I regret saving you?” you whispered. She swallowed, lips pressed together. You reached out, grabbing her wrist. “You think I’d rather be lying in a grave than here?” She exhaled sharply. “…You almost were.”

“But I’m not.” you murmured. “Because of you.” She looked away. You squeezed her hand. “Nat.” Nothing.

“Natasha.” Her jaw tensed. Finally, after what felt like forever, she turned back. And the moment she met your gaze, something inside her broke. Because suddenly, her arms were around you. Holding you so tight it should have hurt, but you didn’t care. You felt her shudder.

“Hey..” you murmured, pressing your face against her shoulder. “I’m okay.” She shook her head. “You almost weren’t..”

“But I am.” She let out a shaky breath. Her grip didn’t loosen. You hesitated, then turned your head slightly, whispering against her skin. “I’d do it again.”

She stiffened. Then, she pulled back, her eyes burning. “If you ever do something that reckless again, I will personally kill you myself.”

You grinned. “I swear to God, Y/N-” You grabbed the front of her jacket and kissed her.

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lunajay33 · 2 days ago

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Searching for You

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Summary: Reader and Daryl have been together since you were teens, you have crazy news for him but then the world falls apart and your searching for him every second

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warning: Pregnant

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I finished picking up the surprise cake I had specially ordered for the bakery in town for the news I have for Daryl, we live in cabin on the outskirts of town it’s simple but so cozy plus I’m staying with the man I’ve loved since I was in highschool

I got home setting up the surprise, the cake was a round cake with lilac frosting around the edges, with the words baby on board on the top, it was cheesy but the joy I felt trumped that feeling

Soon I heard the rumble of his motorcycle pulling up the drive way and the engine cutting off, my heart pounding slightly nervous of his reaction, sure we’ve been together for years but I knew of his past and how he feared of becoming like his old man

I push those thoughts aside when I hear the door open and his subtle sigh as he flicked his boots off

“Sunshine?” I walk out of the dining room and meet him at the door

“Hi my love, I have a surprise for you” I smile as I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he pulls me close

“Really, more that this cute lil dress ya got on” he smiles making me blush

“Oh stop come on” I take his hand leading him to the table

He read the cake then back at me then down at my belly

“Really?” I nod my head as I wring my fingers anxiously

“Are you mad” he wrapped his hands around my waist down to my little bump

“Ya know I can never be mad at ya……we’re having a baby” he sighs gently

“I know it’s scary but she’s ours”

“She?” He smiled

“Just a feeling, call it mothers intuition”

•

We went to the doctor the next day and found out I was only a month along, we get home and I slump on the couch exhausted

“What me to run out and get ya something for supper?”

“I’m reeeeeeeally craving Chinese”

“Then that’s what ya get sunshine” he smiles giving me a gentle kiss before he was off

I waited for him, when an hour went by then two I started to get nervous it’s a small town I never took more than 20 minutes, I tried his phone but he never answered

I pull on one of his hoodies and my boots, taking the keys to the truck and leave the house, I drive into town and the streets are empty, confused I keep driving until I get to the Main Street where all I see is carnage, people dead and ripped apart blood everywhere, as others are the ones ripping them apart

“What the hell?” I scream when one slams up against the window, I quickly turn around speeding back to the house where it’s still safe hoping Daryl made his way back, I get there running inside screaming for him, begging to any god that he’s here

I run to every room and all I get is silence, what is happening we were just about to start our family, what do I do?

I remember what Daryl and Merle taught me, drilling all the survival skills into my head over the years, I pack a bag full of clothes, weapons around the house Daryl had, food and a note

“Daryl my love, I don’t know if you’ll see this but I’m scared and I don’t know what’s going on, I packed a bag and took the truck I’ll go to the quarry where we went camping I hope you find me, until then”

I suck in a breath trying to hold the tears at bay as I left the home I loved so much hoping in the truck and taking off

•

I finally get to the quarry, and there’s a few people already there, some setting up tents, one man already there with his RV, pretty smart, I get out of the truck nervous hoping they’ll take me in

“Welcome im Dale we’ve had a few people already making themselves at home, are you bite?”

“No i…..I don’t even know what’s going on, I went out to find my husband and I didn’t know where else to go”

“Oh honey it’ll be okay, just relax for now, I have an extra tent if you like to settle in”

“I’d really appreciate that, thank you”

A week goes by and more people have come everytime I pray it Daryl maybe even Merle

I wake up to the sun shining through my tent, a few voices outside already stirring

“Got some fine ass around here” my heart lept, I knew that graphic voice from anywhere, I unzip the tent like a crazy woman and jump out, seeing Daryl and Merle, my knees buckle and I try to keep myself upright as his eyes lock with mine

I run to him until his big strong arms and holding me tight, see the others gather around

“You found me” I cry as he hides his face in my neck

“I found yer note, I’m sorry I took so long” he set me back down holding my face with his hands gently brushing my tears away

“I don’t care you’re here with us now”

“She’s okay?” I nod as I look over at Merle

“Don’t mess this place up Merle, it’s nice here” he scoffed

“Ya don’t get yer panties in a twist”

The group dispersed and I showed Daryl to my tent

“I was so scared D, and I never got my Chinese” I laugh trying to lighten the mood

“Don’t seem like yer gonna be getting that Chinese anytime soon sunshine”

“Well maybe I can get something else Mr.Dixon”

“Maybe ya can Mrs.Dixon”

•

It’s been a crazy month but the camp was coming together as we were becoming a small community, although Daryl and Merle stayed to themselves keeping that hard demeanor

I was helping clean some clothes with the other girls when we started chatting about our old lives

“I still can’t believe that you, the sweetest thing is with that Dixon” Lori said

“Hey he’s just reserved, trust me he treats me like a princess and I love him more every day”

“Well atleast you got someone to get some” Andrea laughs and my face goes beat red

“What you don’t think we here you darling” Jackie giggles as the other join

“Something funny ladies” Ed groans as he comes up behind us

“Nothing ed just swapping war stories” Andrea states as we all fall silent

“Got something to say?”

“How about you shut your mouths and get back to work”

I gather my clothes putting them in my basket and try to leave I can’t risk this getting out of hand with my baby

“Where do you think you’re going” he states as he grips my arm so tight I let out a whimper

“Let me go Ed” I push at him which only made him angry, he raises his hand and punches me across the face making me fall to the ground

That’s when all hell breaks out, everyone screaming trying to hold him back from me, all I do is scream at the top of my lungs

“DARYL!”

In a split second I see him running down the hills path straight to us with Merle on his tail, Merle can be a hard ass but he cared for the both of us in his own twisted way

“What the hell did ya do ta her” Daryl growls as he takes one look at me on the sand and me hold my face and back to Ed, the anger like fire in his eyes and he made his way over and took one swing and he was out cold on the ground

Merle came down to the ground checking my face, noticing the blood and the purple spreading across the left side of my face, sighing as he helped put the clothes back in the basket

Daryl now infront of me gently brushing my hair back to get a look

“How bad is it D?” I choke out a sob the pain still blooming

“Your eye……it’s blood shot, can you see me”

“It’s fine but it hurts so much”

“Come on sunshine let me get ya cleaned up” Merle took the basket following behind us as Daryl led me back up the hill

Getting to our tent I took the basket from Merle giving thanks as I got back in the tent with Daryl as he pulled out the first aid bag, he disinfected the cut and braided my hair to keep it away from my face

“Thanks for coming down like my Prince Charming”

“Always, how’s the baby?”

“She feels fine, he only got one hit before the others held him back

“I….i miss our home D, I miss you coming home and meeting you at the door, I miss you holding me from behind while I cook and bake, I miss holing up in bed during a thunderstorm while we played music faintly” I sigh laying down with my head on his legs as he ran his hand up and down my back

“I know, when ya told me you were pregnant I started thinking about how we’d make her room together, paint it purple like the cake, me and Merle would make her a crib, and then when I couldn’t find ya I felt like my whole world disappeared”

“Maybe this’ll all blow over and we can go home…….im scared Daryl, what if…what if I get bit what about the baby”

“Hey calm down I ain’t ever gonna let anything happen to ya”

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Part 2 coming soon

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scoupsakakitty · 2 days ago

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Betrayal Under The Stage Lights pt.2 | Seventeen x 14thMember | fluff

The room remained silent long after Y/N left. The weight of their words, their accusations, lingered in the air like an unshakable storm cloud. No one dared to speak, no one wanted to admit what they all began to realize their mistake.

Mingyu ran a frustrated hand through his hair, the guilt settling deep in his chest. “We messed up, didn’t we?”

Jihoon exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “No, we didn’t just mess up. We completely turned on her without thinking.”

Joshua sat down heavily on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands. “We should have listened. We should have trusted her.”

Seungcheol, usually so sure of his decisions, felt a rare sense of self-doubt gnawing at him. His mind replayed the scene over and over Y/N’s devastated expression, her voice laced with desperation as she defended herself. And they had ignored it.

“She must hate us now,” Seokmin mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

Jeonghan, for once, had no witty remark, no clever way to deflect the situation. Instead, he sighed deeply. “We need to fix this.”

Y/N sat alone in her room, the echoes of their accusations still fresh in her mind. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to make them feel even a fraction of what she had felt. But more than anything, she just felt… tired.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. At first, she ignored it, expecting them to give up. But the knocking persisted. With an annoyed sigh, she stood up and pulled the door open only to find all thirteen members standing outside, looking uncharacteristically sheepish.

Mingyu, standing in the front, suddenly dropped to his knees. “Y/N, I was an idiot. No—worse than an idiot. I don’t even have a word for how dumb I was. Please, please forgive me.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “You’re really kneeling?”

“Yes,” Mingyu said without hesitation. “I’ll stay here all night if I have to.”

Seungcheol cleared his throat, stepping forward. “We all made a huge mistake. We let frustration cloud our judgment, and we blamed you without any proof. That was wrong. You didn’t deserve that.”

“We should have believed in you,” Joshua added, his usual warmth returning to his voice. “You’re our family.”

One by one, they all spoke up, each admitting their faults, each apologizing sincerely. Even Jihoon, who rarely showed emotions so openly, muttered, “I was too quick to judge. I’m sorry.”

Y/N took her time, letting them squirm under her scrutiny. She could see the genuine regret on their faces, the desperation in their eyes. And a wicked idea formed in her mind.

She sighed dramatically, placing a hand on her hip. “I don’t know… maybe I should just leave the group.”

The reaction was immediate.

“What?!”

“No, no, no!”

“Y/N, please, don’t even joke about that!”

Seungkwan looked ready to burst into tears. “I swear, if this is because of us—”

“I’ll do anything!” Mingyu pleaded. “I’ll cook for you for a year! I’ll do your laundry! I’ll—”

Y/N burst into laughter, unable to hold back any longer. “Relax, I was just messing with you.”

The collective groan that followed was almost comical. Seungcheol placed a hand over his heart, exhaling in relief. “Don’t do that! I nearly had a heart attack.”

Jeonghan narrowed his eyes. “You’re evil.”

Y/N smirked. “That’s what you get for doubting me.”

Despite their moment of panic, the mood shifted almost instantly. Hoshi pulled Y/N into a bone-crushing hug, and soon, the others piled on, a mess of tangled limbs and relieved laughter.

“Still mad at us?” Vernon asked as they finally pulled away.

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “I should be. But I guess I’ll forgive you guys. Just this once.”

They all cheered, and for the first time that night, everything felt right again.

“Well… on one condition,” Y/N added, crossing her arms. “I want my favorite ice cream.”

Without hesitation, Dino shot up. “I got it! I’ll get it right now!” And before anyone could react, he was already sprinting out the door.

The others laughed, shaking their heads as they watched him go. Finally, things were back to normal.

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universefcb · 2 days ago

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↬❥ "I'm here.."

Pau Cubarsí x Barça!Fem!Reader.

sy: You are a player for the Barça women's team, and you have a secret relationship, only a few employees knew about it. And one day, some players from the men's team went to watch the women's team play. But you end up getting badly hurt and Dad becomes desperate.

a/n: I accidentally missed the request for this order, a thousand apologies to whoever asked, but here it is! And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

warnings: A little anguish, anxious reader, super protective Pau Cubarsí.

The game was intense. The Barça women were facing one of their biggest rivals Real Madrid, and she was focused as always. The team needed the win, and she played with fierce passion, not hesitating to chase every ball. Her energy was contagious, and even from the bench, her teammates shouted encouragement.

In the front row of the stands, the men’s team watched the game with interest, enjoying their day off. Pau Cubarsí was among them, seemingly calm, but anyone who knew him well would have noticed that his gaze followed her every move on the field. He didn’t show anything obvious—after all, no one could know about their relationship—but every time she fell, his heart skipped a beat.

“Y/n is getting a lot of attention, huh?” Yamal put his cell phone in his pocket.

“The game started ten minutes ago and she’s already playing with a fierce wolf.” Hector said smiling and watching y/n receive the ball and kick it to the side, falling at Ainata’s feet.

Pau felt a pang of jealousy in his chest and shifted uncomfortably on his seat.

“Lucky is her future boyfriend” Marc Guiu said making Cubarsí look at him, taking his attention away from the game.

And then, it happened.

Pau was startled by his friends' screams and turned his attention to the field, seeing his girl lying on the ground.

The ball had come high. Y/n jumped to head it, but at the same time, an opponent came with unnecessary force. The other player's elbow hit her head, making her lose her balance in the air. The fall was ugly.

The stadium was silent for a second, and then a disturbing murmur began to spread. The referee quickly blew his whistle, summoning the medics, while her teammates rushed to her side.

Dick feeling his stomach tighten.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing, her vision blurred. She tried to get up, but as soon as she got to her knees, she felt something warm run down her face. When she touched her forehead, her fingers came away covered in blood.

And that's when the panic began.

She hated blood. She hated anything medical. She hated feeling like she was fighting in front of others.

“I’m fine,” she muttered quickly, refusing any help. She stood up on her own.

Her heart was beating fast. Her breathing was irregular, and her hands were shaking. The doctors tried to hold her down and carry her to the edge of the field, but she refused, not wanting to appear vulnerable.

“I need to get back to the game! I’m fine!” Her voice cut off at the end, and that’s when her eyes filled with tears.

She tried to return to the field, but the doctors got in front of her. Leaving her teammates worried and Pau completely nervous in the stands. Making her friends notice her uneasiness.

Her legs were weak, her head was spinning, but she kept trying to convince everyone that she could play. But no one believed it anymore.

The trainers exchanged worried glances. She was on the verge of collapse, refusing help, insisting that I needed to keep going. She let the pain take her, sitting on the floor.

They don't know what to do.

Until someone had an idea.

“Call the Dick...”

Pau was already on his feet before he even finished his sentence. As soon as he heard his name, he didn't think twice. He jumped over the barrier and ran towards her.

Leaving some of his friends confused and others with a smile of surprise.

“Love, look at me.” He said, after getting close to her.

His voice was low, but y/n heard it. And in the midst of the confusion in her mind, something clicked into place.

She blinked a few times, trying to focus her gaze. As soon as she saw Pau kneel in front of her, her racing heart gradually slowed down.

He gently touched her face, brushing away some of her bloody hair. He tried to clean the side of her face that was covered in blood.

“Breathe with me, okay? Slowly.” He drew in air and let it out slowly. She hesitated, but eventually followed suit. Her eyes were watery, her chest rising and falling too quickly.

“I know how bad this is..” He automatically ran his fingertips over his scar. “It’s going to be okay.

He whispered, leaving small kisses on her forehead.

“I… I have to go back…” the voice came out small, almost a sob.

“Not now, mi amor.” The way he said my love was so delicate that those who were closest heard it and were left open-mouthed. (MY LOVE)

Some of the men's players exchanged looks of surprise. Gavi almost choked on what he was drinking. Ferran Torres furrowed his eyebrows.

Y/n had never let anyone see her like this. But there she was—completely surrendered to him.

“I hate this,” she whispered, closing her eyes as another tear fell.

“I know, I know… But I’m here, okay?” Pau opened her hand slightly, pulling her closer. “Let the doctors take care of you, please. For me?

She bit her lip, still reluctant. But he lightly caressed her face and looked at her in that way that always made her give in.

And then, for the first time that night, she nodded slowly.

As the doctors treated the cut, she never let go of his hand. Pau held her tightly, taking his time, letting her calm down at her own pace.

The men's players remained in shock.

“Wait… They’re together?!” Balde muttered, trying to process what he saw.

“Cubarsí is a scoundrel!” Hector laughed, running his hand over his face. “I love that boy!”

“Worse than that, it makes sense,” Ferran replied, frowning.

“How did we never realize this?” Gavi whispered, still in disbelief.

But at that moment, neither Pau nor y/n cared who knew or not.

She was still dizzy, her head still throbbed, but when Pau helped her up he put one arm under her knees, and the other arm secured her behind her back. Carrying her away from the field and the shouting.

The game had been over for some time, and the men's team players were gathered in the locker room, still trying to process everything they had seen.

Gavi, still in disbelief, ran his hands over his face. “I just can’t believe this. Dick and Y/N?! This kid hid it really well!”

“And he really did hide it,” Random Bucket shook his head. “That quiet one… pretending he was innocent!”

“That explains a lot!” Ferran Torres commented. “The way he was always watching the women’s games more attentively than anyone else… The day he almost jumped off the bench because a woman marked him too hard… But my love was the best.”

Hector laughed. “MY LOVE! The guy announced his relationship in front of the entire stadium and we’ll only see it later!”

Before he could continue teasing, the locker room door opened and Pau entered with y/n, still visibly tense with a headband on. He looked at his friends and already knew that he would not have peace.

“Are you okay?” Yamal said before any jokes could start.

She let out a sigh of relief and nodded. “Yes, the doctors stitched up the cut and told me to rest.

“She didn’t want to go to the hospital, but…” Pau gave a small smile. “I convinced her.”

He gently grabbed her waist from behind, letting her rest her head on his chest.

The friends exchanged knowing looks.

“Convinci,” Marc Guiu repeated, arching an eyebrow. “What kind of convention are we talking about here, Cubarsí?”

Y/n felt her chest burn, slowly rising to her face.

The defender rolled his eyes, already anticipating a barrage of jokes. “The kind you don’t care about.”

“Ahhh, so that’s how it is, huh?” Gavi slumped down on the bench, pretending to be offended. “Months by your side and you never gave any hint that you were dating our future star?”

“Exactly,” Pau replied without hesitation, crossing his arms.

And getting a little laugh from y/n.

“Scoundrel.” Bucket laughed, pointing at him.

“You can’t trust a defender,” Ferran joked, shaking his head. “They’re too cold to even hide their relationship.”

Hector laughed. “At least now we know who will be the official brother-in-law of the locker room.”

Pau rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile a little. Deep down, he knew his friends were happy for him.

And he was so grateful to have y/n in his life.

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yanderemasquerade · 3 days ago

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Trained By Your Orc Master

Notes: NSFW, Smut, Male Monster x Female Reader

You knew it was coming, he had been preparing you for weeks. It would be impossible for him to fit in your ass without training, and perhaps even then it wouldn't be enough, but he was more than determined. It was all he could think about, and you were his to take.

It began with his tongue wandering a bit while he ate you out, slipping down and positioning his tusks to hold your ass open as he teased. You couldn't deny that you liked this new sensation as his tongue twisted and danced against your opening, slowly slipping inside. Quickly though even just his thick pointed tongue became enough to make you feel as though you might break apart. For many days he continued doing this, tacking it on as one of the many treats he would give you to prepare you for his love when he got home. Eventually, you began being able to relax and take his tongue, and his mind would cloud with the possibilities.

After, he would remind you "There's no part of you that is off limits to me, you're mine."

It progressed, naturally, with the addition of a finger to continue to stretch you after he eased you with his tongue. Taking it slow, he would stay still once it was forced in, allowing you to adjust and savoring the feeling of you struggling to take it. Then he would curl his finger and gently pump it in and out, grinning as you whined, but leaning in to messily make out with your clit to reward you for giving in.

After bringing you to climax he would ask "When it's my cock, do you want me to be gentle like this?" And then he would laugh, as if you had a choice.

Today is the day, he can't wait any longer. He has run out of mercy, much less patience. He pulls you by your hair roughly and positions your face right above his cock and chuckles as he explains it would be in your interest to do your best so he will hopefully cum quickly while he ruins your ass. Frantically you take as much of him in your mouth as you can, thankful for the opportunity and understanding of the great kindness it was. You've never had him down your throat further before, whimpering and pushing him in and out as quickly as you could handle. You gag and tears well in your eyes reflexively, and you pull back and begin sucking on the tip and looking into his eyes to judge how much longer he would give you. Unfortunately though, time was already up.

He wrestles you onto your stomach and lifts your hips in the air, taking note that your pussy is already dripping as he has conditioned it to whenever he returns home. "Poor thing, it's going to be so jealous isn't it," he whispers as he begins rutting against you, coating his cock in the wetness. And he was right, you were trembling and aching, desperate to be bred. You will have to settle though, because before you know it he's pushing against the other hole.

He grabs your hip with one hand and massages your clit with the other to try and distract you a bit as he stuffs himself inside. He can't bury himself to the hilt like he does when he breeds you, but your screams and squeezing are just as satisfying. After a few inches past the head are in he stops and you collapse, panting and shaking. "It's just a shame I can't knock you up like this, your body knows that's your real purpose," he breathes between pleasured groans. He takes pity on his pathetic girl and slips a finger into your greedy pussy. It doesn't take long for him to find the perfect spot and begin flicking his finger into it, making you melt into the bed and begin to forget the pain you're in. You rock your hips back for more, and as you fuck yourself onto his fingers you also gently ride your way further down his shaft. Neither of you last long like this and as your whole body spasms with your orgasm he fills you.

"I've finally ruined all of your holes for anyone else, you'll never feel complete without me again."

#monster fucker #male yandere #monster x human #teratophillia #monster x reader #male monster x female reader #x reader #x female reader #x reader smut

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starlight-and-whiskey · 3 days ago

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Arthur Having a Baby Headcannon

~ He'd pace outside the tent, listening to the screams within as he smoked cigarette after cigarette. He'd angrily bite back at anyone who tried to comfort him. ~ When he was told he could finally see you, his face would be pale, eyes wide as he swallowed hard and tried to still the tremors in his fingers. He'd sniff hard and take a long measured breath before entering, removing his hat and smoothing over his hair. ~ When he saw you and your child nestled against your breast, he'd pause in the entrance, his breath halting as his eyes glanced over you, his jaw hanging slack as a mountain of emotion surged through him. ~ When you ask if he wants to hold her/him, he'd stumble, his breath stuttering so much that he could only manage a nod. He'd hover close to your bedside as you handed the babe to him. ~ He'd feel awkward and unsure, but when he held the baby and placed a finger in it's hand, it would grip his finger tightly and his breath would rush from him in one harsh breath as tears misted his eyes. He'd look at you with glistening eyes and parted lips as words failed him completely. ~ Eventually he would perch on the edge of the cot, his hand looping around the back of your neck as sobs threatened to break free from his throat. He would whisper 'thank you' against your lips, sniffling back tears as he pulled back to flash you the most genuine smile you'd ever seen from him.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead fandom #arthur morgan headcanons #headcanon #character headcanons #my headcanons #my hcs #hcs #arthur morgan rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 community #dad arthur morgan #daddy arthur morgan

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big-daddys-posts · 2 days ago

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Raped

It was a warm Summer evening. The light was fast disappearing from the sky, but the heat remained, lingering in the air. Only the slightest breeze meandered through the twilight, caressing the soft lawn grass and gently rustling the leaves of the trees.

Kayla was stretched out on her bed. Her blonde hair draped over her pillow and her slim young body lay on top of the sheets, her stomach and breasts pressed firmly against the soft linen. She had one leg straight, the other bent, pulled up towards her body. Her smooth tanned skin was covered by a tight pair of white cotton panties that hugged her firm, tight ass, revealing the bottom creases of her cheeks. She wore a matching white camisole that came down halfway down her stomach leaving her midriff and lower back exposed. It clung to her toned body and wrapped seductively around her firm, b-cup breasts.

At nineteen, she was glad to be back home from her first year at college, resting on her childhood bed. She was even happier that she had the house to herself as her parents had taken a trip to Italy to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary.

The lightest gust of air pushed in through the open window and softly brushed over her smooth skin. She sighed slightly as she enjoyed the calming sensations. Her eyes were gently shut, her arms stretched lazily above her head as her face rested on the downy pillow. As the last sliver of sun slipped under the horizon, she drifted into a peaceful slumber.

Suddenly, her peaceful state was torn from her.

She felt a strong hand yank her hair, whipping her sleeping head up and back and another large hand clasped over her mouth. She yelped and her body jerked with terror as she heard a menacing, growling voice speak roughly in her ear.

"This will go much better for you if you don't make a fuckin' sound whore," a menacing voice growled in her ear.

She felt the heavy frame of a man straddling her tiny body, pinning her down, pulling her hair and denying her the ability to get away. She thrashed under him, legs kicking against the mattress, trying to use whatever leverage she could to get free.

"Hold still bitch, I'm not going to tell you again," rasped the voice. He removed his hand from her hair but kept his other hand firmly clamped over her mouth.

He felt him shift around and then a strap of cloth was dangled in front of her wide eyes that were filling with tears of terror. He quickly grabbed the other end of the cloth with his hand that was clamped on her mouth and with her mouth accessible, she attempted to scream. "Heeeeeelp," she started, but with lightning speed, her attacker grabbed her hair and shoved her face into the pillow, drowning out her attempt at salvation.

"I told you to shut the fuck up bitch. Make another sound and you'll regret it," he said, his voice filled with anger. "Are you gonna be a good little whore and keep your dirty mouth shut?"

Her head bobbed, nodding in acknowledgment.

"Good," he said and lifted her head up. He brought the strap of cloth around and wrapped it around her head, sliding it into her mouth. He tied the cloth and gagged her, denying her from speech. With her mouth bound, he grabbed her wrists with one of his big hands and held them above her head. He began to wrap rope around her wrists, binding them together. He then tied the other end to the large wooden bar that ran across her headboard. With her securely bound and gagged, he shifted off her and stood up.

She managed to peek at him from the corner of her eye. She couldn't make out much in the darkness, but she could see he was wearing a ski mask, and his eyes were visually molesting her barely covered body.

"Very nice," he growled. "I've seen you around for quite a while whore, always walking around in skimpy outfits, showing off your hot little body but turning down any guy that tries to talk to you. You are nothing more than a teasing slut and I've had enough of it. I've wanted to fuck you for a while now and tonight, I'm going to fuckin' ruin you."

Terror filled her eyes as his words sunk in. He could have been here to rob the place or something of that nature, but now his intentions were fully displayed. He had come to use her and, in her current state, she couldn't do anything about it. She twisted around on the bed, hoping that her movements would loosen the ties that bound her, but her actions only pulled the knots tighter.

"I love watching you squirm, whore. The more you writhe around, the harder I get," he laughed. He stepped up and ran his hand up the back of her beautiful legs. Her skin jumped under his fingers. She kicked her legs, trying to detach his hand from her flesh, but there was no escape. His hand traced up and grabbed her panty covered ass. He squeezed roughly, compressing the tight flesh under his palms. She whimpered as he violated her personal space.

"You won't be needing these any more," he said grabbing the waistband of her white, cotton panties and violently yanking them down her legs. She tried her best to keep her legs closed as he ripped the panties down her legs, but it was no use. He tugged and yanked till the panties reached her ankles then he pulled them from her tiny body and threw them in the corner.

He got up and knelt next to her on the bed as she wiggled around. He reached down and groped her naked ass, exploring the tight globes. As the reality of the situation sank in, tears began to fall from her eyes and sobs escaped her beautiful lips.

Then he spanked her. His hand crashing down onto her tan flesh. She yelped at the sudden, unexpected pain and the smack of skin on skin rang through the silent room.

"I told you to shut up, slut," he growled and smacked her firm ass again. Then again. Then again.

She thrashed around, trying to move her ass away from his hand, but it continued to find its target. Spank. Spank. Spank. Each smack sending a throb of pain through her body...

...and a hot pulse through her abdomen straight to her clit.

"No," she screamed at herself inside her own head, "don't get horny," but as each spank hit her, as each pulse passed through her, the heat began to ratchet upwards. "Stop, stop, stop," her mind continued with its silent pleading. But it didn't stop, it just kept on building.

How could she be turned on by this? She had not given him permission to touch her, yet her body was just reacting to this guy's hand. She silently prayed that he wouldn't notice, but she knew this was a feeble attempt. He had come to fuck her, so he was most definitely going to discover her wet pussy. Humiliation burned inside her.

He grabbed her body and flipped it over, placing her on her back; naked except for the small, tight camisole that hugged her body.

"What a dirty whore, look at you. Your nipples are rock hard. You really are a dirty fuckin' slut," he said. She couldn't help it. In addition to her pussy becoming wet, her nipples had hardened, straining against the tight material.

He reached up and roughly grabbed her breasts, squeezing them. She started to squirm. He reacted by giving them a firm slap, "Hold still, bitch."

He grabbed the sheer material at the neckline with both hands and ripped the soft covering down the middle, exposing her young, firm tits. Her nipples were perfectly round, a mixture of pink and brown and stood to his attention.

"You fuckin' like this, don't you slut," he growled. His ski mask concealed his face, but she could see his piercing blue eyes, and his mouth, which was curled up in an evil smile. He was a large man, easily over 6' tall and bulging with muscles.

He again went back to manhandling her breasts roughly and she whimpered some more, partly from fear and partly from arousal. He quickly moved his hand from her tit and smacked it across her pretty little face. "Shut. The Fuck. Up," he snarled.

She looked up at him with terrified, tear filled eyes; but he just leered over her body. He looked at her pussy, her bald, shaved pussy and drew his hand to it.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, he's going to find out how wet I am," she screamed inside her head. She clamped her legs together, but his strong hand pushed between them. His fingers went directly to her dripping snatch and curled two fingers inside her.

"You really are nothing but a dirty whore. A complete stranger is about to rape you and your pussy is just drooling all over his fingers," he laughed. The flames of humiliation seared through every part of her and tears flooded from her eyes. He began to firmly slide his fingers in and out of her hot, dripping hole. Slowly at first, sneering as he did it, then fast and hard, causing her hips to lift from the bed.

She desperately tried to suppress the throbs of pleasure that pulsed through her body, trying to stifle her moans of lust and whimpers of terror; but his grin told her that knew exactly what she was feeling.

As he fucked with one hand, he roughly undid his belt and opened his pants with the other. With the zipper down, he reached in and pulled out his erect cock. It was big, thick and veiny. Probably eight inches in length, circumcised with a large, bulbous head that sat atop the hard shaft. Pre-cum oozed from the tip.

He withdrew his fingers, and she audibly gasped at the loss, then instantly hated herself. She couldn't bare that she'd enjoyed the sensation.

With a sticky hand he removed his jeans all the way and then got back on the bed, straddling her chest and waving his large cock in her face. "I'm going to tear you up slut, I'm going to ruin your pussy for any other man that comes along," he growled. He began to slap his cock against her tear-coated face, rubbing the hot, heavy meat all over her features. She jerked her head back and forth, trying to escape the sensation. He laughed at her futile attempts and continued to slap it against her. Pre-cum leaked from the end, mixing with the tears on her cheeks.

He slapped her a few more times with his dick, "I'd love to fuck your mouth with this, but not tonight. Tonight I am going to ruin your pussy."

She continued to thrash, but he just laughed at her. "Silly little bitch, don't you get it? I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want with you. The sooner your dumb ass realizes that, the better it will be for you."

He lifted himself off her chest and flipped her little body onto her stomach. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass into the air. He slapped the pert cheeks a few times, forcing yelps from her lips. She tried to stifle them, but the pain was too much and too sudden.

He ran his fingers up and down her dribbling pussy and explored his prize. She shook her hips back and forth, trying to avoid his fingers.

"Hold still bitch or I swear to God, I will stick my cock in your ass without any fucking lube. You choose. My cock is gonna fuck something tonight before I leave. Keep still and take it in your pussy like a good little whore or keep thrashing around and I'll rip your ass open."

Terrified by the thought of having that monster cock in her asshole she froze and waited, accepting her fate.

"You're pretty smart for a dumb whore," he snickered. She felt the head of his cock press against her dripping pussy. Her body tensed in fear and her lips mouthed the word, "no" through gag. Then he grabbed her hips and pushed forcefully into her tight, wet hole. She wailed as the big cock spread open her tight little pussy, violating her without her permission. The humiliation was an inferno, blazing through every part of her. Excruciatingly hot, tense and terrible: that is what she felt as her own pussy dribbled over her rapist's cock.

He began to roughly fuck in and out of her tight, wet hole. His enormous cock plowing her tiny body. Her body was pushed forward with each of the powerful thrust. Unable to fight it back any longer, she uncontrollably moaned as she was taken by force, her pussy violated and fucked with hard, violent penetrations.

"Take that cock, you dirty little whore, I know you like it. All whores love a big cock in their dirty cunts," he taunted as he continued to pound her defenseless little body. She felt him grab her hair and yank back hard, her head pulled up and back off of the pillow as her upper body remained pushed against the bed. His hand wrapped her hair up and he held on as he continued to fuck her dripping snatch.

Pulses of pleasure forced their way through her unwilling nerve endings. The heat in her pussy started to dial upwards. She felt the unmistakable tinge of an orgasm building in her body. "Please stop responding," she pleaded with her own body, "don't let me cum like this". But there was no way to stop it. As much as it mortified her, his cock felt too good. As it drove in and out of her, she knew there was no turning back.

She inhaled loudly, her muscles involuntarily clamped down on his large cock creating a vice of hot, wet flesh around him. Her entire body tensed. Then her pussy exploded into orgasm, pulsing violently all over his dick. Her body shook as his unrelenting attack on her young pussy continued. She screamed, "no, no, no, nooooo, fuuuuuck, noooooooooooooo," she said as her mind and body was consumed by mortifying carnal bliss.

The tightness and the spasms of her pussy sent him over the edge and his cock began to blast several large spurts of hot, searing cum inside her. He roared with his release, dug his hand into her hips and gripped her hair tightly. His body tensed and tremored as his cock unleashed inside her, flooding her quivering body with his load.

He finally stopped pumping, released her hair and took his hand off of her hip. Her head slumped forward into the pillow as she panted in short, sharp breaths. His cock was still buried deep inside her and he slowly pulled it out. She gasped suddenly feeling a certain hollowness. She couldn't believe that she actually wanted him to remain inside of her... but her body kept on trembling and every second or two, her legs twitched involuntarily as horrible little aftershocks of pleasure snapped through her.

Devoid of the cock that filled her, she felt the remnants of his enormous load dribble out of her pussy and run down her inner thighs. He smacked her quivering ass and said, "I knew you'd be a good fuck."

He got off the bed and put his pants back on. He knelt back on the bed, next to her head and leaned down next to her face.

"I'll be watching you. You have no idea who I am, but I know you. If you tell anyone, you'll be sorry, whore. I can get to you anytime I want. In fact, keep your window unlocked from now on. I'll be back to use you again, so always be ready and keep your dirty pussy and ass clean for me," he said. She was staring into his piercing blue eyes as he spoke threateningly to her.

"I'm going to loosen your ropes. If you make a sound or try to call for help, I'll be back in here before anyone can come to your aid and I'll make you very sorry, do you understand, slut?" he asked.

She nodded her head, looking at him with fear in her eyes.

He loosened the ropes around her wrist, walked to the window and as he slipped out he said, "I'll be seeing you. Whore!"

With that, he was gone. She quickly released herself and untied her gag. She was breathing heavy, her body heaving with each breath, her heartbeat racing. She waited a few minutes to make sure he was gone and then quickly grabbed her phone.

She opened it up and immediately texted her boyfriend:

----- Oh my God, that was AMAZING!!!! Thank you for "raping" me. :-)

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marscardigan · 1 day ago

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family line, part i

family line masterlist

summary: falling in love with ellie was easy. it was harder to hate her once you knew she was the one hunting your sister.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: this fic doesn’t follow the original plot of the last of us part ii. canon typical violence. no use of y/n. major character death.

Screams echoed the halls. You screamed for your mother, your voice raw and desperate.

It will be just like old times, she had promised.

Just the two of you.

Your throat burned as you cried out for help, panic propelling you forward as you sprinted through the abandoned cinema. That’s when you saw her.

Your mother’s body, being devoured by infected. Her limbs twitched, still fighting to escape as her shattered voice called out your name.

You stood frozen, unable to process the horror unfolding before you. Then, instinct took over. You turned and ran, your little legs carrying you as fast as they could.

Tears blurred your vision, distorting the world around you. You didn’t stop until you crashed into a taller figure. Your sister. Her arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly as her worried voice bombarded you with questions—about Mom, about whether you were hurt, about where she was.

You didn’t answer. You just buried your face in her chest, letting yourself sob uncontrollably. She held you close, refusing to let go.

Later that day, back at home, you faced the truth. You told them what happened—that your mother wasn’t coming back because she died protecting you from the infected. Your words were choked with tears as your father pulled you into his arms, whispering that it wasn’t your fault and that he was grateful you were safe.

But you knew your father.

He cried every night before tucking you into bed, mourning his beloved wife. Abby cried too.

It isn’t your fault, hon. You were just a kid.

You were just a kid. But you knew the truth. It was your fault. You were the one who wanted to see the big screen, who ignored your mother’s warnings and opened the door crawling with infected. But you kept that to yourself.

Now, ten years later, her screams still haunted your nightmares. You woke up drenched in sweat, your skin burning. Trying not to wake Nora, you slipped out of bed and quietly left your dorm. The stadium lights were off—it must’ve been late. You made your way to your sister’s room, but just as you raised your hand to knock, you heard a muffled moan from inside.

Fucking Manny.

A voice echoed down the hallway, making you flinch. Owen.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be asleep?"

"So should you," you retorted, avoiding his gaze. Why did he always have to sound like that? That stern tone reminded you too much of your father.

"I’m guarding this floor, smart-ass."

"Well... I was looking for Abby."

Even from a distance, you saw his expression shift. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice your red eyes or shaking hands.

"Come on. I’ll show you where she’s sleeping."

Owen didn’t ask why you needed your sister. Over the years, he’d learned to respect the bond between you two. And although he often voiced his concerns to Abby about how dependent you’d become on her, she always shut him down, fiercely protective.

The walk was silent. He glanced at you a few times, but you were too exhausted to care about his concern. All you wanted was to be with your sister.

Owen stopped outside a dimly lit room, his hand resting on the door frame. "She’s in here," he whispered, his voice softened by an unusual gentleness. "I’ll be around here if you need anything."

You gave a quick nod, not trusting your voice to stay steady. He lingered for a moment before walking away, his footsteps fading down the hall.

Taking a deep breath, you quietly pushed the door open. The room was small and sparsely furnished, but the faint moonlight spilling through the window made it feel safe. Abby was sprawled on the couch, her body tangled in the sheets, blonde hair tousled across her face.

For a moment, you just stood there, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. It was a sight that brought back memories of nights spent curled up beside her, when she was the only thing that could chase away the nightmares.

You closed the door softly behind you, shuffling across the floor with practiced silence. As you stood by the couch, your shoulders started to shake, the weight of the nightmare pressing down on you again. The screams echoed in your mind, relentless and cruel.

"Abby…" Your voice came out as a broken whisper. "Please… I need you."

Her eyes fluttered open, groggy and unfocused at first. But the second she saw you standing there, trembling and small, she was wide awake. She sat up instantly, her arms reaching out. "Oh, bug, come here."

You didn’t hesitate. You crawled into the couch, letting her wrap you up in a tight embrace. Her warmth surrounded you, grounding you, anchoring you back to the present.

She stroked your hair, her fingers gentle and soothing. "Another nightmare?"

You nodded against her shoulder, unable to speak as the tears started to flow. She held you tighter, her chin resting on your head. "It’s okay. I’ve got you."

Her words were a soft murmur, but they cut through the terror, easing the knot of fear in your chest. She started to rock you slowly, the rhythm steady and familiar. It didn't matter how many years passed, because Abby would still choose this over and over again. She ignored her heart pounding in her chest, the anxiety creeping in, because in her eyes, you were eight again, covered in your mother's blood, and begging for your big sister.

“I’m here,” she whispered, her voice fierce with determination. “Nothing’s gonna hurt you. Not while I’m here.”

The room was quiet except for your shaky breaths and her steady heartbeat. Abby’s grip was strong, unyielding, as if she could shield you from every shadow that haunted your dreams.

Her fingers continued to trace comforting patterns along your back, her presence easing the burning ache in your chest. “You’re safe. I promise.”

Your breathing began to slow, the tears finally subsiding. You pressed closer to her, letting her warmth lull you into a sense of security.

Abby shifted, pulling the blanket over both of you. “Close your eyes,” she murmured, her lips brushing the top of your head. “I’ll be right here when you wake up. I promise.”

Her steady heartbeat thumped beneath your ear, and for the first time that night, the screams began to fade. You closed your eyes, her promise echoing softly in your mind.

And this time, the darkness felt just a little less frightening.

Your room was a mess of wires, gears, and half-finished gadgets. Sparks flew as you twisted a screw into place, securing the casing of your latest creation. The metallic shell gleamed under the dim light, and you couldn’t help but grin. Just a few more tweaks, and this smoke bomb would be perfect.

The world always felt quieter when you were working on something—when your hands were busy, and your mind was racing with ideas.

A soft knock pulled you from your concentration. You looked up just as Abby stepped into the room.

"Hey bug," she said, her voice careful, gentle. Too gentle. "Got a minute?"

You set down the screwdriver, nodding at her.

Abby hesitated, her eyes scanning the cluttered room before resting on you. "You’ve been busy," she noted, nodding to the gadgets scattered across your desk. "This one’s new?"

You followed her gaze, your chest warming with pride. "Yeah. It’s a smoke bomb. Should cover about ten yards in thick smoke."

Abby smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "You’re brilliant, you know that?"

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, but before you could reply, her expression darkened. She leaned against the door frame, crossing her arms tightly. "We found him." Her voice was quiet, cautious. "Joel."

Your heart skipped, the name echoing in your mind. You swallowed, looking away. "Oh."

"He’s in Jackson," she continued, "we’re sure this time. It’s really him."

You turned the smoke bomb over in your hands, tracing the grooves in the metal. You knew this day would come sooner or later, and asking if she was going after him was pointless.

"Please don't go" was all you whispered.

Abby was always the strong and fearless one, and she'd been fighting for a long time. No one could change her mind on anything, not Owen or even her dad when he was there. Only you could do that. You were her weakness, her Achilles' heel.

But this was different, and you knew it.

"Please" you repeated, getting close to her.

Abby avoided your pleading eyes, and put her hands on your shoulders. "We're leaving tonight. Get your stuff ready."

You sank into her embrace, heart pounding as the weight of her decision settled over you.

The air was heavy with tension as you paced the old, creaking floorboards of the abandoned house near Jackson. Your gadgets were laid out on the table, half-assembled bombs and tools scattered in organized chaos, but your mind was elsewhere.

Abby had disappeared at dawn without a word.¡, and even if her friends tried to calm you down countless times, you knew something was wrong. You knew your sister, and even if she was impulsive, she was also cautious. She wouldn't take this long.

Manny’s voice broke the silence. "Relax, she’ll be fine. She’s Abby."

You hugged your knees to your chest, perched on the torn couch, unable to shake the unease. "She should’ve told me where she was going."

Nora shot Manny a look, then sat beside you, her hand warm on your shoulder. "She’ll be back soon. Just… try to breathe, okay?"

Hours passed, and Abby finally came back. With company, two men. The first—a lean man with salt-and-pepper hair and piercing eyes—had his hands tied behind his back, blood dripping from a cut on his brow. The second was older, his graying hair matted with snow. He stood tall despite the bruises forming on his face.

You ignored them at first, running towards your sister and hugging her tight. "You scared the shit outta me."

But Abby didn't hug you back, she moved you softly, pushing you aside. "I know."

You could feel something was wrong as you started biting your nails.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Owen whispered to Abby, unaware of you looking at them. They left seconds after, and your anxiety just worsened up. Everyone chose to follow them, so you did the same. One of the males kept talking to Mel, who kindly answered his questions. The other one, though, kept his mouth shut, his body not relaxing for a second.

"So how long you all been here?"

"Since yesterday." Jordan answered.

"And what are y'all doing out this way?" The other man asked, standing in the center of the room.

You stayed close to the door, not liking the scenario in front of you.

"Oh" Jordan moved closer to Abby. "We're just passing through. You two live nearby?"

"We do. A few hours down the hill. Y'all should come back with us. Restock before you head out."

Mel stayed by your side, crossing her arms. "Appreciate it. I'm Mel, by the way."

The woman moved close to the guy, who shook his hand back. "Tommy. And this is my brother."

"Joel."

Your heart stopped beating then. The environment of the room changed. Everyone seemed to get it, and all of them tensed.

"Y'all act like you've heard of us or somethin'."

Abby’s face twisted, her knuckles turning white around the gun. "That's because they have." In one swift motion, she raised the shotgun and fired right by Joel's knee.

The blast echoed through the room, and Joel’s leg buckled, blood spraying across the floor as he collapsed with a cry of pain.

Your body moved on instinct, stumbling backward until you hit the wall. Your pulse raced, the room spinning as you watched Abby advance on him, her face a mask of fury.

“NO!” Tommy shouted, struggling against his bindings, but two of Abby’s people held him back.

"Get the other one!" Owen screamed back.

Nora acted swiftly and smashed her gun right above his head, knocking him down instantly.

You weren't used to all this violence, and suddenly an urge to throw up overtook you. Why this felt bad? You felt sick.

"Nora? All clear?"

The girl aimed at the man still, looking out at Owen. "He's out."

Now it was Abby's turn to talk, her voice steady. "Put him against the wall."

“Abby, stop!” you got closer to her, even if your legs threatened to stop walking. “What… what are you doing?”

She didn’t look at you, her focus locked on Joel as he writhed on the floor, clutching his shattered leg. "Tommy..."

Two men grabbed Joel's body and pushed him hard against the wall, just as Abby ordered, ignoring the threats that came out of his mouth. The blonde knelt down in front of him, gaze cold. "Joel Miller..."

The man didn’t flinch, his gaze steady as he looked her in the eye. "Who are you?"

Abby’s expression twisted with rage, as her voice shattered. "Guess."

Silence became present inside the suffocating basement.

"Why don't you say whatever speech you've got rehearsed and get this over with."

Abby stood up as she gave the shotgun to Owen, not daring to look at you when she whispered to Mel, "Tourniquet his leg."

Mel stayed still, looking at the blonde confused. Your voice was low when you called your sister name, "Ab-"

"Do it!"

Even Owen looked at her with mixed emotions. But Abby ignored it, and grabbed a golf club. Your nails digger harder and deeper into your palms, suddenly unviable to breathe.

"Don't you fuckin' move."

Mel did as Abby said, even with Joel cursing under his breath.

"Clear out."

Your chest tightened, panic surging through you as the reality of the situation crashed down. "Abby." you warned again, your vision blurry.

Her shoulders stiffened, her jaw clenched. For a moment, you thought she might listen. But then she turned, her eyes cold and empty. "You stupid old man..." she hissed, her voice trembling. "You don't get to rush this."

She hit hard at Joel's leg, making him scream in agony.

"ABBY!" You stumbled forward, your arms reaching out, fingers just grazing her sleeve before Manny’s hands gripped you, yanking you back.

“No! Let me go!” You cried out, tears streaming down your face. “Abby, don’t do this! Please!” Your voice was broken, shattered by fear and grief. “Just let him go!”

But Abby didn’t turn around, she didn't want to face you right now, the golf club trembling in her white-knuckled grip. You should've stayed home, she should've known this would be too much for you.

"Manny. Get her out of here." Her voice wasn't even heard with Joel's grunts.

Manny stepped forward, his face conflicted.

"Now!" Abby’s voice cracked, raw with emotion. "Lock her upstairs. Don’t let her out until I’m done."

Your chest tightened, panic surging through you. "No, no, no! Abby, please!” You reached for her, but Manny grabbed your arms, pulling you back.

You fought against him, kicking and screaming, but his grip was tight and strong. "I’m sorry, pequeña. I really am," he muttered, "But Abby’s gotta do this."

He dragged you toward the staircase as you screamed, your voice echoing off the walls. "Abby! Don’t do this! Please!"

The last thing you saw before Manny pulled you upstairs was the club coming down, a sickening crack echoing through the house.

The door slammed shut, and Manny locked it with a click. You collapsed against the wall, your body shaking with sobs. You could still hear the screams below as you covered your ears, rocking back and forth as the world crumbled around you.

You'd thought this would bring you relief, justice, maybe even peace. But as you heard every loud thud beneath you, all you felt was horror.

That woman wasn't your sister, the one who held you close and sang stupid pop songs to make you smile, who'd stay awake with you even if that meant she wouldn't sleep at all.

Suddenly, you were in a house full of strangers, full of people blinded by pain and vengeance. You closed your eyes, trying to not suffocate yourself into madness, but you could still see Joel's blood splattered on the walls.

You fell asleep crying not much later.

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danny-doodles · 2 days ago

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A 1k steddie ficlet I wrote based on an idea of mine and I delivered it to twt so I thought I should post it here too lol. If the formatting is wrong or it has typos just shhhhh

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For about what felt like the millionth time in his ten long years of life Eddie Munson was wishing to be anywhere but school.

The experience of getting bullied was nothing compared to the humiliation of Valentine’s Day. It was no secret the Munsons weren’t the richest but the crappy capitalist holiday made it clear, while everyone else in his class had pretty pink and red cards with some dumb sucker attached, Eddie came empty handed. Before moving in with Wayne Eddie might have been mad about not having anything to pass out cause Dad made another mistake, but with Uncle Wayne he wasn’t upset. Money was already tight before Eddie came along, and it didn’t matter really to him anyway. Wasn’t like anyone in his class wanted one from him, being the poor kid who got held back caused his pool of friends to be lacking.

With his chin on the desk, Eddie watched as the students before him got called to pass around their grams. And every time without fail they skipped putting any in his valentines box. It’s the same thing that happened every year before, his title of weirdo getting broadcasted to other students like a warning that screamed, “Interact with him and you will become an outcast too.” Even after experiencing it year after year it always hurt.

The teacher continued to call the names and with every pass Eddie felt the familiar burn of holding back tears, the embarrassment increasing. Right as he was about to hide his head in his arms to allow some tears to escape he saw a motion he hadn’t seen before.

A hand putting a card in his box. Dumb lollipop and everything.

Eddie quickly looked to see who was attached to the hand and found a sight he never expected.

Steve Harrington smiling down at him.

Just as quick as he arrived, Steve moved on to continue putting the cards in the other students boxes but that didn’t matter to Eddie. No, all that mattered was the fact Steve Harrington gave Eddie Munson a valentines card. A boy with shiny hair and the most picture perfect smile gave the trailer park trash a gram.

Trying to be subtle, Eddie grabbed the box on his desk to get the card, not like a miracle was going to happen twice in one day. Gently pulling the sole gram out Eddie read what it said, “Right Off The Bat Valentine You Made A Hit With Me,” with the text was the image of a black bear dressed as a baseball player using a bat. Eddie looked back up to Steve’s seat and watched as Steve sat back down and resumed whatever task the teacher had given to pass the time.

Eddie had avoided looking at Harrington or any of his friends for too long in fear of what would come from his stares and he liked walking home not bruised physically or mentally thank you very much. While staring at Steve, Eddie started to think back to all his interactions with the boy with the pretty dots.

Steve himself had never said something mean to Eddie, never laid a finger on him or anything. Sure he didn’t stop his friends from doing so, but Eddie swore he could see a look of displeasure on Harrington’s face sometimes. One time, Steve even tried to help Eddie salvage some drawings Tommy had ripped apart. It was a lost cause, and the moment Hagan called his name Steve softly apologized and raced back to the freckle faced jerk, but it was the thought that counts.

So busy reminiscing Eddie didn’t even notice the teacher skipping his name when it came to the M’s portion. Eddie didn’t notice much else that day unless it included Steve.

When Eddie got back home he carefully zipped open his banged up backpack and grabbed out the gram. Chucking his bag to the floor without looking, Eddie walked to his is room, successfully dodging the door frame he just barely noticed. He ran, and after aggressively kicking off his shoes jumped onto the bed. With his hands raised in the air Eddie locked his sight on the card. As more images of Steve popped into his mind Eddie could feel his smile taking over his face. He felt like a shaken soda ready to burst, he was ready to explode due to all the excitement. The butterflies in his stomach were at critical capacity, he couldn’t help but giggle as he drew the card to his chest and clung onto it.

When Wayne came home he found Eddie lying on his bed kicking his feet in the air, tracing the words on the card with a smile showing off his dimples. When Wayne knocked on the frame Eddie shot up like a rocket, “Uncle Wayne! I got one!!” Eddie scrambled to get off his bed while ensuring the gram didn’t get damaged. “Look Uncle Wayne I actually got one!!”

Wayne put his hand on Eddie’s head to stop him from running right into him then moved his hand the his shoulder, “You got one what?” Eddie shoved the card into Wayne’s face, ”A Valentine’s Day card!” Eddie brought the card back down and went back to staring at it, “Ive never gotten one before.” While Eddie was softly smiling down at the gram he missed the frown cross Wayne’s face. Kid was excited like he won a million dollars, all over something that other kids would take for granted ninety nine percent of the time.

“Well kid, that sounds mighty kind of them. Who gave it to ya?”

“Steve Harrington!” Simply saying the name caused Eddie to start dancing on his feet as he started waving the card around. Wayne couldn’t quite believe his ears, a Harrington doing something nice to a boy like Eddie seemed unlikely.

“Really now, little Harrington gave you it?”

“Mhm,” Eddie aggressively shook his head up and down and started cradling the card to his chest as he continued, “He smiled at me and everything, and he actually is really sweet, I mean clearly cause he gave me a card, but he actually helped me against some bullies, well he tried to, but its the thought that counts! And I mean it really checks out he would be nice, he’s like a carbon copy of a prince from a fairytale with his shiny hair and-“

“Alighty son I get your point,” Wayne said while letting a small chuckle out. Eddie was twirling a piece of his hair with a finger and his face grew as red as a sunburn while he babbled on about Steve Harrington. Wayne knew later on he would have to talk to Eddie about how people may react to him calling another boy beautiful but for now he could enjoy Eddie’s reaction to a having a crush. Laying his hand back on Eddie’s head he ruffled his curls causing giggles to pour out of the boy while he cried uncle.

“Sounds like a real charmer, I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks Uncle Wayne. Oh! Do you think you could help me keep it safe, I don’t want to damage it.”

“Sure kid, let’s get this little card a proper home.” After giving Eddie the rest of the day to smile sweetly at the card they found the perfect spot for the card. All throughout middle and high school that card would remain there, a reminder of a time Eddie experienced any sort of kindness in the shit show that is Hawkins.

It would stay there until it was finally time for Eddie to leave the nest. With a subtle smile on his face Wayne watched as Eddie turned pink while talking to his boyfriend/soon to be roommate Steve Harrington, in his hands the small little card. Faded with time but still clear enough to tell the basics. Wayne watched as a large smile grew on Steve’s face, a look of pure adoration aimed at Wayne’s nephew. When Eddie finished talking from behind his curtain of hair Steve pulled him in and started leaving quicks kisses all over Eddie’s face.

Wayne watched as the couple giggled at each other and saw Eddie gently place the card into a small box holding other photos and keep sakes, a reminder of where their story began.

#my writing #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things

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woozinhos · 2 days ago

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Hey! Can we get more about jongho like fluff or smut, just more about him 😭🙏🏽

Prove it, Right now

Notes: stop this so good hope you enjoy guys

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You were hanging out with the members of Ateez, chatting and laughing when the topic of sex came up. Jongho, who had been mostly quiet, suddenly spoke up. "You guys think I'm not good in bed?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice. The others chuckled and exchanged glances. "Well, we've never seen you with anyone," Wooyoung said with a smirk. "So we can only assume."

Jongho's jaw clenched, clearly frustrated by their teasing. He looked at you, his eyes locking onto yours. "What do you think, Y/N?" he asked. "Do you think I'm good in bed?" You felt a shiver run down your spine as Jongho looked at you expectantly. You knew he was waiting for your answer, and you couldn't help but feel a little turned on by his intensity.

"I think you're good in bed," you said, trying to sound casual. The other members snickered and made jokes, but Jongho didn't take his eyes off of you. He stood up and walked over to you, his gaze burning with desire.

"I will," he said firmly. "Right now." The room fell silent as Jongho grabbed your hand and led you out of the room. The other members looked stunned, clearly not expecting him to make a move so quickly. Once you were alone, Jongho pushed you against the wall and kissed you hungrily. His hands roamed over your body, his touch possessive and needy.

"They don't know what they're talking about," he growled against your lips. "I'll show you just how good I am." You were surprised by Jongho's sudden boldness, but you couldn't deny the way your body was responding to his touch. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, matching his intensity.

"Jongho, wait," you gasped, trying to catch your breath. "What about the others?" He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "Let them wonder," he murmured. "I don't care about them right now. I only care about you." Jongho's eyes darkened with determination as he continued to caress you. "I'm going to make you scream my name," he promised. "I'm going to make you forget all about the others and only think about me."

He laid you down on the bed and climbed on top of you, his body pressing against yours. Jongho kissed you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he dominated the kiss. His hands roamed over your body, teasing and touching you in all the right places. He pulled away from the kiss and began to undress, his eyes never leaving yours. You watched as he stripped down to his boxers, your eyes tracing the lines of his toned muscles.

"You're staring," he said with a smirk, noticing your gaze. "Do you like what you see?" You nodded, unable to look away from him. "You're so hot," you breathed, your voice filled with desire. Jongho chuckled and leaned down to kiss you again, his body now fully pressed against yours. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and you couldn't help but grind against him.

"Patience," he chided, his hands gripping your hips to hold you still. "I'm in charge here." Jongho chuckled again, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Surprised, huh?" he said, a sly smile on his face. "I told you I'd show you how good I am." He reached down and tugged your pants off, leaving you in just your underwear. He ran his fingers over the lace fabric, his touch sending shivers through you.

"These are cute," he murmured, his eyes darkening with lust. "But they need to come off too." You gasped as Jongho tore your underwear off, the sound of the fabric tearing sending a thrill through you. He tossed the ruined garment aside and spread your legs wide, exposing you completely.

"No bra either," he said, his eyes raking over your naked body. "You're such a naughty girl." Jongho positioned himself between your legs, his cock hard and throbbing. He reached down and ran a finger through your wetness, groaning at how wet you were.

"You're so wet for me," he growled. "I bet I could just slide right in." Jongho teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, rubbing it against your slick folds. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"Tell me you want me," he demanded. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"Please," you moaned, your hips bucking up against him. "I want you so bad, Jongho. I need you to fuck me." He smirked, clearly pleased with your response. "Good girl," he said, before thrusting into you in one swift motion.

You cried out as he filled you, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. He was bigger than you expected, and it felt like he was hitting all the right spots. Jongho didn't give you any time to adjust, immediately setting a brutal pace as he pounded into you. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, holding you in place as he fucked you hard and fast. You clawed at the sheets, trying to hold onto something as Jongho relentlessly drove into you. His hips snapped against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"You feel so good," he grunted, his eyes locked on yours. "You're taking me so well. Such a good girl."

"Let them hear you," Jongho growled, his thrusts becoming even harder. "Let them hear how much you're enjoying this. I want them to know that I'm the one making you scream." You couldn't help but obey, your moans and cries growing louder with each thrust. You didn't care if the other members heard you, all you cared about was the pleasure Jongho was giving you.

"That's it," he praised, his voice rough with exertion. "Louder. Let them know who you belong to." Your moans echoed through the room, mingling with the sound of Jongho's grunts and the creaking of the bed. You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind blank except for thoughts of Jongho and how good he was making you feel.

"You're going to come," he said, his pace becoming erratic. "I can feel it. Come for me, Y/N. Come on my cock." His words pushed you over the edge, and you came hard, screaming his name as your body shook with the force of your orgasm. Your walls clenched around him, milking his cock as he continued to thrust into you. Jongho followed soon after, groaning as he spilled his seed deep inside you. He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily as you came down from your high. Jongho buried his face in the crook of your neck, his chest heaving against yours. He placed soft kisses on your skin, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"You were amazing," he said, his voice filled with awe. "I knew you would be." Jongho pulled out of you and stood up, a satisfied smirk on his face. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and quickly cleaned himself up before handing it to you.

"Let's get back out there," he repeated, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I want them to see you, all marked up and fucked out." You blushed at his words, but you couldn't deny how hot the idea was. You took the towel and cleaned yourself up, then got dressed in your clothes from earlier. As you walked out of the bedroom, you could feel Jongho's eyes on you, his gaze burning with possessiveness. The other members were waiting for you in the living room, and when they saw you, their eyes widened in shock.

San's jaw dropped as he took in your disheveled appearance, his eyes flicking between you and Jongho. "Damn," he muttered, clearly impressed. Yunho whistled lowly. "You look like you had a good time," he teased. Jongho wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. "I told you I can fuck good, just look at her.”

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pengmar · 23 hours ago

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the love that was once ours -

jason todd x reader (1.4k wc)

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐡𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬!! 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞…😜. 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 (𝐢 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭—𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤!) 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊. 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝟖𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 ☺️. 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡—𝐢’𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨! 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 & 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞!! 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 🥹💖

(𝐩.𝐬. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫í𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐜 𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐲𝐞☺️)

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“I’ll always be yours.”

He could still feel the whisper of those words, ghosting over his skin every night he sleeps in the bed that was once shared. He thought that after everything that happened, it would be more relieving for him. After all, he never once believed that he was worthy of love. Not when he didn’t love himself. He was left with the absence of affection, too confused and scared of commitment.

Not even when he somehow ended up with you—his saving grace. The beginning of everything, perfect. Shy glances, hesitant smiles, his warm calloused hands holding yours. It was all he could’ve dreamed of. Yet even in the best moments, the self doubt and fear began to make its way into his mind again. Thinking it was for the best, he slowly and painfully began to push himself away. After all, who would’ve dealt with the mess he’d been perceived for his entire life? Just for a relationship, he just wanted you to be with the best. It was the least you deserved.

Yet even with the ghost of you running your fingers through his hair, it wasn’t enough to heal the aching in his heart. No, it was nothing compared to the real thing. Not even when he balls his fists into his blankets, eyes brimmed with the tears he’s held in since that day. He can still hear you, smell you close, feel your hair tickling his neck when he holds you close. But he knows you’re not here anymore. It’s for the best, he says to himself. But even his words can’t stop the tears that fall every night.

—

You scream happily as Jason splashes the cool water on you, the ocean breeze blowing through the two of you. “Jay! Knock it off!” You yelped, giggling as you splashed him back.

He smiled back, rare yet genuine. Maybe it was the cool December that day, or just the way you looked with your smile he could never forget. The two of you decided to take a day trip to another city for the day, to celebrate your year-long anniversary together. It’s not like you had a whole lot of time to leave the city, considering you had your own career to pursue. Jason had his night ‘job’: beating up criminals in the night of Gotham.

But to take a day vacation like this, for you, was something he never thought he’d need.

The two of you had your splashing contest, your laughter and his washing out with the crashing waves. The setting sun glimmered on the water, crystal clear, the fresh water making your teeth chatter. The sea foam scattered across the sand like the stars in the night, soon to be seen by the two of you.

“If I get sick I’m 100% blaming it on you.” You grinned, rolling your sweatpants back to your ankles. It wasn’t too much of a cold December day, so the two of you decided to at least dip your feet in the water.

“Oh yeah? So I’m the one who’s getting blamed?” He sarcastically asked, raising a brow. “Says the one who proposed the great idea of getting our feet in the water.” He jokingly added.

You let out a laugh, sliding your warm socks back on your feet. “I saw in an article that leaving your feet in cold water helps your blood circulation—so thank me later.” You smiled, helping Jason out of the water.

“Besides—the only bad thing is you splashing me with water! Now that’ll actually get me sick.” You grinned, messing around with your snarky boyfriend.

Jason nudged you playfully, jokingly about to push you into the water in reply. Instead, you giggled and chased him around the sand. He laughed happily, his eyes warm and soft.

Even in the bed you shared with him that night, watching some random TV show, wearing his clothes, just felt right. The exhaustion of being in the water for practically the entire day started to hit, your eyes fluttering shut as he held you close.

“I love you—y’know that?” You hummed into his chest, your arms squeezing him a bit tighter than before.

He hummed back in acknowledgment, pressing his lips to your hair to give you a gentle kiss. “I love you more,” he whispers your name, his eyes drooping. “More than anything.” He adds, giving your body one last squeeze as the two of you drifted to sleep.

Even after that memorable day, you’d always wait for him every night. The creaking of the floorboards, going up the stairs to his apartment. Waiting outside his door when he started to get a bit tired from everything. You’d always be there to hold him, listen to his heart beat for you.

Wearing his favorite sweater as you looked at the sunset, waiting for him to come back from missions or whatever he had to do. It was still cold during that time, your breaths puffing out like the cigarettes you used to smoke.

It was practically second nature for you to do, wait. Wait for Jason to come back, waiting for him to come clean about what’s going on in his mind, waiting for him to look at you with that loving gaze you fell in love with.

But you got tired of waiting.

He stopped updating you about everything, his messages becoming drier and shorter by the day. He began hiding things from you, reciprocating less of the gentle love he used to give you.

And as much as you loved him, you knew that this was for the better. You had gotten a new job opportunity across the country, and as much as you loved Jason, maybe it was time for a break. Something to stop the pain in your heart.

Even when you brought it up to him, his eyes slightly widened. He looked away, fidgeting with his hands. He awkwardly said you should go, that maybe you’d be happier.

Why couldn’t you be happier with him?

Although you really didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to hear him say it. It can’t be that easy, his words shattering the last broken pieces of your heart you desperately stuck together for him. His eyes and words were distant, Jason’s back on you as he walked away.

This would be the end of everything. Your everything. The future you would dream of as you watched him sleep, a family, you thought. You’d settle down together, a nice house near the beach so you’d both swim together every day. And a daughter, who’d look exactly like him. His temper, smile, sensitivity. Would’ve been cute.

As you said your last goodbye to him, his expression was unreadable. There were hints of hesitation in his eyes, yet his body language was still distant. The two of you didn’t exchange any words, merely a look of understanding that this could be the last time you’d see each other.

“..I’ll always be yours, Jason.” You whispered to him, hugging him tight. It was the promise you made to him everyday, never breaking it. Up until now.

“..Good luck out there.” He murmured, his voice slightly trembling.

He held you tight in that moment, hands slightly trembling on your skin. Jason placed one last kiss on your forehead, the warmth he once held replaced by your absence as you left.

You smiled to yourself of the times you had together, before reality had hit the two of you. The waves of the ocean, the endless possibilities you would’ve had together, his smile, eyes, kisses, touch, everything. Your everything, gone without a single tear.

—

He didn’t want to be fair anymore, not to himself or whatever stupid thoughts he had. Just for this once, for this moment, he just wanted to be selfish.

So he ran, somewhere to at least get to have the memories of you in his mind. He ended up on his rooftop, the night sky matching the same one from the night on the beach. He couldn’t control the tears falling from his eyes, nor the desperate sobs he let out as he dropped to his knees.

There it was. Jason’s and your initials carved into the ground, surrounded with a messy heart you did yourself. Remembering your giggles as you messily made it, your soft kisses, everything.

So he did the only thing he could do. Call you.

He let the phone ring. Once, twice.

For the rest of the lonely night, holding on to the hope that maybe—just maybe you’d reassure him like all those other nights in the past.

But he knew at that moment, that those nights of reassurance were gone. And so were you.

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#jason todd #jason todd x reader #dc comics #dc fanfic #batfam #jason todd fanfiction #red hood #jason todd angst #angst fic #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x fem!reader #idk how to tag this

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girlinaboxx · 2 hours ago

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what happened after the explosion..// sevika x reader ﹒₊‧ ﹒𓆩 𓆪﹒₊ ﹒﹒

this is just a ramble, a short story—whatever you want to call it. no major warnings, just heavy angst.

you were losing your mind.

it was nearly 4 AM, and she still wasn’t home. six hours late. that wasn’t just late—it was unheard of. sevika was always late, sure, but never this late. maybe you were overthinking it. maybe you were being too naïve, too soft, too you to understand the kind of life she led.

but then again, maybe you weren’t.

a thousand thoughts raced through your head, each worse than the last. had a deal gone wrong? was there a fight? had someone stronger—meaner—finally taken her down? you tried to push those thoughts away, but they sank their claws in deep, festering, growing roots inside your chest. you had called. you had texted. hell, you had even stood by the door, keys in hand, heart in your throat, seriously considering breaking the one rule she made crystal clear:

“if i ever saw you at any of Silco’s— i will wreck your shit.”

a direct order. one you weren’t stupid enough to disobey. but if she didn’t show up in the next hour, you didn’t care.

then, just as your panic was reaching its breaking point, the front door creaked open.

relief flooded through you for exactly one second. then you saw her.

sevika wasn’t alone.

she wasn’t standing.

she wasn’t okay.

deckard stood in the doorway, her massive, half-conscious body draped over his arms. he looked at you like he was waiting for something, maybe for you to freak out, maybe for you to do something—but you couldn’t move. you couldn’t breathe.

because your baby was broken.

her shoulder was a mess of blood-soaked bandages and metal clamps, barely holding together the raw, exposed wound. she was awake, but only barely—bleary-eyed and exhausted, her head lolling against deckard’s chest. you’d never seen her look so small before. so… defenseless.

you wanted to scream. to cry. to shake her, demand what the hell happened, why she let this happen—why she always had to come home in pieces. but there was no time for any of that. you needed to pull yourself together. you needed to be strong. For her.

deckard didn’t say a word as he carried her inside, setting her down carefully on your couch before stepping back. you barely registered the sound of him leaving, the door clicking shut behind him. the apartment was quiet, except for her breathing—shaky, uneven, pained.

you dropped to your knees beside her, hands hovering over her as if she were made of glass.

she cracked one swollen eye open, her lips twitching like she was about to smirk, about to throw out some cocky remark to make you feel better. but nothing came.

instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

and then, for the first time in two years of loving her, sevika cried.

she buried her face against your chest, her broad shoulders trembling. tears—real tears—hot and silent, soaking into your skin. it shattered something inside you, something you hadn’t even realized could break.

you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, cradling her like she was something precious, something fragile—something human.

you stayed like that for an hour. maybe longer. just rocking her gently, pressing trembling kisses against her temple, whispering things you weren’t even sure made sense. she never cried out loud, but you felt every sob against your chest as she soaked it in tears, in the way her grip on your shirt tightened to the point of tearing.

finally, she spoke.

“i can’t hold you like I truly want now..”

and just like that.. you heard your heart shatter, your fingers threaded through her hair, your lips brushing over her damp forehead.

“you still have me.”

and you meant it. every word.

no matter how many pieces she came home in, no matter how much she thought she lost—she still had you.

always.

#sevika #arcane sevika #sevika arcane #sevika x fem!reader #sevika x you #sevika x y/n #sevika x female reader #sevika x reader #arcane #vi arcane #caitlyn arcane #arcane vi #vi #vi x reader

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cherryblossomcowgirl · 2 days ago

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The Bodyguard part 3

WC: 1.4k

Warnings: Age gap; mentions of smut; light smut; FLUFF; ANGST; unrequited love

TAGS: @skyehuntress

I stand there frozen, shocked by the words that just came out of Jake’s mouth. Part of me wonders if he is messing with me, but he looks serious as a heart attack. I muster up all of my courage, “So take me.” Jake pauses. One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. He murmurs, “Fuck it.” His lips crash into mine. One hand is on my lower back, while the other is tangled in my hair. My body feels like fireworks are going off inside of it. Warmth spreads from my head to my toes. The kiss is intoxicating. All consuming. His hand moves down, grabbing my ass and I moan, “Jake.” He freezes and pulls back, “You said my name.” A blush spreads across my cheeks, “I’m sorry…” I am cut off by his lips meeting mine. He bites my lower lip and I whisper his name again. Something inside of him lights up. He picks me up by my thighs and I wrap my legs around his waist. My hands explore him, moving from his chiseled abs to his muscular arms. In a moment of boldness, my hand travels down to his belt. Jake puts his hand on mine, “Sweetheart, you’re killing me.” I pout, “I want you.” He smirks, “Not like this, okay?” I run my hand over his chest, “Please?” Jake sighs, “One step at a time. Come here.” He pulls me back in. His lips are soft and taste like the coffee he was drinking when I walked in. My phone ringing brings me back down to Earth. Jake picks it up off the desk, chuckling when he sees who it is. I hide my face in my hands, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He holds back his laugh as I answer. “Hey Glen! … I am sorry, something came up. … Oh, he did? …. Oh wow. … yeah, uh, my dress is, uh, navy blue. I can send a photo. … Okay, well I will see you then! … Oh, yeah, just some security things with Mr. Seresin. … You too, bye.” Jake’s eyes search mine as my phone rings again, this time it is my Father. “Hi! … Yes sir. … Mhmm. … I’ll see you then. … Love you too.” I untangle myself from Jake and sigh. Worry spreads across his face, “What’s wrong?” My eyes water, “The Presidential ball is in two days and my Father invited Glen to be my date.”

Jake’s body stiffens and he nods, “Okay Ms. Y/l/n. I’ll finish writing up the plans for the trip to DC and I will have them for you in the morning.” My brow furrows, “So that’s it?” His jaw tightens, “I shouldn’t have crossed that line. I apologize.” A tear rolls down my cheek, “Goodnight, Mr. Seresin.”

*2 days later*

The ride to D.C. is silent. All I can think about is Jake’s mouth and hands being on me. There’s a tightness in my chest. Jake clears his throat, “10 minutes out, Ms. Y/l/n. The stylists are set up and ready for you when we arrive.” I stare out the window, fighting the tears back. When we pull up to the White House, I rush to my room. My best friend is standing there, looking through the rack of dresses. I scream, “Pen?!” She smiles, “Couldn’t miss the ball, even though the flight from London felt like eternity.” I wrap her in a hug. Jake wheels in my bags and she glances over, “Who is that?” “Bodyguard.” Penelope giggles, “He could guard me anytime. De-lic-ious.” I roll my eyes and Jake walks over, checking his watch, “You have 2 hours. Your Father has asked you and Glen to walk in the processional.” He does a horrible job of hiding his distaste for Glen when saying his name. My heart is hopeful, praying it was jealousy and he would admit last night wasn’t a mistake. I keep my face neutral, “Thank you, Mr. Seresin. I will let you know when I am ready.” He nods and heads into the hallway. Pen leans over and whispers, “Something must’ve happened because that tension is otherworldly.” I sigh, “You have no idea, Pen.”

After being poked and prodded by 4 stylists, I am finally ready. Pen kisses my cheek, “You’re stunning. See you down there?” I nod, “Love you. Thank you for coming.” She smiles, heading out the door. I take a moment in the quiet of my room. There’s a knock, “Ms. Y/l/n? Are you ready?” “I have 5 more minutes!” Jake walks in, “Are you okay?” My face is buried in my hands, “Don’t ask me that like you care, Mr. Seresin. I would just like 4 more minutes of peace before I am surrounded by cameras and people.” He clears his throat, “I do care, Ms. Y/l/n.” I laugh, “Mr. Seresin, you made your feelings very clear the other night.” I stand up, straightening out my dress. Jake’s gaze rakes over me. “We should talk about that.” The heat returns to my body and I take a deep breath. A staffer knocks on my door, “Mr. Powell is here, ma’am.” I push down whatever it is I am feeling for Jake and I walk past him, “Excuse me, my date is here.”

The night is filled with dancing and drinking and political schmoozing. Glen is wearing a tuxedo and he looks very handsome, but I keep glancing over at Jake. Glen pulls me out for a dance, smiling as the strings play. “Are you having fun, darling?” I smile, “Yes! And I was not expecting Pen to be here.” “She seems like a very good friend.” “She is. What do you think of all of this?” He looks around the room and leans in, “It’s a lot, but you do such a great job with all of this. And I know I’ve already said it a million times, but you look beautiful.” His hand moves down my back just a touch and I look over at Jake, he isn’t happy. The fluttering feeling in my stomach isn’t from Glen, it’s from Jake’s jealous glare. The song ends and we head back to our table. Pen is running around; a single, flirty girl in a sea of eligible bachelors. The rest of the night is a blur. Speeches. Toasts. More dancing. More political questions. I hit my limit, turning to Jake for a way out. He starts to walk over, but Glen beats him. “You okay, darling?” I nod, “Yeah, I think I am ready to call it a night.” He leans in and kisses my cheek, “Okay, darling. Get some rest. See you soon.” Jake clears his throat, “Ms. Y/l/n, if you’d follow me.” I loop my arm in his, waving goodbye as I leave the ballroom. We make it to my room and Jake turns to leave. I grab his arm, “Wait! I need help with my dress. It’s a corset.” He sighs, following me inside. Jake starts to undo my corset, careful to not touch me. “Did you have fun tonight?” I shrug, “Maybe.” His voice lowers, “His hands were all over you.” The corset falls, leaving me in my slip. I turn to look at Jake’s eyes, “And?” His green eyes darken, “I wanted to rip his head off.” I giggle and he raises an eyebrow, “What’s so funny?” I start taking Bobby pins out of my hair, “You. One second you want me and then the next I am a mistake.” He shakes his head, “I never said that.” “You didn’t have to.” His eyes wander down my body, barely covered by the delicate silk of the slip. He runs his hand along my arm, leaving goosebumps in his trail. I try to control my breathing, but I can’t. I want him. I need him. He leans in, “I warned you. I won’t be able to let you go.” Our lips are almost touching when I whisper, “Jake, please.”

Jake groans as he closes the space between us. His kiss is hungry. He runs his rough hands over the silk. I melt into his touch. I kiss down his neck and he moans, “What were you thinking when you were with him?” I look at Jake, tracing his jawline, “I was thinking about your hands on me. Your lips on mine.” He kisses my neck, “Good girl.”

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