#girl get up and leave!!!! if my partner had a room they kept that disgusting and smelly i'd leave them

[psylock-e]

https://www.reddit.com/r/Transgender_Surgeries/s/kzF0DRWLpV

And lesbians are supposed to be attracted to this?😀

damn that post punches you in the gut like 10 times

 sour and pungent, like off-milk, and the taste is bloody and sour

the taste is so distinct and kind of "chalky" in texture

expired milk and bitter yogurt with a very strong odor 

I can smell it even with her clothes on

A friend of ours also smelled it

Sometimes her discharge is slightly yellow or orange

also, making your female partner, who apparently has "OCD and generalized anxiety", perform oral on you and any time she brings it up "it ends in tears and both of us crying and trying makeup sex which makes me panic because I'm convinced something is wrong" while refusing to do anything about your disgusting self is undeniably male behaviour, ain't no surgery changing that

[goldennikko]

BELOVED UNNIE — le sserafim

summary : you're a tough person who never showed any signs of weakness, but then you got sick and the group went live, so you had no choice but to join them. you didn't let anyone know, but one of the girls noticed and the fans watched as they doted on you.

pairing : le sserafim x 6th member!reader

tags : f!reader ; idol!au ; reader is '98 liner ; platonic!eunchae ; but the other girls adore you (romantically or platonically? who knows)

requested: ✘

word count : 4k

you had been feeling awful since the moment you woke up. you were burning up, but you also wanted to spend the entire day wrapped up in a burrito. unfortunately for you, the group had to go to the hybe building, and here you were in the freezing dance practice room, wrapped up in yunjin's jacket, which wasn't enough to keep the cold at bay.

"ah, unnie is here!" chaewon said, waving you over. she hadn't noticed you leave the room before and got worried when they started the live and you weren't there.

the other girls cheered, with yunjin being the loudest of all. you smiled, but the noise made the painful throbbing in your head worse.

when you were within reach, chaewon grabbed your wrist and pulled you to sit next to her. you tried not to wince at her strength; her grip wasn't tight, but the pull shook you enough to make you dizzy. you managed to sit next to her, waving and greeting the fans that were watching.

"hi, everyone~" your throat was scratchy, so your voice sounded a little different than usual, and sakura noticed it, leaning forward to look at you, but brushed it off when she saw you bouncing excitedly next to chaewon as the short-haired read the comment intended for you.

the girls gazed at you with adoration in their eyes as you answered the question. the fans pointed it out, causing eunchae to look at her unnies with a disgusted expression on her face.

you saw the maknae through the phone screen and burst out laughing. despite their confusion, the girls laughed along, founding you absolutely adorable.

"what? what? why are you laughing?" sakura asked.

you pointed at eunchae and she made the same face when you asked her to, the girls joined in on your laughter.  your leader, on the other hand, kept a wary eye on you as you hid your face in your elbow.

chaewon grabbed your thigh and squeezed it to get your attention while they were busy with eunchae. you looked at her, brows furrowed in silent question. you slightly backed away from her as she leaned in close, not wanting any of your members to be near you at the moment.

chaewon narrowed her eyes. that was strange. you liked affection and didn't mind when the girls clung to you, so seeing you flinch away from her when she hadn't even done anything was strange.

you smiled nervously. "everything okay?"

i should be the one asking you that, chaewon thought as she observed your rather pale face, but had to look away from you when sakura called for her.

you sighed, mentally thanking sakura for drawing chaewon's attention away from you. your leader was too observant, or perhaps she just enjoyed watching you so much that she noticed everything about you.

however, the way she held onto your thigh and the look she gave you before turning away told you the conversation wasn't over.

a dance battle was suddenly proposed. you had no idea who suggested it and you didn't really care who because you were too busy panicking when you saw yunjin approaching you.

the dance battle was apparently going to be by pair and yunjin had chosen you as hers. the american slid across the floor on her knees, grabbing your hands that were covered by her jacket sleeves, finding it cute because her jacket almost swallowed you whole. 

despite the pounding in your head, you laughed at her antics, causing yunjin to smile widely. her heart skipped a beat as she moved her face closer to yours. unfortunately, you couldn't pull away this time because she was holding you in place.

"be my partner, unnie." yunjin dramatically said, causing the girls to squeal while everyone in the comment section was going crazy.

you giggled and leaned down to rest your forehead on her shoulders, trying to play it off. when in reality, you were wincing against the fabric of her shirt. too loud, you thought.

"yes, yes. i'll be your partner." you murmured.

yunjin, thinking you were shy, let go of your hands and wrapped her arms around your body. you recovered quickly and rubbed her back, albeit hesitantly, before giving your hand to yunjin, who gently helped you to your feet.

sakura and kazuha had teamed up, leaving chaewon and eunchae together. yunjin had her arm around your shoulders, keeping you close, while chaewon scoured the comment section for a song to dance to. it took her a bit long because the leader would cast an occasional glance your way, watching you close your eyes for a brief moment. yunjin was too busy teasing everyone else to notice your struggle.

chaewon opted to choose a song at random, which was run bts. when the song started, yunjin quickly pulled you to the center and your body automatically moved to the music. sakura and eunchae were cheering for you both, while kazuha stood there silently in awe, clapping her hands. 

you nailed the dance as usual, but chaewon couldn't help but notice the stagger every now and then from your part.

the leader was convinced that something was wrong with you at this point. after you had finished dancing, yunjin wrapped her arms around your waist and lifted you off your feet. as she spun the two of you around, you squealed and clutched her shoulders for dear life, masking your wince with a smile that didn't reach your eyes.

"we'll go next!" sakura volunteered and kazuha tailed her. 

sakura crossed her arms and raised her brows at yunjin as the duo stood in front of you. the american gently put you back to your feet and you staggered slightly due to the room spinning, causing both the american and the ballerina to reach out to steady you.

"i'm sorry!" yunjin laughed, apologetic eyes trained on you. you waved her away, assuring sakura, who was worried as well before they were back to their silly antics.

"we will defeat you." sakura playfully said and yunjin played along, staring her down. "bring it on, unnie."

kazuha had switched sides, clinging to the sleeve of your jacket, while you simply chuckled at the scene before you two. you turned to her and finally saw the innocent eyes she was giving you. 

you recognized that look, the hug me please look. 

normally, you would give her a big hug, but you only wrapped an arm around her waist and squeezed her before pulling away. 

"hug please~" unsatisfied, the japanese pouted and whined, but you chuckled and patted her stomach.

"good luck, my zuha." you encouraged the ballerina.

that was enough for her, for now at least, and she beamed while thanking you. she was still going to get that hug later.

the japanese ballerina was too cute. 

you walked away from the chaos, eunchae had joined them, and chaewon approached you with her arms wide open. you wanted to avoid her, but you were reminded of the live when sakura and eunchae briefly conversed with the fans, so you let chaewon hug you.

"shit. you're hot, unnie." she hissed quietly, one hand wrapping around your nape.

even if she didn't touch you, she could feel the heat you were emitting, but you were burning hot when her palm touched your skin. it's so hot that you could cook an egg on it. she narrowed her eyes at you, but worry was swimming in them.

you let out a sigh. there was no denying it any longer, but that didn't mean you couldn't dismiss her concern.

"i know, chaewon-ie. thank you." you joked and the shorter girl blushed heavily.

while that was correct, chaewon did not intend it that way. you chuckled, which caused the girl to glare up at you, and you raised your brows in amusement. 

"you look like a chipmunk right now." you teased, ruffling her hair and walking past her.

chaewon was frustrated by your insufferable behavior at times. by that, she meant you always hiding it when you're not feeling well and acting casually about it even when confronted.

you sat on the floor and rested your head against the wall. the coolness of it reduced the intense pounding in your head. you melted against it. you noticed yunjin going to the phone to select a song for the japanese duo, but your attention was drawn to chaewon, who left the room after one last look at you.

you sighed. she was going to tell the manager for sure. you couldn't dwell on the thought for long, though, because you felt a weight on your lap. when you opened your eyes, you locked gazes with eunchae in the mirror.

"hi, unnie." the maknae grinned.

"hey, baby gorl~" you sang jokingly, making the young girl giggle uncontrollably, your fingers poking her sides. she wiggled as she tried to avoid you, but ended up melting against you.

whatever your circumstances were, you couldn't push everyone's favorite baby off you, so you let eunchae rest on you. you were relieved that you were fully clothed from head to toe to avoid any accidental direct skin contact.

you didn't want to worry her or anyone else in the group, so you didn't tell them. you were the oldest and they were all your responsibility, including chaewon, even though she was the leader.

yunjin had finally chosen a song, to which the japanese duo danced, with the three of you cheering them on. the american found herself standing next to both of your sitting forms, shouting encouraging words. eunchae was doing the same thing, though not as dramatically as yunjin, but more dramatically than you.

although you were in pain, sitting between your two loud members while sick was totally not ideal, you shouted along.

chaewon slipped inside quietly and your gaze was drawn down to the plastic bag she was carrying. yunjin and eunchae were too busy yelling to notice and the leader was concerned to see you now openly wincing behind eunchae, making sure to keep your face hidden from the camera.

too much. it was too much, you thought.

when sakura and kazuha finished dancing and everyone clapped, dramatic compliments were thrown everywhere, you broke eye contact with chaewon. you were just smiling and nodding as you rested your chin on eunchae's shoulder.

"cheer me on, unnie!" the maknae yelled, pointing at you as she stood up from your lap.

you grinned, putting your hands on top of where your heart should be. "i'm your biggest fan, baby gorl! hong eunchae! hong eunchae! hong eunchae!"

"why are you cheering them on, but not us?" kazuha chimed in, pouting at you.

kazuha was just joking, everyone knew that, but you freaked out. you flailed your arms in an attempt to deny it, but eunchae's laugh fueled the entire situation. yunjin was also not helping, the american was making fun of both of you.

"ooh, unnie~ even i will be jealous, too!" yunjin laughed at your pouting face before turning to the japanese ballerina, delivering a smack to her arm, causing kazuha to fly off to the side.

"no, no, no!"

meanwhile, sakura stood there, mindlessly swiping through the screen for a song to play. she had a small smile on her lips as you defend yourself against yunjin and kazuha, who had joined forces. by that point, eunchae was wailing on the floor. she only looked away when chaewon approached, tilting her head at the plastic bag she handed her.

"what's this?" sakura queried, but took it from the short-haired girl.

chaewon sighed, running a hand through her short hair in frustration. "y/n unnie is sick. she's burning hot right now."

sakura's eyes widened as she fixed her gaze on you. it made sense to her now why your voice sounded like that the whole time and why you appeared pale even from a distance.

the second eldest had also noticed your random staggerings earlier, but blamed it on the adrenaline coursing through your veins. even when you were sick, you seemed excited, but she would admit it was toned down a little.

sakura sighed. she placed far too much trust in you, but she should have known better. the japanese ushered chaewon to the center of the room, where everyone was still arguing.

"i'll handle this." sakura said and chaewon walked away, leaving the older girl to quickly select a song.

"stop, stop!" chaewon stressed out, dissolving the play fight between you.

you caught chaewon's eyes as you assisted eunchae from the floor. you gave her a subtle thumbs up and she curtly nodded before taking eunchae with her, the music finally playing in the background.

"wooh! go, baby gorl!" yunjin yelled while kazuha clapped excitedly from next to her, cheering along.

"chaewon-ah! you look so good!" you cheered teasingly and chaewon briefly glanced at you, scrunching her nose in disapproval, but you didn't miss the blush across her cheeks.

they began to dance and everyone erupted into cheers before you noticed sakura staring at you. she waved you over and you gave the leader and maknae one last cheer before approaching her. you were given a light pinch on the cheek once you arrived and you yelped in response to her affection slash brutal action and pouted at the japanese.

"you should've told us." 

sakura handed you the water bottle and medicine, a disapproving look on her face. you sighed and avoided her gaze, not liking the disappointment in it before downing what you were given.

"i didn't want to worry you girls." you murmured.

sakura reached up to take your face in her hands, her frown deepening as she felt the intense heat on your face, and caressed your jaw with her thumbs.

"i know we're the oldest here. you're the oldest among us. but let us worry about you as well." sakura scolded lightly and you nodded, sighing in defeat.

you both joined the girls and distributed the extra water bottles brought by chaewon. yunjin, kazuha, and eunchae noticed your interaction with sakura and gave you two a puzzled look. you exchanged a look with your fellow '98 liner, who nodded, indicating she'd explain what was going on.

while you and chaewon were diverting the attention of the fans, sakura quietly gathered the girls behind you two.

"unnie is sick?!" yunjin whisper-yelled. 

"yeah, she's hot." sakura mindlessly said, watching you carefully.

"she is." kazuha replied with a firm nod.

sakura shook her head frantically, she didn't mean to say you were hot like that. yunjin simply laughed in agreement with the ballerina. eunchae's jaw dropped to the floor before her expression turned into one of disgust and punched yunjin's arm, causing the american to laugh even harder.

their concerns returned when you turned around and left chaewon to cough into your elbow. yunjin was the first to approach you with her arms outstretched. you accepted her hug and watched as sakura dragged eunchae with her to the leader. you laughed at the maknae as she whined, wanting to console you.

while you relished yunjin's warmth, kazuha reached out to touch your forehead. the heat you were giving off caused the ballerina to scrunch her nose. yunjin rubbed her cheek against yours, her brows furrowed. you noticed their concern, so you smiled and patted yunjin's lower back while tapping kazuha's chin.

"i'm okay. it's just a fever." you whispered.

yunjin grimaced. "you're too hot, unnie."

"i know. thank you, babe." you grinned cheekily.

yunjin laughed at your confidence and backed away, allowing kazuha to take her place. as yunjin rubbed your back, the american watched you bury your face in kazuha's neck.

"don't blame me if you get sick afterwards." you mumbled.

kazuha swayed you gently. "you didn't give me a hug earlier." the ballerina pouted.

"okay, okay, my zuha. i'm giving you one now, aren't i?"

kazuha hummed happily in response.

yunjin smiled and leaned down to whisper in your ear, her lips brushing against your hot skin. "join us in a bit, unnie."

you gave her an almost unnoticeable nod because you were melting against kazuha, and yunjin kissed you on the head before joining the others.

kazuha's silence and warmth were soothing. the first part of the live was so chaotic that it was unbearable due to your headache, but you didn't want to worry the girls, so you stayed. 

but now the ballerina was providing you with the soothing silence you craved. 

kazuha didn't move and let you rest on her.

"come on, zuha, let's join them."

the ballerina was disappointed when you pulled away a moment later and dragged her back to the group, but she didn't say anything. eunchae quickly clung to your arm and sakura immediately asked you a question about something she had seen minutes before.

the girls fell silent as you explained your side of the debate, and yunjin listened intently while scanning the comments section, but then she noticed a comment.

i love how the girls go quiet when y/n is speaking <3

that reminds yunjin of the earlier chaos and she scolded herself internally for being too loud around you. eunchae was thinking the same thing because she had noticed yunjin freeze next to her and had read the comment as well. 

the maknae pouted sadly, her grip tightening unconsciously around your arm, causing you to look down at the girl. you made a mental note to ask her later and opted to pat her on the head instead.

the girls continued to shower you with affection while being mindful of the volume of their voices around you. you had to end the live a few minutes later because your manager, whom chaewon had called earlier to take you all home, had knocked on the door.

you waved goodbye to the camera and soon found yourself in the back of the van with yunjin and eunchae, which you used as an opportunity to question the maknae about what had caused her behavior to change.

"eunchae?" the youngest hummed while the rest of the girls perked up at your voice. "everything okay?"

you didn't miss the way yunjin's and eunchae's shoulders tense up in response to your question. you ignored the other girls who turned around to listen and cast a brief glance at the american, but she avoided your gaze, so you focused on eunchae.

you tapped her chin to make her look at you as she had moved her gaze to her lap. "mind telling me?"

eunchae hesitated, but your soft gaze assured her that you weren't mad. you were tired, yes, but you were not mad.

"were we too loud?"

you blinked, perplexed by her question, and simply chuckled. you felt yunjin's gaze on you, so you briefly met her gaze before tapping eunchae's chin again to console her.

"yes, everyone was, but you didn't know i was sick. it's okay, princess."

"sorry." yunjin murmured.

you nudged the american, making her look at you. you raised your brows at her. "what did i just say, hm?"

yunjin pouted and buried her face in your hair while eunchae grumbled her argument. you only chuckled and comforted the girls in your arms. chaewon and sakura had taken out their phones to take photos, while kazuha looked like she wants to leave her seat and join you three.

but they were relieved to hear you say that, too.

"but please, unnie, tell us if you're not feeling well." chaewon joined in.

the spotlight was back on you in an instant.

you apologetically smiled and nodded. "sorry."

"that's why you stole my jacket." yunjin pointed out.

you grimaced at her sparkling eyes. "i prefer the term borrowed, jen, but yes."

yunjin shook her head. "stole, unnie. stole."

sakura chuckled at your banter. "hopefully, there won't be next time, but tell us. you hear me, l/n?" she scolded lightly.

"rely on us, too, unnie." kazuha mumbled, but you heard her.

apart from sakura, kazuha relied heavily on you for her korean because you can also speak japanese. you looked after her during her trainee days and continued to do so; you would even accompany her when she wanted to go exploring. the ballerina desired that you rely on her to repay the favor.

not only her, but the rest of the girls, too.

chaewon relied on you and sakura. as the leader, she felt a lot of pressure, so you were always there to give her comfort, assurances, and lots of hugs. when it became too much, you'd take charge. she'd find herself making her way to your room in the middle of the night to ask for it and you'd always give without complaint.

when the hate over her debuting again became unbearable, sakura turned to you. you always know when that happens and the japanese will cling to you while you reassure her. the first time it happened was when you came home late from an individual schedule and caught her in the living room. after that, you cooked her favorite japanese food despite the fact that all you wanted to do at the time was pass out on your bed.

kazuha was there, too, but she had no idea what was happening and just joined you because she caught the smell from her room.

when yunjin arrived in hybe, you were the first person she met. you were her first friend there, so she was more attached to you than to anyone else. you were always there to reassure her that she, too, deserved to make her debut, but perhaps the timing wasn't quite right. that's how you and the american met; she was crying about it in a practice room, and you took her out to dinner afterwards.

finally, eunchae, whom you had claimed as your daughter. everyone knew not to mess with eunchae because you'd always be there to back your daughter, no matter what. she'd cling to you whenever she missed her family and you'd give her the affection she craved.

and you, you were tough, and chaewon sometimes curses you for being tough. you were the oldest, so you always tried your hardest to keep your cool so you could be there for the other girls. 

they hadn't seen you in a vulnerable state. 

and now, you were sick; even if it was a minor thing, the girls would do their best to nurse you back to health.

you sighed, but a smile was on your face. "okay."

"good. you're sleeping with me, unnie." chaewon's sudden announcement caused a commotion inside the van.

"no way." the girls immediately said in unison and yunjin even added another comment to emphasize her disapproval. "what are you saying?"

chaewon crossed her arms. "i need to monitor her temperature."

sakura quickly shook her head. "i can do that, chaewon. leave it to me."

yunjin leaned forward and made a 'x' with her arms. "unnie is sleeping with me!"

"i want to take care of unnie, too!" kazuha raised her voice.

"me, too." eunchae almost flew out of her seat, eager to join the argument.

you sat there, your brow furrowed in amusement. you sat quietly listening as the girls argued about who you should sleep with tonight. the girls' antics were amusing, but your head was pounding again, and you could tell your manager was concerned by the way he looked at you, so you stepped in.

"quiet."

the girls quieted down at your commanding, albeit scratchy, voice, and you almost coughed because you had raised your voice so much that it irritated your throat. they looked at you, sheepish and apologetic, and you sighed.

"everyone will sleep in the living room. we'll make a pillow fort."

because their beloved unnie's words are their command, they exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement. you sighed and closed your eyes, yunjin resting her head on yours and eunchae leaning against your shoulders.

"no more hiding, okay?" sakura told you later on as you got out of the van. 

"promise, kkura." you gave her a gentle smile and nod, squeezing her hand before dragging her into the dorm.

they may be annoyingly loud at times, but you love them for it.

but you do wish they'd tone it down for the time being before your head explodes.

nikko note: this is a bit too long, i hope that's okay? i'm so sorry. how was it? T^T anyway, hope you enjoyed it! thanks for reading!

[oracle-of-dream]

I LOVEEEEE your writing sm especially the riize nct and enha ones (frankly cause i only write fics of them) THE SUNGCHAN ONE I LOVEEEE it and i also love the emha series i hope it doesnt get shelved <//3 BUT ALSO SWEETNESS i hope you inspire alot of writers cause istg the riize x male reader space is SO SMALL LIKE theres probably 3 and 1 just uses the tag cause a riize member is a second lead and even the enha x male reader its suddenly all dead apparently

if you dont mind also i love the sungchan x male reader fic you did i requested it help but i cant really relate to it cause a. my fem ass cant and b. will NEVER work out fuck weights so if you can you dont have to have smut where an insecure fem gay reader thinking sungchan might not be into him cause hes either het or into masc gays so his shock when he confessed he was into him you could decide anything else thank youuuuuu

An interesting request! I don't really think about if the male POV is providing a masc or fem vibe, more that they're male. I don't really describe physical characteristics for the male POV so they're a blank slate, but I think I'll give this a shot! I may... change things a little though. As for my other work, thank you so much for liking it! I want to continue the Enha work, but I added more to my plate so I need to catch up!

Unexpected

PLEASE READ WARNINGS CLOSELY, TRIGGER WARNINGS

Summary: You've always tried to be closed off to the world around you, as hateful as it is. But one person seems to shine better than the rest, Sungchan is the only person who understands you.

Warnings: Male Reader, Attempted SA, Bullying, Homophobia, Forced undressing, Violence

Wordcount: 2.2k

Your forehead grew colder as you laid your head on the desk, looking out the window. Students laughed and talked all around you but you couldn't hear anyone. Birds in the sky, students coming to school, teachers giving lectures were all irrelevant to you when he was around... Sungchan, one of the more popular students in your class sat across the room from you. You'd known him since you were little but always kept your distance, never trying to enter his bubble.

Being openly gay put a target on your back, but you were happy not to have to hide that about yourself from anyone. The beatings were something to hide from. Most of the time you'd been picked on for being "girly", or talking funny, or some would beat you up for looking gay.

But not Sungchan. He always treated you so kindly. He'd offer his jacket, leave a snack on your desk between classes, and smile at you as you passed him in the hallway.

Your heart flew anytime you saw him. But you also knew he was just being nice. Because he's a nice person. Other than being nice, he was another straight guy who put up a front to look good in front of the girls who swooned over him. Even though you couldn't stop yourself from glancing at him, you couldn't risk your heart. You'd imagined it; asking Sungchan out and seeing the disgusted look on his face as he pushed you away, probably running off to tell everyone what you'd done.

"Y/n, you'll be partnered with Sungchan for the assignment. Now that everyone's been assigned a partner, I expect it to be done and ready to be turned in by tomorrow!" Your teacher's words snapped you out of your horrible daydream. You looked around to try and catch what you'd missed. A partner assignment, some sort of book report, and you had to be partnered with him–of all people.

You tried to pack your things quickly, maybe if you rushed out the door before he caught you–

"Y/n! We're partners!" Sungchan spoke to you cheerfully as he sat in the empty seat near you.

You lowered your head and looked at him. "Yes, seems so," You mumbled.

"We were assigned about LGBTQ rights for the book report."

You rolled your eyes. Of course, you have to report on LGBTQ rights. You sighed as you packed your things into your bag, ignoring Sungchan, and headed for the door.

He followed you closely. "So did you want to meet up somewhere? Like a cafe? Or even my place?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of you, alone with Sungchan at his house. But you steeled your resolve. "You shouldn't stand so close to me, they might hate you too," You said as you walked a little faster to gain some distance.

Sungchan's long legs made it too easy to keep at your heels. "Hate me too? Someone hates you, who?"

You shrugged. "Every girl who sees me talking with you, and maybe almost every boy in the school."

"Why?"

"Don't be irritating."

"I'm not trying to be, I just want to understand!" Sungchan tried to step in front of you but you sidestepped him.

You looked over your shoulder at him. "Don't. You'll ruin things for yourself, and I'll get the worst of the hate."

Sungchan grabbed the back of your bag, pulling you to him as you tried to walk off. "At least give me your number to talk about the project. Then I'll let you go." Eyes started landing on you as Sungchan held you in place. You could hear them laughing, and teasing, and the sneers on their faces were like always. You quickly and softly told Sungchan your number, with just enough time to run before he could reply.

You ran out the school doors, around the corner, and down a few blocks. Your chest heaved to catch the air it lost, but you kept walking to put more distance between you and school. You were safer that way. Eventually, you felt calm enough to stop rushing and listened to music the rest of the way home. Music made school bearable–the whole world fell silent and moved at the pace of your songs.

Around the corner from your house, you felt a sharp tug on the back of your bag–strong enough to knock you off your feet. You hit the ground and turned to see boys from your school, they were playing basketball with Sungchan...

"Stay the hell away from Sungchan, Fag!" One shouted.

The others shouted similar comments as you tried to stay low, not looking up at them. It was better not to look at them.

You tried to crawl away but felt a sharp pain in your side as a foot collided with your side, making you crumple to the ground. The air knocked out of you as you tried not to spit up on the sidewalk.

"You think you can leave!? Gonna cry to Sungchan? Wait, what if he's turned Sungchan gay!?"

Your skin ran cold. You knew people who hated you for you, but you hated it when people hated others for who you were.

"He's not gay, he was just helping me," You groaned.

"Defending your boyfriend now? Sungchan must be gay like you–he'll even try to fuck us!" Another blow to your stomach as the boys started to crowd around you, dragging you into an alley. You were so close to home, to safety. But you could see your street getting smaller as they pulled you away, without the strength to fight back.

"W-What do we do now?" The boys chatted with each other about what to do with you now that they had you. You'd been tied up tightly with shoelaces and leaned against a wall while they huddled in a circle. "Well... We could–" The boys got quieter as they listened to the idea. Then their attention turned to you. Fear climbed up like a spider as two boys tried pulling off your pants.

"What the fuck!? Don't touch me!" You kicked at them but others joined in to restrain you.

Tears streamed down your face in fear and embarrassment as your pants were cast aside, leaving you in your underwear. The boys hesitated as they looked around, down the alley, and back at you. Your eyes were full of hate as you waited for their next move. One turned on their camera and started filming as two others slid down their pants. "Just open your mouth, gay boy. You've gone through this before, haven't you? If you want to be a girl so bad, then we'll make you one."

You squirmed and cried, your eyes closed. You were helpless as these guys were about to have their way with you, recording every second. You couldn't do anything but cry as your heart pleaded for someone. Anyone. Help!

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing to him!?"

Your eyes shot open to see Sungchan running down the alley at full speed. He jumped and kicked the closest guy, knocking him on the ground, and started punching his way to you. It wasn't long before they gave up and ran away, leaving you behind.

Sungchan chased the group a bit before turning back to you. He threw his jacket over your legs. "Are you okay? You hurt?"

You nod. "I'm fine," Your voice was weak and shaky.

Sungchan untied you and helped you to your feet. You couldn't help but feel mortified as you were half-naked in front of him, but you were grateful he saved you when he did.

"Thank you," You said softly. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, it was too embarrassing, but you could feel his eyes scanning you.

"Is your house nearby? Or should we go to my house, it's close. I can run and get you pants."

You shook your head, "My house is around the corner."

Sungchan started unbuttoning his pants, making you panic and turn around. "What are you doing!?" You shouted.

"You can't walk around without pants."

"W-What about you!?"

"You can give them back when we get to your place."

You felt Sungchan's pants fall onto your shoulder, still warm from their owner. You went to uncover yourself but stopped. "Can you look away please?"

"Right!" Sungchan turned around as he waited for you to change.

Once you slipped on his pants, which were much larger than you expected and sagged around your waist, you hit his arm. "Let's go, you perv."

"How am I a perv!?"

You didn't respond as you led him to your house, cautious of any neighbors who may be watching. Thankfully your parents were out of town, so no one could've been home to see you bringing in a handsome half-naked man with you. Inside, you took Sungchan to your bedroom and let him sit on your bed as you changed into other clothes. You also gave him his pants back.

"Thank you again, for saving me," You say as you sit on the bed.

"It's not a problem. You needed help and my body just moved." Sungchan made a gesture like he was being pulled forward.

"You're not my neighbor, or even in my neighborhood, so how did I get so lucky to have you save me?"

Sungchan's face turned pinkish. "Well, we have the project and we needed to finish it. I asked if anyone knew where you lived and the teacher gave it to me," Sungchan played with his shirt while explaining.

"That's very illegal for the teacher to do. But since it saved me, I'll skip on suing. And you could've just called me!"

"I-I don't know! I just wanted to see you again and I felt like you would've told me where you lived if I'd asked."

Your heart skipped. Sungchan wanted to see you.

"And I'll make sure those guys never bother you again," Sungchan's expression darkened at the thought of the boys who'd jumped you. "I just don't understand why they'd do it."

You laughed wryly, "They thought I turned you gay and that you were my boyfriend. Saying we're both gay and that we'd turn all the other boys gay..."

"Why would they–"

"It doesn't matter. You don't see me like that, so I don't have a chance." You cut him off sharply, the pain in your chest was too much. Having to say out loud that you had no chance with Sungchan made your heart crumble.

"And if you did have a chance?" Sungchan scooted closer to you.

"What?"

"If you had a chance to ask me out. Would you?"

You blushed. "I-I don't know. Maybe!"

Sungchan leaned closer toward you. "Would I have a chance if I asked you out?"

Your heart raced, your palms sweaty, and your eyes could only see Sungchan's sweet face. "Um, maybe?"

"I'll try something, and if either of us don't like it then we can stop," Sungchan suggested, looking in your eyes for confirmation. You nodded slowly, allowing Sungchan to initiate a kiss. First a peck, then moving into a full-blown kiss. His hand found your waist as he pulled you closer to him, making you yelp which he used as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hands gripped his shoulders as his tongue explored you, meeting your tongue, and earning excited twitches from you. When you separated, a single strand of spit connected you before it broke. "How do you feel?" Sungchan asked.

You nodded. "I liked it, a lot."

"Then, can we kiss more often? As boyfriends?"

You jumped to your feet on instinct. "But you're straight!"

He shrugged, "Bisexual if you need an argument."

"So you mean?"

Sungchan laughed. "I've been into you since we were kids. I never knew it was something more than feeling strongly about a friend. When we hit middle school, I realized I had a crush on you but you started distancing yourself from me. And by the time we hit high school, you treated me almost like a stranger... I thought I'd done something wrong."

"I was only avoiding you because I knew I was gay and had a crush on you!"

Sungchan kissed your lips. "Then we both learned something." You giggled as Sungchan attacked you with kisses, tackling you into the bed as he cuddled you. "I think I've been in love with you for a while, and being this close to you is making my body crazy..."

You tensed. "You mean like..." Sungchan nodded, his breathing heavy as his eyes focused on your lips. "We should take things a little slower, right?" You pushed Sungchan off you, as he whined.

"Of course, whatever you want, babe."

"B-Babe?!"

Sungchan smiled. "I need to call you a nickname now. I'll keep trying more until we find something you get attached to." You rolled your eyes, embarrassed. Sungchan picked up his backpack and pulled out his textbook. "Let's knock this report out, then we can cuddle."

The next day after Sungchan had gone home, your phone blew up with texts. He was constantly checking in with you, making sure you were alright. He even sent a text of the group of boys, kneeling in the principal's office as a punishment while they got yelled at.

Everything seemed brighter and better with Sungchan. And he loved to show you off, holding your hands in the halls to tell everyone about the unexpected change. No one dared to speak out against Sungchan, so you spent more time at school learning rather than running...

[spahhzy]

Jaune was just enjoying his coffee. He went down to the coffee shop with his friends from Beacon, Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren.

Jaune took a sip and let out a satisfied sigh as his team all looked equally content.

*tap tap tap*

Jaune looked behind him to see... a girl his friend Ruby talked about, she was a transfer student from one of the other kingdoms.

Jaune: Hey, uh...Mint? Was it?

The girl, now identified as Mint, just nodded before pulling out her scroll and typing something before showing it to him.

Mint: My friend over there thinks you're really cute.

Jaune just blushed at the message before Mint pointed out to a young lady. She had pink and brown hair that matched with her eyes, but what captivated Jaune the most was that smile.

It was such a beautiful smile that hid something underneath. What that was? Jaune wasn't so sure.

Neo: 👋

Jaune just waved back before turning his attention back to his friends.

Ren: Was that one of the transfers? What did she want, Jaune?

Jaune: Heh, nothing, just saying hello.

Nora: Ah, see your legend as 'Doctor Leader' is making rounds Jaune-Jaune!

Pyrrha: ...

Jaune: You alright, Pyr?

Pyrrha: Yes! Of course! Let's all finish our coffee and go about our day, hmm?

She gets up and leaves without another word.

Jaune raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. He went to grab his thermos but was surprised to see it...crumpled up.

Jaune: Aww man....this was my favorite one.

Jaune just tossed his crushed thermos into the trash and paid the bill before stuffing his hands into his pockets but not before feeling a scrap of paper rub up against his hand. Pulling out the piece of paper, Jaune opened it up, to which it contained number and a note.

'Text me sometime ;)' xxx-xxx-xxxx -Neo.

Jaune just looked up from the note and back to where that beautiful lady was...only to find she had vanished.

Jaune just stared at the note again and let a big smile appear on his face.

Pyrrha: You coming, Jaune?

Jaune: coming!

Jaune stuffed the paper back into his pocket and followed after his friends.

Meanwhile, in a limousine ride...

Roman: You look awfully chipper?

Neo didn't pay attention to Roman, as she just kept her eyes glued to the window as her mind kept thinking about the boy with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Ah, just thinking about him made her head spin.

He seemed so...familiar to her, though something that would be something she would have to look into...

But, the time for pleasure would have to wait. Work came first.

The vehicle came to a stop outside of an abandoned construction sight outside of town.

Roman: Alright, Kiddo, let's go pay this potential clientele a visit and see what they have to offer.

Neo rolled her eyes as they both exited the vehicle, to which they were greeted with a girl with mint colored hair.

???: Thus, the king of thieves makes his appearance... we've been waiting for you.

Roman: Sorry, I took the scenic route on my way here.

???: Whatever...come on.

The mint-haired girl guided them for a few minutes before coming to a stop.

???: We are here.

Roman: It's just another dusty room?

Neo tensed suddenly not liking the situation they were in.

???: Just for now, Roman...this is after all, just a social call.

Came a voice from the other side of the room as out from the shadows came a black haired woman and a behind her was a man silver hair. The mint haired tour guide took her place at the side of the woman.

Roman: So, you summoned me here in hopes of offering a 'buisness' proposition' and yet I don't even know my partners name.

???: You may call me Cinder, and these are my people, Emerald and Mercury.

Roman: Charmed...now tell me...what kind of buisness do you have in mind?

Cinder just gave a smile, one that didn't reach her eyes and one that made Neo churn with disgust.

Cinder: The kingdom of Vale at our feet.

[rowaelinsdaughter]

𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 (𝕽𝖔𝖜𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

this was painful to write, but at the same time it was an amazing experience, hope you enjoy reading this.

WARNINGS: violence, mentions of r@pe, ANGST and fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.3 (k)

You woke up on a stone floor. The smell of humidity filled what you assumed was a room... or a cell. The blindfold prevented you from seeing who or what had kidnapped you, your hands were tied with a rope so strong that you were beginning to notice the wounds on your wrists. You had blood on your head, you could tell, it must have been from the blow that left you unconscious so you  weren't able to figure out where they were taking you.

The door opened and footsteps approached you. You noticed his breath on your face, the smell of alcohol turning your stomach. His hand brushes the hair from your face, you try to move away but he grabs your face before you can move and removes the blindfold from your face.

You focus your gaze on the man in front of you, your eyes widen, and a single thought crosses your mind.

I'm dead

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Aelin moves back and forth in the meeting room where everyone is making a plan to save you. They had kidnapped you, taken you from their side, and all she could think was that it was her fault.

“We should try to trace him. The hunting dogs would be able to search for his scent.” Aedion's voice echoes through the room.

“No, no dogs, it would attract too much attention. If we want to get to where they have Yn we must be discreet” This time it is Rowan who speaks “I could do a scan through the air, try to see movement in the forest”

Aelin kept moving from one side to the other. Rowan looked at Aelin and Aedion understood that they needed to talk alone. With a nod, one by one the people who had gathered left, the last to leave was Aedion, closing the doors behind him.

Rowan approached his partner, grabbed her shoulders gently, raised her head so she was looking into his eyes.

“We'll bring her home Fireheart”

Aelin nodded and Rowan could see the determination in her eyes. “I have a plan, but I need your help.”

A dark smile marked Rowan's features. "I'm all ears"

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Your whole body hurts. You didn't know how long you had been in there, but the cold had penetrated your bones and the blows they gave you made it impossible for you to move from where you were lying. The worst thing was that you didn't know when they started hitting you and when they finished, not even your fae blood could heal you like it always did.

You vaguely heard the door open, he crouched down in front of you and grabbed your hair, making you moan in pain.

“You know, you've always disgusted me, your whore mother was just like you, I took care of her after you got into the bed of those kings of yours, just like your mother, but don't worry, I took care of her and from your father. Apparently they were a couple, but no one messes with what is mine, and you, even though you don't have my blood, belong to me, because "a kick in your stomach" I was the one who fed you, your mother married me and she decided to cheat on me with the first one who got into her bed.”

Two more kicks went straight to your stomach. “I will take care of you in due time, but first I am going to enjoy myself, like I did with your mother.”

You heard a zipper lower, and in that moment all you could think about was Rowan and Aelin, and how sorry you felt.

______________________________________________________________

Yn's old house was in the middle of the forest, in an area far from any town and the capital. The house had a basement where she used to say her father used to lock her mother. She was a girl and didn't know what was happening, the only thing she knew was that she wanted to be with her mother.

Aelin never thought about fighting again like Arobynn taught her, she never thought about playing an assassin again, but this time it was different because they had taken you from her side, and she couldn't allow that.

Hiding behind one of the trees near the house, she heard Rowan's signal, he had finished off your father's henchmen. Without making a sound, she passed by the bodies that he had eliminated, opening the door, she found Rowan next to the door that would lead them to the basement, to you.

They took out one of their knives and opened the door quietly. A torch illuminated a hallway that led to three different doors, two on one side and one in front. The smell of blood permeated the hallway and they headed to the door at the end. There was no window to see inside. They prepared their knives and opened the door.

______________________________________________________________

You felt in limbo. The line between pain and consciousness, life and death was increasingly thin. The strength to fight, to survive had long ago abandoned you. You didn't want to fight, you couldn't. In the distance you heard the creak of the door again, that was the end of you, he had come to finish what he had started, you were going to meet your mother.

The sound of something falling made you try to open your eyes and strong arms surrounded you with so much tenderness and love that you thought you were dreaming. And then the smell of pine and snow mixed with jasmine, lemon verbena and sparkling embers floods your senses. You weren't dreaming. They were here. They had come to rescue you.

You open your eyes and find Rowan's green and Aelin's turquoise. Tears fell down both of their cheeks, the pain of seeing their mate reflected in them.

"Ael.."

“Shhh, calm down. Don’t talk, let’s get you out of here, okay?”

You tried to nod but Rowan holds your head and with all the delicacy in the world, he lifts you off the ground trying not to let you fall.

“ Are you going to take care of him?”

"Leave it to me"

And you knew that your father was not going to leave that house alive.

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You were in heaven, you should be, but the smell of the sheets where you sleep together every night cannot be found in heaven. Only with them.

Your body feels numb, but you weren't in agony. They had cured you then. You feel arms surrounding your torso, careful not to hurt you any more than your father had done to you. You open your eyes and the ceiling of your room welcomes you, you turn your head to the right and you find Aelin sleeping.

She feels your gaze and opens her eyes, instantly filling with tears, her hand caresses your cheek, cleaning it from the tears that were overflowing from your eyes.

"Hi…"

"Hi angel"

Rowan opens the door and a smile that he only saves for the two of you lights up his face. He walks over to the bed and lies down on your other side. He fills your face with soft kisses full of love. Aelin snuggles closer to you, hiding in your neck, and Rowan hugs you a little closer, wrapping his arm over your body and Aelin’s one, attracting you both to his body.

You knew that the recovery would be long, the imprint of the trauma would be present for the rest of your life, but you knew that Rowan and Aelin would be by your side, supporting you and caring for you as they always had.

A smile adorns your lips and between the bodies of your lovers, you manage to fall asleep.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 / 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆.

[thegoddessseris]

I dont know if your taking any writing requests rn but from your masterlist can you possibly by chance write about one of twdg characters having an eating disorder? (clem or vi work ^^) im asking bc im currently struggle with an eating disorder (im getting better) and if you dont want to write those i will take no offense to it! Thank you sm!!

ROTTEN FLESH

a twdg one-shot.

Summary: Clementine has trouble eating when suddenly, after being bitten, what she's been through all comes back together.

TW: death, eating disorder, basic twdg stuff. I warn you that it may be difficult to read this, people can be trigged, read at your own responsibility.

World Count: 785

A/N: I tried to express and contextualize it as best I could, I'm sorry if it's not as you imagined. I hope you're fine!

How much we have taken care of our bodies! We washed it, dressed it, looked after it, shaved it, quenched it thirst, fed it. We took it to the tailor, to the doctor, to the surgeon. We identified with this pet. We suffered together with it. With it we shouted, We loved. Of it we say: it is me. And suddenly this illusion collapses. What do we care about our body! We only relegate it to the rank of servant. All it takes is for anger to become a little more evil, for love to become inflamed, for hate to spread, for fear to become a little more present, and the conviction vanishes, with the importance of our body.

Is your partner surrounded by walkers? You will save him! Nobody can stop you. Did they bite you? You don't care.

Leave those shreds of meat as a pledge to anyone who wants them. You thought you cared so much, but instead you realize that's not the case.

The pain in the leg persisted for weeks, but over time it stopped bleeding and healed.

But the pain didn't stop.

That pain remained persistent, it remained in the shadows at the corner of the room, the ghost of my leg that I still seemed to be able to move, in the nightmares that kept me awake at night, in the smell of rotten meat that every food released.

In that feeling in my stomach, like it twisted and my sense of smell screamed every time I had food in front of me. But for some reason, they didn't seem to understand it. They thought I had a medical problem, when in reality it was very clear my mind was playing tricks on me. Lee would know how to help me.

Lee.

I often dream of him, but they are not those sweet dreams in which we are together on the train, but nightmares in which I am forced to see him die repeatedly. To see his conscience abandon his body, and his flesh prepare to rot.

And I think it's because finally, after all these hectic years, At Ericson Boarding School, we stopped and had the time and the chance to catch our breath, it all hit me at once. All the losses. All the pain. All the corpses who had rot.

''you have to eat, Clem.'' Violet repeated to me softly like a mantra. But every time I looked at the plate, I thought I saw that rotten meat, and I couldn't help but want to throw up. That feeling of disgust and hatred I felt when I looked at the rabbit meat on that plate didn't go away, no matter how hard I tried. I might as well stop trying to eat, I just couldn't.

I might as well have starve to death.

A few hours had probably passed, and Violet was sitting with me on my bed, trying in every way to get me to eat something, with little success.

''Clem, what's wrong with you? If you don't eat you won't have the strength to use crutches'' she insisted, looking at me with a worried expression. I only avoided her gaze, with my arms folded on my lap. ''Clem, talk to me''

''you…don't understand'' I replied, closing my eyes. That rotten smell was bothering me, even if it wasn't real.

Maybe it was me who was rotting away, not the food.

''then let me understand!'' said the blond haired girl next to me, in a slightly higher tone of voice. ''Talk to me Clem, please.'' she said in a pleading voice.

''After I was bitten… something in me changed. I thought I would die, that my fate would be the same as… Lee's.'' I said in a small voice, opening my eyes and sighing, still avoiding her gaze which I could clearly feel on me. ''But then AJ saved me. And we had time to rest, to be at peace. And this is what I've been waiting for my whole life, but by taking a break, by stopping running… it all came back at once, and it overwhelmed me.”

''What do you mean?'' she replied in a worried tone, and when I turned to look at her, I could see the concern on her face.

''I remember them all. All the bodies of the one who I loved.. their bodies rotting.'' I said.

''We were children, and we are thrown into a war bigger than us,'' she said softly, putting down the plate she was holding and placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

''And what does that make us?'' I said. This was the only reality I fully experienced.

Not yet corpse,

still, we rot.

If you are having a hard time, or are having trouble with an eating disorder, seek help. Talk to a trusted adult or contact an appropriate helpline in your area. You are not alone.

[writingsofwesteros]

modern Tywin x Robyn au.

He sees her at a function. She's Robert's young new trophy wife. Robert is super sleazy and touchy with her. He and Tywin get drinks together and he can't stop talking about how hot and tight her young cunt is. How she moans and is so sweet and submissive.

Tywin knows Robert must be a shitty husband who's drunk and only cares about his pleasure.

He's super enamoured of how smart and nice and genuine Robyn is and decides to take her for a real pleasurable fuck.

Robyn is super reluctant and wants to just do her duty. But Tywin all but forces his dominant sexy self onto her, refusing to let her lie back and take it like a bitch as Robert has her, but forcing her to enjoy it and gives her some real pleasure.!

Please write this one shot!!

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

The booming, drunk laughter of Robert Baratheon moved through the business gathering. Robyn fought against the eye roll threatening to come over her as she sipped gracefully at the champagne in her hand. The bright, blood red nails matching her lips perfectly. Her long diamond earrings glittering under the lights of the reception room; matching diamonds adorning her neck and wrists as well.

A soft gasp escaped her before she could stop it as the familiar, groping feel of her husband’s hand came onto her hip. “Hm, my wife.” He drunkenly slurred. As ever, Robyn’s pretty mask slipped into place. “Robert…” Her voice was so sweet and gentle; as ever. His hand slowly began to move to her arse now as he leaned closer.

The soft, innocent looking white dress clung to her figure perfectly. Gods, he was gross, especially when the drink had a hold of him. “We should leave soon.” His words fumbled from his mouth some more as he tried to whisper. The disgust she felt was simmering just below the surface as it always was but she had to do her duty.

“We should.” Robyn hummed her faux agreement, which had Robert’s smile widening across his face. His already dark eyes flashing with desire. “I shall say our goodbyes.” He whispered into her ear once more; cockiness dripping from his tone that Robyn tried to ignore. He nearly stumbled back to his brothers and business partners.

The goodbyes would be long; Robyn knew this. She had time to fix herself up and calm down. Chewing nervously onto her plump, bottom lip Robyn began to make her way towards the restroom. As she walked through the crowds with ease; the wolf did not realise the bright eyes of a Lion following her every move as he stepped forward to stalk her.

Tywin had been eyeing up the Stark girl longer than just this business party. Ever since the wedding if he was truthful to himself. “Excuse me.” Tywin whispered; the nods of respect coming his way as he continued his walk. He could feel his desire only building with each step as he watched the little wolf move into the private area.

Those eyes of his moved over her body; the material perfect around her tight looking arse. A near groan escaped him as his imagination ran wild. She would beg so prettily, Tywin thought to himself as the door fell shut behind him. Dark amusement danced in his eyes as he watched Robyn’s fingers brush through her locks.

“Are you not enjoying yourself?” Tywin couldn't help but ask. A soft gasp echoed around the room; a noise he wanted repeated instantly. “Mr Lannister…” The words breathlessly fell from her lips as she turned around. Those eyes of hers so wide and locked onto his own. “Please, call me Tywin.” The lion practically purrs. 

Or sir, he thought but for once kept that to himself. “Tywin…” Robyn tasted his name on her lips and hated how good it felt. How handsome he looked. Prettily, she nibbled on her bottom lip once more before she continued. “I was …just getting ready to leave.” A soft gulp escaped her as she realised how close he was to her now.

His musky scent had her nearly mouth watering as she began to notice the differences between Tywin and Robert. Gods, she was losing it, Robyn thought and tried to blame it on the champagne. “So soon?” He whispered and Robyn couldn’t decide if he was taunting her or not. “The honeymoon phase is still not over?”

Now, he was taunting her, she was sure of it. Another gulp came over her that she couldn’t fit off. Was it getting hotter in here, she thought. “I ..it’s been a long night.” Robyn finally whispered and watched as a hungry looking smirk came over Tywin’s face. “Has it?” His hand slowly moved to rest on her hip now; his thumb stroking her through the thin material. 

“I should go.” The words fell from her lips once more as she gently tried to step to the side. His hold only tightened and she soon found her soft chest brushed against his own. “Hmm, I thought we could speak?” Tywin whispered; his free hand slowly moving to her locks down and ran his fingers through them. All the while she stared forward; her heart in her throat it seemed.

Subtly, her thighs were rubbing together. She hated herself. The little crush she had harboured for the Lannister Patriarch was embarrassing and of course; it still had not left her even after marriage. “About what?” A soft blush came over Robyn’s cheeks as she heard how breathless she sounded. It only had Tywin smirking even more.

“Well…when I say speak…I mean more…sounds escaping you.” His fingers began to play with her dress straps now as her heart pounded into her ear. “Tywin..” His name fell from her and he only hummed. “I am married.” As if he did not know this. Tywin just did not care and it would be better for the little wolf to realise that soon.

“Hmm, so if I place my hand between your legs - will you be wet for me or your arsehole of a husband?” Tywin leaned in to whisper in her ear. Robyn could hardly focus on his words before his hand moved in the slit of the dress. His rough fingers so gently brushing over her soft inner thighs as his hold only tightened some more.

Robyn slowly began to wiggle in his hold. Her hand reaching for his shirt; her hand moving into a fist. “You smell so good.” He purred and watched her cheeks blush some more when his hand finally cupped her bare, wet pussy. “Oh, did you want this, are you a little whore?” Tywin chuckled; his fingers brushing over her folds.

That pretty gasp of hers returned as Robyn began to shake her head. “No..no, it just doesn’t fit with the dress —.” Tywin allowed her to babble until he stuffed two of his fingers inside her soaked pussy; the wet squelch echoing around the restroom. “It does not explain why you are this wet?” The lion continued to taunt.

Robyn could only stare; her lips parting in a silent moan. The feel of only his fingers was more pleasure than she had experienced with Robert. The smirk on his face told her that he knew this too. “Poor thing..” Tywin purred, curling his fingers to push at her spongy spot with ease. “Oh! Oh..my..” Robyn did cry out as her hold on his shirt only tightened. 

Teasingly, he pushed a third finger inside her weeping pussy. Tywin watched in delight as she whimpered and shook her head. “No..please..we can’t.” Robyn whispered so prettily up at him. His thumb stroked her pretty, sensitive clit as his dark smirk only widened. “Shhh, I won’t tell anyone.” His free hand slowly moved down to his own pants

The pleasure was too much for her to even realise anything as Tywin continued his movements. Drool was beginning to fall from her plump lips as the sound of the zipper being pulled echoed. Still, Robyn only rocked against his fingers; slowly falling apart now. Amusement flooded the lion as his own chuckles sounded out.

A soft moan escaped him when his hand cupped his own throbbing, fat cock. His head was already leaking as he brushed his thumb over his slit. A hiss came over Tywin as he subtly moved his cock in between her thighs. Robyn could feel her stomach beginning to tighten as his name fell from her lips like a prayer.

His fingers only left her for a moment; his fat head pushing to her entrance. Her eyes widened as Robyn finally came around but it was too late. He pushed and watched in delight as her pussy fluttered around him, taking him in as her moans echoed. “Shh, you do not want anyone seeing us, do you?” His taunting continued. 

He watched her soft, ample breasts bouncing as he pushed her against the counter. His hips snapping with his own groans escaping. “I personally would not care. I’d fuck you still even if your husband was the one who entered the door.” Tywin hummed and watched as she looked towards the door. Her body bouncing on his cock.

His hands reached gently up her sides before palming her breasts. Her soaked pussy fluttering and tightening around his still throbbing cock. He figured they both were not going to last long. As ever; Tywin was right. It only took a swipe of her sensitive clit to have Robyn squirting around his still pounding cock. His hand had to move over her soft lips to mute her moans.

“Hmm, good girl..that’s it.” He purred; his fat head bullying her spongy spot as her wetness continued to squirt with each thrust. Tywin watched as tears fell from those big eyes of hers, which only had him harder. “Fuck.” He couldn’t stop himself. His lips passionately smashed into hers and drowned their moans as his cum flooded her.

The kiss was messy and full of drool as their tongues danced. Her body shook against him as she still clung to his shirt. Her eyes rolled back as he still slowly moved in and out of her. She began to suck on his tongue as the pleasure slowly softened her mind. Her body relaxing completely in his hold as he gently took himself from her.

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13 - The Mikaelson Ball

Part 14

Gemini Runaway

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(Raelyn's Dress)

Caroline and I with our arms linked together with one another, walked up to the Mikaelson’s mansion. She was wearing some heels but I kept my boots on since you could see them with the front of the dress being see through it part of the front. There was music blaring when we came through the door and from the looks of it the whole town was invited. “I’m going to find Matt. I’ll see you later.” She squeezes my arm leaving me on my own.

Scanning my eyes across the crowd I couldn’t find anyone I really recognized but I paused feeling someone staring daggers into the back of my head making me slightly turn around finally seeing it was Klaus. “Klaus…..woah. You clean up rather well.” He was in a black tux but he had a white bow tie that went well with the white shirt underneath his jacket.

“Raelyn, you look stunning in that dress. I must say your designer must have good taste.” He shook his head almost frozen in place by the girl in front of him. I had actually curled the ends of my hair and tied two strands of my hair back in a clip. Paired with my brother's necklace as always.

Leaning up on my toes I smiled up at the hybrid who was taller than me. “Oh I'll be sure to let him know…excuse me sir are you perhaps Nik Mikaelson I must tell him what a splendid job he did on this dress." I mocked pretending to search around for Klaus even though he was standing right in front of me.

"You're so silly sometimes, Rae. I don't think I've ever laughed this much with anyone else." He chuckled, bending his head down to me smiling.

Placing my hands together in front of me, sending him the same expression back. "I can say the same about you, Nik. After what happened to my brother I - I didn't think I could have fun anymore."

"I'd do anything to keep you happy, Ms. Lane." He responded simply lifting his gaze up towards the long winding staircase where his gaze locked with his mother who was watching us and wearing a black cocktail dress from the looks of it. "If you're still worried about her, why don't you just go talk with her?"

"Oh hell no. I can't possibly do that." I made a noise in disgust at his proposal.

He responded. "She might like you."

"Or she might want me dead like the Bennett witches did. A witch without their own magic is basically against nature." I cut him off quickly.

He stepped closer where I could feel his hot breath mixing with mine. "A vampire is also against nature, Raelyn."

"Yeah but that doesn't mean…" I didn't really know what to say back.

Klaus whispered, sending me a cheeky smile. "Aren't we the perfect pair then? Uh Raelyn I have to join my mother. I'll find you shortly." He maneuvered through the crowd of people now standing on the staircase with his mother and siblings.

Elijah declared to everyone in the room. "Welcome. Thank you for joining us. You know, whenever my mother brings our family together like this, it's tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance. Tonight's pick is a centuries-old waltz, so if all of you could please find yourselves a partner, please join us in the ballroom."

I moved through the crowd of people accidentally stumbling over someone's dress where we both tumbled to the wooden floor. "Oops sorry I'm sorry." I immediately apologize for getting to my feet and helping the girl up.

"It's fine, it was an accident. I'm Elena…and you're the new siphon witch in town the Salvatore's are afraid of." She knitted her brows together for me to notice she had dark brown hair and brown eyes. "But they won't really tell me why."

Knitting my brows at the girl I asked softly. "If they are so protective of you then why are you here exactly?"

"The original witch invited me. Apparently she wants to speak with me alone about something." The brunette responds.

Glancing over my shoulder back at the staircase I could see that she was indeed watching us from above. "I wish I could tell you what she wanted to tell you but I don't know anything about it. What I can tell you though is the Salvatore Brothers have nothing to fear from me. Klaus has no intention of using me as a weapon against you and your friends. He's simply offered me a home and protection from my own monstrous family."

"What do you mean monstrous family?" She asked.

Sternly looking at her I decided to tell her what she really wanted to know. "My Coven tricked me into killing my twin brother. Have a nice dance, Elena." Turning on my heels I could faintly hear Damon ask her.

"Why were you talking with the enemy witch?"

Clutching my hands into fists I was getting really annoyed with him anymore. I might just consider throwing his ass around since I revealed the other night that I have enough power to take the Originals to their knees. Some people pushed me around where I nearly tripped until someone put a hand on my waist. I grabbed their forearm making them wince siphoning some magic until they spoke up. "Ah! Raelyn, it's me, love."

"Oh sorry, Klaus." I apologize quietly removing my hand from his arm.

He cleared his throat, removing his hand from my waist and offering up his right hand instead with a slight bow like I was a queen. "May I have this dance, M'Lady?"

"Yes." I snorted a laugh at him placing my hand in his letting him lead me into the crowd with everyone else getting in line for the dance. Placing one hand on his shoulder he put his other on my waist keeping our other hands intertwined together.

"You seem nervous. Your heart's beating faster." He pointed out making me roll my eyes at his vampire hearing.

"Is this going to be like the dances we practiced?"

He said. "Yes, except we will have to switch partners occasionally."

"Switch partners!"

He leans forward nuzzling his nose against mine chuckling. "Don't worry, little siphon. If any of my siblings becomes your partner they all know the moves quite well."

The music began playing where everyone started spinning around the room in step with the tunes that were being played. Klaus squeezed my hand twirling me out and back into his chest a few times making me smile. “Let me try to twirl you now.”

“Alright let’s see you try, Rae.” He smiled when he removed his hand from my waist. I let go of his shoulder. I raised my arm as high as I could where our hands were still intertwined and he spun out. Yet when I spun him back in I did it faster than I thought where we tumbled to the ground causing some of the people dancing beside us to break away and send us glaring looks. “We might have to work on that one, love.”

I chuckled, hugging my knees to my chest even though I had a dress on watching him get to his feet offering me his hand. “Yeah you’re probably right, Nik. Thanks.” He tugged me up to stand with our chests pressed up against one another beginning to get back into the dance routine.

“Don’t panic darling but we have to switch now.” He told me where I gulped nervously letting him twirl me out of his arms with my blonde hair throwing around in the air.

A new set of hands caught me where my gaze lifted up meeting the brown eyes of Kol. “Hello darling, fiery witch.”

“Hi Kol. I hope you know this dance like your brother said. I’ve only had a few lessons.” I responded by placing my hands where they needed to be and we began the dance once more.

Kol smiled down at me closely, focusing on my necklace around my neck. “So what type of witch are you. I have never seen one who was strong enough to bring all Originals to their feet.”

“I apologize for that I was just afraid that he would die, he’s the only person I honestly trust at this moment in my life.” I explained meeting his gaze for only a brief second.

He tilted his head cursively. “Hmm. So what type of witch are you?”

“I wasn’t born with my own magic. My mother referred to what I am as a siphon. I draw magic from anything that has supernatural powers. Vampire, werewolf or witches. I can also take it from objects such as I took magic from the wall. But I always have to take from something else regardless.”

Kol smirked, moving one of his hands to brush over the blue diamond necklace. “Have you ever considered turning this into a source to place your powers.”

“I don't know what you mean, Kol.”

“Turn this jewelry into a talisman for your magic. That way you can just siphon magic from it unless you need a stronger source then you can siphon from someone else.” He explains spinning me out and back into his chest where we broke away bowing to one since everyone else was doing so.

I smiled actually, never thinking that was possible. “I never thought of that. How do you know about it. Could you teach it to me?”

“Before I was turned into a vampire I was a very powerful witch like you clearly are. But yes I can help you do such a thing someday but it seems my brother wishes for your attention.” He nodded his head making me look over my shoulder seeing Klaus coming over to us.

He smiled, holding his hand out for me. “Brother may I steal Ms. Lane froze you. I wish to show her something in private.”

“Of course, Nik.” Kol took my hand kissing the palm of it before going to find another dance partner. “It’s been a pleasure, Raelyn.”

Klaus led me up the staircase and down some hallways before we entered a large room filled with paintings and drawings. The supplies were scattered all across the room putting me at awe until he shut the door letting the music die down. “In the time I have lived in this house, how have I never come across this room before now?”

“It’s one of my passions.” He replied with his hands behind his back. “Do you like it?”

I smiled in his direction seeing that he was worried that I wouldn’t. He probably wouldn’t dare to let his guard down with anyone else. My eyes landed on a large painting on the wall in front of us. “This is amazing. You weren’t kidding when you said you were an artist…I take the curators at the louvre aren't on vervain.”

Klaus sighed with a smile. “Yeah, well, that's their mistake. So how was your day with Caroline?”

“It was good.”

“Oh come on there has to be more than that.” He presses on wanting to know more.

Shaking my head at him he was trying to be noisey. “Sorry Niklaus but if I told you that would break the girl code.”

“Not even a peak.” He tried again nudging me with his arm, making me nudge him back.

“Not a chance.” Moving my eyes across the table in front of us I could see piles of sketch drawings. Picking up one of a girl looking off in the distance I asked him finally to look at him. “Wait a second. Did... Did you do these?”

Klaus nodded at me watching my espression. “Yeah. What do you think of them?”

“They’re incredible. My brother would be more impressed than I am. He wanted - um would have been an artist.” I sucked in a breath fighting back some tears.

“Actually one of my landscapes is hanging at the hermitage, not that anyone would notice.” He replied, biting his lip.

Pushing some of them away I paused recognizing a familiar face on one of the drawings he had done. Lifting the page up I scanned over the image carefully hoping that I wasn’t missing something. But the image was so clear: the matching eye shape, the slight curly hair and the genuine smile that he last gave me before he died in my arms. “You….you drew my brother, Jacob. But how…I…I don’t see how you could have.”

“Yes I did, Rae. It…it was the night you showed me into your memories. I did my best to remember what he looked like. I am not completely finished with it but it was supposed to be a surprise.” Klaus turned to fully face me not expecting that I would have found it underneath all the others. “What uh - what do you think? I can have it finished by tomorrow if there’s something I missed.”

I cut him off sitting the picture down grinning through happy tears that I now would be able to see my brother happy and not go to sleep seeing him die at my hand. “No don’t do anything it’s perfect. That’s how I want to remember him - that’s how he should be remembered. I can’t believe you did this for me…no one ever has…I - thank you.” Flinging my arms around his neck I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

“You’re welcome, little Siphon.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me back until I broke the hug still keeping my hands on his chest. “What do you say about getting out of here huh?”

“And where would we go?” I decided to play along with his game. “London, Italy or New Orleans.”

His grin grew wider across his face. At my words the blue of his eyes lightened up. “Rome, Paris, Tokyo. Wherever you want. All you have to do is ask, love.” He slowly began to lean forward and I did the same moving my hands around his neck feeling him move his arms around my waist tugging me until I was pressed up against his chest.

I moved my head upward so close to kissing him until we heard someone banging on the door causing us to pull apart. “Nik. Rae. Mother is ready to make the toast!” That could be identified as Rebekah.

“I’ll put a dagger in the next person who interrupts us!” Klaus growled showing me his golden werewolf eyes.

Running my hands down his chest I broke the embrace we shared. “Hey, be nice. She’s your sister.”

“I’m still annoyed with Caroline too.” He grumbled watching me open the door waiting for him to follow me.

Smirking at him playfully I flipped my hair over my shoulder leaving the room. “We could always run away for the weekend with the world at our fingertips, Nik.” He grinned at the idea following me outside to see that there were waiters bringing around glass filled with red liquid and his mother was standing at the top of the staircase holding her own drink.

She makes a speech while Klaus handed me one of the glasses clinking it with mine. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Waiters are coming round with champagne. I invite you all to join me in raising a glass. It provides me with no greater joy than to see my family back together as one. I'd like to thank you all for being part of this spectacular evening. Cheers. “ He takes a drink first and I followed but I felt a bitter taste in my which was weird but I sent him a smile back.

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Second Chance

Chapter 2

Cold silence covered the room. 

While leaning against Aisha's legs, supporting the girl, Espeon had her fur standing up. Aisha's skin turned from a warm honey color to a pale tone; her legs would have given way if it hadn't been for the steady hand of Daisy and Gary and their Eevees. 

In contrast to Professor Oak's calm but firm expression, Delia had a disgusted, irritated frown. It is the registered trademark of Delia Ketchum. And her tantrums.

"So?" she demanded in an expectant voice. "I'm waiting for an answer. I still have a word in her choices!" 

You have to be kidding me, Daisy thought. Fortunately, before she could pour the poison she wanted on the woman, Samuel interrupted his granddaughter's thoughts. With a voice calmer than his body language should allow, he tried to reason with the irritated woman. 

"What do you mean Espeon is hers? The deal was for her to stay with the Pokemon until it evolved. Then she would return to the original owner."

"Where did you get that idea, Delia?" commented the astonished Professor, "From the very beginning, I was clear that Eevee, now Espeon, belonged to Aisha and that it would be her partner. You even signed the disclaimer of how you would allow a non-Trainer under the age of ten could hold a Pokemon."

"It didn't mention that she would keep it!"

"It isn't supposed to say, Delia! It's written in the Document Header!- he vexed. "These documents are only given when a child under ten obtains a Pokemon as a partner. Permanently"

As he rubbed his eyes, he took a deep breath and looked at the enraged woman, shocked.

"For all that is sacred, Delia. Haven't you read the document before you signed it?"

"Aisha said it was an authorization to keep Eevee. You needed help figuring out whether or not there were more Eevee evolutions. She didn't mention it would be permanent!"

"Don't blame Ash for your incompetence!" Replied Daisy, despite her grandfather's scolding. "It's not her fault if you don't read things before signing! And taking a Pokemon from its trainer for no reason causes emotional damage to both of you!"

"The conversation is not with you, young girl! The grown-ups are talking!" she raged at the older girl. "I decide what's best for my daughter. I decide what kind of life she will have and whether or not she leaves the house for a journey. And guess what! She won't be leaving the house, understood!?"

Aisha loved her mother.

She loved her with all her strength. After all, it had just been the two of them until Ash let the Oaks in.

But Ash feared her as much as she loved her. On good days, Delia would be everything Ash wanted in a mother. They cooked together, walked together, and even played together. But then came the bad days.

Aisha had learned long ago not to infuriate her mother when that happened. Her arm still ached when she remembered how angry her mother had been when Ash had mentioned that she wished she could see a Pokemon battle live.

Maybe Ash should have kept quiet. Perhaps she should have gone along with Delia and given up on Espeon. But she couldn't.

For the first time in her life, she could do something that had only Ash written on it, not Ash and Delia. Everything she accomplished with Espeon was her choice, her decision. The research, the discoveries, the battles won, and even the moves learned were achievements that no one but Espeon could claim a part of.

Ash might have learned a long time ago to give up when Delia had that gelid look in her eyes or that sneer of contempt, but for the first time in her life, Aisha was going to fight back. If Ash couldn't fight for herself, she would do it for Espeon. 

"No."

The room froze at the girl's firm but mild response. Delia's head swiveled slowly in Ash's direction. Espeon looked ready to spring for the woman's neck. Professor Oak moved slightly from where he was.

"Excuse me?" slowly enunciated Delia with each syllable. "I don't think I understand."

"I said no." Ash repeated, "I will not give up on Espeon. She is my partner and my priority. I'm not going to abandon her just because you decided to take over instead of reading a document that was clearly from the Pokemon League."

Aisha probably said too much. Delia's gaze burned, but somehow Ash managed to keep saying what he had to say.

"It's my decision, Mom. Someday you have to let me make my own choices even if you disagree. It might as well be now."

"I only want what's best for you, you ungrateful."

"No, you want what's best for you. I'm not a doll you can use to fulfill all your fantasies or desires just because you feel like it. I'm my own person. Just because I'm your daughter doesn't mean I have the same dreams or likings you had at my age. I'm going to be a Pokemon Trainer. And you're not going to stop me from being one."

Aish took one last breath before saying the sentence that threw the world into chaos.

"I don't need your approval to move forward."

What happened next, Ash would never mention again to anyone but Espeon. Not even after the Police arrived did she speak, only nodding when Officer Jenny asked if she would allow Alackazan to go through her memories to make a report.

Professor Oak reported to the Police everything that happened, from the visit to check Eevee's progress and how she evolved into an Espeon to the ensuing argument that caused Delia to snap and attack Aisha. Luckily Espeon got between them and prevented Delia from doing more damage to Ash than she had in the few seconds she had.

After that, it was a constant rush between Police, Lawyers, CPS, and therapists (the last ones were irritated by Aisha's refusal to speak with them). While they sorted things out, Ash stayed with the Oaks until they transferred custody of her to Professor Oak.

Once the legal drama wore off and Delia ended up in jail, four months had passed since that fateful afternoon. Ash had practically moved into the Oak house. Besides her papers and a few pieces of clothing, most of her belongings were still at the old Ketchum residence. Once the court gave the order, they got to work.

The next few days passed in a blur as arrangements for Ash to move in with the Oaks happened. They made some trips to the old Ketchum residence to grab the girl's belongings, but excluding what was in Ash's room and some photos scattered around the house, they didn't gather much. After that, the property went on sale.

Despite the Oaks' attempts to get Ash to open up to them, she stubbornly remained silent about the events. Aisha was satisfied to pretend that nothing had happened and everything was going on likewise. Apart from Espeon's overprotectiveness and the social worker's sporadic visits, life continued in the same routine she knew. She only didn't have Delia included.

Gary was the first to abandon the attempts, to Ash's relief. He was a pain in the ass for her, but she knew when to let the sleeping dogs lie. Daisy took longer, but she stated she was always available to talk once Ash was ready or wanted to. The last one had been Professor Oak, and like Daisy, he'd left the door open for when she wanted to vent.

Once they resolve that, she could focus even more on preparing for her Trainer license test. Ash knew her stuff, but she also liked reviewing information. She was also trying to convince the Professor to pay for the materials and supplies for the trip herself.

Aisha wanted to use some of the money from the sale of her childhood house to buy items for the trip. After all, there was no need to bother the Professor.

"Aisha, please. There's no reason to spend that money now. I'll buy Gary's supplies. It's not a problem to buy yours too."

"Exactly! You're already going to buy supplies for Gary. It would be an unnecessary double expense!" Espeon and Umbreon were tense from their position, while Gary seemed to be pleading for patience as he looked up at the ceiling, "I am perfectly capable of paying for my own supplies and necessities for the journey."

"My dear, it's not that I don't think you can do it or you can't take care of yourself."

"Then why..."

"I want to do it. I want to take care of my grandchildren. That also includes you. This old man wants to be able to do something for you before you have to fend for yourself while you're traveling." Ash still marveled at how the Professor managed to keep his tone low and meek, even when she was annoying. "Keep that money in case of emergencies during the trip or if you want to settle down someday."

"But..."

"Why don't you two commit?"

Both were startled by the new voice in the room. Daisy was leaning against the living room door, her eyebrow raised in question. Gary's colorful vocabulary earned him a scolding from his grandfather, but even the Professor looked alarmed by the sudden appearance of his eldest granddaughter.

"You know, like two mature, logical people. Make a compromise. Ash can pay for her clothes if she's keen to help pay for supplies." She shrugged at her idea, "Among the shopping list, travel-appropriate clothing is going to be the least damage to her account."

There was a brief, tense silence in the room as Professor Oak and Ash digested Daisy's suggestion. Ash was the first to give up.

"Ok, Ok. But I'll pay for the clothes. And I'll accompany you to buy the supplies. I'd like to see which ones are most appropriate. Just in case."

"Finally! It looked like the two of you couldn't agree." Gary jumped up from the sofa he was sitting on and stretched. Umbreon let out a loud purr as it trotted towards its trainer, who graced it with a few scratches on its ears. "This unnecessary discussion has whet my appetite. You two are hardheads."

Ash rolled her eyes. Gary was a pain, especially with his overconfidence. But Aisha recognized, in the brightest corners of her mind, that he made the day a little brighter. She would miss him during the journey.

"I know you can take care of yourself. That's why I'm relatively comfortable with you going on a trip." The Professor never hid that he was worried about them leaving for their journey. He chose to trust them and their capabilities. "But you don't always have to work things out alone. You have more than just Espeon to help you."

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That’s A New One

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Sinclair!sister

Warnings: None

Overview: Eddie is used to the same old reaction when being paired up in class, except this time it’s different

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“Munson you’re with Sinclair” 

Eddie’s head shot up. Sinclair, there was no way Lucas or Erica were in his senior English class. He looked around the room and noticed a girl looking at him. She looked like a mix between Lucas and Erica. He was waiting on the disgusted look but instead the girl smiled and waved at him.

 “That’s a new one.” Eddie mumbled out. He looked towards Jeff who was busy writing in his notebook. Eddie looked back towards the girl only to notice she was gone. His gaze found her at the front of the classroom talking with the teacher. This was more like it; she was probably asking to change partners. He laughed at himself and looked back at his paper. Was he actually going to write it? No. He instead pulled out his notebook to continue with writing his campaign for tomorrow night’s Hellfire meeting. He somehow was going to get the group to split in half and battle each other. 

“Oh! Is that for tomorrow night?” A voice spooked Eddie, causing his head to snap up. There was the girl, standing in front of him. “Yeah, it’s for my club. Hellfire.” He spoke, unsure of the reaction that was to follow. 

“I know what Hellfire is. I’m Alisha, my brother and sometimes sister are members.” Alisha. The name rang a bell, Eddie remembered Lucas talking about her at the club. “I like Sinclair, both of them. They are good players.” Eddie spoke, half expecting the conversation to turn a different direction, but it didn’t. Alisha kept on talking, which made Eddie ease up. Maybe he was wrong about her. 

“I know they are both so good! I can never play with them. I’m still like a level 3 elf.” The girl laughed out. Eddie thought he had died. “No way, you don’t play Dungeons and Dragons.” Eddie exclaimed, causing the group next to him to look at him and Alisha in a disgusted way. He thought she had noticed, but if she did, she just laughed it off. “I do, sometimes. I’m not big into it like Lucas and his friends, but I play when they need me to.” Eddie swore an angel had descended from heaven in front of him. They spent the entire class talking about Dungeons and Dragons and music. Neither of them realized how much they had in common, or how much they both needed the conversation. They both had not noticed that the class had dismissed, and everyone was leaving. 

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow in class.” Alisha spoke, giving Eddie a small wave. 

“Wait!” He spoke before his brain could process. “Do you want to come to Hellfire tomorrow?”

Alisha nodded before her brain could process it. Lucas was going to kill her. 

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#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

**

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame. 

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement. 

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

**

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face  relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels. 

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

**

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers. 

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

**

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless. 

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom.  Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

 Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,”  Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and  Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear. 

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

 Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her. 

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

*

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again. 

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife. 

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat. 

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction. 

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?” 

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

[randomshyperson]

Palm Springs - Leigh Shaw

All Works Masterlist

Summary: In Palm Springs, Leigh meets you. The season one finale re-imagined.

Warnings: (+18), smut, cursing, dom!reader, bottom!leigh, explicit language, explicit consent, brief mentions of harassment, fluff, brief rivalry dynamics, hopeful ending.

Words: 5.378K

Notes: My love, @abimess, this is my apologies for you. I kept mistaken "Wanda" instead of "Leigh" at some points in the writing, but it all worked out in the end. I hope you all enjoy the read, this is my first time writing for this character.

//-//

You threw the signed divorce papers against the passenger seat, ignoring the thick tears that welled up in your eyes.

Raising your hand, you turned up the radio and kept driving. Your cell phone started ringing the next moment, but you ignored it. It was probably Bucky or Steve calling to find out where you were after your little outburst at the company fundraiser.

Honestly, it wasn't your fault. You were handling it all very well, but Carol decided it would be a good idea to give you the divorce papers while you were surrounded by your closest friends, and that was the trigger. But now you were driving to Palm Springs, finally taking the damn vacation your ex-wife had put you through so much hell to get, but now, the seat next to you was empty.

It took a few hours to get there, since the complex is in New York, but you didn't care, having spent most of the way trying to understand how you managed to lose a woman like Carol Danvers.

No bags, you ignored the curious look one of the hotel staff gave you as soon as you pulled into the parking lot, smiling slightly as you took off your sunglasses and asked for directions to the front desk.

You frowned slightly as you were almost run over.

"Watch where you're going!" You shouted angrily at the driver, and the woman returned you the same angry look. Great, you've barely arrived and you almost died. This weekend was promising.

Stepping back, you waited for the woman to drive, not failing to give her a wry smile as she passed you. After this, you walked to the reception desk, and the area was quite full, which was normal for a weekend.

"Reservation in the name Danvers." You said to the receptionist after the greetings. He smiled as he checked the information.

"Valentine's suite, I see." He commented cheerfully. "Shall I prepare a second key for your partner?"

"It's just going to be me, buddy." You grumble, ignoring the uneasy feeling in your stomach. The man smiles awkwardly, but doesn't apologize.

After checking in, you go up to the third floor.

The room makes you sigh with disgust, the flowers and chocolates give you a headache. It takes ten minutes to find a chambermaid and ask her to remove all the decorations.

While your room is being cleaned, you decide to buy something to wear, since you didn't bring anything to spend the weekend at the hotel.

"Good morning." You mumble the greeting as you enter the gift store, your gaze wandering around.

"How can I help you, dear?" The saleswoman asks politely, smiling at you.

"I need something to wear for the two days I'm staying. It was a last-minute trip." You tell her, and the saleswoman looks surprised, but doesn't comment.

The woman eventually showed you the summer shirt section, and you sighed softly as you looked through the options. She walked away to attend to another customer, and you left your attention to the clothes.

A moment later, you picked out a few pieces and turned to talk to the saleswoman, only to run into the woman who had almost run you over earlier looking at the book section.

"You again." You let it slip not so low, attracting the woman's attention. She frowns for a second, and then she recognizes you. But before she can say anything, the saleswoman is speaking.

"Oh, you two know each other already?" She asks excitedly. "It's amazing how we can find friends here in Palm Springs isn't it?"

"We're not friends." You both inform at the same moment, and you squeeze your eyes shut slightly. The woman straightens her posture, pressing the book lightly against her chest as you switch the shirts on your arm. The saleswoman's curious expression prompts you to speak.

"Actually, she almost killed me." You say. "It was going to be quite a headline for this hotel. I'd be careful about the people you guys host around here."

The saleswoman looks at you with confusion, while the other woman lets out a dry laugh.

"You're the one who walked across in the middle of the street!" she defends herself. "It's not my fault if you weren't taught how to cross the street in school."

"Oh, so it's the victim's fault now?" You retort and the woman looks at you incredulously. A third customer enters the store and stares curiously at the argument, but the saleswoman is quick to gesture between you, smiling wryly.

"Oh come on, I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding" The saleswoman remarks and you sustain the annoyed look the other woman is casting at you. "There's no need for an argument."

"Of course not." The woman says forcing a smile, but her posture remains aggressive. "We are both civilized adults."

You bite your tongue to avoid another provocation, looking away from the green irises in front of you.

"Of course you are." The saleswoman says smiling, and then her gaze catches the shirts hanging from your forearm and she lets out a light exclamation. "Come on, I can finalize your purchase if that's all, dear."

You turn toward the cashier next, and it is only after you have paid for the clothes and are leaving that you see the other woman again on your way back, but she does not look away from the books to you. You couldn't care less.

//-//

In your room, you can't resist the urge to look at your phone.

Bucky has called five times. And Steve even sent you an email. You sigh weakly, feeling guilty as you catch a glimpse of Tony and Natasha's message notifications.

Your friends didn't care that you started crying in the middle of the meeting you were at because your ex-wife decided to bring a sensitive topic like the end of your five-year marriage to the table, but you were hating yourself for it.

At this point, you didn't even know what you had been crying about anymore. You and Carol had always had a difficult relationship, and since you got married, you began to wonder why you had done it in the first place.

You loved her so much when you first met her, and then everything gradually broke down. The lack of compatibility, the jealousy and possessiveness, and the lack of time. Carol was a soldier in the army, and you were a Shield special agent, and your jobs took up a lot of your schedules. But you knew that this was just another empty excuse. After all, your best friend, Natasha, was also an agent, as was her wife, and they made everything work properly.

Maybe things were meant to happen that way. That didn't mean it didn't hurt.

After taking a shower, you grumble lightly as you realize that you forgot to buy a bathing suit. And well, everything special about Palm Springs was the magnificent pools.

You figured the shorts and top you had would have to fit.

The pools were considerably more crowded than the rest of the hotel, and this was probably due to the current temperature.

You decided to buy a drink before sunbathing, realizing that most of the chairs were occupied.

The bartender was a pretty girl and smiled mischievously at you when her gaze fell on your collarbone exposed by the cut of your shirt, but you just gave her a half-hearted smile. Being newly divorced wasn't exactly the best scenario for flirting.

"What can I get you?" The woman asked as she rested her hands on the counter in front of her. You bit your lip thoughtfully, running your eyes down one of the menus left on the wood.

"Honestly, I don't know anything here." You say. "But I would like something sweet."

It takes a few minutes for her to prepare a drink for you, and you thank her as you accept.

As you sip a drink that tastes like strawberries and condensed milk, you look around the surroundings.

You frown slightly as you recognize the woman from the store, watching her sit in one of the chairs that has just been emptied in front of the bar. She doesn't notice you, but you notice her exposed legs, mentally scolding yourself for doing so.

As you take another sip of your drink, your tongue getting used to the sugary sweetness, a man approaches the stranger in front of you. From this proximity, you can hear the conversation, or rather the small harassment that he was doing.

Rolling your eyes at the stranger's clearly offensive attempt to approach the other woman, you force yourself to get up and walk over to them.

Well, Nat always said that you were a person with a natural talent for theater and you wish she were here now to see the little scene you caused.

Pretending to trip over the sunshade support, you made a sudden movement and knocked your entire drink against the man's collarbone, who let out an exclamation of anger and surprise as he stood up.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You asked in a falsely guilty tone, forcing an expression of shock. Before he could say anything, you were already grabbing one of the towels left on the little tables beside the chairs and throwing it harder than necessary against the man's face. "Here, honey, clean yourself up."

The man blinked in surprise, and glared angrily at you for a second before muttering "whatever" and turning to leave. When he was already a safe distance away, you turned your face to look at the seated woman.

"Sorry about your book." You speak as you notice that the spilled drink has dripped a little on the pages. "But if you ask me, the ending sucks."

"Thanks, I guess." The woman mumbles not keeping her gaze on you. "I didn't need you to help me, by the way." She adds and you roll your eyes, realizing that the chair next to her got empty after your little commotion. When you sit down, she raises her gaze to you in disbelief.

"Who said I was helping you?" You retort. "I love throwing expensive drinks at strangers."

Your joke elicits a nasal chuckle from the woman, who softens her posture.

"If you want to lose money, I suggest donating rather than wasting it." She teases back and you bite back a smile, shaking your head slightly. When she opens the book again and leans her back against the chair, clearly deciding to ignore your presence, you copy the position, but stand with your arms folded across your chest and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun against your skin.

You are tired from the trip, and eventually fall asleep. When you open your eyes again, the woman is no longer there.

//-//

Since you have napped until the afternoon, there is no chance you will sleep early. You try to distract yourself with television, but most of the programs are pay-per-view and you have probably already exceeded all the limits that a Shield salary can afford, so you decide to spend some time on the activities included in your weekend bundle.

After putting on a shirt to join the lobby, you take the elevator down and step out into the outdoor area, not surprised to find the place as busy as before. The difference is perhaps the lack of children because of the time of day.

You walk toward the bar and roll your eyes slightly when you notice the same man as before being loud and boisterous along with a small group partying near the place. But you ignore them as you sit down on the first stool you find.

"Well, if it isn't my knight in white armor." A female voice comments wryly beside you, surprising you mildly. You look at the woman with a raised eyebrow, but she is looking straight ahead.

"So you expect me to call you a princess? We don't even know each other." You retort in the same tone, and watch the woman bite back a smile, rolling her eyes slightly.

You stand in silence while you order a drink, this time smiling in the same way that the bartender smiles at you. While you wait, you can' t help but look over to the side.

"You know, I think I might need to get your name." You begin in a tone of false seriousness, not knowing why you want to pull conversation with the stranger, but doing it anyway. "Since I need to know who to sue for attempted hit-and-run."

The woman laughs lightly, and as she sets her drinking glass back down on the counter, she turns her body toward you, without getting up.

"The smart thing then wouldn't be to say my name, don't you think?" She retorts with amusement in her voice. "That way I avoid a lawsuit."

You smile in a corner, shaking your head slightly. You lean your arm on the counter, and it takes a moment for her to speak again.

"I'm Leigh."

"No last name so I can't find your ID, right?" You tease and she smiles, licking her lips for a moment. "Well, I won't tell you mine either then." You comment before telling her only your first name, and she laughs lightly. "May I at least know your profession? Or, I don't know, where you're from? I need that information to track you down."

You joke, and Leigh makes a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"I'm from everywhere actually." She says mysteriously. "Because I'm an international jewel thief."

You smile at the mixed tone of seriousness and playfulness in her speech, respecting her right not to want to tell you the truth, and acknowledging the identity she chooses to assume.

"Oh, really?" You ask joining in the joke. "And let me guess, your disguise happens to be as a fashion stylist, right? And you have a red motorcycle and deadly poison hidden in your lipstick?"

Leigh holds back her laughter, nodding.

"I can't confirm any of that information, actually." She says. "After all, a little incident happened and I wasn't able to finish the story."

You laugh at the teasing, taking a sip of your drink. Before the moment of silence lasts any longer, you ask if you can approach. When Leigh consents, you take the seat next to her.

"And what do you do?" she asks as soon as you sit down. You clear your throat lightly.

"I'm a secret agent, actually." You tell her and from the woman's expression, she still believes you are joking. You do not correct yourself however. "Lasers and villains, the whole story."

Leigh smiles, murmuring in understanding.

"And what is a secret agent doing in Palm Springs?" She asks next and you assume a dramatically thoughtful expression.

"I got a hint actually." You reply. "A jewel thief, fugitive from the government. I'm trying to gather information to effect her arrest."

Leigh fakes an expression of horror making you laugh.

"If I see anything suspicious, I'll give you a heads up." She jokes and you smile, enjoying the whole thing. Before you can add anything else, the small group next to the bar let out loud laughter and they attract your and Leigh's attention.

You frown slightly when you witness the guy from earlier whistling at one of the hotel staff, the people with him finding his little scene of harassment funny.

"I guess a drink in the face isn't enough for some idiots." You comment and Leigh sighs mildly. She looks at you at the same moment you look at her.

"Maybe more drinks will be enough."

That's how you end up doing a little mischief that involves distracting the stranger with comments about his muscles while Leigh approaches and manages to get the man's card. When you walk away, after she hands the bartender the hotel ID after ordering a round for everyone at the bar on the stranger's behalf, you were laughing.

"I'm beginning to believe your thief story." You amused comment as soon as you and Leigh reach the trail out of the bar area. She just smiles at your words. You clear your throat next. "I guess I need to show off my secret agent skills then."

Leigh looks at you curiously, but you just smile as you nod in the direction of the gardens.

You walk for a few minutes in silence, and you remember everything you have observed since you arrived at the hotel, and are able to find the small opening in the fence that you saw some staff members pass through in the afternoon.

"Please, milady." You joke as you make room for Leigh to cross the path first, and she rolls her eyes with amusement before doing so.

You end up in some kind of unfinished private garden, but one that is still very pretty.

Perhaps it is an area under construction for some kind of party, as it has a stage set up in the center and some folded chairs scattered about.

Your attention falls immediately to the piano that has also been set up high on the dark stage.

"How did you find this place?" Leigh asks as she looks around, and you walk past her to get on the stage, eliciting a giggle.

"Field study, of course." You reply with false seriousness. " A secret agent never goes anywhere without studying the whole place first."

Leigh murmurs in agreement, deciding to follow you to the stage. You take a seat on the piano bench while she remains standing in front of the organ.

"Do you have any requests?" You ask looking down at your fingers as she studies your face.

"Old Mac Donald had a Farm." She replies and you choke on a laugh.

"And I thought your taste in music was as good as your fashion sense." You tease causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"Is that your way of complimenting what I'm wearing?" She retorts but you just bite back a smile, moving your fingers across the keys.

You decide to play a melody that she may not recognize, but is exactly what you feel you should play.

When the first notes of " Spring - Ludovico Einaudi" echo in the room, Leigh looks at you in surprise, but you just smile.

It takes a moment for her to surround the piano, and to sit down next to you. You continue to play, enjoying the sound and concentrating not to misplay the notes.

When you make a particularly fast movement on the piano, Leigh looks at you impressed, but you just push your shoulder lightly against hers, smiling. Neither of you regains the distance from before, and you continue to play.

When you finish, you are silent for a moment.

"Where did you learn to do that?" She asks in her low, impressed tone as you both look down at your hands on the keys. You sigh slightly, moving your fingers away and placing your hands in your lap.

"I used to play when I was a kid." You reply. "Before I was a secret agent, of course."

Leigh smiles, biting her lips lightly. You look away from the movement, to her hands quickly.

"Let me show you." You whisper as you reach out your hand to hers. When she accepts, you position her fingers on the keys, and then fit your hand on top of hers. "You start like this."

The sound is far from perfect, and Leigh laughs every time she misses a note, so you don't really care.

You stay like this for a few minutes, until you can get her to complete five notes without making a mistake.

"See? You' re almost a pianist already." You comment with a smile, looking at her face. She mimics your movement, and you feel your heart skip a beat from the closeness.

You feel the tension build in the room, but before you can think of doing anything, a male voice is breaking the spell.

"Sorry, but this area is for employees only." Informs the young man from the hotel, seeming slightly embarrassed to interrupt. You and Leigh quickly walk away, standing up and muttering an apology in unison to the guy, who waits until you leave by the trail he guides.

When you reach the entrance to the social area again, the employee closes the gate, waving slightly. You and Leigh exchange amused smiles.

"So... what do you want to do now?" You ask the next moment, wanting to prolong the evening.

"I want to swim." She declares and you frown slightly, then shrug. You nod in the direction of the pools and you exchange a glance before starting to walk.

//-//

At the edge of the pool, you sigh slightly.

You exchange a look with Leigh, standing next to you, and then you laugh softly as you both begin to undress.

You can't resist the urge to look at her, especially since she jumps in first and you catch a glimpse of her body covered only by a bikini. Ignoring your uncompensated heartbeat, you jump into the water next.

It's a good thing the water was cold, because you are feeling your face and body heat up at the way Leigh looks at you.

Trying to lighten the mood, you swim around her, casually meeting her gaze again as she mimics the movement.

You laugh lightly when you realize that you are swimming in circles around each other, and decide to stop. Leigh swims in front of you a moment later.

"Hello, superspy." She greets you almost in a whisper waving her arms to continue on the surface in front of you.

"Hello, international thief." You speak back in the same tone, your gazes locked on each other.

You wonder if she would like you to break the distance, as her gaze has lowered to your lips for a few seconds. But before you can surrender to this urge, she takes a step back.

"I'm cold."

And then she swims away, and you wonder if you have taken the whole thing the wrong way.

Following her a little way back, you look for towels.

//-//

"Which floor are you on?" You ask as you reach the elevators, each with a towel around your body. You watch Leigh tighten her arms against herself slightly.

"Second." She replies half-heartedly, and you nod.

"Let's go together then."

She gets into the elevator first, and after she presses the button, you stand next to her, your back against the wall.

The tension is back the moment the doors close, but after the pool, you find it best not to take any action, not wishing to make Leigh uncomfortable.

You reach her floor a moment later, and when she doesn't leave, you hold your breath.

You risk a corner-of-your-eye glance at her, but she continues to stare straight ahead, sighing slightly.

Trying not to look like a complete mess, you wait for your floor to arrive.

//-//

The way down the hallway is silent, and despite your nervousness, you don't fumble to open your room.

Leigh enters first, and strides into the room as you close the door.

She stops in the center, her gaze scanning around for a moment before returning to you. You hold your breath, and then she lets the set of clothes in her hands fall to the floor.

You bite back a smile, mimicking the movement. Taking a deep breath, you do the same with your towel, and ignore the heat in your cheeks as Leigh's gaze descends to your body covered only by your underwear.

She removes the towel at your waist next, and you stare at her exposed legs for a moment before moving slowly toward her.

You smile shyly as you stop in front of her, and it takes a second for you to slowly lift your fingers to touch her, tracing the outline of her arm and watching her skin shiver.

"Everything okay?" You ask softly raising your gaze from where your fingers were touching to her eyes. Leigh sighs, shaking her head in agreement. You give her a short smile, placing your hand on her cheek, and watching her lean into the touch slightly. "Use your words." You ask in a whisper, your other hand repeating the motion of your fingers from before, even more slowly.

"Y-yes." She confirms half breathlessly. "And you?"

"Yes." You say, your hand reaching for the strap of her bikini. "I'm going to kiss you now, Leigh."

She nods in understanding, sighing heavily. You didn't correctly calculate how attracted you were to her, because the moment your lips touched, you felt your head spin and it was hard not to push her against the bed immediately.

You both sigh against the kiss, and you slide your tongue into her mouth next, your hand on her face running down to her neck, deepening the kiss even more.

Leigh seems hesitant to touch you for the first second, but then she gasps against your tongue, and brings her hands to your shoulders, bringing one of them up to the back of your neck and scratching the skin, making you sigh.

With the hand that was on the bikini strap, you use your fingers to pull the strap down, and with the other hand you repeat the movement on the other side. When the bikini falls to the floor, your hands go down to her waist, and you pull her toward you.

Leigh gasps at the contact of your breasts bumping together, breaking the kiss with a wet sigh, and you take the opportunity to move your mouth down her collarbone, enjoying the sounds you manage to get out of her whenever you bite her sensitive skin softly.

You lean against her to lower your kisses to her breasts, and when your mouth finds the hardened nipple, she arches her back, closing her eyes as her fingers force your head forward against her breast.

"Oh." She moans as she feels you suck on her nipple, your other hand moving up to give her other breast due attention, your fingers playing with the tip. " Oh, fuck, that feels good."

You smile against her skin, feeling your core tighten with the sounds you are tearing out of her.

When your hand on her waist moves down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and pressing Leigh's hips against yours as your mouth continues on her breast, she moans loudly as she throws her head back, shuddering against you.

It's enough to make you lose control. You need to know how she tastes.

Gasping, you move your kisses down again, and Leigh holds her breath as you get down on your knees.

You kiss her thighs first, while your hands pull down the fabric of her panties.

When the fabric falls away completely, you swallow dry, your gaze glazed on the exposed intimacy of the woman in front of you, your mouth salivating to taste her.

"I-I'm gonna fall." She comments shyly, and you notice how her knees are already shaky. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to stand up.

You take Leigh by the hand to your bed, and she stands there, making you smile. You move forward against her mouth again, and she sighs, almost losing her balance from the intensity.

"Lie down." You ask between one kiss and another, making her moan softly. "Spread your legs for me."

Leigh gasps against your lips as you slip your fingers through her folds for a moment, before pulling away until she obeys. You bite your lips as you watch her lie down.

Before you join her, you remove the rest of your clothes. Leigh's cheeks redden, but you give her no time to register this, climbing onto the bed with your knee between her legs and kissing her again.

As she begins to squirm beneath you for more friction, you move your kisses down her body.

She closes her eyes when your mouth is at the level of her belly, breathing hard.

When your tongue touches her pussy, you both moan loudly. You are amazed at how wet and hot she feels, the taste filling all your senses. And Leigh bites her lips to stop herself from moaning out in pleasure when your tongue begins to move against her clit, sucking and licking her devotedly and making her whimper.

"F-fuck." She moans breathlessly, her hips thrusting into your mouth. "Yeah...right there... don't stop..."

You lift your hands to her thighs, holding her open. Your own intimacy pulsing from the way Leigh is surrendered to you and the sounds she gives you.

Keeping the strokes of your tongue as deep as you can and being sure to press your clitoris in return, you feel her pussy tighten and Leigh's body begins to quiver in spasms.

"I-I'm... close... fuck..." she begins to whimper disconnected words, long moans escaping her throat. It takes only two more strokes for her to come on your tongue, her moan loud enough to be heard in the next room, but neither of you care.

You drink all of her cum, enjoying the taste and feeling on edge, without even having been touched yet.

Moving up your kisses again, you deposit slow kisses against Leigh's skin, waiting for her to recover from her own orgasm.

When you reach her mouth, she kisses you back with the same intensity.

You just know you're not going to sleep early tonight.

//-//

When you wake up, your bed is empty. You are surprised by this, really.

The night was very good. Much better than any one-night stand you have ever had.

After getting dressed by finding your articles of clothing, you walk to the front desk.

It takes a few minutes to find Leigh, and you frown when you realize from the bag in her hands, the documents, and the car key that she is leaving.

"Wow, you weren't even going to leave a note." You tease as you catch up with her. She is startled by your sudden presence, but forces a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry..." she starts but you shake your head.

"No need." You interrupt by putting your hands in your pockets and shrugging. "It was just one night after all."

"Yes." She reaffirms what you say, staring at you. You hold her gaze, and a long minute later she sighs. "No, it wasn't."

You swallow dryly, watching her. She seems conflicted about something, her expression going from worried to guilty in a few seconds, and then she takes a deep breath and shakes her head before looking at you again.

"I can't." She says, and you sigh lightly. "I just... can't."

"It's okay." You decide to say, ignoring the way your stomach is flipping with nervousness or your heart is racing. "We are civilized adults, aren't we?"

Leigh smiles, and you watch her eyes water for a moment before she quickly hides her emotion. You feel the same way.

" This is a goodbye." Leigh says next, and you look away to the floor, nodding in understanding.

"Goodbye, Leigh. It was nice meeting you." You say as you look at her again, forcing a smile even though your eyes are watering.

She smiles, approaching to kiss your cheek close enough to your lips to make you shiver. She doesn't pull away immediately, raising her mouth to the height of your ear, she whispers "I left a note." and before you can understand what has been said to you, she is gone.

It is only at the end of the day, many hours after she has left, and you are already inside your car that you rummage in your pants pocket looking for the car key that you find the note.

It is a piece torn from the page of the book "Unmoored in milan", the paper stained with drink. In the corner, in cursive letters it is written. "to my favorite secret agent. Leigh Shaw, Los Angeles."

You smiled at the words, and as you were driving back to New York, you wondered how long it would take Natasha to find out Leigh's phone number.

//-//

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Give Yourself a Try

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader enemies to lovers

Synopsis: you and Peter hate each other, which becomes a problem when you’re given a group project

Part two and three

Masterlist

“Good morning Ned.” You kindly greeted as you took your seat in front of Peter in your first period physics class.

“Morning Y/n.” Ned said back, gearing up for what he knew was coming.

“I really like your makeup today, Y/n.” Peter smiled as he leaned forward in his seat. “Is it hard balancing your schoolwork with your job at the circus?”

“Not at all.” You smiled sweetly at him as you turned around. “I could get you a job there if you’d like. We’ve been needing something small to feed to the lions between shows. You’d be perfect.”

“Small? Darling, you must be mistaken.” Peter kept a sickly sweet grin on. “I’m bigger than your boyfriend of the week over there.”

“Silly goose.” You scrunched your nose at him. “Harry Osborn is not my boyfriend. And just so you know, steroids are really bad for you. I’m worried about your well being.”

“I’m not on steroids.” Peter hissed, dropping the act. “Stop trying to start that rumor.”

“Why not?” You shot back. “You had no trouble spreading the rumor that I was the one who killed Herbie the hamster when we all know it was you who left the door open after cleaning his cage.”

“Are you kidding me? That was fifth grade.” He whispered harshly.

“I will never forget it.” You snapped back.

“Ahem.” The teacher cleared her throat as she stared at you and Peter with an annoyed expression. This was an everyday occurrence in her class, and any other class you had with Peter. You hated each other and everyone knew it. You and Peter stopped arguing and slumped in your seats, giving each other one last look of disdain.

“Instead of a final exam this semester, I’ll be giving you a final project.” The teacher continued. “You’ll be working with one other student.”

“Nice. We can finally present our work on quantum physics.” Peter excitedly high fived Ned.

“Can you guys reschedule your virgin convention for later?” You asked seriously. “I’m trying to listen.”

“Because of the disappointing grades on the last project, I will be assigning your partners.” The teacher went on.

“Don’t worry.” Peter whispered to Ned again. “We could still end up together. We got an A last time so she knows we work well together.”

“We got an A last time.” You mimicked his voice and moved your hand like a puppet.

“Yeah. An A.” Peter said as he leaned forward in his seat. “You know, like your bra size.”

“What did you just say to me?” You snapped as you whipped around. He had on his infamous shit eating grin that you hated.

“Young man, can you please stop interrupting our conversation?” He said as he held up a hand. Your jaw dropped at the insult, face growing warm with anger. You decide not to give him the satisfaction of an insult exchange and turned around in your seat. Your teacher began to list off the partners for the projects.

“Leeds, Stacy.” She called out. “You’ll be working together.”

“Sorry, man. But also, not sorry man.” Ness frown quickly turned into a smile. “Gwen, over here!”

“Aw.” You snickered as you turned around on your chair. “I feel bad for whoever gets stuck with you now. That poor, unfortunate soul.”

“Parker. L/n. You’ll be working together.”

“What?” You and Peter screamed in unison. You gave each other an angry look before looking at your teacher in protest.

“You two are always holding up my class and I’m tired of it.” She held up a hand. “This project will teach you how to finally get along and stop disrupting me while I teach.”

“Mrs. Avery, with all due respect, I can feel myself getting more disruptive already.” You told her.

“I think that’s your STD.” Peter mumbled.

“You two need to learn how to be professional and amicable.” She ignored your protest. “You won’t always like your peers. But you will always have to collaborate with them at some point.”

“I understand that.” You assured her. “But if we do this project together, my fist is going to collaborate with Peters face.”

“That’s a threat.” Peter piped up. “I’d like to file a report.”

“And I’d like to take that report and shove it up your-“

“Enough.” Mrs. Avery cut you off. “You will be working together and that is final.”

You both shrunk in your seats, fuming with anger over the teachers decision. You didn’t cause any more disruptions throughout the class and quickly left once the bell rang.

Peter saw you at your locker, which was coincidentally next to his locker, spraying some perfume on.

“Darling!” Peter exclaimed as he stood next to you. “So good to see you! You know how much I love when you hog all the locker space and make the entire hallways smell like perfume.”

“Why, thank you.” You touched your hand to your heart. “As I’m sure you know, some of us prefer to smell like things other than Neosporin and baby powder. After all, that’s your signature scent and I’d just hate to step on your toes.”

“I didn’t know. Thank you for opening your gigantic mouth and telling me!” Peter said through a toothy grin.

“Oh, Peter.” You laughed airily. “You’re very welcome, you sad sack of shit.”

“Classy.” Peter faked a smile as he opened his locker. “Do you want to come over to my house after school to work on the project? I live walking distance from here.”

“What? No.” You scoffed. “You’re not getting me to a secondary location. We’ll work in the library.”

“Actually, we won’t, because it’s closed for maintenance.” He replied with a tight smile.

“I wish you were closed for maintenance.” Yoh grumbled as you zipped up your bag.

“Hilarious.” He fake laughed loudly. “Are you coming over or not?”

“Not.” You said in disgust. “I don’t know you or your parents. You might try to kill me as a part of some Parker family cult ritual.”

“My parents are dead.” He told you, unamused. “It’s just me and my aunt.”

“Is your aunt a cult leader?” You asked.

“No.” He groaned.

“Cult member?”

“No. All she does is cheat at cross world puzzles and shop at Whole Foods.” He said.

“So you lied.” You slammed your locker and looked at him. “She’s in the Whole Foods cult.”

“Can you try not to be difficult for two minutes, please? We need to get this project done.”

“Jokes on you, Parker.” You folded your arms. “Difficult is my lowest setting.”

“Ooo. Scary.” He mocked you. “What’s your highest? Because I’m pretty sure I saw it last Tuesday when your backpack got stuck on the door handle and you decided to blame me.”

“I know that was your fault. And I go from difficult to hooligan to the step mom from Parent Trap.” You shrugged.

“And they said women aren’t funny.” Peter replied as he slapped his knee. You raised an eyebrow at him, judging him for his material.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“You’re gonna be sorry.” You told him. “Where do you live again?”

“Waking distance from here. I said that less than five minutes ago.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“Well I didn’t hear that because I tune you out when you speak. You know, like most people do.” You said sweetly.

“Wow, you’re so funny.” Peter said sarcastically. “If I meet you here at the end of the day, will you come home with me?”

“Fine.” You huffed. “I’ll go home with you. But if I start detecting any cult shit going on, I’m leaving.”

“Fine by me.” He scoffed. “I’ll see you later.”

~

“Are you ready to go?” Peter asked after the last bell had rang. You shouldered your backpack and shut your locker, feeling unusually anxious around him. You could deal with Peter for 40 minutes at a time when all you did was trade insults. Something about walking to his home together and spending time alone knocked the confidence right out of you.

“I’m ready.” You nodded.

“What, no insult?” He asked. “No mocking of my voice?”

“We were assigned each other as partners so we could learn to be civil, right?” You shrugged. “I guess I’m just mature enough to give it a try.”

“There she is.” Peter smiled as you began to walk in the direction of his apartment. “There’s my girl.”

You looked to the side when you heard him say this, unsure of how it made you feel. You often called each other pet names ironically, but this felt different. There was a change in the dynamic between the two of you and it was clouding your judgment.

You let Peter do all the talking as you walked home, thankful that he lived so close to the school. He spewed out ideas for the project the entire elevator ride up and didn’t stop until you were standing outside his bedroom door.

Peter stopped talking and opened the door, gesturing for you to go inside. You made a face at him before walking, staying in one spot as he shut the door and sat down. You were frozen as you looked around his room, not liking how human it made him. He had notes from classes you didn’t have with him strewn around and an open first aid kit on his desk.

“You can sit.” He chuckled when he noticed how stiff you were.

“I’m scared to.” You admitted.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. Something about sitting on this boys bed with him seemed finalizing, like you’d be opening a door you couldn’t close.

“Just sit down.” He repeated. “I didn’t rig the place with boobytraps, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s what someone who rigged the place with booby traps would say.” You replied as you took a hesitant seat on his bed.

“There. Isnt that nice?” He asked sarcastically.

“No.” You said immediately. “Am I the first girl to ever sit on your bed?”

“Psh. No.”

“I’ll take that as a yes ma’am.” You mumbled.

“Whatever.” He replied. “What do you want to do the project on?”

“How about micropenises?” You suggested. “You won’t even have to do any research.”

“Haha. So funny.” He rolled his eyes. “You are so annoying it’s actually impressive.”

“Please.” You laughed. “You so have a crush on me.”

“What?” His entire face went red. “No I don’t.”

“No I don’t.” You mimicked his voice. “Yes you do. That’s why you’re up my ass all the time.”

“That makes no sense.” He scoffed.

“It makes total sense.” You insisted. “You know I’ll never like you back, so you made me hate you. That way, you still get to talk to me all the time. Genius, really. I applaud you.”

“That’s a nice little fantasy you’ve created for yourself. Is that what you tell yourself to help you fall asleep?” He teased you.

“Yep.” You smiled brightly. “Right after I finger blast myself to the thought of you in your Catholic schoolboy sweaters.”

“Oh my God.” His cheeks turned even redder at your inappropriate joke.

“And they said women aren’t funny.” You used his words from earlier.

“They were right.” He said, making you laugh.

“God, I love it when you talk down to me.” You fanned yourself. “Can you tell me how to change a tire?”

Peter began to laugh as well, looking at you as you both laughed. You quickly stopped laughing when you realized you just gave him a genuine smile and looked away.

“Do you want to do the project on tensile strength?” You suggested to break the tension. “I know you’re weirdly into that.”

“How’d you know?” He wondered.

“You almost popped a boner when we talked about in last month.” You teased him. “It’s just rope, dude.”

“It’s not just rope. It’s the force-“

“-the force required to pull something until it breaks. I know.” You finished his sentence. “I’m smart too, you know.”

“Oh.” He was dumbfounded that you knew something he was interested in. “I didn’t know.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Women use brain sometime. Woman say smart thing like man.”

Peter laughed again, realizing you were actually kind of funny when you wanted to be.

“I’m not a misogynist, you know.” Peter said after a beat. “You don’t have to make jokes like that. I may not like you, but I respect you.”

“You respect me?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

“I respect all women. The strongest person I know is my Aunt. Plus, I’ve still never met anyone who was as smart as my mom. I wouldn’t be half the man I was if it weren’t for the women who raised me.” He shrugged. “But it would be ignorant and naive of me to only respect woman who are related to me in some way. So I respect all of them unless they give me a reason not to.”

“Have I given you a reason not to?” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Not yet.” He chuckled to himself. “You’re annoying, but you’re brilliant. I know you would never admit this, but we’re basically the same person. You’re just more extroverted so you have more friends and popularity. And you’re smart but you don’t make that your whole personality, so it impresses more people when you let your intelligence show.”

Your body language shifted when you realized he was actually a nice guy. He clearly paid attention to you and was impressed by what he saw. You didn’t say anything, so Peter kept going.

“People lean in to listen when you start speaking instead of tuning you out.” He brought up your insult from earlier, and you felt bad. You didn’t realize he admired you in any way and you felt guilty for always teasing him. Peter’s kept his eyes down, playing with his fingers to distract himself.

“You’re…you’re kind of every thing I wanted to be.” He said quietly. You smiled softly at him, but he didn’t see it. It was the first time you had a nice moment with Peter, and you didn’t hate it. You could tell he was beginning to panic for sharing so much, so you reached forward and tilted his chin up to look at you. His wide eyes met yours and you gave him a small smile.

“How did your parents die?” You asked quietly, immediately ruining the moment.

“Damn.” Peter pulled away with a shocked laugh. “When was your first period?”

“All right. I get your point.” You rolled your eyes. “That was a little abrupt.”

“You’re telling me.” He teased. You sat in silence for a moment, neither of you sure where to go from there. You knew Peter was still processing you touching his face, so you talked first.

“My parents are dead too.” You said without looking up at him.

“They are?” He asked, scooting a little closer to you on the bed.

“Yeah.” You looked up and gave him a sad smile. “But if you think we’re gonna take a turn and fall in love because we have similar trauma, you’re wrong. I can’t stand orphans.”

“But you’re an orphan.” He reminded you.

“And?”

“Never mind.” He shook his head. “I have a feeling I won’t be getting through to you.”

“Probably not.” You agreed. “Tell me more, though. Did your parents die doing something cool?”

“I don’t really know.” He shrugged. “It was a plane crash. That’s all I’ve been told.”

“Oh.” You nodded. “Sounds lame.”

“What?”

“A plane crash?” You raised your eyebrow. “That’s so boring. Yawn.”

“Excuse me?” He laughed in shock again. “Fine. How did your parents die?”

“Firefighters.” You said proudly. “Died saving three children.”

“Wow.” Peter sat back, stumped.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I was one of them.”

“Seriously?” His eyes widened as he fought the urge to hold your hand.

“No. I’m fucking with you.” You began to laugh as he let out a groan.

“Why would you do that to me?” He whined. “You had me, for a minute there.”

“What can I say? I’m an actor.” You flipped your hair ostentatiously.

“What actually happened?” He wondered. You stopped smiling and bit your bottom lip.

“Drunk driver.” You told him. He didn’t fight the urge this time and reached over to take your hand in his. You stared at your interlocked hands, wondering if you should pull away or not. On the one hand, he was your enemy. But that didn’t make his warmth any less inviting.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “That must have been really hard on you.”

“You know the feeling, don’t you?” You asked with a sad smile.

“I do.” He nodded. “And I know how much it sucked to not have someone who knew how it felt. You don’t have to feel that way anymore. Neither of us do.”

You opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it, not wanting to ruin the moment again. The guy holding your hand was not the same guy who sat behind you in physics. This guy was someone you actually liked.

“I might have misjudged you, Peter Parker.” You laughed shyly. “You might not be as unbearable as I remembered.”

“And you might not be the frigid bitch I thought you were.” He matched your tone.

“Watch it.” You warned.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“You were right.” You said after a beat. “We are pretty much the same person. I never realized that before.”

“Maybe that’s why we don’t get along.” He shrugged, rubbing soft circles into your hand.

“I’d be willing to give it a try, if you were.” You said sheepishly. “Who knows? I might just like you.”

“You want to give this a try?” He asked, eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Why not?” You shrugged. “What do I have to lose?”

“Okay.” He nodded eagerly. “Then we’ll try.”

“Cool.” You smiled.

“Cool.” He said before leaning in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as his fluttered shut, making you realize you were on different pages. His lips made contact with yours for a few seconds before you pushed him off.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Kissing you?” He asked in confusion as hurt flashed in his eyes.

“Why the hell would you do that?” You exclaimed, still in shock. You got off the bed and backed away from him, trying to process what just happened.

“You said we were giving it a try!” He was shouting now too, but not out of anger. “I thought we were finally admitting that we like each other.”

“I meant giving friendship a try! I never said anything about a relationship.” You shouted. You quieted down when you saw the upset look on his face. “You... you like me?”

“I thought it was obvious.” He said quietly. “I-I thought you knew. You said it before and I just…I thought you knew.”

“Peter, I was joking when I said all that stuff.” You calmed down and sat back on his bed. “I didn’t actually think you liked me.”

“Oh.” He blinked a few times before looking down. “I…I do.”

“Peter, I’m sorry.” You reached for his hand again but his withdrew it.

“No, it’s my fault.” He shook his head and got off the bed. “I misunderstood the situation.”

“Peter, wait.” You caught him by the wrists and pulled him back down to the bed. He sat down again but looked anywhere but at you. You could see that his eyes were glassy so you put a hand on his face.

“You were right.” His voice wavered. “I did like you and I did think you’d never like me back. That’s why I always tease you. I just wanted you to talk to me.”

“Pete.” You whispered, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb.

“I’m sorry. I really don’t want to be here right now. I’ll email you my part of the project and-“

You cut him off by wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. You both had your eyes closed this time and it lasted much longer. Your lips moved against his slowly and you could feel how inexperienced he was. Even so, it was perfect. You pulled away after a minute and looked into his eyes, feeling better now that there were no traces of sadness in them.

“You kissed me.” He said, dumbfounded.

“I can’t know I don’t like you back if I never give you a chance.” You shrugged as you withdrew your hand from his face.

“Well what did you decide?” He asked curiously. You puckered your lips and tilted your head, staring at him as if you were making a decision.

“I still think you’re super annoying.” You concluded.

“Okay.” Peter nodded.

“But it’s an annoying I’m willing to put up with.” You decided as you slipped your hand back into his. Peter broke out into a smile and nodded again.

“Okay.”

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Our little love part 2 - mafia/yandere au Drabble {angst + fluff}

As always please let me know what you think, I am actually going to go to bed now my brain is angry with me for not sleeping.

It seemed the cycle was never ending, you fucking up and pissing them off, them punishing you by drowning you in their love, only letting you come up to breathe so you could swim in your own guilt and submit to them.

You wince as the victim to your latest fuck up gets another blow to his chest. Taehyung and Hobi held onto his arms as Jungkook and Jimin kick and punch the poor individual. You know not to speak, it’ll only make things worse. Temperament was a fickle thing in their lives, trust was everything, and you still had to build yours up again.

“Y/n help please,” Kai whimpers as you stood with your arms crossed looking away.

“Don’t fucking say her name,” Jungkook growled before punching your ex colleague in the face. You’re frowning, the need to beg them to stop was fighting for exit on the top of your tongue, but you bite it down and pray Kai doesn’t say another word. You know if you do as he asks they’d kill him. Your punishment was to watch silently.

Yoongi strolls up behind you, hands in his pockets before he rests his head on your shoulder, watching the display in front of you both.

“Nothing to say little love?” He whispers as your friend groans out in pain.

Please don’t kill him, you want to say, but you just shake your head in defeat. You want to believe they’re better than this, but the evidence of the contrary was never hidden from you. They showed you every side of them whether proud of it or not with bold eyes daring you to stop loving them, pushing your boundaries and morals waiting for you to snap. But the breaking point never came, you loved them, you shouldn’t and you knew it, but you did. You were completely and utterly theirs, yet still they treated you like you hadn’t seen the worst of them. Like you would run away the second you realised they were monsters, not that they would let you run far, only far enough to let you take a single breath before making you drown in them once again.

Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, keeping an eye on your reactions. The asshole deserved it, not that they cared either way, he tried to take you away from them, that was enough.

Kai was your old partner before you took a very early retirement, what you didn’t know was that he continued the case you were working on before you left; the case of the seven men you now loved and the reason you quit said job. He had called you to meet up for old times sake and you, very naively in Yoongi’s mind, decided it was harmless. But if it was harmless why didn’t you say anything to the boys? You thought Kai didn’t know the reason you handed in your resignation, but he had been keeping an eye on you all before he realised you were the key to their downfall. He knew you harboured some feeling for him in the past and thought you’d reciprocate when he tried to flirt his way into getting his hands on the evidence you collected, he didnt know you burned it all. You lied to him and said you lost it, same difference anyway. This prompted plan b from him.

“Y/n they’re criminals,” he had said to you. “You’re a cop at heart you can’t love them.”

You floundered at his words when you realised he knew, and yet he still asked you to betray them.

“Kai I think I need to go...”

It was a mistake, you knew it then, but he followed you out onto the street and you hoped tonight the men you loved weren’t keeping an eye on you. Maybe naive was an understatement.

“Are they coercing you Y/n! Do they have something on you or are they threatening you?” He calls after you. “Because the Y/n I know would never love killers, what have they done to you?”

It was when he reached his hand out to grab your arm that your boyfriends decided to show themselves from the shadows. Which lead to the situation now, Kai beat up and bruised beyond recognition, and you forced to watch. He falls unconscious and they let him drop to the floor, you hate this side of them, it was cruel and cold but you’d never leave. They turn to face you now, their anger still present despite the last hour of releasing it onto your old partner. They don’t miss the way you’re shaking, the shallow breaths as you try and keep your tears to yourself. As much as you hate their violence, you hate their disappointment in you more.

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You’re sitting in Joonie’s lap for what you call the debriefing of your punishment, this happened way too often in your opinion. You look down but he wasn’t having it today, tilting your head to look at him by your chin.

“Why did you get punished today little love?” He starts the same way as usual.

“I went out without telling you guys where I was going or who with,” you say while fiddling with your fingers out of nervous habit.

“And?” Hobi sits across from you in a chair, legs straddling the back and an elbow rested on top with his fist holding up his face. Hobi was hardest to pacify, he was ruthless and unforgiving and while that didn’t extend to you, you still had a hard time with his stubborn anger.

“I met up with Kai, and I let him touch me,” you’ve done this too many times before to not know how it worked. Kai’s ‘touch’ obviously meant nothing to you but for them it was the worst crime anyone could commit against their little love.

You remember the time you nearly tripped in the park and a guy steadied you politely, but you still had to hold Jungkook back from throwing hands.

“Kookie would you rather I fell and hurt myself?” No he hadn’t wanted that so he grumbled in agreement still seething but you cooled it down. “Instead of hitting him maybe you should thank him,” it was a joke but it made the youngest scoff.

“Baby girl why can’t you just be good?” Namjoon’s sigh brings you back to the present. “Why do you always have to test us like this?”

You didn’t mean to, you want to say it but the words are stuck below the sob in your throat. You actually whimper as his tone, bottom lip wobbling pathetically. He hadn’t even told you off properly, but you already felt like a mess as he bathed you in his disappointment. That was the common consequence of your actions and you hated it, you couldn’t do anything right.

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“Jin do you need help with the food?” You ask your eldest boyfriend politely, he was frowning and you thought it was because today’s meal was too much for him to handle alone, his tone of voice made you realise it was because of you.

“No, I’m alright,” he doesn’t look at you as he speaks and you’re left gaping at him like a fish. Jin loved it when you cooked with him, it was your bonding time without the others, although Yoongi would join you from time to time. The others also tried but Jin wouldn’t let them anywhere near the kitchen, they hogged you enough anyway.

You feel your soul deflate, still standing there as he ignored you.

“Are you mad at me too?”

The way you said it made his heart twinge with guilt, but the others were right you wouldn’t learn and your first betrayal was still fresh on their minds. He sighs and you turn away, refusing to crying in front of them for the tenth time that day. What was wrong with you? Ever since that day where they found out who you really were you felt like you werent enough anymore, you tried so hard to make up for it all but you kept messing up. You weren’t like this before, but after seeing the hurt you put them through you were constantly on edge and second guessing yourself. You wish you could go back and stop them from ever finding out.

Jin hears the sniffle as you walk away and he can’t go through with it.

“Wait little love,” he calls for you. “I forgot to cut the onions, would you mind?”

You shake your head, you didn’t mind, but you didn’t trust your voice to answer for you. Youre grateful to Jin for giving you this task, it hides the fact you’re crying, but you know he doesn’t miss it.

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Jimin and Taehyung were giving you narrowed stern gazes through dinner, it put you off your food which resulted in getting told off by Jin just after he branched out to you in the kitchen.

You felt alone, like the seven men you loved were against you and there was no one to blame but yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly before getting up and removing yourself from the dinner table and dining room, ignoring all of their stares. You decide maybe an early night is best, you could start again fresh tomorrow. You don’t get too far up the stairs before a hand pulls you back, you turn to see Jimin with Tae a few steps behind him.

You’re so used to seeing them laugh and play around that it feels like you’re looking at different people. Even during missions or gun fights, the youngest three were always joking their way through the bloodshed, keeping scores of who got the most headshots and other grotesque games. You remember the time Jimin and Tae called you during he middle of a shoot out, arguing with you and each other over who you loved more out of the two while you begged them to not get shot or killed.

“Why did you go see him Y/n?” Jimin asked, he wore the demeanour he used for enemies and it takes you back to that night.

“I... h-he said he wanted to see me to catch up,” you explain but you know it’ll fall on deaf ears.

“And you thought that was a good idea, to see your old cop buddy?” His tone makes you feel stupid, you weren’t stupid.

“He was my friend Jimin,” you say in disbelief, you know in the end it was a mistake but at the time it didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.

“You’re ours,” Taehyung moved forward, towering over you even though he’s a step below you. His face is close to your own, eyes burning into yours as he looks disgusted at the words that left your mouth as if they’re still attached to you. “How do you think we felt when you went to see another detective? Do you have any idea what was going through our heads?”

“Tae I love you,” you lean away from him, searching his face for a hint of softness and love in his gaze, but there was only fire. “You know I wouldn’t, you all know I wouldn’t, I left that life for you why would I turn back to it?”

He stalks away from you without a word, Jimin close behind, giving you a final cold glance before leaving you alone. You thought your love could make them better but if anything you made their darkness worse.

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Jungkook needed to vent, the only way he knew how was physically. Obviously it wasn’t the cleverest thing he’s done, taking rounds with the punching bag only to open up the cuts on his hand from beating the bastard earlier. He mutters a few curse words under his breath, why did you make matters worse? Maybe they were being harsh on you before today, finding any excuse to punish you a little, test your boundaries and see if you would run, but today they honestly feared that was what happened. They thought you chose to leave them and go back to the life you had before them, but they’d never let you go, they couldn’t let you go. Despite everything you loved them and they worshipped the ground you walked on. You were everything for them now, there’s be no point to any of them without you. Why didn’t you understand that?

He throws another punch to the bag, spreading his blood across them, it hurt like hell, but the thought of you running back to your old partner still played on all of their minds. He wanted to cry, he wanted to find you and beg you to never leave them, they’d be nothing without you.

There’s a knock on the door and he finds you on the other side, waiting for permission to come in. You never waited for permission, it makes him frown, maybe they were too harsh on you today. He could see you shuffling your weight, insecurity screaming through your eyes, you feared his rejection more than his anger.

He notices the first aid kit in your hand, you must’ve heard him. He doesn’t let the fluttering in his chest reach his face as he sits on the bench, waiting for you to come to him.

His gaze is expectant, daring you to cross the threshold and face him, you were no coward, you didn’t fear them the way others did, why were you behaving so meekly now? You force yourself to move and sit beside him, setting the kit down and pushing your hair back behind your ears. He doesn’t move his gaze away from you, even with the sweat and hair hanging in front of his face.

You carefully take a his hand into yours, sucking air between your teeth at how injured it was.

“I’m sorry you hurt yourself because of me,” you say, eyes on his bloodied knuckle as you press the ointment against the open wounds. “Are you sure you want me to stay, I keep hurting you...”

You try to sound like you’re joking, that you’re okay and the hurt isn’t weighing you down with your doubts. He frowns, they really did take it too far. He sets down the cotton wool from your grasp, taking both of hands into his before kissing each finger delicately without letting you look away.

“You’re perfect little love,” Jungkook says, reassuring you with no question in his voice. “We’re the ones who don’t deserve you, we’re mean and cruel but we’re never letting you go.”

You remember how loving they were before that night, maybe while they accepted the truth at face value they could never really forgive you in their hearts. Maybe that’s why they were being like this, they didn’t love you the same way anymore.

“Do you love me?” You had to know, the doubt was eating you alive.

He looks at you as if you’re insane, maybe you are, you don’t know anymore.

“Little love, don’t you see how much we love you?” He asks sincerely. “We would do anything for that love even if it made you hate us, you belong with us, and no one is going to take you away.”

You could see the crazed look in his face grow as he spoke, you believed him, the honestly worn like a heart on a sleeve. But his answer bought a wave clarity to your hazed vision, you made them like this, you made them worse, you had to leave.

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 20

Part 19

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Contains: Fluff. Forensics and discussion of cold cases involving children. Smut (oral sex M receiving, body worship, complements fingering, CONSENT, mild dom Jax, mild sub reader, begging, aftercare.) Loosely follows the plot of season 1 episode 9.

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The beginning.

"I'm plan to get on my knees and suck your dick tonight, the smoothy will make it a bit more pleasant for me." His eyes went wide and he took a gulp from the glass, "this is really good."

You nodded, and he licked his lower lip. You straddled him, kissing him deeply while his hands moved down to grip your ass. You pulled away just as he started to grind you down onto him.

"See you tonight my love."

"Hale and ATF here for you."

You pulled one glove off and walked over to the intercom, "I'm doing a post, they can wait out there until I'm done or they can leave. I'll be another half an hour."

There was a belief pause before Travis spoke again, "Agent Sthal is being pretty insistent, she said that she's more than happy to talk to Holt if you don't come out."

That wouldn't go down well.

"Send them in, tell them to come to the exam room. Thank you Travis."

A few moments later, Hale and Stahl were at the door, "Dr l/n we'd like to talk to you about a few things."

You kept your focus on the remains in front of you, "we can talk through the door or you can come in. I have a job to do that doesn't involve helping you."

"We'd like to have your full attention."

You turned to glare at her, "best I can do is let you in. These remains belong to a child, nothing you could ask me is more important than making sure this little boy gets his story told."

You walked over and buzzed them in, Hale's hand immediately going to cover his nose, "if you have a problem with the smell of rotting flesh, you shouldn't be here." He gave one last look of disgust before dropping his hand.

"What is it that you wish to discuss? I'm a busy woman and I don't have the time to wait around for you to get your stomach under control." Sthal stepped forward, hands on her hips with a condescending look on her face. You put on a new glove and went back to the exam.

"What do you know about the Sons of Anarchy?" You pressed your lips together to avoid speaking out of turn.

"They're a motorcycle club. Samuel is my Brother and Jackson is my romantic partner. I'm on friendly terms with all of them, but I'm closest with Mr Ortiz and Mr Lowman, a member of the Tacoma charter. I get along great with Gemma and the other women, you're not going to find a problem with me."

Hale looked at Sthal as if to say, "I told you so."

Sthal wasn't interested in anything you had to say, "I would really like your full attention for this, it's very important." If looks could kill, she would be dead a thousand times over.

You dropped the tool in your hands and removed both gloves walking over to the door and gesturing for them to follow you. You took them on the short walk to bone storage before storming in.

"You want my full attention? You think whatever you want is more important than all these people waiting for justice. When I'm not thinking about the bones on my table, I'm thinking about the bones in here." You walked over to one wall and pulled out three trays.

"I would like you to pick one of these remains to be identified. If you can do that, we can go to my office and I'll talk to you." They were all clearly the bones of children, Hale reached out to the smallest set and you picked up the card.

"Sorry, not that one. The police mishandled the evidence and I don't have the time to talk to you and fix that mistake." You realised that while Sthal deserved this treatment, Hale probably didn't. He reached out to another box, and you shook your head.

"Nope sorry, the prime suspect for this one refused to give anything away. I don't have the time to collect evidence and work out a deal with the DA to get this little girl's killer." Sthal crossed her arms over her chest, "are you done?"

Deep breath

"No June, I'm not done. You have nothing on the Club, coming after the women, is just low. Now get lost, or I swear to Lucifer that I will make sure the forensics community knows how little you care about the dead." It took her a while to realise the mistake she had made, that didn't stop her from trying to recover ground.

"We'll come back later when you have the time." You glared at her one last time,

"Yes, that would be best."

The rest of the post was done by the afternoon, you were sitting in your office when Holt walked in.

"I saw ATF here today, did you cause a kerfuffle?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, Hale's growing on me but that women makes me want to punch her in her smug face." Holt nodded.

"I will ensure she is dealt with at the door next time, if it has to do with Jackson and his past time, then I can't have you dealing with personal matters during work hours. She can reach you at home from now on, I will inform Travis that only Hale is to be buzzed in from now on."

"Thanks, professor."

He paused at the doorway, "no problem, Dr l/n."

Hodgins popped in just after Holt left, "DNA's back, we got the guy. The DA is on the way." He left and your head dropped to the desk in relief, another case down, another one to find.

"A Mister Winston at the door for you."

That's a pleasant surprise.

"Send him in Travis, and remind me to bring you an extra bit of cake tomorrow for all your hard work today."

Opie arrived at your door a minute later, "hello Ope. Please sit, can I get you anything to eat or drink? There's plenty of stuff around."

He sat down at your desk, "a coffee is fine, thanks." you got the coffee ready and put it down in front of him, then sat down in your own chair.

"What brings you here today?"

Opie leaned forward and rested his arms on your desk, "I just wanted to sort out dropping the kids off here so Donna and I can have the day to ourselves. Thanks for the offer by the way."

You pulled up your calendar, "I have tomorrow, both days this weekend, next Monday and all of next weekend as well."

Opie thought for a minute, "tomorrow would be great."

After a few clicks, that was done, "all fixed, you can drop them off after 9:30 in the morning, I'll get them their food for the day so you guys can just leave the house in the morning without worrying."

You looked at the expression on his face, he seemed upset, "there's more, isn't there. I'm here to listen and I promise, these walls and steal traps. Nothing you say here gets out." Opie took a deep breath.

"What are your thoughts on all of this?"

His eyes were downcast, "I think you should do what makes you and your wife happy. The Club took you from her for five years Ope, it's going to take her time to come around."

He nodded, thinking about what you said carefully, "Jax and the other guys want out of guns, I'm not going to tell you to lie to Donna and say things are going to get better overnight. But with the peace with The Mayans, there's no reason to worry her either."

He took a long sip in contemplation, "and if she doesn't want me to be involved in the Club?"

You looked at him dead in the eyes, "then you leave the Club or you figure out how to leave her while still keeping your children happy. This isn't all about you and Donna, it's about them too. They need their parents to be happy and they will grow to understand if that means you being apart."

You finished his coffee before he responded, "Jax said you would tell it to me straight. You've given me a lot to think about. Thanks for listening."

You smiled at him, "no problem Ope, and for what it's worth, I think Donna will come around with the Club."

You got up and gave him a hug before walking him out. You would talk to Jax and about Clay and Tig were handling Ope later, over the last week or two it had become clear that Tig was poisoning Clay to be even more blind to the truth than he already was.

But now wasn't the time to think about that, from work, you were going up to Stockton to see Otto and then home to get ready for tonight.

****

"Hello Otto, how's life been treating you?" you put the box of supplies in front of him and sat down at the visiting tables.

"Alright now that you're here, how's Luann doing?"

Whenever Luann hadn't visited that week, which was rare, he always asked after her, "she's going great. One of her films won award, and the studio has been nominated for a women's rights award for her treatment of the staff. If she gets it, it will mean access to a much higher end of the market."

He gave you a strange look, "do you happen to be the person who put the nomination in?"

You looked at him sideways, "you know I'm not going to answer that. She treats her staff really well, she's deserving of some recognition. I've seen some terrible things in that industry, the only way it changes is if we give more power to the people who do the right thing."

He nodded, "yeah, you're right. How's Abel going?"

You smiled, "excellent, he'll be getting out of the incubator in a few day, then he'll be home a little while after that. We're all very relieved." Otto smiled and went through the box you had brought him.

"You know this foreign food is making me very popular, I'm going to have to start some import store if you keep it up."

You giggled, "hey if French chocolate gets you all the friends you could ask for, I'm happy to provide it." He laughed, rubbing his face at the dry humour.

"A little birdy told me that you and Jax were finally together."

You shook your head, "I swear you guys are worse gossips than Marines and that's saying something. Yes, Jax and I are now together." He smiled at you and the bell rang.

"I see you same time next month?"

He nodded, "yeah, be safe and bring pictures of Abel when he comes home." With one last hug, you left.

*****

'Thanks for dinner Sammy!" Sam was already walking away, leaving you and Jax at the table.

"How was Otto?"

He leaned over and grabbed one of your hands on his, "good, he misses everyone but overall, he's doing ok."

Jax nodded, "thanks for going to see him. We try to go when we can but with everything going on we haven't had the time." You ran your thumb over his knuckles.

"You really should, the more you see him, the more he knows that people on the outside care, the easier it will be for him. And I understand if this point offends you but you can't give the cops a way in. Loneliness is an amazing weapon."

Jax thought for a minute, "I know, I'll get something going with the guys so someone is always ready for a visit."

He watched your facial expression change, "shall we head upstairs? I do have plans for the rest of the night."

Jax gave you a cocky smile, "I can't wait to see these plans."

You smiled under your eyelashes, "I'm sure you'll have fun."

****

You led Jax to the middle of the room and got a pillow off the bed, dropping it to the side.

"Can I ask you a favour? You can say no."

He nodded, "sure Darlin." You kissed his chin.

"I really want to suck your dick, but I also really just want to touch you."

He tilted his head in confusion, "you are touching me."

You barely suppressed a smile, "not like that, I want to…….. admire your architecture." he thought for less than a second before grabbing the hem of his shirt.

"Let me, please." He dropped his hands and you slid yours over his body, gripping the edge before Jax helped you pull it over his head.

The expression on your face made the blood run to Jax's dick, it reminded him of the same look you gave him when you first met but this was laced with so much desire. You leaned in, brushing your fingertips over his skin, he could feel you regarding him like he was some kind of prize artwork.

"You're so warm, your skin feels like a blanket warmed by the sun in summer." Jax felt his face get hot, it's not like he wasn't used to women worshipping him but this was different. You were running your fingers over his every ridge and angle, pausing to press a kiss on specific points.

You brushed your thumb and then your lips over a scar on his side, "how did you get this one?"

He smiled down at you, "feel out of a tree when I was a teenager." You kissed it again before moving onto another area of his chest.

Jax felt painfully hard and it was clear you hadn't even begun yet, not that he had any plans on stopping you. You moved to his arms next, touching the tips of your fingers to the dome of his shoulder.

"You have such nice arms, can I confess something?"

He smiled, "sure Darlin." You pressed your nose to his skin then nipped it gently.

"You are very very biteable. I don't know whether it's the build up of frustration and desire or the fact that you're so attractive that it makes me angry but I can barely contain myself."

He raised his eyebrows at you, "is that so?"

You shook your head, "you're insufferable Teller." You moved to the other arm and then his back, caressing then kissing his shoulder blades, then his tattoo and finally, up his spine.

You ran a hand along his pants, "can I?" He moved his hands to help and you knocked them away, removing his sweatpants but not his boxers before moving the pillow and kneeling on it.

Looking down at you while you pressed kisses to his legs made him feel like this was an act of worship, and yet, he felt like he should prostrate himself at your feet, rip open his chest cavity and hand you his heart for you to do with it whatever you wish.

Mercifully, you finally touched your fingers to the elastic of his boxers and he nodded, you pulled them down and his cock sprang against his stomach. You put one hand on his hip and the other hand around the base of his dick.

"If I pinch you, it means stop. If I tap, it means slow down. Other than that you can enjoy yourself. You'll have to give me some direction because I want to make sure you are having fun, ok? If you're going to cum, just tap my cheek."

Jax put a hand on your head and used the other hand to stroke your face, "just do whatever you want, I'll tell you if I don't like something."

You started small, kissing the head while your hand moved up and down the shaft. As you took the head in your mouth Jax groaned and you went a little deeper, "yeah that's good."

You pulled away, shooting him a sly grin when he looked down at you. You turned your head to the side, licking him from base to tip and back again before going back to sucking the first third of him into your mouth.

"Fuck, just like that." You did as he asked, taking a deep breath before going a little deeper. As the hand on your head became more insistent, your movements became quicker. Jax was now moving your head back and forth in earnest, moaning and grunting with each movement.

"You're ready good at that. Holy shit, I can't belive I waited so long to make you my old lady." You laughed and the vibrations made his knees shake. He felt you pinch his hip before you pulled off him.

"Can I touch myself?" His breath caught in his throat, he started to go over the parts of a bike engine in his head in hopes of not cumming like a teenager.

"You're going to kill me y/n."

You laughed again, "that didn't answer my question Jackson, can I touch myself while I suck your dick?"

He groaned again, and moved back slightly so he would have a better view of your whole body, "please Darlin, although I can't promise how long I'll last with that vision." You smiled at him and he watched one hand move down your body while the mouth went back to work.

He tried, he really did but all it took was the shake of one of your moans and he was lightly tapping your cheek. He was expecting you to pull back but you pulled him deeper into your mouth and one of your hands drifted to lift his balls towards his body.

The orgasm nearly threw him off his feet, desperately grabbing for anything as one of your hands braced against his hip. The gentle push of your small hand against him helped him stand on unsteady legs and then you were kissing back up his body.

"Thank you Jackson, I really enjoyed that." He stood there stunned, you enjoyed it, you were thanking him.

"Is your phone off?"

You tilted your head at him on confusion, "it's never off, why?" he put one hand on your upper arm and the other around your waist and pulled you to him.

"Because you're not leaving this bedroom until I'm done with you. I don't care what's going on." You stood on tippytoes, brushing your lips against his.

"And what you planing on doing? There won't be any begging from me it that's wht you're after." He shook his head with an arrogant smile on his face, his hand drifting down your body to your centre.

You try to suppress a moan as his fingers glance over you, "really, because I beg to differ with how wet you are already." You attempted to glare at him but it only came across as desperate.

"Balls in your court Teller."

The hand still on your upper arm softened and he shifted it to your face, leaning down to kiss you. He pulled away, kissing a path over your cheek to your ear, "show me what you like." You raced to put your hand over his, fumbling for a moment to lay your fingers over his.

Jax's hand was mostly limp, accepting your guidance with ease. As he got more confident, you pressed less and less and finally, you moved your hand to grip his forearm.

"That feel good?" You nodded, flopping against his body as his fingers moved on you. Jax felt like a king, all that talk and you weren't able to hold up your own weight as he touched you.

Jax chuckled, moving to whisper in your ear, "if you don't think I'm going to pay back your appreciation of my architecture, as you put it, you're wrong. I'm just going to wait until you least expect it."

Your head fell back against his chest, "I'm immune to your charms Mr Teller." his fingers sped up and any other words caught in your throat.

"Bed?"

You kissed the side of his face, "please." there was a quick shift and your knees hit the edge. You sat down, grabbing Jax's arms to pull him down as you laid back. Once you were both positioned comfortably, his fingers returned to your slit.

"Oh fuck, keep going please."

He smiled and his voice took on such a cockiness, "that sounds a lot like begging." You sat up a little, latching onto his shoulder with your teeth before kiss your way up to kiss his face.

"That's not begging, that was a simple req……." you couldn't finish the rest of your sentence because two of his fingers were sliding inside you.

"Sure Darlin, you can say that all you like but we both know the truth. You'll be begging soon enough." You tilted your head, sucking on the point where his neck met his shoulder.

He crocked his fingers, looking for the rough spot inside you. He observed your reactions carefully, watching each grasp and moan. He would slow as you got close, focusing more on kissing any skin available to his lips.

"Come on y/n, don't make this hard on yourself. All you have to do is ask and I'll give you what you want."

He felt your teeth glance over his collarbone, "fuck off you insufferable man, you won't be winning this one." he smiled down at you, pushing himself up on his elbow so he was leaning over you.

"I promise I'll make it worth your while. It must be getting hard to hold out, I can feel you shaking." His condescending tone was undermined by the way he started to kiss you, soft and full of love.

"Please Jax, I'll do whatever you want. Please."

He pulled back, running his free hand over your face, "see, was that so hard?" his hand moved from your face to his hard cock, stroking it in time with his fingers.

"Jax I'm close."

He bit his lower lip, nodding slightly, "me too." He rubbed his thumb on your clit just a little harder and that was it, you exploded over his hand. You were vaguely aware of Jax groaning, his fingers stuttering inside you just a bit. He kept touching you as you came down, until finally pulling out when you got too sensitive.

"That was fanfuckingtasic, thank you."

Jax groaned again, "if you want to leave this room, you have to stop thanking me after doing stuff together. It's making it very hard to think about anything else when you take that sweet tone."

You giggled, pecking him then biting his lower lip, "I'm a very appreciative person, Beloved, you're going to have to get used to it." he smiled at you, soft and warm.

"You stay here, I'll clean us up."

Jax got up and you took the time to admire him, "you have a very nice derriere. Jax stopped his journey to the bathroom to laugh.

"Derriere. What is this, the 1890s?" He kept walking, laughing softly as he cleaned himself with one cloth and brought another warm, damp one to clean you before getting back up and putting the used fabric in the hamper.

He climbed into bed, pulling you to him so your head was against his chest. You both laid there for a while, Jax stroking your hair gently.

"You're going to be there tomorrow with me when they take Abel out, right?"

You tilted your head to look up at him, "of course, Holt gave me the whole day off." Jax smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

His burner beeped and checked the text before tossing his phone back down, "is everything ok?"

He nodded, "yeah, Clay and Tig just went in to meet with the Irish." One of his fingers started to trace your cheekbone, his fingertip gracing over the highest point.

"You know it's only early, right? They will out before ten at this rate and then you can relax, until then, do you want to watch some TV?" Jax nodded, reaching over to grab the remote.

"You can choose this time, I'm sure there's something you'll find interesting."

Jax smiled, flipping through the channels and recorded shows, "oooooo, the history of stolen art. That sounds fun." You shrugged at him and he put it on, putting the remote down, he placed the hand across your body and rested it on your hip.

"You good?"

You giggled a little, pushing up to kiss him gently, "I'm great, you?"

Jax pressed his lips together, leaning down to whisper in your air, "never been better, but you know what's going to beat this? The show you're going to put on for me because I won our bet." You giggled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"Well then Jackson, you better get to planing."

He chuckled softly, "I meant what I said, I regret not telling you how I felt sooner." You thought for a moment before replying.

"I knew you had feelings for me, so it's on both of us." Jax looked at with an unreadable expression.

"I knew you had feelings for me too." There was a pause before you both broke out into full-blown laughter.

"The day that Hap got shot, he called me off his face on pain meds to tell me that you were always talking about me and that when I walked in, in that dress, you reverted back to twelve and said I was the prettiest girl you had ever seen." Jax went red.

"Well Hap must have called me after you because he said you got all weird every time someone asked you how you felt about me, and he was totally convinced you loved me." You buried your face in his chest.

"Bobby blabbed too, and Billy was very insistent that you were totally into me."

Jax smiled, latching his hand in yours, "I'm not surprised, he called me yesterday and made it clear that if I ever hurt you I'd be getting shot."

You laughed softly, "I'll have to pull him up on that, he can't behave like that."

Jax chuckled, pulling your hand to his mouth to kiss your palm, "it's ok, he seemed pretty happy about the whole thing. I've been invited to your next get together."

You looked at Jax with mock fear, "oh shit, that's not good. Marines gossip worse than school girls. You'll be answering questions for hours. I'll have to find a photo and point everyone out so you go in prepared."

You were going to expain more when Jax's phone rung, he picked it up and looked at the ID before tossing it back down.

"It's Clay, if it's important, he'll call back." Sure enough, Jax got another call a minute later. After listening to Clay, he shot out of bed, looking for clothes to throw on. He hung up, getting your own clothes from a drawer, "one the Irish has been shot by the Nords, get your kit."

****

When you got to the Clubhouse Juice and Chibs were leaning over a bleeding man, you put the kit down and surveyed the scene, "what have we got?

Chibs spoke up, "the slug hit an artery, Juice is stopping the bleeding but this is outside my area of expertise." you got supplies out of the kit, handing some things to Chibs and putting an ungloved hand on Juice's shoulder.

"You're the only reason he'll alive right now because your finger is tamponading the bleeding." You waved Gemma over.

"You need to give him these, being shot in the area will give him an infection so we need to try and stop that. He needs to take two now and then two every four hours, he has to finish the bottle or the infection will come back with a vengeance."

Gemma shook him awake, "the doctor's here to fix your up, she's Jax's old lady. You're in good hands."

Camron lifted his head slightly, "are you Irish doc?

You shook your head, "nope, but I've seen and treated more gunshots than you've had hot meals, so you'll be ok." You stuck him with the painkiller cocktail and he passed out.

You went back over to Juice, pouring iodine solution over Hayes' injuries. "On three, you're going to pull your finger out and I'm going to close the artery with this clamp." He nodded and you started counting, on three, Juice pulled away and you slipped in to clamp the bleeding wound.

"Great work Juice, you saved his life." Juice smiled at you and left to clean up. Over the next hour, you walked Chibs through what you were doing, with him eventually taking over while you instructed.

After it was done and Hayes was being taken to the cabin, Jax came over to speak to you, "what do you think?"

You thought for a moment, "it's hard to say, it's a pretty bad area to get shot in. If the antibiotics keep the infection at bay, he should be fine but they aren't always foolproof and I don't have access to the cocktails that hospitals do."

He nodded, "and everyone else?"

You took a deep breath, looking around to his if anyone was in earshot, "Chibs is fine, he'll be able to deal with similar problems from now on. Maybe give Juice an extra thank you or two, I don't think he's doing too well with all the mess." Jax nodded, leaning down to kiss you.

"You should head back home, I'll be dealing with this for the rest of the night. Or, you can stay here tonight, just in case you're needed again."

You kissed him back, pulling away as Clay approached, "good idea My Love. I think I'm going to have another shower, my go-bag is in my car." Just before Clay pulled Jax aside, you kissed him one last time and went to start getting ready to settle in for the night.

It was around four in the morning when you heard Jax come in, after a very brief shower, he flopped on the bed, mumbling about telling you the whole story in the morning and then he was asleep.

****

"KNOCK KNOCK"

"Jax, y/n ATF are here to talk to you." You lifted your head off the pillow, Jax was wrapped around your body, rubbing his eyes with his hand.

'We'll be out in a minute, tell them to wait." You dropped your head back down, "well there goes our morning plans, I'll call the hospital and tell them we'll be there for Abel later in the day.

After little fanfare, you dressed and went out to the picnic tables to talk to Agent Sthal and her partner.

"I know you're a busy woman, but we won't take much of your time." Everyone was standing around watching, "where were you last night between 8pm and 12am?" You glared at her.

"With my boyfriend, is there a reason you're asking about my whereabouts?"

She huffed, "there were reports of a shooting in the vicinity of one of the Club's hangout, we were wondering if you knew anything about it."

You rolled your eyes, "why would I know anything about that, and if I did, why the fuck I would I even be talking to you? Can you please stop wasting my taxes and go and do something worthwhile." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I would have thought this was the last place you would be, I'm surprised you haven't asked Jackson to leave the Club, considering everything they're involved in."

You shot up, looking directly in her eyes so she could see how angry you were, "how dare you say something so offensive and hurtful. I love Jackson entirely for all that he is, including the Club. I would never ever try and change something so fundamental to the way he is. The fact that you even thought to mention it shows you know nothing about me or anyone else here. Now leave me the fuck alone before I bring you up on harassment, you have no reason to keep questioning me."

Everyone was taken aback, Jackson went from looking shocked to boastful and Gemma was standing off to the side with a knowing look on her face.

Sthal for her part, wasn't happy about being embarrassed. You preemptively got a card out of your wallet and slid it towards her.

"After that statement, you and any of your ATF colleges can go through my lawyer. Now, unless you want me to file a complaint, you are going to apologise for saying such a terrible thing." She was practically snarling at you.

"I'm sorry for offending you, I just thought you'd hold yourself to a higher standard." When she saw the look on your face, she realised her mistake.

"You should be hearing from your superiors in the next few hours. I'm going to call the ATF director on my way to see Jax's son right now. I hope you're happy about the damage you just did to your career.

She and her partner walked away and once they were off the compound, the crowd erupted, "that was fucking beautiful Lass, you're a lucky man Jackie Boy."

Jax shook his head, leaning in to kiss you hard on the lips.

"Yeah, I am."

You kissed him back, grabbing his head in your hands, "let's go see Abel and then you can thank me for dealing with the pigs with such grace." Everyone laughed and you were off.

****

"You ready?"

Jax's smile lit up the whole room, "I've held him before but this just feels different."

You slid to the edge of your chair, "because this is the first time you've been able to just hold him. Before this, you had to worry about something going wrong."

Jax nodded softly, "yeah, it's nice just to be able to hold him." The doctor came out with Abel wrapped in the blanket, gently passing him to Jax.

Jax was lost for words, he looked over at you and the expression on your face. There was a voice in his head screaming at him not to fuck this up.

"I hate to break it to you, but I'm your old man." You leaned in, putting a hand on his leg.

Jax tilted his head towards you, "and that very pretty lady over there is your mum." Jax knew it from the moment he saw you holding Abel the first time that it was true, all your statements about what kind of parent he needed to be only reinforced that.

"You really mean that? I mean, that's what you want?" He could hear the cautious hope in your voice.

Jax handed Abel to you, "without a doubt."

You sat, looking down at his sweet little face and couldn't find it in yourself to protest, "Sam will be happy to hear that, he's always talked about being the coolest uncle in the world."

After sitting with Abel for a little while and a quick talk with his doctors about transitioning him to home over the next two days you and Jax left with plans to see how the renovations to his house were going.

*****

The house was mostly done, and a quick walkthrough left you sitting at the kitchen table. Jax had become more distant as the day went on, his thoughts seemingly drifting elsewhere.

"What's wrong my love?"

He took a deep breath before replying, "Do you know Brenan Hefner?" He watched your facial expression change.

"That stupid fuck? I wish I didn't, he's as dirty as it comes. A shipping container with three bodies showed up at the port and he stopped any investigation. I was waiting at the port for hours before one of his cronies came out and said that it was a misunderstanding and nothing was wrong." Jax put his head in his hands.

"Hayes asked us to take him out, do you know if he's mobbed up?"

You nodded your head, "he's not made but he's got friends. But not many, so it won't be an issue. Will Happy be the one to do it?"

Jax shrugged, "I have no idea. But I hope so, I'm worried that Clay's going to tap Opie to do it."

You rubbed your head, "If he does, he does. All you can do is be there for Ope. I'll give you my thoughts after I see them tomorrow." Jax reached his hand across the table to grab yours.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

You gave a quick laugh, "crash and burn?" Jax returned your laugh.

"Yep."

Part 21

I would really really appreciate feedback on the smut, it's the first time I've written it for this character and the first time I've written anything super explicit in a modern setting.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Rusted Remnants

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x mutant!Reader

Warnings: past noncon, smut, dirty talk, Stockholm syndrome, violence, mention of human experiments, swearing.

Words: 1924.

Summary: You felt better knowing he wouldn't have to leave for quite some time now, staring at the man as he leaned back against the pillow, watching the smoke slowly disappear in the air - Heisenberg wasn't your darling, but he's the only one who kept you sane in that fucking hole where human life mattered so little. Among other Lords he's the only one who had the resolve to fight that heartless bitch hiding behind the façade of a holy mother.

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When a bearded man in sunglasses opened the door with a grinding, abrasive sound, you felt both fear and relief - Heisenberg was a mean son of a bitch who couldn’t stand people crossing him on anything, and you learned that the hard way. However, thanks to that insanely strong bastard who could smash in a Lycan’s skull with one swing of his hammer, you were still safe in his hideout, not having to worry about mutilated monsters this place was swarming with.

Besides, even though Heisenberg was as rotten and disgusting as any other Lord, he still had more human in him than Dimitrescu, Beneviento and Moreau altogether.

“Did you miss me, little monster?” He smirked, watching you laying in bed with some cheap romance novel you traded for bullets with the Duke: you had little hobbies since you barely left Heisenberg’s factory.

You rolled your eyes, knowing he hadn’t been home for a couple of days and now needed to get under your skin, feeding off your emotions like Alcina fed off her victims’ blood. It was something like a routine to him: he needed to know you had something human in you, too.

“Who else do you expect me to miss?” you snorted, leaving a worn book with a dirty yellow cover on the bed. “You know I don’t like when you leave for so long.”

“It’s not like I like it either.”

Leaving his monstrous hammer on the table full of blueprints, drawings, nails and all other things you were forbidden to touch, he took his glasses off, and you saw his weary eyes, the blood vessels widened in their white. It didn't happen often, but from time to time Heisenberg would abandon his façade of a smug, careless bastard, and then you could catch a glimpse of a deadly tired man who had long lost any hope to ever free himself from Miranda’s death grip. Something had happened in those couple of days when he had been wandering the woods and catacombs filled with Lycans, Samcăs, and Vârcolacs, and it certainly wasn’t good news if it stripped Heisenberg of his endless complacency.

Quietly slipping away from the bed, you put your shoes on while the man in front of you left his coat hanging on a chair and stilled, his dirty hands on the desk as he stared at it blankly. While he stood there, motionless, you turned on the large faucet in an improvised shower cabin - everything there had been old and rusty, and you needed time to adjust the temperature of water from icy cold to bearable cool or even hot if you were lucky enough. Thankfully, Karl never protested against showering, washing away dry blood, machine oil, muck and filth.

Saying nothing, you carefully lifted his hat, unclasped the belt on his chest and started unbuttoning his dirty shirt - nobody would believe it had been white once. Finally, Heisenberg came back to his senses, smirking and letting you strip him of his clothes, leaving his pants and huge heavy boots on the floor. As he stepped into the shower, he dragged you with him behind the old plastic curtains full of holes, and your nightgown got drenched within a couple of seconds, water pouring over your head. You didn’t protest anymore, knowing the man wouldn’t let you go until he blew off some steam, pushing you into a wet stone wall and wrecking you ass till you started sobbing - he loved when you squeezed his fat cock with your pussy, but Heisenberg couldn’t risk getting you pregnant, leaving his child to be endlessly tortured by that holy bitch until she turned his baby into some fucking monster doll. Sometimes he could buy some condoms from the Duke, but it was still a rare occasion, so most of the time Heisenberg spent using your other holes, filling you to the brim with his cum until he felt satisfied.

"Wearing that white nightgown like some noble slut from Alcina's castle." he growled into your ear from behind, grinding against your ass, his callous fingers gripping your hips as he forced you spread your legs for him. "Did you do it on purpose, baby? Did you want to bounce on my cock so bad?"

Turning your head to him, you didn't get a chance to speak up when the man crashed his mouth into yours, his arm lifting up the drenched fabric of your nightgown and baring your flesh. Landing a loud smack to your ass, he grinned through the kiss: he loved it when you behaved well around him, taking whatever he was giving you like a good girl you were.

You didn’t mind. At first the thought of him touching you had been giving you panic attacks and nausea, but as years flew by, nothing changing in this Hell of a place where sanity was a privilege, you clung to Heisenberg in a desperate attempt to feel human again - even if it was something as primitive as grinding your bodies against each other.

As he rubbed his cock in between your shaking thighs pressed together, you moaned, the water cascading down your bodies while Heisenberg fondled your breasts, biting and nipping his way down your neck.

"You're going nowhere until I fuck the shit out of you."

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Breathing in the smell of his Cuban cigars, you watched Heisenberg smoke as he laid close to you, his naked body barely covered by a blanket: his skin was littered with nasty scars, and it seemed like every centimeter of it had once been burned, cut or bitten. Some of them were so old you could barely see them, others relatively knew where the scar tissue was still angry red and thick: most of the time he got them while working on his personal army down there, but with his regenerative abilities they were like a kitten bite to him. Of course, even of they weren't, Heisenberg would still pretend like it was nothing, wearing his shit-eating grin.

"The holy whore is up to something," he says after long minutes of silence, ash falling to the floor from his cigar, "and I don't like that I know fucking nothing of her plans."

You felt better knowing he wouldn't have to leave for quite some time now, staring at the man as he leaned back against the pillow, watching the smoke slowly disappear in the air - Heisenberg wasn't your darling, but he's the only one who kept you sane in that fucking hole where human life mattered so little. Among other Lords he's the only one who had the resolve to fight that heartless bitch hiding behind the façade of a holy mother. You couldn't call him sane, but he had enough sanity to remember what Miranda did to all of you and how fucking twisted was her desire to have a family. You weren't her children, regardless how many times Moreau was going to call her his mother. Whatever she did to you or those miserable villagers, her cannon fodder, she did only to revive her real daughter, and the thought had been making you sick since the times Heisenberg told you about Miranda's past.

"You think it's something big?"

"Yeah. She keeps disappearing into thin air, and I can't find a trace of her anywhere at all."

You grew silent, staring at the blanket with empty eyes: it certainly wasn't a good sign. Where was she going if even Heisenberg couldn't locate her? Was she crossing the forest to get to the outer world? The last time it happened she brought to the world one more horrifying monster with a face of a little girl. The only thing you knew about her was that she was destroyed a couple of years ago, just a failed experiment like all those Miranda had been involved in.

"I think she partners up with someone, some organization that can give her what she wants like, you knew, she did before." You muttered, and Heisenberg stared at you, narrowing his frightening light eyes.

"With whom could the old bitch partner?"

"I don't know, but I know she brought someone with her, willingly or not."

Now you had his full attention as he turned to you, his eyes burning a hole in your face. "Who did she bring here? How the fuck do you know?"

Rolling over to your stomach and hugging a pillow - a real pillow you got from the Duke a month ago, not that pile of garbage the man had been sleeping on for ages - you let out a loud sigh. You weren’t eager to go exploring the factory even though you knew where his soldiers were, but you couldn't just stay in his room for the rest of your days, and sometimes you would get out for a couple of hours, wandering empty corridors with rusted doors.

At first it was subtle. You knew this place well, but you couldn't sense monsters or people getting in the way Miranda did even after Cadou implantation. You just wandered the same places over and over, collecting semi-precious stones, bullets and other things you could trade for something with a merchant. As the time flew by, the feeling of uneasiness was washing over you as you stepped into certain rooms, got into certain places. There was nothing peculiar there, nothing that would catch your attention, but something was still eating you up as if you knew something wasn't right.

At one point you realized that what disturbed you were things moving from their original places - changes were small, barely noticeable for someone who didn't spend hundreds of hours walking around here, but you could know put your finger on what was wrong. Who was it? You knew it weren't the Lords who had no business here. Besides, the Master of Metal could always feel their presence. Obviously, it weren't humans from the village for whom the factory was sacred, and monsters possessed too little intelligence to put things on their places in the very same order. You thought it could be Mother Miranda, but she wouldn't be sneaky if she really wanted to show Heisenberg his place.

Now it all made sense. You knew the outer world would learn about this place sooner or later, especially after that monster girl incident, and it only proved the idea Miranda brought someone with her.

"I think it's someone smart, Karl. Someone who will either destroy Miranda or try to take control of her - and us, maybe." You said after telling him about your little adventures, and the man smirked, stroking your back. Of course, after her little Eveline had been released into the world, he had thoughts about other organizations having their fair share of Megamycete,

“Someone we can use against her, then.” He whispered, his eyes dark and perceptive as he leant closer, dropping a kiss to your shoulder, his complacency getting back as he sent you a smug grin, slapping your ass loudly. “Good job, little monster. Good job.”

Rolling you over on your back, he got on top of you, pushing your legs apart and licking his lips at the sight of your naked pussy right in front of him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“I’ve forgot to tell you baby," he grinned at you when you squirmed from his touch, his thumb already tracing tiny little circles against your clit. “I’ve got a rubber, so you better milk me dry with that sweet little cunt of yours.”