#if you did please lemme know and I’ll tag you!

[chimckenns]

Darlin’ doesn’t like to take photos of themself. When Sam visited their place, he noted how they barely kept any photos of mementos of their life or the places they’ve been. Almost as if they’re prepared to leave at any moment without a trace.

This made Sam’s heart ache.

So he started taking photos of them. He has photos of them when they’re sleeping, face so peaceful with a little smile as they snuggled into his chest. He has a photo of them as their eyes sparkled, looking at the view at the top of the mountain on that hike they took. He kept a photo of them from when they were on a date together, their face flushed from the wine and a blissful smile on their face.

At first he took them secretly, but soon enough Darlin’ noticed. How could they not, when he set a photo of them as his wallpaper?

“What are these?”

“Ah… you got me.” He chuckled and put his hands up in surrender with a sheepish smile. “I uh, wanted to keep some memories of us. So I took a few photos of you when you weren’t looking. Candid ones. I hope that’s alright. I’ll delete them if-“

“Can we take a photo with the both of us?”

“Oh! … Yes, please.”

Now they keep a photo of the two of them framed in the living room. In the photo Darlin’ kissed Sam on the cheek, and he had a wide smile as his right hand held the phone.

Little by little, memories of their time together began to make its way into their home. They dedicated a wall in their bedroom to photos of their outings - Polaroids of Darlin’s toothy grin as they jumped onto Sam’s back as they ran through the forest, printed photos of their movie nights, with Darlin’ throwing popcorn towards the camera, and framed photos of their more “traditional dates” - “gotta commemorate the one time we dress up all uptight and fancy, right?” Sam said as he put the frame on the wall.

Their place feels more like a home now, a place that felt like them, filled with all their memories. Sam loves their smile and takes every opportunity he can get to snap a quick photo.

In a few decades, he’ll sit under the tree in their backyard, the one they healed, and look through each photo one by one, reminiscing their memories. He’ll sit there and wait for the warmth of the sun to embrace his body one last time, and he’ll join his Darlin’ and see their smile again.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Stan and Ford all pathetic and needy just for you

tags: nsfw, riding, handjob, p in v, fem!reader, praise kink, overstimulation, edging

Stanley Pines

“Fuck, please, babe,” Stan hisses, fingers digging into your hips, trying to urge you down deeper, but you just laugh softly, keeping your movements languid. You’re riding Stan’s cock like you own it. His throbbing length fills you up so deep, stretching your walls as you grind down, your wetness dripping all over him, making every movement slick, obscene, too dirty. Every time he tries to thrust up, you pull back just enough to keep him in agony. “I need to cum— let me cum, I swear, I’ll do anything!”

“Patience, Stan,” you tease in a tone full of mock sweetness. “you’re going to have to earn it.” your hips grind slow enough to tease him, feeling every twitch of his aching cock as it pulses against your soaked, tight walls. Your own voice breathless from how fucking good it feels to have him so deep inside you, hitting every spot that makes you moan too. You press your hands against his chest, feeling the way his heart pounds under your palm. 

“Fucking goddamn, sweetheart!” he can’t believe you’re doing this to him, his hips twitch under you, desperate, fucking pleading with you for more, to just let him thrust up, to let him finish inside you— fuck, to fill you up so deep and pump you full of his cum like he always did before. But you hold him there, right on the fucking edge, that delicious, trembling edge where he's all yours. "Shit, baby, don’t be like this. . . lemme cum in you, pleasee, please, I’ll fill you up, I swear. I’ll fuck you so good, just let me—“ his cock twitches inside your tight soaked pussy, he’s so close it’s painful.

But Instead, you roll your hips down, dragging it out, letting him feel how your cunt clenches around him and that move have his entire body trembling with the effort not to lose it. You ride him torturously, enough to make him whine. Yeah, whine. Stanley Pines. That tough, gruff, street-smart bastard who never takes no for an answer is reduced to this mess underneath you.

“So good for me, Stanley,” you move your hips, but this time with purpose, with a steady rhythm that builds, pulls, teases. His hands dig into your hips and he’s shaking, struggling to keep from spilling into you

“Please,” he breathes. “I— I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t hold it—!” Stan’s hands move to grip your ass, pulling you down, but you just smirk, loving how completely out of control he is.

“Hold it,” you demand and the way he whimpers in response makes you fucking drip around him. You know you’re driving him insane, but that’s the point. You ride him a bit faster now, feeling the way his cock throbs inside you and it’s almost enough to make you lose control, but you keep it steady, denying him the one thing he wants more than anything. “beg for it, Stanley, beg for it.”

“Fuuuck—“ he groans. “Babe, I’m beggin’ ya,” his voice wrecked, panting now, like he’s gonna fucking cry if you don’t let him cum. “I’m so close! c-can’t hold on much longer. You’re gonna make me explode, babe! I swear I’ll be good! just let me cum inside you, please!” you can’t help but giggle at how absolutely pathetic he is.

You lift yourself up a bit only to slowly sink back down, letting him feel how wet and warm you are and his cock twitches again, like it’s about to fucking explode. A deep, desperate gasp escaping his lips and his hips buck up into you, just once, before you push him back down, denying him again.

“Not yet, old man,” you whisper, kissing his jaw.

"Nghn, sweetie," Stan groans, his head rolling back against the pillow. "I-I can’t— you’re killin’ me here, sweetheart. your pussy feels so good, too g— gah!"

You know he’s close, awfully close, how badly he wants, needs to claim you. Stan is so desperate, his cock throbbing inside you. He’s yours, completely, utterly yours in this moment. You’ve never seen him so fucking vulnerable, so needy, so pathetic. It’s a delicious sight, the way he’s reduced to this mess, begging and whining to finish inside you and you’re the only one who can give it to him.

But you don’t. Not yet.

“You’re not gonna cum until I tell you to.” you purr, dragging your lips down his neck.

His body jerks beneath you, a low, frustrated whine escaping his throat. He’s so fucking close, he’s been close for what feels like forever and he’s surprised he can even last that long. You love this, the power, the control, the way you’ve got your lovely Stan Pines wrapped around your finger, completely at your mercy, turned this old man into pathetic, shaking and moaning mess.

"Babyy," Stan whispers, his fingers grip your hips like he’s pleading with you through touch. "I-I’m beggin’, sweetheart, I need to. . .”

You lean forward, pressing your whole body against his, you’re both hot and sweaty, then you brush your lips against his ear. “you can wait a little longer, can’t you?”

Ford Pines

Finally, you’ve got Ford right where you want him — on his back, his cock hard and slick in your hand as you pump him mercilessly, milking every last drop from him until he’s begging, sobbing for you to stop, completely helpless. You’re right beside him, taking your sweet time with him as his cock is glistening and so sensitive that even the lightest touch makes him whine, his tip wet with a mix of pre-cum and your spit, but you don’t stop.

“Fuck—! I can’t— I’m gonna cum again, please. . .” Ford whines as his hips jerk up, chasing your touch even though he’s already cum twice tonight, but you don’t stop

“You look so good like this, baby, so pathetic and desperate, just begging for me to stop, but you love it, don’t you?” your thumb grazes over the leaking tip of his cock and his body jerks, a broken moan ripping from his throat as he tries to pull away, but you hold him in place, forcing him to take it like a good boy.

“No more, darlin, I can’t—" he whines, but you know better, you know he’s still got more in him, even if his every nerve is overloaded with pleasure. And you’re gonna pull every last drop out of him until he’s completely fucking spent. His body is oversensitive, but his cock twitches in your hand, begging for more. You want to make him squirm, to ruin him until he’s crying for you to stop.

“Too much?” your voice all soft and teasing as your thumb circles the head of his cock torturously, watching the way his hips buck. “aww, but you can take it, Ford, can’t you? just a little more.” he sobs at that, his hands clutch at your arms, trying to pull you away because he’s so damn sensitive, but his cock throbs in your grip, still so needy even though he’s been wrung dry. You spit just a little onto your hand, mixing your saliva with the slickness from his previous release and you pump him a little bit faster, oh god you just can’t help yourself, his reaction is too fucking good, these moans and whines are so beautiful.

You lean down, pressing your lips to the base of his cock, your tongue sliding up the length, tasting his salty release from earlier. Ford lets out a choked whimper, his hands gripping the sheets, shaking. He’s fucking helpless.

“Ahh, ohmygodohmygod, too much, too much—!” he whines, a broken sob slipping from his lips, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "I-I can’t! I’m gonna— fuck, baby, please, no more!”

But you don’t stop. Oh, no, you’re gonna take him apart piece by piece and he’s gonna love every second of it. You lean over him, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting him and Ford lets out a pathetic desperate cry.

Your hand slick with saliva as you stroke him faster, harder, not giving him a fucking second to breathe. He can’t stop his moans, loud and shameless, voice cracking into a high-pitched whimper.

“Gosh, Ford,” you murmur, kissing his tip. “you’re gonna cum again for me, yes? gonna be a good boy for me?”

Ford can’t help himself, bucking his hips into your hand, still chasing that pleasure, even though it’s too fucking much for him to handle. He’s so sensitive, so fucking wrecked, but you know he can take it.

“I-I c-can’t… I’m gonna— fuck, I’m gonna cum, I can’t—” Ford whimpers and you can barely recognise his voice because of how whiny it sounds. His every muscle tensed and begging for release, every nerve in his body on fire and it’s delicious to watch. “Please, honey, I can’t— f-fuck, I’ll do anything, just. . . please. . .”

Your fingers grip him tighter as you start stroking him faster, harder, now watching his face contorted in painful bliss, the way he looks at you with eyes full of sweet tears and lips parted, his chest rises and falls, all overstimulated, so sensitive that he’s practically crying.

p.s guys help now i wanna write fic where they take revenge on reader :(((

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddie-spooktober day 17: hayride | T | wc: 1,306

tags: strangers to lovers, confident eddie munson, farmhand eddie munson, pickup lines, getting together

“Alright folks, watch your step getting off– lemme help you down, ma’am, there you go–last ride of the night! Who’s gettin’ on?” 

The man finishes off his speech and looks around at the designated ride loading area, “Just you then sir?”

Steve casts a look around for the man the driver (in an extremely well-fitting cowboy getup and dark leather hat too) must be talking to, ready to hold up his own hand to indicate to Hot Cowboy that the other man is not, in fact, alone for the ride.

But there’s no other man.

Steve is the ‘Sir’ in question.

Oh god.

“Oh god,” Steve echoes aloud, “I didn’t realize I was the only one, please, no need to bother with a last ride, I’m sure you want to get home too.”

Hot Cowboy looks down at him from the driver’s seat (does the bench of a hay cart have a driver’s seat?), then around at the lack of other people.

“Would you like a ride?”

Surely he didn’t mean it that way, but Steve’s cheeks flush a bit nonetheless, “Well I do, but—”

“Then hop aboard, stranger, only a bit of sun left in the day.”

Steve suddenly can’t tell if the accent is just for show or not.

“No, really, I’ll come back another day,” he says, backing away, “I just wanted to go today since it’s my birth– nevermind, I’m not going to hold you up for just me.”

“How ‘bout this, you get on, and I’ll drive us and the lovebirds here to the barn.” he says, gesturing to the two horses hitched to the cart, an all black, and a sandy sort of brown one. “Short, sweet, everyone gets what they want.”

Steve blinks, “That’s uh.. Yeah. Okay.”

Hot Cowboy grins at him, happy where Steve thought there’d be annoyance. “Great! C’mon in then, the hay’s great!”

“You sure? I think it’s gonna be pokey and itchy.” Steve jokes nervously, climbing the stationary steps up to the cart.

This orchard’s hay rides are a bit different than others Steve’s been to in his life; there were no bales of hay, just a large (slightly trodden now) pile of hay in the back of an ancient-looking cart.

“Promise. Now lay back and get comfy big boy, we got a bit of a ride to the barn.”

Steve did as he was told, all the while Hot Cowboy watched him carefully step into the cart.

Once he was in and settled back so he was reclined against the pile of hay, facing back off the open end of the cart, Hot Cowboy clicked his tongue, snapped the reins, and they were off.

Almost immediately the soft rocking and teetering of the cart lulled him calmer. The wear the day had taken on him, extra annoying since it was piled on when he’d been trying to take a half day for his birthday, seeping deeper into his bones with every squeak of a wheel.

There was a shift of clothes, then: “Long day, huh?”

“Hm?” Steve opened his eyes again, not really knowing when he’d closed them in the first place, “Oh, yeah.. lots piled onto me unexpectedly.” He shrugged, not knowing if Hot Cowboy was even still looking back at him to see, “It happens.”

The other man hummed an agreement, and for a while, It was quiet. Steve stared drowsily up at the ever-purpling sky above him, cut over every now and again by the thin bare branches of the trees on either side of their path, and counted the stars as they appeared.

Every once in a while, Hot Cowboy would let out a short, low whistle, or a hushed, “Hey!”, or “Quit nipping at him, Sandy!” to the horses.

After a whole, surprisingly bright, thirteen stars made their appearance, Hot Cowboy again spoke to him. “So, no other plans for your birthday than to come hang out with lil’ ol’ me?”

Steve tipped his head backward and half into the pile of hay to look upside down at the back of the other man. And only now realizing he had a long, dark braid tied out under the back of his hat.

”How’d you know it was my birthday?”

”You started to say so earlier,” he says, glancing back at Steve with a smile. He looks back to the path, “No wife or girlfriend to spend it with?”

Smooth. Steve thinks, smiling to himself, then says “My best friend and I are doing Late Birthday when she comes back from a work trip in a couple days, but other than that, you’re it, partner.”

Hot Cowboy snorts a laugh at Steve’s admittedly very bad accent, then, just to tease the cowpoke, Steve says, “And no boyfriend either.”

Another snort, “Good to know, sweetheart.”

They lapse into silence again, and next thing he knows, someone is nudging his shoulder.

Steve snaps upright, jackknifing his butt deeper into the hay under him. It’s much darker now, and as his eyes adjust, he realizes they’re in the barn already.

"Hey, whoa, sorry to wake you.” He looks over to the voice, Hot Cowboy is looking at him concerned. His hat gone, his hair loose now, “You okay?”

“Yeah.. yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep like that.” Steve says, rubbing his eyes then instinctively running his fingers through his hair for any stray strands of straw.

”No worries sweetheart,” The accent was for show after all, it seems, since it was gone enough to be noticeable when he continues on to say “D’ya need a hand?”

“Oh, yeah, thanks.” Steve reaches for his hand, off to the side of the cart, which Hot cowboy grabs and uses as leverage to swing a leg over the side and straddle the low wall.

For some unknown reason, that’s the thing that Did It for Steve.

The smoothness of the motion, the tight squeak of the denim as he sits and his leg stretches beneath the fabric, the solid clump the heel of his boot makes when it makes contact with the cart bed…. no matter which it was, his sudden desire for this dusty, probably sweaty, stranger gets the better of him and Steve hauls Hot Cowboy toward him instead. He lands on Steve with an “Oomph!” and a quickly brightening face only a hair's breadth away from his.

“Care to go for a roll in the hay?” Steve asks in a low tone, nudging Hot Cowboy’s nose gently with his own.

Two seconds pass, each one seeming to take only a fraction of itself and an eon to pass before Steve is trying his damndest to squirm away, apologizing profusely as he does.

”Oh my god, oh my god! I am so so sorry, holy shit, I don’t know what came over me I—“

Hot Cowboy’s fingers press against his lips, cutting off the flow of apologies.

”Let me process for a moment, Jesus H. Christ.” Another four of five eons pass, the other man’s face slowly draining of it’s excess color before: “As much as I want to say yes, and believe me, I want, I’d rather not traumatize my Uncle’s horses..”

Oh my god this is his farm. His Uncle’s farm. Fresh hot embarrassment floods into Steve’s face and gullet.

Hot Cowboy notices the change and smiles, “How ’bout this big boy, you tell me your name, I tell you mine, then we find convenient excuses to make out all the way back to your car. Sound like a plan?”

Steve nods vigorously and Hot Cowboy removes his fingers. ”I’m Steve.” he blurts as soon as they’ve gone.

Hot Cowboy grins lopsidedly at him, putting the accent on again to say, “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Stevie. The name’s Eddie, but you can call me the man of your dreams.”

like almost always, graphics are from @saradika-graphics!

[kissandtellus]

Hiii!! I just saw your post and I have a request!!

First of all I hope you feel better!! Pneumonia is flippin terrible (speaking from experience).

And Secondly I'd like to request a subby Caleb who has a degradation kink. You could even throw in some panty sniffer Caleb if you so wish.

If you don't do this type of request just lemme know but that is all!! Ok bye!!

At Attention

Warnings: Smut, 🩲 sniffer, mild stalking, overstim, self pleasing.

Authors note: Even sick as a dog, I’m about to COOK. Submissions open!

Oh I’m about to DEVOUR this.

Caleb is a big, strong Colonel.

No way he’d be caught dead on his hands and knees for a woman half his height, drooling like a tired dog.

No way would he be pleading for you not to go on your Hunter mission with Xavier, your work partner.

“I’ll tear him apart. I’ll kill him.” He’s growling, but you don’t miss that whine in his voice. Y/n sighs gently and pushes that sweaty dark hair away from his pretty purple eyes.

“I’ll be back in 3 days, Caleb.” Her cute pout makes him want to pin and rut, and rut, and rut. But he lets her.

The first night is the worst, he’s tracking her location religiously. He’s looking at photos the two of them have taken together. Her gorgeous smile, the way her giggle sounds in a video he’d taken on their picnic date. The way his dog tags look on her-

And he’s cumming over the screen (catch!)

On the third and final day he thinks he might lose it. He’s laying in their bed, two pairs of panties in his possession. A lacy thong is clutched against his nostrils, while the soft cotton pair are being fisted around his length.

“Oh, Pips. My pretty girl, oh, I’m so bad. I’m such a bad boy-“

“Caleb?” That voice. That sweet voice sends him spiraling into her ruined underwear. His tongue lips out of his mouth. But then it hits him. That voice wasn’t from the video recording he was listening to. It was coming from the bedroom door. Caleb rushes from the bed like a crazed animal. His fingers are hiking up Y/n’s skirt and she squeals in surprise.

“Caleb! I need to change I’m sweaty-“

“Don’t care.” His mouth is on her, trying to devour her through her underwear. But Caleb is so strong! Even as he’s drooling and whining (humping her boots caked with rain water and mud) he keeps her afloat.

Y/n’s head falls back and she lets out a pleased hum. Her fingers are carding through his soft locks. “That’s a good boy. Did you miss me?”

“Yesyesyes!” The words are muffled by slick folds and a mouth full of cotton.

Y/n won’t let him go that easy, oh no. She remembers Caleb talking about how strict the Farspace Fleet training was. How disciplined he had to be. So he knew how to behave, she just had to remind him.

Her panties rested against his nose as she rode him. His hands were retrained with his own leather belt. Sure, he could snap it in a second but he loved being under her, under her control.

Even as a 4th orgasm came from his twitching cock and he coated her walls weakly.

“I can’t! Oh Pips, have mercy!” Fat crocodile tears are streaming his face even as he takes a deep breath of the soiled panties on his face. She’s wearing his Corporal cap, the only thing she’s wearing. She pulls him from her and using both hands to coax him back to full staff even as he sobs and those strong thighs quake

“At attention soldier, I’m not done.”

[drysdalesworld]

puppy love

luke hughes x fem!reader

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youruser: on today’s adventure with bandit and y/n, we almost got run over by a (nearly blind) 6’2 blond who didn’t see us crossing the street (i was wearing a bright pink shirt) & are forever scarred from the experience. tho, he apologized with mcdonalds & gave bandit all the kisses in hopes of forgiveness (he forgave him 🙄 – my villain origin story fr). anywho, glad we survived & came out unscathed 💪

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yourbestie: you gave me a literal heart attack when you called me saying you almost died. i was nearly ready to run to your aid bbg 😪

userone: babes, you let him into your home?? mans NEARLY killed you

youruser: he’s very charismatic

youruser: & persuasive

usertwo: i love hearing about y/n and bandit’s daily adventures. it’s like the highlight of my day fr

markestapa: hearing about this the minute it happened is truly an experience i will never forget

edwards73: i legit thought he was crying lol

rutgermcgroarty: “i just almost hit a pretty girl and her puppy. im legit the worst person to ever walk this earth!”

dylanduke25: hearing her cuss him out in the background is my roman empire fr

markestapa: she said some very colorful words to our boy 😂

userthree: all these umich boys in y/n’s comments & yet none of them are exposing who it is 😭

userfour: fr like i need to know❗️❗️

edwards73: he told me to tell you that he will buy you all the mcdonalds you want if you forgive him

youruser: i’ll think it about it

markestapa: he’s literally begging on his knees

userfive: damn whoever it is, they’re exposing him lol

yoursibling: of course this happens to you smh

yourbestie2: bandits new dad??? 👀

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lhughes_06: i’ve been promoted to dog walker 🐕👨‍🦯

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youruser: the best dog walker there is!

luca.fantilli: bandit literally dragged him down the street

dylanduke25: & he’s like a fifteen pound dog. that dog’s stronger than luke

userone: ngl i was expecting a bigger reveal

_quinnhughes: at least he’s learning some responsibility

usertwo: the second pic ❤️❤️❤️

userthree: i wonder how luke truly did not see y/n when she was crossing the road?? like what was boy doing to NOT see her?? 🤔

youruser: that’s what i’ve been wondering these past few months lhughes_06

lhughes_06: oops??? i told you i didn’t see you cross the street 😫

jackhughes: boy ik you lying since your head practically hits the top of the car roof. you def saw the poor girl 😭 lhughes_06

markestapa: bring bandit over more often please 🙏🤍

userfour: not jack exposing luke in userthree’s comment thread 👀

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youruser: nearly three years with you and all you had to do was nearly kill me and my dog to get my attention 💓💓

tagged: lhughes_06

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jackhughes: ahh, puppy love ❤️

lhughes_06: you’re never going to let that go are you? 🫤

youruser: lemme think….🤔

youruser: uh no <3

yourbestie: i better be the maid of honor 💢❗️

edwards73: i cant wait to hear about how they met at their wedding. what a meet cute fr

elhughes: i hope he’s learned his lesson by now! 💛💙

youruser: of course mama hughes! im just giving him a hard time 🤍

userone: if i don’t meet my future partner like this, then i don’t want it ❗️❗️

usertwo: i can’t believe it’s been three years! bandits so big now :(

userthree: ikr! feels like just yesterday i stumbled upon y/n’s post about it

userfour: how the time flies

rutgermcgroarty: i volunteer to be bandit’s sitter during your dates!

seamuscasey26: hey no fair! i called dibs first!

lhughes_06: god i love you

youruser: i love you too lukey 💞

[anisespice]

tokyo revengers boys when their horny but their s/o is too busy to deal with their shit? (u can add bonten-)

aye aye, anon! 🫡 needy men are my favorite flavor 🤤 thank you so much for your patience, and requesting ♡♡♡

pairing: tr x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. cursing, vague descriptions of sex, teasing, mild nipple-play, empty threats, crack!fic coded behavior, a tiny pinch of barely-there angst in mikey’s with a hint of misogyny, and i think that’s it :D feel free to lemme know if i missed anything!

notes: something about this request screamed sano to me, and maybe even throw sanzu in the mix for a little treat ( ˘ ³˘). also may have strayed a little from the original plot of the request, but the premise is fairly the same >:)) hope you enjoy !!

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @illegalspacecow

“Get outta there.”

Though your tone sounded stern, your demeanor remained placid as you continued typing on your laptop, making no move to actually stop the hands from creeping inside your sweater. You were well aware of their destination, and it was anything but harmless. SHINICHIRO was latched onto you the moment he arrived at your place, excited to spend his day off alone with you, and away from the prying eyes of his siblings for once. Rarely did the two of you get alone time due to your conflicting schedules, savoring the moments you did get without outward distractions in the way.

Things were going great for the most part…until your boss decided to dump busywork into your email, last minute.

“…tell ‘em to go fuck himself, so you can focus on fucking me,” Shinichiro grumbled into your shoulder, calloused hands feeling up your chest with slow, deliberate touches. You chortled, masking the small moan that nearly slipped out when he gently grazed your nipples.

“Good idea, Shin. But wait, oh shoot, fucking you won’t exactly pay my bills, now will it? So, knock it off.”

“Who says it won’t? I’ll pay your bills for the next month, hell, the next six months, if it means you’ll let me just stick it in, baby, please..”

You hissed through your teeth at the small pinch he gave your sensitive nubs, dick damn-near throbbing against your lower back as he rutted against you. Should’ve known sitting on his lap while you worked would backfire, poor thing’s so wound up, you felt a little bad. It’d been nearly three weeks since you and Shinichiro had even a second to breathe the same air, let alone touch each other.

You weren’t immune, craving a taste of him just as much, there’s nothing you wanted more than to succumb to his persuasion. But, having been on bad terms with your tyrant boss one too many times, you couldn’t afford to procrastinate.

“Shini,” you spoke, breathless as he suckled on your neck, growing more bold with his touch, “a-as much as I’d love for you to do that for me… you don’t exactly have the funds to make such an offer.”

He huffed, nipping playfully at your pulse. “I’ll get another job. Good? Good, problem solved, can you take your clothes off now?”

“Tempting…but no. Appreciate the sentiment, though.”

Shinichiro whined in the crook of your neck. His hands slowed to a stop inside your sweater, slipping down to rest on your tummy instead. It sent a tiny shiver up your spine, but was ignored all the same as you attempted to resume typing, seeming to have put a damper on his resolve. Or, so you thought.

Not even a minute passed when you felt his fingers searching for something else to play with. Something that has been calling his name since he waltzed through your front door. “Shin…”

Your warning fell upon deaf ears. Shinichiro merely shrugged, feigning innocence while his hands breached the waistband of your sleep-shorts, stopping right at your pelvic bone. Leaning back in the chair, the ravenette spread his legs further apart, forcing yours to do the same, giving him even more access to your already accessible center. Despite his lanky stature, homie had grip—Try and close your legs all you want, you’ll pull a muscle before pulling out of it. Your heart was borderline going Macarena, focus jumbled up to the point there were more typos than words in the report you tried completing.

You huffed, though your tone sounded less stern compared to the first time. “Shinichiro. If you don’t let me finish my work…I’ll ban your dick from ever entering me or this house for a whole month.”

On any other given day, that empty threat would’ve done the trick, hands flying off you so fast you’d think he got electrocuted. But, this wasn’t any other given day. This was already a two-week long hiatus of his most favorite place to be, in between your legs, and the only thing keeping him from it was your lack of underwear beneath thin-cotten shorts. Threaten him if you must, but it won’t work.

You weren’t fooling anyone.

Playing hard to get could take you so far, but he knew you were mere moments from crumbling to your desires you tried so hard to suppress, no shot you’d last another day, let alone a month. He was determined, and you were being stubborn—An immovable object verses an unstoppable force. Eventually, someone had to give. And it wasn’t about to be you.

It went on like that for another few minutes, him feeling you up and you batting him away. It only worsened the second he went further in your shorts, teasing your sex until you soaked through the fabric. You could feel his smug grin against your shoulder, no doubt thinking he was winning this battle. However, Shinichiro wasn’t aware of your trump card, your Charizard, if you will.

It’s a dirty trick. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

By slamming your fists atop of the table, startling him right out of your shorts, you turned to look him dead in the face, and said, “Don’t make me call Mikey.”

The mechanic widely blinked. But, his shock was short lived as he fixed you a sarcastic look, bringing his slick-coated fingers up to the light and right into his mouth to be even more obnoxious. After pulling them out with a wet pop!, Shinichiro called your bluff.

“You wouldn’t.”

“And would. Emma’s probably dying to catch up with me anyway, since I haven’t been around as much lately. And we both know Mikey would come just to spite you.”

As you continued to hold his stare, not backing down or giving any indication that you were joking, the sardonicism began to melt off his demeanor, and soon realization took its place. Shortly after that, betrayal. How could you be so cruel? He was already competing with an inanimate object, he’ll be damned if his siblings get added to the list. Taking a moment to weight his options, or lack there of, his face soon resembled a kicked puppy with his bottom lip stuck out and everything; you could’ve sworn his eyes started to water. “t’s not fair…been waiting all damn day…”

“I know, baby. But I need you to hang on for just a little longer f’me, okay? And once I’m done, then I’m all yours.” You cooed, placing a small peck on his nose as an olive branch. It seemed to do the trick, his frown softening as he pointed at his lips, puckering them. You snorted, but happily obliged, even placing a few more across his face until you got a smile. Shinichiro soaked up whatever he could as he leaned into you for more.

When it seemed he was satisfied, you turned back to continue working…only for the ravenette to try his luck one more time. “Can I get one here, too?”

You peered at him from over your shoulder—Give you one guess where he was pointing, wearing that all too pleased grin from before. You deadpanned.

“…I’m calling Mikey.”

“NoOO—”

—

“That’s considered sexual harassment, Mr. Sano.”

If he could time travel, MIKEY would beat the breaks off his past-self for ever encouraging you to fill the role of secretary at his work. At first, it seemed like a fantastic idea—Standing at his side, his pretty little assistant, wearing a tight uniform that left nothing to the imagination. He’d bend you over his desk and fuck you anytime he pleased, you’d call him Sir, and walk around the office filled to the brim with his cum until time to go home, then he’d fill you up all over again—The perfect work-life balance.

However, the gangster didn’t account for one teensy thing—You, actually taking the job seriously, and setting professional boundaries the moment you were hired on the staff. No matter if you’d be practically all over him in the car moments prior to clocking in, the second your kitten heels touched the marbled floors of the lobby…he wasn’t your lover anymore. He was your boss.

And he hated it.

“Sexual harass—You’re my s/o, [______].”

“Not within these walls, I’m not.” You continued reading one of the files left on your desk to review for tomorrow’s meeting, only for it soon to vanish right before your eyes. After a long blink, you held out an expectant hand to the stubborn blonde. “May I have that back, please?”

“No.”

“Mr. Sano-”

“If you address me formally one more time, I’ll take you right here in the middle of this hallway. Try me.” He hissed, holding the file out of reach.

You pursed your lips, fighting a grin. Seeing him get so worked up over not being able to get his dick wet was entertaining to say the least, but you were well aware he wasn’t kidding. Clearing your throat, you attempted to tread lightly as your expression morphed back to neutral.

“Alright. Mikey,” his eye twitched, but you continued, “would you be so kind as to let me finish reading the material for your meeting tomorrow? I would hate for anything to be amiss because I didn’t do a thorough review.”

“Tch. Where’s Kakucho? I distinctly remember assigning this task for him. Not you.”

You raised a brow. “You sent him on an impromptu errand to fill up the time he was spending ‘idling at my desk’. You remember that?”

Mikey averted his gaze. “…Don’t recall.”

“‘course you don’t,” you exhaled. “Mikey, with all due respect-”

“Not that name either.” He commanded, slapping the file back on the desk before placing his hands upon it to lean forward, towering over you. You couldn’t fight the grin this time, tilting your head up at him, amusement in your gaze.

“That’s your name, is it not?”

Mikey glared. “You know that isn’t the one I’d prefer you to use.”

With a shrug, you easily replied, “It’s what most of your employees call you. And last time I checked, that included me-” Mikey was quick to grab your chin, forcing you to look deep into his dark, deranged eyes. Man’s was definitely toeing line of his limit, and you were pushing it.

“And last time I checked, you aren’t like most employees. You’re my partner who’s working on my last nerve, and should really consider dropping this whole ‘professionalism’ act before I remind them why they were hired in the first place. And no, it wasn’t for your work ethic and attention to detail, or whatever bullshit Koko told you in the interview.”

Ouch.

Not to say you didn’t figure there were ulterior motives behind getting approved for the job, especially under the circumstances that you were heavily under-qualified to work in their type of environment. But, you tried your damnedest to keep up, do your part, and not be a burden on the team. For him to call it nonsense and boldly confirm such suspicions outloud? You think he realized his mistake the second your face reverted back to its neutral state. Wiggling out of his grip, you leaned back in the chair with your arms tightly crossed to your chest.

“That so? Well then, Michael, how ‘bout I remind you why a man shouldn’t mix his business with his pleasure. Things could turn ugly for him, maybe even end up losing both a loyal employee and a lover all in one day. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Out of all the names, that one made him cringe the most. A clear indicator of his grandiose fuck-up, one that if he didn’t fix immediately, he’d soon suffer the consequences. And your wrath.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. It came out wrong-”

“Oh, I’m sure it didn’t. You’re a man who speaks his mind, after all.”

Mikey, though subtly, panicked. This wasn’t at all how he expected the conversation to go. But, it’s not his fault! It was his dick doing all the driving. With you working for Bonten, his long hours became yours, and by the time you both got home, sex became scarce due to your exhaustion. He was immune to the taxation of the job, while it was kicking your ass. And to top it off, he couldn’t even cop a feel of his own s/o, in his own damn building, because of ‘power imbalances’ between a boss and secretary that was ‘socially unacceptable’, according to you…as you work for the biggest crime syndicate in all of Japan.

Flawed reasoning aside, it drove him insane.

But, no thanks to his lust-clouded brashness, if Mikey thought getting some action at work was difficult, his chances at home just got a whole lot worse. He’d be lucky if you even slept in the same bed tonight.

“[_____],” he sighed, reaching over to grab your hand, though you moved it away at the last second. “You do a fantastic job here, angel. Exceeded all my expectations, actually-”

“Well, based on the merits of why you hired me in the first place, that doesn’t sound like much.” At that point, you went back to reviewing the file he threw back on the desk, seeming disinterested. But, Mikey knew better.

He’d hurt your feelings. To be reduced to nothing but eye candy for him, when you were busting your ass off like everyone else, it stung. It was playful at first, but now the blonde had crossed a line. With determination, Mikey removed the file from your sight once more, rounding the desk before crouching down so he could level with you this time.

You allowed him to take your hands in his, still indifferent. Mikey spoke with a tenderness only reserved for you, one that never failed to melt any cold front you built to wane his efforts.

“I was being childish. I shouldn’t have diminished your role like that, and I apologize for making you feel like your work isn’t appreciated. I’m glad to have you as my loyal employee. Even if a visit in my office from my lover from time to time wouldn’t be too bad, either…”

His words trailed off, along with his gaze as he reminisced. You chortled, shaking your head. Mikey looked back at you, ghost of a grin on his face. “I’ll back off. Promise.”

You raised a brow, skeptical. “You mean it?”

“Mmhm. Under one condition.”

You groaned, “Mikey-”

“Manjiro.”

“Oh, is that the condition?” He lightly pinched you for the snark, resting his head on your lap. But, before you could reprimand him for his inappropriate position, your words catch in your throat.

His stare was intense as they gazed up at you with hidden hunger, the tenderness still swimming in the inky pools, but not as present compared to moments ago. Mikey licked his lips, nuzzling against your plush thigh.

“Work less hours. Don’t want you to run yourself ragged trynna keep up with the rest of us. We’ve been doing this line of work a lot longer than you have, baby. No need to overcompensate. I’m already proud of you.”

Steadily did those words make your heart melt, until your were practically mush once they’ve set in. To hear his pride in you almost made you kick your feet, for that was all you really wanted at the end of the day—Acknowledgment. Validation. Praise. And working less hours would definitely benefit in more ways than one, more so on your mental health. You won’t lie and say this new job hasn’t been a challenge, all the talk about blood, death and drugs, one could only handle so much.

“Thank you..Manjiro.” He lit up at the sound of his name spilling sweetly from your lips. “I greatly appreciate you saying that. But, what’s the catch?”

He hummed, hands releasing yours to caress your calves all the way back up to your hips. Mikey didn’t pull nor tug, more so just holding you in place as he continued to watch you like a hawk. Eventually he shook his head, tresses fluttering with him as they curtained the sides of his face.

“No catch. Work your hours, I’ll leave you be…But once those hours are up, you better be sitting pretty on my desk with your reports in one hand and your underwear in the other, waiting for me to choose between my business and my pleasure. Deal?”

—

“Pout all you want, I’m not sitting on your face.”

When you informed your darling SANZU that your Saturdays were strictly for housework, he honestly thought you were joking—What idiot in their twenties would spend the weekend doing that?

Evidently his idiot, that’s who.

Imagine his surprise when he showed up, unannounced, ready to have you on every piece of furniture, only to be threatened with a feather duster the second he went to grab your ass. “Paws off. I already changed the sheets on my bed, cleaned the bathroom, the kitchen, and mopped the floors, so unless you’re here to help dust or wipe windows, keep it in your pants, Haruchiyo.”

Needless to say, he wasn’t the happiest houseguest.

After the long work week he’s had, Sanzu was looking forward to locking the two of you in the back all weekend, going at it like rabbits with no other purpose but keep the neighbors up—Pretty much until the room stank. But, thanks to this cleaning ritual of yours, that wasn’t about to happen anytime soon. Especially not with the various scented candles you were burning to hide the potent smell of bleach and pine-sol. God, he was getting such a headache from overstimulation…and not the good kind.

“This is such bullshit,” he groaned into the couch, where you banished him after he tried to bend you over the washing machine while you were loading another basket of dirty clothes. “Why’d you even invite me over if we weren’t gonna do anything…”

You paused from folding, side-eyeing him. “I didn’t invite you.”

“You said you were staying in all day. That’s practically code for: I’m bored, come dick me down.”

Your laugh had snuck up on you, racking through your entire body to the point you had curled forward. The leap he took to draw such a conclusion nearly gave you whiplash as you attempted to regain composure. “Maybe for freaky-fucks like you, but the rest of us usually mean it as something mundane. Like, oh I dunno, doing chores.”

“On a Saturday?? What ‘re ya, 80??”

You shrugged, placing another item onto its respective pile. “You don’t have to stay, y’know. If you have something better to do, then by all means, don’t let me keep you.”

Sanzu abruptly sat up from his position, the clothes you had laid on his back flopping onto the floor, instantly losing their folded shape. You shot him an annoyed glance, but figured some of the blame was yours for using his skittish-ass for a table. The pinkette wore a pitiful look, wide cerulean eyes piercing right through you as he gave a defiant punch to the couch cushion, “Was ‘posed to be doing you! And you are keeping me from doing that!”

With a huff, you set aside the pile you were currently working through to gather up the clothes that he so rudely let fall to the floor. “Unfortunate. Now lay back down, and be a good table. Since you wanted to be chair so fucking badly.”

“Piss off.”

He absolutely laid back down.

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU pt 66

part 1 | part 65 | ao3

cw: i don’t do drugs, dad, it’s only marijuana

“Uh,” Steve splutters, choking on his own spit. “Is that wise?”

It’s a question Eddie gives zero fucks about, apparently, because he’s already lighting a joint — cherry bright, shadows sharp, chin held aloft as he hollows his cheeks. “Extremely,” he croaks, blowing smoke out in a thick ring.

Steve’s mouth flattens to a frown. “Literally how?” he begs to know. “I thought we were supposed to be, like, fortifying our defenses. Building our mind shields or whatever the fuck.”

“Au contraire, mon frère.” Eddie takes a hit and holds it. “We are fighting a psychic wizard. Therefore…” Another toke, another trail of perfect smoke rings, ducklings lined up big to small. “It stands to reason that we should trash his battlefield.”

It stands to reason we should what?

“…Ohhhhhh,” Steve nods when he gets it. He reaches up to take the joint, tipping his chin in thanks when Eddie slots it into the V of his fingers, and squints as he sips in a quick puff; adds a French inhale at the end of a second huge hit. Eddie’s not the only one who knows how to do cool tricks. “So this is like the time we let a bunch of cows loose on Thompson’s field the night before the homecoming game.”

“Yeah, exactly— well- well, no, actually, not like that, what in the Indiana bumpkin fuck—? Never mind.” Eddie tosses his hair and rocks on his heels, and Steve can’t help but snort as he watches him shake himself clear like a little Eddie Etch-A-Sketch. “Important things only,” Eddie mumbles to himself. “Essentials,” he’s saying, “Essentials. What are essentials?”

And meanwhile Steve is saying: “Eddie-A-Sketch.”

Eddie hollers a startled cackle as he whips his head around, his face all squiggly with confusion, brows pinched, nostrils flared. “Steve, what the hell?”

Steve giggles uncontrollably. “Etch-A-Skeddie? No—”

“Holy shit.” He scrubs his hands down his face and laughs weakly at the ceiling. “How much weed did you just smoke?”

From anyone else it would sound like scolding, but Eddie just pulls out a few more joints, sticks three in his mouth at once, and mumbles good-naturedly, “Lemme catch up, I guess. Christ.”

While Eddie smokes enough weed to briefly hotbox a room with a hole in the floor, Steve watches the water ripple, spellbound by shimmering shapes in the dark for what feels like decades until he remembers all at once that it fucking sucks in here. It’s cold, and he’s starving, and his back is kinda stiff. “Hey…”

He looks over his shoulder, rolling into the stretch. Eddie’s doing some weird noodly shit in a corner, bent at the waist with his arms pretzeled overhead, swinging side to side, the ends of his hair sweeping the dusty, splintered planks. “Hey! Eddie.”

“Hmm?”

“Weren’t we supposed to be finding supplies?”

“Oh, shit.” Eddie swings himself upright; starts pacing back and forth. “Shit, yeah. What did we need?”

“Besides food and water?”

“Booze!” He steps onto a pile of boxes just to hop back down again. “Booze, music, more drugs…”

More drugs. Great idea.

Steve plucks the stubby remnant of a joint up off the floor; Eddie spins around on tiptoe to peer out the boathouse window, and when he looks back at Steve he’s got a Cheshire cat grin. “Say, Steve-o. Stevie boy. Svennie—”

“I’ll kill you,” Steve coughs around a mouthful of smoke.

“Since I’m pretty sure we’re one hundred percent going to jail for, uh. All of this…” He waves his arms around at their whole situation, then gestures invitingly to the house at the top of the hill. “Whaddaya say we add breaking and entering to the list?”

—

part 67

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HEATED [Xavier]

Content: Smut, Misuse of Evols, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Dom/Sub Undertones, Mating Press, Xavier has a Big Dick, Penis in Vagina Sex, Breeding Kink, Coming Inside, Come Eating, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Lactation Kink, AFAB Reader, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

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You thought that the situation with the cats would stop at the ears, tail and slight change of mannerisms. However, despite this being a sudden yet common occurrence, your Evol resonated with the cat’s, and now you had a grown man in heat ready to bend you over in the streets. 

You struggled to get him home, but managed. The moment you closed the door, he dragged you into the the living room and threw you on the couch. Dropping to his knees, he shoved the skirt of your dress away, revealing the wet patch of your panties and stockings. 

“Can I? Please?” He asked as he nuzzled against your thigh, hands fumbling with his belt. 

You wanted to move to the bedroom, to give him more room to move, but seeing his dick already hard and red as pre-cum drooled from the tip. 

“Okay, sure. Lemme just—” The second you gave him consent, a quick flash of light blinded you, and your heated lower half suddenly felt a lot cooler. “Xavier—fuck!” He had already thrown your legs over his shoulder before shoving his tongue in your cunt. 

“You’re so wet. All for me…” Whispered to your glistening folds, followed by the filthy symphony of your folds conducted by his tongue.

You couldn’t hold back from singing for him. “Mmmh…fuc—ah…” 

The heated haze that clouded his mind was not indulgent. He was not eating you out as a means of foreplay, but because he needed to get you off. He needed his cum to mix with yours, be he knew that he would not last in your tight heat. 

So when you did come, he wasted no time in adjusting your position. Though, he still had enough sense to ask for your permission (despite having you on your back, with your thighs pressed against your chest). 

“Can I come inside?” He was already rubbing against your folds, quickly gathering enough of your slick to easily glide against it. “Please, Master?”

His thick tail was thumping against the edge of the couch. His cat ears were flat against his head, while his human ones were a burning red along with the rest of his face. He was pouting, and you could have sworn that the moonlight had reflected against the tears lining his waterline. 

How could you ever say no to him, when you were oh so very willing?

You beckoned him closer with a finger, “Come closer, Xavier.” Once he was in reach, you snatched him by the tie, licking the shell of his red ear before commanding him. “Please your master well, Xavier.”

He whimpered, his bucking against you, and it took everything in you to not ruin your moment and moan. That all fell apart the moment he entered, however. You understood why Xavier threw his head back and groaned—that was his heat working on him. 

You, on the other hand, did not expect the change in size. Not that you were complaining—of course not—but how could something so big slide in so easily. 

There was no rhythm or reason to the movement of his hips. He was simply racing to reach his peak. It wasn’t a far race, since he had patiently taken care of you before himself.  

The snap of his hips were pounding sloppily into when he asked, “I wanna come inside—can I? Please, Master?” 

“Ah—Are you asking to breed your master, Xavier?” Your hands found his cat ears, smirking as they fluttered between your fingertips. “Shouldn’t I, as your master, be breeding you?” His words became incoherent, but you’re sure you heard a “yes, please” in there somewhere. 

You shelved the thought for now, instead granting him mercy. 

“Fill me ‘til I’m dripping.”

Finally, with your permission, did he come. Pushing himself as deep as he could, he pressed against the spot that had you breathless. Even after you had calmed from your high, he was still coming, and coming, and coming. His body made sure to follow your command to as instructed. 

But neither of you were done yet.

Far from it. 

While partaking in your combined ambrosia, his fingers played you for more. 

“Does Master’s pussy love me?” He pulled away, then pulled your folds open, watching your cunt pulse around nothing. He groaned, diving back in. Despite him coming in you, both of you were ready for him to do it again. 

But he wanted more of your juices before he filled you to the brim again.  

Shoving three fingers into your cunt, he curled them, making sure to assault that spongy spot. You didn’t have enough time to realize what exactly he had pulled from you until his mouth had clamped back on your cunt. 

“Xavier, what the fuck—” Your eyes widen. Despite his face being dripping in your slick, his blue eyes were glazed with that heat.

He was not yet satisfied, and you were becoming more sure that you were being influenced by his heat because you weren’t either.

He didn’t even bother wiping the slick from his chin as he aligned himself, but then he paused and blinked.

“...milk…”

Another flash of light and you were completely exposed to him, your dress split in two on the floor (the stockings were staying on, however). Now, he was sitting up against the couch with you on his dick (when the hell had that happened).

One hand groped one breast while his mouth worked the other, and his hips thrusting into you. 

You were a mess,

but not as much as him.

“If you’re pregnant, you’ll have milk, won’t you, Master?” He sucked hard on your nipple, trying to pull the nonexistent milk from it. “If you get pregnant, can I drink your milk, please?”

You knew you didn’t want kids now in your life, but the way he was talking seriously had you thinking about it. 

Unconsciously, you clench around him. 

And that was your reckoning. 

There was only one thing on his mind:

Feel the heat of your cunt around his dick, let its vice grip milk him for everything he’s got and more.

One good snap of his hips had you coming, and him rambling, damn near praying to you. 

“Yes, fuck! Yes, Master! Milk me for everything! It’s all yours, everything I’ve fucken—fuck! Let me fill you—I’ll make sure my Master is filled up so good…” 

A prayer so deprived that you were sure it was one-of-a-kind.

“Can—shit—can I come in you again? Right after this? I…I wanna see how it looks. Your puffy pussy still wanting more even after I’ve got you leaking out my cum—Fuck! Fuck—Y’ll let me clean you up, right? Let me go done on you one last time?” At the end of that deprived man’s prayer, his gaze met yours.

You closed your eyes, resigned. Who were you to deny your kitten’s deepest desires.

“I want them to hear me beyond the Deepspace, Xavier.”

“Yes, Master.”

Breeding Kink with no uterus? More likely than you think!

Now that my uterus is gone, you'll probably be reading more from me from now on (not my own uterus being my ovaries fucking inhibitor LMAO (FUCK THAT UTERUS THO IT WAS TRYING TO KILL ME, THAT BITCH).

Anyway, shout out @/javacat person on Twitter for making me insane. Let's also thank my usual possession for the Master shit to come out, that shit blindsided me (a lot of this fic blindsided me tbfh).

I might try to do something with the other three but DO NOT HOLD ME TO IT.

Anyway, oh wait chile, I just realized I was supposed to quote the last thing he says in his kindled. SEE, SEE! THIS IS HOW BAD THE POSSESSION GETS. Head in fucking hands.

Edit: I'd like to thank my bestie for reminding me to add "Come Eating" tag SKSKSKSKSKSKSK

Masterlist

[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4150

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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3.

OMNISCIENT For some weeks now, Yasmine has been receiving calls and texts from Carmelo under strange numbers, and she has simply blocked him each time. Especially when Trick attempted to contact and text her, she would disregard all of his messages because she no longer trusted him. He believed Carmelo over her, of all people.

Yasmine was at the gym working out, trying to forget what had happened to her; she hadn't spoken about it since Montez and Jonathan arrived to pick her up after she moved out.

She didn't even want to think about it; it would just cause her anxiety to creep up on her and make her feel even more worthless than she already is.

Yasmine would be drowning in her thoughts late at night, wondering if she'd ever find a good man that she could trust, but was that even possible?

She wore headphones and listened to music while she did her bicep roll reps with the dumbbells before she went to the arena today to sign the contract on Smackdown.

Meanwhile, she felt her phone buzzing inside her training shorts as she paused to place the dumbbells on the bench and took her phone out of her pocket.

She noticed Montez had texted her, probably to check up on her.

Big Bro Tez💪🏽 sent 2+ messages IMESSAGE 💬 Big Bro Tez💪🏽: hey sis I was just checking in on you to see how you were doing. Big Bro Tez💪🏽: text me back whenever you can I'll see you at work I love you sis ♥️

It always made her happy knowing that her big brother cares about her and her well-being will always be there for her.

IMESSAGE 💬 Minnie🧃: I'm fine Montez Big Bro Tez💪🏽: are you sure? you don't have to come in to work today Minnie🧃: I have too so I can sign the contract then I'll probably just stay and watch your match out back Big Bro Tez💪🏽: A'ight little sis if you say so I won't pressure you Minnie🧃: thank you now lemme' get back to my workout since you rudely interrupted me 😭🙄 Big Bro Tez💪🏽: whatever nigga

Yasmine chuckled at his message before getting back to her workout and moving her headphones back in place.

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Yasmine took a shower before heading to the arena for Smackdown tonight. She was only there to support her big brother and Angelo, of course.

She was curious when she'd make her debut on Smackdown, which is probably soon. For right now, it'll just probably be segments of her getting interviewed by Byron Saxton about her upcoming debut.

She got out of the shower, wrapped her body in a towel, and dried her hair, making sure that every part of it was dry.

Sitting down inside the shower with her legs crossed, she scrolled through her Instagram, noticing that Carmelo had commented on her post that she made.

Her face turned up at his comment, questioning her about not answering his phone calls.

'This nigga won't understand the elephant in the room will he?'

After drying her body off, she lavender herself with some lotion and put on a comfortable outfit for tonight's smackdown. She walked out of the bathroom, grabbing her keys and purse while making sure she had everything before heading to her car.

As she headed out towards her car, she saw someone walking up to her. She couldn't recognize the face until he came a little bit closer, and that's when she knew that it was him. So Yasmine immediately went inside her car, locking the door in the process while he came banging on her window.

"Baby! Open the door." Carmelo said.

Yasmine shook her head as she turned the button on in the ignition, as he tried to open the door by the handle but not realizing that it was locked.

"C'mon, baby, don't be this way. I only did what I did so you can act right." Yasmine scoffed at his reasoning as she gave him the middle finger, pulling out from the parking lot and driving off in the process.

✧˚° Yasmine made it to the arena, parking in the garage. As she grabbed her purse while getting out of the car again, she realized she was only here to sign the contract and support her brother. Nothing more would happen, right?

She walked inside the building, seeing all the fans coming in to get their tickets or buy wrestlers' merchandise. That's when she ran into a fan who recognized her and started squealing.

"OH, MY GOODNESS, ARE YOU YASMINE THEE YASMINE FROM NXT?" The fan asked while Yasmine smiled at them.

"Yes of course hon what can I do for you?" She asked.

"May I please get an autograph and a picture?" Yasmine nodded her head while grabbing the marker from them, signing their T-shirt with her signature. The fan pulled out their phone, setting it up on camera mode for them to take a picture with her.

They did a pose as they snapped the picture together while hugging Yasmine she gladly responded to the hug.

"Omg thank you sooo much!" The fan said.

"No problem hon." Yasmine gave them one last hug before continuing her way towards Paul's office.

It felt nice to her to know that she had some fans who liked her and enjoyed her wrestling. She felt her phone buzz, making her stop in her tracks. Pulling it out, she saw that Bianca texted her.

Breezy🫶🏽 sent 2+ messages IMESSAGE 💬 Breezy🫶🏽: Montez told me you would be here tonight wya? Breezy🫶🏽: Actually, I see your location. I'm coming towards you; you should see me waving my hand.

Yasmine looked around, seeing someone waving their hand back and forth. She stood on her tippy toes, seeing Bianca waving her hand, and smiling, ran up towards her.

They both hugged each other while everyone was around them as they pulled away from each other.

"Oh, my goodness girl you look good." Bianca said.

"Thank you, girl you look good as well too." She spoke.

"C'mon, let's go to your brother's locker." We started strolling towards Montez's dressing room. It was nice to be around Bianca and them again; maybe she won't run into Carmelo's ass. But she doesn't get her hopes up very much, so there's no guarantee that he'll come seeking for her merely to make her feel useless.

We eventually arrived to his locker room, where she spotted Trinity, Jonathan, and an unfamiliar figure. They all gazed at her, then Trinity and Jon approached her and hugged me. 

"Oh, my goodness, girl, I'm so happy that you're away from that nigga man." Trinity spoke. "Well, as long as Montez and Jon are with me, I'll be alright, since he's definitely here today. Just like everyone else that was drafted. Have you seen Tiffany? Yasmine replied.

"Yeah, she was in here a couple of minutes ago." She stated this while nodding her head. Yasmine sat next to Trinity, watching Montez's tag team match against the New Day. She absolutely loved seeing my brother beat up his opponents, which is why she wanted to be in this profession. 

But now she regrets it simply because she is dealing with Carmelo's ass, but someone grabbed her eye: a man spreading on his phone while wearing a Yeet shirt, black sweatpants, and a fresh haircut with piercings.

'Damn he looked so fine would it be rude to be admiring him like this?'

She felt Bianca prodding me, drawing my attention as she glanced at her with a sneer on her face. "Girl, who were you looking at?"

"I-I wasn't looking at nobody B not too much, okay?" Yasmine said, rolling her eyes at her. 

She chuckled at me as she fixed her focus on the TV screen, watching her fiancé whoop some asses. Meanwhile, Yasmine got up from the couch and informed them that she was going to the restroom right now. As she walked towards the restroom, she heard a familiar voice talking to someone about something. She looked up to saw the person who damaged her, Carmelo, who appeared to be on the phone with someone.

Yasmine sighed deeply as she walked by him on her way to the facilities, until she felt him grip her arm, almost causing her to stumble. "Hey pretty girl, I didn't know you were here." Carmelo said.

She rolled her eyes at him and yanked herself away from him, "Look, don't you ever touch me or even come near me after what you did to me." He chuckled darkly at her while approaching up to her, causing her to back up. 

"I recall you calling me daddy the last time I fucked this wonderful pussy of mine, dear." "That's because you made me call you that nigga I didn't want to call you that." She remarked as she pushed him hard.

He didn't like that and grabbed her by the throat, pressing her to the wall like he had done previously, making her feel terrified and uncomfortable. That was something he like seeing from her, all afraid beneath him. 

"Do you see how you submit to me?" It should be this way all of the time". Yasmine fought to free herself, but he tightened his grasp on her throat. She felt like she couldn't breathe while fighting him off and screamed at the top of her lungs. All she wanted to do was use the restroom and not run into his ass.

She used all of her might to hit him in the face, causing him to tumble as Yasmine escaped. 

Yasmine fled as fast as she could without turning back, tears welling up in her eyes as she heard Carmelo cry her name. She spotted the same foreign face standing at the door with his legs crossed, looking at his phone and running up to him.

✧˚° JEY

I was standing by the door on my phone, looking for Montez's sister Yasmine. As I was doing so, I heard what sounded like someone rushing. When I looked up, I saw a female sprinting towards me, clearly in danger. She approached behind me, and I noticed Carmelo approaching this direction as if he was hunting for her, and when she grabbed me aggressively, it attracted my attention.

Almost appeared afraid in a way? Her eyes begged for assistance from me, so I did what any guy would do and defended her. 

As he approached, he noticed me with her and attempted to walk up on us, grabbing her arm as I pushed him. "Aye, you might wanna back up dawg." I stated this while clutching the female behind me.

"Man you might wanna back up and give her ass to me nigga ion know who you think yo' ass is c'mon Yasmine." He stated that's when I turned around to view her face, and she looked so damn good. 

I felt her grip my hand strongly as I interlaced mine with hers, and he took note, attempting to separate us so he could grab her up. But I managed to deliver a left hook, causing him to fall backward while clutching his bloodied lip.

"You know what? Don't worry about it, Yasmine. I got something for you later." When he went away, she sank to her knees, hands in her face, weeping, and the door opened to reveal Trinity. 

"Josh, what happened?" She asked.

"She came up running towards me away from the ol' boy. He just left." I said.

"Shit, well, my match is coming up. Can you take care of her, please?" As Trinity departed to get dressed, I nodded yes and kneeled down to play with Yasmine's curly hair. She looked up at me with puffy eyes, which made me sad. What was her history with Ol' Boy? I extended my hand, expecting her to grasp it, as we walked her inside the room and closed the door behind us.

Nobody else was in there except us, and she sat down with her head low while I poured her something to drink in a cup and walked up to her. 

I patted her on the shoulder, prompting her to flinch: "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, Shawty." I offered her the cup while sitting on the same couch she was on. I saw she was still shivering a little, so I slid over to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to me. She hesitated at first but then lay her head on my chest.

I looked down at her, watching her drink her water from the cup I had given her. I felt her body relax with my touch, and her eyes locked on mine as we both established eye contact. 

'Fuck, she's so pretty.'

'Damn, he looks good in person.'

She looked away from me as I chuckled at her facial expressions, knowing that I made her nervous, which made me boldly grab her face to make her look at me again just so I could see that gorgeous face.

"Not goin lie you look gorgeous as hell." I said bluntly.

"T-thank you...I never got your name..." she said softly.

"My name is Joshua. I'm Jonathan's brother, but people call me Jey or Josh for short. Whatever you want, mama." Her facial expression seemed a bit perplexed, not having heard something like that before.

'Did he just call me mama? Hmm, I like it very much better than what the fuck Melo used to call me. It's something different.'

We heard the door opening as we moved away from each other, acting like nothing had happened as we saw Montez coming towards us.

"You good little sis? I heard what happened." Montez asked as she nodded her head.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Josh was there in a nick of time before anything else could happen, " she said.

Montez walked towards my way as he dapped me up, thanking me for protecting his sister from her ex-boyfriend. That dude is her ex-boyfriend? No wonder I gotta find out more about that.

I saw Bianca coming into the room as I walked towards her way, pulling her to the side real quick.

"What's up, Joshua?" Bianca questioned me.

"I know it ain't my business or nothing, but I wanna know more about yo' bestie right there. What's her history with Ol' boy?" I said, folding my arms over my chest.

"Look, when the time is right, she'll tell you because it's not my business to tell, but all I can say is that he's dangerous and did something horrible to her." I nodded my head, not wanting to press on the conversation about it, fixing my gaze at her, who was still talking to her brother while her gaze fixed towards my way, smiling at me before looking at Montez.

'She has such a pretty smile, damn just made my heart flutter a little bit.'

'Imma' get to know her more, and when the time is right, she'll be with me.'

After having my match for the main event for tonight I went towards bathroom to take a shower before I could I see Yasmine standing there look like she waiting on someone.

I walked towards her way shirtless as she looked towards my way eye fucking me, which made me have a smug expression on my face.

"Do I look good, mama, or what?" I asked in a deep tone.

She rolled her eyes at me, folding her arms at me, "Yeah, whatever, boy, what'chu doing anyways?" She's so sassy I like that shit; leaning against the wall.

"I was finna head in the shower before going home; how about you? What'chu doing here standing fo'?"

"I was waiting on Montez and Bianca to take us home, but they are taking forever." She pouted. Damn, she's adorable at that, listening to her vent.

"Lemme' take a shower real quick, and I'll take you home. I'll make sure Montez knows before he goes ballistic." Yasmine nodded her head while going inside Montez's locker room, shutting the door while I walked towards the bathroom to take a shower before I took this little girl home.

I don't know why, but she makes my heart flutter and racing like crazy it's like I'm almost in love with her or something, but it seems like she has a scarred heart.

✧˚°

I texted Montez that I'd be taking his younger sister home because she appeared exhausted. I was correct: she fell asleep on the way to her cot. I continued stealing looks at her, watching her slumber like a small child. I drove with one hand on her thigh, stroking my palm across my beard and concentrated on the road as well as Yasmine.

I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her beauty; it was almost as if I was entranced without even realizing it. I eventually pulled up to Montez and Bianca's crib, turning into the driveway without noticing their car. I shook Yasmine lightly, not wishing to startle her. 

Her eyes flutter open, wiping the crust from her eyes, looking around the area and noticing that she was home.

"Hey, pretty mama, you're home." I said as she smiled at me.

"Thank you, Josh, for taking me home when you didn't have to." She said.

"Well, I didn't want you to wait on your big-headed ass brother, so I offered." She chuckled at my comment about her brother as she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car while I did the same, grabbing her bags in the backseat.

We walked up to the door, and she opened it with the key she had on her keychain, opening it while holding it for me. We walked inside the home together, locking the door behind us as I placed her luggage on the wooden floor. I could tell she was fatigued based on her energy and movement. "you sleepy?" She glanced at me, nodded, and rubbed her eyes. I, being the gentlemen that I am, grabbed her by the thighs and carried her upstairs to her bedroom.

I carried her like this, which surprised her because she hadn't been carried like this by a MAN before. 

I made it to her bedroom and opened the door before laying her down, but for some reason, she didn't withdraw her arms from around my neck, leading us to remain close. Noticing her movements, she withdrew her arms away from my neck and walked away from me. I scratched the back of my head, observing her every step.

I saw her taking some clothing from her drawer and thought that was my cue to go home because I had already done my part, right? 

Before I could head out, I heard her say something, but she was stumbling on her words, "C-could you stay just for a little bit? I don't like being by myself." I didn't think it was a good idea since Montez and em' were on the way home, and he'd kill me if he saw me staying the night with his little sister.

"Mama ion think that's a good idea I don't want yo' brother to kill me." I said, hearing her sigh deeply.

"It's fine...I understand...but thanks again, though I appreciate it.." she said softly.

I could tell that she wanted me to stay, so I texted Montez to see.

IMESSAGE 💬 HomieJosh💪🏽: Yo' Montez Fatheadtez😭: what's up? is my sister home? HomieJosh💪🏽: yeah, I made it to yall crib but she just asked me to stay I told her that wouldn't be a good idea I didn't want yo' ass to kill me 😭😭 Fatheadtez😭: look I trust you around my little sister she's been through a lot and she's very anxious maybe you're someone she can go to whenever she's having a panic attack when I'm not there or when the girls aren't or Jon. HomieJosh💪🏽: you sure? Fatheadtez😭: yes dawg I'm sure maybe that's what she needs someone to be there for her and comfort her she really does need that the most after what happened to her. HomieJosh💪🏽: wym? what happened? 🤨 Fatheadtez😭: look don't tell her that I told you this but that dude that was chasing after her that was her ex-boyfriend Carmelo he's from the NXT roster but got drafted on the blue brand with us but that's not the point...the point is...he did something bad to her in her locker room it's...sensitive dawg something that I can't get into but whenever she's ready she'll tell you. HomieJosh💪🏽: A'ight then dawg I'll take yo' word for it. Fatheadtez😭: A'ight I'll pop in to check in just to make sure HomieJosh💪🏽: A'ight 😭😭

After messaging Montez, I noticed Yasmine exiting the shower with a towel wrapped around her body, grabbing her bottle of lotion and deodorant from the dresser. I was observing her lavendering her body with her scented lotion, which smelled lovely, as she returned it to the dresser. That's when she untied her towel and let it drop to the ground as I turned around, not wanting to be a pervert or anything.

"you can turn around now." Yasmine said.

When I turned back, I saw her in booty shorts and a long T-shirt that caressed her body as she strolled towards her bed to get comfy. She left some space for me in case I stayed, which I did, as I removed my shirt and sweatpants and joined her in bed. She had her back to me, nestled up in her pillow, curled up like a ball as I wrapped my arm around her waist, bringing her closer to me.

She felt comfortable underneath me, nuzzling my neck on her shoulder and moving her head toward me, our faces close together. 

"Did my brother say you could?" She asked.

"Yeah, I was texting him about it while you were in the shower Ma." I said as I gazed down at her lips while she did the same with me.

"O-oh okay..." her voice trailed off while turning her head.

Which without hesitation I turned grabbed her by the chin making her look at me once more I didn't want to scare her with my bold actions brushing my thumb against her lips.

"Why do you do that? Hm?"

"D-do what?" Yasmine asked nervously.

"You always look away from me. Do I make you nervous?" She maintained eye contact with me, nodding her head in the process, earning me a chuckle.

I caressed her face, pulled her head closer to my chest, and felt her hand on there as well. She was tracing my Samoan tattoos.

"Did these hurt like all of em'?" She asked while I nodded my head.

"Yeah, it hurt like hell, but I took it like a G, you feel me?" I said, hearing her soft chuckle.

"Probably cried." I sat upright, feeling offended by her statement.

"Excuse me, little girl?"

She laughed at me, covering her lips as I picked her up, placed her on my lap, and held her in place. That's when she stopped all the awful laughing. It's the small things I do that make her feel frightened and silent, like maintaining eye contact while her hands are on my chest and mine are on her hips.

"W-we should go to sleep before Montez walks in on us like this." She said. 

"You scared of him or something?" She punched me on the chest, rolling her eyes because she wanted to be playful, and shit I gave her ass a tiny smack, causing her to yelp. She whacked me upside the head as I winced in agony, laughing at me. A'ight bet I sat up straight, seizing her legs and holding her down on the bed while going between them.

And fuck, she just looked so good underneath me like this seeing all of her natural features. "You know, you look beautiful mama?" She did what she always did but took the compliment instead of giving me an attitude.

"T-thank you." I let her go as she cuddled up on my chest, my hand in the back of my head, and the other holding onto her.

I watched her drift to sleep, hearing my heartbeat going up and down as I rubbed her back gently, making her feel at ease with my touch.

I yawned a few times before closing my eyes and drifting to sleep as well. Hopefully, in the morning, she'll feel better.

SomeThing Bout' Us.

A/n: welll Yasmine and Jey are getting a little touchy feely right now lol but I think Yasmine is honestly really scared due to her commitment issues because of Carmelo and her past relationships.

But she feels safe around Jey and being in his arms and presence will probably change her mind we'll see.

Hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

[elfqueen006]

Trash

Tags: roommates, the 80s, alcohol mention, Joseph sucks a bit in this, unrequited love, canon divergent

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“Come on, baby, please?”

You hear Joseph’s voice in the living room as you throw on some clothes. You decide to listen in, curious. Who’s on the chopping block this time?

“Just… please send me some cash, I’ll take you out and we can have a sweet time tonight.” he said, speaking honey sweet words into the receiver. “I’ll make it worth your while. What do you say?”

You push your door open carefully so as not to make a sound, stepping out into the hallway.

“No- no, baby! Baby…” he pleaded profusely before his expression soured. “Fucking bitch!” he yelled, slamming the phone onto the hook. At the same time you shut the door and hurried out from the hallway.

“You called?”

Joseph pinched the bridge of his nose, “I said fucking bitch…”

“Oh, thought you said (Name).”

Joseph chuckles and his initial bad mood seems to be forgotten once he sees you’re carrying a wallet. “I was wondering where that was. Couldn’t find it in your jacket.” He nods to the aforementioned, hanging on the coat rack. When you moved in it had just been there. ‘Came with the room,’ your landlord said, but you thought better of that. You just assumed someone left it and brushed it off with a shrug; after all, who doesn’t like free stuff?

You raised a brow, “You went through my jacket?”

He smiles, “Of course I did.” Of course he did.

“Besides, you told me to help myself to whatever I wanted. Your food is mine, mine is yours, etcetera…” 

“I was referring to the kitchen and television, Joseph.”

You don’t even know why you were explaining that. He obviously knew, otherwise he wouldn’t be giving you that “yes I’m a bastard but don’t you wanna pinch my cheeks?” face.

“I only found sixty-two cents anyway.” he muttered.

“Did you keep it?”

“No, It wasn’t even enough for a pack of cigarettes.”

“The economy…” you said.

Joseph shrugged and flopped down on the couch, his massive weight pushing it back a bit. You wince when it hits the wall.

“Easy on the couch, you know shit here is cheap..” you said.

“So you should have no problem buying another one.” Joseph replied. He barely helped pay the rent enough as is, so why would he pitch in for the furniture? You supposed you couldn’t hold it against him though, his ex-girl over the phone was probably going to be half of this month’s rent.

He sees you throwing on your jacket and raises up slightly, “Where ya going?”

“To get a drink,” you said. The man’s eyes light up at that and he instantly hops off the couch.

“Oh, hang on! Lemme get my jacket too!”

“I’m only getting a pack of wine coolers.” you said, but Joseph was already coming back in his ratty corduroy.

“I’ll take a smidgen of anything with alcohol in it right now, let’s just go!” he then began to pull you along with him out the door.

You didn’t get wine coolers like you planned. After a lot of hassling from Joseph he convinced you to come to a small bar on the side of the wall of a building. One of the places he frequented most likely, as everyone knew him by name. The bartender regarded him with annoyance and mild amusement as he spouted some schmoozy words about his day and why he’d be late on his payment that day.

“Put it on my tab? Thanks.” Joseph said with a smile.

“Can I just have a coke?” you asked.

You heard Joseph scoff beside you, “Really? What happened to wine coolers?”

“The stuff from here is too pricey…”

“I literally come here because the shit here is cheap!” Joseph said.

“If it’s so cheap, why don’t you pay your tab on time?” The bartender said, pouring you a glass of coke.

“I just never have it when I need it!”

“When you need it, you’re spending it on booze.” You muttered into your cup.

Abruptly Joseph stood up, waving the two of you off. “Fuck the both of you…”

Sighing, you continue to nurse your drink. Then, deciding to look over the menu’s cheaper options, you decide it wouldn't be a big loss to spike your drink a bit. You hold out your cup to the bartender asking him for a shot of low quality liquor in your coke. 

Joseph is taking a while to come back from…wherever the hell he is. At first, you assumed he was going to the bathroom. You hoped he didn’t ditch you with the tab.

The bartender leaned down on the bar counter, getting eye level with you. “So, you with him?” he asked.

“Yeah but I’m not paying for his tab.” you replied simply.

“No, I mean like, is he your man?”

You scrunch your nose and you can’t tell if it’s because of the question or your drink’s sharp taste. You simply shook your head, looking elsewhere.

The bartender hums, “Do you like him?”

“Yeah… he’s nice.” A quick glance at the bartender told you he wasn’t impressed with your answer. He was clearly digging for more. Perhaps some gossip. And while that wasn’t your thing exactly, you found yourself confessing to something you didn’t think would come out of your mouth.

“I don’t date guys like Joseph.”

“What are guys like Joseph?”

“...”

Trash. Scheming, whorish, trash. Like many other bumpkins, Joseph came to the city with a dime and a dream. They often leave with nothing, get lucky, or scrape for the scraps the big dogs leave behind. He was a lost puppy that couldn’t be kept and wanted something different than what you could give him. When he didn’t want anymore he left without warning, and took to the streets.

He was cut from an imbalanced cloth; born with good looks, a big dick, and bad judgment.

But you liked him. It was hard not to, he was attractive. He was funny. And he was confident, even when he was wrong. You were pretty sure that your fascination went beyond just wanting to sleep with him. But you knew who he was and his type. He’d confessed to trying to steal from you for chrissakes.

You couldn’t say you knew the exact outcome for Joseph, seeing as he was fairly new to the city. And there were times you wanted to help him get to where he’s going. But you didn’t want to be that person who fell for a grifter, sweet talked into giving when you had enough until you had nothing. Even if there were a chance he’d want you, convince you to elope with him on a motorbike, heading to wherever the wind took you – what would you have to show for it when the man you’d rely on had no sense and not a penny to his name?

Love? 

“Well-”

“Guess who just got forty dollars easy, you bitches?” Joseph triumphantly boasted, slamming a couple of twenties with some change on the counter and sliding it towards the bartender. 

“How’d you come up with that so fast?” you asked.

Joseph smirked, “I have my ways.”

 In the next second, an older flushed man hastily pulled his pants up as he scrambled out of the bathroom; you gave an impressed nod.

“Lemme just…get that,” you swiped one of the twenties and pocketed it.

“Wh- hey! That could’ve covered half my tab!” Joseph protested.

“And now it’s covering half your rent,” you said, grinning at him.

Joseph sucked his teeth. “And here I was thinking you liked me for my smoldering personality.”

“Add on a bank account to that personality, and I might like you more than I do now.”

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i think i'll make a part 2 to this. I originally planned for there to be smut, but I'm burnt out lowkey. I got several different drafts on the backburner.

[bluebeary-jay]

scattered thoughts / sharp focus

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Joel is taken away from you and upon finding him almost-dead... something in you snaps ((kinda part 2 to clouded judgment / clear mind, but you don't necessarily need to read that one))

Tags: ANGST, angst with happy ending, near death experiences, Joel has surprisingly little screen time but you'll see he was there in spirit

Warnings: REALLY graphic descriptions of violence, small panic attacks, KINDA torture(?) 😳, choking, lemme know if i missed something

Word count: 7.5K

A/N: i can't believe i've finally finished it! i aimed for a worthy successor to cj/cm aaand i hope i managed but jeez was it hard. also i told myself i won't be writing sth like that again but i kinda have an idea for the final part (would be hurt/comfort 🤭) so let me know if it's sth you'd like to read. anyway as always happy reading!! 💕🥰 comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, i absolutely love seeing what you think of my fics!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You swallowed your tears and rested the chin on your hands, trying to push back the wave of panic threatening to drown you.

“Tell me again.”

Tommy sighed, his own eyes empty and worried.

“I don’t know who those guys were, but they obviously knew Joel. There was a dark man leadin’ them, and I think he had somethin’ wrong with his lip, but it was too far for me to take a good look. The group consisted of five, maybe six people? And I shot one of them, but he appeared to still be alive when they were leavin’.”

You were silent for a couple of seconds, trying to make sense of it all.

“And where did they take him?”

“I reckon to the old ski resort on the top of the mountain. We ventured pretty far from here to investigate these tracks.”

You nodded and steeled yourself, taking a deep, trembling breath and quickly drying your tears.

“Okay. I’m going.”

“You’re not.” Maria leaned over the table, her expression unyielding. “The decision is final.”

“I am going,” you repeated fiercely, slamming the flat of your hand against the tabletop, but Tommy gave you a stern look, which made you bite your tongue. “Look, I get that you don’t want to lose even more people in a rescue mission–”

“This is not what it’s about,” Maria retorted, almost looking hurt by your words. “Believe me, if I wasn’t carrying another human being inside me, I’d already be going after them. But you have to take other things into consideration.”

“She’s right,” Tommy spoke up quietly, though equally irritably, and you turned sharply to look at him in disbelief. “The route to the resort is very advantageous to fall into an ambush. They could shoot us off like ducks and we’d have nowhere to hide.”

“I don’t care,” you ground out, looking from one to the other. “We can’t leave Joel. He’s your family, for goddamn–”

“You think I don’t know that?!” shouted Tommy abruptly, bringing his hand down onto the table, too. “He’s my fucking brother and was family way before you were even born!”

“Tommy.” Maria kicked him under the table, keeping one hand on her belly. Her husband flared his nostrils, clearly agitated by your words, but you were too angry yourself to care right now. You two glared at each other for some time before Tommy clenched his fists and turned around.

“M’goin’ to get some air,” he said gloomily over his shoulder, already at the door leading outside. Maria sighed and looked at you again.

“Please. Don’t do anything stupid, and I swear I’ll send a group out as soon as this blizzard ends.”

“He can be long dead by then,” you answered gravely, really set off by Tommy’s reaction and his words. You tried to will your tear ducts to hold any signs of stress and worry, not wanting to show your friend how broken and helpless you felt inside. “If it was me, he’d already be halfway there to save me, Maria.”

“I know. But just think about it. If something happens to you…” She shook her head. “How do you think I’d be able to look Joel in the eyes and explain why… how…”

She genuinely seemed at a loss of words, and you sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

“I understand where you’re coming from, I really do. But I need to get him home, Maria. I have to.”

With that, you stood up, feeling like you were going to suffocate if you stayed in the room any longer. You didn’t look back even when you heard Maria calling your name softly.

There wasn’t any sense in discussing the matter with any of them – you made up your mind to go and save Joel and there was no way anyone would make you stay. He wouldn’t hesitate to go and get you if anyone dared to lay a hand on you.

You remembered that one time when he killed a group of men who wanted to use you as a bargaining chip to gain entry to Jackson. And how afterward you told him you’d do the same for him, unable to bear the painful and guilty expression on his face.

Now you planned on doing just that.

You were scared – of course you were, you weren’t stupid – and the nerves were practically eating you alive, gnawing at your bones and hurting your muscles from the inside out.

But the worst was the fear of never seeing Joel again. Of something happening to him. And you couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t at least try…

“I’m coming with you.”

Your head snapped to the side. There stood Ellie – dressed in a warm jacket and a hat that didn’t cover her ears. Her eyes were full of fire, and you recognized the anger and determination in her expression as the same which were almost suffocating you.

Of course she was eavesdropping on the conversation. It was Joel that it was about, after all, her dad in all but one sense.

And suddenly you understood what Maria meant by not being able to look Joel in the eyes if something happened to you.

“No,” you said curtly, walking past her and out onto the street in the direction of your house.

“I’m not asking for permission.” Ellie was right behind you, and the force of her steps showed just how angry and frustrated she was – just like you felt. “I know you’re gonna go after those guys, and I’m coming with you.”

“You’re not,” you repeated more sternly, not turning around to face her. You reached your house and fumbled to open the door. “You’re staying and that’s fina–”

You stopped yourself and sighed, pressing your forehead against the wooden surface.

It was unfair. You were unfair. If those exact words spoken by Maria have set you off so much, you wouldn’t be surprised if Ellie…

“You’re not my fucking mom, remember?” the girl barked angrily, and you let out a shuddering breath, stressed to your limits with everything that happened in the last few hours. “You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do just because you’re older!”

It’s okay. It’s gonna be fine. Everything is gonna be okay.

“I know,” you whispered after a couple of seconds of silence, still not turning around. “I’m sorry.”

Ellie didn’t answer. You repeated your quiet mantra and glanced over your shoulder at her. “But Ellie, I… I can’t let you go. Joel would never forgive me if something happened to you.”

Jesus. Exactly like Maria.

Ellie still looked pissed at your earlier words, and she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Well, you’re not the only one who cares about him, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. But you’re the one he cares about the most.”

Ellie opened her mouth. Closed it and furrowed her eyebrows, but the irritation in her eyes dimmed. You gave her a small, apologetic smile, trying not to burst into tears.

“He’s gonna be fine, you know,” you lied smoothly, opening the door. “And Maria said she’ll send a group to retrieve him as soon as the storm eases up a bit.”

You didn’t even need to look to know that she didn’t believe you. To be honest, you wouldn’t believe yourself either in this situation.

You waited several seconds to see if the girl wanted to say something else, but after a few moments she spun on her heel and went back, not saying anything. You stared after her, but when the thick snow made her figure just a fuzzy shape, you gently closed the door and pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes.

It’s going to be fine. You’ll get Joel back and all will be okay.

You took a couple of deep – albeit shaky – breaths to pull yourself together, and when you were pretty sure you weren’t about to start crying, you made your way into the kitchen. And stopped short.

At your table sat Tommy, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Fuck, Tommy,” you mumbled, trying to calm down your pounding heart. “You scared the crap out of me.”

The younger Miller looked up, but stayed silent. You looked at each other for a few tense moments, but ultimately you sighed and left him in the kitchen, going to your room to get a backpack and another, more fitting, set of clothes.

He was still there when you returned to the kitchen with your stuff, but you didn’t even pretend you weren’t preparing to head out. The man watched silently as you put the backpack down by the door, went to retrieve and reload your gun, and gathered some essentials on the table, not once glancing in his direction.

You were persistent in ignoring Tommy’s presence, but then he finally spoke up.

“We can go before dawn. I’ll get the horses ready and we will take the fourth gate.”

You froze and stopped what you were doing, then turned around and placed your hand on your hip.

“We can’t take horses up there. Not in this weather.”

“We’ll leave them at the fifteenth checkmark. That place in the East where there are so many swallows durin’ spring.”

You nodded, and your gaze softened when you looked him over. Tommy was just as worried about Joel as you were, you knew it. He was just better at hiding it.

“I’m sorry for what I said,” you murmured, feeling terrible that in such a short amount of time, it was a second person you were apologizing to. “But you know I have to go after him. You know that.”

“Fuck,” he swore quietly, sighing. “Yeah, I know. There’s no way I ain’t goin’ either. Just… I just hate doing somethin’ behind Maria’s back.”

You didn’t answer – because what could you say? That he didn’t have to go with you? As much as you wanted to save Joel, pretending not to care about the dangers or anyone’s opinion, you knew you’d probably die if you went alone. But it didn’t mean you were going to ignore all that Tommy was risking by coming along with you.

“You don’t have to, Tommy,” you whispered. “You have your wife to think about, after all. And your–”

“I know,” he interrupted glumly. “Don’t worry. All of us will come back.”

You nodded. You really hoped he was right.

*****

At first, everything was going according to plan.

At least, until Ellie decided to show up.

She surprised both you and Tommy a couple of miles outside of Jackson, probably thinking that it was far enough that you won’t try to send her away.

You tried anyway. You were understandably furious, not only because she didn’t listen to you, but also that she trailed after you both for so long in this weather. Her reveal caused a short screaming match and a couple of nervous tears shed by you, but eventually you and Tommy decided it’d be more dangerous to make Ellie go back to Jackson alone. So she continued with you to the house where you left your horses, then past it and in the direction of the ski resort.

You didn’t know how many people were at the resort, and there were only the two of you – well, three, counting Ellie, but no matter her stubbornness, you weren’t going to let her go in – and an attack was too risky in this situation.

So you decided to sneak in. To distract and draw the kidnappers’ attention long enough for you to get Joel out.  It was still stupidly risky, but it wasn’t like there were much more options that wouldn’t end in those guys killing all of you. The plan was that Tommy would find a vantage point and be on guard to take down any threats with his sniper rifle if you were noticed, while you go get Joel.

Ellie… Ellie didn’t take no for an answer. And as much as you hated that she tagged along on this dangerous rescue mission, you had to admit that she came prepared. Apparently some time ago Joel taught her how to make trap mines and she pitched the idea of planting some up the mountain to create an avalanche.

Well, you and Tommy were both very much against setting off a full-blown avalanche, but it wasn’t a bad idea per se. So it was agreed that Tommy will help her set the bombs in some strategic places while you wait for a signal to go in.

The sneaking in part was surprisingly easy. The people staying there didn’t leave any guards outside, probably because they didn’t expect that someone would actually look for them in this weather, and it seemed that there weren’t that many of them inside like you feared. You had a vague idea where Joel might be, based on the positioning of the people present, so you reckoned it’ll be the wisest to wait nearby.

It took about an hour of hiding in one of the empty rooms (you had to change your hiding spot once, because someone decided to randomly sweep the perimeter) before you heard distant explosions and panicked, angry yells, and then a rumble of the mountain. You suspected a fair amount of snow was falling down the slope, and you prayed that Ellie and Tommy were in a safe place when that happened.

You heard the sound of footsteps getting further away. Then more of it. It was eerily silent, and you counted to ten in your head, before slowly exiting your hiding spot.

Just as you suspected, Joel was held in the lobby, tied to one of the decorative columns, and even though his back was to you, you’d recognize him anywhere, even by hands or the back of his head alone. A quick glance around the room confirmed that there was no one around, but still you preferred to stay on guard. You silently tip-toed to where he was sitting on the floor, mindful of all the debris scattered on the floor and keeping your head low, and breathed a sigh of relief when you finally reached him.

“Don’t move,” you whispered, barely moving your lips. Your fingers touched his wrist and he budged slightly. You angled your face closer to the left side of his head, hoping he’ll hear you better this way. “It’s me, Joel. I’m gonna get these off you, okay?”

Not waiting for the reply, you took out your knife and started to cut the thick, coarse rope binding Joel’s wrists. You winced at the burns underneath, but you managed not to cut him, which was a feat with how tight the ropes were. He was very still, probably not wanting to handicap you.

“Okay,” you whispered when the last of the thick strands were cut through, and you carefully slid the remnants of the rope from his wrists. “Now follow me, Tommy is…”

Your voice died down when Joel’s arms loosely slumped down, along with his head, and a second later his torso started tilting to the side before heavily hitting the ground.

Your heart stopped in your chest.

“No.” The whispered word escaped you when you hurried around him, now not caring about staying hidden. “No, no, no, please…”

You rolled Joel onto his back and only now saw the damage done to him – his nose broken, face covered in blood, a gash under his left ear, and a still bleeding gunshot wound in his arm. He didn’t look dead, didn’t have that lifeless emptiness around him, but his eyes were closed and his chest was still. You put your ear to his mouth, desperate to feel his breath on your skin, but…

No, it can’t be, it can’t…

You couldn’t feel anything.

“Joel,” you said quietly, taking his face between your hands, but tears were blurring your vision. “Come on, please open your eyes.” A choked sob broke out of your throat and you shook your head when he still didn’t even as much as stir. “Love, please…”

That’s when your eyes landed on a small, glass vial lying discarded some feet away. You looked from it to Joel, tears clouding your vision, and scrambled forward to check it out.

As you suspected, the syringe – because that’s what it turned out to be – had the traces of a thick, translucent liquid in it left. There wasn’t any writing on it, but the glass was clean, unlike various other bottles and wrappings scattered throughout the facility. You stared at it for a couple of seconds, then fixed your gaze on Joel again.

Just as the sound of footsteps started to echo down the hall.

You froze and strained your ears to make sure you didn’t imagine it, then took a look around the room. The doors were slightly ajar, but whoever was coming here, they couldn’t see you just yet. Panic seized your insides and you turned to Joel again.

“Sweetheart, please wake up,” you whispered pleadingly, shaking his shoulders and slapping his cheek lightly. “Come on, look at me, open your eyes…"

The steps were getting louder by the second. You tore the glove off your hand with your teeth and tried to very quickly check Joel’s pulse, but either in your panic you couldn’t find it, or the heartbeat was too slow for you to pick up.

You didn’t consider any other option.

There wasn’t much time left, so finally you left him and quietly went to hide behind the door, waiting for the incomer to walk in. Your hand reached for the gun on your belt.

And paused.

There couldn’t be any other option… right? Joel was alive, you just failed to find his pulse. He…

He was lying, still in the place you left him, and you couldn’t see his chest moving. The blood was flowing from the wound in his arm, staining his jacket and the floor… Your hand, the one holding the pistol, was covered in it, too…

Then you did something you never expected of yourself.

The gun stayed in its holster, and you went to grab from the ground one of the heavier pieces of debris you noticed before, a long metal pipe. Your hands tightened on the metal, and your eyes stayed on Joel’s lifeless form. You took a stifled, nervous breath. Then a deep, steadying one.

The person in the hall was really close now. Joel still didn’t appear to be moving or breathing, and it made your own chest feel tight and painful.

He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t.

But if they did this, if… if he won’t ever open his beautiful brown eyes again, say your name in that entricing raspy drawl…

The doors to your right opened and your face twisted in rage and resentment. Your muscles tensed and focus sharpened.

The man who walked through the door made a noise of surprise at the sight of Joel lying on the floor – and that inhaling sound, that maddening noise seemed to taunt you, because how dared he breathe when Joel’s own breath was stolen from him, when you weren’t sure if it was still there – right before you stepped forward and swung the pipe with all your might.

The man – dark skin, with short hair – fell down with a loud cry when the harsh metal hit him right in the temple. Your eyes scanned his figure for a weapon, and you hit him again, this time somewhere near his stomach, when he made a move to reach for his knife.

“What did you give him?!” you asked with malice and venom that were so alien to you, you almost didn’t recognize your voice. The man’s eyes focused on you for the first time when you kicked his blade away, and his confusion turned to anger.

“Crazy bitch!” he spat, heaving for air, and lunged at you, but the open wound in his skull must’ve slowed him down, because without any problem you managed to raise your makeshift weapon before he could grab you.

Since you met him so many years ago, you always had Joel to watch your back. Now you were alone, but somehow that thought didn’t scare you. It exhilarated you.

An unpleasant, hair-rising crack echoed in the room, followed by the stranger’s scream, when the heavy metal smashed the bones in the forearm.

“I asked… a simple, fucking, question!” you snarled at the man, bringing the pipe down again, aiming for his hand this time. He moved it away at the last second, which enraged you even more, so with a mad, frustrated scream, you smashed his knee, using the pipe’s momentum when it bounced off the floor. “What the fuck did you do to him?!!”

He screamed, loudly and terribly, cursing at you with every shaky breath he took, and–

You felt so unlike you, so… out of your skin, somehow… but you wanted to make him suffer. You wanted to know this inhuman cry of pain that was reverberating through the walls of the resort was your doing and your power over this bastard. Because of what they did to Joel.

Then a loud bang rang out in the air, and you instinctively ducked your head when a part of the door to your side was shot off. You dropped the pipe – no use for it now – and drew your gun, noticing with surprise that your heart was steady and your breath even, as if you didn’t almost get shot just now.

Another bullet was sent in your direction, and a woman’s voice yelled something inaudible, while you stood still and counted the seconds.

Three, two…

In a rapid movement, you came out of cover and aimed at the person standing in the hall, firing twice. The first bullet hit the woman in the arm while the second seemed to burrow itself in her stomach. She fell backwards with a curt cry, and the man lying at your feet roared with rage.

“No! You fucking bitch, leave her alone!!”

Your motions were almost automatic as you put your gun away and picked up the metal pipe again, its end splattered with blood. The man in front of you had to see something in your eyes – despair? emptiness? hatred? – because his face fell and he started quietly begging for you to stop and let him go. At least that’s what you assumed he was saying, because you didn’t listen to him one bit.

“Do not…” you started, unexpectedly calmly, bringing the end of the blunt weapon down. The impact caused his shinbone to break, and you lingered for just a moment to hear the bitter cracks of the shattered bones, “fucking… go anywhere. Don’t you dare move, hear me?”

The man didn’t answer, just cursed and wept in pain. The sound was horrible, but you almost didn’t notice it – or more accurately, didn’t care. Which would be even more concerning if you weren’t aware of the woman lying injured in the hall behind the door, and Joel, still unmoving and cold to the touch on the other side of the room.

Slowly, not hearing the black man’s cries or distant gunshots from where Tommy probably was taking down the enemies, and not caring about the blood of a stranger covering your jacket and pants, you dropped the pipe and took out your gun again. Then you made your way down the corridor, your eyes locked on the woman who shot at you.

She was groaning in pain, clutching at her stomach. When she noticed you, her hand reached for the pistol which lay discarded next to her, but you quickly lifted your own and aimed at her before she touched it.

“Don’t move,” you murmured, which would sound almost soft if it weren’t for the empty look in your eyes. The woman scanned you up and down, and slowly lifted her hands.

“Who are you?”

“What did you give him?” you asked like you didn’t hear her, coming closer to kick away her gun to the far end of the hall. The woman’s eyes followed the weapon, then shifted to you.

“Do you even know what that man did? What is he guilty of?”

“I know. Now answer the damn question. What did you give–”

The door on your left slammed open and you only had time to turn your head before a heavy body collided with you, pushing you to the wall. Your head hit the bricks with an echoing crack, knocking the breath out of you. A man who surprised you grabbed the material of your jacket and slammed you into the wall again, but you managed to grab his hair and yank it hard, which allowed you to step to the side and away from the point of disadvantage that being trapped against the wall was.

The man – taller than you, with a black eye and without one of the front teeth – was quick to recover, however, and catched the wrist of your hand that held the gun, pushing it to the side when you pulled the trigger. From the corner of your eye you could see the woman you shot curling up and covering her head, then trying to scamper away, but the wound in her stomach was a significant impediment.

You fired again, trying to wrestle the gun from the man, but his grip was strong and after a few seconds of struggle he managed to knock the weapon out of your grasp, sending it flying to where you kicked off the woman’s one earlier.

Not sooner than your hands were empty, his elbow collided with your face, hard, and you cried when a gush of blood started pouring from the broken nose and a cut on your lip. Fear washed over you, and sheer luck caused you to duck to the side in time, avoiding a fist to the temple.

You stumbled backwards a few unstable steps, breathing heavily. The guy was smirking, acting like he already won – but you weren’t about to die in this sleazy, stinky place, leaving Ellie all alone and never knowing why they abducted Joel in the first place.

Joel…

“You’ve made a huge mistake,” said the man quietly, taking one, then two steps forward and swinging again. You backed away a second time, feeling your heart pounding in panic and knowing you didn’t stand a chance against a man of his stature.

Finally your luck ran out, and the man managed to hit you in the jaw, making you taste blood on your tongue. Before you could recover, one of his hands shot forward and grabbed you by the throat, and then, still keeping his big hand on your neck, he brought your entire torso down, slamming you to the ground. You hit your head hard and the glass shards on the floor embedded themselves in your skin, but in the next moment the sound of your painful scream was cut short. The grip the man had on your throat tightened, and you started to have difficulty breathing.

Your eyes budged in fear as realization of what was happening dawned on you, and you started to kick and struggle wildly, reaching for your attacker’s face, but he moved out of reach, still putting his whole weight down on you.

Your fists were hitting his forearms, your nails scratching his cheeks, whatever to make him let go. But he didn’t, his hands still squeezing your throat so strongly and crushing your esophagus.

“After I kill you, I’ll go kill your friend,” your attacker snickered, smiling viciously as he watched ice-cold panic enveloping you. “He’s not worthy of keeping him alive that long, anyway.”

Something ignited inside you at his words.

Joel.

You suddenly remembered the many self-defense lessons Joel had given you, so that whenever he wasn’t there to protect you, you could do it yourself. He was always so afraid for your life…

Slowly and with great effort, your fingers crept down, searching for the handle of your hunting knife, while dark spots started to appear before your vision, partially covering the sneering face of the man crushing your windpipe. He said something else – something you didn’t even hear because of the ringing in your ears…

And then with the last bit of your strength, you yanked the knife out of its sheath and buried the blade in the side of his neck.

Several things happened simultaneously: the man cried in surprise and let you go, the woman shouted a warning – too late – and you swung your leg over him, straddling and stabbing the man over and over again. His neck, his chest, his face, you didn’t even see what you were hitting. Screaming your lungs out and burying the blade in him again, and again, and again.

And again.

With an outraged, desperate cry, the woman lunged at you, but the adrenaline coursing through your system made you not even register something cutting deeply the skin of your arm, your veins and muscles giving way. You spun around, tumbling with her to the ground, but quickly managed to pin her down, blocking her arms in place with your knees, and pressing the tip of your knife to her chest.

She immediately stopped moving.

“Last fucking chance,” you croaked with difficulty, your neck bruised and swollen. “What… did you give him?”

You didn’t know if it was the sight of you, bloodied and wounded, the fact that you just violently killed her friend, or something else entirely – but now the woman looked scared.

“Okay,” she whispered, trying not to breathe too deeply, and glanced nervously at the blade pressed against her skin. “Okay, I’ll tell you, just don’t… It was a tranquilizer. Nothing dangerous, we just put him to sleep for a couple of hours. He was putting up quite a fight and the guys were getting antsy that he’ll pull something off before–”

“He’s not breathing,” you rasped viciously, sputtering blood onto her face. The woman flinched and took a shaky breath.

“His heart rate is slowed down, but it doesn’t– it shouldn’t kill him.”

You clenched your teeth, then exhaled. Inhaled.

You have to take a grip of yourself. He is alive. He has to be…

Should be.

The weight with which you had pinned her to the ground became lighter, and the woman sighed with relief when you removed the sharp end from her chest.

“It shouldn’t… kill him?” you repeated emptily, trying to dismiss the pain in your throat when you were speaking.

“No.”

Your head was still buzzing, but you tried to push it to the side, to focus on what was important right now.

“Why… did you take him?”

And just with that one, quiet question, the woman’s expression changed. You were considering letting her go, since you already hurt her pretty badly, but the sudden shift in her behavior set off alarm bells in your head once more.

“He’s a murderer,” the woman said, as if it was the most obvious answer. “A monster that would do everyone a favor if he got put down.”

White, blinding fury flooded your veins and it felt almost as if electricity was cracking above your skin. Your hand held the knife tighter.

‘Put down’, like… like an animal. She was talking about the man you loved–

You weren’t able to stop the hatred and rage flowing out of every pore of your skin. In one swift motion you plunged the knife into the woman’s chest, making her choke and gasp in surprise.

“You cannot call him that,” you spluttered, barely able to speak from the pain. “You…”

And then your hand forced its way lower down, still holding the handle of your weapon. Cutting through the woman’s – now struggling and screaming in agony – abdomen and guts.

They went so far as to abduct Joel, they took him from you, hurt and shot him, wanted to torture him, to make him suffer before they ultimately kill him…

But they didn’t, he can’t be dead, he can’t–

The woman was conscious the entire time as you were ripping her insides apart, and her screams died down only after you reached the navel.

Your vision was blurry and faltering when you stood up, but your heart was still beating steadily. There was an echo of a scream in your ears, though you couldn’t tell if it was your or the dead woman’s voice.

There wasn’t anyone else in the hallway. In the back of your mind you hoped that Tommy took care of any remaining enemies, because if they’d come running here, you didn’t think you’d be able to hear them in time.

Clutching your injured arm, you slowly made your way to the room where you left Joel and the man who attacked you first. Your gun was lying near the entrance and you picked it up before pushing the door open and staggering inside.

The man wasn’t where you left him. Instead there was a big pool of blood, forming into a wide, smeared path leading further into the lobby. At the end of it you saw him, groaning and crawling to the exit.

You reloaded the gun and walked closer. At the sound, the man turned his head and his eyes widened when he saw you.

“You fucking psycho!” he spat, bracing himself on the elbow of his left arm – the only one still working. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?! When she sees it, they’ll come for you, and they’ll make sure that the two of you will fucking pay for it!”

His words were flowing through you as you struggled to keep your vision focused. You felt weird – almost like waking up way too early and finding your body not listening to you entirely.

Then you realized. The hungry, burning anger was gone, the embers of hatred slowly dying out. There was only smoke and emptiness left inside you.

“I don’t care,” you mumbled, not loud enough for the man to hear you, but that didn’t matter – two seconds later he was dead, his brain splattered all over the floor behind him.

Your hand was shaking. Cold crept up your limbs, embracing and almost choking you as you breathed in, out, faster and faster as you finally comprehended what you did.

Your eyes moved down to the man’s indented knee, completely smashed into a bloody mess. The other limb was all wrong, his foot sticking in the opposite direction and no wonder he had to crawl to get away from you, you destroyed his legs, you…

You staggered backwards, your pupils darting to the hallway just for a second before returning to the battered corpse in front of you. The back of his skull was gone now, but how did he stay conscious for so long after you smashed his head with a metal pipe? There was so much blood on it… How much pain he must have felt after you left him?

And that woman… He begged you to leave her alone, and you… you ripped her open…

You moved back, back and further away, before tripping and falling to the floor. Your breaths were fast and shallow, and you reached for your neck, sore and swollen from almost being strangled, trying to will your lungs to work.

They were bad people. They took and hurt Joel, and planned to kill him. You had to kill them, they’d kill you in a heartbeat, they…

It wasn’t like you’ve never taken a life before, but it was the first time that you inflicted pain on somebody on purpose – not in self-defense, but because you wanted to retaliate. It was done in revenge.

You didn’t know for how long you had sat there when you heard someone saying your name. It sounded like… No, it couldn’t have been his voice, he was unconscious, he wasn’t breathing…

Suddenly, Tommy’s face appeared in your blurry field of vision – of course it was him, their voices were so similar, after all – and there was a deep crease between his brows. He looked worried and fearful, and–

“Snap out of it,” he said firmly, shaking your shoulders harder than he should have. Your name fell from his lips when you didn’t answer, and his eyes followed yours to a battered body on the floor. “Look at me. Look at me.” Tommy forcefully turned your chin in his direction, and his eyes were full of sorrow and pain. “You did what you had to do.”

You shook your head, swallowing the tears that streamed down your face. He didn’t know what you did. He didn’t understand what happened here, what happened with you… You yourself didn’t know what happened to you.

Tommy brought you closer to his chest, enveloping you in his strong embrace and the smell of leather and gunpowder. You choked on air, unable to stop the sobs racking your body, and deaf to his words, for the only thing you could hear were cracks of bones, screams of pain, and your own vengeful cries.

It was so loud in your mind that you almost missed a quiet grunt coming from behind you.

*****

Joel slowly opened his eye, then groaned and closed it again. He felt like shit and it was so hard to breathe, but he pushed through the pain and discomfort from the wound in his side, and tried again.

The first thing he saw was the greenish curtain, hiding the rest of the room from him, but judging by the fact that he was lying in bed, alive, with apparently all his wounds dressed, he figured it wasn’t the same place that group of angry youngsters took him to.

Lifting his head and turning it to the other side was a tremendous task, but it was so worth it – because there was you. Sitting in a chair next to him, asleep and with your head lying on folded arms on his bed. Joel smiled softly, but then furrowed his brows as a pang of anxiety shot right through him.

Your face was a mess, with cuts and bruises healing, your brow was split, and one of your forearms had a bandage wrapped around it, now a little dirty around the edges. Joel couldn’t see clearly, but your neck seemed… dark, as if the skin was bruised there, too.

What the hell happened?

He lifted his arm – the tingles and needles pierced his stiff limb – and brushed your cheek lightly, trying to wake you.

“Darlin’...” he murmured, and you stirred. He tried to say it again, louder this time, but his throat was scratchy and he winced at the feeling. There was no need for it, however, because in the next moment your eyes fluttered open and then widened when you took in the sight of him, realizing he’s awake.

“Joel!” Your hands – God, he missed the feeling of them – cupped his face gently, and your eyes filled with tears in the matter of seconds. “Oh my god, baby…”

“Hey, hey, I’m fine,” he breathed out quickly, not wanting to see you cry. “It’s okay, darlin’... I’m here.”

You sobbed with a dazzling smile, your beautiful eyes dancing across his features before you darted forward and pressed your lips to his firmly. Joel could almost taste the desperation and worry in your shaky breaths and tears that fell from your eyes and onto his tongue. He wanted to tangle his fingers in your hair and bring you in closer, but a sudden, sharp pain pierced his arm when he tried to move it, and he hissed into your mouth.

“Sorry,” you whispered and moved away quickly, letting out a broken laugh and brushing the unruly strands of hair away from his forehead. “I’m just so happy you’re okay.”

Joel wanted to ask what exactly had happened while he was out, but before he got a chance, you leaned in again and started softly peppering his face in kisses – first his cheek, then his forehead, then the tip of his nose and his chin. And Joel didn’t have the heart to stop you.

And that’s how Ellie found you both. She gagged when she saw the display of affection, but there was a grin on her face when he looked over at her.

“Gross,” she scrunched her nose. “But I’m glad to see you awake.”

“Yeah, well, I still feel pretty shitty,” he grunted, scanning the kid for any injuries, but she didn’t look any worse for the wear. His eyes strayed to your neck again, and the concern came back double-barreled. “What happened to you, sweetheart? Where–”

“I’ll… go get the doctor.” You stood up abruptly before he could finish, and looked over at Ellie. “Will you stay with him?”

“Yeah. Sure.” The teen shrugged, but now was avoiding Joel’s eyes, and he felt more uneasy and agitated by the second.

“Okay. Be right back, love. Gonna grab you some water, too.” You squeezed his hand and smiled. Joel’s eyes escorted you, and when he made sure you were out of the earshot, he turned to Ellie.

“What happened?”

“Well.” The teen blew out her cheeks and went to take a seat you previously occupied. “You were attacked during the patrol…”

“Yeah, no, that I remember,” Joel interrupted quietly. “They shot me, took me to that ski resort. But how am I here? Did she…”

He trailed off. Ellie looked at the curtain you disappeared behind, then back at Joel. “Listen, I wasn’t there, so m’not sure,” she mumbled quietly. “But after she and Tommy got you out, she was sorta… different.”

“Different how?” he asked sharply. Ellie bit the inside of her cheek, looking away. “Ellie.”

“I don’t know, okay?” she answered in a sudden burst. “She looked like hell. You saw her neck, I think someone tried to choke her, and she had an ugly cut on her leg, a fuckton of cuts and bruises… And the doctor spent hours getting all the glass shards out of her.”

Joel got up as much as he could, feeling a pit of anxiety rising in his chest. Ellie was silent for a while before she spoke again, this time surprisingly softly.

“Remember when you beat the shit out of that soldier when we were escaping QZ in Boston?” Joel nodded slightly – she did, too. “Yeah. She had a similar… kind of look on her face, and it looked… not exactly scary, but alien.” The teen looked up. “My guess is she did some fucked up shit to get to you. Tommy said she’s been having real bad nightmares since then, but he doesn’t want to tell me–”

Ellie snapped her mouth shut at the sound of footsteps, and a few seconds later you emerged from behind the curtain. You had a tall glass of water in your hand and a small, hopeful smile that grew when your eyes fell on Joel’s face.

“I know you’d probably prefer something stronger, but water will do you good,” you said, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were just talking about you. Joel watched as you carefully sat down at the edge of his bed and put down the glass onto the table to his side. “One of the nurses will come here in a couple of minutes. You were unconscious for a couple of days so they want to make sure everything is okay.”

“I told you I’m fine, darlin’...”

“Please.” You gently took his hand in both of yours, staring at him with concern. “For me?”

Joel looked you over, his eyes lingering on your bruised neck and the bandage around your thigh which he didn’t notice before. Then he glanced at Ellie with worry, not knowing how to approach this problem or ask what exactly happened to you.

Your eyes were a little red and puffy, and he briefly thought about what the kid said: that you have had terrible nightmares, that apparently you went through some sort of hell to save him. It seemed that whatever you had done, it took its heavy toll on you. And he couldn’t bear it.

Joel hated the thought of you risking your life for him, of the experience branding you so deeply that you lost sleep because of it.

Because of him.

The only thing he could do right now was to be there for you. And maybe – just maybe, if he tried hard enough – to do something about those of your scars that he couldn’t see.

He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time.

“Okay,” came his soft answer, to which you smiled with relief. “Whatever you wish, darlin’.”

No snarky remark, no groaning or muttering could be heard from Ellie, and that worried Joel much more than he’d ever admit. He exchanged a worried look with her while you were distracted, drawing patterns on the back of his hand with tender fingers.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he heard you say quietly, though it was unclear whether you were talking to him or yourself.

Either way, Joel squeezed your hand tighter, now feeling oddly afraid of letting go.

“Yes, darlin’,” he confirmed in a soothing manner. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

[yueichihara]

Choose me.

◇Summary: Caleb and Zayne are more than just people you know, they're your childhood friends. The stories you share, the bonds that tie you together, remain. Regardless of anything that's happened, your love for them will always be there. Your feelings are clear, there was never a choice to make.

◇Content warnings: female!mc | fluff | angst | jealousy | jealous caleb | messaging and text style | mc x zayne | caleb = calbe | zayne = mr elsa |

Edit: posting the rest of the story now that I have the time to make it readable here, also adding the 'zayne x mc' tag because of obvious reasons!!! I might or might not be writing a caleb version. It depends on something I'm writing 'you x caleb' sooo.... don't get your hopes up just in case. Btw, the 'x chat' is there to guide the reader, mc gets them mixed up.

calbe chat:

calbe: what time did ya say you had to leave, again?

You: lemme check

around 5pm give or take

calbe: gee that means we have like… 3hs tops if i have to get all the way to the hotel to leave my stuff

You: yeh

calbe: remind me again why i cant leave it at your apt???

You: already told you i’m not staying home today and the padlocks at the building are being fixed i have to use the physical key for a few days its a pain in the ass

calbe: k anywaysssss did ya see yesterday episode of colour your life?? newt actually confessed to mike??? You: ikrrr!!!!!! like i totally thought he would bt nt riht in fron t of lindsay calbe: yo calm down you’re shitty typing again You: you know what i meant calbe: typing…

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mr elsa chat: mr elsa: Guess what. You: what mr elsa: Guess You: 😒 okay then but what do i get if i guess correctly mr elsa: Isn’t the satisfaction of knowing me well, enough for you? You: no but okay then... you found those ginger and honey candies the old lady in the yellow house used to give us back in the day the ones we talked about last time mr elsa: Well, look at you. Sharp as an ice stalactite. You guessed right You: yasss wait please tell me you bought enough for me too mr elsa: Of course. I’ll give them to you when we meet tomorrow.

Trying to be the best friend possible, you’d been frantically arranging schedules between Caleb and Zayne. You had set the date for meeting Zayne last week when he told you he was free, but then Caleb called you to tell you he would be coming for a visit before a long trip. There was no way you would miss seeing any of them when it was such a hassle to coordinate. This was one of the things you hated about being a working adult: meeting with the people you cared the most about was nearly impossible.

It wasn’t even your day off. You had to talk to one of your teammates to trade with his own. Meeting Zayne was alright because it was in the evening, but Caleb would be arriving around noon and leaving on the same day. Time was gold.

You’d have loved to have them both together so that you could spend more time with both, but things were complicated. You couldn’t even remember the last time you saw them talk to each other. It was such a long time ago…

A quack sound brings your attention back to your phone.

calbe chat: calbe: but honestly same also i didnt think mike’s dad would support their relationship he’s such an old dated dude

Chuckling to yourself, you type back.

You: lmao yeah but that part was so cute such a pity lindsay is such a bitch wine stains are not easy to wash off a white shirt calbe: lol did you spill wine on yourself or smth? You: not on myself but 

You hesitate before your next message. Zayne’s topic has been kind of taboo with Caleb, you can’t seem to figure out why, though. Even when you were all little, they seemed to bicker all the time, but they also had moments when they would make each other laugh. Nostalgia is a recurring feeling whenever you think of both of them. Yet, deep inside, you know it will never be the same again. Not after everything that’s happened.

But you can’t bring yourself to lie to Caleb, he’s your best friend after all.

You: last month i accompanied zayne to a charity event i accidentally tripped over my own two feet spilled the red wine all over him it was a disaster calbe: accompanied? lol  is he your child i wish i was there you could have washed it with my tears after laughing so hard  You:dudeee do you have any idea how much it was to remove that stain!? calbe: you could have just bought a new one You: great minds think alike cause thats what i did calbe: we should test our telepathy powers next time i’ll get a plushie at the claw machine and you have to guess if it was the one i wanted You: no wayyyy you could easily cheat that way calbe: i’ll write it down then You: yeah, but i’ll be the one to keep the note i can’t trust you calbe: typing…

Releasing a sigh, you release the tension that was building in your shoulders. Now, that was easy. Another quack interrupts you and you open the text bubble.

mr elsa chat: him: But what do I get in return? You: you can keep the plushie and if i win you have to buy me the limited edition mr beanie beanie!!! him: typing…

Changing screens, you open the ‘Linkon City Tourists Attractions’ article you were reading previously, not paying attention to the names on your chat’s bubble. You and Zayne had once talked about how little of Linkon you actually knew, your jobs making it almost impossible to visit new places. So now that you were both a little bit more free, you decided to challenge yourselves, touring the city and its most interesting places. 

Another bubble pops up.

calbe chat: him: I’m a very trustworthy person. You: certainly, you are ill have to repay you for your kindnessssssss how bout we visit that patisserie we saw on the news last time a colleague gifted me some coupons  she said their macarons taste like heaven him: typing…

Waiting for a response, your stomach suddenly growls. Blocking your phone, you make your way to your kitchen. Notifications keep coming in, but you focus on the task at hand, too hungry to care for anyone right now. 

When dinner’s ready, you sit on the couch and put on your favourite show. Taking your phone again, you open Zayne’s chat.

mr elsa chat:

mr elsa: ? Sure, if that’s what you want.  Sounds cute. You: it is!! saw some pictures of the place on their page it’s got a huge patio and a jasmine's garden we should totally take loads of photos there mr elsa: Okay? You: whats the question mark forrrrr i’m sure you’ll love it remember the time, yeah? mr elsa: Nothing. Yes, tomorrow 6pm.  😊 You: at the plaza anyways gotta go, my novela is starting mr elsa: Okay, see you tomorrow. Don’t stay up too late or else you’ll be nodding off the whole date. You: i will not!! mr elsa: *day You: goodnight mr elsa: Goodnight

You feel heat creep up your neck at his typo, wishing deep down he hadn’t corrected it. It was hard to keep a straight face whenever Zayne did something that could easily be misinterpreted. Sometimes you were sure he was coming onto you. But some other times, you were forced to bump into a wall of ice, impenetrably cold. You knew you had to bring it up sooner or later. For your own mental wellbeing.

Changing chats, you go back to Caleb’s, a long string of deleted messages leaving your previous conversation way too far into the ether.

calbe chat: calbe: so anyways lets do that… You: dude wth with all the deleting make up your mindd you’re not gonna get out of this one!!! calbe: seems like i wont btw, stop spacing out you took your sweet time to write back you missed all my complaining You: and thank the lemurian god i did wouldnt want to read all that anyway, gotta go colour your life’s new episode is startingggg byeeee calbe: whoa  whats more important your soap opera or me? You: obviously… my novela duh calbe: 😭 dont spoil it like the other time im on duty tonight You: kayyy good luck!! 😊 calbe: 😊

Following doctor’s orders, you sleep soon after, finally getting a good night’s sleep. Your mood is up through the roof, ready to tackle whatever comes your way today. You find Caleb already waiting for you near the arcade’s subway station, next to a banner from the new addition to the plushie family. It will soon be coming home to you, that’s for sure.

“Well, you look chirpy.” Caleb says when you’re close enough.

“I am.” You respond with a smug face. “I actually slept, which is a lot already. But it was a good sleep. I’m ready to kick ass today.” You throw your arms around him, giving him a tight hug.

Caleb smiles and hugs you back, lifting you off the ground as he turns around. “As long as it’s not mine, I’m fine with it.” With a giggle you fake a kick as he lets you down, both of you heading into the arcade. You hear your phone ring and signal for Caleb to go in while you step away to take the call, handing him your game card. 

“Zayne, is something wrong? It’s rare for you to call me on a day we’ll meet up.” You watch as Caleb nears the admission table, already getting his wallet out to recharge the cards. 

“Hey… not exactly. Well, maybe.” For him to hesitate this much, something must have gone wrong. You let him take his time as he finds his words, sending Caleb a thumbs up through the display window to show him everything’s alright. “I’m on my way to the clinic. They just called me because a patient of mine showed up with an open wound. I-” You hear him take a deep breath, trying to center himself. You feel the urge to turn away from Caleb’s watch. He might not be listening in to what you’re talking on your phone, but he’s been the one closest to you for years, he knows how to read your reactions and body language just as much as you can read his. And for some reason, you feel like you need to keep this private. Zayne lets out the breath he’d taken and continues. “I know we promised to meet today, and I’m not saying we won’t. I can assure you we will. But I’m not sure how long this would take, they described it to me on the phone, yet I need to take a look to know exactly. I’ll try to keep you updated, hopefully it’ll be quick and I’ll even have the time to go back home before we meet up.” This last part is said with resolve, his voice steady and firm. That’s how you know everything’s going to be alright.

With a smile, you turn back to the arcade, making your way to the door. When you see Caleb inside, watching you every move, your smile falters a little. “Then I guess I have nothing to worry about. See you later.” As Zayne hangs up, Caleb hands you your card back. “Thanks.”

“No need, you owe me one, pip-squeak.” He says as he points to the newly added plushie on the claw machine. “How about we put our telepathy to the test.” With twin smirks, you both head to the gaming area. As the time drags on, you receive a few messages from Zayne. 

mr elsa chat: mr elsa: The wound is fine. That sounds weird. It's normal, the procedure is simple. I’ll be out before 3pm. mr elsa: The operation was successful.  mr elsa: Since we’re meeting a few stations away from the hospital, I might have a late lunch and wander a little. Going home seems like too much of a hassle. mr elsa: I remember you telling me you had something else today so I guess that’s why you haven't been answering. Let me know if everything’s alright, see you later. You: hey, i’m sorry it’s good everything went well congrats on a successful operation1 you can tell me all about it when we meet cant wait!

You’d been checking on his messages but decided not to reply to him in case it would distract him, but now that he assured you he was finished and out, you replied back. You feel Caleb watching you from the corner of your eye, so you turn to him. “Should we go get something to drink? I’m thirsty from kicking your ass.”

He chuckles and looks away, walking towards the dining area. “And here I thought I was the one who was kicking your ass.”

“Puh-lease. If anything, we’re even. And we’ve still to check if our predictions were right about the telepathy thing. You promised to get me the Mr Beanie beanie that’s sold in the gift store!” He looks at you as if you were making no sense. “Ohh, don’t you dare look at me that way! You agreed to it!”

“Did a wanderer hit you in the head or something? What are you talking about?” 

“I told you yesterday.” You pull out your phone, going through your chat history trying to recall when you sent the message. “Did you delete my messages, too?” Before you could keep scrolling up the row of deleted messages, Caleb’s hand covers the screen and takes your phone. “Hey!” 

“I didn’t delete those.” He blocks your phone and puts it in your bag. “I remember now. Mr Beanie’s special limited edition beanie, right?” He nods as if to himself, so you nod, too. You know he’s acting weird, but you decide to let it go.

The afternoon goes smoothly and you walk Caleb to the station’s entrance. “Okay, I guess that’s all for today. Please, don’t forget to write back every once in a while. I know these missions require you to lose contact sometimes. But even an emoji is enough.” You fiddle with the strap of your purse, changing your weight from one foot to the other. 

“Don’t worry, it’s not that level of danger this time around, so I’ll keep pestering you for now.” He looks at you, head tilted to the side. “What’s got you so eager? We’re about to part for a few months, but you look like we’re meeting after a few months away. What was it you had going on later today, again?”

“Oh, um. I didn’t actually tell you what.” Guilt washes over you. You had exploited every second spent with Caleb, but your mind kept wandering towards Zayne every once in a while. Looking down at your feet, you’re about to actually tell him you’re meeting with Zayne, when you feel his hand ruffling your hair. “Hey! Stop that, you’ll mess up my hair.” You look up at him then, his warm smile sending you back in time. Suddenly, you’re both in high school again, Zayne long gone to university, both of you navigating life without a care in the world or worry for what’s to come.

“Don’t look at me like that, pip-squeak. It’s not like I want you to feel bad for parting with me,” His hand that was resting on the top of your head, moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing slightly over your skin. “but it would be nice if I was the only one in your mind when doing so.” You see his eyes dart down and then to his hand on your face, before he lowers it. He coughs and opens his arms. “Where’s my hug?”

You feel at odds with the interaction, but shake it off in favour of changing the atmosphere. You walk over to him and hug him, his huge build almost covering you. When you try to step back, he tightens his grip. “Caleb?”

“Sorry, just a little more. I need to recharge for the time I won’t be able to see you.” He rests his head on your shoulder and you feel him take a deep breath. 

You realise then that this will be the first time since you met again, that you’re going to spend so much time apart. Following his example, you take a deep breath, trying to remember the smell of your childhood, patting him a few times on his back. You feel him tense at first, but he soon relaxes. Finally stepping away, he cups your face and plants a kiss on your forehead, a big smile lighting his features. “You can go now, I’ll go get my stuff first.” You nod to him and say your goodbyes, heading over to take the subway towards Akso hospital. 

Messaging Zayne, your mind clears, the excitement making itself present again. Once you arrive at the station, you head towards the exit, a bounce in your step that you can no longer control. You were supposed to meet a few blocks down the road, but you catch a dark haired bump sticking out near your exit. You can’t help your wide smile as you come closer, his gaze finding yours through the multitude of people. 

You’ve always been super aware of Zayne’s expressions. Even when others couldn’t tell his feelings, just a slight narrow of his eyes, or a lift of the corner of his mouth, told you wonders about what he thought or was about to say. That’s why these kinds of new expressions made your stomach go crazy, butterflies spilling away: nonchalantly smiling, eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite place yet. “Hey. You made it.” His voice smooth and low, almost a whisper. That’s all it takes for you to feel your smile grow even bigger. 

“Yeah.” That’s all you can say at the moment, so you nod to clarify.

“Shall we?” Both of you turn to start walking towards the address of the patisserie you’d sent him this morning, when a shadow blocks your way, forcing you to take a step back. 

“Oh, so it was a check up appointment.” The voice makes your blood drain from your face, suddenly feeling how close you were to Zayne and stepping away. “Akso hospital is the other way, though.” You stare in disbelief at Caleb, who's standing with his arms crossed in front of his chest, his eyes glaring daggers at Zayne. You’re about to freak out about him showing up in front of Zayne, remembering how he made you promise not to tell him about him being alive. But when you turn towards Zayne, ready to figure out what to say, you see no surprise reflected in his expression, his own cold gaze staring back at Caleb. Suddenly it dawns on you. Zayne already knew. 

Anger rises up, either at him or Caleb, you’re not sure. You’re about to speak up, when Zayne beats you to it. “It’s not a check up, it’s a date.” Date. That’s all it takes to mitigate your anger, apparently, because you’re forced to look down to hide the smile and the redness on your cheeks. 

“That’s weird. She didn’t mention it was a date, and we spent hours together today.” You look up when you hear Caleb’s teasing tone. It’s the same he’s always used whenever you three were together. But his choice of words was what put a frown on your face. “Oh, I see. Maybe you got it all wrong, Zayne. You shouldn’t force a patient to go out with you just because you have no friends.” The tone he used and the way he said Zayne’s name made your gut twist distastefully. Caleb was coming onto Zayne, the same way he did to your bullies back in high school. 

But you’re no longer that fragile little thing anymore, and Zayne’s no bully. You turn to grab Zayne’s arm, ready to pull him away, but he’s already staring at you. “I don’t think I’m forcing her to do anything.” His gaze lowers, his lips parting slightly as he stares at your mouth. He turns to Caleb as he offers you a hand to take, which you do without hesitation. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a place to be. You’ve monopolized her enough for today.” 

When you were kids, you’d always fight like this. Sometimes you’d take Caleb’s side and Zayne would just look away and go on, his gaze meeting yours throughout the day, Caleb feeling smug. And sometimes, you’d take Zayne’s side, his lips turning up slightly whenever you walked to his side. When the latter happened, Caleb was sure to make a tantrum, refusing to let go of your hand. You’d give him a hug, assuring him you’d take his side next time, and take the opportunity to get free and run to Zayne. It would take you days to make him smile again. 

Now, walking away with Zayne hand in hand, fingers entwined, you realise you had never really taken Caleb’s side. It had always ever been just Zayne. You had just wanted to appease Caleb’s mood, loving him enough to want him to be happy, but never enough to want to stay by his side. 

Stopping in your tracks, you turn around. Caleb’s standing still in the same place you left him, his back turned to you. “I need-” 

“I know.” When you turn to him, you see him looking back at Caleb, too. He squeezes your hand before letting go. “Go to him, I’ll be waiting.” He doesn’t look at you as he walks down the road towards the cafe.

Closing the distance in a few strides, you walk over to Caleb and get in front of him. “You’re acting stupid right now.” There’s sorrow in his gaze, but that’s something he’ll have to work on his own this time. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off. “Care to explain to me what was that all about? Did you meet Zayne after telling me not to tell him about you?” There’re hundreds of questions going around in your head right now, but there’s little time for that.

You see his jaw tighten, probably struggling between instinctively teasing you, or answering you straightforwardly. “Actually, I met him before you.” Both it is. 

“And you didn’t tell me because…” 

“Because I didn’t want you both talking and bonding over me being back.” You refrain from saying you’d actually started bonding because he was gone. It wasn’t the right time, this talk would have to wait. “You’re angry at me.” He says matter-of-factly. 

“I am. Do you know why?” You don’t know when you did it, but you’re standing the same way you do when you’re about to fight a horde of wanderers, legs spread apart, stance straight, arms hanging at your sides ready to punch or pull your guns. 

“Because I lied to you.” He looks down, arms falling at his sides.

“No, Caleb.” You cross your arms over your chest. “It’s because you look like a kicked puppy when it was you who pissed on the floor.” He chuckles at your comparison, making you smile, stress releasing slowly from your shoulders. “I don’t want to lose you again.” At the seriousness in your voice, he gazes up at you, meeting your eyes. “But you can’t ask me to choose, not this time.” He searches for something in your face, and whatever there is seems to not be the answer he needed. You see his shoulders slump, but he smiles, defeated.

“I know.” 

“I need to go.” You say, but you’re not going to, not until you know he can make this through. He sees your hesitations and his whole demeanor changes. He squares his shoulders and straightens his spine, holding his head high. 

“And I have work to do. My colleague must be waiting for me at the hotel. I’ll take my stuff and head back.” He reaches and ruffles your hair, a warm smile on his face. “See you later, pip-squeak.” He walks away, leaving you stunned and not giving you time to say anything back. You turn and watch his back blend in with the rest of the passersby. 

You stay like that for another minute, allowing yourself to grieve for something that might never be the same, that already wasn’t the same as before. And then you turn back, heading down the road towards the café. You find Zayne sitting at a table in the grand patio of the patisserie, staring at the jasmines blooming beautifully. His back is turned to you, but you don’t need to see his face to know he’s feeling down. You can see it in the angle of his shoulders, the way his head is lowered slightly, hands tightly pressed on his lap. Walking over to him, you lean down on his field of vision. “So, date, huh?” You smile at him.

He blinks slowly, seemingly unfazed, but you notice the shade of red of his ears. You pull back and walk over to the seat in front of him. “I thought you wouldn’t come.” He brings his hand to his face, trying to push up a set of glasses that are not there. You recognise this action now, as something he does when he gets nervous. 

“Too, bad. I don’t like missing out on dates with Dr. Zayne. After all, he doesn’t have any friends.” You take the menu from him, hiding your own nervousness behind it.

“I do have friends, by the way. I just prefer spending time with you more.” He puts two fingers on the top of the menu and gently pushes it down, your face flushed now exposed to him. You stare at the smirk on his mouth and ponder between slapping it or kissing it away. 

[d10nsaint]

HOTEL— Leon, Chris, Albert x fem! reader.

summary; They know that they should leave you alone— after all, they ended the relationship. And yet, they just cant get enough of you after the breakup.

Tags/ Warnings:Nsfw themes (no smut) Ex! boyfriend/Fiancé Leon, Chris, & Albert x fem! reader. Toxic relationship themes in Leon & Wesker’s part. RE6 Leon, RE5 Wesker, & pre-RE6 Chris. features a summary and a scenario for all characters!

LEON K.

LEON who comes to your door in the middle of the night. He swears he wont come back, that he’ll leave you alone.

You both know he’s lying.

After a particularly grueling mission, he just needs to be held—and who else could warm his heart & tell him that he’s safe other than his ex-girlfriend?

He was the one who broke things off. He was the one who said that you could’ve gotten hurt in the relationship—and no matter how much you pleaded, he walked out of the door without sparing a second thought. But now that same man is in front of your door, drunk, begging to be let in.

“Baby pleaseeeee let me in,” He was practically crying for you. “‘promise i’ll leave you ‘lone after tonight, I swear, baby, just for tonight, lemme treat you good.” His words were barely even making sense to you. He wanted to sleep with you? You couldnt let him drive back home because he’s shit-faced and if he died, it’d rain hell on your conscience.

“Come in, Leon.” You stepped to the side and let him stumble through the door. The moment he gained his composure he was hugging you as tightly as possible.

“I know I did you wrong baby, but please. Mission went shit. Need ya’, you always tell me how good I am —you make me feel so good, I just need you right now, just for one night, then i’ll be outta ye hair.”

You had every fucking right to push him out of the door.

Who did he think he is? Dumping you then coming back to you when he needs you?

And yet, you let him in.

You let him touch you, let him beg and plead for you to let him do this again. Because you loved him.

And when he came back for more, you let him in with open arms.

CHRIS R.

CHRIS who meets you accidentally. You both worked for the BSAA, and even though you worked in different departments, you two met each other at a company gathering at a bar.

The entire night is awkward touches and averted glances. The break-up was a mutual thing— Chris was married to his work and didn’t have time for you. simple. Even so, that didn’t mean that unsettled feelings weren’t in the air.

At the end of the night, you’re both wasted and end up sharing a taxi (courtesy of Jill, who sees the tension between you two) and somehow, He ends up at your house. More than once after that.

The taxi was filled with your giggles and the smell of liquor as you laughed at Chris while reminiscing about how your relationship used to be. This felt so normal— you, him having fun with lingering touches in places where friends don’t usually put their hands.

His hand was rubbing your upper thigh, sliding your dress up. You were sobering up by the minute, but you didnt want the moment to end.

No other man could satisfy you the way chris did—the way he knew when to be rough, what spots made you moan.

And you both knew what would’ve happened if you gave in to the pleasure—this would become a common occurrence.

But you loved Chis, so much.

You’d risk anything just to touch him again, and by the third time he came back to your house, you’re sure he would too.

ALBERT W.

ALBERT who comes back for you after years of radio silence.

The last time you saw him, it was before he left for the Spencer mansion. Afterwards, STARS just..disappeared. Nobody knew where the members went.

You tried to move on—knowing that you couldn’t be hung up on him forever, and lets face it, he was probably dead. Umbrella came crumbling down, and there was no trace of him.

Of course, until 2005.

Chris Redfield came to your door, talking about how your fiancé was still alive. Of course, your relationship hadn’t been the best—it was built on lust and thin walls of trust, but you’d be damned if you didn’t see the man again.

Chris also told you about uroboros, asking you if you’d known anything about Albert’s schemes.

A few months after your ‘talk’ with Chris, you’re home alone when a short (but assertive) knock hits your door.

Of course, you cautiously open the door.And who the hell do you see?

A fucking Huge man with sunglasses looking down at you.

“ There you are, dearheart.” Albert took a small step forward and put a hand on your cheek. His hands were fucking freezing, making you fully awake if you weren’t before.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You stepped away from the door as if scared (Which, you were, he was tall as shit.)

“Im just visiting my fiancé, is there a problem?” He stepped past you into the house. He took a glimpse around then slid his shoes off by the front door. You were fucking baffled.

“ Albert, what the fuck are you doing? Years of fucking silence from you and you just—appear? You waltz into my home thinking nothing had changed?!”

“Why’re you questioning something you know you wont get the answers to? It’s like trying to prevent the inevitable.” He seemed so nonchalant as he strolled into your house, observing where you’ve been living.

“It seems as if you’re taking good care of yourself. perfect.”

“what in the hell do you want, Albert?” You let out a deep sigh— if anybody found out that Albert was here, you’d be taken in for questioning and all of that shit— worse case arrested for letting him into your house.

“simple. I want you.”

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Incorrect Quotes Tag!

wahoo! been tagged by @ominous-faechild a while back, plus @corinneglass , @sunflowerrosy , and @theink-stainedfolk !

TGS timeee~ these goobers live in my head rent free!

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Maelstrom: I’m going to get so much done today. Mikaya: I’ll hold you to that. 8 hours later Mikaya: So how much did you get done? Maelstrom: One thing. Mikaya: Well, that’s one more than usual.

they did a Thing everyone applaud!

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Maelstrom: Regular soda is too sweet! Zenith: Diet soda has a weird after taste! Maelstrom: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn't have sugar! It's SPICY! Zenith: It has other weird stuff in it! I'll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda! Maelstrom: It's SO SWEET like it's a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink! Zenith: I'm going to physically attack you. Maelstrom: Which is better, Amir? Amir: Oh, I usually drink water! Zenith: Wha- NO! Maelstrom: DISGUSTING!

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Zenith: My hands are cold.  Mikaya: Here, let me hold them.  Zenith: My lips are cold too.  Mikaya: *covers Zenith's mouth with their hand*

rizz failed sadly 😔

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Mikaya: Two years ago, I married my best friend.  Mikaya: Juno is still mad about it, but me and Zenith were drunk and thought it was funny.

oh my GOD what if that’s how they confessed waitttttt—

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Amir: One time I went to hand Mikaya a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

during mikaya’s recovery arc lol

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Amir: I’m in love with you. Indra: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Amir: I know. Indra: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

before the start of the story i like them a lot ok

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Zenith: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave, and her name was Mozzarella? Indra: Don't ever speak to me again.

zenith why are you dumb.

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Zenith, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.  Amir: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

this fucking idiot how are they the main character

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Juno: Who hurt you?  Maelstrom: *snorting* What, do you want a list?  Juno: ...Yes, actually.

juno will Violently Kill multiple people soon via the power of friendship and GUN <3

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Mikaya is ordering a cake over the phone Shop Employee: …and what would you like your cake to say? Mikaya, covering the phone to look at The Squad: Do we want a talking cake?

she doesn’t know a lot you guys she’s been sheltered (see: trained to be a weapon and nothing more)

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Mikaya: Are you packed for the trip?  Zenith: Yup.  Mikaya: Then where are your bags?  Zenith: All I’m bringing is a good attitude and a sense of adventure.  Mikaya: A change of underwear might be nice.

zenith why are you dumb part two.

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TikTok (Drabble)

Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Count: 515 Description: Y/n asks Tyler to make a TikTok with her.

Just a random little idea that came in my head after seeing few of these. ______ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose​ @99hook @madhatterbri @sjwrites22​ @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666​ @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart​ @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart​ @vebner37​​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty​ @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana  @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars

Hook taglist: @wickedval If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _____ Tyler chuckled leaning against the wall as he watched his friend dancing in front of her phone. “Are you doing those Tiktak things again?” He asked after she paused the camera he couldn’t help but catch himself smiling when she looked back at him amusement on her face. “They’re called TikToks and yes, it is I’m bored so I figured I would make some to pass the time.” Y/n said as she saved her draft before turning around quickly putting on her best pouty face. “Will you do one with me? Just one please?” Groaning he pushed the hair out of his face looking at her as he thought, she had been asking him for months to do one of these videos. He always managed to put her off or find some excuse, but he didn’t have any today. “Okay fine but only one just tell me what to do.” He said with a sigh.

“Basically, you just stand there and react to the lyrics I lip sync too, I’ll grab your shirt lightly and then let go. You’ll see as we go, we can always do a practice one or two until you’re comfortable.” Nodding Tyler watched as Y/n walked over to phone and did a few things on it she walked back to him after pressing a remote in her hand. Leaning into him she looked up and smiled grabbing his shirt lightly as the song played.

‘I’m using your shirt as a pillow case.’ Tyler smiled raising a brow at her as she let him go looking away for a moment then back to him cupping his face with her hands. ‘I wanna ruin our friendship we should be lovers instead.”

Tyler felt his mouth go dry as her eyes met his, y/n let him go walking back to her phone after pressing stop with the remote. Saving it to her drafts she turned back to Tyler a brow raised. “Well, what did you think?” “I think it was okay should we give it another go?”

“Absolutely do you think you can do it and look natural?” “Yes I think I got it now.”

“Perfect.”

Y/n smiles and once they’re set up again, she pressed the remote and lightly pulled his shirt smiling as she lipped the words.

‘I’m using your shirt as a pillow case.’

Tyler smirked watching her Y/n looked away again but stepped close to him her eyes looking into his.

“I wanna ruin our friendship.”

Releasing him Tyler grabbed her by the neck pulling her back in as he lipped synced along.

‘We should be lovers instead.’

His lips pressed into hers in a soft kiss, her breath catching as they parted after a moment searching his gaze. Both their faces heated up as they both took a step back trying to collect their thoughts before Tyler spoke.

“Maybe we should do another I feel like that one should be kept private.”

Taking the remote he clicked stop searching her face as a smile slowly crept onto it.

“I think your locker room would be much better suited.”

[rinnsverse]

COFFEE: PG.08 — Realization

COFFEE: Tim Drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other's life, forever?

TW: a karen karening and not respecting pronouns, online discourse caused by said Karen (twitter being twitter) lemme know if I missed anything

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SUNDAY, APRIL 7 2023 — 9:32 PM

A NORMAL EVENING one would say was happening in the current life of Y/N L/N; except it really wasn’t.

“I really, don’t understand why you can’t just redo my order! I specifically asked for chocolate drizzle, not caramel. Why is that so hard to understand?!”

“Uh, ma’am. I did in fact tell you that we were out of chocolate drizzle and asked if you were fine with caramel, to which you answered: ‘yeah, whatever,’” you forced a smile as politely as you could.

“Oh! So you’re giving me attitude now,” she loudly scoffed.

“No, that was just me repeating what you said.”

“I will not stand for this false accusation and blatant disrespect!”

‘Oh a big word. Didn’t know she knew how to do that.’

Fortunately, a familiar figure entered the café; eye bags evident as ever.

“Oh good. Tim Drake, someone actually competent around here, this cashier, worker, whatever! Is refusing to remake my drink after he made it wrong!” the woman huffed out.

Tim eyebrows furrowed in confusion - ‘I don’t even work here,’ - looking towards you for a different explanation.

“Uh, it’s they - I have it on my name tag - and I informed you that we were out of chocolate drizzle and you accepted caramel as a substitute.”

“Okay, how about we all just discuss this outside,” Tim offered gently pushing the lady towards the door.

“Ugh fine,” she loudly declared, stomping over to the door.

“Great, do you have the keys?” Tim asked you once she was out the door waiting.

‘Oh so that’s what he’s doing.’

“Yeah hold on,” you said walking out from behind the counter and taking your keys out of your pocket and heading over to the door to lock it.

As you inserted the keys to lock the door, the lady locked out looked at you - appalled.

“Alrighty, so do you want your usual?” you tilted your head towards your favorite customer.

“Yes please. But before that I’ll have to head to the bathroom, I have Karen germs on me now,” he grimaced heading towards the other side of the café.

Nodding your head, you return to your spot behind the register before taking out your phone.

TIMESKIP — 12:01 AM

As you were closing up shop, your mind began to wander to places you thought you forgot about long ago.

‘Do I actually like Tim that way? I mean, I know a lot of people do but we actually have a physical connection and I’d like to say we’re more than acquaintances, right? I mean he said that I’m his favorite barista so that has to mean something and he’s my favorite customer. But are you sure it’s not because he gives you a $20 tip? I… think? Oh damn am I really that shallow? Wait, do I actually like a guy named Tim?’

‘Eh whatever. These feelings will pass by and be buried just like the rest of my crushes… right? I mean like he’s pretty, he’s not an ass, he knows how to get rid of annoying customers, but- ugh. I hate this. Why do feeling feel?!’

As you unlock the door to your apartment you exasperatedly put your stuff down and flop your body on the couch in front of your TV.

‘…so theoretically, if I did have feelings for Tim… would I do anything about them? Should I do anything about them?’

Looking up from your face plant onto the couch cushions, you let out a groan, “Man… so that shit is definitely not theoretical huh?”

‘KNOCK. KNOCK.’

Lifting up your whole body to look at the sliding glass door that lead to your balcony you see that it was none other than a non-caped bluesader with Cardinal Red Robin carried underneath his arm.

You both stared at each other through the glass for a moment; Nightwing knocking on the glass every 10 seconds, before rolling your body off the couch and opening the door for the malnourished man to be plopped into your arms.

“That’s two IOU’s Nightwing.”

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