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Pairing: Benny Cross x fem!ex-girlfiriend! reader Summary: After your rather stormy breakup, Benny decides he can't live without you. He'll get you back. At any cost. Even if he has to force you over his motorcycle and take you far out of town. Taglist for Benny: @aleemendoza2425-blog Benny Cross' Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist P.S. I accept requests for Benny if you want to read sth specific with our boy 😊

Even if it's handcuffed I'm leaving here with you Bygones will be bygone eras Fading into gray We broke all the pieces, but still want to play the game I told my friends I hate you but I love you just the same Pick your poison, babe I'm poison either way... Whether I'm gonna be your wife or Gonna smash up your bike I haven't decided yet But I'm gonna get you back - "imgonnagetyouback" Taylor Swift

“What the hell is he doing here?” You ask angrily, looking out your office window as you see your ex’s Harley parked next to your car.

"Maybe he forgot something from you. Did you give him all his stuff back?" Your friend asks, putting the papers into a folder.

"No. I gathered all four of his shirts and two pairs of pants and made myself a campfire behind the house." You huff angrily, closing the blinds so you wouldn't have to watch the blue-eyed Vandal leaning against your car.

"So what does he want? From what you've told me, your relationship ended in a hell of a bad way, and he was a world-class asshole." You tremble at the mere memory of your breakup with Benny.

You and he met at one of the Vandals' bar. You happened to go there for a drink with your girls; he noticed you and started talking with you. He was flirting with you the whole night and tried to take you with him for a ride on his bike. The first time you turned him down. Then he tracked down where you lived and showed up at your door, offering a ride to your work.

You should have seen a red flag then. But you were too stupid and infatuated by him enough to think it was romantic.

As time went on, he took you to Vandals meetings more and more often. And it was fun. Until you had to bail him out of arrest, pick him up from the hospital, and wait forever for him at home, wondering if he'd be sleeping next to you in bed or at the police station.

And one day, when he ended up in the hospital after some guys beat him up for wearing Vandal's colours, you broke. You begged him to stop while he was still alive and well (which was doubtful considering the doctors were still debating whether to cut off his foot); you literally knelt by his bed and cried like a baby while all he cared about was whether he could keep riding.

But that wasn't the worst. The worst was that every time you argued, he threatened to leave, to disappear, that it would be best for you if he left you alone. And at first you begged him, terrified, to stay, but over time you started to react to those words... more aggressively.

Then you decided you were fed up with living with the wandering cat he was and broke up with him. Roughly. Stormily. Your neighbours heard more than one of your arguments, and the whole street saw you throwing his stuff out the window and finally throwing rocks at him as he rode away on his beloved Harley. On second thought, maybe you were both two big damn red carpets.

"I don't want to know. Will you take me home? The last thing I want today is to meet that son of a bitch."

You sigh, dragging the papers to your desk. You grab your black blazer and throw it on over your white shirt. You adjust your black pencil skirt and grab your purse to follow your friend.

You took the job as a secretary right after breaking up with Benny. You quit your old job not wanting him to know where you worked, but apparently Vandal had his ways. You wonder if choosing another job wasn't a slap in the face for Benny. Choosing such a boring and ordinary job would piss him off even more and prove that you really aren't made for each other.

Just like Benny, you could be hellishly mean.

"What the hell?" Your friend asks as you exit out the back and her car isn't in the parking lot. But there is another Vandal with his motorcycle.

"Johnny." You greet him and walk over to him, crossing your arms. Your friend is hot on your heels. "What are you doing here?"

"Kiddo said you two have a problem in your relationship."

"We don't have any relationship, so there is no problem between us. But apparently, my friend lost her car. Can you help her?" You ask him, furious with Benny for not acknowledging your breakup.

"Y/N... you know that I don't like to get involved in the shit that's not mine, but this kid has been going crazy for a month now. He's been doing even worse shitty things than before, and I can't tell you how many times we've picked him up from jail in the past few fucking weeks. If you ever cared about him, talk to him. He's becoming wildly unpredictable. Even for me."

You bite your lip at his words. You know perfectly well what Benny is like, or rather what he was like before he met you. Thanks to you, he stopped riding so fast and carefree, ended up in the hospital much less often, and even obeyed the speed limit when you were with him on his bike.

You can only imagine what he's been up to in your absence and to what extent, since Johnny took an interest and came to you to talk about it.

"Don't manipulate me, Johnny. You know damn well he deserved it. Now you know what I had to deal with throughout this whole fucking relationship." You reply dryly, not wanting to fall for the Vandals' sweet words again.

You loved them like family, but sometimes you have to cut yourself off from them to save your sanity. And you desperately needed some time to yourself and a break from all of Benny's antics.

"Well... I know Benny isn't easy, but he really is a good kid. Carrot and stick. That's what he needs. And for the sake of your lady-buddy's car and your friendship... maybe you should go and have a few words with him."

"Screw you." You growl, rolling your eyes, and walk away from them. "What are you waiting for?! Take her to this fucking car!" You shout, walking back to the main building to exit through the main entrance.

Johnny puts your friend on his bike, and all you can do is give her an apologetic look as he takes her to where they moved her car. You don't even want to know how they did it.

You sigh as you walk through the office and stand in front of the main exit doors. You glance at your watch and walk out of the building with your heart in your mouth.

You walk down the sidewalk with the other people from work who have just left. Benny's blue irises land on you immediately. He straightens up, stopping leaning against your car and throwing away a cigarette he was smoking. He looks at you expectantly. You nod at him and pretend to walk in his direction.

You cross the street on the crosswalk, but instead of turning right towards the parking lot, you run as hard as you can to the left towards the bus stop.

"Y/N!" Benny shouts after you, and a moment later, you hear the thud of his combat boots against the pavement as he runs after you.

The bus pulls up to the stop, and you run inside. Luckily, the driver closes the doors before Benny can get to them. He bangs on the glass, shouting your name and some curse words, but you can't hear him clearly as the bus starts moving.

You breathe a sigh of relief and wipe your sweaty forehead. This time you did it. You just hoped your friend would get her car back before Benny went to Johnny and complained to him that you ran away.

But for now, you're happy that you managed to outsmart your ex.

The next morning you cautiously peer out from behind your front door, searching for a head of blonde hair. Even though you couldn't see any Vandal's motorcycle through the window, you wanted to be sure that none would suddenly pop out from nowhere.

You sigh with relief, not seeing anything suspicious.

You open the door wider, but something is blocking you. On your way out, you notice a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers. You pick it up and examine it carefully, but you don't see any note or card. But you do see a necklace.

The flowers are tied with a fucking necklace. The necklace Benny gave you at the beginning of your relationship with his initials carved into the back of the silver heart. (One of the guys worked at a jeweler's and did it for him for practically free through a connection or something.) The necklace you threw in his face when you broke up with him.

Furious, you want to throw the flowers in the trash. Instead, you decide to put the necklace in your pocket and walk to work. On the way, you pass a school and hand the bouquet to the first girl you see. At least she was happy because of those damn flowers.

As you continue your walk, you see a motorcyclist in the distance. You tense up and quicken your pace, praying that it's not a Vandal, but apparently you're out of luck today.

"Y/N?! How long have we not seen each other?!" Danny screams as he rides to you. You sigh as his bike blocks the entire sidewalk and force a smile.

"Probably ages ago. How you doing?"

"Great. Can I give you a ride somewhere? Where's Benny? Shouldn't he be the one hauling your ass to work?" He asks, already taking out a helmet for you. You reluctantly accept it and climb behind him on the bike.

"We broke up." You inform him, knowing full well that he's been away from the Vandals lately due to studies and his photography stuff.

"Oh shit. He must be devastated then." He comments and starts the engine. You hold on to him as he drives you to the address you gave him.

The drive takes a few minutes. Luckily, your car is still parked outside the building, and you don't see any parked bikes.

"Thanks. Danny? Can you give this to Benny? You probably will see him sooner than me." You say and hand him the necklace. He nods and drives away, leaving you alone.

You approach your car and curse, seeing the lock placed on the wheel. Not a police lock. A lock that the Vandals often put on and took off in exchange for small money. A small tag was attached to it. It had the date and time written on it—probably their next meeting that they wanted you to join in exchange for taking the damn thing off your car.

"Bad day?"

You flinch and turn around, surprised by someone's presence. You sigh with relief when you see only Mike—an accountant from the company you worked for.

"Bad week. Plus, it looks like I'm grounded." You say and kick your leg against the wheel of your car.

"Yeah, I recognise that. My friend had to pay them like $100 to get that damn thing off. He was rushing to some meeting and couldn't wait for the police and similar stuff. I can get someone to take it off for you."

"I'm afraid I don't have enough money." You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for a weekend with the Vandals. In Benny's company. Talking to him. You already feel sick.

"For free. Friend of mine owns me a little favour."

"Seriously?" You ask, shocked. He nervously rubs the back of his neck with his hands and nods, giving you an uncertain smile.

"Yeah, no problem. And before he will do it... do you mind if we both go to lunch? I mean... you don't have to if you don't want to..."

"You know... I would actually like that." You interrupt him with a smirk, seeing him stuttering, unable to finish his sentence as he blushes.

"Really?" You almost giggle at his incredulous question and the gleam of happiness in his eyes. You nod with a huge, genuine smile, practically forgetting why you agreed to this date in the first place. "So... in four hours at the exit?"

"I will be waiting." With a smile, you leave him behind and enter the office. Maybe this day wasn't such a tragedy after all...

Benny was drinking beer with Johnny and Danny at a table in their favourite bar. The Vandals were circling him like vultures, just waiting for a little sensation and gossiping about his breakup with you.

"It must be hard for you, man. We all saw how much you loved her. Like a Catholic loves a goddamn God."

"Too bad she can't see it." Benny mumbles, lighting a cigarette. His one hand plays with the necklace he left on your doorstep this morning, which you gave to Denny. Benny gave you his fucking heart, and you still rejected it. He had to try harder. He had to talk to you first.

"Hey Benny-boy? How are you? Are you still getting over your breakup with your girlfriend? Do you love her that much? Come on, come with us. We'll race to the brothel, and you'll forget about this bitch in a second." Some Vandal walks up to him and pats him on the back.

"Benny no..." Johnny is interrupted by the crash of Vandal's jaw as Benny's fist hits him.

A second later, a beer bottle shatters over the head of a bleeding man on the floor, and Johnny and Danny try to pull him away from the guy. The entire club boos and cheers for the fight, but the guys quickly drag Benny outside.

"What the hell?! You can love her, but damn, don't be such a girl and react at each shitty comment!" Johnny yells at him and hits him in the chest with his hands. Benny huffs indignantly and puts his hands in his pockets to stop himself from hitting him.

"I hate her!" He growls furiously and plays with the necklace in his pants' pocket.

"And love her just the same, huh?" Danny asks and gives Benny a cigarette.

Benny doesn't answer. He smokes furiously, trying to clear his head, but all he can think about is you. Your scent, your taste, the softness of your body, the shudder of your breath beneath him, the way you clenched your hands around his shirt across his stomach when you rode with him on his bike, the way you pressed yourself against him and snuggled up to him every chance you got... fuck, he missed you. More than he previously thought he would be.

"Benny?! I saw your girl with some man in a suit! At that one of those Italian restaurants on the corner of Main Street. You know, the shitty one for rich people. You should do something about this." One of the bikers rides up and informs him, then rides away before Benny can say anything.

"Kid, don't…" Johnny tries to stop him, but Benny is already on his motorcycle. He starts it and rides as fast as he can, ignoring the shouts behind him.

All Benny could think about was how he was going to beat up the guy who dared to touch you. You were his girlfriend. You were one of the Vandals. You might have been on a break, but that didn't give any man the right to hit on you. Not when you had Benny and Benny had you.

It was simple logic. Nobody messes with the Vandals and their girls.

Benny sped through the city, not stopping at red lights. It wasn't until he was at a restaurant that he stopped his Harley.

He didn't turn off the engine, though. He was staring intently through the restaurant windows and checking out each customer until his eyes landed on you and some shit in a suit who had the nerve to get your attention.

Benny tugged on the handle, causing his bike's engine to roar furiously—like a guard dog giving a warning before it attacks. He increased the engine's roar until your eyes met his.

A cold shiver ran through him as you threw him one of your angry looks, and he felt hurt when you ignored him and continued to talk with the man sitting in front of you and gave him one of your most wonderful smiles. Fuck it. The guy wouldn't be able to walk when Benny got to him.

Benny reaches into his pocket, pulls out a pack of Marlboro, and lights his cigarette. He holds it to his mouth with one hand while the other continues to crank the handle of the engine, so that the roar of the engine drowns out any conversation you might have had with the man in front of you.

He smirks as you and the guy in front of you stare in his direction. He holds a cigarette between his plush lips and waves at you, causing an irritated frown to form on your forehead.

Benny can't help but feel a strange bile rising in his throat as he looks at the two of you. You were on a date with a guy who was clearly the opposite of Benny. He wonders if this is what you really want—a boring guy with a boring job and a tonne of money who could build you a house with a fucking white picket fence and drive you to work in his Cooper car and the kids to preschool. It makes him sick to think that you could be anyone else, that you could have anyone else's children, that you could be married to some guy in a suit and live the life of a fucking decent 1950s shitty family.

Benny knew perfectly well that he couldn't give you what this guy could provide you. He couldn't even afford a date at a restaurant like that.

However, it didn't change the fact that he loved you so damn much.

"Hey! Biker dude, leave Y/N alone!" A guy in a suit comes out of the restaurant and yells at him. Benny calmly finishes his cigarette and throws it on the ground, staring silently at the man in front of him. "Did you hear me, degenerate? Get out of here!" The guy pushes him, hitting his chest. For Benny, that's enough.

He lands the first punch with his right fist, landing perfectly on his opponent's cheek. The next punch sends blood pouring from the man's nose onto his snow-white shirt. But for Benny, it's not enough.

He throws the guy to the ground, and the two begin to fight in earnest. Benny, however, has a much greater advantage and motivation as he takes out all his anger on the guy below him. He only snaps out of this strange trance when someone's hands pull him away from the bleeding man below him.

"What the fuck was that, Benny?! You almost killed him!" You yell at him angrily, pulling your hands away from him as quickly as you can. Benny says nothing, staring at you silently as he processes what he just did. Several other motorcycles pull up in front of the restaurant, with Johnny in the lead.

"Let's go, kid! Before the police arrive."

Benny stares at you, not quite wanting to leave before he explains why he beat up your date. But he stops himself the moment he sees the fear and disgust in your eyes. It hurts Benny more than any punch he could have taken. He clenches his jaw and walks to his bike. He starts the engine and gives you one last long look, then lowers his head in shame as he joins the other Vandals.

Your hair flutters in the wind as you watch the Vandals drive away. You run over to Mike and wait with him until the ambulance arrives. But you don't follow him to the hospital. You have more important things to take care of in the city.

With trembling hands, you knock on the door. You wait patiently outside, considering the pros and cons, but before you can chicken out and leave, Betty opens the door for you.

"Y/N? This is quite a surprise."

"Can I come in? I need to talk to you." The woman makes room for you and lets you in. You greet her and Johnny's daughters, who are watching a cartoon on TV, and you go with her to the kitchen, where you can talk in peace. "It's about Benny."

"I expected it. You know, we were all very surprised when you broke up. We were convinced that a week longer and the boy would start looking for an engagement ring for you."

"Benny and marriage? Not in this lifetime, I guess." You scoff and sit down at the small kitchen island with a smile, thanking her for the coffee she made you. "He fucking almost beat my date to death today. He's acting crazy. Johnny tells me he's been like this since I broke up with him, but we both know he was like this long before we even met. What the hell am I supposed to do, Betty? Get out of town? Out of America? Vandals have expanded all over the states, and most of them aren't the same old club they used to be."

"I know. Believe me, I know best." Silence falls between you after her words. You nod, understanding perfectly that she of you had the most right to worry. You sigh, running your hand through your hair. "Y/N... I'll give you some advice. If you don't care about him that much... if you think you can forget and move on, then save yourself. Run away wherever you want, as far away from him as possible, and forget. But if you can't... then stay and talk some sense into him before it's too late to save him."

"Save him? You know perfectly well he won't abandon the Vandals."

"Like you said, they're not the same Vandals they used to be. They've changed. Johnny sees it. Benny sees it. And they both still fool themselves, but when some shit happens, it finally gets to them. And believe me, Benny loves his bike and freedom, but the Vandals aren't his family anymore. You are." You fall silent at her words, processing everything she said. You nod and sigh, taking a cigarette out of the pack in your pocket. "We smoke outside." She admonishes you. You laugh quietly and raise your hands in surrender.

"All right. Thanks for everything, Betty." You sigh as you leave the house. You light a cigarette and walk across town to the Vandals' bar. You have to finish everything you had to finish with Benny. You couldn't just leave town without a word. There's no telling what the Vandal would do if you suddenly disappeared.

You throw your cigarette into the bin and take a few calming breaths as you approach the biker's bar. Their engines are already roaring, and some of them, probably the young and new ones, eye you warily as you enter.

You look around the bar and frown, unable to find Benny. You walk further in, pushing through the sea of people and sitting at the head table where Johnny sits with his most important men.

"Hello there. Where is Benny?" You ask them, taking the beer from Johnny. The man raises an eyebrow at you and watches as you take a sip.

"I thought you didn't want to talk to him?"

"I have to. I'm leaving town soon. I'd rather tell that to that ticking bomb." Johnny nods, fully realising what you mean. You see Cockroach get up from the table and go to the phone. You try to listen in on the conversation, but Johnny effectively talks you over and drowns out any conversation the man was having at the bar.

"When are you coming back?" He asks, but you don't answer. You take a sip of beer and tap your finger on the neck of the bottle. "I see. The kid won't be happy, you know that?"

"We are no longer together." You snap back, trying your best to maintain your relatively indifferent attitude. "Besides, after the shit he did today, he only proved that I can't stay here anymore."

"He went for a ride. He'll probably be at the lake. Or on the streets breaking a few traffic laws. You know him."

"Too well." You nod and stand up from the table. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Cockroach exit the bar and get on his bike. You frown and shake your head. They're not your problem anymore. "Tell him I'm looking for him. When you will see him."

"Sure." He agrees and nods. You nod back and turn to leave the bar. You scan the place one last time, knowing full well that you'll probably never set foot in it again.

Your heart clenches as you remember all the times you spent here. Both the good and the bad. Shortly after you broke up with Benny, you cursed this building. You'd rather see it burn down, along with all the Vandals that reminded you of what you'd lost.

You try to hold back the tears that are welling up in your eyes as you involuntarily recall your first meeting with Benny. The pool table is still in the same spot. How easy it would have been for you not to have looked that damned way and not fallen for the charm of those blue irises and the exposed muscles of his arms. How much disappointment and heartbreak you would have avoided if you had never entered that bar. And as much as you despised and hated that place, you loved it and the people in it for a long time and fiercely. And one of them in particular.

But how much more tragedy and sadness could you endure? How long could you live in fear and uncertainty in a relationship that was supposed to bring you only happiness and those good thrills?

Benny wanted to be free. So you will give him that freedom.

"Y/N!" Johnny calls after you before you leave. You sigh and turn to him, raising a questioning eyebrow. "Take care of yourself."

"You too." You nod at him and leave the bar.

You leave everything behind. And you feel like a piece of you is dying in the flames of time and the cry of your tormented heart..

Surprisingly, it doesn't take you long to pack. Nor does it take you long to get off work. Two days later, you're standing in the hallway of your house, ready to hand over the keys to your cousin, who's supposed to be selling it.

You stare at the picture Danny took of you and Benny when you were sitting at one of the biker picnics. Benny and you were leaning against his bike. He had his arm over your shoulder and was staring at you with loving puppy eyes while you smiled at the camera.

You sigh, putting the photo into your wallet and impatiently waiting for your cousin.

Just then, there's a knock on your door. You sigh and open it. You freeze, completely shocked, when you see Benny there.

"I didn't hear your bike."

"I parked down the street. So you don't get scared and run away." He says, still leaning against your door frame.

"I'm not scared of you." You huff indignantly, looking at the scratches on his face. You frown, not remembering him getting any injuries from Mike.

"I had an accident."

"Of course you had." You snort, crossing your arms over your chest. You see his jaw quiver slightly, but he just continues to stare at you with those stupid blue eyes of his, like you're the only girl in the world. "I'm leaving." You inform him, swallowing hard and waiting for his reaction. He drops his gaze to your hands and nods.

"I can see that." He says, nodding at the large travel backpack behind you.

"I won't come back." You inform him, carefully observing his reaction to it. Of course, he doesn't show anything. His face is stony as he looks at you, and his facial muscles don't even move as he doesn't reveal a single emotion to you.

"You won't come back." He repeats, not moving an inch from his spot by your door. You clench your teeth in irritation, to which he just smiles. And oh, that damn smile of his...

"That's it. You can go. You always said you'd be the one to leave. Too bad I had to be the one with the balls to do it." You say angrily, ready for him to turn around and walk to his bike, but all he does is continue to stare at you. You shake your head and push past him when you see your cousin.

You ignore Benny as you sort out the details with your cousin. You grab your backpack and walk him back to his car. You say goodbye to him and watch the car drive away. As you turn to go to the bus stop, you bump into Benny's chest.

"Sorry. I didn't see you." You say, quickly pulling away from him and trying to suppress your blush after your hands were briefly on his chest. The damn thing still had some well-trained muscles.

"Give you a lift?" He asks you seemingly innocently and puts his hands in his pockets. His gaze burns you, making your blush stay on your cheeks a little longer.

"Where are you going?" You ask as you both walk in the same direction. You don't feel like going with him, but you're not going to tell him that yet. You know he'll think of anything to make you get on that fucking bike with him.

"Florida." At those words, you freeze and stand still. You swallow and look at him for a long moment as you remember how you once begged him to go to his cousin in Florida and start a new life there. Then he chose his bike. And you chose yourself.

"To your cousin?" You ask carefully, resuming your walk.

"He hired me at his car workshop." Benny nods, walking glued to your side with his hands clasped behind him.

You feel strangely at ease talking to him. You're out of the habit of it. Of having him so close to you, of feeling the warmth of his body close to yours, of his intoxicating scent, of having his hypnotising irises focused on you and of listening to that raspy voice of his.

You missed him.

"You will have a job?" You ask, shocked. You can't imagine a free spirit like Benny finding a permanent job with set hours. "Well... that's good for you. I guess." You comment as you both walk. Suddenly he steps in front of you and stops. You sigh when you see his bike parked exactly two steps away from you. Fuck, you let that son of a bitch lead you to his bike.

"Are you getting in?" He asks, nodding at his bike. And as much as you want to say yes, you know it'll be bad for both you and him.

You shouldn't be together. Or at least you didn't think so. Even though you loved him so damn much.

"I will buy a train ticket." You politely decline his offer. You expect him to nod silently, get on your bike, and ride off into the sunset forever, but he still stands firmly in front of you, blocking your path.

"Where to?" He asks and looks at you suspiciously, as if he knew perfectly well that you didn't know where you were going yet. You only knew that it was definitely far from Benny.

"You don't need to know." You growl stubbornly, trying to get past him and finally move on.

But Benny won't let you. Before you can register any movement, he moves quickly and takes your hands. He wraps them tightly around his waist, and suddenly you hear a metallic click and something cold and heavy being placed on your forearms. Handcuffs. Bloody handcuffs.

"Benny!!" You growl at him angrily and struggle as he walks towards his bike. "Where the hell did you get handcuffs from?"

"Cockroach." He answers shortly and sits down, making you have to follow his lead. He fucking kidnaps you.

"Benny... let me go!" You scream, trying to punch him in the stomach, but the handcuffs are so short and far enough away from your wrists that all you can do is hold on tight as he prepares to ride.

"Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leaving here with you." He tells you calmly, and you stare at him in disbelief. What the fuck?

"Don't joke! Benny!" Either he ignores your screams (which is most likely) or he doesn't hear them because at that very moment he starts the engine of his Harley.

So all you can do is sit behind him, holding on tight as he drives who knows where. Amazingly, he stops at red lights and doesn't go over the speed limit. It's only when he gets to the highway that he drives a little faster than the speed limit, but not enough to be considered dangerous driving.

You rest your cheek against his back in defeat as you realise there is absolutely no way out of this. Not if you want to stay alive. You can feel him relax a little as he rides forward, and you are not trying to fight with him. You sigh, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to rest behind him for a moment, revelling in the feeling of freedom as you whizzed through the air on his bike.

Fuck, you missed it.

The only break you get is a stop at a motel when the fuel runs out and the cold night starts to set in. Benny rents you a room (which is surprising because you were always the one paying) at the motel and leaves you there while he goes to fill up his Harley.

You think about escaping, but:

1. Benny took away the keys and locked you up there.

2. He made sure to rent a room on the highest floor of this damn building.

3. You were too tired and hungry after the ride to come up with some plan.

That's why you lay on the bed and wait for him to come back. Hopefully with food. It would be nice to eat something before you will kill him.

As if on cue, the keys turn in the door, and Benny steps inside. In his hand he has a large paper bag, which he places on the bed opposite you in an apologetic gesture of sacrifice for his sins. He can go to hell. Him and his damn puppy eyes.

"What is it?"

"Burgers. Took it for you. Your favourite." He says and makes sure he's locked the door. He puts the key in the keyhole and goes to the window.

He looks at his bike and takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He lights one and looks outside, not sparing you a single glance.

"Where's your jacket?" You ask, seeing as he's not wearing his Vandals' colours. It was weird seeing him in just a T-shirt.

"On a bike in the trunk. I don't know if they'd let me here wearing that."

"You never took it off." You say shocked and raise your eyebrows at him. "You will be cold without it." You notice and take the food out of the bag. You don't eat yet, wondering if you should leave him some, if he even ate anything before he came here.

"I was cold without you." He answers quickly without even thinking much about what he's saying. You see his cheeks redden slightly as he realises he said it out loud. "Eat." He clears his throat and takes a drag on his cigarette. You sigh and start eating. You hum, savouring the delicious food, and you swear you hear him chuckle quietly from his spot by the window. Big bastard.

"Where we going?" You ask him before biting into your burger. You frown as grease leaks onto your fingers. You lick them, unconsciously teasing Benny as he... imagines what your lips wrapped around just as perfectly as they now were wrapped around your fingers. He clears his throat, seeing that you’ve caught him staring at you.

"Florida. I want to show you something." You eat in silence, wondering what he wants to show you that makes him literally chain you to himself and drag you out of town.

"And then?" You can't stand it anymore and finally ask, curious about his future plans and how long he actually wants to keep you with him.

"And then you will decide."

"Decide what? Do I want the fur handcuffs or the regular metal ones?" You snap at him, irritated.

Your sharp mockery makes him throw his cigarette out the window, and his gaze lingers there, as if he were ashamed of what he had done. On the other hand, you didn't give him much of an exit or opportunity to talk normally. You wanted to leave—just like he had promised so many times that he would do. So why did he stubbornly want to keep you if he had never cared?

Benny wasn't one for words. He was sparing with his thoughts and emotions. And for a while, his actions spoke loud enough of his devotion to you. For a while. Then your honeymoon phase wore off, and you were annoyed that he never verbally confirmed to you what his eyes had told you so many times as he held you close by the fire at night at one of the Vandals meetings.

On this particular night, some famous actress that the guys were crazy about was coming to town. Half of them got on their bikes halfway through the party and wanted Benny to join them in hunting her down and taking a picture with her. They even bribed Danny to go with them and take their stupid pictures.

"Come on, Benny. You're not coming with us? I remember you were the one who hung her poster in the club so you could get a good view of her from the pool table." One of the guys was convincing Benny, who was currently lying on the grass and resting his head on your lap, practically forcing you to comb your hands through his blonde locks.

"I have a much better view here!" He shouts at them, not even turning his head in their direction. His blue eyes never leave your face. You blush a little, ducking your head and closing your eyes as you try to ignore the whistles and teasing from the boys at his response.

A moment later, Benny props himself up on his elbows and steals the most delightful, mind-numbing kiss. You cup his cheek in your hand and let yourself sink into the feeling of his soft lips against yours, letting out a quiet sigh when he tangles his hand in your hair and presses you against the trunk of the tree behind you. You ignore the cheering Vandals put on and completely immerse yourself in your little bubble with Benny.

Everyone had their poison. For Benny, it was cigarettes and his Harley. For you, it was him. And back then it didn't bother you one bit.

"I... if you want to go you can. I won't stop you." Benny mumbles under his breath, pulling you from your thoughts. You shake your head, snorting, and set the bag of food on the nightstand next to your bed.

"Thank you so much that you provide me with my basic human rights!" You growl at him angrily, reminding him about those stupid handcuffs.

"You didn't even want to give me a chance to explain myself to you. And you know perfectly well that I never ask for anything or expect anything in return. I... I didn't see any other way to get to you. And I'm not going to apologise for that."

You roll your eyes at him, irritated. But you can't say you don't see the reasoning behind his actions. But the prospect of being dragged around by him deeply offends your innate feminism.

Seeing that you have nothing to add to the matter, he closes the window. He walks over to you and grabs the blanket off the bed. You frown as he sits down in the armchair, clearly intending to sleep there. And you don't like the fact that even though you had him in the same room, you won't be able to have his arms wrapped around you. Especially since it's so damn cold in this motel.

"Come here. You will get sick by sitting near this window. It is cold outside, and they don't even heat the room." You grumble and make room for him on the bed, hoping that you don't have to tell him the real reason you want him next to you to get him in the same bed with you.

"I will be fine." He speaks carelessly and reaches into his pocket for another cigarette.

"Benjamin Cross." You growl at him, which finally gets his full attention. "Get your fucking ass here." Benny rolls his eyes but obediently stands up. He takes off his shoes and lies down next to you in bed.

He covers you with an extra blanket and leaves an absurd amount of space between you that you honestly hate. But you won't make the first move and throw yourself into his arms. Not after he kidnapped you. But... could it really be considered kidnapping if you partly wanted it and you didn't really have anywhere else to be?

You sigh, tossing and turning in your bed as you try to find a slightly comfortable sleeping position. But it's impossible to fall asleep with Benny so close to you when you are not even able to touch him. Especially when his warmth and scent reach you, assaulting you and every ounce of restraint and self-control you had.

"What's the matter with you?" Benny asks as you toss and turn in frustration once again.

"Nothing."

Benny knows that tone. All too well. So he hesitantly moves closer to you and experimentally places a hand on your waist. When you don't push away from him, he gently pulls you toward him and tightens his hold, pressing his chest against your back. You sigh and press your lips to his forearm, rubbing your nose against the tattooed skin.

Benny doesn't comment on that. That's something you like about him. That even when you do completely absurd things, he doesn't comment on it, doesn't deny it, just stands by you in silence. Just like now.

You take his hand in yours and squeeze it so hard that his rings dig into it. But you don't care. It's nice to finally have him this close.

Benny rests his chin on your shoulder and runs his nose against your temple. His beard gently tickles you, but you do nothing about it. It's been a long time since you've had this feeling of him close to you. You turn in his arms and snuggle into him.

Benny gently strokes your back with his hand, holding you close to him without a word as you revel in his scent. For a moment you forget why you should be mad at him and stay as far away from him as possible. So when his lips fall to your forehead and he presses a long kiss there, you grab his chin and steal the kiss from him.

His full, plump lips feel wonderful against yours and caress you nicely. You moan when you can finally taste his lips on yours again, and you remember how much you've missed this feeling. His hand roams over you, and you let him touch you wherever he wants. Benny, on the other hand, is confused. One moment you're yelling at him and you're angry, and the next you want him close to you and you kiss him like there's no tomorrow. It's a nice change. But Benny is afraid of how long it will last. Of how much longer will you want him? And will you want to leave again?

For now, he had you back in his arms. And he wanted to savour that feeling. And he will give you a goddamn reason to stay.

He cups your cheek in his hand and deepens the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth again, as if learning you all over again, before wrapping his tongue around yours. You sigh as his hand slides teasingly from your cheek, down your neck, over the valley of your breasts, and to the hem of your jeans.

"Benny..." You sigh as his cold fingers touch the skin of your stomach after he unbuttons your jeans TOO slowly.

"Do you want me to stop?" Benny almost chuckles at how fast and furious your head is shaking. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your bottom lip bitten in a desperate attempt to keep from making any sound as he gently brushes his fingers over your folds. The motel walls were thin after all. "Open your eyes for me, my little rascal, and say the words. After this, there will be no turning back."

You don't even think about turning back. You don't think about leaving him. You only think about how wonderful it is to have him by your side again, how wonderful his hands feel on you, and how much you want to kiss his stupid mouth until you both have enough breath. And that's exactly what you do.

With that form of agreement from you, his fingers gently delve into your folds, exploring previously familiar territory and teasing you unintentionally as he tries to appreciate every little second he has with you.

Sex with Benny was like that. Unique, intense, a long marathon. Because, as he said, you never know when it's the last time. Although you always prayed that it would never be the last time and that he and you will both live to experience another of your hot sessions.

For now, God listened to a sinner like you...

You almost scream as he digs his long fingers into you up to his knuckles. His rings rub against the entrance of your cunt, the even colder than his fingers metal is making you shiver. Benny kisses and nibbles your neck, leaving a trail of hickies from your lips to your collarbone.

His fingers slide in and out, pushing against that sweet spot inside you that makes you scream his name. His rings push through and enter your vagina, and you can see them glistening with your arousal. And it's fucking hot. As hot as Benny's hard manhood pressing against your thigh.

You dig your nails into his neck and moan into his ear as his thumbs is pressing your swollen clit, working with all his might to bring you to the edge of your orgasm.

You bite your lip, trying to muffle your moans and cries of pleasure so everyone in the motel doesn't hear you, but Benny won't have any of that. He kisses you hungrily and pulls his hand away from you completely. You gasp, lifting your hips and seeking his hand, but he doesn't resume his ministrations until a soft moan escapes your kiss-swollen lips.

"Such a good little desprate girl for me. You take my fingers so damn well now, wrapping your tight unused walls around them, and before when you were scandalously empty, you were a nasty little brat. I shouldn't reward you for running away from me, you know, my sweetest?" He mumbles in your ear with his hoarse voice, still refusing you the touch of his sinfully long fingers.

The tears in your eyes fall freely onto the pillow as you try to gather the last remnants of logical thought to somehow prove yourself to him, because you know you won't come if you just grind against him desperately in the hopes that he'll finally give you more.

"Please Benny… I… oh… I won't leave… I won't leave.."

You tangle your hand in his hair and tug on it, to which he lets out a soft growl from his plump lips. In punishment, he gently nips your collarbone, adding another hickey to the collection, as he thankfully pushes his fingers deep into your velvety wet and eager walls again and tries to bring you immense pleasure.

And it doesn't take him very long. A few thrusts of his fingers, kisses scattered across your neck, collarbone, and cleavage, and you're falling apart beneath him. Your brain is a useless mush as you come from the mere ministrations of his fingers and the dirty words he whispers in your ear. You're drunk on Benny, on the feel of his fingers inside you, his weight on you, and the burning marks his lips leave on your skin.

You lick your lips in anticipation for him to strip down so you can get to the main part, but he just flops onto his side next to you, ignoring the obvious hard soreness in his pants, and wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you against his chest.

"I missed it." He whispers, kissing your knuckles. You feel his grip on your hand tighten, but he doesn’t move to taste you on his fingers. He simply places your joined hands on his chest, his other hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.

You know this is the closest you'll get to an admission of guilt and an apology from him. So you accept it and gently snuggle into him.

"Good night, Benny." You whisper into his neck. He shivers.

Goosebumps appear on the skin of his neck, but he doesn't move. You just lie there, cuddled up to each other, and he presses a long kiss to the top of your head. You feel fulfilled, satisfied, happy,

He lies under you politely, ignoring his discomfort, and you know that this is some kind of sick punishment for himself. Yet you do nothing to stop it. He has to realise that he can't just take you on his bike and take you to hell knows where. He needs to realise that he can't be such a free spirit anymore if he really wants you. That he can't keep doing the shit he did with the Vandals.

Even if you're happy with how things turned out after he dargged you out of the town.

And when the next day he takes you to Florida and shows you the old family home that he inherited from his deceased father and says that he would love to burn this place down in the past, but now he wants to keep it and renovate it for you if you agree to stay with him as his wife, you know you can't stay mad at him forever. Especially not after he slides one of his rings off his finger and places it securely on yours in a silent promise and understanding between you.

You whether gonna be his wife or gonna smash up his bike, (you haven't decided yet) but in the end you gonna finally make him yours and only yours.

After all, he didn't get you back just for you to leave him again. You will stay with each other until the very end. Even if it would destroy you.

[lyrenminth]

have a request for a joe burrow fic can u do one where the reader has surgery and joe takes care of her in the hospital

Partnership

The pain started during the night. At the beginning you thought they were cramps, no big deal until the pain got worse and worse. You tried not to wake up Joe, who was peacefully sleeping next to you. You went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and you saw blood like you were in your period. You changed your underwear for a pad, but you were bleeding a lot, and you couldn't stand up from the pain. You started gasping for air, and cried silently.

Something was wrong.

Joe knocked the door and open it. "Babe, what's wrong?" He asked, when he saw you crying, sitting on the toilet his face changed from sleepy to alarmed in matter of seconds. "What's happen? Are you having cramps?" he got closer.

"I'm bleeding a lot, and I'm having a-a lot of pain" you cried "I can't stand up and I'm feeling dizzy"

"I'm calling an ambulance" he went back to the room, looking for his phone. When you started feeling wet your legs you realized it was blood. "Joe!" You called him, weakly.

After a couple of minutes, you were on his arms, he was carrying you outside the bedroom and laid you on the floor. You closed your eyes, sleepy. "Baby, hey, it's not time to sleep, baby" you felt a hand touch your face. His voice sounded distant but you could hear the worry and anxiety. "Hey, honey please, wake up, the ambulance it's closer but I need you to stay up, okay?"

You nodded, opening your eyes only to look at his blue eyes. Joe seemed like an angel coming for you. But he was frowning and talking to the phone.

You wanted to stay awake but he was getting blurred, and the world was so slow. "Baby, don't sleep, don't do this to me" fear, Joe was scared.

***

You woke up with the beeping sound of some device. You looked around, confused. Your eyes stopped on Joe, sleeping on the couch. He looked so peaceful and handsome as always. When you tried to incorporate, a pain in your lower abdomen made you flinch. You hissed and laid back again.

Joe woke up, and stood up, rubbing his eyes. "Are you up" he stated. "What happened?" you asked. "You were losing a lot of blood" he took your hand and squeeze slightly "Damn, I thought...I thought you wouldn't-" he shook his head, keeping the thought away "You scared me,bad" he kissed your forehead and looked for any sign of discomfort.

"Sorry, I don't know what happened" you apologize. "The doc said something about your left ovary" he explained a little embarrassed he couldn't provide more info. "Let me call a nurse"

Minutes later a doctor and a nurse entered the room.

"Oh, Mrs Burrow. How are you feeling now?" The doctor said, she was friendly.

"Better" you replied.

"Yes, we have to do a emergency surgery for your left ovary. You had an enormous cyst that exploded" she explained "you lost blood but we could bring you back"

Your breathe shakily. The nurse checked your pressure, while the doctor explained the process and your recovery.

"No lifting heavy things, and you need to rest. We're going to have you here for the day but tomorrow you can go to your house" she looked at Joe "I'm sure you are in good hands, he was so worried about you"

You looked at Joe but he was serious. Did you really scared him? There was a turmoil of emotions inside you.

Once you were alone, he was still holding your hand. You touch his hand, playing with his fingers. "Are you ok?" he had bags under his eyes, and looked a little bit messy.

"Yes, I'm tired. I was calling your parents and everyone to let them know the situation" he replied. "So don't worry about that, you need to rest"

Joe was with you until the last minute you left to the hospital. He helped you to get into the car, bought the medicine the doctor gave you and healthy food your dinner. "I need to take a bath, I feel sticky" you confessed, he snorted but help you to undress. He was so gently with you, you almost cry. When he tried to get into the shower, you stopped him. "Baby, I think I'm alright" you said, giving him a kiss.

"Are you sure?" he asked, but he was holding your elbows like you were leaving forever.

"Yes, I-I can do this"

"Just yell my name if you need something"

Once the shower was over, he looked for your clothes and help you to dress again. "Do you want me to braid your hair?" It was one of his hidden talents. When you taught him, he learned fast and actually like to braid your hair. "I find it relaxing" he explained.

You nodded and sat on a chair, and his hands caressing your hair relaxed you so much you were falling asleep.

"Joe" you mumbled, "Mmm?"

"Did I scared you?" silence, he never stopped moving his hand though "Yes"

"I'm sorry"

"Don't apologize. You didn't know"

"Joe, the doctor told me she had to removed my left ovary" you starting saying, finding the courage to continue "it's going to be difficult for me to get pregnant"

"That's ok, you are here right now. That's what matters"

" I know you wanted a family"

"Yes, but I want my wife to be healthy too"

"Thank you" you cried. His reassurance was relieving. When he finished braiding your hair, he brought you a soft dinner, and while you ate he took a shower.

Joe always took care of you when he could. As you did with him. You were a couple.

A team.

Thank you for this request. I have a similar fanfiction written about Joe too, but it's shorter. You can check it on the masterlist!

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Sdv bachelors reaction to you being upset/mad because they forgot your relationship anniversary

Sure thing 😊 Thanks for the ask!

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Wait, wha- But Sam made a few notes beforehand so he wouldn't forget! Here they are, right, um... right here... Uh, where are the notes?.... Where'd he put them? Oh no, babe, he's so sorry. Sammy didn't intentionally forget this important date, it was just a workload, and... He made a note on purpose! Why did he forgot... Sammy will make it up to Farmer, he promises. Forgive him, please... (How can you not forgive Sammy with those puppy dog eyes. And he will be true to his word - his and Farmer's anniversary day will be great despite this incident.).

Shiiiiiiit... Damn it... Shane feels awful now and is kicking himself for forgetting their anniversary. Yoba, what a fool he is... He's even ashamed to look Farmer in the eye when they so frustratingly remind him what day it is and that the chicken man forgot about it. Shane leaves Farmer alone for a while and then comes back to them, a big bouquet of flowers, their favourite sweetie and a sincere apology for screwing up so badly in front of them. He honestly admits his mistake, and promises to make it up to them. In return, he gets a kiss from Farmer and takes his word that he will not forget this important event again.

Here it is - the consequence of lack of sleep and overtime at the clinic.... Harvey planned to congratulate his beloved Farmer on the anniversary of their relationship, to inform them that he took the day off to relax today and celebrate together, and to prepare the necessary food for a romantic dinner. It was halfway through the day, and when Farmer, upset (quite deservedly so) asked the doctor what today is, it was as if Harvey had been struck by lightning. Of course, he immediately apologised to them and a romantic dinner was arranged after all, but he still felt guilty.

The smile on Alex's face, which had been glowing at the sight of Farmer, slowly slid down after his partner looked at him angrily. Uh-oh, did something happen? Had he done something wrong? The athlete didn't have to wonder for long when Farmer themself reminded him that today was, in fact, the anniversary of their relationship. Poor Alex looked at Farmer startled, realising that he had completely forgotten about it. A hundred apologies for the misdemeanour were shoveled on Farmer. He had screwed up, and he was sorry. Will the Farmer forgive him? He'll do anything: flowers, cinema, anything. Man, he felt so guilty...

When Farmer irritably told Elliott that "someone" had forgotten the anniversary of their relationship, the writer could not believe what he heard. No way he could have forgotten such an important date, it just couldn't be! However, when he realised what date it was today, he turned pale and lowered his gaze to the floor. Elliott thought the anniversary would be tomorrow.... What a fool he was! Yoba, this is... He'd done such a disservice to his partner, damn it! No, he's not going to let it go. Elliott will make it up to them, and he'll be apologising to Farmer for another whole week (Farmer hasn't held a grudge against the ginger man).

Wait, today? The anniversary is today? But Sebastian and Farmer had their first date on the 13th, and today is the 12th. Wait... Heck, they officially became a couple on the 12th, the very next day they went on a date. He got the dates wrong. He's sorry, Farmer, he doesn't realise how wrong he's been. Sebby knows it's a very unpleasant situation, but he will apologise to them sincerely for the date mix-up and get the motorbike ready. They are both about to go to celebrate their anniversary at a nice place, Farmer will definitely like it. He hopes Farmer won't hold a grudge against him, and promises not to let them down like that again.

[the-offside-rule]

Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Skating Rink

Day 3 of Christmas

"I hate this." Pablo said as he put one of the skates on his foot carefully. "Oh come on. I've had this booked since October. You knew this was coming up." Y/n, his girlfriend said. "What you didn't know was that I'd be unable to skate with the reason of, I don't know? Maybe my knee needing surgery?!" Pablo retorted. "And yet you still decided to come with me. I was going to ask your sister but you insisted." Pablo rolled his eyes and stood up. "Do you need the frame again?" She asked. Pablo scoffed. "There is no way, I am going to be using a frame that is made to help kids skate."

Pablo watched as his girlfriend skated rapidly around the rink as she simply used the kiddies Skating support frame. He mumbled to himself as he gently skated around before Y/n stopped going so quickly and simply skated alongside him. "It's a shame you had surgery. I think you would've been a pro at this if you hadn't had that injury." She smiled. "If I didn't have this injury, I'd be at training as we speak." She rolled her eyes. "No you wouldn't. This is like one of the few times a year you actually get the see me because I don't have college until January now." She grinned. "That just means I have more time to spend with you I the evenings." Pablo said, shrugging his shoulders. "Come on, I'll bring you for a skate. It looks less awkward when you have your girlfriend helping you." She said. "It may even look romantic." Pablo muttered. "Exactly. Now come on." She said and held onto him to bring his for a skate.

Without the frame was very different. He felt less stable and it didn't help that he still had a knee brace on either, but Y/n supported him enough to have little to now pain there. Y/n chuckled as she found her boyfriend holding onto her hands for dear life as she led him on carefully, making sure he wouldn’t fall. “Y/n! You’re going too fast!” Pablo shrieked as Y/n slowly went around a corner. “There is a child going around this rink quicker than us, babe.” 

"So?!" He shrieked. "It's okay! Look at me." She let go of him. He panicked, but then decided to hold onto the wall for support. "I can spin and go fast. I am so good at-" Just as she was spinning, she managed to slip. She felt a snap, followed by a sharp pain shooting up through her leg. Pablo laughed at first, before he heard her roaring in pain. "Y/n! Are you alright?"

Cut to an hour later, the pair were sat in the hospital. Doctors had been in and out showing her, her x-rays and offering her pain medication. She also needed ice for the swelling on her ankle. "Gracies." Pablo said as the last doctor left the room. "I can't believe I did this to myself." Y/n muttered. "Well, it can happen to anyone. I'm just happy you don't need surgery." He joked. "Well, it's not my ACL now, is it?" The pair grew quiet as the constant beeping, and people talking surrounded them.

"At least now we both can't use our legs. We have an excuse to stay home and watch movies all Christmas." Pablo mumbled. Y/n chuckled, before it turned into full on laughter. Not too long after, Pablo joined in. As the doctors came in, the laughter died down. She held onto her boyfriends hand and looked at him. "I love you." She sighed. "I love you too." He replied. I think it's safe to say the pair never went ice Skating again after that. They couldn't have a repeat ever again. And I don't think Y/n could ever live down how cocky she was.

[7nessasaryevils]

I'm back with things that made me clutch my chest, snap my neck, scream into the void etc etc... from ep 6 of Wandee Goodday.

Settle in my loves, we're in for one heck of a ride!

- starting us off strong with Yak waking up Dee, pouting about them not being able to see each other for a week because of the training camp, THE HEAD RUFFLE AND FOREHEAD KISS.... HELP ME IM GOING TO KILL THEM

- we're also back to the elephant pants and I cannot describe my happiness at seeing Yak wearing something that makes him comfortable while being with Dee

- that whole fucking montage... look at these domestic "we're just fuck buddies" assholes. Gentlemen, you wouldn't know "fuck buddies" if they were sucking your dick....

- TOOTHBRUSHES SIDE BY SIDE

- HES WEARING THE NECKLACE

- I had to physically stop myself from smacking my head into a wall at Yak's "I see you (Dee) more than I see her (Taem)" .... insert Scar's imsurroundedbyidiots.gif

- I love the way Dee thinks that Yoryak has no weakness? He genuinely seems surprised that Yak needs to go get trained 🥹🥹 also how worried he is when Yak explains his first loss...

- here's me toasting you Khun Yak for that sex joke 🤣👍🏽

-Patpran would be so proud... BET ERA MY BELOVED (if they fist bump I'll scream... oh phooey they didn't)

- them texting each other about their day... gwenchana gwenchana 😭😭😭

- I guess Oishi GreenTea is not sponsoring them 😅🤣

- Yak and Yei... just that scene...

- dee on the couch... quite obviously missing Yak... you dumbass ♥️🥺

- HE LEFT HIS PANTS THE- HE LEAVES CLOTHES AT DEE'S PLACE YOU DUMBASSES ARE SO INTO BOYFRIEND TERRITORY ITS OBVIOUS TO PLUTO!!

- that change in perspective... Golf... I see you and your masterful brain 👀👀👀

- HES WEARING THE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNTTTTTTSSSSSSS

- Dee making a mess on the mirror on purpose (I'm not crying I'm NOT)

- sweetheart... you're in love with Yoryak... 🥹🥺♥️

- Cher? My darling? Give Yei a really good blowjob when he comes back because your hubby is fucking SMART (also yak and yei sleeping on a bed together... adorable sibling behaviour)

- me when Yak walks outside: ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh wandee is gonna show up he's gonna show up he lost the bet he's gon- OHHHHH YAK CLOSED HIS EYES AND WHEN HE OPENS THEM DEE WILL BE THERE!!!!

- me when i turned out to be right:

- "the atmosphere here is nice." "It got even better with you here." SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!

- hey pot? I believe the kettle is calling you black.

- give me a kiss... look at these two idi-

- you know when you have to put your phone down because you cannot believe the audacity? Yeah... that's me when Yak points right to his lips. Sir. You dumbass.

- my knees just gave out

- nobody hold me back im about my plant my foot into Ter's face

- KAAAAAAOOOOOOO HI BABY!!

- oh no. Oh no no no no. This is one time I do NOT WANT a whole "oh there's only one bed"!!!!

- side note: is this what happened with Billy and Babe when they went to Japan? 🤔🤔 thank you Kao 🤣♥️

- forget my foot. I'm dropping a fucking ANVIL on this asshole's face- where does Ter get off making decisions for Dee???

- DONT KISS HIM BACK OFF STRANGER DANGER STRANGER DANGER YAK HELP!!! (edit: two mins later I was even more pissed off because Ter knows that Dee has a boyfriend, "fake" as it is, and he still tried to kiss Dee! This dickhead!!!)

- WELL DONE DEE!

- well done P'Golf!! HPV knowledge my beloved ♥️♥️

- Dee no!!! Don't think about that horse-faced dick doctor (if I had a quarter every time I said that, I'd have two quarters only... but weird for it to happen twice - fuck you Dr. Charlatan!!!)

- YAK! Come get your man!!

- I'm all for you two seeing each other again but NOT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET THATS HOW WE DIE!!! MOVE YOU DUMB GAYS! (Edit: Kay but now think of the fact that Dee is terrified of crossing the street and how easily he does it when it's Yak he's walking to...this is okay I'm okay I'm so okay)

- love and the city... p'golf you fucking genius

- kisses in the stairwell... gods they really want me to choke don't they?

- second time I had to put my phone down... Yoryak... I'm this close to drop-kicking you across the country

- my body is yours... and so is your heart you idiot get to that realization faster!!! Pat would be so disappointed!

- Kao coming in with those truths... my utmost respect for you sir 🫡🫡

- oh shit...

- TAEM YOU QUEEN YES!!

- DEE YOU DUMBASS NO!

- hats off to Cher and Yei being adorable and happy in their sex lives which includes phone sex!!! We approve!!!

- the side by side!!!! Interesting to think of it as a couple making love vs. a couple fucking but it's actually two couples in love... awww

- OYEI AND CHER LIP KISS THANK YOU P'GOLF!!!!

- Kao. Sir. I'm erecting temples in your honour. Making merit. Fasting. Praying for you to find someone who loves you the way you want to be loved. I'm doing it all for you because you fucking deserve it.

- the pink on Dee's face... sweetheart you're so in love with him 🥺🥺

- GROUP DATE!!!! And our resident idiot gays are in matching pants.... lord gimme strength

- feeding each oth- breathe Nessie breathe. The idiots know not how they hurt you.

- Yak recognizing that something's going on between Yei and Cher is such a lovely thing. Now if only he could realize stuff about himself and Dee!

- third time I put down my phone... but to cry because Yak remembers Dee's fear and holds his hand I'm fucking fine don't touch me

- oh no... Yei you got yourself mixed up with loan sharks! honey no!

- yak comparing the pics of him, Cher, Yei and Dee to the family picture... this epsiode really said we're going to stomp on your heart Nessie...

- they're still holding hands... fuck

- I'm begging whatever deity is listening to me: please don't let there be a scene where Dee tells the public about yak's secret place

- one more word and I'll kiss you... on the lips. (Okay but the fact that he says this and still thinks he might be in love with Taem makes me feel like this 👇🏽

- Yei you utter romantic sap 🥹🥹🥹🥹🫡

- the story of how Yei and Cher met... fucking fuck 😭😭😭

- and then ending it off with Dee knowing that no matter what his feelings, the fact that Yak is the only person who makes him feel at ease... FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK

this epsiode came for my whole existence and the next one... the next one is gonna have me on the floor THANKS!

[ghostlycomputerartisan]

This Was Unexpected PT.2

This Was Unexpected Pt.2 (Polyamorous Relationship with Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada) Reader is Female and uses she/her pronouns

!!!WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT! (Hizashi gets hard) Implied sex, language, MENTIONS OF PANIC ATTACK

Word Count: 2014

Hizashi's hand tightened in yours, you looked over at him. There was a look of what seemed to be happiness on his face, but for once it was hard to read. Then you looked over at Shota. Of course you couldn't read him. No one ever could. He was always blank faced. Sometimes he showed something. 

"I wanna keep it," you finally spoke up. 

Hizashi immediately wrapped you in his arms and held you. A few stray tears of happiness flowed down his face. Shota took a second before he as well wrapped his arms around you. 

You went to the doctor with the boys a few days after to see how far along you were. You ended up already being a month into pregnancy. 5 weeks. Obviously you weren't really showing yet. But you didn't want to tell your agency. They would force you to quit hero work until you fully recovered from having the baby for safety of you and the child's health. That was something you didn't want to do until later. 

"Babe, you can still w-"

"But I wouldn't be helping people on the field. I'd be stuck at a stupid desk all day, Zash."

"Well, how ab-" 

"No, I can still move around perfectly fine! My only setbacks right now are my mood swings and morning sickness, which goes away by noon for me. I can still do hero work"

"But I-"

"Hizashi. We will make sure Y/n tells them around month 4 or 5. Just let her do what she wants right now, nothings going to happen." Shota said.

He was currently driving us to another house showing. We decided we needed to upgrade the house before having a kid and since Shota was going to be going on a mission soon to rescue a little girl. Shota's talked about taking her in previously, once she gets checked out and is free to go. So you'll end up needing at least a three bedroom. 

"Thank you, baby!" You smiled at him, squeezing the hand that sat on your thigh. 

The house searching was actually really fun for you and Hizashi. Shota didn't find it as interesting since he didn't have as much of a nack for decorating. It didn't last long before you all were ready to go home for dinner. Plus, Shota had night patrol and needed to rest before having to get up. 

"What're we gonna have for dinner?"

"I don't know" you shrugged, "But I sure as hell ain't cooking, so probably left overs or a frozen meal out of the freezer"

"Whattt," Hizashi whined. "Why can't Sho cook tonight!!" 

"Did you forget that I have night patrol?"

"No, but..."

Shota sighed, "what do you want me to order?"

"YAY!!"

The second the three of you got home, Hizashi was running inside with your dinner. You rolled your eyes at him and closed the car door, looking over to the west, noticing the gorgeous sunset. Standing there for a minute, you felt an arm snake around your waist and hold you close. You rested your head on his chest.

"So pretty," you muttered.

"Mmmm, just like you, darling."

Hizashi snuck back outside from your apartment building and saw you two like that and took a few pictures. He saved it as his lock screen and the decided to go bother his two lovers. 

"Hey! Your dinners going to get cold!!" 

Smiling and looking back at him, "we're coming 'Zashi!"

"Way to ruin a moment," Shota mumbled, "what a dumb blonde."

You giggled and took Shota's hand, heading inside the apartments. When you got inside, Shota headed straight for the bedroom. You went over and sat with Hizashi at the small dining table and began eating with him. 

"Can we cuddle tonight?"

"Of course!!! We always do!!"

"No, I mean like... can we stay up and like, watch a movie and cuddle. We always cuddle while sleeping, but we don't cuddle that much when we're awake." 

"Aww, is my baby feelin' clingy! You're so cute babe!!"

You blushed and looked away from him. When you finished dinner, you checked the time, making sure that Shota didn't need to be up yet. You did some dishes while Hizashi figured out what to watch. You looked over at the clock. It was about 8:20. Shota didn't need to be up for another 10 minutes, but of course, you decided you wanted to go cuddle with him before he left too. 

You shuffled into the bedroom and climbed onto the bed where Aizawa was resting. You flipped him onto his back. You knew he was awake and just trying to ignore you to get some more rest before having to get up. He let out a heavy sigh as you straddled his hips, his hands coming up to rest on your waist. 

"Couldn't jus' lemme sleep?" He sighed, "jus' like 'Zashi"

You laid down on his chest, your head resting under his chin on his chest. His hands moved to play with your hair and the other, to rub up and down your back. You snuggle into his warm body, your hand resting on his chest, while the other grips at his tangled hair. You sighed in contentment, before you heard a sad whine escape your other partner. 

"Y/n!! You said you wanted to cuddle with me!!" 

"I do, I was just waking up Shota," you mumbled, eyes drooped shut.

"Well it looks like you're falling asleep with Shota, NOT waking him up!"

You giggled, eyes still shut, "I would never do that!"

Hizashi huffed, crawling into bed with his lovers and sitting on your butt and laying on top of the two of you.

You giggled again, not minding Yamada's extra weight on you. "Can we just not move?"

"Nope, I got work," Shota ruined the moment. 

You heard Hizashi and Shota share a few kisses, probably initiated by Hizashi. 

"Keep kissing me like that and we're gonna have more problems," Hizashi whined.

"Hizashi, It was basically just a few pecks! How the hell are you getting hard from basically nothing??" (This is that face palming emoji, like that's how I imagine this moment to be) 

"It's not my fault!!" He whined again,"you're both just so sexy!!" 

"Ewww!!! I can feel it on my butt!! Get off!!"

Hizashi pouted getting off of you and sitting next to his lovers on the bed. 

"What time is it Zash?" 

"Uhh," he picked up his phone, "It's 8:32"

Shota sighed, "I gotta get up, honey" 

You groaned, letting go and rolling off of him. You laid on your side, facing Hizashi. You kept your eyes closed, curling up to fall asleep. 

"Babe, it's only 8:30! You're gonna fall asleep so early!! What about cuddling!!"

"Too tired now!" you exclaimed.

"Come on Hizashi, leave her alone. Let's deal with your problem real quick so I can get to work. Unless Y/n wants to deal with you."

They both awaited your response.

"Mm-mm"

"Okay!" Yamada replied excitedly, jumping off the bed, heading towards the bathroom.

You laid in bed, holding a pillow and resting your eyes. You would've probably been able to sleep had it not been for the loud moaning. And muffled 'shhh, you're gonna wake her up!'. You half drifted off, hearing the bathroom door open and Hizashi shuffle out. He came and laid down with you and pulled you into his arms to cuddle you.

"Better?" you mumbled.

"Mhm"

Shota opened the bathroom door and came out. He sat down on the edge of the bed while putting his shoes on. Once he finished, he sat hunched over probably asking himself why he chose this life for himself. He got up and stretched before turning around to give you a kiss on your temples. You rolled over and pulled him in for a kiss on the lips. You pulled him in for another kiss, not wanting to let go. He lifted your chin and kissed you back gently. 

"I gotta go to work, baby," he mumbled against your lips.

"Mm-mm"

"Mhm"

"Come on babe, let 'em go"

"You're only okay with him leaving cause he fucked you," you pouted.

Shota let out a breathy chuckle before giving you one last kiss. Then giving Hizashi a kiss before heading out the door. You cuddled Hizashi with your hand in his long blonde hair, and your leg between his. You're head nuzzled into his neck below his chin. You kissed his neck softly. You felt him kiss your forehead a few times before reaching over and grabbing the blanket to lay over you two.

"You really going to sleep right now, baby?" 

You nodded slightly, holding him tighter. You felt him grab his phone out of his pocket, the arm under your head held it as he scrolled while the other gently glided up and down your side, occasionally cheekily reaching down to your ass to give it a squeeze. 

You drifted off to sleep till you heard Shota open the door to the bedroom quietly. He must've removed his shoes by the door since you didn't hear his steps. It was probably around 2 AM. You didn't hear anymore movement for a few seconds, then he shuffled over to the nightstand behind Hizashi. He put down his phone to charge and started changing into comfier clothes. He reached over both of you to grab Hizashi's phone, since he fell asleep while staring at it. He plugged it in and sat on the edge of the bed. Normally, he would just join you and you'd both fall asleep pretty easily since you woke up sometimes when he got home. 

"Sho?" You whispered, slowly sitting up, rubbing your eyes. "You okay, baby?"

"Mm-mm," he hummed. 

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You asked now more awake and aware, gently shaking Hizashi awake.

"Don't wake 'em," Aizawa muttered, "He's got an early shift, gotta sleep."

"Okay... Do you wanna go talk?" 

He let out a shaky sigh, "can we?"

You nodded, slipping out of bed and following Shota back out to the living room, quietly closing the bedroom door on the way. He took you out to the small balcony and sat down on the small chair in the corner pulling you to sit on his lap. You held him close to your chest, and he let out a few shaky breaths. His eyes were closed and his hold on you was tight. A few tears spilled down his face. A sob racked through his body. He rarely cried, let alone sob. He struggled to breathe for a second, seeming like he was about to have a panic attack. 

"Shhh, baby, breathe... Calm down honey... You're okay, you're safe" You tried to comfort. 

He matched his breathing to yours, but sobs still racked his body. It took him awhile to calm down. You stroked his hair gently. You didn't want to push him to tell you anything, so you sat there in silence till he was ready.

"There was a Nomu... We defeated it, but..." His breath hitched, "USJ."

"Flashback..."

He nodded. You sat in silence for a few minutes, holding him and playing with his hair. "I promise you're safe," he nodded again.

Hizashi opened the balcony door. He didn't say anything, he just walked over to you two, sitting on the armrest of the chair and hugging Shota. "Why didn't you wake me?" He mumbled, sleep evident in his voice but he still pouted.

"He told me not to wake you since you had morning patrol... 'm sorry, we weren't leaving you out, honey." You whispered, removing your hand from Shota's back and placing it on Hizashi's cheek. He leaned into your hand, enjoying the physical affection. One of Shota's arms remained around you while the other made its way around Hizashi's waist. You kissed Shota's forehead, and rested your cheek against it.

"Do you wanna go to bed?" You mumbled.

Shota nodded and you all piled off of him. You wiped off his remaining tears and led him to the bedroom. You each laid on opposite sides of Aizawa and wrapped your arms around around him. 

"We love you, baby," Hizashi whispered.

"Love you guys too"

[mikuni14]

The Sign - Ep 9

Babe's acting in this episode is simply 10/10. Everything: open grief and tiny nuances, micro-expressions. He's amazing.

I really liked the 'Tharn and the team' scene in the hospital, the support everyone showed Tharn, what they said to Phaya - everyone was very in character. I loved how Thongthai jumped on Dao on Tharn's behalf. Dao telling everyone what to do in their life, how to work, saying such cruel things to Tharn… she acts like she works for the doctor 😑

Phaya's almost dying experience made him look so pretty, just look! 😍

(me trying to flirt: dying all by yourself, handsome? 😎)

Phaya had another fantasy fight in The Upside Down with Vecna, saved again by Kate Bush his current ex-girlfriend.

Their "secret" mission, fighting in the club, omg, it was so embarassing 😭

I don't know how everyone in this series made it to adulthood being so stupid and not listening to others 😂 It happens all the time, they all get good advice or receive life lessons all the time and they're like, "got it" and do the EXACT opposite. They went rogue during training and it ended badly. They promised themselves they wouldn't do it again. And they do it again, only worse 🙃 Same thing with Phaya's necklace, it's been discussed so.many.times. And what does Tharn do? He takes the necklace with him. I'm not surprised that the abbot is bald, when I look at them I lose my hair too. Wasn't Chart the worst candidate ever? Or was he just pretending? I don't know. And I don't want to know.

Phaya can barely stand, he's pale and he looks like he's about to die, and yet the series decided it was the perfect moment for some love making. Ok, fine, but if they were going to kill Phaya with sex, they could have at least done an epic scene 😆 They didn't even want to do that *sigh*

This episode unfortunately continues what started a while back on The Sign. This means that PhayaTharn's content is completely going 📉📉, it's scraping the bottom. Still no high quality PhayaTharn scenes, we only get crumbs. I still find myself watching their scenes and thinking: this is such a great moment for a meanigful scene and… there's nothing. Someone please explain to me why we DIDN'T GET AN EMOTIONAL SCENE after Phaya woke up????? Why, when Phaya comes to Tharn, all we get is a short scene??? WHY WAS THARN AT THE HOUSE AT ALL?? Phaya almost died, Tharn went through a nightmare, it's begging for their scenes together that would relieve the emotions of the last few days, but fine, whatever, let's suck a dick lol I'm only speaking for myself, but I don't give a damn about police stuff, and it annoys me that there's more and more of it in the series, at the expense of PhayaTharn's scenes...

Phaya smiling at Tharn after waking up. "I'm sorry I couldn't recognize you" "You are only mine" *hand kissing* Fucking crumbs, but still 🥺

Phaya's big hands cupping Tharn's head 🥺🔥

[k-sickies]

They have a UTI (urinary tract infection..

Warning: mention of cramps, nausea, bladder etc.

- he does nor have a filter when he's with you

Lee Know

- would straight up go to you and tell you that smth is wrong but in way like:

"Oh damn Babe, I had to pee at least 50 times today at dance practice!"

and than he would just casually mention that it's kind of hurts when he has to pee

- at one point he would just sit on the couch or in bed and rub his lower stomach while looking frustrated

- doesn't really takes it seriously so he ends uo feeling really nauseous in the night from the constant urge to pee and the pain in his stomach

- will just casually ask you if you could get him new underwear if he leaked a bit

- please give him cuddles because he definitely will get frustrated

- "Jagiya..I wanna dance again but moving hurts.."

Hyunjin

- would be absolutely embarrassed, so embarrassed that he wouldn't even go to the doctors and just tries to ignore it completely

- will only tell you because it gets really bad or you will know because he just comes out of the bathroom crying

- please give him hugs and reassure him

- would love it if you get him a heating pad

- he would ask you to go to the doctor wirh him because he's too embarrassed ro talk about it alone

-"Honey? Could you..uh.. Can you come to the doctor with me..?"

Han

- doesn't even realise that it isn't normal

- is used to stomach cramps, nausea and suddenly urge to pee because of his anxiety

- he would only notice when he tells you and you tell him that it's not normal.

"What do you mean it's not normal that it hurts when I pee????"

- just wants to cuddle when he gets more nauseous

Felix

- immediately tells you but would also be shy about it

- "Jagiya? Can you cuddle me? I don't feels so well, you make me feel better"

- would gets super embarrassed if he accidentally leaked a bit (that can happen for man yk)

- just give him love and attention, he will feel immediately better

Seungmin

- wouldn't be embarrassed about it and just tells you

- probably already went to the doctor, responsible boy

- would ask you to bring him his meds and tea

- "I wouldn't mind some extra cuddles you know"

[lifetimeshipper]

The GrimBee Story

Chapter 26

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The next morning, Razorclaw was thinking about the two 'Cons and wondering how the femme was doing, so he went to check on them.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Soundwave asked when he saw Razorclaw was leaving.

"No, don't need them to think we're trying to catch them right now."

"Alright, be careful," Soundwave gently pulled his mate into a hug.

"I will be," Razorclaw said as he hugged him back. The two slowly broke away as Razorclaw headed off.

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Amberblade started waking up at the feeling of the sun beaming on her face, she looked and saw Ripjaw asleep, still holding her. With a smile, she nuzzled him lovingly.

He woke up and looked at her, "Morning. How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling much better. I think I just needed some Energon."

"I wish we had a doctor."

"I'm fine, Ripjaw, it's nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," she replied as she caressed his cheek.

"Let me know if you get the pains again."

"I will," she promised, "I left you half a cube if you want some."

"I'm okay, I'll have some later. I just want to lay with you for a while. What do you think is causing the pain?"

"I don't know."

"Well, whatever it is I'll help you through it."

"I know you will," she purred as she kissed him.

He purred as he kissed her back. I love you so much.

I love you too.

They broke from the kiss when they heard something outside the cave, they looked to see what was there. Razorclaw drove up to the mouth of the cave and transformed, "Uh, I wanted to see how you guys were doing."

"I thought I told you to leave," Ripjaw growled.

"You did but I wanted to tell you something."

"Why should we listen to you? For all I know, this could be a distraction so you Autobots can capture us."

"No, I'm alone, the others don't even know I'm here. Well, except for my mate but he won't say anything. I know what it's like to be on the run, I used to be a 'Con myself, and my mate was as well. I have some information that could explain her situation." Razorclaw pointed at Amberblade.

"Ripjaw, let's hear him out. I ran into him yesterday and he let me go," Amberblade told her mate gently.

Ripjaw looked at his mate, "You did? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to tell you but after last night I didn't want to make you worry even more. We just got here and I'm tired of running." She looked at the ground not wanting to see his anger. She really messed up this time.

"It's okay, babe. I just want you to be safe, I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you."

Razorclaw watched the two in silence not wanting to disturb their moment. He could feel how much they love each other, "I don't mean to interrupt but I may have an idea of what may be causing the chest pains."

"Alright, Autobot, let's hear it."

"She may be sparked."

Both their optics grew wide in surprise, "Are you certain?" Amberblade asked.

"It's just a hunch, there's one way we can find out for sure but you're not going to like it."

"How?" Amberblade cautiously asked.

"We have three medics, one of them could take a look--"

"We're not going to your base, Autobot," Ripjaw growled.

"You don't have to, I could try to get one of them to come here."

"And risk them telling the others our location? We're in danger just by you being here."

"I'll get Knock Out, he's an ex-con as well so he'll understand."

Ripjaw growled to himself as he weighed his options. It brought little comfort that this "Knock Out" used to be a Decepticon but he still didn't trust him. Razorclaw just stands there looking at him waiting for his answer. Ripjaw glanced at Amberblade, if something else happened he wouldn't be able to do anything, he didn't have the knowledge. With a heavy sigh, he looked at Razorclaw, "If I find out he said anything, I'll go after all of you."

"Fair enough. I'll be right back with him," Razorclaw said before he transformed and drove off.

Ripjaw sat beside Amberblade while they waited. Amberblade leaned against him, "Thank you."

Wrapping an arm around her he held her close, "You're welcome."

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Razorclaw drove back to the scrapyard and headed to Med Bay to look for Knock Out. Knock Out came out from his room after an hour of buffing, "Knock Out, is anyone else around?"

"No, do you need something?"

"You know those two 'Cons we've been after?"

"Yes," the medic replied wondering where he was going with this.

"Well, I had found them but the femme, Amberblade, is having problems. I think she might be sparked."

Knock Out blinked in shock, "And you haven't told anyone else?"

"Only Soundwave and now you. I promised them I would help and that you wouldn't say anything, please don't tell Bumblebee or anyone else."

"As a member of the Autobots I should but, since you're asking me as a medic, I won't say a word," he replied with a smirk.

"Thank you, Knock Out."

"But if either one of them messes up my paint job they're in for a world of hurt," he half-joked.

"No offense, but I don't think you could do anything to them, especially not him since he is a Dinobot."

"You've never seen what happens when a bot messes with my finish. Lead the way."

Without another word he headed out, leading Knock Out to where they are.

Ripjaw looked up when he heard the sound of engines coming closer. He got into a defensive position just in case.

Knock Out transformed and carefully made his way to the entrance of the cave, "Protective aren't we?"

"Of course. Wouldn't you be protective of your mate, especially if she's vulnerable?"

"Sorry, it's been a while since I've been with anyone. You can relax I'm not going to hurt her," he spoke as he got closer to them. Ripjaw relaxed a bit but still kept his guard up for anything.

Knock Out rolled his optics and knelt in front of Amberblade, "How long have you been having these chest pains?"

"For the past couple of days."

"Have you two been sparkbonded lately?" He asked as he scanned her chest.

"Yes, a few days ago. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Sparkbonding is what leads to the femme becoming sparked. Sometimes it happens when the couple sparkbonds for the first time," he replied as he looked at the results. "I need you to open your spark chamber for me," he told Amberblade. Amberblade looked at Ripjaw.

"Why does she need to do that?" He growled not liking the idea of another mech seeing her spark.

"So I can determine whether she's actually sparked or if it's some sort of disease in her spark."

With an inward growl, Ripjaw nodded, letting her know it was okay. She opened up her spark chamber for the doctor. Carefully taking a closer look he found what he was looking for, "You can close it," he spoke as he moved back.

She closed her spark chamber, "So, what is it?"

"You're sparked," Knock Out replied.

The two looked at him in shock, "What?"

"I'm sparked?" Amberblade asked with a squeak.

"Yes, you are," Knock Out chuckled.

Amberblade and Ripjaw looked at each other unsure of what to do, "I think Ripjaw is in more shock than Amberblade," Razorclaw whispered to the medic.

Knock Out chuckled, "Would appear so. So, what are you two gonna do?"

Amberblade snaps out of her shocked state and looks over at Ripjaw. What are we gonna do? Can we take care of a sparkling while we're on the run?

I don't know. I mean it's gonna be tough but I really want to keep it. We made it after all.

I agree. But being on the run isn't the life I want to give our sparkling.

So, you don't want to keep it?

I don't know. She replied as she brought a servo to her chest.

"Knock Out, I think we should leave and let them talk about this," Razorclaw told the medic, feeling the femme's fear.

"Yes, we should. If you need anything you know where to find me. But I will come every so often to check up on you."

"Wait," Amberblade called to the medic, "What if we told the other Autobots about what is going on? Would they leave us alone?"

"Not sure. I honestly doubt it to be truthful, they're really set on locking you two up."

"I'll turn myself in," Ripjaw spoke up, "We can barely get enough Energon for the two of us we won't be able to get enough Energon for the sparkling as well."

"No! We can think of something," Amberblade replied softly as she wrapped her arms around him.

I'll give up my share of Energon so you and the sparkling will have enough. Ripjaw tells her, he has to do whatever he can to help them survive. Ripjaw looked at the two, "Can you two leave us?"

Unknown to the two, Razorclaw could feel the hurt in Ripjaw, "Sure," he said as he and Knock Out turned to leave. Soundwave, I know I'm asking a lot but I need your help.

What is it?

I want to find them a place where they won't be bothered, and so they won't have to worry about the limited amount of Energon.

I'll take a look and see what I find.

I'm sorry for asking this of you when you have enough to do.

No worries, anything for you.

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

You better. Soundwave said teasingly.

After the two left, Ripjaw turned to look at Amberblade. He caressed her cheek as he felt his spark getting heavy, "I love you so much. Take good care of our sparkling," he told her before transforming into his Dino mode and running out.

Amberblade looked at him as he ran off, after a moment she figured out what he was doing, "Ripjaw, wait!" She shouted as she transformed and chased after him, "Please don't do this!!"

"Go back to the cave, Amberblade, you need to rest!"

Running as fast as she could she got in front of him to stop him, "I'm not gonna let you turn yourself in! I can't raise the sparkling by myself!"

"But how are we gonna take care of it when we can barely get enough Energon for the two of us?"

"You don't have to worry about that anymore," a voice replied from behind a tree.

Ripjaw got into a fighting stance as he looked in the direction the voice was coming from, "Who's there?"

Sideswipe came out from the shadows and activated his Decepticon hunter, "You two are going down."

Amberblade let out a growl as she went into a defensive stance when she saw the Autobot. Ripjaw growled as well, "Only take me, Autobot, leave Amberblade."

"Ripjaw, don't." She looked at him with pleading optics.

"Let Amberblade go and you can have me."

"Ripjaw, I'm going with you, and do not argue with me on this."

The two soon saw the rest of the Autobots coming out. All the Autobots came out and surrounded the two, giving them no space to escape.

We're in this together. Amberblade told Ripjaw as they watched the Autobots surrounding them.

"We're taking you both in," Bumblebee stated as he pointed his gun at them.

Before either one of them could say anything, Soundwave stood in front of the two Dinobots followed by Razorclaw, "Wait, Bumblebee."

"Out of the way you two," Bumblebee ordered.

"Hear us out first."

"Why should we?" Sideswipe asked, "We've been tracking those two for months and they have injured a number of us."

"Quiet, Sideswipe, let's hear what they have to say," Bumblebee says as he looks at Razorclaw and Soundwave.

"These two love each other, they mated and Amberblade is sparked. Do you really want to lock away a sparked femme? I know they did some bad stuff, especially him, but they are a couple that just wants to be together. How would you feel if a bot tried to tear you apart from Grimlock?" He looked at Steeljaw and Strongarm, "How would you feel if you were being kept from each other and couldn't be together?"

"We've already been through that and Steeljaw almost ripped a bot in half," Strongarm spoke up.

"All they want is to be together and left alone. Can't we do something for them?"

"All Cybertronians have the will to change," Optimus spoke, "Megatron changed, as did other Decepticons. We now have Megatron, Soundwave, Steeljaw, Thunderhoof, Razorclaw, Shockwave, and others who used to be Decepticons on our team after they changed. So I see no reason why we can't help them do the same."

Bumblebee vented out a sigh, "I agree with Optimus. Plus, we can't put a sparked femme in stasis. For now, I guess we can just put them in the barracks until we can figure something out."

"Thank you, Bumblebee."

"But you and Soundwave will look after them," Bumblebee told Razorclaw as he headed back to the scrapyard to be with Grimlock.

"I will."

Slowly the others started to head back as well. Soundwave intertwined one of his appendages with Razorclaw's tail. You did good.

Thanks, Soundwave.

You're welcome. I will keep looking for a place for them.

"Come on you two, I'll show you to the barracks."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Wolf-Con and the Cadet

Chapter 1

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[tngrace]

Once Upon a Bradbaby

Meet Caroline

I'm pretty sure @cycbaby gets thanks for the title. It was just too cute not to use. This was a joy to write and I can't wait to write the other kid fics. I hope yall enjoy 💙

🏷: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @bayisdying @askmarinaandothers @cycbaby @callsignscupcake @breadsquash @ladylanera

Grace knew the day they decided they were ready to expand their family that it wouldn't be an easy road due to her pcos. But she honestly didn't know how hard it would be, what an emotional rollercoaster it would actually entail. They decided to keep it private, Grace not wanting everyone to constantly be disappointed. She knew it was hard on Bradley keeping it a secret, but he did it for her.

The first year came and went with no results. She finally broke down and told Lucky and Cin one night at girls night when she'd had too much to drink. Her friends understood more than anything, and they just held her as she cried her eyes out. Lucky told Bradley what happened when he picked her up and she was already asleep. "Thanks girls," he whispered, accepting his own hugs from them.

Come July when she had her yearly, her doctor recommended they start testing. She went the beginning of August for a test to see if her tubes were even open and thankfully they were. She wasn't ready to start meds yet, but it was something they were considering. She was honestly afraid they would have to consider the fertility route and she wasn't sure they'd be able to afford it. She was trying to hold out hope that it would happen, but every period seemed to diminish it even more.

She loved all the trying just as much as Bradley. The sex was fantastic if she was being honest, and she loved how much Bradley wanted her, and wanted her to feel loved no matter what. When Cin announced her pregnancy, she was over the moon for her friend, but her heart broke just a little. It broke a little more when Lucky also got pregnant. Neither were planned, and she was truly excited to be an aunt. She couldn't wait, but she also cried that she couldn't give this to Bradley. She knew he'd make an amazing dad and she couldn't wait to see him as an uncle either. Her heart was just battered and bruised.

What she didn't know was that she was already three months pregnant when Lucky found out she was expecting. The tube test had flushed her tubes, and she'd gotten pregnant, but because she continued to have light and irregular periods she never realized it. With her having already gained back some of the weight she lost, her body didn't really change as her pregnancy progressed either.

They're at the Hard Deck one night about three months later, Grace having taken her break to hang out with everybody. She'd been feeling off all day, and Penny had tried to get her to go home, but she insisted she was fine. "Babe you ok?" Bradley asks quietly as she rests with her head on his shoulder, the conversation just swirling around her.

"Yea… just felt off all day. Penny told me to go home but I should stay busy." She cracks her jaw with a yawn and Bradley winces.

"Maybe you don't have to," he whispers. He knows she should start tomorrow and he knows she wants to stay busy to forget about it. But he'd be lying if didn't say he was at least a little bit hopeful they'd made a baby.

"I wish," she mumbles. A guy passes their table and his cologne is so strong, it almost knocks her over. Her stomach rolls, and Bradley swears he watches her turn green.

"Grace?"

She shakes her head and darts to the bathroom. Her head is hurting, she's tired and she just wants to cry. She's so tired of her body fucking with her. Bradley follows her, but since the bar is busy, he doesn't follow her in despite wanting too. He snags Lucky from the pool table, and sends her in. Grace is splashing water on her face trying to hold back tears.

"I'm fine Bay. I promise. I don't know what happened."

"You don't look fine." Her best friend has always been blunt and she appreciates it.

She gives her a soft chuckle before Cin joins them as well. "Everything ok Spice?"

"Yea. Just…" she shrugs. "Just my body fucking with me as usual. Should start tomorrow. I don't know what happened out there but I'll be fine. Might take Pen up on her offer to go home though."

The girls don't push, even though Baylie really wants too. They hug her and then follow her out, Bradley still by the door. "I'm fine. Nothing happened," she reassures him.

He wraps his arm across her shoulder holding her close. "Think we should head home?"

"Yea, I think so," she sighs. She knows he won't leave her side tonight and she loves him all the more for it, even if she feels bad that he's cutting his night short. "I'm just gonna go make sure they're good in the kitchen then I'll be back. Tell Penny for me?"

"Of course." He kisses her forehead and sends her off. Baylie keeps a close eye on her as she heads for the kitchen.

"Think she's ok?" Alana asks Baylie quietly following her gaze.

"No, probably not. But she will be." She gives Alana a sad smile, both of them wishing they could make it better. Before they can voice those thoughts though a clatter in the kitchen catches their attention and they head there, Bradley hot on their heels.

"I don't know what happened. She was fine and then she swayed and she hit the floor before I could reach her," Stacie says. She helps Grace in the kitchen a lot, especially on busy nights.

"She wasn't feeling good. It's ok Stacie. We got her," Alana reassures her, Baylie and Bradley already trying to wake Grace.

"Come on beautiful. We're going to the doctor," Bradley murmurs as she starts coming too.

"I'm fine," she whines.

"Clearly you're not," Baylie says unimpressed. Grace pouts, but in the next instant, she doubles over the garbage can puking. Baylie and Alana share a look, before sharing one with Bradley. "I don't think your body is just fucking with you," Baylie says gently.

Grace wipes her eyes of the tears, as Bradley holds her against him. "Tell that to the negative test then."

"We'll go with you, but we should probably go figure out what happened since you fainted," Alana offers instead.

"Fine," she sighs. Bradley grabs her things and the four of them head out to the Bronco. They find the closest walk-in clinic and they're luckily seen right away. They run some test and draw some blood, Grace focusing on Bradley and her friends during that so she doesn't pass out again. Baylie and Alana do an awesome job of distracting her while they wait and Bradley is thankful they're there.

"Well Mrs. Bradshaw it seems you are pregnant. I would recommend making an appointment with your OB in the morning and we'll happily send all this over."

Bradley and Grace are stunned; Baylie and Alana are ecstatic. "I told you," Baylie smiles.

"Wait, it's not possible. I've still had a period."

"Sometimes that happens. We want to do an ultrasound to confirm but your doctor will be better able to explain all of this to you."

Grace grabbed Bradley's hand effectively breaking him out of his shock. He leans over and kisses her, wiping her tears as the tech sets up around them. It doesn't take long before they hear a steady heartbeat and see their baby on the screen.

"Omg it's real. I…" Grace cries harder, Baylie and Alana taking quick videos for them. Bradley rests his forehead against hers, his own silent tears falling. "It's real," he whispers.

The tech wipes her stomach off, and Bradley helps her sit up. The tech explains that she's about six months along and everything looks just fine. They get a printout and then the Dr sends them on their way. They drop the girls back off at the Hard Deck to their husband's, after Grace hugs them both tight. "Thank you for being there," she whispers to them both.

"No where else we'd rather be," they assure her. She promises to call them tomorrow after her appointment.

After that things move smoothly. She has a May due date and the baby seems perfectly healthy. The nursery comes together easily despite the couple refusing to find out if it was a boy or girl. They'd been surprised up until this point, they figured what was one more.

By March, Baby B has decided to make mama feel as large as a house. It's almost like now that the secret is out, her body has decided to show all the signs of pregnancy. The baby still measures on the smaller side, but Grace swears she feels huge. Bradley dotes on her constantly too. He loves seeing her body change with pregnancy, even if it's just little things. Their friends declare them sickly sweet, even if Jake isn't any better with Alana.

By April, Grace is counting down the days until May. She doesn't get along that great with the girl they've hired to fill in for her, but they were desperate with only her for an applicant. She just can't wait to be away from the bitch. Then Baby B likes to play soccer with her bladder, loves when Daddy talks to him or her making them more excited, and absolutely refuses to want to sleep at night unless Bradley sings. "You already have our child spoiled," Grace pouts one night when she can't get comfortable.

Bradley's rubbing her back as he softly sings with a smile on his face. "That a bad thing?" he teases.

"No," she sighs resting her hands over his on her belly.

"Think you can sleep now?" Bradley starts playing with her hair, a sure fire way to put her to sleep, as he leaves one hand on her belly. The baby seems to have settled, and Bradley's back rub left her feeling relaxed.

"Yea I think so," she yawns as she snuggles up against him.

The next day, Baylie and Alana come to the Hard Deck to hang out with her while she works on finishing the blonde bitch's training. She knows Baylie has been dying to put this girl in her place, especially after the bitch hit on Jake and Mickey the other night. What she didn't expect however was for the girl to be dumb enough to provoke Baylie using Grace and the boys as her driving points that day.

It spiraled quickly into an all out brawl, Alana and Grace standing back watching as Penny called in the boys for backup. It only took a few punches for Baylie to make her point, and then she's tossing her out of the bar, threatening her to never come back. "Mickey's gonna kill us," Grace sighs as she gets Baylie set at a table and starts cleaning her knuckles. She gets her some ice too just as the boys arrive.

"You ok?" Bradley asks her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Yea. We're ok. Though Penny doesn't have a replacement for me, and your sister has some bruised knuckles again."

Bradley sighs as he looks over Lucky's hand. "She was a straight up bitch to your wife," Baylie says unapologetically. "Someone was glossing over how bad it really was," she says with a pointed look at Grace.

"You know I can handle myself sometimes. I have learned a thing or two from you."

"Not with my niece or nephew in there though. She was walking all over you."

Grace sighs as Alana agrees with Baylie on this one. "You girls ok?" Penny asks now that blondie is out of the bar.

"Yea we're good. Although now…"

"Don't even. We'll figure it out. Stacie can probably handle it and we can always just close the kitchen some nights. It's fine."

"Don't think I haven't noticed your winces either," Alana pops up from where Jake is rubbing her back.

"I'm fine," Grace groans as Bradley instantly is on alert. His hands go to her back to start rubbing, knowing exactly where she's hurting the most. The back rub feels amazing, and she won't admit she's been hurting all morning. "I'm gonna go set up the kitchen for tonight. Need anything?" She asks them.

"I think you're taking the night off," Penny insists.

"Pen…"

"Nope. You're taking the night off Grace. You need it. We'll figure the kitchen out some other time. I made it just fine before. A few weeks for you to be off won't hurt us."

"Thank you," she sighs, hugging Penny. At the same time she feels her legs get wet. She freezes, looking down to see the floor wet. "Oh shit," she murmurs.

"Well, you are definitely off now," Penny laughs.

"Its… no. It's too early. We still have four weeks to go." They all see the panic on her face as Bradley pulls her back against her chest.

"Go. Go. We'll go get the bag from the house and meet you there," Baylie says jumping them all into action. She hugs Grace tight. "It's going to be ok. Get to the hospital and we'll meet you there."

"I'll call everybody," Penny promises. They help Grace to the Bronco, Jake and Alana insisting they drive so Bradley doesn't have to. "Well meet you there," Baylie promises.

She and Mickey go to the house using their spare key to get in. They find Grace's bag in her closest, the baby bag and carseat inside the door of the nursery. Jake speeds to the hospital, Bradley holding Grace in the backseat. He wipes her tears, rubs her back and promises her everything will be ok.

Once settled in a room, the doctor on call assures her they will do everything they can, and that thirty-six weeks is perfectly safe. They check her and she's already at five centimeters. Once she's settled, Bradley tells everybody they can filter through to visit. Baylie gets there with the bag and Grace insists she stay with them. Mav is probably the most excited and before they know it the waiting room is full.

Unfortunately Grace has the worst back labor ever but she refuses an epidural, mainly because of her fear of needles. Bradley constantly rubs her back, Baylie helps her with the breathing exercises, she walks and does everything possible to relieve the pain. Its probably a good thing her labor doesn't last long; she's only at the hospital about five hours before she feels the need to push.

Baylie is a solid rock the whole time, reminding her to breath and encourage her. Bradley was amazed at the strength of his girl, despite knowing how amazing she is. "Just a few more pushes, Grace," the doctor says.

"I can't," she cries, the pain unbearable.

Bradley grabs her face gently, wiping the tears and sweat away. "You can baby, you can. You've almost got this and then we can meet our baby. Bay and I got you. You can do this."

She gives him a shaky nod as Baylie squeezes her hand in agreement. It only takes about three more pushes before the head is out. She pants as the doctor instructs and then pushes their baby the rest of the way into the doctor's waiting hands. The baby starts crying immediately, and Grace feels immense relief. They lay the baby on her; "Congrats mommy and daddy its a girl!"

Bradley rests his head against Grace's as their tears mix as they both have hands on their baby, Baylie snapping several pictures for them. "Dad would you like to cut the cord?" They ask after a few minutes.

"Yea," he says quietly as they show him what to do. Once the cords been cut, they take the baby to get weighed, measured, and clean, Grace insisting Bradley go with her.

"I got her," Baylie promises, refusing to leave her side.

While the baby is getting cleaned up, they work on cleaning Grace up as well. Before she knows it, her baby girl is back in her arms, Bradley back at her side.

"She's five pounds two ounces and eighteen inches long," Bradley tells them.

"Our tiny girl," Grace whispers as she rubs the baby's cheek.

"I'm going to give you two a few minutes with her. Just yell when you're ready for visitors."

"Here you can show this picture," Bradley says, sending a picture of the baby girl all wrapped up after getting cleaned up. "We'll come get ya in a few," he promises.

They take a few minutes to admire their baby girl. "She's perfect," Grace whispers.

"Like her mama," Bradley smiles. She does look like Grace, but she also has some features that look like Bradley. They take about thirty minutes with her, Grace getting her to nurse a little before Bradley goes to get everybody. They bring Baylie and Mickey back first since they're the godparents, then Mav, Slider and Whiskey. After them is Jake and Alana and then everybody else that is there.

Mav cries when they tell him her name. "We named her after mom and dad," Bradley tells him as his godfather holds his grandbaby.

"They'd be so proud of you," Mav tells him softly. "She's beautiful."

Grace is exhausted by the time everybody leaves, but they FaceTime Kevin before she falls asleep. "Ready to meet your niece?" She asks as soon as Kevin answers.

The girls crowd around him making Grace smile even more. "I didn't know you had the girls," she smiles.

"Yea got them this morning. We didn't know we'd be meeting a baby today though."

"We didn't either," Bradley laughs finally coming into the screen. The girls all coo and awww over seeing the baby asleep in Bradley's arms. Grace turns the camera more so they could see the baby girl.

"Meet your niece and baby cousin, Caroline Nicole," she smiles.

"Beautiful name. Everything good?" Kevin asked.

"Yea so far. They don't see any problems with her being early."

"When can we come see her?" Sara asks her aunt.

"I think your dad has a trip planned for when you're out of school."

"But we don't wanna wait," Cara pouts.

"Sorry kiddos. Gotta finish school. It's just a couple more weeks. We fly out the day you finish," Kevin promises.

"We'll send lots of pictures between now and then and you can FaceTime anytime your dad says it's ok," Bradley promises.

"Ok," the girls sigh.

"We need to let Auntie Grace get some rest. We'll call back soon," Kevin tells them before they all say their goodbyes.

"Kev's right. Get some rest baby."

Grace lays her head on Bradley's shoulder, while he continues to hold Caroline, and promptly falls asleep. Caroline does well and they're home within a couple of days ready to start their life as a family of three now.

[candygirly06]

I knew him, all too well 💋

Babes and besties,

You are never who you think you are. Who you are in your mind will never become who you are in real life. Unless you decide to do so. 

A bit of a counterintuitive point, I know. But it's just that when life gives you lemons, make cotton candy- no I'm sorry

this post does seem a bit out of sorts, like you want to know it has meaning, and maybe it does. You'll have to read further to find out. 

I know I'm not the best in much, I may not even be good at some, but I know I am worth it. Which is why I broke the heart of the one guy who loved me more than life itself. 

I didn't mean to, of course, and I won't make excuses by saying "I didn't know what I was doing' or 'I was working on myself.' I knew what I was getting into, I set myself up for failure, and I wanted to break his heart from the beginning. 

Do you think me cruel? I assure you that you have every right to do so. But hold your high horse and judge me after you have listened to the entire story. It all began around the time when schools had recently opened again, and I was on a whim to get over my first shitty relationship and flirted with every guy I see fit. I met him on my way back from school, he goes in the same subway as me, a little further down the line but in the same one nonetheless, and I was dead set on impressing him and making him fall in love with me. 

Why? Because I wanted that validation, I craved it. And it took us a while and a lot of fights to get there but we did eventually start dating, he confessed, obviously. And it was quite cute too, it happened on valentine's Day. We dated for a total of roughly 4 months. I only liked him (or made him like me) because my friend had a crush on his friend, and we were more often than not, fantasizing about going on double dates and everything. Turns out, my friend meant to go out with my ex the whole time, would you like to know more about that? Just drop a comment and I'll see if I can make it happen. 

Coming back to I and him, the first two months were absolute bliss, we called each other 'mi amor', and shared our first date, our first kiss, he always made sure to compliment me in every conversation, agreed to every whim of mine, and was also a little nervous, but in an adorable way. He was always responsive to me, we were in communication about everything and nothing, and he came over to my house. You must be wondering at this point, when does it go downhill? Sorry to disappoint, but it quite actually never did. 

There is no twist of fate, neither of us did anything wrong or right, exams came around, we stayed strong, we got holidays, we stayed strong, the only little thing was, I wanted a fling, and he wanted a relationship. I realized this at the beginning, but I never made any moves to communicate this, in fact, I went along with his dreams about us, about how we'd move in together, work together, maybe even get married, have kids, the whole shebang. 

Would you say that I'm a fuckboy? Would you think that I used him? Or would you say that I'm the reason that he would never trust another woman again? Well, you are wrong. As broken as I might've been, I always supported him when he needed it. He wanted to be a doctor, so he had to study a lot, but he also loved playing video games, and basketball, and just having fun with his friends, I was there for him through his entire meltdown, I helped him create a schedule that he could stick to, I gave him contacts for people that might be of help to him from my network, I consoled him, and I never left him when it was a difficult time for him. He knew me for all of 8 months, maybe, I wouldn't put it past him for not thinking of me as a priority, especially when I didn't consider him mine. 

All of that is good and well, but why did I actually leave him? How did I end up breaking the heart of the only guy who ever made me feel like myself when I didn't even know who I was? How did it even end? 

You can find that out in my next part and until then

It was lovely writing to you,

stay chic and candy

xoxo

candy girl 💋

[albertasunrise]

The Unexpected Gift - Part 5

Masterlist

Summary: When a baby girl is dropped on Javier Peña's doorstep with a note claiming she's his, he's suddenly thrust into fatherhood. With no clue what to do, he will need all the help he can get if he's not to stumble at the first hurdle.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader, Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to list any warnings. This will be 18+ as chapters progress. If you are triggered by anything to do with babies then read at your own risk... Sorry in advance 😅

Series Masterlist- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

You sat there and watched Javier as he slept soundly, the painkillers doing their job. María was sucking eagerly at her sippy cup in your arms, not a care in the world or an understanding of how just a few weeks prior, she'd almost lost her Papi. You still weren't able to wipe it from your memory and you weren't sure you ever would but as you sat in that chair and you watched the agent sleep you knew you had to do better by him.

By her.

...

3 weeks ago...

You'd been sitting vigil at Javier's side for hours.

Connie and Steve had gone home a few hours ago to relieve Claire and you'd said you would stay with him. You had called Jason beforehand to let him know you wouldn't be home and then you'd taken your place at the agent's side. Held his hand and silently prayed for him to pull through.

The doctor had come by, explained his injuries and how severe they were. He'd lost a massive amount of blood, was lucky to even make it to the hospital. He'd told you it had taken numerous blood transfusions to stabilise the agent and that the damage to the artery have been severe, he was lucky he'd lived this long.

You were sipping a coffee that one of the nurses had kindly brought you when it had happened. Alarms had started to blare and the room had filled with bodies, your own being pushed to one side.

You managed to catch bits of Spanish here and there. You caught 'crashing' and 'we're losing him' and your knees gave out from underneath you. You watched from where you were curled up on the floor as they shocked him and pumped air into him, silent tears streaming down your face.

"Él está de vuelta." (He's back.) A nurse stated as another hooked his breathing tube back up and you allowed yourself to cry openly as two hands guided you back to your chair.

...

A knock at Javier's door tore your attention away from the agent and you carefully stood from your chair and went to answer it, sighing when Jason was revealed to you.

"What are you doing here?" You grumbled, rolling your eyes when he pushed past you "Jason?"

"I came by to see you." He replied as he placed a few food items on Javier's table "I haven't seen you in a few days so thought we could have dinner together."

"I've been taking care of Javier, Jason, you know that."

"Yeah well... You have a boyfriend that needs you too." He growled and you took a step back in shock at his statement.

'Sorry you feel like I've neglected you but Javi's not able to do anything for himself right now so he needs me." You argued, "And so does María."

"So what?..." He starts as he paused his task of unpacking the bag "I'm just supposed to sit in the apartment across the hall and wait for him to get better?"

"No... That's not what I'm saying..."

"But it's what you're implying." He snapped "You know... People have been talking."

"About?"

"About how you're clearly cheating on me." He started, his tone taking on an accusing edge "That you're here, screwing his brains out whilst I sit there and wait for him to ditch you so that you'll come running back to me."

"You don't believe that do you?" You practically squeaked and Jason shrugged.

"I don't know what goes on behind closed doors." He stated and you gasped at his reply.

"So you don't trust me."

It wasn't a question.

"Of course I do." He piped up, his eyes panicky as he stepped towards you "I just think perhaps, to save your dignity, someone else should take care of Javier from now on."

"My dignity?"

"Babe... I warned you that people would talk."

...

1 week ago...

"Absolutely not!" Jason argued as he threw the magazine he'd been reading down on the coffee table.

"Jason-"

"Why can't Steve or Connie take care of him?" He growled and you sighed.

"Because they have a baby to take care of and Steve still has to work despite what happened to Javi." You answered and he groaned.

"So I'm just, not going to see you?"

"I'll be across the hall." You sniggered but he didn't see the humour in this at all.

"You know he has a reputation." He said as he pointed at the door "He uses women and tosses them."

"His sex life has nothing to do with me."

"You know people will talk right?" He pushed and you sighed "You staying at his house and nursing him back to health are going to set tongues wagging."

"You have nothing to worry about sweetheart." You assured him "Javier Peńa doesn't want me."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because he's beautiful." You replied sadly "And I'm not."

...

"So what if people are talking." You growled as you returned to the present "I'm with you, Jason... Javier is my friend and I am taking care of him whilst he recovers, that's all."

Jason nodded and you smiled sweetly at him.

"Besides." You started, smirking a little "Javi's not going to be fucking anyone any time soon. That gunshot wound saw to that." You finished, your tone taking on a sympathetic tone.

"Can we eat?" He asked, his eyes drifting down to María who was watching you both with interest.

"Sure." You nodded "Let's eat."

He left a few hours later. You put down María and went to check on Javier before going to bed, inspecting his dressings and such to ensure they were healing. You blushed when you peeled back the blanket to take a look, the underwear that Peńa was wearing leaving little to the imagination.

"At least by me dinner first." Came a weary voice and you jumped at the sound of it, clutching your chest as you willed your heart to slow.

"Jesus Javi, you scared me." You said as you panted "I was just checking your dressing is all."

"It's fine." He replied, his voice a little stronger as his awareness returned to him a little more with each moment that passed "I was just teasing."

"Well, it looks good." You stated "Healing nicely."

"Good." Javier replied, giving you a slight nod as you pulled the cover back over him again.

"Good night Javi." You said softly as you stood to leave, stopping in your tracks when a strong hand grabbed your wrist.

"Stay with me?" He asked, his voice sounding small and vulnerable "You can't be comfortable on that couch."

"It's fine Javi." You said as you pulled your hand from his grasp.

"Please?"

"It wouldn't be appropriate." You replied before leaving him and his heart sunk a little.

"No... I guess it's not." He mumbled to himself before sleep took hold again.

The following morning you were up and dressed before Javier stirred but his pained grunts alerted you to his being awake. You sprinted into the bedroom just in time to help him up and out of bed before you helped him into a pair of sweats and out into the lounge.

"María's not awake yet." You said as you walked into the kitchen to grab a coffee for him "But I expect she will be soon."

"She's definitely an early riser." He chuckled, nodding in thanks as you handed him the steaming mug.

"You're on to a lighter dose of pain meds now so you won't feel as drowsy." You stated as you waved the box at him "I have to go into the office for a few hours. Claire's coming round to take care of María and Connie will be by later to do your check-up."

"Action-packed day." He jested and you rolled your eyes at him "You seen Jason lately?" He asked and you nodded.

"He brought some dinner round last night." You replied.

"That was nice of him."

"Yeah."

"Just yeah?" Javier questioned and you sighed "Something up with you two?"

"It's just... it kinda felt like he was checking up on me." You replied and Peña's brows drew together.

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Well, he said that people had been talking about me in the office." You started "Saying I'm cheating with you... which is ridiculous."

Ouch

"People talk." Javier declared "I wouldn't worry about it... He trusts you though, right?"

You shrugged and that made him frown even more.

"He uh... Well, he says he does but I don't think he was being truthful."

"Want me to talk to him?" The agent asked and you chuckled at that as you gave him a sweet smile.

"It's okay." You replied, shaking your head "I said he has nothing to worry about."

"Yeah?" You nodded.

"Yeah." You replied nonchalantly "Not like there's any chance you'll come chasing after me." You chuckled, turning your head at the knock that sounded from the door "Claire's here! I'll see you later."

"Right..." He said, his tone distracted "See you later."

...

Connie was round at little after one to check on him. He was glad to see her, he struggled to be around Claire. She was sweet. Attentive and great with María but it was also clear that she was attracted to him and that!

, in turn, made him uncomfortable.

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it a few times. She was attractive enough but the whole situation was so cliché. Sleeping with the nanny, how much more cliché could it get?

He also felt guilty about it. Sure you and he weren't together but to him, having these thoughts about another woman whilst pining after you made him feel dirty. He felt like if he acted on it, he'd be betraying you, and so he pushed them aside and focused on his daughter.

He felt guilty that he spent her birthday unconscious in the hospital. Sure he'd been fighting for his life but he should have been there with her. Holding her as the cake Connie had made was placed on the table in front of her and helping her blow out that candle.

"How does she like her bouncy chair?" She asked, pulling his attention back to the present.

"She seems to love it." He chuckled "Literally racing around the house in it all the time. Making a racket."

"Sorry about that." Connie said sheepishly and Javier snorted at her reaction.

"It's fine. Honestly, it makes me smile to see her enjoying herself." He said as he grew distracted again and Connie noticed "I'm glad she's happy."

"Are you?" She asked and Javier gave her a bemused look "Are you happy, Javier?"

"I'm happy that she's happy." He replied and she sighed.

"That's not an answer." She pushed and he groaned.

"Well, it's the best I can offer." He snapped "She's happy and I'm happy that she's happy... Despite it-"

"Being with someone else." Connie finished for him "Just tell her how you feel."

"She won't believe me." He bemoaned "Just this morning she voiced her disbelief in anything ever happening with me and the more she says it the more it hurts."

"If you don't tell her, she's going to carry on thinking that way." Connie argued as she placed a comforting hand on his "Just tell her. What have you got to lose?"

"Everything." He sighed as his head dropped back on the couch "I could lose everything."

Later that evening, he was surprised to find Steve walking through the door instead of you. His partner had a bag in hand, the smells permeating from it making his mouth water.

"Got your favourite." He said as he placed it down and went to fetch some plates.

"What are you-"

"Doing here?" Steve jumped in and Javier nodded.

"Not that I don't like seeing you."

Your name slipped from Steve's lips as he served up the food and Javier perked up at its mention "Asked if I could stay with you tonight. She uh... Well I think Jason was missing her so is taking her on some special night out I think."

"Oh, right." Javier replied, unable to hide how disheartened this information made him feel "She deserves it." He said after a few moments, earning a hum of approval from Steve.

"That she does." He agreed before handing his partner a plate.

They ate in silence, nothing but the occasional squeak coming through the baby monitor and the tv across from them. When the food was finished, Steve washed the dishes and changed María when she started to cry. Leaving Javier alone to ponder how your night was going.

Better than his, he hoped.

...

Your night had started well.

It was the events that followed that had led to your early departure.

Jason had taken you to a nice restaurant in the safer part of the city. It was a fancy place and despite wearing the nicest dress you owned, you felt underdressed. He had not stopped talking from the moment you sat down but you'd supposed it was because you hadn't seen him much lately. He had a lot to catch you up, on.

Then when dinner was finished and the bill was paid, he took you for a walk through a park nearby. It was still lit up from the fairy lights they'd hung at Christmas and the trees seemed to sparkle around you. It was a beautiful setting, and so Jason had decided that it was the perfect place to ask you a question you'd never expected.

"Isn't it beautiful?" You asked him as you turned on your heels, gasping when you found him on one knee "Jason?"

"I know this is kinda soon." He started, his hands visibly shaking with nerves "But I think when you know you know... and I know that you're the woman I want to spend the rest of my days with."

You were stood there, gobsmacked as he pulled open the velvet box in his hands to reveal a spectacular ring.

"You make me feel safe. I am happy and content with you and I think that's all we need from life." He continued and your heart ached a little "Some seek thrills and passion and fire but not us." He stated, shaking his head "We settle for safety and comfort and I have all that with you. So will you do me the greatest honour, and marry me?"

You were lost for words.

When Philip had proposed, you hadn't hesitated. You'd known it was what you wanted from the moment he got down on one knee but now, as Jason mirrored that. You didn't know.

"I..." You trailed off, unable to find the words for him.

"It's sudden I know." He said as he got up and placed the ring box in your hands "And you don't have to give me an answer right now. Just..." He paused a moment, cupping your face in his hands and looking you squarely in the eyes "Take all the time you need."

As you arrived home, you found you couldn't be alone with him so after giving him your excuses, you made your way over to Javier's apartment, taking both men by surprise when you walked through the door.

"Didn't think you'd be back tonight." Steve said as he rose from his seat, concern filling his features "Did something happen?"

"Could say that." You replied, placing your coat on the table and cussing when the box slipped from your pocket, bouncing off of the floor.

"He proposed?" Steve yelled and you jumped at the sudden raised voice "Sorry." He said after receiving a glare from you and his partner.

"Yeah." Javier felt sick.

"And?" Steve pushed and you sighed "I told him I needed some time. It's quite soon and Philip hasn't been gone that long..."

"Do you love him?"

"Uh..." You hesitated a moment before nodding "Yes."

"Then your answer should be easy." Steve stated with a shrug "You staying? Or you heading back in a few?"

"No, I'm staying." You stated as you shook your head "Just needed some space to think."

"That's fair enough." Steve replied, "Well I'll leave you to it."

With that, the younger agent left. You stood there a few moments, heart hammering as you felt Javier's eyes on you but you were too afraid to look. Finally, when you did allow yourself to glance at him you were met with sadness.

"What?" You asked, unsure how to react to Javier's obvious distress.

"Why didn't you say yes?" He asked, taking you by surprise.

"Because I don't know if it's what I want." You answered truthfully "I love him... But I don't think I'm in love with him and that's why I can't give him an answer right now."

Silence fell over you both for a while. Javier looked so hurt and you didn't understand. Why did he care whether or not you married Jason or not?

"Don't marry him." Javier piped up after a while, his voice breaking as he spoke "Please don't marry him."

"Why?" You snapped "Why does it matter to you?"

"Because I'm in love with you." He shouted, instantly regretting his raised voice and praying it didn't wake the baby.

"What?" You asked after a few tense moments, tears falling from your eyes as you glared at him.

"I'm in love with you." He repeated, have been for months.

"Bullshit." You snapped and he groaned.

"And that reaction is the exact reason why I didn't tell you sooner." He grumbled as he shifted in his seat in an attempt to get comfortable "You'll never believe me so... So I've suffered in silence but I can't sit by and watch you marry a man who doesn't deserve you."

"And who does deserve me, Javier... you?"

"I'll never, the chance, I would show you how perfect you are for as long as you would let me, but I know nothing I can say will lead you to believe me."

You didn't know what to say. For the second time that evening, you were lost for words.

You wanted to believe him. He was saying all the words you'd longed to hear from him since your friendship began, but as you sat there, staring at him, you found that your insecurities wouldn’t let you.

"As flattered as I am by your words. You're right." You started, and his head tilted to one side as he waited for you to elaborate "People like you, don't end up with people like me."

"What-"

You held your hand up to stop him as you let out a shaky breath.

"I can see what you're trying to do and I appreciate it.

"What? I'm telling you the truth." He said as he threw his hands up in exasperation.

"Maybe you think you love me, Javier, but you don't." You said, shaking your head.

"I do."

"No." You growled "No... You belong with someone beautiful."

"But you are." He sobbed, and you smiled at him sadly.

The two of you went to sleep that night with Peña's confession hanging over your heads. As morning came and you readied yourself for work, not uttering a word to the agent before leaving. Javier's heart ached as he watched you leave.

Your blatant rejection of his feelings left him feeling hollow and low, something Claire picked up on the moment she walked through the door.

You on the other hand felt conflicted and confused. The more you thought about what he said, the more you started to wonder if you could believe it.

That Javier Peña loved you.

You decided to ask Connie about it when the two of you met for lunch. She'd been the one to tell you he had feelings for you in the first place so you hoped she could help you decide.

Javier or Jason.

Connie knew you were itching to ask her something from the moment you sat down across from her. You were squirming in your seat, fiddling with your empty glass and sighing more than a child in want of attention.

"Come out with it." She said when she could take no more.

"What?" You asked innocently and she smirked at your expression.

"Something is going on with you so spill."

"Javier told me he loves me."

"WHAT?" Connie screeched and you chuckled "About time."

"Yeah?"

"Girl, he's been pining over you for months." She chuckled "I've been telling him to tell you how he feels but he just assumed you'd reject him."

"I kinda did." You replied sheepishly, your guilt taking hold.

"What... Why?"

"Because guys like him don't go for girls like me."

"What? Beautiful, kind, funny girls?"

"Connie-"

"Do you love him?" She asked, her husband's question echoing in your mind.

"Yes." You replied without hesitation.

"Then tell him."

Hearing Connie tell you all she had, had cemented for you what you needed to do. You needed to tell Javier how you felt and you needed to tell Jason the truth. So you watched that clock all day, leaving the moment it struck five and raced through the streets to get home. You couldn't believe this was happening. That Javier Peña was in love with you and that after you told him you returned those feelings, you may well end up together.

You couldn't open the door fast enough.

"Javier I-"

You were stopped in your tracks by the sight of him kissing Claire in the kitchen. He pulled away, eyes widening when he saw you.

"I knew it couldn't have been true." You sobbed as you turned and sprinted out, ignoring Javier's calls for you.

He hobbled as fast as his leg could take him, making it to your door just as you said the worst four words he'd ever heard.

"Yes." You nodded at Jason "I'll marry you." You finished before your eyes locked with Javier's as he clung to the doorway.

Fat tears rolling down his face as he watched his one chance at true love promise themselves to another.

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No worries, here it goes!!☺️☺️

@lifeisnotreality

Lucky! | Woods x Reader

He was sitting in the waiting room for a while, wondering if everything was okay. Woods got a call from your dear friend that you got sick and that she needed to drive you to the hospital.

Random scenarios went through his head. Did you eat something? Did something or someone cause your sickness? Were you stressed that much on your work? What will happen to you? He was thinking about everything and that got him nervous to that point he couldn't sit anymore. Frank was walking in hallway for few minutes until the doctor came out of his office.

He stood in front of him waiting for news, for a small sign. Anything.

"Doc, how is she?"

"She needs to be tested for blood, so she will need to stay few more hours." Oh god how he feared for this answer. Woods sat down on chair again, pale like never before. His whole life was replaying in his head.

The way he grew up, how he signed up in marine corps, the way how he progressed and ended in CIA. And then how he met you.

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It was hilarious how you two met. Both of you met in the bar, not by him approaching you or contrary. He got punched in the face by you. Why? Because Woods and his friend were bullying your younger sibling. More provoking than bullying but for you at that moment was the same thing.

Your sibling pulled you away from them not wanting any problems with them or with the owner of the bar who was your family friend.You two went in the corner of the bar and sat at the table with your drinks. They thanked you, and you two sat for a while chatting until he came to you. Same middle age beared man you had punched few minutes ago, was now in front of you, not to have a fight with you. Instead he wanted to apologize. Your sibling accepted it, but you still didn't. So you left the bar with her.

The next day, on your work in your bakery, you met him again, but this time he was carrying flowers.

"I didn't know where to find you, so I asked the owner of that bar. I brought you flowers and I'm really, really sorry for my behaviour last night. It won't happen again." It surprised you, but you accepted it.

"Apologize accepted, and thank you for this beautiful flowers. How did you know they were my favourite?"

"Favourite? I didn't know, I just picked up the ones I thought it would suit you. Well I will go now. I hope I would see you again."

"Well you know where's my bakery, so you could be here every day if you want of course." You didn't need to tell him twice. From that day he was your regular customer, with gifts for you.

It was a long journey, you two are 3 years together, neither of you didn't want to run in your life, but when they called him that you were sick, oh how he panicked.

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The doc was out of sight, so he couldn't asked where you were. So he started looking in every room in hospital. And then after two halls he saw your friend in one of the rooms and came in.

"Hey!" He turned to both of you "Babe, are you alright? What happened?" you looked into his eyes, blue ocean eyes and you got an idea.

"We are fine daddy, we were just a little nervous."

"What are you talking about? We? And you never called m - Wait?! Are you kidding me?"

"Well that was the fastest thinking in whole our relationship."

"How long did you know about it?"

"A week, maybe two. I started eating vanilla ice cream with pickles so that was a sign for me. And on the job I got a little bit nervous so my friend drove me here and we are waiting for results, just to confirm."

"I thought I'd never have it. Little me, or little you, or little us. Little Woods! Imagine early in the morning just as you woke up you hear their footsteps in our bedroom. Laughing, ready to play with us."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I was afraid that you wouldn't want them."

"How many do you plan to have with me?"

"Four - five. Maybe more if you want to."

"Then don't leave me. Retire from your job and we would find you another one, just be with me when we need eachother. I don't want to rise my children without their father and tell them how their father was a hero. I want you to tell them that. Did I make myself clear, baby?"

"Yes, ma'am momma Woods."

[fratboykate]

anon who said that i wouldn’t trust kate so easily after the coke episode here.

so the thing is, i’m studying to be a scientist just like yelena so we both know a little bit about how our little broken machine called brain works and that means we know that addiction is basically hereditary. so yes, for you four lines of coke may be nothing, but for kate it’s a lot since her brother literally went to rehab bc of this. people who have a family history of addiction (drug addicteds, alcoholics, and stuff like that) have a higher chance of being addicted to something too, specially when you already have a case so close in the family. that’s why i said i wouldn’t let it go that fast (and also why i think yelena wouldn’t either). my family is a very good example of this so i avoid every drug, legal or illegal, bc i can tell i’d definitely have a very hard time quitting after i start using.

i’m sorry for the terrible english btw, i’m from brazil and english is not even my second language.

BROOOO I FUCKING TEARED UP IN THAT KYFBAU ANGST! didn’t expect my dumb pair would make me cry. definitely need more now! 🤪 what kind of things they talked in couples therapy tho? curious

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First of all, your English was PERFECT...what are you talking about???

I see what you're saying so let me do a 3-For-1 lol. Let's do yours, this other anon, and the anon from the other day who said they should've been broken up for longer/wanted to see more angst. I do also agree I would've naturally extended that. That was also my natural instinct but like I said that day...I was already at 3.2k on an ask and that felt.......excessive (I also got lazy) so I just compressed it. This is really how I would stretch it out/would see it going. Love me a good angsty break up where one party has to GROVEL AND PROVE ITSELF AGAIN.

This is like...that VERY first couple's therapy session that they just walked into in that last prompt. It all crumbles to shit again right away.

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Kate is sitting on the very edge of the couch. She's clearly on the defensive right now. Yelena's jaw is clenched, her back as straight as an arrow, and she stares directly at her lap.

"She's overreacting. This isn't my first time. I've been partying like this since I was in high school and I've never had an issue."

"Let's not minimize Yelena's feelings."

"Have you ever done this any other time while we've been together?" Kate sits in silence for long enough that she doesn't have to answer. "OH MY GOD!"

"We don't do it when we go out with you! I know you wouldn't be down with that so from the beginning I've made that rule. If you're around none of that happens."

"Wow. I'm flattered and thankful for your consideration, Kate…….Do you always get high when you don't go out without me?"

"Not always."

"What does that mean?! Almost always? Half the time? A lot?"

"Uhm…a lot I guess?"

"What do you do?" Kate sits in silence. "WHAT?!"

"Regular party stuff. It's nothing crazy! Depends on the night. Weed, Coke, Molly, K, sometimes we do shrooms or acid if we go away for a weekend or something. But that's not all the time! None of the crazy stuff tho. NEVER! If that's what you're worried about I've never touched that shit. I only do the stuff you have fun with."

"What the fuck? What the actual fuck, Kate?! You've been lying to me this entire time."

"I haven't been lying. You've never asked. It's not lying. Tell her it's not lying if it's never come up before. She's never even known before last week. It's not an issue!"

"You're a fucking asshole and the biggest hypocrite I've ever met. Aren't you embarrassed to lecture your brother and then turn around and do the same thing?"

"No. Because he's a mess and I'm not. That's the difference."

"I don't even want to look at you right now."

"She's being unreasonable. Can you tell her she's being unreasonable?"

"What are you feeling right now, Yelena?"

"That this is done. For good."

Kate turns to look from the doctor to Yelena.

"Hey. Wait…wait…WAIT…babe…no…fuck. You said two rules: no drugs and therapy. I agreed to the first and we're sitting in therapy. What are you talking about?"

"That was before I knew the entire foundation of this thing was a lie, Kate."

"It's not. It's not! Can you step in here?! I've never lied to you. FUCK! I've never lied to you. About ANYTHING."

"Except you've come home and gotten in bed with me, made love to me, made plans about a life with me while being high off your mind. That…THAT is lying to me. I'm done, Kate."

"No, it's not." Kate turns to the therapist. "CAN YOU FUCKING SAY SOMETHING?!"

"Is there anything Kate can do to regain your trust?"

Yelena turns to survey every inch of Kate's face. After a long pause.

"No."

Tears stream down Kate's face. Yelena looks at her for a beat longer and tears fill her eyes but she doesn't let them fall. She grabs her purse, stands, and leaves.

"Yelena. Yel. Babe. Yelena!"

Yelena never looks back.

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Avalanche - Billy Cutler

Welp, here it is. I did it, @gladerscake. I hope you're proud of me😂 But for real, thanks for being my hype man on this

WARNING: Drug use/addiction

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It all happened so fast, you were cruising down the road when all of a sudden, some asshole in a pickup truck ran a red light and crashed into your car hard.

It first, you didn't feel anything. You were just in complete shock, you must've blacked out because you woke up to the sound of sirens.

You tried to move, but you quickly realized you were stuck. You saw your leg crushed between the front of the car where it was caved in from the impact, that's when the pain started.

Searing white hot pain surged through your whole body, the pain from your leg alone making you scream. You felt other places on your body that felt awful, but the pain in your leg made you feel dizzy.

You woke up from another blackout, but thankfully, you were already on an ambulance on the way to your local hospital. You just remembered sobbing, begging to just have some pain relief, you wished you could just pass out again. There was nothing the EMTs could do until you got to the ER.

When you finally arrived, everything was a blur. All you could comprehend was the pain you felt, especially when the doctors had to set your leg and clean all the other wounds on your body. They finally just gave you an IV drip of morphine, just so you wouldn't pass out from the pain again.

You could hear some commotion outside of the room you were in, you recognized the voice even in your anguished state. Billy was here, he was your emergency contact after all. A part of you wanted him to be with you, holding your hand. But you didn't want him to see you like this, so broken. You must've looked as bad as you felt, not something you want your fiancé to see, even though he's seen you on a lot of your bad days. But this was an exceptionally bad day.

As soon as the doctors and nurses let him, Billy rushed to your side, instantly looking heartbroken and getting teary-eyed. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. I started speeding down here as soon as I got the call." He gently grabbed ahold of your hand and placed a delicate kiss on your slightly bruised knuckles. "How bad is it?" Billy looked to the doctor.

"A crushed fibula, a few major fractures in the tibia. Some cuts and scrapes on the arms as you can probably see, nothing too serious there, no need for stitches. But the leg will have to be in that cast for about eight weeks."

Your bottom lip trembled, the pain only increasing as the doctor talked, and Billy noticed. "Can you give them something for the pain, please?" He asked impatiently.

"Of course, we can give them 20 mgs of Oxycontin for now. Then put them on a schedule when they go home."

Your ears perked up at the word, panic striking through you. "Wait, can it be something else?"

"Babe, it'll work better than any other painkiller." Billy reassured.

"But-"

"Hey, I know this stuff, okay? It's completely safe."

You agreed, you trusted Billy. Plus, your pain was so great you didn't have the energy to argue. You had heard horror stories about Oxy since it's creation, but if Billy says it's safe...

A week passed, and you weren't feeling any better, but your doctor said that it's normal. It does that awhile for bones to heal. You just kept taking your medicine as prescribed, and it was fine. But as the days went on, you felt like you needed more. So you got prescribed more, you were on 40 mgs. Then you were on 60 mgs. When you started to need 80 mgs, that's when you felt like there was a problem.

You brought up your concerns with Billy, but he quickly brushed off the idea that something could be wrong with the drug. He showed you the research, he gave you every assurance you needed, but all of it still felt off.

No matter how much Oxy you took, you were still in pain. Being brushed off before, you decided to keep your struggles to yourself. You were in denial yourself, even after the eight weeks had passed and your injuries were healed, you still...craved...Oxycontin.

You had a panic attack when your doctor finally cut you off, it felt like you were sentenced to death. You needed to have the drug, your life depended on it. You felt so alone in all this, Billy was constantly working and never home. But a part of you were thankful for that, that way you wouldn't have to sneak out of your own home to try and find a dealer who could give you Oxy.

You wasted no time ingesting the pill you bought, it felt so heavenly. You could only describe it as having a powerful orgasm after a whole year of abstinence. Of course that feeling didn't last long, and the pain just kept coming back. What was worse is that you didn't even feel physical pain, it was the emotional pain that made you keep coming back to the drug. You knew you needed help, but you were too afraid to ask. At one point, you felt like you were a lost cause...

You had gotten so good as hiding your addiction from Billy that you started to get cocky. In the beginning, you usually hid in your closet to snort your pills, just in case Billy were to come home unexpectedly. But now, you sat in your living room, crushed Oxy pill powder in three long lines on your glass coffee table.

You had a rolled up dollar bill in your hand, lined up between your left nostril and the line of white powder, when you heard the front door to your house open.

Billy stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, wide eyed in disbelief. Was he actually seeing this? He must've been hallucinating, right? You couldn't be snorting Oxycontin.

"Billy...what are you doing home?" You asked nervously, gripping the rolled dollar in your hand tightly.

"I got off work early...to surprise you..." Billy was expressionless, his voice null of any emotion. He was too much in shock to do anything but stare lifelessly at the powder collected on the table.

It hadn't been that long that Billy had his doubts about Purdue Pharma. He tried not to believe that he and his fellow sales reps had been lied to, been forced to say that Oxy was nonaddictive when it clearly was. He hadn't seen it, what the drug did to people, but now he finally had and it happened to the person he cared about the most in this world; you. Dr. Finnix was right...he was selling poison. You were poisoned with this shit, and it was his fault.

If only Billy knew, if only he had realized it sooner. Then maybe you wouldn't have become addicted.

"You need help. I see that now. I'm so sorry I didn't sooner." Billy frowned deeply.

"No, Billy, I'm fine. I'm fine." You chuckled manically, quickly standing up when Billy started to walk to you. "What're you doing?" You asked panicked.

"I'm throwing this garbage away."

"No!" You pushed Billy away from the table, his eyes widening in shock. "Don't." Billy pushed past you wiped the powder away in one quick swipe, making you scream angrily. "Why'd you do that?" You cried.

"Do you have any more pills? Huh?" Billy walked around your house with you following him, pulling at his arm when he started to get closer to the area where you kept your stash. "Is it in here?" He pointed to the closet, you quickly getting in his way and trying to block the door. "Y/n, please, this is for your own good."

"No, Billy, please!" You screamed as Billy pulled out your little baggie of pills. "You're gonna kill me, Bill! Do you want to kill me!? Do you hate me that much!?"

Billy paused as he held the bag of pills above the kitchen sink, sighing sadly and heartbroken at your hurtful comments. "No, I'm doing this cause I love you." He tried to ignore your screams and hits to his body as he dumped all the pills into the drain, turning on the garbage disposal.

"No!" You sobbed, falling to your knees. "You did this to me! I hate you. I wish I never met you, son of a bitch."

Billy felt his heart clench, a single tear falling down his cheek. "You don't mean that..." He whispered, mostly to himself.

You were sent to rehab, against your will. You cursed Billy out, said the most hateful things that came to mind without a filter, and you could see his flowing tears as you were taken away. You told yourself you'd never speak to him again. And at the time, you really felt hatred towards him, but once you started to have a clearer head during your time in rehab, remembering how many vile things you said to Billy made you want to die. Did those pills really turn you into something you hated?

You didn't even want to get out of bed, you were so depressed and worst of all, still craving those goddamn drugs.

You were told Oxycontin changes your brain chemistry, literally. It takes two years for the frontal lobe to repair itself, and that's only after you stop taking the drugs. It all felt so impossible. You really couldn't imagine yourself not taking Oxy, but that's where rehab tried to help you.

You hated what those pills turned you into, you felt ashamed, embarrassed of what your friends and family must think of you, what Billy must've thought of you. God, he must be so disappointed. He was supposed to be visiting you in a few days, how were you going to face him after everything you did? Why would he even want to see you?

Nevertheless, the days passed quickly and you felt like you were going to pass out. Billy was the love of your life and you were terrified of what he was going to say to you, if he had anything to say at all.

Unbeknownst to you, Billy was having the same fears. Whether it was true or not, he believed he was the one to hook you on the drug. He did this to you because he was addicted to the money he made, he literally made money off of you. If anything, you should've been pissed at him, not the other way around. Either way, he owed it to you to not just abandon you in your time of need, he'd never do that even if you were in the wrong; but he really believed you weren't. He just hoped you could forgive him.

Only one way to find out.

"Y/n, you have a visitor."

You felt your heartbeat quicken, the thought that Billy was just a few rooms away, waiting for you. You could practically hear your own heart pounding in your ears. You took a shaky breath in, trying to find your courage, but it was impossible as you slowly trudged down the squeaky clean halls of the rehab center, the strong scent of floor cleaner permeating the air around you and making you lightheaded. Just get it over with, Y/n...

You entered the main seating area where most of the residents hung out after the therapy sessions, playing board games and such, though, no one was in the room besides your fiancé. Even if it wasn't that long the two of you were separated, you still expected some sort of change in his appearance, whether it be as something as small as a haircut, but he still looked the exact same, save for his permanent expression of concern as you noticed you walk in.

"Hey..." Billy stood up from the couch he was sitting on, walking to you slowly. "You look so much better." Billy cringed at himself, were comments like that even allowed? He didn't want to make you self conscious, that was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do.

"Thanks..." You said, slightly amused at his panicked face.

It didn't take more than a few seconds for you and Billy to rush towards each other and capture the other in a desperate hug. You both had missed each other so much. "I'm so sorry, Bill." You cried, wishing that you could take every bad thang you said back, but apologizing about a thousand might make up a fraction of the pain you must've caused him.

Billy shook his head as he pulled away, a pained expression in his eyes. "No, I'm sorry. I never should've pushed that poison on you."

"You didn't know..."

"But I should've. I was so naïve. Even when I heard that people were overdosing, I ignored all the warning signs. Then when it happened to you, I couldn't do it anymore. I quit working for Purdue. They wanted me to sign an NDA, but I refused. I know that it's probably gonna bite me in the ass one day, but I'm gonna so everything in my power to stop them from profiting off people's suffering."

You couldn't help but let out a sob, but the issue was, you didn't know if you were angry or overjoyed that he was going to try and stop Purdue. You had chosen the drugs over your own partner once before, so hearing Billy say that made you feel like you were mourning a loss in a way. But you tried to focus on the feeling of Billy's hands on your face, how comforting it felt, it made you feel safe. Oxy never made you feel safe, it increased your paranoia and the comedown was always painful. When you were with Billy, you were always happy and stayed happy even when the two of you were apart, because he was the best thing that's ever happened to you, and you can't believe you put that in jeopardy all for some stupid drugs.

"I don't want to feel like this anymore..."

Billy frowned, planting a tender kiss on your forehead. "It won't last forever, you can come back from this. And I promise you, I will help you every step of the way, as best as I possibly can. I'll never abandon you, even when things get rough. For better or for worse, right?"

You giggled. "You were supposed to wait to say that on our wedding day."

"I made those vows to myself as soon as we starting dating, baby. And I still mean it, I'm all in, for the rest of my life."

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ugh, I hate love, it makes me sick.