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ctrldoll · 6 months

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Perfect Home

Wife!Reader/Husband!Miguel O'Hara

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Genre: Angst (⁠ب⁠_⁠ب⁠)

4.5k words.

Arguments are so tasking to write! They're supposed to be illogical, anyway. :⁠'⁠(

This has been in my drafts for a month! Ideas were not idea-ing! (′д｀σ)σ

Listening to a The Weekend playlist while editing was such a vibe!!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆

Warnings: Cheating, Pressure From Parents, Society’s Marital Standards, Desire To Have A Child, Cursing, Envy, Suggestive & Homely Vibes Are Non-Existent.

Peace and blessings to you, My Love!!!

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑ [𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐏] ➜ He cheated, you found out. You don't know whether to leave him or not. Now what?

The egg in the pan let out a bitter scent before you firmly flipped it. “Ugh.” You let out as you looked at it from your sunken and puffed-out eyes, breathing in mucus as you struggled not to sob once more. “Over an egg? Over an egg, [Name]?!” You thought and picked up a tissue to brush your tears and stray drops of slick over.

Just yesterday, you found out about your beloved husband's cheating with his ex for two months.

You should have caught on to the signs during your parents’ gala that took place two months ago. Dana’s excitement led her to firmly hold on to Miguel's firm arm as Miguel discussed the success of a deal with Stark Industries with the both of you, which should have been a warning sight. It irked you slightly, but you didn't view it as enough to suggest anything. Maybe how Miguel didn't depart from her hand for minutes on end should have done it.

You've always been a bit credulous. Always having one too many friends who didn't really care about your well-being from the beginning, desiring all that your younger self, who faked sickening sweet kindness, had. The public loved every bit of it, as did your parents. You noticed the subtle hints of disrespect and commented on them much later. Far too late.

You made sure your presented nature wouldn't crawl into adulthood, but it spread itself into your relationship.

Miguel was a quiet nerd when you first got to know him. Never the hot topic, he stuck to himself the majority of the time.

You bonded with him while you visited your friend in the institution, watching as she obviously flirted with Miguel's friend while they walked with one another. Surprisingly, you bonded over an idle conversation about cake.

“Tres leches is fantastic! Dios mío, there's no arguing with that!”

“Yes, Tres leches may be fantastic to you, but [ — ] definitely crosses that!”

You both didn't catch the side-eye both friends gave one another.

The next week, a double date was set.

It was the perfect TV show grounding for marriage. It all feels like a waste now that you look back on it with low eyes.

“Mi Alma.” You rolled your eyes as your husband walked into the kitchen in sweats with a water bottle in hand. You felt the chill of the Five AM air for a moment before you turned to place the egg on your plate and turned off the stove.

The crinkle of the wrapper as you pulled out the loaves of bread constantly broke the silence in the room as you looked away from him.

“Were those four years we spent with one another a waste?” You asked after a moment, then opened your mouth to chew on a loaf. A tear poured down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away.

“No, no, they were not, Cariño. They were the most amazing years of my life.” Miguel sadly sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I'm so sorry, Mi Amor. I promise I'll be better. For you, for us.”

“You don't get to call me that. How am I your love when you cheat on me?” You barked, glaring at him. Your fork clinked when it reached the floor. You sighed in exhaustion and picked it up. You tossed it into the pile of dishes in the sink. “Fuck, I feel done.”

“Can’t we just get past this? We've been through so much for something like this to tear us apart. Miguel tsked and shook his head as he rolled his eyes. Nervousness ran through them, but he wouldn't show it. “Are you fucking serious right now, Miguel?! I should get over it?! Is that what you're saying?!” You yelled, frustrated, and you took deep breaths to calm down. “You’re such a fucking asshole, Miguel.”

“What about you, [Name]?! You're so damn ungrateful! I’m there for you! I support you, but you never support your husband! You barely do anything useful; you're always so caught up in your work that we can't even spend time together!” Miguel yelled, drawing closer to you.

“I have to work, Miguel! What part of that don't you understand?! I don't do anything useful?! Who's the one who does nearly everything in this household?! Me! You aren't even around for us to spend time together! If you aren't working late into the night, you're fucking patrolling! Do you want me to just sit down and wait for you?! I have other things to do!” You couldn't be more thankful in the moment that the room was soundproof. You could let out more than you would have in other spaces.

“You are so damn stubborn! Fuck! We can't even have a conversation without you trying to form an argument!” Miguel yelled, standing at arm's length as he pointed at you.

“Don’t point at me, Miguel.” You demanded and backed away from him to grab your purse. “If you honestly think that this isn't overdue, you're ridiculous. Stop victimising yourself. I’m the one who was cheated on. Go be with Dana, who probably won't piss you off as much as I do.” You said it with a crack at the end of your words as you struggled not to break down.

“[Name], I-” Miguel pushed his hand forward to grab your arm, but you pushed it closer to your form as you quickly left the hotel room. “Read the letter on the kitchen table. Or don’t. I don't really care.” You closed the door and walked away.

On the kitchen table, a letter in cotton paper was laid on it with your mother’s formal handwriting, inviting the both of you for lunch before your departure. Miguel cursed as he read it, the stress already getting to him as he envisioned how it would be.

Meanwhile, you headed to the café, reassuring yourself to calm down as you walked the longer route to it, hoping to have felt better when you reached there.

What you didn't notice was your mother’s gaze upon you from her balcony as she let out another puff from her cigarette while in her white silk nightgown, a black coat with a fluffy neck covering her as she cocked her eyebrows. Her eyes squinted at the moment you paused to quickly rub your eyes. She let out a hum, watching your figure disappear from her sight.

“These crumpets are quite fantastic.” Your father smiled, spreading another with blackberry jam as he chewed the spongy and soft treat. “We should wait for a few moments before requesting lunch, no? It will only take them a few more moments to arrive.” Your mother smiled at the both of you, a glass of water in hand, before taking in a long sip, bothered.

“So, Miguel, how have you been? Is there any success in the partnership with Calahan Tech? I've heard much about it in the Nueva York Times. Business moguls are just as excited about it as I am.” Your father's eyes twinkled in excitement as he imagined the size of the funding he would receive and the amount of votes the results of the collaboration would bring him in the next election as he snacked on a pig in the blanket.

“I’ve been well, Joseph. The agreement to partner has been a bit tough because we've been trying to convince the funders to work with us, but I’m sure we're about to reach a breakthrough.” Miguel responded, proud, as a smile appeared on his face. His hand shifted to your thigh under the table, alerting you as you took a quick look around before shoving it off of you. You were still bothered; he could tell by the way you struggled not to furrow your brows and the quick way your heart beat at his gesture, which reverberated in his ears as you gracefully downed a glass of water to calm your nerves.

“If you ever need some extra help, you know who to call. I can convince those hotshots to remove the sticks up their asses and agree.” “Joseph!” Mary whispered with a hiss, patting his arm as the man chuckled. “No one heard me, Darling. I whispered.” Your father said it with a wink, placed his hand over his wife's, and squeezed it. Her shoulders slouched, pleased even if she didn't verbally express it, at her husband's gesture, and she looked at their intertwined selves, then went back to her drink.

Joseph winked at the both of you once more and separated his hold from hers for the appetisers.

Your heart squeezed with want as you watched them. It was a moment of love, but also a reminder that you couldn't have that anymore. You looked away with a smile, not wanting to endure the feelings of sadness that weighted your heart.

“Hello, Mary. Hello, Joseph”. You heard in the background but were unable to focus on the two new voices in the background as you focused on calming yourself down.

“Cariño, I-” Miguel whispered in your ear, catching onto your feelings, but a sharp noise broke the moment.

“[Name]! Look at you! You're getting more and more gorgeous by the day! My gosh, you're glowing!” Elle, your sister-in-law, beamed and hugged you from your seat. You stood up quickly to hug her and beamed when you saw your brother walking up to the table.

“Aww, you're so adorable! Gosh, we haven't seen you in a bit.” “We apologise for that, by the way.” Micah shook your hand and led Elle to their seats. He smiled at the stink eye your mother threw at the both of them and rolled his eyes once he looked away from her.

“We apologise for arriving so late. Some business had to be taken care of just at the moment I was to leave the office.” Micah said with an apologetic look on his face. “We wish that we could have arrived on your anniversary as well, [Name] and Miguel. Work, once again, occupied us. Happy belated fourth anniversary to the both of you.” Elle congratulated him with a smile and thanked the waiter when he brought their wine.

You internally giggled at her personality change. Elle was always so casual around you but had to become formal when the fact that she's in public sets in. It wouldn't be good for a model to appear improper.

“How are you, Miguel?” Elle was greeted as Micah nodded. “We haven't seen each other in a while, man.”

“I’m doing well, thank you. I’m just taking care of the missus.” Miguel responded to Micah’s approval and your resistance to roll your eyes. “It’s been four years. I still can't believe that [Name] managed to tie someone down. She's so difficult.” Micah chuckled as you glared at him. “Speak for yourself. I still can't believe Elle wanted you. She could have done so much better.” You giggled and dismissed him with a wave of your hand.

“Don’t you remember when you..." Micah began, but Mary interrupted him. "Children, there is no need to complain about one another. To be quite honest, I didn't expect either of you to get married so soon. I thought that you'd both get married after building up your characters.” Your mother giggled, much to both of your dismay.

“Mum? You're cracking a joke? Are you sure you're alright?” Micah questioned, raising a brow that quickly came down when you kicked him underneath the table. “What was that for?” “What are you talking about?” You evaded his glare with a smile.

“I’m just glad to finally see my children and their spouses in the same spot.” Your mother had a gentle smile as she looked at the both of you as your partners looked elsewhere for a moment. She didn't approve of Elle either.

In her view, her children were supposed to marry someone of their status. Someone who is highly regarded. Not anything but that.

However, she regarded your brother in a higher manner when it came down to who he chose to marry.

Elle was a ‘blantant gold digger’ in her words, ‘a model who just wanted someone to raise her higher in the industry’. Micah was a highly praised film director and writer. Who better to expose her to the world of the rich and famous than him?

“Before we continue, Micah and I have an announcement to make.” Elle announced and stood up along with her husband. Your heart dropped as the next sentence echoed in your brain.

“We're pregnant!” They both grinned and hugged one another while grins appeared on your parents' faces. “Congratulations!” Mary cheered and eagerly stood up to hug the couple. “Congratulations. My boy, you've done it again!” Joseph grinned, to which Micah flustered.

“Congratulations!” You finally joined in, grinning as you hugged them both, a bit too tightly. You wanted the moment to feel real. You weren't upset. You couldn't be. You shouldn't be.

“That's a bit tight.” Elle said, causing you to break it. “Oh, I'm sorry. I'm already excited to see your little one or ones.” You grinned. “Congratulations, you two. We can't wait to see the little one.” Miguel smiled next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

You could feel the sharp looks from your parents, Micah and Miguel. Elle paused to look at you, and her brows furrowed in worry. "I hope this wasn't inappropriate." She whispered in your ear, looking at Miguel for a moment, holding your hand, to which you tightened the hold. "Elle, are you excited for this new part of your life? I'm so happy for the both of you." You shook your head to hint, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. "Yes, yes, I am." She responded and hugged Micah. He hugged back and smiled at you as a form of assurance and sternly looked at Miguel, to which he looked away.

“I can't wait to find out the gender of your little one. Searching for outfits will be pleasant.” Mary said once you all sat down, smiling at the couple who were in their own moment of adoration as food was brought on the table. Your heart broke as you watched Micah caress Elle’s stomach lovingly, and her hand lifted to squeeze his as they smiled at one another.

You looked at Miguel, whose eyes remained trained on yours, and softly sighed when his hand held yours in assurance, wanting the hurt to end when yours squeezed his. Clinging onto his attention, you hoped that it would rub off the pain you felt, but guilt and shame crawled onto you. You drew your hand from his and onto your fork.

“I just know they'll be spoiled rotten.” Ella giggled as Micah let out a chuckle. “Definately. We'll have to watch out for that.” “I can't wait to meet my first grandchild.” Your mother’s gaze fell on you for a moment, emitting her disappointment in you before having it on the couple as she grinned more.

Much was discussed around the table. The women's attention remained trained mainly on the little one and topics that interested them, as the men were cooped up in their own little world. Soon, it was near the hour of your departure.

“[Name]. Let's chat for a moment in private.” Your mother said once Micah and Elle left to arrange their hotel room. The frown on her features became more evident the more you both drew away from the public eye. You both stepped into an empty break room. Once the click of a lock was heard, you sighed.

“Do you even realise just how disappointed I am in you, [Name]?” Your mother started. “Micah has a child before you. He hasn't even crossed two years with that girl, and he's made so much progress compared to you. You should be ashamed, [Name].” Anger flared in you as the words sunk in. You had already been through so much in such little time. Why did life’s cards decide to add more to your plate?

“Why does it bother you so damn much? I’ll have children when I want to. What part of that don't you understand?” You responded, glaring at the older woman. “You’ve always regarded Micah highly in comparison to me when it comes to marriage.” You rolled your eyes at her glare.

“[Name], Micah’s a man. Whether or not he has children early, he's alright. If he were to even leave Elle, he'd find someone new. He’d be able to have children, regardless. Men get better with age, unfortunately, unlike us. Your clock is ticking, [Name]. You need to progress into the next step of your life before it's too late.” Mary shook her head and sighed at what she believed was your foolishness.

You drifted into lassitude, it clinging to you like glue, with the realisation that she would never be satisfied with you until you did what pleased her. “I can just imagine how the public will react to this. You've set yourself up for failure.”

“I need to go.” You said, looking at the keys in her hand. “[Name]. Why can't you just listen to me? Did I raise such an impudent child? I’m just looking out for you, [Name]. I don't want you to experience regret. It'll never stop. I’m guiding you towards the right path.”

“Open the door.” You said once more, refraining yourself. “Why do you act so childish? I’m trying to help you.” Mary insisted, only further pushing your buttons. “Open the door.” You repeated it and headed towards it. You hand motioned at it. “You’re going to regret it if you continue with what you're doing.” Mary said, placed the key inside the keyhole, and turned it. “Maybe I will; maybe I won't. I respect you so much, Mum. Let's end this.” You said, then opened the door. “This will only end if you do what is right.” Was all you heard her softly say. You left.

“They offered only sixteen million dollars to help fund the project?” Your father questioned Miguel as he puffed the cigar on his lips and blew it out. The smoke waved in the air, and Miguel glanced at it for a moment as he drank his glass of beer. “Yes, they did. They didn't believe in the project’s potential until recently, when testing made a lot of progress.” Miguel responded, then drank the rest of his drink.

“Your drinking tolerance must be high. You've drank four beers since you arrived, and you're still standing straight. You'd do amazing in the drinking competitions that go on in the basement on Saturdays. Don't tell Mary; she wouldn't be pleased to know about them.” Joseph winked, to which Miguel chuckled as he shook his head. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

“Miguel, why won't you have children?” Your father broke the silence and looked at him, somewhat disappointed. “I’m a man as well, Miguel. It's not hard to conclude the possibilities.” The cigar was nearing its last draw.

“My career. I don't think it would let me enjoy the simple pleasures of family life. I do my research late into the night. [Name] does so much to accommodate that. I don't think it would be right of me to bring children into that.” Miguel confessed with a sad gaze as he thought back to your heartbroken expression when you found out about his involvement with Dana.

It hunted him throughout the missions he did that night, rage and shame filling his form, and anyone around him sensed it. Many in the Spider-HQ avoided him in the brief night he was there. Jessica and Peter avoided him as well, aside from brief interactions. They knew he'd pour out his feelings to them eventually.

“As much as using work as an excuse gratifies you, it's a poor choice, Miguel. You'll regret it if you decide to let it linger.” Your father looked at him from the side of his eye and rubbed his moustache.

“My work was easier in my younger days, but I found it just as challenging as I find it now. I was just an assistant to the previous politician at the time, too. You understand what I’m hinting at when I say that, right?” Miguel nodded, to which the older man smiled.

“I had my children either way. It was a struggle to tackle the task of raising them and working. I had days where I thought I didn't do enough for them and that I found my work to be more important. Mary had her own career to focus on. She would work late into the night. I’m assuming that [Name] does the same thing since she chose to be a designer just like her mother. Do I need to be corrected?” “No, you don't. You're right.”

“We still did the best we could, regardless. We could have done some things better, yes. But we can't go back in time to correct ourselves. We can only give advice to those who seem to be going astray.” Joseph hinted, looking at Miguel, who looked back at him.

Joseph knew; he could tell by the way he looked at him, disappointed and angry, but chose to contain himself.

“I only hope you won't regret your decision, Miguel. Just know that I will be alongside my daughter when she decides to tell us.” Your father took in one last puff and let it out. Miguel and Joseph gazed at the smoke one last time until it disappeared into the clear, blue sky over the beautiful atmosphere.

Joseph's cigar remained in its ashtray, the soft red of it fading with each passing moment. Both men took in the peacefulness of the atmosphere with sombre spirits.

Moments after you freshened up, you headed to your husband. “We should head out in a bit.” You said, then placed your head on his shoulder and laid your hand on his chest. He noticed how drained you felt. He sensed the irregularity in your hormones. You felt his arms wrap around you, and you wrapped yours around his. You made your decision at that moment.

“Cariño, I am so sorry. I'll be better. I'll never hurt you again.” He whispered in your ear, his soft tone and the warmness of his breath in your ear making you melt in his arms as you tightened your hold on him.

“We will see each other once more.” Mary stated, across both of you with her husband. She hugged you, then Miguel. Her hands held the sides of both your shoulders and shook them. “Drive safe, alright?” Joseph said, then hugged you and shook Miguel's hand. “Yes, sir. We'll be alright.” Miguel responded and shook the keys with a grin.

“We hope to hear some good news soon.” Your mother commented, smiling as she directly looked at you. “We will soon, won't we, Miguel?” Joseph said, looking at Miguel with a grin. “Hopefully.” Miguel responded and straightened himself. You could tell that something happened between them. “Don’t worry, you will soon.” You responded with a smile and left hand in hand with your beloved.

The strawberry air freshener, coffee, Miguel's spicy cologne, and your sweet perfume lingered in the air of your home when you both stepped in. The cosiness hugged your form, and you took it all in, craving the warmth you desperately needed in the last two days.

“Miel, it feels good to be back, doesn't it?” Miguel placed your luggage on the side and hugged your waist, savouring the comfort of the air before him. You squeezed into his warmth, cherishing it as a longing emotion overcame you. You turned to face him, and before anything could pour from his plump lips, you locked them with your own.

He lifted you, soft lips still entangled, his stamina much greater than your own, to the wall, willing to do all the work as you squirmed in eagerness across him. “Let me help you.” You said, in between gasps, need flaring all over your body as he kissed your neck, nearing your collarbone as kisses and tiny licks trailed towards it.

You could feel the slight sting of a canine; the sensation became foreign as it had been a long time since you embraced in hazy lust. Your body missed it—the curl of your back as you felt it draw a messy line down your collarbone.

“Mikey, please-” You drew out a sharp breath, your eyes hinting towards the stairs that led up to your bedroom, then shut tight when he pressed his hips closer to your own, evidently just as excited as you were. He lifted you in a hug, and your legs immediately clung on to his waist as he tightly held on to you, almost as though you'd disappear right there and then.

“Mi Vida, I promise I will never hurt you again. Te quiero tanto. Te quiero, te necesito tanto, Mi Vida, Mi Todo. Por favor, por favor, déjame tenerte.”

[“I love you so much. I love you, I need you so much, My Life, My All. Please, please let me have you.”]

“You can have me, Mikey. Please.” You dragged on, clinging more to him as want consumed your forms.

The sensual fog filled the house as carnal desire mixed between your bodies late into the night. You finalised your decision as sweat stuck to your body, your gaze on Miguel as he slept soundly. You hadn't seen him like this in such a long time. Your fingers moved to separate a stray lock that stuck to his cheekbone. Pain struck your heart when you thought about how Dana must have seen him this intimately. You wouldn't blame her if she did the same thing you had just done. You just hated that she got to.

The never-ending bustle of Nueva York in the distance was all you drifted off to sleep once more with. You had a fleeting thought of what went on in his mind when he watched you drift off to sleep first. You knew he must have loved it; he must have gazed at you with the same adoration during your first moments together. You missed it all.

“I want a divorce, Miguel.” You calmly let out, scrambled eggs on your plate and his as you ate breakfast with one another, spirits low. He sighed, an indication that he expected this, then looked at you, searching for a sign that you would consider any plea that fell from his lips. He didn't find any. “I’m sorry, Mi Amor.” He apologised, then drank coffee. The cup was placed on the counter a bit loudly for comfort. He looked towards you in apology. You nodded, then turned to eat.

“I know.” You responded, looking out the window at the eggs that softly lay on the nest on top of the tree next to the household, wondering if, by leaving him, you'd unlock the path towards that. The mother bird’s eyes lingered on her eggs for a moment. Maybe it was in adoration.

You let out a hum, making Miguel shift his low eyes towards your own in questioning, and you shook your head, then turned back to your plate.

I’m done!!! Yessssss!!! I don't know whether to continue with this or not. If I do, it'll take a bit to get chapters. This took a bit out of my lifespan but I’m so happy that I wrote this! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

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barleyo · 1 year

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Your Miguel x Reader fic was so freaking good!! I'd love to read more from you, especially Miguel x Shy!Reader (the personality of y/n kinda ressembles mine lol)! Anyways, thank you so much and keep up the great work!

Next Time.

(Miguel O'Hara X Fem! Reader)

A/N: Sorry, this is just a drabble and isn't nearly as long as my OG fic, but I hope you still enjoy it! Feel free to send a request to my inbox, as my requests are always open.

“No, no, no,” (Y/N) sighed, staring at the broken glass shards in front of her.

She had been getting better, she really had. With careful supervision by Miguel and a steady hand, she had been able to limit her accidents. However, her clumsiness seemed to always lurk, waiting to strike at the most inopportune time.

“Okay, maybe I can just pick them up,” she whispered to herself. Carefully, she wiped at the pieces, sweeping the smaller pieces into a nearby waste basket.

“Everything okay over here?” He walked over, leaning onto her workstation just as she finished grabbing a final large piece of glass. She quickly palmed the piece, clenching it behind her back. “Thought I heard something break, no?”

“No, no, nothing is going on over here, just, uhm, cleaning up. I’m just about to pack up and head home for the day.” (Y/N) squeaked, feeling the shard slice her palm with a sharp sting.

“Whatever you say,” he said. Unconvinced, Miguel turned around, pretending to walk away.

Once he made it a few paces away, (Y/N) pulled her hand back around and paled at the blood dripping down her palm. The glass was lodged right in the middle of her palm, jaggedly stuck into it.

“I knew it,” he groaned, snatching her hand away, “look at how bad that is. Are you kidding me? Come here.” He dragged her out to the hallway until she started to shake him off.

“You’re embarrassing me in front of everyone, Miguel. Stop, I promise, it’s not nearly that bad, it’s okay! Promise!”

“If it’s not that bad, why were you hiding it? Why is it bleeding? Damn it, you have glass stuck half an inch deep into your hand. Come, now.” He gently swooped her up into a messy bridal-style hold, carrying her into the break room.

He sat her down on the counter right next to the sink, legs hanging over the side.

“Duck.”

She bobbed her head down in compliance as he dug through the cabinet behind her, pulling out gauze, tweezers, and disinfecting liquid. Taking the tweezers, he attempted to pull the glass out, wiggling it slightly until it dislodged itself for her palm.

“I just don’t get it,” he sighed frustratedly, “why wouldn’t you just tell me you got hurt?”

“I didn’t want to tell you, I don’t know,” she wiped her face with her uninjured hand, “I was just doing so well, and I messed it up when I broke that beaker.”

“But why?” He opened the bottle and looked up to meet her eyes, “Hold onto my hand, this will sting.” He drenched the wound and (Y/N) squeezed down onto his hand, digging her nails into it.

“I guess I didn’t want you to be upset with me, I thought you’d be mad,” she said through gritted teeth. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“No, claro que no. Well, no, yes, I am a bit upset with you. You hurt yourself instead of just telling me and letting me help. I would have cleaned it up for you, you know.”

“I thought you were tired of picking up after me.”

Miguel wrapped her hand up in gauze, keeping it taut and compression-like. “I did say that, didn’t I? I lied.” He let go of (Y/N)’s hand, lifting the back of it up to his lips. “I’ve missed it a bit. My days feel empty when I do not have a little (Y/N) mess to deal with. Makes me feel useful. Feel better?”

“Yeah, I’m alright now. Thanks, Miguel.”

“Hmph,” he turned her hand around, now placing kisses on her bandaged palm.

“What are you doing?” She giggled as his hair hit her arm while he peppered kisses over her hand.

“I’m just kissing your boo-boo, mi tesoro, let me work.” He smirked into her hand, knowing he was embarrassing her.

“You don’t have to– mm,” she hummed as he made his way up her arm with the kisses, stopping at her shoulder.

He pulled her shirt to the side, revealing her bare shoulder. He brought his mouth to it and teased his teeth over the exposed patch of skin, not quite biting into it. Miguel took (Y/N)’s face in his hand and kissed her, scraping his teeth against her bottom lip and nibbling on it. He slid his tongue over the raw lip, calming the sharp sting.

He baited her to open her mouth, wrapping his arms around her torso and grabbing her ass. She gasped into his mouth as he forced his tongue in, exploring it.

“Fuck,” he broke away from the kiss briefly, “I can’t take it anymore, I’m gonna take you again in here, baby.”

“But, people ‘re still in the lab, what if they catch us?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like that?” He pulled her pants to her ankles, working his hand past the band of her panties, and rubbed light, teasing circles on her clit. “Want everyone to watch me fuck you real good, don’t you?”

Her hips bucked into his whispering touches and she let out a guttural moan. “Nuh-uh, can’t let anyone see us, it’ll be embarrassing,” she gasped.

“No? Then don’t let them catch us then. Keep quiet, muñequita.” He pushed a finger into her and curled it, chuckling at the choking groan she let out. “I know I make you feel good, but you don’t want everyone in the building to hear you, do you?”

(Y/N) shook her head and grabbed onto Miguel’s forearm while he drilled his fingers into her spongey g-spot. She felt his fingers leave just as warmth started to pool in her stomach, whining at the emptiness.

“Why did you take ‘em out?”

“Hey, don’t whine,” he shushed her, “I want you to finish on my dick, okay, baby?” He pulled her down from the countertop, flipping her around so that her ass pushed into his erection. He slipped his dick out of his pants and pulled her panties to the side, pushing his tip into her. “I don’t know if you deserve the whole thing yet,” he teased, “maybe I’ll make you finish with just the tip, hm?”

“No, please, will you please give me the whole thing? I promise, I’ll be good!”

“Oh, you promise?” He continued to slowly pump his cock’s head into her, inching in and out at a snail’s pace. “Gonna be a good girl?” Seeing the back of her head nod up and down, he pushed deeper into her, letting her walls envelope and suck his length in. “Aw, sweetness, I can feel you already clenching up. Gonna cum quick like a lil slut, huh?”

“Yes– God! Feels so good already, ‘m feelin’ so full now.” She rocked her hips, getting herself off on his cock.

Pressing his hands into (Y/N)’s hips, Miguel took over and slammed her hips back and forth. Skin slapping and wet squelches filled the room. It drove him crazy.

“God, I can hear your wet little pussy so clearly. Mm, she’s talking to me, baby, saying how good she feels.”

(Y/N) threw her head onto her crossed arms, biting down on her own forearms to silence her ecstatic little mewls. “I’m so close,” she mumbled into her arms.

Miguel snapped her hips into her roughly and leaned forward. “Don’t give me that shy shit, speak up.”

She tried to repeat herself, only to find herself a babbling mess as she drenched his dick with her cum, legs shaking while they tried to support her body.

“Good girl, creaming all over my dick.” He groped her tits from the back, pinching them while she rode out her orgasm. “Mm, you gonna let me cum in you again?

“Yes– anything you want,” she arched into his touch, feeling him tweaking and twisting her buds.

He felt his pace become sloppy and rushed. He rutted deep into her heat and came, spurting his load right into her slick walls. “Fuck, ‘s so good,” he sighed, pulling out of her dripping cunt, watching a stream of his cum pool out of her. He picked her up, placing her back on her spot on the counter.

“Still feel so good.” (Y/N) leaned forward onto his broad shoulder.

“Yeah? Bet I can make you feel even better next time,” he snickered right by her ear.

“Next time?”

“There’ll always be a next time with you.”

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Prank Gone Wrong -P.G

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Summary: Your boyfriend Pablo, has been on prankster mode with Javi, Aurora's boyfriend as his ally and Aurora being tired of it, gets him back... With your help of course

"I need your help" Aurora had said inmediately after you opened the door to yours and Pablo's apartment

"Hello you too, baby" You giggled shutting the door "What's up?" You saw her making her way to the living room and made herself comfortable in your couch, you did the same

"Your boyfriend is what's up!" You furrow your eyebrows nodding slowly

"You mean your brother?"

"THAT SAME ONE!" She yelled as you laughed lightly

"What's up with him?"

"HE'S BEEN PRAKING ME NON-STOP!" You roll your eyes

"I told him to stop"

"Well he definitely hasn't"

"He started with me but ever since one of his pranks ended up badly, he switched targets"

"What happened?" You raised your eyebrows instantly remembering that day

It was one of those bad days everyone has, your alarm didn't go on, on time so you ended up being stuck in traffic and not being allowed into the exam you had been studying so hard for, next a random persona spilled his coffee all over your front, staining your shirt, your car broke down in the middle of the road, the little amount of money you had with you all gone into the tug, you had to walk over the mecanic to pay double since you didn't have any cash with you and finally drove home wanting nothing more than to be in your boyfriend's arms and pass the day away

But no

When you stepped into your apartment, you yelled out a little "¡Bebé!" only to feel something cold splash down on you, you freezed in your spot, seconds later you heard his laughter. You lifted your head up only to then feel something heavy fell on your head

"Ow!" You yelled out both hands going to your head, Pablo laughing harder

"Mi amor, are you okay?" He asked in between laughter

"Of fucking course no, Pablo!" You stepped forward a little

"Be careful, mi niña" You didn't listened still walking

"I'm drenched and my head-AH!" You yelled after loosing your stance, the slippery floor and your socks didn't helped you at all making you face the floor with a big impact

You swore you could feel something breaking, your teeth sticking into your tongue, your jaw and nose burning as if you had a lighter on top of them, you let out one single but strong enough cry of pain

"¡AMOR!"

You didn't wanted to move both hands, now, off of your face, pressing into the sore areas as if that was going to take the pain away, the anger of the day catching up to you as you started crying too

You felt Pablo turning you around and calling your name repeatedly, your eyes were closed, everything hurted, he wanted you to take your hands off but you pushed his hands away

"Just let me see" You shook your head whimpering when you felt a tug in the crown of your head, you turned on your stomach once more "No, no, no amor" He turned you on your back again, grabbing you by the head softly "Fuck, Y/N. You're bleeding and a lot... Let's go to the hospital. I'm calling Pedri"

Let's just say you almost broke one of Pedri's car doors and gave Pablo a good silent treament for four days straight

"Joder" She cursed out as you nodded

"Estaba tan enojada, no quería ni verlo, recuerdo que le dije luego de que me curaron, apenas y podía hablar un poco: 'Te callas o estoy así de cerca de terminar contigo a pesar de que luego me arrepentiré' He didn't talked back on the way home but you should have seen his face!" (I was so pissed off at him, I didn't even wanted to see him, I remember telling him after they treated me, I could barely talk something like: Either you shut the hell up or I'm this close to break up with you even tho I know I'll regret it later') You both laughed "He looked like a lost puppy, did everything for me"

"He deserved it" You nod

"I was still angry so by doctors orders I couldn't speak for two days, he had told me and Pablo that I should message with him seeing as I hitted my head and blah blah blah... Thing is I couldn't do harsh or fast movements and Pablo had to be there for me, I didn't messaged him in one single bit only whenever I felt too bad and he looked so lost because he wanted to fight me but at the same time didn't wanted to fight me and wanted to take care of me but he was the one that put me throught that..." You giggled

"You're mean, girl!"

"No, your brother is mean!" You both laughed

"He hold me the door open to Pedri's car and I just slammed the door back and walked to the other side to open it by myself" Aurora's mouth opened in shock

"Y/N" You laughed shaking your head

"I'm sorry but I was so, so... The word angry and it's synonyms don't make justice to what I felt, Aurora. I just wanted a nice way to end up my horrible day" You shrug your shoulders "I ended it up on the hospital" She laughs

"How'd you know?" She asked you

"Because after I talked to him and let him know he was forgiven, he told me that inside this apartment hard on jokes were off, totally a no go for him"

"He felt really bad, didn't he?" You nod

"He did"

"But thing is... He changed my toothpaste with neon toothpaste"

"Does that mean your teeth light up in the dark?" You ask surprised as she nods "Really?" She nods once more "Can I see?" You ask excited already getting up to turn off the lights

"Y/N!"

"Right! Sorry, sorry!" You sat back again "So... What I'm good for?"

"Help me get back at him" You raised your eyebrows

"Rora" You shook your head lightly

"C'mon, he has been doing this with Javi and I want to get back at them... What better than fight our boyfriends together?" You roll your eyes

"Okay" She smiled excited "I'm not making any kind of plan tho. I'll just follow your lead"

"Good because I heard Javi talking on the phone with Gavi, I think they're planning their next prank" You nod "We need a good one, just one. To let them know they can't mess up with us"

"I like that" You smile nodding and high fiving her when the door opened, you heard a little tug and some shuffle

"¡Preciosa, I'm back!" He yelled as you and Aurora shared a little look

"Living room, mi niño!" You yelled back

It was only matter of time for you to get back at him, you trusted Aurora and you only were hoping it wasn't something extreme

Three Days Later

"Please, tell me you're joking" You pleaded

"I'm not, he will really going to do that"

"That hijo de p-" She raised her eyebrows a little "I meant it not for your mother but for Pablo" She laughed lightly "You're sure he'll do it today?" She nodded

"Hundred percent"

"And that's the thing they will do?"

"It was Javi's idea. I looked it in his phone" You furrow your eyebros confused

"Why you look around in your boyfriend's phone?"

"You don't grab Pablo's phone and do everything with it?"

"Sometimes" You say "But I do not go through his messages, I go through his music and pics of us" You clarify "Even tho he doesn't have anything to hide, because even himself asks me to answer some things tho"

"You're cute" You blushed

"Shut up" She laughed

"Anyway... What we'll do, is follow his lead, prank him in his own prank"

"And you think I can do it?"

"Of course you can" You nodded feeling nervous

You couldn't believe this, not from him...

Your phone dinged with a message, you open it sighing "Pablo will be here at any moment. He said we need to talk"

"Oh my gosh, he's starting" Aurora said as you laughed "Text him you have to talk him too" You nodded doing as told

"Go and hide" You said as she hurried to get behind the couch. The doorbell rang

You went to answer finding Javi, Aurora's boyfriend

"Hey! Javi, what's up? What are you doing here?"

"Doing good, Y/I. Just passing by and got a text from Aurora saying she left her purse the last time she was here" You made a thinking face

"Which one?" You let him inside "I don't remember seeing one" You furrowed your eyebrows

"The small one" You 'thought' for a few seconds before lighting your face up

"I get it! The zebra print bag?"

"That exact same one!" She didn't had one, in fact, she hated the zebra printed things

"Well, we went upstairs, not sure if it's there tho. Let me go and check" He nodded smiling, you reached your bedroom and shook your head when your phone dinger once more

Aurora Páez💖✨: That idiot doesn't know I don't like those things or what?

You laughed shaking your head only replying with '🤣🤷🏻‍♀️', you decided to come out and yell

"Javi, are you sure she left it here? I don't see it anywhere"

"She must have mistaken it then, she probably left it at Alicia's! I don't take much of your time now, I'm in a hurry Y/I! Thanks!" You sneaked your head just in time to see Javi opening the door and closing it but he didn't left

You texted Aurora 'Don't come out he's still here'

Aurora Páez💖✨: Entendido, jefa.

You smiled shaking your head, coming down the stairs and into the kitchen to prepare yourself a little snack when you felt the door being opened

"¿Preciosa?" You smiled hearing Gavi's voice

"¡En la cocina, cariño!" You exclaimed getting ready

"Hola" He said with a tired smile on, he went over and hugged you by the shoulders

"¿Que tal el entrenamiento?" (How was training?)

"Jodidamente cansador" (Fucking tiring) You smiled lightly shaking

"Hungry?"

"A lot" You hummed

"Go shower and get changed, you're home now, relax" You smiled at him kissing his cheek, making a small smile appear in his face and a light blush too.

But still, he went upstairs to shower and change meanwhile you prepared the snack that after Pablo's words of hunger turned into a proper dinner.

And in your head, you replayed all the ways this could go.

You were too deep into your thoughts that you didn't noticed Pablo was back, hair a bit wet, with some brown short and a white tee

"Preciosa" He snapped his fingers in front of you

"What?" you coughed up a little, recovering your voice

"You okay?" You nod "You've been stirring the chicken with the flame and gas turned off"

"Ah, mierda" You looked down the food and it was true, the food was ready but you kept stirring it "Sorry" You laughed "Was in my own world"

"What's wrong?" You sigh shaking your head "What did you wanted to talk about?" He asked

"What did you wanted to talk about?" He smiled

"I asked you first"

"But you said that first" He nodded face changing to a serious one "What is it then?" You asked in worry, eyebrows furrowed and all.

Seeing Pablo sigh made you stood straight

"Can we eat before doing this?"

"Can we do it now before eating this?" He sighed looking down

Pablo took a few seconds before lifting his head up and looked somewhere else "I think we should break up" Your eyes travelled to find his

"What?"

"You heard me"

"Why?" You acted confused

"These days everything has been stressful for me, I feel like we've kind of been doing our own things and I just... Yeah" He nodded several times "I don't want us to just simply fall apart because we've been friends since always and I think media these days have been a lot, I don't want you to get any of-" You cut him off

"Thank god" You sighed in relief showing a small smile

"What?" Gavi's face turned into a confused one

"THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED TO TELL YOU TOO!" You exclaimed a bit happy "Dude, we're so in sync"

"What?" Gavi's face changed to a horror one "You what?" Color draining from his face, white as his tee.

"Yes, I wanted to break up with you too, Pablo" You said

"Fucking hell" You heard someone whisper "This went so bad"

"You're obviously focused on training meanwhile I'm working and studying" You huff "Maybe it's not our moment right now, who knows? But I'm so glad you think the same way because you just lifted a weight out of my shoulders, I didn't wanted to make you feel bad"

"Wait, no!"

"We can keep on touch, yes. But don't you think it'll be a bit awkward? I mean..." You made an obvious face as Gavi stood up from the seat and walked to be in front of you quickly "And all of this it's just a lot! These fangirls of yours saying stuffs that aren't true, twisting everything little thing up, they have been giving me hard days, let me tell you that. And the media? OH GOD! Let's not talk about that point... But it just... Gets harder and harder everytime to be with you. And you're absolutely right I felt like we somehow disconnected at some point" He started shaking his head quickly and attempting to grab your hands but you keep moving them one side to the other

"NO! NO! BABY, I'M PRANKING YOU! THIS IS A PRANK!" You stopped your ranting, pulling your best 'Shocked' face on

"Ay, maldición" You cursed out

"Do you really want to break up?" He whispered eyes filled with tears

"Pablo" Hearing you say his first name made him bury his face into his hands

"Please don't" He whispered and you launched yourself at him, hugging him

"I'm sorry"

"We can work this out. It's us, Y/N. It's always been us and it'll keep going on that way" He hugged you back tightly "Please, tell me. I'll do anything, we always fix our problems together. I'm sorry for this stupid prank I didn't meant it. I love you too much"

"I love you too, baby" He hugged you tighter to him

"What can I do?" You shook your head with a light smile on

"End up this stupid pranks-on-thing and that'll be enough" He was so into it that he nodded inmediately not realizing what you had just said

"Sure, of course. I'll do it in a heartbeat" He let you go for a second before he leaned onto the kitchen counter "Hijo de puta" (Son of a bitch)

"¡¿CÓMO COÑO ELLA SABÍA?!" (HOW THE FUCK DID SHE KNEW?!) You heard Javi scream

"¿¡POR QUIÉN CREES TÚ, MI AMOR!?" (WHO DO YOU THINK, MY LOVE!?) Aurora appeared laughing "¡ESO ES PARA QUE DEJEN LAS BENDITAS BROMAS!" (THAT'S FOR YOU TO STOP THE FREAKING PRANKS!)

You wanted to laugh but your eyes were stuck of Pablo, who with his head down walked straight towards the couch and threw himself at it

You inmediately following him and got yourself onto his back, when you realized he was indeed crying

"No, no, no" You murmured turning his head to you so you could kiss his left side repeatedly, your lips feeling wet because of his tears "It was just a prank, mi niño" You whispered

"Do you really want to break up?" You shook your head, your hands finding his underneath the cushion, Pablo's inmediately gripped yours

"No, I don't" You whispered

"Is it really hard to be with me these days?" He spoke softly

"It isn't, baby. I love everytime I spend with you"

"Have you been feeling like we're really falling apart?"

"Of course not, baby. We're stronger than ever" You kissed his side "I will never break up with you, mi amor. It was just for the prank, I swear to god. You're the love of my life" You whispered

"Just don't do this again"

"No, I won't" He shook his head "This hurts like hell, can't imagine how I was going to put you through that" You giggled a bit.

One of his hands untangled with yours and reached out behind for you, grabbed you by the waist and flipped you to be the big spoon as he cuddled up to your chest

"Yes, you're mean to me" He shook his head "It wasn't enough to nearly swipe my face off of my head"

"I'm still sorry for that and I'll always be" You giggled "¿Me das mimos?" (Give me cuddles?)

"Claro que sí, mi amor" (Of course) You kissed his forehead "Todos los que quieras" (All you want) You kissed him, feeling him smile against your lips

You saw Aurora come up in the corner of the room and you inmediately shushed her away. You grabbed your phone and texted her 'Bring over a full on plate with dinner, please?'

You didn't get a response but you did saw Aurora enter a few minutes later with a plate of the dinner youjust made

"We'll be going" She whispered as you nod smiling at her

"Thanks babe" You whispered, she ruffled her younger brother hair winning a groan from him and made him cuddle more up to you

"He's baby" You smiled at your boyfriend's figure "Talk to you later" You nod "Text you when we get home" You nod letting out a soft Please do. And with that they left your apartment

"Wanna eat a bit, baby?" You asked softly as he shook his head a bit "C'mon, only a bit. Don't wanna eat alone" You parted a bit of the chicken with your hands and offered it to Pablo who huffed, pulled his head up and ate it before bringing his head down once more "You're a baby" He hums

"Your baby" You smile kissing him and kept on babying him, loving him and feeding him taking all of his insecurities away. You nod

"My baby"

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melodygatesauthor · 2 years

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Save Us

Moon Boys X f!Reader

Summary: Two months after Marc broke up with you, you get a late night call from Steven that has you worried and rushing to help them. It's hard to face them again after things went wrong, but Marc is going to try and make it up to you.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, Marc is kinda toxic, Marc needs therapy, Marc has issues, Marc needs a hug, THIS STORY IS ANGSTY, may be triggering if you've been in a toxic relationship before, sad, smut, p in v creampie, argument, breakup, exes to lovers trope, soft dom Steven, sorry in advance, no physical abuse

Major Trigger Warning: this story explores themes of emotional abuse. It was very self indulgent. If you’ve been a victim of emotional abuse (or are sensitive to topics like this) then this may be upsetting to you. You’ve been warned. I seriously went the full self indulgent route with this one. Had to work some personal stuff out and it helped!

Word Count: 9.9k (What in the...)

You were awoken in the dead of night to your phone vibrating loudly on the end table at your bedside. You groaned, sitting up and looking at the screen. Clear as day, it said, My Boys🌙. You still needed to change their name in your phone, or completely block their number. It rang until it went to voicemail, but that’s when you saw that there were seven missed calls.

You hadn’t heard from any of them in the two months since Marc had broken up with you, and now they’d called you seven times. It rang again, this time you jumped up and grabbed it immediately. You didn’t want to talk to them, but you knew it must be serious for one of them to be actually calling you.

“H-hello? Hello?” You cleared your throat.

“Dove? Darling?” You heard Steven on the other end and you let out an exhale.

You weren’t ready to deal with Marc, but Steven…at first you were relieved it was him, but the more you thought about it, Steven was worse. Steven might be able to convince you to come back.

“Is everything ok?” You asked, feeling your chest already tighten at the tone of his voice.

“No, no I’m afraid it’s not.” He was sobbing. You felt your own eyes start welling up. “We need your help.”

“Are you in danger? What’s wrong?” You tried to keep the panic down in your voice.

“I…I think I’m a little drunk, but we’re sobering up.” You could hear it now that he’d mentioned it, the slurring of his words as he spoke. “I haven’t been in the front in a long time, it’s always Marc, he won’t…oh my…he won’t let Jake or me out. We’ve been trapped in there.”

“Ok, you need to tell me where you are, right now.” You demanded.

“I’m outside of a…” You heard him pull the phone away from his face.

“Hey, watch it!” Steven yelled.

You heard some scuffling, followed by some Spanish slurs, before the phone was picked up again.

“Mi princesa.” Jake said. “We’re at the corner of Elm and Main, at a place called Tiko’s. I can feel Marc trying to take over again…por favor, querida, we need you.”

The line went dead. It was rare that Jake uttered the words por favor, or we need you. Steven’s cries would remain burned into your memory for an eternity. He cried when you’d left too, and you still hadn’t forgotten the pain. It was all you thought about as you got yourself dressed and headed for their location. You knew right where it was, it was where you and Marc had first met.

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It was also where he went just before he broke up with you. He’d come home, wasted, completely obliterated and crying. It was constant, and you were sick of it. He refused to go to therapy, said it was for nutjobs, and he didn’t want them drugging him up. You understood, you sympathized, but instead you were stuck trying to handle his terrible self-loathing attitude, and toxic behavior.

“Why don’t you just fucking leave then? Huh? If you’re not happy then why don’t you just go!” His mouth turned into a hard line, his brow furrowed.

That was always his go to line whenever things got tough. Always telling you to leave if you didn’t like it. You sometimes wondered why he even asked you out in the first place if this is how he was.

“Ok Marc, is that really what you want? You want me to leave? Fine…you say it every time we fight so you know what, I’ll go then.”

The two of you had moved in together a year ago, but you moved in to his place, so almost everything was his, Steven’s and Jake’s. The TV that had a purple spot in the corner when you turned it on from the time Marc threw one of Steven’s books at it in a fit of rage; the stool at the breakfast bar that had a wobbly leg from the time Marc pushed it over while he was drunk and yelling at you; and the dresser in the bedroom that had a broken drawer from when he punched it, it was all his.

It was heartbreaking to walk away from the other two though. They didn’t have anything to do with it. When Marc backed out, retreating to the headspace, too upset to handle the pressure, Jake came out. That was the final straw. He couldn’t even be bothered to have a conversation with his girlfriend after berating her for over an hour. He did it time and time again, and this time…you’d had enough.

“Princesa, please don’t go.” Jake said, walking up to you quickly while you started filling a bag with clothes.

“Jake.” You pulled your arm back quickly when he grabbed it.

“Cariño.” He grabbed your arm again.

“No!” You yelled a little too loudly in your apartment. “I’m done Jake. I can’t do this. You want someone to blame? Blame Marc.”

Jake was never one to give up easily, so he must’ve been able to tell how serious you were when he let go of your arm again and forfeited the body to Steven. The bastard, he knew that of the three, Steven would be the one to get you to stay. He’d done it time and time again. Always telling you that he’d confront Marc himself and that he’d work on making Marc be better for the four of you, but even Steven couldn’t help Marc, you were convinced at this point that no one could.

“Darling please,” there came the waterworks. Even when it wasn’t your fault, Steven made you feel guilty. “He’s gotten a little better, yeah? Look…”

You were still filling your bag with clothes while Steven walked to the kitchen and came back with a card.

“He got you this for your birthday.” He held the birthday card in his hand like it was supposed to be the one thing stitching the relationship together. “I didn’t even have to remind him! He did it on his own!”

You stopped, holding a pair of jeans in your hands. You looked at Steven. He was desperate. His eyes were glossed over while he tried to keep it together. You remembered when Marc got you that card, it was the day after a fight, and he felt guilty. He only ever did anything nice when he felt guilty the next day, never when it really counted.

“They’re both assholes for putting you through this.” You said, feeling yourself choking up. “I can’t do this anymore Steven, Marc doesn’t want me here, and I don’t want to be here.”

“But he’s nice sometimes, look he also…” Steven was scrambling around the apartment.

You walked to the bathroom and grabbed your toothbrush and other personal care items. When you looked in the mirror, you noticed your saddened face and realized how much you’d been crying. You’d probably been crying for at least an hour. You wiped your cheeks and went back out to the bedroom where Steven was standing with a vase.

“He got you this vase, remember when you were sick and he went and got you flowers?” Steven asked. You saw his eyebrows raise in an attempt to look happier, but they were fighting to furrow.

“Steven, please go.” You grabbed the vase and put it in the bathroom trash. “You know he only got me those because I had just complained the day before about how he never does anything nice for me? He only does something nice after I’ve complained about it.”

“I can’t just go.” He looked like a lost puppy trying to get you to keep him. “They’re both just out, quiet, I wish I could leave.”

You sighed, wiping your face and sniffling, “then they’re both fucked for doing that to you. You don’t need to be here, dealing with this. Marc is selfish, and…that’s it! He’s selfish! He’s the one who did this, he’s the one who should be here. He’s a fucking coward.”

You threw the bathroom items in your bag and then zipped it.

“Tell Marc I’ll have my brother come back for the rest of my things.” You grabbed your purse and pulled out your keys.

“Sweetheart, love, please!” Steven raised his voice, cracking under the weight of sorrow.

You turned around, “I’m so so sorry baby. I really am.” You said through your own strained voice. “You deserve better than what he’s putting you through, and so do I, I wish I could help you.”

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With that, and one last look at Steven’s broken face and waterfall of tears, you slammed the door and never looked back, until now, when you were turning the corner on the street to find Jake leaned against the building, smoking a cigarette. You got out of the car and pulled your jacket around yourself tighter. You felt like an idiot for coming back after what Marc put you through, but there you were. You reminded yourself that you weren’t there for Marc, you were there for Jake and for Steven.

“Jake, come on.” You said, waving him over.

“Oh, hermosa, I missed you.” He winked as he walked over to you. He was stinking of alcohol and smoke.

“Put that thing out.” You grabbed it from his lips and dropped it, crushing the butt under your shoe. “Let’s go.” You took his hand, to which he pulled you in close.

“You are as beautiful as the day you left, perhaps even more.” He cupped your cheek and leaned in to kiss you but you pulled back.

“I didn’t come here to get back together with you, I came back to get you home in one piece.” You pushed him back, and he stumbled and fell.

He shook his head, “Wha-oh right, I’m here and…” Steven looked up at you, it always amazed you how different each of them looked regardless of the fact that they shared the same body. “Oh my…love!”

Steven stood up and couldn’t hide the smile plastered on his drunken face. He gripped your shoulders before pulling you in for a hug. He wasn’t going to try and kiss you like Jake had, he was too respectful of your boundaries to do anything like that. Even when you were dating, he always respected your personal space.

“We really got ourselves in a predicament, yeah? Well…” He chuckled, “Marc did. I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you.”

“I need you to just get in the car, we can talk on the way back to your place.” You said, urging him into the vehicle.

When you got in on your side you let out a heavy sigh and put the car in drive before heading toward their apartment. The streetlights afforded you a split second of light before fading into darkness again. The radio was off, leaving nothing but silence. You heard Steven sniffle, fighting back the urge to cry.

“Tell me what happened, why did you call? I made it very clear-”

“Marc isn’t letting me or Jake out, it’s just headspace all day every day. He’s destroying us.” Steven said, choking on his words. “I don’t know when the last time we ate something proper was. I’m so hungry.” He pressed a hand to his stomach.

“Do you have food at the house?” You asked, pulling down a different road.

“Y-yeah I think he’s got a few things…I don’t know.” He said, laying his head back. “I missed you.” He was crying again, “I’m sorry, I said I wasn’t going to do this before I called you.”

“It’s fine. I’m…I’m glad you called me, Steven.” You said, keeping your eyes on the road.

“We had a lot of time to think after you left, and…he really didn’t deserve you, I never should’ve asked you to stay. I’m so sorry.” Just when Steven’s cries became overwhelmingly loud, they stopped suddenly, and you knew it was Jake coming back. You’d grown to know them so well that you could tell the differences between the way they each breathed when they were upset.

“Keep him in there please, at all costs.” You said coldly, trying to keep your composure.

“Si.” Was all he said. You knew he understood.

Steven wasn’t a child, and didn’t need to be treated like one, but he was much more sensitive than the other two, and you knew that he was living a nightmare having to see you and go through this, and having you just within arm’s reach, but not being able to really have you. He had been a passenger in Marc’s path of destruction, just like you had, the only difference was that you could walk away, Steven just had to suffer in there and you felt terrible for him and Jake both.

“Marc has completely taken over. Saw a girl at the bar tonight though who kinda looked like you and then he went loco, yelled at her, he was so drunk, and then he went away.” You watched him pull a cigarette pack from his pocket. “Steven was so happy to be out, he just ran outside and knew he had to call you to get you to help. Something about that girl must’ve knocked Marc back.”

“You’re smoking again? I thought you quit.” You grabbed the pack and threw it into the back seat.

“It’s Marc’s pack.” He explained, dropping his hands on his lap. You could tell you irritated him.

Marc wasn’t a smoker. At least, he hadn’t been while you were together. Jake had been, but insisted on quitting after getting to know you.

“What has he been doing?” You asked as you pulled onto their street.

“Nothing.” Jake was aggravated. “He’s been doing absolutely fucking nothing except destroying himself and dragging us down with him.” He let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve been in there for two months, dos.” He held up two fingers to emphasize his point.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you said, you didn’t know what else you could say.

“I’m not mad at you, Cariño, I could never be mad at you.” He said calmly as you pulled into the driveway.

“Jake…” You put the car in park. “Did he hurt anyone?”

“No, no one except you, and Steven.” He said softly.

“And you. You might not be showing it but, I know you’re feeling it too.” You said quietly. He always stayed quiet about his feelings, but he wasn’t emotionless, he was just less expressive.

His hand reached over and grabbed yours.

“You have always been so caring, querida.” You tried to keep it inside, but a smirk played at the corners of your mouth, Jake was always so smooth.

“Please stop.” You pulled your hand out from under his and opened the door quickly.

If you’d let his hand linger, you’d be inclined to lean into it, and you couldn’t allow yourself to do that. You damned yourself for even being there in the first place. You still had the key to their apartment and opened the door so the slightly staggering Jake could make his way inside. You made sure to lock it tightly and returned your keys to your pocket before helping Jake get to a chair at the table.

“Here.” You opened the fridge, only to find…nothing.

There were about two tablespoons of butter, opened, several sauce packets strewn about, a moldy tomato, and about three-twelve packs of beer. You took note that one of the twelve packs was down a few beers. You let out a heavy sigh.

“Guess he’s living on air and beer then?” You slammed the fridge closed.

“There’s some ramen I think, in the cupboard.” Jake said, letting out a huff. “Steven would appreciate the taste of food you know…”

“Think he can handle it?” You opened the cupboard and found some packages of dried noodles. “Being here with me?”

“He’s calmed down. I think he will be ok.” And with that, Jake was gone.

“I’m fine.” Steven said, sucking in a deep breath. “Really.”

You grabbed some water from the tap and handed it to Steven whose hands were trembling. He drank from the cup in big gulps, when he finished it, you poured him some more.

“Let me make you something to eat.” You said, turning to the cupboards.

There wasn’t one pan that you could use. They were all in the sink, or on the stove, and they were all dirty. Of course this couldn’t just be easy.

“He usually just microwaves somethin’, or eats the noodles dry.” You groaned at Steven’s words.

“I…nevermind.” You wanted to say how frustrated you were to be there trying to make food for them, and running into every obstacle along the way, but you decided not to dump that on Steven.

Instead you ran the hot water and grabbed the sponge. You soaked it and then started washing the dishes, lathering soap on each one in silence, knowing Steven’s eyes were on your back. You felt saddened by the memories flooding through your head, thinking about all the times you’d been at the sink doing the dishes for them before.

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There was one time when Steven was fronting and he was sitting at the table while you did dishes after dinner, and he was going on about some Egyptian God you couldn’t remember the name of now. You were smiling in this memory, unable to suppress the joy that came to you while listening to him chattering on about his passions. When you’d finished scrubbing and turned to look at him. He was absolutely beaming, and so were you. You were…happy then.

“How did we get so lucky?” He asked, standing up and walking over to you.

He put his hands on your waist and kissed your forehead.

“Well, Jake’s a smooth talker, you’re thoughtful and sweet and Marc…” you trailed off.

You and Marc had never seen eye to eye. He was always pushing you away. Always telling you how he should just disappear and let Jake and Steven have the body so that you could be happy. But that wasn’t what you wanted, at least, that’s what you told him. You wondered what made you fall for him in the first place sometimes, but that didn’t matter now, you loved him, right?

“Marc what?” You watched his entire body language change, and he let go of you, stepping back. He chuckled, “hard to find anything to huh? What do I keep telling you?”

You groaned, wishing that he would’ve just let you and Steven have a nice evening, but you’d struck a nerve, and Marc loved to fight. He liked to make you feel bad, at least that’s how it felt, and then leave right when you pushed too far so that Jake or Steven were left to pick up the pieces. You tried to be understanding, you knew he had trauma, but sometimes he was just cruel.

“Please don’t start, Marc, not tonight I’m exhausted.” You walked toward the bedroom and he followed, hot on your heels.

“No! Don’t you walk away from me…!” He said your name with venom laced around each letter, “we never get to talk, the other two always get the best of you and then when I come in, you…you just walk away!”

You pressed your lips together tightly in frustration.

“Are you suggesting that when I see you, Marc, that you give me the best version of yourself? Hm? Because from the way I see it, every time you’re fronting, you treat me like you don’t fucking want me here!” You felt your eyes starting to gloss over. “Not to mention, you say I’m an ass for walking away? You always retreat into the headspace every single time we argue!”

“You ever think that maybe I actually don’t want you here? How many times have I told you to leave? If I treat you so badly, then just go!” He yelled.

“Why can’t you just stop being an asshole and then I don’t have to leave?! I don’t want to go Marc, I want you to love me and treat me like you want me around!” Now you couldn’t stop the dam from flooding over. Tears were coming down, and fast, and you knew it was only a matter of time before Marc dipped out. “I love you, I don’t want to go.”

“No, you don’t love me, you love Steven, and Jake, but not me.” He said, and his words were followed by silence that hung heavily in the air.

He was right, and you weren’t going to say it out loud, but he was right. When you’d first met them, it was just Marc at first. He was sweet, caring, he treated you like a princess. The more you got to know the boys, the more you grew to love them all, and the longer you were together, the more Marc started to push you away. Because you deserved better than him, and he was no good for you, or at least that’s what he said.

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That was the moment you’d realized you really didn’t love Marc anymore. You still held him in your heart, but the spark wasn’t there. Instead it was replaced with an anxiousness that pooled in your gut like a bad meal. You turned and looked at Steven once you’d finished the dishes. He was staring up at you from the chair with those big eyes you loved so much.

“Let me get this food going before he takes over again.” You grabbed one of the pots you cleaned and filled it with water before putting it on the stove.

When you turned around, Steven was standing with his hands balled into nervous fists at his sides, eyes trained on the floor. He did that when he wanted to say something but knew he shouldn’t. You put a hand on his shoulder and he relaxed a little bit and met your gaze.

“What is it?” You asked. “Talk to me?”

“No, nope, I’m, I’m fine.” He said, pressing his lips together tightly.

“Steven, it’s three am, I drove over here to help you, I washed the dishes and now I’m cooking you food. I think you can talk to me.” You said firmly.

He let out an exhale, “I miss you s’all.”

“I know, I miss you too. I just can’t…I can’t…”

“I know. I hate him too.” Steven looked agitated, more agitated than you’d seen him in a long time.

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The last time he was this bold regarding Marc was that same night, right after Marc had accused you of not loving him. After dropping those words on you, he left, letting Steven have you, the blubbering crying mess, that he’d left behind. It wasn’t the first time that you cried because of Marc, and each time chipped away at Steven more and more until he’d had enough too.

“Love,” he rushed over to you, pulling you in tightly, letting you soak his shirt for the umpteenth time, “you know if I could hit him, I would.”

You didn’t respond, you just sobbed into Steven’s chest, trying to let yourself be soothed by the gentle way he rubbed your back. You liked the way he smelled, the way they all smelled, and you kissed his chest just above where your tears had soaked his shirt.

“I love you, Steven, and I love Marc too.” You said, unsure whether you were trying to convince him or yourself, or maybe you were trying to convince the man hiding inside his own head.

“I know darling, I think he knows, he just gets caught up in his own head sometimes.” He chuckled, “well, I guess all three of us do.”

That forced a small amused breath to escape you. The air already felt lighter, and you were starting to cope with the emotional turmoil Marc had put you through. This was how it always went, Marc would start a fight, you’d be left with Steven or Jake, and slowly your emotions would come back to normal with the help of his alters just in time for him to break you down again. It was a never ending cycle.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” You murmured, pulling back. “Steven, I love you, I love all three of you but-“

He silenced you with his lips over yours.

“That’s enough of that.” He said in a forceful but quiet tone. “I’ll keep him in there if I have to, I’m not letting him push you away from us.”

You wanted to believe him, and you wished he’d been able to do it, but he couldn’t. That didn’t stop him from seizing the moment while he had it though, pulling you in for soft kisses and entangled tongues. Steven’s favorite body part was your breasts, that’s how you could tell sometimes if the boys switched mid session. One time Jake had taken over while Steven was buried in your chest and immediately began squeezing your rear.

Not now though, now Steven was dragging your shirt up while he trekked his hand over your abdomen on his way to squeeze your rounded mound. You gasped a heated moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and entangling your fingers into his curls. The supporting hand on your back gripped tightly, pulling you in so hard you thought you might melt into one being.

“I love you, Steven.” You said, going in for more breathy kisses.

“I love you too darling.” He started slowly pushing you backward until the backs of your knees met the mattress.

You fell back, chest heaving. Steven was ripping off Marc’s jacket and shirt and you were quick to get your top off as well. He preferred you leave in your bra, he said he liked to take it off himself. Something about the way they looked when he unclasped the strap in the back, you didn’t fully understand, but you didn’t argue either.

“Wow…” he said, looking down at you. “You’re so beautiful, dove.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You were sure you looked frightful, eyes puffy from tears, makeup streamed down your face, but Steven always told you how pretty you were, no matter what. He was good at that. He climbed over you, hovering his body closely over yours. You felt the peak of his erection pressing onto your leg through his pants.

“Oh, Steven…” you moaned, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his lips to yours in deep, bruising kisses.

He was grinding himself on your leg, moaning every time he opened his mouth over yours in another wet and messy kiss. Supporting himself on one elbow, he reached around your back and unhooked your bra with one hand before disconnecting your lips to look at your chest. When he pulled the bra up over your arms, he stared in awe at your tits, wasting no more time before latching his mouth over one of them.

“Oh, f-fuck.” You stammered, gripping the back of his head.

One of his hands ran up your abdomen and grabbed your other nipple, pinching it between his fingers. You arched your back, pushing your chest further into his face and hand. You felt him gently churning his hips and grinding into you. He was sloppily sucking on your peak, covering your tit in his saliva.

“Mm, feels good baby.” You groaned, rolling your hips upward, wishing you’d taken your pants off before this.

Steven, who you’d thought would be the most timid when it came to sex, became silently demanding in the bedroom when it came to what you were and weren’t allowed to do. He liked to be the one to undress you, and he liked to be the one who started the physical piece. He liked to take his time, making you yearn until you nearly exploded the moment he entered you.

He leaned back. The shadow of his erection was oh so apparent in his sweats. It took everything inside of you not to sit forward and grab it. Steven’s little curl fell in front of his eyes, and he didn’t bother to brush it away as he unbuttoned your jeans and tugged them off.

“Oh love, look you’ve soaked straight through your little panties there.” He leaned over, burying his face in the fabric of your underpants and inhaling deeply. His pussy drunken eyes, hooded and dark, peered over your mound at you. “I’m just going to have a little taste, darling…just a little…”

He moved your panties to the side and ran his tongue along your slit, flicking sharply once he got to your clit. A gasp escaped your lips as you shifted your hips forward toward Steven’s face. He pressed a large hand on your abdomen, holding you down.

“Sh-shit.” You gripped the sheets tightly.

Steven, despite Jake’s overall skill in the bedroom, was the best at eating pussy. The way his tongue glided over each part of your cunt, and the way he slurped and groaned to your taste like he was savoring each drop made you lose your mind. He knew to put a hand down to keep you in place, otherwise your hips would force him off the bed completely. He looked up at you, eyes dark and hungry, before looking back down at his work. You tangled one of your hands into his hair, urging him on.

“Mm, Steven you always know just…oh shit…just what to do baby.” You cooed, tugging at his curls

If there was one way to help you get over a fight with Marc, this was it, and Steven and Jake knew that. They’d fuck you until you could hardly walk and then cuddle you while you fell asleep.

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Steven was quiet now while you finished making the ramen noodles. You had to keep your back to him while you cooked, otherwise you were going to break down and fall into bed with him and that wouldn’t be good for either of you. Now that you were finished, he was sitting at the table again. You put the noodle bowl in front of him with a fork.

“I hope you like it.” You said genuinely.

Steven looked up at you, “it’s wonderful love, really.”

Steven seemed happy, at least, somewhat, to be getting some food in his stomach, even if it wasn’t the most nutritious. You wondered if he’d had the chance to enjoy any sort of meal since Marc had taken over, but from the way he and Jaked talked, this was the first time either of them had been out in a long time.

You kept trying to convince yourself that you didn’t care about Marc, but a big part of you was curious as to why he took over the boy all that time. The other part of you already kind of knew.

“He really has been fronting this whole time? Why?” You walked over and sat at the table across from Steven.

Steven shrugged, “you know him, he likes to suffer, thinks he’s some kind of hero if he takes the pain himself. A bit messed up innit? Usually once the pain part is over, I come out yeah? Not anymore, the pain part never ends. It’s just…he’s always hurtin’.”

“I’m surprised that Jake hasn’t taken over, when things get really tough, he’s usually right there, ready to deal with it.” You idly picked at a tear in the tablecloth.

“I think Jake likes watching Marc…well…destroy himself.” He stuffed some noodles in his mouth. Steven was probably the only person in the world who could talk with a mouthful that didn’t make you frustrated with their poor manners. “Problem is, it’s destroying us too, and I don’t want to die.” He gulped. “S’why I called you. I thought if anyone could help, it would be you.”

“I’m glad I could help get you home, but I’m…I’m not staying Steven.” The room got quiet again.

He reached a hand across the table and put it over yours. You should’ve stopped him. You should’ve pulled away and told him to cut the crap, but his hand, his gentle and soft hand made you feel warm. Nausea swept through you as you recalled more about your time with the boys.

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Marc was smiling from across the table at you, holding your hand tightly. You were smiling too. It had been a perfect night. It was New Year’s Eve, and you’d both decided to stay in, and spend it with each other. It was three nights before the breakup, three nights before he finally brought you to the breaking point. He laughed at a silly joke you made, and now he just looked at you with those eyes.

That’s why you’d fallen in love with Marc. He had a way of making you feel like you were the most important thing in the world to him. In fact, you were so important to him that he felt like you were better off without him. He had a troubled past, he didn’t hide that. He eased into telling you about the boys, afraid of scaring you off, but he told you about his mother and about his brother before you’d met the other two. In fact, knowing about his trauma was the only reason you didn’t call him crazy and leave when he told you about Jake and Steven.

He got up and leaned over the table, placing a peck on your forehead. He grabbed your plates and walked over to the sink, turning on the faucet to wash the dishes. Your phone buzzed. It was your brother.

Joe: Hey! I’m going to be in town tomorrow, is it cool if I come over?

“Oh, Joe is asking if he can come over tomorrow.” You paused. “Should be fine right?”

The dishes clanked in the sink and the faucet stopped. Not again, you thought.

“You act different when your brother is here.” He said, turning around and wiping his hands on a towel.

“He’s my brother, of course I act different with him than I do with-”

“No, I mean…you treat me different when he’s around.” He slapped the dish towel on the counter and walked to the living room.

You buried your face in your hands. It was a simple question. Can your brother come over tomorrow? There was no reason to say no, in fact, you only asked out of courtesy. It was a way of making sure you weren’t interfering with some unknown plans. Steven or Jake would’ve just said, of course, with some term of endearment attached to the end.

The night would be even worse if you didn’t follow Marc to the living room, so you got up and went to him. He was back to, staring out the window.

“Marc, I don’t want to fight with you, I’ll just text him and-”

“Yep, just tell him that your nutjob, douchebag boyfriend doesn’t want you around your family.” He said, keeping himself turned away from you. “Make me out to be the bad guy. You’re good at that.”

“Alright you know what? I’m not doing this, Marc.” You threw your arms up before walking to the door and grabbing your keys out of the change bowl.

“Yeah? So you’re just going to leave then?” He turned and looked at you now. “Good, it’s probably for the best.”

“Fuck you.” You slammed the door behind yourself.

You’d gone down to the parking lot and started your car but you didn’t leave yet. You just sat there, crying for a bit, thinking even more about what he’d said, you act different when your brother is here. You hated to admit when Marc was right, but you did act differently toward him. In fact, you downright avoided him. He and your brother didn’t always see eye to eye, and you hadn’t exactly told Joe about Marc’s…condition, so it wasn’t like one of the boys could take his place; Besides, you were sure that would’ve upset Marc even more, you asking one of them to replace him around your family. It would’ve made him feel even more inferior than he already did.

You further hated to admit that he didn’t deserve that. To do that would seem like you were ashamed of him. Like he was your little secret. The saddest thing though, was that it wasn’t the mental disorder that you were trying to hide from your brother, it was the way that Marc acted when your brother was around. You weren’t the only one that acted different with him around.

You laughed a lot, and joked with Joe, and you assumed Marc was probably jealous that you didn’t joke with him the same way, as though you hadn’t been close with your brother your entire life. So Marc would call Joe a punk and try to one-up him in almost everything, and it exhausted you.

While you sat there in your car, furious and thinking about what to do next, you surmised it must’ve been what Marc felt like, when he left the apartment in a huff, on the nights he didn’t hide behind the other two, and he went to the bar instead. You figured that if it worked for him, it would work for you, but you’d forgotten how busy it would be. You’d forgotten for a moment that it was New Year’s Eve.

That made it easier though. People were happy to buy you drinks, seeing that you’d walked into the bar in tears. Some guy offered to take you home, but you denied him, telling him you had three boyfriends waiting for you, to which he raised his eyebrows as if impressed and laughed. When you saw one of them out of the corner of your eye charging into the bar like he owned the place, you groaned.

The well dressed man in a paperboy cap and tie walked over, grabbing your arm.

“Come on, princesa.” You pulled back.

“Jake! I want to stay for one more song!” You shouted over the music.

“No, it’s time to go-”

You covered his mouth in a quick but gentle kiss, “por favor mi amor?” You asked as sweetly as you could.

Jake rolled his eyes, but you knew he couldn’t resist an opportunity to dance with you, especially not when you talked to him like that. A smile spread across his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Dancing with Jake was more like foreplay than it was dancing. It always started facing each other. His hips would gently churn against you while you stood as close as you possibly could to him, chest to chest. His lips hardly left yours, and when they did, they instead found purchase on your neck.

The dancing always ended with your rear pressed against his erection while he dry humped you to the rhythm of the song. His leather covered fingers were around your throat while he kissed the side of your neck and cheek tenderly, drawing moans from you that couldn’t be heard over the music. By the time you finally agreed to leave, you were drunk, and a single finger stroke away from a full body, earth quaking orgasm.

You’d driven far, at least a half hour from home, giving Jake more than enough time to stick his hand in your pants while he drove and circle the smooth gloved fingers over your swollen clit. You were already so wet, he slid around easily. You gripped the door handle when you reached climax, moaning and gasping under his touch.

It didn’t stop there though, it never was that simple with Jake. He was going to give it to you when you got home. You’d been teasing his cock all night, running your hand over it through his nice pants. He would give you hell later for ruining them, as though he actually cared. As though he didn’t have ten more pairs at home.

Something about Jake made you feel different than the other two. You wanted to act out, you wanted to be the biggest brat you could just to see how far he’d push you back. The back and forth with Jake was fun though, it always ended in at least one orgasm from both of you, and smiles before dozing off. You were his little brat, and he adored putting you in your place.

That night was no different. You stumbled inside, he chased after you, closing the door with his foot. You were already removing your jacket.

“Get naked for me, cariño, papi will be in to check on you soon.” He said, giving you that smirk that caused your knees to buckle.

You went into the bedroom and wasted no time at all stripping down completely naked except for your panties. Jake always wanted you to keep your panties on, especially if they were wet. You sat at the end of the bed, waiting for him to come in. Be still your beating heart when he did.

His hat was off, likely resting on the coat hanger by the door, his jacket had been discarded as well. He was the most well dressed of the three, and boy did he make you drool standing there like that. His tie was loosened. His button down shirt was rolled up exposing his strong forearms and hands. He wiped his mouth, you were in awe watching the veins in his hands shift under the skin. He was one of the few men you’d seen that could make suspenders sexy.

“Princesa, you know that’s not how I like to see you…” He smirked at you again, an evil but playful grin.

You rolled over on your stomach and then up on all fours, presenting your rear to him proudly. He cooed about how beautiful your ass looked with a thin lacy fabric wedged between your cheeks. He brushed his bare palm over one of them and then smacked it gently. You heard the shuffling of his clothes being removed, along with the clanking from the metal on his belt.

The bed shifted when you felt him get behind you. His finger hooked under the waistband of your panties and slid down, pulling them out of your crack.

“Oh, look at you hermosa.” He used his other hand to feel around between your folds, drawing soft whines from you. “Did you like teasing me? Hm?”

“Yes, papi.” You groaned, lowering your head to the mattress and angling your rear up higher for him.

“You had a rough night, so I’ll go easy on you cariño.” He said, dropping his tie in front of your face.

You knew what to do. You put it around your neck, feeling the soft fabric against your throat, and then reached back, handing him the excess. You felt it tighten under his grip as he pulled back. Jake would never harm you, but he loved to hurt you. Sometimes he’d leave little bite marks that Steven would obsessively rub disinfectant over the next day. Other times he’d leave bruises on your waist from how hard he squeezed and fucked into you.

You’d teased him so much at the bar that he didn’t spend as much time on foreplay as he usually did, and instead kept your head level by tugging on his tie, and getting you in position to ravage you. Sliding into you was easy, you’d been ready since your orgasm in the car. He had one hand, squeezing on your hip that would periodically slap your asscheek and then go back in for a bruising hold over you.

“Si, princesa, you feel so tight, so…mmm.” He could usually last a long time, but you’d spent quite a while rubbing his cock on the dance floor, and he couldn’t hold out.

In truth you didn’t need Jake to last long though, the way he moved he always made you come, every single time. Almost every single time. On the few times he didn’t, he wasn’t afraid to get down behind you and eat his spend out of you while flicking his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves until you were gripping the sheets and begging for him to stop.

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You pulled your hand back from Steven’s, feeling a pang of guilt for holding it so long. You didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. As soon as your fingers left his, you saw the color leave his face. He dropped his fork and he leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Marc.” You said quietly.

He said your name coldly. He was fairly sober at this point. You watched his throat bob as he swallowed harshly. He reached for the glass of water and gulped some down. He was surprisingly gentle when he put the cup back down. You’d expected him to slam it.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” He said. “But I guess now that I’m here, it’s time for you to leave right?”

“Marc, you told me to go. Remember?” You were already resisting your fight or flight response kicking in.

“Didn’t actually think you would go.” He sighed and shook his head. “Probably for the best, right?”

“Never better.” You slid your chair out, standing up.

“You look good…baby.” He said.

“Goodbye, Marc.” You weren’t going to do this…not again.

You’d almost made it to the door. Your hand felt the draft through the broken trim on the doorframe from when Marc pulled it open too harshly so many times. You felt his hand…usually he just let you walk away, but his hand touched yours and you couldn’t stop yourself from turning to face him.

“Marc why are you doing this…please just-”

He closed the tense space between you, covering your mouth in his over and over until you felt like you might collapse. Part of you still tried to pull back, but it was pointless, not because he was holding on too tightly, but because you weren’t trying all that hard. You’d given in to his tender touch, his desperation, his need to keep you.

All you’d thought about all night were the bad times, but there were some good ones too, and they came flooding in while he kissed you, one soft peck after another.

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You were sitting at the bar the night you’d met, alone, and the handsome man in a forest-green shirt sat down next to you. He caught your eye immediately with his gorgeous smile and the way his eyes wrinkled when he laughed. You were completely enamored from the moment you laid eyes on Marc, entranced by his very being. The two of you drank far too much, and shared far too much that night.

You weren’t one to put out on the first date, nor when it was your first time talking to someone, but you’d made an exception for Marc. You found yourself at his place that night, listening to him coo about how beautiful you were with his face buried in your neck. He was so sweet, gentle, and kind, you wanted to be around him more and more.

Your second date, a real date, was at a restaurant you both hadn’t been to, but talked about wanting to try through your texts. It was the worst food you’d ever had, but sneaking into the bathroom to get fucked over the sink was worth the time and money spent on the bad meal.

It was more than just the sex though, of course that was great, but it was the way Marc really made you feel like you could be yourself around him. He held your hand everywhere you went, as though you were a prize and he’d won and wanted to show you off. When you agreed to be his girlfriend he started looking for excuses to say it. He would call to order pizza and say, yes, for my half I’d like pepperoni and my girlfriend would like the other half with just cheese, please.

So on the nights that he got destructive, it made things even harder. You knew where it was all coming from. Guilt. He felt like you were too good for him, so he had the, push her away before she can push me away, and the, she’s not going to leave on her own so I need to make her leave, mentality. The good times made the bad times feel that much worse, and made it that much harder to walk away when it got really rough.

No matter what he’d thrown at you, you were willing to work through it with him, if only he’d let you. It was when the other two started coming around that things got really tough for Marc, seeing the way you were with them, how you smiled, and the way they made you so happy. For him, you assumed, it made him feel even more like he wasn’t good enough for you. He was jealous, full of hatred for his own shortcomings and unable to get over the pain he brought upon himself. If only he would’ve just talked to you, instead of pushing you away, you wouldn’t be in the position you were in right then.

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You couldn’t help giving in though, letting him peel off your clothing layer by layer until you were in just your panties, and he was completely undressed, pressed up against you in the bed. Steven was your selfless lover, the one who treated sex like an artform, savoring every single piece of your body as though it were sacred. Jake was your rough and tough beatdown guy who always knew when you needed to be put in your place, but Marc…Marc knew you.

He knew just how to suck on your neck to get you whining and whimpering in ways that the other two could never dream of. He knew just what to say to make you squirm underneath him, begging for more. He kissed you deeply now, feeling around in your soaking wet panties for your clit, circling over it when he found it. You groaned into his mouth.

“Oh wow, baby, so fuckin’ wet.” He said, sliding a finger into your hole easily. “Can’t believe how soaked you are just for me.”

You arched your back, gasping, “oh, shit, Marc.” You wrapped both arms around his neck.

“Tell me how good that feels, tell me baby…” He begged, desperate for your words of praise.

“It feels so…oh shit…you feel so good.” You kept your eyes locked on his while you said it.

He covered your mouth in bruising kiss after bruising kiss while he shoved another finger into your wet cunt. You tangled your fingers into his curls, reveling in the way his moans deepend under your touch. He was so warm and familiar, no matter how much you hated yourself for giving in to him, you couldn’t deny how wonderful Marc felt while he fingered you.

“I want you…” You said, the desperation in your tone pissed you off, but you didn’t care.

“You do?” He asked in between kisses.

“Yes.” You breathed.

Normally, Marc would get you off twice, once with his mouth, fingers, and one time he got you off with his thigh, and then the second time he would get you off was by fucking you until you couldn’t see straight. Tonight he was so glad to have you there, you could tell by how he acted, that he didn’t second guess your request. He wasn’t going to make you wait to feel him inside of you. You could probably ask him for the moon right now and he’d hand it over to you.

He pulled his fingers from you and immediately stuck them between your lips. His eyes rolled back, Marc loved having his fingers sucked on while he fucked into you. You felt his cock glide to your hole.

“I wanna hear you tell me how my dick feels when I fuck you, baby.” He took his fingers from your mouth to guide himself into your cunt.

Your head flew back, nearly hitting the headboard when he finally thrust himself into you. It took you a moment to come down from the initial wave that jolted through your body. While Steven and Jake were usually fixated on breasts or ass, Marc was stuck with his mouth on your neck, leaving bruising hickeys and forcing pained groans from your lips. You wished he was terrible in bed, at least then you would’ve been able to resist him.

“Tell me baby, say it, please.” Marc was so needy, so desperate for your words, but you weren’t going to give them to him.

“No.” You said in a moan.

He didn’t even look at you, he just kept pushing into you, faster and harder, as though he could fuck the words from your mouth. You liked when Marc got a little rough with you. When Jake was rough, it was methodical, controlled, and intentional; When Marc got rough, he was jagged, unpredictable, and downright messy. He would huff while his skin smacked against yours in repetition, voice becoming more and more wrecked with each thrust.

“You’re gonna play this game, huh?” He lifted his head up and looked at you, lips pressed together tightly, dark brow furrowed.

“Yeah, yeah I am.” You spat back. His hand reached up and gripped your throat. “You gonna start fucking choking me now?”

“As if you need another reason to hate me.” He said between thrusts.

You never expected that more fighting would do you in, that that would be what got you there, but it did. Your body was heating, pooling within your core. You leaned your head back, arched your body upward, you were so close. Then all at once you were empty, Marc pulled out of you, but kept his eyes trained on yours, and his hand around your throat. Asshole.

“Tell me how bad you want it, and maybe I’ll keep going.” He was breathing heavily.

“No.” You whacked his arm away and tried to get up.

You were on the edge of the bed, almost pressing the ball of your foot to the cool wood floor when Marc’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against his chest. Instinctively you’d spread your legs over his knees. His erection was prodding between your folds. You felt his chest rising and falling against your spine. One of his hands pinched your nipple while the other guided his cock back into your cunt.

“Tell me.” He said softly.

From this position he could easily tease your clit while he fucked upward into you. This angle made him feel deeper, like he filled every bit of your channel, all the way until he couldn’t go any further. You rolled your head back over his shoulder. You hated how intimate this position felt, but you loved how it made your entire body burn.

“F-feels good…” You were practically drooling, and when he started sucking on your neck it was even worse.

“I wanna hear you, keep going.” He grunted and groaned while he kept thrusting into your tight, wet hole.

“You…oh shit…you fuck me so good, please don’t stop.” You begged, nearly crying with the need to feel yourself crashing over his girth.

“That’s right, yeah…” He continued circling his fingers over your swollen clit. “You gonna come for me babe?”

“Yes, yes, please don’t stop M-Marc it feels, oh baby it’s so…” It was coming back again, the heat, the tingling that turned you into a ragdoll.

You felt Marc’s thick cock harden inside of you, and you knew he wasn’t going to deny you this time. His arms tightened and his fingertips pinched your nipple almost to an unbearable point of agony. His other fingers didn’t stop circling though, drawing your orgasm out of you in soft circular motions. You were a panting, crying mess while your walls clamped down over him, and he was no different, groaning and grunting into your ear while he shot his hot spend into you.

“Fuck, baby.” He said as he started coming down from his orgasm.

Once you were both done, and your mind was stabilizing once more, you felt nothing but hatred for yourself, and guilt for what the other two may have witnessed from the headspace. You were sure that Jake knew, but you’d hoped that Steven had managed to get some rest. Without looking back at Marc, trying to avoid your shame, you went to the bathroom and cleaned yourself up. When you looked in the mirror, you were disgusted with the woman looking back. You promised yourself you would never do this, you thought.

When you came back out, Steven was looking back, wearing nothing but his sweats. You sucked in a deep breath, feeling only sorrow. This was it…the point in the road where you had to choose, and you weren’t sure you were strong enough to make that decision, so you were glad when the boys chose for you.

“He…erm…he knows.” Steven said softly. You heard his voice cracking.

“He knows what?” You asked.

“He knows that you have to go, and that you aren’t coming back.” Steven pulled a shirt over his torso. “I’d rather you didn’t go, I’d rather he go but…”

“He can’t.” You helped him finish his sentence.

“Right.” His bottom lip began to quiver.

You knew that the part of Marc that loved you wouldn’t allow for him to completely give up the body while you were present, and therefore the two of you would always be at each other’s throats. You couldn’t have Steven and Jake without Marc, because Marc couldn’t stay away, he just couldn’t, and so you, for your own sake, had to go, and never come back.

“I really am going to miss you, Steven, and Jake.” You walked up and placed a kiss on Steven’s tear stained cheek. “And you too Marc.”

You didn’t turn back around when you left, you didn’t check to make sure that they were ok, you just put your clothes back on, grabbed your keys, and walked out the door. You weren’t sure if your visit to them would have left them saved, or if Marc would continue to spiral and destroy them all, but you couldn’t stay, that much you knew for sure, no matter how much it pained you to go.

You had to do what was best for you for once, even if it nearly killed you.

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My Pretty Little Bastard (Part 2)

Yandere!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

A/N: All characters in this fic have been properly aged up to 18+. Please forgive spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

You can read Part 1 here:

TW: abusive behavior, stalking, breach of privacy, targcest between uncle and niece, implied noncon.

Aemond was happy, at least you think so. His touches gentle as he laid his cloak on your shoulder, the slight squeeze on your shoulder reassuring as you rise and face the crowd as husband and wife. He smiled at you, genuine you would like to think, for you never see such expression on his face.

Low whispers that used to taunt you, gave you comfort that day, in the morning he promises to keep you safe, in the afternoon to keep the family united, and in the night to be gentle.

The first bedding night still hurts, but the kisses on your temple, apologies, and the gleaming sapphire in the place of his missing eye gave you something else to focus on.

And so, you too strive to be happy.

You speak naught of the letters to your family. Now that Aemond has changed for the better, you can start anew.

You shielded Aemond with appreciations when your Daemon jabbed on your ‘miserable appearance’.

Even your mother, the woman who was supposed to know you in and out, hugged you in glee. A marriage full of love and passion is a blessing my love.

Grandsire, in his Kingly outfit, joins the family dinner that day. None of your pleas stuck in his mind it seems. He toast for his handsome son and lovely granddaughter, a new branch to strengthen the dynasty.

Aemond by nature is not a warm person but his efforts shone when he makes time to accompany your daily stroll in the garden of the Red Keep. At times with a book to read, another times with flowers in hand, and that one particular time a sapphire ring to adorn your finger with, a piece of him.

Your life is a dream, mother was right, this marriage is a blessing and you will try your hardest to keep it so. A good dutiful wife is what you strive to be, long forgotten are the dreams to one day came back to Dragonstone, claim a dragon, and soar high in the sky. No, your place is here, right by Aemond’s side.

Nightly activities are stilted still, but both of you made an effort. Some days your husband even went out of his way to pleasure you. The more pleasure involved, the higher chance it is for you to get pregnant my love.

You blushed and nodded.

He’s slowly morphing into a different creature by night. Naked in all senses, unguarded and honest.

When you confronted him about the letters he broke down in tears. Admission of his own insecurities and fears slipped out of his mouth.

I was afraid of losing you to someone else, or that you may have felt that I am not good enough to have you.

I am not well, not inside, my fears caused me to act irrationally and impulsively.

In this violent and tumultuous world I have to be feared, to pursue power and control at any cost. For you…

For our family, he landed a hopeful kiss on top of your stomach.

When your moon blood ceased to flow and your belly began to swell, Aemond took the last part of his vow with fervor and determination.

Oldtown? You asked him.

He carefully explains that the difficult pregnancy and the duties of a princess weigh heavily on you. It is best you reside in my new estate, free of burden, to focus on our child.

Built just outside the Oldtown we will have the best maesters and medicines - as well as daily blessings from the sept, to aid your pregnancy.

Lets not worry about your parents, and siblings, they have dragons don’t they? They can visit whenever they want.

And I promise this time, your letters are yours.

The journey to Aemond’s estate was a strangely tense one, with guards, lots of them, and you can even hear the sound of a marching army behind your entourage. Not that you are allowed to look. I do not want you out there, these men deserve not a speck of your attention my love. We are fast approaching anyway.

Loneliness is one thing. It is what you are good at. Years alone at the Red Keep with no one to call allies had prepared you for that.

But total isolation is another matter.

Upon your arrival it's apparent that you had made a wrong move, this place is a prison. Its bars gilded with gold, its high walls decorated with flowers, its guards and warden wear silks, but prison all the same.

Forget the promised letters and visits, you could not even see out of the windows, not since you entered the carriage that brought you out of the Red Keep.

Is this place even anywhere near Oldtown? You find yourself wondering with no one to ask, not even Aemond.

Ever since you arrived here, Aemond swiftly took off with Vhagar, said his duties awaits him.

By spring, your belly began to prominently swell, it has been the 5th moon since the maesters declared you pregnant, and 4th moon since you arrived in this castle.

Aemond returned intermittently, to give you gifts, hug and kiss you, even bed you.

Yet he never stayed for the night.

Nor did he indulge in your questions.

Streaks of 10 year old Aemond came up now and then, the boy with disgust in his eye and poison in his words.

And you, once again, learn to avoid him.

Alone as usual, you sang and told tales to your only companion, your belly and the child inside it. But that night something arose, a sinister thing that chokes your nerves and filled your mind with dread as you hear people screaming in pain.

The barn caught fire your grace, please be at ease it will be over soon, your maid said before she fell to the floor, blood on her back.

Princess? A voice called for you.

A/N: Thank you for the encouragement and kind words, I hope you don’t mind the cliffhanger. Reader-chan is still suffering with no happy ending in sight. Well, that’s what you get for gullibly trusting man like Aemond.

Part 3 is out

#aemond #targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond x reader #hotd imagine #hotd #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen angst #house of the dragon x reader #yandere #yandere aemond #yandere aemond x reader #tw yandere #tw toxic relationship #house of the dragon

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scribble-dribble-writes · 1 year

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Hellooooo!!! I had an idea of what if Miguel’s s/o (reader) is an immortal? Like they can’t be killed either. A scenario where they have to explore and navigate their relationship because Miguel would inevitably die and leave poor reader all alone. Or perhaps Miguel finds a solution? Or maybe he reincarnates? Idk, i would love to see how you would approach it.

Thank you in advance!!

Hi! This was such an interesting ask, thank you 💖

I hope I did it justice 🥺

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To recognize you

Word count: 900

Warnings: none

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Miguel held your chin in his palm, as his eyes roamed over your features.

His skin buzzing with a warmth you craved for, knowing well that his presence could only delight you for so long before time took him away from you.

“2070.”, he whispered and you told him of what you loved in that year.

“You were born.”, you smiled which caused his lips to tilt up, his chest rose and fell beneath you with every breath he took.

“2095.”, he stated next, his hand moving away to brush aside your hair as he caressed your cheek.

“You kissed me at midnight in a new year’s day celebration.”, you tucked your face into the crook of his neck as he sighed. Inhaling deeply, you could still recognize the hint of his cologne that stuck onto his skin.

“And then you disappeared on me.”, his hands trailed up your back as though it was a sacred practice, to memorize your shape and form in his hands.

“You know why.”, you said softly to which he hummed in response.

“So you can live a few more years than me. Why should that be a hindrance?”, he had a way to make it sound sweet. To romantise it or overlook it completely. That being here in his arms was normal, that the sand in the hourglass was non existent.

“Miguel.”, you said his name, to stop him, because it broke your heart, to live in this same cycle over and over again. To fall in love and see them fade away.

“mi vida – he wanted to put across his point but you placed your finger on his lips, he paused.

“Your life is a fragment in mine.”, your brows stitched together in sadness.

“and in this dreary existence of mine, you were the first to make me forget about all of it. Until I saw you laughing with Peter and knew that I will have to watch it all. Again.”, you could feel your eyes beg for tears to come out of your system but you just didn’t have any left. After having cried them all in the centuries you had lived. To be given the gift to see it all and yet never get to hold anything. You traced your finger down his lips and his hand caught yours.

“The tiredness.”, you said, your gaze focused on his fingers as he fiddled with yours in the soft warm light.

“The fading smile.”, you intertwined your fingers with his.

“The blurry grey eyes.”, he held your hand and it tethered you to him. He held the beauty of a butterfly, to light up your world for a second.

“And then in the end, you won’t recognize me anymore.”, you said and his gaze grew intense as he paused.

“You will be at peace, long gone. Leaving me behind. And I’ll be here, living in this moment.”, you felt your heart break and you wondered how it could still do that after all these years. How you still had the ability to feel anything at all.

He drew your hand in to kiss it. Slowly, softly and gently as his eyes closed. He exhaled deeply and his gaze was on you again.

“When I can’t see, I’ll dream of you. I’ll remember you by the sound of your laugh and the warmth of your fingers. When my mind crumbles to time, always know that, in my hollow eyed stares, I’m with you, reliving our time together.”, his eyes grew darker, almost like how chocolate glimmered as it melted, because there was a weight in his words. He said it with a reverence.

“I will always recognize you, all I need is for you is to be near me.”, he said finally and pulled you in closer.

If you could physically stay here for a day and swap it in exchange for your immortality, you would do it in a second. Because being here, it was the only time it felt like someone knew you. And to be known by him was more fulfilling than living on endlessly.

“If only I could ask you to lay with me forever.”, you sighed.

“You could.”, he said softly, you froze.

“There is a way.”, he huffed a laugh to your reaction, as you whipped your head up to see him.

“How?”, you said it as fast as you thought it, because that was how desperate you were.

“I am a genetic scientist.”, he narrowed his eyes at you in way to joke about your disbelief in his statement.

“I’ve found a way to get my genetic matter to decay much slowly that what is known.”, he explained.

“So that would mean –

“yeah, maybe not forever but you’ve got a few centuries with me still.”, he smiled and it stopped your heart. You held your breath, the feeling of ease washing over you with knowing that you had more time.

All of a sudden, this moment became beautiful in how ordinary it was. You didn’t have to memorize it all, you didn’t have to cling to it because now you didn’t have to think about losing him.

This was where you finally thought of living your life and accepting everything it had bestowed upon you. Because you didn’t have to carry the weight of loneliness for a while. Not until he was around.

#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction

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Simon and his father take a trip to the Scottish highlands for the summer, he knows only one of them will leave.

Johnny is a boy obsessed with filming explosions from fireworks he's not supposed to have.

Los Vaqueros are a group of Mexican teens derailed from their field trip waiting for teachers that might not come back.

Huge lore and plot dump below.

Mild tw for Simons father

Simons father has always taken him on hunting trips, sometimes he hated them, some times he liked them. But he'd never taken him this far from manchester. There are weapons in the cabin they rent, his father is eerily sober, one of them is going to die out here. Simon can only hope that Tommy won't be next.

Johnny meets him when he strays too far from his father. Part of it on purpose, he would never be on equal footing, more so when his father had the rifle and not him. He's in the tree's, at first simon thinks its prey, but there's a camera lense staring right at his scope.

Los Vaqueros come later, the leader arguing with a girl with choppy hair, Valeria and Alejandro trade glares while Rodolfo tries to mediate. Their bus broke down, leaving them stuck in town desperately renting a cabin near but far from the one simon is in.

It's the most interesting thing thats happened to johnny, and in the makeshift bonfire Valeria corners him and Simon. Her gaze is snakelike and a ring clinks on the bottle she's holding

"You say that he's an asshole yes? Your padre. Mine was the same, en mi opinión? It is kill or be killed."

Valeria nods at Alejandro, she tells them of a faceless force where she's from. The person sponsoring the trip for them, 'good will'. The five of them band together, the rest of the Vaqueros utterly ignorant.

Simon will save his family, Alejandro will get them home, and johnny? He's going to make the best home video.

Yeah so thats the whole plot, originally it was just going to be ghoap but somehow the Vaqueros fell into place. It kind of made more sense to have Valeria give them the idea? She doesnt have a whole bunch of canon lore so I figured she'd have an in with the cartel via her father, who was awful. And when Valeria killed him the nameless helped her cover it up and she got her own little spot.

Alejandro broke off their relationship after that, it's why they're on bad terms. He formed the Vaqueros as a funny joke that he started to take seriously when kids around Las Almas genuinely needed help that wasnt someway connected to the cartel, adults had that with rudys mother, so Ale and his childhood friend Rudy decided to help people their age in a way that doesn't rely on adults too much.

Everyone here is about 16-18. Soap is 17, ghost is as well but a few months older. Rudy Alejandro and Valeria are 18. And the youngest cowboy is 16.

Im trying to fit Gaz and Alex in? Im thinking that they both live in Texas, Gazs parents had a falling out since mum was from Texas hes there. Their school is on the same trip in the same bus a sort of cross trip to help the shitty american public school get a better name, as well as the cartels big PR move with having a class from one of Las Almas' schools.

Johnny is a bit weird here, but his motivation is he's suffering from extreme middle kid issues. Loves his family but since he's almost invisible is able to just kinda run off as long as hes back home eventually. He has a camera he uses to film any of his mishaps with, its essentially just jackass. As well as a video diary. Dont be fooled, its also an excuse for me to write some of it in script like format.

Simon is almost exactly the same as he is in the 09 comics, obviously a bit different. But childhood is the same.

I wanted farah to be here so bad but her childhood is literally a warzone and theres no way I can get her and her brother in Scotland. Because im trying so hard to make this somewhat believable, like yes its is a summer mystery horror au. But god I just really need things to make a little sense otherwise I cant do it. Same with Price Nik and Laswell. Like I could group Laswell in with Alex and gaz, and maybe I could pair her with Valeria for funsies. However Nikolai is in russia so... oopsie, and price? Like... how do you turn price into a teenager, he'd be what 19 or 20? Theres no reason he'd be in school, I dont think he'd be held back.

Also you may wonder, why is graves not here? Uh.... because I dont care, he wouldn't have a place here. The antagonist is Simons father, and honestly man? I just dont care that much for his character.

Man theres... theres so much I have here dude, I want to throw roach in there, and I THINK I could squeeze him in as one of ghosts school mates but the point is the first act has Simon completely isolated.

Anyway thats it. Bye.

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Arrow of Time: Chapter 4 [Five Hargreeves/ F Reader]

(Hard Feelings Part 5)

SUMMARY: When the mother of all teenage tantrums causes time itself to fracture, Five has to travel back to 1831 to repair the damage. But will he be able to cope with what he finds there?

On to Chapter 5 >> << Back to Chapter 3

Five makes plans to rescue you, but it's been far longer for you than for him.

Chapter 4: At Home With Reginald Hargreeves

Five chose a Glock 19 and filled his jacket pockets with as many spare pre-loaded magazines as he could carry. At 33 rounds each, he prepared to leave sitting on a respectable level of firepower; he just hoped he wouldn’t need it .With any luck, he thought, he’d arrive in something like the early 2000s and she’d be there waiting for him. He hoped for the best but prepared for the worst.

The heavy coat was a just-in-case choice. He knew from bitter experience: a decent coat was worth its weight in gold if you were stuck in some wasteland away from people. On the off-chance that Five wouldn’t be stuck in some wasteland away from people, some of Reginald’s gold antiques could be easily sold to help him get by. While Five was in the armory, Diego had searched him out a spyglass, what looked like a snuff-box and a pocket watch, all in gold or gold and enamel.

“That should keep you going, hermano,” he said, giving Five’s shoulder a squeeze. Apparently, he’d chosen to forget Five’s meanness earlier. Despite Five’s favourite taunt, Diego wasn’t dumb: just then, he could see past his brother’s bluster of confident action to the just-veiled panic within.

“You’ll find her.” he said, reassuringly, “she’ll probably be standing right on a street corner in 1970 or somewhere yelling about how Nixon’s a fascist.”

Five had cracked a smile at this before looking down again at his shoes.

“Diego…I don’t know for sure what’s going to happen. And…”, he’d sighed fitfully, indecisively, “what the hell am I doing? If I go, she could be losing both parents.”

Diego squeezed the hand still on his shoulder.

“If you don’t go, she could die. We all could. You know it, Five.”

Green eyes met brown as Five looked up.

“If we don’t come back, then-” he couldn’t finish the request, voice squalling as he choked on the words.

Diego shook his head, laughing softly at the fact Five thought he even had to ask.

“Like she’s our own. Tu hija es mi hija .”

Five nodded, some of his worry removed and, in a move as rare as it was heartfelt, hugged Diego. They broke apart after much throat-clearing and back-slapping.

“Come on, Number Two,” Five said then, throwing off gravity with as much irony as he could muster.

Back in the study, Lila was trying her best to extort a smile from Aoife- to keep her relaxed despite Uncle Luther’s grave expression.

“Honestly, sweetie, that’s got to be the most epic teenage meltdown in history. Whacking your Mum through a rip in time? That’s genius : that’s the stuff of teenage dreams. I just wish I’d thought of it when I was your age.”

As Five and Diego walked in, her father dressed to leave, Aoife began to leak from the eyes again.

The others tactfully averted their eyes as Five beckoned her to him for one final hug, giving them a little privacy .Aoife whispered unintelligible apologies and Five loving reassurance. Though it was mostly in Italian, the tenderness in Five’s voice was enough to let them know that this was for his daughter’s ears alone.

Five tried to put as much as he could into that hug: years of love, guidance and comfort that he might now never be able to give her.

“ Ti voglio bene. Tua madre ti ama.”

“Dad, I’m sorry!”

“Stai sempre al sicuro, sappi che ti amiamo e comportati bene. Sono orgoglioso e non smetterò mai di esserlo, ok?”

He held her tight for a few more precious moments before letting her go and stepping backwards. He was nervous or, more accurately, terrified. He hadn’t wanted to suggest that Aoife may not be able to replicate what she did; he didn’t want to plant even a shred of doubt in her mind. He knew it was entirely possible that she wouldn’t be able to send him after his wife but he had to go on pretending: for himself as well as for their daughter.

“Go on, cara,” he said, mustering a grin as if this was just a game of soccer and she was preparing to take a penalty against him, “send me wherever you sent Mom. Just do exactly the same thing.”

“Okay.”

She took a couple of deep breaths and shook out her limbs, bracing herself against the floor.

“That’s my girl.”

She rubbed her hands together and he felt her power up. This was a good start.

“Come on now,” he encouraged, buoyed himself, “just a big push and we’ll be back before you know it.”

She nodded, fervently, eyes still sparkling with tears. Did she believe him or was she nodding with the force of how much she wanted it to be true? She closed her eyes and sprang at him.

He breached the film-like seal easily. She’d done it: he spiralled into senseless static storm. He fell (or maybe falls?) through time, screwing up his eyes against the turmoil.

And he lands, amazingly, on his feet. His knees buckle only slightly. Straightening his back, he looks over his shoulder at the tear, watching it disappear in a sag-like collapse. No problem: it’s still there, only invisible.

He hurries out of the alleyway, brain much cooler than he’d imagined it would be, and scans the crowded street for a glimpse of his wife. Nothing. A setback, but only a slight one. He calls her name experimentally. Nothing but a few haughty looks from passers-by. Okay: reconnaissance time.

It’s old-timey times, that much is clear. He doesn’t know much about fashion but if that woman’s hat is anything to go by, it’s certainly pre-20th century. Carriages on the road: definitely 19th century. There’s a chill in the air: so winter, maybe early spring? He’d be thankful for the warm coat were it not attracting so many stares. So where is he?

He strolls into the street, still scanning the pedestrians for a glimpse of your face. The accents of the passers-by certainly sound American and this is clearly a city, so he decides to work on the assumption that he’s traveled further through time than he has space. Those accents weren’t precisely what he’d expect from local New Yorkers, but he knows enough about linguistic change to know that accents shift over centuries. If these people sound a little more Irish or English or Italian or whatever, it’s to be expected.

He takes off the coat and drapes it over his arm. In exposing his suit, he hopes to look slightly less out of place than he does in the coat with its obviously modern fabrics. At least a suit will be a recognizable garment to these people, even if he’s wearing one that looks completely bizarre to them.

Though Five doesn’t know it, his next move mirrors yours when you arrived here, although he has less care for being polite. Across the street, a man slightly more down-at-heel than the relatively affluent people around him carries a newspaper under his arm. Five blinks across to him, appearing directly in his eyeline and causing him and several others to call out in shock.

“Is that today’s newspaper?” Five says, abruptly. He’s unwilling to tread softly: he wants to find you and get the hell out of here.

The man nods and Five holds out his hand expectantly. He thrusts it towards him and hurries away. Five knows he and the others will already be trying to rationalize what he saw: of course that strangely dressed man didn’t appear out of nowhere, he just stepped out from behind that carriage extremely quickly.

Five shakes out the front page. It’s a copy of the New-York Evening Post, dated March 6th 1831. That answers two questions: yes, he is in the nineteenth century and yes, he is still in New York. But none of this answers the more important question of where the hell his wife is.

Stuffing the newspaper into his back pocket, he blinks back to the alleyway, checking the walls for the hope of some sign: some calling card you might have left. Nothing.

Hell, is he in the right place? Did Aoife somehow send him somewhere else? He didn’t think it was possible but he would have expected to have seen something by now if you were here. You knew how things went down in Dallas: you knew how he’d had to find his siblings like a trail of more-or-less idiotic breadcrumbs. You’d leave him some way of finding you again, he knew it.

Tracking people down was never a huge part of his skill-set, either when Dad was training them or when working for the Commission. Indeed, the job that had made his name in the Commission, (Paris: 1938) had been notable because he’d had to improvise after being unable to track the target down in time. Nevertheless, he’d had enough experience with it to know how to begin in a situation like this.

He walks back to the alley where he arrived and puts himself squarely in your shoes. Knowing you almost as well as he knows himself by now, he’s at an advantage: it’s time to reconstruct your first moments here.

You were a first time time-traveler without the aid of a briefcase and his supportive arm…you’d be disorientated. You’d have fallen onto the cobbles. He crouches down, trying to get to the level you’d be at. You’d be scared, obviously. He looks into the sky behind him, where the portal would have just disappeared: you’d be looking for help, looking for him… but clearly he wasn’t there.

Still immersed in your headspace, Five looks around into the street. You’d probably panic, maybe run into the street and cause a stir. People would stare at you like they’d stared at him…except you were in your pajamas and robe: braless and exposed…you probably wouldn’t get much help from people on the street. They’d think you were mad.

His stomach lurches at this. If there’s one thing he knows about the 1830s, it’s that mentally-ill people were not treated well. So that puts asylums firmly on his list, unless he can find a better lead. Shit, a woman on her own in 1831?

The realization makes him pause, blood running cold; if you’re here, then you’re probably in serious danger. He needs to find you, and quickly. He doesn’t want to think about what might happen if you’re here alone for even a few days. He bats away the thoughts for now and returns to his process.

Vulnerable, unsure where (or when), you were and attracting stares from people dressed like a period drama. He crosses his arms over his chest as you would likely have done, to hide prominent nipples. Inside…you’d want to go inside and get off the street.

He hurries into all the establishments on the street: he blinks from church to pawnbroker and bookstore to butcher: neither the preacher nor the store’s clerks can recall a woman of your description.

In the pawnbroker, he makes his first mistake. He’s so distracted by first enquiring after you and then selling the antique spyglass that he doesn’t notice something in the window: something that could lead him to you much more quickly. As it is, he walks straight past that item, folding the two hundred and ten dollars he got for the spyglass and placing the notes in his jacket pocket with two of the Glok’s spare clips.

If Five hadn’t been concerned with concealing the ammunition, he might have caught the sparkle of rubies and spotted your engagement ring in the window for sale.

He’d initially overlooked the Milliner’s shop right beside the alley entrance. When he blinks inside unexpectedly, the two women comparing the shade of ribbon on two bonnets give little screams of surprise.

Ignoring them, Five focuses his attention purely on the shop’s startled proprietor:

“Did a woman come in here? She’d be dressed strangely. In a pair of pajamas and a robe?”

“Pajamas?” said the clerk, clearly not understanding the word.

Five tries to keep his frustration under the surface, “Like a cotton shirt and pants? With a floral pattern and a white robe on top? Probably panicking.”

There’s a spark of something like recognition in her eyes. Her disposition towards him, (already chilly), seems to cool even further on learning of his association with her.

“Yes sir, though it was a long time since.”

“How long?”

“About a year now, I’d say.”

A year? Five rubs a hand down his face. A year? While he collects himself, the clerk looks him up and down.

“You wouldn’t be her husband, would you?”

His eyes snapped back to hers, heart leaping,

“Yes. What did she say?”

“As I say, it was a long while ago now and I’m afraid I shooed her out right quick. I can’t say I can remember all she said.”

Five leans threateningly over the counter.

“Well, think.”

The shop’s customers behind him whisper among themselves. He ignores them, eyes boring into the clerk’s. She stammers slightly as she responds,

“I didn’t set much store by it. She seemed mad to me, I’m sorry to say. She was raving about being separated from her husband.”

Five tries extremely hard not to snap, “She was separated from her husband. What else?”

She quails under his look, backing up towards the door to the back of the store.

“S-she said to tell you where she was staying if you came enquiring for her.”

He raises his eyebrows expectantly. Why this woman can’t just get to the point , he has no idea.

“Yes, and where was she staying?”

“At the tavern,” the clerk said, as if this was evidence in itself of his wife’s ill-repute. “The Bull’s Head. It’s a block away and it’s got one or two rooms overhead.”

As the church clock strikes four, Five starts to lose his cool; he found the Bull’s Head and the owner had remembered a woman matching your description stayed a few nights until she could no longer pay and then vanished without a trace. He’d pressed the guy as much as possible, but that’s all he seems to know. Combing the immediate area had also yielded nothing. He has no leads: nothing, zilch.

…and after all the time he spent packing ammunition, he forgot his pills. No Zoloft or Prozac in this time period. He’ll need to go cold turkey.

He’s spent one of his dollars on a night’s room and board on the understanding that he may be staying longer. He’d asked specifically for the room you hired: he doubted it would help, but it makes him feel closer to you somehow. The bed is saggy, the mattress filled with some kind of husk and the thin feather-filled bolster on top does little to compensate. Sure, the room isn’t exactly the Ritz, but Five’s had worse accommodations in his time. He’s spent most of his life without plumbing; at one time, he’d have thought pissing into a chamber pot the height of luxury, and the latrine in the yard out back meant that he at least didn’t have to bury his shit.

He was used to slumming it, but you weren’t. In your fifteen years together, Five had never known you to be anything other than prissy about your bathroom habits. The reflection made him feel a strange squirm of amusement and pity. How you’d cope in this environment, he had no idea…but you would have adapted; you’d have had to.

Now, he drums his fingers erratically on the bar, drinking beer that tastes like warm piss. He shifts uncomfortably, realizing that he’s sitting on the newspaper still in his back pocket. He’s exhausted all his options for today: it can’t hurt to scour the news for some sort of clue.

He’s surprised by how much of the paper is taken up by advertisements. The entire front page is full of bullshit like: ‘Doctor John Ashton’s most efficacious elixir for relief from ladies monthly courses’ and how ‘Miss S. Campbell is pleased to announce her opening of a store for the wholesale and retail of fine silks and muslins’ but Five scours through them all nevertheless, hopeful for anything, anything at all.

And then, when he gets to the ‘society’ page, his prayers are answered and his worst fears confirmed in one fell swoop:

…and after all the time he spent packing ammunition, he forgot his pills. No Zoloft or Prozac in this time period. He’ll need to go cold turkey.

And then, when he gets to the ‘society’ page, his prayers are answered and his worst fears confirmed in one fell swoop:

AT HOME WITH SIR REGINALD HARGREEVES Newcomer to the Manhattan set, Sir Reginald Hargreeves, will be entertaining to a select group of Ladies and Gentlemen on March 9 at his home in LeRoy Place. Though one of the latest of an increasing number of British arriviste, Sir Reginald has made quite the impact on Manhattan society, and is already acquainted with the finest people. The evening will be devoted to music, dancing and social chat and promises to be a most fashionable occasion...

It makes him double-take. He can practically feel the blood draining from his face and into his extremities. Dad? Here? Throwing a party!? It just seems too much of a coincidence to not be significant. And how? How old was he? He knew he’d been around in the 20s, but to be here nearly a century earlier?

He knows time’s in a fragile state right now, and if there’s one place he shouldn't go, then it’s that party, (the last thing he needs is to kick off another Sparrow Academy scenario), but he also can’t not go to this party. His Dad and his wife, appearing in a timeframe where neither of them had any business being? This wasn’t a coincidence: it simply couldn’t be.

…but he couldn’t just burst in and scream: ‘Hey Dad, where’s my wife and what are you doing here?’ It was essential to travel under Hargreeves’ radar and if he was going to do that, he had to be disciplined. No blinking, no yelling, nothing that could make him stick out. He hoped this ‘select group of ladies and gentlemen’ wasn’t too small so he had half a chance of blending in.

And if he were even to have a quarter of a chance of blending in, he needs to look the part.

Then, Number Five makes his second mistake: He tears the society page out of the newspaper, folds it and hurries to the bar to ask for the nearest tailors or gentleman’s outfitters. When he hurries out of the door, he leaves the rest of the newspaper on the table. If he'd kept reading to the personals section, he would have seen something even more useful than the piece about Reginald.

NUMBER FIVE - If a certain gentleman wishes to correspond with an old acquaintance, then he might apply to the editor of this newspaper.

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whydontyousaeso · 9 months

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can you please do an Damian Priest X Fem Reader Story (fluff with a little angst),,

They are both WWE Superstar's and also Dating (their relationship is also involved in The Judgment Day) and Reader has match against Zoey Stark and gets injured really badly and she's out of action and alone at their shared home and he's cames back home from an month long tour and reader is missing being together on the road with him and tear up and he comforts her immediately🥺

Home again

Damian preist x fem Reader

Warnings- talk about details of injury(broken arm), small depression rut, none other besides that

Type- Angst that goes into fluff

A/n- hiiii tysm for being my first request ily 🫶🫶 honestly this is a bit more angsty then it is fluff, but I tried my best with the prompt you gave me ! Feel free to send in some more if you like this, love you guys!

This month had been hell for you.

Before you were stuck at home you were on Monday night raw, prepping for a match with your boyfriend, Damian Preist, and Rhea.

As you stretched out you listened to Rhea prep you up, this wasn’t that big of a match, but it would boost your career as a women’s star.

And if you could do that, you could win the royal rumble and take the championship from Iyo.

That was the plan.

That was always the plan.

You and Zoey had been feuding for a while. It started with a small argument between you and her, then spiraled into something bigger and bigger.

You watched on the screen in front of you, Kayla was interviewing her.

“When I get out there, I’m gonna make sure the break every bone in her body!”

Yeah right.

Yeah, right?

You never really took threats like that seriously. After all, if Shayna tried anything or if it got too rough Rhea could just interfere.

You didn’t expect them to actually be serious though.

“You got this mi amor, I love you”

You smiled and kissed Damian on the cheek

“I love you too D!”

The match started out well, you had the upper hand and you were working the crowd well with Rhea.

It wasn’t until she started to try and put you in the arm bar that you noticed something was odd.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

This was weird. She wasn’t even doing it right.

“Hey! What the fuck?!”

It wasn’t until she pulled all the way back and you felt your arm crack that you finally got the answer.

Luckily the ref saw as well, stopping the match instantly.

As soon as the bell rung Rhea was at your side, asking what was wrong and trying to get medical attention to you.

All you could really do was hold your now broken arm and wail in pain.

Eventually medics did come out and they were able to get you on a stretcher and roll you out. And luckily your boyfriend was waiting as soon as you hit backstage.

“Mi amor..”

Even with you being face to face with your boyfriend you couldn’t speak. How pathetic.

Unfortunately he wasn’t able to go with you either because he had tag titles to defend.

How unfortunate

It turned out that Zoey broke both your arm and collarbone. Putting you on the sidelines for a while.

Potentially out of the royal rumble.

So as you sat at your shared home, you had done nothing but sit in this spiral of what could’ve happened instead.

You hadn’t been able to properly shower because of the cast, and what you ate was minimal.

You felt horrible.

And you just wanted your boyfriend.

Oh how you missed your sweet, loving boyfriend.

You were able to call him every night, thank god. But still you just needed him to hold you close to him and tell you that everything was gonna be okay.

Fortunately, he was set to come home soon. But until then it was hell.

You were stuck in your bed all day, not being able to get up, but finally you heard the door open and a bag drop.

“Y/n?”

“I’m in here D”

It took less then 15 seconds for him to run to your bedroom.

You looked up at him and instantly burst into tears, feeling so many emotions jumbled into one small moment.

“Shhhh, it’s okay mi amor, it’s okay”

You melted into his touch, feeling his hands wrap around your cheeks, wiping away every tear that fell down.

“Damian, I missed you so much”

“Shhh I know, I’m right here now, don’t worry baby girl.”

You leaned into his chest, letting yourself feel the way it rose up and fell with every breath.

Suddenly you were at peace again. Your tears slowed down and all the emotions you had that was previously overwhelming you went away.

You closed your eyes and listened to his sweet mumbling, allowing yourself to finally release all the tension that you had built up.

You didn’t care about the rumble

You didn’t care about Zoey

And you didn’t care about the huge ass cast on your arm

You just cared about him.

His voice was smooth and deep, you could tell that he was talking with his chest this time.

Just the way you liked it.

As he heard and felt you had calmed down he helped you sit up better so that you guys were eye to eye.

“Do you feel better cariño?”

You nodded, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

His warm cheek felt good against your cold lips.

He smiled and pulled you closer to him, kissing your neck in the process.

“How about we shower together, that way I can help you and we can both unwind. Then we can order some food and eat together.”

The idea had never sounded better.

Luckily Damian knew how to take care of your hair, and body in general. The shower felt amazing with him, especially since he was able to help in ways you hadn’t been able to due to your injury.

As you sat on your shared bed you smiled, this was how things were supposed to go. You watched Damian come back into the room with some pizza, plopping it right beside you before crawling into the bed.

You started to reach for the box, but Damian stopped you.

“Don’t worry Mami, let me feed you”

You groaned a little

”But Damiannn, you’re tired too!”

“Don’t worry about it cariño, you just focus on being pretty, which is natural for you”

You groaned again, listening to Damian chuckle softly as he pressed a piece of pizza to your lips.

You ended up smiling again though, you wouldn’t have this any other way.

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SUGAR: OUTBREAK DAY

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Warnings: blood, violence, guns, attempted sexual assault, mentions of sex, swearing, main character death

Summary: you had never expected the day to go lik it did, you were expecting a normal day but when the world broke out in infection, you had to figure out what to do

Wordcount: 9.2k

— and as the long long nights begin, I think of all that might have been, waiting here for evermore

September 26th 2003, the day that would one day become infamous. But when you woke up on that hot Texas apartment in your apartment, your best friend sleeping on the couch in the other room after a long day of work, you werent expecting anything bad to happen. In fact, this could have been one of the best days of your life if it had gone well.

You had woken Tommy up after you’d gotten dressed. He was still in his clothes from yesterday par the grey shirt he had been wearing which had been stained with grease from his job and you had subsequently thrown it into your washing basket.

Tommy Miller was your best friend and that was it. He was the light to your darkness, the yin to your yang but he was just your best friend despite your fleeting obsession with him. If you could tell Tommy how you felt for him, a weight would be lifted off your shoulders but instead you sit in the living room area of your loft, carrying the weight of your love like Atlas.

But you wouldnt have it any other way. As long as you had Tommy in your life, as long as you could see the smile on his face or hear his laugh over the telephone, you didnt care. Right now you were content with your unrequited love for the slightly older man, knowing hed never feel the same way.

He came out of your bathroom in a fresh pair of clothes - he always left a spare pair of clothes or two in your small loft, knowing that he was probably going to spend the night.

Tommy looked at you, his breath hitching in his throat as he watched you brush your hair in the mirror, a bobby pin stuck between your teeth as you tried to fashion your hair into something you’d seen in one of the magazines sprawled across your coffee table.

He didnt understand why he felt this way, why he looked at you and yearned to reach forward and kiss the delicate skin at the back of your neck, why he wanted to reach behind you, winding his arms around you, hands on your stomach which was exposed from your shirt riding up.

You were four years his junior but his best friend through thick and thin for the last 6 years and he wouldnt change you for anyone. Maybe that was the problem, maybe he loved you too much deep down, maybe there was too much love in his heart and without you hed explode.

Before he could think too much and worry himself like he always did, you turned around, that smile on your face forcing him to light up as well, “You ready to go?” He asked and you nodded, skipping over to where he stood. You threw him the keys, watching as he caught them with ease before opening the door, gesturing for you to go first.

You two drove to Joels house, laughing like normal as you carpooled. The sound of your No Doubt echoing through the car as you tried to convince him to sing along, watching a smile pull at his lips even when he sai that he didnt want to sing along.

In the next few months, Tommy would think about this day every single waking moment and wish he had done something else. He would wish that he had sung along with you one last time as the cassette played, wish that he had hugged Sarah one last time when he got through the door, wish he had actually bought his brother something to show how much he cared, wish he would’ve told you everything.

But as he parked up on Joels driveway, he didnt know what the future would hold and didnt know that he would wish hed done more on the last day of the world.

Tommy fumbled around in his pockets for the keys, finally pulling them out and unlocking the door and walking into tthe house.

You loved the Millers house, there was something about the warmth of it that you wished you’d have had as a child. You wished that you had thier life and maybe that’s why you always enjoyed it when they let you in, welcoming you as a family member.

Tommy walked through the kitchen, smacking his brother on his shoulder, “Hey, you still alive you old fucker,” he said, walking round the corner and opening the fridge.

Sarah chuckled, looking over at Joel, “Ah, he loves you,” she said sarcastically, a smile on her face.

Joel rolled his eyes, watching as his brother pulled a carton of orange juice out of the fridge, “He’s dependant on me, it’s not the same,” he said, narrowing his eyes at his brother.

Joel would never admit it but he still cared about his brother even if he was too dependent on him. He’d noticed that since you had come along, Tommy had been a better person, more involved in Sarahs life and he was grateful for that every day. He was grateful to have the brother back that he had before he went to war.

Tommy scoffed from where he was leaning against the counter, removing th carton of juice from his lips, “I’m not dependant, you asshole,” he said.

You shook your head as you listened to his bickering, “Be nice Tommy,” you reprimanded, looking over at him before pulling the small box from behind your back and placing it on the table, “happy birthday Joel,”

“Nice to see you kiddo,” he said before looking down at the little box, “You didnt have to get me anything,”

You shook your head, “Its just a little something, you’ve done so much for me, i thought you deserved something,” you explained. Joel had helped you through your tough times at college, giving you a job as a receptionist when he didnt have to, letting you crash at his and Tommys house when you left your boyfriend. He gave you so much and never asked for anything in return.

He looked at the box and you nodded, watching as he pulled the packaging open. He looked at it, a picture frame with a picture from Joels last birthday, his and Tommys arms wrapped around a laughing Sarah. He looked up at you, eyes wide, “This is lovely sugar,”

“This is how you treat someone on their birthday Tommy,” You said with a smile, jokingly.

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever, you want some orange juice sugar?” He asked, holding the carton out to you from where you stood.

Your face scrunched up in disgust and a part of him wanted to smile at how adorable the little scrunch in your nose looked, “After you drank it straight from the carton? I'll have to pass,” you stated.

Tommy chuckled, putting the carton back in the fridge before looking around the room, “I thought we were having pancakes?” He questioned.

Joel shook his head, watching as you walked over to the other side of the kitchen counter, “We’ll pick you up something,”

He watched as you stood next to him, also leaning against the kitchen counter as Tommy wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He had never seen his brother this happy, this comfortable around someone and he knew you were it for him.

“The framing men aren’t here yet,” Tommy stated and you recalled the call that he had received on the way to Joels house.

Joel rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh as he placed his knife and fork down, “But we cant start pouring until we have the framework,” he stated, annoyed.

“I know, that’s what I told them,” Tommy said, now sounding just as exasperated as his brother did, “We could bring another guy on maybe,”

“I barely want to share this job with you,” he said, shaking his head before looking down at his food and then back at Tommy, “You can work a double,”

Sarah rolled her eyes. This was her fathers birthday and she wanted to spend time with him, “Today? Dad,” she complained.

Whilst the two of them were planning a movie date, you and Tommy had decided to go out to some bar to celebrate the end of the summer before you were going to start your first teaching job.

Joel looked at his daughters annoyed face and he could feel the guilt catching up to him, “Ill pick you up a cake,” he promised.

Joel jumped up, looking at his wrist before he realised he didnt have a watch on and looked around to find a clock, deciding what time he was going to leave the house, especially now that they needed extra time to work on the build. Little did they know it was never going to finish.

“Finish up quick, we’ll drop you two ladies off,” he said, finishing his cup of coffee before placing it next to the sink.

Sarah groaned, looking up at him, “But I’m still eating my eggshells!” She exclaimed, acting annoyed even as she picked a piece of shell out from betwee her front teeth

“And i haven't even had any food,” you said, looking around the kitchen, arms folded across your chest.

“Whatever!” Joel yelled out as he started to walk through the door to go and get changed.

“Your shirts inside out dickhead,” you called out from where you stood, annoyed that he wasnt feeding you when you came over for breakfast.

Tommy laughed at your issue with Joel, “He’s losing it isn’t he,” he joked.

He smiled to himself as he saw your face turned down in a pout, frustrated about not having any breakfast. For a split second, he wanted to lean down and kiss that sad look on your face away but he ignored that urge, fighting the blush that rose to his cheeks.

“Yeah, and if you don’t get me food on the way to training today Mr Miller, I swear to God,” you said, stepping away from him and poking him in the chest.

He held his hands up in surrender, a mock look of fear on his face as he looked down at you, “Okay little lady, Jesus, you’re feisty for such a tiny girl,” he stated, managing to manoeuvre his way around you.

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up Tommy,”

“Yes ma’am,” he said with a smirk, watching you as you walked out of the door.

He fel his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at you and for the first time ever, he had the intense urge to let you know how he felt, how he wanted you to feel the same way.

He didnt even reason he had frozen there, watching you as you walked away until Sarah came by, laughing at him as she teased him about his obvious feelings for you.

The sound of your voice teasing him from outside brought him back to reality as he turned and sneered at Sarahs comment before rushing after you, a smile on his face as he playfully teased you.

You looked back at him, a wide smile on your face and he felt his heart stop in his chest at the sight. You were about to get into the car when you heard someone call out your name and turned to see Mr Adler and Nana sitting in their front garden.

"Morning Mr Adler," You said, Tommy following your sentiment.

He smiled, watching you two joke around, "Hey kid, you two up to your usual hijinks?" He questioned, a smile on his face.

"Yes, yes, we managed to bury a body and rob a bank before breakfast," Tommy teased, leaning up against the car door as he looked at him.

You shook off his comment, a smile on your face, "He's joking Mr Adler, I promise,"

"Either of you want a biscuit?" The man offered.

"Ooh, yes please," you said before watching him feed one to Nana Adler, spit dripping from her lips as she ate it and he watched your nose do that title scrunch before turning to Tommy, "on second thought, Tommys buying me breakfast so I shouldn't,"

"I am?" He questioned, looking down at you

"Yeah, you are, we should get in the car,"

You walked over, calling shotgun as you rushed around the front of the car, sitting in the passenger seat as you listened to Mr Adler greeting the two, offering Joel a biscuit too.

You assumed he had seen the same disgusting sight that you had because he made a funny noise before shaking his head, "I would, but sugar here has got me on a new diet so," you had not.

"That's a shame," he said, looking over at the girl, "Would you be able to come round tonight Sarah, I'm sure Mrs Adler would love it,"

"I really can-" she started to say but her father cut her off, nodding his head as he agreed for her, "Yeah, she'll be free right after school,"

Joel walked over to the front seat before reasoning you were in it, moving to sit in the back seat alongside Sarah.

"I’ll tell you how exciting it was to listen to that fucking conversation," Tommy said, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and putting it in his mouth.

You looked over at him, trying not to find the look of him siting here, hair slicked back, a cigarette dangling from his lips too attractive but you did, hoping that he couldn’t see the blush rising on your cheeks.

"Sugar, pass the light,” he asked and you nodded, pulling a lighter out of your pocket and clicking it, watching as he leant forward , face close to yours as he lit it, the cigarette still between his lips.

Joel rolled his eyes, watching the conversation and seeing all the sexual tension between the two of you that he clearly didnt see, “What did I say? No smoking in the car,” he reprimanded.

“The windows are down though,” He said, looking at him before starting to drive off, his arm on the back of the chair as he stared to reverse and you shook your head, hoping he didnt see how attractive you thought it was.

You sat in the bar, turning your head as you heard the sound of police sirens, watching the lights flash by. You watched Tommy walk into the bathroom, watching him turn around and wave at you before he walked in.

It was just past midnight on Saturday and you had just ordered another drink, looking down at the bar as you waited for the drink to arrive and for Tommy to get back.

"You drink whiskey?" A slightly slurred voice asked and you turned your head to see a man pull up aa stool and sit next to you, a cocky smirk on his face.

There was something off about this man but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it so just assumed his strange demeanour was drunkness. He had this strange redness on his neck, almost like his veins were trying to break through the skin but you ignored it.

You turned to him, eyes narrowed, "How's that your business?" You questioned, trying not to cause an issue.

You just wanted one night where you didn't have to worry about all the things going on, about your job and your life and your unrequited love for your best friend.

He chuckled to himself, hand twitching slightly as he placed it on the bar, "It's not, I just admire a woman who can handle whiskey," he teased.

You turned away from him, taking a sip from the drink to try and ignore the man - technically it was Tommys drink but you’d face his wrath when he got back. There was something wrong but you couldn’t figure it out, instead opting to ignore your gut instinct.

The man was relentless, asking another question, "You come here often?" He asked, hand creeping up to rest on your shoulder.

"Occasionally," you stated, jolting your shoulder so that his hand fell off. There was a flash of anger that passed through his eyes and you shrunk back slightly, unsure what the hell was wrong with this guy.

"You alone? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be drinking alone," he asked, his tone turning from flirty to aggressive and you quickly looked around but Tommy was nowhere to be seen.

You placed the glass back down on the bar, thumb brushing the lipstick mark away almost subconsciously as you tried to figure out a way out of this situation. Before you even had a chance to answer, you felt a large hand wrap around your waist and you didnt even need to look back to know who’s it was, the warmth spreading and safety filling your body.

"She's not," the voice said and you looked up, eyes meeting Tommy and the second he saw the fear swimming in your eyes, he tensed up, eyes falling back on the man who was trying to hit on you.

The man scoffed as he eyes Tommy, eyes trailing from his pink shirt down to his dark blue jeans, “This your boyfriend?" He questioned, smirking as he stood up, looking Tommy in the eyes, "He's nothing special doll,”

"Why don't you shut up," he said, trying to calm the situation down as he ushered you up from the seat, arm still wrapped around your waist.

All you could do was watch, body frozen up in fear as you watched him argue with the man. You wanted to warn him and tell him there was something not quite right about this man but no words fell from your mouth.

"Why don't you back off?" The man said, squaring up to Tommy, head twitching slightly as he looked at him, brows furrowed, "She's not your girl,"

His hand reached out, grabbing onto your arm in a tight grip and you tried to squirm out of his grip, panic running through your veins.

"Let go of me," you exclaimed, trying to twist away from him but it was no use, his grip too strong. That was the thing that sent Tommy off, nobody was allowed to touch you like that. He gently let go of your waist, ready to do whatever he had to do to get the two of you out of the situation.

"Come on sugar, calm down," he said and the second that the nickname fell from his lips, he pushed the man. That was his thing, only he got to call her that and occasionally Joel. This disgusting, poor excuse of a man had no right and hat made the blood boil up in his veins.

The man scoffed as he was pushed back by Tommy, losing his grip on her and that’s the moment that Tommy gently pushed you behind him, not wanting you to get involved in the fight.

"She said let go douchebag," He said and you saw that flash of anger across that mans eyes again as he let out a primal scream and launched himself at Tommy.

He missed, stumbling to the side, and that’s when Tommy went in for a hit, punching the man square in the jaw and watching him stumble back again.

You werent sure what was wrong with this man, but he was clearly disturbed, some sort of froth appearing at the corner of his mouth as he went in for another hit. He missed again and this time, when Tommys fist collided with his nose, he fell to the ground, blood seeping from the wound.

He turned back to look at you, ignoring the man’s friends angered yells as he called the police, his focus was entirely on you and making sure you were okay. He couldn’t believe that he left you all alone at the bar, he thought you’d be okay, not factoring in the deranged psychopaths that clearly were hanging around at the bar as well.

He pulled you into a hug, your face buried in his chest. He pulled away, one hand coming up to rest on you cheek, brushing a stray tear away from your cheek that you hadnt even realised escaped.

Any other time, your heart would be fluttering at the closeness and the intimacy of the touch but right now, as you reached your hand up to grab his wrist, you just pushed it away.

“You okay?” He asked, words breathy as if he was finally catching his breath.

You nodded and his hand came down to brush against the going redness on your arm from where had grabbed you, “Son of a bitch,” he muttered under his breath before looking back into your eyes.

“He’s called the police Tommy,” you stated, voice still quiet and timid.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Let him, I did what I had to do to protect you. I’d do it all over again,” he said and you nodded, heart speeding up at his words.

You felt like that little giddy girl again, seeing him or the first time in his fathers backyard at the barbecue, a wide smile on his face, “You really are my hero Tommy Miller,” you joked, “How many people is it that you’ve beaten up for me? Two?”

He chuckled at your teasing tone, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours, “I’d beat up as many as I had to,” he said.

The tension between the two of you was building and if you moved your head slightly, you’d be kissing him and maybe he felt the same.

What you didn’t know was that if the rest of the night hadnt happened, if the outbreak hadn’t occurred, he would’ve. He’d have rushed into your arms after you got him out of the police station and kissed you until the sun came up.

But the world had other ideas.

He opened his eyes and you watched them flicker between your lips and his eyes but before he had even a chance to act upon all the urges in his mind, all the voices in his head telling him to kiss you already, he heard the police car pulling up outside.

“Officer, my friend, hes been beaten up by this feral man,” the other man exclaimed, pointing at you and Tommy.

He pulled away, hand coming away from your waist as he looked at the police officer, “Listen, officer, this is a misunderstanding,” he tried to explain, eyes narrowed at the friend of the man.

The officer shrugged his shoulders, clearly annoyed that he was dealing with this at 1am, “I’m sorry, if he's charging you for assault, I’m going to have to take you down to the station,” he explained.

You reached down, your hand grasping his as you thought about what this meant.

Tommy scoffed, “And that sleazy son of a bitch is going to get away with what he did?” He questioned and you squeezed his hand, trying to calm him down.

The officer looked between him and your hands clasped together, shaking his head, “I’m sorry sir, I’ve got to take you down,” he said and Tommy stepped forward, your hand falling out of his.

"He did nothing wrong," you begged desperately as the man placed handcuffs on your best friend.

As he lead him out of the bar, you followed, eyes never leaving Tommy. You couldn’t care less what anyone else in the bar thought of you two, their eyes following you as you left, desperately begging. All that mattered is that he was okay.

"I'm sorry ma'am, you can Bail him out later," he said, opening the door to the car.

“I’m going to call Joel okay, we’re going to get you out of there,” you promised, his eyes landing on yours as he sat in the car, the window rolled up.

He opened his mouth to say something but the car was driving off before he could. Even then though, he wasnt sure what he was going to say. He wanted to proclaim that he loved you more than anything else and that if he had to, he would do it all over again for you. He wanted to tell you that you meant everything to him and hed be lost without you, that he should have kissed you tonight.

He was never going to get a chance to say any of those things though and as he drove off, he felt his chance drifting away.

You stood there, eyes watching him drive away like you did the first time you met, always watching him walk away, aand that sinking feeling you had then was back, dragging you to the ground.

It was a feeling that you couldn’t understand, a mix of yearning for a man that the world kept pushing away from you and the feeling that something big was about to happen, that the world was going to change completley for you soon.

You took a deep breath in, looking around at the streets of Austin Texas, watching some man chase a woman down the street, a loud noise coming from his mouth, something between a yell and a high pitched screech and you wondered what was happening to the world.

The only thing you knew is that you didnt feel safe on this street alone at nearly one am on a Friday night so you sat down on the steps, Tommys jacket wrapped around your shoulders as you called Joel.

The phone rang for a few seconds and you let out a relieved sigh, "Joel, I need you to pick me up," you said, sobering up quickly.

You could almost imagine the worry on the other end of the line, hearing him rustle around and the silence was worrying you, "Where's Tommy? Are you okay? I'm heading out right now," he said, words spilling out of his mouth.

You knew Joel saw you as family, and that man would do anything for family, "He got arrested. I'm stuck at the bar, they wouldn't let me come with him," you explained, the burning feeling of tears pricking at the back of your eyes.

You heard him let out an annoyed sigh, "Jesus Christ, I'll be down now," he said and you could hear him grabbing his coat and the jumble of the keys unlocking the doors.

"We have to bail him out," you begged. A part of you wondered if you had done that to yourself, that you’d attracted that man and that if you hadnt entertained his conversation then Tommy would never have gottten into that fight. That same part of you knew that if Tommy heard you saying that about yourself, that it was your fault, hed be mad.

"The idiot did it to himself, I'm sure some time in the slammer will do him good," Joel said with a scoff. He was bored of having to constantly save his grown-ass brother from situations like this.

"He'll be stuck there all weekend Joel, he was only protecting me," you pleaded with him, breath hitching in your throat at the idea of him being stuck there, "If you don't come i'll hitch a ride with someone to the station,"

You heard the familiar lull of Tommys truck turning on and smiled to yourself, "Like hell sugar, i'll be down in twenty," he said.

You smiled to yourself, "You're the best Joel," you said before hanging up on him.

You didnt know how long you’d been waiting outside of the bar for but the cold was starting to creep into the Texas evening and you were starting to regret wearing the short blue dress. You just wrapped Tommys jacket around you, the smell of him enveloping your senses as you waited, trying not to worry about him too much.

That’s when you heard two men laughing as they stumbled out of the bar. You didnt notice the man Tommy had punched, twitching slightly, a small gurgling noise escaping his lips but it would be something that you’d think about for weeks to come.

He walked over, a laugh escaping his lips, "Your little boyfriends not here to protect you now," he stated and you wanted to freeze at his words but you didnt.

You didnt even entertain him, "Just leave me alone, my friends going to be here any minute," you said.

"Oh, are they?” He questioned, a sickening sound to his voice, “I only need a minute,"

You looked up at him, standing up like you would be able to outrun him. That’s when you saw Tommys truck pull up in front of the building, Joel sticking his head out of the open window to look at you.

He could see the stress in your eyes and the second that he did, he opened the door and stepped out, walking over to you, "Hey, step away from her," he said.

Joel and Tommy had now protected you tonight and whilst that solidified the fact that you were an integral member of their family, it also made you feel weak and like you weren't able to do anything.

The man rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Jesus Christ, why is everyone playing hero tonight?" He questioned, more to himself and his friend than to anyone else.

"Unless you want another Miller to break your nose, you better step back," Joel said, stepping forward slightly towards the man and you didn't even question how he knew that it was Tommy.

The man stepped back, "Your family is crazy," he stated, looking at you and in any other scenario, you would’ve smiled at the imagery of being in their family but this guy just made you sick.

Joel rolled his eyes, placing a hand on your shoulder, "Lets go sugar," he said, ushering you into the passenger seat of the car.

As he sat in the front seat, driving away, you looked over at him, "Thanks Joel," you said and he smiled at you, reaching a hand over and gently patting your knee. He didnt need a thank you.

What you didnt know as you drove away, was that nearly as soon as you left, the infection finally took over that man. If you’d have stayed a minute or two longer, he could have attacked you and you wouldnt have made it through the night like so many other people.

It was silent as you sat there, neither of you knowing what to say. You heard what you thought was the sound of glass shattering, head peeking out of the window but you didnt see anything. You didnt know what was going on with the world but there was something wrong, "How did you know that Tommy broke his nose?"

"The only reason he'd get sent to jail is for protecting you," Joel explained and you nodded your head. It made sense, and then he smirked, looking over at you, "He also called me,"

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him, "Did he sound okay?" You asked and he smiled to himself, focusing on the road.

Joel knew how much the two cared about each other and was always waiting for his brother to admit how he felt. He knew from that barbecue in 1996 that there was something special between the two of you but neither of you were able to any anything - maybe this would be what pushed you to tell him how you felt.

He could sense the worry and tension and he nodded, “He sounded fine kid, don't get too worked up," he promised.

You nodded, watching as he parked outside of the police station. When you placed your head in your hands, he wondered what was wrong, a hand coming down to your back, "You okay?"

You looked up at him, "Yeah, God, I was just so scared as I sat at the bar that something was going to happen," you explained, the memories flashing in front of your eyes, "I was scared for only a split second because as soon as that fear set in, he saved me,"

That was basically your admission for your love to him, your version of shakespeares sonnet, your version of a Jane Austen book, your way of telling Joel that Tommy meant everything to you and he knew it.

He knew you’d been in love since the second that your troubled souls had met. You were the light that filled his darkness, that filled the void that the war left in you and he was the light that filled your darkness, that filled the doubt in your mind about yourself.

"God, I'm too drunk for this," you groaned and he placed a bottle of water in your hands from the backseat.

"You drink your water sweetheart, ill go get him," he said, rubbing one more hand over your back before walking out, closing the door behind him.

They werent in thee for long, although you were sure that Joel was swearing at Tommy for fighting someone and Tommy was defending you, but when they came back out, you jumped out the car.

Tommy pulled you into his arms instantly but before you had time to relish in the hug, he pulled away, hands cradling your face as he examined you for any serious injuries after he found out what had happened.

"Why are we rushing?" You asked, unsure why there was such a panic between the boys to get out of the police station.

"Somrthings happened doll," Tommy said, reaching down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, "We have to go home,"

If he had the time and the world wasnt about to end, he would have kissed you there until you couldn’t breathe, until the world faded away and it was only you two. He would’ve done it now as he knew the world could end but he was too scared, scared that they wouldn’t make it back to Sarah in time.

He ushered you into the the backseat of the car and you looked at him confused. The news hadnt set in yet and the shock was sill in your system.

Tommy sat in the drivers seat, the two brothers not even squabbling about who got to drive. That’s was one of the things that sent that worry back in you, the urgency of it. Joel turned on the radio, looking at his younger brother as they listened to the news blaring though the car.

You listened to the radio, heart pounding in your chest as you listened to it, "With the recent violent outbreaks across the city and the country, all citizens are advised to go home and lock their doors as soon as possible," it explained. As you kept listening to it, you felt the worry bubble up in your chest.

It felt like you were underwater and drowning, a heavy weight on your chest at the news that the world could end. You shook your head, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to prick at your eyes, "Tommy? Joel? What's going on?"

Tommy looked back at you and normally you would scold him for not paying enough attention to the road but right now, you just wanted him to tell you what’s

"I was in the fell and this dude tried to grab my leg and just as he did, I was let out on bail," he explained, the story not making any sense to you and you werent sure if it was because you were worried or if you were too drunk.

"And?" You questioned, not understand where he was going.

Tommy sucked in a sharp breath as he remembered what had just happened, his heart still going at a million miles a minute, "And, when I left, he started biting at this other guy in the cell, like chewing his face off," he explained, looking back at you in the backseat.

You felt the bile rising up in your throat at the idea, "Chewing his face off?" You questioned, trying to figure out what it meant.

You barely even heard the sound of Joel starting up the car and starting to drive back to Sarah because you kept thinking it over and over again. You head was swimming with the ideas of what was happening and you could feel your heart speeding up at the thought.

"Apparently there's some violent virus going around," Joel explained.

Your eyes never left Tommy as Joel answered your question, "You don't have it, do you Tommy?" The words fell from your lips before you could even think about the reprousions of it. But even then, with the threat of him being infected with something, you didn't move away from him.

"No, I feel fine sugar," he said, a hand reaching out to grab yours and even at this awkward angle, his thumb still brushed across your knuckles soothingly, something he always did when he was worried, "How are you? That man didn't bother you anymore did he?"

Although you were worried about the state of the world, you felt your heart skip a beat at his words of worry, at the idea that the world was falling apart but his only priority was you and your safety.

"No Tommy, I'm fine," you said, squeezing his hand before letting it go, watch as his arm retreated back round, "I'm just glad you're okay, I don't know what I'd do ithout you,"

Joel spoke up for the first time in a while, "We have to go get Sarah and the we have to get out of here,"

Thats whe the realisation of the whole thing hit you. If it was starting in the cities then it could have easily been you and Tommy, you were both lucky enough to have survived. Thats when you thought about your family, gasping suddenly, "My God. My whole family is in Austin, what if Somethings happened to them,"

The brothers looked at one another, sharing a look that mean that they knew that there was a high chance your family wasn’t going to make it. Joel noticed the look in Tommys eyes that conveyed that he was going to make sure she made it no matter the cost.

He turned back with a half hearted smile on his face, trying to give you a sliver of hope even though he didnt think there was any, "They'll be fine doll, okay? But right now, I have to protect you and we need to go get Sarah,"

You nodded, pursing your lips together as you tried to hold in your tears, trying not to think about your family getting infected by whatever this is, "Okay, I can do this," you said and he nodded.

"We'll make it out, all of us, I promise," He said and you hoped he was right.

You had spent the entire fifteen minute drive trying to wrap your head around everything and as you pulled into the street, the car jostling you around in the back, you had manage to compose yourself. You were going to protect Sarah no matter what you had to do and you had to be strong for her, not worrying about your own issues.

It had been silence the entire drive and you could feel the tension in the air as everyone wondered if Sarah was okay, theoretically she should be asleep but they didnt know what could have happened.

The car jolted as Joel stopped suddenly in front of his house, the sight of Sarah running across the front lawn back to their house.

You pulled the door open as soon as the car came to a stop and watched Joel jump out as well, a wrench in his hand. He was ready to do anything he had to do to help Sarah and if you were thinking clearly and the adrenaline wasnt rushing through your veins, you would have wondered where he had gotten the wrench from.

You watched as Tommy stepped out, a shotgun in his hands and you questioned where he got it from. Then you remembered he had left the police station with it and thats when the gravitas of he situtuaion hit you. This was worse than you thought.

You stood at the door, watching as Sarahs head whipped around to see her dad as he called out to her, “Sarah! Get over here now!” You had never heard his voice sound so harsh before but you could also hear the fear in his voice too.

There was nothing you could do but watch as the elderly neighbour started to crawl across the patio, making a gurgling noise as she rushed over to where Sarah was, running faster than she'd ever seen before.

Tommy could feel the fear building up in his chest, adrenaline pumping though his veins as he thought about what he was going to do to protect his family, to protect all that he had.

“What are we doing Joel?” Tommy asked, the shotgun steady in his hand and you thought about his time in the war, wondering what he was like back then. You assumed he had the same focus in his eyes but you also assumed there wasnt that much worry in his eyes when he was about to kill someone.

Joel didnt even think about it for a second, didnt hesitate as he wound the wrench up, whacking the old woman round the head. It killed her instantly, the blood pooling down her body as she crumpled to the floor.

Tommys eyes instantly darted to you to see your reaction to the murder and any other time you’d be flattered that he focused on you first but right now, you were standing in shock, eyes trained on the dead body on the floor. Only yesterday morning you had seen he happy, food being stuffed into her mouth and now she was dead.

You werent too worried, you had seen a lot of things in your life, had an issue with violent people in the past but you’d never seen a dead body before.

Sarah stood there, a similar shocked look on her face as she looked at the body, her eyes glossed over. She looked up at her father when he walked over, his hands coming to cup her cheeks, “You killed her,” her voice was meek and you could tell that she was totally in shock.

His face softened as he looked at her, “Its not just the Adlers babygirl, but we’re gonna be brave,” he promised and she nodded.

You walked over, arm wrapping around the girls shoulder as you walked her to the car, ushering her into the backseat as you walked round the side to get in that side behind Tommy.

You settled in and as soon as you looked up and through the windshield, you saw the two other Adlers coming through, their faces and bodies contorted into the same weird angles as Nana Adlers as they stormed down the road towards the car.

“Get your seatbelt on!” Joel exclaimed and as soon as you and Sarah strapped in, Tommy had put his foot on the pedal and had driven over the two, crushing them as they drove into the exit of the cul-de-sac.

Sarah had been sitting there quiet and whilst everyone in the car was silent, everyone outside was loud, car horns beeping and sirens blaring. Suddenly, she broke the silence, “What’s going on?” She asked, her voice just as timid as it was when she had seen Nana Adlers body be mutilated by her father.

Joel looked back, his arm on the chair as he looked back at her, “They said its a virus, some sort of parasite,” he explained.

“Are we sick?” She asked, eyes wide as she looked at you.

You reached over, hand on her shoulder as you rubbed it soothingly, “Course not,” you promised, trying to calm her down.

You could never imagine how she was feeling at this moment, her entire life having been turned upside down and she knew nothing about it. She was only twelve and didnt deserve to be suffereing like this.

“How do you know? How do you know we’re not sick?” she asked, her voice breaking a bit at the end.

Joel looked at his brother and then back at his daughter, “They’re saying its people in the city, that’s why they’ve got the highway blocked off,” he explained.

“The Adlers would take Nana to the city,” Sarah said almost vanacntly, her eye strained on the front windshield as they derived through the streets.

“That’s probably it hun, well be fine,” you said taking the girls hand into yours, rubbing your thumb over her knuckles and feeling her calm down a bit.

They drove through the streets and you narrowed your eyes in the distance ass you saw some farm on fire, “God, that’s Jimmys place,” Tommy stated and you remembered him having worked on the farm about two years ago.

As Tommy stared at the field, teh car driving past, it was like all time slowed down. For the first time sine he was nearly attacked in that cell and had stolen a shotgun from the police, he thought about what had happened and the consequences of what had happened.

He looked at you in the front view mirror, watching as you put on a smile to try and comfort Sarah. There was something about him that loved you even more in this moment as he thought about the potentiality of losing you, something that made his stomach turn into knots at the idea.

They drove through the dirt back roads and onto the main highway and Tommy slammed his hadn on the wheel in annoyance, swearing out loud, “Everyone had the same fucking idea!”

You reached a hand over the seat, coming to rest on his shoulder. You squeezed it gently, feeling the tension in his shoulders melt away slightly at the touch of your hand. He reached a hand back, one still on the wheel, to touch your hand over his, finger swiping over your knuckles before going back to the wheel.

“If we take the field, we can pick up the highway on the west side,” you suggested and he nodded.

He harshly turned the wheel, the car jerking to the side as they drove across the field. You didnt care how bumpy it was, how dangerous what he was doing was but you needed to save your family that you had built with them. There wasnt anything you wouldn’t do to protect them and to make sure that they were all okay.

Tommy turned another corner on the field, stopping when he saw the army lined up in an attempt to stop the spread from reaching the small towns, “The fucking army,” he exclaimed.

“Language Tom,” you reprimanded, more by instinct then anything else and he just ignored your comment.

“Keep moving. Head north,” Joel demanded and Tommy hesitated, Joel shaking his head in horror, “Tommy, come on,”

Sarah looked at you, speaking up for the first time in a while, “Where are we gonna go?” She asked.

“We go as far as we have to, Mexico if we have to,” Joel said, “Go to the river, get across. Pick up the highway and then we’re out,”

“Maybe it’s everywhere, maybe there’s nowhere to go,” Sarah stated, fear evident in her voice and once again you were reminded she was only twelve and being forced to suffer all of this.

“We’ll be fine kid,” you promised her but you werent sure how far it would go.

You watched as Tommy turned the corner into the two you were so familiar with. There was people running around everywhere and you looked at the town you once knew. You remembered walking around with Tommy on a hot summers day, ice cream in your hands and you remembered that one winter where it snowed and he took you out to make snow angels in the park.

Now there were crowds everywhere, some of them eating each other’s faces off and you were hit by the reality of it all, of the ways that the world had changed in the last few hours and everything that you had lost.

The crowds were taking up the street in front of them and Tommy slowed down, trying not to hit them and Joel yelled at his brother, mad that he was prioritising these other people over their safeties. Tommy just looked over at him, shocked that Joel wanted to run these people down, “I cant drive through them”

“Keep going!” He exclaimed and Tommy did, putting his foot down on the pedal.

People start rushing forwards in the direction of he car and thats when they realsied that something must be going on in the distance if a larger crowd was coming in their direction.

“Back!” Joel yelled out, the safety of his family more important than these people, “Tommy, go faster, mow the fuck over them,”

Tommy put his arm on the shoulder of the chair, looking back at the people and like normal, you would’ve freaked out on how undeniably sexy the action was, but right now you were just worried about what was going to happen.

“Dad!” Sarah exclaimed and you looked through the windshield and saw the plane coming down towards them, the fire erupting in the distance.

The plane crashed down and you blacked out immediately, the force of your head smashing into the car seat. Tommys vision went black for a second as he sat in the front seat but when he opened his eyes, the first thing he did was look behind at you.

When he noticed that you hadnt moved since the crash, he clawed his way out of the car door on his knees, jerking the door open as he pulled you out, your head resting in his lap.

Every single thought in his head was gone at the moment and for a second, all he could think about was you. As he looked down at you, tears pricking in the back of his eyes as he thought about what his life would be like without you and he shook his head, knowing that there was no future without you.

“Is everything okay over there?” Joel asked after he pulled Sarah out, the girls ankle injured from the crash.

His breath hitched in his throat, “She’s not waking up, shit, wake up please,” he begged, one hand coming up to brush the singular tear that had escaped his eye away, “What do I do Joel?”

Joel had never heard his brother be that worried before but the sight of him cradling your body made his heart hurt at the idea of his brother losing you.

“Come on babygirl, wake up for me,” Tommy begged, his finger interlocking with yours and when he felt you squeeze his hand, he looked down.

Your eyes fluttered open and you felt your head pounding at the accident and when you looked up at him, all your worries went away because you had Tommy.

He let out a relieved sigh, taking a deep steady breath, “She’s okay,” he exclaimed, calling out to Joel who was trapped on the other side of the car.

You sat up, Tommys hand supporting your back, his other hand resting on your stomach, “Is everyone okay?” You asked, blinking back the bleariness in your eyes as you fought off a concussion.

“We’re fine,” Sarah called out.

Tommy helped you up, one hand wrapped securely around your waist and the other around your shoulders. He looked down at you, brushing a stray hair away from your face as he checked that you were okay again.

Joel was about to walk around to check on you, Sarah holding onto him due to her injury, and when he did, another car crashed into theirs, blocking the exit.

“Head to the river, we’ll find a way,” Tommy called out.

Sarah looked at her father as they started to walk away, “We cant leave her and Tommy,” she exclaimed.

Joel looked back over his shoulder, watching Tommy looking at you, his hands cradling your face and he smiled to himself, “They’ll be fine,”

You and Tommy somehow managed to make it all the way to the field and you werent feeling the effects of the concussion too heavily, although your head was spinning and you felt slightly sick, you also attributed it to the whole end of the world thing.

As you thought back to the crash and when you had been knocked out, you remembered what woke you up. When you felt like you were drowning in the darkness, the sound of Tommys voice brought you back into the light.

You felt your knees buckle as you crossed through the field and the only thing that was holding you up was Tommys hand secured on your waist. You felt the panic in his voice as he looked down at you, “Come on baby, come on,” he begged and you nodded, standing on shaky legs as you continued to head to the rendezvous point.

Tommy felt the adrenaline from earlier melt away and instead panic overtook him and for the first time in his life, he was absolutely terrified. He couldn’t even imagine losing you in such a way and it was the last straw in proving that he was completley and utterly in love with you.

You thought you saw the river but before you did, you saw two people in front of the river, another man standing there with a gun and that’s when you noticed that the little girl was Sarah but you were too late, a gun firing and the two people falling to the ground.

“Can you stand sugar?” He asked, clearly having noticed that the two people were his brother and his niece and you nodded, “Stay here,”

He let go of you and you stood on your own, watching as he rushed towards the scene and you tried to rush over but with your head pounding from the accident, you felt like you couldn’t stand right.

You heard another gunshot aand your breath hitched in your throat at the image of Tommy dying but he didnt fall, the army man falling instead. You rushed over as fast as you could, a sudden boost of adrenaline hitting you as you fell into his arms, his body supporting your weight.

You gasped when you saw Sarah lying there, blood seeping from her body. It was like seeing your entire life flash before your eyes as you saw the twelve year old girl dying.

The moment flashed fast and you didnt even realise it was happening as you heard Joel yelling out for help, for them to save his daughter but they couldn’t do anything as she died in his arms.

You watched him cry as he cradled her in his arms just like Tommy had been to you earlier and you were reminded of how lucky you were to have lived. It was the start of your life in this new world and you werent ready for it at all.

Outbreak day had started and now you had to fight.

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Aspirations pt. 2

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Sydney Adamu / Carmy Berzatto - getting a little spicier this chapter but we're not quite there... yet 👀

Syd is 12 months deep in a crush she wasn't expecting, Carmy is 6 months into a relationship he doesn't want, The Bear is 4 months open and Nat is 2 months into motherhood....

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They’d come far in the 7 months since The Beef had closed and The Bear had started. The three month build period and all of its associated problems had also brought them closer as a crew and allowed many to flourish. Syd could hand on heart say that she and Richie got on better than ever - for the most part - and she and Carmy had only grown in confidence when working together. They spoke without saying a word, she’d only been half joking when she’d told him she couldn’t read his mind. She could read his working mind. They completed each other's sentences, anticipated each other's needs and had whole conversations with just one look. As Carmy had driven off down the alley to get Richie, aside from being utterly blindsided by his kiss - which he didn’t even appear to realize he’d done - she was terrified over doing a whole day without his input or quiet reassurance. Somehow on opening night, just knowing he was stuck in the walk-in was enough, she could still hear him hollering and banging. Today, she wouldn’t have that. She needn’t have been worried.

“Baby Jeff, c’mere - I got ya something.” Tina ushered her over when she’d finally convinced her legs to carry her back inside. She held up a small paper bag and watched with delight as Sydney opened it. It was a beautiful patterned silk scarf with purples, blues and fuschia pinks.

“T, what’s this for? I can’t take this -”

“You can mi niña - look,” Tina showed Syd the same scarf she’d tied neatly at her neck. “We’re a team - me and you, and we’re gonna fuckin’ kill it today - ya hear me?” Before Syd could clear the lump in her throat, Tina had her arms around her and lifted her clean off the floor.

“Thank you, Chef. Thank you.” She murmured, placing a kiss on Tina’s cheek.

“También te amo cariño” The elder woman filled in, squeezing Sydney’s cheek. Syd quickly swapped the scarves over and assessed where they were with prep, clocking Nat in the office. She left Tina to check in with Ebra, and hovered in the doorway,

“You good, Nat?” Though Nat had been around since Mikey had been born, doing the weekly books and for general fleeting visits, she’d not done a full shift at work so far.

“I cried all the way here. This is the longest I’ve left -” she broke off with a sob, Syd by her side immediately taking her hands,

“I know, big day. We got you, ok?”

“What if I need to pump and we’re busy?”

“Then we’ll figure it out. I promise we’ve got you.” Syd told her, “I put some paper up on the window so you can have total privacy. I can’t offer you peace and quiet, but I can make sure no one comes in. I even put a ‘please knock’ sign up.” She held the door so that Natatlie could see the sign, which didn’t read please knock, it read ‘you better fucking knock’ in scrawled sharpie. Nat gave her a grateful, watery smile.

“Thank you, Syd.”

“I gotta get back out there, you gonna be ok?” Nat nodded in confirmation. Back at the expo, Syd felt her phone buzz in her back pocket and pulled it out to see a text from Richie.

fuckin’ kill it Syd

Thanks man - we will!

She fired off a quick reply and got back to work. It felt good, the original Beef team having her back. They threw the word ‘love’ around like breathing, actively telling each other regularly. It had started with Nat and Tina, and after years of a lack of real female company or support system, they soon had Syd doing it as well. She’d stopped short of saying it to Carmy. Tina and Nat had plenty enough to go around, and the last thing she needed was that word muddying the waters - even if they did all know it was meant in the familial sense. She stood next to Marcus and helped him prep peaches, needing to ground herself in actual hands on work. Once they were caught up, she moved on to review with Tina,

“10 minutes til doors, guys.”

“Yes, Chef.” Natalie came out from the office and stood alongside her, giving her hand a squeeze.

“We do this, we’ve earned a girls night.” She concluded.

“Yeah? We just take off and leave Richie and Carm to it?”

“Fuck yes, I’ll even donate Pete for reinforcements since he can’t survive without you.”

“Richie is getting better - we only fight every other day now.” “I meant Carmy, dickwad.” She rolled her eyes. “Right, let’s go?” Syd nodded,

“Let it rip.”

“Love you, Chef.” Nat gave her hand one final squeeze and pushed through the swing doors to unlock.

It went perfectly. Syd, Nat and Tina were on cloud nine during clean down. Music blared and they sent Sweeps to the bodega down the street with strict instructions to come back with wine. By midnight, everyone had left for the day except Syd and Nat who’d taken up their usual table in the restaurant. Nat sat with her feet up on Syd’s lap and they both nursed tall stemmed glasses of wine.

“I’m so fucking tired.” Nat mumbled sleepily.

“Don’t drive, I’ll book you an Uber.” Syd reached for her phone and went to pull up the app, seeing a message from Carmy as she did so.

22:25 Fak said you’re the dream team. Told me not to bother coming in Monday?

She booked a ride for Nat and was about to respond to the message when they heard the back door.

“You’re still here.” Richie grinned through the window from the kitchen,

“Syd’s just got me a ride, I can’t drive back.”

“I’ll take you.” Carmy followed closely behind Richie.

“I’ll take the Uber for myself then.” Syd smiled, happy to not have to consider the L for a change. “How’d it go?”

“No complaints. You?” Richie pulled up a chair the other side of Syd and nudged her,

“No complaints. Less shouting.” She ribbed him.

“You missed me. Both of us, I bet.” He pointed,

“Keep telling yourselves that.” Syd replied with a glint, catching Carmy’s eye over Richie’s shoulder. She'd managed to put the kiss to the back of her mind all day, grateful for once that he hadn't been around to remind her of it every passing second. Outside, the Uber made itself known. “C’mon mama, home time.” She moved Nat’s feet carefully from her lap and pulled her friend to standing. “I’ll swing by and clear this up in the morning.” She gestured around her at the couple of glasses.

"Monday, we'll do it Monday." Carmy confirmed. Nat grabbed her bags while Richie went to lock up the back.

“We missed you little brother, but fuuuuck we were so good!” Even through exhaustion, Natalie sounded jubilant, "you shoulda seen us!"

“I knew you would be.” He replied with a smile, eyes on Syd.

“See, you were stressing for nothing. Like Fak said, we’re the dream team,” she shrugged, trying not to crumble under the intensity of his gaze. “I gotta go before this Uber driver murders me cos I took too fuckin long. See you guys later, bye Rich,” she called out to the kitchen.

“See ya, Syd.” She tried to leave with just a wave but Nat pulled her into a bear hug,

“You were amazing! Can we do girls night next week?”

“Yeah, sounds good. Get some sleep, Nat.” The women parted and Syd found herself swept up by Richie instead, coming in from the kitchen. She moved to give Carmy a one-armed hug but he wrapped around her fully.

“Thank you for today,” he said quietly into her ear.

“Night, Carm.” She tried to play it off like the open door and the cool fall air made her shiver, rather than his breath against her neck. Once she was in the car, she let out the breath she’d been holding. She held her phone in her hands, a habit picked up from years of needing to fake phone calls when being driven around late at night by a stranger. It vibrated in her hands with a picture and a message from Nat.

Home to my baby, thank you for looking after me today ❤

My favorite Berzattos - anything for you xo

Favorite. Sure, sure. ILY.

She shook her head with a smile. Her bond with Natalie had become one of the most surprising yet brilliant things to happen since she walked into the tomato splattered kitchen and saw a pile of cash on the floor. They fell into an easy friendship, and soon enough, Carmy wasn’t the only thing they had in common. She thanked the driver and stepped out of the car, her phone going off again. Carmy.

You get back ok?

Just got in. Going to sleep for 12h, eat, and then sleep again.

Her message got a thumbs up in response, and she wasted no time in doing exactly as she said she would.

When she stirred on Monday morning, it wasn’t to the sound of her alarm. She had no idea what had woken her, but it was early enough to still be dark outside. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she first assumed she'd had a nightmare. She took deep breaths to settle herself, trying to remember the dream. She'd been at work, in the walk-in - locked in like Carmy had been on opening night, but she hadn't been alone - and she'd locked it herself. She had her back pressed up against the cold door and Carmy crowding her, with one hand on her hip and the other at the nape of her neck. He was whispering in her ear something she couldn't quite make out, but the memory of how it had made her feel was all coming back. The way his lips had grazed her skin, his encouraging kiss. She closed her eyes and let her memory and her hand wander, wishing she could remember his words. She focused on how his hands had felt, fingertips finding the hem of her t-shirt and the delicious warmth of his palm on her breast. She nudged her underwear to one side and ghosted her index finger over her clit, 'I want to give you everything,' he'd said, 'you don't know what you do to me'. The dream was fading fast, leaving her tense and desperately seeking release. Her fingers moved on autopilot, she'd been single for a long time, knew the most efficient ways to get herself off, but it's just not… working. She couldn’t get there, thoughts of Carmy are too fresh in her mind, and it's like her body knows she could never come close to comparison by her own hand, so stubbornly gives up instead. With a groan of frustration, she threw back the covers and decided to head to work instead. She picked up breakfast on the way - sticky, sweet Portuguese tarts and fresh coffee beans. Surprisingly, she's not the first one there. The restaurant had been cleared of the wine glasses and plates she and Nat had used on Saturday, and music played from the radio in the kitchen.

"You're early," he greeted, "I was making breakfast."

"Couldn't sleep. What'dya make?"

"Eggs benedict. What's in the bag?"

"Portuguese tarts." He took it from her and replaced it with her coffee cup, "breakfast dessert. Thank you."

"Every meal comes with its own dessert?" He grinned,

"Now that's the dream." They ate while standing at the expo, she begrudgingly admitted that his hollandaise sauce was the best she'd ever had, and it had made him cocky until the Portuguese tarts had finally shut him up. Neither of them mentioned the kiss.

"How traditional do you want it to be?" He asked, bringing up the festive menu.

"Is it Scroogey to say not at all?" She mused, taping her pen against her mouth.

"The holidays aren't exactly my favorite time of year, so I'm gonna say no… customers though?"

"They want to be slapped in the face by the holidays. They want synthetic pumpkin flavor pumped into every liquid available."

"We'll make that a Marcus problem." He grimaced, "synthetic pumpkin?" She laughed,

"No, no I'm getting there. How about Tandoori Plaice and spiced Pumpkin as an appetizer?" She scribbled down ingredients, marking the ones she knew they didn't have to hand. "So it's like a spiced soup, with a gorgeous piece of fish on top, charred seeds and a little pumpkin oil?"

"Sounds fire, Chef." As usual, she was suckered in by his easy, generous praise. "Oysters?" He asked,

"Dude, no. Oysters?! Are you gonna spend the next four months shucking them? Cos I can't do it for shit, I nearly cut my fucking hand off last time I tried. I hate doing them."

"You need a better fucking teacher then."

"Fine, we'll get some and you can show me. But if I lose my hand I'm definitely blaming you." She pointed her pen at him,

"Heard. I promise I won't let you lose your hands. They're too valuable."

"They're not always that cooperative." She muttered, thinking back to earlier in the morning. They passed more ideas around throughout the day as they were joined by everyone else. “Hey, can I take Saturday night to hang with Nat?”

“Sure. We could do the menu at hers on Sunday? Cook everything, finalize it?”

“Yeah, that would be pretty great actually - helps her feel involved.”

“Heard. I’ll call her.” His hand brushed across her back as he moved behind her to get to the office. Syd was still staring at the door when Tina called out to her,

“¿Ves algo que te gusta, cariño?”

“Fuck off, T.”

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