#and the direction i sleep in means i take up two thirds of the bed

[hartxstarr]

this is a callout post to my boyfriend, he STOLE my pikachu squishmallow and is holding it HOSTAGE every night because he uses it as A PILLOW!!!!

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

to many more | s.r. x liaison!fem reader

“what’s your favorite book?”

spencer looked away from his open files to turn in his chair to see you standing behind him, a couple of manila folders held close to your baby blue long sleeve dress shirt. he had to keep his eyes from dropping lower to get a glance at the curves that hugged to your black pants.

he coughed as he blinked a few times behind his glasses, “uh, well there’s- there’s too many to choose from. if you’re asking about general literature i’d probably say-“

you held a hand out with a shaky smile, “sorry. don’t mean to interrupt. but um, i’m asking if there’s a book or story that’s very meaningful full for you.”

spencer straightened his mouth, feeling it form into that usual line. he let his mind scour for a moment, “uh maybe… alice in wonderland. my mom used to read it as a bed time story from time to time in between narnia and fifteenth century literature. she used to read me valentines poems.”

he saw your brows raise for a moment, “that’s sweet. which did she recite the most?” you readjusted the files.

spencer tapped his fingers over his thighs, “mostly chaucer’s parlement of foules. The poem, which is in the form of a dream vision in rhyme royal stanza, contains one of the earliest references to the idea that St. Valentine's Day is a special day for lovers…” he stopped short when he saw a bored expression draping your face. “sorry, rambling.”

your eyes widen and you took a step closer, “no, no. you’re fine. your voice soothes me, probably looked a bit drowsy.”

spencer scrunched his face, “most people would look tired cause i’m boring them to sleep.” he saw your face fall at his words, he didn’t like the sight.

“well i like hearing your information. i find what you know quite fascinating, like last week you told me that flamingos feathers are actually white or pale gray, but appear pink cause of algae and shrimp. i would’ve never know that.” your smile pushed your cheeks, pupils beaming alight as he felt them ghostly tracing his face.

bashful your eyes directed to your feet, “i enjoyed our date last week.” moving some fingers to run behind your ear, “i’ve always wanted to visit the planetarium, but never found the time.”

spencer smiled fondly, “i’m glad i was able to get you the chance. sometimes they do thirty minute segments on each zodiac sign, it’s when i see a lot of ‘psychics’.”

you chuckled lightly, spencer’s grin widened. “i should take you to one for fun. just to test how real they are.”

he couldn’t help rolling his eyes, “don’t waste your money.” you shrugged simply, “could be a fun third date. she can verify that we’re a match.” giving your upper body a slight twisting at the waist.

before spencer could say anything in reply, you both turned to see hotch calling you from his upper office. “shit, forgot i had to drop these off. i’ll see you later.” and you stepped into his space to lean in an leave a kiss to his forehead. he could feel the residue of your fading gloss. he was happy there wasn’t many people in the bullpen, he didn’t want to deal with morgan’s teasing right now.

the only possible person to have witnessed that display would be hotch. “reid, a word,” his stern voice causing him to flinch in his seat. he quickly made his way up the steps and into the office, closing the door behind him and standing beside you with his hands behind his back. he wasn’t planning to have this conversation a month early.

“is there something you both would like to inform me on?” hotch letting either of you confirm your new relationship instead of assuming.

“uh,” you started to say before spencer interrupted more confidently, “y/n and i are currently seeing each other. it’s only been about two months.” he turned to you, eyes locking and both of you smiled at each other, “but i’d like to believe this will last awhile.”

“well,” hotch cleared his throat, “since you’ve probably read through the handbook spencer, there isn’t anything wrong with fraternization between employees. i would just need both of you to fill out some paperwork.”

you both nodded in agreement. “and please, try not to let this distract you in the field. otherwise you’ll have to be in separate rooms, hotel and assignments.”

“yes sir,” giving a playful salute as he dismissed you both. you decided to pull spencer by his hand in the direction of your, shared office, already knowing jj was busy elsewhere.

“i hope that was-“ you spun into spencer, palms on his cheeks as your lips pressed onto his. he went still for a moment, but you knew he just needed a second to process. his fingers curled along your hips, his warmth seeping through your fabric and onto your skin.

you sighed into his mouth as he worked your lips apart, taking the lead he moved both of you further into the office. your thighs hit the edge, a small gasping allowing for spencer to boldly slip his tongue into your mouth, your heart was pumping in your ears.

if you weren’t in the office you’d let your greedy fingers start to work at unbuttoning his shirt, but instead you were stopped short when someone groaned out, “holy shit!”

spencer was the first to jump away and you saw that penelope and jj were at the threshold with jaws dropped and bugged eyes. “you freaky love birds!” penelope screeched.

“i need to burn this room,” jj groaned as she turned on her heels.

[itsnoones-stuff]

You deserve better

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TW // mention of DV

Summary // you spend two weeks aimlessly walking around the academy halls after your fiancé calls off your wedding, Five has enough of your moping around.

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It’s been two weeks since your fiancé called off the wedding, two weeks you moping around the walls of the academy. Refusing to eat or even sleep, all you can do is think about him. Five watches you pass his door for the third time in ten minutes, his frustration growing as he tries to concentrate on his book, “Y/N” you snap back into reality, poking your head back around the door. He sighs, brushing his hair out of his face and leaning back into the chair “please stop pacing” he sounds tired, you feel guilty stressing him out but you can’t help it, the wound is still fresh.

“Sorry” you mumble quietly, scurrying back down the corridor and away from Five’s door, not wanting to bother him anymore. “Y/N, come back” he calls, you stop, freezing for a moment, unsure of what to do. “Y/N?” He calls your name again, making you jump lightly. Running back to his room, you poke your head around his door, a guilty but quizzical look on your face. Five smiles softly “sit down” he mumbles, motioning for you to sit on his bed. You hesitantly comply.

Once you sit down he asks you the question you’ve been dreading for the past two weeks, “is it because of him?” He turns in his chair to face you, resting his hand against his temple, a sympathetic but fed up look on his face. You can barely look in his direction, unable to speak, you nod, feeling the built up emotions finally bubbling over. Unable to stop yourself from crying, you throw your head in your hands and let it out. Crying harder and harder the longer you thought of him, thought of what he’s done to you.

Five let’s out a heavy sigh, standing from his chair and removing his suit jacket. Shaking his head as he walks towards you, you take a deep breath, temporarily stopping the tears and brace for one of his infamous lectures. To your surprise, he doesn’t speak, pulling you into for a silent hug instead. His touch is soft but firm, you almost melt into him, letting the tears stream. He lets you cry it out, unable to ignore his white button up shirt getting wet, “I’m gonna need a new shirt” he mumbles to himself, resting his chin on your head, lightly stroking your back as he does.

One thing about Five is that he hates being touched and touching other people.

You can’t help but let out a small giggle at his comment, sniffling as the tears dry up. Neither of you make an effort to move, Five slowly moves his hand up your back and to your head, lightly stroking your hair as he pulls you in tighter. “You feel better now?” He asks after a moment, slowly loosening his grip and pulling away to face you. You sniff, rubbing the tears from your cheeks as you nod, forcing a small smile “th- thanks Five” you mumble, choking on your words.

Taking a deep breath you turn to face you brother, he’s watching you, a small smile present on his lips but clear sadness in his eyes. “No problem Y/N” he speaks slowly and quietly, sending a small shiver down your spine. “You deserve better, you know that right?” You furrow your brows at his words, to you, your ex was the best, right? “What do you mean?” You ask softly, confused by his words.

Five pulls away from you, turning away and sighing softly “I know Y/N” his words are firm “know what?” You ask, getting more frustrated as your confusion only grows. “I saw him put his hands on you Y/N” you freeze at his sharp words, you were so careful not to let your family know what he did to you. “Remember last month when you two were stood in the foyer arguing?” You nod lightly, your body filling with dread at each word “yeah, I saw everything Y/N”.

“He- he’s not like that, it was a one off” your voice quiet but sad, barely able to find the energy to defend your ex, Five stays silent for a moment, opting to flash you a knowing look, causing you to sink down into yourself, he knows. You didn’t want anyone to know. “Do- do the” he cuts you off, shaking his head “no and I’m not going to tell them” you can’t help but sigh in relief, Five might know but at least the others don’t. “But” he turns to face you once more, a menacing look on his face and a twisted smile “if I ever see that asshole again, I’ll kill him myself” you gulp, swallowing the lump in your throat, knowing he’s not kidding. You smile softly at your sweet but disturbing big brother “thanks Five” you mumble, leaning your head on his shoulder as a laugh escapes your lips. At least he would never hurt you, right?

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[talesof-old]

Could you write a poly!marauders smut? They being super sassy, while reader is just needy

i hope i did this justice 🧎‍♂️i was supposed to post this last night but i forgot rip

little puppy | j.p., r.l., s.b.

pairing(s): poly!marauders x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+, smut, needy ready, mean marauders if you squint (they’re just teasing i swear), oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, fem pronouns, reader has a vag, this is short, not proofread or edited

word count: 511

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“Look at our little puppy.” Sirius swiped his thumb over your wet, swollen lips.

Remus chuckled from below you, the vibrations like lightning against your overstimulated clit. You writhed, back arching in desperation. Warm, calloused hands caressed your trembling shoulders. Your eyes rolled back as Remus nudged your clit with his nose, tongue thrusting shallowly in and out of your cunt.

You caught a glance of James’ smug face before squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn’t help the whine that left your throat as he hauled you up his body.

“Can’t even let us have a turn, can you? Prongs always has to get a taste.” There was no true animosity in Remus’ voice, even as James nosed at your neck. He laughed, the sound warm honey as you melted against his warm chest. Your legs fall open as Sirius takes Remus’ place. He cupped your breasts, cold fingers harsh against your bare tits. You pushed your chest further into the grip, his fingers digging into the sensitive tissue.

“Oh you like that, do you?”

You moaned in response. Remus palmed your thigh. “She’s so fucked up she can’t even speak. Our little dovey can’t take it.” The words were enough to break you out of your pleasured state, if only for a minute.

“No, no, I can take it. Promise.”

Remus hummed at that, watching with half-lidded as Sirius slid two fingers into your cunt. Your mouth fell open, a string of moans falling from your lips. James peppered kisses along your throat and collarbone as Sirius thrusted in and out of your cunt, scissoring his fingers as he went. Your thighs shook as he kept a fast pace, body pushed further into James’ with every thrust. Sirius grinned as he used his other hand to pinch your nipple. Your moan turned into a high pitched whine.

James palmed at your hips, keeping you from bucking against Sirius’ hand as you were pushed closer to your third orgasm of the night. Your blood seemed like lava as you felt your end begin to wash over you. You clenched around Sirius’ fingers, body taunt.

“Please-please, Siri-”

You weren’t even sure what you were begging for. Too out of it and focused on your pleasure to notice Remus’ laughter as your thighs clamped around Sirius’ hips or the way your mouth opened in a silent scream.

“I think pup needs a little break, we might just break her if we keep going.” Sirius’ words were as teasing as they could be, and you nearly whimpered when his pulled his fingers from your puffy cunt. You fell onto the sheets with a huff, limbs like jello as you threw up a middle finger in his general direction. James laughed, grabbing your hand and kissing your wrist. Their voices faded as you floated in and out of sleep, only coming to as Remus kissed your forehead. “You gotta get clean dovey, I know how much you hate going to bed dirty.” You shrugged beneath him. You weren’t really sure you cared at the moment.

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[bahablastplz]

All in | Chapter 15

pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)

summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?

chapter summary: Chan has thought up a punishment for you that doesn't really help your mental state; someone thinks of a plan to help.

chapter warnings: smut! unprotected sex

warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings.

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Beep, beep, beep, beep. Click! 

That’s the sound you get accustomed to a few times throughout the day. It’s Chan, unlocking the door to let himself in. Every time he brings in a tray of food for the two of you to eat, and most of the time you pick at it but you can’t find too much of an appetite. 

The first few times, you don’t talk to Chan at all. You’re completely silent, looking out at the forest through the barred window. Occasionally you would watch his mannerisms or react when he moves something a little bit too loud. Other than that, you make it a point not to speak at all. That’s how it started, at least. 

Each time a few hours pass in total isolation, you slowly become more and more stir crazy. Mostly, you look out the window. Sometimes, you do situps and pushups or practice the self-defense exercises that Changbin and Felix had taught you until exhaustion. You take a few naps. You take a shower. You finish the latest book that Hyunjin let you borrow. Chan visits you for dinner. You do not speak with him, eat your meal in silence, and watch as he leaves. You go to sleep for the night with an empty, hollow and rotting sensation in your chest that you have never experienced before. It might be anger directed towards Chan, but also an empty feeling knowing that you are unable to see Felix, who is in the same house as you. You wonder if he feels the same as you right now. 

Beep, beep, beep, beep. Click! 

You wake up to the sound of Chan unlocking your door in the morning with breakfast. You break your silent treatment, finally, though probably more out of boredom than anything else. You only respond to his small talk, tell him that the food is alright. 

The longer increments of time that would pass, the more anger you would find bubbling in your chest. 

“Do you really expect to keep me locked here forever?” you snap at one point. You have just finished rereading The Stranger by Albert Camus for the third time. “You know that’s how people start to lose their minds? Is that what this is? A torture device? Or is it still a sick, twisted ploy to get me to fall in love with you?” you walk around the room, pacing. Your hands are strung through your hair haphazardly as you let out a laugh. “Some sort of Stockholm syndrome to the extreme? You already fucking tried that, Chan! I’m stuck in this house with you, I can’t leave, and it didn’t work. What is your plan here?”

He blinks at you, sitting on your bed and crossing his arms across his chest. “I don’t know.” 

“You… you don’t know?” 

He chuckles and you feel your blood begin to boil. “Well, I mean, I don’t know how long I plan to keep you here. At least until the Heeseung drama boils down. Until I feel confident that Felix is just as broken down about this as you are? I mean, it’s the point of a punishment, yeah?” He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a sigh. “Obviously I know you aren’t going to fall in love with me right now, not like this, yeah? But the thought of you and Felix, it’s so wrong, y’know? So I gotta nip it in the bud.” 

You blink away a tear but wipe it away quicker than he can see. You won’t give him the satisfaction of letting him see you cry. 

“I hate you,” you spit. When Chan stands, he closes the distance between the two of you. He swipes a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“You might want to watch your mouth for now, especially when you’re the one who’s not in control,” he coos. “If you want to start getting your privileges back, you might want to consider upping the sweet talk.” He leaves as a chill racks through your body and the door slams shut, lock clicking into place behind him. 

You’re not quite sure about *sweet talking*, per say, but you suppose you could calm it down with Chan for now in order to get things back to the way they were. It’s really hard, with the way your anger bubbles every time he enters the room, every additional hour that passes. You start to feel delirious, depressed with nothing much to do, sleeping far too much and eating far too little. 

The flowers start to wilt. 

The flowers that Chan had given you for your date. You don’t even know how long ago that was at this point, feeling a bit too disoriented. You watch over days as the petals start to turn brown, curling up into themselves and falling to the floor. It’s only once every flower has finally turned to black that you convince Chan to let you leave your room. 

It’s only to Hyunjin’s room that he lets you go at first. He supervises your visit. You sit on the corner of Hyunjin’s bed and you sit and talk, nodding politely when he speaks. He updates you on Seungmin’s condition, shows you his newest painting (which is stunning beyond belief), and talks about his latest venture to the bookstore. It’s more than he’s ever talked to you at once, and you’re sure he’s doing it because he knows the effects that the isolation has had on your head, but you appreciate it more than he could ever imagine. 

Chan checks his wrist watch, clearing his throat. He tells you it’s almost time for you to go and you can’t help the panicked feeling that bubbles in your chest. You know that Hyunjin notices it too, the frantic look in your eye as you look to him for help, but there’s nothing he can do about it. You wonder if he and Chan got into a disagreement about it, if anybody besides Felix had the gall to stand up to him about your circumstance but it’s unlikely. 

As Chan guides you out, Hyunjin remembers something, handing you a new book as if it were an afterthought. A brand new copy of Wuthering Heights is placed into your hands. 

“I think you’ll really like this one,” Hyunjin muses. “I hope we get a chance to talk about it soon. I purchased this at that bookstore I was telling you about. Let me take you there one day, okay?” 

You smile at him. A true, genuine, smile before Chan takes you back to your room for dinner. Feeling a little more hopeful, you eat more than usual and talk to him more than yesterday. You think he’s expecting you to thank him. You don’t. He wishes you a good evening before he locks you in your room for the evening. 

Something about Hyunjin’s words had struck you as odd. “I hope we get to talk about it soon.” Since you moved in and Hyunjin had started giving you new books to read, although he was always very sure of himself in his choices, you had never really talked about your choices. Even today during your conversation you didn’t talk about Albert Camus’ The Stranger, which you had read a whopping four times since your isolation.

This is why you’re not as surprised when you open the book and you find a note, wedged neatly between page eight and page nine. It’s not Hyunjin’s handwriting, but Felix’s. You can’t help it when your heart picks up and beats against your chest, a smile against your face despite yourself. 

‘Dear Sunshine,

I am so sorry for everything. Each day that I have not been able to see you and that I have known that you have been behind those doors has been Hell for me, as I’m sure they’ve been Hell for you as well. Let me take you far, far, away from this place if you would let me.

If you will take me, if you want this as much as I do, let us leave tonight. Leave your bathroom light on tonight and I will know that it will be okay for us to make our escape. 

Love, LF.’ 

Are you really reading this correctly? 

It was the first night here that Chan took off his belt and whipped you with it just for leaving when he told you not to leave. What would the punishment be if you and Felix were caught? You knew the answer, and you found yourself grimacing as you thought about it. If Chan found out that you and Felix had escaped—and you had a very, very short window of time before he came looking for you, until breakfast tomorrow—he would surely kill the two of you in cold blood.

Felix, was he really to risk it all for you? No questions asked? You knew you were. 

Turning off all lights in your room, leaving just your bathroom light on for the signal and to light up your path, you get ready. You throw on some clothes, a pair of thick socks and a pair of sneakers, athletic pants and a t-shirt underneath a hoodie. You try to dress both light-weight but also warm, easy for mobility in case you have to do some running. And you take a quick nap, since it’s still light out and you’re sure that the plan won’t take place until after nightfall and you should probably be well-rested. 

You’re right. You wake up a few hours later and it’s dark outside. Felix still hasn’t shown yet. You sit right by your door and wait for him. You wait and wait and wait, your heart beating so heavily out of your chest it might explode. You literally have to calm yourself down with breathing exercises several times because you find yourself so worked up. You can’t help it–you’re so nervous about seeing him again, and about the escape, about his plans, though you’re sure he has something planned out. 

After some time has passed, you almost wonder if maybe he isn’t going to show, but you laugh at that thought. It’s Felix. Of course he’s going to show. You have never met someone more true to his word and dedicated. You just hope that everything is going according to plan. And sure enough?

Beep, beep, beep, beep. Click! 

Light from the hallway spills into your room, encasing the darkness that surrounded you. When you jump to your feet, Felix pulls you in for a very chaste kiss. His name spills silently from your lips and you see him smile before grabbing your hand, pulling you into a silent run down the hallway. You can already tell that there is going to be a long night ahead of you, though you’re relieved when Felix leads you to a mundane car, a dark mini-van, and you can’t help but think thank god we aren’t literally running away. 

You hurriedly get into the passenger seat, Felix the driver’s seat, and the two of you drive away. You watch as the house gets smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror behind you until it completely disappears, and most of your anxiety along with it. 

“You came for me.” you say finally. 

“Of course I did,” Felix says, his voice soft. “I just had to work out the logistics. I’m so so incredibly sorry it took me that long. I hope you can forgive me.” 

“It’s really happening?” you ask him. “We’re really leaving?” 

Felix only smiles. “I did everything I could. I was even able to get your sister out of your house, I sent her somewhere safe where Chan can’t find her to retaliate.”

“Thank you, Felix,” you say, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Really, really, thank you.” 

He reaches over the center console and grabs your hand, bringing it to his face to kiss along your knuckles. 

“You have no need to thank me. This is my escape too. In reality, I owe you just as much.” Your heart squeezes at his words. You don’t really understand the weight behind his words but you hope that he will open up to you about them one day. About his past and his history with Chan. You stare at Felix, at the way the passing headlights illuminate his face and accentuate his features, and you just sit there and watch and watch, drinking him in and hoping that you will never have to let him go again. 

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You’re expecting to arrive at some sort of hotel/motel, similar to the one you and Felix had shared after the night at the gala. What you weren’t expecting was an apartment building, at least ten stories tall in the middle of a city a few hours away. 

Felix parks the car, a protective hand around your waist the whole walk to the building. He holds you so close you find it almost difficult to walk. The elevator takes you up to the eighth floor, where Felix leads you down the hall. The building looks well-kept, maintained inside, contrasting from its run-down exterior. 

Felix leans over the door, typing a code into the keypad. It swings open revealing a large furnished studio apartment. 

“This place looks really nice,” you admit. “It is a step-up from the motel. How did you…” 

“Chan isn’t the only one that has his connections,” Felix says, sighing as he throws a backpack down next to him. He closed the door behind him, locking it. He walks around the apartment several times, making sure that every window is locked and secure as well. “It’s safe here. We should be able to stay here for a few days before we need to pick up again. But this place is completely alarmed and equipped with security codes. He won’t find us here, okay?” 

“Okay,” you nod. You really do trust him. You feel safe. 

“The password for the front door is 0325,” Felix tells you. You don’t know why that action alone makes you want to tear up. You’re not a prisoner anymore. You’re really free. 

“Thank you,” you tell him, shucking your hoodie off of your body. You don’t miss the way his eyes rack over your frame at the way your shirt picks up slightly. How does he still manage to make you blush? “How did you get the code for my door?” you ask him. You had been wondering about it for a while, as there was no way that Chan had given it to him. 

“Hyunjin told me,” Felix discloses. “He was the only other person besides Chan that knew the code, in case of an emergency or if Chan was away and he needed to give you food.” 

“He was the only one?” you ask. “But that means… Won’t Chan know that Hyunjin…” 

“Hyunjin has already come to terms with things,” Felix says remorsefully. “I didn’t want it to go down like this either, but Hyunjin really was willing to make a sacrifice for you. For both of us. Nothing horrible is going to happen–he isn’t going to be killed, but I’m sure the punishment will be brutal.” 

You shake your head, unwilling to believe his words. “I can’t believe Hyunjin would do that for us. I really thought he was loyal to Chan.” 

“At the end of the day there must have been something he found more important to put his trust in,” he smiles. “I think he realized how bad your mental state was after spending over a week in that room.” 

“It was over a week?” you nearly cry. Felix holds you tight to his chest. You don’t cry–you’ve already come to terms with what has happened. When you pull apart, you look into his eyes and find that he has tears of his own that have started to build up. Now that is something that you had not anticipated. 

“I’m sorry–” he starts to say, but you crash your lips into his instead. Your hands pull into his hair and you push your body into his, do anything you can to get your body as inhumanly close to his as possible, so that you can feel every touch of his skin against yours. 

Felix’s hands wander underneath your hoodie, tugging off the material and throwing it to the floor in a desperate show. His hands roam your body, his lips never once leaving your skin. This time he makes it a show to suck a mark into any available surface, licking and sucking dark purples and pinks into your neck, collarbones, shoulders, breasts–any area of skin that was once pristine now has Felix’s claim on it. 

“You’re mine, do you understand? You’re mine and I’m yours.” 

“Yes, Felix, yes,” you agree, letting him push you back against the bed. He towers over you for a second, dropping to his knees onto the floor so that he can pull off the material of your pants. You lift your hips, allowing him to. You push your thighs together, utterly exposed in front of him but also so aroused by his stare and he grabs your thighs, pushing them apart. 

“Beautiful,” he comments. You throw an arm over your face, embarrassed by his comment. “Don’t hide from me, angel,” he says, kissing the insides of your thighs. “You’re mine, right? Can I compliment what’s mine? You’re not going to hide away what’s mine, hmm?” When you don’t immediately answer him, your chest rising and falling rapidly from his words, you feel a slight pinch come from inside your thigh. You look down at his mischievous face to realize he has just lightly slapped your inner thigh to get a response. 

“N-no, Felix,” you moan. 

“No, what?” he teases, his mouth going higher and higher still, his breath right above your center but waiting. 

“No, I’m not going to hide from you. Yes, you can compliment me,” you reply.

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he groans. “Prove it, then. Open those legs wide for me.” And you do. You spread your legs as far as they would go and Felix rewards you by immediately diving in, his tongue lapping at your clit like a man starved. As much as your thighs tremble and shake and threaten to close, you don’t let them. Your eyes stay on Felix, and his eyes on yours. 

Suddenly, Felix pulls away with a pop. 

“What–”

He climbs onto the bed and lays down, leaving you utterly confused before he grabs you by the waist, manhandling you effortlessly by the waist onto his face. 

“Felix, what are you doing?” 

“I want you to sit on my face,” he responds, his hands caressing your thighs as if trying to coax you down to properly take your seat. 

“Are you sure? I–”

“Please, just, use me. Make yourself cum, and then I’ll fuck you open on my cock.” You can’t deny how appealing his words sound, and he had already worked you up just seconds ago so you can’t find the resolve to protest much longer. Eagerly, you sit. His tongue prods your entrance, pushing in as far as it will go. You rock yourself back and forth on his face, your clit occasionally catching on his nose, and you find Felix’s hands taking place on your ass to help you find your pace. 

Once you build up a rhythm you ride him in earnest, like nothing matters but him beneath you right now and your climax building up. He knows you’re close when he feels your thighs clench tighter around your head and your back starts to arch back, and your noises have become louder. You do exactly what he told you to do–you use him for your pleasure until you’re having one of the longest, most drawn-out orgasms of your life. 

When you finally crawl off of him, Felix wastes no time before flipping your positions, making your stomach turn with butterflies. He pulls his pants off in one swift motion and you take a moment to look at him in awe, to really just appreciate him and his beautifully toned body despite seeing it a few times before. 

You watch as he strokes his cock a few times, his eyes fixated on your pussy. He pushes forward, and just to tease–intentionally catches the head of it on your overstimulated clit, causing you to cry out. 

“Felix!” your hips buck up, your legs wrap around him, doing anything you can just to get him to enter you properly. 

“Do you want me that bad?” he asks with a smile, his voice a low timbre in your ear. 

“Yes, Felix, stop fucking teasing me, you know I want you–” and with that, he pushes right into you, fully sheathing himself in one thrust. Your hands come up to push crescent fingernail indents into his shoulders, just to ground yourself from the overwhelming sensation. 

Felix wastes no time before fucking you like he really means it, his hips pulling out to meet yours flush each time. The way his hips roll in a fluid motion into yours has you crying out, wrapping your legs around him. 

“Fuck, you’re clenching me so tight,” he pants. “I’m going to cum soon, baby. Where do you want it?” 

You wrap your legs even tighter around him. 

His hand snakes up to your neck, just placing it there, not even squeezing but it still causes you to cry out with a moan that is borderline pornagraphic. 

“You’re being so dirty, baby. Are you trying to tell me something? You want me to cum inside? Because you’re going to have you use your words to tell me that or else it’s not gonna happen,” he grins. 

His hips snap into yours so hard it’s almost bruising, but you’re so close to your second orgasm that you think you could fall over the edge any second. 

“FELIX,” you finally cry out. You’re sure the scratches you’re leaving into his back are going to leave marks, if not bleed. 

“Fuck, you gotta tell me now.” 

“Inside! Inside! I want you to cum inside, fuck, I love you Felix, please!” you sob. 

He kisses you. Rather, his lips smash into yours so hard you’re not sure what is happening, but you’re cumming so hard it’s blinding. You can feel him still as he fills you up with warm ropes of his cum. 

When you both finally come down, Felix flops beside you and you immediately curl into his chest. He embraces you, his hands stroking unknown symbols into your skin. 

“Did you mean it?” he finally asks. 

You don’t have to ask what he’s referring to. “Yes,” you reply. “I think I’ve known it for a long time.”

“I love you, too.” Felix tells you, grabbing your chin so that he can press another kiss into your lips. “You mean the world to me.” 

That night, Felix looks around the apartment again, making sure that everything is in its place. When you see that there is both a couch and a bed, you make a joke about sleeping on the couch that causes him to quite literally pick you up and throw you into bed with him. You fall asleep like that, intertwined in his arms, not worried about accidentally getting caught and what the consequences might be tomorrow. 

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

You toss and turn. Images plague your mind. A guilt-ridden feeling plagues your gut. 

Minho, who gets anxiety on missions, who wanted to get away from his family and the life of crime from his childhood, but couldn’t let Jisung go alone for fear of what Chan would do to him.

Changbin, who has only wanted to protect his family, but instead Chan has held that over his head.

Hyunjin, who didn’t really know how to find himself after being told who to be, who didn’t know what to do with his life, exploited by Chan. 

Jisung, who has never had anybody tell him that he is good for more than shooting things and a life of violent crime, and had Chan take advantage of that. 

Seungmin, who had only one dream and had it taken away through an injury, was falsely promised by Chan that one day he could get the surgery and recover to play baseball again. 

Jeongin, who turned to a life of crime but was told he could have the money to go to fashion school, all if he would become Chan’s lackey. 

Even Felix, who you’re sure has been through something just as horrible, though he hasn’t told you yet… 

At the end of the day, there’s one common factor in all of this evil. 

You know that you can’t stay here and live a fantasy life, where you get to escape and be free while the rest of them are trapped there and still living in a nightmare. At the end of the day, you have started to develop close relationships with each and every one of them, and you can’t bring yourself to think more about the horrors that Chan continues to inflict on them each day while you get to run away with Felix. 

Picking up Felix’s arm, you kiss him on the head. You feel very remorseful for what you’re about to do, for the amount of mental anguish you are probably about to put him in when everything was finally going to go your way. You wish you could have relished in this a little bit longer. 

Opening up the bedside table, you grab Felix’s car keys and his gun. 

This has to end, and it has to end now. 

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

a/n: we're getting close to the end! two main chapters and two mini chapters left!! sorry for the delay today guys, I only had this chapter half written i wrote the rest in a coffee shop lol <3

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All Roads Lead To Someone

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Don’t blame me for suddenly getting into domestic Javier Peña after watching how sad he was about not having a family in S3E01. Enjoy fluff and smut!

Summary: You take a pregnancy test at four in the morning after not being able to sleep. Javier has never found you more sexy than right now, and he tells you to check on the kids and meet him in the bedroom after.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), established relationship, pregnancy, breeding kink, family life, unprotected sex, p in v sex, fingering, humping, creampie, dirty talk, fluff, domestic javier is sexy and charming, so much love, banter!!!

Word count: 3.7k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48019288

All Roads Lead To Someone

It was late, in fact in the middle of the night, when you found yourself staring down at a pink and white stick with a very positive result of two red lines. You picked it up from the bathroom sink to examine it further, just to be certain that it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you. Nope, it was positive alright.

You leaned back a little to spy on Javier in your shared bed, but he didn’t seem to be awake, lying flat on his stomach and sprawled out on the bed like an octopus.

You closed the lid of the toilet and sat down, twirled the pregnancy test in your hands, forgetting briefly that it was stained with your pee as the result had your head spinning in different directions. It would be your third child, and so soon after your second, but the worries that popped into your mind were more practical than anything. And they didn’t contain any scenario where you weren’t supposed to have the baby. Would you be able to afford it? Would your house be big enough? Was three one too many when you were only two parents? 

“Hey,” Javier suddenly said at the door, leaning against the frame with his shoulder.

You jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the pee-stick onto the bathroom floor. When you realized who it was, you relaxed again, “Hey.”

“What are you doing up so late?” Javier was untying the string of his pajama pants, probably only having been woken up by his bladder. He yawned and scratched just above the hem of his bottoms.

You showed him the pregnancy test without hesitation, holding it out for him without a word. The two lines were there, no doubt about it. The cutesy surprise announcements were fun the first two times, but you weren’t actually actively trying for more kids, so the mood was different. Not bad, not off, just different, more practical than fun.

Javier took the test, looked at it for a few seconds before his brows nearly rose into his hair, “You’re pregnant?”

“You fell asleep before I did, and I lay awake until I pulled myself together to go piss on a stick in the middle of the night. You know I was late, I told you last week…,” you got up from the seat of the toilet to wash your hands with a generous amount of soap. You weren’t sure if your mind had wrapped around your reality yet. 

Javier quickly placed the test on the lid of the toilet before coming up behind you, looking at you through the mirror and being just about to wrap his strong arms around you. You cleared your throat.

“Pee fingers,” you noted. 

“Oh shit, right,” he laughed quietly under his breath, and you took a step to the side so that he could wash his hands with, unlike you, a normal amount of soap, “I feel like we’ve been careful…”

“Bullshit,” it was your turn to laugh now, “I don’t even think we have condoms in the house right now.”

“Doesn’t mean that we haven’t been careful,” he wiped his hands on the towel on the side of the sink, then turned around to face you, “I don’t… come inside.”

“The pullout-method? Really?” You rolled your eyes, but Javier just looked like someone who wanted to kiss you even more after that, “I bet you wanted to knock me up. Peña.”

“So I’m building a soccer team, and so what?” Javier finally got permission to kiss you slowly in the dim bathroom light. He rested his hands on your hips, grabbing a little at the skin there. You always reminded him that you had had two kids; that you weren’t all that anymore, but he tugged a little at the softness of you and hummed. It was his favorite thing, “Fuck, you are so hot.”

“It’s four in the morning,” you reminded him after a few more seconds of kissing him, cupping his face to look him in the eye as you tutted, “And you needed to piss, old man.” 

“Check on the kids and meet me in bed after?” He looked at you questioningly, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. You could never resist, and especially not now when he beamed at you afterwards.

“Throw the pee stick out too. I’ll meet you in bed in five,” you patted his cheek, then stepped away from him, but you were pulled right back into his arms. You squeaked and giggled as he kissed your neck and said your full name out loud. 

“What?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders as he held you in return, but he created some space between you, so he could look down and carefully place a hand on your stomach that still kept the secret between the two of you. 

“You’re giving me a baby, huh, momma?” Javier looked up from where he had placed his hand, a boyish look on his face. You didn’t think you could be more in love. 

“Only because you make such a fine baby daddy,” you noted with a grin, feeling something stir in the pits of your stomach and butterflies going off between your legs. 

“Go,” he stepped away from you, smacking your behind as you left the bathroom and earning a playful glare. 

You walked out into the dark hallway, surrounded by domesticity in the form of a house that had become a home. It still felt comforting in the middle of the night, and at this point you didn’t even need the lights on to look at the various photos hanging on the wall. You knew each one like the back of your hand, and didn't need to have them illuminated to shape out the smiling faces of your husband and kids. And if you forgot for some silly reason, all you had to do was close your eyes to see the images on your lids. This happiness was forever engrained. 

You tiptoed to the first door on the left, cracking it open to peek inside without waking up your son, Lucas. The 6-year-old was sleeping soundly in his bed with the covers draped around him like you had arranged them earlier. His calmness came from you but his looks resembled those of his father; big brown eyes and messy brown hair. Javier had once put his aviator glasses on him during a summer trip and you had gasped out loud at the resemblance, pregnant and hormonal, until you had teared up. It had felt embarrassing then but now, it was a story that you happily told friends and family about whenever they spoke about the children growing up so fast.

He’ll be just like his father. 

You hoped for something more tamable.

You made a mental note of tidying up in there before closing the door carefully so as to not disturb your sleeping child. The room was overflowing with dinosaurs in various pieces of clothing and race tracks, an occasional stray toy from Lucas’ sister’s toy collection disrupting the scene of a velociraptor riding a miniature Mercedes-Benz. 

How on Earth had time gone by so fast? Sweet nothings turning into love turning into marriage and two, soon three, kids. 

Continuing down the hall to the next room, you narrowed your eyes at the slight noise coming from Inés’ room. She wasn’t asleep that was for certain. 

You knocked once, giving your daughter the chance to scurry back into bed at the threat of being caught red handed by her mother, but when you finally stuck your head inside, she was still playing on the carpet. 

“Inés Peña,” you said without a hint of anger. You flicked the switch on the wall beside the door, “And why aren’t you in bed? It’s early in the morning, baby.”

The 3-year-old’s eyes snapped to yours. She looked exhausted from having ruined her own sleeping pattern, but it didn’t keep her from playing with the dinosaur figure that she had nicked from her older brother. Seemed like their thieving canceled each other out. 

“I just wanted to play,” she reasoned, knowing that she was in trouble with how she got up from the floor. 

“But you look so tired, baby,” you reasoned back, leaning down to pick her up. She automatically stretched out her arms as you scooped her up from the floor, pressing a kiss to her head. You got a better look at her as she sat on your arm, making you raise a brow and speak again, mostly to yourself, “Absolutely exhausted actually.”

Inés didn’t say much else, just rested her little exhausted head on your shoulder as you walked towards her bed. You instinctively felt her forehead but there was no indication of a fever, “There’s time to play tomorrow, sweetie.”

Inés shook her head, “I want to play now.”

So, this wasn’t a case of being stubborn or ill, you thought. This was about her missing out on what would happen if she went to sleep. God, her nature was like her father’s a little too much. 

“Big girls need their rest, so they can grow taller and stronger than their big brother,” you said as you placed her onto her tiny bed, pulling the covers up over her tiny frame. You ran a hand over her hair which was the same color as yours. 

Inés’ eyes were already fluttering closed. You watched her turn onto her side, back facing you with the purpose of getting you to cuddle her. You reached to run your hand up and down her back, using only a tiny bit of your nails to scratch. Her breathing soon slowed down whilst you drew hearts with your index finger. 

Suddenly, the lights turned off above the two of you. You looked back towards the door, finding Javier standing in the doorway and leaning against the frame with his shoulder. 

“Shhh,” you whispered, “She just fell asleep. I think she forces herself to stay up and play.”

“You surpassed the five minutes, so I went looking for you,” he whispered back at you, crossing the room to crouch down beside you. You looked at him questioningly. He adjusted Inés’ covers to keep his hands busy, “Don’t worry, momma. Mini-Me didn’t wake up when I went to see if you were in his room.”

You smiled at how well he knew you, then leaned in to kiss him lovingly, leaving him wanting more, before getting up. You watched your step as you walked towards the door, avoiding the raptor dressed in pink, holding out your hand for Javier to take.

As you closed the door behind the both of you, Javier wrapped his arms around you. He kissed you against the wall, moving you around a little so as to not knock one of the picture frames down the wall. 

“They’ll hear us,” you giggled into his mouth, hooking your hands together on the back of his neck and pulling him harder against your mouth until you needed to breathe again. You wanted him badly, but you didn’t want kids roaming around the house so early in the morning, “Please, take me to bed before we get carried away.”

“You’re just such a knockout, mi amor,” he whispered, hand already slipping into your pajama shorts. You grabbed his wrist and he tutted as you pulled it away from its acts of indecencies, “Fine. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Let’s take this to bed whilst I’m still sane enough to do it in a proper place,” you dragged him along by his wrist, occasionally planting another kiss on his lips that you didn’t allow to escalate. 

“Oh,” Javier caught on as you entered the bedroom again. He locked the door to be safe, “Fuck, how far along would you be now?”

“Not anywhere near the end of my second trimester, pervert,” you teased, pulling at the strings of his pajama bottoms, “No pregnancy libido yet.”

“If I recall correctly, you were the perverted one,” he retorted, yanking his bottoms down and stepping out of them on his way to the bed. He plopped down, “I thought you were gonna give me rug burn in the end. It’s a miracle I am alive, and that our neighbors didn’t catch us just once.”

“Your dad did though,” you shimmied out of your shorts, matching top following right after, then crawled onto the bed to straddle your husband.

Javier grimaced, but still ran his hands up and down your thighs, “Boner killer. Stop talking about that.” 

“Sorry,” you leaned down over him to kiss him, but he was busy. His eyes briefly fell on your breasts, and you knew he was thinking about how full they would become soon. You rolled your eyes at the feel of his length poking into your hip. Putting a finger underneath his chin made you able to tilt his head upwards again, “My eyes are up here, babe.”

“You’re so fucking pretty, momma,” Javier’s hands rested on your bare thighs, gripping at the soft flesh like he had done earlier in the bathroom. You kissed him longingly, feeling his hands slide up the globes of your ass before settling at the small of your back, “Are you wet for me?”

“You have no idea,” you sat up in his lap to let him admire your breasts again, but also to guide one of his hands between your legs, “Feel.”

Javier swore under his breath, turning his palm upward to sink two fingers between your folds and inside of your cunt. You let out a shaky breath as he slowly opened you up with his thick fingers, feeling the soreness from how he had been between your thighs earlier last night. No wonder you were pregnant. 

He then nudged your g-spot without much effort, knowing you too well in bed as well, “Gotta get the blood flowing, you know I love you all dazed and confused on my dick, amor.”

You nodded with a soft moan, starting to roll your hips and fucking yourself onto his hand. This angle was always a winner, making you able to thrust your swollen clit against the heel of his hand whilst feeling the pressure of his fingers inside of you. It wouldn’t take long with how he tensed up his calloused palm, holding his wrist steady to let you use it. 

Your orgasm came a moment later, rippling through your core and causing your walls to pull at Javier’s fingers. He watched you from below, and you did all in your power to keep quiet; bit your lip harshly and whimpered through your teeth as you rode out your high.

Javier’s eyes on you were like fire, cock twitching underneath you in interest of making him feel the same too. You found his fiery stare with your own as you came down from your high, staring down into them as you panted. You sported a stunned expression but only until you burst into post-orgasmic giggles. You lifted off his hand, let yourself fall down onto your back beside him. 

“Fuck, I can’t believe how hard you make me come,” you moaned with a breathless laugh, reaching down to cup a hand over your mound and hissing a little. Javier rolled onto his side with a proud smile, lifting his chin as were he trying to show off to someone else in the room. 

“I’ve had some years to practice.”

“No, you’ve always been good at this,” you reassured, lazily rubbing your clit and feeling slick drip out of you at the clench that you provoked. You sighed softly but looked mischievously at him, “You think I married you for your dashing beauty and incredible personality? Please.”

“Oh, you did not just say that,” Javier moved quickly. He was on top of you and between your legs before you could protest, tickling you with one hand and holding the other over your mouth as you started squeaking with laughter. 

“Sorry! I love you. Javi!!” You said in a muffled voice, but he just continued until you were choking on your own breath, hiccupping and squirming underneath him. You weren’t doing the best job at being silent for the sake of privacy but Javier joined in as you suddenly bucked your hips up into him. 

“Fuck,” he swore loudly and removed his hand without thinking. 

“Need you,” you whispered, spreading your legs open underneath him, “Now, please, Javi.”

“You want a pillow?” 

“Yes.”

You lifted your hips as Javier took his own pillow from his side of the bed, pushing it underneath you until you could lower yourself onto it. You loved his gentleness in bed, his affection and warmth that never faltered despite how rough he was with you. 

“Have I ever told you that I have a massive crush on you?” You asked in a serious manner. 

“Whew. Thank God,” Javier laughed quietly and he absentmindedly ran his big palm over the part of your stomach that was just below your belly button. You could see the cogs turn, that he was taking in the thought of becoming a father of three as he spoke, “I think you might have mentioned it in your vows, but I’m glad you meant it… I was starting to wonder.”

“How did I become so lucky?” You asked but it was only you talking to yourself. 

“Hm?” 

“How did I get a man like you?” You continued musing, watched hungrily as he took his cock in his hand, stroking himself a few times and ran the head through your folds to coat himself in your arousal. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Well, you were wearing a blue sundress with straps that had cute bows on them,” he replied, then pushed the tip against your slit and started bottoming out. 

“Thank heavens for that dress,” you whimpered at the breach by his generous length. It felt ridiculous to say how much you meant that statement, because if that was what had caught the old dog’s attention and, God forbid, you had worn something else that day… You would have never said hello and you would never have had a man that made you feel like someone was running around inside your chest every time he laughed or said your name.

“I’ve got you, momma,” he responded to your whimper. He didn’t have to tell you; you knew that he did indeed have you, always would. You wrapped your arms around him, nodding into the crook of his neck. 

Javier breathed out a whew, adjusting to being encased by your heat and then pulling back just a little only to ease back in. He was hardly removing his cock from you, and it made him go deeper than he normally would in the beginning. Your hips angled, determined to take him in further. 

“You feel so good, I don’t think I can hold back like this for long,” he told you as he set up a rhythm that had you both panting in each other’s embrace. You could feel his hot chest rub against your breasts as he rocked into you, making your nipple harden when they were stimulated into peaks. You dug your nails into the muscles of his shoulders, lifted your legs to lock your ankles around the small off his back. 

“You don’t have to hold back,” you moaned into his flesh, biting down to muffle a particularly high-pitched groan from the back of your throat as his pelvis found your clit, “We don’t have to be careful, remember? I need you to come in me. Don’t— Jesus, don’t pull out.”

“Shit—“ Javier’s hips faltered for a moment, but he came back with a bit more force, “Can’t say shit like that, baby. We are going to have that football team eventually if you love getting pumped full of come.” 

“I mean it,” you slid your hands into his hair to pull him in for a kiss. You could tell that he was getting closer incredibly fast after the realization had hit him, because his breathing was ragged and his thrusts were getting more forceful. 

You threw your head back as his pubic bone moved against your mound, adding further pressure to your clit and building up your second high. You clawed at him as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly, muscles around your womb clenching but somehow you still managed to half-whisper, “Fuck, I’m gonna- hah, baby, oh fuck—“

“Come on, make me give it to you, baby, you know it fucking works with how easily I knock your pretty pussy up,” he placed a hand over your mouth like before. 

You came hard again, eyes rolling back into your skull as you could only breathe frantically through your nose. You clenched around his length rhythmically, pulling his own orgasm from him and putting on a show to show him just how much you’d needed to feel him coat your insides.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered through gritted teeth, seating himself inside of you and filling you to the brim. He stretched up a little, making your legs fall down to the sides again, and looked down at where you were connected with a string of quiet profanities leaving him. He grabbed the base of his cock after getting a proper look, then pulled out and made you whimper. Only then, he finally dared to remove his hand from your mouth.

You gasped for a proper mouthful of air, then followed his gaze down between your legs and curled your toes at the sight. You were red and puffy from being so spent, obscenely dripping with his seed. Desperately in need of a shower.

“What time is it?” You asked as you leaned back again, breath still ragged. Dazed and confused was probably the most accurate description that Javier had ever used.

Javier snapped out of his trance that was nothing but you. He looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, “Few minutes to five. Might as well get up and shower for work.”

“I’m not getting up until I absolutely have to,” you mumbled as your tiredness began to creep up on you, not daring to close your legs just yet from how sensitive you still were. 

“Let me get you a cool rag,” he insisted and you just nodded, “And then you can sleep. I’ll take the kids, feed and dress ‘em. You just keep growing my quarterback.”

You smiled softly with your eyes closed.

People always said that all roads lead to somewhere but for you, it wasn’t somewhere; it was someone.

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 35

Part 1 Part 34

The shower Eddie finally takes, after over a week of rotting in Steve’s clothes, should be a relief. His head is no longer itchy. He washes the ash out of his eyes, and Steve’s blood out from beneath his nails. Replaces grime with the smell of the clinical nothingness that is the toiletries the hospital provided.

His breath no longer feels like it’s wilting the air around him after he brushes his teeth. The scrubs he changes into are stiff, but clean and dry.

It should be a relief. But, Steve is out of his sight, quiet and small in his hospital bed.

Wayne will keep him safe, he knows. But who will hold his hand if he wakes up again, delirious? Who will sooth him back to sleep?

He hurries the whole process, bangs plastered to his forehead, hair dripping down the back of his borrowed scrub top.

When he rushes out of the bathroom and into Steve’s hospital room, Wayne’s closer to Steve’s bed then he was when he left him, hand clasping Steve’s own, and staring down at him with a look on his face that Eddie’s only ever seen directed at him before. 

It’s just like when Eddie’d kicked the hole in the plaster of the trailer. Or when Wayne had been called in by Hopper after one infraction or another. Or when he comes home after a session of Hellfire, and regales his uncle with the beat-by-beat replay of the action. 

Like fondness and exasperation are warring for space in the purse of his mouth.

“What happened?” Eddie asks. The linolium is cold on his bare feet as he walks over to retake his own seat at Wayne’s side. 

“Your boy woke up just long enough to ask how you were and then pass back out,” he says, glancing at Eddie, eyes twinkling.

“Did he seem–” Eddie starts, looking down at Steve’s relaxed face. “Is he okay?”

The doctors won’t tell them anything. They’re not his emergency contacts, not family. No one seems to care that no one’s been able to contact the Harrington’s for the two days Steve’s been rotting away in the hospital, alone, save for them. Eddie’s mind drifts back to the way Steve had hid so instinctually in his closet, like he needed a safe place in what should have already been safe, and wants to wring their skinny necks. 

Wayne gently maneuvers his hand out from beneath Steve’s own. Steve’s fingers curl into a loose fist, grasping at air, like he’s seeking the warmth of Wayne’s skin even in his sleep. Wayne sits back in his seat, crossing his ankles as he settles with a sigh.

“He’ll be just fine,” Wayne says, turning in his chair to try to catch Eddie’s eyes. “That boy cares about you.”

He says it like it’s a revelation, but Eddie’s not surprised. He can feel it in the tug at his sternum. The way Steve’s eyes had looked through Eddie’s tears as he’d pressed his forehead to his. Like recognizes like.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “He does.”

The Eddie of two weeks ago would’ve been standing on a table top about it. Saying jocks are a monolith, and Steve is the most jock of them all. He would’ve rioted about King Steve Harrington and his corrupt court of lackeys trying to buy his way into Eddie’s good books. For drugs. Or clout. Or something fucking stupid. Eddie would’ve raged against the machine, a riot in the making. 

But that’s not his Steve. Maybe it was never Steve at all. Things look different from up close, and their lunch tables were always so far away. 

Will Steve sit with him at lunch? He doesn’t look much like Steve the Hair Harrington anymore. His hairs been shaved down to the quick. They’d had to, just to get to the wound trailing up Steve’s forehead and into his hair. He can’t imagine this Steve, hurt and small, sitting with the jocks, throwing fries at Tommy Hagan. 

The thought of school after all of this is like hives crawling up his spine. They’d died, risen back up again to end up back at fucking high school. 

“I want to go home,” Eddie says. But he means his trailer a week and a half ago, before he was split into thirds. Before Steve Harrington and Will Byers. Before.

“You can,” Wayne says, scooting over in his chair so he can wrap his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, dragging him uncomfortably over the arm rest for a pseudo hug.

Eddie looks down at Steve’s sleeping face, wonders when home stopped just being a trailer and Uncle Wayne. Things change so fast when you’re running.

It’s a long night.

Eddie sleeps uncomfortably, propped up in his chair. Wayne drapes a scratchy blanket over him on his way out the door, off to work. 

His dreams are full of shadows spilling out of the ground. Chasing him, and he’s always running but never getting anywhere. Of Steve’s back and Steve’s blood and Steve’s vacant eyes. 

He wakes up to fingers combing through his hair, head pillowed on Steve’s hospital bed, blanket slipped off and onto the floor. It’s dark. One of the nurses must have turned off the lights.

The first day Eddie’d refused to leave, they’d given him his own oxygen mask and deluge of tests, propped up in his seat with Will similarly chained to his side. The second day, they’d tried to get him to go home, get out of the way. 

They’d stopped trying to kick him out the day before. 

The fingers move through his hair, pulling at the knots Eddie hadn’t bothered to comb out. Uncle Wayne must be back from his shift. Or maybe, it’s Mama Byers again, checking up on him again, as if she owes him anything at all.

“Hey.”

His heart ba-thump, ba-thump, tugs. He turns his head, smooshing it into the rough sheets to look up at the head of the bed. Steve’s eyes are open. He smiles hazily down at Eddie, uncoordinatedly petting at his head.

Eddie’s lungs heave, trying to vacate his body all together with the pressure of their seizing. He sobs, raising his hand to trail up across Steve’s cheek, impossibly soft after everything. “You’re such a fucking prick,” he says, heat lost in the way he’s blubbering into the sheets.

Steve smiles, like he’s never seen anything as great as Eddie Munson making a mess of himself at his bedside. It’s probably the morphine. “I know.”

“I dared you to stay alive,” Eddie says. “And then you just–”

He’s choking, too much to finish, like Steve’s not breathing in front of him again, or bleeding out in front of him. Steve’s always dying, and Eddie’s always crying about it. 

“I did,” Steve says, still petting his head. It hurts a little. Eddie’s hair’s a mess of tangled curls atop his head. He never wants Steve to stop touching him. “I said I’d come home.”

Eddie cries. He’s not a cryer, but something’s flipped in him, making him weepy. Like the expectation of grief unrealized keeps bubbling up his throat and bleeding out his eyes. Steve Harrington, his own living ghost, smiles down at him. 

“I’m so tired,” Eddie says. It’s a whine, the consonants drawn out and wet at the edges. 

Steve’s still smiling, dopey and tired and perfect. He pats the spot next to him. “Come here.”

It’s a bad idea. Steve’s hurt. But Eddie’s so weak. The thing in his ribs tugs. Eddie follows it.

He crawls under Steve’s shitty hospital bedding, tucking his wet face into Steve’s neck, arm slung carefully over his chest. “You’ll still be alive when I wake up?” Eddie asks, trying to make it a joke. As if Steve’s lifeless eyes aren’t still looking at him from dreamland.

“Promise,” Steve says.

It feels like Steve’s lips on his forehead, quick and fleeting. In the wee hours of the morning, Eddie and Steve fall asleep.

Part 36

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Sweet as Sugarcane

Chapter 1: February, 1844

Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader Old West/Oregon Trail AU

Word count: 1,194

Summary: As a New York politician's daughter, you're accustomed to a way of life that many people aren't privy to. But after your mother dies and your father sells everything, the only life you see ahead is on a dusty, deserted trail out west--until you meet Agatha.

Warnings: Sickness, death, slight mention of Christianity, mommy issues begin rip

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New York City, February, 1844

A heavy silence sits over the house. 

The early morning seems to match the current events as a thick fog rolls in on the Hudson, viewable from your bedroom window that’s now covered in condensation. Your fingers draw absent-minded shapes as you watch the street below, void of color beneath the gray sky but speckled with golden dots as the rest of the city begins to wake. 

“Miss?”

The voice behind you feels distant. It sounds muffled.

“Miss?”

It’s there again, distant and ringing in your head. 

In the reflection of the window, your lady’s maid stands in the doorway patiently. Her hands are folded in front of her and her brown ringlets are tucked neatly beneath her white linen bonnet.

“Yes?” you sniffle, wiping at your red eyes but not turning to face her. 

“They’re here,” she says quietly, “to take her away.”

You turn your head to the side, eyes landing on the mirror. You’ve always hated the color black. It means nothing but sorrow and loss, and it was no different this time. The image in the mirror brings nothing to you but heartache. Your face is framed with a black bonnet and the white lace on the neckline of your bodice contrasts brightly to the black fabric covering the rest of your figure. 

“Thank you, Clara,” you croak. And you don’t break eye contact with yourself when you say, “I’ll be down shortly,” because it doesn’t feel directed at Clara at all. 

It feels more like you’re telling yourself–convincing yourself–to leave the warmth and safety of your bedroom. To leave and go into a world where your mother no longer exists.

__________

Five hours before

It was two o’clock in the morning.

Maids rushed through the halls with linens, some carrying firewood, others with buckets of water. It was chaos. But among it, you sat quietly at your mother’s bedside in the warmth of the fireplace. 

You gently dabbed her forehead with a cool cloth, hoping to relieve whatever sweat had accumulated on her brow. Her breathing was shallow and her face contorted in pain as exhaustion plagued her body.

It was the third week of staying by her side and she was only getting worse. You seldom left and even had to be forced to bed by your father, reassuring you that she’d be attended to the whole night. And in the morning, you had your breakfast sent up so that you could dress quickly and be back at your mother’s side.

This was a week and a half ago, before the rash had appeared, and before the fever had spiked. Before her body began aching so badly that she couldn’t move. 

And when the doctor told you that she wouldn’t last the week, you rooted yourself to the chair. You refused to leave the room, insisting to have your meals brought up on a tray and only leaving when needed to change or bathe.

Now, she laid there in front of you, limp as a doll. She was pale and sickly. Dark circles shaded her under eye and every few minutes, through her ragged breathing, she’d let out a pitiful cough.

Your head was lowered onto the mattress and your hand was resting on the duvet, clutching a rag when you heard her voice. You sat up quickly, eyes heavy with sleep, “What?”

“I said,” she croaks, “don’t marry him.”

“What?” you repeated.

A dazed smile grew on her face, “I always did have to explain things more than once with you…you never listened.”

“Yes, I did, Mama,” you said, pursing your lips and going to wipe her brow again. “I listened, I just didn’t obey.”

A tired chuckle escaped her lips. “Don’t marry Thomas.” When you didn’t respond, she continued, “You won’t be happy.”

“That’s…not true, Mama,” you sighed, averting your eyes. “He makes me very happy.”

“I may be dying, but I can still tell when you’re lying,” she jested, taking a deep breath just to get her next words out. “I don’t care if you’re twenty-eight. Your brother already has two sons, the wealth can be passed down. You’re far too smart to be settling for a scummy diplomat who boasts about his–” she takes another deep breath “–trips to France.”

“Mama–”

“No,” she said weakly. “If marrying that man makes you unhappy then I don’t want you to go through with it.”

“But, what about Papa?” you murmured. “He–”

“I talked to him yesterday,” she huffed, out of breath. “Become a spinster if you must. Become a nurse like you always said you’d be as a little girl. Just be happy, my dear.”

You smiled, tears brimming on your lashes. “Okay,” you choked out.

“You really would make a fine nurse. You’d probably need a bit of polishing,” she joked, “but you’d be terrific.” 

“Never as good as you, though.”

When she took a deep breath, she wheezed and took your hand in hers. Her skin was clammy and on the outside of her palms, new spots of red were beginning to form. But you ignored them, and instead listened to her intently. 

“You have more heart than most people in this world will ever possess in their lifetime–and certainly more than I have.” She took another deep breath and coughed, her words beginning to slur together and break off between breaths. “Every day that I’ve lived, you’ve astounded me with your kindness and generosity. You would never be as good as I was, my darling–you would be better. And whatever you choose to do with your life, I could not be prouder of you.”

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To get to the stairs you must pass your parents’ bedroom. The door is open and dim, gray light shines through the sheer curtains and onto the bed. The duvet and sheets are pulled down to the foot of the bed. Everything from the night still remains scattered around the room–used rags, dirty linens, chamber pots and water jugs, the Bible that you read to her from, even unused firewood, but not her. Not your mother. 

The bed is now empty. 

Void of her warmth.

You spent many nights in that bed as a little girl, sandwiched between your mother and father when you had a bad dream. Times when you would wake your mother up just to play dolls with you and when she’d nurse you back to health and sing you lullabies to ease you to sleep were far away memories now.

You shut the door quietly. With a deep, shuddering breath, you tighten your bonnet and hold your head high. You turn on your heel and take a step toward the stairs, because there’s no use in dwelling on the past. You could ponder a hundred things now that she’s gone. 

But it’s useless. Those questions won’t be answered, because now, you only have yourself. But one still lingers in the back of your head. No matter how pathetic it is, no matter how childish it makes you feel, your mind clings to it, begging and desperate for an answer.

Who will protect me, now that my mother is gone?

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Young-Il/ Frontman / In-Ho/ Player 001 x Gi-Hun's Sister Reader)

Chapter 2 : Sibling Rivalry

Warnings- Swearing, yelling, people being upseti spaghetti. Gunshots, guns.

The comforting music lulled you back to sleep in contrast to the glaringly bright lights, you groaned and pulled the blanket farther over your head till the loud metal clunking above you woke you up. Why is there a metal clunking anyways?

Creeping one eye open you looked around, realizing you weren’t in your bedroom at your own house.

“What the hell?” I questioned out loud to nobody in particular, I sleepily ran a hand down my face with a groan, already developing a tight headache from the lights. Hearing shuffles around the room I slowly opened my eyes again, using one hand to cover my face from the light. I was met with a sea of green jumpsuits and the only difference in where the outfits started and a person ended was their neck.

Sitting up I leaned over the side of the bed, seeing I was a good couple feet off the ground, my bed being on a third level while two to three levels more sat above me. There was a small platform on the left side, with stairs going both directions. Kicking my feet out and over I stood up from my bed, realizing I too was placed in this green monstrosity. With a sigh I started patting myself down to see if any thing I went to the meeting spot with had come in on my person, nothing in either of my pockets, but my hair was still tied back. I felt the back of my head and realized my (fav/color) hair tie was still in place, along with the hair comb I had put in.

I took a breath knowing I at least had something familiar, even if it was simple hair accessories. I felt down to my ears and realized my earrings were still in place. Okay, so I still had some things.

The swoosh of a giant metal door broke my focus on myself and turned it to the front of the room where a handful of these men in pink uniforms and masks now stood, addressing the room before us. Some people where in outrage about what had happened why they where here. I crawled back into the bed to get a better view from the open side of the bunk.

While they were all talking I looked over the side to get a further look around when I saw another girl below me, a patch with bold numbers reading 380 attached to her jumpsuit.

“Oh hi.” I said, flipping my head upside down on the bunk.

“Oh, hey.” She replied, looking back up at me, her nose ring shining in the fluorescent lights.

“I’m y/n, what’s your name?” I introduced, taking my hair tie out to let my hair hang down the side of the beds.

“I’m Se-Mi.” She said nodding up at me and reaching a hand out. As I reach my hand out to shake hers back I started slipping off the side of the bunk. I felt my center of gravity shift down, quickly I reached my hands up to grab whatever I could under the bunk. As I flipped over my arms where yanked from the wight change. The sudden shift almost caused me to fall, until Se-Mi grabbed at my jacket and pulled me backwards, laying me down on the bed.

“Oof, thanks for gabbing me.” I smiled up at her from where I laid.

“Thanks for dropping in.” She said with a soft chuckle. I laughed at her joke and sat back up. “So, what do you think of all this.” I asked looking around listening to a few people speaking to the pink guards and asking questions.

“I mean, I don’t know, these people who think they’re entitled to everything don’t seem to understand what we’re doing here.” Se-Mi shrugged and leaned against one of the support beams. We both turned back to the guards who were lining people up to sign the consent form.

After everyone signed their consent forms we were led to a room with camera stands.

“….come on, okay how about you pretty girl.” I look to my left to see that purple haired guy from before beckoning me over with his fingers making a “come here”. I glared at him and stepped up to take my picture. The girl in front me me though with her cropped up shirt looked back at me and rolled her eyes. I met Se-mi’s gaze who looked confused. I just shrugged back at her.

———————

“Cross the finish line without getting caught within five minutes, if you do you pass…”

As I listened to the instructions from the middle of the group, I found it hard to hear what was being said as everyone around us was whispering and making little noises that where pissing me off. If this is a game I’m here to play, and win, not chitter chatter. Someone yelled from the front honing in everyone’s attention. That sure made em quiet.

I couldn’t see where or who was at the front, his voice sounded kinda deep even though he was pretty far from me. Se-mi who was further up came back towards me and regaled what he had said.

“This guys spouting off about how we’re all gonna die if we move at all when they say red light.”

“Wait, are you certain he said we would die if we moved?” I asked, nervously picking at my nails now… how would someone know that? Unless…. No, there’s no way my brothers here, he was making up how he got all his money, I’m sure of it.

“Let the game begin” ……… “Green Light……… Red light!”

The doll whipped around as I was fixing my posture, it would help me stay stiller for longer but that was close. After we ran a few more times Se-mi got stuck in a really compromising position, our eyes met again and neither of us where doing very well at holding still, we where so close to laughing when a gun shot sounded off. I gazed past her to see the girl who was glaring at me earlier laying on the ground now, a pool of blood dying her hair for her. A woman standing next to her slowly turned to see her and let out a scratchy scream. People started panicking and making a run for it. As gunshot after shot sounds reverberate across the room I found it harder to keep still wanting to duck and cover my head, but holding as still as I could. Once everything had quieted down the PA system went off again.

“Allow me to repeat the rules…”

At the next light we both crouched behind a much taller man. As we ran I tied my hair up and out of my face, however when I was almost done I got stuck at a red light. Taking a deep breath I tried to still my shaking arms. I heard a gunshot go off and sucked in a breath, thinking it would be my last. When I heard a body drop next to me. I shifted my eyes down to see a body next to me.

We crossed the finish line with about a minute to spare. I stood up straight and took a deep breath, glad that this game was over. Taking a look up at the snipers they didn’t move like a mechanical sniper, but it moved and shifted like a person controlling it.

Behind the snipers a few locked their sights onto the girl who was staring at them incessantly.

“The game has ended”

They had to turn away to put their guns away, but the girl stayed watching, endlessly curious about who was behind the weapon.

Gi-Hun and Hyun-ju stared at each other as the witnessed the man they tried to help die in their arms, the players around them seemingly unaware.

As the top of the enclosure mechanically shut its players from the outside world, a bright beam of light hit his eye sight. A brightly (fav/color) hair tie caught his gaze. The sun reflecting off the little charms and dangles coming from the accessory. Doing a double take he quickly stormed over grabbing at the girls shoulders and whipping her around.

“y/n?" He asked, his sunken eyes staring into your matching ones.

Looking up at him you huff back, confusion wrinkling your face, (almost as much as your brothers).

“Gi-Hun?” You sneered, “What the hell are you doing here?” You asked backing away from him and looking him up and down, he in turn doing the same.

“What- what am I DOING HERE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” He shouted shaking my shoulders. Taking my hands and putting them on his wrists, I squeezed tightly around them.

A moment passed between us of silence as a few other players watched the interaction. I finally found my strength and shoved him off of me. In a quiet shaky breath I spoke soft enough that it would only be the two of us to hear it.

“……. Get away from me.” I said in a low voice. Confusion now a familiar friend on my face.

“Y/n-“ he started to say trying to reach for my shoulders again.

“GET AWAY FROM ME GI-HUN.” I yelled now not caring about spectators or his response. As he tried once more to ask me something that guy from earlier, Thor? Uhhhhh Mikanos? Whatever his name was he came up from behind with two other plays and interrupted us.

“Hey there pretty girl, this old man bothering you.” He said softly glaring at GI-hun, before he put his hand around my shoulder. Shrugging him off I took a step back only to bump into another one of his buddies.

“That’s none of your business.” GI-hun said stepping up to be face to face with Thorn. As the two had a glare down I looked to the side to see Se-mi looking between the two confused. I snuck my way around from the guys blocking my way to Se-Mi. When I met up with her she gave me a bewildered look and I just shrugged back at her as we followed the guards out the door in the back.

I heard Gi-hun calling my name from behind me as those other guys got upset at each other. I simply ignored him and kept walking away.

—————

Intrigue plagued the man sitting in a leather chair watching the game. He knew Gi-hun was here to try and help other players, but why was he so interested in player 432?

What made her so special?

—————

As she sat on the edge of Se-Mi’s bunk waiting for the other to return from looking around. She felt a pull on her ankle. There stood Gi-Hun accompanied by Jung-Bae who was following him around in turn.

“Woah, (y/n), is that really you? Heh, I haven’t seen you since you were little, right before I shipped out.” Jung-Bae smiled and gazed up at me. I simply looked at him, then turned back to Gi-hun.

“What do you want?” I asked glaring at him.

“The same thing I was asking you before, what are you doing here?” He asked, releasing my ankle and resting his hands on the bed.

“I don’t really think that’s any of your business oppa.” I sneered in mock respect and shoved his hands off.

“It is when you suddenly left home, didn’t tell me what you where doing, where you where going, and why your involved in the very thing I told you kept me up at night, all the blood money, why I’ve been gone so much.” He accused counting on his fingers.

“Mhm, okay well it’s not your business because one, it’s my life, two you leave home all the fucking time, and three how in the hell was I supposed to know this-“ I shook my hands around gesturing to the room around us, “was the thing you where talking about, I didn’t believe you because it sounded crazy, which by the way. YOU STILL DO, I don’t see any money just dead people!” I yelled at him as I put my foot to his chest to move him away from me. As he went to retaliate, the whoosh of the doors drew my attention away. I walked to the front of the opening with the two older men tailing behind.

“Congratulations for making it through the first game. Here are the results of the first game.” The square man said, raising a remote to the ceiling as we watched the money fall into a piggy bank.

“Out of 456 players, 91 players have been eliminated. Three hundred sixty five players have completed the first game.”

As I watched the golden bowl fill with cash I went to look at Gi-hun.

Shit, he was right.

As I turned my face was met with his chest as he had moved himself closer to me while we watched, as though he was meaning to stand in front of me.

“Congratulations again for making it through the first game.”

All I could do was stare at the bowl, the money almost being a physical representation of the phrase “what is your life worth” I certainly felt like mine was worth more then 100 million won.

…” Clause three of the consent form!” Gi-Hun shouted, startling me from my daze. “The games may be terminated upon a majority vote, correct?” He yelled. I rolled my eyes at his need to be correct.

I snuck around behind Jung-Bae who was also seemingly in a daze, I crawled and wiggled my way around people and bunks, pretty sure of myself as I hadn’t bumped into anyone yet…

Until I bumped into someone… well more like

Stepped on….

“WAHH!” I yelled as I slipped my way down, it had been so dark I didn’t see this man’s leg sitting in front of me on the bunk. My foot rolling over his shin as I heard the man sitting up and hissing.

“Oof, oh my gosh I’m so sorry sir.” I bowed as I had landed on my knees on the mattress. I was almost parallel with the mattress itself.

“It’s okay, I didn’t see you either, it’s so dark in here without the lights on.” He replied rubbing at his leg, sitting up to look at him I couldn’t see most of his features, all I could see was his side swept hair and square jaw line. Though it was dark it wasn’t dark enough that I couldn’t see his number.

“I’m 432” I said teaching my hand out. He chuckled and softly reached out grasping my hand. “Player 001.” He said.

“Ohh lucky, #1” I said sitting my legs over the bed. Another chuckle left his lips as he leaned back on the bunk. “Oh I wouldn’t say it’s so lucky. It’s the lowest number” he said looking at his number.

“NUH-uh,” I shook my head “there’s negative numbers.” I giggled. With a sigh he shook his head, “I guess you’re right there.” He said. Our conversation got interrupted suddenly as we heard an alarming sounding buzz.

“Player 453” quiet footsteps receded away from us as another buzz sound resonated in the open area.

“wait, what are we doing?” I whispered to 001 as he leaned forward. “We’re voting to go home or to stay and keep playing.” He hushed back.

“ohhhh okay.” I responded.

“Player 432.” As I heard my number called I hopped off the bed. I saw Gi-Hun watching me walk as I made my way to the front. As I felt everyone’s eyes on me. I leaned forward trying to look past the mask of the guard.

“Uhh, which one is which again?” I whispered unsure what the votes meant.

“Press X if you wish to end the games here, Press O if you wish to continue playing.” It replied.

“Ohh” Taking another look behind me, I saw Gi-hun referencing the X beneath him, I rolled my eyes and slammed my hand on O. The guard handed me my pouch and I went to stand on the blue side. Gi-Hun looked at me confused and made a shocked gesture. I turned my back from him to go stand in the back of the room once again. A few voters came and went and as our side gained more and more votes Gi-Hun spoke up from his side.

“Wait a minute, everyone! You can’t do this. Come to your senses! Don’t you see? These aren’t just any games. We will all die if we keep playing! We have to get out of here now. With a majority vote, we can!” Gi-Hun exclaimed, I rolled my eyes at his antics and looked away trying to distract myself… I believe him now… but that doesn’t mean HE has to know that.

As people around us shouted and went back and fourth on their views of what was happening, I wiggled my way to the side where Gi-Hun was standing.

“Come on now. Please don’t do this. Listen. None of us would be alive if it weren’t for this gentleman. So enough with the greed. Let’s put our lives first and get out of this place! Okay?” An old lady rested her hand on his arm and looked around to all the people, he looked at me with an ‘I told you so’ look. I just glared and pressed my O patch harder onto my chest to make sure it was stuck.

As more people clamored around us I heard some calling my brother a fraud, I stepped towards them and shoved at their shoulder.

“Hey he may sound like a nut case but there is some point in what he’s saying.” I shouted over the group as this X player just looked me up and down.

“Please, I’m begging you. We have to get out now! If we keep playing, more people will die.That could be you. We have to stop this now and get out of here. Everyone.” As I watched Gi-Huns exclamation I felt my pulse quicken when one of the guards held a gun to his back. Wisely he put his hands up and backed onto his side. “From here on, we will not tolerate actions that disrupt the voting process. Now, let’s resume the vote.”

After everyone had voted it was left down to player 001, I looked at him and noticed he was looking between me and Gi-hun in the crowd, when he met my eyes he started to walk down the isle. As our side chanted O the other side chanted X. In the middle of the chaos I looked over to Gi-hun looking at me with a disappointed look, I paused my cheering for a moment. I looked back at my acquaintance and shouted O over louder than before The ring of the O buzzer echoed in the room, me and the others cheered in exuberance. I looked back at Player 001, to see him looking at my brother again. In confusing I directed my gaze to him and saw him staring at the floor in disappointment.

Later on they told us dinner would be in 10 minutes, feeling emotionally exhausted I went back to my bed, only for Gi-hun to block my way again.

“Move ass, I want to take a nap.” I said trying to push passed him.

“Not until you tell me why you joined.” He said grabbing at my upper arms.

“Ugh, FINE okay you want to know so bad? I pick pocketed someone I shouldn’t have and now I have to pay them back, there, do you feel better now that you know?” I replied with a snark, talking down to him like an upset toddler.

“What? Why didn’t you come to me?” He asked, “I would have helped you.”

“I don’t need your help, I’m a grown fucking woman, and it’s about time you acknowledge that fact, I didn’t need you when I was little, I don’t need you now.” I huffed.

“Clearly you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be in this position.” He said releasing me, rubbing my shoulders to make up for the tough grip he had before.

“NO, I DON’T, you’ve never let me just be on my own, the only time I felt like I was actually in control was stealing because it was a choice I made, your only around when YOU want to be. I’m done Gi-Hun, this is another level of ridiculous behavior.” I yelled, stomping my foot like a child.

“What do you mean ‘your done’” he asked in air quotes, as Jung-Bae walked up behind us.

“When we get out of here, I’m moving.” I said, poking my finger into his chest. “You can live in mom’s house all by yourself, I don’t need you in my life 24/7, that’s not a normal grown sibling thing to have. I’m gonna move to my own place, without you around.” I proclaimed moving past him and stomping up the stairs to my bed, leaving him speechless on the steps.

Other players awkwardly coughed and diverted their gaze to give the siblings so space, except for player 001 who just stared on, a new resolution cooking in his head.

AN: Part 2! Sorry it took me longer, hopefully I’ll have part three this same time tmr. Thanks for reading and stay tuned!

Yours truly

~ FandomObbsessedB

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[ferrarrigirl]

could you do a fic where carlos has children and it just tonnes of fluff? thxxxx

A/N: AHH ty for my first request. I hope you like it xxx Also ignore the pictures idk why they are coming up in a weird order :(

Also Check out my poll for favorite kiddie from the fic

BANG. You jump out of bed hearing something smash out in the kitchen. Immediately you turn to the side, seeing Carlos fast asleep beside you. He must have gotten in late last night and snuck in without waking you. You told him he should stay in Singapore and celebrate the win with the team, but he wanted to be at home with you and the kids. You rush to put your slippers on and move towards to where you heard the loud noise from. Peeking into the kitchen you see your oldest daughter holding a broom while your boy sits on the kitchen stool watching Elena with a guilty face. You step into the kitchen, catching Elena’s attention.

“Oh no, sorry Mama, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“That’s okay amor,” you reply moving to Mateo and kissing his cheek, “but what are you doing up? You should’ve woke me if you were hungry, I could’ve made you something.”

“We saw Papa’s car in the driveway and wanted to surprise him for winning,” Mateo says looking up at you with the same big brown doe eyes his Papa has. You can’t help but break out into a grin, these kids really were the best.

“Well we would’ve been able to surprise you too if Mateo didn’t go and smash the bowl on the ground,” your daughter spills. You giggle lightly, she’s always been the feisty one.

You now move towards her, grabbing the broom from her hand “that’s okay bebe, I can help you both now and we can make Papa a nice big breakfast.” You split the kitchen; with you cooking the eggs and sausage, Elena on fruit cutting duty, and Mateo mixing the pancake batter, the only thing you were sure he wouldn’t mess up. God was that boy clumsy. Within 20 minutes, all 3 of you had the kitchen island filled with a gourmet breakfast buffet.

“Cmon you know the drill,” the kids groan knowing their mom has to take a picture to document this. They would look back and appreciate it you thought.

“Perfect” you say snapping a picture of them standing behind the plated goodies. “Okay you two go brush your teeth, I’ll wake Noah and Luna and then we can surprise Papa.”

As your oldest two kids scurry to their rooms, you head in the direction of your younger boy. You sit down on the bed next to him, “Morning Noah, time to wake up baby”, you say, lightly running your hand through his beautiful dark hair. The same brown eyes flutter open and close as he cuddles into his stuffed Lightning Mcqueen. Ever since Charles gave him that, they’ve been inseparable.

“Nooo still tired Mama.”

“Cmon, me Elena and Mateo already made breakfast and there’s pancakes for you,” you try bribing him. No reply. You try again, “Papa’s back.”

PAPA’S BACK?” He jumps out of bed and ontop you.

“Shhh yes bubba but he’s sleeping,” you say rubbing his back, “So let’s go get you ready and then we can surprise him.” Happy with this plan, you get your third child into the bathroom and ready and bring him out to the kitchen so Elena can watch him. You sigh, only two more to wake up.

You head back to your bedroom, joining Carlos on his side of bed, you lean down and press a kiss to his cheek, “Good morning race winner.” He slowly opens his eyes giving you a lazy smile as he pulls you down into bed with him. 

“Morning carino, what are you doing up so early, come cuddle,” he says nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing light kisses along your shoulder. You lightly giggle while reminding him ‘Are you forgetting the house full of kids we have?”

You feel his smile grow against your shoulder, “I could never,” he jokes back, “I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you more bub.”

You give yourself another 5 minutes to bask in his warmth while you can, just lying in his strong hold, feeling his hair tickle your ear. These are the moments you miss most every time he has to leave for a race weekend.

“Hmm, alright get up,” you peer over at the clock, “Luna’s gonna be up in 5 minutes, which gives you enough time to get ready, get her and meet me in the kitchen,” you say while pulling yourself out of bed. You drop another kiss to his cheek and as you walk out the door, you can’t help laugh while hearing Carlos groan and mutter “Yes ma’am.”

Back in the kitchen, Noah, Elena and Mateo all sit in the stools lining the island, waiting patiently for breakfast to be served. You’re surprised that they haven’t all rushed to Carlos in bed yet, they must really want to surprise him for the win.

“How long Mamaaaaaa, I’m hungryyyyyy,” Noah whines. There it is you think.

“Soon bubs, he’s just getting Lu.” Moving to the fridge, you grab Luna’s bottle, knowing she’ll be hungry the second she sees you and as you shut the fridge door, Carlos walks into the kitchen holding baby Luna.

“Surprise Papa!” Your kids yell running to Carlos engulfing him in a big family hug. You carefully grab Luna so he can give each of his babies a hug and kiss as they yell different congratulations his way.

He notices the breakfast feast behind them, “Did you guys make all this for me?”

“Si Papa,” says your eldest daughter with a proud grin.

Mirroring her smile, Carlos replies “Muchas gracias mi alma” and gives her another forehead kiss. You stand feeding Lu her bottle, just admiring the way Carlos helps each one plate their food and how the kids tell him everything they loved about the race.

“The DRS move to help uncle Lando was so good”

“You were going so fast”

“I felt bad for Uncle Cha”

“Was it hot”

“Is Uncle George okay”

“I knew you would win Papa”

That last one from Mateo has you tearing up (he’s always been his biggest fan), just seeing the beautiful family you’ve created and how happy the kids are. Carlos notices and comes your way, “Hermosa, why you getting all teary eyed on me hmm?” he says the same big brown doe eyes filled with concern.

“I’m just so proud of you and so happy that we could be celebrating together. Thank you for coming home,” you look up at him through your glossy eyes.

He wraps an arm around you, leans down and places a slow delicate kiss on your lips. Pulling back, he rests his forehead on yours and smiles, “Te amo carino, I’ll always come home to you.”

A/N: omg why did this turn out so adorable. I need Carlos in my life😭. Also please leave any suggestions/feedback on what you liked and didnt

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Midnight Temptation

My Bloody Valentine

Part I

You learn a little more about the handsome stranger but not everything is as it seems. Still aloof and secretive but there's just something about him that has captivated you.

18+ Only! MDNI

CW: Slow Burn. Dark and mature themes. Vampire!Steve. Reader is pushed and attacked. Harsh language. Mention of blood and abrasions. Let me know if I missed anything!

WC: 4.7K

Steve… Steve… Steve…

Those eyes. You couldn’t forget those pools of molten amber that bore into yours as if he could see into your very soul.

The tall, dark and handsome stranger edged past the corner of your dream land that very night, catching a glimpse of him in your peripheral, out of place but not unwelcome. Hidden in the shadows, just as he had in the alleyway, watching and waiting. Each time you turn your face to gain a better look, he disappears, always just out of reach.

You awoke the next day with his name on your lips, a breathy whisper before you opened your bleary eyes and adjusted to the early afternoon light.

You sit up with a groan, the bedside table reading 1:16 pm. A little more sleep would have been ideal, but you took whatever you could get. Most days sleeping past noon was a miracle.

It would be another late shift, and you wondered if he might drop by, but you shook the thought from your mind just as quickly as it was there.

“No! Nope… not doing this.” You said to yourself, getting up from bed to get yourself ready. Just some dude. Just some handsome dude… with pretty eyes…

You had to mentally scold yourself once again before getting into the shower.

-

He didn’t show up that night.

Every time the door swung open, you found your gaze drifting in that direction, hoping he would walk back through and greet you with that broody yet enticing exterior but then as days stretched into a few weeks, you began to wonder if he’d been entirely a figment of your imagination. You felt foolish. It was one small encounter, yet it seemed to mean so much more. Why him? It felt as though in some way he had bewitched you.

Get a grip. He's just some guy… Some handsome, charming, mysterious guy… with a really nice ass. No. No. No. You cut yourself off, going back to check on your tables, making you momentarily forget about Steve, focusing on refilling drinks and taking greasy food orders.

He slipped in as your back was turned, talking to the bartender about some rude ass customer that you had just told off.

“I swear to God, if I see that douche in here again. It's the third time he's hit on me… some assholes just can't take the hint.” You huffed, as Jerry smirked and handed you two mugs of beer.

“Some dicks are like that, I'll make sure the bouncer keeps an eye out for him next time.” the man replies, his head snapping toward the back booth. “Shit, talk about guys that give off creeper vibes.”

Time seemed to slow as those eyes met yours. Those dark orbs flecked with amber shards that you dreamt about. He nodded, taking out a pack of smokes reaching for the ashtray in the middle of the table.

“He gives you the creeps?” You ask incredulously, reluctantly tearing your gaze away to look back at Jerry with a pinch of your brow.

“He's… odd. Been coming in here off and on for a few years. Never orders anything, smokes a couple and then he's gone.” He replies, while wiping down a few glasses.

You look back to Steve and regard him for a moment, his intense stare never leaving you as a cloud of smoke curls upward from his lips upon a heavy exhale, his features momentarily obscured by the cloud of nicotine.

“I dunno Jer, he's got that whole mysterious thing going on but maybe he just enjoys the atmosphere.” You smirk with a snicker, loading the beer onto your tray.

“Ha! In this shithole? That'll be the day.” He laughs, shaking his head and starts to work on some other orders.

Balancing the tray, you take a deep breath and head out onto the floor, navigating the small crowd and dropping off the round of beers, before heading over to where Steve sat.

His cigarette was now smoldering in the ashtray, his hands laced together and sitting on the tabletop as you approached, taking a deep breath to calm your sudden nervousness.

He’s just some guy. You begin to repeat, stepping in front of him.

“Hi stranger.” You greet him with a warm smile. “What’ll it be?”

He returns your smile, with a soft, lopsided one. Cute, you thought.

“Uh, nothing for me, thanks. Just enjoying this cancer stick before I head out.” He replies smoothly, pulling the cigarette back to his lips.

“Head out?” You asked, with an air of disappointment. “But you just got here– Well, I mean…” Your cheeks heat with the sudden slip up as his small grin grows wider, tongue darting out to lick his lips before he spoke once more.

“Keeping tabs on me, are we?” He smirked, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“What? No.” You scoff. “In case you didn’t know, it’s my job to notice when customers walk in.”

“And talking to your co-worker about me?” He lifted a knowing brow.

“How did you–” Trailing off and looking back to where you had been standing with Jerry, all the way at the other end of the building, at least twenty feet away. How could he have heard that?

“Creeper vibes?” He asks, as your head snaps back to him.

“Hey, I didn’t say that… That was all Jerry.” You defend, placing a hand to your hip.

“I’m only teasing. I am well aware of my mysterious vibes.” He says with a chuckle, letting your tension melt away as his reassurance and light teasing puts you at ease.

“Well, I should at least apologi–”

“No need.” Dismissing the notion with a small wave before taking another cigarette to light.

“Let me buy you a beer?” You ask, voice low and sweet, hoping he would accept. For some reason, you were unwilling to let the conversation end so quickly.

“Don’t drink but thank you. Really.” He replies, lips wrapping around the filter as he takes a drag. His pink, pouty, perfect lips. That you were most definitely, unabashedly staring at.

He wears a knowing grin. “Buy me a pack of smokes. We’ll call it even, yeah?”

“Right.” You clear your throat, backing away. “Yeah! Of course.”

He chuckles to himself, watching as you turn and hurriedly make your way over to the bar.

A while later, you took your break running into the convenience store a few storefronts down to buy him that pack of cigarettes but by the time you made it back he was already gone.

“What the fuck?” You hiss, looking around at seeing his empty seat but this time there was a napkin left behind. A simple promise scrawled in fairly neat handwriting.

Sorry, had to dash. Save it for next time. – Steve

You smiled to yourself, pocketing the pack into your apron before making your next rounds.

_

It would only be a few days until your next encounter, passing him the small white pack with a smile. From that day forward, you began to see him every few days, learning a little more about him each time.

That aloof and mysterious facade quickly started to slip away, revealing a mild mannered, albeit a little broody sweetheart. There was still an air of secrecy around him, which you found all the more appealing adding to his already charming demeanor. Being devastatingly handsome was just an added bonus.

Sometimes he spoke like a true old soul with a friendly piece of advice or a few words of wisdom slipping out with ease in the middle of a conversation.

He never drank, didn't even ask for water, just smoked a couple of cigs in his corner keeping to himself. You'd seen a couple of women and men approach him but he always politely turned them down.

You learned he lived close by and liked to get out and stretch his legs, eventually finding his way down to the bar district each night.

When it came to what he did for a living, he kept it very simple yet vague, only stating that he did the occasional odd job. Whatever the odd job may be, it must have paid well considering the clothing he sported was stylish and always well put together, including his TAG Heuer watch. He looked much too expensive for a grungy, dimly lit place like this. It was a wonder he hadn’t been mugged yet.

He was a night owl, yet so were you, keeping you company most evenings and going out to the alley to join you for your breaks.

“So, where are you from originally?” You finally asked, trying to gain some sense of better understanding of the man before you, eyes shifting over to him expectantly.

“A small town, not too far from here.” He replied, looking toward the ground as he leaned against the wall next to you, knocking the ashes from his half smoked cigarette. Yet another vague response to something that should be easy.

“Why do you always do that?” You huffed a little, shifting on your makeshift stool, putting your hands inside your coat pockets, glaring up at him.

“Do what?” He asked flatly, feigning ignorance to his obvious aloofness.

“I ask a question, and you give a half-assed answer. You do it all the time.”

“Sometimes the answer, it’s… complicated.” Answering thoughtfully, with a sigh, a hand running through his perfectly quaffed hair, not meeting your gaze.

“Complicated? That’s as basic as it gets, I would hate to see you try to come up with something for more intricate questions.” You scoff and stand, taking a few steps toward the building.

He heaves another heavy sigh, dropping the butt and crushing it under his boot, watching as you stop and look back at him.

“Look, if you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine. You’ve obviously got some sort of walls built up to keep people out, so I won’t pry.”

He didn’t expect that, meeting your gaze with soft, tired eyes. There was a small, poignant pause between you, as if this would define a small turning point and for whatever reason, he didn't quite understand he let the truth slip free.

“Hawkins.” He quietly said. “About two hours from here, or at least it used to be.”

“No shit?” You asked, bewildered.

A natural gas explosion from an extensive underground cave system had decimated the sleepy town. Everyone in Indiana knew about the events that reeked of a government cover up and had conspiracy theorists coming out of the woodwork. Luckily, most of the residents had already been evacuated, so most of the damage was isolated to the land and structures. You’d remembered reading about it in some of your history classes.

“Wow, that was in ‘88 or ‘89… wait… how old are you exactly?” Your brows pinched with confusion as you mentally calculated the time frame.

“Yeah, the end of ‘89. And I'm… older than I look.” He shrugged, biting his lip, trying to gauge your expression.

“So… you're fucking with me?” You nod, face falling a bit, crossing your arms over your chest. “You know, it would've been easier just to say literally any BFE town in Indiana, or hell the world. It's not like I'm going to go snoop into your history, Steve.”

His lips part but you hold up a hand, silencing him.

“Nope. I get it. Keep your secrets.” You quickly spin away and leave him standing there crestfallen and a little stunned. It suddenly occurred to you that he wasn't taking anything seriously, so neither should you. It stung a little, but at least you knew where he stood or rather didn't stand.

-

Steve knew he was getting in too deep.

It had been years since he had any sort of meaningful connection with someone, finding himself craving your company. He knew better yet found himself sitting at his usual booth again and again.

He still didn't understand it. No one has ever smelled as divine as you do and he imagined no one ever would. It was maddening, but the more time he spent in your presence he was able to control his impulses, keeping those beastly urges at bay.

Those first few weeks were pure agony. He left the alley in search of a quick meal, finding it a couple of blocks down in a dimly lit parking garage. It warmed his throat but tasted like ash on his tongue, doing little to quench his bloodlust, his mind drifting back to you. To have you so close, yet letting you slip right through his fingers seemed such a waste.

After he'd finished, letting the chap go on his merry way, he wandered back toward that same alley finding it vacant, but your powerful scent lingered. He stayed close by until you were finished with your shift.

Around 2 am, you finally found your way going toward home with Steve close behind. For a moment, it crossed his mind to drag you into the nearest dark corner and feed, but he pushed that thought away. You were something special, that much was obvious, he had to control himself if he wanted to get closer to you.

He silently followed you every night, staying undetected and keeping to the shadows, until his fangs no longer had a mind of their own every time he caught a whiff of your sweet essence. In all these years, he had never felt the need to do so with anyone but the overwhelming urge to have you, to claim you in every way began to slowly overtake his brain. In his mind, you were already his.

Talking about Hawkins brought up a lot of memories he would have much rather forgotten but he didn't think about the logistics, his mouth working faster than his mind when it slipped out.

The look on your face had made his heart ache. An immediate lump formed in his throat at your mere mention of being anything but truthful, suddenly wishing he had lied instead. The real truth of the matter, the town being overrun with creatures from the Upside Down would have been too much for someone to understand.

Of course, it didn't help that he was forever stuck in this twenty-year-old form, now at fifty-seven. Even if he had actually been born closer to the downfall of Hawkins, it would have been a stretch to believe.

The government did come in to cover it up, as far as he knows, they're still covering it up. No one is allowed in. The secure barrier that they created is heavily monitored by the military but somewhere deep in his bones he can still feel it. The influence, the pull that ties him to all manner of creature and beings still beyond his manner of understanding.

He supposed that's why he hadn't managed to go further than Indianapolis. Something tethered him to the Upside Down, a bond that would probably never be severed.

Fall faded as winter quickly approached and the temperatures began to nosedive. There was early snow at the end of November that had turned into a grey frozen sludge on many of the sidewalks making it a literal icy hell. You lost count of how many times you had slipped and fallen already.

Christmas Eve was no different. You made the hazardous trek in but it was still business as usual once you had arrived. The glow of the neon and promise of cheap beer was just too much for some people to ignore, most patrons seemingly unfazed by the wintery tundra just outside the door, self-preservation be damned.

On holidays the bars were usually filled with the lonely and broken, people with no other place to go so they filled their time with a buzz and familiar conversation. No family. No friends. You seemed to fit right in.

Steve hadn’t come back around, and you admittedly missed his presence. His booth remained empty, and it left you feeling a little remorseful at the last conversation. Maybe you were too harsh and quick to judge but then again, why did he lie about the most mundane question.

In those few short weeks, he’d become a staple. Even Jerry had commented that he hadn’t seen the “creeper” in a while. Though “creeper” seemed to now be a more affectionate term, as he saw the way Steve had looked at you, though he kept his commentary to himself after you had seemed so heartbroken the last time he had been here.

The longer the night pressed on, the flow of customers only began to trickle. Midnight left you and Jerry alone with one of the regulars, Jimmy. An older man whose wife died a few years back, so he drowned his sorrows when he could.

You were sitting at the bar, counting your tips when Jerry spoke up.

“Want to go home early? I don’t think anyone else is going to come in tonight. If they do, I can manage.” He says, nonchalantly, wiping down the bar.

“Not like I have anywhere else to be Jer.” Responding nonchalantly. “But if you're trying to run me off I won't object.” Your fingers drift to the back of your apron, untying it and hopping off the stool.

You slipped into the restroom to empty your bladder for the walk home, as if by habit your eyes drifting to that empty booth upon exiting. There was a small red gift bag sitting there.

Looking around, the place was just as you had left it. Jimmy was nursing his drink at the bar and Jerry had his back to you, cleaning up the bottles in the back. You wipe your damp hands down the front of your jeans and begin to make your way over.

Upon further examination the small tag indeed has your name scrawled across it, making your heart leap a little in your chest. You pull the matching red tissue paper up to reveal a small note tucked into the side.

Please accept this small token as gratitude for your time and listening ear.

Merry Christmas, Steve.

You look around again. How had he slipped in and out so quickly?

A black velvet box lay in the bottom of the bag. Your fingers hesitantly wrap around the smooth exterior, before opening it to reveal a diamond tennis bracelet. It sparkled back at you in the neon and low lights. It was breathtaking and assuredly cost more than what you made in a month's time.

You trace the edges in awe, so enraptured that you hadn't heard the footsteps behind you.

“What's that?” Jerry's voice pulls you back to reality.

“Uh, nothing.” You quickly recover, snapping the box closed and shoving it back into the bag awkwardly.

“That didn't look like nothing.” He prodded with a small grin.

“Bye Jerry.” You squeeze past him to head out for the night, with the bag clutched tight to your chest.

“Sure Y/N, have a good night.” He chuckled as you made toward the back.

Later that night you examined the bracelet with a big dopey smile plastered to your face. No one had ever given you something so lavish. Too lavish that wearing it out to work seemed out of place but it was too beautiful not to show off. Jerry never said anything, but he always gave you a knowing smile when he saw the jewelry on your wrist.

-

You hadn't even been able to thank him properly for the bracelet. Steve’s note had been short, not surprising the way you two had left things but you continued wondering if you would see him again or if he would forever keep his distance. It would be weeks before you would finally see him again.

The day before Valentine’s.

A made-up holiday for big corporations to profit off of lovesick saps. Being single for so long had turned you a bit cynical toward love, not that you had meant for it to happen, but you had grown accustomed to the idea of being alone.

The bar was having a big event the next day, so it already looked like cupid had thrown up around the room. Streamers, paper hearts and heart shaped balloons decorated the space.

Jerry chuckled as you grumbled about your shift, thankful you would be off the actual day of, happy not to have to wait on cheery couples or the occasional depressed loner.

Steve’s booth remained relatively empty as if it was always waiting for his return, until tonight. You watched as two men strolled in like they owned the place and quickly took up residence in the back.

“What can I get you two gentlemen?” Asking as you walked up to his booth. A silly notion that he should have such a claim over it. He didn’t own it; hell he never even bought a drink.

“Hi sweet cheeks.” The one to the left of you hummed, tongue licking across his lower lip as his eyes drifted down your legs, even going as far as shifting in his seat to gain a better look. It made your skin crawl. He was pushing every bit of fifty, pudge hanging over his pants and balding.

You had your fair share of sleazeballs, but these two were the big door prize.

“Pitcher of Bud Light,” The younger one spoke up, eyes settling unabashedly on your cleavage. He could have been the other’s son but still had all of his sandy blonde hair. Something in the way he stared at you made your hairs stand on end. It was unsettling the way his eyes lingered, looking you up and down like you were his next meal.

“And sweet cheeks, how about some shots of Jack to go with that.” The older one grinned. “My boy just got home today and we’re celebrating.”

“Coming right up,” you responded cheerfully, dropping your forced smile as soon as you turned away. It was bound to be a long night, and these two were only going to make it worse.

A little while later, you brought their drinks over, careful not to lean too far over the table to give them the wrong idea.

“Here we go. One pitcher of Bud Light, two glasses and two shots of Jack.” You smiled, friendly enough, setting everything out between them. “Anything else for you right now?”

“How about you do a shot with us, huh?” The younger man leaned slightly forward sporting a sardonic grin.

“Sorry, don’t drink on the clock but let me know if I can get you anything else.” You nod and turn to head back out onto the floor.

“Woah, hey, don't leave yet.” He grabs your wrist, halting your movement, causing you to spin back around with an icy glare. He chuckles, but lets you go, holding his hands up in defense but his eyes drift to the bracelet around your wrist.

“Don’t touch me again.” You spit.

“Sorry darlin. Just thought you might want to help me celebrate later. Once you get off…” Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes lingering up and down your curves, but the offer is short lived as you scoff.

“I’ll pass.” You shoot back, not bothering to wait for a retort or to watch his all too forced smile turns into a heavy scowl, cussing under his breath, calling you a “fuckin’ bitch” as you walked away.

You were too engrossed in taking orders and gathering drinks to notice them leer at you from the corner, leaving only after one round of drinks. You weren’t shocked to find they had paid exact change, no tip included. Good riddance.

The rest of your shift went smoothly, all but forgetting those two idiots and letting the rest of the night fade away.

You left the warmth of the bar behind around two in the morning, along with the smell of stale beer heading for home, making sure your coat was zipped securely as you began to hum “Can’t Help Falling in Love”, an earworm you couldn’t shake since it had been playing on rotation all night.

“Happy Valentine’s Day…” You murmured, tossing your knit beanie over your head and securely over your ears.

Much to your surprise the flurries had stopped earlier, leaving a clear and quiet night behind. The crusty slush and salt mixture crunches beneath your boots with each step. Once you made it past the main storefronts, it began to turn into that thin sheen of icy danger making you slow down a few beats to make sure you didn't slip.

The strap of your backpack kept falling, making you pause to push it up your shoulder again as you suddenly thought you heard what sounded like footsteps falling in behind in time with your own. You stop, and so do they.

Your breath fogs ahead of you as you swallow thickly around a small lump beginning to form in your throat. Something felt off. You turn to look over your shoulder, seeing nothing but an empty sidewalk in a frozen cityscape. A breath of relief escapes you, spinning back around as you pick up the pace.

It was only another two blocks before you would be back in the warmth and safety of your apartment, suddenly aching for a hot bath and a glass of wine to wind down.

A noise from the darkened alley ahead makes your head snap in the direction it came from. The streetlamp was out, making you feel a strange unease once more. You didn’t stop, looking down the street there was a dumpster but nothing else that seems out of place.

It was sudden, knocking the breath from your lungs as your body crashes to the frozen ground, you gasp harshly as something grabs onto you, quickly pulling you back up to a standing position and dragging you closer to the secluded alleyway.

“St—” You try, still too winded from the initial blow to speak, a raspy sort of squeak escaping you instead, your legs thrashing out in front of you.

Whoever it was didn’t let go, forcing their hand over your mouth to stifle any more noises that escape you as their arm wound around your waist, hauling you up as they continue down the dark alleyway. This is it. You think bitterly.

“Stupid bitch.” They hiss. “I asked nicely earlier, ya’ know.”

It suddenly hit you. The asshole from earlier.

You attempt to scream, finally getting the breath back in your lungs but it comes out too muffled behind his large palm.

“Shut the fuck up!” He grits out, right by your ear, suddenly throwing you up against the metal dumpster. Your head hit hard, knocking you dazed as he let you crumple to the ground with a dark chuckle. “Least I can get a pretty penny for that piece of ice on your arm.”

You reach up, your fingertips are met with a warm, wet patch at your hairline, making your grimace as blood slowly trickles down the side of your face.

It all happened so quickly. One second the idiot was right on top of you, breathing down your neck and then he was being pulled away from you with a forceful tug.

There was a half scream, half screeching noise followed by a gurgling sound that was abruptly cut off as an eerie silence hung in the air. You wince, trying to turn your head to see behind you.

Your eyes squint in the dark, two black silhouettes in the shadows clinging closely to each other, or rather, as your eyes begin to focus, one holding the other up. You watch in silence as the figure in a long, dark coat lets the other go. They fall to the ground with a resounding thud in a limp, unmoving heap as a shiver runs down your spine at the sudden revelation.

You try to move back, but your feet fai you, feeling heavy and lethargic, sending you back into the dumpster beside you with a resounding thud, causing his head to snap toward you.

His eyes. That molten amber glowing brightly in the dark. Those eyes that you had dreamed of, it hadn't been your imagination, only now seeming more like a nightmare as he stares at you.

You gasp, covering your mouth as he takes a step forward, his face finally illuminated just enough to see those handsome features come into view only to be obscured with a splatter of crimson splashed across his alabaster skin.

“Steve?!”

[hope-to-hell]

man of a thousand faces. Ivo Robotnik x Agent Stone. Smut, caning, needles, an anonymous third party who's really only there to hold up the story, flagrant abuse of second person perspective. As Ivo says, he needs to clear his cache. He needs the pain, but that's something Stone just can't give him. Luckily, they are resourceful.

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Bring a chair over– just there is good. You’re a part of this, after all; even if you’re not the one holding the bag of tricks, you’re still intimately involved. Gather the clothes that Ivo’s tossing in your direction; fold them neatly. Sit down, get comfortable. Loosen your tie. This isn’t about you, not really, although you can get yourself off if you like. Look at him, pale and vulnerable without his shell. You could draw constellations from the freckles scattered across his chest, tracing their shapes with a fingertip. But that’s for another time. This is for Ivo. 

You can help with this part, you know. You can take the cloth and wash his skin; bite your lip and try not to let him feel your shaking hand. This is unfamiliar ground, and you must remember yourself. Keep your faith in his ability to call the shots, to say if and when he needs to stop. Watch him settle at the edge of the bed, close enough to touch. Watch the parting of his lips as the first needle bites through his flesh. 

Just look at him: needles pierced all down his back and curling ‘round his sides in a pattern of clouds and waves; watch closely for the minute vibrations as silk thread is woven around them to fill the space between. Each motion carries with it a twinge of pain and oh, by all the stars above he is beautiful like this. 

(I need this. Ivo paces, one side of his mustache frizzed from rolling it between his fingers. Need to clear my cache.

I can’t— I can’t hurt you. 

Then find someone who can. A beat. I trust you.)

This is what it means to see Ivo’s mind quiet. Slip your first two fingers beneath the hinge of his jaw and find his pulse steady. Were you fearful that he’d find you lacking, that a vast dark gulf would open between you? Look at him now. See how he watches you? Perhaps he too felt uneasy when first he laid out what he needed, and waited to see what you would say. Perhaps he weighed the risks for days beforehand, calculating your most likely move. Would you cave, giving him the pain he needed but opening yourself to self-loathing and resentment? Would you find this all too much and leave? Or would you make this work?

He’s seen you forceful, seen you vicious with your bloody torn fingernails, all knives and ripping tearing howling if you’ve hurt him I will rend your every molecule apart; he’s seen you in the aftermath streaked red and trembling as adrenaline fades. And he has seen the handprint you left behind when you touched his chest and almost whispered all for you. Let me guard you with my life. Let me die for you if it means you’ll live. He has seen the breadth and depth of your devotion, has been under your tender hands, and so he has come to understand the many shapes you take in this world. 

The ocean recedes into the far distance. Walk the new shoreline and discover all the secret rare things you’ve never seen but have only guessed at their glitter in the depths. This won’t— cannot— last; Ivo (and he is Ivo now, sometimes, when he lets his game face fall– though most days he’s still Sir or Doctor) is almost always moving, always talking, never resting until sleep sneaks up to take him by surprise. Soon enough he’ll crash back into himself.

(Remember the first time, when he bit down on your Adam’s apple hard enough to bruise? Remember how you worshipped him with the slow drag of your open mouth down his belly until you could taste the slick salt pearling from his cock? How he wove his fingers through your hair and jerked his hips until all he could do was arch his spine taut to breaking as he breathed your name?)

He needs this. That much is clear. It’s how he empties his mind of all the thoughts that chase each other round and round. Now watch as the needles are plucked from his flesh. Each is followed by a slow bead of blood and soon he is streaked red from his nape clear to the dimples above his ass.

(Your thumbs fit there like he was made for you; you drew him back against you slow and steady until you could feel his heartbeat from the inside and for once he was at a loss for words but his fingers twisted in the sheets said everything)

He is calm and coming back to center, focused on these dozens of pinpoint stings, and now the emptying of his mind begins. Your third brings out a towel and Ivo’s skin is cleansed; antiseptic lingers in the air. Are you ready to continue? asks the third.

I am, Ivo replies.

(I don’t understand. 

It’s a primal need. It’s not necessary to understand, only to either accept it or not.

Then I choose to accept it, but I need to ask. Can I be there?

I wouldn’t have it any other way.)

Now comes the thud of the cane, leaving pink stripes across his ass and upper thighs; each strike leaves the marks a little redder and a little deeper as they crash through him to shake his bones. And Ivo melts down onto the bed, head pillowed on his arms; he breathes slow and even, receiving the cane on every exhale with a soft unh that’s more seen than heard. He is drifting; when he looks to you, those sharp eyes are hazed and dreamy.

(I don’t mean to be crass, but I’m looking for someone to serve as a tool. To be there, but also not. To do what I can’t.

Your third– who as of yet is still barely more than a collection of files and background checks– thinks for a while, then nods. I wonder if you know how rare a gift you’re giving him. 

A gift. Huh.)

Drift here with him; the current carries all his tangled thoughts away until he is empty, quiet, blanked out. Press your fingertips to his; feel the stillness in him. It won’t– can’t– last, but that’s alright. This is just one more facet of Ivo, like the ruthlessly calculating plotter, or the sleep-deprived raccoon-eyed get me a latte or I will bite you researcher, or one of the thousand other faces he’s worn. He’s seen so many sides of you, and now you’ve seen one more of his.

(He wants to see what you’ll do. Hold out your hands. He takes your tie and winds it around your wrists; the silk will fold and wrinkle but it’s less than unimportant. What matters is the sawtoothed edge to his voice when he rasps out put your hands above your head and keep them there. And so you do, because he asked it of you; his brow furrows as he opens your fly and slips a hand inside and oh his grip is furnace-hot. His bare hand– oh hell, this is the first time he’s reached for you without his gloves and if this is the last thing you feel it will be worth it– his hand, oh fuck, his hand closes around you and you are gone)

In the aftermath, let him lean against your chest. Now the third stands aside and passes over water, snacks, a blanket; this is the closing of the ritual as Ivo returns to himself. Soon he will poke a finger hard into your side with a wicked smirk, but not just yet. This is stillness in the instant before your head breaks above water and you take your first wet breath since you let the waves wash over you. This might not be about you, but you are here with him, and he with you.

[sanemislittledemon]

don’t leave me alone - Sanemi x suicidal!reader

A/n: I’m writing this mainly for myself because I’m struggling right now but please enjoy and I hope this helps anyone who is struggling. You are not alone, i promise.

Warnings: thoughts of suicide and attempts

It was finally morning Y/N rolled around in her futon all night trying to silence the noises long enough to make herself fall asleep but nothing seemed to work. Groaning she turned her back to where the morning light was coming through the doors. This has been the third sleepless night, plagued by those thoughts of hopelessness.

She’s grateful that her fiancé, Sanemi Shinazuawa wasn’t here to see her like this, the man knew about her depression and panic attacks but she hasn’t told him that they’ve been getting worse. Sanemi would probably lose it on her if she told him after so long.

The thoughts have been getting louder for months now and she’s been doing everything she could to keep everyone in the dark. Including her best friend Mitsuri, still going to meet with her and talk like they usually did so no one starts to get suspicious.

Mitsuri is such a nice person that if she thinks something is wrong she’ll go right to Sanemi. The girl means well but it’s slightly annoying.

Sighing Y/N pulls herself out of bed, walking to her closet to find something to put on. Body heavy and her head swimming from lack of sleep. She tries her best to get dressed but as soon as she gets the last piece on she collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down from her eyes.

‘You’re worthless’

‘Ugly’

‘A burden’

‘He doesn’t love you’

She grips her hair in her hands “GET OUT OF MY GODDAMN HEAD” she screams

She hears someone running through the estate towards the bedroom before the sliding door was yanked open “Y/N what’s wrong?!” She looked up to the voice, a purple uniform came in her vision through her tears “Genya?” She asked

‘Ah that’s right’ she thought

‘When Sanemis away Genya looks after me’

Pulling herself off the floor she pushes herself passed Genya, wiping away the tears and smiling up at him “nothings wrong!” She says before she runs through the halls of the estate, trying to get away as fast as possible. Y/N stops quickly at the end of a hallway, sliding open the doors of the kitchen before walking in and shutting her self in. Her body feels heavy and her mind is running with those same thoughts. Y/N slowly makes her way over to the counter, eyes shooting over to a knife without thinking she grabs it and holds it to her wrist.

A tear escaped through her lashes as she says “I’m sorry Sanemi” before sliding the blade across the flesh of her wrist. She watches as the crimson falls to the floor for a moment before collapsing, the door slides open and she hears muffled screaming just before she passes out.

Genya quickly ripped his uniform top and wraps it around her wrist to slow the bleeding before gently lifting her off the floor. He runs as fast as he can to the butterfly estate every few minutes lowering he’s head to check her breathing “come on make it in time, Genya!” he curses himself

He finally sees the butterfly estate at the end of the road and two figures standing outside talking to each other. One a man with dark red hair and wearing a checkered haori; the other, a woman with purple hair and wearing a haori that looks like a butterfly. He has eyes widened “LADY KOCHO!” he yelled causing the two to look over at him. The hashira quickly knew something was wrong, meeting the demon slayer halfway and examining the woman in his arms “quickly get her inside!” Kocho said urgently

Both demon slayers running to the butterfly estate, Genya quickly turns and yells “TANJIRO! GO FIND MY BROTHER!”

Tanjiro nods before running in the opposite direction as the other two run into the estate taking her into Kochos exam room “Genya quickly put her on the bed then wait outside” she instructs

The man obeys laying her gently on the bed and leaving without looking back, even for him it was hard to see her like that, he couldn’t imagine what this would do to his brother. ‘why would she do this’ he thought as he was sliding down the wall outside of the exam room. Genya felt tears streaming down his face at the thought of what she’s going through and what this is going to do to Sanemi.

‘Please be okay, Y/N’ he thought

After a few hours Genya heard the doors to the butterfly estate slam open and a frantic Sanemi running towards him “aniki” Genya starts but his voice breaks

“Where the hell is she?!” Sanemi yells but not with anger, Genya can see it on his face, what he’s experiencing is fear.

“Still in there with Lady Kocho”

“Aniki I’m sorry, I-I should’ve have known”

Genya feels hot tears streaming down his face, Sanemi then pats his brothers head “this isn’t you’re fault, Genya” he says with a soft voice

Sanemi looks down to his brother with a sad smile “my girl is going to be okay, she’s a fighter”

a while later Kocho opens the door just to get rushed my the Shinazuawa brothers “HOW IS SHE?” they both ask in unison just to get shushed my the woman “hush you two!” Kocho snapped then sighed and continued “she’ll be fine with bed rest but I want her here until her stitches are out”

The two men let out a breath they didn’t even know they were holding “Shinazuawa, please be with her until her wounds have healed, both mental and physical” the woman looked sternly at the wind hashira “Can we go see her?” He asked, the woman nodded before leaving back down the hallway.

Before Sanemi walked in Genya stops him “brother, you should be the one to see her” she says standing back and letting Sanemi through “thanks Genya, you saved her life” Sanemi replied before walking in and shutting the door behind him. He looked around the room before his eyes fell on her, still asleep. he walks over to her and he felt his heart break. Y/N had small patches of hair pulled out of her head, dark circles lining the underside of her eyes and a long red line across her wrist.

Sanemi fell to his knees beside the bed sobbing into the bedsheets, he’s voice breaks as he saids through his tears “please don’t leave me alone” he man gently takes her hand that isn’t injured into his own “baby, you made me into a better man you know that?” He sobs to her sleeping form

“you knocked some sense into me and make me a better brother”

“ I love you and Genya loves you, hell all of the hashira do”

He sobs into her hand as he rambles until he heard a faint noise coming from above him. Looking up he sees her beautiful eyes filled with tears “I-I’m sorry Sanemi” she sobs

He man quickly stands up to sit on the bed next to her “you have nothing to apologize for, if anything I should be apologizing to you” the woman’s eyes shot to his purple ones “W-What?”she asks making the man sigh “you were in pain and I couldn’t see it” Sanemi said with a shaky voice

Y/N felt her heart break at the man’s voice “Sanemi forgive me” she sobs making Sanemi lean down to place a kiss on her forehead “there’s nothing to forgive” he responded with the brightest smile she’s never seen from him

Sanemi looked her in the eyes “I won’t ask why but if you want to talk to me, I’m always here for you” he said making her nod

“good, now I better go retrieve Genya before he’s breaks the door down” he saids as he’s walking over to the door and pulls it open just to have a pile of people fall at his feet.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” he yelled

As the people got off the ground it was Tengen that spoke first “we wanted to check on her, flashy right?” the man said making everyone roll their eyes

“how is she?” Giyuu asked

“Yeah! We were so worried” Tanjiro speaks up

“YES! HOW IS SHE?” Mitsuri yells

Sanemi can feel a headache coming on from all these idiots but before he could yell at them it was Kocho that came down the hallway with her signature angry smile “how can she heal with you all bothering her?” she reprimanded

Kocho makes them leave but not without a fight from Mitsuri “but she’s my best friend!” she complains making Kocho shoo her back down the hallway

Sanemi hears a laugh from in the room it makes him turn around “they all are silly” Y/N says the man just rolls his eyes “come in, Genya” he says before moving aside and letting his brother in then closing the door.

The younger demon slayer walks slowly other to the woman, smiling she holds her hand out for Genya to take “thank you Genya and I apologize for putting you through this” she says with a low voice. Genya surprised, sits down beside her “please don’t apologize to me! I’m the one that should’ve known something was wrong” he comforts her. 

Sanemi walked up behind him and knocked his brother over the head “we’ve been through this Genya” he fussed causing Genya to pout

“be nice” she said to Sanemi

Sanemi chose to ignore that and said “it’s time to rest” he hinted to Genya and the younger just nodded before getting off the bed “I’ll be back tomorrow okay?” he said to the woman

“I look forward to it”

Genya quickly leaves the room, as soon as the door closes Sanemi takes off his haori and climbs in bed beside her. He wraps his arm around the woman and kisses her forehead again “I love you” he saids in the softest voice he could manage

“I love you too” she replies making the man smile down at her

“I’ll be here for you no matter what”

“I know that now”

Sanemi pressed his lips to hers in a deep and passionate kiss with all the love he could manage. His lips moved with practiced ease against hers, the man’s lips are always slightly dry but that never seems to bother her.

When he finally pulled away they were both out of breath “go to sleep” he whispered against her lips before forcing his head back away from hers “don’t leave” she said with a hint of fear to her voice. Sanemi runs a hand through her hair “I wouldn’t dream of it” he said bringing a smile to her face as she cuddled up to his chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat as she slowly drifted off to sleep with the man she loved so much, that she dared to continue living for.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Lose Yourself Part 2

Pairings: Male Yautja x AFAB!Reader (Platonic), Female Yautja x AFAB!Reader (Romantic)

Word Count: 2672

Summary: Freedom from the cage brings new troubles. Your new companion brings you with him to space. But... you wanted to go. Why wasn't he allowing you to go home?

Author Note: I'm so sorry for forgetting to post the second part of this. I do have a third part planned as well. It’s not written yet but I’ll post it as soon as it’s ready.

Masterlist

Ao3

The excitement died off. You glance out of the window and was met with the stars of the universe. Beautiful and breathtaking but not where you wanted to be. Your body was still full of jitters. The adrenaline has yet to wear off completely.

Quiet, you padded over to the console and peered through the window. With no light pollution to block out the sky, this was the universe at its fullest. A sight you could watch for hours.

“It’s so pretty,” you muttered mostly to yourself.

The light scrap of talons alerted you that the alien creature moved to stand at your side. You only glanced at him from the corner of your eye. You’ve gotten your chances to see him while in that cage they continuously forced you in.

Which reminds you…

This time, you turned to face him and leaned against the console of controls. “Before we…” The moon zips passed the window, gone in a minute flash of silver. “Before we get to far, can you drop me off back home? My family probably thinks I’m dead and I want to get back home,” you requested from him. Just something simple. All you wanted to do was curl up in your bed and sleep for a week straight without worry. Home.

“No.” A straight, denying answer. The smile on your face dropped. You stepped closer to him.

“Uh, what do you mean no? I-I. You… you can’t take me with you. I’ll never survive!” you argued and grew flustered, face going red. “I don’t know if you know this but humans can’t survive out in space.”

The alien huffed and rolled his eyes. “One, you can survive, at least on my planet, under the protection of the females. Two, you’re pregnant.” He crossed his arms and jutted a hip out. The strange fangs on his face twitched.

“Your planet?! Like hell-pregnant?!” you shouted at him and stumbled a few steps away from him. He reached for you before retracting his hand once he saw you caught yourself. “I’m not pregnant! I’ve never been pregnant. This-this. You’re lying. I’ve been stuck in that place for months. I would know if I was pregnant going in there after all this time.”

An equivalent of a deadpanned look graced his features. “I understand oomans can be… oblivious but not even knowing they’re pregnant, even if this early in the process is ridiculous. Even I can smell it.”

Your head jerked back with a disgusted look. “You can smell that I’m pregnant? Well, your nose must be wrong.” You nodded firmly, agreeing with your statement. He had to be! How else would you be pregnant? You were kept alone besides your few visits with him. And well, he never did anything to you.

Another roll of his dark eyes. “Yes, I can smell the hormones. Yes, you’re pregnant… with my child.”

Frozen to your spot, you felt faint and ready to collapse under the sheer weight of your own body and this new knowledge. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this revelation. You gripped the edge of the console with your other hand touched at your forehead. This surely couldn’t be happening.

Now, you believed you were still asleep, unfortunately back at the prison after the craziness he just spoke about. This wasn’t happening.

Your gaze snapped to him with a sudden sharpness to them. A shaky finger was shoved in his direction. “I’ve been through hell and back at that damn place. Do not fuck with me!” you screamed, shoulders rapidly moving with each uneven breath you took.

He growled then marched straight into your personal space. His hands grasped your shoulders and gave you a small shake. “Look at me.” You did. “I’m not lying. You are pregnant with my child. They inseminated you with my sperm. Why else would you be there?”

There was no shred of doubt in his eyes. Tears welled up in your eyes. This couldn’t be happening, not to you! He wasn’t lying.

You sniffled a couple of times and contained your sobs for a later time. Then a thought entered your mind. “That’s why you stopped from attacking me when they first shoved me into your room,” you uttered and returned your gaze to him.

The alien nodded his massive head. The strange tresses that acted like hair swung with the movement. “Yes, it’s against my honor code to attack someone who is pregnant. It made it worse knowing it was my child. I’m heavily conflicted. But, I will protect you. I will bring you to my planet and hand you off to the females. I know nothing about the pregnancy or birthing process. They will be able to guide you during this time.” His hands slid off of your shoulders once he realized you wouldn’t run. Not like you had many places to go here.

Another sniffle broke the silence. Your bottom lip wobbled. “But-but, I wanna go home,” you softly cried. A tear finally fell from your eye.

For the first time, the tension in his shoulders fell away with a heavy sigh. “It is not safe for you to return back to your dwelling, let alone for… your child.” He took a different approach to breaking the unfortunate news to you.

A hand wiped away a stray tear. You gnawed on your bottom lip to point of blood but didn’t stop there. Both of your arms hugged at yourself for comfort. “I ensure your safety, little ooman. That’s why I must bring you to my planet. Where you’ll be safe from the cruelty of your species while under the guide of the females.”

A sigh passed your torn lips, head dropped with a sorrowful look. “I can’t go back, can I?” He’s told you already but you needed to hear it again before accepting the horrible truth.

The Yautja rumbled a soft call. “You cannot.” Your eyes gently closed and attempted to hold back every tear. But there’s always an outlier or two.

When the first crack appeared in the dam, the walls crumbled in its wake. Your shoulders heaved with a powerful sob. All the happiness that filled your very being dissipated with this newfound knowledge. Before you knew it, your knees gave out and settled you on the warm yet unforgiving ground of this new prison.

Freedom, but at what cost?

Warmth from a palm cradled your shoulder. “Do not cry. Do not waste tears. You are in good hands.” At first, you wanted to shrug off the offending limb, feeling your skin crawl at the touch. But, you thought about it before letting your actions take forth. You wiped again at your face then gazed up at him with pained look.

“How do you expect me not to cry?” you hiccupped. “I cannot go home. I will never see my family again. And-and I’m traveling to an alien planet while carrying an alien’s baby. Give me a reason not to mourn over this!” You watched as his mandibles twitched with thought. The gears in his head working yet coming up empty handed.

He grunted and bowed his head. “You are correct, ooman. I’ve misspoken.” A pregnant pause filled the air while the alien gathered his thoughts. “Would you like for me stay or go?”

It was your turn to freeze in turn, words caught in your throat. You didn’t know if you wanted him to leave you to your thoughts or be there for you. This was a creature you knew little about, not who or what he is. Let alone where he comes from or where we go. You were blindly trusting him, blinded by the fact freedom was dangled in front of like a sweet treat.

You licked at your ripped, dry lips then looked at him with a soft look. “Could… could I have some water?” After all this escaping and the fact the institution would feed you just enough to keep you alive, your thirst grew intensely. You would make a decision once you’ve down a glass or ten.

The alien slightly perked his head up the nodded. “Yes, I will fetch you water.” His nimble body rose from its crouched position at your side before stalking away.

For once after the day’s troubling events, you were left with your thoughts. Alone. You stayed in a heap on the ground and rested against the paneling just under the console. A shelter of sorts so you could have a moment to think of your situation.

It’s already an improvement from the place before. This alien shows no sign of injuring you. If you remember correctly, he follows an honor code of sorts. Which means he can’t hurt you, at least while pregnant.

Then… that.

Pregnant. Going to have a baby. A baby growing in your belly. On top of it all, it wasn’t even fully human. Or maybe not human at all. All you knew was it had the alien’s DNA.

The first thing that made you terrified was the birthing process. His head is massive, long. Then, those fangs and claws. Surely those would slice you from the inside out. You shuttered at the thought and hugged yourself tighter. You didn’t know if this child would kill you from the inside out.

The door to the cockpit whooshed open and revealed the ashen grey alien. In his hand was a strange… tan bag. You heard liquid crash inside of it though. He stopped just shy of your curled up form and lowered himself down onto his haunches at your side. He offered you the object. You hesitantly took it from him but stared at it confused. There was liquid on the inside yet how do you get into it? Your head cocked to the side before glancing up at him. “What am I supposed to do with this thing?” you questioned and held the bag back to him.

He chortled, mandibles clicking against one another, then took it from you. “Like this, ooman.” The giant showed you how to untie the knot at the top and handed it back to you.

It took you a moment to realize it was similar to a waterskin. You poured the water into your open mouth, dribbling some down your chin but didn’t stop until it was empty. When your thirst had been touched, you swallowed the last mouthful down and gave a thankful look. “Thank you, I’ve been needing that,” you spoke softly, voice less grouchy.

“How about some food?” he offered and plucked the empty waterskin from your hands. You perked up at the topic and rapidly nodded your head. Instantly, your stomach rumbled a roar, starved from nutrition.

“Please.”

Over the course of a meal, the predator, Errot, introduced himself; giving a name to his face. Not the softest of beings you’ve met, but he is polite in a stern way. He ensured you were well fed after your time at the facility that left you just barely above full on starved. In all honesty, it wasn’t the most tasteful thing in the world but it was food.

Out of every gentlemen action he conducted, you weren’t expecting him to offer his bed. It was large in size to fit himself comfortably and oral instead of a rectangle shape you were used to. The blankets that resembled pelts and furs coated the soft looking mattress. It called your name, hounding in your ear to sleep.

Errot gave the go ahead. You leapt onto its relaxing mattress and buried yourself under each and every blanket. “By the time you wake, we should be planet side,” he announced. All you could give was hum before sleep took you out.

At the entrance of the ship, you stood side by side to Errot, fingers twitch. You couldn’t tell if it was the need to run and hide or wanting to hold his hand for reassurance. You did neither of them.

The ramp lowered. A blast of hot, humid air struck you face first. It nearly tore the air out of your lungs. You swallowed thickly and struggled to breathe deep breaths of the air. Your chest heaved with each inhale to consume all the oxygen possible.

Once the slap of metal touched the ground, your eyes mostly adjusted to difference of light. Inside the ship, Errot kept the lights low, calm. But on this planet, the sunlight was blaring and blinding you.

Through your squinting, you noticed three forms standing at the base of the ship. Terror worked its way up your spine and controlled you to shimmy behind Errot for protection. He hasn’t given any reason not to trust him. So, you threw your life into his hands. Not there was much of a choice anyhow. He had to take you with him here. Home wasn’t safe anymore.

The predator chuckled and side stepped to reveal you back to the figures. You were able to realize these figures were the same as Errot. They each had their personal differences but you could tell they were of the same species as him. Yet, you didn’t know if his species was nice as him. Well, as kind as he could be.

Then, Errot began to make these trills and clicking noises you’ve come to understand is his language. You watched with rapture as the alien stepped down the ramp and bowed his head respectfully to the trio. That’s when you realized he was at least a head shorter than even the shortest of the new group. Your eyes widened.

Your protector was big enough, towering over your form normally. But these giants could make you feel like standing next to a red wood tree. The lump in your throat returned in full force.

All attention was turned to you. Errot motioned towards you before using a universal sign to come closer. Your mouth ran dry immediately. Stupidly, you pointed at yourself. As if there wasn’t another pregnant woman on board this vessel. Errot nodded his head. You steeled your timid, haywire nerves and toed over to the group.

You stayed on the ramp and keeping a good five feet between you and them. Not that you knew it would do much. If they were like Errot, that distance would do nothing to stop them from chasing you down if they pleased.

No one forced you closer, allowing you the ability to believe you were safe. Your eyes darted between the three new figures at the base of ramp.

“Little ooman, these females will take you to their dwellings. You’ll be under their guide during the pregnancy and afterwards,” Errot stated. Your chest ached a little. You knew this was to happen as he’s told you on the way here, but for it to happen… you weren’t prepared.

“But, Errot… I-I’m scared.” Tears well up in your eyes.

Before Errot could speak up, one of the females took only a step to enter your space. It took everything in your being not to shrink away from her massive height. Even with her at the lower end of the ramp. She lowered herself to a knee and cupped your shoulder in a massive palm. Her talons touched past your shoulder blade. “Everything shall be as it is. I will take you under my guide and show you our ways. You and your child will be safe,” she spoke in clear English. Her voice smooth, reminding you of a siren.

Your bottom lip was chewed at again and nibbling away at the healing skin. “What’s your name?” you asked after a pregnant pause. If you were going to be living with her, you wanted to learn her name at the very least.

“Polij’Xy.” Your eyes widened, unable to fully comprehend the entirety of her name. She huffed, face pulling into an alien grin. “But, you may call me Xy for the time being.” The large female adorned in fancy clothing returned to her full height. “Welcome to Yautja Prime.”

[deexchanel]

Golden.

Word Count: 2,650

Pairing: Geralt of Rivera x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Fighting, Arguing

Summary: Geralt is known to everyone that he is not the relationship type. After having an recurring dream, one woman is stuck on his mind and he can’t let this one get away.

A/N: Another Geralt oneshot uh ohhh. I know that this timeline is in 1210 but I'm not going to try hard to have it that way, meaning it will be some modern things in here. It is not edited, but since I'm on break, it won't take me long to do. Aside from that, Thank you for reading!

The fire brew nicely keeping both him and her very warm for the night. Geralt laid next to the girl that made him forget about everything else he dealt with. He felt content with having her close to him and nothing mattered at the moment.

He rolled over to smell her warm vanilla scent but there was no head. Geralt snatches the cover off in shock to see her body except with no arms or legs. He scoots back kicking the cover,”AH!”

A deep howl sounds off behind him and he quickly draws his sword, looking in every direction. His heart pounded in his chest as an animal come rushing towards him. Geralt stood up ready for battle and the Barghest jumped to him.

That’s when Geralt awoken from his slumber. He swung his feet to the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes. He then began grabbing nearby items to get dressed for leaving. When finished, he nudged Jaskier with his foot. “Jaskier, meet me at Kaer Morhen. I will be there but I have to go somewhere first.”

Jaskier, who was sleeping on the floor, heard him perfectly but still waved him off because it was still early in the morning. Geralt walked out the door, making way to his horse, Roach.

“Good Morning.” He spoke lowly while rubbing his favorite spot. Geralt climbed on, beginning his trip to Town of Odin. This dream occurred to him the previous night as well and he didn’t want it to be a third time.

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“I need to make sure I grab some fresh bed linens while heading to work.” Nyla mumbled to herself as she folded her now clean clothes. After placing them on top of her vanity, she pulled apart a few of her curls to give her hair a fuller look.

Spending a couple of minutes in the mirror to make sure her face is clean and smooth. Nyla got up from the vanity making way to the bed where her outfit laid. It was a white dress with a green flower print all over, pairing that with some white sandals. Once smearing her melted cocoa butter against her lips, she made way to the kitchen.

Nyla picked up things around the house, wanting to organize her little home. It was a 1 bedroom, 1 bath cottage style home, it's perfect to her. The record player spun tunes that she loved which gave motivation to clean up her home. She is a single 23 year old with no intentions of having a man any time soon so the small size is great.

“Good Morning, Ms.June!” The chocolate woman waved over to her neighbor with pure happiness.

Ms.June waved back, “Morning Nyla! I made croissants, would you like some?”

She gave her a smile, “Yes ma’am, I would love one.” Nyla looked both ways before crossing over the rocky road. She would never turn down any baked goods from Ms. June. She was the only woman that made her feel welcomed in the group.

The Town of Odin was a big well known town, from the fabulous boutiques to the nice food places. The beautiful garden at the entrance of the town , ropes tourist in.

Nyla lived on out skirt of the town, living in the house her grandmother once lived in. Our beautiful Nyla is a people person but loves being alone when it comes to her living space.

Getting that trait from the fact that she grew up with two older brothers and older sister. When having siblings there is no definition of personal space. Her parents moved to New Asgard under rightful leadership of Queen Frigga. She visits quite often but this month she was going to miss their plans.

After eating the warm flaky croissant, she straightened her front patio from any fallen debris. She also had a huge flower garden that she tended too frequently.

Tending does have her outside all day which she then spends her evening going to Ms. June house. One person is writing while the other yells out fictional story ideas to write down. Tonight she did have a shift to pick up so she wouldn't be able to spend majority of time there like she always does.

Today shall give her peace.

Or so she hopes.

Eyes set upon Geralt as he stalked through the city of Odin. The city didn't have a hate relationship with Witcher's unlike surrounding places but his guard was still up. He held on his needed things and the leash that connected to his horse, Roach.

By time he arrived in the city, it was past night fall. Geralt was pretty tired but determined to save his love. He knew the path to Nyla’s house, so he kept his distance from everyone until...

"GET THE FUCK OUT MY PUB!" A feminine voice was heard in the streets from this pub that was on his left. That voice sounded very familiar. Too familiar.

He made his way over to the pub curious on what the chaos was about. Geralt stood tall at the door, scanning the crowd looking for a certain pair of brown eyes. A guy stood in front of him with his back facing the door, arguing with someone. That someone landed a clean punch across his face making him forcefully bumped into Geralt.

He pushed him back making the guy now face him. "The fuck is your problem!?"

Geralt expression harden," You bumped into me." his eyes shifted to the person behind him. It was Nyla. His Nyla. Their eyes made contact, setting off bombs of love within him.

It's like nothing else mattered but her.

Reality kicked in when the drunk guy continued his yelling, getting closer to Geralt. "You stood there fuck tard! This low down pub took my money."

Nyla crossed her arms, not even phased by the insults. She just wanted him out of her pub quickly. "Oh my gosh, you're complaining but still here! I been said get the fuck out."

"I can leave whenever I want bitch." The drunk guy spat into her face, sizing her up. This stupid act got his ass punched the first time. Nyla balled her hand into a fist, lifting her arm but Geralt instantly grabbed his shoulder forcing him to turn around.

He landed a smooth punch to the side of his face. The strength made the guy blacked out and Geralt dragged his limp body out the door, tossing him in the road.

Making it back in, his focus was 100% on Nyla. In that swiftness, she was back serving food and drinks to customers. He looked around the room then settled on the table in the corner.

His eyes instantly locked back onto Nyla, noticing every little detail. Seeing the gold jewelry she wore brought out her brown eye color. Nyla's dark brown curly hair bounced as she walked around. Her outfit didn't reveal much but a man has an great imagination. Noticing her smooth brown skin as it glisten in the light. Nyla's nice plumped lips had him wanting to kiss her every second if he could.

"You're staring." Nyla's firm voice broke him out of his trance. Gosh, she looks more amazing up close. Geralt gave her small smile, "I know."

"What do you want Witcher? I haven't seen or heard from you in years." She sat the piece of paper down, placing a hand on her curvy hip. Taking this time to notice some of his features, he definitely looked different then he did four years ago.

"I came to save you..." He couldn't even finish due to protest.

"Save me? I can take care of myself perfectly fine." She raised an eyebrow. Questioning herself, what does she need to be saved from? him obviously. He left the first time, that mean he's bound to do it again.

"I can see that very clearly but whatever's after you, I just can't let you be here alone. You need to come with me Nyla." Geralt points to her, his face held the determination. Letting her know that he is serious.

"So you only came because something is after me. I appreciate that you care but Geralt like I mentioned, I haven't seen you in years. I do not feel comfortable skipping town with you."

"Nyla listen!"

"I'm listening Geralt! You don't have anything else to say other than you came to save me. If it wasn't something after me, I would've never heard from you again. Am I lying?"

Geralt trailed off in silence knowing what she was saying is very true. After a couple of seconds he spoke." What you speak of is not true. I'm wanted by many, I didn't want to put you in harm's way."

"Geralt that is bullshit!" Nyla claim as shook her head in disbelief. Is she really hearing these words come out his mouth

"I'm sure you'd do a much better job of killing it then." He stood up from table, feeling regret and frustration. His tallness made Nyla melt but she had to keep her composure.

"You thought I was going to welcome you back with open arms? I'm angry with you Geralt! You're so self-absorbed. You only care about yourself!" Nyla voice started to raise not caring if it caught the crowd attention.

Geralt lets out angry groan. His icy white hair flowed as he walked pass her leaving. Nyla didn't want him to leave, honestly she was happy to see him but her anger got the best. She lets out an angry groan herself, " Fine!"

She balled up the paper that she used to take orders and tossed it to the back of his head. It hit his back, obviously not feeling it he continued walking out the door.

"Nyla can you refill-" Her manager starts as Nyla get closer to the bar. The manager doesn't likes her for whatever weird reason and uses every moment to patronize her.

"Shut the fuck up talking to me." Nyla cuts her eyes, grabbing the full beer glass so she can pass them out.

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It's hitting midnight which is what time the pub closes. As usual Nyla is the last to stay doing her normal. Consisting of wiping tables down, cleaning the windows and sweeping. When finished, she grabbed her things and locked the doors.

The night sky was clear as she saw the full moon above while walking out the town of Odin. Nyla loved the light from moon as it brighten the pathway home. Weirdly the town was quieter then usual, normally it would plenty townmens standing around the bonfire.

Maybe it was something in the air. It's only a ten minute walk from town and the surrounding forest area isn't too thick so Nyla isn't scared to walk by herself at time. It's just something about tonight that gave her this weird eerie feeling.

Hearing a dog whine astray her from being lost in thought. Nyla stopped so she could hear clearly, "Hello?"

The whining started again and she turned to her right, taking one foot off the path to get to the injured dog but the whine turn into a slow growl.

Nyla instantly stopped in her tracks beginning to speak out again, "Hel-"

She catch sight of a pair of orange eyes staring back, oh shit.

For a second out of fear, she stood there. A monstrous Barghest, orange eyes glowing with predatory intent, lunged. Its gnarled claws reached for her, the air crackling with its otherworldly power. She lets out a blood-curdling shriek beginning to run down the path.

Not to far from Nyla's home, stood Geralt as he was staking out behind her house. That scream grasps his attention, shaking him to the core. Without thought, he takes off towards the sound.

Nyla ran til she couldn't, as adrenaline rushes through her body. Nothing could make her look into the eyes of death. In the matter of what felt like hours, Geralt eyes of cat-like yellow, materialized from the shadows running towards. His silver sword gleamed in the moon light, he yelled for her "Nyla!"

That grabbed her attention, losing focusing on running, she tripped over a stone. Geralts leaps over her, sword drawn and at the ready.

"Your hunger ends here." Geralt growled, his voice a low rumble.

The Barghest roared, its attention diverted from Nyla. With a swift, graceful motion, Geralt sidestepped the beast's clawed attack, his sword dancing in a deadly ballet. Each strike was precise, each parry flawless.

Nyla, though terrified, found herself awed by the Witcher's skill. She'd heard tales of his prowess, but witnessing it firsthand was a different experience entirely. The battle raged, a symphony of steel on bone, of snarls and grunts. The forest echoed with the clash of the two adversaries, their every move a deadly dance.

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Nyla's small arm wrapped around Geralt's buff frame as she helped him into the house. Both covered in blood, she flung them to the couch. Tired is the understatement.

Whatever position they landed in, Gerald sat there with his eyes closed holding on to his bleeding torso. Nyla sat there as well til she relized that the couch was covered in blood. Oh well, she'll get him to throw it out in a hour or so, just not right now.

"Geralt."

"Hmm."

"We have to get you stitched up love."

"No it's fine, I'll heal."

"Geralt..."

"Nyla I'm fine, I promise." He opened his eyes, the yellow in his eyes didn't glow like when he's upset. Nyla expression softened as she grabbed his free hand. He squeezed her hand a little but, "Let's just get cleaned up."

Nyla doesn't respond but lets out a breathe she didn't know she held. She made way to the bathroom, prepping the hot bath water. Once finished, she got into the water then called for him. "The water is ready!" In two minutes, Geralt walks in the bathroom, getting in the tub. Nyla looks away in this moment, not it the mood for anything sexual.

Right now she just wants to cuddle this man. When he settled in the water she moved closer to him, placing a head on his shoulder. "I shouldn't have been so stubborn earlier. I'm sorry Geralt, thank you for saving me."

"No need to apologize Nyla." He wrapped his arm around her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "I will aways come to your rescue." In this moment, the world was silent and all that matter was the steaming water against their skin.

"And I will always appreciate you for that." She spoke gently, her hand rubbed against his scars, amazed at his healing ability. Nyla leaned up from his loving brace, facing him. " I've really missed you Geralt."

" I've missed you too Nyla."

His deep voice made her heart flutter and Nyla averted her gaze, nervously . The Geralt of Rivia claim that he misses her. He gently placed a finger under her chin to make Nyla look to him.

Her heart pounded as their eyes locked, his golden eyes burning into her soul. She felt breathless. Not wasting a second, Geralt placed his lips onto hers.

Their bodies pulsed with the raw energy of their passion, every touch, a testament to their love. Nyla places her hand against his face, deepening the kiss. Geralt pulled her closer wishing he could mold their skin together so they never parted. He wanted to devour her, kissing her ever so passionately, wanting her to feel his love.

She meant everything to him.

As their lips parted, their foreheads rested against each other, their eyes filled with unspoken promises.

They were bound by a love that transcended words, a love that consumed them entirely.

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I know Geralt didn't have many lines, but remember he might not be the most expressive lover. It's his actions and unwavering dedication that speaks words.

Wow, I love the motivation I had for this cause it's crazy how I started on this in 2022 lol. I hope every one enjoy, I wish you the best holidays!

Stay slutty my friends!

[graceisinthelibrary]

prompt 13 would also be interesting :)

Sorry, this took me two days, but real life is annoying at the moment, lol.

Here we go. The prompt was "Can't--breathe--". Set after 5.7. The idea is certainly not new or original, but it's the best I could come up with.

Her teeth clattered and he bent over her, pulling the blanket back in place. It was the third night of fever for her. Three nights he spent watching her as her body was fighting the nasty infection. She was barely awake, barely able to talk. Did she even know he was there? It didn’t matter. He wouldn’t leave her side. The rocking chair standing by her bed would be his home for as long as necessary. He had stayed with at Christmas, he stayed with her now, until she was on the mend.

Helen had offered to take over the night shift, so had Tristan, but he had refused them, telling them to keep the house and the practice going instead. 

It was a brave battle of wills and she was a fighter. Still, he was scared for her. Memories of the countless nights he had watched over Evelyn came back with force. His wife’s war against cancer had been in vain. They both had been aware of that, although they always had pretended to stand a chance. Self-delusion had played an important part in their dealings with the invisible enemy until it had claimed her. 

His brain knew a nasty chest infection wasn’t cancer. Mrs Hall was very likely to recover and he was determined to make sure she would. 

He was convinced that hadn’t she had to go through the ordeal of fearing for Edward’s life, the mean virus wouldn’t have stood a chance against her robust constitution. The illness had ambushed her in a moment of weakness. A blitz attack in the moment she thought Edward was safe. She was never ill. After all she was the one who cared for them and provided them with all kinds of remedies to cure their ills. 

Leg compresses, broth, and tea were the means available. He had asked a farmer to pay him in chickens instead of money to make sure they could always provide her with a chicken broth, because it stayed inside and nurtured her worn out body until she was able to eat something more substantial. 

“Can’t…breathe…” He heard her mumbling and placed the back of his hand on her forehead. She was still burning up but she felt a little colder than the last time he had checked. 

“That’s your throat,” he explained in a low voice and reached out to get the glass from the nightstand. He gently lifted her head up and told her to drink. “There you go,” he said, satisfied she was swallowing every drop of the water. 

The lamp bathed her pale face in a soft light. The rings under her eyes were excessive. Her breath was rattling as he placed her head back into the pillow. 

“What time?” She coughed, her eyes closed. 

“A quarter past one,” he answered and added, “Time to sleep.” To his surprise she did as told and drifted back to sleep. That should be the first time you do as I say, he thought. He couldn’t wait for her to be her old self again. He longed for her to scold him when he misplaced his keys or her knowing look when he tried to charm his way out of an embarrassing situation. He had accepted a long time ago that he needed her; not just for cooking and cleaning, darning and dusting. 

He needed her presence in his life. 

Her smile, her laughter, her assurance that everything would be alright. 

Audrey Hall had become his true north. She was the fixed star in his life. When he looked for direction, her eyes offered guidance. When he longed for peace, her smile put him at ease. 

His love for her was just one facade of what she meant for him. When it came down to it, she wasn’t just the woman he wanted to kiss and hold for the rest of his life. She was his everything. Since Evelyn had died he hadn’t been anyone’s everything. Tristan had eventually grown up, James was a good vet in his own right, and Carmody had found himself a new life in London. And Jimmy, as annoying as it was, had his own doting parents to look after him. 

As the hours passed by, he kept watching her sleep, recovering and when she woke up again, he was there to offer her a fresh cup of tea. Her eyes had lost their feverish glitter and a hint of rose had returned into her cheeks. 

“You daft man,” she croaked. “You should work” 

“Later,” he said. 

Later, he returned with a small bouquet of snowdrops. The vase graced her nightstand. “Jimmy plucked them for you,” he lied smoothly. Valentine’s Day was approaching after all. First harbours of spring came to life. 

“Liar,” she replied with a smile pursing around her lips. He accepted the truth with a smile and kissed the back of her hand. Then he showed her the novel he had picked from the bookshelf in the living room. “The Spanish Bride,” he said. 

“Not Persian?” 

“Never Persian,” he replied soberly. “Ready?” He cleared his throat and leaned back in his rocking chair. 

“Always.” She settled into her pillow and smiled as she listened to his very own interpretation of the love story of the soldier Sir Harry Smith and the love of his life Juana Maria. From time to time her hand laced with his as she listened to him and even more often, her eyes searched for his.