#he's already hurt them now it'll just be worse next time if he stays

[t-u-i-t-c]

"When I saw him, my mind went blank."

[bearambles]

sober (haymitch a.)

words: 3.9k

warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f + m receiving) , teasing (?), too much plot 😭

notes: this is so late! i am so sorry to whoever requested, i got super busy and couldn’t post it the day i planned. also, this is my first ever smut! so i am sorry if this is terrible, i’ll get better over time. enjoy!

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The party lasted hours. Your feet hurt, your stomach is churning, and your head pounds. You've never wanted your district bed more than now. This place reeks of wealth and lies.

Unfortunately, skipping these monthly events would anger Snow. He already dislikes you and your district, so you have to do whatever it takes to please him. If that means enduring long nights of drinking and throwing up, so be it. It's better than death, you suppose.

There's only one other District 12 victor here with you, and he disappeared halfway through the night. Haymitch, despite being a good friend and your former mentor, is possibly the worst person to rely on in these social situations. He's been sitting at the bar for who knows how long, drinking who knows how much. It's only when the host literally announces it's time to leave that you find him, slumped over the counter on a stool.

"Haymitch? Come on, we have to go," you urge, shaking his shoulders.

"What? No, let me stay. I'm sleeping," he mumbles.

"You're not sleeping. You're fine. Here, I have one of those drinks that make you throw up. It'll sober you up enough to say goodbyes," you say, handing him the glass. He pushes it back towards you without even looking up.

"I don't want that Capitol shit."

"This Capitol shit will help you a lot right now. Haymitch, get up!" You push his head to the side so you can see his face. He opens his eyes to look at you.

He's only in his late twenties, but his eyes seem older. He looks as rough as he acts. His hair is too long, and his beard is starting to come in slightly, despite him saying he'd groom himself for this occasion. Still, he looks handsome. Not that it matters; his current state reflects his antisocial night.

"Please. I'm trying to keep us out of trouble. You've been alone all night. At least come say goodbye to people with me. Then we can go home, okay?"

If harshness isn’t working, you'll try being soft with him. Sometimes, just sometimes, it works. It seems to today.

He sighs and sits up, steadying himself with his palms flat on the counter. He reaches for the purple liquid and swallows it like a shot, squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing.

"Okay, I'll be back then," he says, going off to throw up.

You nod and take a seat on the stool next to where he was sitting, waiting. You can't help but feel guilty. You should have stayed with him longer that night before he went off on his own. You knew he'd go drinking, but you didn’t know it would get this bad.

Since you've known Haymitch, he's had a bit of a drinking problem. Mostly under control when he mentored you—never more than tipsy. But in recent years, as more of his tributes lost the Games, it's gotten worse. It's weighing on him, you can tell. You want to help so badly.

"Okay, let's go," he says, returning a few minutes later, running his fingers through his hair. He's clearly sobered up a bit, maybe even washed his face. His breath smells of mint.

The host and his wife are among about a dozen people remaining by the time you leave the bar and walk to the main room together. Nonetheless, you both put on a show, shaking hands and smiling, thanking them endlessly. You never know who's watching, present or otherwise.

As you make your rounds to the last few victors, Haymitch latches his arm closely with yours. The move surprises you; you realize he hasn't been this physical in a while. It seems to come with sobriety or maybe just part of the Capitol's show. Together, you almost look like a couple. It's odd.

When you leave through the doors, he doesn't let go of your arm. It's a cold night, and you shiver, but the warmth of his body next to yours feels weirdly nice.

"Thank you," you say, looking up at him on the train ride home.

"For what?" he asks, furrowing his brows.

"For taking the glass. I know you hate that stuff, but—"

"But I need to get sober," he says, looking away from you into the distance.

"I didn't say that, but it's nice when you are. I mean, it's helpful with the image when you aren't stumbling around—"

He detaches his arm from yours.

"So I shouldn't drink because the President said so?"

"He didn't say so, Haymitch. I'm saying so. You shouldn't drink because I say so."

"And why's that?"

"Because I like you better like this."

He goes quiet, then looks down at his feet, his hair falling in his eyes.

"Yeah, well, it's harder than it looks, sweetheart."

"I know that. I'm sorry," you say softly.

The rest of the ride is quiet. It's just the two of you on the train, and any sound you make seems to echo for ages. Neither of you wants to speak; too much is unsaid.

You care about him; you know that. You just aren't sure how. Though it seems increasingly clear to you in moments like this when all you want to do is tuck his hair behind his ear and kiss him softly. You have no idea how he'd feel about that, though. You have no idea how he feels most of the time.

In fact, just then, it's the first time he's seemed to feel bad about his drinking. And it doesn't seem like he cares about his health or the Capitol's opinion on his image. It seems like he feels bad for disappointing you.

When the train stops, you both get out, him first, then you. He offers his hand as you step down, and you take it with a slight smile. His hands are cold, as is the night.

Your houses are directly next to each other in Victor's Village, making the walk there excruciatingly awkward. You can't tell what he's thinking, or if he's thinking at all. Finally, after what feels like an hour, he speaks.

"That stuff is really nasty, you know that?" he says.

You look up at him. "The purging stuff?"

"No, the desserts they were serving," he says, rolling his eyes and bumping his shoulder against yours. "Yeah, the purging stuff."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You're right. What you said and stuff. That's all right. You're right."

You smile and look up at him. He looks back at you and smiles softly, then looks away. He clearly hates to admit it.

"Don't be cocky about it, though. And don't expect me to stop. It's not that easy."

"I don't. I just like you like this."

"Yeah, you mentioned that. What do you mean?"

You've reached your house, and he stops in front of your door, feet planted. He looks down at you with a questioning gaze, and his blue eyes seem to dart across your face. Your cheeks flush. You have no idea what to respond.

"You know, just... sober," you say, looking away.

"No, I know, but the 'like' part. What do you mean? Because you got all shy when you said it," he says, swaying a bit where he stands, impatiently waiting for a response.

"I don't know," you say quietly.

"You don't know?"

"No. I think we should go to sleep. You should go to sleep. No more drinks. At least wait until tomorrow."

You try to push past him to your door, but he takes both hands out of his pockets and gently shoves your shoulders back. Not hard, but enough to make you stumble. He gazes down at you and steps forward, closing the space between you.

"Whoa, you're so eager all of a sudden. Look at me," he says, tilting your head up with a hand under your chin. "Why are you so embarrassed?"

"I'm not."

"Yeah, you are. You like me?"

"Haymitch, stop. You're—" You stop, tears pricking at your eyes. He's teasing you, you're sure of it. The last thing you want is for him to figure out your feelings. Not after he's been your mentor, not after he's seen you at your worst, after he's been your friend (?) for this long. It doesn't make sense. You know that. And he knows that, most definitely. That's why you're sure he doesn't feel that way towards you. He can't.

"You're crying. I thought you were all tough?" he says.

He's right. You were tough. Crying makes you weak. You hate talking like this. So honestly.

"Stop it," you jerk away from his hand, which had crept up to your cheek. "Go to bed."

But you don't take a step forward, don't shove past him again. You just stand there, your breath heavy, looking away. He gazes at you like he's seeing you for the first time, his eyes darting from your eyes to your mouth to your body.

"I don't want to. I want to talk to you," he finally says.

"About what?" you say, still looking away.

"Us," he says softly.

"What about us?"

He takes a step forward.

"Come on, sweetheart. You're so good to me. Take care of me. Trust in me. Give me hope."

Your breathing speeds up as you feel his hand stoke your arm gently up and down as he speaks. You’d always been cautious of his words, so used to his drunken thoughts being untrustworthy and sometimes cruel. But this feels honest. Real.

“I know you feel something.” he says as you lift your head to look back at him. “You might not know what. I don’t know either. But c’mon.” 

He starts to lean closer and your eyes drift closed. Before you can even register, his lips are on yours, and you’re kissing back. Your hands hold his elbows and his hold your face. 

His mouth tastes of the mouthwash from the capitol washrooms. He’s so slow with you, like he’s trying not to scare you. You aren’t sure if he possibly could. 

Suddenly you pull away. 

“What’s wrong?” Haymitch asks, his eyes wide.

“We should go inside.” 

“Oh. Yeah.” He registers quickly what you mean. 

All along the village are cameras for the capitol to see what goes on. Although it’s unlikely you’d get in much trouble for a kiss, you never knew what would land you a meeting with snow. Or just become the talk of the next victor event. 

You push past him and unlock your door quickly, before turning back to him, motioning for him to come inside. By the time you close the door, he’s kissing you again, this time the careful act gone. He catches your lips and kisses you like his life depended on it. It’s messy and wet and you’re so turned on it’s insane. 

His hands both reach down to hold yours, and he pushes them up against the door. The motion catches you by surprise and you moan softly into his mouth. He hears you and holds down tighter on your wrists, just enough to feel but not to hurt. 

His knee starts to spread your legs apart slowly as he kisses down your neck, and you let his name slip from your mouth.

“Haymitch~”

He stops to look at you.

“Yeah? You like this?” He sounds like he’s genuinely asking. Like he needs to know. 

You nod, your brain already fuzzy. 

“Okay. Okay.” He sounds out of breath but resumes 

his task, getting down to your collarbone. 

Hes rough with his kisses when he’s below where any marks would be seen. As he unbuttons your shirt, he looks at you, smiling like an idiot. It hits you then that he seems to have wanted this as badly as you all along. He leans in to leave a soft kiss on your lips before pulling your sleeves off your arms and throwing your top to the floor. 

“Jesus…” He mutters as he looks down at your tits. 

You reach behind you to unhook your bra, and let it all forward and land next to your shirt. 

“Holy fuck.” 

You laugh quietly at his words. He looks up at you in awe and with a look of asking as he creeps his hands from your waist up to your chest. You nod and let out a sharp breath when his cold hands hold your tits and knead them slowly. 

You wonder then if he’d ever done this with a woman before. He was younger than you when he won, so probably not before the games. And after…he’d never really seemed the type. But then again, he was attractive and still young, so you couldn’t be sure. 

Besides him, you’d only been with one or two boys from district before you were reaped. They were, however, nothing like this. 

He takes one nipple between his thumb and pointer, pinching slightly. Between the pressure and his cold hands, you let out a noise of surprise and pleasure. 

“Does that hurt?” He asks

“No, just…it’s a lot.” You say through deep breaths. “K-keep going.”

He smiles and does the same with the other, and your hips jut forward slightly in reaction. He doesn’t notice, which you’re grateful for. You’re so eager it’s embarrassing. Every touch makes your stomach flip and your underwear wetter. 

Slowly he starts to kiss down from your collarbones to your chest and takes a breast in his mouth. He looks up at you as he sucks softly, his tongue swirling your nipple. His big eyes looking into yours makes you feel like you could cum then and there. you let out a moan instead. 

He plays with your breasts for a while longer before they’re nice and covered in both his spit and dark, red marks. He knew what he was doing, putting them where nobody could see. you thought of changing in front of a mirror days to come, just looking at them. Knowing it was from him. sober. He wants this. 

He gets to his knees before you can stop him, and begins to pull down your skirt. 

You’re left in your underwear, your slick having left a clear spot in the front. You turn your head in embarrassment as he touches up your thighs and leaves open mouth kisses. 

“All this from that, huh?” he asks, laughing softly 

“Shut up.” you mutter into your hand. 

“You want me to stop?” he asks, his fingers hooked under the sides of your panties. 

“N-no.”

“What was that sweetheart? C’mon, look at me.”

“Don’t stop.” you say, clearer now, making eye contact as he kneels in front of your pussy. You couldn’t be more vulnerable, and yet, you trust him with every inch of your being. 

He looks back at your core for a moment before licking a stripe up the thin fabric. You curse quietly and he pulls them down, the air hitting your heat before his tongue does. But when it does…

He laps at you like he’d wanted to for years, which you’re now sure that he has. The urgency makes your legs buckle and he uses both hands against your knees to hold them open. He switches between your folds and your clit, paying attention to both. Every so often he stops and just admires. 

At some point haymitch sucks at your clit, and your hands fly to his hair, pulling slightly. 

He lets out a groan of surprise against your core.

“Sorry, sorry…” you mutter, loosening your grip. 

“No, keep going, I like it.” he says, stopping to look up at you, his eyes nearly glazed over in bliss. 

You resume your hold on his head and tug as he continues. Between his lips and his tongue, you’re  overwhelmed. before you know it, you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. 

“Stop…stop…” you manage in between moans. 

He gives you one last kiss to your clit before standing up, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“You okay?” 

“Just don’t wanna finish yet.” you say without thinking, before getting flushed. Even after all that, you couldn’t believe you were speaking to him like this. Haymitch. 

He smiles lazily and goes in to kiss you again, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. It should repulse you, but instead, it turns you on more. He's so happy right now, and it’s so hot. 

“Do you wanna go to my bed?” you ask him when you get a breath, his forehead resting against yours. 

He picks you up and carries you. 

Haymitch knows your house as well as his from all the press training, meetings, and late night conversations you’ve had there. He practically lives with you at this point (Besides the sleeping over part. Usually. Unless he’d passed out.) 

He drops you on your mattress and pulls off his own shirt in one motion. Your breath is caught in your throat. 

You knew he was in shape, at least he was when he had mentored you all those years ago. But even now, behind the big shirts he wears and raggedy jackets, soft abs trace his stomach. His arms as big as your thighs. No wonder the pressure on your neck felt so nice. 

He sees you staring and smiles, leaning down to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

“You gonna say anything, pretty girl?” 

You try, but you find no words. Instead, you kiss him, and slowly trail your hands down his chest. you can feel raised scars and for a moment, remember what he’s been through. What you both have been through. 

You reach his belt and whisper into his mouth, 

“Can i?”

He nods against your forehead and you start to undo it, throwing it to the side. You pull his pants down with urgency and run your palm against his boxers. 

He lets out a noise you’ve never heard him make before, a mix between a whimper and a moan. You smile and start to palm him faster, before taking him out of his underwear and looking between you at his length. 

He’s bigger than you expect, and definitely bigger than the boys you’ve been with before. A solid seven inches and thick. Your eyes can’t look away and your breath rises and falls. 

He takes your hand softly into his and guides it to his length. He looks up at you as he does, searching for any hesitation in your eyes. Instead, you look up at him before flipping you both over quickly, so you sit on his thighs. 

He’s strong, but so are you, and he doesn’t resist as you take charge over him. He does, however, look a bit surprised, and reaches to hold your hand again. You take it and kiss it, which he smiles at. Then, you lean down, and let a glob of spit dribble from your mouth to his cock. 

“Jesus christ…” he mutters, as you use your free hand to pump up and down. “When did you…fuck…feels so good sweetheart”

You smile and take him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down quickly. His other hand still holding yours, he grips at your hair (much gentler than you did his) and makes a make-shift ponytail so he can see your pretty face. 

Despite the view, his eyes flutter shut in pleasure, and your pace quickens. You feel him pulse inside your mouth and you’re sure he’s about to cum. 

You take him as deep as you can before pulling off, leaving his cock hard as a rock and covered in your saliva. You admire your work for a moment before he reaches forward and pulls you on top of him by your hips so you’re right against his chest. 

“C’mere” he moans, fucked out, before taking his cock in his own hand and looking over your shoulder to position himself in front of your entrance. 

“You want this?” he asks, taking your cheek in his free hand and stroking his thumb against it. 

“Please.” you whisper. 

Slowly, he inserts himself into you, catching your moans in his mouth as he kisses you slowly. He stretches you out so well, and your slick helps him move without much pain. Still, you bite down on his lip at the feeling of being full once he’s in. You let out a whimper. 

“I know baby, I know. Shhhh. Tell me when to move, okay?” he looks into your eyes. 

For a moment you just kiss him, his mouth so warm on yours and his cock so warm inside you. You could die like this. 

Then, you pull away, and lift your hips, before slowly moving back down. 

“Fuck…” he moans, before catching into the pace you set and moving you up and down on his cock. “So perfect for me, yeah? You feel that?” 

You nod dumbly at his words. He could say anything to you at this moment, and you’d agree. He feels so good. So right. 

“You wanted this huh? Is that why you want me sober? To fuck me?” he asks, and you shake your head as you bounce on his dick. 

“Hm, but that’s part of it, yeah?” he insists, “You like this. Me. C’mon sweetheart, you’re needy. That's okay, I'm givin’ it to you. I'm here.” 

You fall against him and place your head on his shoulder as he fucks into you like you’re a doll. He knows just what to say to get you so embarrassed and so wet. The words only add to your pleasure and you can feel yourself getting close. 

“Haymitch…” you moan against his shoulder. 

“M’ close pretty thing.” 

He takes one of the arms holding your hips and moves to your clit, rubbing quickly. The feeling sends you over the edge. 

“Fuck, haymitch, i’m cumming~” you mutter, raising your head to look at him as you fletch down and your orgasm washes over you. 

As you come down from your high, he speeds up rutting into you, and you put each hand on one of his shoulders for support. His eyes are closed and his mouth slightly open as he mind your name over and over like a prayer. 

He lifts you off of his cock and back onto his thighs before cumming all over your belly. You reach a hand down to stroke him as he does, but he catches your wrist. He’s sensitive, you can tell, and you laugh softly. 

“Sorry pretty girl. Made a mess.” he says, looking in between the two of you. Between his cum and yours, there’s not a part of either of you that isn’t slick. He takes a finger and swipes a bit of his own before putting it in front of your mouth. Grinning, you take it in your mouth and suck, tasting him.

“Jesus.” he says softly, as you lay down next to him, your face buried into his neck. 

You lay there like that for a moment, breathing. His hair sticks to his face in certain places, and his cheeks are rosy. The reality of what had happened hits you.

“You know, this isn’t the only reason you should drink less-“ You begin, propping your head up on your hand. 

He sighs. 

“I know. I’m too happy right now for lectures though, alright?” 

You consider for a moment before deciding that’s fair. Laying back down, you cuddle into his side.

“You admit this is part of why though, huh?” he says after a few moments, and you can hear the smugness in his voice.

“Was it worth it?” you ask

There’s a pause.

“I’d do anything for you.” he answers.

And for now?

That’s all you need. 

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Menarche

Summary: Gabi gets her period ~ Comfort ensues.

A/N: Based on a couple of asks in my inbox ❤️✨. (Haven't forgot about them c: Comments or reblogs are highly appreciated ☺️)

The arising time was always at six thirty, school days at seven yet Gabriella had ignored Miguel's wake up calls.

And now it was twenty minutes past seven.

"Is Gabi awake yet?"

You mumbled half asleep, Miguel however grumbled underneath his breath as he took his towel to get himself ready to start the day.

"Let me."

With a sigh he went to Gabi's room and knocked the door. Voice firm yet gentle.

"Gabriella, you'll be late for school."

"I don't wanna go to school!."

That was a new tone he didn't know, a tone that made his bushy brows to instantly furrow.

"Gabriella O'Hara."

His voice didn't mean to sound harsh, but the sniffle behind the door made his sudden parenting anger to melt instantly, morphing into an alert.

"I... I want Mama."

"Solecito, are you ok?"

"God, just get mom!"

Her voice also didn't mean to sound disrespectful, but her emotions were into a raging fit that she didn't know what to feel, and Miguel's urgency only made it worse.

She knew her beloved Papa meant well, but she didn't want him to handle whatever this thing in her hands was. This was something beyond her control, but she had seen you go through it so many times, it was dumb to not call you.

Miguel however just stood there on the door, perplexed. Both at her angry words and the sudden urge she had for you. Not that he bragged about being her favorite parent, but most of the time Gabi seeked him either for advice or random talks, not that she didn't talk or bonded with you.

Hell sometimes you'd stay past sleeping hours talking about little things, she just felt more inclined to Miguel cause he was a bit more lenient on her and let her get away with little things. But this was different.

She needed you and needed you now.

He didn't need to wake you up, since you were already next to him, a concerned look etched on your face.

"Gabi, bebé are you ok?"

Upon hearing your voice, her door creaked open, and closed on Miguel's face. And before you could reprimand her for her attitude, she pulled you in closer and fiddled nervously with her fingers.

"... Mami."

"Wanna tell me what's going on you slammed the door on your dad's face?"

"I'm... Im sorry. I panicked and..."

Her eyes turned glossy, and you sighed while taking her shoulders.

"You know you can talk to us, mi amor. But disrespecting your dad like that isn't right."

"I know" She sniffed and hiccuped, worry blooming in your heart, "I'm scared."

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm... I don't know. I just..." She hiccuped, a soft frown came into your grimace, but instantly widened in surprise upon seeing the back of her pants, stained. Little spots that made the clear colored fabric to focus the attention in the dark red stains nearby her inner thighs.

"Ay, mi niña. Come here."

"I'm all covered in blood, Mama"

Her crying voice only made your heart wrench as you hugged her and wiped her tears.

"It's something completely normal, ok?"

"Is it? It hurts and I just... feel so moody and I didn't mean to yell at Papa."

"I know, mi niña. I know. Let's get you help ok? You'll be fine."

"Does this means I am a woman now?"

"What? No, corazón. You're still a child, ok? Your body is going through natural changes. Now, go shower, take warm bath. It'll help you ease the discomfort in your abdomen."

She nodded but looked nervously at the bed.

"I stained the bedsheets"

"It's totally fine, mi amor. I have stained the sheets too."

"Have you?"

"Yes. Dad always spoils me around those days. And now we get to spoil you too."

There was a nervous smile while she grabbed her towel.

"Can I tell your dad about this? Or-"

"It's ok. You said it's a normal thing, and he's a scientist so... yeah."

"Alright. I'll tell him to prepare you something nice and warm for you, ok?"

She nodded and headed for the shower. You removed the bedsheets, leaving the mattress bare. Thankfully the stains had only reached for the fabrics you now held, and not into the mattress.

When you came out, Miguel's eyes settled on you and the bundle of linens in your hands. The little spots of blood made realization hit harder than a train wreck.

"Oh... She's..."

"Yup. Can you prepare her something nice and warm? I'll get her the pads."

"Is she ok? I mean, feeling ok? I've got some painkillers if she needs them."

"Yeah, bring them over. I noticed she was a little bloated."

Miguel could just nod a bit shocked but his thoughts would be assessed later during pillow talk with you. Right now, he needed to make his little girl feel better and comfortable. He headed to the kitchen as you rummaged into your monthly drawer. Full of pads and tampons, ugly yet comfy underwear, and snacks.

While Gabi was on the shower, you changed her bedsheets for something more plush and warm. Just like Miguel had done for you plenty of times in the past. And when she came out, you explained how to wear the pad, then left her to change.

Miguel came with a tray with a freshly made raspberry tea, a banana and a pair of ibuprofens.

You tucked in Gabi in the sheets and Miguel knocked on the door.

"May I come in?"

She nodded while you sat on the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling, Solecito?"

"Weird and pained. Like a dull ache in my lower belly."

"Its completely normal, Mija. I've got you some tea, a banana and painkillers."

"I didn't mean to yell at you or being disrespectful."

"I know. I'm sorry too for coming out like that."

Miguel placed the tray next to her bed and urged her first to eat the banana.

"It'll help you to ease the cramps a bit. In these times, you loose blood and that will make you tired, moody and even crying."

"Yeah," Gabi gave him an awkward smile, "Noted."

"Bananas have potassium, and it helps to keep the cramps at bay. You gotta drink alot of water, ok?"

"Oh... OK."

"And if it hurts too much, you gotta tell your Mama or me, ok? This is a completely normal thing in girls your age."

"But... Raquel said that her parents told her she was already a woman."

With a shake of your head your squeezed her hand

"Mi niña, a period does not make a girl to suddenly become a grown woman. Again, you are still a little girl that is going through puberty."

"So... am I allowed to play and stuff?"

"Of course you are, princesa! The only thing period changes in you is your hormones. Some days you'll be really tired, other days you'll have mood swings and the like."

"I see."

Gabi took the mug from Miguel as she sipped the tea.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, Thanks you. I'm sorry about school."

"Don't worry baby, Mama's got you. Is your abdomen cramping too much?"

"I... don't know?"

"In a scale of one to ten how bad you'd describe the pain?"

"I think it's a six."

"I see. After you finish your tea, take one pill and sleep, ok?"

"Ok."

Miguel kissed Gabriella's forehead and got ready to work. He was already late, so he took his time, knowing that you'd take care and pamper Gabi.

---

When he returned, the first thing he did after kissing you hello, was to go to her room and give her a little snack bag, with the condition for it to last the upcoming days, along some pads.

Once the night had settled in and everyone was on bed, you could see Miguel on the bed, staring at the ceiling, with a hand behind his back. Eyes too focused on a spot above, thinking.

Until you snuggled next to him, breaking his focus to set his attention on you.

"I'm scared too you know?"

"She's... growing so fast."

"Yeah, I know."

"In a few years she'll be dating and then she'll move out to college."

"Miguel, mi amor, look at me."

Soft and half lidded eyes stared at you.

"I know this means so many things for us, but we still have her. She still needs us. And we will be there until she decides otherwise."

You kissed him and his shoulders slumped.

"I know. Just wished I could stop time."

You gave him another kiss and he curled into your chest, hoarding you in his arms.

"Even though we can't, we can create the best memories together. We still have a lot of time, amor."

"How was she today?"

"Hungry, sleepy and her usual self."

It was his time to kiss your chest and close his eyes.

"I'm scared too you know? I know teenagers are a handful, but we've raised her well."

"Don't remind me."

A little chuckle escaped your lips.

"She's a good daughter."

"One of the best."

"Hm-hm."

Your hands caressing his hair made him sleepy.

"Still, couldn't help to feel I could've done more."

"Miguel, you did your best today. And that's all your daughter needed. She's happy, loved and pampered."

"You think?"

"Yeah. She was literally panicking because she yelled. Don't rack your brain on it. We did good. I'm proud of us. And guess what?"

A sleepy grunt came from him.

"She trusts you. Which is good. Other teenagers don't even speak up, but she did."

That did the trick enough for him to let a deep relieved sigh.

"She adores you. So rest assured that she's not going anywhere any time soon."

"Te amo. No se qué sería mi vida sin ti." (I don't know what my life would be without you.)

He mumbled between sleepy and slurred words. You kissed his forehead with a giggle.

" A mess, probably. But también te amo."

Gabi slept soundly, like Benjamin and Rosie. And so like you both.

In Miguel's office however, there was this little calendar, where all the milestones his family were tracked A new entry was added. He had marked the day as a special one. Gabi's first period .

[i-cant-sing]

Okay but imagine platonic yandere surgeon dabi who’s your dad and you try to pretend to be sick to get out of doing something or so that you don’t have to go to school and lawyer hawks is like oh no my poor baby is sick but surgeon dabi sees right through your act 😭

YESSSSS OMG FINALLY A GOOD ASK FOR THEM💖💖💖💖

Okay so let's set the scene:

Keigo and Dabi have plans for dinner and wanna take you out with them, and you don't want to go because you wanna sneak out and go to a party or something, but since that's not going to fly with them, you decide to fake being sick.

"Y/n? Sweetie are you ready- oh hun! What's wrong?" Keigo asked when he walked into your room, immediately concerned when he found you under the covers.

Alright, time for an Oscar worthy performance.

You slowly peaked your head out from the sheets, groaning at "sharp" lights. Barely opening your eyes, you sniffled.

"I'm sick."

Keigo's eyes widened and in a second, the first had become a coddling mother who just needed to shield you, her sick little Victorian child on the verge of death, from the bad air.

He climbed onto the bed next to you, pulling you against him and felt your warm forehead (classic "hair dryer" trick), cooing when you whined at his "too cold" hand.

"Aww my poor baby! Don't worry, I'm right here!" Keigo cooed, wiping the "sweat" of your forehead (which was just some water spray). "I'm gonna have your dad come in. DABI!"

Dabi walked in his suit, hair combed back and nothing to cover the bags under his eyes. "What?"

"What do you mean "what"? OUR BABY- oh sorry princess, too loud, hm? Dabi, our baby is sick!"

Dabi raised a brow at you, and you instinctively coughed, making him narrow his eyes at you.

"Why don't you check her while I bring her something to eat and find some painkillers?" Keigo said before running out of the room.

"So... what's wrong with you?" Dabi asked as he walked upto you. You glared at him before coughing. "Isn't that your job to figure out?"

"Clearly not sick enough for sarcasm. Come on, let's go."

"No, no-" you coughed again. "-I don't feel well. I'm feverish and my head hurts."

Dabi hummed as he placed a hand on your forehead. "Its not too warm. I can get a thermometer. Really, you just need a painkiller and you'll be fine-"

"No! No- I mean, it'll only get worse! I just need to stay in bed and sleep. And why do you need a thermometer? Aren't you experienced enough to know it by touch now? Can't you see how red my cheeks are? Are you even a real doctor-?" You stopped when Dabi swiped a finger across your red cheek.

"Makeup? Really?" He asked, eyes unamused as he looked at the reddish pigment on his finger. "And its got glitter in it too. You're an idiot."

"Am not! That's sweat!" You pouted but immediately whined when Dabi pinched your nose.

"Stop lying. Now get up and get ready. I'm not getting late because of you." He began getting up but then you held onto his arm and gave him your best puppy eyes.

"Okay, you got me! But please, I don't want to go to another dinner party! They're so boring! Why can't you guys just go to one without me, and I can just chill at home!"

Dabi narrowed his eyes at you. "Its a dinner hosted by your school! I don't want to go either but Keigo said it'll be bad for you if we don't attend these functions."

"I know, I know! But please, I already had to go to his work party and then your cancer research thingy and I just don't have anymore social battery left!" You cried out, like a spoiled little toddler, or at least that's how Dabi saw it.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he thought for a moment before sighing. "Fine. You don't have to go. I'll talk to Keigo." You beamed and leaned up to hug him. Dabi patted your head before pushing you away and leaving the room to inform Keigo.

As you were rejoicing at your small victory, Keigo suddenly ran in, hugging you. "Aww poor baby! Your dad tells me you're too sick to leave the house. Bed rest, strictly he says!" He kissed the top of your head. "Well that's alright! We'll cancel our plans too and stay at home with you!"

What?

"Eh? No, no! You guys go! I mean, don't spoil your night because of me-!" But he cut you off by pulling your face to his chest and shook his head.

"Nonsense! How can we leave you here all alone? Your dad's calling them to inform them we can't come. But don't you worry! Me and your dad will spend the night here in your room!"

You shook your head. "That's nice, but I don't want you to get sick too-"

"Oh don't worry about that! Dabi says whatever you have is not contagious at all! In fact, he was the one who suggested that we have a movie night and make a cuddle pile! You'll be healed by my hugs and kisses, princess!" Keigo said cheerfully before going on about what movies and snacks he was gonna get.

Meanwhile, you saw Dabi standing at the doorway with a huge smirk on his face, confirming he did this on purpose. Did he know you were going to sneak out?

Social battery, my ass. Did she really think I was born yesterday?

[canirove]

Kylian Mbappé Imagine | one

Author's note: So far I had only shared my Mbappé imagines on Wattpad because that’s where I’ve been getting the requests, but since people are liking them so much, I thought about starting to share them here too 😊 Yesterday I posted some kind of masterlist with links to Wattpad, so some of you may have already read this, but I wanted to post it here for people who don’t have an account there, don’t want to open it, or just want to have these imagines archived somewhere. Hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

Little summary: you are dating Kylian and PSG is playing against Monaco, your ex's team. He didn't treat you well, and now you fear something bad may happen during the game.

Masterlist

"How was training?"

"Great. I'm ready to kick some Monaco asses tomorrow" Kylian says, sitting on the sofa next to me.

"Monaco..."

"Wait, no, sorry. It was joke. I'm sorry" he says, hugging me. "I had forgotten about him."

"Lucky you" I chuckle.

"It's gonna be ok, you'll see. That jerk won't dare hurting me."

"You don't know that, Kylian. I still haven't forgotten about the texts he sent me when he found out that we were dating. They were fucking scary."

"You should have blocked him the moment you broke up. But hey, they were just words. The words of a coward. Only cowards will treat the person they love the way he treated you" he says, caressing my cheek.

"But what if..."

"I'll be fine. We'll be fine. You are staying home, right?"

"Yeah... I'm too nervous already. If I go to the stadium, it will only get worse."

"And Alex is coming to stay with you, right?"

"Yes."

"Good, I don't want you to be alone. But I'll behave and nothing will happen, I promise. Beyond me scoring a hat trick and dedicate you each goal" he says with a cheeky smile.

"Thank you" I reply, kissing his cheek.

It's gonna be ok. It'll be an easy game, PSG will win, Kylian will score, and everything will be ok. It will be.

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Minute 70. PSG wins 2-0, both goals by Kylian. So far the game has been a quiet one and no one has tried to break anyone's legs. But that's just because my ex isn't on the pitch. Yet.

"Oh God" I say when I see that Monaco is doing a substitution after one of their defenders got injured. "He's coming in."

"Maybe they'll put in a striker, they still have time to score a couple of goals" Alex says.

"They won't risk it. He is coming in."

And the moment those words leave my mouth, I see him on tv.

"Kylian said he'll behave, right? He'll be fine, don't worry" Alex says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze.

"That's what he said, yes" I sigh, my heart already beating too fast.

Minute 88. They haven't crossed paths, my ex busy defending Neymar. But then...

"Penalty!" Alex screams. "That's a freaking penalty! Why do they have to go check the var?"

"Maybe because Neymar is the one who went down?" I chuckle.

"Rude" Alex says.

"It is a penalty for PSG. Kylian Mbappé wants his hat trick" the commentator says.

While he gets ready for it, he notices there is something missing. The most important thing, the ball. And who has it? Yes, you guessed it. My ex.

When he gives Kylian the ball, he says something to his ear, making him laugh at first. But then, he gets really serious, his eyes focused on the goalkeeper.

"That look... Yikes" Alex says. "I would not like to be the goalkeeper right now, he is going to destroy him."

"Urgh, I can't watch" I say, covering my face with my hands.

"Mbappé is ready. He takes a few steps back, a deep breath... And goal! It is a hat trick for Kylian Mbappé against Monaco!" the commentator says.

"He is scored! Look!" Alex says, grabbing me by the arm and shaking me until I'm looking at the screen again. "Awww, he did your thing again. Cute."

"Cute would be the game ending now" I say, trying not to smile but failing. He said he would score three goals and dedicate them to me, and he did.

As he walks back to the centre of the pitch, he crosses paths with my ex again. They start talking, but the chat quikcly turns into an argument, getting closer and closer to each other until they are forehead against forehead like footballers always do. Why? Who knows.

"Oh my God" Alex says as players from PSG and Monaco get around them and try to break them apart. When they finally are able to, Neymar is talking to Kylian, telling him something like "think, use your head", while he says my name and points at my ex.

"I can't watch this anymore" I say, getting up from the sofa and moving to the kitchen.

"It is over" Alex says, joining me a few minutes later.

"Finally" I sigh.

"Do you want me to stay until he is back?"

"Nah, don't worry. I'll probably eat something and go to bed. I've been so tense that I feel as if I've been playing myself."

"Ok" Alex says. "But don't be too harsh on him. He was provoked, too excited after the hat trick, and when you mix it all..."

"He had promised me to do nothing, tho."

"I know, but... Just don't be too harsh, ok?"

"I'll try."

"Will you call me tomorrow?"

"I will. Goodnight, Alex."

"Goodnight."

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"Hey" Kylian says, walking into our room.

"Hi."

"Did you watch the game?" he says, getting in bed next to me and hugging me from behind.

"I did."

"I scored a hat trick like I told you I would."

"I know."

"Are you mad?" he asks after a few seconds in silence.

"No."

"Then why are you being so cold? Why aren't you looking at me?"

"Maybe because you also promised that nothing would happen with my ex, yet it did?"

"He started it, I didn't."

"I don't care who started. It still happened."

"I'm sorry" he says, hugging me a bit tighter.

"I hate this. I wish we wouldn't have to see him ever again."

"Well, that may actually happen."

"What?" I say, finally moving to look at him.

"This was our last game of the season against Monaco, we won't be playing against them anymore. But a very reliable source told me that he is leaving."

"Leaving? Where?"

"Turkey" Kylian snorts. "Sorry, sorry. But he isn't playing that much here, and a Turkish team was the only one interested on him."

"And you won't have to play against him anymore?"

"Nope. The team he seems to have signed with doesn't play the Champions League. It is over."

"For real?"

"For real" he says, caressing my cheek. "That jerk won't be bothering us anymore, and now we'll be able to focus on being happy together."

"Finally" I say, letting out a big sigh.

"Will you forgive for the fight, then?"

"It depends."

"On what?"

"On if the kiss you are about to give me is the best kiss ever" I smirk.

"Lucky you, besides having a hat trick scorer as your boyfriend, he also happens to be a really good kisser. One of the best in France. In Europe. In the world!"

"Yeah, sure" I chuckle.

"Do you want me to show you?" he says with a mischievous smile.

"I'm looking forward to it" I giggle. "I love you, Kylian."

"I love you too" he says before kissing me and showing me that, indeed, he is one of the best kissers in France, Europe and the world.

Though if you ask me... He isn't just one of the best. He is the best.

[chrisredfield73]

Hello! If you want to, how the og 4 in payday dealing with their grief post-game?? Hehe angst

A/N: I absolutely love this request, I wasn't sure if you wanted Hoxton or Houston added in the og 4 so I did both!! Thank you for requesting!

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Nathan 'Dallas' Steele:

He's not one to show his grief. He prefers to keep it to himself, rather than depend on others to help him.

He'll hide away in his room in the Payday Gang safehouse, stay either in his bed or in his chair by his desk.

If something terrible happened, like someone he knows is either arrested or killed, he'll hang his head and cry.

If it's just grief from a hard heist that failed, where they couldn't get the money and had to leave, he'd be in a fit of rage.

He doesn't want to lash out at the others often, it makes him feel worse than he already does.

He might break things, yell at no one in particular, and cry until he feels better and decides it's time to do another heist, hopefully it'll go better than the last..

Nicolas 'Chains':

He's the one who's grief turns to anger and then to shame.

If someone gets arrested or killed, maybe even hospitalized, he'll lash out at the team.

If they didn't make it out with the money and had to flee, he's even more angry that they spent a good majority of their funding on the planning and it all went to waste.

He'll eventually head back to his room to calm down, feeling shameful for yelling and insulting the others. He cries sometimes, even if it's just a little bit.

He waits for the next heist, acting nicer to the others now that he's degraded them for something that wasn't entirely their fault...

Ulf 'Wolf' Andersson:

His grief is one that he shows and wants others to help him with.

Someone is injured, dead or arrested? He cries because he feels like it may have been his fault.

They didn't make it out with the money? He's angry at himself, not at the others.

He takes everything out on himself, often needing another one of the gang members to help him calm down and reassure him that it wasn't his fault.

As he waits for the next heist, he takes time to himself to do little things to keep his mind off the grief and self-deprecating thoughts he's feeling and having.

James 'Hoxton' Hoxworth:

He's another one of the rather angry individuals.

If someone gets injured, arrested or dies, he lashes out. He lashes out at Dallas mostly, because he's the leader and he expected better from Dallas and it breaks out into a huge argument.

If they don't make it out with the money, he's still pissed but not as much as when something bad happens to another gang member. He'll make snarky comments about them not getting the money, but he doesn't yell at anyone.

All in all, he gets angry easily because it reminds him of when he got arrested and it took the others a while to get him back.

He waits for the next heist, not very patiently, and tries to keep his temper in check, to no avail.

Derek 'Houston' Steele:

He's another one that gets fairly angry, and he definitely takes it out on his brother, Dallas.

Someone got hurt, killed or arrested? He yells at Dallas for not being careful enough and helping them.

They didn't get the money and had to flee? He yells more at Dallas because of the funding, planning and lack of gains.

He feels bad afterwards, but he tries not to show it. He hides behind snarky comments and angry outbursts.

When he waits for the next heist, he never lets Dallas live down the fails of any heist they've done.

[pigeonwhumps]

🫁 for Phoenix. (Laughs evilly)

"I need to do a cricothyroidotomy," says Aaron, adjusting the IV line. "Eyes on my face, Phoenix, I need to start. Eyes on me, yeah?"

Phoenix looks up into Aaron's face and blinks. His eyes are very brown, eyebrows furrowed. All wavering. They can't breathe, god, they can't breathe, they try automatically and all they can do is choke on blood, oh god, they've already died multiple times they don't want to die again, but they can't–

"Eyes on me. Injection's done, I'm starting to cut, eyes on me, you'll be fine. Squeeze this, stay still, eyes on me."

Phoenix's hand feels blindly until they find... something, squeezing and squeezing and squeezing, trying to ignore the 'not breathing' part of things. But they can't breathe, they can't breathe, there's blood everywhere, it smells metallic and they're choking on it, all they get is blood, they can't breathe oh god they're dying, they're going to die again, it's over and over and it won't stop because they can't get the blood out, they can't–

"Phoenix! I need you to stay calm. I'm here for you, we're going to get you breathing, but you need to calm down. Squeeze the ball, concentrate on me, look at me, Phoenix. You'll be okay. Stay still, try and calm down, I know it's hard but you're going to be okay."

Phoenix tries. They look up at Aaron and just about see him, vision blurred and greying, squeezing less than before. They try to concentrate on staying still, not the blood, not their mouth that hurts so much, it's agonising, not– not–

There's a strange feeling in their windpipe, like something's being pushed inside. It feels weird and wrong and they don't like it.

They can't move. They can't take it out. Their windpipe doesn't hurt so much but everything else does and they can't even move. It's easier to breathe now but god, it hurts. They gasp, trying to gulp in air, that doesn't work, and then it feels weird and tastes kind of metallic but there's air, there's air, oh god there's air. It's much further down than they're used to but they can breathe again, they can do it, there's air and everything's not quite so fuzzy anymore.

Hurts, though. It's okay, they've had worse.

"You've got it Phoenix. You're doing it, you're okay, keep your eyes on me and keep breathing. It's just me here, you're doing well. Focus on me."

Phoenix tries to obey, gripping the sides of the bed for balance, the cold grounding them.

"That's good. You're doing well. The next thing we need to do is splint your broken bones, before they heal wrong and we have to rebreak them. I'll give you morphine through your IV, and another injection of lidocaine, that should help with the pain. I need to wire your jaw, it'll be scary but given your healing factor it shouldn't be for long. Okay? You're getting there, Phoenix, you're doing really well. Focus on me, try to stay calm."

Phoenix tries, they really do. They can breathe now, that's good, it's not breathing through their mouth but it's still air. But as Aaron turns to fetch the wire, Phoenix panics. The only reason they don't thrash is that some part of their brain knows that it would be a bad idea to knock the IV out. Aaron won't be pleased with them and he might punish them, or stop giving them painkillers.

Why is he giving them painkillers again? They don't need them. They don't need them to be gentle, it's weird.

"Try to calm down. It's okay, Phoenix, you're going to be okay. You don't need to look so disbelieving at the painkillers, y'know? Squeeze this as hard as you can. It won't be wired for long. You'll have to eat liquid food, but it's okay, I promise. Let's get this done before you heal wrong."

And Phoenix... they shut down. There's wire and what looks like pliers and Aaron's going to feed them and give them painkillers, and they can't cope. They're terrified and they don't understand, and they just... shut down completely.

The world is fuzzy, their heart pounding, everything seems far away. It's all... wrong.

They'll understand at some point, maybe. But not now. Not when they're not even here.

They don't know where they are. But it's not here.

Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @whumpinggrounds @painful-pooch

[crystalsnow95z]

Hoseok with persistent coughing trying to reassure the members he’s okay … until he’s not

I changed this around so much that if I touch it anymore, I'm afraid I'll butcher it even more.. so it's staying as is.. it doesn't have a proper ending sorry.

"Jungkook-ah, you're doing it half second too quickly. Slow down." Hoseok tells him, motioning for the staff to cut the music so he could talk.

"I'm sorry Hyung. I'll do it right this time." Jungkook gives a small bow to Hoseok, feeling guilty for making Hoseok have to scold him. Hyung sounds like he's losing his voice.. I don't want him to waste it on me..

"Hoba we're running out of time, we need to do the sound check." Yoongi states, checking the time.

"It's been that long already?" Hoseok looks at the time. "Aish.. okay, okay.." Hoseok clears his throat trying to soothe the itch in the back of his throat before speaking again. "We'll leave it for now."

"Everyone have their mic packs and in ears?"Namjoon takes over, checking his own back pocket to be sure it was secured to his jeans.

The boys confirm everything was in order before going out to greet the crowd. Hoseok pops a cough drop into his mouth to try to ease the dryness in his throat.

"Take it easy today, okay, hyung? Please?You already overdid it yesterday.." Jimin pleads softly on their way to the stage.

"I'm fine, Jiminie, it's just the air here. It's really dry. If I drink enough water, it'll be fine." Hoseok smiles, trying to reassure his worried teammate.. "Just just a bit of a cough. It's no big deal. Okay?"

"It sounds like its gradually getting worse compared to this morning.." Taehyung adds in, sharing the same expression as Jimin.

"I'll take some medicine before we go on for the real thing and everything will be fine. Okay? Focus on the show.." Hoseok tells them, ignoring the urge to cough.

There's only a week left on our tour.. I can't be getting sick now.. it's just the dry desert air.. I'll be fine once we leave for the next city..

Hoseok lies to himself, coughing as soon as he knows it'd be drowned out by the sound of the crowds cheering when they see the seven of them come on stage.

"Hello Army!" Jimin greets them, pushing back his worry to give army a bright smile.

"Army are you ready?" Namjoon asks the crowd, Army responding to his voice with a loud roar of yesses and screams.

"That was pretty weak. Army yesterday was louder." Yoongi teases the crowd, giving them a gummy smile.

I can do this..

"ARMY! If you're excited make some noise!" He tests his mic, motioning for staff to turn it up when his voice comes out quieter than the other members.

The crowd responds to him despite his quieter volume, the stadium echoing with their screams even louder than the first time.

"Let's go!" Hoseok shouts into the mic, pushing himself to be louder than the crowd. It's fine.. I'll just take some medicine tonight to be on the safe side...I'll be fine..

Hoseok sits on the lift, covering up another cough. He started feeling sick for a few days now, but it was more of an annoyance than anything. Today, it felt like someone was squeezing his throat, making it hurt to breathe. The medicine isn't working today.. why? We're so close to the end of the tour..

"You okay Hoba?" Namjoon asks, crouching down to talk to him asking for the third time since they reached the stadium.

"Yes, I'm fine. It's just a cough.." Hoseok repeats the same thing he's been telling all the members all day, doing his best to hide how awful his throat hurt him. Everyone's exhausted..Jiminie had to do two IVs and Suga-hyung had to get cupping done to make his pain bearable.. It's nothing I should worry them with.. there's only three shows left.. I'll see a doctor then..

He sighs in relief when he feels the lift rising up to the stage, giving him the escape from his members' worried gazes.

Everyone gets back into their positions, the music to RUN starting, the crowd screaming when they see Taehyung walk across the stage to join the others, Namjoon singing his part.

Hoseok stumbles when he tries to rise to his feet, not realizing how weak he felt. Sh*t.. we're not even a minute in and I'm already making mistakes..

He quickly recovers moving with the other members as if nothing happened, but he could feel the eyes of the other members watching him with concern plastered across their face.

I'm sorry. I'll do better so you won't have to be distracted by me and my mistakes.. I can do better..

Hoseok pushes through the choreography, taking a deep breath to try to calm himself, pushing harder to try to make up for his mishap. The blood was pounding in his ears, making it hard to hear the sound coming out of his in ears but he couldn't find the time to adjust them.

Jin brushes his fingers across Hoseok's back when they cross paths, trying to comfort him mouthing 'it's okay' when their eyes meet.

With the encouragement of Jin, he finds the strength to push through the next two songs, but with each verse he sang the harder it became to resist the persistent itch in the back of his throat, trying to softly clear his throat.

After the third song ends it was time for introductions, the music stopping, the adrenaline that was keeping him going dissolving when the cheer of the crowd stopped.

Hoseok tried to catch his breath, but before he could recover he saw the members lining up, quickly joining them, locking his knees when he bowed with the others, his fingers trembling when he puts them by his chest like the others.

"1,2,3..hello we are BTS!"

Hoseok's voice is drowned by the others, not wanting to push his voice further. After Namjoon started talking, he turned away from the audience to talk, hoping they'd only focus on who was speaking.

Jimin quickly rushes to the end of the stage, calling staff over with a hand gesture. "Hobi-hyung needs warm water or tea.. could you prepare some, please?" He has to lean in close to them to be able to be heard over the sound of the crowd cheering for Jin's kiss he blew into the crowd.

"Hoba are you okay? You don't look well.." Yoongi says by Hoseok's ear, rubbing his hand down his spine. "Do you want to sit? I'll sit with you."

"My throat hurts a bit, and I'm tired but I'm okay. I just need some water.." Hoseok reassures him, ignoring the weakness in his knees. If I sit it'll just be harder to get moving again..

Yoongi goes to fetch Hoseok some water, but Jimin was already on top of it, giving Hoseok a bottle, opening the lid for him.

"I asked them to get you something warm, but drink this for now Hyungie.." Jimin tells him,rubbing the back of Hoseok's neck with a towel. "You're really sweating, you need to stay hydrated.."

Hoseok takes a few mouthfuls, choking on the water when another bout of coughing bubbles up from the back of his throat Yoongi wraps his arm around Hoseok's waist to keep him from falling, Jimin rubbing his back.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asks in a worried tone, his eyes widened. "Do you need to see medical? It's okay if you can't perform.. your health is more important hyung.."

"No, no...I'm..I'm fine. I just.. it went down wrong.." Hoseok reassures them, taking smaller sips of water. I gotta pull myself together, Yoongi-hyung is next to speak after Taehyung, then it's my turn..

Yoongi lets go of Hoseok when he hears Taehyung reaching the end of his greeting, the camera panning to him.

Hoseok runs his hands through his hair, feeling uncomfortably hot underneath the stage lights trying to get his bangs from being plastered to his forehead. The itch in his throat was building, but he couldn't allow himself to cough. I'm already worrying everyone enough..I can't cough anymore..especially with how much it hurts to sing already..the concert only just started.. I'll see if I can take more medicine when the vocal line sing their medley..I'll be okay..

Yoongi tries to keep the crowd entertained while Hoseok catches his breath, leaving him to be babied by Jimin.

Jimin tries to style Hoseok's hair to stay out of his face, keeping his arm wrapped around Hoseok. "Poor hyungie..try to take it easy today.. don't overdo it.. you'll lose your voice.."

"I won't push it. I'll ask staff to turn my mic up more.." Hoseok moves away from Jimin, going to the end of the stage to talk to staff.

"I don't know..it doesn't sound like you're excited to be here.. I said make some noise.." Yoongi growled into the mic, getting the crowd into a loud roar of cheers, his eyes following Hoseok while he moves across the stage, buying him more time. "How long as it been since we performed here?"

Jimin quickly moves next to Yoongi, replying to his question. "Two years?"

"Two and a half." Yoongi corrects him. "Who do you think you are, it was my turn to talk. I was talking to Army." He says with mock offense,smiling with amusement.

"Ah! That's right. I'm Jimin! I'm so excited to perform here!" Jimin smiles mischievously, taking over. Yoongi rolls his eyes at Jimin's take over trying to hide his smile.

Hoseok sipped on the water, trying to ease the painful itch in his throat clearing his throat. He took a deep breath when he heard the crowd chanting for him, their voices renewing his strength. They waited years for this.. i can do it..

"Your my Hope..." Hoseok was afraid even with the mic up all the way his voice wouldn't carry, but the crowd grew silent as soon as he spoke. "I'm your hope.." Hoseok paused, forcing back another cough. "I'm Jay..."

"HOPE!" The crowd finished for him, screaming loudly.

"I'm sorry Army. My throat isn't in the best condition today.. I'm okay though.." Hoseok apologizes with a bow, now lying to himself, BTS and army. "I won't say much.. but I'm so happy to hear your cheers."

Hoseok pushed through the show, his condition only growing worse the more songs they performed. He couldn't keep up with the other members, guilt churning in his stomach when he saw the other members run across the stage to interact with army when he himself had to stop moving everytime he wanted to speak into the mic.

The song ended, the lights going off for the rapline to quickly switch outfits and do their rap medley. He struggled to catch his breath, Namjoon helping him down the steps and into a chair. "Hoba you need to slow down, you're going to faint if you keep going like this.."

"Here Hoba.. breathe.." Jin puts a can of oxygen by his face, Hoseok taking deep breaths. "Is that better? I think you should sit for the rest of the show.."

Hoseok nods, relaxing when the lightheaded feeling fades. "Thanks hyung.. that's much better.. I'm sorry for worrying you guys..I won't move much during the medley and I'll rest while the vocal line performs..the rest of the songs are slower..I'll be okay.. I don't need to sit.." he tried to keep his coughing at the minimum, trying to clear his throat to speak.

"Here, drink some tea hyung.." Jungkook holds a cup by Hoseok, leading a straw by his lips.

The warm liquid felt nice on his swollen throat, until he had to swallow, forcing himself not to wince in front of the others.

"One minute until the VCR is over.." Staff calls to them.

Hoseok quickly switches clothes, taking a deep breath. "I'm ready.."

Hoseok stepped on the lift, adjusting his in ear, regretting his decision to stay standing. The sound of the crowd mixed with the flashing green lights made his head pound, making him feel dizzy. Yoongi started rapping first, Hoseok focusing on the deagu boy.

Yoongi and Namjoon both move across the stage to interact with army, Hoseok bouncing on his toes to the beat, trying to keep his cough under control. They made it through the first song without much issue, but when Hoseok went join in for the chorus, he ended up coughing, clamping his lips shut to try to force it down.

I dont think i can do this.. it hurts so much.. it hurts to breathe..

The realization made his blood run cold when he felt the pressure building in his chest, placing his hand over it.

Namjoon started his verse, the two boys unaware that Hoseok was on the verge of tears. Hoseok rushed to the other end of the stage where staff set up tea for him, taking a large mouthful to try to recover his voice in time for his part to come.

No, no, this can't happen.. I still have more concerts.. I can't..

"Hoseok-ah, are you okay?" Namjoon rushes to Hoseok when he notices him, but Hoseok quickly moves away from him. He knew if Namjoon looked at him he would pull him from the performance and he couldn't allow that. The thought of how worried Army would be if he stopped mid song was the driving force that made it possible to force his voice out for his verse, it coming out as a rough growl, the crowd squealing at his raspy voice.

I can't keep up.. i can't..

Hoseok used the last bit of his voice, using all his energy just to stay on his feet. Hoseok couldn't hold back his coughing anymore. The force rattled his body, making him lightheaded. When he swayed Namjoon quickly goes behind him, wrapping his arms around to help balance him.

I shouldn't have let him perform. I should've noticed how bad he was..

Namjoon felt his emotions swelling up, taking a deep breath before rapping, his heart racing when the first sentence comes out as a stutter. F*ck..

Hoseok buries his face into Namjoon's shoulder, trying to muffle the sob that escapes his lips. He tried to hold back the tears, but all the frustration he felt poured out like an open flood gate. "I'm sorry.."

Namjoon finishes his verse, Yoongi taking over the chorus while he tried to console Hoseok. "Hey, hey its no big deal. I just missed the timing and had to get back on the beat. It's my fault not yours.."

Hoseok shook his head, quickly wiping his eyes to sing his part, the crowd growing silent to be able to hear him, but he only got three sentences out before his coughing became out of control, army trying to take over for him.

Yoongi starts singing with them, his eyes glued on Hoseok. We need to get him off stage.. he's not fit to perform physically or mentally.. he's way past his limits.

Jungkook and Taehyung had the same thoughts as Yoongi, the two youngest members joining them on stage Jungkook singing Namjoon's part, motioning for him to take Hoseok off the stage.

Namjoon nods, taking out Hoseok's in ear. "Hoba, Hoba get on my back.. please?"

Hoseok sniffles, shakily climbing onto Namjoon. His whole body shakes as he clings to the fellow 94er, coughing into his back. "I'm..im..im.." he tried to apologize, but he couldn't get the words out.

I ruined everything.. how can anyone enjoy the show now?

"Oh my poor baby. Don't cry.. Don't cry.. it's okay. You did everything you could.." Jin uses his thumbs to dry Hoseok's tears. Jin strokes his back, feeling Hoseok trembling underneath his fingertips. Hoseok was inconsolable, his breath coming out as hacking coughs.

"Breathe, you need to breathe..take a deep breath for Hyung.." Jin orders him gently, running his hand through Hoseok's sweaty hair.

I couldn't hide it, now the rest of the show will be ruined.. the others worked so hard to make the show perfect..and i ruined it..

Hoseok could hear the crowd cheering, knowing that the rap medley was over, pushing Jin away. "G-go.."

Jin was reluctant to leave, but knew Hoseok wouldn't calm down if the show stopped because of him letting him go.

Namjoon wraps around Hoseok, holding him tightly. "Hoseok you did all you could and that's all that matters. Don't worry about the concert just focus on getting better okay?"

Hoseok tried to reply, but only another bout of coughing comes out. Namjoon wipes away his tears with his thumbs. " 'kay.." he whispers, clinging desperately to Namjoon. He took deep breaths as Namjoon strokes his hair,listening to his racing heartbeat.

"That's it.. good.. just relax.." Namjoon sighed in relief when he felt the tension melting from Hoseok's body.

Yoongi brings Hoseok some water and medicine, opening the waterbottle. "Hobi do you think you take some medicine for me?"

Hoseok nods, partly opening his mouth so Yoongi could put the pill on his tongue. Namjoon puts the water bottle by Hoseok's lips, gently tilting it so he could get a few mouthfuls of water.

Hoseok pushes the water away when he feels the urge to cough again, covering his mouth to avoid coughing on Yoongi.

"Two minutes until the vocal lines medley is over." Staff informs Namjoon.

"Okay.." Namjoon responds, swearing under his breath when he realizes he had to leave Hoseok right when he was calming down. I want to take care of Hoseok, but it's hard enough to perform with one member..

"Don't worry about me..okay?" Hoseok hoarsely whispers, clearly reading Namjoon's thoughts just by looking at him.

"We'll take care of Hoseok-sii. We'll get him to a doctor..he wants you to perform.." Staff promises. "Just focus on the show.."

"Try to get some rest, okay Hoba? I'll come see you as soon as I can." Namjoon promises, reluctantly letting him go to switch clothes.

"Come on Namjoon-ah.." Yoongi pulls the youngest rapper by his wrist, leaving Hoseok in the hands of the staff members. "I don't want to leave him either.. but the show must go on.."

[drama--universe]

Like a Queen

Requested by anonymous: Hi! Could you do a falling into your smile one-shot/drabble/imagine about the reader being Lu Si-Cheng's sister who was living in Korea with him but has a crush on Hierophant but he never noticed/acknowledged it because they're just friends. After they moved back to China, Hierophant eventually does have a crush on her too after hanging out with her a bit more on their own and he eventually confesses. (It'll be funny if the ending was Lu Si-Cheng throwing a slipper or smth at Hierophant when he catches them but it's also up to you.) Sorry for my blabbering 😬

Pairing: Kun-Hyeok (Hierophant) x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.9k words

Warnings: cheating (not Kun-Hyeok), violence

Glancing inside the room, you watched your brother and his friend play. Lee Kun-Hyeok... You had a major crush on the boy, you enjoyed seeing him when he came by your house. Even if he didn't pay attention to you.

Your brother was the first to notice you, staring straight at you before getting up and closing the door right in front of your face. And thus you were alone in the house again, wondering why you agreed to join Si-Cheng when moving to Korea. Then again, if you stayed home then you wouldn't have met Kun-Hyeok.

You saw them again later that evening, dinner had been placed on the table and the two boys were quick to start digging in. At least Kun-Hyeok gave a 'thank you for the dinner' before starting, unlike your older brother. Then the talk about games started again, leaving you unable to join the conversation.

"Do you play any games, (y/n)?" Kun-Hyeok paused the conversation with Si-Cheng, turning to you and patiently waiting for your answer. You shook your head softly as Si-Cheng started explaining that you just couldn't understand the mechanics and gave up quickly.

"I can try teaching you if you want?" He suddenly suggested, to which your brother burst out laughing (and earning a shoe to his head in return) and you slumped in your seat a bit as you tried to hide your face, not wanting them to see how embarrassed you got. Kun-Hyeok insisted, however, and thus you found yourself spending more time with him. You were sure that your crush got worse, but you ignored it in favor of just enjoying the time you had with him.

"Dude, you are aware my sister has a crush on you, right?" You heard Si-Cheng's voice in the distance, even with his door closed. You couldn't help but get closer, curiosity getting the better of you as you listened next to the door.

"I know, I know. Don't worry, I'm not going to date your sister. She's just a friend, I guess. I'm mostly friendly because she's your sister." Kun-Hyeok spoke and you sighed softly, trying to ignore the tears that started welling up in your eyes.

Right there, your heart fell and shattered into a millions of pieces.

Looking back to it, you felt embarrassed of how idiotic your crush had been. A simple girl crush, a first love that hurt too much and was just embarrassing to think back to. A simple fantasy of sorts...

It caused you to move back to China, greeting your parents again after months with tears spilling down your face and your face nearly gone. Your younger brother, Lu Yue, was the first and only person to know the reason and threatened both boys back in Korea for you, not that they would ever know that.

But now you were better, 5 years later makes a difference of course. You were over Kun-Hyeok, not that you'd ever see him again, and you had a boyfriend, Jun-Xiang, that you loved very dearly. Most important, you had a job you loved doing that didn't have to much extra hours to worry about and you earned enough to pay for your rent, bills, groceries and still have extra to go shopping if you wanted to.

"(Y/n)!" Your name was called loudly and you turned your head to see Jun-Xiang running your way, clearly tired from running. You gave him a smile as he reached you, patting his head sweetly before grabbing his hand.

"Come on, we're already late." You said as you pulled him inside of the restaurant, your brother and his teammates already inside. To your surprise, Kun-Hyeok was there as well, sitting beside Si-Cheng awkwardly as he tried to follow the others' conversations. Clear that they spoke too fast, Kun-Hyeok seemed to give up on understanding them.

"(Y/n)!" When your name was called, you didn't know by who, all eyes turned your way before moving to your boyfriend. Si-Cheng's gaze hardened, you knew that the two didn't practically like each other and you couldn't figure out why, and you could see Kun-Hyeok's gaze of confusion. Nonetheless, you sat down next to Lu Yue, ruffling the younger's hair affectionately before turning to the food in front of you while your boyfriend sat next to Kun-Hyeok.

"I see you came again." Your glare at Si-Cheng shut him up for further comments to your boyfriend, but it didn't soften his glare. You then turned to Kun-Hyeok, quickly greeting him in Korean before digging into the food. The chattering returned, drowning out all the thoughts that were swimming in your head as you listened to how they won their matches. You didn't understand much, but listened nonetheless.

"Excuse me." Your boyfriend spoke up, leaving the room with his phone in hand and you gave a smile before turning to the group again. They all seemed a bit confused by Jun-Xiang's escape, but most just continued to talk. Everyone except for Si-Cheng, who skillfully exited the room as well. You didn't even notice until he was almost out of the room and you were quick to follow him as well.

"Si-Cheng, stop following him." You stopped your brother just as he was about to round the corner of the hall and he gave you a look. You were about to say something, but your boyfriend's voice rang out.

"Yeah, babe. I'm going to leave here and come back to the apartment. No, no, I really didn't want to come here. You know how she is, won't even let me say no. I didn't want to see her stupid bunch of friends!" His voice rang out loudly and you fell silent as you continued to listen to him, trying to ignore the pang of pain in your heart from all of the degrading words thrown to your name.

It was a miracle that Si-Cheng was still standing next to you. You looked up to see your brother, but he was gone. You knew it would be too good to be true...

Turning the corner yourself, you saw Si-Cheng ready to punch Jun-Xiang and you quickly rushed forward to grab his arm. You pulled him back with all of your might, successfully pulling the older back enough as he trashed a bit to get out of your grip.

"Stop it!" You exclaimed and Si-Cheng paused, looking back to see you before his eyes widened. A cursing Lu Yue passed by you and lunged himself at Jun-Xiang, luckily being grabbed by Si-Cheng in return. The elder brother lifted the younger of the ground easily, holding him there as Lu Yue trashed around like a wild beast. The rest of the group had joint as well, all staring at you with confusion. Jun-Xiang had gotten up, cursing back at Lu Yue and Si-Cheng and you got in between.

"Why don't you go to your damn 'babe', huh? We're done, asshole." With that, you threw your fist to his face and smiled at the loud crack that you could hear as Jun-Xiang fell back to the ground.

"Let's go!" Lu Yue exclaimed happily and you turned back, almost bursting out in laughter as you saw your brothers.

Lu Yue, still in Si-Cheng's arms, with his own arms up in the air like a toddler would do and Si-Cheng was clearly annoyed with the arm that was nearly thrown into his own face.

"We should get out, no?" Xiao Pang spoke up, voice slightly concerned of the consequences that could follow. You all agreed, leaving the premise and leaving after Xiao Rui quickly paid with the company card. Luckily, most of the food was already eaten. You ignored the fact that Jun-Xiang laid somewhere in the halls and rushed out of the restaurant, laughing as you got further.

"Come on!" You whined loudly, pulling along Kun-Hyeok with a smile as you weaved through the crowd. ZDGX was busy with promotional stuff and thus you decided that you would hang out with Kun-Hyeok instead. You didn't want to stay inside and you wanted to show Kun-Hyeok around, show him the good food places and shops. He already carried a bag of snacks for you, he insisted on carrying the bag for you even when you originally refused, and he even carried a bag of his own, although it was significantly smaller than yours. Something along the lines of, I can't eat too much candy because of competition. Nonetheless, he bought some non-sugar ones that you insisted that he should try.

Kun-Hyeok hadn't said much, except for the occasional agreement and such, and yet it wasn't awkward. There was a reason for his silence, however, and even the thought of it made him blush.

He knew you had a crush on him years ago, but he denied it with all his heart since you were Si-Cheng's sister. Yet now, he couldn't help it. You were different, so was he at the end of the day. You were much confident now, clear that you felt good in your body, unlike your teenage years, and it was something that intrigued him and pulled him your way.

More simply said, he fell in love with you.

He didn't mind, however, since he knew perfectly fine how much of a kind and thoughtful person you were. Due to that, he didn't mind loving you, even when it was one-sided.

So he listened and watched as you dragged him past shops, smiling brightly as you dragged him around. He did have to admit that it did start to hurt his feet and his back had started to ache because of the fact that you pulled him down constantly.

"Oooh! Let's go to that café!" You called and you could hear a breath of relief from the man behind you, giggling at him before sitting down at a table. You put everything on another chair before ordering your and Kun-Hyeok's drinks and some cakes to go with it. Then you turned to Kun-Hyeok with another bright smile.

"Thanks for hanging out with me." You asked and Kun-Hyeok shrugged, leaning back in his chair slightly.

"I don't mind." "No, really though. I needed this after all... Well, you know." You sighed softly, not wanting to continue thinking about it as you accepted the drinks from the waiter with a thanks.

"Don't think about him too much, you deserve better than someone like that." "Stop saying that, you sound too cliché." You chuckled, taking an sip of your drink before looking up at him again.

"Do you think all guys are like that?" "Definitely not, those people are just cowards." He spoke and you nodded, sighing as you slumped into your seat.

"Then how should he have treated me?" You asked softly, not thinking that Kun-Hyeok would hear nor did you expect an answer.

"Like a queen. You're brothers would kill anyone who treats you like less." Kun-Hyeok laughed and you burst out laughing, doubling over while covering your face with your hand. You couldn't help but agree, hell even when you left today Lu Yue was glaring at Kun-Hyeok with a passion.

"Then again, I'd treat you the same even if your brothers weren't like that." He confessed and you frowned a bit before smiling.

"Show me then." "What?" He looked up in confusion, his eyes slightly widened as he tried to process what you just said. When he did, he only gave a smile.

"Alright, I'll take you on a date tomorrow then." You could only smile in return again.

"I can't wait."

[peaktora]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ˚◞♡ ⃗ eren yeager

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ he gets bruises, and you do too — but atleast you don’t try and hide them.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊ 0.7k words. college!au. mentions of a bloody nose and gory arm but nothing really detailed. no pronouns used or specified gender.

a/n. — i tried not to make eren his stereotyped college self, but i can’t help but headcannon that he gets into fights here and there (so keep that in mind)

“I can’t believe you tried to hide this from me.” you took your first A.I.D kit out of the bottom cabinet, placed it on the countertop, and demanded, "now sit down," while pointing at the toilet.

eren sighed as he dragged his feet across the hardwood floor, not wanting to rile you up any further than you already were. he sat down and waited for your next instructions.

"it's not that bad.” he attempts to explain, just then, you scoff at his words. "I've been through worse, this is nothin’.”

"yeah, well, a couple more nose-breaking fights within the next year or so and it'll be somethin'," you mumbled, taking what you could from your kit.

"it's not a broken nose... just a scraped arm and a bleeding nose.”

you go to eren with a tissue in your hand and mop up any blood that was flowing around his nose. the white cloth quickly turning red.

you take another tissue from the counter, stuff it up his nose, and throw away the used one.

"hold that still," you say firmly, and he grunts at how rough your work was.

"clean my wounds any harder and ima get another one..”

you mentally roll your eyes as you unroll the familiar pack of bandages. feeling the soft but scratchy bandages again, you couldn't help but remember the times you had treated his wounds. ones worse than his bloodied nose and (really) graphic arm scrape. but throughout it all, at all times, you gave him the softest touches and wipes you were able to conjure up. as you never intended to harm him.

and you didn't try to hurt him now, but god, was he annoying you.

"are there any other wounds I should be aware of?” you tell him, "and don't hide ‘em," and he pauses before grinning smugly at you.

without warning his fingertips pierced the belt holes in your pants, and he dragged you in close to his body. his legs sprawled on either side of yours as you stood in the center, providing warmth.

it was now that the phrase "actions speak louder than words" has never been truer. because from the way you complained and told him to cut it out, he would’ve had to consider letting you go. he knew he didn't have to, though, because of the way you hesitated to move away and how your breath caught.

something you wish he hadn’t noticed.

sure, eren wasn't the best at expressing himself to others, but he could read people like a book.

you yelped as he yanked you down, landing you on his lap.

"no injuries except a broken heart," he playfully pouted.

the silence that followed was deafening.

eren tilted his head to the side, his gaze lingering on your face. from your eyes down to your lips, left to right. from this angle, or really any angle, they were irresistibly kissable—even when you were upset with him. but, when are they not when you're angry?

he gently leans in, and you’re aware of his plans, but you still can't let him win just yet. least not right now.

as you lean down to pick up the fallen bandages, his lips change course and meet your cheek.

it lasted a while (maybe it's because he expected it to meet your lips), and you let them linger. you don't so much return the kiss as you let yourself be kissed.

"if you're done making out with my cheek," you raise to face eren, "can I wrap up that arm for you?"

you say it as if you didn't just avoid my kiss, is what you think your boyfriend wanted to say. yet that never comes up.

eren frowned and shook his head for the third time that day, "no, not yet. but you’re welcome to stay with me.”

your brows furrow.

"held in my bloodied arms, on the toilet..." he continued.

you can't help but smile as you roll your eyes.

his fingers never left your belt holes, twisting them around his fingers. he drew you in closer, dangerously closer.

his weight is exactly what you were looking for, and his arms encircling you is even better (even though you feel a sliver of hot blood bleeding through your shirt). you burrow your head into eren's chest and give it a quick kiss.

"hey," he whispered.

"what?"

“give me a proper kiss.”

“you’re so needy…it’s always something with you.”

yet, you raise your head to meet his.

[k-slla]

The road so far

Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

WARNINGS : Injures, blood, language (if I missed any, I'm sorry)

A/N: This will be a multiple part story, so if you enjoy and would like to be tagged, comment here or send me an ask/message :)

Also, any feedback is appreciated!

Reader's POV

"Y/N, relax, I'll get you back to the bunker as fast as I can an." Dean tried to calm me. I'd gotten hurt again. It was supposed to be a quick in and out for the four of us.

Now Sam and Garth were finishing the job. Just a small vamp nest, they said. You'll be ready, Y/N, we have a plan, they said. By the end of the evening I was cornered by two vamps and one of them managed to stab me with my own blade before Dean ganked them. "Sam! I need to get Y/N back to bunker. Cas can't find us here and she's losing quite a lot of blood. Can you two manage here?"

Now here I was, on back seat of the Baby, trying so hard to not to break down. I searched for Dean's eyes in the rearview mirror. "I'm sorry, Dean. I thought I had them on my own. That I didn't need help. I need to..." He looked at me with almost angry look. His look softened immediatly when our eyes met. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. Please just try to stay awake, alright? You'll be fine. We'll talk at home, okay? Just a little bit longer. Cas will heal you." I sighed. He didn't even believe his own words. "You don't know that, Dean." I whispered. "He didn't even have his mojo last time we saw him." I slumped on the seat.

"I'm ruining you car, D." He looked at me with amusement. "Seriously? That's what you're worrying about right now?" he laughed. "You know she's seen worse."

I almost didn't even feel pain anymore. I'd gotten so numb already when he pulled to the garage.

"CASTIEL!" Dean yelled and slowly pulled me out of car. Angel was beside us in a second. "She got hurt. Please help her!" Dean begged. No strength was left in him. Both men kneeled next to me. Cas put his hand to my stomach and tried to heal me. I only felt burning sensation in my abdomen which pulled animalistic shriek out of me.

"No! No! Please, stop! It's worse!" I wheezed. I was on the verge of passing out.

"I can't heal her this way. I'm sorry, Dean, I think I'm only hurting her." Cas finally said.

"Can you get her to the library table? I have to try suture the wound myself."

"Wait, Dean. There is one other option that could work."

Dean looked at Cas. "Care to elaborate?" he finally snapped.

"If Y/N gives me permission, I can possess her. That way I can use some stolen grace I have for emergencies. It should heal up me and any vessel I use." Dean looked skeptical. "You carry around stolen grace "for emergencies"? Did you have to smite an angel for that? And are you even sure if it'll work?" he questioned.

"Well..Yes,yes and no. But it's the only option right now and killing the angels was in self-defense so I see nothing wrong with that, too. I just need to know if Y/N is willing to try that. I can't promise anything." he looked at me softly.

"Yes, we can try that. I've got nothing to lose. You have my permission." I whispered.

Castiel put his hand on my cheek and I felt immense force crashing through me. And then suddenly it stopped. I saw everything around me but I wasn't in control of my own body anymore. Jimmy's unconscious body was next to me.

"Dean. Give me the grace. It's around my neck. Well..Around Jimmy's neck. You know what I mean." I heard myself talk. It felt eerie.

Dean reached out and took out a little ampoule containing the grace.

"Damnit, Cas, this better work." He gruffed. Unbearable cold took over my body as soon as Cas consumed the grace.

Last thing I remember is feeling the angel leave my body and passing out from exhaustion.

I slowly opened my eyes. Brain couldn't yet register where I was but as I saw Dean next to me, I felt calm.

I took in my surroundings. I was with Dean in the bunker. I was safe.

"Hey, Y/N. Take it easy. Try to sleep a bit more, okay? I'm not going anywhere." he whispered softly.

I laughed wryly. "You look like shit, D. Couldn't Cas heal you?"

"Uh..no. He couldn't. He basically went all in for you. But don't worry about me. Just some cuts and bruises. Nothing major. Seriously now, Y/N, try to sleep. Sam and Garth aren't even back yet, so even just long as they come home, okay?"

"Fine, dad." I mumbled quietly and again fell asleep.

I woke up next morning rested and almost like myself. I went to the kitchen for breakfast and boys were already sitting at the table. Quite possibly researching next case for us.

"Morning, guys!" I smiled at them. I poured myself a big cup of coffee and sat down next to them. "So, what's next for us? Shapeshifters? Djinns? Wraiths?" They shared a look.

"How you're feeling today, Y/N? You took a serious beating yesterday. With the stabbing and angel possession and whatnot. Wouldn't you like some time off?" Sam questioned.

"What? No. I'm fine. Ready for the next challenge." I grinned widely. I got up to make myself a sandwich.

"Y/N, please, just hear us out, okay?" Dean pleaded. "Take some time off. Just for a week. We don't want to see you get hurt again."

I've always known how to shut myself off during confrontations. I just didn't have backbone to stand up for myself. This time I wasn't going to stay quiet. I slammed the knife down on the table and took a deep breath.

"Let me just ask this, Sam. If Dean would've gotten hurt yesterday. Hell, he did get hurt. Would you convince him to take a break for a while?" I turned to look at Sam and felt nerves bubbling.

"Of course I would! But Dean didn't get stabbed last night. You did, Y/N." he countered. "Okay, fair point. But either way Dean would never stand down from a hunt. Both of you know that. Why do you have the need to bench me right now? Cas healed me. I'm fine. Seriously. No need to walk on eggshells around me." I angrily turned around and finished quickly making my sandwich. I left the kitchen to go and eat in peace in my room.

Few days after that hunt I was cleaning my room when I heard soft knock on my door. I had managed to ignore them so far but I guess I had to talk to them sooner or later. "Hey, it's Dean. You awake?" I tried to be quiet but then dropped a picture frame on the table. "Damn it!" I muttered.

"Can I please come in? I want to talk to you." he asked. "Yes, you can come in." I sighed and sat on my bed.

He sat in front of me on the bed. "Listen, I don't want to argue with you. I know you're more stubborn than me so it wouldn't be very smart of me." He took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. " I just need to say that we... I can't bear the toughts of losing you. Ever. I just can't. For the love of God, why didn't you call for us the other night. You know that it could've ended very badly for you. " His voice was quiet and quivering as he spoke.

"I know that, Dean. I get it. But you were all fighting there for your life. There were more vamps than we all originally thought and I was confident that I coud take on just two of them. Dean. Listen to me." I took his hands and looked into his beautiful green eyes. I sighed.

"I know what I got myself into when I decided to stay with you boys. Hunter's life definitely isn't all fun and games. We get hurt, or some of us die. But that's life. I've made my peace with it." He cut me off. "Y/N, you're not even 30 yet. How can you say you've made your peace with dying when you haven't even lived a life yet? You should have a white picket fence and an apple pie dream life, y'know." I started laughing. He got very confused. "Dean. Just don't. Please don't start teaching me how to live my life, when you won't do the same. Can you please leave me alone now?" I said quietly.

"Fine." He stood up. "But I am not letting you come to the hunt today. Got it?"

Dean's POV

I left her room and leaned against the door. God, you're such a pussy, Dean, what stopped you telling her this time? I thought.

I heard muffled scream through the door but thought it would be better not to interfere again.

"So, just like at Glenwood Springs, this wraith has developed taste for crazy brains. This is a all night drive from here. Any ideas how to approach it?" Sam asked whe I entered the library. "How's Y/N by the way? Seemed okay?"

"Yeah, I mean, on the surface at least. Wouldn't really talk about it. What's up with the wraiths hunting in the psychiatric hospitals? Do they get high on meds or something?" I sat down at the laptop looking over the victim cases. Youngest was 28, like Y/N. That's sad. "So, should we get admitted to the hospital or the FBI scheme again? Or we go halfsies? " I said and smiled at Sam.

Halfway on the road, I pulled car over to the side of the road. "Dude, you up to drive? My eyes are tired, man." Sam looked at me like he's seen a ghost. "Yeah, I can drive. Are you okay, Dean? You took a decent hit to the head the other day. You might have a concussion." he asked worriedly. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired." I said and tried to stifle a yawn.

He started the car again as I made myself comfortable in the passenger seat. We were driving for some time when he broke the silence. "Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"You can, but it depends if I'm going to answer." I said sleepily. "Will you tell Y/N about your feelings for her?"

What did he just say? "Uuhhh, what, I have no feelings for her. And even if I did, then a) it wouldn't be any of your business and b) no I wouldn't tell her because there wouldn't be a point in it, because in this line of the work, we don't get happy endings." He sighed loudly. "Dean, don't think I'm blind. I see how you look at her. Would it really be that bad to even try to get a happy ending?"

I started to get slowly angry. "Sam, drop it, okay. Yes, it would be bad to try because 99% of the people I care about, have died, or gotten hurt or possessed. You are just exception that proves the rule, even though you've died too on multiple occasions. I can't risk it, okay?"

Rest of the drive I tried to sleep. It wasn't easy, considering the thoughts of Y/N were occupying my head. Of course I had feelings for her, how couldn't I? She was the most beautiful, brilliant and stubborn woman I've laid my eyes on. I just can't give my enemies the leverage of using her against me. And she probably doesn't reciprocate anyways so why even try.

"So, Bobby will meet us at the hospital, to get me admitted, so I could get more of a inside scoop. You and Jody will handle the FBI part. Sounds good?" "Sounds like a plan." Sam said as he pulled into town.

Sam dropped me of at the corner of the hospital, where I was going to meet with Bobby. I was getting nervous, which was very new for me. I was just going to talk about out life. Just mentioning the drama with Lucifer, Michael and the Apocalypse should get me a permanent spot in padded cell. Seeing Bobby pull up in his Chevelle, I raised my hand to wave at him.

"Hey, son! You ready to pour your heart out?" he laughed. "Sure am, Bobby. Sure am." I smiled as he got out of car.

The first few days went really really slowly in the hospital. Sneaking around at night wasn't really easy with the guards every where. Not being able to contact with Sam or anyone else didn't help also.

Finally almost week later I saw the wraith in the mirror, so I knew exactly who to follow. Only thing for me left to do was to somehow let Sam know who it was before it was too late.

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Hurting Angel - Chapter One 🥰

Crowley x reader (also known as Bri)

Chapter One 🐞

A/N: Hey my bugsies, so this was requested by a beautiful anonymous bugsie, I sure do hope y'all are going to enjoy this series...🥰💓

Side Note: Let me know what y'all think, also thank you all for the support - also all my stories can be found on watpad aswell.🥹🤭

Warnings: Blood, thriller, horror, sarcasm, mentioning of guns, if there's anything else, let me know... Much love "Nesca" 🐞

Go on a blind date they said, it'll be fun they said. You need to get out more Bri, they said. " Remind me again why I agreed to download the stupid dating app, signing up for it in the first place was crazy, damn freaking nuts. "

Stirring the drink at the bar, not really feeling like drinking, but hey its a bar, its what your supposed to do right!

The bartender basically screaming over the loud music, 'you okay miss?'

"Yeah of course never been better, love getting stood up," her lips pursed

The barman didn't quite know how to answer that, so he just walked further down to the other end.

Irritated about the fact you got stood up and that it bothers you a tiny bit, you pull out your phone, texting the babysitter, asking if everything is still alright, with Lainey.

The text came through, "Little Lainey is watching my little pony and she already had her dinner, enjoy yourself a bit darling" Mrs Anderson is the only person she trusts with Lainey.  Biting her lip, maybe I should stay a little longer, just enjoy myself for awhile, unwind, the story about the biggest crime syndicate is really taking over my damn life, I'm this close, mimicking with her index finger and thumb, to uncovering the face behind the leader, his code name "The Devil" a crooked smile on her lips, its such a stupid nickname, like are the people supposed to be immediate, well like yeah, here comes the little red man, with his pointy tail and ears, with his little pitch fork, all I know for sure is his name is Crowley, and he goes by the devil, as for how he looks, I'll find that out very soon, well as soon as my source comes through anyway.

''Drinking alone and looking as beautiful as you, is just a crime'' the silvery voice says, breaking her out of her deep thoughts. Turning her head to the barstool next to hers. ''Oh really? last time I checked there's a lot worse crimes in this world'', sounding a little more snarky than she intended. The man with his neatly combed over blonde hair and blue eyes laughs, ''not in the mood for company?'' 

''In all honesty, not if your going to tell me cheesy pick up lines all night'' she sighed.

''Your safe, I promise, that was my last, you have my word'' he laughed

''Okay good! Then your more than welcome to join me,'' sounding inviting

The man, asks for the bartender to give them two more, of whatever she's having. After getting your drinks, the two of you talked, not really exchanging names, merely about how noisy it is, and the fact that, they both got stood up. Still laughing and having fun, some guy bumps into your chair, letting your handbag fall to the ground. ''Hey! Look where you going buddy'' she warned. The guy just gestures a sorry and keeps on stumbling further. 

''This place is getting to crowded, I'm going to head home, as soon as I finish the last few sips'', she expressed

''Leave now? We are just getting to know each other'', his silvery voice, sounded so smooth.

''Biting her lip, yes thank you for the nice chat'' getting up, to only fall back again, holding her head in her hand, "oh wow, how is it possible that I feel so lightheaded, I had two drinks," everything is spinning, my body feels so numb, so outside of myself. Fumbling through her handbag, trying to take her phone. Hearing the bartender say something, the man next to her, sounded so disembodied when he answered, looks like she had a bit to much to drink, I'll take her home, taking ahold of her arm, let's get you home!

Something is wrong, has she been drugged? Trying to get her arms to function to push him away, so that she can get out of his grip, but her body feels weak, her muscles is losing all functionality, as for her eyelids it feels as heavy as stone, she whispers a shaky "no" before everything goes. dark.

Her eyes starting to slightly open, "w..what happened", she mumble's. Glancing over the room, to see if she recognises anything, her view is hazy "where's the man that took her" hearing the dripping sound of water, "it's freezing" breathing heavily, excruciating pain shuttering throughout her body, feeling still slightly numb, tracing her fingers over her abdomen area, her hands trembling when she feels a long incision, and the thread of a wound being closed up, unknowingly tugs at the pointy strand, "what the hell" she gasped.

Forcing herself to see more clearly, glancing down, shaking uncontrollable, her eyes widening, her body is laying in a bathtub covered with ice, some crystal clear, others stained with red, most likely from the blood, still seeping through her left side. "My side its sliced open" she yelled, as if she only realized that what she felt previously was her own body.

Searching across the bathroom, for anything other than the dripping sound and the shaking of her own body, she grabs ahold of the bathtub, her fingers a discoloration of blueish-white, forcing her body over the edge, plumping to the ground, "dammit" she exclaims. Dragging herself across the floor, moaning and whimpering in pain.

Opening the wooden door slowly to peek through, to see if anyone is stil there keeping watch, sighing in relief, "the coast is clear. " Crawling to the edge of the bed, trying to get up, still shaking and weak, she forces herself up, rolling over, taking in a deep breath, her heart is beating rapidly, her throat dry, her voice sounding hoarse. "I need to get to a phone, hospital something"

Grabbing a blanket to wrap up her shaking body, that's only covered in a black sports bra and her black shorts, making her way to a shaky stance. Holding onto whatever she can find as she stumbles out of the room. The bright streetlights making her eyes burn, glaring down the stairs," really the least they could do is butcher me on ground level" irritation in her painstaking voice.

Dragging one foot across the other, down the steel staircase. Searching the parking lot for a vehicle or help of some sort. There in the corner, an old chevy Camaro, "almost there" she sighs.

Pulling the door, praying it isn't locked, "yes, its open" a half smile forming on her tired face. Hoping the keys are still inside, she gets in. "Dammit, no keys, why would it be easy, nothing is every easy" her voice low and weak.

Pulling the ignition with every last bit of strength she has, "need something to strip the plastic covered wires" peeking through the car, in the window hangs a beer opener, reaching for it, taking it to the wires, pulling it across the starter wire, striping the plastic about 1'3 inches back, then doing the same with the battery wire, touching the two ends together, something she learned when she was a teenager, "Come on baby, come, there you go, that's a girl" she whined.

Throwing it in drive, and stepping on the gas, she drives off, leaving a man in her rear view window chasing after her.

Looking at the street signs, trying to read it, but its all a blur, turning down the first left she can find, looks like a residential area, "maybe I can get some help here" she utters desperately.

Feeling the blood rolling down her side onto her thighs, her breathing more shallow and her eyes heavy, knowing she needs help quick! Real quick! Making her foot heavy on the gas, not taking the turn in consideration, she crashes into a wall,  making her head jolt to the steering wheel, glancing over the shattered windscreen, at two men with weapons, running towards her, she looses consciousness.

Chapter Two Here 🐞

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Hunted

for Angstpril, Day 17: Running Away

cw: suicide attempt, adult language, electrocution

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He didn't know what he'd expected to happen when he finally ran.

Maybe the cops would hunt for him, maybe his name and picture would flash on the news, tell the city he was alive and an outlaw and needed to be taken down. But broadcasting his status as an at-large Redlined would be a death sentence, and Uriah didn't want Alexei dead. He wanted him punished.

And Lex couldn't let that happen.

He'd known what was coming, as soon as Uriah dropped the file in front of him. Something in the CEO's smile, his step. He'd known he was about to be tested, that Fox thought his hold was tight enough to make Lex do anything he wanted. His suspicions were confirmed as he scanned the targets' datapage.

Anita and Devon Rackam. Fifteen. Thirteen.

"They're children."

"They're thieves. Murderers."

"I don't hurt kids."

"You don't have a choice."

Lex had hung his head, but he'd already made his decision. Fox gave him coordinates, and he acted cowed and compliant all the way to his destination.

Then he struck. He jumped his handler, seized the remote before his collar could be activated, and he ran.

It was stupid, he knew, thinking he could actually get away. Uriah had money. Contacts. Resources. The signal for his fucking collar.

"I'm going to give you one chance to turn back, Alexei," Fox's voice sounded in his ear, low and threatening. "Or I'll do worse than send you back to the Tower."

(Cower, flower, sour.)

Lex didn't grace him with a response. Between the collar and the cybernetics, Fox could track him anywhere in the city. His only hope was to run fast enough. Far enough. Get to a place where Uriah would have no power, if such a place existed.

Spyglass's voice echoed in his head, unwelcome as the whine of a mosquito.

"Our offer still stands, you know."

No. Fuck, no. He'd go faster alone, and besides, he wasn't about to bring Uriah's hounds down on the rogues.

"It seems you've made your choice," Uriah said, after a long silence, and Lex heard, rather than felt, his arms power down, a faint buzz that had become background noise suddenly absent. Dead metal swung stiffly, now only serving to weigh him down as he ran.

Shit.

He could still get away. He could still get away. 

"Have you heard of Project Bullfrog, Alexei?" Uriah queried. Lex ignored him.

(Cog, dog, fog, hog.)

Eyes were on him as he darted through the city, taking erratic turns, launching himself through alleyways as he made his way toward the edge of town. Were the people who stared confused bystanders? Or more of Fox's cronies?

"That's where we send the lost causes. All the way to the bottom of the Tower. That's where people really disappear."

(Smear. Clear.) Lex tried to choke back his growing nausea, ignore the icy feeling in his chest that wouldn't go away.

Every sudden movement was an enemy ready to strike, every passing vehicle seemingly out to get him. And who was to say he was wrong?

"That's where you're going when we catch you. It'll make your stay in the Tower look like a fucking pleasure cruise."

"Do you ever shut up?" Lex snapped. He didn't have time for threats, he didn't have time to acknowledge the building dread.

He swore there were people following him, hiding in the sea of the crowd. Carefully closing the distance between them, hoping to snap the jaws of the trap shut without alerting any civilians. He tried to outrun the shadows, but their numbers only seemed to grow.

(Blow, flow, low, mow.)

He dodged into an alley, crouching beside a dumpster to catch his breath, just for a second. He couldn't hide when Uriah could track him. He couldn't run when enemies were everywhere. And he couldn't go back in the dark.

But he was rapidly being backed into a corner. He'd fight off the ones who got to him first, but he couldn't beat them all.

I can't go back. I'd rather die than go back. I'd rather…

Lex took a shaky breath, forcing himself to stand. He was on the north side of the city, near the river. Near the bridge.

He pushed off again, aware of the footsteps following him, no longer caring. He could see the bridge in the distance. Not too far. He could make it.

Sick of being locked away, sick of being a pawn, sick of having no choice. Well every choice he'd made today was his. Lex wouldn't go back. He'd go down on his own terms.

When he reached the bridge, there were too many people on the footpath; Uriah's men, closing in. He kept running, and their faces blurred as he passed.

Climbing onto the waist-high wall with his arms as dead weight was a pain in the ass, but he managed. Just as he'd suspected, several of the pedestrians walking near him broke out into a run as soon as they saw him step onto the ledge.

"Stop!"

Fuck no. As they all came crashing in, he glanced over his shoulder at the smooth dark blue of the water below. He wondered if it'd be cold. If he'd even care about that after hitting the surface, losing his breath, sinking.

"What do you think you're doing?" Uriah's voice hissed in his ear, and Lex shrugged, though he doubted the man could see it.

"Dying first."

He saw someone in the crowd pull a familiar remote from a jacket pocket, felt the electricity arc through his body, but it didn't matter.

He was already free-falling towards the river.

What a fitting way to put out a fire.

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Sins & Amends Chapter 44

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/ Warnings: A new life comes into your crazy little family

You decided to take a couple days off after finding out and just told Chief Michelson you were sick. In truth you just needed time to adjust.

After Frank's harsh initial reaction he'd switched into more of a protector/ planner mode. You didn't even know the sex of the baby yet and the man was making lists for what furniture you'd need and telling you it was about time you got a car.

You sat next to Karen, both of you wearing a smile as the two of you watched Frank and Curtis measure out your spare bedroom to decide where a crib could go. 

"Frank! I mean I'm pretty sure it's got somewhere to sleep for a while" Karen teased running a hand over your stomach. He raised an eyebrow at her "Very funny. I'm not saying we need to buy it now but Y/N you remember how insane it was bringing Lisa how from the hospital" 

You nodded and felt a flicker of hope at the simple fact that he was actually talking about one of the kids unprompted. "I remember Frank but Karen does have a point. We'll get everything ready in time hell I still have people that don't know"

He glanced up from his fourth cup of coffee and grinned "If you mean David and Sarah, I already called them" "Frank!" Karen scolded but you couldn't find it in yourself to be mad. Frank was smiling, that's what was important. 

"Oh shit!" You said suddenly and everyone turned to look at you. "I gotta tell Alice!" 

"Are you still going to be working on the rig?" Frank asked as you stood to hunt your cellphone. You shrugged "Protocol says I have a choice to either go on dispatch duty till the baby's born or stay on rig. Guess it all depends what the obgyn says after my first appointment"

You hit Alice's number and walked into your kitchen, trying to block out the conversation in your living room but catching enough to know Frank and Curtis was planning to meet with Matt and Dinah to officially accept the offer she'd laid out.

The phone rang twice before Alice answered "About time! Chief called to say Jessie will be partnered with me tor the next couple days, meanwhile I'm freaking out thinking something is wrong with you" you chuckled nervously "Well um the doctor did find something out"

"What?" She nearly screamed and you could hear Kenzie in the background so you said "Put me on speaker so I can tell you both" "Ok" you heard her click it over so you took a breath then said "Turns out I'm pregnant"

"Oh my god!" Was all Kenzie said. Alice on the other hand cracked up laughing "Well it'll be a good looking kid. Helluva attitude but good looking" "Geez thanks Alice" you replied but was relieved that now everyone close to you knew. Her voice got serious then she said "We're here for you no matter what"

Chief let you stay on rig until you were a week shy of the halfway point. He then informed you Alice would keep Jessie as a temp partner until you could come back and that you'd be working dispatch.

Frank took the deal from Homeland, Curtis and David took the job offer so that meant Frank was officially back from the dead. He said it was because he wanted to make sure he could be there for Karen, you and the baby no matter what.

The most comical thing that you found about being pregnant was the stares you'd get from the bodega owner when you'd come waddling in behind none other than the punisher in the middle of the night because a craving hit so Frank had come over to take you to the store. You'd teased more than once "I think I'm hurting your reputation Frank" he'd shrugged and patted your stomach "That's my niece or nephew so it's worth it"

The day you went for the gender reveal ultrasound Karen went with you. You laid back on the bed and reached for her hand. She squeezed yours gently as the tech started moving the wand around "Well mama, we got fingers, toes and oh look at that" you and Karen glanced at the screen so she circled one area "You got a little girl on the way"

Karen practically squealed "Frank was hoping it was a girl too" she admitted after a moment. You simply laughed and shook your head.

A few weeks later Karen, Sarah,and Leo took you out for the day while Frank, Curtis , David and Zach went about turning your spare bedroom into a nursery "one that can move up with her in size" Frank had added at your look.

You counted yourself as unbelievably lucky. Yeah Billy wasn't able to be with you and would probably never even meet his daughter but you and her both had an entire village behind you. Your daughter's family consisted from vigilantes to reporters to ex NSA analyst and damn near everything in between.

The closer you got to your due date the less amount of time you got to spend alone. Someone was always with you. You couldn't blame them even Frank backed down when Karen gave marching orders.

You had gotten Alice and Kenzie to come over to help you frame photos for the family wall you'd added to the baby's room. "This is a good photo of you and Maria" Alice smiled looking at the photo. Maria was practically hanging off your neck and was mid laugh. It was one of the times Frank and Billy had come back unexpectedly early and she had been deliriously happy that Frank wouldn't miss Christmas that year.

"Yeah it is. God I miss her" you answered with a small smile then reached for another stack of pictures "I want to make sure the baby has everyone I consider her family represented. That's why I asked for a shot of you two. Me and Alice have been partners for so many years. Seems only fair" 

It took the three of you a couple hours to frame all the photos you wanted up and to arrange them around the room so they didn't look too cluttered. 

You stepped back to look at the finished product and smiled. You, Billy, Frank, Karen, Curtis and Maria and the kids were represented the most then there was some of the Liebermans, Matt and Foggy then Alice and Kenzie. "I can say one thing. This kid has one hell of a family waiting to meet her" Alice teased throwing an arm over your shoulders.

A knock from the door drew all of your attention so you checked the time "That would be Frank and Karen" Kenzie glanced at your belly for permission so when you nodded she laid on hand on it then leaned down to talk to the baby "Bye little bit. Maybe your mommy will pick a name before you're born so you won't just be listed as babygirl Y/L/N-Russo"

"It's just gonna be babygirl Russo. I have a lot more issues with my last name than his" you admitted so she shrugged then changed it to "Well then little bit hopefully mommy picks a name so you're not just babygirl Russo"

You swatted playfully at her "Alice get your wife"  Alice kissed your cheek then grabbed Kenzie's hand "C'mon baby. We don't provoke the pregnant lady" 

The day you hit thirty nine weeks you had decided to go to the bulletin to have lunch with Karen. You were walking up the steps and heard Ellison "Need a hand?" You looked up to see he was offering his arm so you gladly took it. "Thank you!" He nodded and walked with you inside.

You hadn't even made it to Karen's office when a pain hit severe enough to double you up. "Y/N?" When you didn't reply he looked at the nearest person "GET PAGE NOW!" 

Karen came running around the corner about the time another pain hit you and you felt liquid run down your leg. You looked down to see you were now standing in a puddle of water "Oh fuck Karen this is it" you managed to get out but she was already pulling a chair under you and calling an ambulance with Ellison's phone while she called Frank with hers.

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Alice and Jessie happened to be on the ambulance that responded. She sat in the back monitoring your contractions on the way "See? Little bit wanted auntie Alice even if I was at work!" She teased making a pained laugh escape you "She could've asked to call you!"

By the time you got to the hospital the waiting room looked like a frickin circus. Matt, Foggy and Marci were there fresh from court from the looks of it. Frank and Curtis were there with Dinah and Sam in tow who had apparently drove them. Curtis was on the phone with David trying to convince him he didn't have to come yet.

When they spotted you and Karen all eyes turned towards you as your obgyn Dr Lynnette Erickson came out the double doors and took in just how many were there with you. "Miss Y/L/N only two can accompany you into delivery" you grabbed Karen's hand then glanced at Frank "What you say Frankie?" He nodded and quickly got to the other side of the bed as they pushed you away.

Dinah and Sam were telling Curtis  they'd call to check in and Alice hollered she'd come after shift.  That was the last you heard out the waiting room.

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Frank stepped into the hall while Karen helped you change into a gown then he came back in and stood at the head of the bed watching the doctor and nurses mill around with his patent Punisher glare in full swing. "Easy Frank. They're here to help me" you reminded him with a pained smile and he nodded "Yeah they better"

An hour later Frank was sitting in the bed behind you supporting your body against his own while Karen helped you through the breathing. "One more push and she'll be out mama" Dr Erickson said and Frank leaned up to whisper in your ear "Come on sweetheart. You got this. You're more badass than any marine I've ever met. One more push. You can do it"

Frank helped you sit up further and Karen moved down to help hold your legs as you gave one final hard push and was rewarded with a shrill cry filling the room. After a moment one of the nurses handed you a tiny pink bundle. "Congratulations. What's her name?" 

You glanced between Karen and Frank who were standing at your side in awe of their niece "I was thinking Addison Elizabeth Russo" Frank's eyes teared up a bit when he heard the middle name but he nodded "Maria would've loved that" the nurse smiled and said "I'll write it in her chart. Do you want me to tell everyone waiting?" 

Frank shook his head "Give us three a few minutes then I'll go collect the nutjobs one at a time" the nurse laughed and said "Well congrats. I can tell already Addison is a very loved little girl" "That she is" Karen agreed with tears in her eyes.

Addison or Adi as you planned to call her was beautiful. She had your nose but Billy's dark eyes and mouth. God she was going to look just like him. You'd never felt more whole than staring at her.

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Once you were moved into a regular room Frank headed out to deliver news and to bring a couple people back at a time to meet the newest member of your little family.

"I wish Billy could've been here" you confessed and Karen kissed your forehead "I know you do. I promise you won't be alone in any of this" you smiled at her as Adi cooed slightly in your arms.

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Despite the fact that you were exhausted and wanted to sleep it was a comical experience seeing everyone meet her.

Curtis was a pro at holding babies. She curled right up to him and nearly fell asleep "She knows who's gonna be her favorite uncle" he'd teased with a wink towards you when Frank shot him a look. 

Foggy was nervous and let Karen direct him how to hold her but looked so cute smiling down at her. You realized Matt was standing back so you said "Get up in here Matt. Come meet her" he sat on the edge of the bed so you laid her in his arms. He gently ran his fingertip across her face "She's beautiful Y/N"

The Liebermans were a family unit and it showed. Sarah held Adi while David, Leo and Zach met her. "She's so little!" Leo whispered and you grinned "By the time she's up a size you'll be needing a baby sitting job right Leo?"

Alice and Kenzie barely made it under the wire before visiting hours ended. Alice just sat there smiling at her "You did amazing Y/N! She is gorgeous!" 

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Once everyone else had left you thought you'd be alone overnight but Frank pulled out the cot in the corner of the room. "What are you doing?" You asked and he glanced over his shoulder at Karen and smirked  "I'm staying kid. You were there for Maria when she had newborns. I'm gonna be here for you. Me and Karen already set up a schedule so you always have help. Sarah has offered to watch her when you go back to work and for any overnight shifts we bought a portable crib for our place"

You felt yourself tearing up again and didn't know if it was hormones or what. "Thank you both" he shrugged "We stick together sweetheart. Kind of what we do"

You took a deep breath then said "That does lead into my next question" they exchanged a look then Karen said "What is it?" You looked at Adi sleeping peacefully then at Frank then at Karen. "Will you two be her godparents?" 

"Really?" Karen asked with a broad smile. When you nodded she pulled you into a hug then Frank hugged you both "This a yes?" You asked after a moment and Frank groaned "Christ, yes Y/N we'd love to be her godparents"

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[eleanorfenyxwrites]

SOLDER POET KING 👀 if you want to talk about it. Idk if you want specific questions or anything. How's it going.

But also. If you want multiple. My eyebrows went up so fast they tried to escape my face when I read "Nielan Brokeback Mountain AU"

Hi Woob!

I would LOVE to talk about Soldier, Poet, King and the Brokeback Mountain AU!!

SPK first:

It's going surprisingly well considering how long it's been since I posted 😂! I've been working verrrry slowly on the next chapter - for most of that time I've had a very vague, general idea of how I want the story to go from here but fairly early on I hit a stumbling block with the specifics of actually getting it to go there. But I've very recently figured it out!! Shower thoughts to the rescue!! So now that I have the concrete idea I just need to write it, which as we all know is also at least half the battle. That being said, there's just shy of 5k words of the next chapter written already, and I'll probably end up doing at least another few thousand before the chapter's done and ready to post. And also, while I'm not going to actually commit to a chapter count because I still don't actually know for sure exactly how much story we have left before the end, I would like to get it done in under 20, which would mean at most 6 more chapters (or 5 that are currently not written at all)? And honestly it'll probably be fewer than that considering how much I try to cram in each chapter and how close we actually are to the climax of everything I wanted to do with this story.

And now the Brokeback Mountain AU, my beloved! Ugh I (mentally) fucking roll around in this fic like a pig in mud so often it's a little embarrassing, but actually sitting down to plot/write it? I keep ending up writing the OPCU instead for the Cowboy Vibes since they're much less depressing (which is why the OPCU exists in the first place) 😅

In case you've missed the few bits I've shared for it before, I've tentatively titled it 'I Wish I Could Quit You', which I've realized since doing is a quote I've slightly misremembered, so I might end up changing it to the actual quote - or I might just leave it! I like the way it flows as it is.

I haven't posted anything new for the AU in a while so I hope you'll accept this very short little bit of brainstorming I had in my notes app a while back about who Nie Mingjue (he's Ennis Del Mar in this AU) would marry and why:

"Nie Mingjue is already engaged to Wen Qing when he meets Xichen. They met as children thanks to their parents and they've kept in contact, bonding a little over the shared experience of being orphans raising their brothers. They're both too practical and busy to wonder if their mutual respect is affection or not so they've gotten themselves engaged recently, and by the time they marry that autumn he comes down off the mountain, they have (separately) talked themselves into thinking it's romantic love."

And as a thank you gift for asking, some brand new thoughts (well I've thought them before but haven't written them until now) about how I think their arc will continue!

I think Wen Qing sees Nie Mingjue's loneliness and anger, knows exactly where a lot of it comes from (though of course not all of it), but she still doesn't really know how to help. She's good at fixing him up when he comes home with the occasional injury from working such hard jobs, she's good at rubbing the tension out of his aching muscles at the ends of long, gruelling days, but something in her doesn't know how to be emotionally vulnerable enough to let him be vulnerable in return. They don't talk about his feelings, or hers. They have two daughters, and it doesn't do anything to fix either of their issues, it only makes them worse. By the time Xichen comes to visit and she sees her husband kissing this old 'buddy' of his with a desperate passion he's never once had for her, she's almost relieved, under all the hurt and disgust and anger. She stays with him because she doesn't know what else to do, but she knows him now and it taints everything, it makes her feel stupid and foolish and useless and her pride just won't allow this to go on for much longer. They fight more and more and more, and she finally leaves him when she can force herself to face the fact that it'll just have to be her and their girls against the world, and maybe that'll be better than being trapped in a tiny apartment with this enormous man who loves in a way she can't understand. Whatever this is, she can't fix it - she never could. As much as it hurts, and as furious as his issue makes her every time he lies to her to keep fucking his 'friend', she accepts the inevitable and files for divorce without telling him what she knows. Nie Mingjue never misses a single child support payment or his turn to take one or both of the girls, even when she knows he's broke or busy with his seasonal work.

[silverynight]

The roommate

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Part VI

Izuku decides to stay away from Twitter, it always ends up overwhelming him and now it's worse because he's the one being talked about. Although he knows it's not actually about him, but Bakugo this time. He's the famous one after all.

His co-workers don't help that much because Izuku can tell they're constantly checking on their phones and then looking at him with curiosity.

He's not sure why they think he slept with Bakugo, well... He did, but not like that; they just watched a movie together and Izuku slept next to him afterwards.

It reminded him of when they were little, before everything changed. In fact, Izuku is really happy to have his friend back...

"Midoriya! Your boyfriend is here!" A woman giggles, looking right at the workshop's entrance.

"Shut up! Can't you see his face? He's hurt!" Another one scolds her.

Even though Izuku is not sure whom they're talking about (he doesn't have a boyfriend) he turns his head around really fast at the mention of the word "hurt" then he moves away from his desk as quickly as possible when he sees that's actually Todoroki.

"Are you alright, Shoto?" He's in front of the pro hero in less than a second and although he doesn't see any visible wounds, he knows something's wrong because his friend really looks like he's in pain.

The hero doesn't speak right away, which only worries Izuku even more, it prompts him to get closer and put a hand on Todoroki's cheek. In response, the pro hero closes his eyes and leans right into the touch.

"Can we talk outside?"

Izuku looks at Hatsume who makes a quick gesture with her hand like she's giving him permission without even looking away from her creations.

"Yes, of course..." Izuku nods, ignoring the others' intense stares, he closes the door behind them after they get out. "Wait. You came here right after your patrol? You should be at the apartment, resting!"

Todoroki shakes his head, mismatched eyes darkening a little, like they're in pain.

"I need to ask you something first..."

"What is it?" Izuku mumbles, feeling worried and confused at the same time.

"Yesterday..." He begins, looking at the floor instead of meeting Izuku's eyes. "I mean... Are you dating Bakugo?"

"What? No, we're friends... We've already talked about this!"

"I know, I know, Izuku... I'm sorry, I know it's none of my business, but I couldn't help but wonder... Because I checked Twitter today and–"

"I watched a movie with Kacchan and since it was late he let me stay with him," the green haired man cuts him off, feeling a little bit irritated. That tweet is getting out of proportion... "You shouldn't believe everything you read there. Well... At least you came here to ask me personally. Besides, we're friends! I'd tell you if I was dating someone!"

Instead of feeling better, Todoroki grimaces, confusing Izuku even more.

"Izuku..."

"What is it?"

"I'm in love with you," the pro hero blurts out before pulling Izuku into his arms and pressing their foreheads together.

"What?" Izuku's face is burning now, he blinks a couple of times as if that can help him focus on what his friend just told him.

"I'm in love with you," Todoroki mumbles again, cheeks turning slightly pink. "I'd like you to give me a chance. Let me take you on a couple of dates."

He likes Todoroki as a friend, however, he finds him attractive too... Izuku is not sure if he's in love or not because he's never thought about his feelings for his friend. Besides, even if they're both in love, nothing can assure him it'll work. And if it doesn't... Does that mean he'll lose Todoroki as a friend?

Izuku doesn't want that. Although if he realizes he also feels the same, he'd like to try...

The situation is really confusing.

"Can I think about it?" He's glad he doesn't stammer, even though he's really flustered.

"Of course," Todoroki nods, taking a step back. "And even if... you don't feel the same and don't want to give me a chance, we'll still be friends, alright? Nothing will change between us."

Izuku doesn't realize how tense he is, until he feels the relief spreading all over him.

"Thank you, I'll see you at home," he mumbles, still nervous. "Try to rest a little, okay?"

"Can I... give you a kiss on the cheek?" Todoroki whispers, although it's loud enough for Izuku to hear. He's looking at the floor though and the green haired man swears there's a little bit of smoke coming from the left side of his head.

"Sure!"

The pro hero leans closer before gently pressing his lips against Izuku's pink cheek. It's a quick peck, that lasts one second and yet it makes Izuku giggle.

"I'll see you at home, Izuku."

***

"Listen, Blasty... You need to ask the cutie out soon," Ashido says as soon as Uraraka and Iida leave the restaurant. "Before Todoroki does."

Eijiro tries not to chuckle as he watches his friend scowl at the mention of Todoroki; he knows Bakugo and him are not as hostile to each other as when they were teenagers and perhaps they might consider each other friends... But that doesn't stop the blond from being jealous of him.

He also knows that Bakugo doesn't want to purposely hurt Todoroki... It's just...

"That'll break Todoroki's heart," Kaminari says without thinking, prompting Ashido to roll her eyes at him. Eijiro doesn't blame her.

For a moment, Bakugo looks vulnerable.

"I know... But I love Izuku so much..." Again, his voice is filled with emotion, it's like his entire being is shaking with it. Eijiro had never seen him like that before. "I have to try..."

They all know it's inevitable, one of their friends will get their heart broken or maybe both in the worst case scenario, if Midoriya doesn't like any of them like that.

Ashido puts a hand on the blond's shoulder and he doesn't even try to push her away.

"It's okay. We're here for you."

***

It's only when he's on his way home that he decides to think about it...

Todoroki is really attractive, maybe a little bit too much, he's also famous, which is why Izuku wonders why someone like him would want to date a quirkless, plain man like Izuku.

It doesn't make sense. What if they start dating and Todoroki realizes he can date a pro hero like him? Or maybe a famous person? Someone as handsome as himself?

That's a possibility...

"Izuku..."

He gets startled and almost falls to the ground because of how quickly his body stopped moving. However, the pro hero in front of him grabs him by the waist just in time.

Grateful, Izuku immediately grins as he looks up at Bakugo.

"Hi! What are you doing here?"

The pro hero starts stroking the back of his neck as his cheeks turn slightly pink.

"I was wondering if you'd like a... coffee?"

"Sure!" Izuku agrees immediately, he definitely needs more time to think before he gets back to the apartment.

Maybe he can ask Bakugo about his situation, to see what's his opinion on the matter.

***

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