#my uncle had an obsession with being in the eye of a storm and i think that is so soda coded

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

Since tornado season has started up again, have you ever had any scary/wild experiences?

“Well, here, look. I'll go through them and find some nicer ones, okay? This one ain't too bad!”

Steve was tired of seeing Soda cry so damn much, and the day just started. So, he's going through the jar himself to personally pick out some nicer questions for Soda to answer.

He reads the note to him, and Soda nods, wiping his face with his sleeve and holding out a hand to take it.

We've had some odd ones, but I wouldn't nothin' crazy.

...Okay, there was this ONE TIME where me and Steve got caught up in a real bad twister while on the road. Now that was a wild one.

It was so cool. We were makin' our way back home after an out of town race, and the storms had gotten real rough. Well, we were on a highway, about 20 minutes from home and cross cut from some big fields, and the twister had made it's way right beside us and cut past us in the road.

Us and about 20 other cars were just stuck there, waiting and praying it didn't snatch us up or nothing. It wouldn't have been able to anyways, it was a real tiny one. But I loved the adrenaline of being SO CLOSE to a thing so big. The rain, the impact, the radio blaring, it was a sight I'll never forget.

Soda hummed happily, thinking to himself about the memory.

“Not bad?”

“Yeah... Not bad.”

[joonberriess]

animal farm. ☆ j.jk + k.th

⋆ TAGS — dark!tae + jk, morals are zero bc it’s the apocalypse, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, TW: non-con to dub-con as oc adapts to survive, captivity, breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampies, pregnant sex, fingering, creepy sleazy!tae, yandere elements, open-ending beware it’s not a good one, angst, death (just the zombies lol), jk’s a hunky daddy, possessive tae and jk, obsession, somnophilia, mentioned abortion, “fuck them kids” - oc, debatable happy ending, misogyny and objectification, outdoor sex(?), thigh fucking, mentioned/hints of body dysmorphia bc oc DOES NOT want to be pregnant

⋆ WORD COUNT — 13.3k

⋆ now playing: animal farm - bibi ⋆

You’re not sure how much time has passed since the outbreak—days, months, years—time was a relatively foreign concept, all that was left was to survive. Didn’t matter what day of the week it was or whether it was night or day, the days were all the same in the end.

The day it happened started like any other day: you woke to a flurry of messages wishing you happy birthday, and you were greeted by the sight of your pup running around in excitement as you prepared for the day. You were going to work a short shift that day (courtesy of your boss) all your co-workers had pitched in to buy you a nice cake from the bakery down the street. Your mom even promised to call you later on given the distance between you and her.

Everything was just as you remembered—a blue sky, people commuting, the sounds of traffic—it was just another regular day. After work you stopped to buy a bottle of wine, too busy chatting with the cashier to notice the storm of police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks passing by. The rest of the way home you listened to music, blissfully unaware of the nearby fires and rising smoky black skies.

Night came, prepared a delicious pasta and served a rather large serving of wine. Your dog sat by the front door the entire time, posture stiff and tail straight as he stared at seemingly nothing. That should have been the first sign.. After setting the pasta aside to cool your phone rang and you smiled. “Mom-”

“Listen to me,” she sounded desperate, “do NOT go outside, no matter what you hear or see y/n, STAY INSIDE.” She bites out in a fearful tone, “Your father and I are going to try and head over there, for the love of God please stay inside.”

“Mom, what's happening? Is everything okay? Are you and dad oka-” Suddenly the sound of a nearby building blowing up makes you jump. Your apartment rattles and you lose your balance, falling over as the phone slides away from you, “Mom?!” You scramble to your feet and run to the windows, yanking them all the way back to reveal the chaos unfolding..

The world around you is in flames, people are running and cars are being crashed or abandoned. You see helicopters storming the sky all around, endless police cars are scattered below your apartment and you hear the sounds of gunshots from every direction. Your eyes widen in horror as a plane comes crashing down somewhere downtown, and then more screams erupt alongside a few rather..inhuman sounds.

“y/n?! y/n?!” You snap your attention back to the fallen phone.

“M-Mom?” You crouch down and pick up the phone, “What’s happening?” You tearfully whisper. You hear the same chaos unfolding on the other side of the line, your dad is yelling something in the background while your mom tries to tell you a bunch of things all at once.

“Oh my sweet girl,” she softly whispers in a wobbly tone, “we love you so much, never forget that.” You hear a gunshot and your dad yelling some more, “Get to your uncle,” she cuts off by a loud screeching noise, “we’ll meet you there—!” She gasps as the screeching turns into animalistic noises, “Never forget—we love you.” The line cuts dead. You stand there in complete silence with an endless flow of tears streaming down your face.

The wine and pasta sat cold all night, then the night after that, and after that. If you were to go back there you’d probably see what was left of your apartment, most likely scavenged and destroyed by either survivors or whatever the hell those things were.

And to think that it had been just another random day..

You never did get to see your parents. You wondered if they died on their way to the farm or if they never stood a chance leaving in the first place. You like to believe they’re out there somewhere safe, that they found refuge with other groups far away from chaos. Like your father had once said: you keep finding something to fight for.

And that’s what you intended.

+

“Dammit.” You whispered under your breath while pushing through the endless shrubs and tree branches in your way.

By now every city was covered from head to toe in vines and other plant life. Apart from the obvious decay everything would have looked normal if it weren’t for the fact that there was a darkness lingering in the shadows. Cars, bikes, and trucks were scattered around, sitting as a reminder of the way things were once. It played like a bittersweet memory in the back of your mind as you pushed forward.

You brushed your hands over the front of your shorts and looked around the area. It was quiet all around with the only sounds being the wind blowing the overgrown grass all around. You had finally made it to Daegu after walking for two months straight. Your body ached and you were sure your feet had blisters from all the walking (occasional running) you did.

A few times (more than you would like to admit) you reached a breaking point where you wanted nothing more than to give up and go back to your uncle’s farm. Yet somehow some-way you would regain your strength and keep pushing—for family. It’s how you ended up all the way down in Daegu, just another month or two (maybe three) away from Busan.

You were far too deep to stop now.

You uncapped your water jug and took greedy sips as the water ran down your chin and throat. “That’s better.” You murmur softly as your parched throat absorbs every last drop of the water. You take a second to sit down on a nearby rock to bring your map out.

“Okay.. If I’m here,” you trail off while running your finger over the lines of the map, “then that means I go this way..and turn here to—” You immerse yourself in your own thoughts, ignoring the sound of your stomach growling. You shift from side to side, ignoring the heavy weight of your shotgun tucked away in your backpack, sticking out like a sore thumb.

So far you didn’t need to use the gun (yet), your encounters with those unruly beasts were minimal since they had taken to hiding in buildings. Crazed survivors were unlikely, most were hidden away too and if they were out you simply snuck past them until you felt like you could breathe again. You’d say you were doing a pretty damn good job at conserving your ammo etc.

“Alright,” you sigh heavily and put your map away, “up I go.” You mumble and start heading down the grassy street, just looking all over the area. You always did want to visit Daegu, guess it was your lucky day.

The street comes to a dead end as you stop in front of two tilted buildings crashed into each other with endless rubble surrounding the area. “Just my luck,” you groan out, seeing as there isn’t another option as you hop up the rubble, making your way into the dark desolate building.

With every step you take your heart begins beating faster, chances that those things are swarming the building are high. Your heart drops even more when you realize that the only way out that was straight ahead of you is blocked off by debris. You stop in the middle of the room, looking up as you inhale deeply.

“Only way out is going up then..” You mutter and grab your flashlight.

Everything is silent around you save for the drops of water hitting the ground and echoing off the empty halls. You work your way around the decaying bodies and thrown furniture surrounding the halls. Finding another way out of the building was something you had not planned on doing, but it seemed like you were going to have to get to higher ground to scope the surroundings out for an exit.

“Ah-ha,” you light up when you realize this building has balconies. A triumphant smile forms on your lips as you head up a small flight of stairs to reach the next floor where the balconies were located. You kept a close eye and ear out for any strange movements, you weren’t alone after all.

As you move to step over a piece of debris, suddenly a large part of the ground rumbles before breaking off and falling through the second floor. Your entire body goes still. You begin breathing heavily as you shakily reach for the shotgun in your backpack. Seconds of silence pass, you stand there with the shotgun in your hands and your face twisted in fear.

Nothing happens until you hear it..

A low faint croaking sound—click, click, click—there’s soft thuds as the creature moves around, getting closer and closer. You’re too scared to turn around or even make a sound. The floor behind you creaks and the creature gets closer, idly squeaking and croaking. Your only mistake is letting out a fearful breath, because suddenly the creature stops and screeches loudly, lunging at you at full speed.

You take off down the hall, pushing past the stone and rubble with the damned thing hot on your heels. Right as you think it’s about to snatch you right up with its bubbly deteriorating arms, an arm lunges out and yanks you into a room pressing you right up against the wall. You flinch violently and stare at the mysterious person in front of you, you can’t help but tremble as you open your mouth.

The stranger gives you a pointed look, slamming his hand over your mouth as he presses himself tight against you, “If you don’t wanna end up dead just sit the fuck still and be quiet,” he harshly whispers while looking out the corner of his eye to see if the creature is still after you.

Your grip on your shotgun loosens, you both stare at each other in silence as the creature stops outside of the room, croaking as it looks for you. When the thing comes close by the open doorway you squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath. It doesn’t go away for another few minutes, when it does it ventures into another room across the hall, its noises slowly fading away until it’s fully gone.

The guy lifts a finger over his mouth and softly makes a “shh” sound. You nod slowly and he slowly lifts his hand off, “Follow me,” he quietly mutters and grabs your hand. You don’t even struggle as he leads you far away from the room, and out some doors that lead to a fire escape. “Careful, the metals all worn out. Don’t need you fallin’ on me.” He says as he begins climbing down.

You stand there quietly trying to think if it’s a good idea to follow this guy. Probably not but you were the one with the gun here, not him. “You coming or what?” He says in annoyance, already halfway down the ladders.

You snap out of it and quickly follow, “Yeah, yeah.” You softly whisper.

When you reach the last set of ladders the stranger is already waiting for you down on the ground, he watches you silently with no expression on his face. “C’mere,” he holds his arms out, “I’ll catch you.” You shouldn’t be so trusting but for some reason you just let yourself fall into his arms. A quiet yelp escapes your lips as you curl into yourself out of fear, “Relax, scary part’s over.” He lets out a deep chuckle.

“T-Thank you,” you mutter, still shaken up over the incident, “I really appreciate what you did back there, I haven’t seen those things since this entire thing started. I guess I wasn’t so prepared to go against one up close like that,” you mutter while kicking a rock around.

He shrugs, “I don’t think anyone can ever be prepared to face off against one of those things.” He sighs while looking around, “You got somewhere you gotta be or you just like wandering into abandoned buildings in your free time?” He shoves his hands into his pockets, a small grin grazing his lips.

It’s not the best idea to ever tell a stranger where you’re going especially given the situation the entire world is in. “I was just trying to scavenge,” you finally say after a few seconds, “I was running out of a few things so I decided to get some air while I was out.” You can’t keep eye contact with him for the love of your own life. His gaze is pretty intense and he seemed like the type of person who kept eye contact throughout an entire conversation.

“Ah,” he nods, “I was too, but then I heard the commotion and decided to see what was up, and you were there.” He chuckles, “Kim Taehyung.” He holds his hand out.

“y/n.” You reply softly and take his much bigger hand into yours, “Well, I think I’ll be going now. Can’t keep my group waiting.” You trail off nervously when his grip tightens instead of letting you go, “Um, Taehyung..? My hand?” You whisper out.

Taehyung hums, “It’s getting pretty late isn’t it? Sun down is around the corner and well, it doesn’t seem pretty ideal to walk around all by yourself in the dark now is it?” He tilts his head.

He’s right, you can see the sun start to set slowly and the world around you is painted in a dark orange-yellow hue. Your little lie wasn’t going to keep up much longer if he decides to walk you to your “group”. You nod slowly, “Yeah.. I guess so.” You rub the side of your arm as a chilly breeze sweeps over the both of you.

“Wanna come back with me to my place? Not far, just a ten minute walk from here, even got working water and electricity.” You perk up at the last two things which ends up making him laugh, “Yeah I know, you’ll see what I mean.” He begins pulling you along with him, hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

“I wouldn’t wanna intrude or anything,” you quickly say, “I can just go back to my group, ‘s not a problem really.” You wince a little when his grip begins to become painful.

Taehyung shakes his head, “ ‘s not safe out here at night, just stop being stubborn will you? You looked ready to give up back there with just one of those things, now imagine dozens?” He chuckles humorlessly with his head still turned away, you sigh quietly and go limp finding it no use to fight back because he clearly wasn’t going to let you go which in itself looked like an entire red flag.

He leads you to another building, you notice the slight change in temperature when you walk into the darkened lobby, it’s slightly warmer.. “How did you get the electricity to work?” You wonder out loud while looking around.

“Turns out the power generator wasn’t completely ruined, wasn’t very hard to get it going again and well, now we have working water and electricity.” He shrugs while guiding you down the hall and stopping in front of a door.

You frown in confusion, “We?” You tilt your head, “There’s someone else?” Oh this wasn’t what you were expecting, now you had to stay alert for not only Taehyung but his fucking friend too.

“Yeah, Jungkook.” He says like nothing while punching in the keycode, “He’s one of the guys I met when this all happened, we stayed together—no not like that,” he chuckles, “he’s a good friend of mine.” He gives you a bright smile before pushing the door open.

You’re hit with warmth and light, the entire room is lit up and you can smell something cooking in the kitchen. This makes you reminisce about the past when you would be coming home after a long day at work, cooking something up and unwinding with your pup on the couch. Your heart twists bitterly as you clutch your backpack closer, you hear noises come from the kitchen and you turn your head in alarm.

“Relax, that’s Jungkook.” Taehyung chuckles as he guides you into the living room with his hands over your shoulders, “Jungkook, this is y/n and y/n, Jungkook.” He cheerfully introduces you two like you’re longtime friends or something, “I saved her from a clicker just now.” He briefly says to Jungkook.

Jungkook gives you one good look, dark eyes trailing over you before he turns his back, “You guys hungry?” He breaks the tension in the room, it has you sagging in relief that he wasn’t rude or didn’t see you as a threat. “She looks like she’s seen better days, don’t be fucking rude Tae let her shower n shit the food is almost ready anyways.” He comments while shaking some spices into the food he was making.

“Oh shit, forgot about that. C’mere, bathroom’s this way.” Taehyung pushes you down another hall, “Hot water n everything so go crazy. Clean towel’s there, and you’re welcome to help yourself to anything in there. I have some extra razors, don’t know if you’d need them or anything I don’t know but yeah.” He smiles, “See you when you’re done.” He leaves after that.

You stand in the bathroom quietly for a few seconds, you don’t like the ugly little feeling you get in your tummy from being around these guys. You’re grateful and all but you can’t help the distrusting feeling you get. With a heavy sigh you set your things down and begin undressing out of your clothes. The water feels so amazing against your sore muscles, you stand under the shower just basking in the luxury of hot water with your eyes closed.

Cleanup goes fairly quickly, you helped yourself to one of the razors Taehyung mentioned to you and took your time in scrubbing the dirt and grime off of your body. Now that you think about it, it made sense earlier as to why Taehyung didn’t look dirty or anything. This explains a whooolleeee lot now.

“Hey y/n,” Taehyung calls out as the door opens, “Came to give you something.” He says like it’s no big deal at all while he enters the bathroom.

“T-Taehyung..!” You gasp in shock, throwing yourself into the corner of the shower while staring at the curtains in terror, “Whatever it is, can you just please drop it somewhere! Kinda not in the best situation right now,” you clutch the loofah close.

Taehyung laughs, “Calm down, I just came to give you an extra pair of clothes. Yours are kinda worn down no offense, it wouldn’t make sense to re-dress in nasty clothes after cleaning yourself now would it?” He says as he moves around the bathroom.

“Thanks..but um..can you…?” You trail off.

“I’m going, I’m going,” he breathily chuckles, “Jungkook says the food’s ready, see you out there.” He heads out. You wait for him to close the door but when you hear no sound you peek your head out of the corner of the curtain, “My bad,” Taehyung holds up your tattered clothes, “kinda cute that they got little bears all over them.” He motions to your underwear.

Your face heats up in embarrassment, “Stop looking!”

“I will!” Taehyung lets the door slip shut, his laughter fading as he disappears down the hall. You sigh in relief and let your back hit the wall, what the hell was even that? You were definitely going to be leaving ASAP with the way Taehyung seemed to lack boundaries with literally ANYTHING. First he was touchy and now he’s looking at your underwear shamelessly? That was a no-go.

“I swear I locked it..” You mutter while washing your hair.

After your hot shower you slip out and dry yourself with the towel, you were curious to see what clothes he brought you. You notice it’s a large black shirt and a pair of boxers sitting neatly folded on the counter. Better than nothing you guessed while dropping the towel and dressing yourself. The boxers fit like oversized shorts on you which you’re pretty glad for.

Your heart drops when you see that your backpack isn’t there anymore. A lot of things seem to be running through your mind all at once, was this the end? Were you going to die now? All because of a hot shower?

“Oh there you are,” Jungkook comments when you walk into the same room from before, he notices your panicked state and chuckles, “relax, Tae put your things over there by the door. He put your clothes to wash too.” He nods his head in the direction of the laundry room, “You hungry?” He holds up a bowl of hot food.

“Thank you..” You softly whisper while going over to sit at the table, your mouth waters at the sight of hot food, another luxury you couldn’t afford in this world after leaving your uncle’s home to go to Busan.

Jungkook eyes you appreciatively in his clothes as he sets the food down in front of you, “Glad to see they fit.” He comments, “You can start eating by the way, Tae’s gonna shower so it’ll be just us two til he gets back.” He lazily shrugs while sitting across from you.

He set out an array of side dishes like rice, kimchi, wood ear mushrooms and other stuff that looks really tasty. The two of you eat in silence with Jungkook humming occasionally at the taste or something like that. You don’t really want to talk much either so you’re grateful for the quietness between the two of you. The food is really amazing too, it fills your ravenous hunger you’ve had for the past week since running out of granola bars.

“So,” Jungkook leans back in his chair, “Tae says you’re a part of a group huh?” He tilts his head, “Kinda explains the shot gun n shit. Loads of ammo too.” He picks up a piece of meat and shoves it into his mouth.

“Yeah..” You mumble, “I was just scavenging, had to cross through the building n yeah that’s how me and Tae ran into each other—or more like him saving me.”

Jungkook nods, “Okay… so why don’t you tell me the real truth? No bullshitting either sweetheart, we’ve been here for how many years and never have we ever seen or heard of a group past that building or on our side.” He smirks, “C’mon, tell me. I don’t bite.”

You stare at him in awe and realization that you’ve been caught, “Fuck okay,” you sigh heavily, “Originally I was staying with my uncle in the outskirts of Suwon after the whole apocalypse happened, for years now I’ve been believing my parents are still alive and out there, problem is out there is literally all the way down in Busan,” you see him perk up at the mention of Busan, “so I’ve been walking ever since trying to get there to find them, they’re farmers, if they’re out there they’re probably still in the old farmhouse I grew up in.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” he nods, “I’m fuckin’ impressed you made it this far, shit not even me who was stranded Ulsan when this all happened.” He shakes his head, “Guess we all got something that keeps up goin’ huh.” He leans back in his chair with a hum.

You stare down at your food, “Yeah..” You whisper softly.

The silence is broken when Taehyung comes out of the hall, towel in his hair and a pair of low hanging sweats clinging over his hips as he whistles, “Looks good,” he says to Jungkook while taking a seat next to him, it’s only then you fully see that he’s not wearing a shirt at all. You turn your head slightly in embarrassment as Taehyung laughs, “What? Something on my face?”

“No you idiot, obviously someone you fucking just met wouldn’t wanna see you half naked ‘n shit you pervert.” Jungkook elbows his friend.

“I’m not though,” Taehyung snorts, “I’m sure she’s seen worse than this,” he shoots you a wink to which you hunch your shoulders together sheepishly.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “So did basic etiquette also fly out the window when the apocalypse happened or what?” Taehyung doesn’t reply anything because he’s too busy stuffing his face, Jungkook’s eyes land back on you and he sits up, “You look sleepy, you can take my room if you want I’ll sleep here,” he nods, “and before you panic I’ll take your backpack to you too.” He smirks.

You slump in your seat with a sigh, “Thanks..”

“No need.” Jungkook curtly replies and gets up as he brings your backpack over, “Follow me.” He treads down the hall with your things flung over his broad shoulder.

“G’Night pretty,” Taehyung grins with a wicked glint in his eyes as he looks at you up and down, “very fuckin’ pretty..” He chuckles quietly and goes back to eating.

You shiver, and not in the good way either. You follow Jungkook into another room, he’s already setting your things down and bringing out pillows, “I usually sleep without one but here’s some I had in my closet,” he sets them down, “not that there’s much to steal but please don’t take my shit. I trust you.” He gives you a firm pat, squeezing your waist as he slips by you.

“Thank..you..?” You turn to watch him.

“Yeah, yeah no funny business. Night sweetheart.” He lets the door slip shut quietly.

The first thing you do is lock it, making sure the door is jammed before you take one of his chairs he had and press it right up against the knob. When you feel like no one can enter you finally slip into the comfy bed, groaning in relief as your sore body slumps into the sheets. It’s been so long since you’ve had a proper bed to lay in. You roll around before curling over a pillow and hugging it tight to your chest.

Your tired eyes slip shut and you fall asleep comfortably for the first time in ages.

+

You pry your eyes open when a beam of sunlight hits you across your face. At first you’re confused and disoriented but then everything that happened to you yesterday comes down as you recap quickly. You slowly sit up with a loud yawn, looking around the room in daze. Everything is as you left it, and the chair is still propped up against the door.

“Time is it..” You mutter and look around. You find a clock on the wall and squint your eyes to read the time. “Oh,” it’s noon. You shuffle out of bed despite your limbs protesting as you look around for your things, you had an extra change of clothes in your backpack anyways so getting your old clothes was not a issue.

The weather as of lately has been pretty bipolar, hot or breezy so you never knew what to expect. You figured it was springtime anyways. You dressed in a loose white flower printed camisole, another pair of brown shorts over black tights and managed to slip your boots back on.

“Alright,” you bring out your map and check the streets etc, “took me here..so now we go this way,” you mutter quietly while reading the map. You had made sure to catch the name of the building before entering last night. That way it would be easier when leaving. “Okay.” You smile and fold the map back up.

You step out of the room with your belongings on your back, treading down the hall quietly as you come across Taehyung and Jungkook setting the table, “Oh you’re awake.” Jungkook says as his eyes drop to your hands where you’re clutching the straps of your backpack.

Taehyung pauses and turns to look too, “Oh…” He trails off, visibly upset that you’re already going. “ ‘s pretty dangerous out there.” He comments with a blank look.

“I’ll find a way.” You reply curtly, “I appreciate you guys letting me stay the night but I really have to go now. Thank you.” You bow in appreciation, Jungkook doesn’t say anything and instead Taehyung makes his way over to stand in front of you.

“At least stay for breakfast yeah? C’mon there’s no harm in that.” Taehyung pleads while setting a bowl down on the table, “Plus, why would you even wanna go? Those things are still out there, they’ll tear you apart the first chance they get. Just stay, yeah?” It’s no longer, stay for breakfast, rather Taehyung is now openly begging you to stay.

Your breath hitches when you see his hand come up to touch your shoulder, you jerk away and take a step back, “I’m leaving Taehyung, thank you from the bottom of my heart but I’ll be fine.” You say firmly while stepping past him.

Jungkook calmly stands there with his arms over his chest, he looks down at you and hums, “You’re not leaving sweetheart,” he calmly says, “why don’t you get that backpack off and sit down so we can all eat together.”

When it becomes apparent they have no intention of letting you leave you snap, “Get away from me!” You shove Jungkook as hard as you possibly can, watching him stumble out of shock as you duck past him and slam the front door open.

“y/n get back here!” Taehyung yells out.

You don’t waste another second and run down to the exit, kicking the door open and heading down the street towards the way you were supposed to go. Adrenaline kicks in like never before as you whip your head back occasionally to see if they’re following. You’re pretty far when you notice Jungkook and Taehyung exiting out the building looking both ways before they see you and start running.

��Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whisper while jumping over fallen things and rocks.

They’re yelling a bunch of shit that you don’t care about, your main focus is to get the hell away from them. You duck into a building, taking note that it’s a mall as you manage to run up the escalator. “She went in here!” Taehyung says not far behind.

You hear their heavy footsteps as they run up the steps too. You see a rack sitting there so you throw it down and keep pushing forward. Jungkook curses loudly while he and Tae push through the mess on the ground. You see a clothing shop with a half-closed metal overhead door as you fall to the ground and slip under it to the other side.

The crawlspace was small enough for you, you’re confident Taehyung and Jungkook were going to have to pry it open (if they even could) to follow you. “Shit,” you hear Taehyung, “she went through here.”

“Move.” Jungkook reaches to yank at the door.

Your eyes widen in horror when you hear the door creak, showing signs that it would in fact be opening up more. You run to the back of the store, barreling in as you look around for a exit only to find that you’re in a simple storage room. There was no other exit, the mall in fact must not even have those backroom exits.

Your eyes tear up as you shakily back up into the wall with no other choice but to bring out your shotgun and aim it at the door. You hear nothing but your fast breathing and pounding heart in your ears. Any moment now… Your finger curled over the trigger as you bounced your knee in anticipation.

A beat passes before the door suddenly slams open, hitting the wall full force as Jungkook comes barreling in. You jump in absolute fear, aiming blindly as you pull the trigger. “Oh shit!” Taehyung yells, he doesn’t bother entering the room at first as he ducks to the side of the doorway after the bullet grazes the wall next to the doorway.

Jungkook yells something you can’t really make out through the ringing in your ears from the deafening noise. He wrestles the shotgun out of your hands, tossing it to the corner far away from you both. “Hey, hey,” he loudly curses, “calm down will you?!” He grunts.

Taehyung slips into the room and comes over to pin you down, “Shh, shh, we’re here now y/n,” he says as he leans down to nose along your shoulder and neck, “ ‘s safe with us.” He whispers in his deep baritone voice.

The fear combined with the stress (and adrenaline) of the situation sends you into a full blown panic attack. Your vision begins getting spotty and you feel like you’re on the verge of passing out. Probably from how malnourished you were given that the past few weeks you’ve been surviving on one granola bar every week.

You yell and twist around, loud sobs pouring from your lips as you thrash endlessly. “N-No! Please! Let me go,” you hiccup through your tears, “stop it,” the fight begins slowly draining out of you. They coo and murmur deceivingly sweet things in your ear, their hands roam all over your body while you lay there limp. “P..lease..” You quietly plead one last time before the world around you begins to fade.

“I’ve got you baby, don’t you worry. Never gonna let you outta my sight,” Taehyung whispers, “....s.afe..with us.” You manage to hear right before losing consciousness.

+

5 months later..

Everyday waking up felt more like a chore and the only time you ever found yourself looking forward to something was going to sleep. Sleeping was like some sort of escape from reality where you would find yourself dreaming of the day you reunite with your parents. Another dream you frequently had was you being back at your uncle’s farm living day by day in utter peace surrounded by the people you loved.

It was a pretty memory that would be ruined the moment you woke up to find either Taehyung or Jungkook over you.

They were like animals, they had no self control and acted like a bunch of hormonal teens around you. Taehyung especially, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off nor his pants on. You lost track of the days inbetween sleeping or them fucking you like no tommorrow. Waking up sore between your legs or with cum dripping from your gaping pussy was a familiar feeling.

Taehyung was the more shameless one between the two. He’d fuck you almost every chance he got with his hands never straying from your body for more than two minutes whenever he was around you. He kept you chained in his room by the ankle on his bed wearing nothing but his shirt and those bear printed panties you came to hate. They were ruined the minute he’d lay with you, hand stuffed deep inside and his long slender fingers buried knuckle deep in your soaked pussy.

You hated that your body responded very well to his touches, hell you’d even slick up to the sound of him entering the room with the amount of times he fucked you or had his hands on you. Taehyung’s mouth was even filthier with the amount of shit he said in that husky tone whenever he had you pinned under him—knees pressed to your shoulders as he folded you in half and punched his cock deep inside your bruised cunt.

“Just needed a cock in you pretty, didn’t you,” he’d whisper while grinding his hips in slow circles with his cock rubbing up against every crevice of your pussy, his balls pressed tight against your ass as low squelching noises filled the quiet bedroom.

Jungkook was used to the sounds of the headboard banging or bed creaking against the wooden floor. He’d lay awake in his own room with a hand wrapped tight against his cock while he listened to you cry and mewl in pleasure. Other times he’d walk into the room just to see Taehyung balls deep in you with your legs spread wide and a string of white creaminess sticking to Taehyung’s pelvis and cock whenever he pulled out of your messy pussy.

At the moment you were curled into your side, balling up under the warm sheets as you tried to find more sleep. After a few more minutes of tossing and turning you begrudgingly accepted that you weren’t going to be getting any more sleep. Your puffy eyes cracked open as you stared over at the window. The curtains were closed but from the tiny corner you could see that it was night time already.

Taehyung and Jungkook had yet to come back, they said something about getting some things they needed from the mall. A tiny part of you wished they wouldn’t come back though. Maybe they’d be ambushed by those things and eaten alive (your biggest fantasy was them getting their cocks ripped off for what they’ve done to you). You could only dream, you sigh wistfully.

You sit up in bed and look around the dark room, there’s nothing much to do so you end up doodling in your sketchbook for a bit before laying back down just dreading the arrival of your captors. They get back around midnight, a little over an hour after you had woken up. Your eyes are slipped shut as you try to fall back asleep, and right when your body and mind both shut down the door is opened.

Taehyung comes in silently, humming under his breath as he sets some bags down on the ground. You don’t pay much attention, just curling into yourself with closed eyes while he goes about with whatever the hell he’s doing. The sound of Taehyung unbuckling his belt is enough to have your pussy throbbing, already slicking up for what’s about to come. He shuffles around and slips his shirt off, and then his pants.

The bed dips low and creaks under his weight when he climbs in next to you. You squeeze your eyes tight and try to breathe normally. Taehyung’s hand falls on your thigh and rubs over the soft skin slowly, each time going higher and higher until he’s playing with the waistband of your underwear. Your skin prickles all over with goosebumps as he quietly laughs under his breath.

“Look so pretty like this,” he mumbles while leaning in to hide his face in your neck, “bet your little pussy’s all wet for me too..” He dips his fingers in and slides them through your chubby folds, “Fuckin’ soaked—got you waiting for this cock huh?” He circles his fingers over your wet clit, “C’mon pretty, open up for me. Know you’re awake,” he rasps out and rubs faster.

You breathily sigh and fall into the bed pliantly while he plays with your clit between his long slender fingers. Taehyung slips his fingers between your dewy sticky folds, going right over your greedy hole. It clenches around nothing and you wait with a bated breath for him to slip them inside.

“Hear that baby?” Taehyung whispers as his lips slide over your neck and suck on a particular spot, “Messy little thing you are,” he comments while pressing his crotch over your ass and letting you feel the hard print of his swelling cock from inside his boxers, “don’t worry though—not gonna be empty for long, gonna fill you up and give it to you real good pretty.” He rasps out.

He rolls his hips in the tiniest of circles, letting out deep sighs and grunts while he plays with your pussy with one hand and the other grips your ass cheek. He squeezes the doughy cheek and pulls it apart to expose your puckered hole, “Gonna fuck you here too one day,” he rolls his hips more insistently, “gonna make all your pretty holes mine.”

You bite back a mewl when his thumb flicks over your clit in rapid sweeping motions, it has you grinding into his hand and simultaneously pushing back on his hard cock. You feel it slot between your cheeks—hot and throbbing—as it slides over the rim of your asshole. You weakly clench down on nothing, pussy pathetically spewing more slick and dribbling between your silky folds.

“One day,” he mutters, “not now.” Taehyung reaches up to steady you by the hip. You hear shuffling in the back as Taehyung kicks his boxers off, letting the dampened material fall to the ground. His hands are on you in a heartbeat, he racks the oversized shirt you’re wearing up around your waist and tugs at your panties with two fingers. “Open a little wider for me pretty—there you go, that’s it.” He purrs.

Taehyung wraps a hand around the back of your knee and holds it up as he lifts your leg into the air. You bite your lip and turn your face into the pillow to hide in, “Keep it up here for me,” he murmurs while letting go.

You can hear him fist his cock from behind you as he takes his cock and slaps it over your folds repeatedly. “Fuck,” he sighs almost dreamily while positioning the mushroomy tip at your clenched hole, “relax n let me in baby, good girl.” He murmurs while kicking his hips forward and pushing his cock into you.

Your lips part in a small ‘o’, no noise escaping as he fills you inch for inch with his heavy fat cock. This spooning position does nothing but make you aware just how big his cock is, you feel fucking stuffed and full of him with the rim of your pussy stretching a bit painfully to accommodate him. Taehyung releases a low growl and shoves himself into you impatiently. His hips smack against your ass with a loud squelch.

“Shit…” He sighs out like he’s relieved to be buried deep inside you, he shifts around and presses himself closer to you. You feel him drape himself over your back with his face buried in the junction of your neck and shoulder. He breathes your scent in and moans quietly while circling his hips slowly, cock shifting from side to side inside of you.

“God you feel so good,” he whispers as his hand grips your hip tight, “don’t think I’ll ever get used to fuckin’ this pussy.” He moans once more and presses in.

You double over and fist the pillow you’re laying on tightly, you can feel his hot thick balls press snug against your ass with each grind and thrust. Taehyung’s busy sucking marks into the back of your neck, he rolls his hips smoothly and occasionally bottoms out and presses into you deeply. His cock reemerges drenched in copious amounts of slick, the noise it makes is filthy as he pushes in deep.

“Shit, like that.” He moves faster, humping into you in quick little rolls as your cheeks smack against his pelvis repeatedly.

Your mouth opens and you quietly pant into the hot pillow, ears burning when you hear the squelching and the sound of his balls connecting to your ass from where they swing. Taehyung moans into your ear and slips his hand down your front to spread your pussy apart in a ‘V’ shape, “C’mon baby, play with yourself.” He huffs.

Most likely if you don’t do it he will so you slip your hand down and circle your clit with your fingers. You rub in circular motions, matching the speed of his thrusts. You can’t help the strangled moan that you let out because he pairs this with perfectly aimed thrusts, cockhead brushing over your g-spot repeatedly. The noises you held in begin spilling from your lips, you whimper and whine quietly while laying three fingers over your clit and rubbing side to side quickly.

“You gonna cum baby?” Taehyung gasps, “Can feel you getting tighter,” he grunts while smacking his hips into yours harder.

You throw your head back on his shoulder and gasp loudly when his cock bumps into your cervix. It hurts but the pain blends easily with the pleasure. Taehyung digs his fingernails into your side and tightly holds on to you while fucking into your pussy harshly. The slapping noises fill the entire room, the sheets shift and the bed rocks into the wall from the force of his thrusts.

“W-Wait,” you gasp breathlessly while your pussy squeezes tight, “fuck—Tae-hyung..!” A garbled cry escapes your lips as your pussy floods wetly, you cum with a high pitched cry while burying your face into his pillow—body shaking like a newborn lamb.

Taehyung hisses and quickly rolls his hips, driving his swollen cock into you over and over again like it’s the last time. He lands a tiny slap over your pussy causing you to cry out in oversensitivity. “Oh shit,” he gasps and slams into you three times before coming to a stop and riding the rest of his orgasm out with tiny grinds. He milks his cock out with a long sigh, pressing in to make sure none of it slips out.

You’re left laying there panting harshly while he warms his cock with your cunt. Only when his cock softens does he let it slip out with a nasty squelch. You can feel a sticky trail of slick and cum bubble between your folds, a small string still connected to his flaccid cock. “So messy,” he mutters while rolling out of bed to bring back a towel.

You stare at the wall with disoriented eyes and a wet ass/pussy.

The very next morning over breakfast Taehyung tells you about a surprise he has for you. You’re suspicious as hell but go along with it and wait patiently for him to give you his “gift”. Nothing good ever comes from him so you’re pretty sure this gift is something more for them than it is for you. When he pulls it out you mentally sigh, proven right.

“Aren’t these pretty?” Taehyung grins while showing off the pretty dresses, “I found ‘em in that store from last time and thought they’d look good on you.” He licks his lips, “Try ‘em on.” He’s not asking, he’s telling you.

You begrudgingly change into one, noting how short it is given that it ends right under your ass. You stand there and let out a deep sigh, “This is the worst..” You mutter while fixing the straps.

“You comin’ out yet pretty?” Taehyung calls out.

“Fucking hell, can’t you wait.” You angrily tug the dress down and unlock the door, “I’m going.” You roll your eyes and walk out of the hallway and to them.

Their eyes naturally shift lower, staring shamelessly as they lick their lips hungrily. “Fits like a glove.” Jungkook nods, “Do a little spin for me sweetheart,” he sits back and man spreads on the couch, “slowly.” His eyes drop down to your exposed thighs.

You slowly turn in a circle stopping when they ask you to. Taehyung whistles lowly while Jungkook hums in appreciation, “Maybe these pretty little dresses are the only thing you should wear around the house, makes you look like a pretty little housewife.” He chuckles.

“She does, doesn't she? If it were up to me she’d be my little housewife walking around with nothin’ underneath leaking with cum and a pussy stuffed full.” Taehyung’s eyes stay glued to your tits where they push against the dress, smushed together from how tight that area was.

“Pretty little thing was made for it.” Jungkook nods with a low hum. You’ve never felt less human.

That night, Jungkook brings you to his room and has you slip on another one of the dresses Taehyung got you. Except this one literally leaves your entire ass hanging out no matter how much you tug on it. It’s a silky dress embroidered with lace and frills, you know you’re not going to stand a chance. He’s already looking at you like he wants to eat you, he lays there with an arm behind his head on the bed, just ogling you in appreciation as you change.

It’s over the moment you turn around. Jungkook quite literally throws you on the bed and pins you down under his hard, heavy body. He wastes no time in pushing the dress up and pinning you with your knees touching your shoulders. His pace is frantic and hard, thighs smacking and balls smacking into you as he fucks like a madman.

The bed violently hits the wall and creaks loudly under the weight of you two. He really has you crying and screaming in pleasure from how rough he was with you. His own grunts and moans rising in volume to match yours. He fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you, each time hurting a little more from how sensitive you were. Your cunt’s rubbed raw, glistening with precum mixed with your slick as a ring of white forms around the base of Jungkook’s cock. Some of his creamy cum drips down between your ass cheeks and on to the rim of your puckered hole. It splatters a little when his balls collide with your ass, staining both him and the bed sheets.

The room’s hot, it stinks with sex as Jungkook fucks you over and over again on the bed. You mewl shakily and kick your dangling feet in the air when he rolls you two over the edge of the bed, your head hangs as he buries himself deep in your pussy and grinds in quick motions. Jungkook has either arm beside your head, caging you in as he watches your expressions with hooded eyes.

“Fuck.” Jungkook bites his lip and moves faster, “Look so goddamn perfect, gonna have this little cunt bred by the end of the night. You’d like that wouldn’t you baby—to be stuffed with my cum dripping?” He breathlessly asks, brow pinched in concentration as he rolls his hips.

When you don’t answer he lands a smack across your ass, tightly squeezing it in his hand afterwards. You mewl quietly and nod, “Answer me baby, wanna hear it from your sweet little lips.” He growls and lands another smack.

You hiccup and sob softly, “Y-Yes..! W-Wanna you to fill me up.” Your toes curl as you shudder when his cock hits your g-spot. All this movement and your head hanging quickly has you recoiling in dizziness as he jostles you.

Jungkook moves his hands and falls into you with your chest pressed to his. He wraps his hands around both of your ass cheeks and grips them tightly while pumping his cock in and out of you. Your thighs tremble in anticipation, cunt greedily swallowing him as low wet smacking noises begin to grow louder.

“Gonna cum sweetheart,” he rasps out with sweat dripping from his brow, “shit—so fuckin’ tight.” He shudders while leaning into you.

Your arms shakily wrap around his shoulders as you hug him tightly, sobbing when his pelvis glides over your clit and traps the sensitive bud between you and him. He fucks in quick thrusts, cock punching in and out of your creamy pussy. You lay there whining quietly as he uses you to get off. His moans turn breathier and quiet until he stops and goes silent.

His cock throbs and twitches, hot cum painting your pussy white as he empties himself in you. Jungkook lets out a ragged groan as he finally stops coming, he tiredly lays himself over you and pants, swallowing quietly as he tries to catch his breath. You didn’t cum again but you’re fine, it would have hurt anyway.

“Shit.” He mumbles as he rolls off of you lays side by side, staring up at the ceiling with his wet cock hanging out all bare without a single care in the world. You shakily roll to your side and curl up.

You knew these damn dresses were gonna be trouble..

+

Something’s off…very off.

For almost a week now you’ve been getting sick and throwing up meal after meal, maybe they were poisoning and finally putting you out of your misery. You wished.. You were sleeping way more than usual and everything just hurt more, even sex—not that it didn’t hurt before but suddenly your clit was too rubbed raw to touch and penetration was starting to hurt and ache? Something was very wrong and they knew it too.

“You think it’s the food?” Taehyung asks while sitting at the table with you and Jungkook, they often talk like you aren’t even there at times. “Or like maybe it’s the flu or something, been finding the window left open at night, could be that she got some air.”

Jungkook eyes you in worry, “I don’t think so Tae, she barely even has anything in her stomach to begin with and she keeps puking her guts out.” He sighs deeply, “y/n baby, how long has this been going on for hm? Weeks?”

You shrug and stare down at the hot food on your plate, “I dunno, not really hungry though.. Just wanna sleep.”

Taehyung frowns, “You need to eat something, wait—maybe she’s on her period or something and it’s probably hitting her really hard. Are you?” He turns to look at you as he waits patiently for your answer.

You open your mouth to say no but then sit there in shock, period.. When was the last time you even had one? Your heart begins pounding as you try to think back to your last cycle, sure you didn’t think about it too often but still it was something you kept track of so things didn’t get super messy in the middle of your travels. They call your name three times before you finally look up at them.

“I haven’t gotten a period.” You whispered, “Last I remember was I think a month ago, wait no I think two..” You begin shaking in your seat, this means one thing for sure.. You look up at them, they’re both sporting surprised looks but Taehyung’s face quickly morphs into one of excitement and happiness.

“So that means..” Taehyung grins, “ ‘s my baby,” he proudly claims, “must’ve knocked her up real good.” He chuckles quietly, dodging Jungkook’s hit, “What?? She’s the one who sleeps in my bed more than you! You’re just jealous it’s not your baby.” He smirks.

Jungkook sighs, “Tae, maybe instead of being so happy about knocking her up worry about her fuckin health.” He glares before turning to you with a soft look, “C’mere sweetheart, let’s get you something for your stomach yeah?” He stands and goes over to guide you into the kitchen, “Tae, run out and bring some pregnancy tests!”

“On it!”

You’re numb the entire time Jungkook talks to you about different meal options, his hand never leaves your waist and he occasionally strokes his thumb over your tummy. How could they be so happy knowing the circumstances behind the baby—or rather this parasite inside of you. Just thinking about the thing made you sicker, and quite frankly more angrier.

“Baby?” Jungkook looks at you in confusion, “I asked if you wanted to have some broth with crackers, it’ll be light on your stomach and will do good for the baby.” Baby… You looked down at your stomach and stared at it, so that’s where the little shit was. “Baby?” He cups your face in his hands.

“Anything is fine,” you mutter, “doesn’t matter now anyways, ‘m basically an incubator.” You glare.

Jungkook ignores your little aggressive comment, “Don’t be like that, ‘s not good for you or the baby. Gotta make sure you’re well fed mama,” he mumbles as he brings you closer, “gotta be a good mama for the baby alright?” He cups your tummy.

You feel frustration bubble up, “I don’t want this fucking parasite in me,” you seethe, “I didn’t ask to be pregnant, I didn’t ask for any of this! I would have been perfectly fine in Busan with my parents if you or Taehyung hadn’t bothered me!” You yell angrily, “Baby this, baby that—what about me?! I’m a human being! This is my life we’re talking about!” You shove his hands off of you.

Jungkook’s jaw clenches, “You’re just cranky and moody, understandable sweetheart,” he reaches over to grip you by the throat, “but let’s not get too over your head yeah? Is this all because of Busan? Throwin’ a fit like a goddamn child?” He glares.

“Yes! Exactly that Jungkook, I was doing so fucking fine before YOU or Taehyung.” Your eyes well with tears, “A-And now-now, I can’t even see my parents anymore because I’m stuck here everyday inside of a small ass apartment chained like a goddamn circus animal waiting to be used!” You sob hysterically, everything you’ve held in at this point just erupting.

You hate that he gives you a sympathetic look, he brings you into his arms and you’re too weak to fight against him, “Oh baby,” he rocks you side to side, “when will you understand that your place is with us, we keep you SAFE. We feed you don’t we? We protect you? What more are you asking for?” He says softly like he’s talking to a child or something.

“I-I want to see my mom and dad,” you hiccup, “wanna g-go to Busan ‘n make sure they’re alive ‘n healthy. Please!” You paw at his arms and cling to him like a child, “Please ‘s the only thing I’ll ever ask for!”

Jungkook stares down at you while you cry and beg, he gently rubs his hand over your back and hums, “I’ll talk to Tae about it,” he pulls back to look down at you, “but you have to take care of yourself for the baby’s sake.” He calmly says, “No ifs or buts, if you don’t we’re not going anywhere.”

You bite back the protest sitting on the tip of your tongue, “...Okay..” You mutter.

“Good girl,” Jungkook grins and ruffles your hair, “now go sit down, I’ll call you when the soup is ready.” He ushers you out.

Taehyung and Jungkook spend the entire night talking about it, you can hear them from the bedroom where you sit in pure excitement and hope. Jungkook argues that maybe it’s time to find a new settlement out there, he says something along the lines that raising the baby in the countryside is far better as the infected are less likely to populate rural areas. Taehyung argues that they’re fine altogether given the endless supplies nearby and the running water and electricity they have.

“Jungkook you’re not understanding, I’m gonna be a dad now and I can’t be having y/n walk for almost two months straight in this state. She won’t make it,” Taehyung sighs, “she’s fine here, safe and sound where she has water and heat to keep her warm at night.”

Jungkook releases a heavier sigh, “Tae, there’s a high risk of raiders and you know it. What if we’re out getting supplies one day and someone finds her and the baby? Then what? Or how about when the baby gets here you wanna keep them inside these four small ass walls for the rest of their lives? Is that what you think is best for the baby?”

You sit with a bated breath, waiting for Taehyung’s reply. You’re fucked if he says no, because Jungkook will NOT go anywhere unless Taehyung comes with. You feel your heart twist bitterly as you stare down at your hands, if Taehyung says no you really think you’ll resort to murder just to escape..

“Fine. We’ll go but if it’s far worse we’re heading straight back got it?” Taehyung grunts, “Can’t believe I’m agreeing to this shit.” He mutters while heading out to the patio.

You smile widely and lay back with your head turned to the window, admiring the bright moon, “Soon..” You quietly whisper to yourself.

Please wait for me..

+

The three of you set out one crisp Autumn morning, you almost forgot what the outside looked like given that you were only given the luxury of the windows in the apartment. Jungkook and Taehyung keep you close with a hand around your waist or wrapped around your own in a tight hold.

“Gotta cross that bridge to catch the highway that leads us into the countryside roads to Busan,” Jungkook says while reading the map, “from there I think we should be good and just keep walking straight.” He sighs as he folds the map back up.

Taehyung hums in acknowledgment as he reaches over to slip his arm around your waist and tug you close, “You good baby?” He asks softly, “Don’t want you overworking yourself.” He leans down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You nod while looking around the area, “I’m fine, wanna go now.” You tug at his hand and follow after Jungkook. They try to make conversation with you but you’re fully locked in on one thing: Busan.

It takes up almost a day to make it to the bridge and get on the highway, luckily those things aren’t out in the open so the walk is much easier and stress free. You pass the time by admiring the plant life around you and remembering what once was when you come across clothing shops and closed restaurants.

The wind blows the flowy dress you’re wearing, you would have preferred something like jeans or whatever but they swapped out almost all of your clothes for dresses. You liked them and they were cute and all but this was something you would have liked to wear for yourself back at home and not for them.

“Look,” Taehyung stops in his tracks to bring you over to the bridge railing, “kinda looks nice yeah?” He smiles as the wind blows through his hair.

The three of you stand together watching the water below calmly moving in one direction, birds fly high over your heads and into the pink-ish sunset. You smile to yourself and nod, “I like it. Super nice.”

Jungkook leans his head over your shoulder and hums, “Pretty like you.” He comments to which you ignore. The three of you stay a little longer before Jungkook pats you gently on the back, “Alright, time to go. Gotta find somewhere before sundown.” He warns and takes your hand in his, leading you away from the peaceful sight.

You insist to them you’re more than fine walking through the dark with them but Taehyung’s absolutely not having it. He gives you one glare and you’re left to sulk in the dark quietly, begrudgingly following the two into a spot for the night somewhere off the road in the overgrown grass. Jungkook makes sure the area is clear before he lays out your sleeping bags on the ground.

“Calm down, Busan ain’t going nowhere sweetheart,” Jungkook comments when he sees how uneasy you are, “here lay down.” He pulls you in and tucks you into the warm sleeping bag, “All this walking won’t be any good on you,” he leaves the ‘or the baby’ out given your feelings about the pregnancy, “gotta have you well rested.” He mumbles and leans down to press a gentle kiss over your lips.

You stare at him with an incredulous look, you rather keep walking day and night if meant getting away from them two and reaching your parents quicker. Any more of this and you’re going to lose it, you grumble quietly and snuggle into the sleeping bag turned away from them. “Night.” You curtly reply.

“G’night pretty.”

.

Sleep comes fairly easy but you’re still a bit uncomfortable from laying on the cold hard ground. You spent at least a good hour tossing and turning before sleep took over and sent you into a state of peace. Though by now you knew that peace was never an option, not with these two on your ass half the time.

Your eyes flutter open in confusion, you take in your surroundings for a few seconds before realizing you’re flat on your back. You note the familiar weight sitting on top of you and the slick noises down below. “Hn?” You try to make out who it is but it’s difficult with their face buried in your neck.

“Awake pretty?” Taehyung whispers into your ear, “Was wondering when you were gonna wake up.” He runs his tongue over the shell of your ear with a low moan, “Sorry baby, couldn’t resist seeing you so pretty in the dresses we got you.” He slurs out, you notice he has a hand stuffed between the two of you with his heavy cock in his hand, “Had to have you,” he breathes out while laying his pelvis flat against yours, “feel that? You did that.”

His cock’s all slicked up and hot as it presses against your inner thigh. There’s no use in fighting back as you let your thighs fall open to accommodate him. Taehyung makes a pleased noise as he grinds his cock over your clothed pussy. It bumps and nudges against you which in turn makes your clit throb with excitement. You huff quietly and angle your hips low to see if his cock will bump into your clit again.

Taehyung’s cock slips and slides over your cunt, you begin to grow annoyed and reach down to shove your panties down. He eagerly helps you slide them off with the material getting stuck around your ankle. When he goes to spread you open with his fingers, you let out a pained cry and shove at his hand weakly. Your clit and hole were more sore than you thought.

“What is it baby?” He asks with worry etched onto his face.

You shake your head, “Hurts,” you reply softly and move his hand away, “don’t like it, it hurts.”

Taehyung moves his hand away from your cunt, “Won’t touch you there then baby,” he murmurs while kissing your lips as an apology.

You huff quietly and wiggle around with a pissy glare, “And now my back hurts too.” You shove at his chest and grumble, “Off, off.” Taehyung doesn’t budge, instead he lets you roll over on to your side to alleviate the pressure. Your eyes snap over to him when you feel his cock slip between your thighs.

“Shh..gonna use your pretty little thighs sweetheart.” Taehyung whispers as he rolls his hips slowly. You let your head drop back to the pillow with an annoyed huff, his cock occasionally brushes over your clit from where it sits snug against your pussy. Doesn’t hurt but it bothers you.

He quietly moans and pants under his breath while using your thighs to get off. His leaky cock leaves trails of pearly white cum smeared over your thighs and cunt. Some of it even gets your cheeks wet, making the heat you’re feeling more unbearable. “Can’t wait till you’re bigger pretty,” he whispers, “gonna look so good full of our baby.”

His hips snap upwards when he says that, “ ‘s like you were made to be bred,” he growls and reaches down to slip a hand into your dress, fondling and squeezing your tit in his hand, “got such pretty tits, look at ‘em,” he grunts while slapping one, “can’t wait till they’re leaking with milk.”

You shudder in disgust at the thought, you already felt like you weren’t in your own body, him talking about its upcoming changes has you gagging. You choose to ignore anything related to the pregnancy, closing your eyes and trying to block out his words.

“Oh fuck,” he shudders, “gonna always keep you full and swollen—gonna breed you over and over again pretty.” Taehyung rolls his hips faster and faster until he stops with a shaky sigh, cum shooting out in white ropes over you and the sleeping bag. He stays still for a few seconds before pulling his spent cock from between your thighs.

Great, he ruined your sleeping bag.

.

The air around you is hot despite the season being autumn. You trudge along behind Jungkook while toying with the sleeves of your hoodie which has long been discarded and tied around your waist. Jungkook says it’s only a matter of days before you’re all in Busan. You’re just relieved the gruesome trip is finally coming to an end and you probably won’t have to see them ever again.

Dealing with both Taehyung and Jungkook was slowly starting to work a nerve inside of you. As your pregnancy progressed so did the symptoms that came with it. Your back hurt like a bitch, your tits were sensitive, and your mood swings were very random. Everyday was a challenge with these two they just wouldn’t leave you alone and in peace. Not to mention the thing inside of you, it was the main source of all your headaches and morning sickness.

“There’s a gas station up ahead,” Taehyung points, “let’s head there to take a break, yeah? My fuckin’ feet are killing me.” He groans while adjusting his hold on the rifle in his hands. “And don’t start with me y/n, we all need a fucking break,” he shoots you a warning glance.

You kick a nearby rock and glare back, “I wasn’t going to say anything.” It comes out more snappier than usual, something about today just had every nerve in your body sending you into overdrive.

Taehyung shoots you a look, “You don’t have to, I can already feel you complaining about why we have to stop.” He mutters, “All you’ve done since we left Daegu. Not all of us wanna walk till the fucking sun starts to set.”

You whip around to give him a piece of your mind when Jungkook tugs you over to his side, “Tae,” Jungkook gives him a silent look before he turns his attention to you, “I just wanna rest in peace, so please let’s just keep our thoughts to ourselves and keep it moving. Fighting isn’t gonna get us there faster either.”

“Well maybe picking fights with a pregnant person isn’t so bright either.” You spit out angrily while walking faster.

Taehyung scoffs, “Oh so now you’re pulling the pregnant card? After all this time acting like the baby doesn’t even exist to you, I see you.”

You whip around and stop walking, “Because it doesn’t! This fucking parasite inside of me doesn’t exist to me and it never will. I never wanted it in the first place and now I’m stuck with it in MY body, so maybe that explains why I fuckin’ hate it and don’t talk about it!” You hiss.

The silence is deafening. Jungkook doesn’t seem so shocked you lashed out but Taehyung absolutely looks livid with the way you talked about the baby. You don’t care, if anything you’re smug because at least he knows you hate the thing. “If it were up to me,” you speak lowly, “I would have gotten rid of it the moment I found out.”

And with that you stomp off towards the gas station. “y/n! y/n get back here!” Taehyung yells but Jungkook says something along the lines of ‘let her be’. You huff angrily and throw the door open to the station, it’s dark and dusty as hell in there but you’re too angry to really care. “Who the fuck does he think he is?” You mutter while looking around for something edible, preferably chocolate.

As you’re looking up and down the aisles you hear a quiet thud. You briefly look up with a pinched look, “Probably one of those idiots.” You mutter quietly while going back to looking for candy. The noise gets louder and once again interrupts your search, “What the fuck.” You sigh in annoyance and look over at the backroom.

The door suddenly slams open and a mangled body comes barreling out, screeching loudly while flailing around and knocking things over. Your eyes widen and you drop the candy bar you had in your hands, “Oh shit.” You make a run for the door, head whipping back to see the zombie launch itself from the other side to you, its hands outstretched and swinging wildly.

“Jungkook! Taehyung!” You fall through the door and crawl away desperately as the thing wraps its hand around your ankle to yank you back, “Help me!” You sob and desperately kick at the thing.

Taehyung aims the rifle and shoots without hesitation, it takes at least two shots to keep the thing down. “Fuck are you okay?” Taehyung runs over to pull you up into his arms, “Did it bite you? Are you hurt?” He paws all over and inspects your body for any bites or wounds.

“I-I’m okay.” You quietly whisper and look back at the store, “I-I don’t know if t-there’s more in there.” A tiny sob bubbles up as you hide your face in his chest and grip his shirt tightly.

Taehyung looks over at Jungkook and silently nods, “Hey you’re okay, look at me,” he cups your face, “you’re fine, ‘s nothing we already got rid of it.” He whispers while brushing your hair out of your face. You weakly nod and stay close by while Jungkook checks for any more infected inside of the station.

Taehyung’s practically glued to you after that, and not that you want him close by but in a way he helps calm you down. Jungkook had quickly gathered food and water before the three of you set back out. The walk was silent save for the sounds of birds chirping and crickets hiding in the tall grass. Everything just feels so unreal right now as you still process your near death experience.

“I think we have to go that way,” Jungkook quietly says, “leads to the countryside—you said your parents lived away from the city right?” He says and stops in his tracks to look at you.

“Yeah.” You look at the map in his hands. “If I’m right we only have a good hour to go, farm’s not that far from here. I recognized the road cause my dad used to take me through here whenever we were going into the city.” You say while reading one of the familiar road signs.

Jungkook nods, “Lead the way then.”

The three of you walk through the dirt, passing by big farms and bus stations that definitely make you reminisce. You haven’t been here in so long it feels weird, you would have loved to come when things didn’t hit the fan and everything went into chaos. You can’t hide the anticipation on your face, it was practically eating at you.

Taehyung notices this because he reaches for your hand and holds it tight, “Any closer?”

“Yeah.” Your heart pounds in your chest, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. You’re not so sure you’re prepared for what’s about to come. If your parents aren’t there—no, they are, you’re so sure of it. Something tells you they’re fine. You’re so excited you nearly barf.

You come to a stop when the three of you reach the wooden gate entrance, Jungkook is quick to open the latch and push the gate open. “y/n,” Jungkook calls out in surprise because you immediately start heading to the house. You ignore them and their calls, stumbling over your feet as you make your way to your home. Your eyes get watery from the swirl of emotions you’re feeling.

‘I did it.’ You run on to the porch and push the door open, “Mom! Dad! It’s me!” You call out loudly while heading into the living room, “Mom?” You look around frantically. Everything in the house looks untouched, the windows are open as the white curtains flutter with the wind. You feel your heart drop a few times here and there but you’re more excited than anything.

“Mom! Dad!” You head into another room and look around frantically. Nothing is out of place and the house looks well taken care of, so where were your parents? You take a seat on a chair, ignoring the sounds of Jungkook and Taehyung entering the house. Where were they..? You begin to tear up.

You catch a small white envelope sitting in the corner of the table. You reach over and your eyes widen when you see that it was addressed to you. With frantic hands you tear it open and begin reading, eager to find out where your parents could be. As you’re reading Taehyung comes into the room and leans over your shoulder with a curious look. You don’t even reprimand him for reading something that doesn’t concern him.

“..I knew you would come looking for us, it’s in your nature to be stubborn as hell like your mama,” Taehyung reads out loud as Jungkook pauses whatever the hell he was looking at, “we didn’t think you would be content with staying put, and if for whatever reason you find yourself here we’re gone. We’re safe if you must know, we’ve left to a settlement with others where we hopefully can rebuild the life we once had. When you’re ready come to us, you’ve made it this far kiddo I don’t think you’ll have trouble getting to us. For now rest, I assume you’re tired, we left the animals in the barn with food that is most likely gone by now, there’s preserved foods in the bunker below that we’ve been harvesting. Hope to see you soon,” Taehyung finishes.

Your hands shake as you read the date below—you were a week late.

“I guess that’s that.” Jungkook sighs.

“Farm doesn’t look so bad, I think we can run it, don't you think Kook?” Taehyung grins, “We can raise the baby out here without a worry, can even take some horses down to the nearby town when we need to.” He leans down to kiss your neck, “What do you say pretty?..”

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Everything hurts—your spine, your back, your feet—you can’t stand it. The baby is bigger and it weighs down on your hips horribly. Some days you pretend it isn’t there but other days are harder given the sheer size of your belly and that thing kicking you.

With an annoyed huff you rip the blankets off of your body and get up with a low pained moan. You support your back with one hand while carefully walking across the wooden floor towards the front door. The cold metal bites into your ankle unforgivingly but you’re used to it already. You thought things would be different here but you guess you were wrong.

“Fuck,” you hiss when the baby kicks you in the rib, “just you fuckin’ wait you little shit,” you mutter while standing on the front porch watching Taehyung and Jungkook tend to the farm around.

Jungkook wipes the sweat off his brow and turns to smile at you, “Something wrong sweetheart?” He calls out.

Taehyung shoots you a grin, “Baby already bothering you pretty?” You want to reply ‘been bothering me’ so bad but you hold your tongue. Taehyung’s eyes drop down to the dress you’re wearing as he whistles lowly, “Well don’t you look pretty?” He smirks as he runs his tongue over his lip.

You find yourself staring at them—one day, you’ll find a way to leave even if you have to fight tooth and nail. You suppose the parasite inside of you can come if it’s not already out yet, or hell maybe you’ll leave it with them who knows.

But one thing is for sure: you were leaving one way or another.

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A Father's Nightmare

Request: Hi!!!! 

OMG I am obsessed with Twisters!!!!!! 

I was wondering if I could please request a Tyler Owens x daughter reader where Tyler and his daughter are at a rodeo and a tornado happens but they get separated so Tyler isn’t able to find the reader until after the storm. 

maybe the reader is like 5 or so?

totally your choice and it is no pressure and feel free to change anything 

thank you

Pairings: Tyler Owens x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, tornadoes, cursing

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When Tyler found out he was having a child he was ecstatic and when you arrived, he was even more ecstatic. The team loved you and were surprised that Tyler actually had a child but took you in with open arms. Your mother was never in the picture since it was a one-night stand with your father and when she told him she was having you, he stayed with her and when you were born, she took off. Tyler was devastated but he had you and that was perfectly alright with him. If you ask him, he would say that you two were better off without her and that you're the most important thing to him and nothing was going to change that even if he dated other women besides your mom, then again you were too young to know who your mother was anyways.

When the team went chasing you usually stayed in the van with Dexter and Dani. Most of the time you were with your dad in his truck with Boone while not chasing. You loved the chasing of the storms always had and always will. You had been through so many states probably more than any kid your age and you loved it. Each time you got a souvenir from the state either from your dad, the team, or everyone. Your room back at your home was full and it just kept growing especially thanks to your dad that knew how to make more storage. 

Currently you are heading to Oklahoma. You had a passenger with you, a reporter from London, Ben is his name and you liked him especially his accent. You loved listening to him talk. “Dad?” You asked from your booster seat.

“Yes, Sweetie?” He asked looking in the rear-view mirror.

“I'm hungry.” You said and he chuckled.

“Uncle Boone has some snacks for you.” He said and you lit up and Boone smiled as he pulled out Goldfish and turned around to give them to you.

“There you go my favorite Owens.” He said 

“I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.” Tyler said and Boone chuckled and turned to him as you watched them as they bickered.

“I mean, Tyler. C'mon on man. You're handsome but you can't beat that cuteness back there.” Boone said and Tyler knew he couldn't argue with that.

“You're right. Nobody can compete with that.” He said looking at you through the rear-view mirror as you watched him and munched on your Goldfish and offered some to Ben who gladly and politely took what you were offering to him. 

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By the time you had arrived at a gas station in Oklahoma you were fast asleep. Tyler didn't want to move you or wake you but you needed to be transferred to the RV. So, after he met the crowd and got them hyped up, he went over to you and carefully and skillfully got you out of the truck and transferred to the RV and now it was time to go chasing. You only woke up when you started moving and noticed you were in the car with Dexter. “Dex?” You asked and he briefly turned to look at you.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He said and turned back to the road.

“Daddy?” You asked 

“He's in the truck in front of us.” He said and satisfied with that answer you went back to doing your own thing. Your own thing was looking around at the scenery and the tornado up ahead and you got really excited. Your eyes widened in excitement and you loved every second of it. When the chase was over everyone was parking and celebrating and your dad held you and paid attention to you.

Throughout the days you were there you hardly rode with your dad for safety reasons. Whenever you weren't chasing you were in your dad’s arms just being with him. You got stares but he ignored them and had his attention on you and only on you. One tornado tore through a town and instead of chasing like your dad had planned you were heading to town to help people out. As he was helping the town out, he stuck you with Dexter who was handing out food and dealing with merchandise by the RV. You had a clear view of your dad and some lady. You watched him intently and could tell they were arguing and that made you upset but didn't say anything. After you were done there, everyone was heading back to the motel. Once everyone was settled in and became dark out Tyler got word of a rodeo and decided to take you there along with the girl he was talking to “Come here, Sweetie.” He said picking up.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he walked towards his truck. 

“We're going to a rodeo.” He said as he opened the truck.

“A rodeo?” You asked confused but excited. 

“Yup, a rodeo.” He said starting to buckle you in. 

“Are there going to be horses there?” You asked excitedly and he chuckled. Ever since you were little horses have always excited you. 

“Yup there are going to be horses there.” He confirmed.

“Yay!” You said as he finished buckling you. He smiled and kissed your forehead and then got in the front seat.

“We need to make a stop first.” He said and you nodded at him as he took off driving. It wasn't that far until he was pulling into a spot and then quickly got you out. “Hold my hand.” He said and you nodded latching onto it. You didn't say anything as you walked up stairs to a door and he knocked. “Hi.” He said and the woman looked at him.

“Hi.” She said and then she noticed you.

“This is my daughter, Y/N.” He said “Y/N this is Kate.” He added and you looked at her and became insanely shy and zoned out on the conversation at hand. Next thing you knew you were being picked up and carried. You kept staring at Kate as you walked to the truck and he buckled you in. It wasn't a very far drive to the rodeo and you were silent. “Sorry she gets shy.” He said.

“You don't need to apologize. I get it.” Kate said as he parked the truck. He got out and then got you out.

“Hold my hand, remember.” He said and you nodded.

“Ok, Daddy.” You said quietly and grabbed his hand. The three of you walked into the grounds. “Daddy, I'm hungry.” You said as he looked down at you.

“Alright, we'll get you something. Anything you want?” He asked 

“Surprise me.” You said giggling.

“Anything for my girl.” He said and Kate looked at the two of you smiling. Tyler got something for you and a drink and then you were heading to find seats. You found them and sat mainly on his lap but had moved over to his side. The rodeo started and you were in awe as you ate. Kate and Tyler talked and you tuned them and every now and then excitedly got your dad's attention.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!” You said and he looked at a beautiful horse.

“I see, Sweetie. He's beautiful.” He said and you nodded as he watched your eyes light up. When the bull riding came up and a friend of your dad's signaled to him, he saw you and waved at you and you excitedly waved back. You snuggled into your dad still intently watching and food having been eaten. The barrel racing started and you were so excited it was your favorite. That was going on for a while and then the wind started to pick up, you knew what that meant and looked at your dad who looked at you and then Kate. 

“Are you tracking anything out here?” She asked and when he didn't reply she knew her answer. Suddenly everyone's phones started to go off and the overhead speakers were going off. As the thunder and lightning lit up the sky you saw the tornado and got really scared.

“Daddy.” You whined and he could hear how scared you were in your voice. 

“It's going to be ok. Stay close to us.” He said and you nodded and then chaos erupted and everyone was rushing to take cover. You were carried down the steps and set on the ground. You grabbed your dad's hand but your little legs couldn't keep up. 

“Daddy!” You yelled out but didn't hear him over the chaos. You stood frozen and started to cry. 

“Hey, you ok?” A couple asked and you recognized them as the ones that sat behind you on the bleachers.

“I lost my daddy.” You said as the woman picked you up. 

“He was sitting in front of us, right?” Her husband asked and you nodded. 

“Yea.” You said 

“Ok, ok. We're going to keep calm and take shelter and we'll find him afterwards.” She said and you nodded and buried your head into her shoulder. The three of you took shelter and now it was time to ride the tornado out. You were shaking and freaking out. The woman and man comforted you but you really wanted your dad.

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Tyler and Kate moved together. “Stay with me.” He said “Y/N?” He asked not feeling the weight of your hand in his and that made him look down and he froze. You weren't with him.

“Tyler!” Kate said as she felt him stop.

“Y/N! Y/N is not here!” He panicked and that made her go rigid.

“Oh shit!” She shouted over the commotion and she didn't know what to do. As he started to shout your name and look around.

“We need to find her!” He said and started to backtrack but she stopped him.

“I want to find her too but right now safety is the key right now. Let's get to safety. Maybe someone took her to safety.” She said as she was urging him to move. 

“If she ends up being hurt or worse. I will never forgive you.” He said and started to move and it hurt Kate to hear that but she understood it. They got most of everyone to safety inside a pool including a mother and child and that just made Tyler 10x more anxious he needed and wanted to find you. For the first time since the first tornado, he witnessed he was terrified. 

The tornado seemed to last forever but it was only a few minutes and it was over. He uncovered Kate and then stood up and the search for you began. He was quick to get out of the pool and started to look for you. He was calling out your name but got nothing back and that scared him. He was close to tears in fact he knew some slipped out. “Y/N!” He yelled out starting to lift debris and hoping you weren't under there but knew he had to check. 

“Tyler!” Dani yelled and he turned to look at her.

“Y/N is missing. Please help me.” He pleaded and she nodded.

“Ok ok. Let's keep calm. I'll get the others to help. We'll find her.” She said and he nodded. She took off from him and he resumed his search. He started towards the fairgrounds. 

“Y/N!” He yelled out looking under debris and people that were hurt. He asked people if they had seen you and showed a picture of you and they shook their heads. He sent a pain throughout his chest; he was close to giving up but knew he had to find you if he didn’t, he would never forgive himself or Kate since she made him leave you. As he was yelling out your name and looking through the wreckage, he was becoming pissed at Kate for making him leave you. Who knew where you were, you could be hurt and scared or wish dead, he wasn’t going to think about the second one though he would be lost without you. “Y/N!” He yelled in a desperate tone. He could faintly hear the others calling out your name too. He was about to look in another place when a voice, your voice caught his attention.

“Daddy!” You yelled out and he straightened up and looked around trying to find the source, if there was one.

“Y/N!” He yelled your name again and waited to hear you call back again hoping his ears weren’t playing tricks on him. 

“Daddy!” You yelled out and again and he was rushing to the sound tripping over stuff along the way. “Daddy!” Your voice carried to him. He was close.

“Y/N if you can hear my voice, come to me Baby Girl!” He yelled out and sure enough you did and you were accompanied by two people, a husband and wife he assumed.

“Daddy!” You yelled and he kneeled down as you ran into his arms throwing your arms around his neck and he hugged you tightly. Tyler started to cry and he was never going to deny that. Almost losing you was the scariest part of his life. 

“Oh, thank goodness. You're alive. I was so worried.” He said burying his head into your neck. You started to cry as well. “I should've just picked you up when we started evacuating.” He said as the couple came up to him. He looked up at them with tears in his eyes “Thank you. Thank you so much. How can I repay you?” He asked and they shook their heads.

“No need. We were able to get your little girl back to you. Seeing you happy is all you need to repay us with.” The man said and Tyler nodded as he stood up with you in his arms and you clung to him and buried your head into his neck. 

“She's a really sweet girl.” The woman said and he smiled and nodded while sniffling. 

“She really is.” He let out a watery laugh. “I would be lost without her.” He said.

“Well now you're both safe and reunited. We can rest easy knowing so.” The man said and all three of them smiled. Tyler shook their hands and you, him, and the couple took off. He started walking back towards the group. 

“Y/N!” You heard Boone's voice and looked over his way but went back to hiding in your father's neck.

“Thank goodness you found her.” Dexter said as everyone came to the two of you.

“Yea a couple had her and made sure she was safe.” Tyler said, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I think after this we will take some time off. I need some time with my girl.” He said and everyone nodded.

“That sounds like a good plan.” Lily said of course they would feel sad about it but they understood it since Tyler was close to losing you. 

“Let's go head in for the night.” He said and everyone agreed. Tyler took you to the truck that somehow managed to survive, and buckled you. Everyone else rode together; they knew he needed time with you. When the two of you arrived back to the motel, he was quickly shutting the engine off and scooping you up. Without a word he carried you to the room and opened the door and shut it and turned around getting ready to grab your pajamas.

“Daddy.” You said and he was quick to turn and face you.

“Yes, Baby Girl?” He asked, kneeling in front of you. 

“I love you.” You said and he smiled as tears sprang to his eyes.

“I love you too, Baby.” He said hugging you and you hugged him back. After a minute he pulled away and the both of you got ready for bed. He laid down and you snuggled underneath him. Tonight was a scary night and he almost lost you but you were safe and unharmed with him now and that's all that matters. Once he knew you were sound asleep, he let himself fall asleep. As he was drifting off, he whispered “I'll always protect you as long as you let me.” and then laid a kiss to your forehead which caused you to snuggle into him more. Tyler finally fell asleep with you safe in his arms. He would deal with everything tomorrow but right now he just wanted to be with you and only. 

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Don’t Distract Me // Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie had promised he would meet you after DnD to study for the upcoming exams but when he leaves you waiting in the rain, what will he do to make it up to you?

A/N: I just had to write for Eddie again, ok? My obsession will never die.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, oral (f receiving), sexual distractions, rough sex, teasing, creampie, pet names, praise kink, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, edging, Eddie likes to play games (yes this is a warning lol)

Words: 4.1k

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Eddie had promised that the two of you could study, with emphasis on the study and not trying to spend his time distracting you with his skilful fingers. This particular example was how most of the study sessions had ended, with neither of you wearing clothes and textbooks forgotten about in your bag. Today, however, you had made him promise that it was strictly studying you’d both be doing and nothing more, especially with the stress of exams over the next couple of weeks.

He thankfully agreed without any teasing or suggestive comments. “It’s DnD tonight but I could always meet you at my place at 8? I should be back by then and you can tell me all about Janet Austen or whoever it is”.

“It’s Jane Austen and you know it”, you replied whilst rolling your eyes as he grinned before kissing your cheek.

So here you were, bag bouncing from your shoulder as you trekked through the woods surrounding the trailer park where Eddie lived. Glancing to the sky, you were weary of the darkening clouds and thunder rumbling in the distance, hoping that you could get to his before the impending storm arrived.

You were not in luck though as not even 5 minutes had passed before the heavens opened and rain soaked you to the bone. Even worse was that ignorance had meant that you’d not worn a coat so by the time you could see Eddie’s trailer, your teeth were chattering as you shivered uncontrollably.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. SHIT! Please be home, please be home”, you chanted to yourself, noticing that Eddie’s van wasn’t there and neither was his Uncles. Racing across the last few steps to the trailer's front porch, you banged loudly against the metal door. “Eddie? Mr Munson, are you there?”

Droplets of rain were continuing to pour over your body as the direction of wind was blowing in your direction so even under the safety of the porch, you were still being drenched. You shouted in anger, slamming the door one more time as no one answered, dropping your school bag onto the floor and wrapping your arms around yourself to try and keep somewhat warm.

“Hurry up Eddie”, you whispered to yourself, glancing to the other trailers, specifically Max’s and see if there was anyone home but all lights were off. You thought about going home but that meant walking another 15 minutes in the rain and you’d hope that Eddie would have been back by then, especially as it was now definitely past 8 o’clock. Turning back towards Eddie’s home, you began to wander around the trailer, praying that there was an open window as the thunder continued to crash in the sky and the pattering of rain against the outside of the trailer.

You gasped in relief as you walked around the back of the home, seeing Eddie’s bedroom window was open, something you always told him not to do in case of thieves but for once, you were glad he didn’t listen. Due to the window being high than anticipated and Eddie’s music memorabilia on the inside of the window, it was awkward to try and climb in. You were silently thankful that there was no one around to see you try and break into the home as well, not needing to deal with the police right now.

Once inside, you sighed in relief, rushing to the bathroom and finding a clean towel and drying your face before returning to Eddie’s bedroom. There you began to strip off your soaked clothing, discarding it on the floor to clean up in a second but needing to be dry, continuing to rub the towel across your now nude body.

Eddie’s foot was pressing firmly against the drive pedal of his van, eyes widely glancing at his watch whilst sucking desperately on his smoke to try and calm his nerves. He was late. More than late and as the rain continued to pour, he knew you were probably drenched and cold and he’d been panicking the entire drive home. As his home was finally in view, his instant relief quickly turned to worry once more as he couldn’t see you. Parking the car and jumping out, he noticed that your bag was lying on the floor by the porch door.

Assuming you had used that door to get in, he unlocked the front door and entered the living room, noticing the light in his bedroom was on. “Sweetheart?”, he shouted out, dropping your wet bag onto the floor and walking towards his room.

You’d been drying your legs when you could suddenly hear Eddie’s metal music blaring from his van as he pulled up. Freezing on the spot, you looked down at your completely naked body and panicked. For some reason unbeknown to you, you decided rather than quickly shout that you were getting changed, you jumped into his bed, pulling his sheet up to your chin just as he walked through the front door.

“Sweetheart? Sorry, I’m late, I had to drop Henderson home”, he trailed off as he swung on the door frame into the room, expecting you anywhere but in his bed.

“Um, I can explain”, your face warmed as you held the sheet tightly against your chin, eyes wide at being caught.

Eddie fully stepped into the room, his mouth opening and closing as his brown puppy-dog eyes flicked over your sheet-covered body. “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I think I will just enjoy it for a moment”, his tone sounded like he was in awe, even though he couldn’t see your naked body and had seen it many times before.

Rolling your eyes at him, you held the sheet tighter to try and keep the chill-out, deciding to replace your embarrassment by turning the attention back onto him. “You’re late Eddie! You were supposed to be here half an hour ago but instead, you left me waiting in the rain for you!”.

You tried to keep your voice stern but it didn’t seem like Eddie was listening as he shrugged off his leather jacket, revealing his hellfire shirt from DnD night and kicked off his sneakers. Your heart began to pound as he slowly stepped forward, his eyes never leaving yours for a second as he began to crawl up the bed, over your body until his face hovered over yours. Eddie’s soft hair shadowed his face and tickled your cheeks as you could just make out the perfect smirk that revealed his cheek dimples.

“You aren’t listening to me”, you say accusingly, still not moving from your defensive stance with the sheet. “Eddie you’re lucky I didn’t kick your precious guitar climbing through your window!”

This seemed to finally snap him out of his lustful gaze as his eyebrows furrowed. “Window? Didn’t you use the key?”

“What key?”

Eddie’s confusion continued as he explained, “The key that I told you about last week that’s under the seat on the porch.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, “you didn’t tell me about that!”

Once again, it seemed that Eddie had returned to not listening to you, already distracted by the exposed skin of your neck as he bent his elbows slightly, dropping down to nuzzle his entire face into it. He began by rubbing his nose against it, smelling your natural body scent that he loved so much but then decided he needed to taste it. His lips gently pecked against the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder before his sharp teeth teased the area with little nips before licking the stinging area. “Didn’t I?” Eddie asked against your throat, sounding the least bit interested in the conversation as he continued to distract you from your annoyance.

Your eyes had closed as soon as you’d felt his lips but feeling the vibrations of his voice against your body, you tried to snap out of it. Releasing the sheet and letting it settle over your shoulders, you pushed on both of his shoulders. “Eddie, you left me outside, freezing to death, even my underwear were soaked-”. You were cut off from your rant by his lips crashing into yours.

Your eyes closed instantly on instinct, your body melting into the touch, all tension easing from your muscles. A moan formed at the back of your throat as his mouth moved against yours, his hair tickling your forehead and cheeks as you kissed him back just as desperately.

As Eddie’s tongue stroked across your lips, teasing for access, your hands moved from his shoulders into his hair, pulling so he moved closer, nose squishing into your cheek. It was always this easy to distract you and Eddie damn well knew it. Almost as if you were addicted to him, the way his body felt against yours, the smell of cheap aftershave and cigarette, the taste from his tongue as it danced with yours.

Your conscious whispered that you were weak for falling for him so quickly, he’d left you outside in the rain and you both really should study.

So, with great difficulty, you tugged back his hair, forcing his face away from yours, the two of you desperately breathing heavily as he looked at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Eddie, we really need to study-”. You were trying to talk some sense into the both of you but he was quick to lower his head to your neck, sucking on your pulse point that instantly had your back arching, your chest rubbing against his with the sheet just about managing to cover you.

As thunder continued to rumble outside, you once again attempted to put some space between you both as you grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks between your index finger and thumb and forcing him to look at you again. You were both continuing to catch your breath. “We need to study Munson”. For a split second, your eyes dropped from his beautiful orbs to his full lips, seeing them form into a smirk as he saw what caught your attention.

“Do we?” he asked, his voice low and mocking. His eyes were gleaming in the low bedroom light as he once again grinned so broadly that his dimples deepened. Even though he was so incredibly handsome at that moment, it also put you on edge knowing he was up to something. “Better get to it then”, he announced as he began to crawl backwards off of the bed.

To be truthful, you were disappointed that he’d given up so easily to study. Already you missed the warmth that had caged you into the bed, feeling his head through the sheet. But then Eddie did something you weren’t expecting as he lifted the bottom of the sheet that was by your feet and slide underneath it.

Sitting up quickly on your elbows, you explained, “Eddie! What are you doing?”

“What?”, Eddie responded in an innocent tone as his entire body disappeared beneath the sheet. You could feel him crawling up your legs, his clothing brushing against your bare skin and your core tightened and clenched as his big, rough hands gripped onto your thighs. Easily, he pushed them back, until your knees were nearing your chest and you did absolutely nothing to stop him. Seeing the outline of him drop in height as he settled on his stomach, his warm breath fanning across your already-soaked cunt. As Eddie’s hands squeezed on your legs, keeping them in position, he casually remarked, “I’m studying your anatomy”.

Eddie placed a single kiss on your pussy lips, and you could feel him smile against them as he could feel your juices already dripping there. You gasped at the sensation, tempted to lift up the barrier stopping you from watching but not being able to see him added to the tension.

Your arms weren’t able to support your weight anymore, collapsing back onto the mattress as Eddie’s tongue licked a single strip the length of your core, tasting you properly before pushing more firmly until he was teasing your clit. “Eddie!” you gasp, hand automatically reaching down and holding onto the lump in the sheet that was his head. Your hips moved in time with his tongue, back arching, toes curling and a steady stream of moans escaping your mouth as he pushed his tongue into your hole, twisting and turning.

It was one of the many things that Eddie prided himself in eating you out. You always joked that it was because he liked to talk so much that he was good at it but either way, you both could spend all day in this position if given the chance.

Eddie released your legs, but only so he could spread you open, giving his mouth better access to your clit. He pointed his tongue, flicking it across the sensitive nub before sucking it into his mouth and shaking his head. The stimulation had your moans increasing in volume, your cunt clenching around nothing, and your body incredibly warm with pleasure.

He moved between teasing your clit and filling your hole with his tongue, on occasions his hand would reach further up your body to tweak a nipple. It took almost no time at all before your tone turned into a more desperate one. “Eddie, baby, please don’t stop”.

Sometimes he liked to tease you, edging your orgasm until you were near to tears with need but thankfully today he didn’t stop and you came with a gush of juices for him to greedily drink down.

Your cunt was humming and throbbing from orgasming as Eddie sat up, pulling the sheet from off of both of you and away to the side. He grinned down from you, sweat coating his forehead causing his hair to stick to it but it didn’t seem to both him as he took in the beautiful sight before him.

Before you could reach for him, he was already standing off of the bed, “so what were you saying? Studying?” he casually continued the conversation from earlier.

“Huh?” you asked, hardly listening as you continued to come down from the high, eyes following him move around his bedroom as he looked for something.

Dropping to his knees, Eddie reached under the bed, rooting around for something until shouting, “Ah ha! Found it!” Triumphantly, he held up your literature textbook, showing you what he’d found before he stood, flicking through the pages before finding the chapter you were both supposed to be on. “Read it to me”, he instructed.

“What?” you ask, finally snapping out of the haze you were in, sitting up further onto your elbows to look at him better.

Eddie was grinning mischievously, effortlessly pulling his shirt over his head, revealing the tats on his arms and chest and the guitar pick necklace. “I said”, he continued, “read it to me”. Without waiting for a response, Eddie gripped one of your legs, tugging it over the other, turning your body until you were on your hands and knees. Then, he placed the textbook on the bed in front of you, still open on the relevant chapter.

You gaped at the textbook with a frown, “Do you really think I’m going to be able to read right now?”. Glancing over your shoulder, you watched as Eddie hastily kicked off his shoes, pants and boxers until he was completely nude, his cock throbbing in the air.

“You want to study, so let’s study”, he explains nonchalantly as he kneels on the bed, hands resting on your hips as he nods towards the textbook expectantly. “Continue on Sweetheart, I’m not touching you any further until you tell me about good ol’ Jane Austen.”

Your mouth dropped open to argue that you were going to do no such thing but he quickly cut off any forming words by thrusting his hips against yours. Even though he didn’t penetrate, feeling the slap of his body against yours,you gasped, attempting to roll your hips back against his but the grip on your hips tightened so that you couldn’t move.

“Eugh Fine!” you exclaim, pointing a finger towards the first sentence and began reading from the page. “The conflict between emotions and social imperatives in Austen’s novels- FUCK!” Your head dropped onto the book as Eddie’s cock breached your eagerly awaiting hole, stretching and filling, your cunt pulsing at the welcomed intrusion. However, you cursed again as he abruptly stopped, squeezing your hips in a warning.

“Continue on”, he instructed.

“Eddie, this feels somewhat disrespectful to the authors I’m talking about whilst we do this”, you say unsteadily, only half full of cock and already feeling desperate.

“Well… let’s just hope they aren’t listening in at the moment from wherever they’re resting. Now, please continue on Sweetheart”.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you lifted your head again, finger remaining on the line you were about to read and continued on. “Are symptomatic of a time when people were be-com-ing-”. It was difficult to continue as Eddie pushed his cock further into your cunt. You almost had to force your eyes to remain open to continue reading, your tongue feeling as heavy as lead with Eddie’s distracting movements.

As he fully inserted, you continued to read even though it took more concentration than you cared to admit. Especially as Eddie stroked a hand idly down your naked spine, causing you to shiver and pussy to clench harder around him, body heating further with need. Beginning to rock his hips, a few inches retracting out before being pushed in, you could feel every nerve in your cunt being stroked by his cock.

Eddie leaned further over your back so that he was kissing your bare shoulder. “Austen and other writers of her time were sometimes aware of the rather brittle state of their society”.

“Mmm. Well, nothing has changed there, has it?” he whispered against the shell of your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe. You pause at his words, actually surprised that he was actually listening to you.

For some reason, this made your cunt clench hard around him in arousal; the sensation caused him to deeply groan and drop his forehead against your shoulder. “Please keep going, Princess”, he pleaded, kneeling back to his full height, hands still on your hips, helping to keep you still so he had full control of the thrusts.

You needed him just as much as he needed you so instantly began to continue reading the literature textbook out loud for the two of you. As soon as you finished the first word, his hips were snapping against yours with firmer strokes. If he wasn’t holding onto your hips, you were sure to have landed face-first onto the bed.

Even though it was difficult to both talk and moan at the same time, you continued with a slight stutter to every other word, or simply missing the word completely to groan in pleasure. Trying to concentrate on talking and having Eddie fucking you was so confusing for your brain to process that it only meant that it was turning you on more as the overwhelming sensation to orgasm barrelled into your core.

Eddie sensed this and slowed down to a near standstill with his thrusts. You could almost hear his smirk as he teased, “Slowly baby, I’m not going anywhere. There’s still plenty of the chapter left before either of us is cumming”.

This seemed to set off alarm bells in your head, no way were you waiting until the end of the chapter to orgasm, there were still pages left. “Fuck this!” you shouted whilst slamming close the textbook and pushing it away from you across the bed.

“Hey Sweetheart, we weren’t done. I thought you wanted to study?” Eddie continues to mock, and you quickly realised that this was his plan. To get you as riled up as possible that you snapped and you were definitely at snapping point.

Crawling forward, Eddie’s cock slipped out of you as you turned to look at him, eyes full of lust and want. “Shut up ok? You fucking win Eddie”.

You half tackled him, planning to have just pushed him down onto the bed but you were so desperate for him that you both ended up tumbling onto the floor. This didn’t stop either of you, even though he was now laying on top of the cold, wet clothes you’d discarded earlier, as you straddled his hips, hands pushing down on his chest to keep him in place. You were only satisfied and released a happy sigh as you sat down on his cock, feeling that full sensation once more.

Eddie’s eyes looked almost black with how heated with lust he felt, his tongue swiping out to lick his bottom lip, hands hovering over your hips, watching the beautiful sight of you taking control for a moment.

Your ache and desperation to fuck him was one of his favourite sights and it was only on the rare occasion that he’d actually been able to rile you up this much. With rigorous actions, you began to ride his cock, hard and fast, hips slamming down onto his, feeling his tip colliding with your cervix with each movement. Eventually, you needed to feel more of him and leaned down, cupping his cheeks and kissing him passionately. Both of you moan into the messy kiss, tongue and teeth mixing together to assert dominance that he quickly won, his hands resting on the back of your head as his hips fucked in time with yours, meeting halfway.

Tugging your bottom lip away from your face with his teeth and then letting it snap back again, gave Eddie the opportunity to shout, “fuck, that feels so fucking good Princess”. You absolutely loved hearing Eddie praising you loudly, not caring who heard from the open window. Sitting back up, you stared down at him for a second before tipping your head back, arching your back and angling your hips slightly forward so his cock was thrusting into your g-spot repeatedly. Also in this position, it exposed your breasts further to him so without any hesitation, he sat up with an arm around your waist and sucked each of your nipples in turn, his tongue flat against the nubs before he teased with his teeth.

Your fingers stroked through his hair and then gripped a handful, holding him close to your chest, enjoying the little sparks of pain from his teeth mixed with the almost blinding pleasure in your cunt.

Eddie could hear your tone change, your grip tightening in both his hair and around his cock and he knew you were close but this time he wanted you to cum, he needed it in fact as he was close himself.

Releasing your nipple with a pop, he pleaded, “That’s it Sweetheart, cum for me, I know you’re close, I want you to cum, You’ve been so good for me”.

The praises were always said at the exact moment that you needed to hear them, your pussy clenching in response which only encouraged Eddie to fuck you harder.

“Fu-Fuck, Eddie feels so good!” Your head was still tipped back but your grip in his hair didn’t loosen as you came hard. Your walls clenched repeatedly around his hard length and it only took two more thrusts as he found his own orgasm, his cum coating your cunt, seeping out of the edges and dripping into his lap.

The two of you held onto one another, grips finally loosening as you both tried to catch your breaths, enjoying the after-sex glow.

Eddie moves first but it’s only to lay sweet kisses across your collarbones, moving further up, across your neck, jaw, cheek and then lips, mumbling against them, “Sorry for being late”.

You huff a laugh, stroking a finger against his cheek, moving a few strands of hair away so that you could see him more. “That’s ok, you’ve more than made it up to me”.

He smiled softly, kissing you gently once more before shivering as a gust of wind blew through the open window. “So, back to studying?” he joked as you rolled your eyes.

“Absolutely not, I’m starving”, you responded as your stomach made a rumbling sound that rivalled the thunder outside. 

“As my girl wishes”, he jokes whilst helping you both to untangle and stand, it takes an extra minute for you to get your bearings with your wobbly knees but then quickly rushed to the bathroom as cum dripped down your thighs. Eddie smirked at the sight, moving to his chest of draws to find some clothes for you both to wear and then clearing up the mess that had been made in his room, placing the wet clothes into his laundry basket and then finally placed the textbook back under his bed for another time.

[xx-dinah-writing-xx]

Hands grabbing my throat

Daemon Targaryen x niece!Targaryen reader

angst

The argument had begun with nothing more than an insult—a scathing comment from Daemon that cut her sharper than any blade. She wasn’t even sure how it had started anymore, the words between them blurring into shouts and accusations, the fire behind his eyes burning hotter with every breath.

“You think you’re so clever, so untouchable,” Daemon hissed, pacing in front of her like a predator circling prey. His voice was sharp, a thread of violence woven through every syllable. “But you’re nothing more than a little girl playing at power she doesn’t understand.”

Her chest rose and fell, her pulse pounding in her ears as she glared at him. “And you’re nothing but a man too fragile to accept that the world doesn’t revolve around him!”

Daemon stopped in his tracks, his violet eyes snapping to her with a cold, dangerous intensity. The room felt smaller all of a sudden, the air too thin.

“Say that again,” he growled.

She could have stopped. She could have backed down. But her temper flared hot in her veins, and her pride wouldn’t allow it. “You heard me,” she spat, her voice trembling despite her bravado. “You cannot stand that I don’t bow to your every word like the rest of the court. Is your masculine ego really so fragile, uncle?”

Something in him snapped. Daemon was on her in seconds, the space between them obliterated as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer until there was nothing but fire and fury between them. She gasped, her pulse spiking as she tried to pull back, but his grip was unrelenting.

“You little bitch,” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous, so close she could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. “If I had known you would grow into such a venomous creature, I would’ve fucked Rhaenyra instead.”

The words hit her like a slap. Her chest tightened, the air fleeing her lungs as his insult dug into her like a dagger.

Her lips parted before she could stop herself, her voice trembling but full of venom. “And yet here you are, uncle. Still a niece-fucker.”

The words hung in the air like a death knell. Daemon’s expression shifted, his eyes narrowing into something dark and unreadable. For a long, excruciating moment, he didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just stared at her, his silence heavier than his anger.

“You—” His voice came soft, almost a whisper, but she knew better than to mistake it for gentleness. “You truly have no idea what you’re doing.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, the earlier heat of her rage now replaced with something cold and terrible. She opened her mouth to respond, but Daemon cut her off, his hand releasing her wrist only to slam into the wall beside her head with a resounding crack. She flinched, her breath hitching as she stared up at him, her body rigid with fear.

“I have killed men for less than the insults you fling so carelessly,” he said, his tone eerily calm now. “Do you know that? Do you understand what it is you’ve provoked?”

“You won’t hurt me,” she whispered, though her voice shook as her body betrayed her.

Daemon’s lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl, his gaze unrelenting. “Don’t be so sure.”

Her back pressed harder against the stone wall, as if the cold might save her from the fire raging in him. He was too close, too unhinged, his fury and obsession swirling into something she couldn’t quite define. She had wanted this—wanted him.But now, standing in the eye of his storm, she realized how dangerous her game had been.

“You’re a monster,” she whispered, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. “You think you can control everything—me, Rhaenyra, this family—but you can’t.”

Daemon’s eyes flashed at the name, his jaw tightening. “Careful,” he warned, his voice like ice.

“No,” she pushed, though her voice was small. “You hate not being in control. You’re pathetic.”

His hand came to her chin suddenly, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to look at him. The touch wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t gentle either. “You play at strength,” Daemon murmured, his eyes scanning her face with an intensity that made her feel stripped bare. “But look at you now. Trembling like a leaf.”

She was trembling. Fear clawed its way up her spine, making her breath shaky, her skin cold. And yet beneath it all—beneath the terror and anger—there was still something else. Some pull she couldn’t name.

Her voice broke when she finally spoke. “You frighten me.”

Daemon’s hand fell away, and for the briefest moment, something flickered in his eyes—surprise, perhaps, or something darker still. He took a step back, though the space between them still felt suffocating.

“Good,” he said finally, his voice soft but sharp. “Perhaps now you’ll remember not to tempt fate.”

She sagged against the wall when he turned his back to her, her body still trembling, her breath ragged. She watched him move toward the door, his steps slow and deliberate, as though he were willing himself to leave.

“You’re still pathetic,” she whispered, though the words were quiet, more for herself than him.

Daemon paused at the door, his hand on the frame. “And you are still mine, whether you’ll admit it or not.”

She watched him leave, her heart thudding painfully in her chest as she slumped to the floor, pressing her palms against the cold stone.

For all the fire and rage, for all the fear he inspired in her, she could not deny the truth she’d known all along: she still wanted him.

But now she realized she might not survive him.

[rinalouu]

soul bound encounter

-> sum: a dangerous situation, may have turned out to be a soul changing encounter for y/n. maybe Bella's temper is good for something after all? -> pairing(s): paul lahote x mage! y/n -> warnings: mentions of Blood | let me know if there is anything else! -> i do not own twilight, just my personal plot and ideas. -> y/n = your name - n/n = nickname - h/c = hair color -> return to twilight masterlist here

If Y/n had one regret in her life, it would be not distracting Bella more from her insistent obsession of finding out why Jacob Black was ignoring her... Oh, how she wonders where she could be instead of outside Billy Black's house, pleading with her stubborn classmate, and best friend. 

"Bella! We really shouldn't be here..." Y/n muttered, wringing her hands anxiously as the girl in question slammed her car door shut, ignoring every plea she gave. Y/n huffed angrily, hurrying after Bella, rolling her eyes as the girl banged her fists upon the door of Billy Black, well at least she had some human decency. 

Billy opened the door, looking from Y/n to Bella, who only asked where Jake was. Billy gave Y/n a curious look as she gave him a nervous shake of her head.

"He's sick, Bella. I think it would be best if you come back another day. I can have him-" Billy began to explain before he was interrupted by a huff leaving Bella's lips as she stormed past Billy and began to investigate for herself.

"I tried to stop her...." Y/n sighed, gazing at her "uncle" in front of her, but before he could respond, her head whipped around as she caught a whiff of the pack. 

'Oh no...' She thought, immediately hearing the onslaught of angry thoughts from Bella. The angry Swan stormed past them again, and out of the house, straight to them, while Y/n followed her, hot on her trail.

"Bella! Please let's go home!!" She pleaded, but it was too late. Bella was truly beyond reason.

"What did you do to him?!" She screamed at Sam, making Y/n wince from the loudness of her voice as she warily examined Sam. He was as calm as ever. She glanced at Embry in annoyance as he laughed with two unfamiliar brunettes beside him. And then...

She was looking into the most gorgeous pair of brown eyes she had ever seen. It felt like she was in a trance, and a light spark inside herself was awakened. Is this what her mother meant when witches found their soulmates? As the two stared at each other, his friend on the left chuckled along with Embry, Y/n had no idea what was so funny but all that mattered to her right now was his eyes. She could stare at them forever, getting lost in the pools of chocolate he possessed... But, all good things come to an end for her. Bella continued her onslaught of screaming, breaking their trance.

"He didn't want this!" She yelled, and the guy Y/n was ogling over quickly grew tense.

"What did we do? What did he do, hm? What did he tell you?" He growled making me wince, knowing what might happen.

"Bella, please..." She grabbed onto the Swan's arm, only infuriating her more as she suddenly found herself being pushed down. Y/n yelped as she lost her footing, cutting her hand on a sharp rock on the ground.

" Ow..." She whimpered, cradling the injured limb as blood began to pool. This made pretty boy (a fitting name) even angrier at the sight of her bleeding. 

"How dare you touch her-" He growled, his whole body shaking even more. Y/n whimpered, examining the two as more and more red flags came to light of the pretty boy possibly shifting. Then Bella being Bella, interrupted him, not a great choice.

"Jacob tells me nothing because he's scared of you!" She screamed, making them laugh, which set the angry woman off even more. However, no one expected her to slap the pretty boy... Judging by how badly he was shaking, Y/n knew he'd shift.

"Oh shit!" She screamed, not fully knowing if this would end badly or not. She felt safe with the man in front of me, however rage and shifting don't mix, that is shifting 101. It startled Y/n to the point where she transformed into a little mouse. Bella screamed as she backed up from the growling male before she finally took notice of Y/n. Bella gulped, picking up the small (h/c) mouse and running toward the home.

"You know I hate mice N/n!" She growled. Y/n squeaked out at her angrily, however, Bella couldn't understand her. Given the circumstances, normally she would telepathically communicate with Bella, but she couldn't concentrate enough as her heart hammered in her tiny chest.

"Bella!" Jacob yelled coming into view from the house, jumping over the railing of the porch, he ran towards us, and the wolf who now replaced the pretty boy.

"Jake Run!" She screamed, still clutching Y/n to her chest.

He jumped over the two girls, shifting, freaking Bella out to the point she fell. Y/n quickly squirmed out of her grasp, shifting back into her human form. Fixing her frazzled hair, she glared at Bella.

"Look what you did!" Y/n cried, holding her injured hand to her chest as Bella helped her up.

Jacob and the guy we learned was named Paul (from Sam yelling at him) fought, eventually tumbling into the woods.

"Hey, take Bella and Y/n back to Emily's place," Sam muttered. She knew Sam, just not the others, well besides Embry, They grew up together. Y/n, Jacob, Embry, and Quill were iconic foursome when Y/n's family lived on the reserve. Her dad used to help the tribe with his shifting abilities, and he sorta was best friends with Sam and got to witness firsthand that the legends were true. 

Growing up on the reserve was the fondest memory she had, then her family moved away and the incident happened. Now Y/n was considered a fully-fledged Cullen, thanks to her mother's friendship with Esme and Carlisle. Living in a house full of vampires took some getting used to, but they were her family. 

This all brought her to the current moment of despair. Was despair the right word? She recalled the feeling when she looked into the eyes of Paul. Maybe Bella being a trouble maker finally did something right, but she didn't know. Oh, how Y/n wished she was with her family in Alaska.

"Guess the wolf's out of the bag..." Embry muttered, bringing Y/n out of her trance as she heaved a sigh, getting into the truck with Bella, Embry, and Jared.

"Why can't you stay out of trouble..." She groaned at Bella, who still looked fear-struck as Embry drove us to Emily's.

-> a/n | I hope everyone enjoyed!!! I did revamp this up a little from how it is posted on my old blog.. but I am super in love with this idea!! If you'd like to see a part two, please let me know!! And if you'd like to be added to the tag list!! :) -rina <-

[midnight1nk]

(gonna take a break from theories since the last episode didn't give much for me to add on and would have to wait until the next one. instead, i'm gonna give random episode concepts that i came up with.)

EPISODE CONCEPT #1

What if... the SMG4 kids switched parents for a day?

For context, I would love to see a Parent Trap-inspired episode centered around the SMG4 kids. (If you haven't seen the Disney movie, go ahead and check it out if you can). BTW, I edited this OG post to one I've rewritten which pretty much follows the same outline. Hope you all enjoy this new version!

Oh dear...

SMG4 and SMG3, they were always rivals since the start. Despite starting to be friends not so long ago, they would clash with their banter and their kitty-fighting. To the SMG4 Crew, it's become the norm and usually, they don't mean any real harm in the end. After all, it's hard to change habits.

This, though, may have gotten too far.

Eggdog and Beeg4 saw it themselves, peeking out the cafe and the Castle windows, respectively. They were standing in the middle of the Showgrounds, angry. They couldn't exactly hear what their dads were saying, but from what they could tell, they were shouting at each other. It even got physical as the two started shoving. Four shouted something, and Three was completely stunned by it until Three retaliated in return, silencing the Showgrounds for once.

The two stormed off separately, their faces reflecting hurt. But they can't show their partner that now, can they? 

Unknownst to them, Eggdog and Beeg saw it all. The two met outside and discussed about what happened. Anyone could tell they didn't mean the things they said, their escalating emotions clouded with reason. The kids knew they didn't hate each other. Even if they don't know exactly why their dads fought, they need to talk. The thing was: they were absolutely horrible at communicating.

Except when they realize they were in the wrong, Eggdog points out. He remembered when his Papa opened the cafe the first time and got upset when Four teased him for not being ready to run it. The two indeed reconciled afterward, Four admitting what he'd done.

Beeg agreed, he saw it himself. 

Back in... the 'perfect' incident, his Dad was obsessed with creating the perfect video, eventually getting possessed by the keyboard. Beeg stayed with him the whole time. He could never admit that he "loves" his dad out in the open like Eggdog, but Beeg still cared for Dad. He felt helpless getting Four away from the keyboard, the goo was terrifying. Then, Three came along and rescued Four, in more ways than one.

Beeg turned to Eggdog, who had a sparkle in his puppy eyes. What? N-no! Don't give me that face, my dad's annoying. That's it.

Eggdog didn't push it, his brother is just like his Papa when it comes to emotions. But Beeg agreed, their dads needed to talk. The kids just need some help. That's how they ended up on the front step of Uncle Mario's house.

Mario listened to the kids, the fight that transpired and their thoughts. After they finished, Mario agreed. Four and Three have their moments, just another Tuesday really, but this had to be fixed. After some thought, Mario has an idea. 

Mario: "Well, that's rare."

Anyway, this idea may just work but Mario would need the kids to stall for time. Beeg and Eggdog walked back home, when Eggdog proposed another idea. What if we switch places?

Beeg looked at him, confused.

Eggdog explains that they may be able to calm their own dads, but who knows how much their previous emotions will rise again just by catching sight of the other man. Think about it this way: they know their dads' schedules and habits, they can help avoid the other dad until the kids believe they've calmed down. There might even be a small chance that their presence could ease the tension. Besides, it would be a great opportunity to bond with their future "other dad".

Beeg admits that it's a good idea, and so it's decided.

Eggdog walked into the Castle, finding Four editing a video. From the looks of it, he looks slightly calmed down but still looks tense. Four turns around, surprised to see Eggdog walking in.

"Oh! Hey, Eggdog. What are you doing here? I thought you'd be in the café with..." Four's words trailed off, the name of a particular man came to mind. How can he not be bitter about what happened? "...him."

Eggdog simply lets out a happy bark, Just wanted to hang out with you.

As a meme guardian, Four understood what Eggdog said. It still left him confused for a second, Eggdog was usually close to Three. But Four shrugged.

SMG4: "Well... I guess you're welcome to stay if you want. I won't be doing much though."

Eggdog lets out another bark, this time of affirmation. He decided to sit on Four's bed, swaying his body side to side to the calm music that played on Four's record player.

Meanwhile, at a busy hour at the café, Three was running around giving out orders. Beeg comes in and hops onto the counter. After setting a customer's order down, Three finally notices Beeg.

SMG3: "Oi, Beeg SMG4, aren't you supposed to be with that idiot?"

Beeg lets out a neutral pufferfish noise, hmph. By all the memes, who knows what he meant by that. But it doesn't seem like he's going anywhere.

SMG3: "Ok, just... don't try to do anything stupid, you hear me?"

Beeg gets off the counter, pulling out a beach chair and sunglasses in the corner of the shop. This might take a while. Hey, Eggdog said to "keep an eye" on Three, not that he actually had to work. It was getting boring though.

Hours passed by and back in the castle, Eggdog was playing tea party with the plushies Four had in his chest. He notices how Four hasn't moved from his chair ever since Eggdog got here. He goes up to Four and nudges his head on Four's leg.

SMG4: [*snaps out of his bubble of work*] "Huh? Oh, do you need something?"

Eggdog barks, You should take a break.

Four looks back at his computer screen and back to Eggdog.

SMG4: "A little break wouldn't hurt."

He went ahead and saved his progress. Eggdog jumps in glee and leads the two of them to the kitchen. Four opened up the can of baked beans Eggdog asked for while he got himself a sandwich and a cup of coffee.

After taking a sip of his coffee, he looked down at his drink, swirling the caffeine as well as his thoughts. The fight he had with Three earlier, it was a mess. A stupid one. Four called Three selfish. And that Three didn't change. Four knew that wasn't true, but the words came out of his mouth. It was too late to take it back.

"Hey, man. You're in there... still? Alright, I'm just gonna leave this coffee by the door, if you want I guess."

His coffee made him remember something else.

IT'S GOTTA BE PERFECT, IT'S GOTTA BE PERFECT, İ̸͎T̶͜͠'̴͈̉S̵͎̋ ̵̪̎Ĝ̷͇O̴̪̿T̸̤͒T̷̘̾A̴̔͜ ̴̼̐B̶͍̄E̴̟͝ ̴͈̽P̴̼͆Ḛ̸͘R̸̲̓F̶͚̐E̴̡͘C̴̢̑T̶͈̀

He couldn't exactly remember much when he was possessed by the keyboard, especially this supposed livestream he had. Not even how he started one in the first place. Regardless, he heard all the people who came to check up on him outside the door. Including Three. Now that he thought about it, Three was the one who checked on him the most. It got to the point that Three sounded genuine. Worried.

Four took another sip. Three really did care about him, huh...

Finishing up, Four asked Eggdog if he wanted to join Four to the city downtown to check some things off from Four's to-do list for the day. Eggdog happily accepts. Things seem to start looking up.

The same couldn't be said for Three's state of mind right now. Going from the counter to the coffee machine to each table, he keeps getting distracted and messing orders up. Sure, he could tell a rude customer to stick it. But he really misses having Eggdog around. He did force Beeg to serve people. Though Beeg was reluctant, he strangely did what he was told. Not that Three complained or anything. And even then, it wasn't enough.

Three accidentally dropped a couple of dishes, causing a whole domino effect of complete chaos. Coffee spilled on every surface imaginable, plates were thrown into a thousand pieces. Due to the chaos, all the customers left the café, leaving Three and Beeg alone in deafening silence. 

Exhausted, Beeg lets out a pufferfish noise, Good riddance. That was when he noticed Three. Beeg couldn't see his face but the purple meme guardian was silent, slowly picking up one of the fallen chairs. Three slips out a shaking inhale. It clicks for Beeg.

Now, Beeg usually picks up a fight, especially with the other kids. 

Baths? Oh, hell no!!! 

Ice cream? You better give it to him or you will never see the light of day again. 

Other than that, he couldn't be bothered by anything. That doesn't mean he isn't aware of what's going on. Three was acted awfully similar to his Dad, having to put up a front to hold themselves together. Beeg supposed he understood Three, in one way or another.

Beeg isn't sure how to handle the situation so he tries picking up the cup that laid before Three. He was finally able to Three's face, his expression a mix of frustration and sadness. Mostly directed towards himself. It changed once he saw Beeg helping out. Three quickly wipes away a tear from the corner of his eye, the two share a nod, and clean the rest of the shop up.

On their way back from the city, Four was feeling a lot better than what happened earlier that day. Eggdog was truly a charming little fellow, Four could see how much Three loved his son. Still, there was one thing occupying his mind.

SMG4: "Um, Eggdog?" [*Eggdog turns in his direction, listening patiently*] "Your dad, well, SMG3 and I had a fight this morning. I've pushed it too far and I know I shouldn't have said those things to him. I just feel... awful. For everything. If your dad could let me, can I apologize?"

Eggdog does a happy jump, feeling so glad that Four would like to make amends and knowing Papa, he would forgive Four.

SMG4: "Thank you, Eggdog" [*kneels to give a quick hug to Eggdog before they head towards the cafe*]

Speaking of the café, Three and Beeg already finished up. Completely wiped out, the two sat at one of the tables.

SMG3: "Are you finally gonna tell me why you're here instead of Eggdog?"

Beeg shook his head, he promised Eggdog he wouldn't say anything.

SMG3: "Why did this have to happen?" [*pinches the bridge of his nose*] "Eggdog isn't here, my customers are gone. Well, unlike some people, I manage my cafe, my streaming schedule. My life. And you had the audacity to pull an all-nighter for a shitpost? Goddammit, Four, why couldn't you just..."

He stopped himself, realizing he was talking to Beeg and not Four.

SMG3: "Sorry."

Beeg gave a small nod, It's okay.

SMG3: "SMG4 drives me crazy sometimes. He has no sense of style. Zero humor. Maybe a bit of a pathetic mess. Obviously, what he can do, I can do better. But..." [*lets out a small chuckle*] "Four's different from the rest of the Crew. I guess he is good-looking and maybe some of his jokes fall flat, he somehow makes me laugh. He says he can't fight, but is he aware that his determination shines through?"

His fingers tap on the table, he hums.

SMG3: "They were truly things I admired about him."

A beat. What Three said earlier, he didn't mean it. Sure, Four can be so annoying, but he could never hate him. Beeg turned towards the viewer, with the same energy of the "live reaction" meme. [Yes, you, behind the screen.] Oh, spaghetti gods, Three's getting all mushy over Dad. 

Beeg doesn't want to think about how lovey-dovey Four and Three will be towards each other once they actually start dating. 

SMG3, snapped out of his thoughts: [*clears throat*] "Ok, that's it. I admit, I take it back. I need to set things..."

The bell of the cafe door opens. Four and Three met eyes.

SMG3, finishes: "...right."

The two stood awkwardly, unsure what to say to each other. The kids rolled their eyes and proceeded to push their dads closer together. Four rubbed the back of his neck while Three clutched his arm.

SMG4 and SMG3: "Listen, I... Oh, sorry." SMG3: "You go first." SMG4: "SMG3, I just wanted to say sorry about earlier. I've been slacking off lately and I had to put something out there for the channel. My subscribers... y'know how they are. They always expect more. To be on time. I still shouldn't have taken all out on you." SMG3, his gaze softens: "You know you don't need to prove anything." SMG4:"I know." SMG3: "You could've asked me for help. I would've been there as soon as I could." SMG4: [*shrugs*] "It was a stupid video anyway. Like you said, you have a life." SMG3, slowly reached for Four's hand, leaving Four stunned: "Forget what I said. All of it. Maybe. Look, the point is: what I said in the pit, I meant it. It was never to save my own skin. We're friends. I'm not going to let you face all of your battles alone. If you need me, ask and I'll be there. Just... I'm sorry."

Stars sparkled in Four's eyes as Three rubbed a thumb across his knuckles. His face grew warm, he hoped Three wouldn't notice. Four raised a brow, amused.

SMG4: "Hmm, going soft on me, SMG3?" SMG3, lets out a small laugh: "In your dreams."

The kids looked at each other, we did it! They were so happy that they leaped to each their own dad for a hug, which they hugged back. Three and Four share a tender smile. They were all together once again.

SMG4: "Hey, why don't we all go for some ice cream?"

The kids jumped in excitement, especially Beeg who was the most excited. Suddenly, a loud beeping noise was coming from outside the cafe. They all walked out of the door, only to be face to face with the back of a truck, fully loaded with chewed gum. Mario pokes his head out of the driver's seat window.

Mario: "Who's ready for round two? :D"

Mario presses a button to dump the gum over the group, leaving them to their demise.

Y'know, same old shenanigans.

That is it, my dear fellows!

I'm a big fan of the 'SMG4 Kids' episode and I would've loved to see more of Eggdog and Beeg4's dynamic. WE👏NEED👏MORE👏BEEG4👏AND👏EGGDOG👏BROTHERLY👏MOMENTS👏

(I do have another concept that is similar to this one but it mainly focuses on Eggdog, so stay tuned for that...)

Overall, I just want a wholesome episode that could also expand dynamics and future moments. Like Beeg4 being a guest on Three's live streams, Three and Beeg being really passionate about weapons. Don't worry about that explosion that just happened. Or maybe Four taking Eggdog to the mall, Four helping Eggdog dress up, Eggdog giving Four some compliments on his video progress. Or even the whole family going out together and having a picnic/day at the beach. My god, the possibilities...

[vintage-voxx]

Been reminiscing on my first Watch of X-Men ‘97 again recently and kinda wanna put thought to metaphorical paper to actually see how deep i should let this obsession go, and given the introduction of the fox x-men to the mcu with the Doomsday trailer, they resurfaced.

i wanna pre-face this by saying- I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE X-MEN!!! i have literally only seen '97 and small things I've heard about though other marvel interests i have, so please correct anything i have off even if it as simple as how i see a character. i'm making this as a temp check before i watch the movies leading up to anything else i might read or watch.

So, that outta the way. lets talk.

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I'm not sure if 97 was the right place to start, so i could just have started with a flawed adaptation, but i cant say it felt how i expected it to? the characters that i was most exited to see in action either didn't play the way i expected them too (rogue, mainly.) or they died halfway through (REMY.) Not to mention how just uncomfortable Rogue and Magneto made me. Granted, most love triangles make me uncomfortable, i didn't like the side stuff between logan and jean either, but i still hated it less than rogue and magneto. other than that, it was amazingly animated, really well acted and i did like a lot of the characters and story. but at the same time they were kinda the reason i didn't like certain parts and going online to see opinions is just guaranteed to give your opinion validation. So I figured I put it out there in a place of people who actually love these characters like tumblr

My main gripe, character-wise at least, was Rogue, I think. I loved her and Gambit's dynamic all the way until her and Magneto's stuff started. But once I started to feel like I got the vibe, I lost it again. Then I thought I got it and lost it again. It was when she turned on the team after Professor X came back when I just gave up trying to find a consistency and accepted my confusions. I saw someone somewhere say that she kinda got shoved into Colossus's role but i'm so unfamiliar that i can't speak to that, but it did feel like that kinda vibe from my eyes. Now, i admit, i went into this already unsure about it because of some opinions i had heard online through research so i might've started it looking for critiques to make and being a nitpicker. I don’t like harping so much on rogue because of how much unnecessary hate female characters get, but she dose feel like one of the glaring issues for me and I’m not sure how much is this portrayal of her or just what her character is.

And i cant mention my issues without talking about the choice of killing off Remy LeBeau, at least a bit. Gambit, Le Diable Blanc, the card throwing cajun, is my favorite mutant with the only rivals being Morph (i really like sassy gender benders) and Deadpool and he has been ever since i grabbed one of my uncles comics and read it and saw a cool motherfucker with an accent throwing cards that glow and blow up when i was 9. i watched this show heavily because i saw him in action in trailers... specifically the motorcycle scene... if i had known that the moment i was waiting for WAS HIS DEATH, i wouldnt have been so exited! remy dying probably marked where i started doubting the show itself more than my enjoyment and affinity towards the actual source material. It really fell flat to me and didnt contribute much to the story. I do get what the goal was. But they just didn’t have enough to get there.

But other than those issues, It was actually quite charming in retrospect. The writing quickly set the tone of the story and characters. The moments between Cyclopes and Jean were cavity levels of cute and it got even better when Cable was introduced and started playing a role (the car scene was a big one), Seeing storms issues when she lost her powers was a really good showing that as much as you want to be something else at times, your just fine being who you are. And as much as I dislike the love triangles the moments between logan and Jean did help set the tone between the 3. I’m a sucker for found family, especially when they are dysfunctional and absurd like 1-A from Mha or the bat family and justice league and this just hit that so well in the beginning, but that goes away after the first episode. No more Beignets and basketball the second magneto was shown. Thus, a whirlwind of applause and criticism from me.

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All that leads to a question thats been bothering me since. do i actually like the x-men? or just what mutants represent? i love the ideas and vibes of the team and characters, to the point of making multiple mutants and little moments in my head fanfic wise, even with my conflicting feelings. But at the same time some of the moments make me question whether I actually like the source or not. If these traits I don’t like are integral, then it might just not be for me. But I really want to get into these characters and love them. but I don’t know how to go deeper to answer these questions considering I’m not much of a comic person. I’ve only really read Under the Red Hood to completion and I haven’t seen any x-men anthologies in my local stores. I’d LOVE and recommended reading or shows, wether it’s the fox movies, certain graphic novels or animations. I was gonna wait for the mcu movie but given how it’s going over at Disney… I’m not too confident that’s smart.

[anakinrights]

obsessed with your fic idea with jamie c - do you have any more hurt and/comfort ideas for that universe? I feel like roy would be pretty oblivious to how much time he's been spending with jamie c over jamie t and he'd need some outside intervention (phoebe perhaps? maybe even keeley, maybe even jamie c himself who witnesses royjamie interactions in person and comments that jamie t is so clearly in love with roy, causing a 'fuuuuck' moment)

oh! i just had a visceral reaction to the thought of phoebe sadly asking roy if he likes ‘new jamie’ better than ‘old jamie’ and roy shocked into silence! phoebe misunderstands his silence and mumbles that “she likes old jamie better and new jamie should stop stealing uncle roy and making her jamie sad!” roy in turn is confused because, sure they haven’t been spending as mush time together, but they’re both busy… right? jamie’s in his 20’s surly he has better things to do than eat nutritionally approved meals on the roy’s sofa, watching obscure documentaries… right?

im imagine jamie finally organises some one on one time with roy for the first night in a while! he’s been begging roy for weeks now to come over and finish the documentary they started before jamie c showed up. roy’s going to make jamie’s favourite nutritionally approved meal and jamie’s really excited! things are feeling more normal!

roy has blown him off a couple times already for plans he’s had with jamie c! so jamie (t) is about to make the most of this night!

jamie (t) realised a couple weeks back that he can’t just show up at roy’s anymore. it took jamie sitting on roy’s porch for 2 hours in the rain before roy responded to his text saying he’s out…

they usually have dinner together after yoga on tuesday night. jamie (t) later finds out roy was with jamie (c)… and that jamie c met the yoga mums… jamie t hasn’t been allowed to meet them yet.

jamie doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, but tonight seems important! almost like if he can’t keep roy’s attention on him the voice in his head is telling the truth; “jamie was just a place holder after keely until roy found someone better to spend his time with…”

on a good day jamie struggles to sit still, tonight he thinks his heart might bust through his chest if he doesn’t move! he’s bounce around on the balls of his feet and wraps/ unwraps his fists in his hoodie relentlessly! jamie ‘knows’ he’s being annoying but he feels so disconnected from his body right now.

in the end roy won’t shut up about jamie c, “jamie said… jamie and i did… jamie told me… jamie jamie jamie” it’s only when ruth (roy’s sister) calls saying she’s needs to drop phoebe off that jamie (t) feels like he can breathe again.

yes he’s a little disappointed that it’s no longer just him a roy tonight but he likes spending time with phoebe, plus surly roy will talk about something else now that phoebe’s here… jamie is wrong.

eventually jamie goes to the bathroom and phoebe asks the question, jamie overhears and also misinterprets roy’s silence. jamie (t) comes up with an excuse and leaves early that night. roy’s head is still spinning over phoebe saying jamie’s sad.

@anon i don’t really think that answers your question at all but you totally unlocked a whole chapter in my brain so i hope you like it 🥹💓 but to actually answer i 100% agree that roy can be pretty oblivious, so i think phoebe’s comment wouldn’t be enough for a “fuuuuck” reaction! so im definitely coining your idea and jamie c has to spell it out for roy. im thinking roy finally gets the two jamie’s to meet and jamie (t) enters hardcore prick mode, he’s bratty, vicious and wants nothing to do with jamie c!

its after jamie t storms off, after roy calls him a prick that jamie c turns to roy and says “i think your boyfriend might be mad your spending all your time with another man” roy splutters looking at jamie c like he’s crazy. jamie c rolls his eyes “mate that kids fucking in love with you!”

Roy: “FUUUUUUUUUCK!”

[earth-93]

BRIGADE FILES: HULK (Part 1)

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Main Alias/Moniker: Hulk

Legal Name: Dr. Bruce Robert Banner

Other Aliases: Doc, Big Guy, Hulkster, Greenfoot, Jade Jaws, Green Giant, Shrek

Date of Birth: May 19th, 1975 (Age: 30)

Status: Alive

Species: Human Mutate (Gamma Mutate)

Sex: Male

Gender: Cisgender

Height/Weight: [Bruce] 5'8'' (173cm) / 125 lbs (57kg); [Hulk] 7' - 8'5'' (2 - 2.5m) / 1,150 - 4,000 lbs (680 - 1,815kg)

Hair/Eye Color: [Bruce] Brown / Brown; [Hulk] Black / Green

Timeline (1975 - 1985): My past with Bruce aside, I don't think you need me to tell you that most of what's been written about the Hulk is bull. Nothing but conspiracy rags that make parsing the fact from the fiction even harder (If I were a more paranoid type, I'd say it's on purpose. I wouldn't put it past Ross or SHIELD to keep the public on their toes about Bruce, no matter how much good press he gets. I'm just as biased as any other guy, but I'm biased in the sense that I was just some kid that a so-called monster tried to help. Do with that what you will.

Bruce has said that his earliest memory was being pulled out from a car wreck by his dad during a rainy night. Brian Banner went back to get his wife, but by then the car had sunk so deep into the muddy earth that he couldn't find the strength to pull her out. That moment was totally where Old Man Banner's obsession with strength first came from. Once the media got a hold of the Hulk's identity, a lot of those write-ups loved to embellish Bruce's childhood. Don't get it twisted, Brian Banner wasn't the Devil, but he was a mean sonuvabitch. He would at least have his stepmom Rebecca in his life, once the Banners moved to New Mexico. To this day, Bruce still thinks of her fondly.

Brian himself was almost never home, instead toiling away at his gig at Desert State. See, Brian Banner was a physician with a specialty in glands. After he failed to pull his first wife out of that wreck, he became fixated on the theory of "hysterical strength." You know those stories you hear about moms being able to lift whole cars to save their babies? No scientist has ever been able to square away how and why that happens, but Old Man Banner was hellbent on being the one to crack it. When the higher-ups are Desert State shot down his research, he decided to keep going at home.

Timeline (1985 - 1991): To this day, Bruce has never said what really went down that night. As far as I know, his mind just blocked it out. I have my theories, but if I'm resorting to speculation I'm no better than one of those rag pieces. All I know for sure is what was put on the police report: The morning after a nasty storm, authorities swept through the Banner household smashed up, Rebecca beaten to death, and Bruce left in a shock in the same room as the body. A few days later, Brian was found in the middle of the desert, naked and hysterical. He was charged with murdering Rebecca and was given life.

Another misconception about Bruce is that his anger issues only came about once he went green. What he went through, that's where it all started, and you don't even have to trust me on that. His aunt and uncle would back me up, since they were the ones who took Bruce in. Back then, Bruce was unresponsive, quick to anger, and would throw a fit if he ever felt cornered or too agitated. He wasn't too responsive to treatment at first, either. What turned it all around for Bruce was his cousin, Jen. She was born a year before his aunt and uncle took him in, and even though they did their best with him, they had understandable worries about Bruce being around Jen. He says this is what first made him try to take treatment seriously. Earning that trust from his aunt and uncle. To this day, the two see each other more as siblings than cousins.

He put a lid on his anger issues, but Bruce's social skills never really picked up. His brains, though, they never seemed to stop growing. So when he got an in at the Tomorrow Academy across the country, his aunt and uncle couldn't see a downside. I have my theories Ross had his eye on Bruce all the way back then because of who his old man was, but I can't back that claim--yet. Even if I can't make a direct connection, Ross still definitely had his finger on the place. That meant having an extended stay in New York, and his kid popping in the Academy from time to time. That's how Bruce first met Betty. In spite of himself, Bruce managed to strike something up with Betty, and they kept in you well after the Academy's shutdown. Even when Bruce had any school in the world to nab his PhD, he went with NJIT so he would be closer to Betty. Neither of them could have imagined this would seal Bruce's fate.

Timeline (1991 - 1998): Betty was in Jersey because she was one of the first recruits for the newly-minted SHIELD Comm School. She wanted to keep up the family military tradition by getting into spy work, but even back then she was a sleuth at heart. Case in point, when she and Bruce got close enough he started opening up about his past, Betty couldn't just leave it be. I don't know if it was empathy to help Bruce get closure, or just a fixation on solving a mystery. Whatever it was, Betty put together an investigation on what Brian was researching before he killed Rebecca and showed it to Bruce.

In turn, a switch went off in Bruce when he poured over his old man's work in hysterical strength. Like father, like son, Bruce became obsessed with finishing his old man's work to tap into the hidden strengths that all humans have. SHIELD was either desperate, or Bruce made one heckuva pitch, because in no time at all a new Super-Solider project was in the works. The ink on Bruce's pHd wasn't even dry before a base in the desert was installed to further explore his theories.

Call it trauma, shame, fear, or even some lingering loyalty to the powers that victimized him, but Bruce has never come clean about what went down at Project Gamma. From what I personally know, their experiments went well past any ethical boundaries. A young man looking for some closer was quickly finding things spinning out of his control, that's a lot on your conscience. And that all came crashing down on that one fateful day, when an internal sabotage caused a radiation leak, then a breakout of its test subjects—helped by a big, green giant barrelling through the walls and security for them.

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[caeca-iustitia]

Vincent's Children - A Masterlist

So... I have completed this list for future use on my blog in case someone gets confused or needs to reference one of Vincent's 10 children during a thread/ask.

Keep in mind that any information provided below the cut is based on my headcanons and my interpretation of a HEAVILY Canon Divergent Vincent Valentine.

Do not use this information to bother other Muns (unless they are okay with you referencing them when talking about their muses). I will not tolerate it and I value other Muns and their creative takes on characters.

With all that said, enjoy!

Firstborn Daughter -

Name: Felicia Thandolwethu Nieuwoudt Meaning of Name: Felicia meaning “Happy” or “Lucky” and Thandolwethu meaning “Our Love”Age: 35 (Post Dirge of Cerberus)Birthdate: 1st April 1975 Father: Veld Adem Nieuwoudt Step-Mother: Calypso Medea Nieuwoudt

3 Short Facts:

- Felicia was always interested in her father's job and emulated him. - She is unaware of her connection to Vincent (only knowing them as her Godparent). - Runs a relief aid group that helped out immensely after Meteorfall with her father.

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Firstborn Son -

Name: Genesis Rhapsodos Meaning of Name: Genesis meaning “Beginning” or “Creation” Age: 34 (Post Dirge of Cerberus) Birthdate: 4th November 1976 Mother: Gillian Hewley Adoptive Mother: Mrs Rhapsodos Adoptive Father: Mr Rhapsodos

3 Short Facts:

Genesis is older than Angeal by 34 and a half minutes exactly.

His obsession with LOVELESS was a coping mechanism he used to get by in a loveless household.

Even though he’s the eldest twin, he’s far less mature than Angeal and is often treated as the younger.

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Secondborn Son -

Name: Angeal Hewley Meaning of Name: Angeal meaning “Angel” Age: 25 (Died in November 0001) Birthdate: 4th November 1976 Mother: Gillian Hewley Step-Father: Rupert Hewley

3 Short Facts:

- Rupert was his father, at least that’s how he saw things, despite sharing no blood with the man. - Was incredibly fond of dogs, admiring their loyalty, and wanted to adopt a puppy before he died. - Never truly resented either Sephiroth or Genesis for what happened; being more than willing to forgive them.

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Thirdborn Son -

Name: Sephiroth Meaning of Name: Sephiroth meaning “God’s Manifestations”Age: 24 (Died in October 0002)Birthdate: 25th December 1977 Mother: Lucrecia Crescent Step-Father: Hojo [REDACTED]

3 Short Facts:

- He inherited Vincent’s schizophrenia which left him struggling to discern reality from hallucination. - Sephiroth shares many traits with his paternal grandmother; including her fiery temper and love of nature. - It was actually Vincent who chose Sephiroth’s name, not Lucrecia or Hojo.

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Secondborn Daughter -

Name: Persephone Meaning of Name: Persephone meaning “Bringer of Destruction”Age: 33 (Post Dirge of Cerberus)Birthdate: 25th December 1977 Mother: Lucrecia Crescent Step-Father: Hojo [REDACTED]

3 Short Facts:

- Persephone is now Jenova’s primary host but her inability to be easily manipulated is proving to be an issue. - She’s a former Turk with a chip on her shoulder regarding ShinRa and its treatment of her twin brother. - Her name was also picked out by Vincent when Lucrecia discovered she was having twins.

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Thirdborn Daughter -

Name: Argento Meaning of Name: Argento meaning “Silver”Age: 32 (Post Dirge of Cerberus)Birthdate: 21st October 1978 Mother: Helen Farran

3 Short Facts:

- Argento had never known freedom from ShinRa until Vincent storms Deepground and frees her. - She has two children with Azul, Gwyndolin and Aeres, who she protects with her life. - Lost her eye in a training accident with Nero that nearly had half her head absorbed into his void.

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Fourthborn Son -

Name: Weiss Meaning of Name: Weiss meaning “White”Age: 26 (Post Dirge of Cerberus)Birthdate: 24th March 1984 Mother: Julia Miseno

3 Short Facts:

- Is a very protective uncle to Gwyndolin and Aeres. Would kill for them.  - Has Jenova cells through Vincent (since the DNA taken was after the experiments done by Hojo). - Quite childlike since he lacked a proper upbringing and never had a childhood.

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Fifthborn Son -

Name: Nero Meaning of Name: Nero meaning “Black”Age: 22 (Died in June 0010)Birthdate: 22nd September 1987 Mother: Julia Miseno

3 Short Facts:

- Inherited Vincent’s shadow-walking abilities but they grew out of control rapidly and engulfed his mother. - The shortest of Vincent’s adult children and was relentlessly mocked for it by his heathen older siblings. - It was the poor treatment of Nero that made Weiss want to rebel against Deepground.

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Adopted Daughter -

Name: Azalea Dominique Valentine Meaning of Name: Azalea meaning “Dry” and Dominique meaning “Of The Lord”Age: 13 (Post Dirge of Cerberus)Birthdate: 14th February 1997 Biological Mother: Mallory Gough Biological Father: Amos Gough

3 Short Facts:

- Was adopted shortly after Vincent returned to Edge following the battle with Omega. - Is frighteningly perceptive and picks up on clues quite quickly. - Protective of Cassia and Vincent.

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Adoptive Daughter - 

Name: Cassia Kayleigh Valentine Meaning of Name: Cassia meaning “Cinnamon” and Kayleigh meaning “Pure”Age: 8 (Post Dirge of Cerberus)Birthdate: 20th April 0002 Biological Mother: Mallory Gough Biological Father: Amos Gough

3 Short Facts:

- Cassia is the youngest and yet also the bossiest of all of Vincent’s children- which comes from her being a child still. - The Mun and Cassia share a birthday (April 20th 2002). - Wants to be a doctor like Vincent who helps people and makes them better as she idolises her adoptive father.

[kittenfangirl20]

Uriel: Raphael, you are taking things way too far.

*Uriel felt her opinions of Adam change, Adam was such a good mother, he had matured greatly being married to Lucifer and being Queen of Hell*

Adam: You are obsessed with taking my baby away from me when everyone can see the best place for him to be is with his mother.

*Raphael stormed off while Uriel followed*

Uriel: Nothing has proved that little Derek would be in danger in Hell with both his mother and father,

Raphael: We have an entire day left to prove that I am right.

Lucifer: You should give it up sister, Raphael wants to be proven right to cause my family pain.

*the pair stared at the King of Hell, they wouldn’t dare face him in a fight, the only beings more powerful than Lucifer were God and his son Jesus who were both all powerful, Lucifer stormed by them and his facial features softened when he reached Adam*

Lucifer: It looks like you might have another ally in Uriel, she is becoming fed up with Raphael’s nonsense.

Adam: Anyone with eyes can see that we are loving parents and the best place for Derek is with us.

Lucifer: Then Raphael is a blind fool.

*Lucifer moved behind Adam and rubbed his shoulders, the other children were watching, maybe they could talk to Uriel and Raphael, they were their aunt and uncle after all*

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(Queen Adam AU Part 12)

*Lucifer paced nervously outside the bathroom door, it had been nearly a year since the Alastor situation and they hoped that Adam was pregnant again, just then Adam came out of the bathroom with the biggest smile on his face and a pregnancy test in his hand*

Adam: I’m pregnant, I am so happy.

*Lucifer picked up Adam and kissed him, downstairs the kids heard the celebration*

Jake: Are we getting a new brother or sister?

Luke: Looks like it, I was wondering when mom would be pregnant again.

*they were all very happy, they just liked to joke about how often Adam got pregnant*

Cain: You should have been around when dad was married to my mom. He pretty just had to look at her a certain way and she got pregnant.

Lydia: Yeah, but wasn’t that because mom was starting humanity. Mom is getting pregnant a lot because he wants to be.

Cain: True.

*Adam excitedly ran down the stairs with Lucifer following*

Adam: I am going to have a baby.

*the children celebrated with their parents not knowing what would happen because of this pregnancy*

Adam was now seven months pregnant and he was so happy, this was probably one of the smoothest pregnancies so far.

Lucifer: You are literally glowing my dear.

Adam: It's the baby, I haven't been sick, had cramps, or pain of any kind. If they were all like this I'd probably have babies more often.

Lucifer: There are still more chances to hehe

Adam: Yes there are.

[darkestspring]

Jaces twin sister never participated in the bullying because she had a tiny crush on Aemond.

After his eye was taken Aemond made himself a promise, he would brutally fuck Lucerys beloved sister.

It was her who went to Storms End and it was her he chased down on dragon back, but she actually lands her dragon.

Aemond is brutal as he forces her against Vhagar, knowing Vhagar will protect him if her dragon chooses to try and attack him.

Jaces twin can only claw at Vhagars scales as Aemond brutally fucks her, spilling his seed deep inside of her. Forcing her to cockwarm him as he tells her why he did this and tells her to go back to her bastard baby brother Lucerys and tell him she payed his debt with her virtue.

okay i love this idea but i've spoken a lot over aegon being obsessed with his niece and kidnapping her from dragonstone but it would also fit aemond.

jaces twin was the only one who didn't tease him or taunt him for not having a dragon, she always encouraged him and was kind to him. as a child, that kindness struck him, he became obsessed with her warmth.

he wanted to keep her with him forever and he was going to convince her mother to marry his niece to him when driftmark happened.

aemond remembers her horror, remembers her clinging to her mother as she kept her eyes on him, in his eye, she cried for him. in that moment, he knew she was his. his attempts in gaining her hand from her mother failed and his father sided with rhaenyra and she left.

he swore to never forget how that felt. he swore revenge on jace and luke but he also swore to take his niece as his wife.

the opportunity presents itself when everyone is away from dragonstone and aegon sends aemond to take control of it but not everyone is gone.

in the war room, studying the painted table stood his sweet niece, victory consumed him. it was his chance to make good on his promise. he could not get to lucerys, he had escaped storm's end before aemond could chase him down but you were there, looking so concentrated.

"My sweet niece." Aemond announces his presence and takes joy in how you startle, your purple eyes connecting with his lone one, the only thing the makes you different from your bastard brothers, other than gender.

"You-You cannot do this, you cannot be here." You words try to sound strong but they give away how panicked you sound as you try to make distance between the two of you. You heart still ached with affection for him.

"What can I not do?" Aemond asked, stalking towards you with swift steps. "You were to be my bride. You were supposed to be mine!" Aemond hissed, stepping the other way as you scrambled away from him.

He tired to the running and swiftly cornered you before pushing you onto the painted table, tearing off your dress and small clothes. "I will not let you run from me. I have loved you since we were children and yet everyone seeks to separate us." He hissed, anger making its home in his bones.

"Please don't do this." You whimpered as you pushed at his chest with all the force you could muster but it did not move him at all. "Don't do this, uncle!"

"You've always been mine, from the first time you comforted me." Aemond's murmur is soft but you can still hear it. "I knew from that moment that i wanted to be your husband, your protector,"

His confession made you want to cry, it made you want to have things how they were before. One of your hands pressed against his cheek, as if you had forgotten what they felt like. "If you care for me, don't do this,"

"If I don't do this, you will be someone else's wife and I would rather you hate me for my entire life than see you with someone else."

The confession would have made your heart flutter if he wasn't about to take your virtue from you and steal you away.

Aemond knew you were too kind to hate him, even as he pushed inside you, even as your blood spilled onto the painted table and the floor. Even as he spilled his seed inside you and stole you away. Even as he took you to Harrehal and ordered the woman he had spared to clean you and care for you.

He had spared her because he knew you would need someone familiar to care for you but the moment you grew attached to her, he would kill her, he knew that. he knew it was cruel but you only needed him.

there was no note, nothing left behind but blood and your torn clothing but as your dragon wailed into the night, Rhaenyra knew who had done this.

[typewriting101]

dungeon master

Eddie Munson x Reader

warnings: mentions of abuse, slight swearing, removed clothing but no smut :)

word count: 20k+

genre: fanfic romance

⟶ summary: nobody knows about your abusive family, you’ve kept it a dark secret, but Eddie is ready to find out after you unexpectedly show up to his house, completely covered in wounds.

a/n: no thoughts just eddie xx

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It’s not everyday you get Eddie to yourself, but today was about to be one of them.

You just wished it was under better circumstances.

It was pouring down rain and you were running as fast as you could to Eddie’s trailer, the echoes of slurs and screams raging on behind you. Your family hated you for being alive, it’s the only way you could explain it to yourself. Today was a dangerously bad day and you knew if you stayed home, something seriously bad was going to happen.

So you ran to the first person you could think of, the only person who came to your worried, clouded mind, your closest friend, Eddie Munson.

Tears rolled down your face as you took a sharp corner. You quickly slid, causing you to yelp and slam into concrete. Thunder crashes as you covered your ears on the ground. Standing up, you were now covered in mud, blood, and tears.

Could this day get any worse?

“He can’t see me like this. He can’t.” you thought to yourself, tears stinging your eyes again.

You began to walk slowly, giving up a bit. Your hair was plastered to your bloody face with your hands hugging your shivering body.

You didn’t have anywhere else to go.

You didn’t even realize that you were at the doorstep to his trailer until now. You took a deep breath to collect yourself and saw his uncle wasn't home, which made you feel a little bit better. Your stomach lurched at the thought of someone else finding out your soon-to-be exposed secret.

You knocked quietly and the door flew open, revealing a suspicious Eddie. He looked confused, probably not expecting company, until he looked down at you, and his eyes instantly widened.

“Y/n? Oh my God, get in here.”

Before you could do anything, he grabbed you and pulled you inside, locking the door behind him.

“Holy shit, you’re— wait did you walk? There’s a whole storm going on out there.” his mind on an obvious, concerned, rampage.

“Eddie–“

“You’re bleeding, like, a lot.” Eddie interrupted in a whisper, almost panicking. He tried to walk you to his room but you were so shaky, he scooped you up gently and took you there himself.

He set you on his bed, and looked at you for a moment. You weren’t looking at him, you had bruises and cuts all over your body with your one eye slowly revealing a black and blue shade beneath it. It didn’t take long for Eddie to realize this wasn’t a simple “run in the rain.”

Something caused you to run to him.

“Y/n?” He said calmly, trying not to scare you. He grabbed your face and slowly pulled your hanging head up to look at his.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom, I gotta bunch of stuff in there to patch you up… okay?”

He saw your eyebrows furrow a bit, but you still weren’t speaking, so he patiently waited for a response, never breaking eye contact or his hands on your face. Eventually, you nodded and without a word, Eddie ran to the bathroom and came back with peroxide, gauze, and band-aids.

“You’re here now, so you’re in good hands. Nobody can get by The Dungeon Master.” he retorted, trying to brighten your mood. To his disappointment you barely smiled, it was more of a small lift of your lips.

You were driving him crazy, he didn’t understand where you were. You were the human magnet of a person. He was obsessed with everything about you, and right now, he was obsessed in a different way.

He was very worried.

He couldn't take it anymore, “Sweetheart?” He asked quietly, wrapping your last band-aid over your ring finger.

You jumped, looking at him. You were so lost in thoughts of today, you forgot he was even tending to you.

You looked down and saw all your wounds were clean and wrapped, Eddie knelt down between your legs, looking at you carefully.

“Y/n,” he said seriously. “We need to talk about this. I need you to talk to me, okay?”

You blinked slowly, and tears began to fill your eyes again. Eddie was quick to wipe them off with his ringed fingers, still giving you that focused stare. He didn’t know what he was going to get into and you didn’t want him too.

But, he’s going to know and there’s no going back.

Suddenly, Eddie looked everywhere but you now, causing you to be confused in your silence. “Do you not trust me anymore?” he whispered.

Your eyes widened.

“No!” you choked out quickly. You scooted closer to him on the edge of his bed, to set your hands on his face. “You're the only person I can trust.” you admitted, causing him to relax as he looked up at you. “Eddie, that’s why I’m here.”

You whispered it, but you felt like it reverted off of every wall in his home. He stared at you harder, his hand reaching for your dangling leg, rubbing it up and down from his spot on the floor.

“What do you mean that’s why you’re here? Something didn’t—“

It clicked.

The mood shift.

The zoning out.

The injuries.

“Who was it?” he said, anger rising in his voice. He watched your face flush and your eyes widen, his suspicions were confirmed. He stood up quickly and kicked the nearest object on his floor to the other side.

“Eddie!” you yelped, jumping at the unexpected act.

He ran a hand down his aggravated face. He chuckled in an icy way, a way you hadn’t heard before.

“Sweetheart, you gotta tell me who. I gotta know.”

You knew he wouldn’t stop until you said something, so you confessed. “Just my family, alright?” you snapped.

He froze and looked at you. He expected you to announce you’ve had a boyfriend this whole time. That his heart was going to break because he couldn’t have you, and you wanted to be with someone hurtful.

But he would have taken his heart being broken over this.

You met his shocked face and choked out a repressed sob and he sped over to you,

“Hey, hey, hey, hey. No, no, no. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

He sat on his bed and set you in his lap, you had your face covered with your hands and he lifted them away.

“There she is, there’s my girl. It’s okay.” he repeated, as he pulled you in for a hug.

Eddie’s hugs were always firm. They were right and warm, they never missed. What you hated was how quickly they always ended, but this one was much longer.

“Is this why you never wanted me over?”

You nodded slowly, causing him to chuckle. “And to think I thought you hated me somehow.”

You laughed as you pulled away, your arms around his neck with his hands gripping your waist. “How could I hate you? You’re my best friend.”

He shrugged, “You only watch Hellfire, you could’ve been a hater instead of being shy about it.” You knew he was joking, especially when he took his hand, fake stabbing himself in the heart. He tossed himself backwards onto the bed, his hand still on you pulling you with him.

You yelped for the second time today, falling on top of him, laughing until your sides hurt. He moved himself, smiling wide at your reaction, causing you to fall beside him as he shifted to his side, hovering to look down at you.

Your hair graced his pillows, your eyes were brighter from the happiness he gave you. You laid below him, smiling calmly.

He did that and he will always remember it.

“Seriously though, Y/n.” he began, moving some hair behind your ear, causing butterflies to erupt through your body. “What’s going on? Please, tell me everything.”

And you did.

He made you feel so calm and you knew you could trust him. You talked until you couldn’t anymore. You told him whenever you got screamed at, the physical violence, the threats, the slurs. Anything you could think of.

And he didn’t say a word, listening to your story and wondering,

Who the hell would wanna break this gorgeous girl.

“Tonight I knew something was going to happen if I stayed.” you whispered. “So I ran as fast as my feet could take me. I realized after running I didn’t have a place to go, but then I remembered what you told me.”

“That I’ll always welcome you here?”

“Yes.” you admitted to the boy who couldn’t take his eyes off you. “I hoped you weren’t kidding and even second guessed coming, but I saw the car was gone and thought that maybe you—“

“Can I kiss you?” asked Eddie, blatantly.

Your heart erupted, but you were also incredibly confused. “Eddie…. what did you say?”

“I wanna kiss you, really bad. Right now.”

He saw the smile slowly creeping to your face, and he didn’t waste a second to grab and kiss you.

His lips were surprisingly soft, and he thought the same about yours, though he expected them to be. To him you were some sort of angel, or a high-elf from one of his Hellfire campaigns.

He stopped hovering and began to sink into you, closing the extra space between your bodies.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, ever again.” he said breathlessly, between kissing you.

You took another second to feel his lips on yours and you broke the kiss, to both of your dislikings, but you needed to speak.

“That wasn’t a pity kiss was it?” you asked, slightly nervous of his answer.

“That was not a petty kiss. I’ve wanted to do that forever. I’ve even had this for you.”

He got off of you, causing you to shiver. He opened up his closet and was shifting through hangers. Eventually he made a noise, some sort of original sound you guessed was a success call.

He looked at you, pressing an article of clothing against his leather jacket to hide it. “No peeking, buttercup. I've been keeping this for you.” he made a mischievous face along with the sneaky gesture.

You smiled widely and closed your eyes, “Eddie, I literally have no idea what’s going on.”

“Good.” he said with pride.

You heard him close the door to his closet and shuffle his way back to you. The bed shifted and you could feel his warmth as he got close to you.

“Surprise.” He said, insinuating for you to open your eyes.

You opened them and gasped. You didn’t think your smile could get wider or you couldn’t feel more butterflies than you already did, but you were proven wrong on both of those matters.

A Hellfire Shirt.

“Custom made by me, obviously.” Eddie bragged, as you took it in hand and he leaned against his headboard, arms behind his head.

He made one for you.

He thought about you while he made it.

That wasn’t a pity kiss.

He was telling the truth.

He has always been waiting for you.

“I- Eddie this is amazing and so thoughtful. I’m speechless. Thank you, I- how long have you had this?”

He grabbed the back of your head and brought you down to him. “First of all,” he began, kissing you in between each few word segment. “You’re welcome. Second of all, I started it after we were friends for about a week. You were new and I knew there was something about you. Hellfire quality? Something? I didn’t realize until after about a month into making it that I was in love with you.”

You blinked smiling, “In love?”

Eddie shifted a little, nervous about his confession. “Yeah, maybe.”

This time you kissed him back, “Good.”

He looked up at you again, wondering how he could land someone like you. His eyes graced your face and worry flickered as he saw the black and blue getting darker. You saw the emotion change and could feel his thumb begin to trace over it.

“I’m okay, Eddie. This isn’t new for me, it’ll go away.” you said as you grabbed his wrist. He kept tracing over your wounds now, not answering.

It was so odd to see this side of Eddie, not yelling in the cafeteria, no narration for The Hellfire Club. It was the soft side, the two of you, and you loved it.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, ever again.” he repeated.

“I know.” you stated.

He looked up at you. “You do?”

Slowly, you began to lift your wet shirt off, and he blushed with a smile at your state, knowing what you were doing. You shivered, and he wiped a hand over your back, getting rid of leftover rainwater. You slid into your new hellfire shirt, that hugged you in all the right places.

“Of course. My Dungeon Master would never let anything happen to his people.”

He smirked at the title and grabbed you by the waist, tackling you into the bed while kissing you, ticking you, talking into the crook of your neck, anything he could do to get a laugh out of you.

God you were so perfect, and Your Dungeon Master?

You were damn right he was.

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a/n: it’s 3am and i go into work at 10am but enjoy this :D if you want tagged in more Eddie content please comment on this so i know!! <3

[allwaswell16]

I was tagged by @phd-mama to post 5 fics of mine I really like. Thank youuu for the tag, my love! (And I'll tag @pocketsunshineharry @2tiedships2 @laynefaire @disgruntledkittenface @daggerandrose to do this if you want! And if anyone else wants to do this, just say I tagged you!)

Consequences (78k)

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au

Listen, I'm super proud of this fic, but I almost had a nervous breakdown writing it lol. I was NOT used to writing something this long and did not realize the mental toll it would take on me. I vowed never to write something this long again. However, I do love that I made this an ode to my hometown and there's just a lot of ME in this. And the moments when I dreamed up the plot and the twists, damn I felt so clever lol, I will always remember those moments fondly.

If I Loved You Less (36k)

Beautiful omega Louis Tomlinson is set to make his come out in London society and determined to find a mate in his first Season. With the help and protection of his oldest friend, Lord Niall Mendes, he takes Society by storm.

Being a wealthy and titled alpha means Lord Harry Styles has grown used to avoiding unmated omegas...until now. This Season he finds himself at every Society event just for a chance to speak with the omega with the flashing blue eyes.

Louis has the aristocracy at his feet and all the suitors he could hope for, but his secrets may ruin his chance at a love match.

This fic was one of the easiest things to write ever. This is just what the inside of my brain looks like, honestly. It's just full of romance novels and a whole lot of obscure knowledge of the Regency era. And all I did was pluck out one of the stories in my head and write it down. It'll always be a fav because it feels like what I'm meant to write.

Until (series) (61k)

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

I think this series will always mean something very personal to me. It's a 3 part series, the first part is H/L, second part is Niall/Shawn Mendes, and the third part is a timestamp of H/L's wedding(s). I never intended for this to become a series, but it had a life of its own from the beginning. I thought the horses were going to be focused on and I was going to have a random llama, I think? But then somehow I started writing and a goat named Lacey showed up and made the animal parts all about her lol. And while fic taking on a life of its own is one of the most fun parts of writing for me, this fic meant a lot more to me. This story and the characters carried me through a terrible year and gave me a safe place for my mind to be.

When the Sun Won't Let You Sleep (30k)

Four years ago, Louis Tomlinson left the UK to live on an Antarctic research station for reasons best left in the past. He’s carved out a life for himself on the ice and has dedicated himself to his research, his friends, and especially the Halley VI research station. He’s less than thrilled when he learns that Harry Styles, a glaciologist from another base who once broke his heart, will be coming to Halley, and he’s definitely unprepared for the upheaval Harry brings with him.

I love to read and write about interesting places, and I feel like this fic cemented my love of researching a place. I admit I became a little obsessed with Antarctica while writing this fic. But what floored me about this fic was that I thought it was going to be about scientists and the place itself, and it turned into something much more meaningful because the more I learned about Antarctica, the more I began to understand the people who work there. And that greatly influenced the story I ended up writing. If I was going to say what I thought my best written fic was, this would be a contender.

Ace of Spades (78k words)

Living as a sheltered omega in a farming village has not prepared Harry for life aboard the most notorious pirate ship to sail the Atlantic.

Or Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

So this is my newest fic. And it started life so long ago. I don't even know when I first started thinking about adapting it, but it's been many years at this point. I didn't mean for it to get as long as it did. Remember when I said I'd never write something long again? lol I did. Anyway, I ended up so damn pleased with how I brought that pirate crew to life in the form of familiar faces. I have so many stories about these characters. I know everything about them. I wish I could have told each one of their stories.

[uwuwriting]

Kids getting their quirks w/ Todoroki, Deku and Bakugou

Request: *cracks knuckles* uH may i pls have a headcanon for half half bastard, deku, and king explosive murder when their child’s quirk manifests? have a great day (or night lol) iajsmsjsnsk :D 💕- anonymous 

Okay my baby fever isn’t over but now I know the main factor. Apart from my new obsession with dad Nanami, my period is also here so yay. I’m in pain. SO let’s feed my baby fever even more with some pro hero dads bc I love them and cherish them. Nanami is still ruling my heart though. Love ya💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: babies!!!!, domestic au, dad au, fluffy, no warnings really, unless it causes you baby fever so beware of the baby fluffs.

Todoroki Shoto

-Baby was called from the daycare because the twins teacher couldn’t control their quirk manifesting. 

-Daycares are ready for quirk manifestation but someone hurt Rei and Ren kinda exploded and they couldn’t control the fire. 

-Rei got startled and her ice blocked both toddlers from the outside world as they were now existing in their own little igloo. 

-He panics because he fears that they hurt themselves or each other by using their quirks. 

-Scenarios of them attempting to hug each other, a habit they’ve had since they were wittle babies, and burning their skin or causing frostbite. 

-He rushed to their daycare, paperwork long forgotten on his agency’s desk as he stormed inside the classroom the small ice barrier splitting the room in two making his heart skip a beat. 

-Motioning to the teacher to leave he approached the block of ice, touching it with his left hand watching the ice melt as he finally spotted his two little girls, huddled together in the furthest spot of their igloo, trembling in each other’s arms. 

-Shoto ducked inside, slowly approaching them as they untangled from each other and rushed to him, meeting him half way in a crushing hug. 

-They both sobbed in his chest as he rubbed their backs. 

-Shushing them he tried to get a coherent story out of them but the only answer he managed to pry from them was a jumble of sorries and sobs.

-Picking them up, he asked them where their stuff was and after getting everything he excused all three of them and left the daycare, leaving a now melting igloo for the staff to clean up. 

-Back at home he managed to get them to calm down completely and made them something to eat. 

- “It’s alright, you protected each other like we’ve taught you. Your quirk activating is not your fault so stop blaming yourselves.” 

-They didn’t seem very convinced and they reminded him of himself back in high school, when he wouldn’t accept his left side as part of himself. 

-Hugging them close once again he left a kiss on each of their little heads, blowing a raspberry on their cheeks making them giggle at the feeling. 

-He loves the sound of their laugh. 

- “You have no control over your powers and that’s okay. Me and mommy will help you with that.” 

-Deep down he was proud of his girls. 

-They didn’t lose complete control and Rei managed to minimize her ice from coating the whole classroom. 

-He was so happy to have these two little things as his kids. 

-They truly were his world. 

- “I’m so proud of you my little snowflakes.”

Midoriya Izuku/ Deku

-He thought his son was quirkless. 

-You were quirkless, he used to be quirkless so the logical thing was for your kid to also be quirkless. 

-Nope you were wrong. 

-Turns out he took after his grandma and he has a form of telekinesis. 

-Nothing really strong since both of his parents are biologically quirkless. 

-It was triggered while you were all chillin in your living room. 

-Izuku was scribbling something in one of his notebooks while your son was playing with his hero figurines on the floor. 

-You were watching kitchen wars. 

-Izuku’s phone started ringing and he shot up to get it, sending the notebook and pen flying across the room. 

-You were ready for the inevitable crash but it never came. 

-Looking up you saw both the notebook and the pen, levitating a few inches from the floor a slight green glow surrounding them.

-You were shocked looking back and forth from your four year old to the levitating objects. 

-Izuku was still talking on the phone and hadn’t realized the revelation that was being displayed in the living room. 

-Finally the call was over and he stepped back in, letting out a fucking SQUEAK when he saw his son using his quirk. 

-That was enough to break his concentration and the items clattered to the floor, your toddler looking back at his father with huge green eyes, chubby hands reaching out for him. 

-In a flash Izuku was on his knees next to the little boy, hugging him so close you thought he couldn’t breath. 

-He peppered his chubby face with kisses, praise pouring from his lips like rain as he raised the four year old into the air, baby giggles filling the room. 

-You joined them on the floor taking your fill of baby Midoriya pampering before looking at your husband, tears flowing down his cheeks. 

-You hadn’t seen him cry ever since your son said his first words. 

-And even then you couldn’t blame him, his first word was dada who wouldn’t cry? 

- “He has a quirk! Oh my god he has a quirk!” 

-Izuku brought both of you into a hug, crushing you to his chest as he kissed both of your foreheads. 

- “Thank you thank you thank you.” 

-It hit him like a truck how lucky he was to have you both. 

-A beautiful wife who loves him for who he is and not for his fame *like many other pros had warned him about* and a son who adores him and asks for daddy every second of the day. 

-He didn’t care about a quirk.

-He was scared that his son would also get bullied if he didn’t have one. 

-Right now everything was perfect. 

Bakugou Katsuki

-If you asked him he didn’t want your son to get his quirk yet. 

-If he did that meant that he grew and he wasn’t his wittle baby anymore. 

-Your son was playing with his uncles outside while Katsuki was setting up the barbeque. 

-He was simultaneously holding your one year old and you were having a heart attack seeing your baby so close to a fire but you trusted him. 

-Your son was laughing his ass off as he was chased around the table by four grown ass adults. 

- “Be careful around the table.” 

-The fact that all five individuals said yes mom terrified you. 

-Heading back into the kitchen you only managed to reach the sink before a scream pierced the air and in a flash you were back outside, scanning the yard for who got hurt and where. 

-Then your eyes landed on your son who had a hand outstretched in front of him, smoke leaving his small palm while Kaminari was laying face down a few feet away from him, a groan leaving the pro hero as a palm shaped hole was etched on his shirt. 

-Everyone was silent as they stared at your four year old, eyes wide in awe at the sheer force of a singular explosion. 

-The person who broke the silence was Kirishima who let out a loud woah snapping all of you out of your stupor .

-Bakugou looked at you, pure disbelief in his gaze as his son turned to him. 

- “Dad I’m just like you!!” 

-You swear in his daze he almost yeeted your baby over his shoulder. 

-In one swift motion your son was in his other arm being swung around as their laughs synced into one. 

- “Hell yeah you are.” 

-Joining them you ruffled your son’s hair as you kissed his cheeks, a deep scarlet blush painting his plush cheeks as he hid his face in his dad’s shoulder. 

- “Bravo bud!” 

-Sero was next with the praise followed by Mina and Kaminari who also whined about his Hawaiian shirt being ruined. 

-For the next hours Katsuki didn’t let him go. 

-Didn’t want to let either of his kids go but it got kinda hard with the whole barbeque being his responsibility. 

- “We can train together, and work at the agency and go on patrols and…” 

-As your son rambled on about the things they could do now that he has his quirk, you looked at your husband, a soft smile plastered on his features. 

- “He will never stop needing you Katsu.” 

-You whispered as you kissed him softly on the cheek, catching a glimpse of a single teardrop leaving his eye before he quickly rubbed his face on your shoulder. 

- “I know.”

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