#i was on the fence about calling in sick today

[beansnpeets]

Doing a little bit of work from home. Puter is delighted that I haven't gone to work today and is curled up in my lap. I feel absolutely horrible. Prompted me to call the gyno I had a referral sent to in January. The receptionist told me that they will be booking me soon and I haven't been forgotten about, so that's good. She was also going to make a note that I had called to inquire. Hopefully that speeds things up even. I'd like this uterus out-erus, thanks.

[queenimmadolla]

Could you do a blurb where reader rolls a joint for Eddie for the first time with all her cute papers and stuff and he loves it?

Happy Stoner Christmas!

happy 4/20! 😶‍🌫️💚

“Well, if it isn’t for my favorite customer.”

  You hear him before you see him, and sit up straighter as you look up, torso twisting around to face Eddie.

  He’s walking through the tree line that acts as the ‘fence’ to your backyard. Not exactly born into wealth, your home is on the edge of Hawkins and lacks the white picket fence and concrete driveway, with nature and gravel filling in. Just down the street is Jonathan Byers’ home. 

  Confidence radiates off of Eddie as he approaches the picnic bench you were waiting on, his curls sway a little. He’s rocking a band shirt today—long sleeves rolled up his forearms—and some dark jeans. You try not to squirm under his stare, the wild grin on his face stirring something in your tummy.

  You knew you’d end up crushing on him after the first time you went to him for weed instead of Rick. He was cute. 

  Eddie was so freaking cute and charming and funny. You probably would have been fine if he had just been cute and charming, but the humorous trait was your weakness. You loved funny guys.

  Sure enough, by the fourth time he dealt to you—his tongue was in your mouth. And the fifth time, you’d gone to third base. Now, whatever happened when he came around just happened. You accepted it, even if it makes you a little nervous because you know very well you’re interested in more than just the benefits that come with your encounters. 

  You want him. Like, boyfriend him. It’s kind of tragic, actually, because you don’t even know if you’re the only one of his clientele he treats this way. Eddie can be fucking the rest of them for all you know and it drives you insane because you want to ask—you’re just too chicken shit.

  “You say that as if this wasn’t prearranged.” You laugh out and Eddie snorts, dumping his black lunch pail on the leaf riddled bench top next to your scooby-doo lunch box with a metal clang.

  “I’m trying to be cute and you’re ruining it.” When you laugh again, Eddie’s eyes squint in triumph, “And I’ll have you know I have been waiting—no, yearning for you to call upon me. Moved my bed over to the phone and everything. Thought you forgot allllllll about me.”

  “Me forget about you? Impossible.” You declare in a joking manner, though you truly mean the sentiment. Your mental health might be better if you could forget him. Then you wouldn’t be able to make yourself sick over the idea of him kissing other people.

  “You better mean that.” He jabs an accusatory finger, silver ring glinting, in your direction as he settles in across from you, “The usual, my sweet?”

  UGH! SEE?! Too damn cute.

  “Please?” You’re too busy opening up your own lunch box full of supplies to notice the heated look he fixes you with right then.

  Eddie clears his throat, tongue darting out to swipe over his lower lip as he pops the lid of his lunch pail open, pulling out a little baggie with your favorite strain of buds. He eyes it with a glint in his eye before it’s held out to you, dangling from his fingertips. 

  You look up once you realize it’s being offered, and pinch the top of the baggie as your other hand holds out the folded bills. Eddie flicks them out of your loose grip, and it goes flying to land in your lap while you jump in surprise.

  “My bad,” he snickers, his pretty teeth gleaming, “it’s on the house.”

  You pick up exactly where he wants you to, “In that case, please accept my offer to smoke you out with my newly acquired goods.”

  That feeling in your belly—butterflies—intensifies at the slow and large smile that spreads on his face, forcing his little dimple to make an appearance.

  It always goes like this now. 

  Eddie comes over (or you go to him), weed is exchanged and when you try to pay him for it, he refuses. Then, you invite him to smoke weed with you (and he’ll always pull from the extra inventory he carries around—never from what he’s just given you), the two of you get high and you finally feel brave enough to make a move because you know he always waits for you to do it. Gives you the power to start things, your own comfort, though he takes full control once you get going. He’s always so keen on taking care of you. You’d once thought that maybe he didn’t want you as much as you wanted him, since it was always you initiating things, but the way he’d beg for you, ramble about how much he wanted you, how desperate he was for you and his ‘finally, I thought I was gonna die’s on just your kisses alone, soothed that insecurity. 

  “I’d be delighted to! But─”

  “Nope.” You interrupt, having seen his hand reaching into his pail. “My weed—not yours.”

  He raises his eyebrows in surprise and when you don’t back down, both of his hands are lifted in surrender before one is extended to you out on the bench, palm up. Eddie’s waiting for you to give him your grinder and the weed so he can start rolling but you low five his palm instead and he chuckles, skin tingling from the contact.

  “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

  “I know, but I’m also rolling today, too.”

  Eddie scoffs and smirks, fixing you with that heated stare again and you quickly divert your gaze, pulling out your pretty purple grinder and getting to work. You are not gonna let him make you nervous and fumble around, “Baby…”

  Oh, god. The way he coos it out, nice and low—you’re instantly taken back to other times you’d heard him say it like that. You’d been bent into all kinds of positions as it was rasped into your ear, the sweat from both of your bodies plastering Eddie to you. Your hand twists the top of the grinder on autopilot as you stare at nothing, gaze vacant.

  Eddie knows exactly where your mind has taken you and his smirk widens.

  “You can’t roll for shit.”

  That snaps you out of your stupor, mouth dropping.

  “I can, too! You’ve never seen me put in the work.”

  “I have, that’s why I roll.”

  And you cringe as you recall the first time you’d try to roll a joint. It had been the second time Eddie sold to you, having only used pre-rolled cones prior. Those only meant you had to pack the wrap in with weed, kind of like a funnel and then twist the end closed before partaking.

  Rolling from start to finish was a whole other endeavor and you’d failed so badly, Eddie had rolled around on the floor laughing. You didn’t take any offense, too busy jumping up and down inside at having made the cute, charming funny guy you liked laugh.

  “I’ve been practicing,” You pout, placing the grinder down after you’re sure the nug of the bud you’d placed in it was now almost powder-like.

  “You tryna impress me, hm?” He hums out, and you refuse to look up, knowing those pretty brown eyes of his are gonna be lidded and it’ll do you in early. You’ll have to jump him right there, “Been practicing to show me what you can do?”

  You ignore him, focusing instead on the rolling papers you had. 

  Eddie places his chin in his hand, watching you intently as you frown in concentration before it breaks when you select a rolling paper, cherries decorating the white sheets. You pull your small rolling tray out and some part of Eddie throbs. You hadn’t had that before.

  You quickly scrunch a filter together, folding the rolling paper and placing the filter at the edge of the fold before you unscrew the grinder and begin pinching the green within to sprinkle on the paper. Once it was full, and Eddie notices with wide eyes that you’ve packed it with a significant amount, you use dexterous fingers to carefully roll it together, tongue poking out as you take diligent care to ensure no fall out. Once the green flower is properly contained, you lick the free edge and fold it over the rest of the joint before you pinch and twist the end.

  After a few moments of intense scrutiny, you hold it out victoriously, “Taduh!!! For you.”

  Eddie takes the joint, turning it this way and that as he marvels. You really had been practicing, it was beautiful. He feels an intense amount of pride bloom in his chest and something else. Always for you, only ever for you.

  “Did I do good?” You ask, voice shy as you bite your lip and this time you don’t look away when that heavy stare focuses on you. You wanna faint, but you don’t. He doesn’t say anything for a while and you know where tonight is gonna lead. 

  “Baby,” There’s that rasp again that makes you want to drop dead and smash your mouth to his at the same time, “I’m gonna need you to come over here now. Don’t think I can wait.”

[moonlightdawn1102]

'You Had Me At Hello'

Pairings: Single Mom Reader x Mob Boss Bucky Barnes, Slight Reader x OMC

Word Count: 2516

Warnings: Verbal Abuse, Slight Physical Abuse

Being a single mom wasn’t something you’d ever envisioned for yourself. You’d always thought that you’d be the type of woman to have the whole white picket fence lifestyle with a husband that loved you deeply. That didn’t happen though and instead you ended up dating some jerk of a businessman for three years until he left you at eight months pregnant for his secretary.

You should have seen it coming considering how pretentious and conceited he was, but you were a fool in love who held out hope that he’d change for the better. You thought the pregnancy would help the two of you become closer again, but it did the complete opposite.

In the long run, you supposed that walking in on Tommy fucking his secretary was a blessing in disguise. At the time you’d been heartbroken but now you were glad to no longer have him in your life despite the hardships you’d faced. You’d been able to get emergency housing due to the fact you were eight months pregnant when he kicked you out, but it hadn’t been easy and money was hard to come by, you'd done whatever you could just to scrape enough money together to get all of the necessities for your baby before they arrived.

When your daughter was born everything in your life changed, you’d never experienced a love like it before and you knew from that moment on that she would always be your number one priority. When Gracie turned one was when you officially went back to work, your neighbour helped out when she could with taking care of Gracie, but for the most part you’d have to take her with you. It wasn’t the best plan but you had no other choice, you needed the money and couldn’t leave Gracie alone.

That plan worked just fine until Gracie started attending preschool and your landlord decided to put your rent up by fifteen percent. After that you had to work two jobs just to make ends meet, ideally you would have worked three but you needed that time to spend with Gracie.

Today was one of those days where just about everything that could go wrong did. Firstly two people called in sick at the diner you worked at which meant that apart from the cook, you would be the only one working. Then Gracie’s preschool called and told you that you needed to pick her up because she’d bitten another student. By some miracle you’d managed to get a hold of your neighbour who picked Gracie up for you and dropped her off at the diner.

You hadn’t spoken to her about the incident at school yet because you were far too busy, but you planned on it once your shift finished. Currently, Gracie was sitting at the counter doing some colouring while you worked. If only that had been as stressful as your day would get, but apparently the universe hated you.

You walk over to the corner booth and smile brightly when you spot one of your regulars, James Barnes. He'd been coming to the diner for around four months now, he was always kind to you and always made sure to tip you generously. He tended to flirt with you, but it was never taken seriously on your part, you were sure that someone as handsome and as charming as James wouldn’t ever be interested in you. That didn’t mean you didn’t feel good when he’d make sweet remarks and flash that award winning smile at you. 

“Hey Sugar, you look beautiful today” he says with his signature smirk. You roll your eyes playfully and giggle gently, “James, I’ve been running around this place like a crazy woman. I couldn’t look less beautiful. Now would you like the usual?” you say with a smile. James leans back in his seat and looks you over, “Firstly, I’ve told you to call me Bucky. Secondly, you look as beautiful as ever. Thirdly, you shouldn’t have to run around this place to begin with, you should have someone to take care of you. But yeah, I’ll have my usual please” he says softly. You blush and nod your head, “I’ll bring it over in a minute” you say with a slight smile. 

Bucky always ordered the same thing which was a black coffee and a slice of pie. You grab the coffee pot and pour him a cup before placing a slice of lemon meringue pie on a plate. You turn around to walk back over to Bucky, but are stopped in your tracks at the man walking inside the diner. What the hell was Tommy doing here?

You hadn’t seen him since he’d kicked you out on the street. Your hands were shaking and you threw the cup and plate down on the counter, “Pumpkin, come here” you said quickly to your daughter. Gracie hopped down from the stool and came over to you, Tommy was walking this way and you felt like you were going to pass out. 

You picked Gracie up and held her on your hip, you couldn’t let her be a part of this especially considering the fact you’d told her that her father was in heaven. You look around for a way out before your eyes land on Bucky, you swallow thickly and walk over to him, “I..I’m really sorry to ask, but could you please just watch my daughter for a minute? I need to take care of something and I..” you begin to ramble.

Bucky shakes his head and gestures for you to put Gracie in the booth opposite him, “It’s no problem. I love kids and she seems like an angel” he says softly. You felt relief flood your system and you set Gracie down, “Be good Pumpkin. Stay here with Mr Bucky” you say before pressing a kiss to her head.

“Y/N, I want to speak to you. Is that her?” you hear Tommy call out from behind you. Taking a calming breath, you walk over and grab hold of him before pulling him out of the back entrance. “Who the hell do you think you are Tommy?! I haven’t seen you in over three years. You don’t just get to turn up and announce yourself to my daughter!” you exclaim.

Tommy scoffs slightly, “Our daughter, Y/N. I’ve spent two months tracking you down. I’m her father and I want to see her. You either let me see her, or I file for custody. Who do you think will win that court case? The struggling mother who can barely afford to clothe her or the father who has the capability to send her to the best school in the state?” 

“Y..You can’t do that. You can’t take her away from me. I won’t let you, Tommy” you say firmly. He laughs and takes a step closer to you, “Oh yeah? And how do you plan on stopping me? You’re still the pathetic little fool that you’ve always been. You were just an easy fuck, Y/N. That’s the only reason I put up with you for so long, but I’ll be damned if I let my daughter grow up to be like her mother” he says flatly.

You couldn’t handle his words of torment any longer and slapped him hard across the face, it was the only time since you’d met Tommy that you’d ever stuck up for yourself. It might not have been the brightest idea though, because the next second Tommy had his hand around your throat and had knocked your head against the wall. You groan out in pain and try to pull his hand away, “You stupid fucking bitch” he snarls out, he raised his fist to hit you but it never made contact.

Suddenly, he wasn’t anywhere near you and Bucky was standing in front of you. He lifted your chin with his fingers to check over your face before turning your head gently to check the cut on the back of your head from when it had hit the wall, “Hey Sugar, are you alright?” he said softly. You nod gently but wince at the pain in your head, “I don’t think you are. I’ll take you to the doctor, you’ve got quite a nasty cut” he says sympathetically.

Tommy stands back up from the ground where Bucky had thrown him, “Hey man, get the fuck out of here. My girl and I were just talking” he shouts. Anger flickered behind Bucky’s eyes at Tommy’s words, he turned around to stare Tommy down and you saw the fear that immediately consumed Tommy, it was almost as if he recognised Bucky. 

“M..Mr Barnes..I..I didn’t know it was you” he stutters out. Bucky laughs darkly, “So you know who I am? And what do I do for a living, correct?” he asks calmly. Tommy quickly nods his head and holds his hands up in defence, “Yes..Yes of course” he says, you’d never seen Tommy look afraid of anyone so why did he look like he was about to cry in front of James? Bucky hums gently, “Right, so do you want to explain to me why you put your hands on my girl?” he asks.

Your eyes flicker to Bucky in confusion, you weren’t his..Not that you hadn’t dreamt about it. Tommy glances at you, “Wait..Wait..You’re dating him? You let a man like that around our daughter but won’t let me speak to her? Do you even know who he is?” he spits out. You swallow thickly and fiddle with your fingers, “You kicked me out and left me for your secretary while I was eight months pregnant. You don’t get to dictate who I date or sleep with, and you definitely don’t get to tell me who I bring around MY daughter” you say firmly while taking a step forward to stand by Bucky’s side.

He looked proud of you and subtly reached for your hand squeezing it softly. Tommy looked like he was about to blow a gasket and scoffs loudly, “You know what, you’re not even worth it. You’ll come crawling back when he moves on to his next whore” he says before straightening his suit and making his way out of the alleyway.

You let out a sigh of relief and let go of Bucky’s hand but he just holds it tighter refusing to let you part ways, “What do you think you’re doing Sugar?” he asks. You blush and look up at him, “Well..I..erm..I figured that you were just putting on a show to get him to leave. I can take myself to the doctors, it’s no big deal” you say quietly. 

“Oh Sugar, I wasn’t putting on a show. I meant every word that I said. You’re my girl. You have been ever since I walked into this diner. I’ve just been waiting for you to realise it” he says with his usual charming smile. Your mouth drops open in shock at his words, “Wh..What? But I’m..I’m not..You could do so much better, I’m not the type of woman you want by your side. I mean, you’re..You know..From a certain societal class and I’m a single mother working two jobs” you say quietly.

Bucky laughs softly, “None of that matters to me, Sugar. I’ve been trying to do this at your pace, but clearly I wasn’t obvious enough. So, Y/N would you please let me take you out on a date?” he asks with a smile. You were about to answer when you heard crying, a tall blonde man walked out the back of the diner with Gracie in his arms. You felt your body freeze up at this strange man holding your crying daughter, you were about to lose it when he spoke whilst looking at Bucky.

“I’m sorry Buck, she won't stop crying” he says while bouncing Gracie up and down. You walk over and Gracie immediately calms down, you take her from the man and glance back at Bucky. He shakes his head with a smile, “Don’t worry about it. Y/N this is Steve, he’s my right hand man, but more importantly he’s like my brother” he says to you which allows you to relax.

At least Gracie hadn’t been left with some random man, “It’s nice to meet you Steve” you say softly. He nods his head with a polite smile, “It’s nice to finally meet you too. Buck hasn’t stopped talking about you for weeks” he says with a chuckle. You let out a laugh and smile brightly before remembering what Bucky had said, “Wait, you said that he’s your right hand man. What is it you do for work?” you ask curiously. Steve stares at Bucky and shakes his head, “You haven’t told her? Jesus Buck. You need to tell her, I’ll wait for you in the car” he says with a sigh. He gives you a friendly smile before walking back into the diner.

Bucky scratches the back of his head which makes you narrow your eyes in suspicion, “What is it? What do you do?” you ask firmly. He sighs softly, “I’m..erh..involved with some not so legal activities” he says vaguely. “What kind of illegal activities?” you ask. He looks at the ground before making eye contact with you, “I may or may not be a mob boss..” he says with a slight laugh.

You just stare at him in shock for a few minutes and try to process what he’d just told you. There was no way that this sweet and lovely man could be a mob boss, he was like a damn cupcake half the time and made you feel safer than anyone had in years. “I know it’s a lot to process and if you want me to leave and never come back then I’ll do it. But I just want you to know that I like you Y.N, I want you in every way imaginable and I want to take care of you. I want to be the man that you deserve. I want to be there for you and Gracie if you’ll let me” he says softly.

His words made any resolve you had left crumble into pieces, you decided that you didn’t care what he did for work as long as he treated you and Gracie in the way that he’d promised. You smile up at him before leaning up and pressing a deep kiss to his lips, “Eww mommy..” Gracie whines which makes you laugh and pull away from Bucky.

You look at him with a light in your eyes that hadn't been there since you were a child, “Well, I can speak confidently when I say that we want you. I just want to know if this is really what you want. Are you sure you want us?” you say softly. Bucky chuckles gently and shakes his head fondly, “Sugar, you had me at hello” 

[lovepookie]

₊˚ෆ Promise - p.gw

♡︎ sypnosis: star-football player park gunwook probably can’t play for the rest of the season due to an injury sustained on the field. but more than that, your boyfriend park gunwook is in pain—and you’ll hop fences, run past security, and go to the ends of the earth just to get to him; that’s a promise.

♡ genre: fluff, slight angst, sports fic, established relationship, boyfriend!gunwook, fem!reader

♡︎ 2.0k word count

♡︎ warnings: gunwook in pain, injury, reader crying, cursing, playful threats, pet names, please let me know if there are any you’d like me to add!

♡︎ nano note: it’s wookie’s b-day!!🥳 i decided to go ahead and post this au today because of the sporty themed b-day he has going on! enjoy! xoxo

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You let a blood-curdling scream out as your boyfriend was rolled off of the field on a gernie, obviously uncomfortable, his stupid gummy smile smiling through the pain.

“I-I’m- I’m fucking leaving!” You yelp over to your family and friends in the stands as you’re suddenly up and onto your feet, running over to a security gaurd to beg them to let you on the sidelines of the field.

“He’s- I’m!- Please I’m his girlfriend, he’s hurt!” You plead, on the verge of getting on your knees with your hands clasped together.

You just needed to know he was okay.

That’s it!

That was all!

You were going to worry yourself sick, the tightness in your chest mixed with the taste of blood in your mouth suddenly becoming all too much. It seems you’ve broke the skin on your lips in nervousness, and as soon as you swear things are t asking a turn for the worst, the security guard sighs and moves aside to let you onto the field.

Your eyes shoot open and you’re quick to yell a couple ‘thank you’s’ because oh my god, you could kiss the gaurd right now.

“Thank you so much! I’ll never forget this sir!” You shout as you run down the stairs. Once your shoes hit the grass you’re gone—seemingly just like the wide receivers on the field during a hot game day.

As soon as you get to the openings of the tunnel, more security gaurds are on standby, but they most definitely didn’t prepare for a woman out of her fucking mind to sprint at full speed and straight past them. They all shout and yell after you as you cut through random corners and corridors in hopes that they lead you to the injured love of your life.

Once getting past an area labeled ‘Infirmary’, you’re met with more security, and oh my god there he is.

He’s in pain, sweat dripping down the sides of his temples as he clenches his jaw shut, eyes closed.

“Miss, how did you get in here? You aren’t allowed in-“

And like a light switch, he’s opening his eyes to meet yours.

His jaw unclenches, and his lips are upturning in seconds.

“She’s with me,” He says, and if he wasn’t sprawled out on a hospital-grade inspection table, you’d think he’s in zero pain all of a sudden.

The security gaurds sigh and fidget for a second as they send each other conflicted looks, but they let you in anyway. Still, getting into trouble and facing the consequences of your actions for trespassing is the least of your worries at the moment.

Like clockwork, your eyes are on him and the smile he shoot’s you as you make your way closer. By this time, your eyes are pooling with tears as he scrunches his cute little nose in discomfort—but his smile never faulters.

“Tiny, why are you crying?” He says through a laugh, calling you by the infamous nickname he gave you. It didn’t matter if you were taller or smaller than him, he loved to coddle you.

You can’t help but smack him on the shoulder as you sit down next to him—much to the dismay of the sub-coach and therapists currently in the room.

This definitely gaurnered you a couple side eyes.

Still, his laughs continue as his dark fluffy hair bounces about, his gummy smile causes a warmness in your chest and alerts the caretakers that he was just fine.

“Why am I crying? Are you serious? Why am I crying?!” You repeat loudly, brows furrowed and very angry at how he wasn’t taking this seriously.

Still he laughs, gaze softening as he stares you down and leans over, beckoning you in for a kiss without saying a word. You lean down reluctantly, your lips connecting to the corner of his mouth quickly before you’re pulling away.

“Gunwook, I’m not playing with you. You better tell me your condition right now before I beat it out of you.” You threaten whilst pushing his bangs out of his eyes, your actions in complete contrast to your words.

He giggles again, leaning as best as he can to get another kiss, but only able to make it to your chin. You just stare blank-faced as you eye him and don’t help him out at all in his efforts to reach your lips again.

“Oh, you’re calling me by my name now? I swear I’m fine, it’s nothing-“ He reasons, stars in his dark eyes, clearly very amused at your current worked-up state and the hard front you’re putting up now despite it.

Without letting anymore bullshit fall from his lips, you turn to the physician therapist who you note flinches for just a second.

“Uh- His kneecap was dislocated, we just finished doing a repositioning before you arrived. With some elevation, ice and rest—maybe a bit of physical therapy…he should heal in about six weeks or so. As for getting back on the field, it could take longer.” He states, looking at his paperwork.

You shoot Gunwook a glare.

This was nothing?

A dislocated fucking kneecap?

“What? Tiny, I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt.” He says, adoration in his gaze.

You aren’t convinced.

The doctors in the room aren’t convinced.

“A dislocated knee? Wook I saw you right before you were made aware I was here. Stop being like that-“ You nag, feeling terrible that he feels he can’t suffer outwardly on an effort to stop you from worrying.

He just smiles a very playful smile.

“Mini…how did you get in here?” He says, giggling out another nickname.

Was he serious?

Was this why he was practically shooting you heart eyes? Now it was evident to you that he was day-dreaming about the amount of things you probably had to do in order to get to him.

Boy was whipped.

He was insane.

And you, frankly, were done.

With one swift movement you go to stand and walk out, but he’s quick to try and sit up, grasping at your figure. He doesn’t get anywhere near touching you however, because his quick movements and straining causes a wince to fly past his lips on impulse.

You’re quick to snap back to him, your pettiness no match for your baby in pain.

“Oh my god- Stop moving! Fine! I won’t leave, shit!” You say, coming right back to his side and holding his hand as his nose scrunches back up again.

He grapples onto your hand with his and the warmth from them puts him at ease through the pain. Gunwook allows himself a couple more grimace’s as he settles back down before he’s opening one eye to look at your worried state.

He lets out a pained chuckle again, his fingers now going to lace with yours.

“Hmm, your jokes about swiping my ankles and snatching my knee-caps are off the table now, huh?” He questions jokingly, looking at you again with those curved eyes, the prettiest one’s he could possibly muster whilst in pain.

You sigh but crack a smile at this, your other hand going to clasp at your intertwined hands and bringing them close to your chest as you lean forward on his table.

“No, it’s even more ironic now. Your kneecaps are forreal mine.” You joke back, finally letting a calm energy settle in now that your boyfriend is able to joke around even during the most intense pain.

He just chuckles with pursed lips, letting his eyes close against his high cheekbones that are raising whilst he tries to bite back a grin.

Gunwook was smitten.

Even in situations like this, he felt you were perfect for him.

Yes, he was upset that this probably meant he had a season ending injury with how his sub-coach walked out of the room with a pat to his purple-jersey-covered shoulder, but he was very touched to see you make so much effort to be by his side and be so worried for him.

“Tiny, how much do I owe you?” He asks through closed eyes.

You tilt your head in confusion.

“What?”

Gunwook smiles, finally opening his eyes and looking over at you.

“How much did you pay to get in here? Seriously, who did you pay off?” He jokes, his other hand going up to shield his gummy laugh.

You roll your eyes.

“It’s not funny! I was crying so hard they probably felt pity and decided to let me in finally! Damn! A girl can’t go see her injured boyfriend? You could’ve been on your death bed for all I know!” You exaggerated.

He continues to smile at you, whilst taking in each of your features. It was the kind of gaze that made you shy around him. Your relationship dynamic was more like best friends, but it was at times like these where he made you feel like a giddy school girl.

It was terrible.

“Wah~ You just love me so much, huh?” He asks as his thumb rubs over the top of yours.

You roll your eyes.

“Park Gunwook, you should see yourself right now. You were in so much pain but now look at you…in pain but all smiley…tsk tsk.” You tease back, and he glares at you through pink cheeks.

“Exactly.” You jokingly confirm as he glares.

You let a genuine smile raise to your face for the first time since he was carried off the field after that fateful football play.

He just stays silent as he watches you, then lets a grin grace his face again.

It was like it belonged there.

“You didn’t even make the touchdown.” You mutter, deciding to continue teasing him, knowing he could take it.

He feigns a facial expression of faux hurt, grasping at his heart as he gasps. “Wooow~ So that’s how it is?…wow, okay.” He says, shooting you an all-knowing look.

“That’s okay though, because you still scored.” You say, deciding to be witty.

He looks at you, lips pressed into a thin line and trying not to laugh.

“What? What’s the punch line? That I scored you?” He laughs, completely and utterly enamored and equally irritated with you.

You nod as you laugh out, feeling like the smoothest and funniest person in the world.

“I know, I know! I’m so funny, sexy, and cute!” You muse, flipping your hair back.

Gunwook just smiles at you in annoyance, but he’s quick to nod at your statement. “Yes,” He starts, “…I can confirm you are all of those things.”

And just like that, you’re blushing and sending him a side eye.

He always knew how to turn your jokes back in on yourself. He was always the smoothest in the room.

“Aye~ Don’t sweet talk, you’re not getting out of this. Who told you that you could get hurt?!” You nag, trying to avoid the subject.

And the conversation went on just like this.

When his teammates finished the game with a win and came over to check in on him, he held your hand the whole time. When they left, he continued to conversate with you by his side, and it took his mom coming in for you to realize hours had gone by.

“Alright, thank you for staying with him,” Your future mother-in-law states with a smile, “…we’ll send you the details of which hospital we end up going to.”

“Alright, thank you.” You say and send her a smile, then steal one last glance at Gunwook.

He too was smiling at you already, that loving gaze still on display. You roll your eyes and smile back, waving at him.

Before you could turn to leave, however, he’s waving you over for one last hug.

When you walk over and lean into his arms, he whispers into your hair just loud enough for you to hear; “Don’t worry Tiny, I’ll make sure you don’t have to pay anymore people off to get to me. I promise.”

He was so annoying, maybe irritating at best—and your heart swells.

In that moment, when your cheeks flush and your heart-rate picks up, you know his words hold purpose—they were particularly chosen and uttered with meaning.

“Funny, Wook. Don’t hurt too much without me.” You tease then kiss his forehead when you pull away; making him feel like the baby girl that he is.

Right in front of his mom.

You had no shame.

“I’ll see you later! Promise!” You shout out to him, walking backwards down the hall until you couldn’t see his flushed state anymore.

It seems even through pain and unforseeable circumstances you two would always find each other.

That much, was true.

It was a promise.

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Fuck it Friday ⚔️

Tagged by @jesuisici33 @tizniz 💜

Ive had some nice comments about Princess Lavana my OC in Good Knight Sweet Prince before and another one arrived today and it had me re reading the chapter and enjoying her all over again so in the hope that I can hook someone else into this AU here’s a bit of Lavana chatting to her boys. If I ever get round to the sequel her and Ravi will be playing a bigger part. (Same pic crew as before for pic)

Eddie continues “And I happen to know you have at least four knives on you, right now.”

Her eyes widen comically as she fights to keep her laughter contained “Who doesn’t?”

Eddie relaxes enough to chuckle himself, “Most people your highness, most people.” He does like Lavana, always has.

Her laugh is deep and draws a pair of blue and brown eyes to them, Eddie ignores the weight of the stares as she says “‘it’s six actually, you can never be too careful.”

“Six what?” Ravi asks as he sweeps his wife from the top of the fence and spins her in his arms, planting her back on the ground with a kiss. When she doesn’t answer he says, “Knives? Again my love? I thought that we agreed four was enough.”

“Phah!” The noise is inelegant but somehow suits the Princess whose standing in front of them, half Eddie’s size and probably twice as dangerous.

“Even six is insufficient, before I chained myself to you, my love” her eyes are warm despite the words, “ I would carry no less than ten.”

“And you are a master with them,” Ravi bows over her hand and kisses it. Eddie’s aware of Buck staring in open admiration at them right next to him. He doesn’t blame him for staring they are adorable and very attractive. Eddie really wishes he didn’t like the royal couple as much as he did, he wishes he could hate them for being so perfect and so happy and so able to have Buck if they wanted him.

“Ten knives?” Buck asks in a voice that blends shock and interest.

Princess Lavana cocks her head and looks more innocent than a person carrying multiple concealed weapons should be capable of, “Indeed, a very respectable number, hardly excessive.”

Buck looks unconvinced but amused while Ravi pulls his wife closer, his pride in her obvious, “My love is exceptional in so many ways your Highness.” Eddie looks away from Ravi’s handsome face smiling at Buck, unfortunately what he chooses to look at is Buck’s face smiling back just as fondly. He feels a little sick, as one prince says to the other.

“Please call me Buck. We’re friends now.”

The words send a bolt of tension down Eddie’s spine, wiping the smile he hadn’t been aware off from his face.

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—No Pure Blood

(Part 1)

Dark-Fiction Central ©️

Dark!Dad!Joel / Dark!Uncle!Tommy x Reader

Summery: You don’t want your dad to find out, so you let your uncle fuck you from behind.

⚠️ : Age-Gap (Joel is 53, Tommy 45, Reader 20), Rape, Dub-con, blackmailing, Dark!Joel, father/daughter relationship dynamics (everyone knows Reader to be Joel’s “adoptive daughter”), Reader calls Joel dad, confused Reader (Stockholm-Syndrom), father-figure Joel but messed up, manhandling, Daddy-issues, overprotective/obsessive Joel, manipulation, degradation-kink, throat-fuck/face-fuck, blow-jobs, breeding-kink, cum-eating, misogynistic-views/behaviour, name-calling, Uncle!Tommy (yes, it’s a warning from now on)

A/n: I had trouble giving Joel a title for this fic since he’s readers father-figure, kidnapper, rapist, pseudo-boyfriend—so I decided to just call him dad!joel and move on.

There will definitely be a part 2 because I’m not satisfied with the ending. Please like and reblog and leave me a comment—it will definitely motivate me to ACTUALLY write part 2 down instead of just thinking about it…

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Joel needed you today.

He needed your juicy little mouth that was always so eager to do and say whatever he wanted.

His heavy balls were resting on your chin, his throbbing cock was sticking out over your face. The mascara ran down your cheeks along with tears, sweat and spit.

Just five seconds ago you were suffocating on his cock, not daring to pull away. Not daring to fight back.

He might as well have killed you then and there, and you still wouldn't have objected.

You respected him too much…or maybe you were confusing respect with fear? After all, he still wore the face of the murderer of your father. Your real father. But that felt like a lifetime ago…

Whenever you tired to think about your beloved father, his face morphed into Joel’s.

“Good girl.”, he praised you for your obedience and you couldn’t help yourself but find comfort in his words.

Joel couldn't decide whether to cum on your pretty face or make you swallow his load. He liked to know you full of his cum.

One day he would get you pregnant, just to see you round and full of him. He wanted to watch you raise his children. After all, your place was right next to him—and a life in Jackson wouldn’t change that. He would make sure of that.

This damn place was full of soft little boys who all grew up in the comfort of a thick fence that kept danger far away from them. They wouldn’t know how to protect you. They were trying to get your attention, running after you like a bunch of dogs. Joel was sick of witnessing it and not being able to do anything about it but to play “overprotective-father”.

He was sick of pretending that you weren’t his bitch.

He would knock you up soon enough. He would make a little mommy out of you and ruin your pretty body for every men out there. He would tell Tommy and the others that a random boy got you pregnant, so that nobody would get suspicious of it.

Poor girl got herself pregnant and dumbed by a random boy at a party while drunk—sounded believable enough. Joel couldn’t let anyone find out that he was fucking his “adoptive daughter“—that would be a fucking scandal.

His brother’s bitch would definitely try to kick his ass out of Jackson and this time she would actually have a good reason to do so...

He tapped your flushed cheek, signalling you to open up for him. You did. You opened your mouth widely, bracing yourself on his thick hairy thighs. He put his cock back in your mouth, it belonged there. You closed your plump lips around him.

“Ya‘gonna take what I give you, alright?”, he mumbled and grabbed a fistful of your hair. You closed your eyes and nodded, knowing what that would mean; its going to be rough and unforgiving.

He pushed his cock deeper and deeper in your mouth, before hitting the barrier of your throat.

You felt so good to him. He let his head fall back, relishing the moment.

You gagged, your eyes sprung open. You looked up at the tall man with big painted eyes that only made him want to fuck you even harder.

He wore nothing but a white undershirt. His broad shoulders and strong arms looked even more intimidating from this perspective. He was so handsome.

You wanted to make him proud.

So you braved yourself mentally, dedicated to not give him a hard time. He started to fuck your throat like it was your cunt, picking up on speed and force. Pushing himself down your throat making you gag and spasm under his hold.

All you could focus on was to not bite him even though every cell in your body was screaming at you to do exactly that. You couldn’t though. Your punishment would be way, way worse than getting used by him like this and he would most certainly not let you go to your friends birthday party tonight…

“Such a pretty fucking slut.”, he hissed, searching after his release that was seemingly hidden somewhere deep down your throat. Thankfully, it didn’t took him a lot of digging to find what he was looking for…

He exploded inside you mouth in such an absurd intensity that his cum leaked down from your nostrils, making you cough and choke around him. He was holding you in place tightly, watching your struggles intensely. Breathing heavy, strong chest falling up and down.

For what felt like minutes to you, there was absolutely no way for you to get fresh air into your system. His cum was blocking your airwaves. This had never happened before.

You were panicking. He wasn’t letting you go.

You just looked too pretty like this.

Eventually though, he let go of you with an animalistic growl, pushing you away from him. Your head hit the wall and you started to cry from what just had happened. Totally overwhelmed.

Like so often, you felt like a used napkin. Trash.

You crawled over to his legs and hugged him, trying to comfort yourself. “I-I c-couldn’t b-breathe.”, you hiccuped and looked up at him.

He was still trying to come down from his high.

„Walking around all day long in that skimpy little skirt, what did you expect would happen?“, he panted. “Told you many times not to dress like a whore.”

“M��sorry.”, you sniffed and whipped your tears away.

He made you let go of him and you immediately felt lost. „M’gonna take a shower now, girl. Wanna join?”

You wished. Joel wasn’t a softy, little things like asking you if you want to take a shower with him were the most he could do.

You shook your head. „I can’t…I’ll be running late to Anna’s birthday party.“

Joel was about to walk upstairs but stopped in his tracks. „Birthday party.“, he repeated like it was a curse-word.

„I-I told you last week.“, you reminded him. „You said yes, dad.“

How many fucking friends do you fucking have? Being invited to some kind of party every other night…

Joel was sick of it. Sick of Jackson. Your place was wherever he was and not at some random parties, or hangouts.

„Did I?“

„Yes.“, you said, truthfully.

„Mh.“, he looked over at you. You were still sitting on the floor in your tight little skirt. Spit and cum drooling down your face. Mascara running down your cheeks and half of your cherry lipstick—that he had gotten for you on his last hunt for supplies—smeared on his cock.

You did good—and good girls get rewards. His own rule. That was their system. That was how Joel got you where you were; confused, obedient and submissive.

He couldn’t let a life in Jackson ruin that. But you did a good job today and therefore you deserved a reward.

Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished.

„You remember the rules, girl?, he asked sternly.

„I’ll be home at 9. No entertaining boys. No drugs.“, you repeated like a mantra.

„Which one of them sluts was Anna again?“, he frowned. He could never put a face to the names of your friends, even though a lot of them would spend a lot of time over at their house throwing heart eyes at Joel.

„The one with the black hair and nose piercing.“, you said. “She’s not a slut, dad.”

“Mh.”, he just made and started to walk up the stairs. “If ya ass ain’t home at 9, me and my gun are coming to pick you up.”

“I won’t be late.”, you said, smiling. “Big promise.”

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You whipped your face clean from Joel’s mess and tried your best to make yourself look presentable again. This was a special night after all…

You changed into a new shirt and applied another cover of lipgloss onto your lips.

You wanted to look your best for him…

It was a dangerous game you were playing—a deadly game even—but it was all too exciting.

Dean Winchester liked you. Really liked you.

He liked you so much that he wasn’t afraid to secretly meet up with Joel fucking Millers girl, risking to be caught. Risking to basically die.

Joel had a reputation in Jackson. Everyone knew about him and what he was capable of.

You had told Dean many times that if he wants to see you, it has to be discreet. Nobody could know about him and you, ever. You had told him that their relationship—no matter what kind of relationship—would mean danger.

For both of you.

Joel would kill Dean in a heartbeat, not even give it a second thought. However the things he would do to you would be much worse, because you had to deal with his outrage and anger for the rest of your life. He would probably start to tie you up again—he used to do that at the beginning, where he couldn’t be sure that you wouldn’t try to run away from him.

You didn’t want to go back to that stage of your relationship with Joel. You didn’t want to be tied up to trees, heaters or posts again. You didn’t want him to walk you around on a tight leash again.

“I don’t know if we should see each other again, Dean...”, you whispered.

You weren’t sure if Dean was worth the risk. You didn’t even like Dean that much…You just liked to have the attention that Joel didn’t give you.

It wouldn’t be fair for Dean to get killed just because you were bored…

“Your old man won’t find out, babe.”, Dean said, knowing what you where getting at. He kept on kissing your neck and kneading your tit from under your shirt.

You were at the stables. It was your little hideout. Nobody would be able to find you here.

“But what if he does?”, you asked, voice full of worry. “What then?”

You already knew the answer.

Dean sighed and let go of you.

“He’s not the only one who had to survive out there for a long period of time.”, Dean said, now sounding annoyed. “He thinks of himself as tough, but guess what? So am I. I was part of a Raider-gang. Clickers and runners were the least of my problems. I had to showcase strength and dominance every day in order to not get fucked with. It was like living in a cage full of starving dogs. I know people like Joel and I know how to deal with them-“

Dean saw your big fearful eyes, hanging onto every word that left his mouth. He decided to better shut the fuck up before drying you out too much.

“Babe, don’t worry.”, he softened his voice again. “You are too pretty for that.”

He started to stroke your bare leg, making your skin prickle.

“C’mon let me make you feel real good, ya?”, he whispered in your ear before placing kisses all over your neck. He let his hand vanish under your top again, playing with your nipples. He was a good kisser and as you found out, you really liked being kissed on the neck. He made your eyes roll back.

Joel never kissed you like this. He never kissed you ever.

Dean’s lips eventually found yours, his tongue immediately entering your mouth, dominating your tongue. His hand wandered downside, finding his way between your legs. You jumped a little at the contact.

“You are not wearing panties.”, he realised and couldn’t believe his luck. He smirked into your mouth.

You blushed. Joel always liked it more when you didn’t wear any underwear around the house, so you figured Dean would like it, too. You could find a lot of similarities between them actually. Dean wasn’t like the other boys in Jackson, he was older and more experienced. Maybe you picked him because he was so much like Joel?

Dean was good with guns, good in killing clickers and a survivor. That’s why he got a position as a hunter—just like Joel.

“God, you are such a little tease, babe.”, he said and carefully slipped his finger inside you. You were wet since Joel had face-fucked you and you got nothing in return. Maybe Dean would give you the sweet-release you so desperately wanted. His hands were as skilled has his tongue. He fingered you in such a manner that you were surprised to actually feel your orgasm forming.

“Can you…can you keep kissing my neck, dean?”, you managed to get out without sounding too pathetic. It just felt soo good and it would help you cum.

He liked his name on your tongue like that.

“‘Course, babe.”, he whispered and started to kiss your neck again.

“And-and can you…can you call me…a slut?”, you whispered.

He stopped doing what he was doing.

Was that weird to ask?

You didn’t know. It was certainly normal for Joel to call you that.

You opened your eyes and blushed.

“What?”, he asked, confusion written all over his face.

“Never mind.”, you murmured in shame. You closed your legs and straightened your skirt.

You felt dumb.

“Wait, wait, wait.“ Dean said, not liking what you were doing. “You want me to call you…a slut?”

You nodded, face turning red. There was no point in denying it. Although you thought about acting like that was not what you said.

“That’s whatcha like to hear? You like being degraded like that?”

Joel always called you mean names like that when he was fucking you. At the beginning you didn’t really like it. It was hurtful to be called such nasty names all the time when you already felt bad about what was going on. It made you cry and you asked him to not call you that. You didn’t know what shifted inside you, but at one point you started to like it. It felt like a compliment to you. The only kind of compliments Joel was willing to dish out to you. You liked to be Joel’s slut and you wanted to be Deans too.

“Yes, it’s…it’s hot.”, you simply said.

Dean smiled at you in awe. “Damn, you really are a bombshell trough and through...”

Of course he would call you a slut. Dean was holding back anyways. This whole „boyfriend-act“ was knew to him too. He figured that the rules in Jackson were different than what he was used to outside. The only rule he knew was „take what you want, or someone else will“

However he was not with the raiders anymore. He couldn’t just take you from your father. He needed to make you fall in love with him first and soon he would’ve a cunt to warm his cock again. Dean liked a challenge anyways.

And you definitely were the biggest challenge in town.

“You should work on your compliments, son.”, a voice suddenly appeared from behind.

You jumped up from your spot and turned around. All colour left your face when you came face to face with…

“Uncle Tommy…”, you gulped, nearly choking on your own words. “What-what are you doing here?”

Tommy was standing there, hands casually tucked inside his jacket. A cigarette hanging from his lips.

How long was he standing there?

How much of your conversation did he witnessed?

Oh how embarrassing.

“Hi, sweetheart.”, he said to you and smiled, cigarette dangling between his lips. “Oh, well you know, I like to watch the horses while I smoke.”

He pointed at the stables behind him with his thump.

Oh this was the beginning of the end of your life.

Dean who was still casually sitting on the bench, one foot dangling over his leg and arms outstretched, looked over his shoulder to Tommy and greeted: “Mr Miller. Nice to meet you.”

Judging Deans very relaxed body language and the lack of horror in his face, you couldn’t tell if he realised how bad the situation was for him—and you.

“Nice to see’ya too.”, Tommy replied.

There was a tension building pause between all of you. Tommy was the one breaking the silence.

“You should go home now, son. I put’ya on patrol together with Joel tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, I’ve seen the protocols.”, Dean nodded and rose up from the bench to his full height.

“You will definitely need to be well-rested, is what I’m sayin.“, the threat in Tommys sentence was hidden but there.

Dean nodded, in amusement and understanding.

Your worried eyes wandered back and forth between the men. You were close to hyperventilating.

“Yes, it’s late.”, you awkwardly said in hopes to debunk the situation. “I’m tired too.”

Another heavy pause placed itself onto everyone. You looked up at Dean, non-verbally telling him to please play along and just go home. That it wasn’t worth it. He looked down at you and winked, before tuning his attention back to Tommy.

“Good night, babe.”, he said while looking at the older man, provocatively.

Tommy kept his cool. He wasn’t impressed by Dean at all and he most certainly wouldn’t let him ruin this promising night.

“Mr Miller.”, he eventually said and walked away, leaving you alone with Tommy.

Tommy watched Dean wander away. He scoffed and shook his head in amusement. He took one last drag from his cigarette before throwing it to the ground. “What a charmer.”, he murmured more to himself than to you.

He walked around the bench and took a seat, grunting. “If it was up to me,”, he started, “I wouldn’t let that prick anywhere near a gun, but you know, Joel was quite pleased with the way the boy handled himself out there. Skilled. The kid has experience, many people in Jackson don’t.”

You didn’t hear a thing Tommy just said. You heart was beating too loud and too fast, you feared to suffer a heart attack.

“Uncle Tommy, I-I’m…please don’t tell Joel.”, you begged. There was nothing but worry in your eyes.

“Sweetheart, relax.”, he laughed. “I was young once too. You don’t even wanna know what bullshit I pulled behind my parents backs…”

You cracked a little smile at that.

“And, believe me, ya don’t want me to tell you about Joel’s business when he was your age…”

That made you giggle. You couldn’t even picture Joel as a young man.

“Ah, you’re smiling again.”, Tommy pointed at your face proudly. “I like to see that. C’mon sit down next to me.”

“I should go home, uncle Tommy. I have to be home at 9 or else…”

He looked at his wristwatch. “Got planty of time then.”

He was right. You still got half an hour. You nodded and placed yourself next to Tommy.

You met Tommy for the first time here in Jackson. Joel had told you a lot about him during your journey. You warmed up to Tommy almost immediately. At first you were a little sceptical about the man, he looked a lot like Joel. However he was nothing like him—Well, maybe only a tiny-little bit. According to Joel’s many stories, Tommy was pretty badass too. „We used to be a duo“, Joel had told you.

Tommy was definitely more charismatic though. Everyone in Jackson liked him. He was warm and welcoming towards you, immediately accepting you as part of their family.

“You will not tell Joel?”, you asked again, just to make sure.

“Nah.”, Tommy shook his head. “M’sorry for ruining your little date, sweetheart.”

You smiled. “It’s ok, uncle Tommy. I’m not mad at you.”

He smiled. “That’s nice to hear.”

He paused for a second before speaking again:

“As your uncle though…I feel like I have to give you the speech.”

“The speech?”, you repeated, not knowing what ‘the speech’ was.

“Yea, the speech.”, Tommy sighed. “He’s your first boyfriend, right?”

You looked at Tommy, unsure what to answer. Dean wasn’t your boyfriend yet—and he probably never would be. Joel was. Was he? No he was your dad.

“Guys like Dean…they mean trouble for girls like you. Gonna take a bite out of your heart before spitting it back out. Ya understand?”

“I…I don’t think so, uncle Tommy…”, you truthfully said.

Tommy leaned back and looked up at the night-sky, thinking of the right words. He turned his attention back at you. “M’tryin to say is, you are a pretty girl. That’s all guys like Dean care about. You give him a bit of yourself and he will expect more and more, until you’re left with nothin more to give. That’s when he gets bored of you and leaves.”

Your eyes widened at Tommys cryptic message. What he was trying to say is “if you let him fuck you, he will not be interested in you any more”—but that would be to harsh for you to hear.

You couldn’t help yourself but think…Will Joel get bored of me too?

You kept quiet, biting your lip. Not sure what to say.

“Maybe I should tell my brother about this, about Dean...”, he suddenly said and making every alarm bell inside your head ring. “That Dean kid is bad blood. Joel should scare him a little, make him understand that he shouldn’t break ya heart.”

You grabbed his arm and frantically shook your head. “No, no, no! Uncle Tommy, please don’t! Joel will kill him.”

“Sounds just about right to me .”, he chuckled.

“No, you don’t understand. He will also punish me. I’m not allowed to see boys. He thinks I’m at Anna’s birthday party. He will be very, very angry with me. I don’t want him to be angry with me. Please you don’t understand, uncle Tommy.”

Tommy was studying your reaction closely. Oh he did understand.

“You really don’t want me to tell him?”, he asked, playing dumb.

“Yes, please don’t. I’ll do anything.”, you nodded. “I’ll bake you the carrot cake you like so much!”

“What if I want something else?”, he asked voice suddenly lower, his eyes darker.

He sounded much more like Joel now.

You frowned, not understanding. “You want me to bake you another cake?”

“Close. I do want something sweet from you.”

“Something sweet?”, you repeated still confused about what exactly he wanted “Like…chocolate?”

“Ya can’t be this dumb, sweetheart...”, Tommy chuckled.

You opened your mouth, but closed it immediately.

Dumb?

Tommy never called you dumb before.

“…Or should I say ‘slut’?”

That answered the question you had earlier; he did indeed heard everything you said to Dean…

You wished to drop dead on the spot, feeling utterly embarrassed.

You seriously didn’t know what to say. You just looked down and swallowed the wave of emotions down that were otherwise going to burst out of you in form of a mental breakdown.

“I’ll go home now.”, you whispered, when you found your strength to speak again. You stayed seated though, not making the move to stand up and go, as if you were waiting for Tommys permission—Something told you that he wouldn’t let you off the hook this easy.

He nodded and made a clicking sound with his tongue.

“I’ll bring you home…after you’ve convinced me not to tell Joel about the fact that his girl begs strange guys to treat her like a common whore. Wonder how he will take that...”

Tommys soft tone didn’t fit his vile words.

You could feel yourself shutting down—this happened a lot at the early stages of being with Joel, after he had brutally killed your father in front of your eyes and forced you to be with him, to act like everything was totally fine. You stared into the void, not willing to acknowledge the level of betrayal you were experiencing right now. He was blackmailing you.

You liked Tommy.

He was one of the good guys.

Tommy looked at you intensely, analysing your soft features. There was a war going on inside your confused little head, he could see.

He had always wondered how you still look this stunning during the end of times while everyone else’s looked like they been through the gutter. Even on the day you and Joel arrived at Jackson for the first time after a year of living in the wilderness that was now the whole country—you still looked like an angel. Joel did a good job of taking care of you, Tommy had to admit.

Tommy admired your devotion towards his older brother. The way you would look up at him, as if he was your god. Always searching for his approval, his affection, his permission. Joel was a cold bastard, leaving you empty and starved.

Or maybe he was just smart really, since you couldn’t get enough of him no matter what.

And when Joel introduced you to him that day, your pretty eyes lit up with excitement. Uncle Tommy, you called him, even though you were not the same blood. You called him that out of respect for Joel.

Tommy wasn’t stupid. He could see right through Joel’s facade of protective-father. Tommy was his brother after all. He could tell that Joel’s liking in you wasn’t of…innocent nature. Quite the opposite. It was much, much darker. He always knew. Your dynamics always seemed a little off to him. Joel hadn’t even looked at another women since he was in Jackson—he had no need to. He had you.

Tommys suspicion was confirmed when one day he saw Joel touching your ass. It was a few month ago at Christmas dinner. You were standing in front of the sink—washing dishes like the little slave you were for Joel—when suddenly he walked up to you, seemingly to bring you more plates to wash, when his hand grabbed a fistful of your soft ass, so tight his knuckles turned white—and you didn’t objected.

At first Tommy was angry. Disgusted even. Joel was like your fucking father. You called him “dad”, for fucks sake. It was disgusting, vile and wrong.

But then Tommy felt stupid for not putting one and one together much earlier. Why else would a guy like Joel take care of a girl that wasn’t even his own blood? What did he get out from feeding another mouth? What was his merit? What could a girl like you possibly give to a man like him that he wasn’t able to get for himself?

The answer was so obvious.

Tommy heaved himself up from the bench and let his eyes wander over the era, looking out for potential witnesses…

“Ya’got two options, sweetheart.”, he started. “First option; we go home and I tell my brother what just happened between you and Mr Bombshell. The kid will die most likely tomorrow on patrol and Joel will not let you out if his eyesight for the rest of your life. Second option…”

He looked down at your bare legs and licked his lips.

“You stand up, turn around and bend over…”

He paused for a second. “S’up to you.”

„Second.“, you whispered, you didn’t even need time to think about your answer—not that you where thinking anything at all right now. Your mind was blank.

There was nothing that Tommy could do to you, that Joel hadn’t already done. You feared Joel more. The answer was easy. Second option.

You hadn’t even realised that you got up, turned around and bend over. Holding onto the back of the bench tightly.

It was only when you felt Tommy lift your skirt up and your bottom was exposed to the cold night and Tommys hungry stare that you realised that there was no turning back.

You couldn’t see what Tommy was doing behind you, and a part of you was thankful for that; at least you didn’t have to look him in the eyes.

Tommy pulled his cock out. He was hard the second he heard you beg Dean to call you a slut. He gave himself a few pumps and then lined his cock up with your entrance. He wasted no time, immediately ramming all of him inside your juicy cunt.

Dean had worked you up good for him.

The invasion was sudden and forceful. You whined and your knees buckled. You clenched your teeth together.

Tommy started to fuck you the second he was in, leaving your body no time to adjust to his length. He was fucking your hard and fast. He was holding onto your petite shoulders tightly, hurting your flesh and bringing your body down to his in a forceful manner.

The sound of clapping skin was loud and sinful. It sounded so wrong in your ears. And it only got worse when Tommy started to grunt like an animal.

„Shit, girl. Never fucked a cunt as tight as yours.“, he hissed. „Fuck.“

You started to cry. Not because you were in pain, but because you were about to cum…

„Stop please.“, you cried. You didn’t want to cum. Not for Tommy. You didn’t want him to think you enjoyed his assault.

“Your body is betraying you. You like it.”, you remember Joel say to you the first time he took you against your will.

This isn’t normal. I’m not normal. I’m sick. I’m a sick girl.

You started to cry even harder, or were you moaning?It was a mixture of both and it was pathetic. Your were so close. You cunt got even tighter around Tommy. He could feel it.

“You wanna cum little slut?”, he laughed, a nasty dirty laugh. He gave your ass a hard slap.

“No!”, you cried out. “Please stop!”

It wasn’t your fault. You were wet since Joel had fucked your throat earlier today and left you on the ground sexually frustrated. Then there was Dean who had spend minutes fingering you while kissing your neck. It wasn’t because of Tommy.

It’s not because of Tommy.

It’s not because of Tommy.

It’s not because of Tommy.

The more you tried to work against it, the pressure inside you only intensified. You couldn’t hold it out any longer.

You came.

You came around his cock.

First your legs started to shake—it was like a wave—then your whole body. Your thoughts were completely flushed away. Your were biting your lip so hard that you could taste blood on your tongue.

“That’s my girl.”, Tommy praised and kept fucking you hard. “God, you are so hot, sweetheart. I see why Joel keeps you around.”

After you came down from your orgasm you were basically jelly. Without Tommy holding you in place you would be panting on the ground by now. He kept ramming his cock inside you a few more times before pulling out.

He turned you around and manhandled you on your knees.

“Hold your palms out, bitch. C’mon.”, he barked and grabbed your wrist and yanked them up.

You put your palms together and held them up.

He frantically stroked his cock while grunting and growling like a wolf before finally releasing himself inside your hands.

A poodle of your uncles warm, sticky, hot cum could now be found inside your shaking hands. You didn’t dare to drop it. You didn’t move, holding your palms up as if his cum was holy.

The tears had dried on your face. You looked up at Tommy, waiting for him to finally end your suffering.

You wanted to run home.

He put his cock back inside his jeans and pulled out a cigarette. Exhausted.

“Eat it.”, he said and pointed his cigarette at his cum.

He wanted to see how far he could go with you. He wanted to know how well his brother had trained you.

“C’mon, eat it up.”, he repeated when he saw your confused face.

You hesitantly brought your shaking hands closer to your lips. If you had anything in your stomach right now, you would’ve puked it all out. You carefully took a small lick from his cum and cringed a little. It was salty. But soon you found the taste to be familiar. It tasted like Joel’s.

“Be careful not to drop anythin. We don’t want Joel to find cum on you, do we? He might think it belongs to Dean…”

You shook your head and carefully licked your palms clean. Eating your uncles cum.

Tommy watched you intensely. You looked like a little kitten drinking her milk. He was already hard again. He would definitely think about this image of you when he would fuck his wife later tonight.

“Good job, sweetheart.”, he praised you. “Now C’mon. Let’s get’ya home. And you better thing about an excuse why you look like someone had fucked you silly…we don’t want Joel to get suspicious.”

He pointed at you puffy red eyes and ran down mascara.

He helped you up from the ground and you silently followed him home.

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But Daddy I Love Him

instagram au.

♥︎ luke hughes x zegras! sister

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"I'm telling him to floor it through the fences, no I'm not coming to my senses."

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hi loves!!! I'm finally back, holy fuck. I'm so happy to be back, you guys don't even knowwwwww. I love this chapter, kinda funny but short. I'm working on the next one right now as well. probably going to upload three chapters today, to make up for what I've missed! you guys are getting spoiled today, you all deserve it <3. I hope you guys enjoyed, much more coming!!! like and reblog if youd like! as always much love <3

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(bangs head against wall) hhhhhhhhh this took way too long.

Ok so anyways. abt prokour, lemme explain/share my mess of thoughts. I have talked abt it in the pkcv fanclub dc server a whilee ago, this is the reedited version.

So. Evbo’s pro neighbor, Nate, has always been nice n friendly in the series, helping him in the pro layer and taking the time to explain how things work. I can imagine he's nice to the other pros aswell, atleast to the ones that don't treat him like shit.

Speaking of shit. Here comes everyone’s favorite cringefailure of a pro: Sunglasses pro!! aka Sunny <33 He’s such a lovable jerk, but I can imagine everyone on the pro layer hates him because he's an asshat to pros he deems below his level. Guess who has a superiority complex. You’ll never guess. (It’s him).

He always acts like the toughest guy in town around the other pros (it's actually an act to cover up his deep insecurities of never being enough. To protect himself from being the one at the other end of it) (it fails cause. yk. he’s bad at parkour).

They meet. Nate tried being nice but after a couple encounters, he comes to hate him, just like everyone else. Unlike everyone else though, who usually tried to brush him off or ignore him, Nate actually called Sunny out on his BS in front of everyone, catching him off guard. Getting humiliated in front of a watching crowd? Now this could go two ways; Sunny got so pissed he just stops acknowledging Nate’s existence, orrr he becomes even more of a dick and pesters Nate even more.

I like to think he avoids him at first, but decided to start being a nuisance. As a sort of “nobody gets away with messing with me,” thing.

Mutual hate ensues. They *despise* each other. Then all of a sudden. Nate was jumping back to his house after a long day of work, he was about to go in until he saw the figure of the worst guy he knows in front of the house right next door. It was Sunny, he was living just right next to him. Sunny and him were neighbors. Sunny seemed to have noticed him, and the two locked eyes. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” both of them said at the same time, with completely opposite degrees of excitement. Just what he needed today, the most insufferable pro he’d ever had the displeasure of meeting, as his neighbor. Just great.

After that, they both start going out of their way to annoy the shit out of each other. If Nate bumped into him on the way to grab his daily food and task papers, they’d throw insults and jabs at each other until they both left for work or the other pros got sick of them. When he was done working, he’d often go to the training grounds to practice, and he’d usually find Sunny practicing parkour. They’d both taken the habit of booing and discouraging the other from making the jumps. 

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“Boooo, you suck!” Sunny shouted, cupping his hands over his mouth, “just give up already!”

Nate leveled an unimpressed look towards him. “Huh, yeah actually. I don’t know if I can make this–” he backed up for a running start and jumped as he kept talking, ”–fence to trapdoor 3 block jump.” Nate finished, landing the jump.

“Whatever, show-off,” Sunny rolled his eyes. Nate didn’t see it so much as he felt it. "I could do something much harder than that, and with half as much effort. Just watch me."

Nate's lips tugged into a smile as he watched Sunny start to build the 'harder' jump he was going to do with 'half the effort', next to the course he was on. He shrugged, chuckling, "alright, I'll watch you fail this jump."

A surprise to nobody, Sunny ended up falling. But the thing was, he didn't even finish placing the blocks. It made Nate laugh so hard he forgot Sunny was even there still, waiting for his laughing fit to end so he could re-try the jump.

"Listen that one didn't count–"

All it did was make Nate into a mess of laughter, again.

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woah guys, this might surprise you, but turns out, when you hang out with someone long enough, you actually start finding them fun to be around and even tolerable at times??? Ong crazy right. Which is whats happening currently with out beloved pair of pros (Who Could've Seen This Coming).

Sunny starts finding Nate’s continuous comebacks to his bullshit cute and his skills in parkour admirable. Nate's laugh also made his stomach flip and his head spin but he ignores all of it. < gay panics but he doesn't realize it

They continue to annoy each other endlessly, but now, in between all that back-and-forth, they start sharing more bits and pieces about themselves. They hang out whenever they can, when they practice parkour, before and after work, sometimes they even go to each other's houses (they have tea time and gossip).

”Did you hear about the rumors in the master layer?” Nate asked, clapping his hands together in barely contained excitement.

“I haven’t. Go on,” Sunny sips his tea.

Nate leaned in, “apparently, a parkour master was caught using a block to get to their house instead of using their water bucket.”

“Wow, seriously? If I was a master, I’d never do something so embarrassing.” Sunny laughed. He would never, but he definitely wouldn’t be able to make a water bucket clutch either.

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They grow closer under the excuse of "if i know him more i can annoy him better" but deep down, they know why they're really doing it. They probably know more about each other than they know about themselves (i don't think a life in parkour civilization lets you be yourself. So even if you’ve lived with yourself longer than anyone else, it’s difficult to find your true self. You are artificially made and put into frigid boxes of parkour society that dictate your entire life from one (1) single jump you were forced to make. And so, it's much harder to know who you are as a Person outside a parkour noob, pro, master or champion).

Although with that said, they’ve probably discovered lots of things about themselves they wouldn’t have if the other weren’t there.

After a tiring parkour practice together, Sunny joins Nate at a nearby tree, laughing at a joke he cracked as he sat down next to him. He takes off his glasses to wipe the sweat off of his forehead, and Nate discovers that beneath it, his eyes are colored a pretty yellow-orange, matching the colors of a sunset. And that he looks super hot without his sunglasses actually. Gay panic pt2. 

Sunny looks over to him, noticing the faint red across his face, and brushes it off thinking it was bc of the practice, 

 "Yeesh. Worn out already? That was such an easy course, maybe the parkour pro life just isn't for you." Sunny says while he's clearly out of breath, too.

Nate kept glancing at him and looking away again, probably embarrassed that he couldn't compare to Sunny's parkour prowess. Yeah, that's why. Sunny was about to tease him about it, until he spoke up, "y'know, this is the first time I've seen you without your glasses before."

Sunny paused. It didn't fully register in his mind that he'd taken off his glasses in front of Nate. He'd hated not wearing his glasses in front of others- hated how exposed it made him feel. He'd always make sure he had them on when he's around others, but at that moment; sitting under the tree shade as the breeze blows past his messed up hair with Nate right next to him, just as out of breath from the parkour course as he was, it felt so easy. He didn't mind Nate looking at him, seeing him, knowing him.

Which opened a whole new pile of shitty and complicated feelings he did not want to uncover. 

Sunny fumbled to put the glasses back on, scoffing as he felt his face grew warmer, "yeah, what about it?"

"Your eyes," Nate whispered under his breath, finally turning to look directly at him. "...they're nice.

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Do you see the vision (smiles with teeth non threatningly) (btw. I wrote this sleep deprived srry if sum parts don't make sense)

Haters to lovers kour. (Tho tbf prokour super flexible, like i tjought of them as just frenemies at first, then as exes, then to idk but they ended up becoming dumbass lovers. Good for them, i guess. I have more prokour shit under my sleeve jst need to... *Yawn* (passes the fck out)

^ how it started (credits to @loneycorner you're amazing you [breaks] thx for feeding my prokour thoughts n drawing n being prokour mvp )

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Lost in a Familiar Place pt. 5

(Aka the ‘Nicholas never applied to Kings Row’ AU)

A/N: I'm kind of on a roll with this fic??? Idek how, but I've already written the next chapter. There'll be at least 2 more instalments after this, and possibly a small epilogue depending on how the last chapter plays out.

Anyway - when I originally wrote the concept for this fic, there were two things I imagined playing out differently: Nicholas would take a different path to Kings Row, and Aiden would have a wake-up call when it came to his participation in the team. We've spent a few chapters on the first one - now it's time for the second.

(But don't worry, we'll be coming back to Nicholas!)

Or: in which Harvard and Aiden have A Conversation, and Nicholas and Seiji are misinterpreted. (Or are they?)

Previous chapters: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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After fencing practice officially ended, the students hung around chattering in groups, dissecting the unexpected match that had taken place between Seiji Katayama and a complete fencing nobody.

Harvard was impressed that Nicholas had scored a point on Seiji at all. The holes in his technique were huge and evident, but there were times when he could strike at an opening before you even knew what was happening. Harvard had noticed Seiji watching him during drills; he knew that his teammate was turning the contradiction over in his mind, trying to make sense of it.

And Nicholas had beaten Aiden. That couldn’t just be put down to left-handedness and the element of surprise.

Harvard sought Aiden out in the middle of the throng of students. He was talking to two of the boys that Harvard thought of (a little uncharitably) as Aiden’s groupies; they grudgingly made way for Harvard, shooting him looks. “Hey. Good practice today.”

Aiden arched an eyebrow. He seemed back to his old self, more or less. “You don’t need to coddle me, Captain. I lost to a total rookie.”

Harvard shrugged. He could say, ‘Maybe you should come to practice more often, then,’ but this wasn’t how and where he wanted to have that conversation. “Do you want me to make you feel better about it?”

Aiden snorted and put his hands behind his head. The groupies drifted away, losing interest when Aiden’s attention wasn’t on them. “No, a night of drowning my sorrows in the nearest warm body and I’ll be back on form.”

Harvard normally shrugged off Aiden’s jokes about sleeping around, but this time it didn’t land quite right. Aiden noticed his expression and smiled wryly. “Ah, too soon.”

“Aiden-” Harvard began, but just then, Coach Williams called them both over. She threw Aiden a set of keys and handed Harvard a stack of orange field markers. Some poor sap had been made to run suicides that morning after he forgot his mask.

“Do me a favour, and run these back to the supply cupboard,” she instructed. “And this-” She handed Aiden the épée that Nicholas had borrowed for practice. “And if you see Nicholas, make sure he doesn’t accidentally walk off with those fencing whites he borrowed.”

That was a good point. Where was Nicholas? Harvard couldn’t remember seeing Seiji leave, either.

An awkward silence hung between them as they set off along the corridor. Harvard was suddenly sick of this. “Aiden, listen,” he said. “I’m not about to get on your case about sleeping around. It’s your choice, even if I wish you’d be less… harsh about it most of the time.”

Aiden acknowledged this with a wry twist of his lips. “But?” he prompted Harvard.

Harvard stopped in the corridor and turned to face Aiden. “But I need you to commit to one thing, at least, and that’s the team. You know as well as I do that one exceptional fencer doesn’t make a winning team, and we need everyone to be on form if we’re going to have a shot this year. I can’t just keep subbing in Eugene every time you don’t feel like showing. He’s a solid fencer, but you made the team, and you need to show up for it.”

Aiden put his free hand on his hip. “And what are you going to do if I don’t?” he asked Harvard, almost taunting. Harvard wasn’t often on the receiving end of his best friend’s cutting tongue, and he didn’t enjoy it. “Cut me from the team?”

Harvard swallowed, but he couldn’t say this if he wasn’t prepared to back it up. “Yes, if I have to.”

“Then you’ll be a fencer down.”

“I’m a fencer down anyway, Aiden!” Harvard exclaimed, gesticulating and forgetting that he was holding a set of field markers. “I never know if I can count on you or not! What’s the point of making the team if you don’t act like you’re a part of it? Why do you bother to try out if you’re just going to make a show of being too good for us?”

Aiden’s cheeks flushed, and Harvard wished he could walk back his outburst, but part of him felt lighter for getting it out into the open. It was everything he should have said last year, and hadn’t. They’d treated it as a bit of a joke, laughing about being the worst team, and Aiden had shown up for some matches, for the bake sale – even if he’d been on his phone the whole time.

But this year felt different. Harvard wanted to take things seriously, and it felt jarring how little Aiden did.

“You’d really do that to me?” Aiden asked him, his voice taut like steel wire. “Cut me out because I’m no good to you any more?”

Harvard exhaled. This was treading dangerously close to Aiden’s many complicated issues stemming from his family, something that Aiden would never, ever so much as hint at in front of anyone who wasn’t Harvard. But Aiden also wasn’t being fair.

“I’ve defended your spot on the team for a long time,” he said. “Because I know what you can do, and I’ve always believed you come through for us when it matters. But – it goes both ways, Aiden. How can I treat you like a member of the team when you don’t act like one?”

He kept his voice low, trying to stay calm and reasonable. “At this point, I can’t help wondering why you try out for the team in the first place. What are you doing this for, Aiden? Who is it for?”

Aiden gave Harvard a long, steady look, long enough that Harvard wondered if he was meant to be reading something into it. What was he missing?

“You remember when we both made the team for the first time, back in sophomore year?” Aiden said suddenly.

“Of course,” Harvard replied, a little surprised at the direction this was going. “The captain was Elias Ortiz, and he was so inspiring. I really looked up to him. I wanted to do what he did.”

Aiden nodded. “You wanted to be team captain one day,” he said, fondness in his voice. “And you persuaded me to try out with you.”

Harvard had forgotten that part. “You practiced with me all the time,” he said. “There was no reason you couldn’t make the cut too – and you did. You made the cut ahead of me, even.” Aiden had handily won enough matches to be accepted as one of the fencing team’s ‘main three’, while Harvard had endured the heart-in-mouth wait to find out who had been selected as reserve. Aiden had threatened – promised? – to give up his spot on the team if Harvard wasn’t selected. Harvard had assumed he was joking.

“You were a shoo-in for reserve,” Aiden said, waving a hand. “There was no question about it.”

Harvard wasn’t sure about that, but Aiden was biased on his behalf. “Still – where are you going with this?”

Aiden sighed, looking away and resting the point of the épée he was carrying against the ground. “Before we started practicing together, fencing was just this dumb thing that my dad made me do,” he said. “I would have quit years ago if not for that. But you loved it, and that made it not suck for the first time in ages.

“I tried out for the team because I knew how much it meant to you for us to both make the cut. And I like being good at things.” He shrugged and smirked diffidently, but Harvard could see more vulnerability in Aiden’s eyes than he’d shown in a long while.

“I like to win, but being in the fencing team together is our thing. That’s why I’m on the team.”

Harvard’s heart lurched. He would never in a million years have expected himself to be the reason that Aiden tried out for the team. Winning, sure – showing off, even – and schooling upstart fencing newcomers who thought they were hot stuff. But doing it all for him?

“But… why don’t you try properly, then?” he asked, because that part still didn’t make sense. If being on the team was important, then why act like it wasn’t?

Aiden’s eyes flicked over Harvard’s face and he smiled. It was a sad smile. “It doesn’t do to go getting too attached,” he said, barely loud enough for Harvard to hear him.

Then he turned and strode away down the corridor, calling back, “Coach is going to wonder where the hell we’ve got to.”

Harvard was left blinking at nothing, wondering what Aiden could possibly mean by – “Aiden? Hold on, what do you-”

He jogged to catch up with his best friend, but Aiden was already opening the door to the supply cupboard – throwing light onto two figures inside.

Nicholas and Seiji were standing nose-to-nose, Nicholas gripping the neck of Seiji’s uniform. Both boys looked flushed. Well, that explained where they’d both disappeared to, at least.

“Oh. Are we interrupting something?” Aiden asked, and Nicholas instantly let go of Seiji.

“No.” “No.” Both boys spoke in unison, Seiji turning away from Nicholas as if to reinforce his denial. Harvard raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, no judgement,” he said, and Aiden snorted as he walked past to put the épée away, then reached back for the field markers, which Harvard handed to him. “Just be aware that the supply cupboard does get some use around this time of day. In case you wanted to find another location.”

Nicholas turned even redder. “That’s not – it’s really not like that,” he said, rushed.

Harvard shrugged. “Like I said, no judgement. Oh, and Coach said to make sure you don’t forget to return your fencing whites.”

Nicholas looked down, apparently realising that he was still in his borrowed uniform. “Oh, yeah.”

Seiji nodded formally to Aiden and to Harvard. “Captain,” he said, and then strode out of the cupboard. Nicholas scrambled after him.

“Seiji!” he called after the other boy. “I meant what I said.”

Seiji paused, then looked back and gave Nicholas a nod before disappearing in the direction of the changing rooms.

Riiight. Harvard turned to Nicholas. “If you need someone to walk you out after you get changed, I can show you the way back into town.”

At that moment, Bobby and Eugene emerged from the door leading off to changing rooms, Bobby beaming as he caught sight of Nicholas. “Nicholas! We were looking for you!” he enthused. “Do you want to come and get smoothies with us?”

“Uh, sure,” Nicholas said, seeming surprised, but pleased.

“Oh – Harvard! And Aiden! Would you like to come too?” Bobby asked, as he spotted them both.

Harvard glanced at Aiden, then smiled at Bobby and shook his head. “Thanks, but we’re okay – you guys go ahead.”

“I just need to get changed and give these back to Coach–” Nicholas said, walking quickly towards the changing rooms. The three of them disappeared, and Harvard and Aiden were left alone again.

“Well,” Harvard said. “I guess that means Nicholas isn’t hung up on you, at least.” He was wearily accustomed to the pining looks thrown at Aiden in the corridors, the guys showing up at their dorm room door with flowers and heartfelt notes that Harvard always promised he’d pass onto Aiden (who was more often than not already out on another date). And, sometimes, the uglier responses – a graffitied locker, a malicious rumour, damage done to Aiden’s things while they were both out of the room. Aiden always forbade Harvard from going after anyone on his behalf, even if they could work out who’d done it. “It’s nothing, Harvard. I can handle it.”

Aiden snorted. “Nicholas stopped being hung up on me the second he laid eyes on Seiji Katayama.”

Harvard smiled as they both stepped out of the cupboard, Aiden pulling the doors closed and locking them. It was fun to gossip and trade theories about their fellow fencers, something they’d indulged in at many a practice match and regional or state competition (when Aiden was present, of course). But Harvard quickly remembered the conversation they’d been having before they happened on Nicholas and Seiji.

“Aiden?” he asked. “What did you mean when you said, ‘It doesn’t do to get too attached’?”

“Nothing,” Aiden said quickly, flashing Harvard a quick and (to Harvard’s expert eyes) insincere smile. “Forget I said that.” He tried to start back towards the fencing salle.

“No, come on-” Harvard objected, catching hold of Aiden’s arm – gently. “I know you meant something by it. Whatever it is, you can tell me.” He frowned, suddenly worried about what Aiden might not want to say. “You can trust me.”

Aiden gave Harvard that rueful smile again. “I think it’ll be better if you figure it out yourself. But if you haven’t figured it out by tonight, then I’ll tell you,” he said, then slipped his arm out of Harvard’s grip and walked away.

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Yes, I'm Sure (Miguel O'Hara X Fem!Reader)

Summary: This is pt 2 of Where is my Freedom. Having enough, you decided to do what is right for you and your son.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters.

Word Count: Around 1.3K

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), abusive husband, physical and mental abuse, angst if it counts, Hot single dad Miguel, being called a wife.

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It’s been a couple of days since the night your next-door neighbor, Miguel, comforted you after your husband's abusive outburst. Right now, you were eating your dinner with the occasion of turning over to your son, feeding his mashed food. You could only focus on the noise of utensils scraping your husband's plate. He’s been keeping an eye on you ever since he found you eating empanadas with Miguel. Despite telling him it was a friendly interaction; he held his ground from letting you out. He wouldn’t even let you go to the front yard to tend to your garden which was slowly wilting like yourself. Having enough of the silence, you spoke carefully. “Has anything happened at the station?” Slowly glancing at your husband for his response. “Things have been slow, and I think I might take a week off if this keeps going on. Spending time with my family.” You only look away as he said family while staring at you. You knew what he meant, it just meant to keep an eye on you from speaking with that handsome neighbor of yours. 

After dinner, Rex was fast asleep giving you a chance to wash up the mess used for today's dinner. The loud noise of the tv played behind you signaling your husband was watching his nightly news. You look up hearing something being thrown at your window gently. Upon this, you spotted Miguel waving at you from his fence once you saw him. You smile gently waving as Miguel nods his head over to your backyard. Getting the memo, you grabbed all the trash in the house and collected it in one bag. “I’m going to throw the trash, it's still in the backyard …don’t forget to place it in the front tomorrow before you leave for work.” You call out to your husband. Only to hear a grunt as his response. You quickly walk to the backdoor closing it behind you walking over to the fence. 

Miguel waited on his side of the fence; he was finally able to let that breath he was holding in. He was worried sick about you, not seeing you for days got him worried for your safety along with your son. “Vecinita*, haven’t seen you step out of the house for days” He lets a small smile which makes your heart jump. “My husband has been taking days off, but he returns to work tomorrow” You felt touched that Miguel was worried sick for you. “Tu Hijo*?” He asked, making you wonder what he was asking about before spotting him seeing Rex toys outside getting the idea. “Oh! Rex is doing fine” You assure him, “He had a big dinner so he’s fast asleep.” You wanted to cry in front of him again, he cared about your boy as well. ‘That’s right, he’s a single father’ You reminded yourself mentally. During the night of being comforted, you learned about Miguel’s life and Gabriella’s as well. Miguel lets out a relieved sigh “I’m glad, you don’t deserve this. Not even him, tu niño*” He looked at your house seeing the light of your bedroom turn on. He wanted so badly to dress up as Spider-Man and give your husband a lecture, but it would only make things worse for you. Looking at your window you decided you needed to head in. “I should go” You didn’t want to, but you had to. Throwing the trash away in the trash bin, you look back at Miguel as you walk to the door. “Vecinita, if you ever feel in danger, ven a mí*” He points to his house “My doors are open, siempre*” You smiled and nodded, feeling glad to have someone’s support in this neighborhood. Everyone knows the true side of your husband but never offered a hand because he was a cop. 

You laid in bed next to your husband who snores away in the night. You turn over to him feeling disgusted and hate towards him. You’ve been nothing but a good wife to him only for him to do this. You try to think back on what made him like this, but nothing comes to mind. Sitting up, it was 2am. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight as something was in your mind, or rather someone. Your hot single father neighbor, you wonder how your life would be if you left your husband but quickly shake those thoughts away, Rex. You need to think about your son before your selfish needs. Your boy needed you to stay strong. Then you start to wonder, how? How does Miguel do it being a parent to Gabriella, mostly all by himself. Always seeing him rushed out in the mornings to take her to school before he’s late to work. You smile at the memory. Not only was he a hot man but a kind loving father who loves his daughter to the bone. Looking at your husband, the only time he ever smiles at Rex was when he was born and that was 3 years ago. Your son deserves better that’s for sure. You grabbed your phone and sent a message to your lawyer before laying down. You had enough and you couldn’t thank Miguel enough for helping you into the right path. 

It was morning and you were busy cursing out your husband's name as he forgot to move the trash bin to the front. Trying to pull the heavy bin with one good wheel while holding a toddler was difficult but you couldn’t place your son down fearing he would run into the street. “Let me help!” Stopping, you look over seeing Gabriella put her backpack down running to you. “Good morning, Gabriella” You spoke softly as she grabbed the other handle helping you pull. “Morning! Morning to you too!” She looks at Rex playing his hand making him squeal. Finally putting the bin to the curb, you placed Rex down letting Gabriella grab both his hands and jump with him. You smile at the interaction, Rex never played with anyone as you didn’t like welcoming the other mothers from daycare, scared one of them will find out and report your husband making things worse. 

 “Vecinita* Morning” Miguel walks out locking the door and picks up Gabriella's bag. “Morning” You smile at him taking Rex back in your arms once he is done playing with his little neighbor. “You two should get going, don’t want to be late for work” You look at them as Miguel chuckles “actually, no work for me today. So, there is no rush.”  He picks up his daughter and walks to the car. “ oye*, enjoy your time outside, you need some sun. It’s a beautiful day” he says while helping his daughter in the car. You look at the sun and the bright white clouds. “Yeah, it is, I think I might.” You look at your garden which needs a lot of work done. “Have a nice day at school” You wave at Gabriella before going on with your day. 

You did take his advice, glancing over to your son who you placed in his playpen in the shade while you worked on your flowers. “It’s hot today, isn’t it?” You sat up looking at Rex who only smiles at you playing with his spider-Man toy who your husband hates very much. You only laugh at his goofy mood before going back to cutting off the dead flowers. “Is that a spider-man toy?” Rex looked at the voice before letting out a squeal. You turn over hearing Miguel’s gruff voice. “Back from errands?” You asked before wiping your hands clean “Yeah, he loves it and will bite his father's hand if he tries to take it.” You watched as your son showed Miguel the toy. Miguel smiles “A spider-man fan aren’t you Pequeño*?” He picked up your son and that right there made you know you were doing the right thing. The sight of your son in the arms of another man who wasn’t your husband made you melt. It was radiating warmth that your husband could never whenever he was told to hold his son for pictures. While both of them were distracted, you grabbed your phone looking back at the message of your lawyer. Reading the message they sent, you finally had an answer. 

‘Yes, I’m sure. I want the divorce ‘

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Author Notes: Thank you so much for reading and sorry for any grammar mistakes, I hope you all enjoyed it. Tomorrow, I'll post the last part, it's going to be slightly longer this time! Stay hydrated and keep simping. (Simp City Population :4) *Thank you for the follows and love! * 🥰

Spanish Translation: (Remember some have double meaning or similar meaning) 1. Vecinita: Little Neighbor 2. Tu Hijo: Your son or your boy 3. Tu Niño: Your boy 4. Ven a mí: Come to me 4. Siempre: Always 5. Oye: Hey or listen up 6. Pequeño: Little one (Boy and if added with an s at the end can be referred as little ones.)

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Desert Rose

Chapter 51 ~ Liar

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 4

✧ Word Count : 6k

In this chapter ~ When The Governor makes his surprising return, things quickly go south as the group is faced with yet another loss. One that hits all of them hard. The evil man takes his revenge as he destroys their home bit by bit, forcing all of them to have to fight for their lives to make it out of the warzone. Leading them to be separated from the ones they love most.

I don't even know how long we all stood there frozen, trying to process what just happened around us. But Daryl tugging on my arm to get me to follow him managed to snap me out of the void I was lost in, following him out the door swiftly as I heard Rick and Tyreese were not far behind. The closer we sprinted toward the outside, the more anxious I grew, knowing there was not a single good explanation for that explosion, not one. Something bad was about to happen, I could feel it. And I was praying to God, or whoever was listening, that it wasn't the man I assumed it was, standing right outside our gates.

By the time we pushed past the heavy doors, we saw a small group of our people standing by the fences with tense muscles as they stared out into the distance, Rick yelling at all of them to stand back. They instantly maneuvered around to stand behind one of the walls of the guard tower, still poking their heads out to get a better look at what was going on.

Once I was close enough, I squinted to see vehicles parked on the grass by one of our gates, my eyes scanning the area until they landed on a tank...a fucking tank. I didn't want to look up and see who was standing on top of it, in fear that I would throw up at the sight, but I somehow pushed myself to do it anyway.

And there he was. The man, The Governor, was still alive and well, standing before us with a new group of people to absolutely tear us apart.

I sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of him and that's when his booming voice started to echo around us, "Rick! Come down here! We need to talk!"

His voice was so cold, his stance was rigid, everything about him made me sick. My whole body filled with anger and fear all at once, the fear being for my family's safety as I knew this wouldn't end well. I saw Beth standing close to me and I subconsciously pulled her by her arm, gently tugging her behind me. She seemed to instantly grasp my hand in between her own, her breathing becoming more frantic.

Rick then found his voice to respond, "It's not up to me! There's a council now, they run this place!"

I could tell a wide grin broke out onto his face as he thought about his next words, "Is Hershel on that council?!" he asked wickedly.

One of his people moved not a second later towards a truck, only to bring Hershel out of it with his hands tied behind his back. I gasped as I watched the man shove him to the ground on his knees, a lump forming in my throat at the sight as my chest tightened. Beth gripped my hand tighter if that were even possible, finding myself placing my free hand on Maggie's shoulder, trying to offer her some type of reassurance. She didn't look back at me as her eyes stayed glued to her father, but she placed her hand on top of mine to show she knew I was there. I began to shake my head in disbelief that this was really happening. He couldn't die.

"What about Michonne?!" the man spoke up again, Michonne being pulled out of the same truck only seconds late, set down right beside Hershel on her knees.

A million scenarios started to run through my head on how we could get them both back to us alive, but I couldn't come up with a single one that was realistic. And that's what scared me. We all knew how crazy this man was, he would probably end up killing both of them just for fun whether Rick went down to talk to him or not.

"I don't make decisions anymore!" Rick yelled.

"You're making the decisions today, Rick! Come down here and let's...let's have that talk!" he called out.

Rick stared at him for a moment, slowly backing up a step as his mind ran wild. I then felt the man look at me, as if he was searching for the right move. "What should I do?" he asked me just above a whisper.

I shook my head at him; I didn't have an answer. I didn't want him to go down there and risk his life, but at the same time I didn't want to risk Hershel's and Michonne's either. The gamble he set out was a tough one to read. Though the best thing I could think of was for him to go down and talk to him as he wished, if that meant everyone could live. But that wasn't a guarantee. It never was.

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as I spoke, "You...you go down and talk to him. Keep it peaceful, we need them both alive." I said, trying to hide the shakiness in my voice.

He nodded slowly at me and tried to collect his thoughts, turning to Carl who was just inches away from me. He placed a hand on the side of his son's face and whispered something to him, his voice so quiet that I could barely make it out. Though I could only assume he was reassuring him the best he could.

My eyes then locked with Daryl's who stood only a few inches behind me, biting the inside of his cheek nervously. I was waiting for him to say something, but he couldn't seem to find the words. It was like he didn't want to reassure me and give me false hope, but didn't want to be harsh either even if it was the truth. He just settled with giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze as I attempted to read his mind, nodding mostly to myself as all our eyes fell back on Rick who now made his way out past the fences and into the fields.

I could practically feel the emotions radiating off of Daryl as if he was projecting it himself; and he was terrified.

We all watched as Rick walked painfully slowly up to the gates, knowing he was dreading to speak to the man, not knowing if he would say the right things he wanted to hear. The pressure was put solely on him as to what would happen next but in the back of my mind, I knew that wasn't true. The Governor would do whatever the hell he wanted to do at the end of the day, I just hoped that he would at least consider the things Rick had to say to him.

I noticed Daryl removed his hand from my shoulder, pulling back subtly to talk to Ty and Sasha as if to formulate some kind of plan in case things went wrong. I gently pushed Beth toward Maggie as they both were in some kind of trance, staring at their dad in nothing but worry. I never myself took my eyes away from the scene in front of me, almost as if I couldn't, slowly backing away along with Daryl to figure out whatever move we had left.

"We can't take 'em all on. We'll go through the admin buildin through the woods like we planned, we ain't got the numbers no more." he spoke quietly.

I shook my head, "When was the last time someone checked the stash on the bus?"

"Day before we hit the Big Spot. We were low on rations then, we're lower now." Sasha answered.

"Yeah, we'll manage." Daryl grumbled, "Things go south, everyone heads for that bus. Let everyone know."

Ty spoke up, "What if everybody doesn't know when things go bad? How long do we wait?"

I shook my head, "As long as we can." I said sadly.

I glanced back to where Rick was standing, seeing he now made it close enough to not have to yell back and forth to one another, watching The Govenor's lips moving as he spoke. I squinted my eyes to try and see what was being said, but I was too far away to tell, and they were speaking far too quietly for any of us to pick up. 

My eyes moved away from them again when I felt Daryl's hand on my shoulder once more to grab my attention, "Grab our stuff, get ready to leave."

Deja vu danced over my vision at those few familiar words I had heard before. It took me all the way back to the CDC when the group began to get antsy about the suspicious things Jenner was saying, remembering how he pulled me aside to tell me to get ready to leave, and I did. This time wasn't any different, except for the fact that I wasn't ready to leave the safe place we called home.

I shook my head, "I'm not losing this place."

He grabbed my other shoulder firmly so I would face him, "And m' not losing you," he said seriously, "So, please...just be ready." he quietly pleaded.

I looked at him sadly, subconsciously biting my lip in thought before finally nodding my head. I knew we needed to protect these people's lives before we protected the walls we hid behind for so long. Though I wasn't ready to lose a safe place for Carl or Judith to grow up in, not after I felt like we had finally gotten it back. But I would rather them be alive and on the road than dead right here.

He nodded his head right along with me and pulled me in for a brief kiss on my forehead that told me a thousand things, before pushing me towards the entrance to grab our stuff and alert everyone else inside.

I took off in a sprint, not knowing how much time I had before the peaceful conversation turned into something much more horrifying. Not knowing how much The Governor would actually listen to before his patience grew thinner. Every person I ran into, I briefly told them the plan, wanting them to pass it on to anyone else they saw so it could spread throughout the prison. And couldn't help but frown at everyone's panicked faces when I told them what exactly was happening. All we ever wanted to do was keep these people safe from this man, and now here he was, ringing the doorbell...just like Merle said.

I raced into our cell and packed our things frantically, mostly focusing on the things that were the most important. I packed my sketchbook filled with my little doodles that held more memories anyone could imagine, subconsciously looking down at my hand to make sure my wedding ring was still there, as if it were to ever fall off. I placed all of my throwing knives on me and grabbed my bow and arrows to slip them around my shoulders securely. Grabbing the remaining bags, I rushed back outside, dropping the backpacks off by the door of the prison so we could easily grab them and go if we needed to.

When I approached the others again, I saw everyone now had some kind of automatic weapon on their grasp which only caused my worry to grow. My light footsteps caused a few of them to turn their heads, though relaxing somewhat when they saw it was me, before quickly turning back around to not miss a thing. By the looks of it they were still just talking, but that could change at any time, we all had to acknowledge that by now. 

Daryl slowly backed up close to me with a revolver and a machine gun behind his back. "Here." he muttered, pushing me to take both as I placed one securely behind my back, taking the machine gun tightly in my hands.

He turned around to see I didn't have our bags, but I spoke before he could ask, "They're by the prison door that leads to our cellblock. Figured we could grab them easier that way, and just run if we need to."

He nodded, "Alright."

We both looked back to Rick, and I could feel him protectively wrap an arm around my waist as we all waited in anticipation. I didn't want to get my hopes up, in fear that it would all go to shit if I thought such foolish things, so instead I tried to just focus on the people I cared so deeply about.

I thought about Hershel, how much he did for me over the past week when I was deathly ill, and even all the way back to the farm when he saved my life. He's always been so caring and would do just about anything for anyone, and he didn't deserve to die like this. Though I quickly shook my head at the thought. He wasn't going to die. He had a chance.

I then thought about Michonne, how I was the first person she really trusted in this group. How I was the only one who could get answers out of her, become closer with her, and accept her though she was once a complete stranger. She didn't deserve this either, not at all, especially not when she's been busting her ass for the past six months to find this motherfucker. Subconsciously she always knew that he was still alive and waiting. Waiting for his chance of revenge.

I tapped my foot anxiously at how long it was taking, sighing in frustration as I made my way closer to the fence to line up my machine gun, ready to shoot if I needed to. The gun loaded a chamber of bullets loudly as I adjusted it, hearing shuffling from next to me and looked to see everyone else following suit with my actions as if they too were thinking the same thing.

"We have to do something." Carl whispered over to me, lining up his gun just as I was as he squinted to aim.

"Yer dad's got it," Daryl answered for me.

The boy sighed, "They're talking. We could kill The Governor right now."

"From fifty yards?" I turned to ask.

"I'm a good shot. I could end this right now." he assured.

I shook my head at him, "I don't care how good of a shot you are; we wait." I said sternly, not taking my eyes off The Governor.

"Rose, you want to do it just as bad as I do." he attempted to convince, "We can't let them die."

I sighed deeply, "Be patient. I don't want to shoot and start something else, that alone could cause a war."

"Ya gotta trust him." Daryl spoke up again, gesturing toward Rick as they continued to have their discussion.

I could see The Governor's lips stop moving through the scope, only assuming Rick had the floor now, but all I could see was the man getting more and more frustrated which caused me to tighten my grip on my gun. I aimed right at his forehead and watched his movements very carefully, suddenly realizing just how right Carl was, how easy it would be just to put a bullet in his head.

But I stopped myself and thought about how many people would die if that happened. How both Hershel and Michonne would die certainly, Rick potentially going down right along with them. We couldn't take that chance no matter how much we were all thinking it.

Suddenly my breath hitched in my throat as I saw The Govenor jump off of the tank and make his way over to grab something from one of his men. When he came back into view, he had Michonne's sword held tightly in his grasp, bringing it up to Hershel's throat. My eyes widened slightly, and I heard Maggie and Beth begin to cry, noticing even Rick faltered at the sight even though none of us could see his face.

I shook my head, contemplating again about just killing the son of a bitch. My vision started to blur however, and I quickly realized that my own eyes were filling up with tears just at the mere sight of Hershel having something sharp and uncomfortable right at his throat. I didn't want to hear the screams of everyone, I didn't want to hear the cries of his two daughters, and I didn't even want to think about the loss.

My eyes panned over to Hershel to see his face, seeing he was looking up at all of us with a small smile and that alone could've made me break down right then and there. But I couldn't. Because he wasn't going to die. He wouldn't. I kept telling myself that over and over because of how much I desperately wanted it to be true, manifesting it as much as I could so the universe could hear me for once.

Relief then washed over me like a bucket of cold water as I saw the sword being slowly taken back from Hershel's face. I looked back up to see that The Governor was taking in Rick's words very seriously and thoughtfully, and hope began to bloom in my chest. Whatever he was saying, it was working.

Hershel looked back to Rick, and I saw how proud he had become at the words flowing out of his mouth. I felt myself loosen my grip on the gun in my hands, looking through the scope to The Govenor once more and saw how serious his face was as he processed Rick's speech.

Though his face remained stone cold, glancing from Hershel to right back up at Rick as his expression never changed. "Liar. "

My heart stopped as I read his lips. And that's when everything moved in slow motion.

The Governor quickly gripped the sword tightly and swung it towards Hershel's throat to cut him deeply, not enough to take his whole head off, but to leave him to suffer as he bled out. My eyes went wide as Rick didn't hesitate to yell, taking out his gun to fire at the man as he quickly ran backwards.

"No!" I screamed, gripping my gun tightly as I began to fire bullet after bullet at his people, not missing one time. They all started to drop like flies, taking out one after another though there was a lot of them, barely making a dent no matter how good my aim was. I heard both Maggie and Beth sob and scream for their father and it made my heart break even more. I couldn't bring myself to look at them.

Not a single person hesitated to start shooting from around me as well, Daryl letting out an angry grunt before hitting a few of his men directly in the forehead. I watched as Michonne rolled effortlessly to dodge all of the bullets flying around, covering her as best as I could as I shot the few people that were still surrounding her.

"Fuck!" I screamed as I kept firing, saying it over and over again to myself like a prayer. I didn't want to process that he was gone, I didn't want to believe it, my brain couldn't even wrap around the idea.

I saw that Rick made it safely back behind the bus but cried out in pain as he had been shot somewhere in the leg. He couldn't stand up as he kept leaning back to shoot at them, ducking back behind the vehicle as he briefly looked over his injured leg. A lump formed in my throat as I kept firing one bullet after another, but I couldn't cry, not now. That would only distract me, when I needed to make sure none of these assholes made it out alive.

My eyes widened in sudden shock as The Governor made his way back on top of the tank, watching as it began to move forward and take down the fences, "That son of a bitch is coming in! We need to move now!" I yelled at my family around me before turning back and firing a few more times.

Harshly grabbing Carl's arm, I called for Daryl to follow me as we made our way towards the guard tower we could hide behind. Watching as his men now got into the various cars as they made their way closer to the building. I separated myself from the boys so we could cover more ground, quickly shooting through the windshields at the drivers coming closer to us, anger clouding my vision.

The tank began to fire at the prison as it inched closer, glass breaking and concrete crumbling from all around me as it began to destroy everything. I looked back to see the damage that they caused and noticed some of the people from Woodbury coming out with guns to help us. I turned back and kept shooting and tried to aim for The Govenor, but he always seemed to have some bitch with him to block any of the bullets, and if that one died, he would call a new one over.

My eyes then glanced to see Ty walking closer to try and get a better shot, "Ty! Move!" I yelled at him, and he ducked right as a bullet flew just past his head. He looked back and gave me a grateful nod before popping back up and shooting again.

I scanned around the area to see who I could find, noticing quickly that Beth was missing, causing my heart to drop to the pit of my stomach. But I could only assume she ran off somewhere safe, knowing that she was smart enough to get away on her own. Just then Maggie rushed over towards me, avoiding all the gunfire as her back then leaned up against the wall right next to my figure.

"Where's Beth?" I asked over the gunfire.

"She ran towards the bus, she's safe." she said without taking her eyes off our surroundings, maneuvering around the giant wall to shoot.

I nodded and swallowed thickly, trying not to think about what I witnessed just moments ago, sensing she was doing the same thing with her cheeks soaked in tears. But she quickly perked up, looking even more panicked than before as she realized something.

"Glenn...Glenn's in the prison, I have to go get him." she said frantically.

My eyes widened and I nodded my head quickly, "Get him out of there, I'll cover you."

She nodded in appreciation and looked up momentarily before running back to the building as I looked up to shoot anyone who was aiming her way. I killed about two other men before I had to duck down once again, bullets flying over my head and missing me by a hair.

My eyes glanced back over to where Daryl and Carl once were, but my heart stopped when I saw that they were gone. A harsh breath passed my lips as I raised my gun to shoot a few more times before running towards the prison doors where I left our bags. I scanned around to see his was still there and I didn't know if I should feel relieved or even more worried.

He could be dead, or he could still be here fighting, I had no idea either way. But I found I couldn't focus on it for too long. My ears then perked up when I suddenly heard my name being called amongst all the chaos, but it wasn't a deep southern accent like Daryl's, it was much higher pitched. Recognizing it immediately as I scanned through the crowds of people for her bright blonde hair.

"Rose!" Beth called out to me, and I turned just in time to see her sprinting in my direction. I quickly pulled her by the arm so we could block ourselves from view behind the prison wall before I uttered a word to her. Once we were safe enough for a few moments I pulled her in for a brief hug before pulling back quickly with my hands on her shoulders as I looked her over.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I asked frantically.

She shook her head, "No, no, I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay." I repeated back to her, "Honey," I gently put my hand on the side of her face so she would pay attention, "You need to get everyone on the bus, okay? Get everyone ready to go."

She shook her head more harshly, "Come with me."

"No, I can't, I have to find Daryl. I have to make sure he's okay." I spoke.

"I can't- I can't leave you." she said, tears pooling in her eyes from all the overwhelming events.

"You can." I said calmly and brought her in for another tight squeeze, "Now you need to get all the kids, all the old people on this bus, okay?" I paused, "I love you." I whispered, trying to keep myself together.

She nodded her head, "I love you too."

I pulled away quickly with a nod, "You stay safe, you hear me? Stay safe." I said before loading my gun and turning around the corner to shoot at anyone who made it too close, noticing the amount of smoke that now filled the air.

Her hesitant and slow footsteps finally ran off towards the bus, but not without looking back to me a few times which broke my heart even more. But I pushed all of that aside to try and find Daryl, scanning around at the hundreds of people for what felt like the millionth time to try and spot his familiar frame. I knew he was smart, he was the smartest goddamn man I knew, but everyone gets unlucky sometimes. And all I could do was pray that luck was still on his side.

Exhaling a breath to prepare myself, I ran back out into the chaos cautiously and came face to face with a woman I didn't recognize, quickly shooting her in the head without a second thought. I made my way past the broken gates and noticed that the tank pushed through the last fence before the prison, The Governor's people now spread out everywhere to attack us.

My eyes were then drawn to two men shooting automatic gunfire at something in the distance, backing up slightly as my eyes widened once I recognized who it was. Daryl managed to peer around the corner, attempting to shoot at them though it was hard as it was two against one. The men didn't seem to notice me from a few feet away, so I quickly cocked my gun silently and easily firing at them both, watching them fall dead, before taking off in a sprint toward him.

He poked his head up confused as to why the bullets stopped, but then he saw me, and instant relief washed over his face. I made it over behind the makeshift wall he was hiding behind and he quickly pulled me in for a bone crushing hug. I laughed lightly at the gesture as a few tears welled in my eyes, seeing for myself that he was really okay and alive. That's all I could bring myself to care about right now.

He then pulled back and took my face in his hands. "Ya okay?" he asked, scanning my face for any obvious injuries.

I nodded, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said gruffly before pulling me in for a quick kiss, but it didn't last long seeing as more people spotted us from behind the wall and Daryl let out an annoyed grunt before raising his gun to shoot at them. I followed his actions, but was surprised to see they were already dead on the ground before I could even bat an eye.

"Damn...you work fast." I breathed.

He smirked for a split second before more gunfire echoed around us, but instead of fighting back, he pulled me back down behind the metal, "It's too dangerous for ya to be here!" he yelled over the shots, "I need ya to get yer stuff and get somewhere safe. I can't risk losin ya out here!"

I shook my head immediately, "No, no way, I'm staying right here. Who knows if we'll find each other again?"

"I need ya safe Rosie... please." he begged softly, seeing in his eyes he didn't want to let me go, but then again, he didn't want me dead either.

I found myself very conflicted, seemingly still looking unsure as he spoke again, "I'll find ya...I promise. Even if it means trackin ya for the rest of my fuckin life. Ya run into the woods, ya get on that bus, do whatever ya gotta do to get yourself safe...and I'll find ya."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked, flinching slightly at the loud pops.

He placed his hand on the side of my face, "Cause I'm a damn good tracker. And I will. not. stop. till I find ya."

I knew he meant every word and even though every part of me was screaming to disagree and tell him no, the shots were only growing closer, and I didn't have much of a choice. I slowly nodded my head as a few tears fell from my eyes, blurring my vison as I tried desperately to look at him for as long as I could. He swallowed his emotions as he pulled me into him one last time.

"I love ya... so much." he whispered, placing a lingering kiss on my forehead.

"I love you too." I whispered back and kissed him once more, "I will see you again."

His eyes flickered with the familiarity, nodding his head quickly whilst repeating the phrase right back to me, "I will see ya again."

I nodded once more, pulling away with a heavy heart to run in the other direction while he rose to his full height, firing his gun to cover me. I sprinted all the way back to the door of the cellblock and grabbed my things, shooting at anyone who got in my way as I squinted through the smoke. From where I was, I couldn't see anyone I recognized, just a shit ton of walkers that now began to flood through the open gates as they were drawn into the noise. Like moths to a flame.

My head whipped back up once I heard the sound of the bus peeling out of the fences, leaving tire marks behind on the pavement with how fast they were going. Shit. I quickly forgot about that plan, scanning the area instead to try and find some sort of opening that led straight to the woods and away from the disaster. My machine gun clicked as I shoved through the herd of flesh eating monsters, tossing it carelessly to the side as I grabbed the revolver from my belt and shot any more that were in my way.

Though I was still hesitant, calling Daryl's name through all the noise one final time, but there was no response to my voice. I groaned in frustration, not having any more time to wait around as more walkers began to take notice of me. So, I ran.

Sprinting towards the trees, I tried desperately not to think of the things I was leaving behind, not wanting to think about all the things we had now lost. My feet carried me faster than I've ever ran before, avoiding walkers and careful not to trip over the countless dead bodies lying around the fields that were once fenced in. The concrete walls that protected many families, including my own, were now blown to bits and crumbling more and more. And walkers took over from everywhere as they were following the sound of the gunfire, seeing the smoke that started to rise.

I felt like I was running for hours before I finally stopped to catch my breath, but I didn't expect for my legs to completely give out, collapsing onto my knees in the dirt from exhaustion. I laid down flat on my back to try and control my ragged breaths, long minutes passing by before I felt that I could breathe normally again.

My eyes scanned the area around me as I slightly sat up, pausing when I saw a little creek sitting in the middle of the forest. I shakily removed my bag and bow and arrows from my back, slowly making my way over to get a drink and splash some of the water on my face.

But as soon as the cold liquid hit my cheeks, it was like I was snapped out of my daze, and everything started to come crashing back to me. I felt my shoulders slump as soft sobs started to come out of my mouth, tears beginning to stream down my face. I had just lost everything. Everything was ripped away from me in a matter of minutes, not knowing what to do now that I was completely alone. I didn't know where any of the others were, I didn't even know if any of them made it out alive.

But one thing I knew for sure; we lost Hershel, and I couldn't stop thinking about the last small smile he had on his face in his final moments. He looked so hopeful, so proud, too good for this world. My sobs only grew louder at the thought of him, and I couldn't seem to calm down, thinking back to the last things that we said to each other.

"I love you...I just want you safe and healthy. I'm allowed to worry."

He hugged me and told me he loved me. That was one of the last things we said to each other and a part of me felt relieved. I thought that those might've been just about the best last words you could ever say to someone; that you love them. Although he shouldn't have died at all, I was at least a little thankful that I told him how much I appreciated him, how much I cared about him. But it dawned on me that I never saw him again face to face after that, which only made my shoulders shake more at the thought.

However, I quickly took my head out of my hands and wiped the remaining tears from my eyes. No crying. I had to mourn his death, but not now. Not when my family was still out there possibly alive. I shook my head; they were alive, I just had to find them. I wasn't the best tracker the world has ever seen, but I was still determined, and that had to count for something. Especially when I wasn't even close to giving up now.

I quickly stood back up to my full height and went over to gather up my things, grabbing a hair tie to get my hair up and off of my neck, but when I went to take the purple clip out, I felt it wasn't there. My eyes scanned around at the dirt and mud around me for a moment before I cursed under my breath as it must've fallen out. But that was far from important as I picked up the rest of my things, now gluing my eyes to the ground to look for any types of footprints.

I scanned the dirt over and over but all I could see were walker tracks, easily deciphering them from someone alive because of how messy their pattern was. Like drunk humans. I wasn't able to see anything out of the ordinary as I started to move completely out of the area, but suddenly, there was another set that caught my eye.

There in the dirt were two sets of tracks, one was messy, whilst the other seemed to be in a straight line. I furrowed my brows in confusion, but this could easily be someone from the group, maybe one of them was hurt while the other one supported them as they walked. It was worth a shot to follow; so I did.

I found myself leaving my own tracks behind, making sure they were visible so if Daryl...when Daryl found them, I would be easier to find. I just prayed I could find him soon as the worry began to set in. Though I tried to stay focused, following the lingering path that was left behind and heading into the unknown.

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[klbwriting]

Adventures In Atlantean-Sitting

Chapter 6

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: mild violence

Summary: Orm goes to help and finds some evidence of who might be framing him

Orm ran back to the pier, YN following him. She called his name and he stopped, looking at her. He couldn’t get through the turnstiles with the bracelet on. She looked at him, conflicted for a moment. Would he run again? Use this as a reason to leave her behind like everyone else did?

“There are people who need help,” he said. She nodded, coming to her senses. She released the bracelet, taking it with her. Orm jumped over the fence to the park easily now, taking off into the wreck while YN stood out front, helping those who were escaping get to the help.

Orm skidded to a stop, seeing Atlantean soldiers firing weapons. They were wearing strange gloves. He studied them and realized they were pieces of his old suits. That’s where they were getting the DNA from. He noted that down for Arthur later and dove into the fray. He tried to avoid fighting at first, wanting to get as many people out as he could. He slid behind game stalls, cardboard cutouts, direction signs, anything so he wouldn’t be seen for the moment. He found a family about to be crushed from a falling awning, he lifted it and sent them away. He then found one of the rides, stopped, the operator having been hit and unable to move. He tore open the restraints, getting them off and sending them out. As he was going to the swing ride, he heard one of the soldiers call out to him. He turned and barely dodged the blast.

“Orm Marius, you are under arrest,” he called. Orm glared.

“For what?” he asked. There was a list of things, but he wasn’t the one attacking right now.

“For this attack and for the attack in the city proper,” he answered. Orm could see the smug look on the soldier’s face. He really thought he had done something great here, maybe he would get a promotion for this. Orm shook his head. Not today he wouldn’t. Orm held up his hands, pretending to be coming towards them. He knew they were just going to shoot him, would be easier bringing back a body instead of a living Atlantean. He waited until he saw the charge starting, then he ran right at him. The soldier was surprised, grip slipping on the weapon. Orm took the moment to slide just a little to the right, the weapon firing wide, him able to grab it from the solder’s hands, turning it and hitting him in the helmet with it. The protective screen shattered, and the soldier was forced to retreat to the water before he suffocated. The other two soldiers were ready, already firing. He winced as one of the shots grazed his side. These wounds would take longer to heal than the ones he got on the surface. He felt some burning also but ignored it as he fired the weapon back at the soldier. His hit was true, sending the soldier into a food stall. The final attacker, clearly realizing he was in trouble, dropped his weapon, holding up his hands. Orm didn’t lower his weapon.

“Take off the gloves,” Orm said. The soldier did as instructed. “Take your friend and get back to Atlantis, tell whoever is sending you here to leave me alone. I am not coming back there.” The soldier nodded, looking surprised. All the stories they heard about Orm was that he was bloodthirsty, that he had no mercy for anyone. Why was he sparing all of them? The soldier gathered the other and they went back to the water.

“Orm!” YN yelled, running up to him. He turned to face her, glad to see her safe. He motioned to the gloves on the ground.

“We need to get those to Arthur…and this weapon…” he wasn’t sure what happened next, everything went black.

Arthur arrived at YN’s cottage as the sun was rising the next morning. He brought Atlanna with him to help with Orm’s wounds. The queen had spent some time since coming back helping with the sick and injured in Atlantis and he hoped she would know what was wrong. Orm had a fever, the gash in his side wasn’t healing and was turning a strange shade of green. YN knew it was infected but they didn’t have the same medicines on the surface. As Atlanna went to help Orm in the bedroom YN led Arthur to her shed behind the house.

“He said to bring these back from the attack,” she explained, showing him the gloves and the weapons. “I’m not sure why, but I think they’re evidence that he isn’t the one doing this.” Arthur nodded and then looked at her. She knew she looked back. She hadn’t slept and her eyes were red and raw from crying. She couldn’t hold still either, feeling like she needed to do something but all she could do was stand there. She kept inadvertently using her power to find Orm even though she knew where he was, and it was draining.

“What’s been happening while he’s been here?” Arthur asked, putting the evidence in his bag carefully so not to damage them. YN debated being completely honest with him, but what was the point in lying?

“Well, he tried to run away first, I used the bracelet on him after that and I don’t know, we’ve just been, together,” she said. “Its so basic, we hang out, watch tv, cook together, go to the movies or the diner, talk. Do you know he’s funny? Like honestly, really funny in a dry kind of way. And he can sing, angelic voice on that man, and last night…he saw people, surface dwellers, in danger and he was so worried about them, had to run back to save them. I wished I could have kept up with him, but he ran and people were coming out and the ambulance arrived so instead of staying with him I went to help the others and now he’s in there hurt.”

“Its not your fault, he knew what he was doing,” Arthur said. She made a frustrated noise.

“I know it’s not my fault, but he’s been trying so hard to be good, to not be who he was and now someone is fucking with that progress he’s made. And why? You know that we were volunteering this week at a soup kitchen? He keeps saying he wants to make up for what he did, for the surface at least, because he can’t fix what he did in Atlantis, so we were starting there…its not fair!” she said. She knew she sounded like a toddler, but she hated to see him like this, hated not knowing what might happen to him. Arthur reached out and hugged her to him.

“He’ll be ok, mom knows what she’s doing, and we have some evidence of tampering, maybe we can do something with it, throw the investigation in another direction,” he said. “And maybe once he’s up and about again you can get back to your basic married life.” YN let out a hoarse laugh at that before nodding. He let her go and they headed inside. Atlanna was waiting for them.

“He’s going to be fine, there was a poison lace in the water that they shot him with, I was able to give him the antidote once I figured out what it was. He just needs a day or two of rest,” she said. YN nodded and went into the bedroom. Orm was awake, groggy but awake.

“Hi,” YN said, sitting next to him on the bed. He immediately put his head in her lap, hugging her legs gently. He had been having horrible nightmares about her being taken from him, hurt because of him. He needed her close and she didn’t mind, fingers brushing his hair back from his face.

“You’re safe,” he said softly. She chuckled as his words slurred.

“I am, and so are you,” she said back. He nodded. “Get some rest, I’ll stay with you.” She waved to Arthur and Atlanna as they left and didn’t move for the rest of the day.

[justtwotired]

Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

Part 1, Part 2

Your pov:

I looked at my phone, mustering up the courage to take it in my hands and sent a tekst to Lloyd. He had told me to sent him a date, but would he still be able to come if that date was today?

Fuck it, I’m just going it text him.

You

Hi!

I put my phone back down, now to wait for a response. My phone then went of and I yanked it of the table.

Lloyd

Hey :)

You

You told me I could send you a date to hang out, would today work?

Lloyd

You aren’t very good at planning, are you?

But sure, I don’t have much else to do.

You

Damn, don’t need to type it out like that😪

Kidding, can we meet at the park?

Lloyd

Yeah, see you there in twenty?

You

See you in twenty!

Twenty? TWENTY? I definitely had to hurry if I wanted to make it in twenty.

I rushed upstairs, quickly putting on my make up. Downstairs, I grabbed my pack of gum from the table and shoved it in the pocket of my hoodie.

“Bye mum, I’m going to the park with a friend.” I quickly said and kissed her on the cheek. “Be back by six! Me and your father will be out I need you to watch over Ace and Charlotte because the nanny is sick!”

“Alright!” I called back and then closed the door behind me.

I ran to the park, somehow managing to do that on my rather high heels.

I jumped the park fence, not caring to get to the entrance and looked at my phone. Twenty five minutes, it’s fine.

You

A bit late but I’m here, where are you?

Lloyd

I’m at the food stall

You

See you there in a minute

I put my phone away and made my way to the food stall, sitting in front of Lloyd who had taken place at one of the tables.

“Did you run?” He asked amused. “I’m a good runner, believe me, but my house is far away from the park, and my dads got the car and I didn’t want to bother the driver.” I said out of breath, making him raise his eyebrows.

“Driver, huh?” He said and I shrugged. “Yeah, my parents are pretty well off.”

He just smiled before looking behind him for a moment.

“I’m for a drink?” He asked getting up and I smiled, also making way to get up. “Hey, sit back down, I’ll get it.” He assured and I smiled and sat back down.

“Alright then, a passion fruit smoothie.” I said and gave him a five dollar bill. He looked at it unamused and turned away to get the drinks.

When he got back I was glaring at him. “What?” He asked with a laugh, putting the smoothie in front of me. “You didn’t have to pay for my drink.” I said.

“I know, but I don’t care.” He said and I chuckled. “Alright I guess, seems like I’ll be paying for lunch.” And I took a sip of my smoothie.

“We’ll see about that.” He said with a challenging tone of voice, making me give him a wicked grin. It was silent for a moment, it wasn’t awkward or anything, but somehow I just didn’t like it, but what do I say?

“So, you hang out in the park a lot?” Lloyd broke the silence and I almost let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, mostly with my friends to skate, I spent most of my free time here, and other wise I’m around in the city,” I shrugged with a small smile.

“And you? What do you do?” I asked, actually quite interested. I’m not always that interested in strangers, there was just something about him… something enchanting.

It probably where those damned green, beautiful eyes.

“Oh, I mostly just hang around with my friends, and I train a lot, my life is really not that interesting.” He let out a small laughs and I looked at him intrigued, I highly doubted his life to be uninteresting.

I decided not to comment on it and brush past it. “What kind of training do you do, then?” I asked instead and he shrugged. “Just work outs and stuff,” he shrugged.

“I can see that.” I mumbled before realising what I said and quickly looking away, probably blushing like mad, making him laugh. “You’re not that smooth, are you?” He teased and I glared at him.

“I can be!” I insisted. “Mhm, sure.” He winked at me, making me stick out my tongue.

We spent the afternoon together, he was actually really funny. “Want to go get lunch now?” He asked and I nodded, being really hungry.

“Yes please, where do you want to go?” I asked and he thought for a moment, before a sly grin spread across his face.

“What about Harvey’s? They bake fresh bread every afternoon.” He said and somewhere in me, it felt like he knew, but that’s ridiculous, we weren’t on the news or something.

I laughed nervously, looking around me. “Well, we could, but uhh, what do you think of that cafe over there,” I pointed at a small cafe at the end of the street. “Freshly baked buns.” I read of the sign and he shrugged with a small smile.

“Whatever your majesty wants.” He said making me playfully hit his shoulder.

“Aren’t you hilarious?” I asked dryly.

Lloyd pov:

We finished our lunch, it was pretty funny to see her struggle to make an excuse when I asked why she didn’t want to go to Harvey’s.

Part of me wondered why I was here, she did steal from a shop, and though it where only skittles, I had no idea how much her friends stole and how much she did it.

Was it only supermarkets she stole from? Or did she also steal way more expensive stuff?

We finished our lunch and she glanced around, without saying much.

“Are we done? Do you want anything more to drink?” She asked with a kind smile. I shook my head no. “I’m fine, do you want anything else?” I asked and she shook her head aswel.

Part of me expected her to either grab my arm and bolt out of the store, or leave me here and do the same.

She then smiled at me, stood up and walked to the counter. “Hi, can I pay here?” She asked and the barista smiled. “Yes, of course, you sat at the window there, right?” She questioned making Y/n nod.

The counter was a quite far away, if it weren’t for my heightened senses, I wouldn’t be able to hear them, so I knew she wasn’t trying to make a good impression on me.

“That would be 18.65, do you want to pay cash or card?” The barista looked up. “Oh, make that 24, and card, please,” she said before hesitating. “This tip does still go to you if I pay by card right?” She asked and the barista just smiled a genuine smile and nodded.

Y/n payed and then looked at me with a ‘ready to go?’ Look. I got up, took out plates and left them in the counter.

“Thank you,” I waved at the girl behind the counter. “Have a nice weekend!” Y/n added quickly.

“So, where do you want to go next?” I asked and she seemed to be thinking hard, and she gave me a shy look, which I definitely hadn’t been expecting.

“Would you find me boring if I I’d say the library?” She asked and I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Of course not, though this is rather unexpected, I have to be honest,” I admitted as I walked my way to the library.

“Yeah well, I’m one of this people that hated school but loved reading. The cold season is coming meaning I won’t get that much customers at my work, I mostly read there in the winter.” She told me.

“Oh, where do you work?” I asked intrigued. “Just a coffee shop, pretty fun actually, not that much colleagues, I’m there every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon.” She informed me. “Great coffee there honestly, my boss is pretty chill so I can just grab some when I want.” There was a twinkle in her eyes and I felt a strange feeling in my stomach.

“Sounds good, you should sent me the adres, I’ll stop by sometime.” I winked making her look the other way. “Sure.” She said and I grinned.

When we walked into the library, she immediately knew where to go and I hid back my smile as she went trough the books.

When we did leave, she carried a bag with three books and a giddy smile on her face. “Where to now?” I asked her and she looked up at the sky.

“It is getting quite late… our nanny is sick so I have to watch my two little siblings this evening,” she said and I smiled. “I’ll bring you home then, if that’s alright with you.” She nodded and i walked her home.

“We should do this again sometime, I really enjoyed it.” She admitted, “I-if you want to, of course,” she quickly said and I smiled down at her.

“I enjoyed it to, we do really have to hang out another time.” I said.

“This is me, here.” She stopped in front of a huge house, I didn’t expect she’d actually live in this neighbourhood when we entered. Sure, she said she was well of, but I didn’t know that meant she was rich.

“I’ll see you another time then,” I winked at her before leaving with a small wave. “Bye!” I heard her say before she opened the big gate to enter the property of her house.

Your pov:

When I opened the door, I was met with my father who grinned at the sight of me. “Ah, if it isn’t my beautifully girl!” He said and I smiled at him, not having seen him since he’d been gone on a business trip.

“Hi, dad.” I said and hugged him tightly, making him hug me back.

“Have you been training in my absence?” He asked and I nodded. “A bit, not to much, but I’ll get back to it.” I promised.

He was the one where I got my powers to create illusions from. Every Sunday he’d train me to fight so I could protect myself and my siblings if it was ever needed.

“Your mother and I are leaving for a dinner party, chef is almost finished with dinner for the three of you, alright, take care of your siblings.” He kissed the top of my head and headed for the car parked in front of the house.

When I entered the house, my mother was rushing down the stairs, she gave me a quick hug before also heading for the car.

I chuckled and headed upstairs to my little sisters room. She was peacefully sleeping but it was time for dinner, so, with a lot of bravery I woke her up.

She cried, of course. It took a while to calm her down and then I carried her downstairs.

I entered the dining room and smiled at two of the staff where putting down our plates.

My little brother Ace was playing games on his phone while I was putting down Charlotte in her chair.

“Ace, no phones at the table.” I said and he groaned. “Come one, N/n, mom and dad aren’t here!” He said and I gave him a look.

“Eat your food, little demon, you can play games after.” I smiled and he rolled his eyes but put his phone away anyway.

[i-write-things]

How Elliott comforts a farmer that feels like trash

(Feelin' like absolute shit today, so I will write about how Elliott comforts farmer feeling like shit for comfort.)

Omg. He is super good at making you feel better, no matter the reason.

If you're having a bad day, he is really good with his words, so he always knows what to say. Maybe he'll read you some poetry he wrote about you. Whether it's feeling bad about the way you look, act, or feel, he knows exactly how to make it better.

If someone else made you feel that way, that person better prepare for a very strongly worded letter. No one disrespects his hard working, lovely farmer like that. And if this isn't the first case, he's a little upset that you didn't tell him, but never really upset at you. More so at the person who is being an ass. Who in this entire valley could be so mean to such a precious person? And if he finds out that even after his strongly worded letter it still wasn't the last time you've been bullied, well...

Let's just say Elliott isn't only good with words of flattery. He can also intimate as well. And have you seen those arms? How he easily fixes those fences? How he easily repaired that log cabin? My man is a gentleman, and would not hesitate to slap someone. (as long as that someone is a male. If it's a female, he'd get Leah to do him a favor, haha.) But he doesn't do anything past that. He doesn't want to go to jail, so he might just contact authorities for harassment.

If you woke up feeling like garbage, he does his best to take stress off of you. He'll help around extra with the farm, and even share a pomegranate or two with you, since those always make him feel better! Maybe if you're feeling terrible on the lighter side, he might pour you a glass of wine, but not too much. He wants you to feel better, not risk starting a dependency.

If you're feeling sick, well he's good at that, too. when he was living in his cabin, he only had himself to take care of on sick days. So he knows exactly what to do. He ties his hair up into his hard working ponytail that he only uses when fixing fences or in the writing zone, and he nurses you back to health. He tucks you in, takes care of the farm, doesn't let you leave the bed, gives you medicine from Harvey, ect. If things get bad enough, he might call the clinic. Though, that's only if you're married. He's a little germaphobic, so he'll be a little more concerned for his own health and getting sick if your only dating.

All in all, 10/10. Would recommend my beach hermit pomegranate man with mermaid hair.

[doberbutts]

My parents are here visiting and also helping me build my actual fence and due to our parents' age my siblings and I have this unspoken agreement between us to call each other when our parents travel to visit, so my sister calls me about an hour after they were scheduled to arrive to make sure they actually reached my house safely (they did)

And mind you I haven't actually spoken to my sister with voice for more than a year. We primarily text each other once a week or so. So our conversation goes like this:

Me: hey [redacted] what's up

Her: whoa. Am I on speaker phone?

Me: no?

Her: holy shit your voice is deep as fuck now what the hell

Me: yeah it's been about 10 months

Her: so when are you getting your boobs chopped off [she is joking this is typical sibling humor between us]

Me: consult in October and we'll go from there

Her: hell yeah and then you can get a sick chest piece, I'll get you numbing cream to make it easier for you

Me: haha yeah I'm planning to do that to cover the scars, doesn't make any sense to do it right now anyway

Her: oh yeah are mom and dad there

Me: yes I'm looking directly at them

Her: cool ok well please don't let dad chop off any additional fingers since at this point he only has 9 and 1/4 left [he does, in fact, only have 9.25 fingers due to accidentally cutting off large portions of his fingers two seperate times while using a saw, and we have tormented him endlessly for it]

Me: I'll have you know he handled a saw earlier today and did not in fact cut off any more of his fingers

Her: well there's still time, he has 4 more days up there to do something stupid

[dakotalun]

Want Part 2 | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: PART 2-- Eddie hangs out with someone and you confront him about it. Eddie shows up again with a surprise.

warnings: oral (f. receiving), praise kink, pet names (good boy, baby, ma'am, babe), sub!eddie, fingering, swearing

word count: 2.9k

a/n: been a whole month...whoopsies. But I am coming back with a nice and long fic for y'all. I also have a few things in the works that will be multi parted. I hope y'all enjoy and have an amazing day!! :)

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

Eddie's been gone for what feels like hours, I’m completely broken and hurt while he's probably off with Chrissy again. Out of all the things I could've done today, I chose to ruin my relationship. I slowly raise to my feet but upon seeing the plate that Eddie had haphazardly thrown to the counter I start to feel sick. I rush to the bathroom and throw up.

Hours pass by. I'm sitting on the cold bathroom floor, refusing to move. I've thrown up twice since Eddie left me, once when I realized what he had been doing for most of the day and again after throwing up everything that was in my stomach. He still hasn't called or texted me. I really fucked this up. And I have no clue how I'm going to fix it.

My stomach tightens again as I feel another wave of vomit come up. And that's how I spend the night, laying on the bathroom floor occasionally barfing as I cry over Eddie. I can't believe I've made such a big mistake.

I wake up the next morning feeling drained and exhausted. The events from last night are still fresh in my mind and I can't seem to get myself out of bed. I turn over, a sliver of hope that Eddie came home last night. But all I find is the empty, cold space where he should be. I grab my phone from the nightstand and check for any messages, nothing. A sigh leaves my mouth as I come to the full conclusion that I should maybe leave for a while, this was Eddie's trailer first after all.

I peel myself out of the sheets and trudge to the bathroom. Getting back I search the messy closet we share for my duffel bag, finding it under a mess of dirty clothes and an old amp Eddie keeps saying he'll throw out. I pick out some comfortable jeans and a few t-shirts, stuffing them into the bag and slipping my feet into a pair of sneakers.

After grabbing my phone charger and headphones I grab the keys from the counter and walk outside. A cold gust of wind blows in my face as the seasons change from summer to fall. I plug my headphones in but just as I'm about to put them on I hear a loud boom of music coming from the street entrance of the trailer park.

I look up to see none other than Eddie driving his van, music blasting and flowing through the open windows. He's driving with little regard for anything around him, nearly hitting the neighbor's fence before parking. He shuts the van off and hops out, stumbling slightly. Yeah he's clearly drunk, or at least he was at some point since I last saw him. His face is red and slightly swollen, stains line his face from tears.

He finally looks up to see me standing on the porch of the trailer, staring at him a broken look in my eye still. He slowly and hesitently steps towards me.

"Hey," Eddie reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, a nervous tic.

"Hi."

The two of us stand there for a few seconds just looking at each other taking in the events of last night. I'm the first to talk.

"I'm gonna stay with Rob for a few days, just so we can kinda, you know," I don't finish the sentence, too scared to make this a reality.

"Don’t. Please," His eyes are softer now, no anger or resentment behind them. Just pure love and adoration, "I need you here. Please stay."

"Eddie," I look down at my feet, now finding the slowly rotting floor boards more interesting, "Look, I wish I could stay with you. I really do, but after last night. After what you said, what I said. I just don't think it's a good idea."

I don't notice how his face drops, a small frown taking place on his lips. He takes a few more steps closer to me, now at the bottom of the porch.

"Please. I don't want to lose you too. Not after all this time. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." His words break my heart all over again, "You coming into my life was the besy thing to ever happen to me. I wouldn't have ever had the courage to really try and finish high school without you." 

He speaks he walks up the steps, getting closer to me, enough to finally smell the alcohol on him, "If I could go back in time and not hang out with Chrissy I would, in an instant. But I can't," He's finally reached me. He brings his hands out to hold mine, I look at him. Really look at him for the first time since yesterday. I can see how much he means this, and how much he wants me to say I'll stay.

"I don't know if I can trust you anymore Eddie. You lied to me about where you were, and what you were doing. You're still selling even after I told you not to," I scan his face, trying to find something, anything, "And then there's Chrissy-"

"There's nothing going on between me and her, I promise! I really was just catching up with an old friend."

"Then why did you leave?" There it was. The question at the top of my mind ever since he walked out that door, why. If she was just an "old friend" then he shouldn't have felt the need to leave me. To let me cry until I was physically ill.

I pull my hands away from his, missing the warmth of them. I start to head towards my car, needing to be out of here, out of his space, away.

"Wait, please," He turns with me, following, "Babe, I love you with everything I have, and ever will have. You are the only person on this planet for me. You're the only person I can open up to. The only one I can be myself around, I need you."

He's saying all the right things except for one, the one I really need to hear from him. I stop and harshly turn to him, "I know Eddie! I know you love me and need me and all that bullshit but that's not what I asked you! I asked if you want me? If I will be enough for you, if I'm just another girl for you to fuck and pretend to love before you throw me off to the side like trash? So, do. you. want. me?"

My hands are shaking, both from the cold and my anger. I wait for him to answer, wishing he would just say yes so we can go back to normal or no so I can move on and get away from him.

"I- OF COURSE! I want you more than anything!" He runs up to me, placing his hands on my cheeks, shielding them from the cold. "Could you come with me?"

"What?" I’m confused by the sudden change in questions. Where could he possibly want me to go right now?

"Just come with me? I need to- I want to show you something, please," He's begging. Eddie Munson has never begged for anything in his life and yet here he is, practically on his hands and knees for me.

"Fine," I sigh.

His eyes light up, hands falling from my face to interlock with mine. He pulls me to his van, opening the door like he always does. Forever a gentleman. He all but sprints to the driver's side before quickly starting the old van and driving out of the lot he just came into.

We drive to the other side of town, where all the rich kids live. We trun the corner and Eddie looks over to me.

"Close your eyes."

"Huh?"

"Close your eyes. It's a surprise," A grin has spread across his face, crinkling the sides of his eyes.

I groan lightly before shutting my eyes, wondering what the hell Eddie is up to now. Not long after, we are parking and Eddie's grabbing my hand to lead me wherever we are at.

I giggle a little as he all but pushes me through a doorway, "Eds what are you doing? Where the fuck are we?"

"You'll see, just keep those pretty little eyes closed alright?" He walks me a few more steps before postioning me in place, "Alright, open."

I open my eyes and am momentarily blinded my the bright florescent overheads before noticing we are standing in front of a door.

"Eddie. What the hell is this?" I turn to look at him, his signature shit eating grin plastered on. He holds up his keys, searches for the right one then opens the door in front of us. He leads me inside, looking at my every facial movement.

"This," He gestures to the large empty living room, "is our new apartment. That is if you're not still mad at me?" His face is soft and sweet, waiting for my answer.

"Eddie this is- how did you? I don't understand," I shake my head slightly trying to understand what's going on here, "What do you mean this is our apartment?"

Eddie stands in front of me blocking my view. He reaches for my hands and holds them in his, taking away some of the anxiety I have right now.

"I've been working extra hours at the auto shop down on Main, and selling a little bit too," My face drops, "I know you told me to stop! But I saw this place a while ago, when Wayne was house hunting. And I just knew it was perfect for us."

He squeezes my hands, pulling me to the large windows on the other side of the room, it overlooks Main Street and all the little shops he knows I love, "Every dollar I’ve earned this past year has gone into a down payment on this place. It took a lot of haggling with Ted on my wages but I finally had enough. Then we had our fight last night," He looks down, ashamed at himself for what happened, "When you asked if I wanted you I don't know what happened but I just knew that now was the time to finally pay for it. So I raced down here and payed the guy, because I want nothing more than to have you in my life forever."

As he's talking, I realize I'm crying, I can't help it, I feel so much joy and pain all at once. Eddie's hands grip tighter, keeping me from falling to the floor, "If you don't want this just tell me, give me the word and I won't bother you again," He places his finger below my chin to make me look at him, his eyes are rimmed with tears just like mine are, "But before you do just let me tell you what I did last night was stupid and I promise I will never do that again. I love you with everything I have and I always will. But if I hurt you too much just tell me and I'll back off."

I can't think straight when he looks at me like that, his big brown doe eyes staring at me with all the love a person could ever hold. I look around the apartment one last time, out the big window to our right, and finally back at Eddie.

"Alright."

"What? Alright? Like you'll live here with me?!" His smile has returned, eyes finally letting the tears fall.

"Yes, Eddie. I'll move in here with you," He picks me up off my feet in a giant bear hug, spinning us in place as he yells in excitement, "On one condition."

He puts me down, hands still around my waist, not letting me move any further away, "Anything. Just name it."

"No more selling. You focus on school and I'll focus on the bills."

"Baby I can't-"

"This won't be for forever Eds. Just until you graduate then we can both pay the bills, just please promise me that?"

"Yes ma'am." He smiles and pulls me into a searing kiss. One that feels like we haven't kissed in years, and won't ever get the chance again. The kiss makes me weak in the knees and I can feel the wetness growing in my pants.

Eddie groans into the kiss before pulling away, "I gotta stop kissing you or else we'll be ruining this place before we even move in."

"And what's so bad about that? It seems like it needs a good cristining don't you?"

"Babe," Eddie's eyes grow wide and look to the side of us, where the floor length windows stand, uncovered, "We can't. What if people see us?"

I walk over to the window and look out onto the street. It's a quiet day, only a few people walking around. "So what? They'd all get to know that you're mine and I'm yours. Forever."

I can feel Eddie's chest on my back as he presses against me, his boner growing slowly, "My naughty girl," His hands go to my hips but before they can travel anywhere I turn around and pin them to his sides.

"That's ma'am to you. Got it?" I don't know where this confidence came from but I’m enjoying it. And so is Eddie, he nods his head vigirously, "Sorry I can't hear you."

"Yes ma'am."

"That's my god boy," Eddie's eyes close at the nickname, his body shivering, "You like that don't you? You like being called my good boy?"

"Mhmm. Yes ma'am."

I stand on my tiptoes to reach Eddie's ear and whisper, "Then get on your knees and show me just how good of a boy you are."

Before I can even blink Eddie is on his knees in front of me, unbuckling my jeans and pulling them down to my ankles. The sight of the wet patch on my panties has me in pieces, slowly losing all composure.

He looks up to me as he hooks his fingers into the waistline of my underwear, "May I?" I nod and he pulls them down, the slick from me making them stick to my folds. He groans and starts kissing up my thighs, towards the place I need him most. His kisses are featherlight, slowly making me dizzy, I wish he would go faster.

"Eddie," I sigh as he finally plants a kiss to my clit, so soft it's almost missed. Once he gets a taste of me he dives right in, licking a stripe up my folds to collect the juices. He moans at the taste, licking me like a dog starved.

I unravel above him, my knees becoming weak and numb. The way he eats me out is heavenly and I’ve never wanted a thing to stop less than right now. Moans and sighs are falling past my lips with each lick and suck of Eddie's mouth. I begin to feel that wonderfully familiar knot tightening and begin tightening around Eddie's tongue. He feels it and moves his ministrations up to my clit and shoves two fingers into my entrance.

"Fuck!" I keel over on top of Eddie, one hand braced on his head and the other on his shoulder, "Just like that. I'm so close Ed." Eddie picks up speed and bends his fingers to reach that spongey spot inside with every thrust of his fingers.

"Come on baby. Cum for me, let me taste you. I missed the way you taste so much. Please come for me, please."

His words send me over the edge, white lights blinding me as the string finally snaps and I’m cumming all over Eddie's face and fingers. He doesn't stop his movements, he pulls me through my orgasm, spewing words of affection and love the entire time. Once he notices that I’m starting to slow down he releases his mouth from me and removes his fingers, eliciting a whine from my lips.

"Thank you, thank you so much," Eddie slowly stands, holding me as my leg strength still haven't come back.

"That's my good boy," I pull him in for a kiss, tasting myself on him. He pushes into me making his erection rub against my exposed thigh. His eyes squeeze shut at the feeling.

"Can I fuck you now?" His eyes are pleading and full of lust.

"Take me home first, Eddie," I look into his eyes and feel nothing but love for this man. The way he treats me with so must love and attention makes me want ot hold on nad never let go, no matter what happens to us.

"We are home sweetheart. This is home now."

"I know. I just love the sound of it," I pull Eddie in for another kiss, this one sweet and gentle. Nothing like the ones from before, only love and adderation fills this, as I try to show him how much I feel for him.

I’m so caught up in the kiss that I don't even notice Eddie dip down quickly and place his hands on my thighs, but before I can question he lifts me up. I instinctivly wrap my legs around his hips and circle his neck with my arms.

"Eddie!" I squeal from my upward position.

"What? I wanna take you to the bedroom, it's got a walk-in closet," He smirks at that last little detail before walking down the hall toward the rest of the apartment.

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