#did i stop doing homework to write this? yes. do i regret it? no

[writeshite]

Day one of asking for billy hargrove x himbo reader (smut and fluff)

Summary:

Billy doesn't exactly have the greatest repertoire to refer back to on these new emotions, what with his mom being six feet underground and all; he’s certainly not going to his dad about this, either. So he chooses to suffer in ignorant bliss and silence. Which is hard to do when you’re there. Barely five feet apart. Chin on his shoulder as you look over his notes for the stupid chemistry group project.

Pairings:

Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader

Tags:

Himbo Reader | Headcanons | Fluff

Words: 595

Author's Note:

I have a confession, I don't write fully himbo characters as often as I should, even with Thor, I do wash down the himboness so...not sure how good this is 😅 I couldn't think of anything for the smut part, apologies for that.

Billy’s been in Hawkins, Indiana, long enough to know he fucking hates it here; he was happy and fine in California. He liked the sun, the beaches, the people, not questioning his sexuality at three in the morning because you picked him up like he weighed nothing after he squared up to you. 

You didn’t even do anything but set him aside because you were late for practice, and never before has he been glad to be in an empty hallway. If that didn’t do it, then witnessing the absolute dumb fuckery that permeated your mind was enough to make Billy realize he may, in fact, have a thing for guys.

“But I’m not….am I?” Billy’s been staring at the hood of his car; his reflected image stared back at him, confused as he tried to work through his current turmoil. It was early Saturday morning, and he’d decided not to stay in the house any longer than he had to.

“Hey, Billy.”

He spins around to see you jog up to him - and he is very much appreciating the running clothes right now; he tries to reign back his ogling; thankfully, you don’t notice it.

Billy doesn't exactly have the greatest repertoire to refer back to on these new emotions, what with his mom being six feet underground and all; he’s certainly not going to his dad about this, either. So he chooses to suffer in ignorant bliss and silence.

Which is hard to do when you’re there. Barely five feet apart. Chin on his shoulder as you look over his notes for the stupid chemistry group project. “Do you mind?” he asks, lacing as much venom as he can.

“Oh, sorry,” he feels relieved you might move back, but you don’t. Instead, you plaster yourself to his back, arms holding your own notes - which he can see even better now, so thank you for that - and with both books side by side, you return to reading, muttering to yourself all the while, Billy feels seconds away from melting into the floor.

“I can’t believe I have to fuck him.”

“You do not have to fuck him, Billy; I am begging you —”

“I gotta fuck him,” Billy reiterated, ignoring whoever it was he’d been speaking to and all but running towards you. When you notice his approach, you wave him over, the hose in your hand dropping, as Billy tries very hard not to pay attention to how close your shirt is sticking to your skin.

“Why are you wet?” He knows why you’re wet; he watched you try and fill the bucket for the school fundraiser, stare down at it, and then get doused in water. You, of course, explain what happened, and he, of course, calls you a moron.

“Well, not all of us are pretty geniuses, Billy,” you retort, turning away to shrug off your shirt, utterly oblivious to how wide his eyes go. “You alright?” You ask him when you turn back, placing the back of your hand on his forehead, “Your face is all red; oh, god, you’re really warm. Should I get the nurse?”

“No —no, I’m fine.”

“You sure? You look like you might faint,” you worry, “I can carry you there if —”

Billy should get a medal for the amount of speed he puts into his getaway run. He’s out of sight long before you can respond, jumping into his car and driving off to anywhere else; he stops somewhere - feet swinging a little, then screaming into his hand, then back to a blushing mess.

End Note:

Hope that was alright. Stay Hydrated.

[bugs1nmybrain]

✨️ L Lawliet w/ a Shy & Insecure Reader Headcanons ✨️

Notes: I got real specific here. I need some validation haha. I swear if L ever complimented me I'd implode and then explode like I've done many times in the DS game (don't make fun of me >:<)

I'm adding pink text and sparkles to the title. Cope with it DN twt

Warnings: 18+!!! There is some sexy content, no gendered terms or pronouns. I tried being inclusive with the sexy stuff. Talks about poor self-esteem and insecurities. L being his rude ass self at one point. Reader described as quiet. I did indeed write L as a sweetheart, and I don't regret it one bit! :D. Not proofread

For starters, shy isn't a problem for L. He appreciates that you're quiet and relatively polite. It makes it easier for him to get away with dating you because he knows you're not going to be obnoxious around headquarters, and there's a good chance you'll never even mention that you're his partner

He finds it vry cute. Especially when you stumble over your words when he flirts with you. His pride is very comfy with you.

You are a perfect parallel play lover!!! He's grateful that you don't pester him when he's busy, but he doesn't mind you being around him. You can draw, do homework, write, play video games, anything. He just appreciates your company. He's also 100% paying attention out of his peripheral vision.

But because you're quiet, sometimes you don't share all of your thoughts with him and it can make for a satisfying relationship. L sure as shit isn't disclosing a lot of stuff, so he sees it as even

A lot of your secrets are insecurities, though. You worry a lot about your competency as a romantic partner. Whether it's your intelligence, physical beauty, personality, interests, anything really. You're always anxious that you're not enough, and not enough for him.

L knows well that you lack confidence. He's torn, actually, because he wants to see you become more sure of yourself and he'll try to help. He teaches you skills when he has time and makes sure to compliment you when you do something good. Sometimes he stretches the truth in his praises just to make you feel better. He knows you value his opinion a lot.

However, your insecure nature is an easy opening for him to get away with a lot. Nothing that serious, but secret tests are a given with L, and he does like to test if you'll push through him not given you the validation he knows you want. It actually does make him feel like 10% bad, though, and he'll make up for it.

He understands why you're insecure, but at the same time, he thinks it's silly. Especially when you admit to him that you're worried about your physical appearance or sexual abilities. It's in those moments he just wants to tell you to stop because "have you seen me, y/n?"

But yes please flatter his ego

When you started sleeping together it actually was pretty smooth and natural

I truly believe L was a virgin until you, so he probably wasn't much more confident than you

The doom of adult virginity/inexperience is that everyone expects you to be pornographic by now, and for an insecure person that can be very demanding

L doesn't expect that and won't be disappointed by something slow and "vanilla." He likes that, honestly. But of course, if/whenever you're ready for something more spicy, he's very open to communicating about it

This guy is just happy to touch you, period

If you fumble because you're nervous, he's not upset, but he'll redirect you with affirming words

He does admittedly get irritated by consistent nagging and the self-deprecating comments you make. It annoys him after a bit. He'll likely disengage to avoid hurting your feelings, but if you're persistent, he'll give it to you straight.

"The only thing you should be insecure about is that you're a broken record."

Fight the tears

It actually does make him upset when you doubt him and his love for you. It makes him feel like you don't trust him. L is aware that he's deceptive by nature, but he wants you to trust that he values you. He certainly wouldn't be in a committed relationship with you if his feelings weren't genuine

So he reminds you. Again. And again. That he wants you in his life and treasures you

You're lucky that he loves you so much

Sometimes, you'll go through periods of isolating from him because you're afraid of bothering him. Trust me. He's glad to have time to work, but he does pick up on your distance quick

You're so afraid of asking him for attention

or even just a bite of his cake. He always offers, tho.

But yea. L is a busy guy and comfortable in seclusion, so he isn't that clingy. He can go a long time without checking in on you, which doesn't help the paranoia

When he decides to take a break for once, usually his first instinct is to either 1. Get coffee or a treat, or 2. Make a bee line to see you!!

OR 3. BRING YOU FOOD TO SHARE

Know that he loves you much more than most things. You are his priority, even if his work takes precedence at times.

He'll attempt to build your trust over time because he understands how hard it is to believe in someone's honesty. It'll get better, and you'll likely start to feel more self-assured with him. L talks a lot, but he believes actions speak louder than words, so he'll show you how much he loves you through the little things because you light up his world after an exhausting day full of murder and nonstop thinking. You're home to him and he wants you to feel the same way about him.

[maochira]

Saw your recent post and immediately rushed to send this. so.

Imagine being the youngest Itoshi sister. After Sae was back from Spain, you kept on asking him about how he has been and about football, but he just slams his hand on the dining table and tells you to shut up. You assume he's just tired and you try not to take that to heart. Later when you try to talk to Rin about it, he tells you he doesn't wanna hear about that shitty eldest brother and slams the door to your face.

Still, Rin is the nicer brother(definitely) so one day when you were studying late at night by the dining table, Rin approaches and offers help with the homework. He takes this chance to apologize to you for his past behavior. And your eyes start to get watery. You tell him that seeing your dear brothers fighting like this breaks your heart. He doesn't know what to say but he apologizes again and again and again as he hugs you while you cry.

Ah yes, hurt/comfort my beloved.

Rin would think things to himself like "Fuck, I hurt them. I can't do this. Can't be like Sae." And then when he starts comparing you to Sae in his head. For a while, he tells you "I'd never hurt you again like Sae hurt me and I know you'd never hurt me like this either." And it takes a few weeks until you snap at him to stop talking down Sae like this.

And that's when Rin would start becoming more distant. He knows he's hurting you whenever the topic of your oldest brother comes up, so he tries to avoid talking about it. And this causes Rin to talk less and less to you because he's afraid the topic will come up.

It takes months, maybe close to a year until you're almost completely distant. Rin's bitterness about Sae has completely consumed him and made him stop talking to you. Well, that's from your point of view at least.

From Rin's point of view, he still loves you very much and wants to protect you, he's just afraid to hurt you again because seeing you cry like this one night and you snapping really did something to him.

Instead of making you sad, he wants to make you proud of him again. One of his reasons for wanting to be the world's best striker. But that's something he keeps to himself.

Because even though you and Rin became distant, you still come to watch every single one of his matches, so he knows soccer is a way to get you two back together.

Actually, once Rin goes to Blue Lock, you not being there to watch him play feels weird to him. And then he realizes how much he misses you and he wishes he wouldn't have become so distant from you. He wishes he wouldn't have been so afraid of talking to you.

He regrets the brother he's become.

(A/N: I swear I woke up at 6 am and checked Tumblr on my phone, saw this ask and grabbed my laptop to write this. Thank you very much anon!)

[womanofwords]

Teacher's Pest

"Class, I regret to inform you that I must leave for an indefinite amount of time for medical reasons," Miss Bones said.

"What?!" Randall gasped, tears in his eyes already threatening to leave.

"I was worried about that, too." She looked . . . solemn. "Luckily, I have hand-picked a replacement long in advance to get you the teacher you need. He is exactly what you all need."

"How?" Randall asked. Miss Bones smiled.

"Let's just say he has a real way with problem students," she said. "Behave for him, OK?"

The rest of the class gulped. This teacher sounded ominous. Randall giggled audibly. "Finally, someone to keep the worst kids in line!"

"Miss Bones sounded . . . sinister. Who is this guy?" Amy wondered.

"Someone that can punish everybody," Randall gleefully informed. "What this class needs."

"You're trying to be the teacher's pet for the new teacher already, and they're not even here!" Amy threw her hands up and left the room.

No matter who the teacher was, Randall was always the same.

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Randall eagerly awaited the new teacher's arrival. If Miss Bones were to recommend them, they were probably just as sweet and kind as her. Maybe they were a rookie, someone who would eagerly agree to punish troublemakers and thank him for giving reminders about the homework.

The new teacher did not seem new at all.

"Good morning, class. My name is Mr Kilgrave," the teacher said. "I heard from Miss Bones that this was going to be a difficult class to teach. Disruptive influences, derailing the lesson, talking back. None of the other teachers want to touch your class with a barge pole. So, they had to bring in me."

"It's her!" Randall immediately pointed a literal finger at Amy. "There's your bad influence! Just wait till I tell you about all the stuff they've done!"

"Did I ask for your input?" Mr Kilgrave asked. "What's your name, boy?"

Randall gulped. "Randall."

Mr Kilgrave smiled. His mouth seemed to have too many teeth, more than a person needed. "Ah, the famous Randall. Miss Bones mentioned you when we talked."

"Really?"

"Yes." Mr Kilgrave grimaced, like he was constipated. "Most of the disruptions in her class were from you, apparently."

"That is not true!" Randall spluttered. "There has to be a mistake!"

"She said you'd say that. Needless to say, I'll be keeping an eye on you." Mr Kilgrave gave Randall the sort of stare that could have made a raging bull stop in its tracks. "You will not like me having an eye on you."

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Randall groaned as he massaged his hand. "Mr Kilgrave is the worst teacher," he groaned. "He made my homework writing lines. And the line was 'I must be civil to my classmates' 150 times."

"Really? I thought he was pretty fair," Amy said.

"You think he's fair? Of course you do! You hate me!" Randall ranted. "Miss Bones made a horrible mistake and mixed my name up with yours in her report of the class and now I have to deal with your horrible reputation and a sadistic teacher!"

"Randall, you shouldn't be saying things like that," Amy said, as Mr Kilgrave entered behind Randall's back.

"You can't tell me what to do or what to think! Mr Kilgrave is evil and clearly incompetent!" Randall shrieked.

"Good to know you're still thinking of me, Randall," Mr Kilgrave said. The boy let out a feeble squeak and hid behind Amy. "Don't hide behind Amy now. Come out here."

"This is all her fault," Randall hissed. "She provoked me."

"All I said was that you were a fair teacher," Amy said.

"And that provoked me!" Randall yelled.

"Do you need another detention, Randall?" Mr Kilgrave asked.

"N-no," Randall meekly replied.

Amy smiled. Mr Kilgrave was going to be interesting.

[alexjcrowley]

Since the House M.D. fandom on Tumblr is getting bigger, I though I'd share with you the fact that all I took six years to finish watching the show, and I started well after it finished airing. Why did I take so long, you ask? Here's why.

I started watching House M.D. suring my second year in high school (in my country high school is five years, btw). When I was a kid my parents watched the show, I only caught bits of it and I didn't like it because I didn't understand it. When I was 15-16, out of nowhere if not pure curiosity, I decided to give the show a shot. I became obsessed with it.

I spent entire afternoons watching it. I was a straight A student, as americans say, I was "a pleasure to have in class" and then I started skipping P.E. to watch House on my phone in the locker room. I forced my best friend to skip the lessons with me (they did it gladly). My classmates skipped P.E. to smoke outside of the gym, I jumped up and down in the locker room to find signal so the episodes would load. I still remember making my best friend watch Euphoria part I and II whole others played volleyball. It did not end there.

I remember being at the house of an old friend studying chemistry and biology (which, ironically, I've always sucked at): it was me, my best friend and a couple of other gals. These girls were trying to understand science homework while me and my best friend were giggling because I spent all the time writing "Gregory House" with hearts around his name or lines from the show on the margins of the science textbooks. And, since I have a heavy hand with pencils and pens, I was never able to lend my science textbook to anyone ever (especially the teacher, who sometimes asked for our textbooks) because I had love notes for a fictional doctor written all over it.

I started referring to myself as House and my best friend as Wilson, and to this day on my phone my best friend is saved (amongst other nicknames) as "Jimmy" and I, on their phone, as something like "untrustworthy limp" (I started watching the show in my native language, not English, and in Italian at some point Wilson calls House "zoppo malfidato"), which, by the way, proved to be incredibly accurate because in a few years I would have started having problems with my left ankle, which would have led me to limp a lot and use crutches.

Therefore the question arises spontaneously: why did I take so long finishing the show? Well, as you can clearly understand, I really liked House's and Wilson's friendship, it meant a lot to me (and later on I would have understood, as an aromantic, it was the qpr I aspired to have).

We all know what happens at the end of season 4. I cried like a baby and all that, it took a couple of days, but I started season 5.

But then, in season 5, House and Wilson weren't magically friends again (who would have thought?). And my poor little heart, simply couldn't bear that. Suddenly I was taking P.E. again, and my best friend was asking about House and I said "I need time to elaborate". And then I didn't, for six years.

"Hey, don't they make up in the fourth episode of the season?" Yes, they do. Do you want to know at which episode of the fifith season I stopped watching because I couldn't bear to see them not being friends? The first. Fucking. Episode. I watched one episode of the fifth season that ended with Wilson saying "We're not friends anymore, House. I'm not sure we ever were" and said "Nope, I can't, MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS" and as a matter of a fact it didn't take it. I saw them not being friends for ONE episode for something that was ENTIRELY justifiable and I had to take a moment for six years.

"Then how did you decide to watch the rest of it one day?" well, well, well, let's jump six years forwards, no longer than last year. Last year was the worst year of my life and I doubt this will ever change, it was the first year of university and truly a year I wish I could forget. I started doing things I regret, my life was a mess, I skipped an exam, my mother was angry with me, one night I am crying in fetal position in my shower (I am not taking a shower, I am in my pijama just lying in the shower) and I think "it doesn't get worse than this". I have my phone with me, I open Tumblr to try and think of something else instead of crying and I see, unprompted (I didn't look for it), an House M.D. post.

I had tried to go on Tumblr to look for content on the show 6 years before, I hadn't found a lot. I remember I never finished watching the show. Again, my life sucks, I am thinking very bad things, I am emotionally fucked, I think I'll have to jump from a window by the way things are going. I tell myself (I very vividly remember why I stopped watching House) "it can't hurt more than what I am already going through". I start watching from the second episode of the fifth season, I remembered everything about the show.

I find out if I had powered through two more episodes at time, House and Wilson would have been friends again. I finish the show in less than a month (and the night I watch the finale I make four minutes audios to my best friend at 3 in the morning in which I bawl my eyes out and say very incoherent sad things).

And this, kids, is how I met your mother took six years to watch all House M.D. It just took me to be at the lowest point of my life but oh well if that's the price to pay.

[purplesurveys]

1759

When was the last time you got more then eight hours of sleep? Several times between last weekend and the first half of this week. I had a horrible fever that turned out to be Covid, so I've spent the last few days resting away.

Is there anyone in your life that you wish you were closer to? Sometimes I find myself wishing I was close with my co-workers the same way my other teammates have become real-life friends with each other. But I don't know, I guess I don't work that way. I know I shouldn't feel regretful about setting boundaries, especially work-related ones, but I can't help the guilt every now and then.

Would you say you are a gullible person? Very, but I would say it's an endearing type of gullibility as I apparently amuse people a lot with it haha. I'll share an example of how my mom has used it to her advantage – one time as a kid I couldn't get rid of my hiccups, so my mom without missing a beat started berating me about how my school called her up to report that I've been caught stealing eggs from the cafeteria. I picked it up in a heartbeat and started panicking, only for her to quip to check if my hiccups are still going (they stopped).

Are you one to swear often? I do curse. Not as much as I used to, I would say, but still fairly often.

Have you ever sat down and played video games all day? In my early teenage years yeah. I was hooked to our Wii.

What is one thing in your life that is no longer there, that you miss? My grandfather. He passed before I could ever grow up and understand him better. Kimi. I just cried over him last night while hugging his cremation box.

What do you believe is the best thing about being a kid? Having only school and homework to bitch about, for the most part.

What flavor Dum-Dum is your favorite? I don't know what those are.

What is the last book you read/are reading? Did you/are you enjoying it? The only book I've read this year is BTS' memoir, hah. Yes, I liked it even though I had expected too much of the boys and thought they would have been the one to write the book. I should have known that that was too good to be true, especially in K-pop where everything is a lot, A LOT more guarded and cleaned up.

Are you on a laptop or a desktop right now? Laptop. I haven't used a desktop since high school!

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go; why? I'd love to be back in Bangkok. I'm thinking of flying there again in March, but we'll see. I have five months left to think about it LOL

Have you ever trusted someone you wish you wouldn't have? Sure.

Have you ever been on a picnic? Don't think so. Are there even spots here you can have picnics at without getting mugged, approached by a crazy religious person trying to recruit you into their cult, or begged?

Which is better tea or coffee? Coffee. I tried getting into tea but just can't appreciate why it tastes the way it tastes.

Do you own an umbrella? Yeah.

Do you like the ocean? I love it. I can get beach fatigue sometimes tbh since beaches are all the Philippines has – but for what it's worth I feel very peaceful and happy when I find myself in front of the waves.

Is there anyone that you wish you were with right now? Nope.

Who was the last person you hung out with? Tricia, Rap, Gello, and Kaye. It was Kaye's birthday dinner and I was supposed to go with Angela, but she bailed at the last minute since she was sick :(( I didn't want to flake either because I love Kaye, but it had been a nightmare to think about attending because I didn't know the rest of her fucking guest list lmao.

Anyway, I spotted Tricia's group and just put my brave face on and asked if they could adopt me for the evening. They didn't really have a choice LMAO and I'm sure it wasn't like they could turn me down for no reason so I still feel a bit guilty about having to interfere with their table like that; but anyway I sat with them that evening and just tried my best to go with their flow.

What animal cracker is your favorite? Idk I haven't had those since I was around 6.

Is there anything you're currently holding back? Yeah. Work-related, but there is never a right time to bring it up so it may be something I just need to keep to myself as long as I'm in my current workplace.

Do you like your smile? Yes.

Have you ever watched something on the TV that truly disturbed you? Manila hostage crisis, 2010.

Are you scared of needles? Yeah, very much and almost pathetically so hahaha.

Is your current cell phone out of date? No it's fairly new.

Have you ever drank milk when it was spoiled? Yeah I drank a bad batch of Milo once, when I was around 7. Promptly spat it out down the sink and to this day I'm still scared of drinking milk because of that incident.

Would you/have you ever bought a gym membership? I haven't and I wouldn't. I've really tried to get into working out but I personally just can't catch the appeal.

Have you ever bought anything on the TV? Nope.

Have you ever done something that you knew was wrong? Yes.

What is your favorite restaurant? Yabu.

What is the last thing you spent money on? Stuff from the Korean mart. Chapaguri + samgyupsal is my favorite pairing these days and I had a bombbbbbbbbasssss meal last night.

Do you know of anyone who hates you? Nope.

Has an animal ever bit you? Cooper has.

Do you ever take out the garbage? Yes, sometimes.

Do wash your face thoroughly everyday? Yeah, at the start and end of the day.

Would you ever do a ride along with a cop? Probably not.

Are things, in your opinion, overly expensive these days? It is for a fact. Inflation has been terrible.

Where was your last car ride to? Katip to work and attend Kaye's birthday dinner. That was my last hurrah pre-Covid lol, and I don't want to go out til next weekend for good measure.

Are your nails long? Nope, I've just trimmed them.

Have you ever gotten food poisoning? Yes, once, hated every minute of it.

Have you ever had to put a dog to sleep? I have not.

What messenger services do you use? Messenger for my personal life; largely Viber for work but I also keep Whatsapp and Telegram just in case it's needed.

Have you ever lost someone important to you? Yes.

Are you listening to music currently? I am; I'm listening to Indigo.

[riahlynn101]

Please may I have a Five nights at Freddy's security breach scenario of when Gregory age 10 and you (Gregory's mother age 28..she was only 18 when she had him and she is a hard working single mother doing her best, loves her children dearly and Gregory loves his mother deeply and everything) first met Freddy. It was kinda hard for you to hide with two children (yes.you had two children)..despite that Gregory was smart enough to hide in Freddy's hatch thing..you also had your three year old daughter, Sophia to deal with because she was bored and wanted to play and the last thing that you and Gregory wanted was to get caught by the security guard because of Sophia's protesting and you were covering your toddler's mouth and hiding in the corner of Freddy's room before Freddy even turned back on. It was kinda hard to explain to a friendly robot of why you, Gregory's and Sophia's mother and the kids themselves were there..and admittedly you had a horrible feeling about this place and regretted even taking them here for Sophia's 3rd birthday. *you were holding Sophia and she was on your hip like how a parent holds a toddler properly*

(Gregory's and Sophia's Dad..died in a car accident three years ago when Sophia wasn't much older than a year old and that was how you became a single mother, raising two young children on your own was what you explained to Freddy when he asked about your husband).

Sorry for the wait! I saw your other requests as well, and I’ll do them at some point :D!! Thanks for taking the time to write this out. Here’s a few snippets for you in the meanwhile.

Side note: -x-x-x- indicates a new snippet for this prompt. 

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My mother had once told her, “Isabella, some people are lucky. They live their lives with little to no consequence.”

And she had asked, “but what about everyone else?”

“Most of everyone else teeters between the line of unlucky and lucky, but some people…”

“Some people..?”

“Some people are….just plain unlucky their whole lives.”

Isabella had left the conversation there, feeling satisfied enough with her mother’s answers. She felt bad for the people that would live their whole lives in misery and misfortune, unable to stop any of it.

In no way did Isabella think she'd be the unlucky one. 

It started-as all terrible things do-with small, insignificant instances. A bad hair day, a flat tire, her homework getting lost the day it's due, but then it escalated. 

All her bad luck snowballed-her failing several classes, becoming someone, she didn’t recognize, and falling in the crowd-until Isabella found herself pregnant and almost totally on her own. 

Her then-boyfriend, Eli, decided to stick around. He was her saving grace. On days when Isabella wanted to give up and throw the towel in, he stepped in. Eli was kind. 

He was generous.

Eli saw her for who she is. 

He would give these hugs. The kind that leaves your body a little sore, but your soul happy. 

He was really warm, too. Almost unnaturally so. A human heater, Isabella used to jokingly call him. 

Eli was her best friend. 

And now, he is gone. 

But she isn’t on her own. Gregory has been doing the best he can to help her with Sophia. The three-year-old is too hyperactive for her to keep up with, and he seems to find chasing after her entertaining. 

Still, Isabella’s heart aches when she watches them. She feels….guilty, like she’s doing something wrong. Maybe that’s why she overcompensated for Sophia’s birthday. Because, yes, it’s her daughter’s party, but Sophia couldn’t care less where they held her birthday. She’s barely three - just yesterday, Isabella had to wrestle a dirty dish rag out of her mouth (her standards for entertainment aren’t very high, and Isabella says that with love). However, her daughter’s birthday is the first major event their family has had since Eli’s passing. 

The kids deserved to have fun, and after saving up, Isabella finally had enough to throw her daughter a birthday party at the local pizzaplex. 

And, while her daughter seems enchanted by the gaudy decorations, loud music, and bright colors, Gregory looks even more mesmerized. He glances about the crowd. Their table is furthest from the stage. It’s the only one she could afford, but they can still hear and see the stage from here. 

“Mom, I can’t see them,” Gregory whined, shifting in his seat. His eyes are wide, and she’s not sure she’s ever seen him so excited.

“Patience, Greg, give them a few minutes.” Isabella turns to open a juice box for her daughter. “I’m sure they’ll be out when they’re finished getting ready.”

“Getting ready…?” Gregory snorts. “Mom, they’re robots. They don’t get ready.”

She gives him a look. “Patience,” she says again. 

He slumps down, focusing on his piece of pizza. “Thanks again, mom.” Gregory glances up at her, a soft smile on his face. It’s been a minute since she’s seen him smile. “I’m having a lot of fun.”

“Glad to hear it.”

-x-x-x-

Isabella hides behind the couch. It wouldn’t have been her first choice, but desperate times call for desperate measures. 

She holds a hand over Sophia’s mouth. The three-year-old whines, trying to slap her hand away. Isabella murmurs an apology. If she had just thrown her daughter’s birthday at the park like they originally planned, then none of this would have happened. 

There’s a whirring sound. And then-

“Showtime already?”

Sophia perks up, bouncing up and down. “Mommy, mommy,” she cheers, voice muffled due to Isabella’s hand still being placed firmly against her mouth. “Freddy! That…that…the bear.” Her daughter excitedly points, or at least tries to.

The couch is pulled outwards, and Isabella just barely manages to not to lose her balance. A very bewildered Glamrock Freddy hovers over them, holding Gregory arms length away like a cat. 

Sophia leaps up from her lap before Isabella can stop her. She giggles, looking back-and-forth between Isabella, Gregory, and Glamrock Freddy. 

“You’re silly,” she finally says, speaking to her brother (who couldn’t look more unamused if he tried). 

“Shhhh…” Gregory shoots back. “That security lady is still trying to get me.” 

“Who? Officer Vanessa?” Freddy asks. He sets Gregory down. 

“I dunno.”

Isabella gives him ‘the look.’ The one that all mothers give to their children when they’re being a brat. 

He shrugs, but seems to simmer down. She can’t begin to imagine what he’s been through in the last few hours. It’s quite frankly a miracle that she found him. With Faz-Entertainment’s history….

Isabella had been worried she wouldn’t see him again. 

“Is there a way out of here?” 

Freddy seems to consider her words, eyes flashing. 

“Yes, but it requires someone going into the vents. It’s the only way I can leave my room.”

“What-” Isabella starts, tilting her head to the side. 

“Okay, what do I have to do?” 

“Gregory!” She scolds, forgetting for a second their predicament. 

“What?”

“Well, those vents are filthy. They could have nails sticking out in them, or rusted pieces of metal. I don’t remember the last time you got a tetanus shot. Have you got a tetanus shot before?” She asks, fidgeting with her fingers. 

-x-x-x-

Isabella brings her son in for a hug. She kisses the top of his head. “I’m so proud of you.” Sophia is nestled against her, supported by her mother’s arm and hip. 

Gregory was never much of a crier. Hardly cried as a baby and only cried less and less as he got older. But she watches her son’s brave front crumble to dust. He wraps his arms around her waist, putting his face in her sternum. “I…I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I should have. I-”

Isabella shushes him. “It’s alright. Let’s go home. It’s been a very long day.”

Gregory nods, beyond exhausted. 

-x-x-x-

(Additional Snippet) 

Gregory giggles, running around the garden. He darts to his right, narrowly dodging the rose garden. 

That had been a close one. His mom loves those roses. Dad and her plant them together every year (“next year,” his parents had promised, “you can plant something in the garden as well.” Gregory still doesn’t know what he’ll plant, but he has a few ideas.)

“Gotcha!” Dad shouts, yanking Gregory into the air. He’s thrown up, only to end up in his dad’s arms. “Gotcha,” he repeats, hugging him close. 

Gregory leans into his dad’s embrace, content and happy.

[megismorallysunny]

17/09/23

its been quite a while, i told myself in july i would talk about the barbie movie, but well that didnt end up happening. i felt awkward writing and i feel awkward now, school started 3/4 weeks ago and its been going pretty ok, ill talk more about that. so first things first the barbie movie was spectacular, i loved it so much, it was so amazing no words, speechless. i dont know if i mentioned this but i went on holiday again, i went to mallorca in june for a week and alicante in spain for 2 weeks. i grew sick of my brother after that, i hope someday we can be friends but i just cannot stand him. my mom said that i will regret not being friends with him when im older just like she did, but i just cant stand being around him. my mom may regret not being friends with my uncle then but atleast there friends now (not for long unfortunately, hes sick). Spain was pretty boring, yes i know im a lil spoilt but we went to spain cuz its cheap (cheaper than staying down the road). i started playing a lot of total drama then stopped after the start of school. Im glad that im actually able to focus on my school work better because i genuinely cannot focus, i really struggled last year cuz i did it in silence and always put it off. now i started watching qsmp along with doing my homework cuz now i feel better doing my homework, my brain just works better when its hearing something and my brain is doing something else at the same time doing my hw. i think its due to when i was younger there was never silence around me when doing my hw, there was always talking always a programme, always something. im doing higher level english, im scared about doing shit in it like every other higher subject im in. but i think im doing good in english, or atleast mediocre, my teacher said that some of my work wasnt the best, which fair nuff it isnt. but i wrote something and it was kinda cringe but my teacher said it was good, and it wasnt cringe as in furry abo type shit i wrote it was more me saying "chillingly good use of onomatopeia" omg i just felt so stupid reading it out, i figured out why it feels so invasive reading it out and its because it feels like reading a diary and your specifically asked to read out ur feelings and opinions about it, unless i say something hateful about it i dont feel comfortable saying it. im doing bad in higher maths i just cannot understand somethings but i dont want to spend more time on it so i might i might not, im scared that i just wont understand it and theres people dumber than me in there, and it feels like i shit also cuz im dumb, i struggle with comprehending things, and i just go on my phone all the time, because i just get so bored, i wish that i would be able to learn things at my own pace (fast but slow at things i dont understand) and i just wish i could learn what i wanted to, i know i can learn maths i just struggle and i dont know why. did i mention im stupid? did i? because your bound to think so now, last year in higher irish i got 23% on my summer exam, and this year i got a note from my parents to move to lower, and i went to give it to him and he gave such a good speech i said okay yeah sure, like how dumb am i?? all my friends looked aound at me and were like "that was your one chance" "why didnt you leave" it was a little demotivating but if theres one thing i can do its spite people, from an early age ive discovered people insulting me is the best power for my success, its better if it feels like they mean it. e.g i couldnt hit a ball in pe with a bat, someone tried to take it off me (multiple ppl) and they said cmon you cant do it, that was really a good motivator because as soon as they reached for it i hit the ball super high. anyways im now learning irish and im struggling really. but duolingos helping, alot. were back to talking to our french penpals and i wrote the most complicated english because i got excited she said i was a nice girl, shes so sweet i love her. i wrote way too much so im gonna go now, have a good morning, day or night.

[myadhdbot]

tldr: nothing important

just knowing you might have adhd without the official diagnosis, and no means to even get one bc where you live in doesn't take mental health seriously, is so frustrating.

i relate to most of the adhd behaviours described online. i cannot regulate my attention. my recent hyper-fixation lasted almost an entire semester and i barely scraped through all the other subjects other than the ones i was really interested in. i also lose focus easily in class unless I'm writing every word they say down. executive dysfunction is an everyday thing. i cannot stop scrolling on the internet even though i mentally list all the better things i could be doing rather than waste time every 10-15 minutes. I'm easily bored and have had meltdowns in the past so yes i 98% think i have adhd probably a bit of anxiety as well.

but without the official diagnosis my imposter syndrome makes it so difficult to live guilt free. theres always stupid thoughts in my head saying if I'm just exaggerating things (i know I'm not) but it's so hard to shut down the voice and i go into a spiral thinking if I'm just being lazy, not working hard enough to get things done on time, not trying to remember important schedules or assignments, not trying complete my assignments or homeworks or reading until the very last minute.

my issues with memory also make it incredibly hard to recall anything other than some specific instances of my childhood and everybody (esp my mom) remembers a different version of me bc i lived in a boarding school from 11-16(until covid) and i was extremely high functioning. i used to ace tests without having to read too much and my boarding school had a very strict routine that made it easy bc i knew what i was supposed to do every minute of the day but when 11th grade came around everything changed even though i was still in the same boarding setup. i suddenly didnt do well in tests bc i hadn't needed to until then. so i don't know who i was, i don't know who i am or who I'm supposed to be.

i did nothing productive during the covid year couldn't concentrate in class. i read hp fanfics all day. i couldn't even read new books, or watch tv shows or pick up a hobby or learn a language (which is an interest of mine), nothing other than reading about the same people fall for each other in a thousand different au's. this was a very important stage in my student life and i didn't give university exams properly. i can't regret it bc i don't even think about it. i don't think about anything concrete but my mind is always busy.

(i don't even know where i was going with this. does this qualify as trauma dump?)

i see people with the same problems on the internet and it does relieve me to a certain extent but there's always doubt clawing at me. also bc in just 2 years I've to get a job and i hear how office spaces are not accomodating enough for nd folks and it's scary. i also don't really like the job profile very much but it's also bc i have no real direction in life. i dream about having a book cafe but it's not sustainable nor fair to my family ig.

sundays are not fun when you're in an existential crisis (if this even qualifies as one) and i have homework to do that I could've done anytime between the last 30 hours which I've procrastinated against doing until now.

[espies-galaxy]

I needed to stop going.

Dear World,

My name is Espie, and I am human. I know that sounds super shocking! How on Earth can someone be human? I don't mean to diminish the hard work others do, especially those who do more than I do. But here is the thing: my last honest break that meant no homework, no work, and no constant being around people was last winter break. Yes, I have worked this break, but I could mind that. So here is my breakdown of the last year of my life... From January to January:

1. I took 18 credit hours both semesters, and my Fall semester consisted of 18 all upper-division level classes.

2. I was the Vice President of Public Relations and Recruitment and Public Relations Chairman for my chapter Zeta Pi. At this time, I led my wonderful sisters through recruitment that doubled our chapter.

3. In the Spring, I worked two jobs, one as a student ambassador and one as a Social Media Intern for the local government in my city. (Summer came, and that was the end of both jobs)

4. During the summer, I did research for my job the following semester as the Social Media Specialist for the Office of Student Engagement and Leadership.

5. All the while taking 7 credit hours of summer course work.

6. I founded a new club on campus that allows students interested in developing advertisement campaigns that can compete against other schools to ultimately show the company the campaign we have created for them.

7. I am the standing Editor and Cheif for the Odyssey Online for my school.

8. Moved out on my own.

I realize that people do so much more, but that is also quite a lot of work because, get this, in that time, I also maintained my social relationships, passed all my classes, saved money, got good amounts of sleep, and was able to keep my health through working out.

I have written an article before, "Being on top of your life makes things rough," and people see me as the person who is always on, never sick or weary, always positive, bright-eyed, and a little ball of sunshine.

So here you go is everything I do, and I don't regret a second; I love all of it deeply. I am that little ball of sunshine because I budget my time and love what I do. I love my degree, my friends, my sisters, my family, and all my jobs.

I am a firm believer that when you love what you do, it is not a burden; I end every day with a smile, yes, sometimes I complain, but I am human. But my whole point to this article was that I've felt slight judgment from people this break because, on my days off, I will lay in bed or on the couch all day, watch tv, or read and just do nothing. After all, I deserve that because even though I love everything I do, it doesn't mean that it is not exhausting. I am mentally exhausted and finally have a break where my mind and body can just sit, relax, and do it all on time and on my terms. I stopped writing for a solid minute because I just couldn't keep going after a semester where I was writing and editing 7+ articles a week from school and work. So I think it is valid for me to stop going for once because I am a human and deserve a break sometimes too.

Sincerely,

The Girl Who Stopped Going

(originally written by me on January 5, 2017)

[therunawaykind]

You're so persuasive

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Milf!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ smut, legal age gap, fingering, explicit language, bottom Wanda, teasing, thigh riding, mention of alcohol, swearing. I also shouldn't have to say this but MINORS DNI

Author's Note: I'm not gonna lie I did not see myself anytime soon writing a story just for smut purposes but alas here I am. The idea of milf!reader has not left my head since I read @temptationsbrew milf!reader fic so I had to get it out of my system. Albeit the smut is near the end of the story. Depending on how it goes who knows could have more interactions between Wanda x Milf!Reader

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You had your daughter Ruby at quite a young age which you weren’t mad about even though it wasn’t exactly a planned situation for both you and your boyfriend Lukas at the time. When you both found out albeit being a surprise and very very early for a situation like this to be happening you both were happy. Although let it be known that the addition of taking care of a child in your life didn’t stop you from going through college and earning a degree to get a good job. Albeit you both broke up a few years afterwards due to reasons unrelated to your daughter you both just kind of….fell out of love. You both loved each other dearly Lukas still visited regularly to help with Ruby and would sometimes even take her to where he was living to give you a break. You both are still good friends to this day and Ruby even though she is starting college now spends some weekends where he lives with his fiancee. Whilst you were here single having literally all of Ruby’s high school friends….yes all of them, boys and girls fawning over you all because you were one of the only if not the only mother that was the closest to their age.

Due to you being the closest to their age and frankly probably the least judgemental of all the mothers….yes that includes their own. They came to you for advice and just answers to any of their problems or anything they were curious about. That ranged from homework to friendship drama even to sexuality you heard a lot of it.

Now here you were Ruby was halfway through her first year in college. You suffered through all the rather weird and odd phases she went through, going through puberty hormones flying everywhere between the both of you. Funnily enough, the topic that Ruby was the most nervous to come to you about her sexuality, sure she had seen and heard you giving this talk to so many of her friends and as much as her friends told her to talk to you she never did. She was scared you’d react differently to her because she was your daughter. It was just before she started college she brought it up. After many stutters and fumble of words, she came out and told you she was bisexual. That is one of the moments you were the proudest of your daughter.

That was until you slowly started to regret it.

The number of men and women that girl would have over in her room for hookups. You were sick of it. Did you think she would be like you and find a suitable person to actually date? Yeah yeah, you did. You were convinced. However, that slowly started to change when you started seeing the same two people show up frequently at your house. The first person that would be around constantly would be Pietro and you were convinced she was gonna start dating him. Much to your dismay that didn’t happen, then it was a girl called Wanda. Ruby would frequently alternate between the two…. The shock you had when you realised these two people were brother and sister. Ruby got an earful from you once you found out.

So now here you were at work sitting in your office going through files. When a notification went off on your phone. It was from the company that installed the cameras inside and outside your home in case anyone tried to break in once you and Ruby were out. As you stared at the notification you glanced at the time… it was only one o’clock Ruby still had college so she couldn’t be at home. Since you didn’t know what to expect you connected your headphones to your phone as you opened the app you saw nothing but the girl thee Wanda Maximoff strolling around your house. As you stared at it a million and one questions ran through your head. How did she get in, did Ruby give her a fucking key to get in when she wasn’t there, does she know there are cameras in the house and I can see her. Ruby was gonna get an earful once she got home.

However, what you didn’t know was that Ms Maximoff was crushing on you massively possibly a worrying amount. She literally was only agreeing and continued the hookups with Ruby to catch glimpses of you. It was something about you in those stupidly tight dress pants and tight white blouse when you came in from work that would ruin her in oh so many ways. Wanda stuck around and would stare at you as much as she could, so whenever she was alone and wanted to get herself off she could picture you. She couldn’t lie Wanda lost count of the number of times she came with your name falling from her lips...well more like chanting your name…. It isn’t her proudest moment. Her even worst moment was when she would be with Ruby and she couldn’t help but picture you instead of the daughter, she couldn’t lie she felt terrible and guilty. She had somehow conditioned herself of being able to only achieve her high if she was thinking of you.

She was fucked.

Once you realised it was Wanda you exited the app putting it down to her just being nosey waiting for Ruby to come home. So you got back to your work. You knew you were going to finish later tonight so you text Ruby in advance just to get pizza for herself or something. Acting as if you didn’t know Wanda was in your house. It was something that crossed your mind regularly why the hookups were always at your house and not the Maixmoff’s house. However, you put it down to you being the only other person in the house and being rather carefree about what went on in your house.

That was until you arrived home.

As you pulled into the driveway you saw the lights on in the living room behind the blinds. You saw some constant flashes which you put down to an action movie or something of the sort being watched. As you approached the door and unlocked it you were shocked to hear moans coming from inside the house. You muttered something that even you couldn’t understand, all that ran through your head was she could’ve watched these things in the space and safety of her own bedroom, not the living room where you sit, eat and LIVE. Yet again to your surprise, she wasn’t watching it.

The moans were coming from her and Ms Wanda Maximoff. Wanda heard the door unlock right away and saw you standing at the door. Even though she was dying on the inside she couldn’t help but feel ecstatic at the image of you coming through the door even if it did mean she was reaching her high much quicker than anticipated. However, Wanda didn’t want Ruby to notice your presence so of course, she held onto the back of Ruby’s head and kept it in the crook of her neck, as Wanda watched you wide-eyed as she saw you close the door she moaned louder directly in her ear so Ruby wouldn’t hear the click. Once you stepped inside your house and watched Wanda closely, everything started to come together. She wasn’t here constantly for Ruby it was for you. Because surely every other person would’ve stopped the second they saw a parent walk in but she did everything in her power so Ruby wouldn’t know.

As you walked into the kitchen to get everything to go upstairs to sleep you heard an exclamation of “Fuck Miss Y/L/N!” on one hand you were pleased because everything came together and made sense. However, on the other hand, you really didn’t need to know what things turned your daughter on more. The only thing you were okay with was the fact they weren’t completely nude. As you walked past you looked at Wanda gave her a smirk and a wink and proceeded upstairs. All you could do was smirk when you heard a small fuck escape her lips.

The next few days and weeks went relatively back to normal. No walking in on Ruby with any of the Maximoffs. Although when you did see Wanda nothing was said you both let on that you walked in on the both of them just never happened. Which Wanda had never been so thankful for, what Ruby didn’t know wouldn’t kill her. However, you were at work yet again when you got another notification from the cameras at home, so you did the same thing as last time although this time the person wasn’t in the living room, you flicked through all of the cameras.

Your mouth dropped when you got to the last camera...which happened to be in your room which included a Wanda Maximoff purposefully aimed at the camera. You swallowed dryly as you watched Wanda with her hand underneath her skirt and what seems to be the tightest shirt possible. You turned your phone face down on the desk and internally started cursing at yourself. But of course, you forgot that the cameras had audio so when Wanda started moaning you hid your face behind your hands and groaned. You got suspicious when everything suddenly went silent. As you turned over your phone and stared at it you noticed Wanda looking through your underwear drawer. You muttered, “Wanda what are you doing?” You witnessed Wanda pick up her underwear from off of the bed and place them into your drawer as she picked out a pair of yours and put them on instead. You sat there mouth agape trying to comprehend what you just witnessed.

After that things started changing far too quickly. The hookups between Ruby and Wanda stopped and she actually started dating Pietro. The image of Wanda laying on your bed legs spread would not leave your mind no matter what you tried to do. You were ashamed to say you may have reached your high once or twice with that image in mind.

That woman was like a disease.

As for her underwear in your drawer yeah you were literally too scared to touch them. However, something that freaked you out altogether was Wanda kept coming over to see and talk to you now, her excuse was she didn’t want to have to listen to Pietro and Ruby at her house. Which okay you couldn’t lie was a very good reason.

Tonight was different though you pulled into your driveway after your monthly chat? Meetup? Nightout? With Lukas, It certainly wasn’t a date what would you even classify it as at this stage. You both promised to meet up a catch up about life and anything that goes on in Ruby’s life just so everyone is in the loop. What shocked you though was the light coming from your house you knew Ruby was staying at the Maximoff’s tonight. So there could only be one other person in your house right now. As you walked in through the door and placed your jacket down you heard a low whistle come from the couch.

“If it isn’t Ms Y/L/N actually wearing jeans for a change and not dress pants.”

You chuckled “that is what happens when I’m not working Ms Maximoff.”

“Oh, I’m Ms Maximoff now?”

“You always were Ms Maximoff to me. Since you’re here do you want anything to drink? Except for anything alcoholic, you may be of age but I don’t wanna hear all the comments from the other parents if I gave you alcohol.”

Wanda let out a quiet chuckle “uhh just water or a soda maybe whatever is easiest to get.”

You grab two water bottles and walk back over to sit beside Wanda and place them on the coffee table as well as your phone. As you sit back a message from Lukas pops up saying he's happy you’re home safe. You clear your throat as you notice Wanda staring at your phone “You were out with Lukas?” you grab your water and take a gulp and nod hesitantly “I was it was like our monthly catch up to talk about our lives what’s been going on and talking about what Ruby’s got going on so everyone is in the loop. Keeps things healthy and leads to us not having any arguments about not sharing certain things”

“It’s good you’re both friends after so many years”

You smirk and start playing with your water bottle not noticing Wanda inching closer as you both talk. “Yeah, our break-up never ended badly. We just didn’t love each other the same as when we started out together, so we thought friends would be best.” You slightly jump when you feel Wanda’s hand on your arm.

“That’s very admirable Y/N”

You stare at her wide-eyed “You’ve never called me by my first name before.”

“Well, there’s a first for everything Ms Y/L/N.” You stared at her as you saw her moving to sit as close as possible to you and putting her arm around your shoulder as she whispered “Y/N you don’t know how much I got off thinking about you. Or how all of the hookups I had with Ruby I imagined it was you helping me reach my high and God did it feel so good.”

You took a deep breath in “Wanda...that...this shouldn't happen.”

Wanda moves her head in closer that you can feel her breath on your face “Oh come on Y/N/N you’re telling me you didn’t love the show I gave you up in your room especially with the little gift I left you. You're telling me not once did you get off with that image of me imprinted in your brain? ”

You clenched your eyes shut and wet your lips "Wanda you did that while I was at work and as for your little present I haven't touched them. They are right where you left them.”

“Okay, you denied everything else however you didn't deny getting off to that image in your mind Y/N.”

You opened your eyes back up and bite the inside of your cheek and muttered a “fuck” as you lunged forwards and kissed Wanda placing your hands on the sides of her face. You hear Wanda’s gasp as you kiss her. You could feel Wanda start to whimper and moan with the feel of your lips against hers. You bit her bottom lip and she opened her mouth just enough for you to slip your tongue into her mouth to deepen the kiss. You moved your hands down onto her hips to drag her up onto your lap. As you were kissing her a thought came to mind as you started to slow down the kiss and speak in between kisses “See Ms Maximoff something I noticed is you only ever wear these short skirts when you’re over here. Whenever I’d see you out meeting up with friends you’d always be wearing jeans or at least a lot more covered up. Isn’t that just an odd coincidence or was that all planned out?”

You could feel Wanda sitting against you trying to get her breath back “well...what would you say if I did it on purpose?”

You stared at her and licked your bottom lip as you saw her eyes darken as put placed your hands on her thighs. “Well, a girl who would have purposefully planned something like that would probably get rewarded.” you leaned forward and nipped at the lobe of her ear and felt her grab onto your shoulders. As you moved your hands up your thighs and felt Wanda’s breaths get heavier as you whispered in her ear “also does it surprise you Ms Maximoff that I’m actually much more dominant than I let on, it’s quite a nice surprise, isn’t it?” You started placing slow open mouth kisses on her jaw and down her neck as you stared leaving marks. “You’re also a lot more submissive than I expected Wanda. Then again I should’ve expected it when I saw you that night clinging onto Ruby.” You slowly felt Wanda start to move against your thigh as she let out a sigh. As your hands reach her underwear you trace your fingers along the design of them and smirk as you recognise it.

“Is sweet little Wanda Maximoff wearing Ms Y/L/N's underwear, I bet it made you feel so euphoric knowing you had a pair of my underwear and then even going as far as to wear them my my my Wanda you're even bolder than I thought.”

Wanda muttered out a fuck as you felt her hips move faster along your thigh. You moved your head back and saw Wanda’s head thrown back and her bottom lip between her teeth. “No wonder Ruby had you over for so many hookups Wanda you really are insatiable aren’t you?”

Wanda nodded vigorously “Yes fuck yes….mmhmm.” As Wanda was too busy getting herself off on your thigh she didn’t notice the gaze you had on her with your lip bitten.

“Oh we’re gonna have so much fun together Maximoff.”

You kissed her again and immediately put your tongue in her mouth as you lifted your hands up and took off her top, as you removed hers Wanda rushed to unbutton yours and throw it on the floor and let out a whimper at the contact of your skin. You bit your lip and started kissing the top of her chest and leaving marks. “As much as I would love to see you with nothing on I don’t have the time or patience for that right now Sweetie.”

Wanda groaned at the nickname as you put your hands back under her skirt as you moved your fingers against the wet cloth of her underwear and moaned in her ear “fuck Wanda.” She started to press down as much as she could against your fingers and muttered nothing but please touch me. You gazed at her “considering you asked so nicely and you’re just so desperate.” you pulled down her underwear and threw it on the floor and ran your fingers against her centre as Wanda let out a sigh of relief. Which doesn’t last long as you quickly thrust your fingers into her. Her nails dug into your arm as you kiss Wanda’s neck. “I can see why Ruby would have you around so much, you feel so good.” Wanda quickly starts thrusting her hips down to try to get your fingers to move as you smirk against her skin. You quickly start removing your fingers and push them back into her at a slow pace knowing just how quickly she’d reach her high.

You hear a strangled moan leave Wanda's throat as you look up at her “Y/N if you don’t start moving faster I’ll get myself off.”

“What would be the fun in getting yourself off Maximoff you’ve experienced that so many times before? I’m a new experience fresh meat. Possibly more experienced than any previous hookup you’ve ever imagined.”

You slowly started to pick up the pace as a string of moans and curse words left her mouth “fuck yes yeah you’re right.” as you move your fingers around feeling her clench around your fingers at every move you make you see her chest heaving and small whimpers leaving her mouth. As she leans her head forward on your shoulder turning into a mess, you curl your fingers just as you find her G-spot as a loud moan leaves her mouth “Y/N baby please right there..please keep going just stay there.”

“For a girl that has been fucked so much by my daughter you’re still so tight sweetie maybe she wasn’t treating you good enough.” you kept your fingers hitting her gspot as your thrusts started getting faster you felt her starting to clench around you more so you slowed your pace down.

“Y/N FUCK.” You chuckled against her as you started to move your thumb against her clit “Wanda sweetie why don’t you do yourself a favour and ride my fingers for me huh?” The words were just out of your mouth and Wanda’s hips moving like nothing you’ve ever seen before. You sat back slightly to just take her in. her head was thrown back and biting her lip to conceal how much of a mess she had become. However, what kept your gaze was the movement of her chest as she moved up and down on your fingers as she chased her high. You let out a low fuck as you watched her. You started noticing Wanda’s rhythm get sloppy you started meeting her thrusts as her hands gripped onto your shoulders.

“You gonna cum sweetie.”

Wanda nodded vigorously as her moans got higher in pitch “mhmm please I wanna cum.”

You smirked as you kept thrusting and curling your fingers “Do you wanna just cum or do you just wanna cum all over my fingers sweetie and drench me and my hand?.” You thrust against her deeper as she let out a scream “BOTH BOTH...I…..I wanna cum and cum all over your hand, fingers and jus- fuck....mhmm you all over you Ms Y/L/N.”

You bit your lip in thought as you stared at her and chuckled as you saw her try to look down at you. You sat upright and pulled her against you and whispered in her ear as she let out a choked moan “Ms Maximoff, sweetie why don’t you cum all over my fingers right now.” you felt Wanda’s arousal coat your fingers and hand as she came with a silent scream and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

You albeit reluctantly started to slow down your thrusts, the only reason you knew Wanda was still okay was the heaving of her chest as her head fell forward onto your shoulder and her breath hit your skin. As you removed your fingers from her she whimpered and took her head off your shoulder, you kept your eyes on her as you placed your fingers into your mouth and licked them clean and hummed in response. Wanda stared at you like a deer in headlights as if she had never seen anything like it before. Wanda was mesmerised.

“Oh this should’ve happened so much earlier, don’t you think sweetie?” Wanda nodded instantly just as you and Wanda started kissing again and her hands wandered around your body feeling your skin her phone went off with a message from Pietro saying Wanda Sestra it’s late, me and Ruby have stopped it’s safe to come home now. Wanda looked over her shoulder at the message as you moved your head slightly to read it and groaned at the message and mumbled “that is something I did not need to know ever.”

Wanda started giggling “like you can talk Ms Y/L/N”

You smirked and kissed her forehead “oh yeah and about that Ms Y/L/N thing I did not need to know you called my daughter that”

Wanda started getting off of your lap standing on wobbly legs as she put back on her top and gathered her things “oh trust me, me saying that was always me imaging you and that night well you walked in and I just had to say it.” You smirked and nodded your head as you saw Wanda heading for the door “Wanda wait there a second I wanna give you something.” She turned around and raised an eyebrow at you as you ran off to a room into the house.

You came back with your hands behind your back as you walked over and gave her a chaste kiss and placed the underwear you were wearing into her hand and whispered in her ear “enjoy and have fun Ms Maximoff.” and nipped at her ear as you stared at her she looked at her hand flustered and swallowed dryly shoving her hand with the underwear into her jacket pocket and nodded as you walked her out the door “Nice to see you again Ms Y/LN.” she exclaimed so the neighbours wouldn’t get suspicious, you shook your head and smirked you looked at her as you saw her get into her car and drive home.

As you both were at home that night in your rooms you both realised something. This wasn’t just a one-time thing.

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Kyle was freaking the fuck out.

How could he have been so careless?

He should've planned better.

...But it's not not like he planned for it to happen...I mean it was a spur of the moment kind of thing.

No.

No excuses.

He fucked up.

All his plans for the future completely down the drain. He wasn't even 18 yet for goodness sake! It was still two months until he was supposed to become an adult!

He should write his will now.

Because his mother was going to kill him before he could make it that far.

"K-Kyle?" You grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and he snapped his head towards you. He was so lost in his mind that he forgot you were there.

He instantly felt guilty for ignoring you when he saw the tears streaming down your face. He should have considered how you were feeling. You were probably more terrified than he was.

The 3 white sticks were still in your hand. All were reading positive. You were shaking and clenching onto his jacket.

"A-are you going to leave me?"

He blinked.

"What?"

"I-I mean, we were just talking about all of our plans for the future a-and now all of that is going to change. You got a scholarship to Harvard for fuck's sake! Y-you can't go to Harvard with a b-b-baby!" You dropped the sticks and clenched onto his jacket with both your hands as his eyes widened. "I don't know what to do!!!"

"(Y/N)..."

"I-I can't do this alone!" You were sobbing.

"(Y/N)."

"O-Our parents are gonna kill us!" You were starting to hyperventilate.

"(Y/N)!"

"P-please don't leave me!" You looked like you were going to pass out.

"(Y/N)!!!" He had to yell your name as he grabbed your shoulders to steady you. You flinched back as the volume of his voice. He felt bad for having to scare you, but he had to calm you down. "Breathe, Sweetheart. You need to breathe."

He pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back. He shooshed you and swayed back and forth to calm you down. You were sobbing and hiccuping into his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and rubbed your scalp.

"I'm not going to leave you, Sweetheart...Why would you think that? I'm not that irresponsible."

"B-Because you're always t-talking about h-how you're g-going to be successful and put your all into school s-so you can get a g-good job a-and that nothing i-is going to distract you from your g-goal. B-but a b-b-baby i-is a really big distraction and we were already talking about b-breaking up because of the distance and and-"

"Ssshhh. Hey. What did I say about breathing?" He had to cut you off because you started hyperventilating again. "I'm not going to leave you. Yes, this does change a lot of things, but I'm not going to abandon you. Okay? Im scared too, but we will work this out together."

Is he still terrified?

Usually, you're the one who calms him down. I mean, he still has major anger issues and you're the only one that can stop him from blowing up.

But now, he is the one consoling you.

Absolutely.

He is freaking out as much as you are, but he needs to be strong for you.

Yes, you two were considering breaking up because your goals were just too different.

Make no mistake, he didn't want to break up. He loved you so much it hurt. But a long distance relationship took a lot of work. Plus, with school, homework, and the time distance; it only made it even more challenging.

That's why as the days edged closer to graduation and leaving for college, you had planned to spread as much time together as possible.

It's what also lead to this outcome...

Yet, he would never regret that night.

You were so beautiful in your dress. It was the Winter Festival right before Christmas break. He wasn't a dancer, but he couldn't say no to you. He held you so close as you swayed back and forth. You laughter, your smile, the way your eyes glimmered in happiness...It was all ingrained into his mind.

You both had managed to sneak away from everybody else. You didn't plan to have sex. You just wanted a moment to yourselves.

It was a beautiful night. He took you out for a drive in your car and parked at the cliff that over looked the town.

Your Uncle Jimbo gifted you his red pick-up truck after you got your license. It was in the back of the truck where you two lay. You lined the back with blankets and pillows. You were curled up next to him, tracing circles on his chest while you two talked about anything and everything all at once.

The winter air wasn't too cold for once and the heat between your bodies as well as the blankets and heater near your feet kept you warm. The ground had about an inch or two of the snow and the sky was clear. You counted the stars and admired the full moon.

The day that you would have to part was drawing nearer and it hurt. He savored every bit of that night.

He gently grabbed your chin guiding you into a kiss. He had put every ounce of love and admiration into a passionate kiss. Every word that was left unspoken between you two was poured into that kiss.

He was just so in love with you and you loved him equally as much. The kiss grew more heated in the moment. His hands gripped your waist so tightly as he readjusted his position so he was over you. He took your hands in his and held them on either side of your head.

Your tongues danced in unison and he deepened the kiss. Your breath mingled with his. His right hand tangled itself in your hair and readjusted your head back so he could leave kisses on you neck.

The moment you moaned as he sucked a sensitive part of your neck, all rational flew out the window.

Despite dating for three years, you two had never had sex before. It's not that he didn't want to, it was just that he wanted to respect you and not take advantage of you.

That, and your brother would kill him if he found out...

But the sound of your moans and the way your beauty glowed in the moonlight, had him hooked.

He didn't think about the consequences of putting it in without a condom. He didn't think about the fact that your family would kill him for taking your innocence away.

All that was on his mind was the way you made him feel and what he wanted to do to you. He hadn't even left the town yet and he already knew how much he would miss you and how much it would hurt. He wanted every piece of you before he left.

So, he stole your virginity and gave you his in return.

And it felt, oh so good.

Even in this moment, knowing that it resulted in you pregnancy, he still couldn't bring himself to regret it.

Did he wish he used a condom?

Yeah...Yeah.

But what's done is done.

The next step is getting past it and figuring out what to do.

He had moved you over to the couch and cradled you. He pressed kisses into you head as he calmed you down.

Despite the fear, he also felt a bit...relieved?

Not that he wanted to have a baby this early... But this means that he had an exucse to keep you by his side forever.

Now that you were tied to him forever, he didn't need to feel jealous thoughts of another man claiming you as his own. Now you would be forever his.

He held you tighter.

Whenever he thought about the future, he always imagined you there with him. He dreamt of marrying you one day. Now, thanks to this, it may actually happen.

Did he sound a bit possessive?

Maybe.

But he really, really loved you.

You had finally calmed down a bit and wiped your face. He passed you the tissue box on the side table and you wiped away all your snot and tears.

Kyle was glad that his parents and little brother weren't home right now. It allowed you both to have a moment to take in everything.

"I-I don't have a clue on what we are supposed to do." You stated in between sniffles.

"...Me neither, but we'll figure it out." He paused before releasing one of his worries. "Y-You're not thinking of getting rid of it...are you?" You pulled away from him in shock.

"What?! No! Of course not!" Your face morphed into hurt. "A-Are you saying you want me to?!"

"No! Of course I don't! I just wanted to make sure you didn't either!" He breathed a sigh of relief.

A moment of silence passed between you too. You head lay on his shoulder and you sat on his lap. Your legs wrapped around his back and your arms draped around his neck. You clung onto him like a koala, but he didn't mind. He just rubbed Circles on your back.

The silence wasn't awkward or bad. It was just a moment of really taking in the news and figuring out what to do next.

He sighed in frustration and buried his face in your neck, pestering small kisses here and there. The Winter Festival was held December 19th. Today was March 26 sooo, you were about nine weeks.

You didn't have to tell everyone right away. Just keep it a secret til you had a more concrete plan.

Yeah.

Plus...You both needed to prepare yourself for the wrath of you parents...

He wondered how Stan would react.

...

And Shelly too...

Oh shit!

Stan was going to fucking kill him.

He didn't know which one he was more terrified of.

You were the youngest twin and Stan and Shelly had always been overprotective over you. He didn't want to imagine the anger they would feel from the news.

He needs to prepare for that too...

A month had passed since you told him the news. By now you both had formed a more solid plan. Luckily for him, Harvard was offering virtual classes.

As for you, you were planning to attend a nearby community college that allowed you to get your bachelor's in (job).

He had applied for a job at a nearby warehouse that payed $16.23 per hour which was pretty decent. He had lucked out.

You were a very artsy person, so you created crafts, paintings, sewed some easy outfits, along with pillows and toys, etc. Your friends really helped spread the word and a lot of people had begun to requests items.

The most money you received from one item was a large, colorful painting that was sold at $80. The average prices for things you sold were between $10-$50 depending on what the customer wants.

Honestly, you were raining in some cash. And he was relieved that it wasn't hazardous to your health. He doesn't know what he'd do if you got a job at a restaurant or fast food place. (He had to talk you out of it because he insisted that you would be overworked. Plus what if you slipped on a stray piece of food and got hurt)?

Kyle was very doting on you. He always made sure you were okay and taking care of yourself. If you craved something at 1 A.M. he would literally drive to the 24 hour to buy it for you. He made sure you were eating a lot of fruits and veges and taking your vitamins. He literally had a whole ass meal plan and notes of what was okay to eat and what wasn't.

Always put reminders on his phone for your appointments so you could go together. The first ultrasound was a...ride to say the least. When the doctor said you were having twins, he nearly passed out.

Thinking back, he probably should have expected it. Twins ran in your family. Hell, you were a twin.

So far no one suspected anything. Stan was curious as to why Kyle was being more protective than usual, but shrugged it off thinking it was because he was going to leave soon.

Today was the day you would announce your pregnancy to the family. You did your research, came up with a gameplan, and had started saving money.

You both were really nervous.

Your family does monthly game nights and tonight Kyle's family would be joining.

You decided to tell them then since everyone would be together.

Can wait to see this shitshow...

You held the UNO cards in your hand, looking between your father and brother with an annoyed look. They were going back and forth saying that the other was cheating.

"How many UNO draw cards do you have!? I have 28 cards now, Stan! 28!!!" You dad shook the cards to emphasize. "There is no way there is that much draw cards! At least pull out an UNO reverse card and use those draw cards on Kyle!" Stan rolled his eyes.

"Dad. It's just a game. Relax. Besides I'm pretty sure we used all the reverse cards." Stan gestured to the pile of used cards.

You tuned them out and whisper-yelled in Kyle's ear.

"They do this every month! Every. Single. Time." Kyle tilted his head to you.

"Game nights get pretty intense, huh? Knowing your dad, it's not surprising..."

You huffed in frustration and pinched the bridge of your nose.

   Neither of you have been able to get a word in to reveal the news and you were getting more annoyed by the hour.

   It's not that you were looking forward to their reactions. Which you definitely were not.

   It's just that you both wanted to finally get it off your chests and get it over with. Plus, with your raging hormones, your mood swings were terrible. It didn't help that the nausea and vomiting still haven't gone away and you were constantly going to the bathroom multiple times a day.

   Seriously, how long was this going to take?

   "A lion! Rain! Dancer!" Ike was shouting excitedly.

   "Ballerina!?" Mrs. Shelia was confused.

   "Uh, waves?" And Kyle was just over it.

   You were now playing Charades and Mr. Gerald was trying to demonstrate an octopus.

   He wasn't doing so good.

   Your families had split up into two teams. Since you were the odd one out, you offered to be score keeper as well as the one to assign what the families had to guess. You didn't feel like moving around too much.

   It had been two hours and this was the last game.

   You still hadn't told the news.

   Despite the minor arguing and extreme competitiveness, it was actually pretty fun.

   Watching Mr. Gerald try and demonstrate an octopus was quite entertaining and you laughed a few times.

Then an idea sprung up.

If you couldn't get a word in...Maybe you could act it.

You scribbled a message on the board before crossing your hands into a T.

"Time out! I want to play now. Kyle, take the board and scribble something I can act."

Kyle rose an eyebrow at you before getting up and taking the clipboard. "Okay." He looked down about to erase the board, but paused as he read the message. He gave you a deadpan look before shrugging and following the instructions you wrote.

He pretended to write and showed you the board. You took a moment to cross you arms in thought and nodded. (You had to make it seem you were thinking).

"Okay. This one is a 2 word sentence. Timer starts now." Kyle informed your team and flipped the hourglass upside down.

Immediately, you started to point at yourself.

"Chest!" Randy abruptly shouted.

You shook your head. You patted your chest.

"Heart?" Stan guessed. Again you shook your head. You raised both hands to point at yourself in a downwards motion.

"You!" Sharon snap her finger. You nodded while twirling your hand to convey to build upon the word.

"You're." Shelly hit it right on the head. Growing up, you two had gotten used to using hand motions at each other. When you'd help each other sneak out of the house without your parents knowing.

You clapped and nodded excessively. Halfway there. Kyle, knowing how your father is, had already moved farther from the group and closer to the bathroom. He had to make a quick break so he could lock himself in there so he'd live to see another day. Hopefully.

You then patted your stomach.

"You're hungry." Stan started. You shook your head. Then your stomach growled. You blushed.

"Okay well I'm still right. I don't know how you're still hungry though. We just ate." Stan joked. You gave him an annoyed look and shushed him. You tried patting your stomach again.

"Your stomach hurts!"

"Randy that's three words..."Sharon rolled her eyes before taking her guess. "You're full?"

You shook your head once again. You then hugged your stomach.

"You're cramping." Shelley mused.

You shook your head more. You hummed before taking your arms and made it seem like you were cradling something back and forth.

You're family just looked at you blankly.

"Oh my- I thought my dad was the worst at this, but you're really toping the cake, (Y/N)." Kyle shook his head while laughing.

"Hey! I wasn't that bad!" Gerald pouted to himself.

"Bubby. Why are you all the way over there?"

"Yeah Dude, you can some closer." Stan gave him a confused look.

"I'm taking precautions."

"Precautions for what?" Ike questioned his brother.

"Nevermind him! We just need one more point to win! (Y/N)! Hurry up!"

You huffed. Luckily, during their bickering, you got an idea on how to better convey you pregnancy. You cupped a circle from the top of your abdomen to the bottem to demonstrate a large belly.

"You're fat!" Stan pointed at you. You glared at Stan.

"Don't look at me like that! You're portraying a big belly, what else could it be?!"

"Pregnant! You're pregnant!" Sharon jumped up and pointed.

"Yes! That's right! I'm pregnant." The hourglass emptied signifying your family's win.

Kyle was now holding the handle of the open bathroom door, watching.

"Hot damn! We won. The answer was she's pregnant. The Marsh's win again!" Randy fist bumped the air.

Then...silence...

.

.

.

"Wait...What?"

Everyone in the room whipped their heads towards you, damn near breaking their necks in the process.

You stood there was a nervous smile, holding up the pregnancy tests and ultrasound pictures up for all to see.

"Sssuuupriiissse???..."

Sharon, being the closest to you snatched the pictures immediately.

"These...these are real. You'reactually pregnant!? And...with TWINS!!!" She snapped her head in shock and disbelief with a hint of anger.

"Whatwhatwhat!!!" Sheila screeched.

All heads then turned to Kyle who stood one foot in the door like a deer in headlights.

"Ooohhh. That's what you meant by precautions." Ike figured out.

Stan was the first one jump up and stomp menacingly towards Kyle..

"Kyle what the fuck!?!?!?" Kyle dashed into the bathroom and locked it. Despite Stan getting up first, Randy was the one immediately knocking at the door, pissed up.

"You got my daughter pregnant?!?!?! How dare you touch my little girl!!!"

"Dad! I'm 17! I'm not little anymore!"

"Oh, so you're old enough to get pregnant?! (Y/N), this completely irresponsible! What were you thinking!?!?!? What about college and you're future?!?!?!" Sharon took a step to you and you stepped back.

"I'm pregnant! You can't hit a pregnant woman. You wouldn't harm a baby, would you?"

She scoffed, knowing you were right, but still too pissed and wanting to smack you upside the head.

"Get out of there, you turd! Face us and get your ass beat like a man!" Shelley roared.

"I cannot believe this?! Out of all the people in the town, my son was the first one to become a father! Kyle, I did not raise you like this!"

"Your mother is right, Kyle! I know you two are getting older and it was bound to happen, but you could've at least used protection or birth control or at least pull out!!!" Gerald swiped his hand over his face in exasperation.

"No no no. Abstinence!!! My little girl shouldn't ever be touched by any man at all!!!"

"Oh come one, Randy. That's a bit unrealistic. They are turning 18 soon. It was going to happen someday..."

"Mind you're damn business, Gerald! It was probably your son who corrupted her innocent little mind and forced her into it!"

"What?!?!?! I would never do that!!!" Kyle screeched from behind the door.

"Whoa!!! Dad, no, that is not what happened! It was consensual!!! Geez, why would you say that?!"

"Excuse me!!!" Shelia blanched.

"Hey, that is WAY off line, Randy! Who the hell do you think you are to say that. You're daughter is probably the one who seduced him and threw herself at him!!!"

"Throw herself at him?! (Y/N) would never!" Sharon stood in front of you.

"Now who's the one way off line, Gerald? My daughter is too innocent to be like that!"

"Innocent enough to get pregnant?"

"That's it!"

"Hold on! Can't we be civilized about this?!" You tried to intervene, but it fell of dead ears.

"How could you do this, Kyle?! I thought you were my best friend!"

"I am your best friend! It just happened in the spur of the moment. We didn't plan it!"

"Oh please. You were probably waiting for it to happen and took the opportunity to finally do all the perverted things you wanted to her!" Shelley spat at him.

"What? No! What kind of person do you take me for?!"

Soon everyone in the room was yelling over each other trying to out scream the other. You were trying to get everyone to calm down, Kyle was trying to explain that he wasn't a pervert, both of your parents were now fighting each other, and Stan and Shelley were trying to break down the door to kick Kyle's ass.

You were sure the neighbors could hear the commotion and by tomorrow the whole town would know your business.

Your hormones starting taking over and your anxiety took hold of you.

'I'm an idiot! Why did I think of making a game out of this. I ruined everything. This is all my fault! Now Kyle's going to be hated by my family and his family is going to hate me! I'm so stupid. What if they forbid me from ever seeing him again? What if I have to raise the twins by myself? Oh goodness...what if they make me get rid of them?'

You back away from everyone covering your ears trying to fight the tears.

Your thoughts were clouding your judgment and making you start to hyperventilate. You shook and fell to your knees curling into a ball.

'I-I can't do that...I'd never be able to live with myself. What if when I say no, they kick me out of the house? Would they do that? I disappointed them...And Kyle's parents are disappointed in him too. What if we both get kicked out?! What would we do then?!"

You shut your eyes and tried to tune them out. But they were too loud. The voices mingled together into one noise to where you could no longer distinguish who was saying what.

Just as you started to get dizzy, someone removed your hands over your ears and replaced them with headphones.

Suddenly, the yelling stopped. All you could here was calming classical music drowning out everything else.

You slowly looked up to see Ike giving you a worried look. You hadn't realized, he was the only one who didn't get involved in the fight.

Instead, he comforted you and wiped your tears. He smiled awkwardly at you, silently telling you it was okay.

The music and Ike's calming back rubs eased your form. Soon, your breathing slowed and you no longer felt the need to puke.

At least Ike still liked you. Ike had always viewed you as an older sister. In times where Kyle wasn't around and he really needed someone, you were there. When he was being bullied at the park by 6th graders, you were there to kick the crap out of them and scared them off. You supported him just as much as Kyle did. Sometimes, you even helped him when he got in trouble with his parents and stepped in with an alibi about why he had gotten home late.

That's why the pre-teen decided he would support you both now. Because you were always there to back him up. It was his turn to stand up to protect you.

He handed you a tissue and you blew your nose. Once you were calmed enough and your tears were dry he helped you up and sat you down on the couch.

"Thank you, Ike." You sniffed. " You're a great kid." He smiled at you.

"Well, I wouldn't want anything to happen to my big sister and niece/nephew. You are my family, afterall." He stated as a matter of fact.

You shot him a grateful smile. You went to take off the headphones, but he stopped you.

"You might want to keep the headphones on." You tilted your head at him in confusion.

Then, Ike pulled out an airhorn out from his pocket.

What the-Where'd he pull that out from?

{Ike: I materialized it out of thin air thanks to the convenience of fanfiction.

Serenity: Damn it, Ike! Stop breaking the 4th Wall!!!}

Ignoring author-chan, Ike covered his ears as his blow the airhorn.

The loud, awful sound silenced all people in the room as they held their ears in pain.

"Enough!!! Can't you see you're stressing them out?! (Y/N) and Kyle are already stressed as it is. All this fighting isn't going to help anyone. Yeah, they made a mistake. Nothing is going to change the fact that they are having a baby. Or two. So the least we could do its figure out what to do next and support them in any way we can. So why don't we all stop yelling and insulting each other and figure this out?"

"Figure what out!? Kyle-" Ike blew the horn again to inturrupt Stan.

"Oh come on! He-" He blew it again when Randy yelled.

"Ike! You put that-" He blew it again at Shelia.

"You'd better stop-" He inturrupted Gerald.

"Anytime someone yells or begins to argue I'm blowing the horn. Let's all sit down like civilized people and talk this out rationally."

"Rationally?! Why I ought to-" There goes the horn again towards Shelley.

"Will you please stop?!" Sharon covered her ears in pain as she practically begged him.

"I will stop once everyone sits down and calms down." All the adults looked at the 12-year-old menacingly.

Ike proudly stood his ground without wavering in fear at the mean looks he was receiving.

Eventually, they all sat down after a few more honks.

You had to knock on the door and lead Kyle out. You walked in front of him with your arms spread out to protect him as you both sidestepped to the opposite side the room. Neither of you broke eye contact at the pack of wolves who were staring at the two of you like you were their next meal. Ike had to honk the horn a few more times because your dad, brother, and sister nearly pounced on him.

It was a slow process, but you were able to have a proper talk about the situation.

It was a long couple hours.

You and Kyle told your family about the new college plan, your new jobs, and how much money you had already saved.

They were pleased that your scholarships would not go to waste and that you both were already succeeding financially.

You family was impressed at your art skills and how much they had improved. Your father was already making plans on you using your skills to advertise Tegridy Farms™ and making brand made T-shirts. Everyone else in the room rolled their eyes except you who sparkled in excitement to do new projects and get your work out in the public more.

Like Father like Daughter...

After a long scolding from your parents, it was time to go. (You wouldn't let anyone leave until everyone apologized for all the awful things they said and to take them back. Luckily, it helped ease the tension and bad blood).

All in all, everything turned out somewhat okay. Things eventually went back to normal once everyone accepted the reality and forgave each other.

Just as you predicted, your nosy neighbors heard the ruckus and didn't hesitate to tell everyone and their mom about your pregnancy.

This totally pissed off you parents.

At school the next day, the other kids were giving you looks. You still hadn't known that they knew, so you, Kyle, and Stan were confused at all the attention.

Wendy and Cartman, surprisingly, ran up to you three together with Kenny and Bebe trailing behind.

"(Y/N)! Sweetie! Say it's not true!" Wendy gently grabbed your hands in desperation.

"It's not true obviously! Why would anyone want to do that with a Jew? Especially Kyle. Fucking gross man! We all know Kyle is paying (Y/N) to be with him. Don't worry, (Y/n). We know the truth. You're safe, you don't have to pretend anymore."

"Shut the fuck up, Fatass! Nobody's paying anybody. And what are you both even talking about?!" Kyle pushed Cartman off him.

"Mmph mmm Hmm! (Dude, it's all over the school! People are saying (Y/N)'s pregnant!)" Kenny's muffled words had you widening your eyes.

"Is it true, girl? Did you finally lose your innocence? Without telling me? Girl, if you had asked for advice I would've given you a condom!!! Its Sex-Ed 101!!!" Your shocked face quickly morphed into annoyance at Bebe's spiel.

"Whoa whoa whoa!!! What the fuck?!?!?! We literally just found out last night. How did the whole town find out so quickly. Did you tell people before you told your own families?!" Stan glared at the two of you.

"No!!! I didn't tell anyone besides our families! I swear! You guys were the first we told! Unless-"

"I didn't tell anyone else either!!! How the fuck does everyone know?!" Kyle inturrupted you to yell his response.

"O.M.G. It is true!!! Kyle you sly dog!!! Knocking her up so she couldn't leave you. How scandalous!!!" Bebe was way too excited about this new revelation.

"Damn Kyle. You finally let the possessiveness out, huh? Just couldn't let that sweet ass go, huh? You sly son of a bitch." Kenny took off his hood to poke fun at Kyle. He was joking of course. Unlike the others, he knew you two had sex and wasn't suprised . (He was bringing his own date to do the exact same thing, but quickly figured out the spot was taken).

"That is not what I did!" Kyle blushed bright red, ignoring the fact that he did think that thought in the beginning, and Stan gagged.

"Oh, (Y/N)...You poor thing. Kyle, I expected more out of you! How could you?!" Wendy hugged you protectively.

Cartman stepped back in shock when you confirmed the truth. It wasn't until Wendy spoke that he snapped back to reality.

"No...It can't be. NOOO!!!" Cartman dramatically fell to the ground. "We can't have more Jersey Ginger Jews in this town. You sick bastard, Kyle! How dare you take advantage of such an innocent soul! This is it, isn't it?! You're master plan to take over the Skool, no the entire United States!!! You'll force everyone to bow down to you. You're going to force everyone to become dirty Jews and dye their hair red!"

Cartman pushed Wendy out of the way and roughly grabbed your shoulders, scaring the shit out of you. "It's okay, (Y/N)!!! We will save you. The abortion clinic is right down the street, we'll take you there right now and you can have those demons removed out of you."

"Ex-fucking-scuse me?!?!?!" Now you weren't one to curse and get pissed, but Eric calling your children 'demons' and talking about abortion pissed you the fuck off.

"Get the fuck away from her, asshole!!! We already decided we are keeping the twins!!!" Kyle punched Cartman out of the way towards Wendy who punched him again for pushing her and his abortion comment "And why is everyone suggesting this is all my fault and making me the bad guy?!?!?!"

"T-T-Twins???" Cartman's face was bruised from the punches, but it seems the twins comment hit him harder. "They're spreading!!!" Cartman made a huge scene in the hallway flailing his arms. You hid behind a seething Kyle in embarrassment. "Everybody run!!! Save yoursleves!!! They are going to destroy us all!!!"

Poor Butters, who was innocently walking to class, was pulled by the collar and shaken about by Cartman.

"Butters, oh, Butters!!! It's just as I told you before. The Jews. The Jews are taking over. Nowhere is safe!"

"O-oh geez!!!" Now Butters was terrified and panicked. With Cartman's influence, he was probably going to do something crazy and stupid alongside Cartman.

...Can't wait to see this shitshow.

Your pregnancy was the talk of the school. People, who had nothing better to do, talked all about it. Craig's gang come up to confront you guys about it and were shocked at the news. However, compared to your gang, they took it a lot better and even congratulated you both.

It was a nice, refreshing, and normal interaction and you were grateful for it. So that's why you and Kyle (and later Kenny) sat with Craig's gang that lunch period. Away from angry brothers and over-the-top drama kings/queens.

The worst part was when at last period, PC Principle called a suprise assembly. The assembly was all about teen pregnancy and how we should respect and support young mothers. And if they didn't they would, in PC Principle's words, "Get their privilege checked with an asskicking!"

It was super embarrassing. I mean, at least people were more accepting now, so it wasn't completely pointless.

No. What was pointless. Was when PC Principle and Vice Principal Strong Woman pulled you both into their office to talk about teen pregnancy and what to expect.

They reiterated everything your parents and the pregnancy books already told you...

It was an eventful day to say the least.

As the months passed, the chitter chatter died down and graduation came and went.

Your mothers' were even more doting than Kyle was. Strict diet, excersie, and teachings everyday. It was tedious and stressful, yet at the same time you were pampered and spoiled so it wasn't completely awful.

Kyle's family still adored you and were already calling you their daughter-in-law. It was either Kyle or Ike who would have to pull you away from them so they wouldn't smother you with love too much. Not that you minded. Shelia made the best sweets.

You're mother was obsessed with baby clothing and decorated the spare bedroom into a baby's room. Your father on the other hand, wasn't exactly thrilled at the fact his precious little girl was growing up. It took some time until Kyle was able to be In his sights without Randy wanting to strangle him.

Stan and Shelley were even more protective of you now. Surprisingly, it was Shelley who came around to being nice to Kyle first. Shelley and you had some quality sister time and she decided to fully support you and Kyle. Afterall, she knew that if the roles had been switched, you'd have her back. But if he hurt you, she'd kill him and bury his corspe 6ft under. Stan, on the other hand, was still pretty pissed. He felt like Kyle betrayed him. How could Kyle lie to him and take advantage of his own twin? You and Kenny literally dragged him by the ears to get him to talk to Kyle. Stan, eventually, forgave Kyle and things went back to normal.

...Except the fact that Cartman deliberately tried to convince you to get an abortion/try to stage an "accident" where you "unfortunately" lost the twins. To the point where, you couldn't be left alone with him and were now guarded by your gang, the girls, and even Craig's gang stood watch over you. (Come on...It's Cartman. We all know he'd do something like this). He eventually gave up (at least you hoped so) and would now just make snide comments that would piss Kyle off and resulted in a lot of fights.

Wendy, Bebe, Red, Nicole, and Heidi were the most supportive girl group ever. While the last three were shocked at the news, their opinions of you didn't change. They still loved you and had your back. Especially when Cartman or anyone else tried to talk bad.

And then the day finally came.

As you lay on the hospital bed sweating, screaming, and crying in pain; Kyle held your hand through it all. He may have almost passed out a few times, but he stayed strong for those 27 hours of labor.

Your son was born first, then your daughter followed 10 minutes later.

(S/N) and (D/N) Broflovski.

All of the fears, anxiety, and uncertainty Kyle had vanished as soon as he held them in his arms. It wasn't until this moment that he understood why parent's cried after seeing their kids for the first time. They were beautiful and precious and...his.

As he watched your tired frame cradle them in both arms, he felt nothing but love and adoration. He was going to do all he could to protect and care for his family.

And when you both turned 18, he was going to marry you and spend the rest of his days with the woman who blessed his life.

~Fin~

[cjsinkythoughts]

In Need of a Breath

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4007

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo, Feelings, Another PTSD Flashback

A/N: So…Part 4 is going to have a couple parts to it. Maybe even three. I didn’t even make it half way through the episode on this one, mainly because I really wanted to fit in the Reader’s backstory and I wanted her and Sam to have a heart-to-heart again. I’m suuuuper tired, so I probably won’t be posting the next part for another few hours (it’s 5 am right now and I haven’t slept), BUT it’s my day off work and I won’t be doing anything I planned because my grandmother had a stroke a couple days ago so plans have changed and I’m staying in to help her, meaning I’ll mostly be writing all day. 

This Part is kind of a mix between off-screen and shot-by-shots, but it’s mostly off screen/what’s going on inside Reader’s head.

I’m really excited about future parts and the characters that are being introduced! I will say that after these parts, I will be doing one shots of previous MCU movies with the Reader, due to the information that is being given about the Reader now. You kind of see more of how she was affected/how she affected the previous MCU movies and what she was doing during that time.

Like always, this hasn’t been beta’d, again it’s SUPER early in the morning, and I’m really tired, so please excuse any mistakes! I hope you guys enjoy this part! Stay tuned for more to come later today!

FATWS MASTERLIST

cjsinkythoughts MASTERLIST

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

“You know…I’m really starting to regret saying yes to this.” You huffed out, craning your neck and squinting your eyes against the sun as you stare at the facility in front of you, hating the skin-crawling feeling of being back.

“Would you relax? Whenever you’re nervous, I get nervous, and I don’t wanna be nervous about this.” Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“Do either of you have a better plan?” Bucky grumbled, crossing his arms.

Gnawing on your lips, you finally take the lead and breathe out, “alright. Let’s go then.” You could feel the hesitance from your - what were they? Partners? Coworkers? Teammates? - the fellas before they started after you.

There was a sick twist in your gut as you entered the building, going through the lobby and security.

You had been there.

You had been there when Zemo impersonated Bucky. You had been there when Zemo unleashed the Winter Soldier at the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre Building in Berlin. You had been there during the battle at the airport. You had been there when Zemo turned Tony and Steve against each other in Siberia. You had been there when Zemo tore the Avengers from the inside out. Your family. The only family you’d ever known.

But you’d always been good about pushing your personal feelings aside for the sake of the mission. It’s what you’d been born to do. All you ever knew.

“Hey. Doll. You hear me?”

“Hmm. What?” You looked up from the ground to look into those enchanting blue oceans Bucky had for eyes, staring worriedly down at you, eyebrows pinched and forehead creased.

“I’m going in alone.” You frowned, opening your mouth to argue, but he shook his head. “Sam already agreed-”

“I didn’t necessarily agree-”

“You’re an Avenger, sweetheart.” Bucky tilted his head, speaking softly, those eyes of his worried. Worried for you. It made your stomach flip. “And you were there in Siberia, and that almost makes it worse. Especially considering you went after him. Just…just let me do this, okay?”

You cracked your knuckles nervously as you thought. It was a terrible idea. But it was an idea. And it was all they had. “Okay.” You finally relented, shrugging as your hands hit your thighs and slid up to your hips. “But don’t do anything stupid.”

“Steve took all that with him.”

Knowing about their little inside joke, you scoffed. “Sure he did. Go before I change my mind.”

You watched him walk down the hallway, hands fidgeting with excess nerves. “I think you’re the only one he actually seeks approval from.”

“Good thing I’m so lenient then, huh?” You joked, turning to Sam with a strained smile. Your smile slipped at the curious expression on Sam’s face, his eyes darting to each of your features. “What?”

“Are you doing okay?”

You groaned, throwing your head back. You thought you got out of talking about your feelings back in Baltimore. “Oh my God, Sam-”

“I’m serious. You…you just don’t seem like yourself.”

You shook your head, looking down the hall to where Bucky disappeared before turning back to him. It was weird to have a self that people recognized. Your whole life you’d been searching for it and when you finally found it…everything went to shit. “Honestly, Sammy, the only time I’ve ever felt like myself was with the team. Zemo took that away from me and now we’re here, practically begging him for help.”

Sam hummed, leaning against the wall. “Have you thought of taking a break?”

“What?”

“A break.” At your bewildered look, he rolled his eyes. “Cher, this time last year most of us were dead. This time a few months ago you found out about Wanda. This time last week you were out looking for her. Maybe you should just stop and take a breather.”

Shoving your hands in your pocket and looking at the floor, you couldn’t help but snort at his advice. “I haven’t taken a breather since I was eighteen.”

He clicked his tongue. “That’s my point. FBI academy as soon as you graduated. SHIELD recruit by 21, undercover operations leader by 24? Slow down. You’re in your thirties. Next thing you know, you’re gonna be ninety something, lying on your deathbed, wishing you had stopped to smell the roses.”

“If I live to be ninety, shoot me.” He chuckled in amusement. “I’m so fucking serious, Sam. I will not be put in an old folks home to play Bingo and be pushed around in a wheelchair. It ain’t happening.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” There was that infectious smile, which you unconsciously grinned back at. “Y/N…I’m serious. You’ve been in and out of missions since you were a teenager. What’s the shortest undercover operation you’ve done?”

“I dunno.”

He gave you an unimpressed look. “Yeah you do.”

Licking your lips, you turned away and shrugged. “A couple months. Seven weeks and three days, to be precise. September to October in 2012.”

“And the longest?”

“August 2007 to May 2009. Twenty one months.” 

Letting out a puff of air through his nose, Sam pushed himself off the wall and caught your chin between his fingers to make you look at him. “That’s nearly two years under cover. And I’m sure you went right back under after-”

“I was sitting at a desk for four months doing paperwork on it.” You defended yourself.

He shook his head, brows knitting together, lips drawn down. “You say that as if four months is enough time.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Sammy. I’m out. I’ve been out since Ultron and Sokovia. I haven’t been under in almost a decade-”

“A decade half the world was dead for half of-”

“I wasn’t!”

“I never said you were.” Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. You were always amazed at his ability to keep his emotions in check. To stay cool under pressure. Sometimes you forgot how experienced he was with dealing with other people’s trauma. It was no wonder why Steve thought he’d be good for Bucky. “Listen. All I’m saying is once this is done…don’t go diving back into searching for Wanda. Don’t go running to the kid every time he calls - and I know you’ve been doing that-”

“It’s just been homework and stuff-”

“Y/N.” You stopped, biting your lip at the stern look he gave you. “Go home. Order take out. Binge watch TV. Go for a jog through the park. Actually meet your neighbors. Go grocery shopping. Just…live. If only for a couple weeks. Don’t worry about anyone else. Don’t pick up the phone, don’t drop everything because someone needs you. You need you.”

“I-I…” You shook your head, looking at him, sincerely apologetic. “I can’t. I wish I could. But I can’t. I’ve never had one normal day in my life. I’ve never had someone to care for, never had someone to care for me. I can’t let people I’ve come to…I can’t let them think I don’t care. I don’t even know where I’d go.”

“Whaddya mean?”

You winced, not thrilled for his reaction to your next statement. “I, uh, I sold my apartment in D.C.”

He gaped at you in complete disbelief. “You got it in December!”

“I know, I know. I liked it. I really did, but…I dunno. Nomadic life has always suited me better. It’s what I grew up with.”

He took a breath, making you cringe again. You don’t think you’ve ever legitimately gotten on his nerves like this before. “Have you ever thought that, instead of going with the flow and jumping place to place, putting down roots might actually help?” He cut you off before you could say anything, holding up a finger to stop you from talking. “I can’t imagine going from foster home to foster home like you did. I can’t imagine not having a home for as long as you can remember. Louisiana’s my home. Always has, always will be. But I understand your life has been anything but stable. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why you need some stability.”

You clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. “The Avengers were my stability. Steve was my stability.”

“Because you loved him.”

“I’m not doing this with you again.” You turned to walk down to the lobby to wait for Bucky there, but Sam caught your arm.

“You were in love with him! It’s okay! You two were super close! No one would blame you! Why won’t you just admit it? I’m trying to understand! Why won’t you-”

You tugged your arm away, finally snapping at him. “Because he could never be mine, Wilson! Is that what you wanna hear?!” Sam took a step back at your exclamation. You closed your eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat and pushing down the tears. “He could preach all he wanted about moving forwards, Sammy, but we all knew he was stuck in the past. He visited the museum every Thursday because her interview showed in his exhibit on Thursdays. He carried around that broken compass because her picture was in it.” You looked back up at him sadly, shrugging. “And I get it; it’s hard to move past your first love. I get it because…that’s what he was to me.”

There was a silence that blanketed the hallway, before he spoke up hesitantly. “What about Bucky?”

“I thought - I thought I was projecting my feelings for Steve onto him because I knew Steve couldn’t ever…”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You thought? What do you think now?”

You cleared your throat. “I’m still figuring that one out.”

“If you ever need to talk, I’ll be here.”

You chuckled, nodding slightly towards him. “Back atcha. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you not being yourself lately, either.”

“It’s…a tough topic.”

You nodded in understanding. “Just know that I’ll support every decision you make as long as you think it’s the right one. Because I trust you. Steve trusted you. It’s all we can do to try to do what’s right. That’s what makes you a good man, Sammy. He gave you that shield for a reason, and if you think what you did was right…I’ll stand by it.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, calming down in each other’s presences and taking comfort knowing you’d be there for each other through thick and thin. “Thank you, cher.”

“Of course, Sammy. Now let’s go see what’s taking the old grump so long.”

He laughed at that, nodding in agreement, taking your offered hand and squeezing it as you made your way down the hall.

****************

“What?”

Bucky eyed you as you spluttered, coughing on the water you were drinking. “Please don’t choke, doll.”

“Break him out of jail?!” You repeated his words and blinked at him, absolutely baffled by his plan. “Oh my God.” You groaned as Bucky and Sam started arguing, moving your flashlight around the room. “Where the hell are we?” There was no response as they kept going back and forth.

“Zemo’s gonna mess with our minds! Especially yours! No offense.”

“Heelllloooo!” You tried again. “Where the hell are we?!”

Bucky turned on the lights, giving Sam a look. “Offense.” Glancing at you he quirked an eyebrow. “Stop worrying your pretty lil’ head, sweetheart. You trust me, dontcha?” Your breath hitched at his words. You quickly recovered, huffing and pouting - although you’d deny ever pouting - and crossing your arms. You stood between the guys like that, eyes darting to whoever was speaking, waiting for them to stop so you could actually think.

“Look. Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?”

You and Sam exchanged glances. “What did you do?”

“I…didn’t do…anything.” Bucky shrugged.

“How is it that you, one of the most deadliest assassins basically ever, are one of the worst liars I know.” You tilted your head at him, an eyebrow quirking up in confusion.

“Shush it you. Just, okay. The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element.”

The more you listened to Bucky’s “hypothetical”, the stronger the gut feeling telling you this was a terrible terrible idea got. You brought your hands up to your head, eyes wide as he spoke.

“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this. This is unnatural.”

You couldn’t help but agree with Sam’s words, your head falling back and your eyes closing. “Sweet Jesus. Listen, God, I know we don’t talk much these days, but please, please don’t let this not be a hypothetical. I’m fucking begging you.”

A noise to your right made your head snap over. “Oh hell to the fucking no!” You shook your head as Zemo himself walked in, wearing a prison guards uniform. “Uh-uh! No way! Bucky, this was not part of the plan!”

“What did you do?!”

“We need him!”

“You’re going back to prison.”

“If I may-”

All three of you faced him, simultaneously shouting, “no!”

You held your face in your hands as your head dropped, shaking back and forth, your eyes squeezing shut, tuning them out for just a minute to think. Bucky had a point. The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that, and the Avengers were technically disbanded, which was Zemo’s whole objective in the first place, but…God. You were good at compartmentalizing, but not that much. You were willing to put your feelings aside for the mission so Bucky could talk to him. Not for you to work with him. But he had connections, you knew he did, and he had information…

“Doll?” You looked up, Bucky anxiously licking his lips as he met your gaze. “I need you to say something.”

You looked to Sam, who shrugged, gesturing to Zemo. “What do you think?”

What did you think? What did you think?! You thought that it was the worst idea in the history of ideas and you should turn back and find another way! But…you knew this was the fastest, probably most reliable way to get information that you needed.

Dammit, since when were you the deciding factor?

You sucked in a breath, looking over Sam’s shoulder at Zemo, who lifted his hand in greeting. You raised your eyes to the ceiling, pointing your finger accusingly. “This is why we stopped talking.” Gaze dropping to the still waiting fellas, you gnawed on your lip, before hissing out, “ffffine…” Running a hand through your hair, you threw your hands up as you shrugged. “Fine. Okay. Fine.”

“Okay.” Sam nodded, taking charge again.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Except, that was a lie. You could. You’d seen weirder. You’d experienced the impossible. Lived through the unbelievable. This…this was completely imaginable.

Which is why, with a lot of hesitation and very little confidence in this plan, you followed Zemo through the auto shop you were in until you reached a large room with a ton of different old cars.

Bucky’s hand found yours as Zemo explained what the plan was, rather vaguely, in your opinion, but at least he was explaining. Point for him. Not that it would make up for the level of distrust you held for him, but it was something.

You looked up at him, giving him a puzzling frown. He usually only grabbed your hand in front of other people when he was feeling anxious. Which, yeah, he had a right to be anxious right now, but it wasn’t the right kind. The type of anxiety caused by large crowds and loud noises, ones that startled him and threw him into a defensive mode.

But the look on his face made you squeeze his hand in reassurance. He was pouting, staring at you although he did something wrong - a puppy that tore up a pillow - and all you wanted to do was give him a hug.

“You’re mad at me.” He mumbled as the four of you headed out with Zemo in the lead.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. 

“Bucky, I’m not mad.”

“Listen, if I had a better idea I wouldn’t-”

You brought your linked hands up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his gloved knuckles. “I’m not mad.” You repeated more firmly. “It’s just…a lot for me, right now.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, Buck, I-I just…” You thought about your and Sam’s earlier conversation and suddenly understood what he meant. “I need to breathe for a second.”

His features twisted into ones of uncertainty, eyes squinting as you stepped outside. “Do you…do you wanna leave?”

You shook your head, tugging his arm to stop him and grabbing the sunglasses on his collar, slipping them over his eyes. “No. I just need some time to think. Hopefully the plane ride to wherever the hell we’re going will give me that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, James. I’m sure.”

He lowered the glasses on his nose to scan you over the frames, before nodding and sliding them back up. “Okay. You ready for this, then?”

“No.” You breathed, turning back to where Zemo and Sam were still walking. “Let’s do this.”

*****************

Climbing onto the private jet, you raised an eyebrow at Sam, who shrugged, giving you a bemused expression. A Baron…huh…who knew? You feel like you should’ve, yet there you were.

You sat besides Bucky, across from Zemo, crossing your legs and leaning back while staring at him through narrowed eyes.

His butler seemed nice, which made you even more suspicious. You obviously didn’t know as much about Zemo as you wanted to. It was a habit you picked up after years of undercover work; once the mission was complete, that was that. There was no looking back on it. No sitting on it. It was over and you moved onto the next one. It was a bad habit in cases like this.

The moment you spotted the notebook over Zemo’s book you knew something was going to happen, yet you still flinched when Bucky lunged at him, grabbing his throat. You leaned back in your seat again, steadying your now racing heartbeat. You decided you were too tense, trying to relax your muscles as Bucky sat back down in his seat.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book.” Sam seemed so proud of himself that something he recommended was written in Steve’s little book and it made you smile.

You remembered that; Steve and you were supposed to meet up for coffee after his run, but Fury called him in so you rescheduled it for when he got back. He asked you about Marvin Gaye. For your opinion. You told him to check it out and make his own.

You remembered asking him about that little notebook of his, and he just shrugged you off telling you about his list. He would read items off to you, but he never let you read the book yourself. You never found out why, and you supposed you never would now. The thought made an ache behind your ribs that you’d come to familiarize yourself with appear.

You smiled a little more as Zemo and Sam told Bucky how awesome Marvin Gaye was. “C’mon, baby. Back me up.”

Chuckling, you looked at Bucky. “They’re not wrong. But,” you quickly added before Bucky could whine at you, facing Sam again. “Neither is Buck. I mean, c’mon. You can’t find music like the 40’s anymore. Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Benny Goodman, Fred Astaire. Ol’ Blue Eyes himself.”

“Thank you.” Bucky grinned at Sam, who rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay. But, I mean, c’mon! Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”

“I like Marvin Gaye.”

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.”

Your face fell as Zemo started talking about Steve and icons and Red Skull, your mind once again slipping away from reality.

~

“Kids love you.” You giggled as you finally made it out of his exhibit. You’d wanted to show it to him since he moved to D.C., and you’d finally got an opportunity after coming back from being undercover for ten weeks. “You’re their hero, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just trying to do what’s right.”

You nudged him, scoffing at his answer. “You’re too humble. You’re a national icon, you know.”

Steve shrugged, looking around the museum at the planes surrounding them. “I never wanted to be.”

“Why not? Everyone loves you.”

“I’m sure not everyone loves me.” He rolled his eyes. “And…I just wanted to help. To fight. Protect my country and the people I cared about. I-I didn’t ask for…all that.” He waved behind his shoulder where his exhibit was getting smaller with each step they took away. “People were dying. Bullies were winning.”

You shook your head, spinning and walking backwards besides him to face him. “Sure, but you did that. And you became someone people could look up to in the process.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before asking, “why do you do what you do?”

“...because I’m good at it?”

“Honey.” He gave you a look. “Answer the question.”

You hummed in thought. “Because I couldn’t stand by, knowing there would be orphaned kids if I didn’t help any way I could.”

“Alright. Why do you do it in the dark?”

“Whaddya mean?”

He shrugged. “Why don’t you come out and take credit for all the lives you’ve saved?”

“Because that’s not why I do it. I don’t want that attention. I just want to know I’ve helped people. I’ve kept them safe.”

He gave you a soft smile. “I just wanted to beat the bully. I never wanted to be a dancing monkey, too.” You looked at him in a new light then, understanding where he was coming from. “Watch out, honey!” He grabbed you and pulled you aside before you could crash into a wall, arms wrapped firmly around your waist. He gave you that charming smile of his. “Wouldn’t want you hurting that pretty lil’ head of yours, now would we?”

~

“Y/N!”

You snapped back into the conversation, moving your eyes from the window to Bucky, who tilted his head, eyebrows pinched and eyes narrowed. “Sorry. So, Madripoor. That’s a fun place.”

You ignored the side eyed glances Bucky and Sam exchanged, Sam turning to you curiously. “You’ve been?”

“Once. Back in 2010 for a few months”

Zemo raised his eyebrows. “You’re lucky to have gotten out.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Lucky, maybe. Skills were a part of it, too, though.”

“Good.” Zemo nodded. “Because we’re going undercover…and if we blow it. We’re dead.”

You breathed out, shaking your memory away and getting your head back into the game. Because like the man you were severely wary of in front of you said, if you blew this, you were dead. And, sure, you didn’t want to live until ninety, but you weren’t even half way there yet. So dammit if you were going to die soon.

“Hey.” You looked over at Bucky’s murmur, his head tilting as he grabbed your hand and pulled you from your seat closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Are you okay? You know you’re going to have to be-”

“I know.” He nodded. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “I’ll be fine. Just…tell me right now if you need to step out for this one.”

You gave him a smile that you knew he didn’t buy, just by the slight narrowing of his eye, his lips pressing together. “No. No, I’m good for this. If you think I’m gonna let you two idiots go into Madripoor with him - alone - oil that cyborg brain of yours, because there’s no way.”

He squeezed your hand, eyes still filled with uncertainty. “Are you sure?”

“If there’s even a slight possibility that I can protect you, then yeah. I’m sure, Buckaroo.”

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zoom shenanigans - l.dh

✩‌ haechan ‌x‌ ‌fem!reader‌ ‌|‌ boyfriend!haechan | smut | ‌1.6k+ words ✩

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ you don’t quite know how hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call

WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dom!sub themes, asphyxiation, edging/overstimulation, spitting, slight humiliation, degradation (use of words such as whore, slut etc.), dumbification, slight dacryphylia, salirophilia, dirty talk - basically pure and absolute filth!

AUTHOR’S NOTES ⇾ i couldn’t stop thinking about this throughout the entirety of my online classes today, so i just had to write about it to get it off my chest. i am an absolute slut when it comes to dom!hyuck, so this is just self-indulgence really. enjoy! not proofread so please message if there’s any errors, or anything missing from the warning list! - lex

You don’t quite know how Hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call. 

He’d driven you insane. You’d been sat on his cock since the start of your lesson, for which your teacher, thank God, had decided that cameras did not need to be on. The class only lasted an hour, with you sitting on his lap in his gaming chair because ‘your desk chair just isn’t comfy enough, Y/N’, according to him anyway. You thought your desk chair was perfectly comfy, but he insisted. 60 minutes doesn’t seem all that long in the grand scheme of things, but with a boyfriend as evil as Donghyuck, of course he knew just how to make that hour feel like an eternity, teasing you relentlessly throughout. His lips brushing against your ear as you tried your hardest to complete the set work, whispering unspeakable promises into your ear and sending dark shivers down your spine. Though you couldn’t see his face, you knew the exact expression that was plastered on his face as his wandering hands roamed your body, squeezing and pinching all the spots that he knew would have you squirming in his hold. By far, the most infuriating thing he would do, though, was to snake his hand around your body whenever you had to turn your microphone on, fingers rubbing your clit in circles that had you biting back loud and sensual moans, managing to suppress the noises down to sighs which, as a University student, were not all that uncommon to hear. 

It’s when the time hits 11:50am, exactly 10 minutes before the end of the lesson (you know because you began checking it, what seemed like, every few seconds, sensing his growing impatience), that his self-control evaporates. With a raspy grunt, his hand wraps around your neck and he thrusts up into you, hard, fast and rough. You gasp, face contorting in pleasure at the sudden movements which have you crying out and grasping at the desk in front of you in order to stay upright. You whine as his grip on your neck tightens, pulling you back towards his chest in one, swift movement. A yelp escapes your lips, now blindly grabbing at the armrests on either side of the chair in order to stop your legs from giving out. Not that you’d go anywhere, Hyuck’s rigid grip on you made sure of that. His hot breath against the back of your neck caused goosebumps to form on your exposed skin, a shudder going through your body at the overwhelming amount of pleasure. His hand on your neck pushes your jaw backwards, the back of your head resting on his shoulder as he looks down at your flushed face, tears of pleasure collecting at the corners of your wide and innocent eyes, perfect pink lips parted so beautifully, not to mention the dream-worthy sounds escaping them. How could he have ended up with such a perfect little girl? His hand moves for only a split second from your neck, squeezing your cheeks together in order to open your mouth. He spits harshly into your now open mouth, pressing your cheeks shut again afterwards. You let out a sudden and uncontrollable moan at the sound of him doing such a filthy thing, feeling his spit hit your tongue forcefully. You know what he wants. You close your mouth and swallow, his hand creeping back down towards your neck as you show him your empty mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” He rasps, giving a tight squeeze to your neck once more.

With your eyes squeezed so tightly shut, you almost forget that you’re supposed to be listening to your Biomedical Sciences lecturer drone on about Haematology and Transfusion. Almost.

“Right, now that’s done, everyone turn your cameras on for this last task. We’re going to be going through the homework assignment that I set for you all last week, don’t think you can get away without speaking either! I’m gonna be asking you all questions about the task.” His words barely register in your mind, your head fuzzy and body shaking at the feeling of your boyfriend rearranging your insides so delectably. After a few moments, his words seem to sink in and your eyes shoot open, urgently whispering Hyuck’s name. There was no way you could turn on your camera, you’d have to lie. I dropped my laptop; my WiFi is lagging; my room is a mess. A thousand ways to excuse yourself ran through your mind, albeit at a much slower pace than usual. You could only focus so much through the feeling of Haechan fucking into you so hard and fast. Your desperate whines of his name are interrupted as he hums into your ear, not slowing his hips or showing any sign of stopping. If anything, it becomes even harder to think at his words.

“We both know that’s not what you call me when I’m fucking you, baby.” He growls into your ear, pounding into you with even more force, rendering you barely capable of thinking, let alone talking. Your walls clench tightly around his hard cock, a string of curses escaping your boyfriend’s pink lips as he grunts loudly at the feeling.

“M-my professor s-said-” You start, barely able to string a sentence together.

“I heard what your professor said, baby. Turn on your camera. Show your entire class how much of a filthy little slut you are for me. Show them how this perfect A* student cums all over my dick, huh? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Everyone seeing the perfect little teachers pet coming all over her boyfriends cock during her class? Everyone seeing how fucking dumb you get for my dick?” You bite your lip, holding back a scream. You can’t, however, stop a broken whimper from escaping you.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please, oh my God!” The hand that isn’t clutching your neck so tightly moves downwards, fingers brushing your clit so delicately.

“Please... Please what, slut?” He spits, tears now leaking down your face, chest shaking as you hold in overwhelmed sobs.

“Please Daddy!” You cry out, mascara beginning to smudge as you clench your eyes shut so tightly. You no longer care about your waiting professor, you no longer care about the entire class, it’s only Haechan. He is all you can feel and think.

“Y/N, we’re waiting on you to turn your camera on...” Your professor presses, but you don’t even hear him. It’s only when your boyfriend stops all of his movement, hand slipping away from your throat, reaching down and reclining his gaming chair into a laying position, that you realise what he wants.

“No, no, no. Please, Hyuckie!” You whine, head spinning at the loss of movement. He’s laying practically flat now, out of view of the camera. You try to move, rolling your hips atop his dick but his fingers dig into your hips hard, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, smirking up at your shaking figure with mirth.

“Go on, baby. Turn on your camera.” He warns, fingers digging even harder into your hips. You send him an exasperated look, to which he gives you the look. You know what that means. ‘Do as I fucking say, or you’ll regret it’. 

Your shaky hands reach over to the laptop, clicking the camera button as you let out an uneven breath. After a few seconds, your face appears on the screen. Your eyes widen. What your boyfriend had failed to inform you, was that your face was flushed and sweaty, mascara smudging your cheeks in obvious tear streaks, a drop of his spit glittering as it sat upon your chin. You wiped your face on your sleeve as soon as you catch sight of yourself, moving forward to pretend to be sorting a non-existing wire behind your screen as you try to make yourself look more presentable. As you do so, you hear his voice whisper.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you called me just then and don’t think you’re getting away with it. ‘Hyuckie’ doesn’t fuck you the way Daddy does.” His low tone causes you to clench around him, taking a deep breath at his teasing words. He scoffs at your silence, squeezing your ass, hard, so that you let out a small whimper. He hums in satisfaction as you plaster an obviously fake smile onto your face before leaning back, clicking on the unmute button for only a moment before abruptly turning it off again, barely having finished your sentence, as Haechan’s rock hard dick twitches inside your sensitive pussy.

“Sorry, Professor. I had tech issues.” 

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Those last 8 minutes of class felt like an eternity, and your boyfriend made sure of that. You thought you’d done a pretty good job at hiding it, though. Not one person gave you a funny or disgusted look as you answered the Professor’s questions and kept a small, albeit forced, smile on your face. You couldn’t help but feel a twisted form of pride at your ability to pretend as though nothing was happening as you sat atop of Hyuck’s dick, enduring his endless verbal and physical teasing throughout.

It wasn’t until after the two of you were finished, long after the class had done so, that your boyfriend checked his phone

“Y/N...” You heard him call from the bathroom. You couldn’t find the energy to move, simply humming in acknowledgement at his hesitant-sounding call. He enters the bedroom in all his naked glory, carrying a small, wet cloth in order to clean you up in one hand, his phone in the other. Your eyes trace his naked body, focusing on the smooth, tanned skin. He really was a sight for sore eyes, somebody that you could never get tired of looking at. You’re disrupted from staring at his body when he holds his phone out in front of your face. You reluctantly tear your eyes from his torso, focusing in on the brightly lit screen, squinting slightly to read the text upon it.

“ 

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Jaemin

fucking your gf during her zoom class, nice one bro. though, you might wanna make sure that you actually hang up next time. the whole class was still there, apart from the prof. not that they’re complaining, i saw their faces. they’re gonna be getting off to that for the entirety of lockdown, i swear! 

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Needless to say, nobody in class called you the Teacher’s Pet anymore.

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Sweet music playing in the dark

Pairing: Victoria de Angelis x fem!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut, seriously this is just porn without plot, face sitting, fingering, oral, slight edging, slight mommy kink (it's used only like three times, blink and you'll miss it), usage of the word whore but only once

A/N: This is my first smut so please bare with me lol. I wanna thank @teenyweenynightghost for making me write this instead of doing homework, this is what I needed and honestly I regret nothing. And yes, I did use a random fanfic title generator for this one.

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

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Droplets of water fell from singular strands of your hair and hit the tiled floor as you walked out of the bathroom into the room. You smoothed out the fabric of the shirt you had just put on and walked into the bedroom, ready to start your day. Entering the room, your eyes were glued to the floor, mind already racing with thoughts about the thrills of the upcoming day.

"Buongiorno, cucciola," you heard Vic say, making you look up from the floor. Before you got a chance to reply, you stopped dead in your tracks as you watched the following scene unravel in front of your eyes.

Your lovely girlfriend Victoria (although the word lovely wasn't the best way to describe her at that moment; hot and absolutely breathtaking seemed to be more suitable) was kneeling on the bed, looking at you with nothing but lust in her eyes. A knowing smirk adorned her face as she noticed your shock. Your mind went blank as you let your eyes fall lower, noticing all the little details of her outfit (or the significant lack of it). Your eyes trailed down her soft skin to her chest area. She was dressed only in a shirt made from a sheer seethrough fabric that left no room for imagination. You gulped hard as your eyes went even lower, following her exposed stomach and finally stopping at the edge of her white cotton panties. Right below Vic's belly button, there was a bow that made the whole outfit complete. Lastly, you looked at her bare thighs and legs, wishing you could be trapped between them forever.

"I said good morning, love, aren't you going to reply?" Vic replied in a sultry voice, making you suddenly very aware of your surroundings.

"Ugh... hi, Vic," you whimpered out a response, not knowing how to react properly.

"Now, cucciola, that's not what you should be calling me right now, is it?" she tutted, unhappy with your response. Your eyes widened at her words as your mouth went dry. You hated the effect she had on you. How easy it was for her to get you all worked up and at her command.

"N-no mommy," you stuttered, biting your lip and clenching your fist. You saw her mouth twist in a smug smile and nod in approval as soon as the words left your shaking lips. However, she still hadn't moved a bit from her position.

"Good girl," she whispered, her words sending a shock through your body straight to your core. You clenched your thighs and bit your lip. The tension was too much. You had to do something! Victoria must have sensed it too because she moved to the edge of the bed and reached her hand towards you, her fingers curling in a 'come hither' motion. Without hesitation, you stepped towards her, eager to feel her touch.

"I'm gonna give you everything you want, darling, I promise," she murmured, brushing your arm with her fingers before gently touching the skin on your neck. You shuddered underneath her touch, and your skin almost felt as if it were on fire where she trailed her fingertips ever so slightly.

Victoria looked into your eyes deeply for a mere second before grabbing your chin gently and brushing her lips against yours. The kiss felt so sweet and innocent, unsuitable for the situation you found yourself in. You couldn't help but melt into her touch, your heart skipping a beat at her wholesome gesture. The message was simple; I love you. You immediately reciprocated the kiss, your hand wandering absentmindedly to rest on the girl's shoulder.

That's when the kiss changed. Without a warning, Vic grabbed your hair roughly and, suddenly, pressed your body closer to hers, making your chests collide. You let out a gasp of surprise, but it soon had been muffled and turned into a moan by Vic's tongue that had entered your mouth harshly. She explored the inside of your mouth, dominating the kiss completely. You moaned when she sucked on your bottom lip, her hand touching your body through your shirt. You could have stayed like that forever, not caring about anyone else in the whole world. The kiss was everything. It felt like it could give life, tear down antique buildings and bring down armies. The force she was kissing you with went straight to your heat, dampening your panties. It was incredible how a single kiss made you this hot and bothered. Soon, your lungs started feeling as if they were on fire, and you desperately needed to take a breath, even though you didn't want to break the kiss.

"But first," Victoria said, parting your bodies after what felt like hours and looking deep into your eyes," you are gonna make me feel good," she whispered, slapping your bare thigh with her hand. Your eyes widened, and your heart started racing at the thought, something that would soon become a reality. Not being able to utter a word, you nodded frantically, breathing deeply.

"Lay down for me, cucciola, and if you please me, I'll think about taking care of you," she said in a demanding voice, making you gulp once again and rub your thighs together to relieve some friction. Without having to be told twice, you lay down on the bed, your heart thumping in your chest.

You heard Victoria shuffle beside the bed for a minute and felt the mattress beside you sink under her weight.

"That's it, good girl," Vic stated, throwing one of her legs on the other side of your body and straddling your thigh. As you felt her wetness on your bare skin, you realised she must have had taken off her white knickers, and the mere thought made you whimper audibly. Once again, she connected your lips in a kiss, swallowing your cries.

"I'm gonna ride your face, sweets, would you like that?" she asked, pressing herself harder on your leg.

"Yes, mommy, please," you breathed out and nodded frantically, your hands sneaking up underneath her shirt to lay on her back. You were desperate to make her feel good.

"Of course, you would, you little whore," Vic moved up along your figure and put her legs on both sides of your face, aligning her dripping centre with your face. Your mouth watered at the sight. "But you're my whore," she mumbled before lowering herself into your mouth.

Without wasting any time, your tongue darted out to lick a long swipe along her slit, wetting her even more in the process. You let yourself taste her juices for a moment, enjoying her sweetness. When you felt Victoria bring her fingers into your hair, it only made you speed up your actions and lick her once again. Quickly, your tongue found her engorged clit and started circling around it tenderly.

"Oh, yeah, just like that," she moaned out, moving her hips up and down to meet her needs. Taking her sounds as signs of approval, you wrapped your lips around the sensitive nub and sucked on it gently. Vic groaned, tugging on your hair and making you let out a whimper, ever so incredibly pathetic. She looked truly ethereal. Her eyes were half-closed in bliss, hair flying around her face and boobs bouncing up and down as she rutted herself on your tongue. The sight of it was almost too much for you to take, and you crossed your legs, hoping that it would relieve at least some of the throbbing that had formed between your legs. "Cazzo, keep going, (Y/N)."

Bringing one of your arms around her waist to keep her in place, you ran your tongue through her folds and licked at her entrance eagerly. You fucked her with your tongue as she moved her hips, desperately working towards her desired release. Your other hand roamed her chest, cupping her breasts and tugging on her nipple ring. You moaned with her, the vibrations from your voice sending more and more jolts through her body.

You felt her near her climax as she tightened around your tongue and pulled on your hair more.

"Cucciola, don't stop, you're going to make me cum," she breathed out, looking down at you. Wet noises filled the room as you lapped at her pussy. The sounds were so dirty, you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Eager to watch her fall apart beneath your touch, you wrapped your mouth against her clit once again and sucked hard. This, combined with the sight of you eating her out as if your life depended on it, was the final blow for Victoria. She shuddered and let out a series of angelic moans as she came covering your face with her juices. You kept on kitten licking her core to help her ride out her orgasm. Finally, her movements stopped, her breathing heavy and ragged. She rolled off your face and plopped on the bed next to you, trying to even out her breaths. Seeing her in this state made your chest swell with pride, knowing that you were the one to make her feel so good.

"So good for me," she breathed out, kissing your cheek and nuzzling her head in the crook of your neck. "I love you, (Y/N)."

You hummed in response, throwing your arm around her, hugging her gently. You didn't understand how you could be so lucky to deserve something like this. Pushing your own needs aside, you cuddled up with her, kissing her head in a sweet manner. Pleasuring her was your priority, and you didn't need to cum in order to feel satisfied. And that was true for Victoria as well, as she always made sure you were enjoying yourself first.

After a minute or two, you felt Vic shift her figure and hover on top of you, kissing your neck. Her knee parted your legs, and it brought attention to your core that was already throbbing painfully.

"Now, do you think you did a good job at pleasuring me, cucciola?" she asked, her voice ringing in your ears. She looked down at you, staring straight into your eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed from the aftermath of her orgasm and parts of her hair stuck to her forehead. You gulped once again, looking into her shiny eyes.

"I tried my best," you responded quietly, your words barely audible. Vic took off your shirt and discarded it somewhere in the room for you to find later. Your nipples immediately hardened at the contact with cold air. She kissed your cheek before licking a long stripe up your neck. Your pussy was pulsating and in desperate need of attention, but you couldn't even close your legs for some friction as Vic's knee successfully prevented you from doing so. You whimpered when her lips found your sweet spot, sucking on it harshly. You knew that it would bruise really fast, but you didn't care at all, loving the feeling of being marked by your girlfriend. One of her hands immediately attached itself to your breast and twisted your nipple, making you gasp audibly. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin behind your ear as her hand massaged your boobs. Little moans and cries escaped your quivering lips. Every little touch made you go crazy, lighting up a fire on your skin, but it wasn't enough. Your pussy was throbbing, your panties practically soaked, and every little touch on your body only made you hornier.

When Victoria's lips detached themselves from your neck, you whined at the loss of contact. She quickly moved to kiss you, her tongue exploring your mouth once again. She tasted herself on your tongue, enjoying it. Suddenly, you felt her put her hand on top of your soaked panties, resting it on top of your over-sensitive clit. Your hips jolted forward in search of some more as the most sinful moan escaped your lips.

"Fuck, I love the sounds you make when you are under me," Victoria mumbled, breaking the kiss for a second.

"Please, please, more," you chanted, chasing her lips with yours. It only made her chuckle at how pathetic you looked. She hadn't even touched you, and you were already at her command. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes and were threatening to spill any second.

"Shhh... It's okay, cucciola, just let me take care of you, now," she kissed your temple before lowering her face to your chest. She licked her lips hungrily and took your right breast in her mouth, tongue circling your hardened nipple. Her other hand moved to your left boob and massaged it gently. At that point, your panties must have had been completely soaked through, your juices spilling onto the covers. A moan after moan escaped your lips when she switched position, taking your left boob in her mouth and placing her hand on your right one, spreading her spit all over your chest.

"Please, mommy," a plea that had been in your mouth for a while finally made it past your lips. You sobbed at her touch or the absence of it where you most wanted it. Finally, Vic gave your boobs a final squeeze and kissed each nipple before licking down your exposed tummy. She left a trail of wet kisses around your belly button and sucked on the skin on your hip. Your back arched involuntarily as she bit your skin and left dark bruises.

"Look at you, so desperate, and I haven't even touched you yet," your girlfriend cooed, a smug smile permanently plastered on her face. Her chest swelled with pride as she saw you in that state, knowing that she was the one making you look so dishevelled. It was her touches to make you whimper so pathetically and her voice that made you beg for more. A single tear rolled down your cheek only to be wiped by Vic's soft finger.

"Shhh... I'm here now. I'm gonna take care of you," she whispered again, rubbing your cheek with her thumb reassuringly. But deep inside she loved seeing you like this and wanted nothing more than to have fun with you for hours and hours on end.

Positioning herself in front of your clothed heat, she licked her thumb and placed it on top where your clit lay. She rubbed it through your panties, earning a moan from you. Your hips jolted upwards to create more friction, but she quickly pulled away, chuckling under her breath. You felt Victoria's fingers hook over the waistband of your knickers as she pulled them down your legs in a swift movement, making your body shiver when cold air made contact with your exposed pussy. She rubbed the inside of your thigh reassuringly as you tried to even out your breath and get used to the temperature. Vic licked two fingers and placed them above your heat, rubbing your clit through the hood gently. You clenched around nothing when familiar warmth spread through your body, a sinful groan escaping your lips. As soon as the girl saw your reaction, she sped up her movements.

Vic gathered some of your wetness on her fingers and licked them clean, teasing you playfully," You are so wet, cucciola." She collected some more and rubbed her index finger at your opening, placing a tiny kiss on your clit. A loud moan ripped through your throat when she pushed her digit into you, curling it inside. Her mouth found its way to your clitoris as she sucked and flicked her tongue on your sensitive nub. Fucking your with her finger, her other hand found yours and gave it a heartwarming squeeze. More tears spilled from your eyes as another finger entered you, making you gasp for air.

Victoria continued fucking you with her fingers and skilled tongue, your legs wrapped around her head. I could wear those thighs as earmuffs any given day, she grinned at the thought. She could feel you nearing your orgasm as you clenched around her fingers, moans becoming more high pitched and breathing shallower. You could feel the familiar tingling in your legs start to appear when, suddenly, your girlfriend pulled away, taking out her fingers and detaching her mouth. The cry that left your lips at the loss of contact left Vic wishing she had been recording you from the start. She would have kept the footage forever, using it on tours and reminding you about how beautiful your sounds were.

"Nononono, please, please, Vic," you begged, a series of whines and cries escaping your lips. You were on the edge, only a few rubs away from a powerful climax when she pulled out. You looked so devastated by it that Vic almost felt sorry for doing it. Almost.

"Sorry, cucciola, I couldn't help myself. You just look so good when you beg for my fingers," she smirked smugly at you before climbing up to wrap her arm around you. "I won't do it anymore, I promise," she whispered into your ear and sucked on your earlobe.

Reaching her hand down to your heat, Victoria returned to circling your clit with her thumb. Kissing away your tears, she inserted two fingers back into you and continued pressing at your g-spot. Your body practically melted into hers as she rubbed on your nub, getting you closer to your orgasm. You looked angelic, and Victoria's heart soared at the sight of you, so vulnerable and so open just for her. She loved seeing you like this.

"I'm g-gonna c-um. I'm gonna cum!" you breathed out, turning your head towards Vic's to connect your lips, even for a brief second.

"I know, darling, just let go. I've got you," she kissed away your tears, not stopping her movements. Your body tensed, and you knew you were seconds away from an orgasm of a century. With a final rub on your clit and a kiss on your neck, you came hard. Your climax washed over you like a tsunami, almost making you scream. Your mind went blank as your legs started shaking, clear juices squirting from your pussy, only to be collected by Victoria's skillful fingers and brought to her lips. You held your breath as she kept on rubbing your heat, helping you ride out your orgasm. All the tears had been kissed away by your girlfriend, who made sure you got the best experience.

When your breath evened out, you turned to the side, putting your head on her shoulder, your hand searching for hers to hold. The girl's fingers found yours as she brought them to her lips, kissing them lightly. Letting you cuddle up against her body, she hummed and brushed through your hair, untangling it for you. Vic looked at you, admiring your figure and taking notice of all the hickeys that she had given you.

"Come on," she whispered after a couple of minutes, "let's take a shower and get you cleaned up."

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a hundred years of blood (pt. 1)

Summary: One of Jessica's favorite clients is an old hermit who lives deep in the woods. When he stops answering his phone, she fears the worst and asks Hotch to come with her...just to check it out. Bad things are about to happen. When Derek realizes Hotch is missing and he might be in danger will the team be able to save them in time? Or will they, too, only find themselves in danger?

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan (established as usual, they just exist as husbands in my head)

Warnings: in this chapter, I don't think anything except the slightly painful cliffhanger at the end. moving forward, it's going to get dark.

Words: 4.3k

Notes: Well, a bunch of you guys asked me to write something darker and scary...here you go. I'll try not to make it TOO long, but who knows. We've got some Appalachian legend stuff, some Evil Dead vibes, general gore...and eventually the team will be involved too.

Read on AO3: a hundred years of blood

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“Are you sure?”

“How many days have you given up because I needed you?”

Jessica made that irritated little puffing noise but didn't argue, he had a point. She didn't like the point, because it wasn't what she was after, but there was no argument. She hadn't had a solid day off in just as long as him, not really. It was nice for all of them that her job was just as easily done from home as it was from the office. And to top it all off, Jack was easy to haul in if she had to. Pack his bag full of toys or homework, coloring books and video games and he'd sit silently until she was done. The kid was never trouble, it was easy to say yes. Sometimes he would pull a chair up beside her and ask her to explain what she was doing. No child she'd ever known would sit and listen so intently to information about tracking stocks and bonds, interest rates, taxes. He was always so attentive.

Aaron couldn't help it, he smiled. It was so easy, she was flustered and that always made him a little giddy.

“Do you want me to say no?”

“I..no...it's just...you haven't had a weekend off in...and I just thought...dammit, Aaron, I just thought you'd push back a little.”

That was how it started. He might come to regret how easily he caved, how he didn't even consider arguing with her. How he should have taken even a second to consider what she was saying...he hadn't had a weekend off in ages, and this was not just his weekend but Derek's too. And Jack's.

It was a family weekend.

But he was firm in his conviction. “You've given up more for me than I can ever repay. It's the least I can do.”

“You say that now...”

She wasn't asking him to do much, he reasoned. Just take an overnight trip with her. Check on a friend of hers in the woods and then stay in a hotel overnight. A movie night, she'd spring for pizza even. She made it almost irresistible, he poked at her. That wasn't exactly true, but the way she huffed and puffed and turned all pink the cheeks amused him to no end. That made the night spent in a hotel with her sound that much better. Afterall, he didn't get to see her often either, so he was looking forward to a few hours in the car together to just sit and talk.

Jessica was in banking, wealth management to be precise, and she managed a number of high-profile accounts, trust fund babies, estates, lots of old money and new money. She dealt with more money than she would ever see in her life. Her family, they were not only not old money; they weren't new money, hell they weren't any money. They came from a long line of doing the best we cans. Like most people.

But there was something in this sort of wealth that had intrigued her, call it some kind of morbid curiosity, and it was more of an accident than anything how she wound up doing what she did. Starting out as a bank teller, making her way through the hierarchy but not necessarily climbing ladders or shattering metaphorical glass ceilings, it was more like crawling through tunnels until she found some strange niche that just fit. Like her ancestors, she was a miner. Aaron's mother had given her all the reference she needed, got her the go ahead shot into this job. Considering how familiar she was with their money; she had more than enough going for her.

That Hotchner name carried a lot more weight than her Brooks did.

Her father was well respected in their community, he was a man of good faith and good standing, someone people came to when they needed sound advice or a helping hand, but he didn't have a checkbook he could pull out of his smoking jacket to erect an entirely new wing of a hospital because they felt like it. Because one day he might decide on philanthropy and the next day he might fund something a little darker. Roy Brooks had never driven a brand-new car off of the lot, and the people Jessica called her clients did it without blinking.

Not all of them were big spenders who put her through the ringer though. People asking her to pay their huge credit card bills and wire them money to build multi-million-dollar garages or craft rooms that would make Martha Stewart drool. Sometimes they talked to her like she, too, understood dropping twenty thousand dollars on a ring...on a whim...because you were traveling and thought it was cute. Not an engagement ring, nothing special, just a ring...something that would probably sit in a safe deposit box until the last will and testament was called up and then it would be left to an eldest granddaughter who couldn't recall ever having seen the ring in her life.

She would smile and play along, like she had any idea, transfer the money and joke about it with Aaron later. “Can you imagine?” But of course he could. “You've met my mother,” he would remind her and that was enough to send them both into fits of quiet laughter.

Sometimes her clients were quiet, sat on their nest eggs, ignored the frivolous lifestyle. Her favorite client, Elmer Chambers, was one of them. He was a huge old man with hands the size of briefcases she said. “Briefcases full of cold hard cash.” He lived alone in the woods, no family, no friends, a hermit whose only real connection to the world was her. They spoke weekly by phone, business first of course but afterward he would ask about her life and she his and there were moments where she thought for sure that she'd crossed some kind of invisible line and they were friends. She visited him monthly.

He was quiet about how he came by all of his money but people in those areas liked to talk, and she'd heard more than enough about the Chambers family and their moonshine. Old mine shafts, long abandoned, filled with stills and armed guards. Elmer Chambers sat on a fortune built during Prohibition and he spent as little of it as he could. He had his cabin, his mountain land, he paid his taxes. He had a cleaning lady that came weekly, more for the company than for any real work she would tell Jessica when she cut her the check. “Whole place was clean today,” she would say more often than not. “But he had the coffee on, so we chatted. Hardly feels right takin' his money.” But she did, because Jessica insisted, because Elmer insisted. Wear and tear on her car, gas maybe. He was a lonely old man, and he chose his company carefully.

But he wasn't answering her phone calls, hadn't for at least a week, and she had that gnawing pit in her stomach that told her something wasn't right. That she had to go out to the mountain even if it was a three-hour drive into the middle of nowhere. Just to see for herself that nothing had happened to him.

Derek wasn't even upset when she ran it by him first. They didn't get a lot of family time these days and now she was asking to take Aaron away on what could be a wild goose chase. Into the woods, and she knew how he felt about the woods. “Are you sure? I can call the police...I'm just worried it's an overreaction...”

She wasn't though. She knew it wasn't. Something was wrong, and she wanted to have Aaron by her side when she walked up to his door. She had a key to his house, she'd been out there plenty of times, sat and drank iced tea on his rickety old front porch and watched his huge brute of a dog sniff around the property for squirrels and raccoons and mice. Trudy, his dog, was named for his late wife...a silly sentimental thing, he would call it. It was the whiskey talking, that's what he'd explain it away as. “Called the brute Trudy one time, tried to change it and she wouldn't have it...stubborn old thing. Just like the original Trudy I 'spose.” Jess liked her. She was huge and gray with big droopy ears and lips, and a howl that you could hear fifty miles away on a quiet night. She came nearly up to Jessica's waist.

“You sure Trudy isn't part horse?” she'd asked, and that was it...that was when Elmer Chambers decided he liked Jessica Brooks.

Well, now she was worried about him. And Trudy.

“Jack and I are gonna stay in our pjs all weekend long. Not cooking, not cleaning...we're gonna eat ice cream and cereal and popcorn until we puke and watch every Disney movie ever made...”

That was all Derek said when Aaron asked if it was okay, if he minded even a little. Of course he minded, but Jessica bent over backward for them. She deserved to have them give her the same.

“Don't watch 'Oliver and Company' without me, okay? It's my favorite.” Aaron was a simple man. But, Derek saw an opportunity and he had to take it.

“We're gonna watch that one first, sorry buddy. You snooze you lose.”

It wasn't true, of course. They would wait for him. Derek had so many that he wanted to watch first, that one was low on his list anyway. Pretty much every single one was better than that one. He would never tell Aaron that, though. It was just...there was so much Billy Joel, right? And no matter how many times Aaron told him there was only one Billy Joel song, it didn't seem to matter. “Too much Billy Joel,” was Derek's firm stance. It ranked only slightly higher than Tarzan and the overabundance of Phil Collins. Derek wasn't ashamed to admit he fully judged Disney films on their soundtracks.

“Be safe,” Derek said finally, all joking aside, when Aaron stood in the doorway with his go bag in hand. Jessica was waiting for him in her car...he was going to let her drive and was already regretting it. “Call me when you guys check in at the hotel okay?”

“Of course,” he whispered, pulling Derek toward him for a slow kiss. The kind that said I already miss you. He'd already had his teary goodbye with Jack. Of course, it wasn't Jack that cried, it was him. This was different than a case, this was a personal thing and he already had misgivings about the entire trip.

“Hey. Anything weird, you're calling the cops right? No vigilante cowboy shit.”

“Cops. Right away.”

(x)

Mr. Chambers lived in the mountains. Not just up a mountain road a little way, either, but really up there. Tucked away in thick green woods, huge old growth trees and very little sunlight. It was easily ten degrees colder the minute they took his turn. “Does he have any neighbors?”

“There's a family that lives about a mile that direction,” Jess said, navigating the bumpy unpaved road slowly and carefully. Aaron felt sick but he didn't say so. She was doing her best. “As far as I understand it, they don't see eye to eye. There's a strip of land that's been in dispute for decades now, tied up in the courts for the whole time. It's a mess.”

She wasn't exactly lying, just being purposely obtuse. It would probably do her no good in the end, she just didn't want to go down all those winding roads if she didn't have to. Mr. Chambers was complicated.

“You have to deal with that?” His interest was piqued, and it was far better than thinking about how every bump and every curve brought him one moment closer to losing his lunch all over the dashboard.

“Not much. He's got a lawyer that I deal with most often. Mr. Chambers has a lot of...his estate is complicated.”

Aaron nodded. He understood the type. His family was similar. Rich people, real rich people, he had learned behaved like squirrels. They buried small bits all over the place and often forgot about all the little secret passages and passwords and combinations...meanwhile it was all just building, amassing wealth that they could no longer even remember how to access. And the truly wild part was that it didn't matter, they didn't even think about it, didn't need it. Jessica had, as a personal favor, worked with his mother on her will, putting her estate in order not so very long ago and she'd been shocked to find money sealed up in accounts all over the place. Some were her late husband's, some were hers, all a surprise. "Piles of money!" Jess had said, exasperated. "She didn't even know it. How do you not know?!" It had been a tense but ultimately funny night of beer and pizza with Jessica once it was all said and done, nothing left but stories to tell. Finding out a chunk of it was hidden away in his name gave him heartburn.

“Do you need to stop a minute?” she asked quietly, her car rolling to a stop on the rough road. His complexion had gone waxy, whitewashed pale and worn. He nodded and popped the door open, feet hitting the ground heavily and without any grace. He didn't exactly fall out of the car, but he might as well have. In no time, the world swam around him, and he crouched, dropping his head between his knees and biting into his lip hard enough to nearly draw blood. It did the trick, the swimming stopped and the nausea retreated. Her hand between his shoulder blades came next, warm and gentle, fingernails scraping lightly at the skin behind his ears like he was a puppy. “It's okay.”

“I'll be fine in a minute.” Car sickness was nothing new, and he'd managed rather well today considering the condition of the roads. She knew he would have pushed until they arrived, too, he wouldn't have thrown up yet...but something nagged at her, some awful pull in her sternum. He had to be on his game, in good shape, not like this. They needed to be alert. Something was wrong.

She should have let him drive, that was the real take away here. As she stared up into the thick canopy of evergreens with their dripping moss and lichen, the pine needles crunching under foot, she knew it. If she'd let him drive she could have just given directions and they'd be there by now but...well the two of them were control freaks, and as such...it didn't matter. She made her choice. They were close now.

“You ready? I don't want to be on this road after the sun goes down if I can help it.”

He nodded and licked his pale lips. Color was returning to his cheeks at least. He hopped a little in place, bounced up and down, shaking his hands to return blood flow. Like an antsy child doing the pee-pee dance. “Yes. I'm okay. Let's go. How much further?”

“This right here,” she indicated a bubbly little creek lined with trees and what he thought looked an awful lot like wild ginseng with a smirk. “It's the disputed property line. You can probably see why now, huh?”

He squinted and regarded the leafy plants bordering the water with piqued interest. Tiny red berries, bright green leaves. “Wow. Yeah. That's...” Millions of dollars' worth of wild ginseng, if he wasn't mistaken. That felt like a conservative estimate, given the length of the creek and the way those little plants crept along the bank and up the hill on both sides almost like a weed.

“They have cameras in the trees. Someone is watching us. People have been shot for stopping even just to look.” She glanced up and waved, smiling for a small game camera pushed into the angle of a lichen covered branch of an oak tree. They knew her here. She was welcome. To a point. “Come on. Before they start getting the wrong idea about me.”

Once back in the car, he frowned, bothered by the idea of being watched. “Who watches the camera?”

“The lawyers, from what I understand. There are motion censors that alert them. It's all outside of my scope, Aaron. They only tell me as much as I need to know in order to manage Mr. Chambers' money.”

“And if someone...”

She sighed and pushed the hair back from her face. “I guess that they call Mr. Chambers and the Dumont family. Let them handle it however they see fit, seeing as the land is currently wrapped up in all sorts of disputes. There isn't a clear owner...I guess it was sort of an easement? But it came with some really bizarre rules. Backwoods stuff.”

His frown deepened but he couldn't say he was surprised. The people who lived in these areas, towns that had map coordinates rather than actual names, had a way of life that was in no way affected by what happened in large cities. The law only vaguely applied to them as far as they were concerned, and in more ways than one, they made their own laws. His own father had plenty of these deals racked up that were still being untangled. Some might never be. “And you're sure...”

“No. I'm not sure of anything, Aaron, that's why I asked you to come with me. This is hillbilly gold okay? And if anything happened to Mr. Chambers over it...” She frowned, a shadow falling over her usually bright features. “There's this clause in the deed. If either of the bloodlines ends, the remaining family assumes all ownership of both plots of land, including this creek. But if foul play is suspected out of either family, that family forfeits it all. That was what they put on the line to keep them all from wiping each other out. According to Mr. Chambers, it's been quiet for so long, but he knows that being the last of his line...well. They're probably not going to kill him themselves and risk it, but if someone else saw an opportunity, they wouldn't exactly jump in to save his life either right?”

“So you don't think it's anything to do with them?”

“I don't know what I think. I know they talk about legends, the ginseng and the water, the stills...some of them say there are supernatural things in these hills...and they all seem genuinely concerned by it. Even Mr. Chambers who I think is pretty levelheaded...but you know how people in these parts can be.”

He did. He had plenty of family that came from these parts if you dug far enough back. Appalachia was riddled with legends and he'd grown up no stranger to them. This area was unfamiliar to him, but for her sake he sucked in a deep breath and offered her all the comfort he could. Placing his hand over hers, he gave it a small squeeze while she shifted the car into drive and it lurched forward hesitantly. Like it was having second thoughts about going up there. “We're doing everything we can.”

The property looked okay at first glance. Mr. Chambers' car was in its spot, exactly as it always was. There were a few pine needle clumps in the windshield wipers, but he didn't drive much so that wasn't alarming. Not initially. Still, Jessica seemed to bristle a little and he didn't want to ask her why, so he just slipped his hand into his holster and pulled out his weapon. She didn't tell him not to. In fact, she almost seemed to encourage him and that was a little alarming in itself.

It wasn't like she was opposed to guns. Her father was a hunter, at least in his younger days when he could get around easier, and he'd taken her out plenty of times. She bagged her first deer when she was eleven. Could have been sooner, but he didn't trust her with a gun. Jessica had always been a little too spontaneous, so he waited for her to calm down a little. Cool her jets. Of course, that never really happened (still hadn't) so he just sighed and prayed a lot for her to be smarter with a gun than she was with her mouth. Aaron went out on a turkey hunt with them for Thanksgiving at eighteen. Roy saw it right away; he was a natural. Asked him to come with every chance he got after that. Aaron never cared much for the actual hunting part, but he had to admit that he liked getting praise from a father figure was something he hadn't known prior. He maybe became a little addicted to it for a time. When Roy would pat him on the back and say “Atta boy! Well done, son!” he couldn't help wanting to do it time and time again.

The look wasn't about the gun, it was about Derek. He knew it. Derek had said it...”be safe” ...well this wasn't safe. She was putting Aaron in danger while Derek sat home in pajamas with Jack. Poor Jack who had already lost one parent and now...

“We should go,” she hissed as he started to step toward the front porch. The rocking chair swayed in the gentle afternoon breeze and she grabbed him by the wrist. “Aaron. Please. I think we should just call the police.”

“We're already here. We should at least have a look.”

Famous last words, she thought bitterly. How many movies had she seen where that was the crux? The turning point? Have a look meant poke your nose into the hornet's nest.

Aaron knocked on the door first. Just a few soft raps of his knuckles, and then a little louder. “Mr. Chambers? FBI.” That was a force of habit, and in retrospect, probably where it all went wrong. He could see that now. If he'd just let Jessica knock, call for him, things might have gone differently.

But he didn't. He tried the handle, and to his surprise and Jessica's horror, it was unlocked. She gulped, heard the click of her throat ring in her ears and her stomach did a flop. His door was never unlocked. He may have been all alone out here, confident that he could take care of himself no matter what came at him, but he was still cautious enough. He didn't trust his neighbors as far as he could throw them, and the older he got the less distance he thought he could manage with his pitching arm. He'd told her that once, and she'd had a good chuckle about it then. It didn't seem so funny now.

“You have a key, right?” he asked, as if that alone absolved them of their sins. She had a key so she could walk in, but that door was unlocked, and they were not invited. Was this breaking and entering? She had no idea.

“I do,” she replied as coolly as she could muster and fumbled for her keychain to make the point. She held the fuzzy little pink llama in her hand and dangled it in front of her face briefly before settling it back into her purse.

“You're allowed to enter? You have his permission?” She supposed, now that he said it, that it was true. She was welcome. Probably he gave her a key for this purpose...if something happened to him, if he croaked right out here in the middle of the woods. Well, if a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it...does it make a sound? She was his safety net. The person who would be around to at least know the tree fell, even if it wasn't heard.

She stayed close behind Aaron while he pushed the door open slowly. His gun entered first. Swept with his vision from right to left before his shoulder nudged the door and he stepped over the threshold into the unlit cabin. Everything was silent.

Where is Trudy? Her mind snagged on that...Trudy should have come running right away. She was usually nearly knocked over by the rambunctious dog. Without fail.

As she contemplated the dog's absence, the silence was broken by the whistling sound of a wooden baseball bat, a nicked up old thing that had seen hundreds of visits to home plate, as it came down hard against Aaron's arm. Louisville Slugger right to the radius. Just above his wrist, and he felt the moment his radius collided in splinters with his ulna. The force was incredible. Instantly his hand released the gun and it slid and spun like a top across the front room floor. It finally came to a skipping stop beneath the couch. Aaron made no sound, even if he wanted to cry out, burst into tears at the pain in his arm. He just reached to his waist with his good hand for his second weapon in its holster. Jessica screamed, though, and she screamed loud. The bat that had been raised for a second blow by someone huge in the shadows stopped just short of making its connection against Aaron's chest.

“Elmer!” she cried out, her hands in the air high and wide, a desperate surrender. He dropped the bat with an exasperated huff, slamming the door shut behind them and locking it quickly. “Elmer it's just me!”