#and then we still had to eat before going to bed

[wndaswife]

there’s no need to be brave | wanda maximoff & fem!reader

Sometimes things get to be too much, but you know you can always go to Wanda to feel safe and loved. She reminds you how important it is for you to be taken care of.

Word count: 3573

Tags: it’s all fluff, some humour, age gap, lightly implied age regression during one scene, wanda takes care of you and kisses you and is patient and loving and gentle

The front door rattled softly as you unlocked it. From the kitchen, Wanda looked up from her dinner preparation, anticipating your presence after coming from your afternoon classes. 

She gave you the keys to her place a month ago when your classes didn’t align as much with her work hours as it did for your last semester. Now that you had the keys, it was easier to see each other without your schedules aligning. 

You set down your bag in the living room, shedding your coat on top of it, before practically sliding your feet over to the kitchen lazily. You didn’t even lift your head; it was only the vague figure of Wanda that you needed in order to navigate around the counter and wrap your arms around her body. 

Her arms were trapped under yours, forcing her to wiggle them out of your hold so she could hug you. 

“Baby, are you alright?” she asked, her voice light but her tone concerned. 

You buried your face in her chest. You had meant to reply to her question, but as soon as you opened your mouth you no longer wanted to answer, so you mumbled incoherently into her soft breasts. 

“Sweetheart,” Wanda tried again, leaning back to get a look at you.

Finally, you lifted your head, squinting as you looked up at her in the light of the kitchen. She immediately cupped your face with both hands, brushing back your hair. 

“I hardly got any sleep last night,” you said, straightening so your face wasn’t in Wanda’s chest anymore but now facing her. 

Her eyes followed yours as you looked around the kitchen while you spoke. One hand dropped to your shoulder, her thumb stroking you softly while her other hand remained cupping your cheek. 

“Yesterday, I woke up at eight to study, then last night I slept for two hours before my nine a.m. class, then took an hour nap between classes, and my head hurts and I think I’m getting tunnel vision and I’m scared I’m gonna start hallucinating soon, because isn’t that a sign of sleep deprivation?”

Wanda opened her mouth to say something, but you continued. 

“At least I’ve eaten, but I don’t know if it’s enough, because I was still hungry while coming over here, and I can’t go home because they’re fixing the hydro so I don’t have running water until midnight — I don’t know why they scheduled the construction in the middle of the day — and I want to shower, and it was so cold outside–”

Suddenly the hand that had been cupping your cheek was over your mouth, and you finally looked at Wanda who was staring at you with a gentle gaze. Upon meeting her eyes she smiled at you, so subtly that the corners of her eyes crinkled just slightly. 

Slowly, she put down her hand then wrapped that arm around your waist, holding you against her. She dropped her other hand from your shoulder and held your hand. 

“You can shower here. My water is working just fine,” she said slowly. “I’m preparing dinner now, so stay over tonight and we can eat a proper meal together. If you’re hungry now, anything in the kitchen is yours.”

She watched your expression relax and your shoulders untense, and she smiled a little when you tried to shuffle closer although you were already standing against her. 

“Take another nap, baby. Shower in my room then sleep in my bed.”

You nodded wordlessly. 

As your face relaxed and when your mind seemed much less troubled, Wanda took a good look at you. She stroked your hand with her thumb. 

“You do look tired…” she said sympathetically. “Please go up to shower — it’ll relax you. Are you still hungry? I can make something for you before you have your nap. I’ll go up after you’ve finished showering.”

Internally, you felt like teasing her for how she was very much talking to you like you were her child. But oh, how badly you just wanted to be taken care of like a child. 

You nodded again, looking up at her. 

Then, at the sight of her face, her pretty face and her beautiful eyes, and her soft hair and the slope of her nose and the line and curl of her lips, you leaned in for a kiss. 

Wanda pulled back slightly, and your eyes darted up from her lips to her eyes. She let go of your hand, lifting her own in front of your face, wiggling her fingers a little. 

“Don’t lick your lips; I was handling raw meat before you came in and I touched your face,” she warned, smiling guiltily. 

You looked over to the counter and saw Wanda’s bowl of ground meat, and around it, her spices and other vegetables she had yet to prepare. 

At the sight of your to-be dinner and the idea of Wanda preparing it and cooking it all up, you laid your head on her shoulder and buried your face in her neck. 

“Oh, doll…” she whispered, cradling the back of your head as you tucked your face under her jaw. 

“Now you’ll have to shower, right? Because I rubbed raw meat on your neck?” 

Maybe you were imagining it, but you could hear Wanda’s grin forming even though your face was buried in her neck. When she spoke next, you were at least sure that she was speaking while grinning. 

“Is that what you were doing?” she asked. “You could’ve just asked.

Wanda tucked your hair back, exposing the side of your face. She kissed your temple. “Give me a few minutes to finish with the meat, so I can refrigerate it. Wait for me upstairs.”

After some minutes, Wanda found you sitting on the edge of the tub waiting for her. She smiled at the sight of you wrapped in a towel, looking up at her as she entered. 

Eagerly, you all but lept from your spot and turned to run the shower, testing it with your hand until it became warm while Wanda undressed behind you. 

When she had taken all her clothes off, she approached you and undid your towel before laying it on the sink. 

You turned, wrapping your arms around her, feeling her smooth bare skin immediately warming your own upon contact with her. 

“I washed my face,” you informed her before squeezing your eyes shut and puckering out your lips. 

A soft kiss was then pressed to your lips, your lips relaxing from its puckering. Wanda’s hand came to your cheek, her thumb brushing against your cheekbone tenderly. 

“My sweet girl…” she whispered softly as she parted from the kiss. 

In the shower, Wanda washed your hair with her shampoo instead of yours. 

“I’m… feeling kinda…” you started quietly, looking down and playing with your fingers. 

“Mmm?” Wanda hummed, busy with massaging her soapy fingers against your scalp. 

“Kinda… little.”

”I know, baby,” she replied softly. “Just let me take care of you.“

You wondered if Wanda, too, imagined that she heard your smile when it formed bashfully at her response, like you had in the kitchen when you heard her grin.

Earlier, you had been planning to tell Wanda about the other things which had made you feel upset, like how you were behind in your readings and how you were almost certain you did terribly on your midterm paper.

But in the shower, all those things just disappeared. 

A part of you worried for just a moment that Wanda might even think you were being silly or overly dramatic for being upset over only the things you mentioned earlier, so you figured you ought to tell her the whole story. 

But when Wanda turned around and let you wash her hair, you knew there was no way she’d ever think that about you. 

It made you feel like crying. 

Really, you didn’t know why you felt the urge. Maybe it was because it was just a touching sentiment, or because you were overcome with how safe and cared for you felt, in the steam and warmth of Wanda’s shower, her hair in your hands, and her bare body just a few inches from you — Wanda just a few inches from you. 

When she turned around to start washing your body after her hair was rinsed, her eyes fell upon your face for just a moment, and within that moment, you could tell that she noticed you looked like you were about to cry. 

And when you really were about to cry, you didn’t notice yourself; it was Wanda’s immediate comforting that made you realize you were. 

Then, at your soft hiccups, you knew for sure you were crying. 

Her arms surrounded you, and you buried your face in her neck. Your damp cheeks blended with the wet warmth of her skin, making your face feel flushed. 

“Shh, it’s okay now,” she spoke gently. Her arm wrapped around your waist had her warm palm against the middle of your back, her other cradling the back of your head. “I know it gets hard…” 

You sniffled and opened your eyes, watching the water drip from the ends of Wanda’s hair through your bleary eyes. 

“You’re tired and frustrated,” she said. “You just need to be taken care of, right?” She felt you nodding against her shoulder slightly.

“There we go. It’ll be alright, honey. All you need is a little bit of time.”

Your arms squeezed around her waist. 

“I need you,” you insisted. 

“I’m here, Y/N.”

Though you felt you didn’t need anything to eat until dinner, Wanda prepared a snack for you anyway, insisting that you eat something. You asked her to wake you up for dinner because you didn’t want it to get cold before you woke up.

You wanted to wear her pajamas too, so she picked out a comfy pair for you. You were practically beaming as you snuggled down into her neatly-made bed. 

After a few minutes, Wanda came up with some apple slices and some peanut butter on the side. She told you to get to sleep right after eating, and you weren’t even worried you’d accidentally keep yourself up.

With dinner being prepared and Wanda promising to wake you up once it was finished, you snuggled into her bed, promptly falling asleep in her pajamas after eating the snack she put together for you. 

Over dinner, now that you felt far more rested but still extremely eager to sleep cuddled up to Wanda soon, you spoke about her day, and very little about yours, since you didn’t want to think about it.

She sat beside you, touching you occasionally, her hand rubbing your shoulder as she spoke or playing with your fingers that were laying on your thigh.

She asked how you liked dinner, and scooted closer to you when you told her how much you liked it. 

“When was the last time you had a full meal, baby?”

“A full meal?” you asked, thinking about what qualified as a full meal, let alone a meal at all. 

She squeezed your hand as she took a drink from her glass. “One cooked in a kitchen, and warm.”

“Instant noodles in a pot, two evenings ago.”

“That’s not a meal, Y/N.”

“Then… A week and a half ago. When I went for dinner with my friends.”

Wanda let go of your hand and tucked your hair behind your ear. “You need to eat better, baby. Can you come over more often?”

“Can I sleep over more?”

The corners of Wanda’s eyes crinkled when a smile immediately formed on her face, the tips of her ears rising just a twitch. “Please do,” she answered. 

While you were brushing your teeth, Wanda came up after getting the dishes into the dishwasher. She insisted she do it herself while you got ready. 

She smiled at the sight of you still in her pajamas, brushing your teeth in her washroom. She approached you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, your mouth full of minty suds. 

When you had both finished getting ready, you crawled over the bed and laid your head down in Wanda’s lap and brought your knees to your stomach, like a puppy. She set her phone down and laid her hand on your head, massaging your scalp and forehead softly.

Satisfied and relaxed, you closed your eyes. 

“I miss you when you’re busy at school, baby…” she said softly, her voice gentle and a little sleepy. 

You opened your eyes and turned onto your back so you could look up at her. The lamp on her nightstand embraced her in a warm glowing outline around the crown of her head through her hair, making the soft glow look like a halo. 

“Really…?” you asked. 

Her warm hand cupped your cheek, her thumb stroking your skin. She nodded. “So much. I think of you all the time, Y/N. Our phone calls aren’t enough.”

You turned your body and pressed your face against her stomach. 

After a few silent moments of Wanda brushing her fingers through your hair. “Why don’t you take care of yourself? You need to eat and sleep properly, honey.”

You muffled indiscernible words into her stomach, not really trying to give an answer. 

“Are you listening, Y/N?”

You spoke, intelligibly this time, albeit still against her stomach. “Yes, I’m listening.”

“Let’s get into bed,” she said, taking your chin in her hand and making you look up at her. She smiled down at you and you turned your head to kiss her palm. 

You weren’t ready to stop clinging onto Wanda even after she turned off the lights and you got under the blankets together; your arms were wrapped around her waist snugly, your head tucked under her chin. Her hand gently stroked the back of your head.

Your breathing was in time with Wanda’s in a way that when her chest expanded as she inhaled, your shoulders relaxed as you exhaled, creating a subtle push and pull of your bodies’ contact.

“I think I might’ve done really badly on my midterm paper,” you said quietly, turning your head and opening your eyes, looking at the subtle shifting of her shoulders.

“Really?” she asked, continuing to stroke the back of your head. “Why?”

The heavy ache in your chest that arose when you normally thought about your terrible paper had somehow dissipated, and in its place a dull and hollowed out feeling where you expected to feel its weight. 

You tightened your arm around Wanda’s waist, pressing your chest against hers. 

“I knew it was terrible as I was writing it. I was just in such a rush. I didn’t take the time to plan it — nothing,” you explained. The words felt like a confession, finally releasing what you’d done without denying it to yourself and storing it deep within that ache that was presently missing.

“What happens if you get a bad mark?”

For the first time, you genuinely thought about a future that took place after receiving the paper’s grade. “I guess I’d have to talk to a teaching assistant about it… Or my professor.”

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment. “It’ll be alright, Y/N. It’s a midterm for a reason; it's not your final, and you’ll certainly have ways to make up for it.”

“But it’s just stupid…” you mumbled, hiding your face in Wanda’s chest again. 

She pulled her head back a bit and looked down at you. “What’s stupid, baby? Come on, look at me when you’re talking.”

“No, I don’t want to,” you replied childishly. 

Wanda gave in with an exhale through her nose and rested her chin on top of your head again. “Can you tell me what’s frustrating you?”

“I’m just stupid. I’m supposed to be able to do these things properly, and I can’t.”

“It’s not that you can’t, Y/N, it’s just that you couldn’t for that assignment. Don’t call yourself stupid.”

“It’s easy for you to say,” you insisted. “You weren’t there with me when I knew I could’ve done better.”

Above you, Wanda clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and sighed. She took your chin in her hand and forced you to lift your head from her chest. 

You looked up at her. 

“Why do you want me to scold you so badly, hm? You want me to agree with you and tell me you should’ve and could’ve done better, and that you’ve done a terrible thing?”

The suggestion wasn’t entirely far from what you had been trying to do, but the idea of Wanda actually doing it made you upset. You felt your bottom lip tremble a little. 

“Why won’t you just make me feel bad about things? Just make me feel bad about things I do.”

Pads of her fingers pressed against your cheeks and Wanda frowned as she looked down at you.

“I would never do that, Y/N,” she told you softly. 

You couldn’t tell if you felt more defiant and stubborn, or overwhelmed again by the realization of how much Wanda loved you. 

“Why not?” you asked. 

Her hand combed down your hair until she was holding the side of your face in her hand. “I love you. You’re loved when you’re with me. That’s why.”

You rubbed eyes with the back of your wrist, feeling an onset of tears. You didn’t want to cry — it wasn’t the time, and all you’d been doing since you arrived was cry and whine and want Wanda’s attention. 

“Oh, baby…” Wanda whispered, kissing your forehead and pulling your head against her chest again. “I know. You’re just feeling overwhelmed.”

You wrapped your arm tightly around her waist again, now feeling her shirt dampening against your cheeks. 

“I will always be proud of you, Y/N,” she spoke against the top of your head. Her hand rubbed your upper back. “I will never scold you for falling behind or making a mistake when you tried your best. And I know you did. You’re a hard worker and a good girl.” 

At her words, your silent tears grew into soft sobs and pathetic whimpers which you didn’t care enough to try and silence. 

Wanda asked with a sweet and patient tone, “You’re a good girl, right, sweetheart?” 

You nodded against her chest. 

She pulled away and lifted your face up with two hands. She wiped your tears away and craned her head down to kiss you softly. 

When she pulled away, you sniffled and immediately wrapped your arms around her neck to give her a hug. 

Several quick kisses were pressed to your cheek, and Wanda hugged you tighter. You knew that her arms were hugged around your torso, but it really felt like she was hugging you all over.

“You will always have somewhere to go to be loved and cared for, Y/N. I love you so much,” she said, her lips brushing against your temple. 

You were a mess of sniffles and whines. “But I can’t come over as much as I want. I wish I was with you all the time. I wish I didn’t have to go anywhere, ever.”

“I know, sweetheart. I wish you could stay here all the time and wake up with me every morning, and be here every time I get back from work. I wish neither of us had to do anything.”

Her fingers combed through your hair. “But I’ll always be here for you, Y/N. I’m not upset when you can’t visit. I know you get busy and I want you to do well in school. You’re a very smart girl.”

“I love you, Wanda,” you said. Your words were slightly muffled but your lips were close to her ear, so she could hear. “I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you in my life. I love you so much.”

Wanda’s arms tightened slightly around your body. “I love you too. I don’t know what I’d do without you either. Talking and being with you is my favourite part of every day. You’re the most important thing in my life.”

For the rest of the night, you and Wanda talked about how you’d figure out having you come over more. Now that you had keys to her place, you could come whenever you wanted, even if she was at work, and stay until she got home. 

She suggested you come over just to eat between classes even if she was out, but you said you weren’t ready to be at her place without her yet; it would feel too lonely and you wanted to see her every time you came over. 

In the morning, Wanda made you breakfast while you brewed the coffee. You didn’t want to miss her when she left for work, so you woke up early and decided to study on campus before your first class, so you could leave with her and spend more time with her in the car. 

Everything in the world and in your life made so much sense when you were doing your daily tasks with Wanda, as if your ordinary life was meant to be aligned with hers. 

This was the woman you were supposed to spend your life with, and it was no wonder everything felt better when you were with her.

[covenofagatha]

Four times Agatha fails at cockwarming (and one time she doesn't)

The second attempt

Part two of this ask

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: g!p Agatha, premature ejaculation, teasing, mommy kink, bratty reader, desperate!Agatha, fingering, underwear as a gag, cum-eating (kind of)

When you wake up the next day, you can already feel the dull ache of arousal in your cunt. You’re still remembering the way Agatha looked yesterday, the way she sounded, when she came before she could even get her cock inside you, and it turns you on way more than it should. 

Why is there something so hot about your wife prematurely ejaculating? You’re not exactly sure, but having the power over her to make her fall apart so fucking easily and so fucking quickly really does something to you. 

Agatha is still sleeping next to you, on her side facing you, and you smirk. The two of you have plans today — seeing a movie and then mini-golfing. It’s a nice way to stay connected and spend time together with how busy you both have been. But you still have a little bit before you have to leave for the movie, more than enough time to get her cock inside you.

She stirs when you start to pepper kisses along her cheek and then down her neck and she turns onto her back, eyes fluttering open to look at you. “Morning, honey,” she says groggily. 

“Hi,” you whisper shyly, propping yourself up on an elbow to admire her. “How’d you sleep?” 

Your wife thinks for a moment. “Pretty good. I was dreaming about you.” The heat in her eyes tells you that it was a hot dream and you take the initiative to sit up and slide on top to straddle her. You’re wearing her purple flannel and simple gray cotton panties, Agatha in an oversized T-shirt and boxers, and your cunt can still feel the heat radiating off her already semi-erect cock through the two layers of fabric. Her hands rest on your waist and she looks up at you adoringly. 

“What was it about?” you ask, slowly rolling your hips over her length. She is always so pliable in the mornings and you feel her cock harden even more. 

Her hands squeeze you. “You were under my desk, sucking me off while I graded papers. And then I laid you on top of my desk so I could eat you and made you drip all over those papers, and when I passed them back to my students, they still smelled like you and I had to make up an excuse as to what it was.” 

The thought makes you throb and she’s almost to a full erection beneath you. “What did you say it was?” 

There’s a teasing glint in her eyes. “You woke me up right before I could come up with one.” 

You chuckle and grind down on her, both of you letting out a breathless moan. “Honey, we have to go soon,” she reminds you and you roll your eyes before reaching down between your bodies to spread your pussy lips open through your underwear so you can better drag your clit along her length. You whimper at how good it feels. 

“We still have some time,” you say persuasively but she pats your hips with pursed lips and you know you’re not winning this battle. You flop off of her back onto your side of the bed with a groan. “You know, you only make it harder on yourself when you deny me like that.” She snorts at the innuendo and gets out of bed. 

“Yeah, well, I’ll try to survive,” she retorts and grabs a change of clothes from her nightstand before going into the bathroom to get ready. 

It’s tempting to slide your hand into your underwear and relieve yourself, but she would be absolutely furious and probably not touch you for at least a week, so you grumble and get out of bed. You put on a skirt, fully intending to tease Agatha even more today, and a long-sleeve blouse. Agatha steps out of the bathroom, wearing suit pants and a blue sweater, and pats your ass on the way out of the room. 

She’s already making eggs when you come downstairs and breakfast is comfortably quiet before it’s time to go to the theater. 

If she notices that you’re being on your best behavior, she doesn’t say anything, and it makes you desperately want to be a brat instead. At least that gets you some attention. 

So when you get to the concession stand and you get a drink, you make eye contact with her as you deep-throat the straw before hollowing out your cheeks and sucking. 

Agatha chokes on a piece of popcorn and you smirk before walking past her to the room for your movie, taking extra care to brush your wrist against her cock. 

She settles into the chair next to you and you look around to make sure no one is near you before your hand sneaks into her lap and squeezes her cock. She keels and you feel her cock twitch in her pants. You rub your palm over her, stroking her back to full hardness, but then two more people walk into the theater and you go back to being her good girl. 

The movie starts but the only thing you notice is that Agatha is antsy. Her leg is bouncing on the floor fast and her fingers are drumming on the cupholder and it’s distracting. You know she’s a little worked up and you fucking love it — but you want to be able to pay attention to the screen. 

So you lay your hand flat on her thigh over her pants and she freezes. No more bouncing, no more drumming, just a sharp intake of breath. You don’t move your hand and you’re able to enjoy the movie for a few moments before you feel the fabric of her pants becoming tighter. 

Without even having to look down, you know she’s getting harder than she already was and you can’t help but tease — your fingers curl and you drag your nails up and down her thigh ever so slightly, always stopping before they reach the tip of  her cock. You don’t have a rhythm, sometimes pausing low for too long before her body jerks and you remember what you’re doing. 

Agatha slightly slouches further into the seat in an attempt to get your hand to go higher, but you hover your fingers off as a warning, and she shifts back to sitting normally. 

“Honey,” she whispers throatily and you have to bite back a smile. It’s unclear if she wants you to stop or keep going. 

So you slide your hand up so that two fingers are resting against the tip of her cock and she chokes. 

“Stop,” she says urgently, but it’s not an order, it’s a plea. 

You skim your fingertips over her hard cock and feel it pulse under you and she clenches onto both armrests and you can see how white her knuckles are in the light from the movie. 

Is she going to cum right here in the movie theater for you? In her pants like a fucking teenager? You think that might be even hotter than what happened yesterday and you can feel a pool of wetness collecting in your underwear

Agatha’s teeth are gritted so tightly and she presses a fist against her mouth, her hips rising almost indiscernibly. 

Fuck. 

But then her other hand grabs onto your wrist and pulls you off of her cock and you chuckle quietly before leaning over so your hot breath is on her ear. “Thought you were going to cum for me, mommy,” you mock and her cheek twitches before shaking her head, eyes staring bullets at the big screen. 

Your tongue flicks out against her earlobe and then you settle back into your chair and your wife doesn’t move until the movie gets to a sex scene and she lets out a little gasp. You know it’s not from the actors but from thinking of you like that, because that’s exactly what you’re doing. 

After she had cum prematurely yesterday, she had eaten you out until she’d gotten hard again and then lasted even longer than normal while fucking you. You had mentioned that maybe it was a good thing then and that she should cum quickly first every time, and she had growled and spanked you until you apologized for being a brat and then shoving three fingers inside you and making you orgasm again. 

Now it’s your turn to shift in your seat, feeling even more arousal course through your veins. 

Is that what she’s thinking about right now? A glance down at her cock confirms that she’s still just as hard as she was before and you wonder if she would agree to sneaking off for a bathroom quickie. You have no idea what’s happening in the movie, having missed critical exposition while teasing Agatha at the start, and you’d be fine with leaving right now if it meant you could get your wife’s cock in you sooner. 

“Mommy,” you murmur, making your voice sound as desperate as possible, not that you have to try too hard. “Can we—”

She shushes you. “Quiet, honey. Mommy’s trying to watch the movie.” You roll your eyes and are tempted to start teasing her again, but you know that she definitely wouldn’t give in then. 

And she will surely punish you if you do make her cum in her pants in a movie theater. 

So you sit patiently in your chair, barely even squirming, until the movie is over before jumping up the second the lights turn on. Agatha raises an eyebrow at you. 

“You…me…the bathroom?” you suggest and Agatha snorts. Your face falls. 

Your wife stands up more calmly than you did and you dramatically pout. “The putt-putt course is right next to here. You were so excited to play when we planned this, so we’re going to go there and you’re going to behave and maybe when we get home, mommy will give you a reward.” 

You want to make a cheap retort and ask if she thinks she can even make it until home, but you bite it back. No need to give her more reason to get fed up with you. 

“Fine, but you might want to cover up your pants somehow,” you advise, eyes flicking back down to the very evident outline of her erection. And then you can’t resist. “Try not to touch yourself, though. It’ll be a lot harder to hide a cum stain than just your cock.” 

Agatha grumbles something that sounds an awful like you fucking brat under her breath before taking off her blue sweater and tying it around her waist, leaving her in just a black tank top. Your mouth runs dry at the swell of her breasts, her pronounced collarbones, and the slight muscular curvature of her shoulders. She is so hot and your underwear just clings to you even more. 

She’s watching you expectantly, so you swallow hard, refocus, and lead the way outside. Agatha gives you the keys for you to move the car to the parking lot next to the theater while she walks over to buy tickets for mini-golf. 

You meet her by the station to get your equipment and almost laugh at how pained she looks. She’s standing at an awkward angle, like she’s actively trying not to collapse in on herself, and you know without a doubt that she’s still hard. 

After you get your putters and golf balls, you make your way over to the first hole. It’s a straight-forward shot about fifteen yards away and Agatha lets you go first. 

You line the ball up with the hole and get into position with the club, waggling your hips playfully because you can feel her eyes on your ass. You know that if you weren’t in public right now, she’d spank you for it. 

Focusing, you swing the putter and the ball rolls to about a foot away from the hole. 

“Not too bad,” Agatha says and you step out of the way so she can take her turn. When she leans over the club, you can see the tent her cock is making in her pants and it makes you snicker. It’s honestly impressive how little it takes to have her hard as a rock, and even more impressive of how long she can sustain the erection. 

Her ball goes well past the hole and she groans in frustration. 

“Got to get your head in the game, mommy,” you say with a wink, knowing that calling her that will only get her more worked up and her grip tightens on the putter. You’d make a comment about how easy she is, but you know that you don’t really have a leg to stand on with how wet you get just from the sight of her hands.

She gives you a warning look while you simper and lead her closer to the hole. You’re not a very good golfer, you don’t even really try when it comes to mini-golf, but for the sake of being a brat, you put your hands on the top of the putter and slowly and sensually drop to a squat, hands sliding down the shaft of the club.

Agatha exhales so loudly you can hear her and you shoot her a teasing smile before pretending to examine your ball’s position to the hole. “You know it’s my turn, don’t you?” she says. 

You stand up, rolling your body against the club as you do like it’s a stripper pole. It’s taking a lot of effort not to laugh at the exasperated look on your wife’s face, but by the straining in her pants, your exaggerated stunts are still impacting her. “Haven’t you already come first enough recently?” you ask innocently. 

“That doesn’t even make sense in this context,” she protests and you can’t stop from giggling. You make the putt and so does she. 

Moving onto the next hole, you bend at the waist to set your ball down, giving Agatha a clear view of your soaked underwear, and you can hear her sharp intake of breath from where she’s standing behind you. You’re playing a dangerous game and you know it’s only a matter of time before she starts trying to regain the upper hand. 

You get to the fifth hole before it happens. You’ve calmed down on the teasing because the score is so close and you’re determined not to let your wife beat you, and Agatha decides to try to throw you off. 

You’re about to take the putt when all of a sudden, she wraps her arms around you, hands resting on top of yours, as if she’s showing you how to hold the golf club if any passersby happen to see you.

But what she’s really doing is pressing her hard cock against your ass, pushing you forward slightly so your clit brushes against the putter. 

“Mommy can’t wait to fuck you later,” she purrs and your mind goes blank, an indescribable heat growing inside you. It’s the combination of being worked up by her reaction to your teasing, feeling her cock, and the words she’s whispering into your ear that is driving you absolutely crazy and you whine. Her little displays of power are so fucking hot and it only makes you want to struggle for control even more. But Agatha isn’t done yet. “I love the feeling of your warm, wet cunt around me. It’s like you were made for mommy — for mommy’s cock. I love all your pretty sounds, I love the way you look with my cock in your mouth. Fuck, baby, you’re so hot, I need you so bad.” 

Your breath is coming out raggedly and your head is absolutely spinning. You need to get a hold of yourself and you push your ass back into her cock. She hisses and it helps to clear your mind a little. “God, you’re just a pervert, aren’t you?” you taunt and she gasps and bucks forward. A thrill runs through you. “Getting me all worked up while we’re trying to play a nice little game of mini-golf. You just can’t help yourself, can you? You just need me too bad, right, mommy? If only you could get your cock inside me before cumming.”

Maybe it’s a little too far because she growls behind you and grabs you by the arm, pulling you back to the front. 

“Agatha — wait, what —” 

She whirls around and she looks mad. “We are going to go home,” she seethes, “and I’m going to teach you a fucking lesson about watching your tongue.” You can’t help but feel excited, and it only turns you on more when she barks at the employee who is taking too long to focus on you two so you can return your clubs. 

And then she’s peeling out of the parking lot and going ten over the speed limit to get to your house as quickly as possible. You position yourself so that both your feet are up on the seat with a leg resting against the middle console and the other against the door, and you run two fingers up your clothed slit, making a muffled sound. 

Agatha glances over at you, swears, and then quickly looks back to the road, her face heating up. You chuckle and then your head drops back against the seat when you rub at your clit. “What are you doing?” she asks hoarsely. 

“What does it look like, mommy? I’m touching myself,” you state and her lips part with heavy breaths. “I’m so fucking wet for you.” Your panties are actually soaked and they’re no longer acting as a barrier for your cunt so you’re leaking out the sides of the fabric onto your skirt and upper, inner thighs. 

The car accelerates even more and her hand reaches across to grip onto your knee like she just needs to feel your skin. It makes you clench and even more wetness gushes out of you. You don’t even know how you got to be this much of a mess, but your wife just has a way of making you crazy. 

But you’re not the only one who’s going crazy — a quick peek over the console shows that her cock is straining so much against her pants that you think the fabric might be permanently stretched out. Her cheeks are flushed and her arms are so tightly gripped around the steering wheel that the veins running from her hands all the way up to her shoulders are taunt and blue. You want to lean over and trace them with your tongue. 

A stifled moan slips out of your mouth and her fingernails dig into your thigh, leaving little indentations in your skin. “Mommy, fuck,” you say breathlessly, pressing harder on your clit. “I need you.” 

Agatha fucking whimpers and swerves into the driveway, throws the car into park, and gets out of the car with record speed. You follow her into the foyer, expecting for her to head toward the stairs, but you don’t even make it past the kitchen before she spins around and grabs your cheeks to pull you in for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue tangles with yours and your moan is swallowed by her, but she pulls away too quickly after biting down on your bottom lip. 

She shoves you against the island and her hand pushes you down onto it and you hiss at the coldness of the surface before she flips your skirt up over your ass and spanks both your buttcheeks hard. 

You whine and jump, lurching forward and your clit throbs. “Mommy,” you cry and the pressure of her hand on your back is gone. You hear the sound of her unbuckling her belt and unzipping her pants and you prop yourself up by your elbows, arch your back to push your ass up even further, and look over your shoulder to watch. 

Agatha takes out her cock, hard and red and already leaking everywhere, and you bite your lip at the sight of her pants still on and parted around her cock. “Fuck, honey, you’re so fucking wet,” she rasps in awe. “I’m gonna have to clean you up a little so you don’t ruin mommy’s good pants.”

She tugs your underwear over your ass, giving it another spank for good measure, and then slides them down your legs so you can step out of them. Agatha kicks your feet apart and you widen your stance so she can thoroughly wipe your wetness off your inner thighs and your cunt. An unrestrained groan slips through her lips and you watch with bated breath as her other hand firmly clasps the base of her cock in an attempt to stop what happened last time to happen again. 

“Sweetheart, fuck,” she says, holding up your underwear to the light and you gasp. You have completely turned the once-light gray fabric dark and it looks like they were just dunked in a bucket of water. Her hips jerk into her hand involuntarily. 

You’re almost entirely overwhelmed and you can feel how swollen and needy your pussy has become. “It’s not my fault, mommy,” you say pathetically. 

She huffs out a laugh, giving her cock one quick stroke. “Oh, I suppose it’s mine?” she mocks. “Cause I was being a ‘pervert’?”

Humming, you nod in agreement, giving her doe-eyes to show her that you’re nothing more than the innocent victim here and her face contorts with pleasure as she ghosts the tip of her cock over your asscheek, getting your skin sticky with precum. 

And then she raises your underwear to her nose and breathes in the scent of you deeply, and it’s like you’re watching in slow motion. 

Her eyelids fly open in a panic, knowing that she just fucked up, and the hand around her cock tightens involuntarily before she makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a groan, frustrated and furious all the same.

“Fuck — no, fuck,” she curses and her hips shoot forward as she cums, a spurt erupting and pooling on your ass and lower back. She continues to rut back and forth against your asscrack, more cum being pumped out from her pulsing cock, and you gasp at how it feels on your skin. Agatha’s hands grasp onto your hips while she rides out her orgasm, looking very embarrassed, until she finally slows her movements. 

Her spent cock twitches where it’s resting on your ass, one last strand of cum spitting out from the tip. You are in absolute disbelief that she didn’t even make it inside you again and you can feel how covered you are in her cum. It only makes the ache inside you get worse and you clench around nothing, a

An awkward silence settles over the kitchen before you clear your throat. “Well, you got further than last time,” you point out, not even sure if it’s the truth.

Agatha scoffs. “You need to learn how to shut your mouth.” Her eyes light up with an idea and she takes your sopping wet underwear, still clenched between her hand and your hip, and mops up the puddles of rapidly-cooling cum on your back. Your breathing gets heavier, the air seemingly getting thicker, and you think you know what she’s going to do. 

She yanks you off your elbows by your hair and spins you around before balling up your panties and pressing them against your lips before you open wide and she shoves them into your mouth. “Clean them up for me, pretty girl.”

You let out a muffled moan at the overwhelming taste of your pussy and her cum and your eyes roll back into your head. She watches with rapt attention as you move them around as you suck on the wet fabric before she reaches down and slides three fingers into you. 

The sudden fullness has you scrambling to grab onto the countertop behind you and she curls them up inside you deep and rough. You try to say something, maybe a beg, but it comes out garbled and neither of you understand it. 

She sets a bruising pace and your head falls back. You’re so wet there’s a squelching noise with each thrust and her thumb barely gets any friction as it rubs against your clit. You’re reduced to begging with your eyes and incoherent noises but she gets the idea. 

The taste of the two of you mixed together and her fingers filling you so deliciously is dizzying and pleasure is already heating up in your body. You’re not sure how much more of this you can take but the steel in Agatha’s eyes says that you’re going to take it all. 

It’s like she’s overcompensating as she drives her fingers into your wet cunt over and over and it keeps pushing high-pitched keens out of your mouth. Her thumb presses against your clit and you clench tightly around her and Agatha’s rhythm stutters. 

“You feel so good, baby,” she pants. “You’re so fucking hot, making me cum twice before I even get into you.” Your moans get more frantic, hips now bucking to meet her thrusts and get her deeper inside you. “Such a good slut for mommy.” 

She leans closer to suck on your neck and then trails down to your chest, leaving marks in her wake. 

It’s too much — you become overstimulated far too quickly and with a muffled cry, you cum all over her fingers when she twists them roughly inside you with a rough nip to your clavicle. 

Her three fingers still move slowly in and out of you until you wince and she pulls out, leaving a hollow emptiness in your cunt. She fishes the panties out of your mouth before shoving her wet fingers inside and making you clean those off too. Agatha’s cock twitches and she pulls her fingers out of your mouth, smearing your saliva all over your cheeks.

“Fuck,” you say, very out of breath, and she hums in agreement. “I can’t believe you came from practically nothing again.” 

Agatha’s cheeks redden and she rolls her eyes while trying to seem unbothered. “It’s not my fault I have such a hot slut for a wife.” 

You smirk and kiss her mouth, slipping your tongue past her lips so she can taste the combination of both of you. “Well, you know what they say,” you tell her matter-of-factly. She raises an eyebrow. “Third time’s the charm.” 

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[theolliesaurus]

i'm so sorry,, op.

february this year will mark 10 years since i lost my dad - he passed away in his sleep from an aneurysm in his heart. yet i still remember when we got the phone call - it was the morning and my mum came to wake me up. the news didn't Hit until a later date. i didn't know how to cry when i first found it all out; that he'd passed 3 days prior to the call and was found face down in his bed,, that my sister was preparing to tell him the news of her then pregnancy.

i remember i got out of bed because my mum wanted me to follow her into my sister's room. my sister was sobbing buckets on the bed. and that was when my mum broke the news. i didn't outwardly react or start crying. i don't remember feeling much of anything. but my sister wanted me to come forwards when my mum left the room,, and she just pulled me in close and hugged me. but i still didn't cry.

the one thing i did was turn on my laptop and start watching a video to escape the news instead. but i still didn't yet cry.

but instead the funeral in march was where i broke.

what hurts the most is i never got to see him one last time,, nor did i ever get to say goodbye. and i still feel so guilty about not being able to communicate with him anymore because of the trauma of what he went through in past years,, with his sudden fall that lead to a triple heart bypass surgery,, to which he then would have to remain in a care home for the rest of his years as it excelled his huntington's to the point he couldn't live or care for himself anymore.

and because i no longer have him in my life,, i fear what will happen when i inevitably will lose my remaining parent or how i'll cope - my mum is my carer as i can't live independently due to disability,, there's things i can't do to take care of myself and skills i'm not able to learn.

which then sparks fears of what's going to happen to my sisters and to me,, because i'm planned to be transferred over to one if anything should happen to our mum,, and then transferred over to another if anything then happens to the sister who's first in line to care for me,, and so forth and so forth.....

but;

two or three of my favourite childhood memories that i look back on often include how my dad would take me shopping with him in the car into the next town,, and the shopping center had a little cafe next to it - the cafe had one of those coin-operated kiddie rides outside of it also (it was Scoop from "Bob the Builder"). so when we had finished shopping,, my dad then took me into the cafe and he bought me a cake to eat,, and then would let me play on that kiddie ride.

or there was a moment where we drove to the next town in the car,, and he stopped at one point to buy us a pastry each,, and we just sat in the car together eating our pastries.

or just the simplicity of being taken to the library to rent out a dvd on the weekends when he came to pick me up from my house. then we'd walk on down to his flat afterwards where i'd stay for a couple hours before bringing me back home. i'd play games on his computers,, or i'd take pictures with his photography camera out the back window.

or how when we'd make cakes down his flat,, he'd let me lick the mixture in the bowl and off the spoon. and how he'd let me help out with putting the roast chicken in the oven for dinner.

i still have a piece of his flat. a bit of his wallpaper that was ripped. and yet it's tucked away in a cupboard below my computer.

i have his photography camera that he left me. and yet i just can't bring myself to use it.

i had his computer from his care home that he wanted me to have - because i would always do drawings on it when i visited. it was the one physical thing i had left of him that felt alive. and yet i broke down when it suddenly didn't work anymore. now it sits tucked away in our storage cupboard downstairs; because i still can't part with it.

i still have some money that he inherited to me that i still haven't yet touched or done anything with.

it all still hurts.

and what hurts more is my mum offered for me to see his body in the coffin on the day of the funeral,, but i declined and said no.....

No one prepares you for how crippling grief is, last year my mom died of cancer. I watched her decline so rapidly that my brain couldn't understand who I was looking at by the time she passed. I couldn't understand who I was by the time she passed because I had to become a vessel who makes appointments, dresses, nurses, cooks and an entity who does not sleep. I did it all alone. The reality is that cancer eats away at everything, it lives on even after the patient dies. It ate away at every part of me, I couldn't get out of bed, I had sleep paralysis, I couldn't stop seeing her... like that. They asked me if she's my grandmother when they carried her out of the house. She was in her early 50s. Do you understand? In 3 months, she began to look like she was 80. Everyone wanted me to move on after a month, no one called anymore, not even a text. I thought I was alone when she was alive, but this was a new type of isolation. One that I barely survived. (thank you to my mutuals and tumblr for being an outlet)

It's been a year and 6 months, today I realized she's not the first thing I think of in the morning, or the last thing I think of before I fall asleep. I couldn't even call to do paperwork before, now I'm forgetting why it was even that difficult.

The sun's out, I think i'm going to get ice cream without feeling guilty that it's not something she can do anymore.

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

guilty as sin?

summary: eddie and y/n watch a special movie and get up to things.

word count: 3.9k

warnings/notes: smut, watching p*rn, masturbation (m & f), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, squirting

a/n: this is a blurb that ties in with my gods & monsters series on ao3! as usual, reader is 18+! also this was supposed to include her touching herself a little longer than i originally planned, but this thing took on a life of its own as soon as i started writing it. i hope you enjoy!

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“are you excited for this, baby?”

y/n was sitting on her parents’ bed, waiting for eddie to get the movie ready. she had never seen it before—something called “porn.” she knew what that was, of course, but she had never seen it. she and eddie had been having sex for a month, and he had suggested it to her one night as they lay together. she was open to it, even if she was a little bit nervous about it. she watched as eddie tinkered with the vcr, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed as she swung them. 

“a little,” she answered, sitting back on her elbows. “is it going to work?”

“yeah, it should,” he said. “this tape sometimes likes to be eaten, which I find ironic, considering..”

she giggled, couldn't help it. “oh yeah? is there a lot of that in it?”

“a fair amount,” he said. “it has your favorite.”

“which one?” she asked. “I have a lot of favorites.”

“eating out after being creampied,” eddie said, hitting play. “i think it’s going to work, baby. let’s lie back and watch it.”

she lay back with him, falling into his arms. she snuggled against him, watching as the movie began with a disclaimer. she looked up at eddie, who was looking down at her with a grin. she leaned up and kissed him, and he returned the kiss feverishly. she whimpered against his lips, biting at his lower lip as he growled into the kiss. she chuckled and kissed him harder, her fingers tangling in the ends of his hair. he drew back after a moment, his grin widening as he stroked her cheek.

“save it,” he said. “i want to see how you act when we start the movie.”

“is it gonna start yet?” she asked. “I didn’t think these kinds of movies had this many credits.”

“yeah, it’s about to start now,” eddie said. “see?”

she started watching the movie, snuggled up against eddie. the movie started off like any normal movie would. a woman answered the door in lingerie, greeting the repairman as he ogled her. y/n rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness of it, but kept watching. the woman led the man in to where the hot water tank was, showing him the problem and leaving him to fix it. as he was doing so, the woman went into her bedroom, laid back on the bed, and started touching herself as she moaned loudly and in exaggeration. y/n wasn’t fazed yet, but kept watching. eddie was looking at her for a reaction, and she smiled at him as she kissed him again.

“what do you think so far?” he asked.

“i think this is really weird so far,” she said. “people enjoy this?”

he chuckled. “yeah, but it gets better. you should keep watching.”

she did, watching as the man came to find the woman. the woman was still touching herself and moaning, and the man found her and dropped his toolbox. y/n giggled and kept watching, the man walking into the room and watching the woman on the bed. the woman opened her legs wider for invitation and the camera did a close up of her pussy. y/n looked away then, blushing and shy. eddie chuckled, kissing her hair and drawing her tighter against him. she kept watching; it was like a trainwreck she couldn’t look away from. 

“it’s about to get good, baby,” eddie said, squeezing her tighter. “just watch.”

“I hope so,” she said. “i'm bored so far.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “you really don’t have much patience, do you?”

“hmm, no,” she said. “is the good stuff about to happen?”

“yep,” he said. “watch.”

she kept watching, and eddie had been right. soon the man was eating her out, messily and noisily over the music. y/n watched, fascinated, as he worked, her eyes big and her mouth hanging open. eddie saw her awestruck expression and laughed, kissing her deeply as she pressed her body against his. she tangled her fingers in his hair, lifting one of her legs over his hip and grinding against him slightly. eddie moaned low in his throat, his hand coming down to squeeze her ass. she whined, pushing herself against him more urgently before he drew back to look down at her. 

“fuck,” he said. “already getting desperate, huh?”

“just because it’s you,” she said. “i’m always desperate for you.”

“so i see,” he teased, poking her nose. “i think it’s adorable.”

“let’s keep watching,” she said. “i wanna see what happens next.”

the man kept eating the woman out, y/n watching as eddie kissed her neck. she giggled, still watching the movie as eddie’s hand came up her shirt. she swatted it at away and he did it again, squeezing her breast and playfully biting at her neck. she let him that time, knowing that it was a losing battle, anyway. she turned to kiss him as the woman’s moans grew louder, and he tugged at her lower lip with his teeth. she gasped, pulling at his hair before she allowed him to take her shirt off. he kissed her breasts over her bra, exploring with his mouth and hands. she mewled, pressing her body against his and tugging at his hair as he, too, moaned. 

“you’re the eager one now,” she said, giggling. “you’re all eager for me.”

“I always am,” he said, smirking. “just like you are for me.”

“I can’t help it with you,” she said. “you’re just so hot.”

“you’re the hottest woman in the world, baby,” he said, tracing her nipple through the fabric of her bra. “can i take your clothes off? i have an idea.”

“what’s your idea?” she asked.

“i want you to touch yourself for me,” he said. “while you watch the movie.”

she blushed. “oh…”

“do you want to?” he asked.

“mmm hmm,” she said. “even though i’m a little nervous.”

“it’s okay,” he said. “i can talk you through it, if you want me to.”

“okay,” she said, standing up to take her clothes off. she laid next to him fully naked, her cheeks hot. “i’m here now.” 

“good girl,” eddie said, smirking as he studied her nude body. “you’re so beautiful.”

her cheeks heated more, and a giggle passed her lips. “you think so?”

“I know so,” he said, taking her hand and guiding it between her legs. “be a good girl for me now.”

she started slowly running her fingers through her folds, a whine passing her lips. she watched the movie for a moment, but it wasn’t doing much for her anymore. the man went from eating her out to fucking her, but it seemed so fake that it was almost laughable. she turned her attention from the movie back to eddie, who was watching her with hungry eyes. she giggled and kept going, her fingers massaging as eddie licked his lips. 

“I wish you would touch me, too,” she said.

“I will later,” he said. “for now, I just wanna watch you do it. rub your clit for me.”

she kept going, swirling her fingers through her folds as she felt herself getting more wet. she moaned as she rubbed her clit, looking over at eddie to see what he was doing. he had pulled his cock out and was jerking himself off, his mouth slack as his fist moved slowly over his erection. she looked back at the movie and saw the man still fucking the woman, absolutely drilling her as she moaned exaggeratedly. y/n had to suppress an eye roll; it was so over the top that it was almost laughable. she didn’t want to hurt eddie’s feelings, though, so she kept herself under control. 

“just like that,” he said, groaning as he kept going. “that’s my good fucking girl.”

“it feels so good,” she gasped. “but I want you to touch me now.”

“not yet,” he said. “soon, though, I promise. finger yourself for me.”

she did so, inserting two fingers inside of herself as she moaned. her back arched and she pushed them deeper, down to the last knuckle. eddie watched her, the movie forgotten by both of them as they watched each other work. she moaned as she fucked herself, her fingers working quickly as her thumb swiped at her clit. eddie kept watching her, his gaze never wavering as he stroked his cock. he didn’t speed up, but instead kept a steady pace that was more in tune with her own movements. 

“please,” she begged. “I want you to touch me.”

“oh yeah?” he asked, smirking. “you can’t stand it any longer, can you?”

“no,” she said. “please..”

he took her hand and guided it, pushing her fingers in and out of her pussy as he rubbed her clit. she whined, allowing him to do it as he leaned down to suck on one of her nipples. she moaned, fingering herself deeper as her stomach began to tighten. she grabbed his hair and pulled, arching her back as he moaned against her skin. his free hand kept stroking his cock, his movements getting faster as her orgasm approached. 

“i’m getting so close,” she warned, bucking her hips to meet her own touch. “i want to cum on your tongue.”

“oh?” he asked, smirking. “that’s what you want, huh?”

“yes it is,” she said. “please.”

“well…since you asked so nicely…” he said, withdrawing his hand from her and from himself and kneeling in front of her. “i guess we’ll have to do it then, won’t we?”

“please yes,” she begged. “please, i don’t like begging so much.”

“poor thing,” eddie said, kissing her inner thighs. “you poor thing.”

“don’t tease me,” she said. “you’ve done enough of that already.”

“why not?” he asked, smirking at her. “i think it’s fun to watch you squirm.”

“because i just want you to do it already!” she said with a roll of her eyes. “it’s been too long!”

“okay, okay,” he said, licking a stripe up her pussy and moaning. “fuck, you taste so good. so sweet.”

she mewled, and eddie dove in. he ate her out feverishly, as if he were a man starving. she grabbed hold of his hair, her thighs already quivering as he worked on her. he looked up at her over her mound, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he pushed his tongue inside of her. she moaned, bucking her hips slightly as he smirked against her. she wanted to slap his head for that, but she was too engrossed in what he was doing to give it much more thought. he gripped her thighs tightly, as if he were a man drowning and was clinging to his only salvation, and she welcomed the thought of the bruises it might leave behind. she did love being marked up by him, after all, and he was doing a good job of that tonight.

“your parents would be so pissed if they could see us right now,” eddie said. “especially your dad.”

“fuck him,” she said. “i don’t care what he thinks about us.”

“neither do i,” he said, sucking on her clit for a moment as she gasped. “was that good?”

“mmm hmm,” she hummed, tugging at his hair as he pushed two fingers inside of her. “please keep going.”

“i really need to fuck you soon,” he said, chuckling against her as he sucked on her clit again. “i’m about to burst.”

“come here, then,” she said. “fuck me.”

“yeah?” he asked, smiling at her. his face glistened with her juices, and he didn’t make any effort to wipe it away. “you don’t wanna cum on my tongue first?”

“hmm, okay,” she said. “i am pretty close.”

“okay, baby,” he said, diving back in. “i’ll give you what you want.”

it didn’t take much longer. a few more sucks of her clit and fucking her on his fingers and she was letting go, crying out his name and cumming all over his face. he smiled, sitting back and watching as she experienced her high. when she came down from it, he kissed his way up her body and sucked on each breast before smashing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. she whined, kissing him back and tasting herself on his lips & tongue. he kissed her deeply, lining himself up with her pussy and slapping his dick against it. she giggled, pushing her hips forward in invitation. he sought her consent with a look and she nodded, giving him permission. he slid inside of her with ease and she moaned, clinging to his back as he moaned low in her ear.

“christ, you feel so fucking good,” he breathed. “you’re so goddamn wet.”

“all for you,” she said. “just for you.”

“yeah?” he asked. “just for me, huh? no one else?”

“nope, no one else,” she said. “please fuck me now.”

“how do you want it?” he asked, giving one shallow, slow thrust as he looked down at her. “fast and hard or slow and soft?”

“fast and hard, please,” she said, clinging to his back and looking into his eyes. “i want you to be rough like they’re being in the movie.”

indeed they were. in the movie, the man had taken to fucking the woman from behind as hard and as fast as was humanly possible. y/n didn’t think it WAS possible; he was going almost like a jackhammer. she wondered if they used special effects even in those kind of movies, and found that she didn’t much care one way or another. she was focused on her own pleasure right now, not some imaginary, fake pleasure in the movie. the woman was moaning and yelling on the tv and y/n had to suppress another eye roll at how fake it all sounded. surely she didn’t sound like that, did she?

“eddie,” she said, moaning as he pushed himself even deeper inside of her. “do i sound like that woman?”

“hm?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at the tv before shaking his head. “no, baby, you don’t. your moans are so much hotter because yours are actually real.”

“really?” she asked, hooking her legs around his waist and pulling him in as deeply as he could go. “maybe you should start fucking me then so you can hear them.”

“wow,” he said, starting to thrust as he smirked down at her. “i’m impressed, y/n. you went from this good catholic girl to my own personal porn star. when the hell did that happen?”

she giggled, digging her heels into his ass. “it happened as soon as you started fucking me. i was really missing out, but i honestly never wanted to do it with anyone until you came along. the thought of it kinda grossed me out before.”

“oh yeah?” eddie asked, groaning as he began to pick up the pace a little. “all those good catholic boys and steve turned your stomach, huh?”

“well, steve was okay, i guess,” she said. “but the other ones were all gross and i think they were secretly doing it behind their parents’ backs.”

“just like you’re doing now, huh?” he teased, leaning down to kiss her neck. “you’re so funny sometimes.”

“i’m gonna get really funny if you don’t shut up and fuck me,” she said.

“so bossy,” he said, leaving a mark on her neck and laughing. “oops, you might have to wear a scarf for a little bit.”

“i don’t care,” she said. “please.”

“alright,” he said, looking down at her again as he began to move faster.

she gasped as he began to ram directly against her sweet spot, her eyes rolling back for a moment as she clung to him tightly. he moaned in her ear as he thrust deeply, making sure to rail her with every thrust inward. he kissed her sloppily, their tongues meeting before their lips, their moans lost in each other’s mouths as she dug her nails slightly into his back. he groaned at the contact, drawing back to look down at her as his movements increased. she could feel her stomach tightening already, and she opened her mouth to tell him she was close. before she could tell him, though, she was cumming hard, her nails scratching hard down his back as he moaned deep in his throat. she soaked the bed below them, her mouth agape as her head was thrown back. eddie was kissing her neck again, dipping low to get what he could reach of her chest, smiling against her skin as he did so.

“that’s my good girl,” he said. “there she is.”

“don’t stop,” she begged. “please don’t stop.”

“i wasn’t planning on it anytime soon, baby,” he said, kissing her gently on the lips. “i’m gonna make you cum again.”

“are you?” she asked.

“yes i am,” he said. “i’m going to make you scream this time. louder than that woman on tv.”

she had largely forgotten the movie until then, and she looked over his shoulder to see what was happening. it seemed as if it were pretty much over; the man was slowing down and the woman had quieted some. she focused her attention back to eddie, smiling up at him as she pulled him down for another kiss. he kept going, and she whined as he pushed against her sensitive sweet spot, but it still felt so good. she felt dizzy, exhilarated, and as if she were on top of the world. she clenched around him once, twice, and felt him twitch inside of her. that was a bad idea, then; she didn’t want him cumming too soon, after all. she ran her hands down his back to soothe the scratches she left, and was surprised to see that his back was sticky. she drew her hands back and saw a little blood on them, and she looked up at him in alarm. he chuckled, shaking his head as he kissed over her face.

“nah, it’s okay,” he said. “i like it.”

“but doesn’t it hurt?” she asked. “i would think that it would hurt.”

“not really,” he said. “i think it feels good.”

“oh,” she said, her own skin slick with sweat as his, too, became wet. “are you getting close?”

“yep, i’m getting there,” he said, rubbing her clit in fast, hard circles. “how about you?”

“i think so,” she said. “i want you to cum inside of me.”

“you do?” he asked. “usually you don’t want that.”

“i do now,” she said. “please, i don’t care. it’ll be fine.”

“are you sure?” he asked, his hair hanging down as he gazed at her. “i don’t want you to get pregnant.”

“i’m fine right now,” she said. “i promise. i’d tell you to use a condom if i wasn’t.”

“are you going to go get on birth control like you said?” he asked.

“yep,” she said. “i made the appointment for next week.”

“good girl,” he said, moaning as he kept going. “fuck, i don’t know how much longer i can hold off.” 

“me either,” she said, gasping loudly as he rubbed her clit again. “fuck, this feels so good!”

“yeah?” he asked, smirking. “i’m glad you think so, baby.”

“i really do!” she said, clenching around him again. “you’re so big.”

“and you’re so fucking wet,” he said. “the wettest pussy in the whole world and it’s all mine.”

“all yours,” she echoed, her mouth agape as he started absolutely pounding her. “eddie!”

“let go,” he said, rubbing her clit harder and faster. “go on, baby.”

she didn’t need to be told twice. a few minutes later she came hard again, squirting all over eddie and the bed, her eyes rolled back as she screamed his name. she scratched him hard again, more blood being drawn as he growled in her ear. her own orgasm was followed by his own not even a minute later, and he came deep inside of her with a moan of her name. he rocked his hips to a stop, pulling out of her and collapsing next to her on the bed. he reached for his cigarettes, lighting one and offering her a drag. she took it, giggling at the thought of her parents smelling cigarette smoke in their bedroom. she would air it out as best as she could before they got back, but it was still hilarious to her that her dad might blow his top over it. normally that would have bothered her, but not now. the movie had ended, she and eddie were content, and that’s all that mattered to her.

“i love you,” he said, holding her with one arm as he used the other to smoke. “i love you so much.”

“i love you, too,” she said, snuggling up to him and kissing over his tattoos on his chest. “i really love you so much.”

“i’m so glad that you do,” he said, taking a long drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaling the smoke. “you’re everything to me, y/n. everything and so much more.”

“i think you’re the best,” she said. “i couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.”

“and i couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend,” he said, kissing her hair. “i truly mean that.”

she giggled, kissing his tattoos again as she looked up at him. “i kinda wish we could go again.”

he laughed as well, shaking his head as he kissed her sweetly. “give me about an hour and maybe we’ll talk. i could use a shower, though.”

“me too,” she said. “maybe we could take one after you smoke your cigarette.”

“yeah, we should,” he said, trailing his fingers down her back. “y/n?”

“yeah?”

“your dad is going to kill me for this.”

“i’ll make sure he doesn’t.”

“you don’t mind that i’m doing it?”

“no.”

“good.”

they lay in silence for a little bit, until eddie stamped out his cigarette and got up. he held his hand out for her and she took it, walking to her parents’ bathroom and starting the shower. before they stepped in, she was silent, looking down at the floor as eddie looked at her in concern. 

“what is it?” he asked. “are you okay?”

“yeah,” she said, looking up at him with a smile. “i was just thinking.”

“uh oh, that’s dangerous,” he teased.

she rolled her eyes. “never mind.”

“no, tell me,” he said. “i’m sorry.”

“i was thinking about how i’d like to watch more movies like that,” she said. “i had fun tonight.”

“oh yeah?” eddie asked. “well, i’ve got more. maybe we can watch another one tomorrow.”

“i’d like that,” she said, pulling him toward the shower. “come on, let’s get in.” 

[mameillieureennemie]

i had been thinking about this all day at work.

fwb!vi x f!reader - 1

summary: looks say far more than words can.

when you and vi first started this arrangement, the way she looked at you was different.

it was a look of hunger; a look that a mountain lion would possess as it laid its eyes on an innocent lamb. to say she wanted to eat you was too kind—she wanted to devour you, tear into your flesh with sharp, and wet her gullet with your blood.

it was possession that drove her to throw you on the bed before mounting you. the desperate urge to keep as she swallowed you whole, bones and all, until there was nothing left of you.

that was months ago, when the arrangement was still fresh. when you firmly stated that this was nothing but downright filthy sex, and vi agreed.

but everything has changed.

vi doesn't look at you the same.

except she does, but it's worse somehow.

while she still pins you down with that gaze of raw possession, it's...softened.

no longer is it harsh and jagged, slicing through your flesh with serrated edges. now, it cradles you, like gentle hands holding the delicate body of a baby bird. cautious, easy...

fond.

it terrifies you.

vi's nestled in the cradle of your thighs, hiding her face in the plush of your stomach. her arms are locked around your waist, tight and assured, and she's humming a tune. it's muffled, but it's familiar; a song that she lets loose when she's happy.

when she's happy with you.

there's a heavy rock in your stomach, pulling you down towards the ground. it may drag you through the earth, suffocating you in the terrifying heat of the earth's mantle. maybe the heat will kill you first, but you'll be killed nonetheless.

this is what your fear feels like. this is what you were afraid of.

vi's shifting on your lap momentarily draws you away from your inevitable breakdown. she's now lying on her back, baring her face back to the world—back to you.

the smile on her face is tender; it's what some might even call loving. the rock in your stomach gains five pounds, nausea pooling at the back of your throat.

no.

"hey, pretty girl," vi murmurs, low and slow, as if those words are her secrets. "what's going on in that head of yours?"

the words sit at the tip of your tongue, scrambling for freedom. they seep into your taste buds, leaving behind the most sour of tastes.

we need to stop this, is what yells to be said. we said no feelings. this was supposed to be about sex and nothing else. so why does it feel like you're in love with me?

why does it feel like i'm in love with you, too?

"nothing," you say instead, mimicking the low and slow, like you're also telling secrets. "just wondering about what i should do tonight."

you stress the i a little too harshly, but vi doesn't notice. or maybe she does and refuses to care. maybe she's acting on her own will, doing what feels right by her standards.

which is unfair; she isn't allowed to do this to you.

"well, if you don't anything in mind," vi says easily. "we could go catch a movie or something? maybe go and grab something to eat from jericho's?" the way she says we is too simple, as if it's always been we and not you and her.

you stare down at her for a moment, really take her in. the slope of her nose, the scar on her upper lip. the soft pinks of her cheeks, and her eyes. wide and power blue and far too expressive of their own good because she's looking at you with that look again.

that look that means way too much.

when you open your mouth, all that falls out is a lie.

"actually, i have to wake up early in the morning." you lie through your teeth because you need to get away from this—from her.

the look in vi's eyes changes, slips into something foreign; something unknown. you've never seen this look before, but you can't find it in yourself to worry about it.

when vi leaves, she presses a lingering kiss upon your lips. her hands grasp at you a bit too tightly, as if feeling you for the last time. then she's gone without a word, and a part of you wonders what that could have meant.

but as the weeks go by and vi goes unheard of, you suddenly realise on a deathly cold morning.

vi was saying goodbye.

[darkbluekies]

Can we have more Jerry content please?

"Familiar, like my mirror years ago"

Yandere!female!mafia x reader

Summary: darling getting shot reminds Jerry of memories she can't help but repress, and is now forced to face

Warnings: gore? Blood, lots of it, pain, trauma? In other words, a dark oneshot

Word count: 4.5k

She can’t believe it. The sight is enough to make her sick. Her darling, her only light in this miserable life, lying unreachable in a hospital bed with countless machines connected. How could she ever have let that happened? She’s been sitting by your bed for hours, holding your hand tightly and not looking away. She hasn’t felt a pain like this for a long time, not since her family died. Jerry tries her best to think of something else, but it keeps coming back. 

“Mom and dad are out, I’m supposed to make dinner for us.”

Yuna looks up from her homework and grimaces. She’s still wearing her school uniform. “Then we won’t eat”, she mumbles sulkily. 

“Hey, watch it.”

Yuna laughs. Jerry’s long hair is tied into a loose ponytail. She sits down on the floor beside her younger sister, watching over her while drinking from a juice pouch. Yuna’s much smarter than her, both in school and life, and that’s good enough for Jerry. She doesn’t have to be smart if Yuna is. 

Yuna lifts her head up from her math book. She looks over her shoulder at Jerry. 

“Sister, there’s a boy in my class”, she says, “and I think that he likes me. He asked me to go to the amusement park on friday.”

“Who’s this rat?” Jerry scoffs. 

“He’s the class president.”

“Oh, your academic rival.” Jerry takes a new sip of her juice. “Is he smarter than you?”

“No.”

Jerry smiles and ruffles Yuna’s hair. “I know that’s right. My little sister is the smartest in school.”

Yuna squirms embarrassedly, but her smile exposed her. 

“Before you go out with him I want to meet this little boy of yours”, Jerry says as she bites the straw. “I need to accept him.”

“He’s nice, I promise.”

“I’ll believe that once I see it.”

“Please don’t embarrass me.”

“Embarrass you? Do you think I’m a child?” She thinks for a second. “Don’t answer that.”

Yuna chuckles. 

“What about you, sister?” she asks. “Don’t you have someone that you like?”

Jerry leans her head against the wall. 

“No”, she replies and smiles. “I don’t need one. Well, are you hungry? Should we get some food?”

“What are you going to make?”

“I’m not going to cook, we’ll go out and buy something. If mom and dad doesn’t know we’re eating junk food, they can’t get mad. I’m feeling like tteokbokki or convenience store food, what about you?”

“Street food sounds nice.”

“Good, let’s go.”

Jerry stands up and goes to grab her jacket. Yuna follows. They walk out of the apartment, out onto the lit up street. The stars in the night sky twinkle beautifully. They walk side by side. Yuna’s shorter than Jerry, for now, but she’ll be taller in a year, she’s sure of that. Yuna’s only sixteen. Jerry’s eighteen. Jerry was Yuna’s age when she started doing things she shouldn’t. It had started small with skipping class, then smoking, then tealing lip glosses from the mall. And then it escalated to robbing and assaults. Jerry wondered where she would be if she hadn’t befriended the wrong people. She had never been good in school, not like Yuna, but had been good at PE. But that doesn’t matter. She has a new chance with Yuna now, to make sure that she does everything Jerry didn’t and make sure Yuna doesn’t do the things Jerry did. 

“Look what my friends got me for my birthday”, Yuna says and shows a ‘Kuromi’ plush charm hanging on her bag.

“That’s cute”, Jerry agrees. 

Yuna’s friends are the type of friends a teenage girl should have. They gossip, go out for fun, have sleepovers, late night talks. But Jerry knows that Yuna’s friends are scared of her. Ever since Jerry got kicked out of school, people have been suspecting her of things she has done. But no one has evidence. Yuna knows about the theft and the assaults, but not of the others. Jerry has made sure that no one knows that she has joined a gang. If Yuna knew, she could get hurt. That can’t happen. Yuna does everything right in life, she isn’t supposed to be involved in these things. The gang doesn’t know about Yuna either. That’s for the best. 

Seoul’s streets are empty, apart from a few people walking their dogs or out on walks. They walk to a nearby food market and buy one thing from every food stand before walking to the nearest river and have a picnic. 

“We should have gotten water”, Yuna says. 

“Go put your head into the river”, Jerry chuckles. 

“I washed my hair this morning.”

“Then thirst to death.”

“Can’t you go buy water? Please?”

Jerry sighs and stands up. 

“Fine”, she groans. “Wait here. Don’t eat everything when I’m back.”

Yuna laughs. Jerry grabs her phone and leaves. She walks to the nearest convenience store and gets two bottles of water and two ice creams. The lady behind the counter smiles at her and wishes her a good night. Jerry wishes her back. 

A cold wind brushes past her as she walks back out into the night air. For a moment, it feels like someone is watching her. Jerry looks around, but there’s no one to be seen. She frowns and hurries back to the river. Yuna has eaten all of the sausages. 

“I told you not to eat all of it!” Jerry says. “If you wanted more you should have bought them yourself. And here I got you ice cream, you ungrateful brat.”

“No, please give it to me!” Yuna laughs and reaches for the ice cream. “I'm sorry, sister, please! You can take all the remaining fish cakes, please!”

Jerry pretends to think for a moment.

“Okay”, she says nonchalantly. “I guess that works. Greedy bitch.”

She gives Yuna the ice cream. Yuna laughs and Jerry can't help but smile.

“Do you think life is pre-planned for you?” Yuna asks after a while. “As in, your fate is already decided, it doesn't matter what path you'll take, you'll eventually end up where you should be?’

“I don't know”, Jerry replies and licks her ice cream. “Wouldn't that be kind of sad, though?”

“Why?”

“If your life is already decided for you. You can't change it. What if you don't like the decided fate?”

“But what if the decided fate is the most perfect for you?”

“What would mine be, then?”

Yuna studies her. “I don't know, but I know that it isn't robbing people. I think you'd be a good psychologist.”

Jerry lifts her eyebrows. “Me? Why?”

“You're good at noticing emotions, and feeling them. You know when I'm upset without me even saying anything.”

“That's because I know you … and you're like an open book, wearing your heart on your sleeve.”

“Maybe, but you know how to make me feel better.”

“I don't think I'd be a good psychologist, unfortunately. I'd be a good mechanic, though. I'd be like a doctor but for machines. What about you? What do you think your decided fate is?”

Yuna sighs and looks out over the river. “I don't know”, she says in defeat. “I wish I knew. I want to get good on the CSAT when i have to do that, get into a good university and get a good job … but i don't know what I want to do.”

“You're sixteen, Yuna, you have time to figure it out.”

“You too. You're eighteen. You can choose something better.”

Yuna’s eyes turn to her, full of sorrow. Jerry’s heart aches. She puts her arm around Yuna’s shoulders and leans her head against hers.

“I'll figure it out”, she sighs. “Don't worry about me.”

“But I do. All the time. I love you.”

“I love you too, but you don't have to. I will figure it out. I will.”

Jerry sobs. Her body is breaking into pieces, can feel the flesh rip itself apart.

Please wake up, Y/N. Please. I can't do this.

She should have done more to protect you. She should have learned from her mistakes. She opens her left hand. A small Kuromi plush charm rests in the palm of her hand. The other hand holds onto yours tightly. The little plush stares at her with cute aggression. She wants to bury her sharp nails into its face, claw away the mocking expression. 

You couldn't leave me without a little bully, could you? When you're not here to tease me, this is.

Jerry looks up at your face and feels her body goes cold once again. You look so small, so breakable. She's afraid of squeezing your hand too tightly, worried that she'll snap it in half.

“This is my older sister Yubin.”

Jerry scans the boy up and down. He dresses well, has his hair neatly prince and styled and bows deeply. A real dream for a mother in law.

“Nice to meet you”, he says. 

Yuna pulls Jerry to the side.

“Please, can I go with him?” she whispers.

Jerry glances towards him. He twiddles with his fingers

“Okay”, Jerry gives in. “I’ll come get you at eight.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to make sure you get home safely.”

She watches her sister leave the apartment with her arms crossed over her chest.

“He seemed like a nice boy”, her mom says behind her. 

“Yeah, let’s hope that, for his sake”, Jerry mutters and walks into her room, closing the door behind her. 

She keeps herself occupied by watching a cheesy drama in bed while eating snacks. Every now and then she glances at the clock on her phone, waiting for it to be the right time.

After four episodes—and not a single kiss yet—it's finally time for her to get moving. Jerry gets out of bed and grabs her jacket. She gives her mom and dad a quick ‘goodbye’ before exiting the apartment. The evening air is crisp, the music blasting in her earpods. Her ears are always surprised by the sound, either heavy rap with skillful execution or upbeat bubblegum pop. 

She walks through lit up streets full of students taking advantage of the fact that there is no school tomorrow. Fridays being out the wildest in even the calmest of teenagers. Jerry should know.

Suddenly, the feeling of being watched enters her body again. She doesn’t stop to look around, doesn’t want to give any potential stalkers the knowledge that she’s aware. Jerry shakes it off, she always feels watched. She’s paranoid. 

She sees Yuna and the boy stand outside the gates of the amusement park. Jerry walks up to them, hands in her pockets. Yuna smiles and waves goodbye to the boy.

“I had so much fun!” she tells her as they walk.

“I can tell”, Jerry says, trying to sound unbothered but the way her lip curls upwards exposes her. “So, how much money did you waste?”

“None, actually. He paid for everything.”

Jerry raises her eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh?” She can't hide her surprise. “He did?” But quickly composes herself. “As he should.”

“I feel bad though, he spent so much money trying to win me a stuffed animal at those machines, you know? The ones with a claw? But I think they're rigged.”

“Of course they are.”

Yuna yawns and leans against her older sister. Jerry chuckles and wraps her arm around her shoulders.

“What?” she questions. “Are you tired now?”

“Yes”, she replies. “Can you carry me?”

“Fuck no, you can walk by yourself.”

“Please?”

Yuna clings onto her and stops walking. Jerry groans and lifts her up on her back, piggyback carrying her. Yuna hugs her neck.

“I think I like that boy”, she mumbles with a smile.

“If he ever hurts you I'm breaking his neck, you know that, right?” Jerry says. “No one hurts my sister.”

Yuna hugged her neck tighter. “No one gets to hurt my sister either.”

Her heart breaks. Jerry has moved away from the bed and sat down beside the window, looking out over the city. The sky is dark, lights twinkling everywhere, like stars.

There's a knock on the door. Jerry looks over, eyes swollen from all crying. Her boss walks in with a bodyguard behind him. In his hands is a colorful flower bouquet, surrounded by soft, pinkish gift paper. He glances at you before turning his eyes to Jerry.

“I came as soon as I heard”, he says and places the flowers on the chair by the bed. “How are they?”

“I don't know”, Jerry says quietly, voice not reaching more than a broken whisper. "Nobody knows.”

Her boss takes a deep breath. He's much more careful than Jerry has ever seen him. 

“If there's anything I can do, don't hesitate to let me know, ‘kay?” he says.

“Kill that coward”, she says coldly. “No, don't. Save him for me.”

“I will.”

Jerry makes the mistake of turning her eyes towards you. Your poor soul. Her boss walks over to her and, to her surprise, puts his arms around her. He has never hugged her. In the four years she's known him, he has never hugged her. She has to control herself to not break out into childish sobs again.

“I really love them”, slips out of her before she can stop herself. “Oh, fuck, what do i do?”

“You don't do anything”, her boss says. “You'll stay here and watch over them and I'll do the rest.”

He leaves shortly after, wanting Jerry to have time to herself. She can't cry in front of him, and crying is exactly what she needs.

She walks to the bed and picks up the flowers. There's a little card attached to the gift paper. Jerry opens it.

“Get well soon, Y/N, the entire organization is sending its wishes for you to heal quickly and come back to Jerry — M.”

Jerry smiles slightly. She places the bouquet in her water bottle.

A small noise is heard from the bed and she turns to see you slowly, but surely, open your eyes. Jerry feels her heart stop. She throws herself forward, getting closer to the bed.

“Y/N, babe, I'm here”, she breathes out. “Babe.”

Your eyes seem to not be able to register anything in the bright light, but as they move to see where the sound is coming from, they pupils seem to grow. They fill with tears. Jerry turns your cheek with a trembling hand and wipes it.

“It's okay, baby”, she whispers. “It's okay.”

“Jerry …”, you croak out.

She nods. Tears filled her eyes. She squeezes your hand tighter.

“My pretty baby”, she sniffles and wipes your tears. 

“It feels weird.”

“You have machines connected to you, that's why it feels weird. But they're there to help you.”

“How am I alive?”

“I don't know … it's a miracle.”

She must have someone on her side, a guardian angel … or someone that has seen it all before and couldn’t let it happen again. Jerry looks down at the little Kuromi plush in her hand, heart sinking. 

“I never thought that i would be shot”, you admit. 

“It’s my fault”, Jerry says. “I should never have let it happen. I’m an idiot … but fuck, am I happy you are alive. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t woken up.”

You look around the room, eyes stopping at the flowers. 

“Did you get those?” you ask. 

“No, my boss did”, she replies and takes out the card. “He even wrote a little message for you.”

She reads it out loud to you and breathes out in relief at your small smile. 

“I must be the first person to get that kind of message”, you joke weakly. 

“You are”, Jerry says and takes a risk at a joke. “I hope that you’re grateful, because you won’t get another one unless you die.”

“I’m not planning on it.”

Jerry smiles and caresses your cheek. “That’s my baby. You’re not dying for a long while, and I’m going to make sure of it.”

You notice the plush in her other hand. 

“What’s that?” you ask. 

Your weak hand reaches for hers, trying to get a better look at the Kuromi figurine. Jerry feels her heart stop, her body turn to ice. You knew that she had a sister before and that something happened, but not what happened, or where she is now. Too stunned to react, you’re able to take the little plush out of her hands. You hold it carefully, turning it around to get a good look at it. 

“It fits you”, you say quietly, smiling slightly.

“It wasn’t mine from the start”, slips out of her, breathlessly and unfamiliar to her. “It’s not actually mine.”

“Did you steal it from someone?” 

If only.

“No”, she says slowly. “I didn’t. It was my sister’s.”

You pull your eyes away from the charm and look at her. She has gone pale by now and stares empty in front of her. The stare reminds you of soldiers who’s seen too much and you apologize for bringing it up. 

“You don’t have to apologize”, Jerry mumbles and takes the little plush carefully. “I guess that you should know the story. If anyone should know, it should be you.”

“What was her name?”

Jerry smiles sadly. “Yuna.”

“Yuna.”

Hearing you say it breaks her heart all over again, makes it bleed into her throat. She wishes that you could have met her, and that Yuna got to met you. 

See? Jerry would have teased her. You didn’t think I would get a good partner, what do you say now? 

“You would have loved her”, Jerry says quietly, still wearing the painful smile. “And she would have loved you—adored you. She loved everything and everyone. A soul too good for this world. She never broke any rules, never did anything stupid … and when she did one time, I scolded her so bad that she never did it again.”

Jerry can see the hesitation in your eyes before you ask the question. 

“What happened to her?”

Jerry’s head pounds in pain. Blood runs down her chin, from the corner of her mouth. She wipes it with her sleeve. She really should stop getting into fights, it never ends well. Even if she wins them, she’s left with aching limbs for days to come. But the pride from a win makes her do it again, and again, and again. She usually gangs up with a few people from her gang, and go at it until they can’t anymore. But today was different, she thinks as she makes her way home, through empty streets. They smiled too much today, provoked her more than usual. When she was ready to leave, they pulled her back in with their taunting words, knowing exactly where to press to rile her up again. As if they didn’t want her to leave. It was weird, different than usual. 

Jerry drags her feet over the pavement. She will have to take a shower to remove the blood—whether it’s hers or not doesn’t matter. 

The door to the apartment complex isn’t fully closed. A small drop of blood sits on the ground. Is she bloody enough to drip? She opens the door and walks into the building, pulling herself up the stairs to the apartment. This door isn’t closed either. Jerry frowns and opens the door, walking into the hallway. She can tell, right away, that something is different. There’s a new smell in the air, one she is oddly familiar with. 

The smell of blood. 

Her heart stops, nerves crackling with panic before she runs forward, into the livingroom. 

“Mom?” she shouts. “Dad? Yuna?”

Blood covers the floor, the walls and furniture. Jerry spins around, desperately trying to find where it leads. It seems to have been smudged in all directions. She opens the door to the bathroom. Empty. Her parents room. Empty. Kitchen is empty. Her hand hovers shakingly over Yuna’s bedroom door. Please don’t, Jerry thinks as sweat runs down her back, please, please. She opens the door. The room is covered in blood. Her parents are lying across the room, blood smudges across the floor exposing that they’ve been dragged here. Their throats are slit. Jerry stumbles backwards, hand reaching for something—anything—to grab onto. Her heart seems to be everywhere in her body, beating irregularly. An ice cold, burning nausea covers her fully, like water. 

“Mom—”, she chokes out, sinking down on the floor. She can’t form a sentence, let alone an understandable one. “Dad … oh, my God. Oh, my God, oh shit.”

Her vision is blurred by tears.

A thought enters her head, and suddenly she’s on high alert again. 

Yuna … where’s Yuna?

On shaking legs, she clumsily pulls herself up and stumbles out into the corridor again. All other rooms are empty, where is Yuna? Where the fuck is Yuna?

There’s only one room left. Jerry’s. She drags herself over to her closed door, feeling like she’s going to vomit any second. After a long while of waiting, she finally opens the door, revealing her own room. Jerry screams. 

Yuna is lying in Jerry’s bed. Her school uniform is covered in blood, her black hair spread out over her face. One arm lies over her stomach, the other hanging over the side of the bed. Jerry has to grab onto her desk. Suddenly she doesn’t feel like she’s there. She can’t feel her legs hold her up.

Without noticing it, her body has moved her forward. She’s standing by her bed. Theres a folded note on Yuna’s chest. Jerry’s hands tremble as she opens it. 

“See this as a warning, bitch, next time it will be you.”

She throws the note across the room. Her heart hammers in her chest, but this time in anger. Those disgusting creatures. She can’t find words to describe them. They’re subhuman, but not even that is enough. 

She tears down everything on her desk, including her laptop and lamp amd when there’s nothing left for her to destroy, she hits herself, clawing and pulling at anything she can get her hands on. As long as it hurts. It’s her fault. She put her family in danger. Her choices led to this. She killed them. 

When her body loses power, she sinks down on the floor, shaking and crying. Jerry covers her face in her hands to avoid looking at her little sisters lifeless body. She can’t remember the last time she cried like this. It exits her body in a whine-like howl, her pain needing to come out. 

But even those end. All feelings end at some point, leaving her in a numb, broken shell. She looks towards her bed. The arm that’s hanging of the side of the bed seems to hold something. Jerry crawls over and opens Yuna’s hand slightly. Her skin is still somewhat warm under her touch. In her hand lies the Kuromi charm plush, still somewhat clean. Jerry takes it out of Yuna’s hand and holds it in hers. She hugs it, breaking out into new sobs. 

Realizing that she can’t stay here—the ones that have done this will most likely return, or the cops will arrest her for the deed—Jerry stands up. She grabs one of her black backpacks and throws in whatever she thinks that she can need before leaving the apartment for the last time. 

Your eyes are filled with tears, and so are hers. You reach forward to wipe hers and she squeezes her eyes shut. She can’t look at you. 

“I’m so sorry”, you say. 

“I can’t lose you too”, she hisses. “I fucking can’t lose you too.”

She can feel you hug her and she’s quick to remove your arms. 

“You shouldn’t move”, she says with a panicked voice. “You’re hurt. Just let the medicine and what fuck-not do it’s work, please. Just do as I say.”

You lay down again. Jerry sighs out heavily and wipes her tears harshly. 

“That’s why I joined this organization”, she says angrily. “I realized how vulnerable I was by myself. I needed people that could protect me and have my back … and I’m so fucking sorry I pulled you into it, too. I should have learned my lesson with my family, but I didn’t. I was so fucking selfish doing it again, just because I fell in love. And i could have lost you too. Ic ould have repeated my fucking mistake.”

“But you didn’t”, you say. “I’m here.”

Jerry sighs and holds out the little plush. 

“I, somehow, feel like she did this”, she says flatly. “As if she couldn’t watch me go through it again, so she saved you. Yuna died holding this charm. Somehow thinking that it would protect her … or she just didn’t want to die alone.”

Jerry has never said these thoughts out loud before. And when she does it, she doesn’t dare to look at you, scared to see a judging look in your eyes. But you don’t, you look at her with such empathy, such sadness for her. 

“I can’t bring myself to get rid of it”, she says and sighs. “Because this was so important to Yuna. I don’t know why.”

“Did you ever get the ones that did it?” you ask carefully. 

“No … never. But I will find them one day, and I will make them pay. And the one that did this to you is going to get what he deserve too. I will never let anything hurt you again. I will do whatever it takes, but so help me, if anything ever happens to you again.”

“I think that if she saw you now, she would be proud of you”, you say. “Maybe not for what you do, but for how loving you are.”

Jerry scoffs, but you see that your words hit her hard. 

“You are”, you insist. “Not everyone sees it, but you are. Even if you don’t believe it yourself.”

“Oh yeah?” she scoffs. “How ‘loving’ can I be after everything I’ve done to you?”

You swallow, thinking of everything Jerry has put you through but shake it off. Not the right timing. 

“You sat here with me all this time”, you say. “You’ve cried for me. Worried for me.”

“Well, yeah, I’m not a monster.”

“You aren’t. You are human. And that’s why it wasn’t your fault, for anything that happened. You didn’t do anything.”

Jerry sniffles and looks down at the plush, and then at you. 

“Thank you, Y/N”, she says, giving you a small, sad smile. “Thank you.”

After you’ve fallen asleep that night, she places the little Kuromi plush on the pillow, by your head and smiles sadly. She falls asleep with her head on the free space on the bed beside your legs, eternally grateful that you came back to her, and with a new peace in her body. As if a heavy weight has lifted off her shoulders.

[bomber-grl]

— Robin is Totally Cooler

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Gn!Red Hood Fan!Reader

Word Count: 1456

-

You and Damian were lounging around after school. It was one of the rare chances you got to hang out at Wayne Manor and spend time with him. You were sprawled out on the floor near a beanbag in his room, and he was on his bed, chilling with Titus. You were scrolling through your phone absentmindedly, while Damian worked on some school assignments in the background.

It was nice—quiet. You didn't always need to be talking to enjoy each other's company. But then, as you were mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, you stumbled upon an edit of Red Hood. You were, without a doubt, one of Red Hood’s biggest fans. You couldn’t lie, the guy was definitely hot—even with that mask (maybe especially with it). There was something about him that was just... Well, y’know. And, of course, you couldn’t ignore how, despite his connection to Batman and the Batfamily, Red Hood always seemed to be working on his own terms. He definitely had a different way of fighting crime, and there was something so intriguing about that.

Damian seemed to notice the audio looping on your phone, and after a second, he sat up, prompting Titus to leave the room (sadly). "Let me guess," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "An edit of your latest celebrity crush?"

He raised an eyebrow, already knowing the answer. It wasn’t like he didn’t know you well enough at this point to predict what you were up to. To be fair, Damian didn’t really care about your celebrity or fictional crushes. He was used to you being... Well, you.

You laughed awkwardly and nodded, showing him the screen. The video was a montage of Red Hood clips, ranging from news footage to civilian-captured videos of him taking down bad guys with his signature ruthless style. As soon as Damian saw the screen, though, his face immediately dropped—and you weren’t exaggerating when you thought it soured so much, it was like you’d just mentioned his worst enemy.

“Really?” Damian’s tone was sharp, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the screen. “Him? Of all the—” He cut himself off with a frustrated sigh, clearly trying to hold back his irritation.

You raised an eyebrow, a little confused by his reaction. “What’s wrong with Red Hood? He’s amazing” You grinned, scrolling through more clips, shamelessly gushing about how cool and badass Red Hood was.

Damian scoffed and threw himself back onto his bed, arms folded across his chest, a scowl on his face. “He’s reckless. Uncontrolled. And he’s basically a criminal, for God’s sake.”

You shrugged, still not seeing the issue. “He’s just—he’s different. I mean, who else is out there giving Gotham the middle finger and still getting the job done? He’s like... a darker Batman. That’s so cool.”

Damian, clearly bothered by the way you were swooning over his older brother, gritted his teeth. “Robin is cooler. He’s disciplined, strategic. And he doesn’t go around causing chaos like Red Hood.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “Are you… Are you a Robin fanboy or something?” You couldn’t help the teasing tone that slipped into your voice.

Damian flushed, but it was hard to tell if it was out of annoyance or embarrassment. He scoffed, turning away from you. “I’m not a fanboy. I’m just saying Robin is superior. His methods are better. More effective.”

Before you could respond with something snarky, there was a knock on the door. “Dinner time!” Duke’s voice filtered in from the hallway.

You sighed and set your phone aside, standing up. “Guess we can argue about this later.” You shot Damian a playful smile, then made your way down the hallway to the dining room, your heart still racing from your silly teasing.

Downstairs, the atmosphere was warm, and the table was full. Tim, Dick, Jason, and Stephanie were all gathered around, chatting and eating. Damian followed you in, still sulking a little, and sat down, glaring daggers at anyone who looked at him. Very much leaving everyone confused.

It wasn’t long before you casually brought up the subject again. “So, Damian hates Red Hood. Isn’t that weird? I mean, the guy’s a huge badass, and he can’t stand him.”

Duke, who was sitting next to you, raised an eyebrow. “Why does he hate him so much?”

You smirked. “Because he’s jealous,” you teased, leaning into the statement. “He knows I love Red Hood. You know, I think it’s funny that he gets all jealous about it.”

Tim almost choked on his food as he tried not to laugh, his face turning red. Dick just looked at Damian with an amused smile. Even Jason seemed to lean into the whole thing. “I mean, Red Hood is way cooler than Robin anyway,” Jason said with a smirk as if the words were the most natural thing in the world.

Damian’s face turned into a perfect storm cloud, eyes rolling back as he muttered under his breath. “Ridiculous.”

“Hey,” Jason said, leaning forward. “I’m just saying, Red Hood’s got the whole ‘gritty anti-hero’ vibe going on. The whole ‘I don’t follow rules, I make my own’ thing? Much cooler than Robin’s boy scout routine.”

Damian let out a loud exhale, slouching in his chair as if the conversation was physically exhausting him. “You’re all insufferable.”

Dinner carried on, but the teasing didn’t stop. It was all in good fun, and it made the meal more entertaining for everyone else—except, of course, Damian, who barely touched his food. You were pretty sure he was planning out a murder plan for everyone there.

-

A few weeks later, things hadn’t changed much. You were on your way to school with Damian, and Alfred behind the wheel of the car, driving through the streets of Gotham. Damian had been going off for what felt like hours about how "unusual" you were for being so obsessed with Red Hood.

“Do you even know how many teens have crushes on Robin?” he asked, voice dripping with frustration as he stared out the window. “Why can’t you be normal and like him?”

You turned to him with an innocent look. “I mean, I do think Robin’s cool, but Red Hood? Way more interesting. You know, with the whole redemption arc and the fact that he’s just—” You shrugged. “I dunno, cooler?”

Damian looked like he was about to say something, but Alfred chuckled softly from the front. “Master Damian, I don’t believe normal is quite in your vocabulary, is it?” His voice was playful, though he clearly wasn’t trying to get involved in the sibling squabble.

Damian shot a glare at Alfred, but the older man just smiled and mindfully kept his eyes on the road.

You couldn’t resist the urge to tease him a little more. “Besides, I’m way more into Red Hood than Robin. I’d never choose between you and Red Hood, though. I mean, we both know who I’d choose.” You gave Damian a nudge, knowing it would get under his skin.

-

Later that afternoon, you found yourself back at Wayne Manor, idly chatting with Duke while Damian was nowhere to be found. You made your way up the stairs and just as you stepped into his room, the door slammed closed with Damian standing in front of you, wearing Robins's signature hood and mask.

You blinked, a little confused. “Uh... what’s going on?”

Damian froze, caught off guard for a split second before the mask came off, revealing the smirk on his face. “Surprised?”

It only took you a moment before the realization hit you like a freight train. “Wait... are you—” You gestured at his outfit, the familiarity of it dawning on you.

Damian’s eyes narrowed, but you interrupted him with a smile. “Robin?”

Damian’s face twisted into a slightly amused but still annoyed expression. “Obviously.”

You were silent for a moment, your brain catching up. “So... Robin is you?”

Damian just stared at you, his expression unreadable for a split second before he sighed. “Yes. But don’t get too excited. I'm the coolest, I know.”

You blinked and smirked. “Well, well. I still like Red Hood better, though.”

Damian groaned in frustration, but you added quickly, “But I like you more than him.”

Damian seemed flustered for just a moment before he huffed. “You’re impossible.”

And, despite all the teasing and arguments, you couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe Damian had a bit more in common with Red Hood than he was willing to admit after all.

-

Word spread quickly about Damian’s jealousy pushing him to reveal his secret identity to you, and before long, he became the target of relentless teasing. Even Bruce couldn't help but give him a few scolds for being so reckless.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Bound by Love

Pairing: Simon Riley x reader x Johnny Mactavish

AU:Alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Beta!Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Omega!Reader (Dove)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Alpha, Beta, Omega), established relationship, domestic fluff, birthday surprise

Author’s Note: This is a continuation of Bound by Instinct, diving into what their relationship looks like now that they’re together. It still has alternative POV’s and words in bold. There are mentions of Simon being sent off on a mission while Johnny and Dove (you) stay home. If any of this is uncomfortable for you do not read.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

Johnny

Johnny never thought love would feel like this.

Like warmth.

Like safety.

Like belonging.

And yet, here he was—wrapped up in it, drowning in it, breathing it in with every inhale of your scent and Simon’s.

Mornings used to be nothing more than routine, but now?

Now, they were soft, easy, filled with the quiet rustling of sheets as you curled deeper into his side, your breath warm against his skin.

And Simon—always the last to fully wake when he was home sad with you both—would sigh, his heavy arm tightening around you both, keeping you close, always needing to feel you both there.

Johnny lived for these moments. The ones where the world was quiet, where all that mattered was here, in this bed, in this home you built together.

So, when Simon’s birthday rolled around, Johnny knew he wanted to make it special.

Simon wasn’t the type to expect anything—wasn’t even the type to acknowledge his own birthday.

But you and Johnny?

You weren’t going to let the day pass without showing Simon just how much he meant to you both.

---

You

You caught Johnny sitting at the kitchen table, scribbling furiously in a notebook, his brows knitted together in deep focus.

You smiled, stepping up behind him and slipping your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chin against his warm skin.

“You writing me love letters, MacTavish?” you teased.

Johnny snorted, though his scent spiked with amusement. “Aye, something like that.”

You peeked over his shoulder, your fingers trailing up into his hair as you glanced at the page.

Ideas for Simon’s birthday was written at the top.

Your heart swelled.

Johnny sighed, tapping the paper. “I was thinking we do a proper dinner,” he murmured. “Something special. Just us three.”

You hummed, nuzzling into him. “Tell me more.”

“Good food, nice whiskey… maybe even a cake, though I dunno if Simon has much of a sweet tooth.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. “He doesn’t. But if we make it for him, he’ll eat it.”

Johnny grinned, tilting his head to nuzzle against you. “That’s what I was thinking.”

You carded your fingers through his hair, loving the way he leaned into your touch. “I love this idea. He deserves something nice.”

Johnny exhaled softly, his hand sliding up to rest over yours.

“Aye,” he murmured, voice full of tenderness. “He does.”

---

Simon

Simon wasn’t used to surprises.

Didn’t usually like them.

But when he stepped through the front door that night, the scent hit him first.

Home.

Warm, spiced vanilla from Johnny. Soft lavender and honey from you.

His instincts settled.

Before he could fully process it, Johnny appeared in the doorway, a shit-eating grin stretching across his face.

“Happy birthday, big guy.”

Simon blinked. “What?”

Then you were there, slipping around Johnny, eyes shining, a soft smile playing at your lips as you reached for him.

“We made dinner,” you murmured, fingers curling around his wrist. “For you.”

Something in Simon’s chest tightened.

For him.

No one had ever—

Johnny stepped closer, pressing a firm hand against the back of Simon’s neck. His touch was grounding, steadying.

“Relax, mate,” Johnny murmured. “Let us take care of you tonight.”

Simon swallowed hard, his throat thick.

He let Johnny guide him further inside.

Let you press a kiss to his jaw.

Let himself feel the quiet ache of being wanted.

Of being yours.

And for the first time in a long time, Simon let himself enjoy it.

Because if there was one thing he knew for certain, it was this—

You and Johnny had already decided.

He was home.

And he always would be.

---

Later That Night

Simon sat at the table, watching as you and Johnny moved around the kitchen, completely at ease.

Johnny was plating the food, tossing a cocky grin over his shoulder. “Y’know, I think I make a pretty good househusband.”

You laughed, setting a glass of whiskey in front of Simon. “Oh? And what does that make me?”

Johnny wiggled his brows. “A goddess.”

“An angel,” Simon muttered a tiny but proud smile on his face.

Simon huffed a quiet laugh afterwards, shaking his head.

But he saw the way your cheeks flushed.

You rolled your eyes, but your scent spiked with warmth.

Johnny set a plate in front of Simon before dropping into the seat next to him, pressing his thigh against Simon’s.

You settled in across from them, your gaze soft, affectionate, full of love.

Simon exhaled, the tension in his chest loosening.

This was his.

His Dove. His Omega.

His Flirt. His Beta.

His family.

He reached out, resting his hand over Johnny’s before extending it to you, brushing his fingers along your wrist.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Johnny squeezed his fingers.

You smiled, eyes shining.

Simon let himself breathe.

Let himself belong.

---

A Few Weeks Later – Johnny & Your POV

Simon was deployed on a short mission.

Nothing too dangerous.

Nothing too far.

But the house felt emptier without him.

You sat curled up on the couch, Johnny stretched out beside you, his head resting in your lap.

Your fingers carded through his hair, nails scratching gently along his scalp.

Johnny sighed, melting into your touch. But even as he relaxed, his scent held a familiar note of longing.

“He’ll be home soon,” you murmured.

Johnny turned his head, pressing a kiss to your wrist. “Aye. Just feels different without him.”

You traced your fingers along his jaw. “We should do something special when he gets back.”

Johnny grinned, eyes brightening.

“Aye,” he agreed. “I think he’d like that.”

Because Simon never asked for much.

But you and Johnny knew exactly what he needed.

And you’d always make sure he had it.

---

A Few Weeks Later – Simon’s POV

Simon stepped through the door, exhausted.

And then he smelled it.

Home.

His chest ached.

Then— arms wrapped around his waist.

Johnny. Solid, warm, grounding.

And then you, pressing against his side, your breath shaky as you buried your face in his neck.

Simon exhaled, letting his head drop against Johnny’s, his arm pulling you closer.

No words.

Just this.

Johnny kissed his jaw, whispering, “Welcome home, big guy.”

You pressed a soft kiss behind his ear. “We missed you.”

Simon’s fingers tightened around you both, voice low, rough, full of everything he couldn’t say.

“I missed you too.”

And for the first time in his life, Simon Riley knew

He was loved. He finally knew what everyone else always said they feel to be in love. To be with a pack that is full of love and is willing to share it with him.

In that moment, he knew he would never be alone again.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[short-honey-badger]

Hello!

This is the first time ever that I ask for a writing to a headcanon and it’s exciting. :) I have been eating up your Shamrock/Shanks writings, love them!

There is this idea living in my head that the female reader

a) falls very ill

b) gets poisoned by rivals of the Figarland family

And is then discovered by Shamrock who comes looking for us, wondering why we don’t react to him calling our name.

In both scenarios mentioned, the reader is then lying in bed and very weak, suffering and slipping in and out of consciousness.

Meanwhile, Shamrock deals with guilt, fear and shock about this even happening right under his nose

Shanks of course would be there too, angry with his brother for not looking out enough for Reader

I know this is very angsty (think about that scene from Gone with the Wind where Scarlett fell down the stairs and was ill) and I am not sure if you said anywhere that this isn’t something you would like to write about.

Still, I would love to see what you make of this little snippet. :) Your Shamrock characterization is great 👍

Okay anon. This was probably one of my favorite ones I've done so far so thank you dearly for the wonderful prompt. I hope I have done it justice! ❤️❤️

Watch me Wither

Pairings! Shanks x Female Reader x Figarland Shamrock

Warnings! Not many? Angsty sick fic

Shamrock Masterlist-> HERE

Shamrock stands vigil over your still form, lips set in a harsh frown. It's been three days, and still your condition has yet to improve. Guilt eats at him, knowing that if he had listened to his brother for once that this wouldn't have happened. That you, their most precious person, would not be lying here still as a corpse. How could he let this happen when he had sworn to you that you would be safe here with him?

When you don't come to his office to share lunch with the leader of the Holy Knights, Shamrock knows that there is something going on. He stands from his desk and leaves his office, booted feet slapping against the stone of his home as he navigates the halls to the room he had set you up in a month ago.

Shanks had argued against you staying in Marie Geoise with Shamrock, seemingly convinced that you would be happier, safer with him and his crew. Shamrock had scoffed and rolled his eyes at his younger twin, lips pursed and arms crossed.

“She will be perfectly fine here with me, safe where no bloody pirates can steal her away when you aren't paying attention.”

Shanks had rolled his eyes but backed down, face set in a scowl as he turned on his heel to go tell you goodbye.

Shamrock knocks on your door, knowing that you value your privacy, but when you didn't answer after several moments, the holy knight turned the handle and strode inside. He stalks forward, scowl on his face as he comes to a stop beside your bed. He can see the lump you make under the blankets and calls your name, but still, there is no response from you. He rolls his eyes and reaches out, pulling the quilt down and freezing when he sees the yellow pallor of your face, your hair weighed down by sweat.

His heart siezed in his chest, eyes going wide as he reached out, on ehand wrapping around your shoulder and shaking you gently, “Darling, my love, please, wake up.”

A wretched groan left your mouth, eyes cracking open just enough that he could see the way your pupils had shrunk, tiny pinpoints surrounded by the dull color of your iris and bloodshot white sclera.

He had jumped into action when you fell back into unconsciousness seconds later, eyes drooping and body going lax in his hold. Shamrock had scooped you up and ran like he had never before, heedless of puting up a front in front of the servants and other members of his household until he made it to the room that their personal healer stayed. He’d woken Jurgan, demanding that the old man examine you, and what he found had made dreaded guilt well up inside the holy knight.

Someone, either an enemy of the Figarland household or one of their enemies, had poisoned you.

Now Shamrock could do nothing but regret his choice in keeping you here. He had called Shanks on the second day that you were admitted into the medical ward, and had sat still and silent as his twin lay into him, furious at Shamrock for allowing this to happen right under his nose. He deserved the dressing down, and it only added to his guilt and fear that because of him, they would never see that shy little grin that was only meant for them, ever again.

Shanks had told him that he would be back as quickly as he could, wanting to be there for his twin and for you if you ever happened to wake for longer periods of time. Shamrock had just quietly agreed, not feeling the need to argue against his younger brother, not when you were in such a delicate position.

You would wake long enough each day that Shamrock for drip water into your mouth, his eyes intent as he watched you slowly consume the liquid before you would drop back off, still too weak to do much but slowly recover. Jurgan had purged your system with a concoction of drugs, but even then, the doctor had informed him that it may not be enough for you to pull through. Only time would tell.

Shamrock didn’t know what he would do if you didn’t make it. You had become an extension of his life, a need that he would happily let consume him if only to receive your soft hands and sweet attitude that you rewarded him and Shanks with. Raging guilt eats at him, knowing that he failed you, that the promise he had made you and Shanks has been broken by being too prideful, too sure in the knowledge that you would be safe in his home.

A low groan gains his attention, and Shamrock cuts his eyes down at you, loping forward to grasp your hand in his own when he sees your hand twitch in his direction. You grip his fingers weakly, and the holy knight kneels by your side, burgundy eyes soft as he reaches out with his other hand to gently card his fingers through your hair. You look pitiful, but it gives him hope that you are beginning to feel better when you crack your eyes open to meet his own.

“Sham?”

Your voice is scratchy with disuse, but Shamrock is just happy to hear your voice. He squeezes your fingers, the hand in your hair smoothing down to cup your cheek, “I’m here, darling.”

Shamrock doesn’t know what to do or how he could make you feel better other than just by being at your side. His father had huffed and sneered, telling his older son that he needed to get over this, and get back to his duties, but the redhead found that he was always pulled back to your side, unable to be away from you for too long.

“Red?” You rasp quietly and frown when Shamrock shakes his head.

“Shanks is on his way, my love,” he murmurs, and the knowledge that the other twin was on the way seems to settle you, face smoothing out into something peaceful. He watches you for a while longer until your hand goes slack and you seem to slip back to sleep. Shamrock sighs and carefully disentangles his hand from yours and stands. He knows that you are unlikely to wake again in the next couple of hours, so as much as it pains him to leave your side, Shamrock does. He must before his father comes to collect him.

The next several days passed the same way, Shamrock would come and stay by your side, the guilt inside him eating away at him as he stared at your pale form resting under warm blankets. He would hold your hand, a silent sentinel. He seethed and raged inside his mind, furious that he was no closer to finding out the culprit behind your poisoning. He watched you wither further every day, and it killed him on the inside little by little.

Shanks arrived on the seventh day, running through the halls of a home he held no fond memories of. He ignored the sneers that were directed at him, not caring that the household thought of him as lesser just because he refused to bow to their whims. He found his twin sitting beside you in the medical ward, the other redhead looking worse than Shanks has ever seen his older brother.

“How is she?” He asks as he shuts the door behind him. He comes and stands at his twin's side, eyes wide as he stares down at you. He wanted to touch, to feel you, to make sure that you were still holding on, but he was terrified of making your condition worse.

“Better,” Shamrock murmured, voice rough from disuse. He watched his younger brother, seeing the look of fear etched on the face that looked so much like his own, and felt that same remorse well up. He drops his eyes quickly, averting them back to where you lay, “Jurgan says that she will recover, but the poison did a number on her internal organs. She will never be as strong as she once was.”

Shanks grits his teeth, his anger at his brother coming back with a vengeance. He doesn't bother looking at the other man, but his voice is tense and full of displeasure, “I told you that she wouldn't be safe here. You should have known better than to keep the one weakness you have so close. Her staying here was doomed from the start, Sham.”

Shamrock grits his teeth, shoulders hunching. He knows that Shanks is right, having already berated himself mentally more than his brother ever could.

“So you've already said last time we spoke,” He murmurs, and thankfully, Shanks doesn't say anything else about his failings. The two sit in silence, both content to watch your chest move up and down in your sleep. It isn't until there is a catch in your breath that they snap to attention.

Your brow furrows, and soft sound leaves you. You shift on the bed, arm snaking out from under the blankets, and Shanks stands, beating his brother to grasp your hand in his own. Your eyes crack open a moment later, blurry but more focused now than you seem to have been in days. You turn your head, lips pulling up in a tiny smile when you see both of your boys sitting beside you. You squeeze the hand you hold, voice scratching and throat sore.

“Shanks, you're here.”

The redhead smiles sadly, squeezing your hand back tightly, “Yeah, baby. I'm right here. How are you feeling?”

You shift with a wince to lay on your side, sliding your other hand out and reaching for the older twin. Shamrock easily slides his hand into yours, eyes soft as he stares at you.

“Better now that you're both here,” you say quietly and give them both a meager smile. You can tell, even in your pained and muddled state, that there is more than the usual tension between the two brothers. You sigh softly and squeeze Shanks’ hand again to gain his attention.

“Don't be mad, Red. This is my own fault. I should have been more careful.”

Both men widen their eyes, confused and about to argue that they are the ones who are supposed to take care of you, but you plow on before they can get a word out, “You can't be by my side every waking hour, loves. I knew this place would be dangerous even when I agreed to stay here. I got too comfortable, and that cost me.”

“But-”

You cut the holy knight off, “But nothing, Sham. You have duties, and Shanks, you have a crew to take care of. I don't want the two of you beating yourselves up or each other up.”

They watch you swallow harshly, lips moving into a weary smile full of sadness both men dearly wished they could wipe away.

“I heard what you said, Shamrock, and if it's as bad as you say it is, then I'm going to need you. Both of you.”

Shanks nods immediately, crouching down so that he can be at eye level with you. He leans forward, lips kissing your brow before he pulls back to give you a smile, “We'll be here, baby.”

Shamrock clutches your hand, still feeling that raging guilt that threatens to suffocate him, but he shoves it down for now. You were right. They would need to be there. He leans in and kisses your knuckles where they wrap around his hand, voice a soft promise, “Always, my love. We have you.”

You give them both a small smile, exhaustion suddenly eating away at you, and you squeeze their hands again, grip going slack as moments later, “I know.”

You are asleep seconds later, but neither man has any plans of going anywhere, not when you would need them when you woke up next. You had a long road of recovery ahead, but you would get there with them at your side.

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[fanfics-i-find-here]

Do I Know You? Part 11

Synopsis: Jason continues to stick around and take care of you.

Notes: I am so happy you guys liked the last chapter. She was my baby while I was sick. Moving forward, we are going to keep going with the comfort because it's just nice. Jason is very touchy in this chapter. I mentioned somewhere about Jason’s love languages and this chapter is covered in them. He is out here taking care of Reader the way he would want to be cared for (even if he won't admit it out loud). Enjoy!!

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You spent the night tossing and turning, drifting between the realm of asleep and awake. Aside from a warm hand luring you back into the dream world, you don't remember much. When you do wake finally, it’s raining. You can hear it pattering against the window of your room, the cold of it seeping in where it can. Your hand reaches for the warmth you had felt through the night to find it gone. You open your eyes to find yourself alone. An achy loneliness claws at your throat for a moment until you hear a clattering followed by a muffled curse. There’s silence for a moment before movement continues.

You turn to look at your alarm, quickly reminded of the pains from the night before. 11:48. You don’t know what time you made it home or what time you actually fell asleep. You still feel exhausted, but you don’t know if you could drift off. You take your time sitting up in bed, staring at the covers as you push down a wave of nausea. You slide out of bed, movements slowed by short waves of dizziness. You’re cold the moment your feet touch the ground. You grab a zip-up sweater and some fuzzy socks. You slide the sweater over your shoulders gingerly and take your time to pull your socks as you listen to shuffling from the kitchen.

You move quietly out of the bedroom and toe your way down the hall, peaking around the corner to see the kitchen. Jason stands in front of your stove. The smell of bacon invades your senses, and your earlier nausea tries to show itself. You watch him as you quietly pull a stool from under the island and sit down. He moves easily through your kitchen and before you fully settle in your seat, he has a glass of water and a couple of pain pills in front of you. You glance at the items and then up at him. He cracks a fond smile at you and a tender gnawing feeling starts in your chest.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks. His voice just slightly gravellier than normal. You had only heard his voice like that once before when he took you to watch the sunrise on the bay. The memory warms you.

“I’m okay,” you say quietly tugging at the sleeves of your sweater where your arms rest on the counter. He catches your movement and leans across the island, grabbing your hands and pulling them slightly forward. He pushes your sleeves down. Twisting your hands this way and that, he examines the bruising with a disapproving frown.

“It’s okay if you’re not; you went through something traumatic,” He gives your hand a rub with is thumb before he sets your hands back on the counter and turns back to the stove, “I was worried, you were seriously out of it last night.”

Your mind flashes through everything from the moment you made it to your apartment. You feel warmth creep up your neck and you bury your face in your hands. God, he had practically seen you naked. Talk about skipping a few steps in a relationship. Over your embarrassment, you feel a flood of gratitude because, despite the vulnerable position you had been in, Jason never took advantage of you. You hear a clink as something is set down in front of you. You peek through your fingers to see a plate loaded with bacon, scrambled eggs, and fried potatoes. Your nausea flares again.

“I’m not hungry.” You say, swallowing around nothing.

“You feel sick?” he asks. You nod and he’s quick to respond.

“It’s because you’re starving. I know you didn’t eat lunch or dinner yesterday because you were working all day and you definitely haven’t had anything today.” He states. You drop your hands to squint at him suspiciously.

“How do you know I was working all day yesterday?”

“I called Jackie’s,” you open your mouth to complain but he keeps talking, “There was no way you were going to go to work today. You have a concussion. You need rest no heavy lifting and plenty of good food.” He nudges the plate closer to you.

“Oh, yes, bacon. The most healing food out there.” You pick up a piece and bite into it. Despite the nausea, it tastes amazing. You finish the piece and your nausea ebbs away. You glare at Jason for being right. He just smiles and turns to make himself a plate. One slice of bacon in your stomach and you take the pain meds he had gotten for you. As you’re gnawing on a potato, you notice that the TV is on, volume so low you hadn’t noticed it at first. It’s the news, something about a car chase earlier that morning. You take your plate and cup of water and settle on the couch, crisscross. You had thought Jason was going to join you, but you hear the sound of the kitchen faucet running.

“You don’t have to wash my dishes. I can do it.” You call out. You hear a scoff before he responds.

“I made the mess; I’ll clean it up.” He says. You sigh because you know that there were more dirty dishes in the sink than the ones that he used but you don’t have the energy to argue. You continue eating, zoning out on the TV. Jason sits next to you, your knee pressing to his thigh, when the news changes. The anchor woman’s sharp voice evoked urgency.

“Breaking News. This just in. The Penguin has been arrested on accounts of multiple homicides and involvement in a human trafficking ring run through his club The Iceberg Lounge. Late last night at a known body dumping sight just north of Aparo Park, The Red Hood was seen pulling a young woman from a warehouse just minutes after Penguin had left the scene. The GCPD knew about the dumping site but had no evidence connecting it to him until now. At the warehouse, Police found the body of Ted Jackson. Jackson has been wanted by police for months on accounts of sexual assault and homicide. His body was brutally mutilated and the woman’s official statement states that Red Hood was responsible. For those not aware, Red Hood has been playing by Batman’s rules of no killing for the last four years. Is this sudden change in ethics a bad sign for Gotham? Or has The Batman lost his hold on this vigilante? We’ll see what our commentators think after the break.”

You set your plate on the coffee table, appetite gone. You tip your head back against the couch and slouch with a sigh, eyes closing. You rub your hands against your face in frustration. You wish you could just forget last night but you can feel it, just hovering at the edge of your mind, ready to pounce if you were to relax even a little bit.

“You okay?” Jason asks again. You peek one eye at him from the cracks in your fingers.

“You going to keep asking me that?”

“Only until you give me an honest answer.” He gives you a knowing look and you drop your hands.

“I’m not but it won’t change anything. I’ll get over it.” He snorts at your comment, and you glare at him.

“We can make you a Gothamite yet.” He grins at you.

“Shut up,” You try to smack at his arm, but he catches your hand. He holds your hand softly and gently rubs over the scraps on your knuckles and fingers. They tingle but don’t hurt. Your mind slips for a moment to how you got them, knife in hand, dragged by the ankle.

No. You snap yourself out of it and pull your hand from his. You meanly press your hands together in your lap. You keep your chin tucked watching the way your fingers squish together. You can feel Jason staring a hole into your cheek but you ignore it. A strange awkward silence creeps into the space. You hadn’t known awkward silence with Jason, ever.

“So, Red Hood? Good thing he showed when he did, huh?” He finally says. There’s a weird forced nonchalant to the question and you wonder if maybe he’s a fan.

“No, that asshole,” you mumble under your breath. You feel a sudden unbridled anger towards that man that had been coming in through your window. It was his fault you got kidnapped and then he showed up just to ditch you outside. He didn’t even do anything!

Jason must have heard your words and tone as he lets out a shocked, “What?”

You shake your head because you had to explain how you’re feeling to Jason, you would have to explain a bunch of other stuff too. Mostly you didn’t want to tell Jason that it was you who had killed Ted Jackson, not Red Hood. You didn’t want Jason to look at you any differently than he usually does.

“It’s nothing. He’s a great guy, did his job and all that.” You say with a less than enthused tone. You can see in Jason’s eyes that he wants to question you on the matter but instead, you get a different question.

“Wanna watch a movie? Keep your mind off of everything?” you eye him like he might jump you with a different question. His brows raise, still waiting for an answer.

You finally answer, nodding, “Yeah, okay.” You drag your blanket from the other side of the couch and pull it into your lap. “Nothing action-y or gore please.”

Once you have the blanket settled, you glance at him to find him gleaming at you.

“What? What do you watch?”

“Pride and Prejudice?”

Your face crinkles and you respond, “Do you have no other personality? Just Jason, Pride and Prejudice fan.” He chuckles at your comment.

“Unless there’s something else you want to watch.”  You don’t have anything else in mind, so you concede with a head shake. He offers you the remote. You stare at it.

“Just look it up,” you tell him, still shuffling your blanket. He stares you down like he’s about to tell you something devasting.

“I’m going to be honest,” his tone serious, “I had a really hard time just finding the news this morning.” You laugh quietly into your hand.

“Don’t worry. I honestly didn’t even know I had the news.” You steal the remote from his hand and do a quick search through your streaming services. As the movie starts you snuggle back into your blanket, propping your feet on the coffee table. You lean over just slightly your shoulder pressing to his. He tenses for a moment and then relaxes again.

“I think it’s really funny that you suck with technology.” You whisper.

“I don’t suck at it. It just doesn’t make sense sometimes.” He whispers back to you like you’re in an actual movie theatre. You giggle into your blanket but quiet up, focusing on the movie. You don’t pull away from your touching shoulders and neither does he.

Jason does the opposite. He copies your slouch against the couch and props his feet on the table next to yours. The slouching pushes his shoulder tighter to yours and you just settle your head against his shoulder. Body relaxed against the heat of him again, you fade in and out of sleep. Moments of dancing, arguments in a drizzle of rain, and a warm body keep the cold dark corners of your mind at bay.

When you wake, you find yourself on your side, lying across the rest of the couch. Your legs had somehow ended up in Jason’s lap. You turn your head slightly just to watch him. His eyes focus on the TV as his hand moves up and down your calf, absentmindedly massaging the muscle before squeezing at your ankles, feet, and toes through your socks before repeating the process over. You take the time to just stare at him.

His black hair curls at the tips and you wonder if he styles it. You quickly brush the notion off because you can’t picture him doing that. He must have curly hair then. You follow the line of his face and smile at the intense stare he has on the TV. You pause at the scar on his cheek. Your old mental jar does rattle, although it’s not as loud as it usually is. Red Hood left you, Jason hadn’t. you still focus on the scar and your mind drifts to your conversation with the penguin.

“Do you have a job?” you ask suddenly. Jason glances at you out of the corner of his eye. The corner of his lip twitches up.

“Tired of me already?” he says as he gives your calf another squeeze before rubbing up and down.

“That’s not-” you pause for a second and close your eyes trying to collect your thoughts, “We’ve just never talked about it. Obviously, you know where I work. I don’t know where you work.” You don’t want to admit that Penguin, of all people, was making you question whether or not he was a criminal.

“I work in security.” He says easily.

“That’s beautifully vague.”

He chuckles at your comment, “A security subcontractor. I can make my schedule and only take on jobs I want.”

“Oh, like a mercenary,” you feel him tense at the word, “but you protect people instead of killing them.”

He shifts uncomfortably where he sits and you wonder if it’s you, so you try to pull your feet from his lap. His hand tightens around your ankle, keeping you there. You don’t think he realizes it.

“Yea, something like that.” He nods finally. “You should get a new door lock.” You want to roll your eyes.

“I can’t. This apartment is a rental.”

“You already changed your window locks and installed a shitty alarm system.” You snort.

“I didn’t-” you stop yourself, once again not wanting to tell Jason about Red Hood. “If you want to change my locks you can take it up with my landlord.” You offer instead of arguing.

He seems content with the offer, returning his gaze back to the TV with an “I will.”

Once the movie ends you stand to stretch, a slight twinge still in your back. You use the restroom and when you come back there’s a glass of water where your plate was, and Jason is wiping down the island with a rag.

“Will you stop cleaning my apartment?” you ask. He does a final wipe-down and shakes the rag over the trash.

“I’m stopping.” He rounds the island to stand in front of you. His hands find your arms, moving up a down slowly. “How you feeling?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m not answering that.” Hands move down your arms to hold your hands and pull them up to his eyes. The sleeves of your sweater slide down enough for him to look at the bruises on your wrist again. You want to pull your hands away and brush off his staring, but you like the way his hands feel holding yours. Rough and warm. You’d let him hold you for hours if that’s what he wanted.

“We should get you some bruise cream. They still hurt?” he says finally.

“Only a little. What do you mean bruise cream? I thought you just waited out bruises.” He stops staring at your wrists to look at you. Your hands hang loosely between you two, but he doesn’t let go.

“You could but my grandfather used to use this stuff on me when I was younger, the bruise wouldn’t disappear, but it did make it hurt less. One of those natural remedies sort of thing.” It was rare that Jason talked about his family and rarer with a tone of fondness. He has the same happy look that he did when he told you about the best cookies in the world. You wonder if the same man is responsible for those.

“Okay, do you make it?” You don’t think you have any ingredients for magic bruise cream, but he shakes his head.

“We can buy it; I think you need some groceries too.” He squeezes your hands and lets go, “I made a list.” You blink at him.

“You made a list?” you ask incredulously.

“Yea, you want to come with me, or do you want to stay?” The easy way he’s managing your apartment and getting ready to go grocery shopping for you throws you for a loop but you're even more caught off guard by his question. You don’t really want to leave your apartment just yet. The thought of what could be lurking in the shadows outside is enough to make you sick. You don’t want Jason to leave either. You know he would come back but you don’t think you’re ready to be alone yet. He must see your worried mental debate.

“No rush on the decision. We can watch another movie while you think on it.” You shake your head at his offer.

“Why don’t we just have it delivered?” you feel selfish asking. You’re sure he wants to go out but if he’ll let you keep him longer, you want him to stay. He gives you a confused look.

“It's not pizza. It's groceries.” You laugh at the surety of the statement. Your unknown scrunched shoulders relax. You’re once again reminded of how out of the loop with technology Jason seems to be.

“Everything can be delivered now, especially in the city. I just need my…” you trail off. Your phone. You don’t remember the last time you saw it. Definitely not today. Last night before you taken? You pat at your bum like it’ll be in the back pockets that don’t exist on your PJs.

“Phone?” You finally finish your sentence. A look of recognition crosses Jason’s face. He walks over to your dining room table where there’s a pile of papers you hadn’t noticed before along with your phone on top of it.

“The commissioner stopped by to drop it off this morning. They found it in the warehouse last night. He also dropped off some extra information if you need it, help lines stuff like that.” You were shocked that the commissioner would offer resources for help but you guess Gotham has enough crazies as is. Your shock changes to confusion.

“My phone was in a different place than my purse?” Jason's brows furrow.

“What?”

“Last night, you had my keys. You said that they had found them in the warehouse and gave them to you. But if they found my phone in the warehouse it would’ve been somewhere else since they didn’t give you my phone last night.” Jason presses his lips together and nods along as you speak.

“Sound thought process to me.” He hands you your phone. You get the strange feeling that Jason is hiding something from you but there’s nothing in the conversation to hide so push down the thought. You settle on the couch and show him how to order groceries online. An hour later and halfway through The Notebook, your groceries are delivered. You try to help Jason bring them in but he shoos you off. Then you try to help put them and he shuffles you to one of the stools at the island. You watch him put away the groceries easily. You get the feeling he had a lot of time this morning while you were sleeping, enough to make a grocery list and know where everything in the kitchen went. You don’t feel uncomfortable with the idea like you thought you would. Jason wasn’t a strange man rummaging through your apartment. He was your friend (or something more? You seriously needed to talk about that) and he was looking into your world and taking care of it and you.

Groceries put away he comes to stand next to you. He easily pulls your stool out more and turns your seat. Your heart jumps at the display of strength but you ignore it. He has a small jar in hand and you can only assume it’s the bruise cream he was talking about. He opens it, sets it on the counter, and pulls one of your hands from your lap. His ever-gentle touches are back, pushing your sleeve up to your elbow. He dips his finger into the cream and swipes it onto the bruise. You gnaw at your inner cheek, periodically glancing between his face and his hands. His eyes focused like he was worried he could hurt you by accident at any given moment. You focus on his hands as his fingers rub the cream until the white becomes clear. He takes your other hand and repeats the process, Warm, sturdy, and tender hands caress your skin and your heart aches just a little with that gnawing emotion you don’t think too hard about.

His thumb rubs at your knuckles for a moment and his other hand dips back into the jar. Cold cream is dabbed into the bridge of your nose, startling you enough to tip backward, nearly falling off of the stool. Jason moves quicker than you anticipated. His hand wraps around your waist pulling you forward. Your legs spread, accommodating him as he accidentally pulls into your space. Your hand curls into his shirt at his stomach, where you had grabbed in momentary falling panic. You stare up at him with wide eyes.

“Careful,” he murmurs, “your nose is bruised.” He adds in explanation. His hold on your waist loosens but doesn’t remove his hand entirely as he goes back to rubbing at your nose. You stare into his blue-green eyes as he rubs, relaxing in his hold. A surge of gratitude overtakes you again. It had been a long time since someone had taken care of you and you’re not sure if it was with a tenderness like this.

“Jason?” you say his name quietly. He hums in response, fingers no longer rubbing along your nose but moving to hold your face. You want to say how thankful you are for him and happy that he’s in your life. The words choke in your throat. He’s watching you again, the way he always does. You think you know what it means now but you’re not emotionally ready for that conversation.

“Will you stay the night again?” you finally get out, “Please.”

He nods, “Course.” His hand slides from your face to hold at the back of your neck. Your hands slide from his front to around his waist in a hug as you press your face to his chest, hoping it conveys what you’re feeling. You’ll have to have a conversation, eventually, but not today. Today, you’re content with Jason holding you.

Additional Note: This is Jason domesticating himself. I picture Jason as a watch-and-learn type of person and he’s been watching her as Red Hood how she keeps her apartment clean to her standards for a while. He’s going to use that knowledge. This chapter and the next chapter are definitely filler type chapters but its okay, we’ll get somewhere eventually. Drop a comment if you want, I like everybody's thoughts. Thank you for reading

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[cherryblossms]

the whole time the two of them sat at the dining table, eating, garam might have taken his eyes off of angel all of three times to make sure he actually stabbed his fork into the pancake before bringing the piece to his mouth. his actions were so careless that he ended up bringing nothing but the fork to his lips more than once. garam simply watched angel, adoringly. as if the other would disappear if he took his eyes away more than two seconds. before he knew it, angel was taking his dish to the sink and then handed garam his phone. "i'll try calling it." he spoke quietly, taking angel's phone. as he he opened up the contacts, the thought of looking through the other's phone had crossed his mind but he quickly shook that idea away. there was absolutely no reason for him to look through angel's phone, he didn't even think there'd be anything incriminating on it to begin with. garam tried calling his phone twice but couldn't hear it ringing, he knew it wouldn't have died if the call went through unanswered twice. and then it hit him, he remembered turning his phone on silent to avoid hearing the onset of calls, to avoid anybody worsening his day. he didn't recall seeing it anywhere near the front door and it wasn't in his duffle bag so that only left one option: his jeans, of course. he remembered having his phone in the car on the drive back and he knew one hand was holding the takeout container of tacos while the other knocked on the door. his phone had to be in his jeans pocket. he rushed back to angel's bedroom, knowing that's where he took his jeans off, and began searching. upon finding his phone, he was surprised to see that it still had half a battery left of power. he was sure that his ex would have continued to contact him throughout the night, which was why he left his phone on silent. the notifications were still displayed on his lock screen, along with a couple missed calls from his mom. after calling her to let her know that everything was fine, lying by saying he had an early night and silenced his phone so he could sleep, he decided not even to touch the notifications from his ex and their mutual friends. instead, he opened up instagram and began scrolling mindlessly as he crawled up on top of angel's bed, disregarding the mess they'd made earlier of the sheets, to lay on his stomach. even if angel were to be done soon, garam felt an undeniable urge to still be close to him. he couldn't just sit there and wait in the bathroom with him, nor did he feel like sitting on the floor outside of the bathroom. so waiting in the man's room, where he'd have no choice but to go to get dressed, seemed like the best option. garam decided to read through the private messages he'd gotten on instagram, something he didn't do very often since he seemed to get dozens of messages by random people almost daily, his legs bent up at his knees as he kicked his feet back and forth slowly. "we should get some ice cream," he called out. "and some strawberries, and whipped cream." his voice lowered gradually as he continued to list off a few things he wanted. garam gasped after opening one message, being unexpectedly exposed to a dick pick. he was soon laughing as he typed 'my boyfriend is bigger'. "people are so gross," he mumbled.

As the shower's last few droplets echoed in the bathroom, Angel lifted his gaze from his phone. He paused to listen for Garam and a smile crept onto his face as he detected the familiar sound of his footsteps moving around the apartment. Returning his attention to his phone, he absentmindedly scrolled through an app, unaware of Garam's presence as he moved closer. Before he could react, Garam reached out and gently cupped Angel's chin, prompting him to look up. Their eyes met, filled with admiration and unspoken thoughts, before their lips met in a tender kiss. Angel reciprocated Garam's movements, savoring each moment as their kisses deepened into gentle pecks. He couldn't decide which form of affection he enjoyed more. After their shared moment, Angel couldn't help but smile at Garam's considerate gestures. Urging Angel not to wait, which he was going to anyway. It warmed Angel's heart to see Garam's care and thoughtfulness, making him feel grateful to have such a loving presence in his life. As Garam busied himself finding his belongings and getting dressed, Angel took a moment to appreciate the love and excitement Garam brought into his life. Eagerly anticipating their day together, Angel's focus shifted back to his phone as Garam disappeared into the guest room. However, his thoughts kept drifting back to the simple yet impactful kiss they shared, leaving him longing for more. Trying to distract himself, Angel attempted to focus on lighthearted content on his phone. Watching cute animal videos and texting co-workers hoping yo switch shifts. Despite his best efforts, Garam's absence lingered in his mind, along with the thrill of their intimate moment. When Garam reappeared from the guest room, Angel couldn't help but admire him, complimenting his outfit with a genuine smile. “It should be cool out today…you look cute Garam” Offering Garam a seat beside him, “I know you wanted me to eat but I wanted to wait for you…Also I dont remember if you like orange juice so I also poured apple and cranberry juice. Which ever you don’t want I’ll drink” Angel smiled slightly as he shifted in his seat realizing how nervous he felt. Feeling a mix of confidence and nervousness. “I was thinking. Maybe we could hit up a massive chain store. It should have everything we are looking for. When the door bell camera you suggested..”Angel was quiet for a bit after as he ate his breakfast. Only speaking again to discuss the missing phone. “Your phone? Uh, Maybe it’s in the bed? Or in your jeans?” Angel said as he frowning thinking of where it could be. He volunteered to assist by searching the bedroom and offering to call the phone if needed. As Angel finished his meal he placed the dishes in the sink and offered his phone unlocked, “Or you can call it while I’m in the shower. Or use Find My. If you haven’t found it after my shower I’ll help you look okay?” Angel began kissing the side of the man’s head making sure Garam ate some of the food before he began to walk away, “Don’t want to waste too much ore time…Fifteen minutes tops and I’ll be out”

[atimeofyourlife]

Caring for you is my love language

@bucktommyfluffebruary day 1: nonsexual intimacy | rated: g | wc: 711 | ao3 Buck takes care of Tommy after Maddie and Chimney's wedding

Getting Tommy home and taken care of was the priority. They'd had about an hour to celebrate Maddie and Chimney before the nurses came around to kick everyone out, and Buck could feel just how exhausted Tommy was. The fact he even showed up after being on the line battling a fire like that, it meant a lot to him. Now he wanted to just look after Tommy.

Getting him down and into the jeep was easy, his turnouts double bagged in garbage bags Buck had charmed the nurses into giving them. Just so the smell wouldn't get everywhere before Tommy was able to get them back to Harbor for cleaning.

Tommy did try to put up something of a fight when he realized that Buck had brought him back to the loft, rather than making the drive across town to his place, but Buck quickly shut it down.

"You could just drop me home." Tommy said through a yawn as Buck pulled into his parking spot.

"I could have. But we're here now. You can get cleaned up and be asleep much sooner than if we had to drive across town." Buck replied.

"I-. I could wait. You don't need to take care of me."

"I don't need to. But I want to." Buck countered. "And at least if you stay with me, I don't have to worry about you braining yourself in the shower."

"Okay." Tommy agreed, allowing Buck to help him out of the jeep and into the building.

Buck managed to convince Tommy to eat a portion of the soup he kept frozen for when he felt under the weather, or when he'd had a long shift and didn't feel like cooking. It was quick to heat in the microwave, and Buck lightly warmed some bread to go along with it. It was wasn't the best meal he could make, but it was the quickest along with being filling.

Then it was into the shower. Buck shot upstairs to grab some changes of clothes, both shorts and sweatpants, unsure what Tommy would prefer to wear to bed. He hesitated over underwear, unsure what the rules were over sharing underwear when you were dating a man. He'd shared clothes with Eddie a number of times, but underwear was always off limits, they were close friends, but not that close. And he had experience with some of his girlfriends, especially Taylor, stealing his boxers for something comfortable to sleep in. He decided to grab some, leaving it up to Tommy if he wanted to wear them. He came back down to find Tommy dozing at the table.

"Come on, shower time, then bed." Buck gently shook Tommy's shoulder.

Tommy just grumbled in response, burying his head deeper into his arms.

"Hey, your neck and back will hate you in the morning if I let you sleep like that" Buck helped Tommy up and across to the downstairs bathroom. He still couldn't understand why a lofted studio needed two bathrooms, but this was just one of many times he was thankful for it. And he was doubly thankful for the built in bench in the downstairs shower.

He helped Tommy out of his clothes, and pushed him to sit down on the bench, starting the shower on hot, then making quick work of his own clothes. He joined Tommy in the shower, washcloth in hand, and dropped to his knees.

"Baby, I'm too exhausted." Tommy mumbled, looking down at Buck with his eyes almost closed.

Buck huffed a laugh. "Just let me take care of you." He made quick work of washing Tommy, methodically moving up from his feet. By the time he reached Tommy's hair, the other main was slumped against the tile, snoring softly. Buck smiled at the sight, this feeling like one of the most intimate moments he'd ever had with any of his partners, he pressed a kiss to Tommy's forehead, before scrubbing himself down in almost record time.

He hated having to wake Tommy again, but knew from experience nothing good would come from falling asleep in the shower. He helped Tommy get dried and dressed, before taking him upstairs to bed. Settling down next to Tommy, he couldn't help hoping this could be forever.

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(You scared me) RHEA RIPLEY X JEY USO

The Finale

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Jey woke up, the sun shining in his eyes through the curtains. He looked down at Rhea; she was still asleep, her arm was lying on his chest, her hair covered her face, the blanket was down around her hips, her back was covered in the light from the sun, and his arm was trapped under her head.

He reached over to the nightstand on his side, grabbing his phone and taking a picture of her. She was always so beautiful.

He looked around their room, smiling at seeing her title on the ground.

He was so proud of her he wished he could have been there after she won it, but he had his match, so

But just the look on her face after she won made him smile. She spent all of last year trying to get it back, and she finally did it, and he was so happy for her. It did make him miss having gold around his waist, though.

He felt her cold fingertips touch his chin, turning his head to the side, looking at her with a smile. Good morning, Mama.

She brushed the hair out of her face. Good morning, did you sleep okay?

Yeah, I fell asleep not long after you.

Good She leaned forward, giving him a kiss. How do you feel? She placed her chin onto his chest.

I’m done trying to please him. I’m done with all of it. Drew, fuck the bloodline as a whole. I’m done. I can’t be a world champion if I’m tied up in their shit. I have to focus on me.

Good, you should; you deserve it, baby.

He nodded. I do. I don’t think I deserve you, though. He chuckled, running his fingers down her spine.

You may not deserve me, but I’m here, and you're never getting rid of me, she grinned.

Oh, I don’t want to, baby girl.

Mmm, when do we have to get out of here? She asked, rubbing her hand up his chest.

Check out at 11, so…

So we have plenty of time. She said she moved on top of him, revealing her tattooed body as she pulled the blanket back around her shoulders.

Ooh, more than plenty, babygirl. He sat up, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. She giggled against his lips, moving her hair to the side.

A loud knock on the door kicked them out of their little bubble.

He groaned, It's 8 in the fucking morning. Who needs us? He said his bottom lip is poking out.

She laughed at him pouting; he was cute when he pouted. It’s probably just Damian; we usually get breakfast to celebrate our big wins.

Well, we’re celebrating, so tell him to fuck off.

She hit his chest. No, we’re going to breakfast.

I don’t want to eat breakfast; I want something better. Mama, he said, moving his hands up her thighs to her ass, sending a shiver throughout her body.

There was another loud knock on the door.

Well, that’s a shame, because we’re having breakfast, she said, hopping off and grinning over her shoulder as she bent over, grabbing his shirt off the ground.

He stood up with a huff, putting on some basketball shorts before walking over to the door. You're mean, he said before opening it.

Damian stood there leaning against the door frame. Took you long enough.

He sucked his teeth. Fuck you, uce, he said, walking away from the door.

Don’t mind him; he’s just upset because we’re going to breakfast. She poked her head out of the bathroom, but that’s not what he wants.

My bad. I’ll call next time.

Yeah, you should. We aren't going to pick up, but go ahead.

Jey! She yelled for the bathroom.

Alright, sorry, he said, giving Damian a look.

He shook his head. Is it just you guys coming, or are Jimmy and Naomi coming too?

Shit, probably. Let me check, though. He walked over to the bed, almost tripping over the tile still on the ground from last night, grabbing his phone off the nightstand.

Rhea was fixing her hair in the mirror. What do you want? She said feeling Damian watching her

It's been a while since we've done one of these.

I know hopefully we will do one again soon; I need both my boys with gold.

That’s always the goal. He took a step into the room. How does it feel? He asked

Mmm, it feels like things are getting back to normal. Well, are they a new normal? She said going back to the night she first won the championship.

He put his hand on her shoulder. We don’t need them. Rhea

I know just when I look at it, I see them. Everything we built together, I hate them, but she turned back around, picking her hairbrush back up.

Rhea I get it; I hate them too, but I wouldn’t have been champion without them. They can say whatever they want, but we all loved each other. You're allowed to miss them and what we all had together.

She took a minute to think, looking at herself in the mirror. Thank you, she said, walking past him out of the bathroom.

Jim and Naomi said they're coming. I told them I’ll let them know when we’re leaving.

Already I’ll come back in a bit, he said, giving her a side hug.

Alight call this time, uce

Jey! She said, shooting him a look.

Alright, alright, my bad. See you in a minute, uce.

Ok, bye.

Bye, she closed the door behind him before grabbing a pillow off the couch and throwing it at him. Will you stop!

He dodged out of the way, girl! You better stop.

Or what? She with a smirk on her face

Oh! Alright, bet. Bring your ass here, he said, walking around the room divider.

No! I’m sorry! We have things to do, baby.

Nah, fuck that shit; get over here.

She giggled as she turned around, running towards the bathroom, him chasing after her.

Rhea was walking around backstage at TV with Bayley.

Thanks for the help.

No problem, not that you needed it; I just have to get mine.

Oh no, you're good. I get it; just handle it Saturday.

Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m going to do more than just handle it.

And that’s why I’m going to stay on your good side. she said with a chuckle

Well, now that you're here officially, you'll be fine. I got your back.

And I got your, she threw her arm around her. So what's been up with you, Mami? Besides winning your title back

Not much; I bought myself a new pair of boots as a gift to myself, but that’s kind of it. Just been chilling.

That’s good. You deserve a little break.

I had a break against my will. I have had enough breaks; all I want to do is fight.

Well, the rumble is soon, so I would enjoy this time while you have it.

Oh, I will just—I’m excited to get in that ring hearing that champion in front of my name again.

I miss that feeling; it’s like a high.

Yeah, I love it.

So, is there anything new with you and Jey?

Nothing much; I spent the weekend at his house. He really likes my new gold

Oh, I bet so; everyone loves Mami with gold, she said, tapping on the metal around her waist, making her laugh. God, we need to get the girls together again. I miss you guys.

Agreed, it’s been too long; as soon as Jade is back, we’re having a girls day.

Or maybe we should have a little weekend day trip.

Leave on a Friday. Get back on a Monday for TV?

I’ll tell Bianca we’re starting to plan something.

I already love being here.

I love having you here. She opened the door to her locker room. Jey was sitting on the couch on his phone.

Hey, Uce, Good to have you back.

Hey, I’m going to go catch up with you later.

Ok, see you. I’ll call Bianca tonight.

Yes! Love you, she said as she walked away.

Love you too! She chuckled, shutting the door. Hey baby, what are you doing?

Nothing has been chilling in here since I beat Gunther's ass. Is that cool?

Yeah, I don’t care. She sat down next to him, running her thumb over his bottom lip.

You should see the other guy.

I did. I also saw what he said. You good?

Yeah, that shits all true. I know it he isn't going to make me feel bad for helping my brother, though I’m not the one who got worked up because I’m an actual main eventer and he ain't

I also saw you with the title, and it’s going to look even better with your name plates.

That and new are going to feel crazy. Saturday mama I don’t think I’m ready for it, he said with a nervous smile.

You'll never be ready, baby, but you'll figure it out with time. She took his hand in hers. You got this; don’t let anyone tell you different, alright?

Alright, come on, let’s watch the uce match, and then we’ll get some food.

She chuckled. You always want some food.

He took the remote off the table, clicking on the TV just in time to see Damian walk out.

She couldn’t help but notice that Jey's leg was bouncing up and down

Which he only did when he was anxious; maybe Gunther's words got to him more than she thought.

He’s been saying a lot of shit these past two weeks, and all the stuff people were saying online probably didn’t help either.

They were talking about his move set, if he actually deserves this title shot, and if he won, would he be a good champion? That he was better when he was with Jimmy; he’s nothing but a tag team champion, and he will be nothing more.

She tried to tell him that none of that was true, when she was at his place but then he just changed the subject and made her something to eat.Which just told her that it was getting to him.

She sat back in her seat, trying to focus on the match in front of her.

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Jey and Jimmy were sitting in his rental car waiting for the girls.

I still can’t believe it, uce. I mean, how do you pick a fight and then lose? he said, laughing.

He laughed mockingly with him, Fuck you, uce. We aren’t all main eventers now.

Aye, I’m just fucking with you, uce. You're going to get Melo next week, and when I win, I’ll give you a shot.

Well, I hope you're ready to lose, because if we're fighting for that title, I'm beating your ass.

Can't wait to see it because you said the same shit last time, and who won again?

He sucked his teeth. Whatever, are you ready for tomorrow?

As much as I can be, do you think I got this? Rhea keeps saying I do, but she has to, but you don’t, so you think I can do it?

Uce, you only lose the first time because of me; that’s my bad, by the way, and the second time was whatever. You can beat him; he isn’t special. You’ve beaten worse with and without me. He puts his hand on his shoulder. You got this.

You're first in line when I win.

Shit, I better. Who else would it be, Finn’s ass?

That man is going off the deep end. I want no part in that.

I feel you. I’m just trying to stay out of the Wyatts’ way since they are here now.

You better be careful; we've fucked over a lot of people.

He sighed. I know we did a lot of shit for Roman. I did a lot for him, and I’m sorry for that, uce.

I’m not blameless either; we both fucked up, but we’re good now. It’s all love, uce.

The trunk popped open. the girls throwing their suitcase in before shutting it and getting in the backseat Sorry, sorry, we got caught up with Tiffy. Rhea said, rolling her eyes.

So are we going to get some food? I’m hungry. Naomi said as he started the car.

Damn, you aren't tired. Jimmy said, as he buckled his seatbelt.

I can’t go to sleep hungry, babe.

Yeah, let’s get some food, baby. I need something in my stomach, or I feel I might die. Rhea said dramatically, fainting.

He shook his head. Aye, I’m always down to eat; I don’t care.

He caught her eyes in the mirror, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks, taking what he said as something else. He chuckled at her dirty mind while pulling out of the parking lot.

So what are we going to get? Naomi said, leaning forward against the back of Jimmy's seat.

What do you think we should do to get you?

I don’t know why I asked; she laughed, sitting back. So what's the plan from tomorrow?

Uhh, I don’t know.

Aye, I know what we're doing after, though, you see.

It’s going to be just as bad when I win the IC.

I know you all were lit.

As fuck, it’s crazy. I remember that shit too, uce.

I’m surprised you remember anything from that night you and Priest were gone.

Aye, I remember what I should, Mama.

She shook her head. You're ridiculous.

Oh, you should have seen him at my birthday party; he was acting a total fool.

Aye, I was having fun. It’s not my fault y’all left me alone, uce.

You know how many times we had to tell your drunk ass not to call her, Jimmy said, hitting his shoulder before pointing back at Rhea.

Nah, I don’t remember that.

I bet you don’t use He laughed.

They pulled into the Waffle House parking lot, parking in the front, the bright lights from inside shining into the car. Come on, let’s eat.

Rhea walked out of the bathroom; it was almost midnight at this point. They spent longer than that meant to at Waffle House just talking and laughing.

She threw her dirty clothes into her suitcase. She had on a pair of black sweatpants and one of his shirts she stole from his house last weekend.

Jey was sitting in bed on his phone in just a pair of gray sweatpants.

She crawled up behind him, wrapping her arms around him. Her chin resting on his shoulder, she could feel all the tension in his body.

He clicked his phone off, setting it on the nightstand beside him. Sup, babygirl.

Hi, are you alright?

Yeah, just nervous. What if I can’t do it?

Baby, you got this; you can beat Gunther.

He ran a hand over his face, sighing, Rhea. You keep saying that, but we’re talking about Gunther the Ring General, a man who has only been pinned three times. What makes you think I can be the fourth?

My love She put her hand under his chin, making him look at her; his eyes were low and tired, his mouth falling into a frown.

You're right. He is the Ring General, but your main event Jey Uso, and you didn’t get that name from main eventing; you got it because you were—you are that fucking good, baby. Don’t let him get in your head.

It’s not just him; it’s everyone else, everyone who believes in me. What if I let them down?

You won’t. They love you, baby. Do they want to see you win? Yes, but they're stuck by you if you don't.

And you? He said softly, his big eyes staring up at her.

Jey I love you; that’s not going to change because you might not beat Gunther, and you beating Gunther isn't going to make me love you more, but

She leaned in closer to him, just a couple of inches away from his face. I will be proud of you no matter what happens tomorrow. She kissed him, pulling back to look at him. I love you.

I love you too. He took her hand, which was sitting on his chest, into his hand. Sorry, I’m making this shit all about me. He placed a kiss on her hand. You got a match too, and I’ll be there cheering you on.

And I’ll be doing the same, but baby, promise me if you lose tomorrow you will not blame yourself.

I won’t, baby girl, I promise.

Thank you. She placed a kiss on his shoulder, feeling the tension fall in them. Come on, we need to go to sleep, baby, she said, sitting back down on the bed. Alright.

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1…2…3…AND STILL YOUR WOMAN’S WORLD CHAMPION…. RHEA RIPLEY

She started walking towards the back, holding her ribs. God, that annihilator was bad; she definitely wouldn’t miss that. She felt a sharp pain as she sucked in a breath. Her ribs didn’t feel broken, but they were bruised.

She walked through the crowd, high-fiving them as she walked by, before walking backstage. It didn’t take long for her to find Jey.

He was standing by the gorilla, seemingly waiting for her with Jimmy and Naomi; he was holding something behind his back.

She ran up, jumping on him, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep her up.

Shit, girl! He stumbled backward, catching her with one arm. You scared the shit out of me.

Sorry, it’s the adrenaline. She said, hopping down as soon as her feet touched the ground, Naomi pulled her into a warm embrace. You did amazing, big mama.

He smiled, seeing how his family loved her as much as he did. Jimmy nudged him, looking towards the flowers behind his back.

Oh, here, Mama, he said, pulling a bouquet of red roses from behind his back.

Her face lit up at the sight of them. Baby, you didn’t have to do that, she said, taking the bouquet from him.

Why not? You deserve your first title defense.

Well, thank you. She gave him a peck on the cheek, not wanting to get lipstick on him.

No problem, baby girl.

Aye, can I say that tornado DDT was nasty, uce? Jimmy said dapping her up.

She chuckled. I know some moves.

What are you going to pull out, uce? "Are you going to let her show you up? he said, hitting his shoulder.

You're going to have to wait and see, uce; I got a couple of things up my sleeve, you know.

Can’t wait to see Rhea, she said, grabbing his arm and putting it around her shoulder.

Well, come on, we still have a show to watch until it’s main event time. Naomi said, linking her arm with Rhea’s, skipping away with her.

They just be in their own little world, uce, he said with a chuckle.

Mmhmm, but it’s fine because I got something for you anyway, uce.

He looked at him confused, thinking about what he could have gotten him.

You're going to like it, Uce. Come on. He patted him on the back, walking in the other direction.

You know you said that shit before, uce.

And I mean it; he opened the door, leading him out to the parking lot.

Yo, where are we going? He said catching up to him I kind of have shit to do, uce.

Damn, all you do is complain, huh? I’m happy to not be working with you anymore.

Is it you? Because you've been getting your ass beat since I left.

He sucked his teeth. See, I’m trying to be nice, uce, and you're being an ass.

He popped the trunk of their rental car. Mama set this up; I just picked it up, so thank her, not me.

He lifted the truck up, revealing a long, big white box. He pulled it out, letting him see what it was. He looked in the box through the little window on top. It was a white flower lei with a blue ribbon throughout it.

Shit, he looked over at him. Mama did this?

Yeah, she said you needed it tonight, big night for you, uce. He put his hand on his shoulder. She wished she could be here.

I know she called me this morning and wished me luck even though she said I didn’t need it.

He chuckled. We never did, huh?

Nope, I feel like I need it right now, though I'm in the big leagues now.

It's where you belong, you. He dapped him up, bringing him into a hug. You got this, uce.

Thanks, man. He patted him on the back before taking a step back. I appreciate you.

I appreciate you too, Uce. Come before the girls start wondering where we are, he said, grabbing the box and closing the truck.

“Alright,” he was feeling good, confident he was ready; he was going to beat Gunther's ass and become the new heavyweight champion.

1…2…3…AND STILL!

Jey walked through the curtains out of the gorilla; his body broke, and he tried; he lost; he lost?

His chest felt heavy, like someone was sitting on it; each breath he took was harder than the first.

Even with Cody coming out there telling him it was okay, it still hurt deeply. He gave it his all and then some, and he still fucking lost.

Each step he took hurt his knees; felt weak, like he was going to fall any second. He grabbed onto the wall for support as he walked.

Jey, are you ok? Her words sounded muffled as his ears rang slightly from that double powerbomb he took.

He leaned against the wall, feeling the cool wall against his skin, hearing his heart beating like it was going to beat out of his chest.

Baby, are you alright? She put her hand on the side of his face; he could hear the worry in her voice. knocking him out of his daze

Yeah, yeah, I’m good. His voice was tired, his chest aching as he spoke.

You don’t look good, baby. She pushed his hair out of his face.

I’m fine. Just my body hurts, he said, rubbing his red chest.

Ok, ok, he could feel her eye darting around; he pulled her into a hug, grinding his teeth a bit at the feeling against his chest.

It’s alright, baby, you did good. She said, working her hand into his hair.

It hurts Rhea. He buried his face in the side of her neck.

I know, I know, but it’s okay, love.

He grabbed her tighter as they just stood there together for a moment, the ringing in his ears stopping.

Do you want to just go back to the hotel?

He nodded his head, pulling back from her.

Okay, she said softly, then let’s go. She grabbed his hand.

He threw his arm over her shoulder. Can I get a little help, Mama?

Of course she put her arm around him, helping hold him up as they walked down the hall.

They walked into their room still a mess from them rushing out that morning.

She sat him down on the end of the bed before sitting down next to him. Are you okay, baby?

He put his head in his hands, letting out a sigh. I don’t know.

She put her hand on his back, leaning her head on his shoulder. It's ok, baby.

I held it in my hands. I had it right there, and I lost it. I lost it.

You're going to figure it out, love.

He fell back onto the bed, his head still in his hands. It was right there, right fucking there.

Jey, baby, you did good.

Not good enough, or I would be champion right now, he said with a heavy sigh.

Jey She lay back beside him, looking him in his eyes. You did good, my love, she said, trying to reassure him. You gave it your all. You did good. Don't beat yourself up about it, love.

Alright, he's moving up the bed, lying against all the pillows.

You’re just going to go to sleep? She said moving as well.

No, I’m not tired; still got adrenaline. He chuckled a bit at Cody's music popping into his head.

He heard her wince as she lay down, grabbing at her ribs.

Are you alright? Did you get checked?

Yeah, I got checked; I’m good there, just a little bruised. I should be good in a week or so.

Okay, come here, baby girl, he said, raising his arm up for her. She lay under his arm, laying her head against his collarbone.

She turned on some bad reality TV to hopefully make Jey feel a little better, which did get a couple of chuckles from him, but he was still pretty quiet.

After a while, he spoke up again. Rhea I know I can beat him.

Then get a rematch and beat him.

He’s not really known for giving rematches.

She raised her head up to look at him. So make him give you one? You're Jey Uso; if you want a title shot, you'll get one. Besides, when you win the rumble, he'll have to give you a title shot.

Fuck! I forgot about the rumble.

She chuckled at him. How could he forget the first stop on the road to mania?

Rhea He sat up. I know I can beat him. I was this fucking close. I can do it, Mama. I can beat him.

Then do it, she said, shifting to lie against the pillows.

I will! He moved off the bed, standing up On Monday. I’m going out there and letting it know that I’m going to win the rumble and going from Gunther.

Good I saw the look on his face after he was shocked; he wasn’t expecting you to get him like that.

A smile came across his face. I’m going to be the fourth.

You're going to be the fourth baby.

He pulled her off the bed into a kiss. I got it.

I told you you did.

But now I got the rumble too, and I’m winning that bitch, he said with the biggest smile on his face.

You’re going to be a world champion. She said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

I’m going to be a world fucking champion. He picked her up, spinning her around and making her giggle. They fell back onto the bed, bursting into laughter. He grabbed her, pulling her into another kiss. God, I love you, bad girl, he said, making her smile. I know you do.

Can you imagine me winning at Mania on the biggest stage of them all in front of millions of people, holding that title above my head?

I can imagine it, baby; you're going to be an amazing champion. She said, brushing his hair behind his ear.

We’re going to be champions together. I’m pretty sure our titles will match.

They will, won’t they?

Mmhmm, that’s what I hear. We’re going to look fine as hell with our matching titles.

Oh for sure, and I’ll be in your corner when you win it.

Wouldn’t have it any other way. Baby girl, he took her hand in his. I was thinking about something today.

What’s that love?

That we've been together for a good while now, and Jim loves you Naomi loves you and I have no doubt that Solo won’t love you when we make up, so I was thinking maybe when I go back home, maybe you come with?

Oh? Her mouth fell open a bit. You want me to meet…

My mom I told her I've been seeing someone, but she doesn’t know it’s you, and I want her to.

You think I’m ready to meet her?

Rhea My mom will love you; she already likes you from what I told her about you.

I’m not really good at meeting parents. Jey most don't really like me.

Rhea They both sat up, he still holding her hand. I promise you she’ll love you; you’re amazing, and she’ll see that, and she’ll see how much you love me.

She took a deep breath. Are you sure you want me to meet her?

Yes, I’m sure, he said, looking her in her eyes, showing her he was one hundred percent sure.

Ok then, I guess I’ll meet your mom, she said, smiling.

I’ll let her know tomorrow; she's going to be so excited. I haven't seen her since Christmas, so she's going to break out all the stops.

I don’t know if I should be scared or excited at that. She said with a nervous chuckle

Probably a little of both, but it’s going to be fine. It’s going to be great, babygirl.

She wrapped her arm around his neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek before pulling him down.

Come on, let’s finish our episode.

Alight I have not been paying attention, so I hope that recap is good.

She laughed, unpausing the TV. I’ll catch you up, she said, reclaiming her spot on his chest.

I think it’s going to be a good year, Mama.

I think so too, baby. Saturday is going to be fun now.

Oh, it’s going to be real fun when I throw that last person over the top rope.

I think it’s going to be more fun depending on who that person is.

Won’t matter; there are no friends in the rumble; it’s one vs. all.

He sank down into the bed, the warmth from her skin becoming his as they lay there, all the pain he felt from losing slowly fading away. He was focused on her, not caring what was happening on the TV.

How could he have gotten so lucky? Something that was just started as a partnership when he was still with the Bloodline and she with Judgment Day, now both of them on their own, becoming their own people, and her now his girlfriend, the woman he loved, the woman he would do anything for, the woman he saw a future with, and none of this would be happening if she never got hurt, if Damian never invited him to stay with them, Bad Blood Weekend, and made them share a room?

He never meant for any of this to happen, but he sure was happy it did.

Rhea moved her arm over him, watching the show, but not really; she could believe she was going to meet Jey's mom. This was crazy—a good crazy. If she had never gotten her heart broken by Dom, she would have never become friends with Jey and then fallen in love with him.

She couldn’t lie he was nice to look at every time then ran into the bloodline or just Jey how good he looked never went unnoticed my her neither did his sense of humor which is what made him so attractive which Damian noticed and pushed her to do something but she was scared so she didn’t she keep him at a arms length not wanting to get hurt again but he made that impossible to do especially since Damian forced them to share a room with made her realize just how much she loved him he always made her feel loved he saw her at her worse at her lowest and he never made her feel bad from that he was there for her when she needed and she was there for him

She never thought she would want to hit a guy more than Dom, but Roman was most definitely working his way up that list.

She loved him, and his family loved her, and she was about to meet more of them, and she was excited. She never thought a little crush would turn into this, into a friendship, a relationship, or whatever else this was. She loved him and maybe even wanted to spend her life with him, but that was a question from another time.

She didn’t need to think about that right now; she had a mother she needed to impress.

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And that is where the story ends (for now)

Thanks to all the people who been here since the beginning when it was real spooky 😂 I appreciate every single one of you who been reading my little story

I’m thinking of doing a little Jey x Sami mini series so if y’all want that so look up for that

This is not the end of are Jhea story your get a one shot every now and then (no time soon I’m taking a little break from them two)

I love y’all and appreciate y’all 🖤

[lady-mole]

Alright, everyone ! I was supposed to do that on the weekend, but since you were so curious, let's just reveal the identity of my kids before I go to bed ! x3🩷

Let's start with Toph Mole, the first born ! x3

First of all, there was a HUGE mistake at birth, and the doctor, after a quick look at my babies's body, told me : "congratulations, it's a girl ! 😃"

Oh, boy, he was sooo wrong...

Luckilly, since Toph is a sim just like his dad, he grew up reeeeally fast, and very soon enough, he told me himself he is actually a guy ! :3

Then, I entered some sort of "panic momma mode" and I learnt a lot of things I needed to know to take good care of Tophy and to help him. Honestly, I am still learning every day, it really is an adventure... 🩷

Ooh ! Also, Toph Mole is totally blind ! (This happens on his father side ! :3) Once again, I had to learn a lot of things to take care of him ! x3

He also loves to play guitar and, well, I guess that's it for Tophy ! Once again, I am so, so, sooo proud of him ! 🩷

Alright ! Now for the twins ! x3🩷

First of all, they are fraternal twins, which is why you'll notice some differences between them ! :3

Michael was born a few minutes before his brother Mickey, and, well, he is a troublemaker ! x3

He can rarely stay still for more than two seconds, and he always get himself injured, which scares us way more that it scares him, but anyway ! x3

He wants to become some sort of superheroe when he grows up, and he isn't afraid of anything, not even aliens ! He even loves to splash them with water, their weakness ! x3

He also likes to play some arcade games at Strangetown's saloon, and he likes to "borrow" my Nintendo Switch to play Five Night At Freddy's... Come on, Michael ! You're too young for this ! You have to turn at least into a teenager to play this ! Also, how did you survive night 4 ??? I never managed to survive night 4 !!! xC

Yeah, I suck as an authority figure, I am way too sweet for that ! Lordie says it's not a problem, though. He says children can feel bad when they misbehave just because they know their parents will be disapointed, and not necessarilly because they're are afraid of any severe punishment. Dang, I wish every parent could hear that...

Anyway, Michael is my little troublemaker, and come on, he's still just a kid, he'll probably grow wiser ! Right ? :3

Unlike his brother, Mickey is a very shy kid, and he doesn't like to be on his own. He loves animals, especially kitties for some reason, and he also loves plushies. I have my own collection of plushies, and Mickey loves to play with those. He especially loves my light fury plushie that glows in the dark. In fact, he loves it so much it's practically his plushie now, he even sleep with it at night ! My Mickey is afraid of the dark, so it really helps... He also sleeps with a mole plush Lordie had since he was a kid ! So cute ! x3🩷

Also, even if Mickey doesn't look a lot like a mole person, he's got a higher sense of smell than humans, and he loves to take naps wherever he can smell his family's sent ! :3

Toph, Michael and I are quite protective over Mickey. Fortunately, Lord Mole reminds us that we can't be overprotective, which wouldn't be good for him. It's just hard sometimes, he is just so precious ! x3🩷

Anyway, that's pretty much all I have to say about our three wonderful sons ! 🩷

Thank you so much for reading this, it means a lot to me ! :3🩷

Alright, good night now ! 😴🇨🇵

@silver-heller @phanta-soba @eating-plastic @shinyeeveelynn @jpeg-indulgence @cicidarkarts

[madbard]

I can’t stop thinking about a TMA fic idea where, instead of going Somewhere Else at the end of the series, Martin wakes up back in the safe house the morning the world ended.

Jon doesn’t remember anything. Neither, it seems, does anyone else. Martin checks the statements they’ve received and finds Elias’ message in the top file, exactly where he had expected it. In classic Martin fashion, he promptly commits arson and discards of the ashes. If none of this feels quite real, then at least it is a pleasant dream. It’s been so long since he’s dreamed like this.

Martin and Jon have a lovely, quiet day. They walk over to see the cows. They eat together, and Martin prepares tea. Jon knows something is wrong, but Martin brushes it off, blaming his strange mood on nightmares. It’s been a rough few years, and even rougher few months. If Martin seems a bit… off, well, it only makes sense.

Moreover, something in Jon doesn’t want to know what Martin is hiding. Something in him so deeply yearns to keep its eyes shut.

That night, they go to sleep, side by side. Jon lies across from Martin, relatively human and relatively happy and, most importantly, alive. Martin falls asleep tracing the scars on his hands.

The next morning begins like any in the safe house. Martin wakes up and wanders over to the kitchen to make some tea, while Jon follows him, still fighting off sleep. The morning light through the windows sets everything aglow and as Martin opens up the cupboard, he couldn’t be happier… until his hand brushes empty air.

“… Jon?”

“Hm?”

“Where’s the tea we bought yesterday?” At this point he knows. But he has to be sure. And when Jon looks up at him, confused, and tells him that they ran out yesterday and certainly didn’t purchase any more, that they were planning to buy some today, Martin felt that truth solidify in his stomach like a stone.

Jon sees the change in Martin’s expression and this time he almost asks - but that same part of him that covered his eyes earlier now rears up and nearly chokes him. He doesn’t want to know.

“Martin? What-”

Martin doesn’t give him the chance to finish. In seconds, he’s out the door, crumpling Elias’ message as he walks.

That day is quiet and difficult, filled with arguments and half-asked questions, obviously false answers. When they fall asleep, Jon is turned away. Martin stares up at the ceiling until sleep claims him.

The next day seems a bit dimmer. He stays in bed with Jon as long as he can, feeling the steady thrum of his pulse, the warmth of his breath, as they hold each other in the quiet morning.

Days pass, then weeks. Martin learns every path by heart, every conversation, at first precious, eventually made dull by repetition. Sometimes, he’s able to smile. Sometimes, he admits that he can feel the Lonely rolling over him like the tide. (What could be lonelier than going through such an experience, and being unable to talk about it? What could be lonelier than knowing that, no matter what, everything you do today will be forgotten tomorrow?) Jon can offer comfort, but he cannot ask why that comfort is needed. He cannot know.

In the end, Martin wakes up early. He puts Elias’ message in his pocket and goes into town, buying tea and pastries and two pairs of comfortable walking shoes.

They share a warm breakfast together, as a thick white fog hangs around the cabin. Martin finishes his tea, and places the statement on the table when Jon isn’t looking.

“I’m going to go for a walk.”

“In this fog?” Jon looks out the window, and in his eyes, Martin sees the reflection of the Lonely. He gets up and walks over.

“I just want to stretch my legs. I’ll be back before lunch, alright?”

Jon meets his gaze, and if some communication passes between them, it is swiftly buried by the fog. “Alright. I need to take a statement anyway.”

Before leaving, Martin bends down and kisses him, just once.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Martin steps out into the mist and walks, walks and walks until the world ends.

[viccyfics]

Baby Engine

If someone had told Dinah a few years ago that she would be spending her afternoons running after a child rather than working or racing with Greaseball, she would have laughed in their face.

Wembley Greaseball is OLC Greaseball and Dinah's four-year-old daughter.

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If someone had told Dinah a few years ago that she would be spending her afternoons running after a child rather than working or racing with Greaseball, she would have laughed in their face.

But here she was, racing around the entire yard after her daughter…who had not been named after her father by Dinah's choice.

"Greaseball please, Momma needs to stop, you must be tired by now," the Dining car panted, bending over to try and catch her breath, but the small Diesel ahead of her on the track refused to come closer, her hands on her hips and a frown on her face.

"Come catch me, Momma," the four-year-old taunted, "You're so slow,"

Dinah started to chuckle, "Don't let your dad hear you say that,"

Greaseball let out a small huff, "You need to be faster for when we race together."

"Oh, we're going to race together?" Dinah paused, "I'm not so sure if Dad is going to appreciate that."

Greaseball started to giggle, "I'm going to be faster than him, so he can't tell me not to race with you."

"Oh is that right?" the Dining car smiled, noticing her daughter was starting to slowly skate towards her.

"Yeah, and then he's gonna be the slowest, not me," the small Engine smirked, "So you need to get faster."

Before Greaseball had noticed how close she was getting to her mother, Dinah grabbed her, pulling her up onto her hip and making the girl giggle.

"Momma put me down, I can't race if I can't touch the floor," she spoke while laughing, her feet wiggling as she showed Dinah that her feet were a few feet off the ground as if Dinah couldn't tell.

"That's true," Dinah hummed, "and you can't race when it's meant to be nap time either,"

"But racers don't nap," Greaseball whined throwing her head back, "Dad doesn't nap."

Dinah shifted her daughter onto her hip more securely. "Oh Junior, you think your daddy doesn’t nap? He naps more than anyone I know."

Greaseball gasped, "No way!"

"Way," Dinah teased, "He might even be napping right now, so why don't we go back to the shed and check if he is,"

But that was nearly five hours ago, he had slept enough.

He had worked the night shift so Dinah knew for a fact he would still be sleeping, and it was the whole reason she had tried to get her daughter out of the shed as soon as she woke up.

Dinah knew Diesels were loud… but starlight, a Diesel preschooler was something else entirely, and it wouldn’t be fair to wake Greaseball up only a few hours after he came home exhausted.

"What do I get if you're wrong?" Greaseball asked taking hold of the collar of Dinah's dress with her tiny hands.

"What do you mean?"

"What’s my prize if you're wrong? It's called a bet," the Engine explained. I should get a prize!"

"A prize- remind me not to let CB babysit you anymore," Dinah muttered shaking her head, but she knew that it wouldn't last, somehow CB was the best babysitter for Greaseball, having her in bed before bedtime, and getting her to eat her greens without asking, it was like he was some kind of baby miracle worker.

It was also helpful that he would drop anything for the three of them.

"so I don't get a prize?" Greaseball asked after a moment with a pout on her face, "Uncle CB always gives me a prize if I'm right,"

"There's no prize June-bug, and Uncle CB needs to stop placing bets with you," Dinah sighed shaking her head.

Greaseball stared at her like she had left her daughter's fuel cap off and lost it. "It isn't just Uncle CB, Dad does it too, but he doesn't win a lot,"

It was lucky that their shed was now in view because Dinah was definitely waking up the older Greaseball now.

The sound of Greaseball's snoring hit them before they had even reached the bedroom, but as Dinah stood in the doorway with her daughter on her hip, she couldn't help but laugh. The four-year-old was staring shocked, her eyebrows almost reaching the top of her forehead.

"We'll come back to this conversation again soon baby girl, but right now I've got something to show you,"

Dinah spoke as she nudged the shed door open with her hip.

"You don't think Dad naps because you nap at the same time,"

Dinah who was now only a foot away from the bed wanted to yell for him to wake up but she was stopped by her daughter yawning, "Are you sleepy now, Junior?"

Greaseball hummed rubbing her eyes lazily, "cuddle?"

"We can cuddle my love," Dinah smiled, happily tucking the small engine next to her father before slipping in next to her, "Go to sleep sweetheart, we'll have lunch when you wake up."

Dinah couldn't help but yawn herself as she pulled the duvet scrunched up in Greaseball's arms to drape across them.

"You're lucky I said no betting," Dinah whispered pressing a kiss to the girl's temple, "Cause you owe me,"