#not sure if / how i should tw this so please lemme know if i should!

[unclewaynemunson]

'No no no Steve wait, don't throw that a...way.' The end of the sentence died on Eddie's tongue as the leftover lasagna, basically in slow-motion, tumbled out of the dish and into the bin. Eddie could almost hear a funeral march start to play over the dull thud and the sound of crushing eggshells.

'Fuck,' he said, emphatically.

'That was barely half a portion,' Steve remarked with a careless shrug while putting the empty dish back on the kitchen counter.

And Eddie groaned, tried to count to ten in his head but didn't even make it to two.

'I was gonna have that for lunch, man, add a slice of bread and an apple and I'd have a decent meal!'

There must have been something in his voice that told Steve that he wasn't just being overly dramatic but genuinely annoyed, because his face dropped and he shot a quick glance at the dish, as if that would magically summon the lasagna back into it, untouched by gross eggshells and coffee dregs.

'Seriously, that was perfectly good food, why would you throw that away?!'

'I can buy you lunch tomorrow?' Steve suggested sheepishly.

And, well, that hit a sore spot.

'That's not the fucking point!' Eddie exclaimed in frustration. 'I'm not your charity case or some shit, I can take care of my own meals – as long as you don't throw my food away!'

And again, it was like Eddie saw it happen in slow-motion: Steve flinched, took a stumbling step backwards, created as much distance between himself and Eddie as possible in the trailer’s tiny kitchen by bumping his back against the counter; something crossed his face that Eddie had never seen there before. And... shit.

All his frustration dissolved right on the spot and he immediately took another step away from Steve, even though everything inside of him wanted to cross that distance and hold him. He raised his hands in the air, cautious not to move too sudden.

'Steve, I'm not mad at you,' he said, forcing himself to sound as calm as possible despite his heart beating like crazy. 'I got annoyed, sure, but – it's okay. We're okay. You're okay. I didn't wanna hurt you, I promise.'

Steve swallowed, let his eyes dart everywhere except at Eddie's face while he tightly crossed his arms in front of his chest. The fear seemed to have disappeared from his face, replaced by something else; something expertly concealed within seconds. Anyone less well-versed than Eddie in the craft of noticing every little detail about Steve Harrington wouldn't notice; but Eddie did.

'You wanna talk about what happened there?' he asked, hesitant.

Steve didn't answer right away, his eyes still frantically darting around the trailer and his lower lip sucked between his teeth.

'What do you mean?' he finally said.

'Can I come closer?' Eddie asked. He felt like it would be so much easier to have this conversation if he could touch Steve; if he could smell him and have him in his orbit.

Steve nodded; Eddie sighed a breath of a relief and crossed the distance between them to rest his hands against Steve's sides; not quite an embrace, but something grounding for both of them nonetheless.

'I kinda recognized that look in your eyes, I guess,' Eddie quietly admitted. 'And the way you flinched. Like you were scared I was gonna do something bad.'

'I know you wouldn't –'

'I know,' Eddie was quick to reassure him. There was a beat of silence and Eddie wondered how much he should push. But he knew that he needed this conversation to happen, that it would keep gnawing at both of them if they didn't talk about it now.

'It's because of your dad, isn't it?'

Steve nodded, still looking slightly past Eddie.

'I'm sorry.' Eddie exhaled sharply, trying to keep his emotions under control; he knew that aimless anger at Steve's father wouldn't get them anywhere; not here, not right now. 'I mean, I knew he was bad, but I had no idea that it was... like that.'

He could hear Steve breathe out while he stared at some point just above Eddie's head.

'Sometimes I think all that crap is behind me now,' Steve quietly started to explain. 'But then something like this happens and it – it just catches me by surprise, is all. Like I'll never completely be free of the fear.'

Eddie nodded. 'Uncle Wayne, he... He looks a lot like my father - even though he's nothing like him. Took me years to fully trust him. He makes sure to never raise his voice, but still, sometimes when I see him make a sudden movement from the corner of my eyes, I just... freeze. Like it's some kind of instinct that’ll always stay with me.'

Steve finally looked Eddie in his eyes again, stunned and a little bit shocked.

'Your dad, too?'

Eddie nodded. 'Mhm.'

And wordlessly, Steve pulled him closer, until Eddie was enveloped in his warm arms and their chests were pressed against each other. Eddie let his eyes fall shut, breathed in Steve's familiar scent while he nestled his face in the crook of his neck and tightened his own grip around Steve's back.

They stayed like that for minutes, maybe even a whole eternity.

'Should we make rules?' Steve finally asked, in a hesitant voice and without pulling away from their embrace.

'What kind of rules?'

'Like, things to make sure that this doesn't – that we won't get scared. I know we can't promise not to fight, but...' He trailed off; Eddie could feel him shrug his shoulders.

He started slowly stroking one hand up and down over Steve's back. 'What was the thing that got you afraid, earlier?'

'Your loud voice – and the way you stepped into my space, I guess.'

'Okay.' Eddie nodded. 'So no yelling, and we try to keep our distance when shit goes sour. Sound good?'

Steve hummed against Eddie’s neck. 'Yeah. And for you? You mentioned the sudden movements, with Wayne?'

'Yeah, no sudden movements would help,' Eddie admitted.

'Okay, I can do that.'

Eddie squeezed Steve tighter. 'Thank you.'

Steve huffed. 'You're the one who started this conversation; I should be thanking you.'

Eddie lifted his face to press a gentle kiss against Steve's cheek, and another one at the corner of his lips.

'I'm sorry for startling you.'

'That's okay, you couldn't know.'

'Can you stop doing that, please?’ Eddie said with a chuckle. ‘Let me say thank you, let me apologize. Let me take care of you.'

Steve chuckled too; never before had Eddie been so grateful to hear that sound. 'I'll try.'

'You wanna stay the night?'

Steve shuffled, pulled back a little bit so that Eddie could see his face; there was a frown between his eyebrows.

'I'm not sure if I'm in the mood, after, you know...'

'Hey,' Eddie said, softly. 'You can stay the night for other reasons, too, you know. To have some comfort. To fall asleep together. To let me make sure that you're doing alright.'

'You sure?'

'Hell yes.'

Steve's head dropped down to Eddie's shoulder again, and Eddie lifted his hand to comb through his hair.

'Yeah, I'll stay.'

[azzifuddslover]

༯ OFF THE COURT — CHAPTER FOUR 𝜗𝜚

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

themes: angst, pining, light jealousy

word count: 3.6k

tw: swearing, talks of alcohol use

a/n: very proud of myself for finishing this as quick as i did. ngl i was so giddy writing this chapter, it might be my favorite so far! please lemme know how y’all are liking it, enjoy! 🩷

paige wakes up in her bed, in the same clothes as the night before. her pounding headache is evident, and her memory is foggy. she recalls drinking far too much, but there’s still a gap in her mind regarding the last few hours. how did she end up in her dorm?

she came to the conclusion that nika or aubrey had brought her back home. i mean, they did witness her drinking more than she should on a thursday night, so it’s a solid assumption.

paige reaches for her phone; there’s three missed calls from nika, two from aubrey, and one message from coach auriemma. fuck. she’s late for practice.

the memory of azzi rejecting her floods her mind, which makes paige contempt staying in her bed for the remainder of practice.

as paige scrambles to get dressed and head out, she’s physically off balanced, still dizzy from all the alcohol she had consumed. she grabs an advil and quickly shallows out before throwing her basketball bag on and rushing out the door.

heads turn to look at paige as she strides through the gym door, already out of breath.

nika is the first to pull paige aside; “girl, where were you? are you good?” she questions, concerned.

paige fakes a smile, “i’m good nik. i just overslept.”

“you sure you’re okay? you were drinking a lot yesterday.”

“really, i’m okay.”

nika gives paige a reassuring squeeze on her shoulders, “alright. if you say so.”

paige begins to walk to the lockers rooms, purposefully avoiding coach, who calls her over anyway.

“where were you?” he asks, clearly furious at paige’s absence.

“i’m sorry coach, i overslept.”

“you should know better, paige,” he says firmly, “everyone, run 10 laps.”

loud groans come from each of the players. coach auriemma’s eyes widen in challenge, “don’t like that? make it 20.”

paige’s lips curl; she receives dirty looks from her teammates, annoyance bouncing off them. she desperately wants to run away, go anywhere but here, yet she sets her bag down and runs with her team.

practice is the slowest it’s ever been for paige. and the pounding headache she continues to have doesn’t help one bit. she remains out of sync, constantly missing easy layups and wide open 3 pointers. all she wants is for this damn practice to end so she can sleep the rest of the day away.

she’s been intentionally avoiding azzi, not meeting her eyes, building distance between the two, not even passing her the ball, regardless if she was open or not.

but when azzi throws a soft glance at paige does she meet her eye contact. azzi wears a concerned, light expression on her face, with an ounce of sadness in her gaze.

paige shoots a glare at the younger girl as she remembers the events of yesterday. azzi and paige’s bodies flush together. their lips inches apart. azzi’s rejection. azzi running away from her.

paige is first the break eye contact, going back to shooting. or atleast, attempting to shoot.

once practice comes to an end, everyone is eager to leave. it’s been a long day, and they all needed rest.

as azzi was about to exit out the gym door, paige pulls her into the locker room, quickly and swiftly.

“jesus, paige—“

paige places her hand on azzi’s forearm, “look, azzi. about yesterday,” she begins.

azzi’s cheeks flush, “paige—“

“listen, i was drunk out of my mind. i didn’t realize what i was doing or who i was doing it with. i hope you’d know i would never do that sober.”

pain hits azzi like a brick. she knew paige would regret it in the morning.

although azzi had been the one to pull away, it didn’t mean she didn’t want to kiss paige— she did. she desperately did. she still does.

“i.. okay,” azzi whispers, eyes flicking to the floor.

paige pulls her hand away from azzi’s arm, while continuing to look at the brunette.

“alright then,” she nods, “we good here?”

azzi opens her mouth, then shuts it and nods as well.

paige flings her bag over her shoulder and casually moves for the door. azzi’s not far behind her, placing her bag on her own shoulders and leaving the locker room.

the two girls walk in opposite directions, not bothering to glance back. paige closes her eyes as regret strikes her hard. she had lied to azzi. she wanted to kiss her yesterday, still wants to, but what else could she do? azzi pulled away. she pulled away. she had to at least try to act like it was a mistake.

later that evening, paige is in bed, with her phone in her hand. ever since practice earlier in the day, she had been completely worn out, still suffering from a terrible headache.

paige scrolls on tiktok for while, before switching over to her favorite app, instagram. she views her teammates stories and likes a few posts. she sees caroline posted a photo dump, and as she scrolls through the photos, observing each one, she notices azzi in the last photo.

it was a picture of her and caroline in one of their dorm rooms, arms around each other, and azzi’s lips on carol’s cheek, in a friendly manner. it doesn’t settle the blinding jealousy paige feels, though. her fingers tighten in her hands, causing marks on her palms.

god, azzi looks so good in that photo. her hair was loose at her shoulders; she had on a bright pink hoodie paired with black leggings. paige never wished more to be someone else in this given moment.

paige clicks on caroline’s photo, causing azzi’s instagram page to pop up. she quickly hits it to reveal lots of posts from throughout the years.

she scrolls through all her posts, way back to 2015, and she’s reminded of USA basketball days. when azzi dmed her about accidentally liking an old photo of hers. red covers her cheeks in embarrassment.

she views azzi’s most recent photo dump; it was a few pictures of her playing basketball and some with their teammates.

with a slip of a finger, paige likes the photo. again.

“god fucking dammit!” paige exclaims, shifting up in a sitting position while nerves stir in her stomach.

she shuts her phone off and tosses it on the bed. paige covers her face with both hands, shaking it head at her stupidity.

her phone buzzes against her bed; paige already knows what it’s going to be. and as expected, it’s an instagram dm.

i’m getting deja vu, it read. paige’s lips tilt up, somewhat pleased that azzi still remembers their interaction from years prior.

would u believe me if i say it was another glitch? paige texts.

anxiously waiting for azzi’s respond, paige fiddles with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers.

i’d say these glitches are awfully convenient, aren’t they?

a soft giggle escapes the older girl’s lips, as she swiftly replies.

they most definitely are, she sends.

after a couple minutes, azzi finally replies: sooo watcha doing?

paige arches an eyebrow, surprised to find azzi continuing the conversation.

laying in bed, what about u? she types almost instantly.

yeah same, i’m so bored, azzi’s message read.

an idea arises in her mind: same. wanna maybe come over? dorka isn’t here rn.

minutes pass without a respond from azzi. was that too much? does azzi not want to hang out with her? does azzi still hate her?

and do what? azzi finally sent.

paige tilts her head— what would they do? she hadn’t thought that far ahead.

not really sure. we could watch a movie or something, whatever you want.

seconds later azzi responds. sounds good, i’ll be there in 5.

paige scurries off her bed, frantically trying to make her room look somewhat presentable for the younger girl. not that she wanted to make an impression, or anything.

she stuffs dirty clothes in her bed, throws away old water bottles and miscellaneous wrappers before lowering the lighting to appear slightly darker.

as she replaces her current hoodie for a cuter one, she hears a quiet knock at the door. her head whips in that direction while nerves erupt in her stomach.

she opens the door to reveal a smiling azzi. she has on a simple white sweatshirt, baggy black sweatpants, with a pair of nike slides.

“hey,” azzi says, looking into paige’s eyes.

“hi,” paige replies, holding eye contact, “come on in.”

paige moves to the side, allowing azzi to enter her dorm room, cautiously. azzi observes her room better than she previously had when they were first in here alone, taking in the posters, books, decorations. it was all so paige.

paige gently shuts the door before going to sit back on her bed.

“you played really well yesterday, you know,” paige compliments.

azzi’s smile grows, revealing her dimples that paige loves a little too much, “thank you. that means a lot.”

blush reaches paige’s face, “yeah, of course. but i’m sure you already knew that.”

azzi arches a brow, “what do you mean?”

“how coach compliments your game all the time. you’re the team’s princess, practically,” paige notes.

“well, i wouldn’t—“

“not that i can blame him, though. your skills are undeniable, az,” paige cuts her off, the tips of her lips lifting.

azzi brings a hand up to cover her wide grin at paige’s compliment and the use of her nickname.

“getting soft on me, bueckers?”

paige playfully rolls her eyes, “you wish.”

paige shifts over on the bed, making enough room for azzi to sit as well. “you can come sit, y’know.”

azzi is hesitant, but regardless, walks over to paige’s bed and sits alongside the older girl. their thighs brush against each other’s, sending butterflies to azzi’s stomach.

the two girls settle on a movie, the notebook, to watch for the evening.

“want something to drink?” paige offers.

“um, water is fine, thanks,” azzi answers.

paige simply nods and walks out the bedroom, out to the small kitchen her and dorka share. while she’s gone for a quick moment, azzi decides to get more comfortable, allowing herself to lay out in paige’s medium sized bed.

paige comes back to the room and brings herself to a halt. god. azzi laying on her bed was not one she’d imagine actually happening, but is damn grateful it is.

“thought i’d get more comfortable for the movie,” azzi says, like the answer is obvious.

“that makes sense,” paige replies, breathlessly. she sets down azzi’s requested water and her own on the bedside table, while she carefully crawls in bed next to azzi, laying out as well.

the two girls bodies’ are side by side, full on touching one another’s. and paige couldn’t be happier.

“y’know, you’re a really great player too, paige,” azzi whispers, a couple minutes into the romantic film.

“thank you,” paige begins, “i thought i’d never hear those words come out of your mouth.”

azzi snorts, “yeah, well, me either to be honest. i’ve always hated you.”

paige’s lips turn slightly downward, yet is unsurprised at azzi’s comment. she knew azzi had hated her, ever since USA basketball. she hated azzi, too. well, tried to hate her.

“i hated you, too,” paige lies right through her teeth.

azzi turns her body to face paige, “do you still hate me?”

paige scoffs, because how could she, or anyone for that matter, ever hate someone like azzi? paige shifts her body, facing the brunette’s; “i don’t know, my opinion on you changes everyday,” she teases.

azzi smiles— her brown eyes roam paige’s face, then drop to her pink lips. she knows better; paige literally said mere hours ago she would never kiss azzi sober.

“i’m kidding. i don’t. i could never hate you,” paige mutters, barely loud enough for azzi to hear.

just as azzi’s about to respond, exhaustion washes over her, causing her to drift to sleep. in paige’s dorm. in her bed.

paige’s eyelids flutter open as the remnants of sleep faded. the warmth of her bed surrounds her as she was the first to wake. she glances at the body in front of her, taken aback at the sight of the curly headed brunette. her breathing is steady and peaceful, lips slightly ajar. paige lays motionless for a moment, listening to the gentle rhythm of her own heart, before carefully, slowly reaching around to grip her phone.

paige’s eyes widen as she views the current time�� 3:01 am in the morning. they had been asleep for several hours at this point, right alongside of each other.

paige looks over at dorka’s empty bed and is surprised not to see her. she figures she’s staying at one of their teammates room.

paige sets her phone back on the bedside table, takes a swig of water, before returning to her laying position in front of azzi, who remains asleep. she slowly reaches her hand out to graze azzi’s cheek, then twirl a loose curl around her finger, careful not to wake the younger girl.

minutes later, with paige continuing to stare at azzi, her eyelids finally open. she stretches slightly, lets out a faint yawn, before making eye contact with the blonde.

“hi,” azzi whispers, still dazed from her long rest.

paige gently smirks, “hey.”

“we fell asleep?”

“guess so. i don’t think i watched past 10 minutes of the movie,” paige laughs.

“same,” azzi shares the laughter.

the two girls shift into a sitting position, not caring enough to move when they touch one another.

“pass me my water?” azzi asks.

paige nods, grabbing azzi’s water bottle, as well as her own.

“thanks,” azzi says once paige hands it to her. she downs the entire bottle as paige silently watches in admiration.

“thirsty?” paige teases.

“you have no idea,” azzi replies, out of breath, “can i have some of yours?”

paige’s eyebrows rise, kind of surprised at the question. “yeah, ‘course.”

she passes her water off the azzi, who gratefully takes it. she takes several sips.

“what time is it?” azzi questions the older girl.

“3 am,” paige replies.

azzi turns her head at paige in surprise, “are you joking? we slept for that long?”

“i know right,” paige says, equally as shocked.

“i should probably get going then,” azzi says, beginning to get off the bed.

paige turns her head to azzi, “what? you don’t have to. it’s the middle of the night, azzi.”

“you want me to stay?”

paige looks away, flustered, “um, i didn’t say that. i’m just saying you’re allowed to stay if you want to. dorka’s probably at one of the girls’ room, so we have enough space.”

“alright then,” azzi nods, “do you have a shirt i can borrow? i hate sleeping in sweatshirts.”

“didn’t seem to have a problem with it earlier,” paige notes, “but yeah, i do.”

the blonde rises off her bed, scrambles in her messy closet, blocking it with her body to avoid azzi seeing the clutter. she pulls out an old USA basketball t-shirt that she figures azzi would be fine with.

“this good?” paige questions.

glancing at the shirt, azzi’s lips turn up, “that’s great. thanks, paige.”

she throws the shirt to azzi, who also pushes herself off the bed, easily catching it. paige exits the room, going to get more waters for the two of them. azzi lifts off her sweatshirt, tosses it to the ground when paige quickly returns.

paige nearly drops the bottles of water at the sight of azzi’s bare back. her eyes widen, her breath hitches. she wasn’t wearing a bra this entire time?

azzi pulls on the t-shirt paige kindly let her borrow, before turning around, noticing paige staring at her with her jaw dropped.

“i— i’m sorry…” paige stammers, shaking her head at herself.

azzi’s heart is basically beating out of her goddamn chest. she smiles gently, “you’re fine.”

paige finally moves from her spot at the door and places the bottles down. she stares at azzi, wondering if they’d continue to share the bed or if one of them would move to dorka’s.

azzi stares back at the older girl, thinking the same think but not voicing it.

eventually, paige breaks the silence. “i can sleep on dorka’s bed.” she walks over to the empty, made bed, slightly disappointed azzi isn’t protesting against it.

panic soon sets in for azzi, “what? no, it’s your bed, paige. you should sleep it in.”

“really, it’s fine, i don’t mind,” she lowers herself on the bed.

“paige, cmon. i’m not making you sleep in a different bed,” azzi argues.

“okay then..” paige says, confusion setting in.

azzi plops back onto paige’s bed, moving over so there’s enough room for the older girl, “just come back over here.”

paige’s cheeks blush against her will, a smirk settling on her face. “if you insist.”

the two girls get comfortable on the bed, legs touching ever so slightly.

“night,” azzi whispers.

“night, az.”

azzi, this time, is first to wake. paige is much, much closer to her than she had been when they first fell asleep. azzi suddenly feels an arm wrapped tightly around her waist that has her pulled practically flushed against paige’s body. paige’s hand is underneath azzi’s shirt, on her bare back. azzi allows herself to admire a sleeping paige for a quick moment.

she checks her phone— 8:30 in the morning. azzi carefully takes paige’s arm and places it gently on the bed, then crawls out of the warm bed, trying her best not to disturb the blonde.

with her phone in her hand, she glances back at paige, and exits the room.

later that day, in the afternoon, the entire uconn women’s basketball team is scattered in paige and dorka’s room. there’s players on both beds, on the small couch, on the floor. azzi is planted against paige’s bed, while paige is seated on the couch.

the team had been chatting about a variety of things when kk comes up with an idea for the girls.

“guys, we should play spin the bottle!” kk announces, loudly.

“what are we, 10?” paige scoffs, rolling her eyes at the game idea.

“cmon, p, don’t be blame. plus, i’m so bored,” kk whines.

“i’m down,” nika agrees.

“same, why not,” jana says.

soon, each player agrees to a game of spin the bottle, even though paige is convinced it’s a stupid idea. they all sit in a circle, tight enough so they’re all touching, due to the size of the dorm. kk places a bottle in the middle of the circle and gives it a gentle spin.

it lands on aubrey and lou. nika lets out a soft chuckle, causing aubrey to laugh as well.

“pucker up, lou lou,” aubrey smiles before swiftly placing a kiss on lou’s lips, not lasting more than 2 seconds.

the bottle is once again spun, fast this time. it lands on nika and jana, who smirk and touch lips.

paige shifts in her seating, silently wondering if the bottle would ever land on her. she doubts it.

kk gives the bottle a good spin, making it travel faster than before. paige anxiously watches the bottle, fidgeting with her fingers as nerves take over her body.

the first spin lands on azzi. oh jesus. whoever this next spin lands on should consider themselves lucky, paige thinks. she then takes in account that azzi still is wearing her USA basketball shirt.

it’s azzi’s turn for nerves to overpower her. her heart quickens, palms begin to sweat in anticipation for whoever she’s about to kiss.

the next spin seems to last an eternity. paige swears it goes in slow motion. but eventually, it points directly at the blonde.

azzi’s eyes practically bulge out of socket. her jaw drops as she locks eyes with paige, who looks equally as surprised.

ignoring the o’s and ah’s she receives from her teammates, paige makes her way over to the curly headed brunette, careful not to show how nervous she is to kiss azzi.

the older girl settles comfortably in front of azzi. her gaze roams azzi’s flushed face, which causes paige to smirk knowingly.

there is a heavy silence, the air between them electric, both eager and tentative. slowly, paige places her hand on azzi’s hot cheek, and leans in. when their lips finally brush, it was gentle— hesitant at first— but the warmth between them quickly grew, the kiss only deepening as both hearts speed up. a soft, trembling sigh escapes azzi’s mouth while paige’s deepens the kiss even further. she slips her tongue into the younger girl’s mouth, swirling and testing the waters.

after what feels like forever but not nearly enough, paige pulls away, disconnecting their lips. she removes her hand off azzi’s waist— which uncontrollably moved there from her cheek— and crawls back to her original spot, besides dorka and jana.

she glances back at azzi, who’s lips are pluffy and a darker shade of pink, while her cheeks are a softer pink.

the room continued to buzz with energy, the laughter of her teammates echoing from the game, but all paige could hear is the steady of her own heart. her pulse quickens when azzi meets her gaze, heat and want in her lingering eyes. for a moment, the noise of their friends fade away, leaving only the weight of a shared silence between the two.

the blonde didn’t take her focus off azzi. she didn’t smile, didn’t do or say anything. just watched.

azzi clears her throat, trying to act as casual as possible, but her hands betray her, nervously fiddling in her lap. she quickly flicks her eyes to the ground, but not before noticing paige’s lips twitch softly, as she was fighting off a grin.

then, without a word, paige turns her attention back to the silly game her teammates were continuing to play, yet azzi couldn’t shake the warmth in her chest or the growing electricity still intensely present between them.

[con-dientes]

Shared Smoke pt. 1

(TW: 1nc3st, b1g br0 x l1l s1s, 🍃 1nt0x)

I kinda rushed thru this so lemme clear some things up: I haven’t written since 8th grade on wattpad so pls dont kill me, thanks. Idk when I’ll be updating bc I have a really busy month 😭

I loved my brother. No matter how much of a jerk he was, I loved him, so when I caught him digging through my drawer for money, it didn’t bother me much.

“Hey, kiddo, I was just… uh, looking for you!” my older brother lies. I look at him, unimpressed.

“You were looking for me in my drawer?” I ask, glancing at my scattered panties. He freezes, realizing the mess he made. “I thought I saw a spider in here. Just making sure it was gone,” he stammers, but his twitchy movements give him away. I notice his withdrawals kicking in.

“Look, sis, I’m sorry. I really need some cash. Got any I can borrow?�� His voice is strained, and I know he has no intention of paying it back. “I don’t have cash, bro,” I reply. “Gave it to the needy.”

He groans, rubbing his temples. “Come on, lil’ sis, not even a few bucks?” His desperation is hard to ignore. “I…” I hesitate, and he notices. He steps closer, his tone softening. “Please, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. I need your help.”

“I… I don’t have money, but…” I struggle to meet his eyes. His eyes light up, sensing a chance. “But what, sis?”

“I have some weed…” I finally say. “Weed? Shit, that’s perfect,” he says, relief washing over him. “You’re a lifesaver.” His hand trembles as he reaches out. “Can I have some? Please? I promise I won’t smoke it here—I’ll go outside or something. You won’t even know.”

“Smoke it here… with me.” My brother’s eyes widen, surprise quickly turning into a grin. “Are you serious?” he asks. “Not that I’m complaining, but… what brought this on?” We’ve always kept our habits separate. But if I’m offering now, who is he to refuse?

“Got a lighter, or should I grab mine?”

"I've got my stuff." I reply, bending over to look under my bed. He watches as I bend over to look under the bed, his eyes unconsciously trailing over my form. He shakes his head, trying to focus on the promise of getting high rather than his sibling's body. "Nice," he says, his voice a bit hoarse. "So, uh, where do you wanna to do this? Your room or mine?" He glances around, half-expecting our parents to burst in. Running a hand through his hair, he grins. “Never thought I’d see the day you’d want to smoke with me, sis. I’m kinda impressed.”

“We can do it in my bed…” I pull out my stash. “I… kinda need this high, too.” My brother’s eyebrows shoot up. “On your bed? Alright, cool,” he says, trying to sound casual. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching me. “You need a high too, huh? What’s going on?” he asks, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern. “Everything okay?” Despite his own desperate need for a fix, he can't help but worry about his sibling. He leans forward, studying my face.

"Let's..." I bite my bottom lip, avoiding his question as I roll the joint. "...get high." I press the joint to his lips, and he looks surprised but takes it, inhaling deeply as I light it. Smoke fills the air, and he exhales, his body relaxing. "Fuck, that's good." He passes the joint back, a lazy smirk on his face. "Your turn," he says, his voice rough. "Didn't know you had it in you, sis."

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, big brother,” I reply, taking a hit. His eyebrows shoot up, surprise and intrigue flickering across his face. He takes another drag, holding the smoke before exhaling slowly. “Is that right?” he says, his voice low. “Sounds like there’s a whole side to you I’ve never seen.” He watches me through half-lidded eyes, the smoke curling around my face. There’s something different about tonight, something that's making his skin tingle in a way that has nothing to do with the weed. “So, what other secrets you been keeping from me?” he asks with a smirk. He leans back on his elbows, his body evident even through his clothes. "Cause I gotta say, I'm kinda digging this new side of you."

"Things you probably don't need to know." I reply softly, beginning to get high. I smile lazily, biting my bottom lip once more. "Fuck~ that feels good~"

My brother’s eyes soften as he watches me take a hit, my words and actions igniting something primal within him. The weed is starting to kick in, making everything feel hazy and intense. "Oh yeah?" he says, his voice low and gravelly. "Maybe I wanna know those things, baby sis. Maybe I wanna know everything about you." He leans in closer, the scent of smoke and something uniquely me filling his senses. His lip quirks into a smirk as he notices me biting my bottom lip. "Feels good, huh?"

The tension in his body is melting away, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation. He can't help but notice how raw I look right now, all relaxed and flushed.

"You look fucking hot like this, you know that?" The words slip out before he can stop them, fueled by the weed and the strange, electric atmosphere between them.

I laugh softly, playfully pushing him. "Don't say shit you don't mean, man!" His eyes widen at my playful push, a grin spreading across his face. "Who says I don't mean it? You're fucking beautiful, sis."

"Promise you're not saying that just because I'm your little sister?" I ask, blowing smoke on his face. He inhales the smoke I blow into his face, feeling it tingle pleasantly in his lungs. He holds it for a moment, then exhales slowly.

The high is starting to really hit him now, making his thoughts hazy and disjointed.

"No, I'm not," he says, shaking his head vehemently. His hair falls messily over his face as he leans in closer. "I've never seen you as just my little sister..." I gasp softly, the weed making me feel like this wasn't a big deal. I look at him, unsure of how to react.

My brother’s heart races as I gasp softly, the weed making them both feel uninhibited and reckless. He can't believe he just confessed his true feelings like that, but the high has stripped away his usual caution. "What?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "You never thought about it before? About us?"

"I... think we're both high." I reply. "Don't kill it, don't kill the vibe."

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : poly!Han Jisung x F!Reader x poly!Lee Minho TW : poly relationship ; obvious angst because ya know ; another famous Nana cliffhanger (but I actually want to write a part 2 for it after making a poll because I want to know what you all think) ; straight to the point angst, no dillydallying here ; Word Count : 4.0k Request : Anonny : Can we have poly minsung plus reader but with angst? I am a sucker for angst. AN : first time writing for poly skz... lemme know how I do... please... I hope you enjoy this, I hope I did this right.

Things had started off fine, and that in itself should have gone to show that things surely wouldn’t stay that way. The relationship in itself wasn’t normal, not to say that it wasn’t perfect, but you knew that if it weren’t for the fact that you had to hide your relationship, fans would be judging you, the entire world would be judging you. Those thoughts used to plague you in the beginning, but you had been so happy… Maybe you should have just listened to your head… Maybe that would have saved you from the ending that you received. To get to the end, we have to start from the beginning… It’ll be short though… It’s not like things had lasted very long anyway. 

You were a secretary at the JYPE office, the job in itself was boring, but you also got to see a lot of stars during your walks through the hallways. There was always one that caught your attention, and he had always been so kind to you, giving you a beautiful smile and bowing his head just slightly to say hello. Your heart would throb and you’d get the most wonderful fuzzy feeling in your stomach whenever you saw him, but you were under a contract, much like he was… Those 1 second interactions in passing were all you were ever going to get… Or so you thought. 

Roses had been left on your desk one day, a secret admirer, the card had read. You weren’t sure where they came from, but they were gorgeous, and you placed them at the corner of your desk, looking at them every so often, and that warm fuzzy feeling would return. You thought that it was just your hopefulness that had you wishing that it was the man in the hallway that had those flowers delivered to you, the back of your mind telling you that it was foolish to hope for such things when he was famous and you were just a 9-5 office worker. 

That is until you were heading out of the office for the day, your bag held close under your arm and your folder of paperwork clutched against your chest. You were the last one out of the office that evening, you had stayed a little past your scheduled time and you assumed that everyone had already gone home for the evening. When you stepped out into the hallway though… There he was. 

“Did you get the flowers?” He asked, leaning against the wall and giving you that beautiful smile that you had so foolishly already fallen in love with. “You’re not going to take them home with you?” He mused, noticing your flowerless hands, and you looked between him and the door to the office that was now shut. You could have gone back in and gotten them, but you were taking the subway home and you didn’t want them to get damaged. 

“I like them on my desk… I think they brighten up the room a little bit more.” You explained, and while it wasn’t exactly the real reason… It was still one of the reasons. “Do you know who sent them? I really want to thank them… Seeing the flowers made me so happy.” You mused, and it felt strange to be talking to him so casually… Maybe it was the fact that you were running on little sleep and 3 cans of energy drinks. You were exhausted, and maybe your mind just let it slip who exactly you were talking to. 

“Of course I know who sent them.” He pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to you, causing you to stumble back a little as the words that had been printed in the darkest bold letters on your contract flashed in your mind's eye like a bright neon sign. “I sent them… And you don’t know how hard it was to get them to your office without anyone knowing. I’m glad you like them though. Do you… Know who I am?” He quizzed, and you slowly, almost robotically nodded your head. 

“Y-You’re… You’re Lee Know… Lee Minho… Best dancer…” You rambled, and with every word that left your mouth you got more and more embarrassed, but you couldn’t stop yourself from going on and on. “I’ve seen you… In the hallway… You’re… I didn’t think… Why did you send me flowers?” 

Now his answer is probably quite obvious considering after only a month of the two of you talking he ended up asking you out. That month can be a story for another day though, because right now, this is the story of how your seemingly perfect little world got turned upside down in what felt like a matter of seconds. 

You and Minho had been dating for 2 months, and in those months there was no one that you got more close to than Jisung. You had heard about their friendship, how close they were, how they almost did everything together… You heard just about everything… But you didn’t really expect the proposition that would be brought to you one night over dinner. 

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Jisung had asked, and the question coming from his lips sounded so much softer, so much shier than it had when Minho had asked. Of course, you were thrown for a loop and it took you a couple seconds to fully process what he had asked. The craziest part was that he had asked right in front of Minho… And Minho didn’t seem to mind it, he actually seemed a little bit too calm. 

“W-Well… I’m… Me and Minho are together…” You stammered, looking between your boyfriend and the man who had asked you the question. Your expectations were probably a little bit too normal for the situation, considering you expected Jisung to apologize and backtrack and you expected Minho to maybe go off a little bit on Jisung for asking something so silly, but none of those things happened, instead, Jisung looked up at Minho as if asking for help. 

That’s when Minho cleared his throat, grabbing his seat across the table from you and holding your gaze with his twinkling eyes that almost seemed a little bit mischievous. “Well you know, Jisung is my friend, my best friend and… He’s been on almost all of our dates with us.” And that was true… It was something that you thought was strange in the beginning, but Jisung had become such a key part of all of your and Minhos dates that it almost felt strange when he wasn’t there. “He really likes you, and I gave him the okay, I wouldn’t mind sharing you with him… But I told him that it was up to you whether you were okay with it.” 

It was up to you? It was a strange decision to make, and it almost felt like a test… You were worried that that was what it was. Minho was testing you to see if you’d really take him up on his offer, and you were nervous, you were scared about what his reaction would be, what he’d do if you took him up on the offer. “We can give you time to think about it… I know that it’s not the easiest choice to make…” Jisung mumbled, his thumbs twirling as he sheepishly looked down at the table. 

“I just… I need to think about it…” You murmured, and you waited, waited for Minho to call you out for even thinking about potentially saying yes… But he didn’t. He patted Jisung on the shoulder, and then he got up from his chair and walked around the table to stand beside you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Take all the time you need, kitten. We won’t rush you.” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. It wasn’t a test… They were both serious about this… And you didn’t know how to feel about that. You had never been in a situation like this, you had never been in a relationship like this before… But would it really be any different from how things already were? You just needed to think.. You needed to think about it… 

And think about it you did… You thought about it for quite a while, and, well… It’s quite obvious what you chose. 

Being with both of them was something that took a little bit to get used to… But all in all, it was generally simple at first. It was more like the guys having shared custody of you, which, in itself, was a funny way to look at it, but it also made things easier for you. One week was Minhos week to have you, and the next week was Jisungs. It went back and forth like that for a couple months. 

Sometimes the two of them would want to take you out together, and that’s really when the weird looks would come from bystanders who didn’t understand the relationship. They’d tell you to ignore it, finding something else to capture your attention so you didn’t think too much about what people might be thinking. To them it didn’t matter, as long as you were happy being with the both of them, they were happy. 

You never felt the tension, you never thought there was any. If you even thought for a second that being with the both of them would cause any problems, you wouldn’t have agreed to it, but they both were adamant that things would be okay. It truly felt like things were okay. After your week with either of the guys was over, they would drop you off at the other's house and they always looked so happy. Sometimes they’d even stay for dinner, or have you sit on the middle cushion of the couch as the three of you watched a movie together. Things felt perfect. 

There wasn’t any sign that things were going downhill, to be honest, it didn’t even seem like there was a hill. The falling of the relationship was more like a drop tower, you had been shot up so fast that your heart was still hammering in your chest and that adrenaline from excitement was still coursing through your veins, you didn’t even have a second to think before that loud click and then you were falling, your stomach being lurched up into your throat and when you reached the bottom you didn’t really know what to do, it was like your brain was jumbled and you couldn’t think straight and everything was just… It felt off. 

“Why are you packing up your bags already?” Minho asked as you walked out of the bedroom. Even though Jisung had made a room for you at his own place, your dresser was filled with clothes that he had bought you and you had all the stuff you needed in the bathroom, you had everything you needed in general… You still liked to take a few things from Minhos with you when you went over to Jisungs and vice versa. “You want to leave?” 

For a second you were confused, double checking your calendar to make sure you hadn’t just lost track of the days, but you were right. It was Sunday, and Sundays were when Minho would usually take you over to Jisungs. “It’s Jis day… Remember? Today starts his week.” You reminded your boyfriend who probably had the days mixed up as well considering they were working on a new album. 

He rolled his eyes, letting out a noise that sounded a little bit like disgust as he leaned back on the couch. “I already talked to him. I get to have you for another week. I miss you too much and… I just want to spend a little extra time with you.” He explained, and you nodded your head along with his reasoning. He had been in the office a little bit more this week which meant that he couldn’t spend as much time with you as he probably would have liked to, and considering he told you he had already talking to Jisung about it, you were more than happy to cozy up on the couch next to him and enjoy the rest of the evening. 

“He’s okay with you keeping me for another week though? He said that?” You asked, just to be sure. Jisung was… Well, you wouldn’t say possessive… But he didn’t really like the idea of missing a week with you. He took great pride in the relationship and making sure you felt loved by him. He loved his weeks with you, and on many occasions, he’d get a little choked up whenever he had to give you back to Minho. 

“Of course he’s okay with it. I don’t know why he wouldn’t be.” Minho seemed to brush it off, and you silently thought of a million reasons why Jisung wouldn’t be okay with not seeing you. “You were my girlfriend first. He’s lucky that I even share you with him… I think it’s only fair that I get to spend more time with you anyway.” That was the first sign, although you weren’t exactly sure what that sign entailed, but your gut was telling you that it wouldn’t be good. 

You didn’t push it though, you allowed yourself to lean against Minho as he looked through the movies on tv, trying to find one that you could watch together. It was always so cute to you that he took your opinion into consideration when picking a movie considering the fact that you almost always fell asleep before the halfway mark. That’s exactly what happened, the sun beginning to set, and the golden hue that painted the room mixed with the sound of Minhos light breathing as you laid against his chest, it was the perfect setting to rest, you always found it easier to fall asleep next to him. 

The rapid knocking against the door stirred you enough to have you slightly conscious, lifting your head from Minhos chest that you found yourself laying across fully now, completely on top of him as you both laid on the couch. “Shh… It’s alright, go back to sleep, honey. I’ll get it.” Minho whispered, brushing his fingers over your hair to lull you back into your slumber before shimmying out from underneath you and running to the door. 

Even though you were still out of it, your mind was awake, your ears fully tuned in to what was happening around you. You heard the door being opened, and then the sound of Jisungs voice, just far enough away to know he wasn’t in the house yet, but loud enough for you to know he was irritated. “Why didn’t you drop her off? I was waiting! Do you know how worried I was!? Where is she?” He ranted almost immediately, and you heard Minho shushing him, and it sounded like he was trying to push him out of the house. “No… No, where is she?” Jisung continued, and then Minho sighed heavily, the breath followed by a loud groan. 

“She’s sleeping. She’s not feeling well and I just wanted to keep her here to make sure she’s taken care of.” It was a blatant lie, you had been more than ready to go over to Jisungs this evening, and while you wanted to call Minho out on it, a part of you was scared to. You loved Minho… You loved both of them… And you didn’t want either of them to get hurt. “I’ll just spend the rest of this week with her and then I’ll drop her off at your place. Sorry for worrying you.” 

You thought that it would end there, that Jisung would believe the lie, but you were sorely mistaken. “The rest of this week?! So you’re saying I don’t get to see her for two weeks straight!?” Jisung screeched, and you could tell from the intermittent cracking of his voice that he was already worked up. “I can take care of her just as well as you can. I’ve taken care of her when she has her period, I’ve helped her when she was sick. I love her and I can take care of her too.” And that wasn’t a lie. Jisung was probably the best caregiver you’ve had. He always made sure that you had what you needed, and he’d do his best to take your mind off of whatever was hurting you or making you feel sick. Even when you felt like you were going through hell itself, he managed to make you smile and make you laugh. 

“She’s my girlfriend!” Minho snapped, and you heard his hand slap against the door, something that he did often when he was trying to make his point or when he felt like his words were being threatened. He didn’t like being wrong, and he surely didn’t like when anyone other than him said anything slightly valid. “I had her first, so how about you just accept what I’m saying and you can see her next week.” 

There was a silence… And for the first time, silence scared you. Your eyes peaked open and you pushed yourself up just enough to see over the back of the couch. Jisung was standing right in the center of the doorway, making sure that Minho couldn’t shut the door on him, but not pushing the boundaries. “Oh! I see… I see what’s going on here. You’re jealous…” Jisung stated, and you heard Minho scoff, and you could see his head fall back as if he were silently laughing at the accusation. “You are. You know I treat Y/N better, you know that I love her better… You’re jealous and you’re scared that she’ll end up just choosing me at the end.” 

You weren’t sure when this turned into a competition, that’s never what it felt like to you, but maybe deep down that’s what they both thought it was. “Why would I ever be jealous of you? If I was so scared I wouldn’t have let you start dating her in the first place.” Minho retorted, his words vibrating with his silent laughter. “I felt bad for you because you were always the awkward lonely third wheel. I let you be with her… But you’re really pushing it thinking that you can just come over here and try to take her from me when it’s my week. I make the decisions… She’s my girlfriend, she’ll always be mine first.” 

You hated that… You hated that he felt like he could make the decisions for you, that he should be the one making all the choices. It had been your decision to date the both of them, so it should rightfully be your choice as to who you wanted to spend the week with. Those words had you getting up from the couch and making your way over to the door. “Hey, sweetie!” Jisung cooed, and Minhos head whipped in your direction, his eyes going wide as he looked at you and then back to Jisung. 

“Honey… You’re not feeling well. You should be laying down. Maybe you should go to the bedroom so you won’t be woken up by him.” Minho urged, or… Moreso pleaded with you, motioning to the bedroom door with a forced smile. You couldn’t believe that he was still trying to ride with that lie, and you weren’t going to allow it. As much as you loved Minho, you loved Jisung too, and you didn’t want him to think that you chose to not see him. 

“You know… I’m actually feeling better now.” You said, shooting a smile in Jisungs direction, and you saw his own smile spread across his face as his eyes sparkled brightly with excitement. Minho on the other hand, looked pissed. “I think I should spend the week with Jisung, I haven’t seen him in a whole week… That’s a long time to not see my boyfriend.” 

Jisungs hands clapped giddily, but Minho was growing more and more furious with each passing second. “I’m your boyfriend!” He growled, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you back when you tried to move closer to Jisung. “I’m done sharing… You’re breaking up with him. It’s done. I’m over this.” 

It was a shock, especially considering he was the one who wanted this. The only person more shocked than you was Jisung, but his emotions were more of a flurry, he was desperate, he was pissed, he was devastated. “N-No, you can’t choose that! It’s her choice to make, not yours!” Jisung shouted between heavy breaths, it almost looked like he was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Y/N… Sweetie… Tell him…” His eyes widened with panic as he looked at you, and you were panicking too. 

“Yeah… Tell me, honey… Because I’m done sharing you… And if you want to be with him, then you’ll have to just be with him. I’m done doing this weekly bullshit, I’m done having to be away from you. You’re mine… I shouldn’t have let this go on for so long… I shouldn’t have let it start to begin with.” Minho said, biting the inside of his cheeks as his eyes turned ice cold, although you weren’t sure if the look was all for you, or if he was just so pissed off that he couldn’t look at you any other way. 

“That’s not fair…” Jisungs nostrils flared as his own eyes became sharp, his glare directly pointed at Minho. “You waited… You waited long enough for me to get attached to her, for her to get attached to me… You waited for us to love each other and then you try to give her an ultimatum… It’s bullshit and you know it.” While they both seemed to have so much to say to each other, you were speechless. Jisung was right though, it wasn’t fair. Why did he take so long to figure shit out? “Sweetie… Look at me… Y/N…” Jisungs voice softened, and you saw that he wanted to reach out for you, but Minho was like a guard, doing his best to keep Jisung from being able to even breathe too close to you. “I’m not going to hate you for whatever choice you make… But I hope you make the right one. What he’s doing… It’s not right… It’s not okay. I know that whatever choice you do make… It’s going to hurt you. But I’ll still be there for you… No matter what, I’ll always be here for you because I love you. That will never change.” 

It shouldn’t be so hard to choose, Minho was there first… He should be your choice… But Jisung… He was so sweet, he was so loving… He made you feel loved in a completely different way than Minho. It was all so confusing, and you already felt your heart breaking for both of the men that you loved so deeply, you’d lose a piece of yourself no matter who you chose. “I…” You started, tears spilling over your bottom lashes as you looked between both of the guys that held your heart. “I don’t know… I… I need time to think…” It wasn’t easy, it would never be easy… And you knew that it would only be made harder since they both were always together, they were in the same group, whether you chose Minho or Jisung, you’d always have to see the both of them… You’d always be faced with the thought of what could have been if your choice had been different. You’d need a lot of time to think… And you’d need a couple weeks, weeks to yourself to think about who you’d choose… If any of them… Because you didn’t just have to protect your own feelings and your own heart… You had to protect theirs too.

[tainted-liquor]

'Stop Laughing, Baby!...ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁⋆｡

...⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

ingredients: sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles !

tws: Cussing, you being in loooove, mention of surgery

a/n: Miles is implied to be over 18, it literally doesnt matter what age js 18-24

"AH! FUCK!"

That was the last thing you said about the pain in your mouth before scheduling a visit with your orthodontist. You had put off getting your wisdom teeth removed for as long as possible, the reason being you were afraid of the anesthesia. Sure, the procedure would probably hurt like hell, but you were more concerned about how you'd act while high off your ass. The idea of being completely unaware of what's coming out of your mouth scared you, and you really didn't wanna say the wrong thing to your parents or whoever would be taking you. So, what did you do?

You waited literal months so nobody but Miles could take you. You sat in the passenger seat of your boyfriend's car, quiet and afraid as whatever drill your man had on shook the car. "Nigga you can't be serious right now" You deadpanned, turning towards Miles as you gestured to the radio. "What? You don't like DD Osama?" Miles chuckled, knowing full well what you meant in the moment. "I'm literally about to have surgery and you're listening to...this" You huffed, rolling your eyes and fixing your top in the mirror. Miles laughed loudly, shaking his head before changing the music to your playlist.

"Yeah, you kinda right. Estarás bien, Gorda. Promento" Miles reassured as he put the car in park, leaving you to watch as he used one arm to maneuver his way into the parking spot. Damn, you were lucky. You let out a deep sigh, mentally preparing yourself to literally have your mouth cut open before hearing Miles open your car door. "You okay? Y'want some water before you go in?" He cooed as he took your hand in his, gently helping you out of the car before swinging his arm across your shoulders. "Uh, yeah. Lemme get some water actually" You nodded, nervously taking a sip from his water bottle as you walked toward the massive-looking building.

"Guárdalo si lo necesitas" Miles stated, pushing open the glass double doors as he guided you inside the rather up-beat and bustling building. "Baby I don't speak Spanish" you snorted, giggling slightly at the sudden switch. "Keep it if you need it, mama. I don't want you to be dehydrated, cuz you won't be able to drink for a lil bit after your procedure" he shrugged, pulling you closer to his side and placing a kiss on your forehead. You knew he was right, but you didn't wanna be rude and drink all his water. "Nah, I think I'm fi-"

"Drink. Your water." He reiterated firmly, side-eying you in the most menacing way possible. "My bad original gangster" you squeaked, chugging the remaining water left in the plastic bottle. "Thank you. I need you comfy mama, please let me know if you need somethin'" He reassured as you now stood in the waiting room, sighing as you went to go check in. You filled out the necessary paperwork and then sat down next to Miles, who was currently lightyears deep in his phone. You watched him scroll on his feed, both hands resting on his left forearm while he texted his mom.

"Tell Mama Rio I said hi please" You muttered, watching as he nodded and immediately notified Mrs. Morales of your presence. You felt your heart stop as a rather nice-looking lady called your name, motioning for you to follow her into the O.R. You waved to Miles, feeling your anxiety climb as you followed the assistant to the back, getting comfortable on the leathery dental chair. You took a deep breath, and let everything pass by as they set up everything for the next 15 minutes. But baby when they started that flow of gas? Baby you were OUT.

"So she's still gonna be a little groggy, but right now she should be waking up...Hello!" A cheerful, masked face said as you attempted to open your eyes. "Ffffuuuuuhhhhhhckkkkk..." You whined, attempting to lift your 300-pound eyelids. "Hola, Princesa! Te ves drogado" Miles laughed, clearly amused by your half-open eyes and puffy cheeks. "Miiilesh!" You garbled, reaching your arms up loosely as your boyfriend scooped you off the chair. Your arms awkwardly curved around his neck, vision focusing and un-focusing as you attempt to give him a kiss.

"No-...Mama, I can't kiss you I'm sorry!" He laughed, dodging you to the best of his ability. "Wh...C'mere!" you grunted, clearly not processing his words as he picked up your meds at the front desk. You pouted, huffing and puffing as Miles gave you a gentle pat on the back. He quickly made his way back to the car, placing you in the passenger side as delicately as possible and strapping you in. "Comfy?" He asked, turning his head to the side as he scanned your face for any sort of comprehension.

You blinked at Miles sleepily, lips curving into a smile as you began to giggle at...nothing. "Ah! You can't laug-pfft....-Laugh!"Miles quickly stated as he wrapped a little pink compression bandage around your face. "See? It's soft!" He cooed as he pressed both of your hands to the side of your face, allowing you to feel the fluffy material of the compression band. You smiled at him, watching as he quickly made his way to the driver's side after closing your door. He stared at your blissful face, watching as you ran your hands up and down the fluffy material and mumbled a cute little "Ooooh!"

You rode home in silence as you fiddled with the radio, making more "Oohs" and "Aahs" with each click of a button. "Yeah, they got yo ass looped" Miles guffawed as he watched you play with the A/C vents. You leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes while he drove the rest of the way to his apartment. You weren't exactly awake, but you weren't exactly asleep. You were simply just...gone.

You didn't exactly remember when, but you found yourself back In Miles's arms as he carried you up a bunch of stairs. You clung to Miles, feeling like you were falling as you stared down the stairwell. "You good Mama? You holdin' me a lil tight right now" Miles giggled as he finally reached his floor, kicking his door open and setting you down on his couch. You hummed, laying down on the couch as you observed his black and white 8-ball rug, running your hand through the 'mysterious' texture while you hung off the couch. Miles peeked over the couch, watching as you quite literally played with a rug at your big age.

And he recorded every second of your stupidity. From you playing on a rug, to you attempting to take a nap on the coffee table, and you ACTUALLY taking a nap on his chest. "¿Gorda? ¿Estás bien?" Miles asked as he patted the top of your head, realizing you hadn't made an attempt to walk or go missing in almost 10 minutes. Once he heard that smooth and constant breathing, he knew that you were out cold. He chuckled to himself, putting his phone down on your head as he wrapped both arms around you.

"You're a handful."

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COFFEE: PG.08 — Realization

COFFEE: Tim Drake x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Tim meets a barista that gives him what he needed most — a large coffee with way to many shots of espresso. Though what happens when just a single action changes the other's life, forever?

TW: a karen karening and not respecting pronouns, online discourse caused by said Karen (twitter being twitter) lemme know if I missed anything

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SUNDAY, APRIL 7 2023 — 9:32 PM

A NORMAL EVENING one would say was happening in the current life of Y/N L/N; except it really wasn’t.

“I really, don’t understand why you can’t just redo my order! I specifically asked for chocolate drizzle, not caramel. Why is that so hard to understand?!”

“Uh, ma’am. I did in fact tell you that we were out of chocolate drizzle and asked if you were fine with caramel, to which you answered: ‘yeah, whatever,’” you forced a smile as politely as you could.

“Oh! So you’re giving me attitude now,” she loudly scoffed.

“No, that was just me repeating what you said.”

“I will not stand for this false accusation and blatant disrespect!”

‘Oh a big word. Didn’t know she knew how to do that.’

Fortunately, a familiar figure entered the café; eye bags evident as ever.

“Oh good. Tim Drake, someone actually competent around here, this cashier, worker, whatever! Is refusing to remake my drink after he made it wrong!” the woman huffed out.

Tim eyebrows furrowed in confusion - ‘I don’t even work here,’ - looking towards you for a different explanation.

“Uh, it’s they - I have it on my name tag - and I informed you that we were out of chocolate drizzle and you accepted caramel as a substitute.”

“Okay, how about we all just discuss this outside,” Tim offered gently pushing the lady towards the door.

“Ugh fine,” she loudly declared, stomping over to the door.

“Great, do you have the keys?” Tim asked you once she was out the door waiting.

‘Oh so that’s what he’s doing.’

“Yeah hold on,” you said walking out from behind the counter and taking your keys out of your pocket and heading over to the door to lock it.

As you inserted the keys to lock the door, the lady locked out looked at you - appalled.

“Alrighty, so do you want your usual?” you tilted your head towards your favorite customer.

“Yes please. But before that I’ll have to head to the bathroom, I have Karen germs on me now,” he grimaced heading towards the other side of the café.

Nodding your head, you return to your spot behind the register before taking out your phone.

TIMESKIP — 12:01 AM

As you were closing up shop, your mind began to wander to places you thought you forgot about long ago.

‘Do I actually like Tim that way? I mean, I know a lot of people do but we actually have a physical connection and I’d like to say we’re more than acquaintances, right? I mean he said that I’m his favorite barista so that has to mean something and he’s my favorite customer. But are you sure it’s not because he gives you a $20 tip? I… think? Oh damn am I really that shallow? Wait, do I actually like a guy named Tim?’

‘Eh whatever. These feelings will pass by and be buried just like the rest of my crushes… right? I mean like he’s pretty, he’s not an ass, he knows how to get rid of annoying customers, but- ugh. I hate this. Why do feeling feel?!’

As you unlock the door to your apartment you exasperatedly put your stuff down and flop your body on the couch in front of your TV.

‘…so theoretically, if I did have feelings for Tim… would I do anything about them? Should I do anything about them?’

Looking up from your face plant onto the couch cushions, you let out a groan, “Man… so that shit is definitely not theoretical huh?”

‘KNOCK. KNOCK.’

Lifting up your whole body to look at the sliding glass door that lead to your balcony you see that it was none other than a non-caped bluesader with Cardinal Red Robin carried underneath his arm.

You both stared at each other through the glass for a moment; Nightwing knocking on the glass every 10 seconds, before rolling your body off the couch and opening the door for the malnourished man to be plopped into your arms.

“That’s two IOU’s Nightwing.”

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Alpha!Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Omega!Reader. I’ll keep you here.

yet again for @707bot1

Tw: Toxic relationship, GP, pregnancy, mentions of birth, angst, alcohol

The bell rung out loud, and you quickly packed up your bag, making your way out of the classroom. You could see Vanessa waiting for you. You quickly made your way up to her, taking her by the arm as she walked you through campus.

“ sweetheart, I don’t know why you keep going to those classes when we could just relax at the house. And I could get care of you~ “

“ nessy, you know what graduation means to me. I need to make air that I graduate in time so I can get a good job after college. Besides, we have plenty of time to relax afterwards. Like right now, I’m done with classes for the day. “

Vanessa smirked, picking up her walking pace as you headed towards the fraternity and Soroity neighborhood.

“ yes, let’s go relax~ “

*~*

The walk didn’t take long, and now you and Vanessa were snuggled up on her bed, Vanessa scrolled through her phone, while you stayed cuddled up in her arms. You felt her grab you and pull you ontop of her, kissing you gently.

“ baby..god how I love these little moments~ why don’t I show you how much I love you being here~ “

“ nessy, p-please, it’s still pretty early..”

“ but I love you. Don’t you love me baby? “

You blushed, glancing off and chuckling. She hadn’t said she loved you directly in a while, it wouldn’t be that be that bad, could it?

“ ok, ok. Yes Vanessa, I love you so much. Will you just..be a bit gentle? “

“ no promises princess~ “

She pushed you off gently, standing up over the bed, teasingly removing her crop top.

“ ness, don’t tease. Lemme do it~ “

You sat up, grabbing the shirt from her hands and pulling it off her, helping her undo her bra afterwards. Vanessa pulled you into a kiss, passionately making out with you as she worked on pulling your leggings off. As her bra dropped, she pushed you back onto the bed, running her fingers through your folds as she held her kiss.

“ o-oh Vanessa~ “

“ shh…let me do my work…”

She pushed you back down, pulling her skirt down. And letting her panties drop you could see herself getting hard, as she leaned down and grinded against you. You could feel her dick throbbing against you, before she flipped you over, pushing your head into a nearby pillow.

“ your gonna fucking take me, and I don’t care how loud you scream, your gonna take whatever I give you. I’m going to keep you here with me. “

With a snarl, she slid into you. You let out a small whine, and she started her thrusts, holding your waist to keep you still. She was big, long mainly. Her pelvis would hit your ass with a loud slap, and you’d feel the tip of her dick slam against your cervix. You cried out your moans, holding onto the pillow as you tried to lift your head, only to have it slammed back into the pillow.

“ Stay. Down. It makes it easier for me. “

“ M-Mmph. V-v-Vanessa! I-I- A-ah! “

Her thrusts grew faster, as she lifted you up by your hair, her breath was hot against your neck. She bit down on your mark, she has left it the night you two started dating, and every time she should she could she’d make it deeper, more noticeable than before.

“ your going to make such a pretty mom, y/n~ “

“ h-huh? N-ness no-! “

You were slammed back into the pillow, one of her hands on the back of your head, the other holding your hips. You could feel her movements sputtering, as you tried to squirm against her.

“ V-Vanessa you know I-i can’t get pregnant right now! I-I have school! “

“ even b-better than…”

With a last few thrusts, you could feel the silky ribbons of her cum spurt into you. Vanessa let out a groan, as she pumped in a few more times, getting every drop out of you, and making sure it stayed in you. She eased up on your head, panting as you sat up. Tears swelled in your eyes, as she held your face and kissed you gently.

“ Vanessa w-what have you done! N-no I need to go get meds- “

“ your not going to get shit. It’s Friday, and you’re staying here all weekend. And I’ll breed you as many times as I have to, too make sure you stay pregnant. “

You sobbed against her, burrying your head into her stomach. She whipped your tears away with her thumb, before pulling you up to her, lounging on the bed as she settled you ontop of her.

“ please i need to take the pills, i-i can’t be pregnant right now Vanessa! L-let me go! “

Vanessa gripped your thighs, grinding against your folds. You tried to push away from her, but she was strong, and she could keep you in place no matter how much you fought against her.

“ cmon baby, look at me. I’m All hard again, I need your help again~ “

“ n-no more Vanessa…”

“ not the right answer dear…”

Vanessa tutted, and held you down onto her dick. You cried out again, as she held your sides to move you to her pleasure, like you were a fleshlight.

“ I can’t get over this pussy baby, I’m just so in love with it…I love you baby~ “

“ I-i love y-you too va-Vanessa…”

You cried quietly, straddling her hips and starting to ride her yourself, which made Vanessa smile. You couldn’t stop crying, you were ruined, she was going to keep you pregnant. You’d fail college, everyone would hate you, and you’d be stuck with her.

That’s it. That’s why she was doing this. To trap you, to keep you here because of this baby. You didn’t know what to feel, except to sob harder. Vanessa chuckled, like she knew what you were thinking, holding your hips again as she thrusted into you more. You could feel the base of her knot grow thicker against your folds.

“ you feel that princess? You feel how you get me swollen? So fucking tight, so deep…such a pretty…girl…”

“ Please p-please just stop!! V-Vanessa I can’t! “

With your last bit of strength you tried to push off her, but her grip would only tighten, and her nails would dig deeper in your thighs.

“ you can…and you will..f-fuck-! “

And with one final slam, she slid her knot into you, and you could feel her cumming in you again. You panted, weakly collapsing onto her, tightly gripping her shoulders as she hugged you. She kissed against your neck again, and covered the two of you with the blanket.

“ fuck…your gonna make such a pretty mama baby…I want a strong, healthy Alpha just like me. Now get some rest, and don’t even think about trying to get out when I lossen up. “

You couldn’t argue with her, you couldn’t even speak. You’d sobbed so hard it strained you. You simply just feel asleep in her arms, knowing it hurt to much to move.

*~*

It had been 3 months sense you and Vanessa had that delightful evening. You had met yourself go mentally, barely keeping up in school for the anxiety of it all. Stacie had been your best supporter in all this, listening to you as you expressed your fears for the child.

You finally did the test, and yes, you were positive. You knew it deep down that you were, that she did enough to make sure you were pregnant.

You had to tell her, you couldn’t raise this baby alone. You needed her, you needed her support. Stacie drove you up to the sorority house, squeezing your hand before you got out, heading inside.

“ Vanessa…? “

“ y/n? Well what are you doing here this time of day, don’t you have a class~? “

“…I’m skipping…Vanessa..”

She waltzed up to you, pulling you into her and kissing you gently. She smirked, like she already knew. You held her arm as she walked you up to her bedroom, sitting you in her chair at her vanity. She started brushing your hair, looking at you through the mirror.

“ well, what brings you here baby~ “

“….nessy…”

Tears began to fall from your face. You had rehearsed multiple times to make sure you wouldn’t cry, but it was too much. You had to tell her, it was to late now.

“ I’m pregnant….you got what you wanted…”

Vanessa dropped the brush down, smiling as she ran her fingers through your hair, starting to broad it before speaking.

“ good. I’m so happy dear. Want me to drive you to the headmasters office to start your drop out work? “

“ w-what? No, I’m not dropping out. I can’t, I’m so close to graduation. I need to do this. “

Vanessa expression dropped, shaking her head as she stepped up, waltzing towards the door. You quick got up, grabbing her arm.

“ n-no your not leaving are you? You can’t leave, I can’t be alone with this baby Vanessa! “

“ I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to call my father and tell him the news, even though I despise him, he should know. “

She pulled you into her once again, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“ I’m not leaving you, and you know you can’t leave me. I know my baby is going to be the best thing to grace this earth. Will you be moving in? “

“ I-I’ll have to. Can I spend a…a few more nights in the dorm…just to pack up..?”

“ of course princess…now get going. You’re going to make such a pretty mom y/n, such a pretty girl…”

You made your way back outside the house, Stacie was still there waiting for you. You sat in the car and remained silent as she drove.

“ I’m sorry y/n…..I wish things were different..”

“ I wish so too Stacie….im moving in with her, I’ll have to pack up…”

Stacie glanced over at you, you could see she was disappointed, but she knew she couldn’t change it.

“ Stacie listen to me…this baby..they need a safe person. They need someone incase anything happens to me. I want you to be the godmother Stacie. And no matter what I say anywhere else, you are the godmother, understand? “

“ y/n are you sure- “

“ I’m positive. Please. Do this for me. “

Stacie held your hand as she pulled into the parking lot. She pressed her forehead to yours and nodded.

“ I will, I’ll be the best godmother they can have…”

“ thank you…”

*~*

The buildup to the birth was awful. The moment you told your friends, the news spread like wildfire. Everyone knew, and your professors weren’t especially pleased.

“ well are you dropping out? “

“ how will you be able to balance all this? “

“ why would you let yourself do this? “

The worst part of it was everyone thought you trapped Vanessa with the baby. You didn’t have a clue how it started, probably another sorority girl. Everyone gave you dirty glares, you were practically outcasted from anything you did. And no matter how hard you begged, Vanessa never said anything, infact she encouraged it, she’d act nervous if someone brought it up.

*~*

Then was William, Vanessa father. He came as soon as he could, and him and Vanessa had yelling matches louder than any you’d hear. But William was never rude to you, helping you move on and bringing you gifts for both the baby and you.

William and you were painting one of the spare rooms to be the babies room. You didn’t expect to live here much longer after you two graduated, but you figured it should have a good place to sleep.

“ I’m sorry she did this to you. I’ll be here to help as much as possible. “

“ thank you, Mr Afton, but I feel like Vanessa won’t like- “

“ Vanessa going through stuff. She’s in no mental state to help you, she probably never has. I..I give her to much guff…Vanessa lost her mother at a young age…”

William stayed focused on painting, he was a master at it, his strokes perfectly planned out and gorgeous on the previous white walls.

“ she…just dosent want to loose people again. You mainly, so that’s why she’s done this…I’m just happy it’s not one of theses cracked up bimbos, and it’s a respectable lady like you. Take care of my grandbaby y/n, will ya? “

You’d smiled softly, holding your small, but noticeable baby bump and nodding.

“ I will…and even though I’m upset, I know Vanessa will be a good mom…I’m just..worried about school mostly…”

“ hey. I’ll cover anything you need. I admire you for not dropping out. You know Vanessa pissed about it? “

“ oh I know. And sir, you don’t need to do that for me, I don’t know were you get all this money, but you spend enough on Vanessa “

He laughed, bending down to dip his brush in paint before continuing his work.

“ freelance engineering gets me plenty of dough. And trust me, as soon as she’s done, she’s cut off. You’re a good girl y/n. You’ll make a hell of a good mom too. “

*~*

He was the nicest person so far. Your family was a second though, they came up for the baby shower, Vanessa had left you alone for a couple hours for you to spend with your family. They had bought plenty of diapers and clothes, and although upset of when you had become pregnant, they were excited none the less.

“ oh y/n. You’re so lucky to have Vanessa! She’s been taking good care of you, correct? “

“ y-yes mom. She put the whole gender reveal together for next month, I’m very excited…”

*~*

Truth be told, Vanessa hadn’t done much. Yes, she put together the gender reveal, but she grew meaner, never physically hurting you, but her words would make you sob for hours. She drank more too, she knew better than to let herself go to far, but she’d stumble into bed wasted and Babble about random things.

“ I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry I’m such a horrible horrible human being. I don’t deserve you or this baby, I love you. I love you so much more than you could ever know. I’m just such a god awful person I can’t show it. “

And every time she’d babble about that, the next morning when she’d sober up she wouldn’t say a word, and would yell at you if you tried to bring it up.

*~*

When you were seven months pregnant, you two finally had the baby shower. Vanessa rented out a hotel center, and had dozens of blue and pink flowers everywhere. You were clung to her side for all of it, only eating when she did.

For the reveal, she got a huge three tier cake, with each layer being the color of the gender. It finally came the time, and she walked you up to the cake, handing you the knife and smiling.

“ I think you should do the honors darling. And Remeber, big smiles for our guests~ “

You chuckled, and gently cut out a peice. The cake has a pink inside, a girl. You squealed and Squeezed Vanessa, pulling her down into you and kissing her deeply. A roar of applause cheers came from the guests, and Vanessa chuckled, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“ I love you y/n…”

“ I love you more Vanessa! “

You were overwhelmed with joy, you and a daughter, like Vanessa wanted. But mostly you got to have a daughter, a daughter you could raise and love as your own.

In the midst of all the emotions, Vanessa swiftly bent to one knee, pulling a small case from her pocket and opening it. Inside sat a beautiful rose go ring, with three beautiful pink diamonds in the middle, and surrounded by smaller normal diamond. Your heart stopped as you realized what she was doing.

“ Y/N L/N. Ever sense the moment we met, I knew I wanted to spend my whole life with you. And this pregnancy has just made it even more clear. And after you graduate, I’ll keep you safe with me forever. Will you marry me? “

You froze. She planned this all out, every moment, every detail. The moment you put that ring on you were hers, forever. The thought scared you, but you couldn’t say no. You where in front off all your friends, family, everyone. So, you took a breath, pulling up your best smile and letting the tears fall freely.

“ y-yes…yes Vanessa I’ll…..I’ll marry you! “

Another roar of cheers came from the crowd, and Vanessa slid the ring onto your finger, standing up and pulling you into a deep kiss. She leaned into you, and cooed into your ear.

“ good girl…you’ll make such a pretty wife y/n….now keep on smiling, I don’t want any more tears…”

You only nodded, pulling the smile back on your face as Vanessa handed you the slice of cake, other people lining up to get there alive after you. You had to keep smiling, keep going. You could cry when you got home tonight.

*~*

Finally. You had given birth. The process was hard and grueling, but Vanessa stayed by your side he whole time, silently watching and holding your hand. And then she was born. 7 pounds 4 ounces, with beautiful green eyes and small wisps of blonde hair.

“ congratulations, she’s a strong healthy alpha, like her mother. Here you go, gentle, Remeber to support the head. “

Everything felt lighter now, like all the stress you had was lifted off your shoulders. You held your baby girl and felt accomplished, felt loved for the first time in months. You looked up at Vanessa and you could see her glancing at the baby from the side of her eye.

“ do you want to hold her Vanessa…? “

She didn’t answer, she just bent down and accepted the baby, holding her close against her chest. You smiled as you watched, Vanessa gaze seemed softer, softer than you’d seen in a while. Suddenly, the baby let out a shrill cry, and Vanessa was shaken from her trance. She handed you back the baby and stood back, letting the nurses go up to you.

“ she’s just hungry, don’t worry. That’s a mama task. “

The nurse joked, and helped you sit up. You helped the baby find you and let her eat. Vanessa didn’t watch, but she didn’t look at her phone, she just couldn’t look at you.

“ I think I should go and get the rest of our stuff y/n. I’ll be…I’ll be back before the sun goes down… “

“ oh..o-ok Vanessa…what about her name- “

“ Elizabeth. You can choose the middle name. I’ll be back…”

Elizabeth. That was a wonderful name, Elizabeth…Riley Shelly. That had a good ring to it. Vanessa was gone before you could say anything, only being left with the two nurses, who seemed uneasy.

“ uhm…would you like me to check for visitors, if your ready for them. “

“ y-yes…I belive there should be one…William Afton. He can come in. “

The nurse dipped her head and left the room. While you waited, the other nurse went over simple things like diaper changes and how to hold the baby. William came in only a few minutes later, and had the biggest smile when he saw the baby, who was now wrapped in a gentle blanket with a small red baby beanie on.

“ oh y/n….shes beautiful…can i..? “

You smiled and nodded, handing her off to Williams gentle hands. He sat in the chair near you and smiled, rocking her gently before looking back up at you.

“ Elizabeth Riley Shelly…”

“….that was Vanessa mother’s name…I can see why she wanted it…she looks just like her…”

“ oh…did you see Vanessa go? “

William quickly sat up, his eyes widening at you.

“ she’s not here? “

“ she went to go get the rest of my stuff…”

He grew silent. You could tell he was pissed, enraged even. But he wouldn’t yell, not here, not after everything.

“ she proposes to you. Which may I say I had no idea was happening. She made your pregnancy hell. And now. She dosnt even stay for your baby. “

“ s-shell be back…I know she will..”

William sighed, handing you back Elizabeth, leaning back in the chair. He glanced around the room, before back at you.

“ do you really think so hun? “

“….she said she would…”

“…..do you want something to eat..I’ll get ya anything…”

Your heart dropped, and tears welled around your eyes. The nurses saw and slowly made their way over to try and usher him out.

“ I want Vanessa…”

William stood up, understanding the nurse’s silent requests.

“ I’ll do what I can. I’ll be back Tomorrow y/n. Get some rest…”

You only nodded, holding your baby tight against your chest as she left. You felt like you could sob right now. You had to many emotions you didn’t know how to handle. How were you ever going to pass college.

“ nurse, he came come back tomorrow, don’t worry about it,..”

“ alright. Get some rest maam, we’ll come back and check on you in a hour. “

*~*

Just like William said, Vanessa didn’t come back. You were in the hospital for three days, alone, desperately waiting for her. But she never showed up. William drove you home, and helped carry all the stuff inside and up to the room. You carried the baby in, looking around for Vanessa, the other girls where all out at there classes or god knows where.

And there she was, Vanessa Shelly, sitting at the kitchen counter drinking herself away. She glanced up at you, then Elizabeth, then back at her can.

“ nessy..why didn’t you come back… “

“ I couldn’t face it….im sorry…”

You stepped up to her, finally locking eyes with her. You could tell she was exhausted, she probably hadn’t slept at all.

“ Will you hold her..? “

“…not now…go put her down and you lay down…I’m sure my father will be in here soon..”

She muttered, turning back to her drink. You sighed, and left the kitchen with out another word. You headed upstairs and laid Elizabeth down in the new crib by your side of the bed. William knocked before coming in, looking at you with a solemn expression.

“ don’t talk to Vanessa when you leave. It’ll be easier, no yelling. “

“ alright. Get some rest y/n. I’m staying in town a few more weeks, you have my number if you need anything. “

And with that he left. You laid down in bed, and let your exhaustion take you, falling asleep almost instantly.

*~*

“ y/n get up…she’s crying..”

You were shooken awake by Vanessa, and quickly jolted up. Vanessa was holding Elizabeth, bouncing her gently before handing her off to you. You quickly got up and brought her to the changing table, quickly and easily changing her with ease. Elizabeth settled down, and you brought her back into the bedroom.

“ how did you hear her so fast..? “

“…I was holding her…don’t worry about it. I think it’s time for her to eat. I need my alpha big and strong. I’ll leave you too it y/n…call me if you need anything…”

You nodded, and Vanessa made her way out. You stoped her before she left, stuttering to find your words.

“ I-i love you!! “

“….i love you too… and i love you too Elizabeth..”

You smiled, and sat down. Vanessa quietly closed the door behind her as you prepared the baby for her meal. Vanessa loved you. She adored and loved this baby. Things would be ok, and no matter how hard college was, or whatever Vanessa was going to go on about next, she loved this baby. And that kept you safe.

And you loved her.

[alien-magnolia]

can we please have a sequel to spoiled? maybe with cockwarming??

Definitely :) here it is! I will be more active on my page from now on after a short break, so expect some more stuff to come!!

Spoiled: Part Two

Fic Description: A late autumn Saturday: Joel decides to take his sickeningly sweet neighbor out for the night, their relationship reaches to further heights.

Tw: Daddy issues/ kink!, dom-coded! Joel miller, sub-coded! hyperfem reader, alcohol use, dark!Joel, creampie, breeding!

Wc: 2.7k

Saturday, October 16, 2001. 6:57 PM. 

——

Joel Miller stands under the hot, pressurized water of the shower, washing off all the dirt and insulation dust he had on his thick arms. He had just come back from a shift at the construction site — there were plans for a new house to be done by December. Time was not to be wasted. He usually would have stayed until nine in the evening. Not tonight. 

Tonight, he was going to see that sweet girl again. He couldn’t believe how in the world, he could’ve gotten a hold of her. She was his neighbor, and it was meant to stop at that. However, it didn’t. The man did feel a bit guilty. He was fifty-six. She was twenty. Should he have not been doing this? What would the others say? Surely — he was glad nobody else knew about their relationship. He was sure the girl’s parents — quite affluent, would not be pleased. Yet, he did not care. This girl was the best god-damn thing that’s ever happened to him. He was not going to lose her. 

He stumbles out of the shower, the hair on his legs getting caught on the towel, which he quickly dried himself with. A plain black t-shirt, jeans, his nicest belt. He rarely wore sneakers, yet he put them on tonight. Cologne. Lots of it. Slicked back hair with a tiny comb. A light jacket — for her. Shaving cream, a razor. He couldn’t have too much stubble, of course. 

He rushes out the door, expertly deflecting Sarah’s questions. Soon enough, he waits in his truck. Her parents were home tonight, so she was to sneak out the back door, and nonchalantly get into his truck. There she was. 

A white skirt, pink top. A little sparkly necklace. Diamond earrings, he was sure. Her dainty hands struggled opening the door of his Chevy pickup. She musters, finally, getting into the seat. 

“Hi, Joel,” she giddily says to him, smile as wide as his. “Hi, honey. Quick now, let’s close that door so nobody sees us,” with that, his arm reaches over to close it shut, finally giving them the privacy they needed. 

“Kiss?, she asks, batting her eyelashes, waiting. “Not now, hun. Don’t want anyone to see us. When we get there, yeah?,” he comforts her with a hand on her thigh, his calloused fingers squeezing and kneading the soft plushness of it. She crosses her legs over his arm, squeezing him back. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Not now, sweetie. At my house, yeah?” 

She nods obediently. “There’s a good girl.” The drive to the bar was mostly silent, as Joel’s thumb continued tracing circles on her thigh, while she nervously squirmed in the gray seat of the car. 

“We’re here.” “Lemme open that door for you, honey.” She agrees as he gets out of the car first, running over to open the door for her. Her small hand in his, he helps her step out of the large truck. She was very small, after all. A hand around her hip as they walk into the building. Everyone needed to know, she was his, after all. 

~ 2nd person point of view ~

Joel’s hand was around your hip as he led you into the pub. It looked Irish, with a rowdy crowd of middle aged men, all instantly turning their heads to peer at you. You did not like the attention, your hand reaching to Joel’s arm for some sense of comfort. “S’okay, sweetie. They won’t hurt ya. You’re with me, yeah?” You nod. 

At the counter, Joel orders for both of you: a shot glass and a bottle of Jack Daniels whisky for him, and for you: a Strawberry Daiquiri, extra sugar, pretty and pink. Joel’s inextricably large fingers grab the small shot glass, pouring himself that bottled auburn fire. You don’t know how he drank it — it was awful to your tastes. You nurse your cocktail, enjoying the mellow, fruity taste of it. 

“How’s your drink, hun?” You smile and nod, telling him that it’s good, while taking light sips through the red and white straw, puckering your lips — and your eyes on his lips. 

The alcohol was getting to you. You were a bit of a lightweight, after all. “Feeling okay?,” his hand comes up to your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to him. His body warmth did make you feel a little better. “I think the daiquiri was a little strong, Joel,” you reply. “Why don’t we go outside and get some air, yeah?,” he offers. You agreed, and he paid for the tab, helping you get off the high up stool by lifting you down by your waist. Your skirt was a little raised, and a few of the seedy working class regulars at the bar decided it was a chance for them to stealthily take a few glances. Joel noticed. 

He quickly puts your cardigan on you, without you asking, and fixes your skirt, standing in front of you to block the men’s view of you. “What happened?,” you innocently ask, seeing if he will explain himself to you. “Come. Let’s go outside. Saw these men looking at what’s mine,” he huffs, in a tone of mild annoyance. You grab onto his large, veiny arm, as your heels stumble a bit on the gravelly asphalt.

He leads you back to his pickup, sternly telling you to wait, as you try to open the door for yourself.”I’ll get that for ya, hun. Didn’t want us to be seen too much, especially at the bar. Our situation — well, maybe it is a bit taboo, if that makes sense,” he explains to you, as he comes to your side of the car to open the door, and lift you up onto the seat. Again — without you asking. His casual dominance was very much getting to you. 

“I know, Joel. It must be weird for those people seeing someone like you, with someone like me. I still want to be yours, though,” you mutter, batting your eyelashes, (which were currently sporting your very expensive mascara) your pink acrylic nails fiddling with your diamond necklace. 

“S’fine. I’d want to keep a pretty thing like yourself, around, yeah? We’ll just keep it a bit of a secret. Especially from your parents,” he suggests, his medium brown mustache tickling your cheek as he gives you a gentle kiss. You nod, agreeing. 

The drive home was filled with a few jokes and giggles, as Joel tried to lighten the mood. It worked, a little bit. One hand on the steering wheel, the other hand on your thigh. Your soft thighs squeezed around his hand, making him shift in his seat a little. He parks the truck on the other side of the street, as not to be seen going into the neighbor’s house by his daughter. 

In the dark, with only one street light illuminating your path, the two of you walk to your porch, your hands sliding in the key to your door. You struggle to push open the door once it is unlocked. “Let me, yeah?,” Joel chuckles, and you watch how his muscles bulge from underneath that green jacket of his, how tightly his belt sits on his waist…

“You okay there, sweetie? Got it open for ya. This door is a heavy son of a bitch.” You nod, laughing at his joke, the feeling between your legs growing more hot by the second. 

He sits on the couch, motioning for you to join him. He turns on the tv, the two of you cuddling while mindlessly watching the latest episode of reality tv. The both of you are still a bit inebriated from the alcohol. You feel it as Joel’s breath quickens, heart as well, you heard it as you were laying down on his chest. He sits up momentarily to take off his jacket, revealing a skin tight — simple, yet attractive, gray t-shirt. 

“Was a little hot in here, hun. You sure you don’t want to take off that lil’ sweater of yours?,” he asks, a smile like the Cheshire Cat. “Okay,” you agree, and his rough hands slide the expensive and delicate fabric off of you, revealing your tank, your neck, your shoulders. So smooth. So young.

You smile, laying down on him again. You ask him a bit more about his job, eager to listen to him explain it to you. Someone as yourself could never partake in construction work — yet your curiosity got the better of you. You imagined him working under the sun, in a dirty uniform, using all his strength to handle construction tools and materials. 

“Joel,” you squeak. He grunts back as an answer. A cue to go on. “How strong are you?,” you ask him. It was finally time to set the mood for tonight. 

He chuckles. “Well, I handle some pretty rough tools and stuff like that at my job. Requires some muscle, ‘guess.” “Can I feel?,” you sweetly ask, looking up at him. 

He nods, smiling down at you as your tiny hands run over his wide biceps. You give them a little squeeze. “Very strong,” you chuckle. You move your hand up to his beard, feeling it’s toughness on your smooth palm. 

“Is my sweetheart gettin’ a lil’ antsy?,” he taunts, with his southern drawl, which you imagined would vibrate nicely against your puffy pussy. “Yes, Joel. Yes, um… daddy?,” you question, you could not remember if he liked that or not. “Yeah. Call me that, sweets. I’m old enough to be your dad anyways. Might as well, outta respect, yeah?,” he asks, his large body now moving over on top of you.

His calloused hands come up to cage you into the couch, as the two of you start fervently making out. His hands trail and explore your body, squeezing your hips, your thighs, your chest. One hand rests on your hip, swiftly maneuvering you into a position in which he can easily reach. Soon enough, you feel the large bulge in his jeans palm against your thigh, alongside some huffs from Joel. 

“Thigh’s so soft, hun. How’d you get it to be like this, huh,” his husky voice sends chills straight down to your core. “Wanna, Joel… Wanna…taste you,” you plead with him, manicured hands running through his faded brown-gray locks.

“Daddy’s girl askin’ nicely, yeah? You’ll get your fill, sweets. I just need to have my fun first,” he huskily replies to you, and with that, skilled fingers begin reaching under your skirt, trailing over your pretty pink thong. His eyes turn wide when he sees your lace thong — draped over a smooth and curvy body. 

His hands trail over the little bow on the piece,  just above the plumpness of your pussy. “So fucking sweet. Lemme get a taste.” 

You moan as you feel his beard on your soft tummy, on your thighs, his plush lips kissing in ALL the right places. You feel a few tiny kisses on the plush of your already swollen pussy. His calloused fingers trail up your hips. 

“Legs up, girl.” You do as told, and he slides the thong right off you. Spreading your legs apart, he starts to kiss and lick at your puffy pussy with fervor, like a man starved. You feel the rumble of his deep voice against your clit— and it only makes you squirm for him even more. “Joel!! Ah” — you squeal, watching as his deep brown eyes look up at you from between your legs. He continues, hands tracing circles on your sensitive belly and hips, tongue alternating patterns, while lapping up at your lips. 

“Joel..,” you whine. “Too much for ya, princess? Gonna have to lay there and take it,” he huffs in response. “Joel. Not enough. Want your… hah!!,” you can’t finish your sentence as you feel two of his fingers start to slide into you. 

“Want my what? What is it, hun?,” he taunts. “Your cock. I - uh…,” you trail off, lost in thought as Joel tries to figure out what you’ve been going on about. 

“Sweet girl wants daddy’s cock, yeah? Gotta wait, hun,” he huffs, and momentarily lifts himself off of you. “Been thinkin’ about your tight cunt. Jesus,” he groans, explaining himself to you, as he pulls his fingers out of you, as his hands work quickly to unbuckle his jeans, revealing gray boxers: sporting a tent, soaked with a bit of precum. 

“Have a lil’ taste, sugar. Come on now, don’t be shy.” You oblige, smiling up at him as you press your nose into the tufts of his pelvic hair. Your small hands gently cups his bulge, massaging a little. You gently pull off his heavy jeans all the way down, running your hands over his muscular thighs, nice, warm, pressing against your neck. Joel lays down, hands on your hips guiding you to straddle his lap. 

He watches you with hooded eyes, as you pepper his abdomen and happy trail with little kisses. Your bubblegum pink lipstick stains his boxers, you look up at him with concern, he nods, as if it is the ‘go-ahead,’ for you. He didn’t mind, and you were glad. 

You press a few gentle kisses to the tip of his cockhead, running your tongue over the soft, smooth, skin. Your fingers gently trail up and down his shaft, massaging circles into it. You look up at him, while pressing a few kisses to his lower abdomen, his shaft, his balls. His head is thrown back, deep brown eyes still on you, mouth parted, panting. You couldn’t believe you could make him feel this good. “Keep going, sugar. Jus a lil’ more, and daddy’ll have his cock ready for ya,” he pants out, barely there because of your pink lips working their magic on him. 

You make sure to kiss his balls too, gently, while cupping them in your hand. You take half his cock down your throat, trying your best not to gag. “Always wanted a girl to throat train,” he chuckles, as he pets your head, your eyes constantly watching each other. 

You take a break from suckling his shaft and cockhead in your warm throat. He suddenly comes on top of you again, pushing you down into the couch. Your hands grip his broad chest, his shoulders. “Think my girl’s ready for some cock now, yeah? Gonna breed her, see if she likes it,” he tells you, in between planting wet kisses on your tits, your neck, pausing a bit to suckle and bite your nipples :) <3 

Your back arches as he continues his treatment of your now erect nipples, hands groping your soft tummy and hips. His now angry, red and leaking cock, is aligned with your puffy entrance. You are his meal. His meal that he is about to very much enjoy.

“Let’s see how much this pretty pussy can take, sweetheart,” he groans, caging you into him again. With your legs over his back, your soft chest against his hairy, chiseled one, he starts to pound into you with great vigor and strength. His cockhead instantly reached that spot inside of you, that made you see stars. It was warm, pulsating inside you, giving your pussy the best treatment it’s had yet. His plump balls press against your red, swollen, lips, as you hear the sound of your skin slapping against his. His grip on your hips tightened, to the point that it was painful. Just a few more seconds, and the both of you were done for. 

“Daddy…,” you barely manage to choke out, overwhelmed by his thick cock bullying your puffy pussy. “Gonna breed you, sweets. You just stay still now.” Joel kept his word, as the both of you reached climax, you felt his hot seed spill into you, almost up until your cervix. Your head swimmed and spun with thoughts of him making you his, his property, his breeding slut, his breeding cow. You were so giddy, you couldn’t wait. 

After the both of you were finished, you fell asleep in his arms. You didn’t notice as he got you back into your original clothes from the night, taking his time to adjust your expensive jewelry. He even cleaned up the couch, and carried you up to your room. “Night, sweets. Thanks for showing me a great time,” he whispers, prickly mustache planting a kiss on your forehead, and leaving your room and house, to go back to his run of the mill life — as simply your next door neighbor.

A/n: if you like this post, pls reblog - it’ll help a writer like me out <3

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

The investigation- chapter 4 Colby x y/n 🧸

CONTENTS: more y/n Lore, tw⚠️ Scratches and blood, fluff, bit of angst, implied sex, cliffhanger

AUTHOURS NOTE: ITS NOT AS BAD AS IT SOUNDS OKAY I’m definitely overstating the angst part and please like and let me know how you feel I worked hard on this. Sorry it took a while to make. I think I might put it on wattpad but if I do I won’t stop posting it here I will post it one both. Ty for reading

Skip to later in the tour

we were in the kitchen and the medium was explaining about the satanic panic that happened for a while witch I found absolutely fascinating.

“They can also form themselves are other entities, like a youthful energy” Colby said

“yes they can desguise themselves” she answered

“and one of the popular theories is that sallie is not just a little girl” Sam added

-skip a bit bc the thing didn’t go off on Colby’s forhead bc he had the necklace-

As we went up the stairs and through the rooms. I felt a strange presence like someone was watching us. They weren’t hostile but they were curious “there’s a woman’s presence here” said the medium reading my mind. Colby put his hand in mine

“is it like..hostile or?” sam asked

“ she just observeing by us” the black pendulum said waving the equipment over the closet “and tall”

“she’s like, ‘whatcha guys looking at?’” We all chuckled at sams joke

-skip to the investigation

While the others set up and checked the equipment seth pulled you out into the hallway for a conversation

“so uh..you have fun last night?” He asked jokeinly

“Uhh what” I say

“your hickeys” he said pointing at you neck

“oh OH OH. Seth I’m so sorry I didn’t even realize” I replied turning bright red with blush

“Lemme guess it was Colby?” He laughed

“how did you know?” I smiled

“y/n” he looked at me sarcastically “ I’m not blind it’s obvious to literally everyone”

(Colby’s pov)

I go over to get y/n and Seth for the investigation and see them laughing together

was Seth flirting with her! That was the first thought that crossed My mind mind. but I needed to calm myself I was jumping to conclusions.

“Time for the investigation” I said a little firm

“okay” y/n said cheerily as she walked into the investigation room but Seth stayed back and whispered in my ear

“ next time you two have ‘fun’ don’t leave such obvious marks on her”

I blushed heavily as we all went back into the investigation room. It’s funny how both Sam and Seth told me to try and keep my hands off y/n. Sam said that I should at least wait till we get back to the hotel before making out together in a haunted house. But it sure was hard she is so beautiful.

(end of Colby’s pov)

When we all got back into the room i see Sam standing over a rem pod with sallie toys all around it almost immediately the rem pod started going off in a very strange and specific pattern. It looked like the ghost was walking around the pod in circles. Obviously everyone freaked out a little bit because the rem pod had never gone off this way before.

“ wait what was that?” Sam said in a whisper we all quickly went over to see it and set up the music box. At first the music box was calibrating but then it started to go off. “Woahh” everyone reacted. For some reason I got bad chills and I was the only person who got this.

Ghosts had always been targeting me in particular more than anyone else. They would seek me out and touch me. They would say my name in the Estes method and would prefer to speak with me more than anyone else. I suppose this is because of my gifts and my connection with the afterlife. From now on I decided that I would try and honor my grandma’s legacy and tap into my abilities.

for majority the investigation went on well but I got this weird feeling as we went on. Like someone or more likely SOMETHING was trying to take hold of me. before we were about to do the Estes method I got this horrible feeling. Like my back was suddenly hot. Really hot. It felt like a burning pain

“ahh” I cried out as I fumbled from the pain

“What’s wrong?” Colby asked catching me

“y/n are you okay” sam said concerned

“ it’s - burning like — hurts so ba- cut” I stutter crying a bit into Colby’s arms.

he looked down “ oh my god” he exclaimed as he took the camera to show a long bleeding scratch all the way down my back. At this point I was crying because of the pain.

Sam and Seth went out to have a discussion about weather they should end the investigation here. They decided to leave me and Colby alone together.

And I collapsed into Colby’s arms as he comforted me “shh it’s okay baby” I cried even harder I felt weak for crying but I was so scared “I love you” I managed out in a shakeup voice he pulled me even closer. The blood had soaked through my white shirt at this point. “I love you too” he said trying to be strong for me but seeing her cry really broke his heart

little did I know thing were about to get a whole lot worse.

[terminally-outsiders-obsessed]

if your insert got hurt what would the gang do

OMG SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO GET TO THIS I honestly didn’t have any motivation to actually write so here we are

anyways lemme start yapping (warning might be a bit ooc but I’m trying really hard for it not to be so it’s not intentional)

TW: mention of wounds and being jumped n such, brief mention of weed, though it’s nothing too graphic (unless you count inexperience with drugs graphic /j). stay safe yall 💕

Darry

Darry is a father figure to Casper (as he is with most of the gang), and I can imagine two different scenarios

one: Casper got jumped (probably for snagging money from the socs for weed) and Darry lightly scolds him about being more careful around the socs and tries to encourage him not to get money from them

two: Casper just does something stupid, which leads to him getting way more harsh scolding

either way, Darry still scolds him (yet while patching him up)

Sodapop

oh sodapop you sweet man

for most of these it’s just gonna be in the context of Cas getting jumped

Sodapop thinks of Casper as another brother due to how close Casper and Ponyboy are, and also the Curtis’ by default

Sodapop is very comforting and such as he patches Cas up, making sure that he doesn’t hurt him too much while disinfecting his wounds

10/10 my favorite himbo /j

Ponyboy

had to leave and brainstorm then come back but I think I got an idea

Ponyboy acts a lot like Sodapop, yet less comforting but only because he’s a little awkward

Pony definitely doesn’t leave Cas alone for a little after, mostly because he knows that Cas is a particular target of the socs

Johnny

warning Johnny and Casper are gay and they kiss but they’re both boys oooooo

Johnny nearly tweaks when Cas gets jumped lmao

he’s like Ponyboy and is a bit awkward but less so because he has gotten jumped pretty bad before too ofc

after the Curtis brothers patch Cas up, Johnny and him go back to Casper’s

Casper can smoke weed in piece as he rests his head on Johnny’s chest and yaps about what happened then they pass out

I love my gays hi gays

Dally

Dally acts like he hates Casper but they act more like brothers

Dally laughs at him for getting jumped and then very seriously asks about what the socs look like so he can beat they ahh

Let’s up on their roughhousing until he knows Casper is healed bc he’s not a monster (debatable)

Steve

steve fans I’m so sorry idk what to write for lil bro, I’ll try to do a character study or smth later so I can think of something for him cries

one of yall should help me with Steve’s character I need assistance from the professionals

will update later if I think of anything

Two-Bit

two-bit is a silly goose omg

he shows genuine concern but also jokes around and they giggle together bc Casper is practically high 25/8 and finds everything funny

them and dally are such a trio omg I could write about them for days tbh (don’t ask me to it would take ten years)

mickey mouse is on while Casper is being patched up and both of them giggle and watch

my skrunle bungus 💕💕💕💕💕 the scrimblo bimblo 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

ANYWAYS THATS IT GAMERS YAYYYYYY sorry it took so long

everyone please send me asks if you have anything you want me to yap about!!!! okay byeeeeee

tagged ppl: @gay-poet-gabriel

[angel-shaw]

First draft of my Magnus Archive Fic!

This is the first “chapter” of my first TMA fic:) I am still working on it and I haven’t edited this at all yet but I really want some input and praise:3

I started this fic off of a dream that my TMA obsessed bf begged me to wright. I haven’t reached the main part that I am super excited about yet so expect more! For those who read this let me know if I should post this as a multi chapter fic and post this rn to Ao3 or if I should wait till I am done with it:)

Summary - Tim and John are trapped in a concrete room inside the Achrives, Nether knows what happened or how to get out so they have no choice but to sit in their together. (Takes place after season 1 and definitely before season 3, might make it so Sasha is fine because I can )

Currently at 8016 words:)

Tw: being trapped, paranoia, etc kinda stuff (lemme know if more needs to be tagged :). )

“Tim,” John said, shaking his counterpart.

“Tim you need to wake up, food is ready and you need to eat it hot.”

Underneath several thick blankets John heard heard tim mumble something along the lines of

‘I’m cold, fuck off.’

John sighed.

“I know your cold Tim but the warm food will help with that, please i don't want to fight you on this every time.”

The blankets shuffled quickly and John flinched back as Tim pulled the blankets down from his, very tired looking, face.

“Then don't! Leave me be! Why do you even care John? It's not like anything can be done about this so why not do what you've always done and either leave me alone or go speculate about whether or not I'm some possessed version of myself who will randomly decide to try and kill you for some obscure reason only you understand in a corner?!”

John stood frozen for a few seconds as Tim glared at him. When Tim started to shiver despite the blankets it snapped John out of his stupor. Instead of responding he instead held a hot bowl of soup out for Tim to take.

“This should help,” John whispered as Tim frowned.

It took a minute but Tim shifted to prop himself against the wall and took the bowl.

John took his own bowl and sat a little ways away from Tim as they both ate in silence.

This was their routine, minus Tims outburst normally. For the last 2 weeks Tim and John have been trapped in this room. It reminded John of the archival room without the shelves and boxes of statements. A stone room with no windows and only one door. John couldn't even remember how he and Tim had gotten there. He couldn't explain why they were stuck in there and even less of a clue where the food and resources came from. It felt like some kind of thing fucking with them. Giving them what they need to survive but not to get out.

At first he and Tim argued a lot, both scared and confused. Johns added paranoia didn't help that ether and seeing as how they were stuck together now 24/7 they had plenty of time to fight. That was until Tim started to get sick, it was so easy for John to notice the change. Tim started to shiver, at times John could even hear his teeth chattering. He stopped moving around the room and just stayed curled up under his blanket. One night John had waited till Tim had fallen asleep and threw his own blanket on top of Tims shivering form. The days following John had asked Tim if he was alright but was met with hostility. And that's how it had been the past week and a half. When Tim stopped eating John took it upon himself to make sure Tim had food to eat. He noticed when he ate Tim stopped shivering for a time so he made sure there was almost always a hot food for Tim to have when he started to violently shiver.

John and Tim rarely talked because it seemed it could only lead to another fight. So the silence the two fell into well eating no longer felt awkward.

When Tim placed his bowl down onto the stone floor he immediately withdrew into the two blankets.

“Do you want more?”

A muffled mumble.

Because John couldn't hear him he decided to move closer. He scooted up to the blanket and leaned down.

“What was that?’’

The entire blanket flinched and before he knew it a flash a pain shot through his nose. John flinched back and cried out, bringing his hands up to his face.

John's eyes were shut tight and he could feel the tears welling up behind his eyelids. He was too preoccupied feeling a hot wet liquid start to run down his hands and wrists to notice Tim and sat up and threw the blankets off of himself.

“Oh holy shit! John, I didn't realize you got so close. What the hell where you doing?! Shit are you ok? Oh holy fuck thats alot of blood. Shit shit SHIT! Here uhh just, just stay here. I'll go and find something, oh fucking hell theres so much blood’” Tims rant could barely be heard by John who was still sitting in shock and pain.

A few seconds later John felt Tims strong hands envelope his own, distantly he could hear Tims voice. It sounded…calmer than usual? No, not calmer… nicer.

“John come on, lemme see.”

John could feel his head shake, there weren't any real thoughts going through his mind really so he didn't know why.

“Hey come on, I kinda know how to fix it….a little…I won't make it worse at least.”

John felt his head shake harder. He really needed to stop doing that. It made his head hurt and him feel dizzy.

“Come on John, please let me help.”

Finally John let Tim pull his hands down, his eyes still shut tight and still in an immense amount of pain.

“Shit…Ok here,” Tim's voice was quiet as he started wiping around the nose, clearing some of the blood before holding it to John's face firmly.

“See that's not too bad right? We got this…no problem.”

Tim took a deep breath, “Ok John can you hear me?”

Again John could distantly feel himself nod, nothing felt real.

“Good, good. Ok so this next bit is gonna sting like a bitch right? It will be over quick though ok? Can I?”

Another nod, what was he even agreeing to?

And then the grasp on the cloth over his nose became much firmer before there was a loud crack and a fresh wave of pain with an overwhelming nausea flowing through him.

“Fuck!”

He could hear a lot clearer now, so much so that he could hear the hiss of Tim sucking air through his teeth.

“See,” Tim meekly tried, “Wasn't too bad ay?”

John finally opened his eyes, he could still feel how wet they were and to his displeasure he could feel that wetness stream down his face. Tim was still sat in front of him holding his nose with a weird look on his face.

It was a look John couldn't quite place, he had never been the best at reading people. Somehow always coming to the seemingly worst concussion possible.

“You ok John?”

Tims voice was quite soft, it was something John had noticed. Whenever Tim spoke to others, others like the random people who visited the archive or the food attendees at the outings he was forced to go on. He would question why talking to Tim made those people feel better, or at least good judging by their smiles. Now that that softness was directed at him he understood why those peoples smiles got bigger. He wanted Tim to keep talking to him like that.

“John?”

John looked up at Tim, still in shock from Tim REBREAKING HIS NOSE.

“Did you just break my nose..?”

Tim shifted uncomfortably, “Ya I'm sorry, I had to set it so it won't heal wrong…”

“That really hurt, like a lot….It still really hurts”

“Here just hold the cloth to it for now and the bleeding should stop soon, plus the pressure might help with the pain. It's what i did when i broke my nose”

John stared at Tim increadisully but talking moved his nose and made it hurt more so he decided to stay quiet.

Until he looked down and saw how much blood there was everywhere.

—----------

Tim watched as he saw John's breathing get faster, his eyes were huge as he looked at his hands and arms. The blood was still wet and dripping down his arms to the stone floor.

“John?”

No response from him, John didn't even look up at him.

“Jonathan, man are you ok?”

Again, no response. Faster breathing, it was starting to freak Tim out. Was John having a panic attack? Sure Tim had seen plenty, hell just working at the Archive meant a lot of people who were giving statements had a lot of them. John though, he was always so…well not really confident but he held himself in a way that made him seem untouchable.

Tim had seen him with his paranoia but it was never like this, he was always looking for a way to fix whatever he was paranoid about, even if he was bluntly wrong and being stupid. This…this was so different. John was panicking, worse than the panic Tim had seen during the Worm incident. Why was a broken nose worse than a worm burrowing itself into his skin?????

“John!”

Nothing.

“John, look at me.”

Tim was still holding the cloth, John had never reached his hands back up to take it himself. He was too busy…working himself into a panic attack???

Tim used that to his advantage, he tilted John's head up until his eyes shot to him.

“It's ok, you're ok. Nothing really happened right? You're all good. The pain will go away soon, you just need to breathe.”

John shook his head and looked back down at his hands.

“Is…is it the blood freaking you out?”

John didn't reply but as Tim contoured to follow his eyes he was pretty sure he was right.

“Shit ok, umm here, John.. John!”

John startled to look back up at Tim, he really did look panicked. Shit….

“Look John, just close your eyes ok? I'll take care of it. Come on, just close them. I'm not going anywhere…it's not like i can really, But I swear i'll take care of it”

John finally squeezed his eyes shut again, his breathing was still way too fast but it seemed like he was trying to calm that down so that was good.

Tim wasn't quite sure what to do after that. Now that he knew what the major problem was he should try to fix it right? But he was still holding on to John's nose so he couldn't go to the sink to get anything to help so what the hell was he going to do?

It was really cold out from his blankets, not as cold as before but still. He might fight John on it but the warm food really did help. John was so confusing, one day he was acting like Tim would snap and go on a random killing spree and now he was…trying to help him? It didn't make any sense.

Then Tim had an idea.

“Hey John, can you stand up?”

John nodded his head slowly.

“Ok good, well I need you to stand, I'll be right here k? You don't have to open your eyes, i'll lead you where we need to go.”

John nodded again. It took another moment for John to try to start standing, he almost fell and grabbed onto tims arms to stabilize himself.

Shit he has a weak ass grip-

“Hay it's alright,” Tim said quietly, “You can hold onto me.”

John's hands somehow ended up on Tims side as he stood, the two of them stood there letting balance be regained before struggling to move around the room.

—-----------

It was hard to stay standing with his legs shaking but he could feel Tims free hand helping to hold him up as they shuffled somewhere.

Where were they going? It couldn't be far of course, the two had stuck in this one room for what felt like so long now. Unless Tim had been lying and he had known a way out this entire time. What if all this was a plan?

No he was being unreasonable, he knew Tim. Tim wouldn't.

Before he could think anymore on it he heard tims muffled voice again.

“Ok I'm gonna lean you again here kk? Just lean here and I'll clean you up.”

John just nodded again.

See? He thought to himself. Tims good, Tim wouldn't lie like that. As prickly as he had been he hadn't done anything wrong and he was stuck here too.

Jonathan had always struggled with paranoia, he always needed someone or something to blame for everything. Even if it was himself that at least gave it a reason to happen, it gave an explanation he could wrap his head around. But when something he didn't understand or explain happened he always tried to reasonably put the blame onto someone. That someone just tends to be who else was with him. Even hard evidence against his accusation did little to rest his mind.

It had gotten worse over the years, working at the institute had started to help. Sure the stuff he knew was real was terrifying and he wished it were not, hense his dismissal of the cases, but they gave explanations. It gave him an odd sense of calm, knowing that. But the second something happened that he couldn't explain, something that just possibly could have been one of his coworkers, he fell deep into a rabbit hole of mistrust and dishonesty. His pariona got so bad, he knew it affected his coworkers in negative ways, because they told him. Tim expressly got fed up with his actions.

In the time Tim and himself had been stuck John had started to try and think his way through his paranoia. That was hard when his tactic was to blame something and the only thing he could think of at first was the one he was trapped with. But eventually he noticed his parinona of Tim go down. It really started when he noticed how sick Tim had gotten. It sprung something in his mouse brain that it just couldn't be Tims fault, Tim was sick and needed help. It started to override his paranoia.

At least of Tim. Everything else though was fair game. The vent? Something was in it. The wall? More worms.

There were multiple nights where John stayed up and checked every coroner of the room for something, anything. But night after night he found nothing.

Now everytime he had some paranoid thought about Tim it seemed so much easier to work through it. It was a nice change, being able to work through it.

And now Tim was running warm water and slowly wiping John's own blood off of him. Honestly John was surprised Tim didn't just leave him sitting there on the floor in his own panic bubble. But distantly, he knew Tim wouldn't do that, couldn't. Tim was so kind, even when they yelled at each other Tims concern for John seemed so obvious. Though the anger and everything, it was still clear Tim was worried about John. Just like he was worried for everyone else.

John could feel the warm cloth down his arm, it was soothing. Tim was still holding his nose, it must have been getting annoying.

So John lifted the arm Tim wasn't currently working on and tried to take the cloth himself. His eyes were still closed but he could swear he heard Tim jump when his hand touched his.

“ i can hold it..,’’ John said quietly. It felt like talking too loudly would break whatever was happening right now. And John didn't want that.

—------------

Tim was in fact shocked when John's hand grabbed his own, he was so focused on trying to get the blood off with only one hand that it caught him off guard.

But he let John hold up the cloth and was finally able to use both hands. John's breathing had evened out a lot, Tim hadn't noticed at first but as he worked he could feel John taking long deep breaths. It was the first time Tim had actually seen John even try to self regulate.

That was one thing about John that pissed Tim off, it always seemed as though he just let his pariona dictate everything. He never even seemed to try and reason anything, just letting the fear take over and start running everything. It was good to know John COULD chill himself out a bit.

Tim continued to wash John’s arm off before rinsing the cloth and continuing. There really was a lot of blood, it was suppressing John hadn't fainted or something. Sure when he stood he was wobbly as all hell but being dizzy was expected.

The two of them stood in silence for a while, Tim at one point lifting John's free hand up to hold the cloth so he could clean the other but it was a comfortable silence.

John's eyes, despite still being closed, looked much more relaxed than just a few minutes prior. Granted the dark circles that came with a broken nose were starting to show, Tim frowned at that even after his nose had healed those bruises would probilly stay there for quite a while. Tim thought about it for a second longer, overall they weren't too much different from John's massive eyebags he had all the time. Given the nights Tim knew he had been staying up just walking around the room muttering to himself.

That was another thing about John Tim noticed, he talked to himself a lot. Not in a creepy way like in movies, ok well sometimes, but mostly it felt like he was just trying to think. Like just saying his thought process out to make sure it sounded right. There was once he had heard one of John's tangests when he thought he alone and John had said something, stopped and said “well that didn't make sense” it was quite funny. Probably would have been funnier if Tim hadn't been so upset with him at the time.

Only when John's arms were clean did Tim break the silence.

“Here John, your arms are clean. Lemme see if the bleeding stopped.”

John still didn't say anything, just wincing as Tim pulled the bloody rag away from his face.

Tim winced, “Ya…no keep that there im gonna get some toilet paper.”

As he walked away Tim heard John mutter something under his breath so he wheeled himself around on his heel. He felt himself getting angry, he was trying to help him and John was still making comments and shit?? God this was why he stopped respecting him, all his damn paranoia and bullshit.

“What.” It wasn't really a question, whatever John’s answer he wasn’t going to like it. So technically it could be considered a trap.

John of course didn’t notice the massive shift in Tims face as his eyes were closed, but he did hear the change in his voice.

“Thank you, I said, this hurts, a surprising amount actually. I don’t think I’d know what to do if you weren’t helping me….so thank you”

For once, for once in the entire damn time Tim had known him, John said something right.

Tim immediately felt stupid for getting mad so quickly. He might not understand what the hell John’s switch up was about but it pissed him off.

“Right.”

Even if he was wrong he was still annoyed, none of this made sense, if anything John suddenly tried to help him or whatever this upset him more. Hell the only reason he was helping him right now was because he panicked once he heard the crack of John’s nose.

—-------------

John held his nose until Tims bigger hands pulled his own away. Quickly John felt the wads of toilet paper touch him as Tim tried to shove them up his still bleeding nose.

As it stood, his nose still hurt like hell evidently. So John flinched hard, abruptly pulling back from Tim. Even more unfortunately, the sink he was leaning most of his weight on was not big. So when he flipped back he had thrown his weight into….well nothing.

All the shit people said about falling in slow motion, was in fact just that, shit. John didn't have any time to process he was even falling before he felt Tims arms wrap around his waist. John by all definition was a small man, he knew that, but when Tims arms were so solidly wrapped completely around his waist he /felt/ small.

“Shit! Fuck I'm sorry are you good? Well obviously not, fucking duh. Shit here, Im just gonna….uhh…I'm gonna get you over on the chair that way you don't rocket yourself on the floor ya?”

Johns face was burning again, strangely not just around his nose, but it must have been from irritating it. He made and tried to help make it at least not a struggle to move him, which was hard considering his legs were not planted on the ground, tangled between Tims.

Somehow Tim was able to move him without ended with both of them on the floor. John's only real thought during the short journey was that Tim didn't radiate heat like most did, he wasn't cold per say but he missed the warmth someone would expect.

“Damn you're warm, you know that?”

“Hmm?”

John was pulled from his thought by Tims comment’ “I think you’re just cold”

Tim sat John down on the wooden chair.

Tim rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “ nah I think it's you”

John hadn't realized it but he had finally opened his eyes. His own arms weren't covered in blood thanks to Tim. Tims arms however were not so clean. He had been trying to help John stop freaking out and gotten blood, John's blood, all over him.

“Oh shit! Right, you're still bleeding; give me a sec!”

John honestly hadn't noticed his nose still leaking blood down his face until Tim reminded him, he lifted his hand to catch the blood but before his could Tim was back and stopping him.

“Put your damn hand down. I just cleaned your amsnup I don't need you fucking that up already. Ok it looks like I set it ok so it should be good.”

“Ya did hurt a lot by the way”

“Ya I know, I'm sorry. I mean if you would have rather it healed in the wrong place we could have left it but I figured if I just did it then…” Tim trialed off, he had an odd look on his face.

“ No no,that was uh fine. It hurt though. How did you know to do that? I figure it's not something you just picked up from tv….at least I hope not.” John tried to joke, but he really really hoped that Tim didn't just do that just because of a bad tv show.

“Haha ya, I umm, I broke my nose quite a lot as a kid so I learned how to handle it. If I'm being honest I did originally try it because of the show…it was a really bad cop sitcom that I watched all time.”

“You watched sitcoms?” It genuinely caught John off guard, he expected Tim to watch a bunch of horror or something like that.

“There a problem with that?”

“No no of course not, I just… didn't expect it”

—------------------

As they talked Tim noticed that it seemed to draw Johns attention away from his injury. Would he normally talk about stuff like this to him? No of course not, hell if he tried John probably would have had a paranoid delusion about it or something and accuse Tim of being a clone or some shit like that.

But if tim helped keep him calm, and he wasn't going to freak out over it, fine.

He started to clean Johns face as he talked. He tilted John's face back and actually managed to get the paper in his nose without a mass spasm this time.

“Ya, normally it's not my kind of thing but I watched it a lot when I was younger. The….uh..guys I hung out with could tolerate it and it didn't make me cry so it was always on. Heh, I love the show. It's actually pretty funny, not accurate but I get enough action with cops nowadays that I don't need accuracy about ‘em” Tim laughed.

He could see John's smile, Tim distantly thought it would be better without all the blood.

“That's…nice. ,my grandmother wished I would get into a show. It could never keep my attention for long. I was better with books.”

This was weird, this entire thing was weird. John being civil and…nice. The two of them talking casually about things Tim had never told anyone. It wasn't like Tim was telling John everything that was part of it but John now knew more than anyone else and it was so casual. The two of them had been stuck in this place for what, 2 weeks now? And now here the two of them were, talking after Tim had broken his nose.

“Never had the time to read books, I uh, got busy alot so shows where a lot easier you know?”

“That's fair enough.”

Tim finished cleaning John's face and backed up,” there you go, you gonna have raccoon eyes for a while.”

John's head tilted to the side, holy shit he looked like a….a confused puppy.

“Racoon eyes?”

Tim laughed, he couldn't help it, “ ya when you brake your nose for the first time you get bruised around your eyes and they look like the face of a raccoon. It hurts but it looks cool once they heals a bit. I probably still have a picture of me with ‘em somewhere actually.”

John already had the circles forming around his eyes, they were gonna get a lot darker in the next few hours but they should clear up pretty quick.

“I see, well thank you for telling me. I'm sure it would have been quite a nasty shock to see that in the mirror with no warning.”

“Ooooooh ya” Tim laughed’ “ the first time it happened to me the guy who broke my nose had to burst into the bathroom to see why I was sobbing after I saw, God that was a daaaay. Hurt like a bitch.”

Tim saw Johns frown, he obviously saw the problem in Tims word and for a second Tim really thought he was going to ask and he would have to shut the entire conversation down because he fucked it up.

But instead John just kept it going, “ Well I'll try to keep my shock to a minimum to not startle you then.”

Tim smiled.

—------------

John saw the change in Tims demeanor when he had said that, if there was one thing John was good at t was avoiding conversations. Sure he was curious and a little worried but it wasn't any of his business. It was Tims life and childhood, whatever had happened he was fine now so there wasn't any need to push it.

It was then when John saw the blood on Tims shirt. It made Johns chest tighten, that was one of Tims favort shirts, and quite frankly one of the only peaces of clothing's he hadn't the moment well trapped in the room.

“Oh Tim your shirt…”

Tim looked down, apparently also having forgotten he was covered in Johns blood.

“Damn it! Oh fuck that sucks. I don't think I have another shirt clean…”

John had been cleaning what he could and for some reason it seemed that the cloths they put in the laundry basket occasionally got cleaned but it seemed to be at random times and if Tim said he didn't have another he didn't.

“Damn…I liked this shirt to. Ya think I’ll be able to get the blood out?”

Tim was back to rubbing his neck, like it was a nervous habit or something. Most of the blood has dried and because Tim’s shirt was a relatively light color there was little hope for it.

So John shook his head, “I think you got it on your neck…”

“Hmm? How the hell would I have gotten it on my neck??….oh..”

Tim pulled his hand from the back of his neck, and stared at it.

“Fuck.”

“You say that a lot.”

Tim’s eyes snapped back to him. Oh that was the wrong thing to say.

“Ya I do. Ya I fucking do John. You know why? Beacuse for the past two week I’ve been stuck in a freezing fucking room with my boss who suddenly 180ed how he’s acting and that’s fucking confusing. I’m cold all the time and every night I hear you walking around the room muttering to yourself about whatever the fuck you are, you have been insisting on feeding me and ahit when you never cared before. Hell apparently you wanted to feed me so fucking bad I broke your fucking nose and now I’m standing out in the cold open air well cleaning you up and now I have my only shirt covered in blood. I think I’m allowed to swear when all this shit keeps happening,” Tim took a deep breath breath

John was frozen in shock from Tims outburst. Sadly he wasn't done.

“No and you know what John? I have tried so fucking hard to bond with throughout my years working with you and all I was met with was a complete wall and hell later I was met with worse then a wall! All I got from you was distrust and a fucking staucker! We worked together for how many years before you became the head Archivest and you still thought I was some fucking monster! You took pictures of my house and I still was trying to give you grace but at every turn you just proved it was useless. What changed? Why the hell are you trying to be so fucking nice to me now?? I'd love to know!”

John sat silently staring up up at who had began rubbing his arms well pacing. He had no idea what to say, he knew after everything he hadn't treated Tim, or any of his staff really, well. Much less the respect they deserved. Tim had gone though the exact thing John had just with the extra stress of having to run through the tunnels alone. And still John treated him as a threat, he knew Tim and still was so cruel.

Tim had every right to be angry, to be hurt. And after everything he deserved to question John.

“I….I'm sorry Tim. For everything,” before he could continue Tim turned on him again.

“Your /sorry/?! Your sorry that you completely disregarded everyone and pushed all of us to our wits ends. Your sorry for all the nights where we tried to stay late to help you with whatever you thought was going on? The multiple accusations you threw around without a second thought? Your sorry? Are you fucking kidding me John!”

John flinched and looked away from Tim. All the softness and concern drained from his voice and expression.

“Yes…I'm sorry. I…nothing I say will fix it…I was to deep in my own parking and could never stop to think about you all,” John whispered.

He heard Tim scoff but he stayed quite.

“I…thank you for trying so hard Tim…I didn't..don't, deserve any kindness your understanding from you. I know before this all I was not the best ether, I'm sorry for that as well. I can't tell you what changed..I don't even remember when it did. Just after we got locked in here….I was able to stop thinking about you like that. It seems so obvious now that you couldn't, wouldn't have done anything, especially not this. You wouldn't lock me in a room with you, you wouldn't let yourself get sick…you stuck in here too. I saw how you got sick, the least I could do after everything was at least try to help..”

—-------

Tim let his arms drop. He had screamed at John and instead of fighting him, John was apologizing.

He looked so…sad? Remorseful? Guilty?

Good.

He should feel bad, after all the shit he put Tim through.

As John sat there Tim could feel all his anger leave him,it was like a weight off his chest. Without the weight he felt empty, like he had nothing to keep him going. To keep him standing.

God it was cold.

So Tim sat. He looked up at John whose head shot up when he heard something hit the ground. Damn it, he really was worried about him.

He sighed.

“Keep talking,” Tim said as he pulled his knees to his chest and rested his head on them.

“W-what?”

“Just keep talking, I'm…I can't be mad any more John, I'm too tired right now. Anything you want to tell me, tell me now. The quiet is too loud.”

Tim stared at the wall. It hadn't changed at all, still a plain, windowless, slab of cold concrete. He could hear John's breath.

“Right then. I suppose I can do that. When do you want me to start?”

Tims mouth was covered in the curled up position so even to him his words were muffled.

“Don't care”

He cared a little bit, even if he didn't have the energy to be angry he still wanted to know. Granted what John already said was more then he had ever expected to hear. He wanted more, apparently John was going to give it so he would take what he gave.

“Right. Well, you know this part already, after Martin found Gertrude's body I spiraled into a panic trying to figure out what happened. I'm still convinced that someone, or at least something killed her…but I was so far in the panic everyone seemed suspicious, no matter how much evidence I had. I needed something to blame, a reason that wasn't just some random thing killing her in a way she had no chance of stopping. I…I felt I needed to know so I could stop it happening to me. You all were the people closest so I…I blamed you. Even if it didn't make sense.”

Tim knew that, it was obvious to everyone honestly. Everyone except John himself of course, Tim supposed it was good for John to finally realize it to.

“If I'm being honest….I wanted it to be one of you so I could prove to myself that I can't trust people. But..I know it wasn't, you all, you all are good. I don't know how to approach any of you, even before all this. I'm so distant from everyone because I believed everyone was just…plotting. A Lot of the times I was right but I wasn't with you all. You all were genuinely trying to be kind to me and I refused to meet you. I'm sorry again.”

Tim hummed. He understood that train of thought, that everyone was bad and out for themselves. Hell he thought that for the longest time too, it was the only thing that kept him alive for years. He didn't notice when he stopped thinking that, was it when he found the Institute? Meeting Sasha or Martin maybe? He couldn't be sure.

Thankfully John continued after a brief pause. Tim heard the deep breaths he was taking.

“When we first got stuck in here I was still going down my rabbit hole, I don't know when I first was able to stop and think properly again. I think it was when you stopped pacing around the room, strted to hide in the blankets. I knew something was wrong and it….flipped a switch and suddenly I was just able to…trust you.”

Tim lifted his lead and looked at John, who was looking anywhere but him.

“You..you trust me?”

Silence.

Tim thought he was going to backtrack or ignore him but,

“Yes. I trust you Tim”

John finally looked at Tim.

The bruises around John's eyes were starting to darken and Tim couldn't help but start to laugh.

After everything, after Prentiss and all the fucking worms, the servalance tapes, everything. This is what got John to trust him. He decked John in the face not even an hour ago and now he was flat out saying he trusted him!

He could see the confusion on John's face but as his eye crinkled so did the starting bruises and it just looked so ...so funny on John. John who was always so serious and methodical and paranoid looked like he had a painted on bandits mask.

Tims laughter dubbed and he ended up laying back on the hard floor. John to his credit stayed quite as Tim laughed, just as he didn't when he yelled. But that didn't make it any less funny.

“Holy hell John,” Tim barely breathed out between bursts of laughter.

“You, you make no sense!”

—-----------------

Tim was still having with laughter as John processed what was going on.

He had no idea why Tim was laughing. Just a few minutes ago he was angry and yelling but now? Right after John told him he trusted him..did he think John was lying?

If he were less worried about Tims sudden for of laughter he would have given himself the moment to just enjoy the sounds. Later that night he would think about it and realize it was the first time he really heard Tim laugh. Not just he chuckles and short huffs, a real laugh.

When Tim finally called down he stayed laying on the floor. His breathing was loud and felt exaggerated but John didn't say anything.

“You know John, you have the strangest mind.”

More beats of silence

“Do…do you really trust me or are you just fucking with me John?”

Finally John was able to say /something/.

“ When have I ever “fucked with you”? I am of course I do trust you I wouldn't just say that…”

Tim chuckled again, “ it's just odd John, I was so angry at you a bit ago but now, now I just ... .God I don't know.”

John sat there confused and frankly a little concerned.

The both of the sat there, John could feel the tissue in his nose collecting blood and it was weird.

“Hay John…”

John looked at Tim immediately.

“Yes?”

“You're a real prick, you know that?”

Although he was insulting him Tims voice didn't have any anger in it anymore, not as far John could tell. Then again John was shit at telling somehow knew. Not John.

“I..yes I am aware.”

Tim groaned

“ God you sound like one too! Seriously you need to lighten the fuck up and learn how to talk without sounding like a English teacher.”

“I think the way I talk is just fine,” John said defensively. His arms crossed over his chest.

“No, no you really do. I swear you give me flashbacks of falling asleep in 10th grade English. It's crazy,” Tim was still laying on the floor and while John couldn't see it, was smiling.

“Well perhaps the reason you think it's odd is because you were napping while being taught proper language.”

“Na, you're just weird. Also no one just says ‘perhaps’ John. Nobody.”

Tim finally sat back up. He leaned back on his hands and looked at John. He sighed.

“I'm sorry John.”

What? What could you be apologizing for? I-”

“Cuz I just started fuckin yelling at you man. You didn't even do anything and I just blew off on you,” John was about to interrupt but Tim held up his hand.

“I mean I had every right, have, for that matter, to be angry but I just blew up on you when you were probably just trying to mess with me. Fuck I broke your nose and then cleaned you up and then yelled at you! Here I am going on about mixed signals and doing it myself! It wasn't fair. I'm sorry.”

“Um, thank you?”

“Was that a question?”

“I…No?”

“Why are you just asking questions? I'm trying be sincere here man.”

“I know I just, I don't know what to do. I, I am not used to being apologized to..”

“Martin says sorry to you all the time?????”

“Well, ya, but that's ,Martin. He apologizes for everything, even when he's done nothing wrong.”

Tim agreed and laughed a little.

“I suppose that's true. But ya John, I should've, I should've handled it better. Especially cuz I just broke your nose well you were trying to do something nice to me.”

“I did catch you off guard. You can't be fully to blame.”

Tim laughed again. John felt himself smile. He didn't quite understand what was going on or how Tim reacted but he liked that he seemed calmer. He seemed calmed then he had been since the two of them had been trapped. John didn't want to ruin that. Tim deserved a moment of calm.

Then Tim had a full body shiver. It snapped John out of his semi-daze.

“Are you alright?”

“Fuck ya I'm fine,” Tim was rubbing his arms again.

It must have been a trick of the light but John could have sworn Tims lips where blue.

“I'm just a bit cold. Its fucking freezeing in here.”

“You should lay back down, maybe eat some more.”

“Oh shut it. I'm fine. It's just a bit cold. It's not like the floor is helping any though.”

John went to stand up, but when he did it felt like a rush of dizziness and nausea ran though his bones. He quickly sat back down. His eyes squeezed shut trying to stop the room from spinning around him.

“Oh shit, John.”

He felt Tims strong hand on his shoulder holding him up to prevent him was falling forward.

Strong hand? Why was he thinking that. It's just Tims hand.

“Hey, it's ok. Just breath, Itll go away soon.”

John nodded. He reached his hand up to hold Tim's arm he took deep breaths and slowly he could feel the world righting itself around him.

When he finally opened his eyes Tim was right in front of him kneeling on the floor. His arm reached him stabilizing John and the other rested on the chair, just shy of touching him.

Tims eyes were on his, the brown color piercing into Johns.

“You ok there John,” Tims said softly.

His voice was always so smooth, it never sounded bad. Tim was so close to him.

John nodded, he opened his mouth but when nothing came out he closed it again and looked away from Tims concerned eyes.

“You lost a shit ton of blood you know, you really should be more careful. You, of all people, should know about the dizziness man.”

“Right, I was just trying to-”

“Ether way man,” Tim interrupted “You can't be fucking stupid. Come on, I'll help you to lie down.”

“I can walk just fine on my own.”

John was trying but Tim had other plans. He slid his arm under johns and lifted him to his feet. John's head swam as he rose.

“Every time you have tried to walk in the past, however I've been out of my blankets you've almost fallen so I don't wanna hear it.”

Tim walked John over to his pile of blankets. Not Johns little spread but Tims own.

“And before you start bitching about this being my…. pile, I broke your nose and you lost a lot of blood, you need to stay warm. You can use my stuff tonight.”

As Tim sat John down he was able to catch up with what he was saying.

“What about you? I gave you all these because you've been shivering all night.”

“John….have you been watching me sleep.”

It didnt really sound like a question but John answered it anyway.

“Well it's not exactly hard to notice. I uh, I don't sleep a lot. I spend a lot of time trying to find something but I do….check on you occasionally. You shiver a lot so I have been giving you any new blankets that appear. I don't really need them.”

Tim stared at John. He could tell if he was angry or not, he looked almost passive. Well he wasn't holding John any more he could still almost feel a chill coming off of Tim. The little bit of his arms that were exposed were covered in goosebumps.

That's one thing John never understood about Tim, his style. He would wear a lot of more revealing clothes, nothing too scandalous during work but he seemed to be wearing it under his clothes.If John sent him to get information he always came back to the institute…wearing less then when he left. Right now, he was wearing one of his only long sleeves he currently had. The only problem was that his sleeves had holes at the shoulders. The shirt was designed like that. And it's not like it looked /bad/ on Tim, it just defeated the point of wearing long sleeves.

John realized he was staring at Tims shoulders and looked back up at Tims face. They both knew he was cold and before John could start to object Tim did something completely unexpected.

“Ugh fine. I don't want to hear a word from you about this. Got it? You did this yourself and the only reason I'm doing it is because your right about me being cold. Its fucking freezeing in here and it's crazy your not frozen to death with the week ass scratchy piece of cloth that we have been calling a blanket.”

Tim shifted to sit next to John and layed down.

“Well come on, I'm not going to sit with the cold air hitting me for much longer.”

John didn't say anything and lied next to Tim on the thick comforter he had pushed over the concrete floor to protect from the cold. Tim quickly pulled the other 4, yes 4, blankets over the two of them.

“There, now you can't complain.”

John nodded and watched as Tim curled his body so all of it was under the covers, even his head.

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Tim felt John shift around for a minute before finally laying still.

The blankets were big enough to cover both of them easily so it wasn’t like they were touching or anything but they were still quite close. He could feel John’s warmth under the blankets, his body heat being trapped in.

Tim had to admit it was really nice, the blankets helped but having John right next to him helped even more with the cold that continued to seep through him. He wished he could have John just fold around his body so he could soak up all his warmth. But that was asking way /way/ too much. He didn’t even ask about this, he just forced John to lay down somewhere that wasn’t on the freezing concrete.

He really did feel bad about snapping at John today. He felt justified in his anger but just because he was justified in it doesn’t mean it was appropriate. Over the past few days John really was just trying to help him, he kept insisting that he eat and he kept giving Tim his blankets.

It was really sweet when he stopped and thought about it, he could take a form of comfort in that. He also took a not so small comfort knowing John was right next to him. He could feel his warmth and feel the blankets shift as he did.

And even though Tim was always cold he usually held one tight against his chest. He just couldn’t sleep without holding something, when he was home he had a stupid stuffed animal that he would hold at night but here he didn’t. Any semblance of comfort Tim useily took part in was gone, for now and the foreseeable future. But he could at least have this for now, even if it was only for tonight.

Maybe he could convince John to sleep like this more. He thought as he curled even more into himself and tried to fall asleep.

That’s for what I thought would be a good chapter 1!

I do have more written and I am continuing to wright it:)

Should I start posting this to Ao3 now or should I wait?

I love feedback and suggestions!

If you want to be tagged when I post about this fic let me know and I’ll try! :)

Thank you so much for reading!

[gncbozo]

Old stone AU

Ok so I think I've just made a new hollow knight AU featuring two of my favorite caracteres in this game.

Tw : mention of dead body, scar and blood

Here's the lore :

One very mundane/normal day, the little Ghost of Hallownest brings yet another relic to Lemm, but the raggedy old thing that the small vessel is dragging behind them is the dead body of the pale king himself !!!

The specter is very VERY pushy about Lemm taking in the "relic"(... rotting body................ dead god) in exchange of an INSANE amount of geo, Ghost , how has just ascended as lord of shades, does not hesitate to pressure the shop keeper a LITTLE more.

And so Lemm accept and finds himself with a rotten wyrm on his conter, although this is a macabre situation, analyzing the king might be the answer to all of his questions (why did the king leave hallownest ? Was he sick like some journal depicted him to be ? Was he really made of pale Ore ?...) but the relic seeker is not a necromancer therefore he can not make the dead talk ,plus ,Lemm still has respect for the dead ( and he doesn't want his house to smell like death ) so he decides it would be for the best to bury the pale king.

The seeker puts the decading wyrm in a corner of his shop a sets off for the resting ground.

Once he found a nice spot to dig the grave he returns to his house only to find the body gone ,no sign of the king, no trace of the wyrm.

Lemm looks everywhere but he can not find his posession, at first he is convinced that Ghost has taken the body back for what ever reson (the little shit better not have, he paid good money to have this unwanted gift) but this accusation is quickly shooded off when he hears the sound of wobbly steps and faint scratches at his door...

When the relic seeker pokes his head out of his chambers, he is met with a vision of horror, the (should be dead) king of Hallownest is standing on shaky legs bleeding black blood (witch only exaggerate the massive crack on his mask ) on the floor of his shop.

The two stares at the other for a stupid amount of time, and it takes an even stupider amount of time for Lemm to tell the king that "it would be better if he sitted back down so he can patch up the terrible wounds on the god's body."

The King/Wyrm with nowhere to go, no will to live, and no purpose to serve, very silently, accept.

Now that the dead can talk ; Will Lemm really want to know ALL of this graveyard's history? Will the king tell NOTHING but the truth?

And more importantly, shall they ONLY talk about the past ?

I'm not sure if this Au is allready similar to others Au or if it allready exist, if yes please redirect me to them.

[oigimi]

. fantasy: act one .

. arthur x reader . 2k words . tw: attempted assault (not from arthur, similar to in-game content) .

this is gonna have a sequel, perhaps. lemme know what you think!

I sighed and looked out the window of my shop. The skies were blue, the wind was still, and the air was a crisp chill, perfectly suitable for autumn. The cold air was attracting a lot more customers to my cafe, which was something I both looked forward to and dreaded. We’d only been open for business for about one year, so gauging how good or bad each season was was still something I was getting a firm grasp on. This season was always fun, though. Everyone’s coffee order was different. Some people wanted caramel syrup and extra foam, some wanted it cold with no ice somehow, and others wanted things we don’t even serve. It was strange, but I always had a customer who ordered his coffee black. Who orders black coffee at a cafe? But he’d always give a charming smile and say something sweet, so I didn’t mind it. Plus, a black coffee is much less work for me.

Around 2:00 PM is when he stepped into my shop that crisp autumn day. He ordered his black coffee as usual, but I heard an unusual yet all too familiar sound.

“Ah, Vic! Quiet please, they’re doing us a service. I’ll add a bit of beef to that order, too. Don’t bother with putting it on a biscuit. How much extra would that be?” he chuckled, looking down. I peered over the counter and gasped. At the man’s feet was a fluffy Cavalier King Charles spaniel, letting out a little bark and wagging his tail as fast as he could.

I couldn’t suppress the smile growing on my face and the giggle that escaped my lips. “Aww, don’t worry about it. I’ll give it for free,” I offered, turning to grab a piece of beef.

“Are you sure about that? It’s really no trouble, I’m not about to con a lovely bird like yourself.”

“No, no. I’m happy to get something for him. You know, in my year running this place no one’s ever brought a dog in.”

“Really? Well, it’s a little small. Or, intimate, I should say. It makes sense why dogs wouldn’t be in here all that much.”

“It’s small now, but I’m gonna grow it. Just you wait.” I fixed him some black coffee and put the beef in a bag. “Here you are. Enjoy! And I hope she enjoys it too.” I smiled again and waved at Vic.

“I’m sure he will. Vic here is a boy,” he corrected, but smiling anyway. “I don’t blame you for getting confused. He fooled me too at first! Ah…” He took a sip of the coffee and sighed. “Perfect. Here. For excellent service and to support your growing business endeavors.” He took some coins out of his wallet and dropped them in a little cup on my counter.

Peering into the cup, I let out a sharp gasp and covered my mouth. How on earth did he get that much…? “A-ah! Thank you, but I can’t accept this! This is a lot of money, sir!”

“Really? I think a beautiful little thing like you should get more, frankly.” He stretched. “Well I’m off. I hope you have a lovely day.” He gave me a wink and turned out the door.

Something changed in me as soon as I saw him disappear into the Parisian streets. The air became… warmer somehow. The sun shined a little bit brighter, and all of a sudden I grinned at every little thing. Someone was out there who cared about my little cafe, the little cafe I’d always hoped for since I was small. The idea satisfied some of my fantasies from that time, if I was being honest. The man was very handsome, with a very distinct, charming smile and shining blue eyes. He moved like someone with staggering confidence, but led his dog like a kind, caring owner. He was everything I’d ever wanted, but I didn’t even know his name. How silly. How… juvenile.

He’d come in every day as of late. He’d always have something new to say, and something to compliment me on. I had to keep my cool, trying to pretend like his words didn’t send my heart into a rhythm no metronome could ever count. He’d proven himself generous and kind, always asking about my day outside of the cafe. I didn’t think to ask about him, I was too nervous. But he was sort of mysterious, and I liked that. He had the face and mannerisms of a man who was perfect for anyone as a partner. Someone you could count on to make your day.

“Maybe he’s got a secret or something…” I mumbled, cleaning up the tables during a closing shift. “Wouldn’t that be something? What if he’s like… A British prince or something? Or a wizard? A wizard would be cool.” Letting these childish fantasies about the man who would frequent my shop, leaving something a little extra (in terms of money and flirtatious exchanges) every day was a perfect time killer. His smile and shape of his lips filled my thoughts, and I began to fill in the blanks myself. What it’d feel like if he wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me in, pushing my hair behind my ear, leaning in to warm my already burning face with his breath as he kissed my lips. Oh, how soft they looked. I’d’ve done anything to taste them…

“Or what if he’s a vampire or something? Now that would be crazy.” I laughed and closed the door behind me, making sure it was properly locked. “Ah… What a kid I can be.”

About halfway down the path to my house, I began to sense something was off. Sometimes I heard faint footprints, or see a shadow moving behind me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly sped up my walking until I was in a slight jog. Unfortunately, this tipped off my followers, and I was grabbed and yanked backwards.

Two huge men, dressed in dark clothing, pushed me against a wall, and began to tie me up. I tried to scream for help, in the loudest screech I could muster. I thrashed, I wriggled. I did everything I could, but the brute force against my body was enough to make my strongest efforts as futile as that of an infant. “Just look at them, how much do you think we could get for them?”

“A few thousand at the very least. Soft skin, shining eyes, soft hair… Yeah, this one’s a jackpot for sure. Get them back.”

“NO!” I shrieked, only to be gagged with some sort of cloth. They began to push me into a carriage, until something knocked them down off their feet. Forcing myself to look up, I saw an extremely familiar face, next to a completely unfamiliar one. It was the man from earlier! And… someone else! They locked themselves into a fight with my assailants, throwing punches that bruised entire patches of skin. They kicked, they swung, they dodged like they had superhuman abilities. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before, and I clung close to the wall I was originally shoved into, praying nothing else would try to touch me while the two men who’d tried to capture me were becoming weaker and weaker.

“That should take care of them. What bastards. Attacking people in the dark,” the unfamiliar man grunted. He had soft-looking brown hair, a very tall build, and a nice brown coat. “Hey, are you okay?” He came over to me and offered his hand, but I just remained where I was, unable to move.

The one I’d come to know looked around, making sure no one dangerous was around anymore. “Give them some space, Theo,” he replied. “That was a truly awful thing they went through…”

Theo backed off and watched me. “Maybe you should walk them home, Arthur. Make sure they get back okay. Is that alright with you? You two seem to know each other or something.”

“Uh…” My gaze shifted to Arthur, who had the most concerned look on his face I’d ever seen. His brows were furrowed upward, eyes wide and glossy. I wiped away tears I had no idea were streaming down my face and rushed forward, sobbing into Arthur’s chest. “Th-thank you! Thank you so much! Th-tha-thank you and your friend both! I’m- I-“ As I bawled, Arthur hugged me and rubbed my back.

“There there, bird…” he whispered. “I’ll make sure you get back home. We’ll go when you’re ready.”

I nodded and looked over at Theo, giving him a quick hug too. “Thank you too.” I got on my toes and pecked his check quickly, to which he just looked downwards and cleared his throat. “It’s nothing. As long as you’re okay,” he grunted, clearly attempting to mask his flustered reaction.

“I think I’m good to go,” I told Arthur, returning to his side. He gave a small smile and linked our arms together.

“Good. Let’s go and get you home.”

As we walked, I couldn’t keep in the tremble in my steps and the slight vibration in my body. I looked around us, trying to verify our safety whenever I felt like I needed to - which was a lot.

“You fight really well,” I mumbled. “It was crazy to watch! I mean, the fast movements and how hard you could punch! It was like… Like you aren’t human or something.”

Arthur laughed and shrugged. “What can I say? You pick up a thing or two in pub brawls.”

“That’s it then? Pub brawls?”

He kept walking, declining to fully answer. “We were actually leaving the pub when we heard you. I’m glad I convinced Theo to go the short way home tonight. I don’t want to imagine what they’d do to you if we weren’t there…” He frowned again but quickly cleared his throat. “Anyway! Where do you live? In this neighborhood?”

“Yeah, actually! How did you know?”

“I could tell by your clothing and makeup. The style of it indicates someone who is by no means rich or poor. And your shop opens at 8 in the morning, giving you enough time to wake up and get ready and leave an hour before 8 to prepare. With all this, you must live around 20 minutes away, and this is the only middle class neighborhood 20 minutes away.”

I stared for a moment, completely unsure how to respond. “You got all that from my clothing?! What- what-?”

“I’m a mystery author, love! As well as an independent part time detective. It’s my business to know these things.”

“You’re good… Wow,” I huffed.

“Not the first time I’ve heard that phrase.” He looked at me, as I tilted my head. “Sorry! Sorry.”

I shook my head. “So you have a partner?”

“Me? No. Not now or recently.”

A glimmer of hope sparked itself in my heart. This was it! My handsome, romantic savior was single on top of everything! There was something inside me that felt ashamed for thinking this way after everything that happened, but it was better than dwelling on it all. I knew I’d spiral otherwise. “I see.”

We arrived at my house, and I led Arthur to my porch. “Thanks for everything. The tips, the frequent business, the conversation, the saving… It means so much to me. You mean so much to me.”

He smiled a warm, earnest smile. Different from the confident ones he sported in my cafe. This smile was comforting in a way I’d never felt before. “Well you’re welcome, dove. We should have a meal sometime. My treat.”

“Really-?! Are you sure? You already do so much!”

“Don’t worry. Once you open a world-class cafe I’ll let you pay. I’m sure that day will come soon. Alright, goodnight. I hope you sleep well. I’m truly sorry about what happened to you.”

I shook my head. “Yeah, it’s… I’m just grateful it ended how it did. You’re amazing, Arthur. Like I said, almost superhuman.”

With another smile, Arthur leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “See you tomorrow.” He poked my nose and turned around.

And as he left, I could’ve sworn I saw a pair of vampire fangs in his mouth.

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@drachonia since you wanted me to tag you in this! :3

[misterier]

Hello^^ good day hope your well !

Can you do a request for Hanzo Shimada from over watch and reader is his wife?

TW!!:

Y/n got in a fight with her parents and relapsed sh( sorry if it's too deep) and Hanzo walks in and panics a tiny bit but helps and like cleans y/n up and let's them know it's ok and you can add what ever else this is my first request!!

Have an amazing day!!

| ooo yeah ofc, this is my first time doing overwatch so I hope it's alr😭 tysm for the request, lemme know if things are inaccurate or I'd there's things you'd like changed 😻!!

Trigger warning:self harm, mentions of deep cuts, thoughts of not being enough, talk of horrible family, ext. If any of these things trigger you please do not read, 'm sure there's plenty of other hcs that aren't triggering, take care of yourself<33

reader is assumed fem bc of the wife part so she/her pronouns will be used

hurt/comfort

word count: 1,280 (I may be wrong)

estimated 4-5 minute reading time if you're not reading out loud

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Today had been horrible; Y/n had gotten into a terrible fight—well, a screaming match—with her parents, and it had been horrible. Once she was finally dismissed, she'd gone back home, utterly drained and with tears already staining her cheeks. 

She'd slammed the front door shut and curled up against it in a ball, letting her cries echo through the empty home. The young woman didn't even try to hold them back, allowing them to shake her terribly.

After a while, she pulled herself together, still crying, and headed for her and her husband's shared room, digging into the depths of a hidden drawer she hoped Hanzo had never found. She was so wrapped up in her own pain and frustration that she hadn't even realized the time. 

Y/n was now curled up on the bathroom floor, a blade to her body. She just watched the blood flow in a tearful trance, her mind racing with horrible thoughts of herself. She didn't even hear her husband call out, saying he was home and asking how her reunion with her parents had gone.

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After getting no answer from his wife, he put away his bow, tired from all the work he'd pushed himself through. Hanzo did his best to stay quiet, assuming Y/n had retired early, probably exhausted from the trip.

He headed to their shared room only to find it completely empty, causing the Archer to frown. He knew she was home; the shoes she'd worn that day were in front of the door. 

"Y/N!" He shouted into the quiet home, not out of anger but more out of curiosity and concern. Something felt wrong, and he wasn't sure what. 

He searched the house, not hearing a response. Once he passed the closed bathroom, he heard an awful sound that sent his heart shattering into pieces. 

He used two knuckles to gently knock on the door, not wanting to disturb his wife. "Y/n? Darling are you alright?" He asked in a worried tone, his stomach churning with dread. Suddenly, he felt worse for not being able to accompany her. 

"Hanzo?" A broken voice came from behind the wooden door, laced with tears, pain, and consern.

"Yes my love, are you alright? Should I come in?" He asked her nervously, already fearing the state he may find her in.

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Y/n looked at the door guilty, fear washing over her as her eyes darted between where she heard her worried husband and the dripping blood of her wrists. 

They'd been high school sweethearts, and she was sure Hanzo knew exactly what he'd see if he came in. 

She took a deep breath from the floor and hit the blade, turning her wrists toward her body so the new gashes would be seen. "I'm fine, honey; you can go to bed. I'm sure you're tired." She mumbled softly, her voice still wavering.

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Okay she's not fine. 

Hanzo sighed deeply; he wasn't frustrated with her; he knew she was upset, but the fact she was trying to hide her pain from him? Y/n was his wife; didn't she understand it was his duty to help and protect her, no matter how much of a bother she believed it was.

"Darling I'd like to come in. Is that alright with you?" He questioned firmly, trying to hold back the roughness he knew she shouldn't hear; he didn't want to hurt her in her already vulnerable state. 

He could hear Y/n hesitate before she mumbled that he could. As soon as he was given permission, he slowly opened the door. 

"Y/n?" His voice had changed completely, from one of calmness to one of a husband who'd found his wife in such a horrific way. 

Blood. There was so much. It swirled on the tiles and stained her clothes red; it all pooled around her and was dripping from her wrists. "Hey." She whispered through her tears, her hair scattered messily around her face while she sat with her back behind the bathtub. 

He loved her and always thought she was beautiful, but this was utterly nauseating—so much blood, all hers, and it was like she didn't even care that she was bleeding out. He wanted to take it all away, give it to himself, so she wouldn't be in such agony from her own hand. 

The archer held back a cry of his own and gulped. He grabbed a washcloth, wetting it before grabbing a metkit and sitting beside her. 

He took a long, deep breath before he gently grabbed the uninjured part of her wrist and began to quietly clean it. Hanzo didn't trust himself to speak, not wanting to say something wrong or end up crying.

"Would you talk to me—please, I know you're angry, but—" Y/n choked on her words, watching her husband quietly clean her wounds, not daring to protest.

"I am not angry. I just don't understand why you didn't just talk to me. You are more important than my work, darling; if you ever need me, I will be here." He mumbled, not meeting her eyes, while he wiped the final bit of blood from one arm, reaching into the kit for gauze. 

"I'm sorry, I thought you might.." Y/n trailed off, looking away from her husband while she allowed herself to be patched up. He frowned and shook his head, finally looking her in the eyes. 

"You thought I'd be upset that you're in pain? Of course I would, but I would never take it out on you. I understand you're afraid, and it only makes me worry for you. I'm your husband, and I only wish to help you through these feelings.. You shouldn't have to do this to yourself if I'm here. You can talk to me." Hanzo sighed, biting his lip softly as he finished patching her up.

Y/n looked down at him tearfully and nodded. "I'm sorry." She whispered, looking down and trying not to cry again as she pulled him into a gentle hug, careful of her newly wrapped wrists. "Don't be sorry, you're alright. Just talk to me next time." He responded, carefully helping her up and guiding her out of the bathroom.

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Hanzo sat her down on the couch and cupped her cheek, gazing into her eyes carefully before he kissed her forehead. "I'll be back in a moment." He said softly, kissing her again before he walked into the kitchen, leaving her to sit on the couch.

Before Y/n could even register that she was now alone, two dragons appeared at her side, one curled in her lap and the other circling her shoulders, nuzzling into her adoringly. 

The Archer returned quickly, a tub of her favorite ice cream in his hand as well as two spoons. He shooed one dragon off her shoulder so he could gently hold onto her, turning on one of her favorite movies before handing her a spoon and opening the ice cream.

"We can talk about it whenever you like." "Not right now." "That's okay."

He kissed the back of her head and listened to her calm breathing, distracting her from her troubles while she watched the show. Of course Hanzo was watching, but he was paying more attention to his wife, watching her eat and her eyes sparkle, no longer focused on the long day she'd had. 

He wrapped an arm around her waist, setting his head on her shoulder. "I love you." Hanzo mumbled kindly, still watching her with soft eyes, glad she'd finally been able to relax. 

Y/n looked over to him, a smaller smile on her face while he kissed his forehead in a similar way he had. "I love you too."

[nii-chans-rabiddogs]

Weird Doctor

TWs: drugged character, restraints, muzzle. It's extra long, but I'm not sure where to cut it so I haven't. lemme know if i need to add any other TWs if theyre missing, please. Have fun <3

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine

It feels like I’m floating in syrup, cuz everything is nice and quiet and slow, but it’s also too cold to go back to sleep. I wriggled around until realizing that I’m not on a bed and there is no blanket, sadly. I opened my eyes enough to figure out that the cement I’m laying on isn’t covered by anything. Why would I sleep on cement? It’s not warm or comfy at all, and I always trip over the cracks and skin my hands or knees, it's the worst. Wait, there’s a blanket, but it's on the other side of the room and I don’t wanna get up. I stared sadly at it for a bit, letting my brain melt away. Eventually I got too cold and tried to get up, but my arms shook and everything started spinning just a little bit so I laid back down. I huffed, and tried to remember what happened but I kept getting distracted by how cold it was. Why would anyone ever make it so cold? Why would you torture yourself like that? It has to be at least 71 degrees for me to feel comfortable and even then I hide under the blankets. It definitely isn’t that warm in here, and I wanna leave but the only way out is a weird door with a flap at the bottom. 

Actually, the door looks like those ones in movies, yknow? The ones for cells to hold the prisoners, all steel and whatever metal doors are made of. It looks really heavy though, and the room is pretty dark. I can see alright, but there’s no light coming in anywhere. There’s also a ring in the center of the room, which is a trip hazard. You shouldn’t put things out in the middle of the room with no light source, someone’s gonna break the ankle tripping on it. I wouldn’t though, cuz I never trip ever and anyone who says I do is lying and should be banished from my kingdom. Wait, I don't have a kingdom. Do I? Oh well. It would be nice to have a kingdom, just relaxing all day getting to eat all the chocolates and not having to do anything. Maybe I should start my own kingdom, but people say it’s hard. All you gotta do is declare yourself king though, so I don’t understand what they think is hard about that. Maybe they can’t make themselves king? I could make all the people kings, but only if they promised to leave my kingdom alone and give me chocolates.

Suddenly, the door was shoved open, and I closed my eyes against the very bright light that came with it. That was scary, it dragged on the ground and made a really loud noise that hurt my ears. I opened my eyes to glare at it, so it wouldn’t do that again. Oh hey, when they get here? There was someone standing in the door, with a weird thing in their hands. 

“Oh good, you’re awake. Let’s get this on you, I need to take you down to the medbay. You lost quite a bit of blood, and we need to fix that. Getting more is a pain, by the way, so if you lose any more I will drain you dry myself, understood?” They said, walking up to me with the weird thing.

I tried to say something but it hurt and I started coughing, which hurt more. I huffed, cuz I couldn't do anything else. The guy crouched down, setting the weird thing on the floor nearby. He unfolded the weird thing, which had other things inside. He grabbed what looked like one of those shock collars for dogs, but without the spikes on the inside. She- wait, is she a guy or a girl? I can’t tell. Oh well. They slid it under my neck before pulling it tight and clicking it together. Rude, I’m not a dog. I’m not even an animal, everyone can see that. Maybe they need glasses? The weird person was wearing a doctor trench coat, which is even weirder than a normal trench coat, actually. The weird doctor pulled another thing from the little pile that was already mostly gone, and it looked like an odd fabric mask.

He lifted my head up and placed the cold metal part under my chin, and pulling the top metal piece over the bridge of my nose. I tried to watch, but my eyes went cross eyed and made me dizzy, so I just stared at the weird doctor again. They tugged on it before clipping the two back straps together around the back of my head, and then making it really tight somehow. I winced and tried to move away but the weird doctor just yanked my head back and told me to stay still or else, so I stopped wiggling and glared at them. They started pulling on something on the side of the mask thingie, and then that side was really tight and I couldn't open my mouth at all. They started doing the same for the other side, and I tried to move again but it was hard and really slow, so the weird doctor just shoved me back onto the floor.

He yanked my hands behind my back and click-clacked super handcuffs onto my wrists, right over the cuts from before. I tried to pull on them, but it just made my wrists hurt really really bad so I just laid there while the weird doctor went out past the door. It was still cold, but now it was worse cuz i can’t move and everything hurts. Weird Doctor dragged in a moving bed, like the ones in hospitals for patients. Weird, a doctor would never let it get this cold. I’ve never seen a doctor before so I’m not sure. Or a hospital. Movies show them all the time, and they always seem really loud with everyone yelling and weird machines beeping or screaming. Maybe Weird Doctor is a worker for a quiet hospital? Quiet hospitals seem like they would be more secret-ier, so they have to be super secret and make sure nobody tells.

“Alright, runt. I’m going to lift you and if you kick me, I will break your ankle. Behave.” 

That was the only warning I got before Weird Doctor lifted me up in the princess carry and set me down on the moving bed. I wanted to kick him but it felt like I was gonna throw up and I didn't wanna do that. I can’t even open my mouth at all, and I didn't wanna have to swallow puke. That’d be really gross and icky. I jerked when my wrists got crushed under me, and it felt like someone lit them on fire so I rolled onto my side. I took a deep breath, but it didn’t make me feel any better, and nothing made any more sense. Hopefully Weird Doctor could fix my wrists, and maybe give me some chocolate. I’m really hungry, but I can't ask for anything cuz my throat hurts, and the mask keeps my mouth clamped shut. 

Weird doctor started pushing the moving bed out of the dark room, and out into the hallway. I didn’t look very different, but there are lights which is nice. No one will trip, cuz now they can see the ground. Unless they’re distracted, like the one time Detective walked into a door while reading a case paper. He dropped like he was shot too, which was funny cuz he cussed like a sailor, whatever that means. I heard Ms. Secretary say that to someone, but I'm not sure what it means. He did cuss a lot though, and he said I shouldn’t repeat any of it to anyone who looked like a reporter.

We passed by some other rooms, but they all had the same type of door, so I couldn’t see in. I heard something whimpering in one of them, maybe a dog? That makes me sad cuz doggies are really nice and fun to play with, they shouldn’t be hurt. Maybe if I ask really nicely, Weird Doctor will help them too? We passed more doors, and I could hear yelling from some of them, which was scary. I don’t like when people yell, cuz they get really loud and mean and scary. Weird Doctor just kept pushing the moving bed along, and the yelling went away. Weird Doctor is kinda nice, but I don’t like the super-cuffs cuz they hurt my wrists more, or the mask cuz i cant open my mouth at all, or it’ll pull on my nose and make that hurt too. Maybe if I was good, Weird Doctor would get rid of them? And, and maybe if i was really super good i’d get chocolates and something to drink. My throat felt really dry and scratchy, and that was worse than it hurting cuz I can’t scratch my throat. 

Weird Doctor walked us around a corner, and suddenly there was an old elevator, like the ones in the scary movies. It looked a little different though, cuz there’s red blotches everywhere and I thought rust was orange. Maybe rust gets darker the longer it's there? The elevator jerked, and suddenly it felt like I was climbing but without actually doing anything. It was cool, but also made me feel sick again, so I ignored it and listened to the music that was playing from somewhere. IT was really nice and calming and made me feel sleepy again, but I don’t think Weird Doctor would like it if I fell asleep again. The elevator dinged, and Weird Doctor pushed the moving bed out of the doors. The walls were really bright, and they were white. I was right, this is a hospital! But it's a quiet hospital, cuz I don't hear anyone yelling, and nothing is beeping. It’s really nice. They pushed the moving bed really, really close to another bed, and lifted me onto that one instead. Why would they do that? The other bed was just fine. Probably a Quiet hospital thing. Weird Doctor undid the super-cuffs, but then they rolled me onto my back just to strap my wrists down to the bed. This is a little unnecessary, I couldn’t do anything before, so what’s the difference? They walked off, so I just laid on my back and rolled my head to watch them. Weird Doctor pulled out a tall, rolling thingie and hooked a red bag to it. 

They dragged it over to me, and shoved a needle into my arm. I huffed at the prick, but then the tube it was connected to started to fill with the red stuff. It looked really super familiar but I can’t remember. It was definitely a hospital thing though, but usually the bags are clear. Maybe I get to have a special bag cuz I'm a special boy. I’m the specialiest of boys, so that makes sense. Weird Doctor kept walking around and grabbing things and setting them on the table right next to the bed. I didn’t see that, maybe it's to hold all the chocolates and medicine things Weird Doctor is setting down. They need to make sure to leave enough room for the chocolates, though, or else I’ll have to beat them up. Chocolates are the most important-y things ever. 

I blinked slowly as Weird Doctor started filling needles with something, but it’s getting hard to stay awake cuz it's warm. The heat made me tired, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Hopefully Weird Doctor wouldn’t be mad at me, but they also never said anything about not falling asleep, I think. They’ve been nice so far though, cuz they haven’t yelled at me at all. Still don’t like the mask thing, so he’s not the nicest but he’s nice enough. I rolled my head over t o look at the ceiling. It was a pretty grey color, and I stared at it while falling asleep. Blue would be prettier though, I think.

[deus-ex-mona]

The Sisters' Secret Seaside Trip: Chapter 2

sena, n o, learn from your sister

previous part: (chapter 1)

next part: (chapter 3)

(tw for dieting)

The next day—

Sena: (Alright! Let my diet begin!)

Sena: Sorry, Mom. I want a smaller serving of dinner today.

Ayako: Really? You don’t want a hamburg steak?

Sena: Yeah, I’m…

Mona: Wow, it’s so good! Today’s hamburg steaks are awesome! Thanks, Mom!

Sena: (Ugh… The way Mona’s eating makes it look so good.)

Sena: (But wait, no! I’ve decided to slim down!)

Mona: Are you sure you don’t want any, Big Sis? Can I have your share, then?

Sena: Yeah, go ahead, but…

Ayako: Are you feeling unwell, Sena? Or is this because of your job?

Sena: I’m fine. It’s for work. I’m going to be modelling in a swimsuit at the beach soon, you see.

Sena: So I figured that I had to slim down a little for it.

Mona: Eh?! You too, Big Sis?

Sena: Eh? You too, Mona?

Mona: I’m gonna be filmed for a TV show, but I think I’ll be at the seaside around the same time as your shoot.

Mona: Lemme see—... Take a look at the map on my phone. I’ll be at this beach over here.

Sena: Ah, I think I’ll be at the same beach as you! And the date’s…

Sena: (Wait, isn’t this the same date as my shoot? So occurrences like this do happen after all!)

Sena: Hey, Mona, let’s play at the beach after we’re both done with work!

Sena: Since we’ll be at the beach, we might as well do something summery.

Mona: Ehh, isn’t it childish to frolic about by the seaside?

Mona: Besides, we don’t know if we’ll even have free time after our jobs, y’know?

Sena: It’s fine, I’ll ask my manager for permission, okay?

Mona: Well… You have a point. I’ll ask my manager too.

Ayako: Oh Mona, you’re actually happy about it, aren’t you?

Mona: Th-that…!

Mona: …may be true.

Ayako: Hehe, it sure has been some time since you girls last hung out together, right? You two are always so busy these days.

Sena: Yeah, guess so! I’m looking forward to it even more now.

Sena: (If Mona’s going to see me in my swimsuit… it’s all the more reason for me to keep up my diet!)

Sena: (I want to be her ideal big sister, after all.)

Ayako: …Oh my? You’ve stopped eating, Mona… 

Mona: Y-yeah…

Mona: For some reason, I’ve just became conscious about how I ate the hamburg steaks without a care in the world.

Mona: And I even ate Big Sis’s share too.

Sena: Oh no, now even Mona’s conscious of her diet.

Ayako: Geez, I wonder if I should stop cooking for a while… Just kidding.

Mona: Eh, I don’t want you to!

Mona: I’m gonna eat after all! I’ll eat and exercise, and I’ll maintain my figure through it all!

After that—

Staff: Narumi! This is a gift from the staff. Please help yourself to some, if you’d like!

Sena: Thank you very much. I’m on a restricted diet at the moment, but I appreciate your sentiments.

Sena continued to abide by her restricted diet.

Cameraman: That was good, Sena! Please give us another smile!

Sena: Sure thing!

Sena: …!

Sena: (...Ah, my head felt woozy for a moment.)

Sena: (Was it… because of my diet…?)