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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year ago

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two is better than one | joel & tommy miller

Summary | Frustrated that whatever you're trying to do still isn't working, you decide to give it one more try with Joel before cooling off for a while. Tommy is back to keep an eye on the both of you this time, but what happens when he starts to feel a little left out, watching his brother bring his girl over the edge more times than he cares to count?

Warnings | I swear I always start this the same way so here we go: Tommy getting cucked but also getting involved this time 👀, Joel being a fucking menace, dirty talk, oral sex (F&M receiving), face sitting, breeding kink, unprotected PiV sex, talk of infertility, no use of Y/N

Word Count | 3.8k

Authors Note | Whew. When I tell you this little threesome has been rotting my brain, I'm not lying. This is the only thing I can focus on, hence them being updated so fast! I just wanted to say a huge thank you to you all for the continued love you're giving this series - it honestly blows my mind every time that it's something you guys enjoy, that my writing reaches so many people and that they lap that shit up. I'm so grateful to everyone who has taken the time to comment, send me asks, reblogs and those who have slid into my DMs with all the love. I see you, I hear you, and I love you all - thank you. I hope you enjoy this next part just as much as the rest - it's a doozy. You know the drill, if you did like it, please consider reblogging, commenting or sending the love to my ask box, it's what keeps me going. And if you'd like to leave me a tip (of course no pressure!), then here's my Ko-Fi.

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Another month and another fucking negative pregnancy test. You knew it was irrational, but you were starting to think that maybe you were also part of the problem now. You’d been doing everything right, following all the advice in the books you’d bought almost a year ago when Tommy and you had first started trying for a baby. You’d been exercising, eating as healthily as possible, tried to keep yourself a stress-free as possible. You’d been keeping a close eye on your cycle and still, nothing to show for it.

When you clambered down the stairs, test in hand and flung it in Tommy’s direction, he already knew. He could see the heavy set of your shoulders, the quiet sniffling of you trying to hide the fact you were crying. Tommy had settled you on the couch, covered you in a blanket and made you some tea. Then he’d made your favourite meal for dinner, even driven to the store and picked up Diet Coke, emptied a can into a glass filled with ice and lime juice like you loved, but none of it really helped to soothe how upset you were.

The TV was on low, and he had your head in his lap, slowly stroking the strands of your hair as you tried to calm yourself down. Remind yourself that even the most fertile of couples needed to try for months sometimes before they had their first baby. It was stupid to think you’d be any different.

“You’re thinkin’ way too loud, sugar.” Tommy muses, letting his hand run up and down your arm instead.

“Sorry,” You mumble, “Just thought it would be easier.”

“I know,” He coos, “We can take a break for a while, if you want.”

You turn so you’re led on your back, looking right up at him, “I just want a baby.” You feel a tear slip down your cheek to pool near your ear.

Tommy uses his thumb to brush away the tears that have started to fall, bobbing his leg up and down gently to try and soothe you, “It’s still fresh,” He speaks softly, “Let’s give it a couple of days and see what you want to do, okay?”

You nod in agreement, feeling the beginnings of a headache pooling behind your eyes. You push yourself up into a sitting position and turn around to press a soft kiss to his lips, “I’m gonna go to bed,” You announce, “Headache.”

He lets you go, it’s still early and you know there’s the game highlights he wanted to watch. In bed, you can do nothing but toss and turn for a few hours. Every time you’d try to close your eyes, all you could see was vision of you and Joel, in all the different positions he’d put you in so far, and all for what? When the bedside clock hit 10:30, you head out to use the bathroom. As you near the door at the top of the stairs you can hear Tommy talking to someone, through the phone because his is the only voice you can hear.

“I know, brother, she’s just really beat up about it,” You hear him say, “I don’t know how to make it better.”

You lean against the closed bathroom door, wondering if perhaps you should leave Tommy to talk to Joel. There’s a pause where you can hear Tommy humming along to whatever Joel is saying on the other end of the phone.

“I dunno man,” Tommy sighs, “You managed to knock Sarah’s mom up on a one-night stand, guess I thought it would be easier for you.”

There’s another pause, then he’s speaking again.

“No Joel, all of her tests came back perfect,” Another sigh, “I was always the problem.”

You’re about to push down the handle to go to the bathroom when Tommy speaks again, “I don’t know, maybe we should just cool it for a while, we’re all gonna work ourselves up otherwise.”

You decide you don’t really want to hear the rest of the conversation. You sit on the toilet and let your face drop to your hands in frustration. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Why couldn’t you have been a nice, normal couple, having a baby in the most natural way possible? Why did this have to come along and fucking complicate everything? And why did Joel have to be so fucking good to you every time?

You wash your hands under the tap, water as scalding as it could go, just in order to feel something that wasn’t frustration before you head to bed. There’s no longer the sound of voices as you pad back across the hall and get back into bed, shutting off the lights and curling onto one side, knees as close to your chest as you can manage to get them. It’s not long before you can hear Tommy shuffling around upstairs. He pushes open the bedroom door quietly, obviously thinking you’re already asleep. You can hear him undressing before he's slipping onto his side of the bed, pulling your body close to his under the covers as he spoons you.

You let your own arm cover his over your waist as you lean back into the comfort of his chest, letting his breath fan across the skin of your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your skin.

“I wanna try again,” You speak softly into the dark, feeling Tommy’s arm’s squeeze you tighter, “Once more and then we cool it for a while.”

“You sure?” He asks into your ear, lips pressing to the sensitive skin behind your ear.

“I’m sure.” You respond, turning around in his arms to capture his lips in yours.

When the time comes to try again, it’s you who greets Joel at the door when he knocks. Tommy already upstairs and situated in the chair he had taken the first time you’d done this as a three. Joel leans down, lips just millimeters from your own, but instead of kissing your mouth, he places a soft kiss to your cheek instead.

“Hello, darlin’.”

You step up onto your tiptoes to press your own kiss to his face, just shy of the corner of his mouth – the kisses from last time still a secret between the two of you.

“Evening handsome,” You smile, pulling away from him to close the door as he steps inside, “You ready?”

“To give you what you want?” He smirks, “Always, pretty girl.”

You feel that telltale heat flush across your cheeks as Joel pulls you into his side, hand dipping down to squeeze your ass over the fabric of the robe you’d thrown on moments ago. God, why did he have to be so fucking intoxicating around you?

You take hold of his hand in yours, leading him up the stairs behind you. Tommy was reading a book as you entered the room, folding the corner of the page before setting it down on the nightstand closest to the chair. You can’t help but snigger as you watch him and Joel give each other the typical male greeting of a curt nod of the head.

You drag Joel by the arm to the foot of the bed, pushing his shoulders down so he sits on the edge. Then you take a step back and tug on the belt of your robe, letting it fall open and off your body to leave you completely naked in front of him. You watch his face as he trails those beautiful brown eyes over your body, letting out a low whistle of approval.

“Beautiful as ever, darlin’,” He compliments, reaching out a hand for you to take, “But you’re worked up, ain’t ya? And not in the good way.”

Your eyes flit to Tommy in the corner of the room, who has that smug ‘I told you so’ look on his face. You’d been itching for Tommy to arrange this since that ovulation test said you were in the zone, but Joel had been working away for the past two days, and now you were worried that if you didn’t hurry the fuck up, you’d miss your chance.

Joel reaches out and puts his hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you into him, he’s looking up at you, pressing hot kisses to the skin of your tummy, “Gotta relax babygirl,” He moans, “I’m tryin’ my damned hardest, but you just gotta let nature take its course.”

“Just frustrating.” You mumble.

“I know baby, I know,” He’s got his hands palming your tits now, “Long as I need to, I’ll keep fillin’ you up, y’hear me?”

Your breath catches in your throat and all you can do is nod as he moves himself back on the bed.

Joel leans back on the bed, his head just shy of the pillows, “Sit on my face, pretty girl.”

You’re almost embarrassed at how quickly you scramble yourself onto the bed, moving up to straddle his hips – even Tommy is chuckling from his chair.

“Can’t get enough of Joel’s mouth on your pussy, can you, sugar?” He speaks in a low voice.

Joel has his hands on your ass, guiding your naked body to hover over his face before his hands are slipping up to your hips to pull your cunt to his mouth. He wastes no time in getting straight to business, wide tongue licking stripes from your entrance, where he laps up your slick like a cat would cream, to those deliciously tight flicks of the tip of his tongue to your clit. You can hear him groaning into your pussy, your hand coming down to anchor itself into his hair to hold him still as you start grinding against his face.

You can hear the obscene slurps that he’s making underneath you, it’s half the reason you think it takes you no time at all to reach the edge, because he fucking enjoys this just as much as you do, he loves tasting you, loves making you feel good and you can feel that, can feel it on his mouth.

As you throw your head back as Joel’s tongue swipes perfectly across your clit, you catch Tommy in the corner of the room. He’s palming himself through his jeans as he watches you, your body writhing as his brother’s mouth brings you closer and closer to the edge. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? You think, if you asked if he wanted you to help him out.

“You feeling left out baby?” You coo, reaching your hand out for Tommy to take, “Joel gets my pussy tonight,” You punctuate with a grind of your pussy down onto his mouth, “But I can help you, if you want.”

He’s standing at the edge of the bed in minutes, his hand pressing into the back of your neck, not unlike how he tries to work the knots from there when you watch TV together. It’s soft and it’s loving and a complete juxtaposition to the vice grip that Joel’s fingers currently have on your hips.

Your lips are impossibly close to Tommy’s, you could easily lean forward and kiss him, instead, you have a demand, “Take off your pants.”

Tommy’s hands start to undo the belt holding his jeans up, so you turn your attention back to Joel between your thighs. He is expertly holding you right on the edge, you’re mewling and whining as he tongue works you to the edge, and then pulls away, moving down to gather more of your slick on his tongue.

You drop your head and catch his eyes looking up at you, “You gonna tease me all night, Miller?” You ask, voice cracking as he makes a point to suckle on your clit, making you cry out, “Fuck, make me come, please Joel.”

All of a sudden, Tommy’s hand is on your face, pulling your mouth to his own in a searing kiss as he guides your hand to his cock. You’re moaning, a combination of the fact that any second, Joel’s mouth is going to have you screaming and the fact that it’s Tommy kissing you, his cock you’re currently pumping through your fist. It’s delicious and it’s filthy and it should feel all shades of wrong, but it fucking doesn’t.

You feel it in your legs first, the way they begin to shake and pulse and your thighs clamp around Joel’s face. Then you feel it in your abdomen, like a knot unfurling all at once as pleasure bursts over every inch of your skin. Your mouth detaching from Tommy’s, so you can cry out his brother’s name as you feel yourself almost collapse onto him.

“Such a good girl,” Tommy breathes into your ear, your hand still firmly held around his cock, “So good when you come for us like that.”

You feel Joel’s hands tapping at the cheeks of your ass, telling you to lift yourself off his face which you do, dragging yourself down enough so that you’re sat across his chest, not caring that your leaking pussy is dragging slick all over him. His face is covered, covered in you. He’s grinning up at you like the devil, tongue circling his mouth to clean your taste from wherever he can reach.

“I gotta be inside you, pretty girl.” You can hear his gruff voice speak.

Tommy immediately moves back from you so you can settle yourself down on the bed. You start on your back, but Joel moves you to lie on your side. He’s still fully clothed behind you, but when he presses himself up against you, you can feel his thick cock straining in his jeans.

“Take your clothes off.” Is all you can manage to whine as Tommy settles on his knees on the space in front of you, taking the back of your head in the palm of his hand to bring your mouth to his cock.

Joel shuffles away from you and you feel the mattress lighten as he gets off the bed to shed his clothes. You almost wish you could watch, there’s something about the way Joel reveals his body to you that drives you wild. The way he drags his shirt off to reveal his broad frame, chest peppered with hair, or the way his cock bounces when he finally pulls off his underwear. But right now, you’re focused on making your man feel good.

You’re making sure that you’re doing it exactly as Tommy likes, almost telling him through the ministrations of your mouth how grateful you are for him, for this being his idea, for loving you enough and trusting you enough to let someone else give you what he cannot. You’re giving all the attention of your tongue to the head of Tommy’s weeping cock, tasting the salt and musk of his pre-cum, using one had to pump the base of his cock.

You can feel Joel settle back behind you, pressing his entire body against your own, hard cock slipping through the slick folds of your cunt as he settles himself in the right position, then, he’s taking hold of your leg, hand in the crux of your knee to pull it up, baring his prize. He slowly inches his cock inside your tight heat and suddenly it’s all a little overwhelming.

You’re giving the love of your life the kind of head you’ve only ever seen in porn, Tommy taking most of the control to thrust in and out of your mouth. You’re pretty sure the tears falling from your eyes are a mixture of his length hitting the back of your throat and the overwhelming emotion, love, and admiration you feel for both the men who are crowding your body, owning it, taking what they both want, one of them hopefully leaving you with what you want.

You pull your face away from Tommy’s cock for a moment, still giving his length the attention it needs, but you let yourself lean into Joel behind you, his cock still moving languidly inside you. He’s got one of his arms snaked under your neck, your head leant against his arm like a pillow, his other hand holding your leg up so that every time his cock brushes inside you, it’s hitting that damn spot that makes you want to cry.

“Look at you, lucky girl,” Joel growls into your ear as his lifts your leg up higher, pushing it almost to lie flat aagainst your side, “One cock in that pretty little pussy, another in your mouth,” You let a moan, muffled by the fact that Tommy is currently doing a slap-up job of fucking your throat, “He’s a lucky man,” Joel speaks again, “Bet that mouth feels divine.”

“You ask nicely, she might oblige you, brother.”

You feel him puff air through his nose in a chuckle, “I’m quite happy right where I am,” He speaks, pumping his cock so deep inside you that you actually think you can see stars, “You’re a lucky son-of-a-bitch gettin’ this for the rest of your life.”

“She’s special, I’ll give you that.”

It’s like you have to prove him right now. You can feel the walls of your pussy clenching around Joel as he picks up his pace. You can feel his balls slapping into your skin with every thrust, the power behind them causing your mouth to take Tommy cock deeper into your mouth every time.

“Sugar, I ain’t gonna last much longer.” You hear him speak from above you.

You pull off him, again letting your hand work him as you look up at his through your lashes, “You want me to swallow for you, baby?” You asked, wondering what you must look like when he looks down at you, fucked out from his brother, begging for him to come down your throat.

“There’s an offer I cannot refuse,” Tommy grins, letting your mouth take him back inside the warmth, “Such a good girl.”

He only lasts a few more seconds, cum hitting your tongue and seeping down your throat. You swallow down every drop, grinning up at Tommy. He leans down and plants a kiss to your lips, and now your focus is on Joel, thick and solid, pumping his cock in and out of you.

“You focus on Joel now, sugar,” He croons, “I’m gonna sit back and watch you have fun.”

As soon as Tommy has moved away from you, Joel is pulling his cock from your pussy, turning you onto your back before he’s crowding his frame over you, settling between your thighs. You’re pliant and you move easily when he hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you back as he slips his cock back inside you.

You’re gripping his arms as he fucks into you in earnest now, tip of his cock bruising your cervix with every thrust, you know he’ll have half-moon shaped marks on his arms come the morning, they’ll match the bruises he always leaves on your hips, the shape of his fingertips indented into your skin.

“God fuckin’ damnit,” Joel groan, head falling to the column of your throat to graze teeth and lips over your delicate skin, “Gonna come so deep in this fuckin’ pussy it won’t have a choice but to take, you hear me, pretty girl?”

“Fuck!” You exclaim, as he shifts just enough to change the angle that his cock is spearing into you, “Joel please.”

“Please what?” He teases, “What do you want, babygirl?”

“Inside,” You breath out, “Want you inside.”

“Yeah, want me to make you a mama?” You can feel tears pooling in your eyes, “No need to cry, pretty girl,” He leans down, folding you in half even more, almost uncomfortable, to kiss away the tears, “Gonna give you what you need.”

He thankfully moves back a little, stopping your bones from screaming at you for being folded so inhumanely, then his thumb is on your clit, “Only gonna make you a mama if you come with me,” Joel smirks, “Deal?”

“Oh god – fuck – whatever you want,” You cry, “Please, give me what I want.”

His thumb is relentless on your already sensitive clit, those tight circles have you clenching around him and when you look into his eyes you know he’s just as close as you are, “That’s it baby, you keep those big, beautiful eyes on me,” Joel’s hips are snapping into your with a force you didn’t know you could feel, it’s entirely too much and entirely too little all at the same time, “Can feel that tight little pussy suckin’ me in,” You cry out as his thumb falters and drags across your clit in a way that has that not threatening to unfurl yet again, “It’s alright baby, if you come, I’ll follow, yeah?”

That’s exactly what happens. His thumb traces wet circles over your clit and you do exactly as he says. You keep your eyes wide open, staring directly into his own, as your mouth falls open with a screech as your vision clouds. Whatever happens, Joel is right behind you, his cock pounds into at most, twice more, before he’s growling your name through his teeth, cum painting every inch of your pussy. He drops your legs from his shoulders, and falls forward, letting his head rest in the crook of your neck as you both fight to catch your breath.

You wrap your arms around him but it’s all too soon before he’s pulling himself out of you, a kiss to your cheek as he does so. You’re spent and you’re aching and if you’re honest, a little overwhelmed. Joel dresses quickly, and you wish you could ask him to stay, wish he didn’t feel the need to run away, but you know it’s for the best. Tommy tells you he’ll see him out and come to bed, so you roll over and pull yourself under the sheets, trying to warm yourself from the cool air that’s spattering across the sweat of your skin.

Tommy is back within minutes having seen Joel off. He shed his clothes and moves right up behind you, gathering you into his arms. He takes some time to press kisses into your neck and across your shoulders and for some reason, it sets your belly on fire. How have you been fucked so thoroughly by another man, this man’s own brother, and now you’re aching for this man behind you.

“I love you so much, Tommy,” You whisper into the dark, clutching at his arms wrapped around you, “So fucking much.”

“I love you too baby,” He whispers into your ear, stilling your hips as they grind back into him, “Enough of that, I’ll give you what you want tomorrow.”

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vidals-harkness · 2 months ago

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i got you (alice wu-gulliver)

summary: you get your period, and your girlfriend helps you out.

fic type: fluff

pairings: alice wu-gulliver x fem!reader

warnings: period cramps, blood, nausea

word count: 0.5k

As per usual, you and Alice had gone to your separate workplaces. Her going to her little goth house, and you to the library. A small job, really, but the backbreaking work paid off.

However, today wasn’t the best day to go to work. Because right when you got there, you felt it.

The stabbing pain that came in your abdomen making you wish you were dead or maybe a man. Cramps. Blood. Inner garments soaked.

“Well isn’t this lovely,” you sighed, grabbing a tampon and fixing yourself in the bathroom.

You didn’t want to take a pain med. That would be admitting defeat and displaying weakness. You could handle it.

Until you couldn’t.

Alice had just gotten on break when your call came in.

“Baby…” you whined into the phone, making her eyes widen a bit. She knew that tone.

“Give me ten minutes,” she said, dashing to the cupcake store in the mall, picking up your favourite red velvet ones, along with a sugary peach iced tea, before heading to her car. She immediately gunned it, driving as fast as she could to the public library.

She showed up to see you slumped over one of the desks, near tears and probably in so much pain that it could kill a man. Which it would, in her opinion.

“I’ve got you,” she said softly, rubbing your back. “Come on, sweetheart I’ll take you to the car,”

You allowed yourself to be led to the car, and sat in the passenger seat, whining like a child.

“Darling can we—“ before you could ask, she placed the goodies in your lap, making you smile at the sight. “You’re a saint,”

“Hardly,” she chuckled, backing out of the parking lot. “Snack on those till we get home okay?”

The cupcakes were heaven, your cramps feeling a little less deathly and the iced tea relaxed the rising heat you were feeling in your already bloated stomach.

The house was thankfully clean, Alice having suspected your period was close (she had a secret calendar on her wall and phone keeping track) and kept any form of anxious thoughts of cleaning by away.

“Lie down, I’ll grab the heating pad,” she said, kissing your forehead before pushing the door open to the bedroom.

You lay on your stomach with a dramatic (but appropriately anguished) groan, waiting for her to return.

She worked like clockwork, well aware of the sheer danger of your mood swings if things were even a second late. She pulled out the chocolate from the fridge, grabbed the heating pad and went to the room, handing both things over to you.

“And I’ve kept some painkillers on the bedside table even though you won’t take them you stubborn bitch,” she sighed, sliding into bed behind you, sitting up with her back against the headboard, pulling you into her arms. You lay between her legs, munching on chocolate happily, while she played the first episode of Friends on the TV.

You felt her massaging your head gently, her fingertips working wonders on your aching temple, before she moved her hands into your hair, massaging your scalp as her short nails ran over it.

“I hate that you’re skipping work though, I don’t want your boss—“ you began, but she silenced you with an upside-down kiss.

“My boss is a cishet man and he doesn’t understand how periods work, or how girlfriend duties work, he’ll live,” she smiled, caressing your skin gently.

“What would I do without you?” You asked, laughing softly.

“You’d be perfectly fine, you’re an independent little lady,” she nodded. “But, you deserve the princess treatment, my love,”

Your body swelled with adoration for her, loving every single moment she spent with you, getting lost in her touch and feel.

Alice knew that she would burn the world for you without a second thought, and just seeing you so perfectly happy and content reinforced that thought beyond belief.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Alice,” you smiled, cuddling into her, eyes growing heavy.

And so you both dozed off together, letting just the quiet sounds of the television fill the room.

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cod-dump · 1 year ago

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Invincible Like I’ve Never Been - Teen!Ghost AU

AleRudy

featuring trans!Rudy, Alejandro, and Alejandro’ father

TW: mentioning of domestic violence

This takes place when Rudy is 15 and Alejandro is 16, before Simon and Johnny start dating and before Farah comes to live with Simon and his family.

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He felt like he had to choice on what to do. He couldn’t go to Valeria’s house, her parents would call his in a heartbeat. He wouldn’t be safe there. He couldn’t go to the police, they wouldn’t listen to him. So he went to Alejandro’s.

He walked on the wood’s line behind the houses to avoid being near the street, hand gripping his phone in a tight grip as his eyes darted between the woods and the houses. He was terrified of his father finding him, dragging him back home and sending him off somewhere. So scared that he’d never see Ale again, only see Valeria when his parents allow him to attend dinners with their friends.

Rudy stopped when he finally came to the house he was looking for. He shook as he walked around the house, knowing better than to knock on the back door. He had to breathe for a moment before he knocked, hand still gripped on his phone he had long powered off. He wasn’t sure why he still had it at this point.

Rudy flinched when the door opened and Alejandro’s father greeted him with his famous friendly glare. It softened the moment he saw Rudy.

“Lina? What are you doing out so late?”

Rudy swallows, heart hurting and voice small, “Can I see Ale?”

Leonardo looked him over before stepping aside, “‘Course, mija. Come sit.”

Rudy walks in, flinching when he feels Leonardo touching his shoulder as he passes and his hand immediately leaving when he feels Rudy flinch. Rudy mindlessly goes to the living room to go to the bedrooms down the hall, but he stops and turns to look at Leo.

“Please don’t call my parents… or tell them I’m here.”

The man’s jaw clenched before he nodded. Leonardo was a good man, very rough around the edges and tended to talk with his hands more than his mouth, but he was good. Rudy trusted him to not say anything if anyone came poking around or to make the right decision for the situation. So he left it up to him what to do if someone came knocking… he hoped no one did.

Rudy knocked lightly on Ale’s door before opening it. Alejandro was lying in bed watching TV. He jerked up into a sitting position when the door opened, blinking owlishly when he saw Rudy.

“Rudy? What are you doing here so late?”

Every ounce of composure Rudy had shattered and he started crying, Alejandro jumping off his bed to run to him, wrapping his arms around the boy as he cried. They were on the floor in seconds, Rudy clinging to Ale as he sobbed, unable to speak or stand. Ale said nothing, just held him, confused and worried.

He wasn’t sure how long they were there or how long Rudy cried, but he cried until there were no more tears, just an empty numbness. Alejandro held him the same and rubbed his back in a soothing manner that helped Rudy feel at ease.

“I told them.”

Alejandro was quiet, squeezing Rudy a little tighter which was the only thing showing Rudy he heard him.

“It was stupid. I should’ve known better,” Rudy muttered, wanting to cry but he didn’t have it in him.

This closeness between him and Alejandro is what led to the incident. His parents questioning him dating a boy like Ale, a boy who lived in a single parent household and worked with his father at his and his aunt’s store, his father being a felon with a bad history, with a gang of fellow criminals often in his company. They didn’t approve, didn’t like Ale or his father. It made Rudy angry, he felt the need to defend them both.

And other things came to light.

“He hit me.”

Alejandro tensed, “What? Your dad?”

Rudy just nodded, “He said he was going to ship me off, get me ‘fixed’. I got scared and ran.”

They were going to come looking for him, they were going to take him away and ship him off to some conversion therapy clinic and not let him out until he’s their ideal daughter. They don’t want him, they want their perfect little girl.

“They won’t get you, I won’t let them,” Alejandro growled, lips in Rudy’s hair and arms secure around his shoulders.

Rudy wanted to believe him, that he could keep them away.

Eventually Leo knocked on the door, stirring Rudy from where he laid against Alejandro. He didn’t open the door just spoke through it.

“I have some blankets for you, mija.”

Rudy blinked and Alejandro got up, going to the door. Rudy watched him step into the hall and hear quiet muttering between him and Leo. Rudy trembling as he stood off the floor, sitting on the bed. He wasn’t afraid of Leo calling them, not afraid of being kicked out. Yet he was still shocked by the man quickly determining he was staying the night… or maybe longer.

Alejandro steps back into the room with fluffy blankets, Rudy feeling honored getting something so soft looking. Knowing Ale and his father, that was a treasured blanket.

“I’ll get you something you can change into.”

Rudy took the blanket silently, words escaping him. He wanted to say so much, but he was so tired. So he took the soft shirt and pants Ale handed him and went to the bathroom to change. Rudy was used not looking at the mirror too long, used to ignoring its presence and what it shown. He just put the clothes on that smelled like Ale, thrown the ones he worn in the trash and went back to Ale.

And he laid in his arms, safe. He feared no one would take him in his sleep.

When they woke, it was to Leo banging on the door.

“Ale, get up!”

Alejandro just groaned as Rudy flinched away, sitting up and looking at the door, expecting it to swing open. But it didn’t, and Ale took his sweet time getting up. Rudy stared at him, Alejandro blinking before he even noticed.

“Sorry, Dad Alarm.”

Rudy huffs out a short laugh and Alejandro turns embarrassed. They left the room, Alejandro leading way to the small kitchen where Leonardo was, standing in front of the stove staring at a cooking pancake.

“Whoa, Dad at the stove? Is the world ending?”

Leo turns as Ale passes, swatting his shoulder. He then turns to Rudy, offering him a plate of fresh pancakes.

“Sorry for the fright, mija. Have to wake up that one somehow,” Alejandro glares, Leo matching it with a glare of his own, “Fix that face, boy.”

Alejandro only scowls deeper, Leo pointing his spatula at him in warning. Ale huffs before he goes to grab the orange juice out of the fridge. Rudy stood there awkwardly for a moment with the hot plate before he went and sat at the table.

The Vargas house was much different then the one he grew up in. Smaller, messier— But it felt so much more homey. Old wallpaper whose original color was long faded, old cracked tiles, the carpet in the hall with stubborn stains. Everything in his house was perfect. It had to be perfect. Not a single imperfection was allowed, nothing was allowed to be unique or dare to be different. A single hair was not allowed to be out of place.

Alejandro sits down with a grunt, a plate with a mountain of pancakes before him. Leonardo finally joins them after cooking the rest of the batter, plopping down across from Rudy. Rudy looked at the pancakes, the syrup in the middle of the table, the melting butter that Leo placed on top of the stack-

“It’s box mix, nothing special.”

Rudy blinks and looks up, meeting Leo’s gaze, “R-Right.”

“Bisquick, not allergic are you?”

“No, sir.”

Leonardo was undeniably an intimidating man. The tattoos, the muscles, the scars— He was terrifying. Narco, his mother called him. Rudy never was afraid of him, though. He was rough, but gentle. He loved his son, his community. Though tough love tended to be the way he showed that, according to Ale. But Ale never once doubted that the man cared about him, even when he was yelling at him, dragging him by his collar home after catching him running the streets. He didn’t want Ale to end up like him, even though that’s what he desperately wanted to be. Just like his father.

“Lina-,” Leo began but Rudy cut him off, though he wasn’t sure how the mumble that barely escaped his lips managed to do that.

“Rudy.”

Leo blinked, “Rudy?”

Rudy swallowed, nervously glancing at Ale. He didn’t look nervous, just taken aback by Rudy’s boldness. After last night you would think he would be more cautious with opening up to another adult… but Leo wasn’t his parents. While they stared in confusion, he just stared like he understood. And that gave Rudy confidence to continue.

“My name is Rudy, not Catalina.”

Leonardo hummed, “Rudy.”

He said the name like he was testing it, looking at Rudy like he truly saw him.

“I… My grandfather was Rodolfo…”

“Good name.”

Rudy swallowed and looked down, it was really too early to start crying.

“Rudy, why are you here?”

Rudy looked up, “I-… wanted to see Ale.”

Unconvinced, Leo stabbed his fork into his pancakes, “And you didn’t want me to tell your parents that? Be honest with me.”

Ale was silent and Rudy wanted him to not be. He wanted him to say something, anything, to get the attention off of him. Leo wouldn’t go to the police, he wouldn’t force Rudy to go back. But he didn’t want to repeat what had happened, it was hard enough telling Ale.

Like an ironic miracle, there was a knock at the door. Leonardo stuffed a piece of pancake into his mouth before he stood up, going to the front door to answer. Rudy felt his heart start beating fast, anxiety creeping up on him as Leo answered the door. He saw his father and he scrambled out of the chair, trying to dart into the hall and into Alejandro’s room. But he wasn’t quick enough and the man spot him.

“Catalina Ortega! Get your ass over here!”

The moment the man tried to shove his way inside was the moment Leo decided he wasn’t going anywhere but on his ass outside. It was a quick motion of him grabbing Rudy’s father’s shirt and throwing him out the door, Leonardo marching out and slamming the door behind him. Rudy felt Alejandro come up and hold him, the shouting from outside was loud but muffled.

Rudy just held onto Ale, turning and burying his face against his chest. After a moment the front door opened and Leo stepped inside.

“I’m calling the police!”

“Go ahead! I dare you.”

Leonardo’s voice was threatening, a fire in his throat as he spoke. Rudy didn’t look, just let Ale lead him to his room. The fear was making him shake to the point he was sure he wouldn’t be standing if he didn’t have Alejandro’s support. They stayed in his room, in silence, for a while. Rudy just leaning against Ale as he stared at the door. They could hear Leo talking, but it definitely wasn’t to his father. He was on the phone, with who Rudy wasn’t sure. But Ale knew.

“The old man won’t let anything happen to you,” he assured him.

“Who’s he talking to?” Rudy muttered, resting his head on Ale’s shoulder.

“Probably to some… friends.”

Alejandro used the word lightly, Rudy understanding what kind of people be was referring to. But he wasn’t worried about them… or his father or mother. He felt secure where he was. Safe. The Vargas were good people, and Rudy trusted them to help keep him afloat.

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#call of duty #modern warfare #teen!ghost au #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #alerudy #trans rudy #fanfic #fic #adopted au

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hairstevington · 2 years ago

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Freaky Friday (Steddie's Version) - chapter 4!!

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie has a conversation with Robin that makes him realize there's a lot more to Steve's life than he originally thought. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Link to Ao3

Word Count: 3.2K, more chapters to come

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, canon universe (more or less) set before season 4, body swap, they are idiots, ANGST, revenge (attempted, see: they are idiots), POV switching

A/N: Omg not updating has been agonizing for me but it's midterm season and I just spent the weekend in NYC where I saw MAYA HAWKE IN CONCERT (!!!) She is amazing we love her, this one's for you Maya <3

“Uhhhh…” Steve didn’t even know where to start with his explanation. He looked around at the students bustling through the halls. “Maybe we should -”

“Drama club room, let’s go.”

Dustin led Steve through the hallways of Hawkins High to the drama club room. Once inside, Steve noticed the way the Hellfire table was arranged, including Eddie’s throne at the end of it. Steve chuckled to himself, thinking it was absurd. He really loves this power trip, doesn’t he?

Curiosity tugged at him, though, and a few moments later he was sitting in said throne to test it out. You know, to see if it was as lush as it looked.

(It was)

“Damn, this thing is cozy,” Steve said, admiring the soft velvet on the arms.

“Watch it - if Eddie finds out you sat in his chair he’ll totally -”

“Technically I’m not sitting in the chair, he is,” Steve argued. “And he’s allowed to sit here whenever he wants, right? My actual ass is nowhere near this thing. It could be anywhere, actually. Maybe he got me arrested already or something -”

“Jesus, Steve - shut up about the chair and your ass and just tell me what happened already!” Dustin exclaimed, exasperated. “After I left. Then what?”

Steve recounted the story to the best of his ability. The bullies, the power plant, the lightning, the swap. He intentionally left out the shower thing, due to him and Eddie’s agreement. Thankfully, Steve had gotten pretty good at keeping secrets and pretending things never happened.

“So, yeah. I went to school and he’s been at work now for uhhh -” Steve looked at his watch to double check the time. “Two and a half hours, just about. If he even went to work, I mean. I don’t trust the guy.”

“So you’ve said. Multiple times,” Dustin deadpanned. Steve winced at how much his dislike for Eddie annoyed Dustin, but it’s just the way it was. Eddie was kind of an asshole to Steve.

“Sorry, I’m trying, man, but he just -”

“I know, it’s fine,” Dustin interrupted him. “Okay, so you swapped bodies. How do we get you to switch back?”

“If we knew that, we would have done it,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes.

“Okay, smartass,” Dustin replied. “So we look into when the next big storm is, and we get you guys back to the plant -”

“Woaaah, woah, woah,” Steve interjected. “You want us to get struck by lightning again? Dude, it like - it really sucked the first time.”

“So you just want to stay like this forever, then?”

“I’m just saying there’s gotta be other options,” Steve pleaded, desperate for Dustin to give him the real answer. The kid was smart. He’d figure something out. Preferably something immediate and painless.

“It’s just a theory,” Dustin replied. “Our first theory. It’s a start , Steve.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “So, we go track down a weatherman and ask him when we'll get lightning again or something?” Dustin sighed, squeezing his eyes tightly closed, then relaxed them.

“No, we don’t track down a weatherman. The weather is on the TV or in the paper, idiot.” Steve’s look of realization - raised eyebrows, mouth in an o-shape, slight nod - was one Dustin had seen several times on Steve’s face. It looked much different on Eddie’s. Foreign. Incorrect.

Weird.

“Oh, yeah that makes sense,” he replied.

“We’ll look up the weather later,” Dustin proposed. “But first, we’re going to the video store.”

Robin arrived at Family Video at 2:58pm - two minutes ahead of her shift. Eddie had been waiting patiently, adjusting to the boredom of it all, and finding joy in little things to pass the time. Keith had left around 2:30, but nobody had come in since then. He could have left too, but he didn’t. He considered it, but there was a nagging voice in the back of his head telling him to do the right thing. He hated that stupid voice. Eddie always felt like it didn’t matter whether he did the right or wrong thing, he’d always just get the short end of the stick either way. But, as much as he wanted to be the tough-as-nails asshole he presented himself as, and as much as he wanted to ruin Steve’s life, he knew deep down he wasn’t going to do anything. Eddie had ruined his own life. He knew what that felt like already, and he didn’t care to feel that downfall a second time.

So, a new tactic. He was going to be a good person. He was going to try to be a good person, anyway. ‘Kill them with kindness,’ right? He’d already proved that Steve sucked at his job, and that Eddie could do it better. What other ways could Eddie show Steve that he could be some preppy pretty-faced rich kid too, given the right resources? What if Eddie just…stole Steve’s life a little bit? Would that be so terrible?

“Hey,” Eddie said as Robin entered the store.

“Hey, Dingus.” She hardly looked at him as she sped past him to the back room. “You owe me for last night. That old guy we hate came in here and made me describe the plot of like ten different movies before settling on one again.” He followed her voice into the back room, where she dropped her backpack.

“Yikes,” he responded, even though Eddie would have probably been happy doing that, depending on the movies. Robin joined Eddie behind the counter a moment later.

“Okay, so - wait woah, ” she said once she looked at him for the first time. “Steve, your hair. What happened to it?”

“What do you mean?” Eddie knew exactly what she meant. It was frizzy and huge, with bits and pieces sticking up every which way. He looked like a mad scientist.

“You look like Doc Brown,” she said, echoing Eddie’s thoughts. He smirked. “And you’re smiling about it? Who are you and what have you done with Harrington?”

For a moment, Eddie thought the jig was up already regarding his identity. He’d barely said anything and she knew by the hair alone. Figures, he thought to himself.

He assumed she’d keep pestering him about it, but she dropped it immediately, to Eddie’s surprise. She started sorting the return bin, chattering away about her day at school.

“Oh, yeah. I heard Mrs. Lipton is a total hardass,” Eddie replied after she’d finished complaining about a class policy.

“Steve, you literally had her last year,” Robin countered. “Did you stay out all night again or something?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Eddie said. “Right, yeah. I remember now - Mrs. Lipton’s class. That was torture.”

“It’s probably worse than when we actually got tortured,” Robin remarked, so casually that Eddie thought it must have been a joke. He thought about how Steve and Robin had worked together at the mall, and guessed that was what she was referring to.

“Definitely.” He hoped a generic, non-committal response would suffice. Robin was cool, but sometimes he didn’t know how to talk to her because she was just as sarcastic as Eddie, with far less energy in the delivery. He had no idea when she was serious.

“Although, I just remembered the bonesaw,” she said as she continued to shuffle through tapes. “Actual torture was worse. But only by a little.” She smirked, so Eddie did the same, but holy fucking shit? What?

There wasn’t a single way Eddie could make sense of that, unless it was some weird long-running inside joke. It had to be that. Right?

Right?!

A customer came in, successfully distracting Eddie from his internal monologue for the time being.

“Hellooo, how can I help you?” he quickly asked, surprising himself at how well he’d adapted to the job. He finished handling the customer, intentionally asking Robin to ring them up so he could peer over her shoulder and double check how she used the system.

Yeah, he’d been doing it wrong. Ah well.

The customer left, and Robin sighed, searching for a new topic of conversation. She settled on -

“So, how’s Joanna?” She was leaning back on the counter, without a hint of jealousy on her face. Eddie wondered if she and Steve really were just friends, but he doubted it, for some reason. They seemed close, and kind of perfect for each other. They’d worked two jobs together, had weird inside jokes about torture, were brutally honest with each other…

It didn’t add up.

“She’s good. Really good,” Eddie answered, having no idea who Joanna was.

“Better than Maggie?” she asked. Eddie’s eyes widened. He knew Steve got around in high school, but he thought that after graduation he’d cooled things down. Especially after that Scoops Ahoy getup - Eddie hoped that Steve had lost his touch. He’d relished in the thought that Steve had peaked. But nope.

“I dunno,” Eddie answered, lost in thought. He kept looking at Robin’s reactions. She wasn’t fazed in the slightest talking about Steve’s sexcapades.

Robin was pretty. She was smart. Funny. Why wasn’t Steve going for her? Eddie couldn’t figure it out. At first he assumed Steve was leading her on, and that she had an unrequited crush on him that he held over her. But it didn’t seem that way, now that he was talking to her. Maybe they’d already had a history? Maybe they’d dated in the past and realized they were better as friends? But WHY -

“Steve, you’re so lucky,” Robin said with a sigh. “You’ve got all these beautiful girls at your fingertips, meanwhile I can’t even muster up the courage to look at Vicki for more than 5 seconds at a time or I feel like I’m gonna faint.” Eddie took in her words slowly, watching her as she hopped onto the counter and played around with the rings on her fingers. Eddie missed his own rings. He would have been fidgeting with them himself if he wasn’t occupying Steve’s ringless hands. “What?” she asked, after noticing him staring at her. Whoops.

“Uh, nothing,” Eddie replied. I wasn’t supposed to hear that. I’m not supposed to know this. He felt immediately guilty knowing Robin had come out to him basically without her consent. The ethics of it all were weird and complicated, but it still felt wrong. As she continued to talk about being put next to Vicki in the marching band and how excited she was for it, Eddie stared into the distance and tried not to let guilt eat away at him until he was hollow inside.

“You’re acting…weird. Is everything okay?” Her question snapped him out of his own thoughts once again, and he nodded, meekly. “Steve, I know something is wrong. Spill it.”

Eddie wasn’t sure why he directed the conversation where he did. He just figured that, if he was headed to hell anyway, he might as well commit to it. Time for some answers.

“Can we talk about the time we got…uh…tortured?” Robin’s face was curious at first, before it shifted into sincerity. She nodded.

“Yeah, we can. I just know we usually don’t mention it. Is that what’s going on today? Did you have another nightmare or something?”

God, their friendship was so precious it hurt. A half hour ago, Eddie would have been delighted to learn that Steve Harrington had run to his best friend about nightmares, but now it felt different.

“Mhm, yeah,” Eddie answered. “The, uh. The bonesaw.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Robin replied with guilt on her face. Oh, no. Now I’ve made her feel guilty when I’m the one at fault here. Shit. Balls. Abort!

“Not your fault,” Eddie said quickly. “I promise. Just. That’s a really crazy thing we went through, you know?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” she agreed. “I mean, we’ve been through a lot, you and me. Secret spy messages, evil Russians, giant monsters, girls with superpowers, -” Oh, she’s got to be kidding me. No. That’s not real. No way. “- Dustin calling his girlfriend ‘Suzypoo’,” she finished with a smile. He’d heard about ‘Suzypoo,’ and the name made him cringe every time. Eddie would have laughed, had his entire mind not just been blown.

Out of everyone at the school, Robin was one of the few who didn’t look down on Eddie. They didn’t talk much - only in passing, really - but she treated him like any other human being. And here, at Family Video, she was being incredibly kind to Steve. Eddie wasn’t sure if she would have treated Eddie the same, and now he desperately wanted to know.

Here’s the thing about Eddie - once he had a thought, it ached in him until he acted on it. It got him into plenty of trouble, but otherwise he just felt…itchy.

“Nah, you’re good,” he responded. I have to know. “Hey, so you know Eddie Munson?”

“Uhhh, yeah.” She was keeping up with his rapid switching of conversation topics with ease. “Why do you ask?”

“Just, uh. Just curious. Dustin talks about him all the time, you know.” She nodded in agreement. Eddie continued - he couldn’t seem to stop. “What do you think of the guy?” Robin was still unfazed by this line of questioning, somehow. Eddie felt a desperate urge to keep pressing until he felt resistance. The ache was insatiable.

“I think he’s - I guess I don’t really have an opinion?”

This shocked Eddie more than anything she’d said so far, including the torture thing somehow.

“You don’t have an opinion on him?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed with a shrug. “Like, he’s just a guy. We go to school together. I don’t really know him.”

Just a guy?! Eddie was offended for some reason. He’d never been referred to as just a guy before.

“You’re not, like, scared of him or - you don’t think he’s stupid, or a freak, or a druggie, or, like, a future serial killer? You don’t think he’s insane or brainwashing the youth into some kind of satanist cult? None of that?” Those were the kind of descriptors he’d heard his whole six years (and counting!) at Hawkins High. Just a guy? Fuck no.

“I never really bought into that,” Robin replied. “But it certainly sounds like you did.” She rolled her eyes. Oh my god, this is the coolest chick I’ve ever met. “Come on, Steve. I thought I knocked that bitchy judgmental shit out of you.” Please be my friend and not Harrington’s, I beg you.

“Old habits die hard,” Eddie responded. She still wasn’t fazed. One more question. “Okay, so like - hypothetically…” Robin huffed out a short laugh and turned to Eddie, waiting. “If we had never become friends, and we were all still in high school, who would you rather have been friends with? Me or Eddie?”

“This is about Dustin, isn’t it? Steve, for the last time, you don’t have to feel jealous or threatened by Eddie.” Wait, wait, wait. Hold the goddamn phone. Harrington is jealous of me??? He grinned, which probably made him look crazy, but he didn’t care. Steve, for whatever reason, was jealous of Eddie, and now he could die happy. “Dustin loves you, okay? You’ve saved his life - like, many times. Just because he has another older-brother figure at school doesn’t mean he forgot about you. I promise. ”

Well, that was a lot of information. He’d deal with it later, making a mental note to confront Steve about the torture and the monsters and the girl with superpowers and saving Dustin’s life the next time they saw each other. First, he had to get back to his initial point.

“Answer the question, Robin. Me or Eddie?” He could feel himself pushing his luck, going from annoying and quirky into rightfully suspicious territory. She groaned and rolled her eyes so hard she looked possessed.

“You are such a dumbass, Steve. A few years ago? Yeah, it probably would have been Eddie just because you were such a douchebag in Click’s class. But then you and I were brought together by the great powers of the universe, - or, Scoops Ahoy and the Russians, I guess - and I found out you’re actually my platonic soulmate, and I’m here with you, dingus. Not Eddie. Can we move on?”

Before Eddie could even process the irony of her comments (and how giddy her answer made him), the front door opened. The pair turned towards it, ready to handle whatever customers were coming in.

Eddie’s jaw dropped. He knew the people in front of him, and he had to say - he preferred the strangers. He was just getting a taste of this life, and he didn’t want it to end, yet.

“I honestly didn’t expect you actually to still be here,” Eddie watched himself say in the doorway.

“Okay, what is going on?” Robin asked. “Why wouldn’t Steve still be here? Am I being pranked or something? Steve, you know I hate -”

“That’s not Steve,” Dustin said, pointing at the man beside Robin. Her face contorted into confusion.

“What?!”

“You know?” Eddie asked Dustin, who nodded.

“He figured it out,” Steve added.

“Smart kid,” Eddie acknowledged.

“I mean, yeah,” Dustin replied. “But Steve is also a really bad actor.”

“Shocking,” Eddie said. Robin pressed her fingers to her temples.

“If someone doesn’t tell me what’s going on in the next ten seconds I swear to god I will -”

“Eddie and Steve swapped bodies,” Dustin explained, pointing at the two men.

There was a solid beat of heavy silence. Nobody knew what to say. Eddie finally settled on -

“Uh, yeah. That is in fact what happened.”

He looked at Robin’s astonished face. She didn’t even bother going through the denial phase of all this - if what she’d been saying was true, she probably had just learned to accept all batshit insanity. Then, Eddie realized that must have been why Steve had been so passive about the whole thing the night before. The bodyswap thing was weird and awful, but it wasn’t, you know, torture by Russians.

“So that’s why you were asking all those questions,” Robin deduced after a minute. “Wow. Wow, okay. But, like - oh my god.” Her expression twisted into pure fear. “Wait, but I told you -”

“I know,” Eddie said, his hands up in surrender. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m not gonna say anything, I promise.”

“What did she tell you?” Dustin asked, curiously. Eddie looked at Steve, who was also frozen. Eddie had to think fast.

“About, um. The monsters,” he said while flashing reassuring eyes at Robin. She relaxed ever so slightly.

“Yeah, sorry,” she said once she started breathing again. “I was telling Steve - I mean, I was telling him about - well, about what we went through over the summer, and I just -”

“That’s okay,” Dustin excused immediately. “Eddie isn’t going to tell anyone, right?”

“Cross my heart,” Eddie said, genuinely. Who the hell was he gonna tell, anyway? He briefly caught eyes with Robin once again, who stared at him tentatively. She was back to fidgeting with her rings, eyes darting from Eddie to Dustin to Steve and back again. “Promise.”

Her eyes found Eddie and stayed fixed on him long enough to accept his words as truth. Then, she nodded.

(next chapter)

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purifycantyouhelpme · 1 year ago

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Blood Is On My Hands | Chapter 2 | Izzy Stradlin x Reader

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Word Count: 1248

Author's Note: I know that this chapter felt rushed, I’m sorry. The last chapter will be longer than this and I know that it has been a long time since I last made a fanfiction or in this case, make another chapter. I lost motivation and I’m still dealing with college. Now my motivation is back.

TW: Mentions of r4p3/non-con. If you're uncomfortable of that topic, don't read this

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

Steven sat right next to me on the couch, naked, heavily breathing from all of that thrusting he did to me. I was laying on my stomach, still naked, tears running down my face and heavily breathing from all of the pain I endured. My arms and upper part of my body is covered in bruises. Everytime I would tell him no or stop, he would hit me and I said no and stopped a lot. The TV was still playing in the background. “That really felt good.” He said as he put his ripped jeans back on. I slowly lifted my head up and looked at him. He looked at me and smiled at me. “Maybe if you would have let me have my way with you, you would have enjoyed it. It wouldn’t have hurt as much.” He told me. I bury my head back on the couch, crying again. Why would he do this to me? Why? Why would the person I love the most do this to me? I don’t understand. I slowly got off the couch. I grabbed my clothes that were on the floor and I walked to the bathroom. I was struggling to put my clothes on. I walked out of Steven’s house and immediately walked back to my home.

4:00 PM, At the grocery store, Izzy’s P.O.V

I was buying some food for dinner and some snacks. As I was walking to the frozen food section, I saw (Y/N) and Eva talking. (Y/N) looked scared and Eva looked like she did not want to be here. Why are they here? I was listening to their conversation from afar, slowly walking up to them. “Why did you want me to go grocery shopping with you?” Eva asked as she crossed her arms. (Y/N) kept on tapping her foot and her hands were behind her back. “I… no reason okay, Eva?” She chuckled a little. Eva was confused. “Whatever.” Eva said.

“You have been acting weird lately. Is everything–”

“Everything is fine, Eva.” She shouted nervously. She chuckled again. People were staring at her. Everything's not fine with her. We can all tell. “Hi (Y/N).” I placed my hand on her shoulder. When I touched her, she flinched. I forgot to not touch her. Recently, whenever someone touches her, she flinches. She turned around quickly and saw it was me. “Oh, i-it's just you, Izzy. Sorry.” She apologized. “(Y/N), what's been going on with you?” I was worried about her. Why is the love of my life acting like this? “It’s nothing really, Izzy.” She lied to me as she smiled at me. “(Y/N)..” I raised my voice a little at her. I looked at her and she looked so empty, so soulless, so paranoid. My love was a giant mess. “I guess I should tell you what has been happening with me. In private, of course.” She said softly. She held my hand and led the way. We’re holding hands… so romantic…

Me and (Y/N) walked out of the store and stood outside the entrance, to the corner. Her hands were in her pocket and I put my skateboard near me, on my foot, making sure no one steals it.

“A couple of weeks ago, Steve and I were at his house, just watching TV. I confessed my feelings to him.” She explained to me. I rolled my eyes in disgust but I’m not surprised at this point. We ended up making out for a b-bit…” Her voice started to crack as her head turned to the side. Oh, this isn’t good. She put her hand on her other arm. "And then h-he… he…" She was sniffling. “Damn bug!” She moved her sleeve up because a bug was crawling up on her arm. She slapped her arm to get the bug off of her arm. What I saw on her arm was shocking. There were bruises on her arms. Oh my god. They looked so dark. She looked at me, she looked so scared. Tears were about to come out of her eyes. She immediately pulled her sleeve back down. Before I could even say anything, she ran back inside the store. Steven… Steven did this to her. How could he? Steven, you are in grave danger.

At Steven’s house, 10:00 PM

I knocked on Steven’s door, tapping my foot because I’m impatient. Ugh, Steven. You don’t deserve to live anymore, you hurt (Y/N), my love, and I’m going to hurt you. Steve finally opened the door. He was shirtless, of course. “Hi S-Steven.” I said nervously. I put my hand behind my head. Come on Izzy, you’re at your “friend’s” house at 10 at night. Think of a stupid lie. “I just wanted to stay here for a bit. I need someone to talk to, I guess.” I said. Steven smiled at me said, “Sure.”

I sat on the couch next to him, drinking red wine while Steven watches TV. This TV show looks so boring. I looked at him and said, “So what have you been up to?” I grabbed the wine bottle and there’s no more wine left. I went to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine. “I had sex with (Y/N),” Steven told me. I almost dropped the wine bottle when I heard what he told me. “W-What did you just say? I couldnt hear you.” I said as I poured some wine in my wine glass. “I said I had sex with (Y/N). It felt good.” Steven sounded confident when he said that. It's so gross hearing that Steven, the guy I hate, had sex with that person he knows I’m in love with. He knows what he’s doing. I can see him from the kitchen and he has a smile on his face. He’s trying to get a reaction out of me and it's working. I just want to grab the wine bottle and smash him over the head so bad but I’m not. Remain calm, Izzy and act normal. “T-That’s great to hear. I don’t know why you t-told m-me”-- I grabbed a misen chef kitchen knife.

“You know what? The sex would have been better if she would have been cooperative.” He said jokily, he chuckled.

I was silent when he said that. He admits it. He admitted that he… hurted (Y/N). My fists were clenched, my teeth were grinding. Steven, why would you do this to her? Why would you hurt the person you love? She was in love with you, she trusted you and you decided to hurt

I love (Y/N) and I will never hurt her. You are a monster, Steven.

I walked over to the couch, I was behind Steven with a knife in my right hand while I was breathing heavily through my nose. “But it is what it is.” He chuckled. He felt no remorse for his actions or sympathy for what he did to (Y/N). b“You fucking bitch!” I yelled at him. I delivered a sharp stab to Steven's right temple after grabbing him by his hair, followed by another stab to his neck, causing him to die instantly. “He won’t hurt you anymore, (Y/N).” I said to myself. Blood was all over my hands and his couch. I have to clean up the mess or I’ll get caught.

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Come Together

Nine

"I'm a happy baby in my happy baby pose," Nayeli whispered and let the morning rays of sunlight warm her face and body. She felt good. Maybe great. Since she'd been up, she meditated and prayed, now close to completing her morning yoga. Her mind was still.

For a short time. A grocery list sat in her inbox, meaning she had to make a pit stop before going to her grandparents' two bedroom cottage near the rocky part of Luna Beach. No matter. She needed to pick some things up for her kitchen as well.

Rolling up her mat, she stored it, changed clothes, and swallowed a mandarin orange. Her shoes were by the door, leaving her keys and purse as the only missing objects she needed to grab before she headed out. She ran down her to do list in her head adding in a stop to the nail salon. She needed a fresh pedicure if she planned to wear open toed shoes that night.

Her shift at the confectionery went swiftly and seamlessly. She finished the day's baking in record time and bid everyone adieu to finish up the rest of her tasks.

The local market was quiet, and she moved through the aisles with ease. It was early enough in the day that most people were still in their homes, but the promise of overcast burning off for pretty weather would ensure the streets were crowded before long.

Nayeli thanked the cashier that rang her up and made light conversation with the bag boy that helped her get her things into her trunk, handing him a bit of cash to show her gratitude.

Luna Beach sat at the farthest edge of the city, minutes from the road that led out to a portion of the state that was largely unoccupied. There were a few homes here and there, but fields tended to stretch for miles without much sign of civilization once past the retirement community.

Driving under the stone archway and iron sign, she made all of the familiar turns to get to her grandparents cul-de-sac and parked in their driveway. The compulsive need to only make one trip into the house had her hands full, and she struggled to get her keys into the deadbolt and doorknob.

"Who's that at my door?" Her grandmother's voice traveled from the ugly green dining room to the living room.

"Baby Love, Big Momma," Nayeli called back, taking the groceries into the kitchen and setting them on the old tile counter. Francine Windham sat at her long oak dining table, a bowl of cream of wheat and a piece of buttered toast in front of her next to half a grapefruit and a small glass of orange juice.

"My precious angel." Francine stood tall at 5'9", the tallest woman on her side of the family, with thick hair she kept relaxed that was more salt than pepper. Her eyes were round and brown, surrounded by curly lashes and some wrinkles. She wrapped her arms around her youngest granddaughter and kissed her head.

"How you feeling?"

"I'm good, finally off those antibiotics the doctor gave me. I've been eating more and moving around, but I'm still slow."

"I'm glad to hear you're feeling better." With a naturally weak immune system, Francine went down for weeks for illnesses that would heal within days for a healthy person. A common cold required medicine that wasn't offered over the counter and more rest than the average stint, "Has Mom come by?" Nayeli asked.

"She was here on Wednesday. She cleaned up the bathrooms."

"I told her I would do that."

"Her doctor said it was okay to do what she normally does. She looked fine. She's not limping anymore."

The house Nayeli grew up in was two stories with a tricky staircase. If someone wasn't careful, they could easily slip and fall. That was how her mother ended up breaking her ankle, leaving Nayeli to pick up the responsibilities that were normally split between her, her mother, aunt, and uncles for a few months. Now that Bonnie was healed, more time would return to being her own.

"Where's PawPaw?" Nayeli walked back into the kitchen and made herself a small bowl of cream of wheat before she joined Francine at the table.

"In his den watching TV. Your mother never should've gotten him that apple box. Now he sits in there for hours watching his shows, and I gotta sit in there if I wanna spend any time with the man."

"Why don't you move it into the living room?"

"I don't want to turn into one of those couch potatoes with him. That room is for spending quality time with family."

"Then you tell him bring his tail outside or you'll never make him smothered chicken again. I bet he'll straighten up," Nayeli said.

"I wish it was that easy, Baby Love," Francine chuckled and patted her hand. Of all her grandchildren, Nayeli was the most innocent and unjaded. She tried hard to make her see the world for all that it was, but her baby refused to believe that most people were lost.

They talked about the bakery, about Nayeli's plans for the upcoming Harvest Festival, what she wanted to do for her birthday, about Francine's church friends. They talked so much that Nayeli was on the verge of forgetting the question that had been brewing in her brain for the last several days.

"I wanted to ask you about that car accident we were in. I think I was ten? I only remember bits and pieces. I remember both impacts. PawPaw passed out, but that's it. Do you remember what happened?" Nayeli gathered that her brain locked away the memory. After listening to Carmen, something in her gut told her to gain clarity.

"Like it was yesterday. That's the only accident I've been in."

"Where were we?"

"Hollywood at the Pantages Theatre. We took you to see The Lion King."

Her spoon was halfway to her mouth, but she couldn't follow through. She set it back in the pink bowl and sat back in her chair, "How did we get out of the car?"

"I made sure you got out before we did. There was a boy who came over to help. He tried your PawPaw's door first, but I told him to get you. All of the doors were jammed, and the back windshield was cracked." Francine paused, observing Nayeli's rigid posture and deer in the headlights expression, "He broke a hole big enough to pull you through, and when the fire department came for us, you were on the curb with him. He was rubbing blood out of your face and had his sweater pressed to your leg because the glass cut you. What made you ask about that?"

Nayeli sat silently, the pieces she never had before clicking together to complete the puzzle. She swallowed hard and slow blinked twice, heart fluttering in her chest.

"I met the man that pulled me out," she said. Her body alternated hot and cold flashes as she accepted the weight of all she owed him.

"Are you sure it's him?"

"Positive. His mother told me the same story. Same location, pulling me through the back window, all of it. I just wanted to know if there was a connection. Turns out there's a bigger one than I thought."

"Look at God. Did you thank him?"

"I have to again. Ironically, we met because he saved me from getting hit by a car. I'm in debt to him for the rest of my life it seems." Nayeli sighed and attempted to finish her breakfast, but her fingers trembled nervously. She gave up and rubbed the scar at her hairline.

"I wouldn't go that far, but the Heavenly Father is certainly at work," Francine said. She could see something stirring in her granddaughter, "How's that raggedy boyfriend of yours?"

"I don't know. I broke things off a week ago."

"Praise Him! I knew you'd come to your senses and get rid of that turkey. Don't you ever get with someone that don't like being around family again, hear me?"

"Yes ma'am." Nayeli gently pushed her grandmother's long finger away from her face. She was trying to focus on the present moment, but all she could think about was Ezra and the fact that he would be at her home the very next day.

What would she say to him? What would he say to her? Where did that place them in each other's lives? It felt like a conversation that needed to be private, and Tatiana would be with him.

Another thought that gave her pause. Because she would be a fool to ignore the developments between them all. Unintentionally, she was being integrated into their lives. Maybe she had been from the moment she called Tati Princess and gave her that free cupcake. It was a slippery slope to be on, and she was concerned about Tatiana's well-being.

"You look like something's bothering you," Francine said.

"Big Momma, I think I might've messed up," Nayeli replied, chewing the left corner of her bottom lip.

"We all mess up, baby. What happened?"

"Ezra. That's his name. I don't know.....there's something about him. I knew it that first day. He told me he felt like we'd met before, and I couldn't think of anything. I don't know if he's put it together yet, but that's beside the point. We've kind of hung out a couple times. He has a daughter, and she is the cutest thing on two feet, Big Momma. So full of energy and happy. Quick witted, too."

"Just like you were."

"And his family is beautiful. They remind me so much of us." For lack of another way to put it, she'd been accepted into the clan even though she wasn't there for their approval. They treated her like another member of their tribe, the same way her family treated newcomers.

"You haven't told me where you messed up at."

"I've allowed myself to get really close to them already, and I don't think I should have. I'm fresh off a break up, Tati's mother is a big pill. I shouldn't be anywhere near them, but it feels good to be near them. It feels like I belong there."

"You cheated on Jalen with this man?" Francine sat up a little straighter and gave Nayeli a hard look. She didn't care for the young man, but she took relationships seriously. All that hopping around made her stomach hot.

"No ma'am. Nothing has happened between us. It's just that it feels like I'm bonded to Tati already. She's innocent, and I don't want to disrupt her life in any way. Ezra's sister told me that he likes me, but she didn't need to. I can tell, and from what I know and have seen, I kind of like him, too. It's happening too fast."

"That's how it goes sometimes, but you always lacked boundaries. Your heart makes you open to people. I'm not surprised you bonded with his daughter. I am curious about how that happened."

"Most of our dealings involved her. I catered the desserts for her birthday party, and that day was a show all on it's own. I gave her a baking lesson, and now she wants to see my garden." Nayeli looked to her grandmother for guidance. Having never been involved with someone that already had children, she was unsure of ground rules. How far was too far? How soon was too soon?

Francine exhaled lightly and rubbed the back of Nayeli's hand. Only her soft-hearted Baby Love could get herself into such a predicament, "I don't think you messed up. Where you are now, nothing has to change. It's okay to not want to disrupt his daughter's life. In fact, it's better that way. People don't always think about how the kids will be affected, but if they want you around, there's not much you can do but say no. And that might disrupt her life if she's bonded to you like you say. My advice is to be their friend until you feel like you're ready to be more. You have to draw the line."

The question was where?

☼☼☼

Nayeli started to regret making plans about halfway through getting ready for the night. Not for any particular reason. She just wanted to be in her bed. Her new mattress and headboard we're free from old energies, and it was much more comfortable. With the TV gone, her bedroom became a beacon for rest, and she wanted to be in the middle of it with a cup of hot tea and her tablet searching up books to order.

Leticia was dying for an evening out, begging her sisters several times over the course of three days to indulge her need to be social. They gathered at least once a month anyway, so Nayeli agreed, though she wished she'd hesitated more like Maxine. They might've been able to reschedule.

"Itty bit, where are your shot glasses?!" Max yelled from the kitchen.

"The cabinet next to the microwave!"

"Come on! We're toasting to you being single!"

"One second!" Nayeli finished the thin wing of eyeliner and coated her lashes in a lengthening mascara, rubbing vaseline on her lips to soften them so her gloss bomb went on smoothly.

Her cropped two piece set was bronze satin, healthy c-cups sitting in her halter top and thigh peeking out of the high split up the left side. The bottom half of her scar was showing. She ran her fingers across it, thoughts drifting to Ezra once again. He was the reason she had it and the reason she was alive. She had to find another way to thank him because cookies would never be enough.

Fluffing her hair one last time, she adjusted the bobby pin that kept her curly fringe hanging at her eyebrows and flipped the light off. Maxine had four shots of patron lined up on the kitchen counter despite it only being the two of them there.

"I have double shot glasses," Nayeli said and picked one up.

"I'm not convinced you can get two shots worth of alcohol in there. Somebody lied. Cheers to knowing our worth, adding tax, and not letting fuck shit slide!"

"Cheers!" Swallowing the clear tequila, she flinched as the liquid went down her throat and grabbed the second shot glass, "I forgot how nasty this stuff was."

"It gets the job done. Has Jalen tried to make his comeback yet?"

"He had one day where he blew up my phone and left a bunch of drunk voicemails. I blocked him after that, but I have been getting some calls from unsaved numbers. I don't know if it's him or a scammer. Either way, I'm not answering."

"Good. Fuck that lying ass nigga and all he stands for."

"Period. Leti tell you how far away she is?"

"I think she just pulled up," Maxine said, leaning forward to look through the blinds at the headlights moving along the asphalt. The bottom of her red mini dress slid up, exposing the cuff of her butt cheeks.

"Does Stella know you're over here ass out? I can't imagine she let you walk out in that dress," Nayeli commented as she grabbed the edges and pulled it down, tucking a loose curl back into Maxine's low bun.

"She tried to make me change, and I'm not having it. I wear what I want. Being married doesn't mean I gotta start dressing homely."

"Covering up doesn't make you homely."

"You know what I mean. She'd make me wear a parka everywhere if she could."

"Not a parka," Nayeli cackled, but she understood why. Maxine had extremely wide hips, a round butt, and she was soft all over. She made a lot of people crazy.

"Yes, bitch. A parka. If my pants are too tight, she's looking at me funny. You'd think I was pulling bitches left and right the way she acts. I get it. I'm fine as hell, but damn." All the women in their family were. Big, small, short, tall, it didn't matter.

"She's pregnant. It's probably just her hormones. You weren't exactly a peach when you were carrying Diesel."

"Diesel had me allergic to my favorite foods and still came out damn near ten pounds. I had a right to act a fool over that big ass baby." Maxine poured out two more shots just as Leticia rang the doorbell to let them know she was there and walked inside in a sheer, strapless corset and leather trousers.

"You started pregaming without me?" she complained.

"We took shots two minutes ago. Relax," Max said, "Yours are already poured. Bottoms up!"

"Where's the rest of your dress?"

"Hush, damn it! Y'all get to be hoochies, I wanna be one, too!"

"I am not a hoochie, thank you," Nayeli interjected, going back to her room to grab her shoes and her distressed, cropped denim jacket. She slid her feet into the stilettos and wound the straps around her ankles and calves, tying them in a neat bow, "Who's getting the uber?"

"I'll pay for the one there. Somebody else can get us back." Maxine pulled her phone out of her purse and cussed, nails clicking against the screen angrily as she typed out a message, "Eight minutes out."

"Awesome."

"It looks so different in here," Leticia said, staring at the spots on the walls that were previously occupied and now bare.

"I haven't had the chance to really go shopping yet. I'm going to the flea market next week. Hopefully I can find some good things to fill the space with."

"Does it feel weird?"

"What, the house being empty?"

"All of it. The house, Jalen. How are you doing with it all?"

"She's doing fucking amazing! Changed the locks on that ass and everything," Max cheered and hugged her baby sister's waist. Leticia gave Nayeli a look only they understood.

"I'm doing better than I thought I would be."

"Are you ready to be outside?"

"Honestly? Yeah. I just want to have a good time." Nayeli hadn't been out out in months. Life in general kept her busy, but Jalen didn't always like being social. He had to be in the mood. As a result, most of their time together was spent in the house. Now, she was as free as a lioness in the wild, ready to sink her claws into the earth while she chased her happiness.

Buster's Brewery hummed with good energy, low lights and flowing alcohol keeping the patrons boozed enough to chill without getting rowdy. Modeled after a speakeasy, everything was sleek and upscale, black and gold, from the chairs upholstered in leather and velvet down to the stone the bar counter was made of.

The lot was about 75 percent full, but it was still relatively early in the evening. More people would arrive the closer it got to 8, so their timing was perfect. They'd be able to find a seat with ease, although it wouldn't be an issue if they didn't. Nayeli was cool with the owner and the chef.

"I cannot wait to drink," Leticia said as they climbed into their booth and picked up the specialty beverage menu, "This week was so stressful."

"What happened?"

"A stupid pipe burst at the studio downtown. Everything flooded, so now I have to wait for the wood to dry out, hope there's no rot, and I'm more than likely gonna have to get the floors redone. That cuts back my classes unless I want to do them outside, and it's too cold for that some days. Not to mention insurance might not cover all of the damage."

"Shit, I'd want a drink, too," Maxine said.

"How'd the pipe burst?" Nayeli asked.

"It was old. Apparently the whole building has plumbing issues. I had no idea it needed to be replaced otherwise I would've said something about it sooner. The landlord knew. I should sue his ass."

"If you do, I hope you win. There's nowhere for you to move your classes in the meantime?"

"Not without paying."

"Stop paying rent downtown until they get that mess fixed," Max told her.

"Oscar will find a way to put me out on my ass before I can even finish the sentence. He's an asshole."

"Why'd you sign the lease then?"

"Prime locale. Between the foot traffic from the beach and the posse of Stepford wives from the hills, the money is awesome. Having Oscar as a landlord is a small price that comes with a big pay off. You know, when life goes the way it's supposed to."

"How long do they think the repairs are going to take?"

"A couple of months at the least. My accounts are going to take a huge hit." Leticia groaned and started to rub her forehead until she remembered that she had on a face full of makeup.

"Chace can't cover you for a couple months?"

"I'm not asking him to do that, Max."

"Why not? Please explain the point of dating a wealthy man if he doesn't bail you out when you're in trouble."

"He has bailed me out before. That's exactly why I won't ask him to do it again. He's taking care of everything when I move. I don't want to press my luck."

"Baby, the man is a multimillionaire. His dad probably has a hand in every business in the city, and that's just here. That doesn't include the rest of the country. Your bills are chump change to him. If you don't use that to your advantage, you're dumb."

"Or she values hard work and doesn't want a handout."

"Thank you, Nayeli."

"Fuck all that! A man that wants to will do it. Mommy and Daddy been divorced for how many years? That nigga got a new wife and still pays all her bills. Take the handout. The way cost of living is going up, we could all use one right about now," Max said and exhaled roughly.

"Are you stressing about money for the new baby?" Leticia asked, assuming that was why Maxine was making such a big deal about accepting help she wasn't even sure she needed yet.

"Money itself isn't the problem. I'm stressing about Stella's spending before the baby gets here. Every time we go to a store, she sees something extra she just has to buy like we don't have enough shit in our house already. I love her, I really do but when it comes to finances, she has no sense whatsoever. Her logic is money comes and goes, but it's like we already have a son we have to buy new clothes and shoes for every few months because he grows out of shit so fast. Infants are even more expensive, and inflation got everything sky high. We can't afford her damn spending habits with a newborn."

"Take a budgeting class or something as a date. Nudge her in the right direction," Nayeli suggested.

"Do you know what that woman would do to me?"

"Complain until your ears fell off," Leticia said and snickered.

"Exactly. I'm not trying to hear all that."

"It's better than losing your home because your wife spent the mortgage on bullshit." Leti had a point, but being the oldest, that was usually the case. She had more life experience, not much, but more nonetheless.

Vera, a waitress Nayeli was familiar with, stopped at their table to take their drink and appetizer orders, asking if any of them wanted to submit their names and perform after the band that was there Thursday through Saturday left. They all declined, just there to enjoy the moment with some good food and good music.

A few people were on the dance floor, swaying in each others' arms or whispering in their lovers' ear. Nayeli looked down into one of the lower levels of the speakeasy. Most of those booths were unoccupied, but there was a couple clearly getting freaky under the table at one of them. She laughed to herself and thanked Vera when she came back with her Bahama Mama and cheese fries.

"You like having the bubble guts, huh?" Maxine turned her nose up at Nayeli's basket.

"I'm not lactose intolerant. That's your faulty stomach."

"Nayeli!" She turned at the sound of her name and tried to find the owner, "To your right! Over here!" Following the instructions, she caught a glimpse of the two women waving to get her attention from the other side of the bar and waved back.

"Who's that?" Max asked.

"Ezra's sister, Brandy, and her wife, Trinity. I'll be right back," Nayeli said and exited the booth, walking nervously to them. "Hey! I didn't know you guys were still in town."

"This is our last night before we head back. Look at you, hot momma! You were hiding that shape the last time we saw you." Brandy eyed her appreciatively and smiled.

"You picked a great place to end your trip. The band is here until 8 when the open mic night starts."

"You've been here before?"

"A few times. I've worked with the owner. If you're hungry, get the hot wings with the house ranch and the loaded potato skins. They'll change your life. The deviled eggs are really good, too They come with caviar and pancetta. If it's your thing, they have a deep fried option as well."

"My stomach would thank me, but my ass would not."

"Brandy! I'm sorry for her mouth. I love me a good tater skin, though," Trinity said and wiggled in her seat.

"It's extra, but you can get them with shrimp or lobster."

"Say less. EJ can afford a few extra bucks."

"Ezra's here?" Nayeli assumed as much, but the confirmation put her on edge. She realized she wasn't ready to see him, but she inevitably would.

"He's at the bar getting our drinks. Who are you here with?" Brandy asked.

"My sisters. We haven't been out together for a while."

"They live here, too?"

"Yeah, but Leticia's moving at the beginning of next year."

"Why's she leaving? I'm trying to move here. It's better than LA."

"Her boyfriend."

"Oh no, not for a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Ring me or bounce."

"I feel that. It's not my choice to make. He wants to marry her. It's a matter of when, I guess, but I should get back to them. I just felt like waving from across the room was impersonal." Nayeli was trying to escape. She needed at least one more sip of alcohol before they came face to face, but she could never be so lucky.

"It is, and EJ will cuss me out if I let you leave before he makes it over here. Speaking of. E, look who I found."

She could smell him before she saw him; Armani Code. The hairs on her neck stood up and tangled with her curls when she felt his warmth on her exposed skin. She hoped she didn't look like she was ready to throw up.

"Hey." Ezra set three different glasses on the table, pausing as green eyes shot lasers through his soul.

Nayeli lost her breath and apparently her ability to speak. He looked clean in his white undershirt and open mesh button down, black pants covering his long legs. She'd never seen him in something that outlined his whole body.

Her four inch heels gave her a bit of a height advantage. She was closer to his face, closer to the diamond chain around his neck and the studs in his ears, close enough to feel that they were milliseconds away from touching.

"Hi," she finally said back, staring up at him with wonder in her eyes. So far, in the game of life, she was highly favored. The man in front of her, not once but twice, rescued her from harm. A knight in designer clothing with an expensive watch on his wrist.

"Babe, let's go find another table and let the kiddies talk," Brandy said, grabbing two of the three drinks before abandoning Nayeli and Ezra at the table. For a few minutes, they stood and continued staring at each other.

Nayeli sat first, leaning against the cool leather as he sat to her left, "So much for subtlety," she muttered.

"You look amazing. How'd your day go?" Ezra asked, fighting to keep his hands off of her. He knew it was his lucky night when he left the bar and spotted red hair at the table with his sisters. He loved looking at her behind, but her face was much better.

"Thank you. Relaxed for the most part. I'm happy to be out. What about you?"

"It was a little crazy. Some shit went down between a couple of my fighters at the gym."

"Blood drawn?"

"And an ambulance was called."

"Heavy stuff. Everybody okay?"

"As far as I know. Where are your sisters?" He remembered that she told him they were all going out, so how did she end up alone with Brandy and Trinity?

Nayeli rested her forearms on the table, unknowingly pushing her breasts together as she leaned around him to look for Maxine and Leticia. He tried to be respectful, but he was only a man and snuck a glance at the supple flesh, plump, moisturized, and somehow glowing in the low light. He cleared his throat when she sat back.

"With yours," she said, sensing mischief in the introduction of their siblings. The four of them sat in Nayeli's booth, chopping it up like they linked before. Their families were meddlers through and through, "Who's watching Tati?"

"My parents. She's excited for tomorrow."

"I hope she's ready to get her hands dirty."

"She was ready yesterday." Ezra could tell that Nayeli was holding something back. They were never nervous around each other, but she kept tapping the table with her index finger. He put his hand over hers, and the tapping stopped.

Both the upper and lower dance floors were beginning to fill with bodies as the musicians switched from slow jams to more upbeat R&B. Nayeli rocked from side to side and made an effort to find something useful to say. Her brain wasn't functioning beyond wanting to smother the man next to her with a kiss of thanks. She couldn't do that.

"The band's pretty good," he said.

"I think they're new. It's live in here on Fridays. Saturdays are a little calmer unless there's a special event or something going on."

"I know. I'm friends with the MC."

"You know Angelo?" Nayeli's eyebrows lifted beneath her hair.

"Yeah, he trains at my gym. How you know him?"

"His wife, Morgan, is one of my close friends."

"Oh yeah, Morgan's cool. I've been around her a couple times."

More small talk passed between them. It was uncomfortable compared to the ease with which they usually conversed. Things flowed between them naturally, but Nayeli was obviously peeved about something, and his attempts to pull whatever it was out of her failed. The band transitioned into U Know What's Up by Donnell Jones, and he figured out to get her to loosen up. At least he hoped it would work.

"You wanna get out there and cut a rug?" he asked and offered her his hand.

Placing her fingers in his palm, she scooted closer, "Lead the way." Allowing him to tug her onto the dance floor, Nayeli prayed she wouldn't trip over her feet and embarrass herself because she couldn't focus.

The first couple of songs were fun. They found their rhythm and playfully battled each other, arms and hands brushing against each other as they danced. She felt more relaxed once she didn't have to talk. She still hadn't figured out how she wanted to thank him, nor did she want to do it in a public place once she did.

While the wheels in her mind turned, Ezra struggled to keep his composure. Seeing Nayeli's hips move made Ezra want to try some things. She kept it age appropriate around the kids, but being in a room full of adults brought out the true nature of her sensuality. She dipped and winded with the beat, freezing when she felt him get behind her, though she recovered quickly.

Friendly dancing turned into something deeper, raw. Nayeli let herself get lost in everything that wasn't her thoughts. They moved in sync, pressed together like they were one entity, and her eyes fluttered shut when he held her hip with one hand and flattened the other against her bare stomach, holding her tighter to him.

He was far gone, only concerned with the little vixen turning him to stone in his pants. Her skin smelled sweet, like warm sugar and vanilla with a hint of something he couldn't place. Possibly cinnamon. He wanted a taste of whatever it was.

Soft to the touch, his fingers traveled up her side and lifted her hair. Before he knew what he was doing or could stop himself from doing it, he kissed the top of her shoulder, shifting to her trapezius. Her head tilted further out of his way, exposing more skin for him to get his lips on, and he took advantage.

Nayeli reached up, her hand delicately landing on the back of his neck. He heard her sigh as he made it to her jaw, and then she went stiff, abruptly pulling away from him and flipping around. Her eyes were wide and panicked. She stumbled back a few steps.

"It's uhm......it's hot in here. I'll be back," she said to him just before she ran to the door the led to outside seating and the beach.

She couldn't comprehend what almost occurred on the dance floor, why she didn't stop him when she first felt him kiss her. She wasn't that lost in the sauce, was she?

Ezra stood in the same spot, trying to figure out what happened and why. Nayeli's scent lingered between the layers of smoke, telling him to go after her. It took him a second to realize that he'd gone too far, and he had to apologize. Discreetly adjusting himself in his pants, he followed the path she took and walked outside to find her.

She was on a bench by herself, staring up at the stars with her hands folded in her lap. It looked like her lips were faintly moving. He approached cautiously and sat down next to her. When she looked at him, he felt like shit for making her uncomfortable. His desire for her overpowered his common sense, and she looked terrified as a result.

"I'm so sorry, Nayeli," he said swiftly and stopped himself from grabbing her hand. He wasn't sure if she wanted him touching her.

"It just kind of caught me off guard. It's fine," she replied.

"It's not. I didn't have your permission, and you got a man. I shouldn't have done that."

His statement shocked her. Most men didn't care if they had a woman's permission. They felt entitled after a pleasant conversation or paying for a meal. Ezra respected her enough to realize that he didn't make the wisest choice, although she wasn't upset at him for it. Before her brain turned itself back on and fired a warning shot, she was perfectly content.

"Thank you for apologizing, but really it's okay. I'm not mad." Just a little unnerved because she was going through more than she felt equipped to handle. What she allowed was the exact opposite of the advice her grandmother gave her. Letting Ezra kiss her and hold her as close as he did was not keeping things friendly. They'd hopped right off the diving board into the deep end of the swimming pool.

"You're not?"

"No, and I don't have a man. I dumped Jalen last week."

Ezra tried not to grin. It was wrong of him to pray on the downfall of a longterm relationship, but he couldn't sit idly knowing the woman from his dreams dealt with a beta male that didn't know or care to learn how to treat her. Now she was free for him to scoop up. He would show her what real love looked like in comparison to the half-ass attempt she was used to.

"Are you okay?" he asked. He might've been dancing on the inside because he had a chance, but he didn't want her to be hurt.

"Yeah. The first few days were the worst. I guess, in a way, I knew it was coming, but I kept hoping everything would work itself out. It's the optimist in me," she sighed and shrugged, taking one last look at the stars before she focused on Ezra's face, "I don't want to talk about him, though. That chapter of my life is finished." No need to be continued or rewritten.

"Onto bigger and better."

"Precisely."

Deciding to sit outside for a while longer, they alternated between conversing and being silent, their normal comfortability returning when Nayeli realized that she needed to stop thinking so much. If she'd been on her P's and Q's, things probably wouldn't have went as far as they did.

The fresh air kept her alert, but eventually, the breeze blowing off the ocean made goosebumps erupt on her arms and she caught a chill.

"We should go back inside. My sisters are probably pissed at me," she said.

"I don't think I'm the favorite right now, either."

Both parties were incorrect as Brandy took it upon herself to explain what she knew of the situation to Maxine and Leticia.

Max was happy to hear the other side of the story. She knew Nayeli left some things out. A lot of which Max was going to bust her chops for later. The four ladies got along splendidly, eating and keeping each other company until their two connections returned to them.

"Y'all finally decided to rejoin the party?" Brandy smirked and scooted in to make room for them in the booth.

"What are you talking about? I never left," Nayeli joked, gulping down some of her Bahama Mama in spite of it being watery thanks to her melted ice. She picked up a few of her cold cheese fries and popped them into her mouth.

"I'll be right back, she said TWO HOURS AGO!" Max was buzzed and feeling bold, giggling at herself by herself.

"It has not been two hours."

"You're right. It's been.....two hours, twenty-three minutes, aaaaaaaaand fifty-five seconds," Leti said, looking back and forth between her baby sister and what appeared to be her new beau before she held out her hand, "I'm Leticia."

"EJ, nice to meet you."

"I know who you are. I went on a date to your last fight. Good shit."

"Thank you."

"The drunk one is Maxine," Nayeli said.

"I'm not drunk. I feel good. Now look here, Mr. EJ sir. My sister is a fluffy lil bunny, mkay? You gotta be real careful with her. She don't like to tussle, but I do, and i'on give a damn how many championship belts you got. If I gotta bring a brick wall down on your head, I will do that. No disrespect to you, Brandy. I like you, but we protect Baby Love at all costs. Her ass is too pure for this world."

"Like I said, she's drunk. Ignore her."

"I'm speaking facts! You know she was a virgin until she was 26?"

"MAX, SHUT UP!" Nayeli's face burned at her sister's concession. She wasn't ashamed of her choice, but it didn't need to be broadcasted. Her sexual history was her business.

"That's enough for you." Leticia snatched the half empty glass of tequila sunrise that was in front of Maxine and pushed it to the other side of the table.

"I wasn't finished with that!"

"You need to be cut off. Drink some water."

"Don't be embarrassed, Nayeli. That's not a bad thing," Trinity said, laying a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I know. Can we talk about something else now?" All the attention on Nayeli made her squirmy. She just wanted to have a good time, and up until several minutes prior, she was.

As the conversation moved away from her genitals, she eased up and leaned back, picking at the last few hot wings in the center of the table and ordering fried pickles with a second Bahama Mama.

Ezra hardly talked, choosing to let the women have the floor so he could learn more of Nayeli's secrets. Truth be told, Brandy was the reason he wasn't in the house. She claimed she couldn't leave Briton Beach without him taking her out at least once. He wanted her off of his back, but that ended up working in his favor because he got to see his angel.

The angel that had only been with one man in her life. It was easy to deduct that truth from what he knew. She was a virgin until she was 26 and had been with Jalen for six years. She couldn't be much older than 26, which didn't leave too much room for someone else to have made an appearance.

He wanted to know why she made that decision, if she ever planned to save herself for marriage or if she felt that no man before Jalen was worthy. Really, he just wanted her alone. He was tired of sharing her. For once, he wanted time without being interrupted.

Leticia excused herself to use the restroom, Maxine going with her before Trinity left the booth behind them. A few minutes later, Nayeli asked to be let out, teasingly promising Ezra that she was coming back for him through hazy eyes. Her buzz was starting to hit. She scampered off, curls and booty bouncing. One day soon, that would be his daily view.

"What the hell are you cheesing about?" Brandy asked.

"Nayeli broke up with her dude."

"I know."

"You know?"

"Yeah, she told me at the party."

A whole seven days ago. Ezra glared at his sister and pinched her wrist like she used to do to him when he got on her nerves as kids, "You couldn't say something sooner?"

"Ow, nigga, no! She said she wasn't thinking about hopping into another relationship anytime soon. Why would I give you the green light to watch you fail? But after what I saw tonight, you might already be in there." The entirety of the brewery saw their dry humping and her brother kissing Nayeli's neck like he was seconds away from pulling her to bathrooms. However, Brandy knew firsthand how much breakups could hurt and all one would go through to mask that pain, "Give her time to heal, E. She's a sweetheart, and six years is a lot to get over."

"How much time do you think she needs?"

"At least three months."

"Shit." He had no desire to wait that long, but he would if he had to, "Did she tell you what he did?"

"No, and I wasn't about to ask. What is wrong with you?"

He trusted Brandy. They shared almost everything with each other, but he didn't know if he wanted to open up about what was going on in his head. It didn't fully make sense to him, but he was confident that he was right.

"You're going to think I'm crazy." Most people would if he walked around telling them that Nayeli was his wife.

"I'm your sister. I already think you're off your rocker," Brandy said, staring at him until she realized that he had no plans of saying anything else, "Well?"

"Nevermind. Don't worry about it." If they were back at his house, he might've spoken freely, but the missing women were coming back, and he didn't want Brandy to sneak the information to Nayeli. He was already aware that she spilled the beans about his feelings not being platonic, "Do y'all mind catching an uber back to the house?"

"Uh, why?"

"I'm gonna see if Nayeli wants to stick around later."

"E, I just said give her time."

"Chill out. I'm not trying to take her to a hotel. I just want to get her alone for a minute."

"Do what you do. You gon end up hurting your own feelings trying to rush her."

"Shut up." He didn't agree, but he'd keep the thought tucked in his back pocket.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the table, he covered the tabs for both groups, causing a bit of an uproar before the Windham siblings thanked him. They were all walking out together when he held Nayeli back.

"Do you need to be home?" he asked her.

"Nuh uh. Aside from church, my only plans tomorrow are with you and Tati."

"You up for staying out a little longer?" By partier's standards, it was still early. For the rest of the adults, it was time for bed, but Nayeli nodded anyway.

"Yeah, we can stick around. There's a really good ice cream place down the street called Scoop of Heaven. Have you been?"

"I think I've driven past it once or twice."

"It's like an old school ice cream parlor and soda shop. They're open until 11."

"Let's go."

"Go where?" Leticia asked.

"We're going to get ice cream. You guys know where the towels and stuff are if you wanna crash at my place."

"Sooooo basically, you ain't coming home with us," Maxine said.

"Right. Don't throw up on any of my stuff, please. And leave the rest of that 7-Up cake alone. It's for Danielle."

"She swears she's the oldest."

"I'm definitely the most mature."

"God, please don't strike her for that lie," Leti added as she hopped away from Nayeli. Brandy and Trinity laughed at Nayeli swatting at her sisters. Their cars pulled up separately, everyone saying goodbye before the siblings were gone and two people remained.

Leaving the parking lot, they walked the three blocks to Scoop of Heaven, ordering small cups of rocky road and cookie dough ice cream and crossing the street to beach.

Shoes in one hand, ice cream in the other, they strolled a little ways through the sand and found a good rock to sit on. The moon shone on them, keeping their faces visible. Helpful, because they couldn't stop looking at each other.

Nayeli's buzz came and went, keeping her loose enough to not be awkward but aware enough to know that they were finally all alone and she had no excuse not to bring up the origin of their connection. Still, she found one.

"I feel like you know more about me than I do about you," she said, drawing a swirl in the sand with her foot.

"What do you want to know?"

"Whatever you want to tell me."

"I hate the song Return of the Mack."

Her mouth dropped open, and she scooted away from him, "How dare you! That's a serious character flaw." Ezra threw his head back and laughed. That little tidbit sparked many debates.

"You don't even want to ask me why?"

"I'm not sure it really matters, but go ahead and tell me."

"The year that song came out, my parents were separated and still pissed at each other. They played it out worse than the radio. If I never hear it again, I might die a happy man."

"I understand, and now I feel bad for what I said." Bad memory association could ruin even the best of songs.

"Don't. It was funny."

"In that case, I'll give you a pass." Thankful that the vibe was still lighthearted, she scooted back to her original spot and bumped him with her arm, "I can't believe your parents separated. I got the feeling they were very much in love."

"They are. People go through shit, but being apart ended up working for them. They needed to grow up....and they realized nobody else wanted their crazy asses. What about your parents?"

"They were together until I was fourteen. My mom didn't want anymore kids after me. My dad wanted to try for a boy, and my mom said no. So they divorced, and he found someone that would give him more children."

"You have younger siblings?"

"Mhmm. Twin boys. I don't know them. I saw them once when they were first born. His wife doesn't acknowledge me or my sisters. Their family is their family. He's still around all the time. The only thing that really changed was where he slept at night. He just has another family that acts like we don't exist." And that was completely fine with Nayeli. She couldn't stand Cheryl, and it had everything to do with her being a raging bitch that refused to accept her husband had a life before her. She weaponized the twins against her dad, too. It was worse than anyone let on, and she was convinced that Maxwell would be filing for divorce the day after the boys turned eighteen.

"That's fucked up."

"What can I do? The twins are still minors, and I can't force a relationship. If they don't want to know me, that's their problem. I'm a beautiful person, and they're missing out," she shrugged and scraped the last of her ice cream from the bottom of her paper cup.

"They are," Ezra said, making sure that she was looking at him when he did. She smiled at him and bashfully lowered her head.

"We're talking about me again."

"I want to know everything there is to know about you."

"If we're going there, I'd like the same in return."

"Deal."

"Good. Now I'm asking the questions. When did you start boxing?" Nayeli felt weird that everyone around her was familiar with that side of him. It wasn't all he was, but it was still a significant portion of his life. If she wanted to know him, she had to ask.

"My dad had me in gloves from the time I could throw a punch. He started taking me to the gym when I was eleven."

"He pushed you into it?"

"Yeah and no. He's a big fan of Muhammad Ali, and he was an amateur boxer for a minute, but my mom got pregnant with Brandy and shut it all down. Me being the first born son, he introduced me to a lot of the stuff he wanted to do as a kid. I played football and boxed. Love them both, but I hate hitting the ground. It's unavoidable in football. Not when I boxed, though. My dad loves the technical side of it. I like knocking niggas in the dirt." He made her laugh and grinned at the sound. It was beautiful, bordering on musical. He wished he could hear it all the time, "Is it my turn to ask a question?"

"Nope. I still have to play catch up. What position did you play?"

"QB and safety."

"Duality, I like it."

"Are you a football fan?"

"It's still not your turn to ask questions, but yes I am. Why did you stop boxing?"

"Tatiana. I'm not good at multitasking. When I would train to fight, that's all I would focus on. My schedule was tight, and I didn't allow distractions. This would go on for months at a time. Once Tati was born, I needed to focus on her," he answered simply. It was that easy when he made the decision, too, and there was nothing he would change about it.

"Great parenting."

"I had great examples. Thank God for that because Savannah ain't worth shit."

"Ooookay. I'm going to stop you there," Nayeli said and held her hand up, "I know first hand that she is not a great person. I know you guys have your issues, but I would appreciate it if you didn't speak badly about her to me. I'm not asking you to not feel how you feel, but I don't want this to become a thing where you bash her and I cosign. At the end of the day, she's still Tati's mother." Whether they liked it or not.

"Giving birth don't make somebody a mother, but I hear you." Maxine had it right. Nayeli was too pure for the world, "She said you threatened her."

"Oh, I did. She tried to put her hands on me. I know I'm small, but I don't play that."

He started to get angry because that wasn't the way Savannah told the story. He knew she wasn't entirely forthcoming, but had he known what she attempted, their last conversation would've went worse than it already did, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I threatened her. I'm not afraid of her, and now she knows not to try me," Nayeli explained, "Is she the reason you asked me about cutting off an inconsistent parent?"

"Yeah. We have court ordered joint custody, but she only comes around once every blue moon."

"I'm sorry."

"What for? You're better with Tati than she ever was or will be." Which was sad since he could count on one hand how many times they'd been around each other.

"I wish you were in a better situation."

"If I were, I might not've met you."

"Somehow, I still think we would've ended up near each other. With or without you living in the same city." That was it, the perfect moment for her to come clean. She'd been putting it off for long enough. Setting her empty cup the the sand, she turned so that her whole body faced him, "I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Remember when you said you felt like we'd met before."

"Yeah."

"You were right. The story your mom told at Tati's birthday party, the one about you saving the little girl from the wreck. It was me. You saved me." Looking down at her legs, she moved part of her skirt, showing him the long, jagged scar on her thigh, "This is where you held your jacket because the glass cut me," Lifting a section of her curls, she exposed the one in her hairline, "This is why you were wiping blood out of my face. I don't remember much from the accident, but I had a feeling, so I asked my grandmother what happened. Everything she remembers matches what your mom said. It feels weird to say because we haven't even known each other a month yet, but I don't know where I'd be without you. Thank you, Ezra." Standing at her regular height, she was able to get her arms around his neck while he was still seated, but not before she left a lingering kiss on his cheek.

#black literature #black love #black fiction #polyamory #romantic fiction #romance #love #love story

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HII WISPYYY OKOK so i have the biggest fixation on Steven rn... that man has me on a chokehold

it's very self indulgent (i think......) but like... S/O who's very scared and jumpy from things like fireworks or balloons, like causing them panic attacks !! like being comforted by him, hugged and being led away from danger... i'm gushing so much over the idea of being hugged by steven and comforted i just know you would put it into words better than me (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I'm sorry if its very vague, thank you !!! ily !!!

HIHI ANON! ! ! and also im not sure if that was intentional but chokehold huh. Sorry. Sorry. ANYWAYS, i can definitely do that! plus i personally relate to being like. jumpy and scared from sudden noises esp around this time of the year good lord ( remember how bad it was during 2020 that shit sucked ). I can also personally relate to the steven fixation.... wistful sigh.

anyways !! ty!! Here is your tall dark brooding Issues Having boyfriend. i wrote way too much for this probably but i assume people follow me for that by now. Throwing birdseed at my followers in the form of depressed men

steven with an S/O who is deeply scared of fireworks ( and similar things )

♡ steven himself isn't one who really... likes loud noises, especially ones that come out of nowhere? it doesn't happen often, but sometimes there are fireworks set off around his home, either as a prank or just people celebrating near where he can hear, since, fireworks can be seen and heard pretty far. regardless, he's too tired nowadays to care about that, unless it becomes a constant issue. it does also startle miki though if she's out of her pokeball, which is a cause for concern and... anger. he's not going to track people down and kill them for it though, like he would've before, no matter how tempting it is if it frustrates miki.

♡ so, when you walked into his life having a lot worse issues with that than he did - which is something he realized after the 4th of july ( because that probably exists in pokemon, or something similar to it ) from the flurry of fireworks - he realized that anything like that happening even once wasn't acceptable for him anymore.

♡ along with your fear of balloons - whether it be the popping sound they make when destroyed, or some sort of trauma that they remind you of, or textural issue perhaps... however it becomes apparent, steven's making sure that the both of you avoid them. ( note to self; do not take you to an amusement park. )

♡ he even goes as far as to personally vet the stores or places you go to before taking you out just to make sure no balloons are present, or at least to know how to avoid them if they are.

♡ of course, the reason he even finds out about these fears of yours is likely due to firsthand experience. seeing you panic after a few fireworks go off nearby makes him also panic but much more internally - he's not sure if he should be holding someone or not during a panic attack... doing that all of a sudden would be bad, right? he know if someone did that to him in his worst states he either wouldn't react or would angrily push them off.

♡ so firstly, he tries to calm you down verbally... doing some breathing techniques that he probably picked up from daisy after losing miki and encouraging you to repeat the patterns, along with the 3-3-3 technique in order to ground you. he's not often been on the giving end of these techniques, people always offering to do these for him... but due to that, he's all too familiar with the feeling, and is 100% ready to help you out with it.

♡ then he promises he'll be back soon and seeks out things to help you out and give you comfort. something to block out the noise, closing windows ( not that he often has them open ), moving you somewhere where the fireworks were quieter, like his kitchen or something... and of course, he'd turn on his tv(s) and anything that would overpower the noise.

♡ he doesn't give himself anything to muffle the noise because your noises and voice comfort him... and he wouldn't want to muffle that. even though the fireworks still very much irritate him, but more in a slight annoyance way... at least, until now. he feels mad at any of these sounds more than usual due to the fact it puts you in this state, and you're more important to him than almost anything else. If he could physically brawl with a goddamn firework for you he would.

♡ once you're calmed down enough to talk and you give him permission, he hugs you. tight enough to remind you that he's there for you, but loose enough to give you wiggle room... he'll cuddle with you in his bedroom if you want, and just try to relax you enough to sleep, at least until the fireworks are over. he's like your personal assistant, ready to carry out any of your wants to make you feel better.

♡ comfort foods? he has you there, stocked up on plenty of them after the two of you started dating, since that mostly involves you coming over to his place... it was sort of the start of him deciding to take care of himself and be a little more active in life, even if it's just going out to get groceries from the pokemart and not much else. he'll offer you plushies if you want or have any, blankets, drinks, turning on specific shows, whatever you'd like. he'll even let you play with his hair or clothes or something if it calms you down... he likes how it feels too, and will similarly play with yours because that also calms him down.

♡ if any of this were to happen to you two outside, he'd just quickly lead you as far away as he could within reason and do the same things, at least to the best of his extent. likely, he'd just go home and continue there.

♡ he'll stay with you for as long as you need, give you space if you need it... anything you want. if you need space, he'll just be pacing around his home and doing everything he can to muffle outside noises while he waits.

♡ miki, of course, is also there to help you if you're comfortable enough with her doing so. she's a good distractor, actually? she also gets startled and disgruntled by the noises, so she can relate... she allows you to pet her and will sometimes nuzzle your nose with her snout for comfort, emitting glitchy purrs. How can a dragon purr? fuck if i know but by god i know miki can and will. she's just a big powerful cat in a dragon body.

♡ once the fireworks calm down or stop completely, he checks in on you, continuing to comfort you if you're still even awake by then. he holds you by your waist close to him, giving you a gentle little squeeze, along with a few chaste kisses if you allow it. he's happy that his partner is doing much better now, and he almost feels validated that he's the one who did that...? maybe that's selfish. he didn't know.

♡ after that experience, he's sure to keep the noise muffling measures up to stuff, constantly checking them to make sure they're still properly in place. he becomes a little more overprotective, but he always is overprotective with you... he doesn't want to lose you or scare you.

♡ he continues to practice breathing exercises even when you aren't panicking so that you can remember them precisely if he isn't there. he never intends to not be there for you, but... in the worst-case scenario.

♡ he also encourages you to talk about these things to him, so he can prepare in advance for anything similar - which is likely why he knows about the balloons thing. if you somehow didn't realize by now, he's... really just a big worrywart at heart, no matter how he comes off otherwise.

♡ if the fireworks become far too constant for their own good, steven himself will make it a damn mission to locate whoever's setting them off and tell them to do it precisely like, way further away. his demeanor is pretty scary to everyone else, and that's when he's not even trying to be - so he's pretty good at convincing people, even without many words.

♡ thankfully, pallet town is decently far from any big city in kanto where fireworks mainly take place, especially on steven's side of pallet town - the forest itself gives a good bit of muffling, too. which, always makes it more strange when fireworks occur nearby, but he just chalks it up to the locals buying illegal fireworks for their kids to set off. how irresponsible...

♡ ( what he didn't know is they also sometimes do that when red or blue occasionally take visits back to pallet, since the locals get so excited over them... )

♡ regardless, you're taken care for and he's not going to let you panic unprepared anymore. you've got a keeper!!!! ( i wrote way too much for this apologies oopsy )

#wispy writes #steven strangled red x reader #strangled red x reader

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tmwcs · 2 years ago

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His and Her Perspectives - Chapter 4 (18+ only)

Chapter 4! This isn't the surprise btw, i just happened to finish editing this draft and decided to post before going to bed. Another smut chapter, so minors DNI. Again, i warned HHP starts off a little bit slow and lots of smut is in it, but trust me the storyline and developing plots are coming soon, just like MGR and MRE arcs. HHP just starts off by continuing the series with day to day events of you and Heeseung, so that's why we haven't reached the good parts yet, but we're really close.

Pairings: A handsome stud MGR/MRE/HHP Heeseung and you.

Warnings: Again, smut...like very detailed smut. Another chapter of you getting ruined by the stud Heeseung. Rough sex, unprotected, breeding kink, contemplating of stopping and continuing sexual act, waking up to sexual acts (non-penetrative) and some curse words.

Again, a couple (or maybe just one more) chapter(s) and we get to the good stuff, in the meantime...you get rammed loved by your man.

-Begin Read-

The trip to the valley felt like an eternity, the four-hour drive was exaggerated by the slurred traffic and lack of scenery, only up until the last hour of travel did the view become memorable by the charm and beauty of nature and the widespread of vineyards.

The girls made the trip worthwhile; you enjoyed listening and chiming in on the jokes and harmless gossip that led to minutes of hard laughter and wide smiles. Emily had fit right in with the girls, and you enjoyed seeing that she was used to the circle of friends. Though you didn’t let it show, you kept wondering how Heeseung was doing in the separate car with the guys, especially seeing as he volunteered to drive.

He must have felt so sour about being separated from you, that being behind the wheel was one way to take his mind off it. That, and the fact that he was able to fluctuate the speed of the vehicle to be either next to or behind you and the girls. Though he didn’t attempt to catch your attention or look through to wave, his eyes remained ever glued to the road, however, you had an inkling that he used his peripheral vision to view you through the window.

By the time you guys had arrived at the rental, it was near dawn. The boys immediately went to the nearest store to grab everything they needed to start grilling, while you and the girls took out all the luggage and designated rooms.

The house was large, huge in fact. It had over six bedrooms and bathrooms, all were spacious and tastefully decorated with romanticized bedding and upholstery. It was all very vintage, with a range of pink and nude damask patterns and threaded wallpaper to match.

The living room was the largest space in the entire house. It had a large window wall that overlooked the vast acreage of the valley, all covered with rows of grapevines neatly displayed and ready for harvest. The living room had been furnished to fit the details of a home theater, with a large tv mounted on a wall, hanging above an elongated console set, with three large sets of couches facing it. Each sofa easily seating at least six people.

The open floor concept of the home theater shared the kitchen that was located on the opposite end. There was plenty of counter space and a large island that overlooked the main living space. It was truly the perfect spot to stay in for a large group.

After picking out the rooms, situating the luggage and unpacking, everyone decided to link up with the guys outside, seeing how they fared with the BBQ. The night was filled with laughter, drinks, and games as you all enjoyed the warm night air, dining on the large picnic table on the patio right outside the living room.

During the entire dining event, you and Heeseung sat across from one another. Sitting next to Emily, you engaged in friendly and humorous conversation as he propped his arm on the table by the elbow, resting his face on his hand. His free hand, however, would brush up against your leg as he reached down, causing you to glance over to find him facing you. His handy baseball cap, as always, covered his eyes, leaving only his nose and his smirky lips exposed. Each time you felt the touch of his hand on your kneecap, he earned a quick glance from you, sometimes with a slight smile and chuckle accompanying it, causing his smirk to grow.

You did enjoy yourself with the group, however, it was quite challenging seeing as how Heeseung was dressed all in black, which only enhanced that mysterious vibe he was unleashing with the cap covering his eyes. His ensemble marked with the scent of his cologne made him irresistible. You did a good job to keep composed and act as if you weren’t affected, but found it internally humorous after noticing how the girls, including Emily, took turns to take a minor opportunity to flick a glance at him at some point in the night. You didn’t mind at all, you took it as a form of a compliment, seeing as how you noticed their boyfriends, to include Jake, all doing the same to you.

Seeing the reaction, you both earned from everyone else, it almost felt as if you and Heeseung had belonged to one another. You both gave off a similar vibe when it came to the peak standards of attraction and sex appeal, Heesueng being more mysterious and masculine while yours was more charming and natural in the feminine aspect.

His face remained in your direction, you’re unsure if he noticed the looks from the others at all. You pretended to not notice him facing you, only viewing from your peripherals or the occasional glances, did you noticed that his face went from leaning on to his hand as he straightened his head and began rubbing his index finger along his lips. All the while tilting his head slightly back to show his gleaming eyes staring at you beneath the shadow of his hat. The smirk increasing against his suggestive rubbing of said finger caused you the knot in your gut to formulate, enhancing the tingling and numbing sensation to emerge as you kept yourself together, yet internally you were moaning your heart out for him.

Had it not been for your constant conversation with Emily by your side, your composure would have faltered, displaying your weakened state, especially since his free hand remained on your leg the whole time.

Once everyone was done feasting, you all decided to watch a movie. Regardless how late it was, the frequent consumption of alcohol with dinner had everyone develop a spry state of inebriation. Though you didn’t consume not nearly as much, two glasses of wine did give you a blissful buzz, as did Heeseung.

After cleaning up the picnic table and washing the dishes, you all gathered on to the sofa sets. You and Heeseung had the center sofa to yourselves since each couple gathered on the other two to share the unfinished bottles of wine and liquor leftover from dinner. You were content with the buzz alone and it seemed Heeseung was as well, so you both enjoyed sitting next to each other as the lights were all turned off and the movie began playing.

Halfway into the movie, you noticed each couple falling asleep, some remained on the sofas, while others were cuddling and sleeping on the massive plush rug in the center. Once you noticed it was you, Heeseung, Jake and Emily that remained awake, you shifted to sit on your side, with your back facing him as you leaned in on your hand, propping it with your arm against the back rest of the sofa. Heeseung’s arm was extended and rested along the top of the connected backrest, his hand inches away from the back of your head. You felt his fingers pinching a grab of your hair and twirling it around his fingers. The reflection of the window wall showed that his face remained in the direction of the TV, yet the details of his eyes under his cap remained inconspicuous and you wondered if he was actually looking at you.

The very moment you had wondered about his eyes, you had suddenly drifted off to sleep. You recall briefly waking in the middle of the night, well after the movie was over. The TV went into rest mode and shut off, leaving the room nearly pitch black had it not been for the moonlight peering in through the large windows. Heeseung pulling you in to lay next to him is what woke you. The feeling of his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you backwards, laying you down on your side, facing the back cushions of the sofa, while your back was nestled tightly against his chest. The sound of slumber exhales from the others filled the room as you fell back asleep.

The dream you had was pleasant, possibly due to the glasses of wine you had. It was the first time you dreamed of you and Heeseung, and it felt so real. The stimulation of the numbness and tingling rising from your pelvis to your chest as you felt him laying beneath you, thrusting upwards and fucking his body fluids into you. The rays of sunlight coming into the setting allowed for you to fully view every muscle definition his body secured, which had only made your dream that much better as the visual effect increased the euphoric sensation. It felt so real. It felt too real.

Your eyes remained closed, yet you came into consciousness as you felt your body being pressed and rubbed from behind. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist, to the point where it became slightly painful. You raise your hands only to be reminded that you were facing the back cushions of the couch, trapping you against him. His mouth leaving you sweet and wet kisses on your neckline, the straps of your fitted summer dress slinked down below your shoulders, fully exposing skin, collarbone, and the cleavage of your cradled bosom. The bill of his hat grazes along your cheek as he continued to kiss the soft skin below your jawline, eventually sucking on it.

You feel his arm loosen around your waist as he reaches up and unties the laced string at the front of your dress, holding your breasts together. Pulling the string loose, you feel the cool air creeping into the center of your chest as the lacing comes undone, allowing the dress to peel down and exposing your breasts. He reaches in through the loose material and takes advantage of your decision to not pair the dress with a strapless bra, giving him full access to the pure nudity of each mound as he takes a handful, massages, and slightly pinches the nipple.

His handling of your chest caused you to bite your lip, desperately trying to hold back the moan. It barely helped, as you did your best and yet, a quivering gasp whispered out from your mouth as he dry thrusted his hips against you. You placed a hand on his arm, which had gone back to you wrapping itself around your waist as each thrust became more intense, you tapped along the hard muscles of his forearm and whispered your pleas to him.

“Heeseung…please…not here. We can’t…” You whispered as quietly as you could, your voice was seeping out in between, the sensation was ridding your body to succumb to his act, and you found it nearly impossible to control it.

“Mmm…wrong name baby.”

Your eyes widened at the low tone that spoke out. He didn’t even attempt to whisper, it was deep and dark just as it always was, but not as Heeseung.

“Ethan…!”

You harshly whispered in slight panic, the moment you did so, his movements became faster and harder. You felt his hand reach down, grabbing on to your mini dress as he rolls it up and snakes his hand underneath and begins to pull down your panties. He nearly rips them as he drags the flimsy material down just far enough, where he lifts one of your legs to feed through it, leaving it to remain wrapped around the other.

Realizing that it was Ethan’s dark persona that was stimulating your body had you worried, knowing how much of a rough lover he is, you didn’t want to risk waking everyone. Yet, finding your voice on the matter was hard, too hard, because the sensation he was subjecting you to felt too good and as much as you wanted him to stop, you felt just as strongly in wanting him to continue. A contradiction that you always found yourself in whenever Ethan was with you.

“Ethan…please…not here. Not here…Ethan.” You whispered trying to refrain from sounding so desperate, yet the slight moaning in between proved only that you were enjoying the feeling, and he saw it plain as day. It was obvious that even though you were concerned about waking the others, it was minimal compared to your body’s reaction and the sound of your voice.

He didn’t respond, instead, he halted the sucking of your neck and lifted his face to seal your lips into a lengthy kiss. His tongue harshly penetrated through every barrier you measly put up, massaging every inch of your mouth. The way he had your body weakened from his motions caused you to lack the strength to build some level of restraint. Every moment you heard someone turn in their sleep stirred you to panic, causing you to try and peel his forearm off your waist, but was useless as you lacked any strength to do anything. The harder he went, the more the pleasure had sucked you dry of any energy within you.

You felt his arm loosen once more, though this time, it was to reach around and undo the button and zipper of his black jeans. Initially shocked out of your pleasured state, just only for a second, you lost the opportunity to harshly whisper out for him to refrain or even suggest going upstairs, as his free hand moves up and presses your face against his, sealing your lips yet again in a passionate kiss.

This was the way Ethan was, he was passionate, sexy, and dangerous. He found it thrilling to take certain risks, and by working you he was slowly getting you to enjoy it as well. Just like he did when he fucked you in front of Samuel. This was the side of Ethan that you did reluctantly enjoy, just as there were aspects of Heeseung’s side that Ethan lacked, yet you loved it just as much.

Once he fed his phallic muscle through the opening of his briefs, you immediately felt the smooth warmth of the skin and the stiffness of the shaft as he begins to feed it between your legs. You felt him wrap his fingers near the tip, guiding it in between and disrupting the neatness of your folds as you felt them spreading. The enigma of your desires rambled inside as you went from desiring him to go on, then suddenly changing heart the moment you felt his tip breaching entry. You reacted by closing your legs as tight as you could, but it did nothing. His muscle was too hard and stiff, it pushed through with ease, and you found yourself no longer wanting to pause, instead, you wanted him to keep going.

The tightness of your entry admitted friction and slight struggle for him to go all the way in, he committed to small thrusts to inch his way in little by little, causing your walls to promote moisture as you feel him entering in deeper and deeper. The more fluids your walls created, the easier he was able to enter, and before you knew it, he was all the way in. His mouth opened wide and covered your ear as he let out a single, deep and gasping moan as he rotates his hips, burrowing his dick deeper into you.

Yet again, the contradiction of your desires pulls and pushes your mind left and right as you began to feel yourself wanting to stop, knowing that the height of your gasping moans rising in volume, no matter if they were whispered out or not. Trying to prevent the risk of waking everyone, you appealed to him yet again, although barely hanging on to your pleas as you felt yourself changing your mind yet again at the immense pleasure Ethan was giving you.

“Uh! Eth…Ethan...uh! Ethan. Uh Ethan please!”

Your moans came out less pleading and more pleasurable as you felt him gaining more depth with each thrust. The last bit of your hesitancy disappeared, and you found yourself back to wanting him to keep going after he slightly lifted your free leg. By sliding his hand up underneath your knee, your leg submitted to a natural bend, bringing your ankle in for him to reach and grab onto. He pulls it around his back side before he slides his hand back up and reaches over to plant it on your inner thigh, keeping your leg spread in place. Now that you were wide open, he was able to speed up his thrusts, which he did sharply, lacking any gradual approach.

Hearing your whispers turning into full vocal moans, he moves his free hand up to cover your mouth, pushing your head back to lean against his throat. The shifting movement of your body jolting upwards from his thrusts admitted your forehead to tap the smooth surface underneath his jaw, upon feeling it, he further tilts your head back as he muffles your moans and gasps. With your head now pressed up against his Adam’s Apple, the stretch of your throat as your facial features fully suspended upwards, he looks downward to touch the tip of your nose with his own. He removes his hand from your mouth just a moment to admit an upside-down kiss as he thrusts into you, causing you to be shifted up and adding depth to the kiss. The hand that remained on your thigh comes back up and once again, wraps around your waist as you feel your dress slowly coming back down and covering the visual of his cock thrusting into you, as if it wasn’t happening. The smoothness and shined coating of his skin, effortlessly going in and out of you almost appeared as if his cock was melting into your entry. The shaft was slick and connected into you, fully swallowed in, and looked as if it was feeding your cavity as it remained tightly wrapped around him.

The wrap of his arm around your waist added to the momentum as you felt his strength lift, push, and pull you up and down, wherever he wanted you as he thrusted. His hand went back to muffling your moans after the kiss, though you’re not sure if it had helped. Thank goodness everyone had fallen asleep drunk, otherwise they would have surely woken up to the harsh gasps that were coming out of you as Ethan fucked you harder and harder. Even with him muffling your moans, you felt his mouth coming near your ear as he teases you with a gesture to be quieter, knowing full well you couldn’t, as evident by the feeling of a smirk forming against your helix.

“Shhh…come on baby. You gotta be quiet so I can keep fucking you.”

His voice low and deep yet quiet as he speaks into your ear, tickling it in the process. All of which was followed by a tender kiss right above your helix as he inhales the scent of your hair, a small and nearly breathless chuckle comes out of him as his breathing becomes heavier while he relentlessly fucks you. It didn’t matter if you both were in a room shared by others, or if they were peacefully asleep and unaware of what he was doing to you, none of it mattered to him, he kept going in harder, faster, and added just as much vigor as he would have if it was being done in private.

The peak of the tingling and numbing emerged and you felt your orgasm approaching. Your gasps and moans increase, his hand that muffled each sound emitted from your lips slightly tightens and adds pressure to your face as he goes faster and faster. His face burrows into your ear, while his lips are in contact with your jawline. He breathes deeply against your skin.

“Come to me…baby. Eden…come to me baby girl.”

The last words you heard him breathed out as your mind faded once you felt yourself cumming.

HERS

The state of y/n’s mind became a paradox of being aware and unaware. There was a deep, dark, and alluring side that y/n felt herself opening up to, as if she could feel herself changing yet a slight bit of her true nature stayed intact. Like a dream, it felt as if she was watching herself in third person as she permits the sensual and sultry side of her take over, the side that was Ethan’s equal, Eden.

Each time y/n had changed, it always submitted her to a state of delusion. It felt real, yet by morning she wouldn’t have any memory of the event, completely forgetting everything the moment she experienced tunnel vision and became dormant.

As her Eden side emerged, so did every dark and twisted desire that laid deep inside y/n’s heart and soul. All of the deep pleasures of sexual desire that she never knew existed, that had stayed hidden and “asleep” for so long. Of all the times she had experienced sexual intimacy with Samuel, never was there a moment where it was as fervor or intense like it was with Ethan, all she ever knew of sex was the slow, romantic, and the mirage of every good girl’s reality of sex. She was withheld from experiencing the vile, sordid, and wicked aspects of it, yet the moment she did, it became the most pleasurable she’s ever felt.

y/n felt herself stepping out of her comfort zone. Every single corrupt and improper image of sexual acts run through her mind, enabling her to move in sensual slow motion, yearning for more. Her moans became more relaxed, though still strong in vibration, they were less whiny and more pleasurable, more desirable, and sexual in nature. With her sultry eyes re-opening, Eden awakens.

Her hands move up, dragging along the curves of her body. She gently taps her fingers on Ethan’s hand covering her mouth, while the other wraps two fingers around the slick coated shaft as it remained fully inserted inside of her. Massaging it, Ethan slows his thrusts as his body quivers at Eden’s touch. With Y/N, Ethan loved having the soft and pure aura to fuck into, hearing the cries and moans of y/n’s good nature breaking and succumbing to his freakish sexual acts.

Then there was Eden, the side that emulated everything about him, the nefarious and sinister side of sex that everyone is aware of, but never truly embraced. People like Vicky, or his past girlfriends, who only pretended to be good and natural, but eventually unleashing their dirty face the moment he was fucking them from behind in their cheerleading uniforms, only to witness a disappointing notion of a forced façade as they let out horrendous vocals of what they thought would please him. Moans that were overexaggerated, thought to be sexy, with movements that were lazy and lacked passionate energy. Every single one of them not only disappointed him, but they lacked a genuine response which disgusted both him, and Heeseung.

When it came to sex, it was his and Heeseung’s love language, something they took personally and sincerely. There was no doubt that every single girl he had been with spoke truthfully whenever they claimed that he was the cause of their best orgasms, he knew he was. He knew how to move, knew how to fuck, knew where to touch and where to kiss during each moment. He knew when to go fast, and to go slow, and was blessed with the stamina to maintain the pace however long he needed to, just to bring them to their knees. It was no surprise that days, weeks, months, even years later, regardless of breaking contact with them, there was always going to be a time where each one would reach out, after repeatedly being disappointed by the string of men that followed after the breakup, they found themselves begging and practically throwing themselves at his feet for just one night.

As harsh as it may sound, he dismissed them in a myriad of ways, never wanting to revisit the atrocity in the lack of their originality. Instead, he continued to search, wanting to find the one that would speak his lingo and return the forbidden pleasure that he would give, but never found her. Settling with Vicky, his life felt dull and rotten, all because his sex life lacked the passion and excitement of the good and bad. He felt frustrated and started to become emotionless as he fell into the state of drudging complacency, until he saw y/n.

That day, when he observed from a distance, he didn’t need to speak with her or hear any statements to justify her goodness and modesty. He could see it as plain as day when he saw her smile, that she was someone who was genuinely pure and loving at heart, someone who was never broken. Ever since, he yearned to be the one to do it to her.

The moment his deepest wish came into fruition, that night of the frat party, he was gifted way more than he could ever ask for when he pulled out a side of her that she never even knew existed.

Eden.

The overwhelming flow of emotion crashed into him like a boulder, he found someone who was just like him, a diamond in the rough. Though he was always aware of his two faces and grew up learning how to control the switch and gain a balance of being both, y/n’s breaking will causing Eden’s birth, was so sudden and new. He knew that he would have to teach her, to take every opportunity to guide her on how to gain that balance, something he developed entirely on his own.

She continues to rub her fingers on his shaft, right at the entry point. Ethan starts to pick up the pace with his thrusts at the stimulation of Eden’s touch and the squeeze of her walls as she clenches. Even though y/n had already cum, it was Eden’s turn to enjoy her soulmate. Ethan enjoyed fucking y/n and Eden equally, it just felt more befitting whenever Eden was present. Just as y/n felt it more befitting when Heeseung fucked her.

Their personalities weren’t just similar, they mirrored each other, with Heeseung and y/n being the more sentimental types, Ethan and Eden were the zenith of tough love.

Ethan picks up the pace, his speed, and stamina as strong as ever as he fucks his heart and soul into Eden, feeling her body bucking up from the received impact so easily. Her moans were long and steady as she expresses the desire to receive more. She never tried to be appealing in expressing her desires. Like y/n, everything about her was natural and sincere, she was sexy, genuine and original in her responses to him, which enticed him to fuck harder and feel satisfaction like he’s never felt before. Throughout his entire life, Ethan never lost his bearing or felt himself weaken from immense pleasure, until he met Eden.

She was the only thing that could break him, had she known or was willing to, though he deeply hoped that she wasn’t aware of either. Unlike his Heeseung side, Ethan had a deep sense of pride and masculinity when it came to sex, though Eden was his equal, there were still restrictions that he refused to let even her breach. He was the top of all predators, the top of the food chain, and will always be in control.

An ideal vision of male dominance. He was strong and demanding but never once abused it, especially with his tamed and gentle y/n, the one light of his life. With Eden, he knew he could get away with much more, yet still, he always found himself to insert acts of tenderness knowing that regardless of how rough he fucks, he loved his Eden just as much he loved his y/n.

Since Eden only was drawn out at Ethan’s bidding, Heeseung only had the experience of Eden through a shared moment when he was half and half of his two sides the night of the frat party. Knowing full well that Ethan, even at his slightest presence, was a requirement in summoning and pleasing Eden, he felt it necessary to have his Ethan side to aid in the taming of his wickedly sexy enchantress.

Feeling her walls clench violently, Eden’s gasps harshly spewing out as he ruins her, Ethan feels himself coming close to the explosion of pleasure as his thrusts lose all forms of neat structure, becoming sloppy and rushed as the peak of his orgasm is on edge and the desperation to cum entangles every sensation in his body. Unable to withstand his ruthless performance, Eden bites down her lip and succumbs to his prowess and cums all over him. The clenching of her walls swallows him in deep and pulsates against his shaft, tapping him to orgasm.

A single, yet loud, groan gasps out of Ethan as he releases inside her. The sound of his voice traveling in her ear increased the vibrancy of her pulsating walls, along with the ferocious twitching of his cock as it remains buried inside. The soothed feeling of her man cumming and putting all his children inside of her thrilled her, the thought of him breeding with her only made him more appealing.

The y/n side may have thought it too soon for her and Heeseung to become parents, but her Eden side found sexual and emotional joy at the thought of Ethan turning her into a mother. He never expressed it, but he knew of her feelings on the matter and felt the same.

Someday.

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sissytobitch10seconds · 2 years ago

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Living Our Lives

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Five wanted to see more of the world than he got to when he was working for the Commission and living during the apocalypse. So as soon as he was able to, Viktor took him on as many vacations as he could. Warnings: PTSD flashbacks, triggered panic attacks, and mentions of canon-typical violence Word Count: 3,209 Ship(s): Five Hargreeves/Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: So I specifically chose to write them being in a national/state park because I love being in them and writing them in a car is very boring (car rides are always boring for me because I have to sleep through them to avoid being sick). The events of this fic are also something that happened to me in real life, which was another reason I decided to write this for this prompt. I hope you guys enjoy it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

fresh starts - road trip - getting back together/mutual pining - "make me" - acceptance - fairytale AU

Viktor woke to the sound of the waves crashing against the sandy pebble-ridden beach outside of their hotel room. They weren’t exactly water-front, but it was a five minute walk even at low tide to be standing directly in the ocean. The sound traveled well over the beach and the small grassy area that led up to the hotel, twisting through half-open window in the bathroom and then filling the room with the repetitive sound.

When he finally managed to pry his eyes open from where he had been sleeping, he looked over the room again. It was still cloudy outside from the rainstorm that they had the day before, but Viktor liked it like that. They had been on the road for almost a week at this point and he was already feeling nostalgic and home sick for the east coast.

The room that he and his husband had booked for the three days that they were going to be visiting attractions in the area was plain and a little outdated. The TV locked away in the entertainment center only hooked up to the little DVD player underneath it and didn’t have cable, though that wasn’t something they were worried about since they had each other to keep them busy. There was no minifridge, so all of the things that they had bought to eat where being kept cold in their cooler with a chunk of dry ice that they had bought from a convenience store in town. The beds were comfortable, with a thick quilt on the top of the sheets instead of the oversized comforters. The shower and faucet had outdated fixtures and it took a lot to get them to go to the right temperature but they always got there eventually.

Overall, everything in the little motel room was a somewhat scuffed up (like the table and desk near the sliding glass doors out the back of their room) but it was clean and homey. It was a nice break from all of the high-end hotels that they had been staying at while traveling through the bigger cities to get to the more desolate part of the country where they were going to be staying for longer. While those hotels technically had higher quality items, it always felt specifically like they were in someone else’s house and they couldn’t never really get comfortable.

“Good morning,” Five’s gruff voice mumbled as the taller man pressed a kiss to Viktor’s hair.

Viktor rolled over in the bed so that he was facing towards his husband and away from the door and the ocean. “Good morning, Five. How did you sleep?”

“I always sleep well when I know you’re here, my love,” Five murmured as he leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a kiss. Viktor let out a small hum and returned the sign of affection. He knew that his husband had probably had a couple of nightmares and spent at least an hour awake trying to calm himself down from them, but they were both doing so much better. They had been through so much in such a short time that they were going to be struggling with PTSD and nightmares for a while, but they had each other so they knew that they could handle it.

“Mm,” Viktor hummed. He buried his cold nose into the crook of Five’s neck for just a moment before the other man let out a grunt and pushed him away. Viktor rolled back to where he had been laying before and laughed, his eyes crinkling at the sides.

Five moved so that his hands were on either side of Viktor’s shoulders and he was towering over the other man. “You sneak,” he laughed before he lowered himself down enough that he could kiss Viktor. The smaller man giggled as his husband’s entire body encompassed him so that he had the steady, breathing pressure on top of him.

They laid like that for a little while longer before they decided that they had to get up for the day. Five traveled down to the small area just off of the check-in desk that had a couple vending machines and then some breakfast offerings. The motel wasn’t like a standard hotel with a hot breakfast, but rather they had several different single-serving cereals, oatmeals, fruits, and pre-packaged baked goods available for the guests to come and get from six to ten in the morning.

Viktor stayed behind in their room so that he could ready their lunches. They were spending three days in the town that they were in and they were only on the second, so they didn’t need to pack the entire cooler. When they were doing activities they both tried to pack nonperishables or things that would be fine to sit out in the heat for a little while until they got around to eating them.

Once Five returned with their breakfast, they cuddled together on the bed while eating and listening to the sound of the waves rolling in. Viktor had unlocked their back door now that they were awake, so they were also getting the lovely smell of the ocean and fresh air flooding in from the outside. After a lifetime of scrambling to get back to each other and making sure that they could stay with each other, it was nice to have a quiet moment like this.

They finished eating and then packed up everything that they would need for their adventures before they got into the car. Five had managed to get the 1950s stingray that he had wanted when they were in the third apocalypse, even if that was only something that he had wanted back then because of the hormones flowing through his teenage-aged body. It was a car that they kept in incredibly good condition but loved to bring with them on their adventures.

Viktor was practically vibrating in his seat as they turned away from all of the buildings and cars of the town and into the lush wilderness. They had been coming to see quite a few things, including a couple of tourist-traps that they knew existed only to steal their money but were still fun to go and ogle at. The main thing that they had stopped in this specific town to go see, however, was the redwoods. There were several state and national parks littered down the coast line of Oregon and California, but the one that they were going to visit today was only a half hour drive away from their hotel.

The highway had been built down the middle of the grand trees, which meant that they didn’t have to pay an entry fee the same way that they had for Lassen Vista Park and Yosemite National Park earlier in their trip. Of course, they’d be making a stop by the visitor’s center so that they could donate to the upkeep of the park after their hikes.

They pulled into one of the parking areas and removed themselves from the car. Five was digging through their bag to make sure that they had bug repellent, plenty of water, and the food that Viktor had packed. The other man was sitting on the hood of the car with his shirt off as he rubbed sunscreen into every spare inch of skin that he could.

“People are ogling at you, my love,” Five mumbled as he glanced up to see some of the other people sharing their parking space staring directly at his partner’s mostly-naked form.

“They can look all they want, because they’re never going to be able to even touch me,” Viktor chuckled as he turned his head up so that he was looking towards his partner.

“Oh? And why is that?” Five asked. He set the bag down so that it was leaning up against the car and then walked over to his husband. He placed his hands on either of Viktor’s hips and dragged him forward so that the smaller man was practically in his lap.

“Mostly because I’m all yours,” Viktor replied as a cat-like grin spread over his face. He put one of his sunscreen-slick hands on the back of Five’s neck and then nearly dragged him down so that they could kiss.

Five didn’t mind as he was going to have to put some of the protective material on himself once Viktor had finished with it. The ex-assassin had spent his entire life in the apocalypse trying to find a way to cover as much of his skin as possible without overheating so that he could avoid sunburn, there was no way that he was going to pass up the opportunity to never have to go through something like that ever again.

They broke apart from the kiss a few minutes later after Five knew that everyone would have looked away from them. “Damn straight. You’re mine,” he leaned down and bit over the hickey that he had put on Viktor’s neck last night despite the sour taste that coated his tongue thanks to the sunscreen.

“You’re a dork,” Viktor informed him with another quick kiss to the lips. The duo then quickly wrapped up what they were doing so that they could get started on their hike. Five finished packing the bag and then sunscreening himself while Viktor secured the backpack over his shoulders. Throughout the day they would switch out who had it, and Viktor had decided that he was going to take the first shift.

They began down the trail hand-in-hand while staring up at the huge trees that surrounded them. Sticks and roots stopped them from staring directly up at the huge fern-like leaves that wove together to create a beautiful, shady canopy. There was plenty to see at the ground-level as well. Old animal prints from when humans weren’t on the path during the off season and at night had been near permanently secured into the mud. Sorrel was hiding from the sun where the branches and leaves above allowed the bright light to cascade down onto the earth. Several of the fallen redwoods also gave way to new life, supporting clones that were just beginning their stretch up towards the sky.

There weren’t very many people on the hike that they were on, but still quite a few. They hadn’t chosen one of the ADA paths so that they wouldn’t run into people with strollers, since those ones tended to be the most family and small child friendly as well. The path that they were on was relatively flat but very long and required the ability to walk up a couple of steps when they got to the middle. It was harder than a light stroll as the smaller loops supported, but not as hard as some of the more adventures hikes that took all day. Viktor wanted to be able to do a small loop in each part of the park if they had time, and Five was dedicated to making that happen.

They walked down the path, stopping a couple of times to enjoy the birdcall or identify one of the smaller critters that they could see scuttling through the underbrush towards wherever it was that they were going. They were happy, they were at peace, especially since they were with each other.

Of course, since they were Hargreeves through-and-through, that wasn’t going to last for long.

They had just rounded part of the path so that they were being looped back to the entrance when a crisp, clear cracking sound rang through the entire forest. It silenced all of the noise from the cars a half mile away from them and the buzzing of the critters and insects that called the forest their home.

Instinctively, Viktor harnessed some of the sharp sound so that his body began to glow with the raw force of his power. His head turning widely in circles as he tried to figure out where it had come from, his mind immediately assuming that it had been a firework or explosion. Five, on the other hand, was convinced that it had been a gunshot. He reached out so that he was holding tightly to Viktor’s shoulder just incase he needed to teleport himself and his husband away. The only reason that he hadn’t reflexively used his powers was because of how out of the habit he had gotten in their half decade of safe married life.

The cracking that followed afterwards let them know that what they had heard was not a firework or a gunshot, but rather a tree breaking down the middle.

Viktor grasped Five’s hand and quickly tugged them further down the path so that they could get away from the trees. His head was swirling in either direction as he tried to figure out where it was that the sound was coming from. The way that it echoed throughout the entire forest made it incredibly hard to pin-point where the tree was breaking and where they had to go to be able to avoid it.

Both of them could feel nothing but fear coursing through them as images of having their lives cut short by one of the huge trees that they had been so adoring of only moments prior flashed through both of their minds. The trees around them felt too ancient and magical to come crashing down like they were.

The smaller of the two men toppled back over a root so that he was flailing, his hands and arms pinwheeling before he tumbled down onto the packed earth of the path. Five’s attention was snapped away from where he was staring at the tree coming down a fourth of a mile away from them and back down to his husband.

“Viktor, are you okay?” he asked as he knelt down beside the other man so that he could make sure that he was okay. Flashes of their previous adventures, moments when they were both this scared and creating new traumas, were rushing through his mind as quickly as they could. It wasn’t something that he particularly wanted to be happening but he knew that it also wasn’t something that he got to stop just because he didn’t want it.

He didn’t reply for a while longer as he stared at where the tree had fallen. Leaves and dust rose up from the ground in a huge cloud due to the force that the redwood had come down with. Viktor could see shards of wood that had splintered off from where half of the tree had come down while the other half remained upright.

“Shit, that was so scary,” he whispered as he brought his hand up to his forehead. He was quivering slightly as the adrenaline in his system began to ease up and left his muscles exhausted.

Five let out a near-hysterical laugh. He had been through a lot, including a couple of buildings falling down as he scrambled to get out of them, but this had still managed to shock him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Viktor’s mouth to try and reassure him that it was okay. “Certainly wasn’t what I was expecting to happen today.”

The smaller man let out a jerky laugh. He tilted his forehead forward so that it was resting on Five’s shoulder. “I love you, you know that?”

“I would certainly hope so, otherwise being married to me for this long is going to be rather embarrassing for the both of us,” he chuckled. He pressed another kiss to the top of Viktor’s head and then helped his husband up.

The other people that had been hiking along their trail when the tree had fallen were also rather shaken up. They were talking amongst themselves and pointing out towards the brand new, splintered boards of red wood. Before anyone had a chance to venture off of the trail to see what had happened, several rangers appeared. One of them roped off the edge with bright yellow tape to prevent any of them from being able to walk to the fallen tree without stepping over the barrier.

The other rangers walked through the path, carefully picking their way around the sorrel and ferns so that they could reach the tree and examine all the damage. The one remaining park worker turned around and then said, “I know that was scary but we’ve got it handled! Thank you all for your cooperation, please stay on the path. Out this way is a lot of poison oak and wildlife that should be left to the professionals to deal with.”

“Makes sense,” Viktor mumbled. He picked himself up from the ground and then brushed the dirt and crunched leaves off of his pants. He then ran a shaky hand through his hair and turned towards his husband. “I know that it wasn’t the plan for today but I think we should just go back to the hotel and try to calm down from this.”

Five’s mouth flickered down into a frown. He reached down so that he could tilt his husband’s face up towards him. “Vik, remember what Dr. Kelly said. We can’t let a small bad part of the experience make us stop from doing something that we were planning on and looking forward to. That’s what happened the last time we went on a roadtrip and we both felt extremely disappointed by it.”

“I don’t want to push you any further if you feel triggered, though,” he mumbled. He turned his head down as much as he could with the hand still underneath his chin. “I knew that there was a chance that a couple of trees could come down while we were here. I did a lot of research about it and the ground has been so dry that several redwoods have already come down on the roads and stuff. None in this area, so I thought that it would be fine.”

“Viktor,” Five stopped his ramble before he could continue to send himself into a deeper spiral of shame. “You did all the research that you needed to and then made an educated decision with the information that you had. You didn’t bring us here knowing for certain that there would be something triggering for us both. I also know how desperately you wanted to come here. I mean, you’ve wanted to visit this park for years now. The worst has basically already happened, so let’s keep going with our plan, yeah?”

The ex-superhero let out a small laugh. He tilted his head into Five’s hold so that they were still close together. “You know what, you’re right. Let’s go enjoy the rest of our vacation, okay? We don’t need to let one thing ruin everything else for us.”

Five leaned down and pressed a kiss to his husband’s mouth before they started back down the path so that they could continue the rest of their day. They were a little bit jumpier than they would have been had the tree not fell, but they were still having a wonderful time with each other.

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