#weird fucking week this past week has been i tell ya

[frmtheroombelow]

*taps mic* is this thing on?

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[oceantornadoo]

hii! can you do what it would be like asking price to put pads on the shopping list?? and then when price goes shopping he has to call you to ask for what size ?? 😭😭 btw i love love your work, hope u had a good day💞.

im pretty sure you're referring to this post but i decided to make this price x reader so :) enjoy!

bsf marriage pact!price x reader, he's slightly creepy but he's sweet (this is actually a bit dubcon but its in good spirit)

you had had a shit day. actually, make that a shit week. emotional the whole time, feeling lonely, depressed, and with the weirdest cravings. right when you were about to call your best friend and rant about how terrible you felt, you had went to the bathroom and- oh.

that explains a lot.

and now here you were, sitting on the toilet for the past ten minutes, contemplating. you were completely out of all period products and your flow was so heavy there was no way you were making it to the store free bleeding or with toilet paper as a makeshift pad. of course, that's when john decided to call you (let's be real, who doesn't take their phone to the bathroom. don't judge.)

"evenin', duckie."

"ugh john, i told you not to call me that. its so annoying."

john grunted a chuckle into the phone, swiping a hand over his beard. "you love it." silence. he could practically hear your eye roll. "dinner tonight?" he was pacing his apartment, uncharacteristic for a man like him. calm, cool, collected. never when it came to you.

"can't, sorry. maybe in a few days." he grunted. "could order a takeaway?" you sighed in his ear, the sound a melody he craved to hear over and over again. on lazy saturdays and in-between small fights over laundry. baby steps, though.

"its just not in the cards tonight, john, i'm sorry." you were never like this, withholding information. even when you cancelled on him, it was with a long-winded explanation with the names of about seven people he didn't know and plans you didn't want to go to. "'s wrong, duck? got a hot date or somethin'?" he mentally crossed his fingers, not allowing a physical expression. he wasn't that whipped. not yet.

"no, im just sick. and tired." his muscles relaxed. he started putting on his boots and grabbed a fleece, something gaz insisted was not too tryhard for someone like him. "i'll run to the store and grab ya medicine, hm? what'dya need?" you sighed again, rubbing your fingers to your forehead. he obviously was not giving this up and you did really need pads...

"ill text you a list when you get there. thanks john."

"anythin' for you, duckie."

list: pads, advil, that one chocolate candy you know i like, something for dinner

shit. price had been with a woman or two, but had never had to buy her pads. of course, he'd never let it get to that stage, not when he had you to take care of. but now here he was, staring at playtex and always and what the fuck was a diva cup? he'd better call you.

"all ok, john?"

"ya didn't give me a color on your pads, duck." you giggled. of course he paid attention to the green versus orange pads.

"its pretty heavy so some of the overnight and extra daytime ones would work." silence.

"...there's numbers." your cheeks warmed. you couldn't believe you were talking about this with john of all people.

"god, john. this feels so embarrassing. so weird to talk about with you."

"why? gotta know this for the rest of my life, duckie." shit. he was referring to that night a couple weeks ago, when you confessed to him you thought you'd never find love. when he said he'd marry you in a heartbeat, just say the word. when you compromised by telling him if you were still single in two years, you'd go to the courthouse then and there. when you didn't see him turn and write the date in phone, just as a reminder.

"5, john. there should be a moon symbol or something. and then 3. should be green, i think?" he grunted an affirmation, putting the respective pads in his cart. he turned around, having said goodbye and ended the call, and was subsequently greeted by three women, staring. paused in their product selection, staring openmouthed at how nonchalant he was about buying pads.

30 minutes later he was at your place, groceries and takeaway in hand as he used his spare key to let himself in. "duck?" all quiet. he stalked through your place and noticed the light on in the bathroom. one, two, three quick knocks. "john?" "'s me. can i come in?" "no i- need you to get me something." he waited patiently. "can you go to my dresser and grab a pair of underwear. something ugly, lots of coverage." who was he to say no to a free invite to your underwear drawer?

john dropped the pads outside your bathroom door and headed to your bedroom. finding your dresser, he had to give himself a second. calm down, old man. they're all clean.

that didn't stop him from sniffing a few, reveling at the scent of your laundry detergent. he almost groaned at the scent, imagining you in them. even in the "unsexy" pairs, your curves clothed in cotton and elastic, wrapped up in a lovely package. all his.

john selected a pair with "lots of coverage", whatever that meant, and headed to your bathroom. he opened the door with ease, setting your pads down on the counter. you shrieked.

"john! im half naked, you need to knock." obviously, the sight of your bare thighs and the top of your mound peaking out was most welcome, but he was more concerned about getting you off the toilet and putting food in your belly. "jus' me, duckie. come on, show me how to do it." he gestured at the pads. he couldn't be serious.

you slowly unboxed them, taking care to cover your naked body as much as possible. even while moving slowly, your shirt still shifted and he caught glimpses of your pretty pussy. an image for another day, when you weren't in pain. he focused on your fingers, deftly putting the pad on your underwear with years of practice. he memorized how you placed the pad, ensuring it stuck to your underwear before tearing the paper off the wings and tucking them on the other side. you looked up at him and he nodded, mission complete. "thank you, by the way." he kissed your forehead, so quick you could have missed it in a blink.

"turn around, i have to put it on." he sat back on his haunches, staring. "go'on. 've gotta learn somehow." you were too tired to care, ready to devour your dinner. you missed his hungry gaze as you revealed your cunt to him, wanting even though it was covered in blood. you missed his fingers twitching as you slowly pulled on your underwear, fabric caressing your skin like he yearned to. you got up, flushed, and washed your hands, missing how he tucked his fingers in belt loops and leaned back into the wall, a move he'd done many times in his tac vest.

"thank you, john. truly." he gave you a grin under the muttonchops, all satisfied. task finished, mission accomplished. you had asked him to do this, a husbandly duty. after you dried your hands, you made a move for the door, but he stopped you with a hand to the jaw. he brushed his beard against you, feeling the shiver in your bones. his mouth hovered near your ear, accent coming out low and sultry. "anythin' for my future wife, duckie."

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ngl this got a bit weird but i like it??? had to struggle to not lean into my simon riley weirdness tendencies as im still learning john as a character.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddie-week.

Seen Nothing, Heard Nothing

Day #4 - Prompt: Trade | Word Count: 833 | Rating: T | CW: Steve's S3 Injuries, Spooky Vibes, Language | POV: Eddie | Tags: Canon Divergent S3, What If Eddie Crossed Paths With Steve and The Upside Down Sooner?, What If Steve and Robin's Run-In With The Russians Happened Just Bit Differently?

"Hello?"

Eddie freezes. Utterly fucking freezes. The stilted male voice that has come from somewhere around him sounds ethereal, floating. Like it's an echo. Bouncing through the trees. Like it might be right next to him, but also far, far away.

Ignore it. 

That's what his grandma always taught him. You've seen nothing, you've heard nothing. 

Mind your own business.

"Hello? Is somebody there?"

The voice is familiar, less creepy this time, but he can't place it. The familiarity doesn't mean safety, though. Mimicking known voices isn't at all unusual in the realm of weird, and it's best to not engage. Rule one: Do not invite anything of that world into your own world.

So, Eddie ignores it and keeps gathering up his stuff, acting like he's not in a hurry, even if his heart is hammering behind his ribs.

"I need some help."

Then he hears the rustling through the trees along the well-worn path, and his heart drops. It sounds like something is tromping towards him, getting loud and louder with every step. 

He slings his backpack over his shoulder, and takes three big steps away from the picnic table, away from whatever that thing is, without running. Not that he has anywhere to go. Not really.

That's the way out, and unless he wants to just stumble through the thick woods, getting lost, he's kind of trapped.

He's never felt scared here before, and he hates it.

So, he decides he'll just forge past whatever it is. Without acting like he's heard a damn thing.

He really hopes it's invisible. He can ignore noises, voices. But if he has to see something? He's gonna freak the fuck out and get himself disemboweled, for sure. He'll scream like a little bitch and freeze.

Then he'll run.

He just knows that about himself.

You've seen nothing, you've heard nothing. 

You've seen nothing, you've heard nothing. 

You've seen nothing, you've heard nothing. 

He keeps telling himself that as he walks up the path, trying desperately not to run. Hawkins is weird, but it's never been this kind of weird, as far as he's seen.

But this has scared the shit out of him.

"Eddie? Eddie Munson?" 

Eddie stills. That voice is closer, and crystal clear.

And definitely Steve Harrington. 

"Thank god. Dude, are you deaf, or what? I've been asking for your help for ten minutes. Goddamn."

Okay, not a monster.

Just a dumb jock.

Eddie wheels around, snarking, "What's the matter, Harrington. The big bad wolf take a bite out of ya?"

And the next words, the next bit of sarcasm, dies in his throat. 

Steve's face is wrecked. His body, too, Eddie suspects by the way he's limping along. Eye nearly swollen shut, covered in a dark purple bruise. He's missing a shoe.

And he's in a sailor suit. Like the ones from the ice cream shop in the mall. Does Harrington work there? Surely not.

Eddie drops his bag, and bounds towards him, "What happened to you? Who did this? Or what?"

Steve looks at him from his one good eye, and sways. 

"Robbin'," Steve says, and Eddie grips his shoulders, forcing him to back up until he can sit down on the bench of the old picnic table.

"Robbing? You were robbed?" Eddie asks, and Steve's mouth is swollen, too. Blood staining his front teeth, dried on his face where it came from his broken nose.

"No. Robin," Steve repeats.

"Who's Robin?" Eddie questions.

"Robin. Buckley."

"From band? Robin Buckley from band did this to you?"

Steve looks exasperated, and like he wants to cry at the same time.

"No. No. The Russians. She made a trade. I said no, I did, but she was scared, and I was…this," Steve says. "We have to go back. I just need help. They drugged me."

"The Russians?" Eddie asks, his eyebrows shooting up. 

Steve nods, "Under the mall."

"How'd you end up out here in the woods?" Eddie asks. Because he's a long way from the mall, even if what he's saying is true. That's on the other side of town.

"They dumped me," Steve says. "I think they thought I was dead."

"Well, you look it," Eddie says, and then regrets it. 

"We need to find Nancy Wheeler. She'll know what to do."

"Steve, are you sure this is really something that happened? And not just in your head after whatever accident you've clearly had?"

Steve sighs and holds his head in his hands. He's missing a fingernail, like it had been plucked right off. Like he was tortured.

Shit. Okay.

"Okay, okay. We'll go back. We'll find Robin."

Eddie isn't at all sure what he's agreeing to, but Steve can't do anything by himself. Not in this condition. They'll find Nancy Wheeler, and Eddie isn't sure what a little priss like her is gonna do, but whatever Steve wants, they'll try.

"Thank you," Steve breathes, and as sure as Eddie is that he'll regret this, he's in it now.

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Atsv characters reaction to you calling them baby girl

A/n: Just silly little headcannons because this prompt has been living in my head rent free, also I’m adding Atsv to my writing list so feel to request headcannons. Pairing: Pavtri, Gwen, Hobie, and Miguel and Gn reader (Separately, Platonic or Romantic, just random bullshit I don’t know, headcannons )

Gwen: You’d just returned from an incredibly draining mission, your body ached with each tense step you took

But as soon as you saw Gwen leaned over one counter tops in dining hall you couldn’t help but feel a childish joy bubble up from in your chest

Wrapping your arms around her waist as you embraced her with a smile you whispered 

“How’s my baby girl doing today?”

And she fucking freezes, your what?

You had never called her anything like that before, she can’t help but feel a smile of confusion creep it’s way onto her face

“What, what did you just call me?” 

She asks with a smile 

She’s not mad at all, just confused as to what brought this on, but after you repeat it she shakes her head with a breathy laugh as she turns to hug you

She doesn’t really mind the nickname, I mean it’s not like she’s in love with it, but she finds your strange nature oddly endearing

Whenever you use it In front of others though, lord have mercy, she’ll do that thing where she freezes up and her eyes go wide as she tries to cover up what you were saying to her

Hobie and Pav tease the shit out of her

One time just to test the waters you used the name In front of Miguel, when I tell you she froze, I mean like a deer in headlights as she turned to you with the biggest glare she could offer

Miguel only scowls at the two of you as he rubbed his temple with a frustrated sigh

“Y/n, Gwen, at least try to keep this professional.”

She wouldn’t talk to you for two weeks after that

But once her anger had subsided she found herself getting used it too it

Pavtri:

You were in the kitchen, bent cookie recipe with furrowed brows as your eyes scanned the paragraph of instructions your eyes fell upon one particular ingredient 

Sugar

How could you have forgotten to buy some? With a groan you shifted your body to face Pavtri who had been laid out on the couch watching you work for the past hour of so, he looked over to you confused as to way you seemed so distressed 

“Hey, Baby girl?” 

You called out to him in only the sweetest tone, he couldn’t fight the smile that managed it’s way onto his now brightly grinning face

“Yes? My prissy pissy poo poo bear?”

At his ridiculous nickname, you couldn’t help but to burst out with a loud fit of laughter, as you clutched your stomach you turned back to Pav

“What, did you just call me?”

“What did you call me?” 

He shot back with a lopsided smile 

From then on anytime you used the nickname he only racked his brain for something ten times as ridiculous as what you had called him

You’ve compiled a list of all the weird shit he’s said

Anytime he does this you let out a soft snort and a quiet fit of giggles following this, and this only encourages Pav to keep going, he’s addicted to the sound of your laughter

But honestly he loves the nickname, the idea of him being yours and yours only, makes his heart flutter 

Hobie:

The idea had come to you a long time ago, you had to admit, that you found the idea of calling Hobie baby girl, was at least a little funny to you if not incredibly tempting 

With a shit eating grin crawling up onto your face, you’d found Hobie in his room, tweaking his electric guitar as he sat on his bed

His head shot up at he noticed your frimillar  figure slinking through his door, he offered you a lazy smirk as he placed his guitar to his right as he opened his arms for you

“How ya been doin’ love?”

He drew out, you felt your smile only widened as you returned his embrace 

“Not too well without my baby girl.”

You teased as you placed yourself onto his lap, kissing his cheek with a hum

“Damn Right.”

Just accepts it, baby, he’s whatever you want him to be 

Malewife, babygirl, you name it he’s yours 

He just loves you call him yours, and if you want he’ll call you the same 

Miguel:

It was a dare, it was a dare, fucking Peter B Parker would be the death of you

Miguel was right there, this was all you had to do before you could leave, this was it, it was only for a moment and then you were gone

Miguel sat alone in his office, his head propped up in one arm as his eyes tiredly drifted through the monitor screens, with signature pout plastered to his face 

With a deep breath, you turned and shot Peter one last glare as he smiled to you offering you a encouraging thumbs up as you stepped into

Miguel’s office, Miguel slowly turned his office chair as he looked to you with a bored look on his face

“Do you want something, Y/n.” 

He spat, he didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh but as he saw you wince slightly at his tone he couldn’t help but sigh, as he ran his hand through his messy hair

“What is it?”

He asked slightly softer than before, you drew in a deep breath as you approached him cupping his face with one hand as you kissed his other cheek

“Nothing much, just wanted to see my baby girl.”

You muttered against his skin

Miguel tensed up as soon as those words left your lips

“What the fuck did you just call me.”

At first you froze, you didn’t know if he was going to blow up, but much to your surprise

Miguel pushed you away as he quickly turned away letting out a string of irritated groans and growls as he held his face in his hands

He was so fucking glad you couldn’t see what an effect your words had on him, his face had glown bright red 

There was no way, he actually fucking liked that, this only caused him to growl louder which had you flinching 

“Get out!” 

He barked which had you scampering out of his office as fast as possible, he needed to cool of now, but he was definitely going to make it up to you later

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Requests are open teehee

[muldermuse]

who wants to talk about girldad!butcher !!!!! I DO 

your first daughter is called Bea and she wasn’t planned but it’s honestly not that big of a surprise. you’re having sex a lot and you haven’t been taking your contraceptive as regularly as you should be 

you conceived on a weekend away at a hotel resort, hughie and annie got it you for a birthday gift and after some shitty weeks at work- butcher thought it’d be a great idea to cash it in. soft and passionate sex on fresh hotel sheets???? missionary and watching butchers eyes roll back as soon as he’s balls deep in you??? anyway, you basically spent the entire weekend fucking so when your test is positive 6 weeks later- it makes a lot of sense

you were so nervous about telling butcher, you debated doing it in a cute way like dropping loads of hints BUT you end up just chucking 5 pregnancy tests at him as soon as he walks through the door

as soon as Bea turns 1, you decide to start trying for another baby and it takes longer than you expect. I think you both expected it to be quick as it had been before. it’s hard and frustrating. you take ovulation tests, track your cycle and you spy butcher reading ‘10 ways to boost male fertility’ articles on his phone. you cry a lot from frustration and the mounting number of negative tests in your bathroom trash. butcher frequently wakes up to the sound of you sobbing, he always holds you and doesn’t let go until he hears soft snores slipping past your pouted lips. you listen to advice of girlfriends and try and have fun with it. Which ofc butcher LOVES bc you’re doing roleplay, buying lingerie together and having quickies as often as possible

after 8 months with nothing, you kinda give up and of course; that’s when it happens. it’s when you’re both drunk after a party; it’s quick and frantic. it’s nastier than your usual sex, butcher’s controlling your breathing as he comes deep in you on your living room sofa. you don’t even do a test until kinda late because you’re so convinced you’re not going to get pregnant again.

you break down in the bathroom when you see the clear two lines.

and you decide to surprise him this time. 

you buy Bea a shirt from Etsy, a pink one that says ‘cutest big sister ever!’. you slip it on her just before butcher gets home. Butcher greets you with a kiss, his hand grabbing your ass to pull you closer to him.

“Bea baby” you coo “y’wanna show daddy your t shirt?”

“C’mon darlin’ let daddy see what monstrosity mum’s put ya in today” he holds out his arms and smiles as she races towards him with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. butcher doesn’t see it, too distracted by your daughters adorable waddle over to him 

“Go on butcher, read it out loud” you’re trying desperately to stop the tears from spilling down your face

“Cutest big sister ever…weird fuckin’ shirt…wait…darlin’, does this mean?” you hand him the positive pregnancy tests. you start rambling before he can speak- his eyes fixed to all the tests in his hand

“All positive, I spent way too much on all the tests I’m sorry but I wanted to be 100% sure but yeah…we’re having a baby” you start sobbing again and you hear Butcher’s voice crack as he tells you he loves you

he holds Bea close as he stands up and pulls you into a tight hug. you both excitedly try and tell your daughter but she’s more interested in the amount of kisses your both pressing against her face

when you lie in bed together that night, his hand stays pressed to your lower stomach  as he whispers about all the things he needs to get ready before the new baby is here

your family is complete when Blake is born 8 months later, she has butchers dark hair and your bright eyes

[impala-dreamer]

Meet Me At The Beach

A Supernatural Story

~ Texting and emails can feel so impersonal. There's nothing quite like exchanging tangible, handwritten letters with someone you love...~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader, Sam Winchester

4,025 Words

Warnings: Bittersweet Angst. SFW. 

A/N: This is for @jacklesversebingo "Writing Letters To Each Other" was the prompt. I hope you enjoy...

June 2

Dear Dean, 

This feels so weird. Do people really write letters anymore? Am I going to get strange looks at the post office when I go to buy a stamp? Will they even know what to do with this tiny envelope and folded piece of loose-leaf paper? I almost don’t know how to write anymore. My script looks kinda like chicken scratch, huh? Hopefully it’ll get better. It is weird not typing though. But emails just seem like work. Impersonal, ya know? Besides, it gives us something to look forward to when we hit the mailbox. Nice to open something that’s not a delinquent credit card bill, huh? 

Speaking of which- how the fuck do you do it? I just got another card canceled. My credit is non-existent. Fuck, I need to get a job. Could you imagine me in an office? High heels and panty hose and my hair tucked into a neat, matronly bun? I shudder to think! 

OK, this is weird. I just wanted to write “LOL” but it’s not an email. Or a text. Why are we doing this again? Oh, yeah, see above. 

Anyhoo- - - - I don’t even know what to say! Umm… I’m in New Orleans for a bit. Not working, just hanging out. My friend Emily from high school tracked me down online and we’ve been chatty. She’s in a band. They’re not bad. Not great, but not bad. So yeah, I took a drive down to see a show and I’m just lingering. Drinking too much, sleeping past noon. It’s fun. Nice little vacation. 

Which - ahem - you should be taking. When are you gonna get your ass out of that dusty old bunker and stick your toes in the sand? I already told you I’d meet you in Pensacola with sunscreen and a cooler of beer. You know you want to. Or are you just scared to show off your ugly toes in flip flops? Your boots might actually cry if you ever took them off, so I guess it’s just as well. 

Hey, do you remember that night in Richmond when it started pouring and your boots sank into the mud puddle? God, that was a mess. We were soaked to the bone. Nice way to warm up, though - cuddled in the back of the Impala. I miss that car. Sometimes, I think I can hear it at night when the world is quiet and the wind is still. It’s like the engine roars in the back of my mind and I start thinking about all our adventures, all the time we spent driving into the sunset. 

I miss you. Is that wrong? I probably shouldn’t. Or at least, I shouldn’t tell you that I do. But I do. I miss you so bad sometimes that it hurts. Like someone has punched me right in the chest. Maybe we can end up in the same town soon. Grab some tacos and sit on the hood. Make a mess. I’d like that. 

OK, before I get too emotional and start asking you to run away with me, I think I’ll end this ranting scribble of horrid handwriting. 

Write me back soon.

Love, Y/N

June 21 

Y/N- 

Your handwriting does not look like chicken scratch. I like it. Mine is like some toddler just learning his letters. Whatever. I never learned that fancy shit. I can sign my name and make a grocery list. That’s all I need. 

This is weird, yeah. But it’s kinda nice. Feels more… like you’re here. Does that make sense? Like seeing your handwriting, the dents in the paper- I don’t know. Just feels more real. Like you’re not just some computer talking back at me. Also there’s something strange about answering questions weeks later. I meant to write this sooner, but I got a little distracted. There was a Kung Fu marathon on and I just lost track of time. Too much pizza, not enough Carradine. Ya know? You know. 

Remember that horrible motel in Raleigh when we both caught that nasty stomach bug and stayed up all night watching old tv shows? Saltines and Little House. I’ll never forget it. You were so sick that day. Shit, I was sure I was gonna end up taking you to the hospital. Sure, I was puking too, but you looked like death. I hated that. Hated that I couldn’t help you, make you feel better. I did cook up a mean chicken noodle soup though, didn’t I? Not that it stayed down for long. 

Thank god for that yellow Gatorade. And yes- it’s fucking yellow. Not green. 

Anyway- I miss you too. I try not to, I really do. Not all the time, no offense, but sometimes I’m just fucking insane with shit going on. But at night, especially, I miss having you beside me. I miss rolling over and seeing you there, or hearing you snore. I miss feeling your freezing feet under the blanket. I don’t know, I just- 

What can I say? I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. I’m the biggest piece of shit in the universe. I shouldn’t have pushed you away. 

Can’t change the past. Just gotta move on. 

Maybe someday you’ll forgive me. I hope so anyway. 

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t dump that all out in a letter. I almost ripped this all up and started over. I actually let it sit for a day before I came back to it. But, fuck it- we said we were gonna write to each other and be honest, and here I am, being honest. 

Fuck, I’m so tired. That kinda tired when sleeping for ten days wouldn’t even put a dent in it. Yeah, OK, so things are getting a little better. Chuck’s gone for good this time. Jack’s got things back in place, even made a few improvements. Sam’s- well, he’s Sam. He’s fine, doing his thing. The dog is- did I tell you we have a dog now? Yeah, I know. Me and a dog- yeah right. But we do. Miracle. He’s a good boy. I’ll send you a picture soon. 

Never thought I could slow down like this. Feels like for the first time we can just - work. I mean, I’m never gonna give up hunting, not totally, but- feels like I could just ease back a bit. Been looking at some jobs in town- nothing crazy, fixing engines and stuff like that. Don’t know if you remember, but I’m pretty good with my hands. 

Did you blush? 

You did. 

OK. I guess- that’s it for now. I have no fucking idea how to end this so - bye?

~ Dean

P.S.  I’ll meet you at the beach soon. I promise.

Fifteenth of July 

To Whom It May Concern:

Re: Beach Vacation

Dear Mr. Winchester, 

I am very pleased to hear that you are agreeable to meeting me at the beach. It should be delightful fun to run through the surf and hunt for sea glass with you.

Oh shit! Do you remember that new age shop in… where the fuck was that? With the sea glass necklaces in the window that I said were so pretty and the witch inside said they were blessed to give the wearer riches or some shit like that. Where was that? Who knows.

Feels like we’ve been all over the world together. Well, this country at least. Lord knows I could never get you on an airplane. If only you could drive to Paris. Did I ever tell you about my trip to France? God, it was beautiful. Rained the whole time, but it was this beautiful, warm spring rain that made everything smell like dust and petals. Not rose petals, but those little white ones that grow on trees, ya know? It was so beautiful. Fuck it. I’m taking you one day. You need to see more than the dash of your car and the backroads of America. Time to travel!

Speaking of- I’m glad you’re slowing down a bit. I know that won’t be easy for you but if you think about it, you’ve spent the last forty years running from problem to problem like a damned bomb-sniffing dog. 

A DOG?! Dean Winchester, I never thought the day would come. I can’t wait to see a picture. Don’t forget it next time. 

I think you’d be a great mechanic. It was always very hot seeing you covered in sweat and grease especially if you had those damned coveralls on. I mean… what? I don’t think about you like that anymore, you know. It’s over and done with and we’re just friends. We are friends, aren’t we? Maybe something more than friends, I guess. Ex lovers? Ew. I hate that word. Lovers. So gross. Well, then what are we? Just two souls swimming in a fish bowl…

Year after year. Day after day. Do you know that I put nearly a hundred thousand miles on my poor truck this year? Back and forth, up and down the country. I don’t have to tell you how exhausting it is. Fun, but exhausting. Rewarding, but not. I wonder how many people remember me after I leave? Does that family in New Haven think about me whenever they go into the basement and it’s no longer haunted? Is there a photo of me on a fridge in Wilmington where I saved that guy’s fiance from the vamp nest? Probably not. I’m sure people remember you - The Great Dean Winchester. The sexy hunter with the green eyes and the giant black car. You’re hard to forget. Also, you hang out with a giant. Tell Sam I said hi. 

I do remember that puke fest! And it’s green. It’s literally neon green. Fight me. 

We could probably write a book, you and me. ‘Winchester & Y/L/N Do America’. It’s a coffee table book with pictures of random diner signs and gas station bathrooms. Maybe a list of the country’s best french fry places. Shit like that. Let’s do it. I’ll call my literary agent in the morning. Ha!

SPARTA!! That’s where that damned sea glass shop was. It just hit me! Stupid brain. I swear, I’ve been hit in the head way too many times. Broken too many bones. I’m getting too old for this shit. Did you know that my left knee pops whenever I stand up now? Like, how old am I?? I can’t stand it. I need a month at a spa somewhere in the desert. That’d be nice. 

Damnit. I just got a call from Vinnie Alverez. Do you know him? Hunter out of Pittsburg. Anyway- he needs help on a job. Guess I’ll cut this letter short. Hopefully I’ll find a box to drop this in on the way to PA! 

Miss you. 

Sincerely yours, 

Y/N

P.S. - I do forgive you, Dean. Of course I do. Things were just too hard back then. Life didn’t want to cooperate for us. It’s not your fault. Not my fault. It just was. Please don’t carry that guilt in your heart. You deserve better than that. 

August 2

Dear Y/N- 

You’re a real character, you know that? Love the corporate letter. I’m in for the book by the way. Could be awesome. We do need a full chapter on onion rings though. Make a note. 

I heard about your hunt in Pittsburgh. Came through the grapevine that you kicked some serious wolf ass. Nice job, kid. Hope you’re being careful. I know how bullheaded and impulsive you can get when you’re in the zone. Just watch your back, OK? Promise me. Last thing I wanna hear is that you got your heart clawed out or you’re walking around with a demon in your ass. 

Demons. Haven’t seen so many running around lately. Queen Rowena’s been keeping them in check. So fucking weird that she’s in charge now. Not that I’m surprised- she’s a badass bitch. If I had a nickel for every ruler of hell I was friends with, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. The kids still say that, don’t they? See, I’m not old. I keep up with pop culture and shit. Started watching the tik toks. I still don’t get it, but I like the woodturning stuff. Thinking about taking up whittling. Maybe carve you a keychain so you stop losing them. 

I got a call for a job interview. Chickened out though. I don’t know if I’m ready to start all that, ya know? Start a real life in the real world- just seems- I don’t know, scary. Yeah, I’ve faced every deadly thing on this and other worlds but the idea of getting a 9 to 5 civilian job scares me. I’m some kinda fucked up, huh? 

I think about it a lot though. Getting a job, finding a little house somewhere, settling down. A little fenced in yard so Miracle can run around and dig up dirt. Might put a rocking chair on the porch and watch the clouds, some shit like that. Would you come visit me in my Barbie dream house? I’ll cook you breakfast every morning and you can rub my feet at night. Real cozy couple stuff. 

OK, so maybe I’m thinking about you more and more these days. Maybe I’m regretting leaving. Maybe I’m just an idiot daydreaming about meeting you somewhere in the middle and sweeping you off your feet. One of those running hugs that hurts when you collide but ends in a kiss that makes everything feel better. I’m a real romantic fuck, huh? I was digging through my drawers yesterday and I found a pair of your socks. Those tiny ones that barely covered your ankle. I don’t know why they were stuffed in the back of the dresser, but there they were. Dingy white socks with the pink threads on the toes. I’ll bring them to the beach when we meet up. 

Oh, Sam says hi and he hopes you’re good and he wants you to shoot him a text when you can. You can do what you want, but you better not mail him a letter. That’s just for me. God, my hand is cramping up. I’m not used to this. Oh, and you’re not alone. My knee creaks like a haunted house when I go up stairs now. And my right wrist pops, and my neck makes this weird almost squeaking sound, and my ass- well, I could go on, but just know you’re not alone. Kinda weird to think that we lived long enough to be this old, ain’t it? I never thought I’d live to be thirty and here I am staring down 42. Forty Fucking Two. Can you believe that shit? Goddamnit I got old. Let’s go find a nursing home together. Maybe we can get a double room- or a king sized bed?

Think about it. We could be cranky old people together. Losing our memories and shuffling around with walkers and shit. You’d look cute with white hair. And fuck, my beard’s already going gray. Should I grow out my beard? 

Write back soon. I really like seeing your letters in the box. 

Dean  x

My dearest Dean Winchester, it is with great happiness that I write this letter to you and I do hope that it finds you well and happy and all good things and I can’t keep this formal shit up. Ha!

Anyway- but yeah, things are good. I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but I was on a little trip around the continent. Headed up to Montreal for a bit. Killed some nasties, salted some bones, generally fucked around. My beloved truck crapped out in Burlington, Vermont, so I had to hang out there for a while and gather my resources to get a new vehicle. I think you’d like her. Green Ford Explorer from ‘94. OK, she’s not as sexy as the Impala, but she gets me where I need to go. Which, apparently, was Maine! I met up with some friends in Greenville. Cute little town full of witchcraft. So much fun. Also had a lobster roll on a pier… I swear to god, they plucked this thing right out of the water and slapped it on a buttered roll. You’d LOVE it. I’m gonna take you there someday. 

Speaking of- We need to make plans for Florida. I picked up a little bikini on my travels and I think I really need to show it off. Maybe you could be my bodyguard and keep the creeps away while I’m sunbathing? To repay you for your services, I’ll gladly let you take it off me at night…

Oh, and I’ve thought about this extensively, and I believe that you should, in fact, grow your beard out. Like, full on, bushy lumberjack beard. I can’t wait to see all that gray. You know I have a thing for older men… and you’ll always be older than me, Dean Winchester and don’t you forget it!

And for your information, I don’t lose my keys anymore! I got one of those… apple taggy things. Now I know where they are at all times. Can’t find my phone to find them sometimes, but that’s another issue. 

Two weeks later, I’m picking up my pen again. Sorry this is taking forever. Things are stupid busy. I wish I could just… put this fucking gun down and go live with you on a farm somewhere. Not a working farm, we wouldn’t keep pigs or anything because gross, but a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Big white house with a giant tree in the yard and a tire swing and a picket fence and a kid chasing the dog around and - 

Shit. Do you ever think about it? I do. A lot. More than I’d like to and it fucking cuts me up inside every time. I know we could never have kept it, and life- I mean- it just wasn’t meant to be. But I do think about it sometimes. Imagine if we’d just walked away from the life and tried to be a family? Impossible, I know. Maybe in another life. 

Shit, I’m sorry. Fuck. Ignore me. I haven’t slept in a while and I just

I want to see you. Can we meet somewhere? Wherever you want. I’ll come to you. 

~ Y/N 

Dear Dean, 

This is my second attempt at writing this. Crumpled up the first one because I’m an idiot. Am I an idiot? Did I piss you off with the last letter? I honestly didn’t mean to. I just- we said we’d be honest, and you’ve been so open in your letters that I thought it was ok to talk about, but I guess not. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have dug that stuff up. 

I’m so tired and stressed and I miss you so much. Since we’ve been writing back and forth it’s almost like I can’t stop thinking about you. I get so fucking excited to check the mail whenever I roll back into town. It’s like… I don’t know, it’s like Christmas every time I see your handwriting in my box. Remember the time you wrote your name on my thigh in Sharpie? That stayed on for like a week. I shoulda gotten it inked on. That’d be something, huh? Branded by a Winchester. 

Fuck, Dean, I really hope you’re not mad at me. I really want to call you, but we said we wouldn’t. Just write me back, please. 

I’ll be in your neck of the woods next week. Got turned onto a haunting up in Abilene. Maybe we can meet on the road somewhere? Please? 

Hey, did you know there’s a Hunter, Kansas? Wonder why they didn’t build the bunker there. I don’t know, made me laugh when I was looking at the map. 

Anyway- Please write me back. Or call. Or text. Or send a damned pigeon with a tiny letter taped to its foot. I don’t care, how, just do it please. Even if you’re mad at me and don’t want to talk anymore, I get it. But please. Just let me know, OK?

I’m sorry. 

Love, Y/N

Dear Y/N,

I didn’t know you and my brother were writing to each other like this, but I found your last few letters to him in his private P.O. Box. I didn’t even know he had one of his own, but I guess we all keep secrets from those we love. I hope you don’t mind that I read your letters. Not all of them, but the last two that came through. Please know that Dean would have responded if he could have, I know he would have. He talked about you a lot recently. Said you two were in contact and that he was hoping to find some time to meet you for a vacation. I don’t know where you guys were planning on going, but I found a new Hawiian shirt in his closet with the tags still on it. 

I know we spoke on the phone after he passed, but I wanted to send this to you. I was cleaning up his stuff and found his notepad. Looks like he’d started a letter before we left for Canton. I think he’d want you to have it. 

I’m closing up the Bunker soon. I don’t really know where I’ll go, but I can’t be here right now. Not without my brother. 

I’ll always be around if you need anything or want to talk. I’ll always answer the phone for you, Y/N. 

Be well,

Sam Winchester

Y/N/N, 

If I could take it back I would. Every fucking word. I think about it now and I know we made the wrong choice. I know we could have made it work if we tried. But we are both total fuck ups who can’t be normal. We just can’t. 

Forgive me

That’s dog slobber up there, not tears. Just fyi. Definitely not tears. I think I might have been a little drunk when I started writing and then well-

Anyway- Maine sounds awesome. We were there once but no time for lobster rolls. Guess I missed out. 

Not much to report since the last letter. Been kinda quiet here. But… I did apply for a job. Well, I filled out the application. Well, I started filling it out. It’s actually underneath this notepad right now. I’ll get to it. I will. I just need a good kick in the ass. Or maybe a pinch… wink wink

I absolutely think we need to get together. Pick some place stupid like the World’s Largest Frying Pan or South of The Border. I’ll meet you. Just say when. 

Guess this letter will take a little longer to finish. We’re leaving for Ohio in a little bit. There’s a buncha vampire dicks making a mess. Gonna take ‘em to batting practice. Show them my machete swing. I’ll give a full report when we’re back home

Dean Dean, 

I made it to the beach. It’s hot, like stupid hot. Had to stand in the water just to keep my toes from burning. I’ve been sitting here for hours trying to think of something to say, but all I can say is I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here with me. I wish things had been different. I wish and wish and wish. 

If I throw this into the ocean will it get to you somehow or will my words just wash away like the sand? 

I’ll see you again someday. I hope so, anyway. Let’s just pretend I’m destined for Heaven. I know you’re up there. You were too good not to be. You sacrificed so much, cared so much, saved so many people. I know you made it. If there’s any mercy in this universe, I’ll be up there someday too. Just don’t have too much fun without me. 

I love you, Dean. Always. 

Y/N

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Scandalous [Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas] (Helluva Boss) pt. 9 - If I Had a Nickel

pt 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8

Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn’t exactly considered classy, Stolas.

If Blitzø had a nickel for every ex of one his friends’ he’d fucked he’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?

Word count: 6,117

Warnings: since it’s something concubi need to survive, having sex with humans for that need is not considered cheating between them in of itself. doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel shitty. you’ll get this when you get to it. this takes place during spring broken but I’ve already said do not take the shows timeline as entirely the same as my own lol. Spring broken will have happened after Exes and Ohhs but Exes and Ohhs will have happened before Ozzie’s in this fic. Kind of sexual/physical assault of Moxxie (same that happens in the episode, nothing graphic or anything), pretty tense chapter, Verosika is very much a bitch here but don’t worry abt it.

If you were to say so yourself, things have been pretty okay the past few weeks, which is a great freaking accomplishment, especially with Spring Break coming up.

Apart from being emotionally hard, considering the... well, the memories tied to it, Spring Break just makes you anxious, more than ever now that you actually had access to the human world during it with Stolas’ Grimoire.

… Which is the exact concern Ozzie expressed during the last sleepover you had at his place the previous week.

But you got this under control.

Of course, you'd still be careful, planning on staying in the office more often until you could find yourself less nervous about going up, and you made sure to tell him that.

Besides, there's plenty things more fun and more important for you to think of. You've been hanging out with Blitzø a lot these days, and you were actually having fun with the ‘trade’ with Stolas that you were now an official part of. You and Milllie managed to keep the weekly sleepover nights pretty consistent, Loona hasn't been in such a terrible mood lately and, therefore, Moxxie has been significantly calmer, too. You'd even managed to be sooo brave and keep yourself calm enough to make small talk with Fizz when Ozzie left the two of you alone for a few minutes in one your nights over at their place. Hey, maybe next week you can ask him a question, even!

Not much, admittedly, but progress nonetheless. Befriending your best friend's boyfriend is a little nerve-wrecking, especially when he’s so wary of the fact that you’re the only demon in hell with the power to confirm the rumors about them are real and have shit hit the fan for them.

You even- wait.

You recognize the song the very second it starts playing, taking you out of your thoughts and glancing at Blitzø as he turns the volume all the way up.

“You were the spicy little demon with the bleach blonde hair-“ you sing along with the car radio, holding an imaginary microphone to yourself before holding it to Blitzø.

“F-fiending for some- uhh- yeah, when I caught your stare!” Blitzø tries to sing along into it as he drives and you laugh at his attempt to sing the lyrics, already knowing he'd get most of them somewhat wrong, before leaning towards him so you can both sing into the imaginary mic together.

“Thought it might be love- but what?”

“But you went too far! Fucked all my friends and-“ Blitzø’s eyes widen so much they might as well fall off their sockets. “Holy shit-“ He steers the wheel so violently everyone thrashes around in the car, everyone in the backseat falling over each other and pushes the brakes forcefully, making the car come to a stop abruptly and he immediately proceeds to shove his head through the open window to yell at whoever it was that, as you could see now, had parked in his designated parking space. “Oh, you suck for life, do ya?”

He even goes through the trouble of fumbling to grab a megaphone he apparently kept in the glove compartment for... situations like this? Well, something like that. He continues yelling out insults until the sight of who comes out of the car makes him stop speaking completely.

It’s a hard task making Blitzø shut his mouth, you gotta give her that.

“Oh, shit. Verosika.” You state out loud, but it's more to yourself than anything. What's weird is that Blitzø says the exact same thing, the exact same time.

"Oh, shit. Verosika?” He asks, and you figure it's more to himself than anything as well. He turns to face you for a moment, blinking a few times before speaking. “You know her?”

“Uhhh…. “ So much for things being good lately. You want to stall as much as you can, you want to vanish from where you were, you want the floor to swallow you whole never to be seen again. The most you can do about all of that is trying to sink down on your seat so she doesn't see you, but it’s no use, really. She pops her bubblegum and grins at you. She already has.

“Blitzo.”

“I should have known you’d be here. I could smell fish from miles, which is odd, because I believe the nearest ocean is-” he pushes himself so far out the window he ends up falling face-first to the floor, but gets up as quick as he can just so he can finish his insult. “Three rings down!”

“And I should’ve known you’d be here when I heard the amber alerts.”

“Oh, yeah? I’m surprised they let your fat ass out of rehab.” She was in rehab? Again? “I can see you're still a drunken whore, clutching onto that beelzejuice bottle like its the last cock in hell!”

“They let me out because I’m still famous. And rehab is for sad, loser washups. So… your sister says hi. You wanna come out now, y/n? I'm sure you're familiar with the subject."

You sigh, deciding it’s better to confront her right now than to let her say too much, and so you get out of the car, walking towards where her and Blitzø stood. “Hi.”

“Hi? That’s all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“For starters, what the fuck is going on, maybe?”

“What do you mean?”

“Getting with my fucking ex? Now that’s low even for you.”

“Your ex? Who's your ex?”

“Oh so you didn't know I dated him, that’s totally not why you’re here with him right now. Right.”

“You dated her?”

“Yeah, we dated for a while,” Blitzø shrugs. Oh, no.

“Yeah, until he ran off leaving me to pay for the hotel room, stole my car and-” Blitzø joins in, finishing word for word what she had to say, like he'd heard the speech a million times before. You don't doubt he has. “-run three rings to wrath and max my credit cards on shitty horse-riding lessons!”

“Goddamit, whore, you will not let that go!”

“You… did that?”

“What, you gonna crucify me for it? How the fuck do you even know each other? Were you friends or something?"

“I- uh-”

“We dated too. Unfortunately.” Verosika spits out.

Blitzø turns to face you. “Wait what? You dated my ex?”

“Well I definitely dated her first. That tattoo was not there,” you point at the tattooed heart with Blitzø’s name crossed out inside of it, and Verosika instantly covers it with her coat.

“That’s true. Until… well, I’ll let the slut tell you what she did,” she tells Blitzø before smiling at you. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I'm doing a bit of freelance for one of the infinitely more successful companies in the building, and they wanted to have me come in this week to lead their team during Spring Break. Hey, maybe you wanna come too? Oh, wait, I forgot you’re on the big guy’s watchlist. Maybe he can give you a pemission slip?"

You avoid her gaze, feeling smaller than ever at the dig. She laughs at your reaction.

Blitzø interferes. “Well I don't know what that fucking means. But you said a week? No, no, you are not parking here for a fucking week.”

“Aw, you mad, Blitzø? Choke on a sandpaper cock.” She walks away flipping him off, and he chases after her.

You stay right where you are.

Blitzø follows suit behind her and threatens to call HR lest she parks somewhere else, which understandably sends all three of them into a laughing fit at the ridiculousness of the thought. Verosika snaps her fingers signaling to whoever her guard hound she’s parading around is to go, both exiting the parking lot.

As soon as they're gone, Loona barges out of the van. “You guys know Verosika Mayday?”

“Oh, yeah, her, yeah, we dated.”

“Yeah. Same.”

“Wait. You both dated Verosika Mayday?”

"Apparently."

“Ha! Now that’s karma.”

“Shut up, Moxxie,” Blitzø tells him.

“Was it before or after she became a popstar?” Millie asks.

“Sir. You dated a popstar?”

“Okay, why are you all acting like thats such a shock? Where's all that negative energy for y/n?”

“Hello? It’s Verosika Mayday.” Loona says, in a tone that's meant to shove it in his face that what they're trying to say is obvious.

“It’s… you.” Millie adds.

“I just- I mean, y/n is understandable. But you? Was she suffering some form of brain damage?”

“Okay, look, you are all making this into a way bigger deal than it needs to be. I don't pry into your stupid personal lives.”

A chorus of different ways to tell him he does, all the time, erupts from the three, you even joining in with a “dude, yeah you do.”

“What was sex with her like?” Millie asks you, and you feel like you’re going to short-circuit. This is not something you want to get into right now.

“Millie!” Moxxie exclaims before you can even say anything in return.

“What? She’s a popstar! You'd wanna know what sex with Michael Crawford was like.”

Moxxie opens his mouth to dispute her but stops himself. “Touché.”

“So, tell me later?” Millie asks you.

“Just drop it!" Blitzø exclaims. "Millie, find a temporary spot for that truck, okay?” He throws the keys to her. “Looney, Moxxie, Y/n, let’s go handle this shit.”

You take the elevator, and Loona begins to nervously pull on her hair. “Do you think they saw me? Fuck, I did my makeup shitty today.”

“Oh, you look perfect, Looney! Like alwaysss” Blitzø tells her, and she rolls her eyes.

“Shut up da- Blitz.” She shoves him away.

“You look great, Loons. Not coming from your dad.”

“Ugh, don’t say ‘dad’,” Loona complains, storming off, presumably to the office, but bumps into the hellhound Verosika had been with in the parking lot, who you assume is her bodyguard.

Loona stutters as she tries to apologize for bumping into him, clearly flustered, and hey, you get why.

Blitzø notices it too, though, and immediately goes into protective dad mode, throwing himself between the two. “Aww, big man, where’s yout bitch bag of an employer?”

The bodyguard doesn’t seem amused by Blitzø’s try at being intimidating, a bored-as-ever look on his face. “She’s in her office. There wasn’t room on the second floor, so they rented one here on this one,” he explained, pointing at the door….

The door right across from the I.M.P. office.

Great. Awesome. Fucking fantastic.

“Oh, come on!” Blitzø exclaims, frustrated as well.

The guy laughs and shrugs before walking out. “Sorry, man.”

“Oh, no, you don’t, bitch,” Blitzø mumbles under his breath, eyes trained on Verosika’s door.

Moxxie chimes in. “Sir! How about you let me go in and try to reason with her? You two clearly have a history with her, but I’ll be immune to her insults! I don’t really listen to what’s classified as ‘pop genre’ music, so her status to me is-”

“Moxxie, shut the fuck up and go,” Blitzø interrups, and Moxxie goes on his way, entering the office. Through the blurred glass wall, you could make out the silhouette of Verosika and two other concubi.

From outside, it’s still possible to hear what he says to her, and it is pitiful. “Hello Ms…. Verosika, was it? I work for IMP and it is actually rather important for us to retain the singular parking space we were assigned, because-”

One of the concubi interrupts him, and you swear you find the voice familiar. “Aw, look at the little one! He’s got a little bowtie!”

“Please don’t condescend me, ma’am. I’m-”

An incubus pops out of nowhere, offering to do something you can’t quite make out to him.

“A… kind offer, but… I’m married.”

Verosika leans down to Moxxie’s level. “Hey, why don’t you send a little message from me back to your limp-dick boss and his new girlfriend?”

Oh fuck, oh fuck-

They’re on him in a second, the true forms showing through the blurred glass as silhouettes..

“Shit, Moxxie!”

“Moxxie, don’t let her access any of your holes!” Blitzø yells at him.

“We should go inside!” You tell him, but it’s a mere second before Moxxie’s thrown out the door. You help him get up, and you can’t help but worry if he’s okay. “Mox?”

“I- I gotta go lie down, now,” he tells you, walking into the I.M.P. office.

For a second, Blitzø looks worried about him too. And then that’s replaced with anger. “Oh, this won’t stand!” He screams, kicking open the door to Verosika’s new office and promptly yelling at her. “Alright, cunt, that’s it! If you’re gonna be shitty to my employees, then I challenge you to a fucking…challenge! Fuck, I said that twice.”

“Is this imp boy starting a demon duel?” Fuck. It’s Izabeth. That’s why the voice was familiar. You remember being her friend too. Now she glanced at you as you stood by the door like you were nothing.

All of them did.

“I think he is!” Verosika replies, seemingly excited. “What’s the game, then, Blitzo?” Of course she insisted in calling him that, too.

“Every year you STD spreaders go up topside for easy picking while Spring Break is a prime time for crime of all kind.” You know he says it to hurt her, but his words hurt you too. Does he think that about you, too? Is that how he sees you? Is that how they all see you? There’s not much time to dwell on that just then. He keeps on. “So I bet you succu-bitches can’t fuck as many people as we can off by the end of the day.”

They all laugh at him, and, yeah, you would too if you were in their place, probably.

When Blitzø doesnt back down, she leans down to be at face-level with him. “Oh, you’re serious? Well, then we’re gonna talk rules.”

“Rules? You fuck and we kill why would we need rules?”

“Her.” She points at you with a gloved claw, and your eyes widen. “She can’t seduce anyone to lure them to be killed.”

“What? That’s bullshit!”

“Hey, I’m only making things fair! Seducing the humans is our thing. And you wouldn’t believe how good she is at that. There would be none left for us, would there?” she grins.

“Oh fuck you, Verosika,” you say, tired of the witty remarks about the past you so desperately wanted to bury.

“Bet you still would if I let you.” She leans down to face Blitzø once again. “Fair?”

“Okay. We don’t need that anyway.”

“Alright then. Game on, bitch.”

[. . .]

Blitzø manages a whole two seconds of silence as you walk to the office before he just has to say something. “So. Ya wanna tell me what that whole thing was about?”

“What do you mean?”

“The way she was acting super shady and talking shit about you? She said she’d let you explain what you did to her and that’s saying something cause when it comes to me? Oh she looooves talking about what I did to her.”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Huh. I’ll get it out of you somehow. But. Apparently you were like some sort of human seducing machine is what I hear? Why do we take so little advantage of that?”

“Cause we don’t need to. I’m an assassin now. I kill. I don’t need to seduce anyone to do that.”

“Okay! Okay, geez. Whatever. But don’t think I forgot whatever that was about you being on some “big guy’s watchlist”.”

You wish he would.

The two of you are the last ones to enter the meeting room, and you take a seat next to Loona as Blitzø stands in front of the big white board with stupid shit drawn all over it.

“Alright, shut your assholes! Here’s how we’re gonna do this shit.” He pulls out a drawing of yourselves, seemingly out of nowhere, and points to it as if it explained everything, when in reality it was pretty much indecipherable. “First, we find a fuck ton of clients. We portal up. We have our fun murder time as per usual. We pile all the bodies into a big fucking canoe. We push said canoe into some water. We light it on fire to attract the sharks and eagles and maybe a goose too, fuck it. They come and eat the bodies, we win the bet, we rub it in that sloppy bitch’s drunken whore-ass face, do you have any questions?”

“A canoe?” You ask.

“Why do we have to light them on fire?” Millie follows.

“Uh, yeah, why was that nonsense?”

“That one wasn’t a question.”

“That wasn’t a plan.”

“I’m sorry, that was a flawless presentation of what we should do, Mox, it’s not my fault you got a smooth little brain upstairs.”

“A what, now?”

“I’m calling you slow, Moxxie. God, why don’t you learn to take criticism, you talentless baby fucked troll?”

Moxxie climbs up to stand on the table, fuming. “Why don’t you take an art class?”

“Why don’t you see how expensive they are?” Blitzø yells back, pulling on the collar of Moxxie’s dress shirt.

“Hey, is there a way I can come with you guys this time?” Loona questions, nonchalant, interrupting whatever it was that was happening between the two and making everyone turn to look at her.

“Absolutely not, I forbid it. Not gonna happen. Sorry, sweetie, Spring Break is no place for young, vulnerable goth girls. You know the kind of freaks up there who drool all over you!”

“Just let the girl go, Blitzø,” you tell him, and he gives you a dirty look.

“Yeah, Blitz! I can blend in with humans easy enough. Just let me tag along!”

“Wait. Say that again.”

“I can… blend in with humans?”

“Do you have a human disguise?” Millie asks her, and you stop to think of it too. Since when has that been going on? Everyone’s seen yours plenty enough, even though you didn’t use it every single time you went up. How did you somehow miss the fact that Loona had a disguise of her own?

“Yeah, don’t all of you? I’ve seen y/n’s.”

The three share looks between each other, similar looks of deer caught in headlights.

“Wait. Are you the only one who has one?” Loona asks you.

“Well, yeah.”

“The three dickheads have been screwing around on Earth this whole fucking time without human disguises? And you’ve been letting them?”

“Hey how’s that my fault? Not like I can conjure disguises for them.”

“Hey now, we have to focus here! New plan. Y/n’s not allowed to use her human disguise cause apparently she’s this huge human awe-ing machine or something. But they didn’t say we couldn’t use Looney’s. Looney, you can help lure the humans to us and we’ll take care of the rest. Real simple, yeah?”

“Wait what’s that about a human aweing machine?” Moxxie questions.

“Unimportant,” you reply.

“How about the new plan, then?” Blitzø asks.

“Flawless logic,” Millie says.

“I think you’re missing the biggest issue, sir. Isn’t it crucial to have a client who demands enough kills to win this bet? We aren’t just going up to massacre!”

Moxxie has a point. But, surprisingly, it seems Blitzø has thought of that already.

“I got that covered.”

Blitzø takes out a blank piece of paper, scribbling away on it with the markers you bought him for his birthday a few months prior. After finishing whatever it was he was doing with it, he takes you all outside, revealing the handmade flyer as he glued it to a lamppost just outside the building.

Spring break

Victim

50% off!!

It even had a drawing of his very happy doodle-self beside a decapitated person and, naturally, various horse drawings scattered around the page that had nothing to do with anything. As charming as it was, there was really no way this single tiny flyer could attract anyone, let alone enough clients to have you win the bet with Verosika.

“Now, we wait.”

Moxxie voices thoughts similar to yours. “Sir, there is no way we are going to get enough clients by the end of the day with one poorly spelled, bad-grammar flyer!”

It takes less than a single minute for the street to be packed with people waiting in line in front of it.

Blitzø opens a cocky grin, laughing at Moxxie and elbowing his side before walking up to the first few people in line. “Now, who’s first?”

Okay, maybe he had this under control, after all. Huh.

[. . .]

Satan, Spring Break was… the exact same.

It was the absolute same as it ever had been, down to the thick, thick scent of hormones, sweat and bodily fluids mixed with sunscreen and a hint of weed, up to the obnoxiously loud music and even more obnoxiously loud people.

As annoying as it was to think of it now,, Spring Break did serve you a great deal in the past. Easiest, quickest way to human sex you’d ever encountered. The weeks of Spring Break could be enough to saciate a concubus’ need to go up for a long time if you were smart about it.

They were supposed to be enough, at least.

It’s been quite a few years since you’ve been up on Earth during this time of the year. Ozzie would not be pleased to hear about it, and he’d probably still go on and on about how irresponsible and careless you were being, but if you could get through this, and you truly felt you could, then maybe you could make him proud, too. Happy for you, even.

Well. Nothing like a little murder to get your mind off of things these past couple years. What’s some more?

“Now, remember, we can’t be seen, alright? And loose shots will likely cause a panic, so Loona can help with leading targets to a better spot to off ‘em. You got thhe, Looney?”

Loona takes a sniff at the piece of paper before nodding, standing up to change into her human disguise. Blitzø beams at her appearance.

“Oh, Looney, look at you, you look downright awful! I am so proud. Now fetch!” He points to the packed beach, and she does as said.

Luring the humans was going rather easily with Loona’s help. Blitzø wasn’t wrong, they were all over her. All it took was a look and a ‘come here’ motion, and she could take them wherever she needed: dark alleys where Blitzø could blow their heads off with a gun as she leaned back and watched, by the bridge where Millie could push them to their death and Moxxie could take care of the body, by some hidden corner where you could behead them… yeah, things were going pretty okay, and you had nine kills in no time.

Blitzø was just bragging about it to no one in particular when her voice came on.

“Alright, Spring Breakers! Y’all ready to get fucked up and make som ebitching bad choices?” Verosika announces from up on the stage, where she stood in her human disguise while huge pink-colored screens read ‘fuck you blitzo’ on them in block letters all around her.

“Fuck, she’s gonna sing. We’re not gona stand a chance,” you say, more to yourself than anyone else.

And that’s exactly what she does. “This is your final boarding call. All aboard.”

Pack your bags

Sun’s out

Take a vacay, babe

Take it straight to bonetown

V-time, free time, baby, relax

Self-care, no hair, brazilian wax

Hornt-up, succu-bus to the beach

Catch some rays while catching some D

It takes less than a whole minute for all the concubi she’d come up to earth with to find themselves busy with one, two or more humans each. Which makes up more than the total kills up until now.

“Goddamnit, that bitch started her goadish mating call! Now she’s gonna win all these sex maniacs, we gotta pick things up, guys.”

You nod in agreement, motioning to a guy throwing up beside you. “How about him?”

“Is he on the list, Looney?” Blitzø asks, but she’s… distracted. Of course, it’s pretty clear what’s going on.

“Yeah. Yeah I think so,” she replies, and it doesn’t reassure you at all, not when her whole undivided attention is trained on the Vortex guy who you have to admit looks pretty hot in his human disguise. And hey, he looked human but he wasn’t human, so you wonder if it would- no. Fuck, no. You’re not here for anything other than killing the targets in the list.

Loona’s reply seems enough for Blitzø, who grabs an axe from who-the-fuck-knows-where and quite literally slices the man in half after getting asked if he’s a leprechaun. “Alright, Looney, c’mon, who’s next? Looney? Loon- Looney? Where’s my baby?”

Blitzø immediately panics as he can’t find her where she just was a second ago, and you grab him by the shoulders to turn him in her direction as she walks up to talk to Vortex, making to take care of disposing of the leprechaun guy’s corpse with Millie’s help as Blitzø just stares for a moment before following her.

Pack your bags

Sun’s out

Take a vacay, babe

Take it straight to bonetown

Verosika takes a swig out of a flask before yelling out “now, who wants a piece of this?” and throwing it to the audience. The liquid ends up spilled into many people’s drinks as it flies through the air before landing on the ocean water, and it takes about three seconds for your suspicions about what was in the flask to be proven right as you notice the way people are acting now- that sure as shit wasn’t just alcohol..

You and Millie find Moxxie after you’re done, and he’s watching Blitzø pathetically try to cockblock Loona. He sighs. “Aaaan, we’ve lost him. It’s looking like it’s up to us to handle this list. You wanna make sure he doesn’t blow our cover?” He asks you, and you sigh in annoyance.

“Not like I get to want anything.” You stand up regardless, making your way to where the three stood while Millie and Moxxie began their speed-run (speed-kill?) of the target list.

“What, I can’t have a break?” Is the first thing you hear from the conversation, coming from Loona.

You immediately interrupt, scolding Blitzø. “Blitz you need to get the fuck out of here you’re gonna get us into shit!”

“That’s exactly what I just said!” Loona tells you.

“That is exactly what she just said, actually,” Vortex comments and you ignore it.

“A break? We have a parking spot on the line!” Blitzø yells back, and you know he’s actually being protective of her but pretending it’s about something else.

Vortex decides to tell him off too. “Hey, dude, why dont you chill out?”

“Why don’t you stay out of it? ‘Kay? This is our business.” He holds up another one of his doodles with his tail for a second. “Literally.”

Loona growls in frustration at him. “Fuck, Blitz! Why can’t you stay out of my face for, like, five minutes?”

“Because I adopted you! And that should mean something!” He turns his back to her, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly.

“Oh, what does it matter? You’re not my real dad. I was almost eighteen!”

“It still counts!”

“Well, it shouldn’t!”

“Loon-” you try to stop her. You know her well enough to know she’ll feel bad for saying whatever she’s saying right now, but it’s no use.

“No! I didn’t need him then and I don’t need him now. You hear that, Blitz? I. Don’t. Need. You!” She’s the one to turn her back to him this time, and he looks back at her with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“Okay, look, I know that hurt, but you can’t be out here, Blitz.”

“But- but Looney-”

“She just wants to talk to a cute guy without getting embarrassed. Let her be normal. She doesn’t mean it.”

“Oh how are you so fucking sure, huh? You keep secrets.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You ask him as you shove him away from the large group of people.

“Yeah I said it. You’re a- you’re a secret keeper! Who are you to know if people mean what they say?”

“Blitz, if this is about what Verosika said-”

“Oh but it is! It is about what Verosika said! Or what she didn’t say actually. Do we even know you?”

“My life before you is none of your fucking business- fuck.” you lose track of what you were going to yell at him when you see Moxxie get thrown in the air, getting exposed to a few people around where he lands on the sand. Blitzø’s eyes follow yours.

“Ah! Oh, my god, it’s a fucking possum!” A woman exclaims, pointing at Moxxie, to which he curses under his breath before some guy grabs him from the ground and shoves him into a beer cooler, immediately throwing it around in the air with Moxxie inside.

“Come on, we gotta go help Mox out,” you tell Blitzø.

“Ya hear that, Looney? I’m gonna go kill something. You enjoy your break!” He childishly yells to her.

You find Moxxie at the same time as Millie does. Pulls the cooler’s lid open and he falls out of it, clearly drunk off his mind from the beer. She stands over him and he calls out her name excitedly from where he lies on the sand. “Millie! Hi. Hey. Hey, where did you get four heads? I wanna kiss ‘em!” He makes grabby hands and a kissy face at her, to which she just smiles in return at the drunken state he’s in. It’s sweet, actually.

“Come on, Mox,” she mumbles before helping him stand up. He’s so wasted he needs to lean on her to keep himself standing.

“You guys okay?” Blitzø asks her.

“Yeah, we-” Millie starts, but is interrupted by… well…

“Ooh! Fish!” Moxxie exclaims, giggling, as he points to the huge, monstrous creature that rose out of the ocean, killing everything in it’s way out of the water and causing panic to overcome everyone in the beach, resulting in a screaming, bloody mess all over.

Personally, that’s not the word you’s use for it, but sure. A fish.

The fish captures Moxxie with its gross, gigantic tongue, pulling him towards itself before attempting to swallow the imp. Fuck.

Millie shares a look with you before promptly killing a man, stealing the glass bottle he held and improvising a molotov cocktail, throwing it at the creature and stunning it enough to fall back in the shallow part of the water. “Kill the rest of ‘em! Go!” She yells out to you and Blitzø, which is enough for you to trust her to solve the situation on her own.

You and Blitzø resume to killing whoever more you could identify as targets, a harder task now that they were panicking and running around in a frenzy, but you manage to get about six before Millie’s done, cutting the creature’s tongue off as it held Moxxie and sending him flying over towards Blitzø, where Blitzø, who manages to catch him in his arms, making one of the targets shocked enough for you to put a bullet though their head.

Millie finally begins to walk up to where you are after killing the monster, chest heaving with heavy breaths and spitting a little blood on the sand, but otherwise okay.

“Is Mox alright?” Is the very first thing she asks.

“Oh, yeah, he’s fine! Way to show off, Mills!” Blitzø yells, and she smiles. You give her a fist bump as she approaches you before she grabs a giggling Moxxie off of Blitzø’s arms, and she can’t help but laugh herself.

“This is funny. I’m soooooo drinky.”

She squeezes him tight and you smile at the interaction.

You only get so much smiling time when Verosika’s around.

“Blitzø.” She calls, and you all turn to see her standing with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Oh, perfect! That must be the whores!” He quips.

“I only see two whores around here and they’re right in front of me.”

“Hey you watch your filthy fucking mouth.”

“That was handled rather… obviously, don’t you think?”

Millie picks up Verosika’s flask form the sand, holding it up before throwing it to her. “I don’t think this belongs to any of us. Would be a shame if anyone found out you guys were behind a giant monster fish in the human world.”

“Yeah y/n here could tell the big Oz himself. He wouldn’t be very thrilled, don’t ya think?” Blitzø is quick to threaten.

“Ha! She should be more worried about him finding out she’s up here right now.”

“Go fuck yourself. He’s not the boss of me. He’s the boss of you, though, isn’t he?”

Moxxie laughs obnoxiously. “Oh, Satan! You got yourself fucked!”

“Yeah, well, you three nasty-ass gremlins will be in shit for not being in disguises." She turns to face you, a bitter, hostile grin taking over her features. "And you! Your little friend already took your crystal privileges away. You wanna be a bigger disappointment?"

“Don't act like you fucking know him."

Moxxie falls over face-first onto the sand between you. “A human called me a possum. I am not a possum!” He slurs out.

“Hold on, crystal privileges?" Blitzø questions you.

It's Verosika who answers, though. “She not tell you about it?" She lets out a laugh. "Doesn’t shock me.”

Fuck. “Verosika-”

“You little fucks never wondered why she doesn't have one?”

“What do you mean? She gets one from Ozzie when she needs it like all of you freaks-" Blitzø immediately defends.

“Oh, Blitzo, you really are fucking stupid, aren't you?" She interrupts him. "She used to have one."

No. “Ver, come on-”

“Don't! Call me that. No. You're gonna hear me say what you did." She turns back to Blitzø, the same rage in her eyes as when she recalled all the ways he'd wronged her in the past, earlier that day. "Your little girlfriend here was forbidden from coming up to Earth without Ozzie’s permission for years.”

“What?” Millie asks, and it seems accidental that she says it out loud.

“Yeah. Sorry-ass had to be babysat every time she had to come up. On a watchlist like a freakin' criminal, cause, well- she kind of is." She eyes you up and down before she spits out "I'm surprised you can even be here right now. Congratulations.”

“Well duh? Of course she's a criminal. That's kind of what we do.”

“Oh, Blitzo, the killing thing you guys do is adorable. But no one bats an eye at a little murder, it's Hell. No, she broke demon law." And, then, the final threat of a carefully blocked out, written-over past, coming to haunt you in the form of her. "You wanna tell them your record time or should I?”

“You have no fucking right-”

“I have every right! I have every right. It was five months, two weeks and two days. You know how pathetic that is?"

“That supposed to mean something, bitch?” Millie growls, protective.

“Other than her being a whore, no,” Verosika shrugs.

“What does that even mean?” Moxxie asks her.

“She stayed up here for five months, two weeks and two days straight once when we were dating. I was worried sick, we fucking lived together too. And then I find out she’s been up here fucking whatever human that came into her line of sight instead of coming back home.”

“I’m- it’s not-”

“‘It’s not what you think, Ver, I swear!’” She mocks. “Boo-fucking-hoo! Now she’s on a watchlist cause Asmodeus for some fucking reason liked her enough to just be worried instead of actually punishing her.”

“I wasn’t in my right mind, you have no fucking-” fuck, you’re voice is trembling now.

“Save it, bitch.”

Blitzø notices your discomfort, deciding it’s better to go home and solve whatever this mess was there. He walks up to Verosika. “Look. We keep this pathetic little b-movie scene on the down low and you let us use the parking space. She doesn’t tell her lusty bff about what you did and everyone lives happily ever after. Deal?”

“Fine,” Verosika says through gritted teeth. “But I hate you.”

“Don’t care. We fucking won!”

[. . .]

“So… you don’t have to talk about it, but… please talk about it. What was that?” Millie asks you, careful.

You sigh. Maybe this time there’s no running from it.

A/N: genuinely don’t even know of this is good vut alas! we’re so back! sorry for the long wait lol love y’all

[nsharks]

I’m a plus sized woman, and I’m feeling kind of crap about myself lately. Don’t suppose I could get ghost to give a bit of TLC?

simon gives you some extra attention when you need it

You’ve been stressed.

And when you’re stressed, it manifests as you spending a little extra time in the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. It manifests as you shying away from Simon’s touch when he tries to glide his hands over your breasts or hips, not seeing what he sees.

In the early days of your relationship, Simon wouldn’t have understood. He’d think you were just grumpy, or not as into him anymore. But now, after over a year, he’s more attuned to these bouts of insecurity you have. He still doesn’t understand why you feel this way (how could you be insecure?), but he now understands that you need him to fill in the gaps with extra attention.

Simon’s not the best with words. Never has been.

So instead, when you come out of a long shower that night, he waits on the bed, elbows to his knees as he rubs his hands together.

You step out with only a towel around you.

“Hey,” Simon says. “Long shower, huh?”

“Yeah, I know,” you sigh, keeping the towel clutched tightly. You don’t want him to know that you’d spent the shower looking down at yourself, at your own skin and hips and stomach, and feeling not so great about what you saw.

“C’mere.”

He beckons you to stand between his parted legs. You hesitantly oblige, and he brings his hands to the backs of your thighs.

“Can I take this off ya?” Simon asks gently, toying with the end of the towel.

You nod slowly. Not able to meet his intent gaze.

He’s usually the one who hesitates being naked around you. What happened? Simon furrows his brows and carefully unwraps the towel, sighing when he sees your bare skin underneath.

“Do you know how… into you I am?” he breathes out, dragging his eyes over your body.

The towel is on the floor and you heat up under his eyes, but not in a sexual way this time. He’s looking at you like you are a doll, beautiful and soft, and his rough hands carefully rub over your stomach and hips and butt as if he’s not sure those hands of his are worthy of touching you.

Swallowing, he meets your eyes, “Lay down for me. On your stomach.”

You think he’s getting you in a position to fuck you, but something about his touch is different than when you have sex. You listen to his orders, laying in the bed with your head on the pillow. You feel the weight of Simon behind you and his hands are on you again, firmly pressed to your shoulder blades.

“You’re tense,” Simon mutters, rubbing the heels of his hands into your muscles. “Relax, yeah? I’m gonna take care of ya.”

He rolls up the sleeves of his thermal. Concentrating, he works his hands into you meticulously. Carefully undoing your stress and discomfort with his capable hands. Rough, bloodied hands that somehow have a gentle touch. Fingertips that press into your back and make you sigh, the bad thoughts gradually replaced with the care and affection that he knows how to say with his touch.

“I keep a few pictures of you,” he suddenly tells you. A deep timbre that lulls you into relaxation. “Keep them on me when I’m gone so I have something nice to look at.”

This is the first time you’re hearing about this. He keeps massaging your back as you ask, “You do? What pictures?”

“One of you in that dress I like,” Simon mumbles, and you know it’s weird for him to admit. “The pink one.”

“Oh,” you blush and melt into the bed. “What else?”

“I’ve got another of you laughing,” he says. “Reminds me of how funny I am.”

“Only sometimes,” you smile a little.

And this secret he’s shared with you, that he keeps pictures of you, invites a warm fluttering to your chest that replaces the tight insecurity that’d been lingering there the past week. He likes to just look at you. You knew he liked the way you looked, but somehow hearing it this way made it feel more real. Made you believe it.

Simon runs his hands over the back of your thighs and massages your feet before telling you to flip over.

He reaches over to turn off the light once you’re on your back. You’re not sure what he’s doing, not until he leans down to lean his masked forehead against yours.

His breath, through the fabric, is hot against your cheeks. “Close your eyes. Don’t open them,” he requests quietly.

“I won’t.”

You close your eyes and feel him grab your hands to guide them to the hem of his balaclava. You slowly peel up the fabric, with the guidance of his hands, and set the mask down on the pillow beside you. Your heart is fluttering by the trust he has in you, and you wonder why he wants to take it off now of all times.

Your answer arrives when he touches his nose to yours and gives you a quick kiss. Then, Simon scoots down to literally bury his bare face in your breasts, your stomach, groaning low as if he can’t believe what he’s feeling.

“So fuckin’ soft,” he rasps.

Your hands find their way to his hair, which you’ve only felt a few times.

He finds a position that satisfies him, his cheek pressed against your tummy, and he sighs against you. Wrapping his strong arm around your waist and entwining his legs with yours. He’s still got his clothes on, and you’re naked, but you melt into the heat that is his body.

You lay like this for a few minutes, maybe more, and he just nuzzles against your stomach and holds you close. His hand drawing lazy circles into your waist and then over your thighs. You feel your stress dissipate. You feel yourself not care what you might see in the mirror, because what matters is what he sees, and his eyes always seem to drink you in. His hands always seem like they can’t get enough of you.

Simon likes your body so much that he wanted to bury his face in it.

You smile at the revelation and then hear him say, sometime later, “Need to get more pictures of you, pet. Maybe in that other dress you’ve got.”

“The red one?”

He hums, happy and low, lips on your skin. “Yes, that one.”

[abbythewritor]

"Specimen." Connor x Venom reader. *2*

Description: Y/n, a girl who's been alone her whole life, decides to change when an alien from the sky corrupts her body. Learning to cope with the symbiote named Venom, the two figure out a way to help put an end to disgusting humans who pick on the weak. But what happens when a certain Android detective is on her tail as if he was attracted to her all this time?

Warnings: Drama, blood, violence, stuff from the game, you know, the usual from Detroit become human.

Other things:

-I do not own Detroit Become Human; they belong to the owners and creators of the game.

-We will be following both Markus and Connors's side because the reader is with the deviants, while Connor, you know, does his cop duties, lol.

-Y/n is a human girl who is then corrupted by Venom; if you don't know who Venom is, then I recommend watching the movie about him, then that will sum it up for you.

Enjoy the second chapter, everyone. :)

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"You just don't know when to fucking quit do ya?" It was early morning the next day, and Hank was not having it at all.

Connor showed up same time he did, as both of them were now in the elevator going to the third floor. "Sorry, lieutenant," Connor spoke, turning to him. "I have to work with you until I accomplish my mission." Hank let out a growl. "Just don't get in my way, so we won't have problems. I hate working with other people, let alone a fucking android." Connor stood there for a second, an awkward silence arising as the elevator rose.

Breaking the Silence, Connor got out a notebook containing peak information on previous cases or current cases they have gone through. "I've been digging into the crime scene photos of Ortiz's house, especially the attic when that woman took the deviant." One of Hanks's eyebrows rose. "Ok, and? Our men found no traces of her up there; what will you get out of some crime-scene photo. And to be clear, how do we know she's even a girl? It could be a guy." Connor went silent for a moment. "She couldn't have been a male, my scanners scan her body, and it's in a shape of a 21-22-year-old woman." Hanks's eyes widened slightly. "A girl in her early twenties, escaping with the deviant and knowing the ropes of fucking up crime scenes at that young age, something tells me that she's been doing this for a long time, even before she turned an adult." Connor nodded. "Correct, either she had some help taking the deviant, or this was planned before the police even found out, maybe weeks prior." Hank put his hand to his beard, thinking of different solutions. "Do ya think she had her eye on this Android before the murder?" Connor went silent briefly before scanning multiple scenarios, some matching, some not.

"That could be a possibility; past cases state that deviants have been saving other 'deviants' like they turned into superheroes or are known as guardian angels." Hank got weird chills down his spine. "Shit...so androids believe in God, lord help this fucking world..." He then sighed. "Ok...so what about the girl? Is she a guardian Angel, A Superhero, or even human?" Glancing back at the photo, Connor blinked, looking at the traces of Venom that you purposely left behind. "She is definitely a human, no doubt about that, but the traces of slime I found on the photo doesn't seem to be 'human.'" Hank chuckled, getting a nervous feeling. "So she's possessed? That ain't the creepiest shit I ever seen." "She is not possessed, lieutenant. If she were to be possessed, her eyes would have gone all black or white; her eyes were completely normal. You saw her when she escaped; she just disappeared. I saw black slime come out of her back, she was definitely Human, but the thing inside her was not. It could be a SuperPower, an alien, or a disease that she uses to help her save the deviants; my scanner has run up many hypotheses and theories, all so different. This human deviant could block my shots and teleport away from the house easily; it tells us she's more dangerous than she really is. we better be careful when furthering into this investigation." Hank was silent before nodding as the elevator door dinged at their destination.

"Yeah...and hopefully, this time, our deviant gets taken away-" "Hello, detective." He and Connor paused, looking at an unfamiliar girl wearing a fancy work suit. Her hair was H/c, tied up into a simple yet low ponytail. Her eyes were a beautiful E/c, while her height was just standing at Y/H. (Your height.) Files grasped your hands as your right hand pushed up your glasses, a beautiful smile plastering your lips. Connor was trying to scan you, but the files he read were unknown, with no background or family; it just shows that you're working for the FBI.Confused, Hank walked closer, Connor soon following behind. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?" Smiling, you stepped closer. "My name is Y/n, L'n's, and I am from the FBI." Hank's eyes widened when you showed him your badge. "So the FBI is on our backs? Christ, can this day get any fucking worse? Why would the Feds send you here, to a police department?" You hugged the files closer and followed the two toward the lieutenant's desk. "I assure you, lieutenant, I am not fond of this either, but you and I know deviants rule the streets and must be stopped. That is why I am here. The streets are filled with crime and unidentified androids, which can get more dangerous in town areas. Especially when the deviant savior is roaming the streets." Connor raised an eyebrow to you. "Deviant Savior?" You looked at him, finally getting a good look at the RK 800, as the thoughts you thought about him earlier were defiantly not wrong.

Kamski knew what he was doing when he designed the androids, and he spent extra care and time on this one.

Feeling like you were staring and gushing at him for too long, you shook your thoughts before smiling again. "Connor, right? You're the deviant sent by cyber life?" He nodded. "Yes, and I believe we're unaware of your presence, Agent L/n's." You chuckled, waving his comment off. "Please, call me Y/n; I hate the 'Agent' stuff; unsurprisingly, Fowler didn't tell you; it was a last-minute decision. If I needed to hunt down the deviants and the Deviant savior, he told me you two were the best on the field." "Yeah, well, about that..." Hank let out an annoyed sigh, his eyes glaring up to you. "If you want to start today, it will be a bit before we can catch another deviant; the one we tried to capture yesterday escaped; maybe with the Deviant Savior, your little mouth's been yappin' about."'Confused,' one of your eyebrows rose while looking behind, your thumb pointing to the back where the interrogation room would be. "You mean that deviant?" Confused, Hank looked that way to see the subject sitting there, pacing back and forth. His eyes widened, as of Connors. "Y-Yeah..." Hank mumbled, thinking he saw things, as his hands rubbed his eyes, only to see the deviant still there. "Shit...I need a vacation...ok Agent, if you are so smart, how did it get here? It teleported away from us, so there's no way he would have just walked right in here. I bet it was fucking Gavin, that stupid piece of the prick of an asshole-" "Oh, Detective Reed didn't bring him in; I did. " He turned to you, soon crossing his arms with a slight chuckle.

"You? You brought him in?" His question had you nodding, the stupid smile still plastered to your face. "I found him in an alleyway, all bloodied and beaten up. He looked rather suspicious, and when he tried to run away, I knew he was a deviant, which made me want to take him in. So, it's exactly what I did. I'm sorry to concern you, Lieutenant, I was just trying to do my Job-" "Well, next time you try to do your job, leave the 'finding deviants' to the fucking professionals, got it? You can't just walk in here, high and mighty because of your FBI, and fuck up the investigation. I'm in charge, and you will not do this again, right?" Silent momentarily, you glared at him momentarily before he turned and walked away. Connor was just silent as he turned to you. "Can you tell me more about the Deviant Savior? What does it look like? What are its intentions?" With a sigh, you turned to him while setting the files down. "You are a curious one, aren't ya? Well, I guess you could know, but it would have to be an explanation for later, let's just say, about the Deviant Savior, think of her as a Guardian Angel, but for Androids, because that's how they view her. I'm guessing bt the questions you asked me you've met her before, right?" He nodded. "Yes, we saw a female figure with the deviant you brought in. She was wearing all black and red, covering her head with a cloak. She blocked my attacks before I could get to them and teleported away. It was like she was inhuman like she wasn't a regular Woman."

"Well, that's some good thinking, Connor; saying that a Woman blocked your attacks easily seems normal, but teleporting away, just seems absurd. It's the same description everyone has been describing her, teleporting away, black goop coming from her back, heck, some even rumored that she kills her own kind." Connors' eyes widened slightly. "You mean she has killed other humans?" "Seems crazy, right? But, I'd think to know this Deviant Savior defeats all kinds, Androids or humans; it's just a matter of who's picking on the weak." "I see.." Connor looked down slightly, taking in on what you just said. "So, she could be on her own side, a Savior to all...I will investigate her further; thank you for the information, Detective. It will not go to waste." Smiling, you patted his shoulder. "Your welcome, Connor, and please, just call me Y/n; I hate the formalities-"

"Connor!" Both of you turned, seeing Hank with a new cup of coffee; he motioned Connor to follow as he turned back to you. "Will you be interrogating this Deviant with us?" "You smiled more. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Now, you should go before your partner drags you out." He nodded to your question. "Indeed, I'll see you later....de-I mean, Y/n." Watching him turn, he headed towards Hank, who threw a file into the hands of the androids. "What did she discuss with you? nothing threatening, I hope." Connor looked back as you were checking messages on your phone. The light behind beamed onto your form, radiant hair, and skin, and self-reflected around the police department. Remembering the information he just gave you about the Deviant Savior, he turned back in front and looked at Hank. "Just some useful information about the Deviant Savior; she knows a lot about her, for a Human. She must have been investigating it for a long time." Hank scoffed. "Yeah, feds tell you that stuff for believing their lies. Look, she seems like a nice girl, but we need to keep our guard up, the feds are already shady as they go, and if we do something wrong, the case is theirs, no questions, if's, and's or but's about it. Now, look through those files and follow me, if we can get this tin-can bastard to talk, then we can look further into the investigation." As Hank walked ahead, Connor soon followed, listening to Hank's instructions as he looked through the files, quickly and efficiently. Watching the two heads that way, your mouth formed a smirk before Venom popped out of your back, Time suddenly stopping as he awakened from his nap. 'The hell just happened-WOAH. WHY ARE WE AT THE POLICE?!'

"Good morning, buddy! Nice nap?" 'Don't give me that bullshit, and tell me what's happening. I was asleep for two days, and you're already entering enemy territory? And I thought I was stupid for almost pushing that Simon Tin-Can off the building.' 'You missed a lot, I'll have to fill you in later-wait, you pushed Simon off the building?!'

'Hints the word 'Almost.' He ate my chocolate cake; it was the last one before the world went to shit. No one else would have punished him for his crimes, so I made him wet his pants a little; you should've seen his face; he looked like a constipated child, waiting for their shit to finally come out of their asshole.' Your eyes rolled. "First of all, that's a little harsh; second, Androids don't even have human boul functions, so they can't pee; and third, you need to apologize to him when we return. No wonder he was acting bossy; you started it."

'Like hell! I won't apologize to that lying piece of Tin! He shouldn't have eaten my piece of chocolate cake, then! He basically started it! It's like when you and North fought for a fucking month over some stupid Skittles that were in a crate we ravaged back at Cyberlife.'

"Ok, I had a reason to fight for those; she can't even eat; she just likes the texture in her 'mouth.'" 'Ok, and you still got revenge; Sad you didn't kill the bitch, but you still got revenge, why can't I?' "Because Simon is important to the team, you can't kill him, and I can't kill North, so we both have to stick with them, whether we like it or not." 'I hate that your fucking right all the time....why can't you be president instead of that old hag of a human?' "Because I flunked out of law school and invited your ass to come inside me to be your vessel." '......oh, I'm so sorry.' You shrugged. "No biggie, my life is way more impressive now than it would have ever been, I can't Imagine what the old hags do off camera, now are you done being a Mr grump grump, or are you going to be reasonable during the 'interogation?' 'If the decoy fucks up I blame you.' "Why?! Your the one who made it! It was North's Idea anyway!" 'I'm just saying, they are all counting on you, including her, so If you or the Robo Cop finds a way for it to give the police information, while having the thing kill itself with no one else in harms way, then you should be fine, no pressure.' Feeling him go back into your back, you took a deep breath before time started again, leaving Connor and the department being able to move again, knowing little and having no Memrory of what just happened. Looking at your coffee, you sipped it one last time, as you grasped it more into your hands, yourself getting off the desk you were leaning on.

Hopefully, thinking as you walked, this decoy Venom has made will do the trick for the police because If that RK 800 finds out this is all a rouse, you and Jerhico might be discovered, and Venom or yourself might be separated and arrested, or worse, even killed. So this operation must go smoothly, all of the androids and Jericoh are all counting on you...because...

'You're the Deviant savior after all.'

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"Why did you do it...? Why did you kill him?" It was investigation time, and Hank had been trying to talk to your decoy for hours, but nothing coming out of its mouth. Venom and you designed it so that only Connor could speak to it. He was beside you, as another person you didn't recognize was leaning against the wall, closer to the non-see-through glass, the three of you carefully listening in. "How long were you in the attic? Who was that girl who took you away?" No answer, just a long, filled noise of silence. Hank couldn't get anything out of the thing as the deviant kept looking at the table, his hands cuffed to the metal below him. "Why did you take the girl's hands? Why did you want to run away? Scared? Scared that we might have killed ya? Because you killed that man, and your fleeing with her might have something to do with it." Again, nothing. The silence started to piss Hank off, and he cursed under his breath before getting up from the chair and exiting the room. 'If he isn't a stupid, brainless human, he would have him talking by now.'

'Be quiet; he tried his best.' 'Yes, he did, and we designed this stupid decoy for only the Rk 800 bastard to talk to; this old hag isn't going to do shit.' 'Just trust in the process, Venom; Connor will soon ask questions, I know it. That's why Cyber life brought him in, remember?' 'Yeah, brought him in to help; I highly doubt these shit of humans would even let him near the decoy, let alone ask him some questions.' 'I know you're concerned for Connor, but he will get the decoy to talk; after all, if it destroys itself, we programmed it to tell Connor all he needs to know about the RA9, the I AM ALIVE sign, and even why Carlo's was killed by him, all we need is patience...' '...Fine, but if all of this blows over, you owe me another chocolate cake at the cafe ten blocks from here, got it?' You smiled. 'Got it.'

Eying the lieutenant more through the walls, he entered the room, and you heard some grumbles coming from his mouth. "We're wasting our time interrogating a machine where we'll get nothing out of it!" He snarled, sitting in the chair Beside you, as the guy on the wall chuckled. "You could always try ruffing it up a little; after all, it's not human." 'You disgust me; I'd rather eat someone than ruff them up; it makes it easier. Besides, androids have a wonderful minty aftertaste. ' Glaring at him harshly, you felt sick with his comment before Connor looked at him. "Androids don't feel pain. You would only damage it-" "And that wouldn't make it talk either; it would make it more freaked out than it already is."You added, looking back to the decoy. "Besides, putting more stress on the deviant will make it self-destruct; we don't want the whole building to go Boom, Boom." The man kicked off the wall, glaring harshly at you. "Ok, smartasses..." Stopping, his arms crossed again. "What should we do, then?" 'Throw you out the window, you human piece of trash.' As you and Connor looked at each other, you looked back at the man. "Connor could try questioning it; he was sent here for that reason. And if it doesn't work, I can try; it's my case, too." "Oh, I-i'm sorry, I didn't know the fed's own everything now; if this is your case, by all means, send the fucking coke can in; it's not like Hank and I have an opinion after all." 'Oh, there's always an option to eat and devour your bones.' "For fuck sake, enough, Gavin, roughing this guy up won't help; these two, that's all that's left; you two do on, the suspect is all your's." "Smiling, you stood up and looked at Connor. "Wanna interrogate him together? He might have a better chance of getting him to talk than with one person." Thinking for a moment, Connor looked at the deviant. "That might not be a bad idea, detective; let's go." Nodding, you followed, exiting the door and entering the interrogation side. The decoy immediately saw you, as your pointer finger quickly went to your mouth, wanting it to be quiet.

As Connor sat in front of the Devaint, he began to analyze him, every single movement, inch, and tech this android had on him. He even looked into his wounds. You went to the corner, leaning against the wall as your arms crossed, Venom reading his stress level at 35%. 'His levels are steady; we need the Robocop to get our decoy to 100% stress level for it to talk; we'll let it destroy itself, right?' You nodded. 'Yeah, because why would we give them more evidence? We don't want them too far ahead or too close to our tail; let's keep this thing simple and see what Connor can do.'

The file at the end of the table was now in front of your decoy as Connors's hands opened it, revealing a familiar picture of Carlos to the deviant. "Remember him? It's Carlos Ortiz, Stabbed 28 times." He flipped to the next picture; I AM ALIVE. "That is written on the wall with his blood." His stress level rose as Connors's head tilted slightly. "I detect an instability in your program; it can trigger an unpleasant feeling, like fear in humans." The decoy was still silent but looked up slightly to Connor, to you, then back to the table. ""You've been silent since they've arrested you. If you don't cooperate, they'll do things the hard way. Is that what you want?" The deviant's stress rose more, now at 43%. "You don't seem to understand the situation. You killed a human; they'll tear you apart if you don't say something." The stress level at 47%. "I'm here to help you...but you gotta trust me." Connor spoke, leaning more toward the deviant. "All I want is to get you out of here." He stated as the deviant's head looked up, himself hesitantly looking around. "W-What are t-they going to do to me..?" Connor was silent, alerting the deviant to freak out as he looked at Connor. "They're going to destroy me, aren't they?" "They're going to destroy you to look at your bio components; they have to if you don't tell us anything in use." "Why did you tell them she found me? Why coudln't you have her just take me to a safer place?" "She, in Meaning the girl who took you, who is she? What were her intentions with you?" The defiant was silent, but he answered “Nothing terrible to us, but to humans, she hates, she felt the same hatred towards my owner as I...she wanted to save me; she wanted me to have freedom; she was going to take me to a place where all androids Roam-free, where all called to RA9." "RA9… that symbol was written all over the shower walls in the bathroom. Was that what you're doing?" The deviant glared up at him. "It's the only way for him to see my message, my prayer....humans….they must be stopped." 'Damn it. He's getting nowhere; he's only at a stress level of 50%. He needs to be 100%. Can you do something? This Tin Can is getting me pissed."

You kicked yourself off the wall, grabbing a file from your coat as you stood beside Connor, slamming it to the table, the decoy jumping slightly. "28 STAB WOUNDS!" you snarled, both of your hands going to the table as you leaned closer to the decoy, face getting more irritated. "That's how many times you killed your owner, 28 times; if you really wanted to be free, then for murder, we would charge you the same for a human man, life to prison or sentence to death; you will get the same treatment if you don't speak. You hear me?! WHO IS THE DEVIANT SAVIOR? WHO IS RA9?!" You were very close to the deviant's face, his stress level skyrocketing from 50% to 80%. Venom lowered your voice slightly as the loudness and the deepness echoes the room. It shocked Connor slightly; his eyes looked around to see if anyone else was in the room, but no one was. Just you, and your incredible voice change. Gavin whistled behind the glass, shivers descending his spine while looking at a shocked but impressed Hank. "For a fed...she has good skills, scared the suspect and the tin can to death." Gulping, Hank leaned towards the glass more, his skin getting goosebumps. "She didn't just scare them...Holy shit... I-i think I might have just shit myself..." ��what’s wrong Hank? Can’t take a little puberty?” Hank glared to him. “That was not puberty, smart ass, that…” Looking back to you, your eyes dug into the deviants soul, as a dark aroama formed around you, giving the interrogation room a different feeling from before. “That was inhuman.”

"You're not going to talk?" You asked, a small chuckle escaping your lips as you lifted up from the table, soon crossing your arms. "Probe his memory, Connor." The deviant's eyes widened as he looked at you, shocked. “How do you-is that is necessary? He answered my questions perfectly-“ “Just to it, Connor!” “But I-“ “DO IT!” The deviant face shot up, looking at the two of you now as his eyes were filled with fear. “W-What?! N-No, please, please don't let me relive what I've been through, no, NO, NO-" Connor grabbed hold of his head with both hands, a shit ton of information transferring from the deviant to him. After a lot of screaming from the decoy and around 15 minutes of containing said information, Connor was finished; as he quickly let go, the deviant's stress was entirely at 100 percent. Not seeing to investigate further, Connor looked at you, slightly overwhelmed by what he saw. “I have the information; we got all we need." Sensing some concern or remorseful emotion coming from him, you nodded, soon hopping off the table. "Let's get out of here then; we're done; take him back." Hank was hesitant at first but soon built up a little courage and got up from his Chair, Gavin sending his men in there to take the suspect back. But, as the bunch of you were about to leave, a loud bang arose, multiple actually.

*BANG!*

*BANG!*

*BANG!*

"What the hell?!" Hank went into the room and everyone turned to see the deviant banging his head against the wall, trying to kill himself directly. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IDIOTS?! STOP HIM!!" Gavin ordered, he and his men tried to hold the deviant back, but the deviant just kept slamming his head, as blue blood spread all across the table.

"H-He's too strong! I can't stop him!!!" Yelled an officer, who was still trying to stop it, but it kept going until his breathing and wiring were no more.

Slamming his head for the last time, he face-planted dead onto the metal surface, more blue blood escaping, splattering onto Hank and other officers.

You and Connor weren't surprised by this, but everyone else in the room felt goosebumps and vomit coming up from their throats. The deviant showing no signs of life. “W-What the hell-Just happened?" Hanked asked, trying to get his breath, as you simply looked at him, no emotion showing. "He killed himself because of high stress when Connor probed his memory. It's a way to get information about what happened, but instead of Connor getting it, they both got it, which brought anxiety and stress to the Suspect. That action was necessary since he wasn't talking or giving both of us helpful information; he got it himself. Now, we can really start the investigation; we're done here; if you'd excuse me, gentlemen, I will report to Fowler the incident." And with that, you left, leaving everyone but Connor in utter confusion and shock. But Connor wasn't just going to let you leave, as he followed you right out, Running to you. "Detective!" Stopping, you turned to Connor before smiling. "Connor, I told you to call me Y/n-" "How did you know I can probe Deviants memory? That's a tactic only Androids know." Not surprised that he asked this question, you sighed.

"I work with Androids, the Feds higher all kinds of different android Ranks, and my partners, just happen to be Androids." You lied, Connors LED turning yellow as he processed the information. "You knew the Probe technique would work; why didn't you tell me we needed to use it before going there?" Chuckling, your head shook."Connor, it was a last-minute decision, we were getting no answers from the deviant, and we had no time to discuss the matter; it seems that you did it right away when I asked, but you didn't have to do it. For the future and as a learner of experience, if you want things to work when having a partner or working with someone that's not an android, communication is something that I should have done. Another is standing up for what's right or wrong; if you thought probing the enemy's memory was a bad idea, it would have been wise to say something. Wrong feelings in dire situations can lead to good actions, but good feelings in dire situations can lead to bad decisions. Do you understand?" he simply nodded. "Yes, I think so." "Good, I know you and Hank might not trust me because I'm FBI, but the three of us have the same mission on our hands, to do what is right and to find the Deviant Savior, so we all have to work together whether we like it or not, so, I will take my leave and head to fowlers office, I will see you both when another case pulls up." Connor nodded. "Will do detective!” Turning with a sigh, you pointed to him. “We’ll work on that too, because my name is not detective Connor…”

“It’s Y/n.”

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"You Were Suffocating."

Overview: Jamie's first heartbreak. Word Count: 1,646 Tw/cw: Arguing/yelling, hitting, heartbreak/betrayal, and swearing

July, 2021

Jamie hasn’t been able to sleep for a few days, his girlfriend has been acting really weird with him recently, and he can sense something is up. He has asked her on several dates over the past few weeks but she kept making excuses saying that she’s busy doing this or that. It’s currently 3AM and he got a message from his best friend growing up that simply said “I’m sorry.” Jamie was very confused and when he went to press for more answers he realized that his friend had either blocked him or was just ignoring him. He just wanted to know what was going on and he got no replies. Why is he sorry? Last they talked and hung out they were fine, what happened? What did he do?

He could feel his heart sink and he spams Soobin with screenshots and confused emotions. He knew the older boy was likely asleep but he didn’t know who else to go to for something like this. He started to pace his room and went through his contacts to see if anyone was awake but with no success. He scooped up his cat Smores and buried his face in her side as tears fell down. He was so confused as to what was going on anymore. After about an hour he finally fell asleep while Smores sort of purrs against his face and lets him cry.

The next morning while practicing he got a message from his girlfriend saying “Hey, Jammies, we need to talk…” He thought about that message the entire time he was working and when he was able to reply to her “Did you want to meet up? What is going on? Why is everyone acting so fucking weird? I should be done with work at the normal time. Reply whenever you see this PLEASE.” with that he takes back off to finish what he needed to do for his schedule.

When he got to his room he read all the messages from his girlfriend that she had sent. 

Her: “Jammies, I’m sorry but you may not like our conversation, you want to meet up? It may be worse that way.” Him: “Yes, I want to meet up, my love, we need to figure this shit out. I can’t keep living like this. I haven’t slept for 3 whole days. The sooner we meet up the better.” Her: “Meet me at our usual spot in 15 minutes?” Him: “Yeah. On my way.”

Jamie rushes out the door with his dog Snickers, their usual spot is a park not far from his dorms. He used to sneak out to meet up with her all the time back when he was a trainee but he’s been way busier since his debut, and he’s felt very guilty because of it. She keeps telling her she understands and that it’s fine but it seems like that’s not true anymore. He feels like he’s neglecting some of her needs, he’s afraid of her breaking up with him.

Jamie paces the length of the park twice before he sees a familiar figure approaching him, he doesn’t feel the usual spark, the usual happy energy that radiates off her, instead it feels cold. He stiffens as he walks toward her slowly, holding Snickers’ leash rather tightly. Soon they are inches apart, he wants to wrap her in his embrace and kiss her but something deep inside him stops him.

The slightly older girl speaks first. “Jamie… I’m sorry…”

Jamie nearly growls, his usual gentle understanding toward his girlfriend is just turning into annoyance and anger. “Can you fuckers quit saying that with no explanation?! What happened? Why are you sorry?!” 

The girl gently grabs his hand and leads him to sit at a nearby bench and she sits near him without touching him anymore. She sighs and hands him her phone as she begins to run her hand through her hair. Jamie stares at her in confusion.

“You know I trust you, why are you handing me your phone?” Jamie asks with a bit of a hurt tone.

“You shouldn’t trust me Jamie. I hurt you. Look.” She points to the contact of his childhood best friend. He can see the last message she sent him was:

“Ya, I had a really nice time last night, please let’s do it again. Don’t worry about Jamie, I’ll deal with that. I know you feel just as hurt as I do by it, but it’s done now. We can’t live with that regret forever.”

After he read it he just threw her phone down and stared at her, Snickers is now hiding under the bench. “What the fuck does that mean dude?”

“Exactly what you think, Jamie I’m sorry. It just sort of happened.”

“WITH MY BEST FRIEND?!” The pain in his raised tone is evident. 

“Jamie, let me explain more, please.” the girl pleads but Jamie feels disgusted and doesn’t give a fuck what she has to say anymore, but of course he is willing to hear her out, I mean he was going to propose to her after his next in between promotion time, he had the ring already.

“What? What is there to explain?” His tone is harsh and he’s trying not to cry.

“It’s sort of your fault.” she starts before shoving him a bit to create more space between them which causes him to fall to the ground, he just sits where he landed and stares at her in disbelief. 

“My fault? You fucking MY BEST FRIEND is MY fault? Fucking HOW? Enlighten me. HOW?!” He’s now standing over, his face inches from hers. She slaps him hard and he takes a staggered step back, this would be the second time she has hit him since they got back together in 2015.

“I stopped loving you a long time ago Jamie. You’re just so fucking clingy and needy I felt like shit leaving you. You were SUFFOCATING. I felt like if I left you you’d hurt yourself.” She hisses at him, spitting at his feet. “You were clearly falling more and more in love with me when I felt like we were just going to be a temporary chapter. I apologize but I just never had the heart to break up with you. Until now. Your best friend was there for me when I dealt with you talking about your stress all the time. I felt like I could never go to you for anything you always made about YOU. So, I’m breaking up with you Jamie.”

“You felt like you could never come to me for anything yet told me about all your issues? Yeah. That makes sense…” He pauses for a moment before speaking again. “Is this the true you? A player who wants to tear people down?” Jamie asks coldly he can feel his soul shattering as she speaks. He was suffocating? Why didn’t she say so? 

“Jamie… I’m still the person you love, I just-”

Jamie holds up a hand and cuts her off, “No, the woman I love I wanted to marry, this person before isn’t someone I even know.” 

“If you were falling out of love with me you should’ve broken it off then, I spent all this time planning our wedding in my head and planning our future together just for you to not even love me the same way. Do you know how that feels? No, you don’t because to me you were my everything, I even told you I would leave my group if it meant you and I could be together and you told me not to.”

“Jamie…”

“Shut up, please, just, shut up.” Jamie says his voice cracking now as tears threaten to fall. “I treated you like royalty, and you do this to me? You didn’t deserve my time, my energy or my love. You can keep my so-called best friend. I never want to hear from either of you fuckers again. I’d give you the world and you turned around and used me, for what?”

“I didn’t use you Jamie.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow in disbelief and started laughing. “You didn’t? Then what? You just lead me on?”

“I didn’t do that either.”

“You’re an idiot.” Jamie scoffs and grabs ahold of Snickers’ leash again that he just realizes that he had dropped. “I wasn’t kidding about not wanting to hear from you two. You are dead to me.” with that he walked away with Snickers. His now ex-girlfriend is screaming at him to come back and finish the conversation but for him he heard what he needed from her. She hasn’t loved him for a long time and went to someone he thought was his best friend about things that she didn’t even need to do. He doesn’t know who he’s more mad at, her or him. He was supposed to be Jamie’s ride or die but yet he fucks the girl that he knows Jamie wants to be with forever. 

When he goes back to his dorm he shoots a message to the group chat of his members and simply says “I’m asking for a hiatus. My anxiety has kept me up for three days. I can't keep doing this right now.” Jamie curled into his bed with all three of his pets and just sobbed for the rest of the night after he put his phone on to DND to ignore all outside voices. He just wants to rot. He was suffocating? How? He just tried to be a good boyfriend, how was that suffocating. He regrets now not asking her to go into more details about that. 

“I love you…” He says as he stares at photos of the two of them together that he has in a private folder on his phone. He will eventually need to delete these but not tonight…

[marksbear]

just unearthed my obsession with the boys with that one 😍

could you make a pt2 or just something similar with smut where as hughie sort of starts to see how reader could actually be the bad guy, kinda confronts him about it, and then reader would either

a. deny it, convince hughie he's good and loves him (shows him with sex)

or

b. embrace it, convince/tell hughie he still loves him and be all like "what would you do without me" to hughie (also shows him with sex 💀)

(i had those two ideas and couldn't pick one so i'll leave a or b up to you, and sorry if b didnt make sense or was worded weird, i hope you can still understand what i'm trying to say lmao)

Hell yeah I can make a part 2! I'm going to choose B then write A maybe later tonight or tomorrow 😘. I just love villain supe reader!

HUGHIE CAMPBELL X SUPE MALE READER

Warnings, Y/n is mean and evil as HELL, manipulator Y/n, hard smut, blowjobs, fingering, Y/n killing someone with one punch, ofc Homelander a little. The boys being NOSY AF

The H/n and The Homelander.

The two superheros did it again. Almost every single week the two are trending about being the best superhero duo ever. Even though the two are in the best superhero group in the world the two are always out shine the rest.

Hughie looks at the news on his phone watching all of the new interviews of you and reading the new articles about you smiling to himself.

Y/n and Hughie have been going great with each other for the longest. Y/n has gotten more serious in the relationship so has Hughie. The two spend everyday with each other.

Mostly Y/n has been planning all of their hangouts and dates. Hughie was confused at first why Y/n was spending so much time with him. In their relationship in the past Y/n has been always busy with hero work and with meetings and all that.

But now this time Y/n he has been spending so much time with Hughie. Y/n has a reason for this. He has been keeping so many secrets from Hughie he doesn't even know more. He doesn't want Hughie one day to look for him and he's killing a civilian.

It's not like he'll ever do that right. Since you know hes H/n and all...

One day Butcher and threw a fit about H/n how hes a "Stupid killin bastard" And of course Hughie was in denial. So Billy grouped up all The Boys and went to a place where H/n will supposedly be stopping a villain at.

Somehow Billy was right and H/n was here to stop them. The Boys watch in the shadows as H/n fights. It doesn't take long for Y/n to take down the villains goons.

The villain begs for his life as Y/n stalks up to him all bloody with a sinister smile on his face. Y/n laughs at the poor man and says. "I ain't going to kill ya. Thats Homelander job... I'm just gonna--- f-fuck!" Y/n head starts to spin. He quickly knocks out the villain.

Y/n gets his phone out of his pocket calling Homelander. "Mi---ssion complete. Need you to pick... me." Y/n falls on the floor past out as Homelander hears Y/n falls on the floor and sighs. "Gotta stop using that power all the time H/n. I'm tired of picking you up all the time." Homelander hangs up and goes to his college mission to pick him up.

Billy picks up the villain telling everyone to go. Hughie stands back looking at Y/n worried and runs up to him giving him a quick kiss on the head before running away with the gang.

Somehow Y/n wakes up early as soon as Homelander arrives about to get him. "Where the hell did he go!?! I had the fucker on his knees begging for me not to kill him." Y/n says angrily standing up not even caring about his headache.

"And my phone is gone too! just my luck. Homelander can you be a good number one and carry me to an electrician store." Homelander let out a huff and picked up Y/n flying him where he wanted to go. Y/n waves Homelander off making sure hes actually gone before going to Hughie's house.

Y/n opens the door and shouts. "Sorry for not telling you that I was coming! Hughie! The most bizarre---- V/n?" Y/n stares at the villain that he was just hunting down. He sees stacks of paper about him on the table and Y/n walks up to them. He sees his phone unlocked and on his hidden. His hidden is filled with dead victims Y/n killed brutally.

"Y-y/n why did you lie." Hughie says throwing more papers from years and months ago about him doing evil things some even a couple days ago. How could this happen... Y/n made sure to use his hidden power to delete and hide every bad thing he had done from the face of the earth.

"Hughie... How did you get all of this? AND why do you have my phone?" Hughie becomes silent at the phone part and looks away.

"You were there!?! Weren't you Hughie! I told you to stay out of my missions! And don't follow me when i'm working! We can't be seen together Hughie!" Y/n grips the papers and out of anger he throws them around.

"AND YOU EVEN GOT V/N HERE! That's how you got all this information didn't you Hughie!" Y/n doesn't even try to mask his anger. He walks up to V/n and gives him one strong punch hearing a crack from V/n skull killing him instantly.

"Y/n. You lied. I trusted you! You told me you weren't like the others! I believed you. I even love you Y/n!"

"Hughie...I love you so much. But you have to understand I love it. I love the thrill of the kill. I love the thought of being caught. And just rule the world and no one can touch me or say anything about me because I am the best thing god made on this sick planet. I am the chosen one."

Hearing Y/n confession scares him and he backs away. But Y/n was faster he took Hughie's wrist softly pulling him into his chest.

"We both know that were made for each other. What would you do without me? You would have been dead right now without me... I am your savior, i'm your hero and most of all i'm your fucking boyfriend." Y/n lets go of his wrist and moves his hands to Hughie's cheeks pulling him in for a kiss.

One part of Hughie hates himself for giving into him. He hates how his cock begins to get hard from Y/n rubbing their crotches together. He hates that he keeps moaning in his evil boyfriend's mouth. Y/n guides him to the couch basically tackling him on the couch.

He is so mad at himself for begging you to fuck him. He hates the spell you have him locked in. He hates the way he grinds his own ass into your hard bulge. He hates everything about you.

But god why did he love it so much. He liked the way you made him feel. You make him feel happy, more confident, safe you made him feel that he was loved. And boy he loved you too.

Both of y'all's clothes were ripped off by Y/n who was eagerly jerking his own cock off as he watches Hughie finger himself. The two of you get more and more turned on by the other beautiful sight. Both of you watch each other like prey and a predator. Hughie adds two more fingers into his ass and becomes a moaning and whining mess. Hughie cock twitches and the precum starts to leak out of the tip. Y/n lets go of his own cock and goes down on Hughie's cock licking around the tip lapping all of the precum in his mouth.

Hughie hips bolts into Y/n mouth making him take his cock all the way in his mouth. Y/n lets Hughie fuck his mouth until his jaw goes limp and his chin is all covered in spit and cum. Y/n rest his head on the base of Hughie cock as Hughie fucks the back of his throat. Y/n grows bored and slips Hughie cock out of his mouth. Y/n uses his hand to gather all of the cum and spit from Hughie's own and applies it to his own making his cock all wet and sticky.

Y/n holds Hughie by the waist aligning him up so his hole is above the tip of his cock. Y/n spits on his cock head a few times before moving his cock forward into Hughie's insides. Hughie moans and screams fill the house as he arches his back holding onto the cushions of the couch for dear life. Y/n stops moving until only the tip is in fucking him with the tip for a while until Hughie begs for more. "Y/n!! please mo--re! I need more!~" Y/n slams his cock all the way inside Hughie.

Y/n thrust is animistic like he's using Hughie like if he was just a toy. Y/n grip on Hughie hips tighten probably gonna bruise for the next few days. Y/n only chases down his own orgasm not even caring about Hughie's own pleasure. "H/n! f-fuck h/n plea---se slow down!~" Hughie beg was filled with moans. Wet skip slapping is heard throughout the house. "Fuck! Hughie I'm close!" Y/n warns aiming his thrust into Hughie's prostate showing Hughie a bit of kindness. Y/n pulls himself down kissing Hughie jaw and chest.

"C-cum with me Hughie! I- I aM cumming!! Fu---uck I'm cumming!" As Y/n asks Hughie he cums with his boyfriend. Y/n doesn't pull out just yet looking at the mess he made with Hughie.

"I told you that you're nothing without me. No one can fuck you the way I can or love you like me."

THE END!

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[the-crystal-one]

Big Mouth x Black Reader

(Remember everyone had a big mouth phase...no...just me....fine)

Hello my name is Shalene. “And I’m Connie!” Oh yeah and this is my hormone monstress Connie. Yeah, “I’ve been with Shalene since she was 10, early bloomer, now look at 'er Big Tits, Fat ass and a wet pu-" YOU may not know me but you might know of my little sister Missy.She’s a bit much sometimes but I love her she’s awesome! Anyway I’m dating this guy Judd Birch “Total hottie, he gotta big dick too.”aaaaaand he’s actually really chill but for the past week something has been off. Every time I go over to his house he just takes me up to his room and we never come out. It’s not that I don’t like it the thing is I feel like he’s trying to distance me from his family. "And we ain’t no fuckin secret!” We’ve gotten the past the parent stage so I don’t understand what the problem is. 🎵 You’re either with me or-(Doomed)- Hug me!-🎵 Oh Judd is calling. “Heeeeey Judd~”

He chuckles and clears his throat. “What’s up hot stuff?~” “Ooooh are we gonna do sexy shit on the phone? I have my phone dildo…somewhere.” ‘Connie! Shhhhhhh.’ “Hehe Nothing much I was just laying down what’s with you?~” “Oh not much you wanna come over for dinner?~”

“Judd do you mean like sit at the table or we stay there for two minutes and then go to your room?”

I can feel him roll his eyes through the phone. “Yesh but you got to admit…he does look hot while doing it.” ‘…..Okay yes you do have a point.’

“Yeah babe I mean sit at the shitty table.”

I smile widely. “Well then hell yeah! I’m on my way.”

“Alright then see you later cute ass~” “You can fuck me in mine.”

I chuckle and roll my eyes. “Shut up Judd.~” 

I hang up the phone and get ready to go, putting a slip knot crop top on and some rip jeans. I tell my parents I’m going and get the use protection talk then dip! “Yeah! Protection Shows Weakness!”

———15 minutes later———

I knock on the door and wait for someone to open it. Behind it I can hear people bustling around sort of like they were arguing to get to the door first. 

“The fuck are they doing? *gasp* They’re havin an orgy and they wanted you to come!” ‘Eeeeeeeew Connie that’s gross.’

Finally Judd while the door open and pulls me inside with a kiss. “Woooooo we gon' get down in the livin room!”

“Oh wow Judd real mature.” says while rolling his eyes

Judd let me go and flicks him off hit him causing me to smack his hand. “Hey Nicky, sorry about that."

He blushes and leans against the couch promptly falling, then quickly standing back up. “O-oh yeah it’s cool man-girl-woman.” Connie looks at Nick, “Ya know I think he still has a crush on you.”

I chuckle and shake my head. Judd points a finger in Nick's face. “Hey loser stop being so fucking weird.” I nudge him in the side. “Hey Judd don’t be an ass.”

He scoffs and drags me to the table were his parents are.

“Hello Mr.Birch, Mrs.Birch.” 

“Hey there Shalene, so sweet of you to join us for dinner. and I told you, Call me Elliot!” Mrs. Birch looked at him then back to me. “Hello honey, how are your parents?”

——5 minutes of small talk then dinner—

“Hey Judd can you pass the salad dressing you fucking slut?”

“How about the balsamic bitch?”

Leah snorts and covers her mouth.

I try to keep my food in my mouth while laughing. Connie is rolling around on the floor and cackling like a hyena.

“Nicky can we not slut shame at the table?”

Then Nick goes into this whole thing about how Judd was hooking up with one of the girls who was his friend but he alsoooo likes,Jesse.

I look at Judd then he looks at me almost foaming from the mouth.

“Ya know we when get past this, he’s gonna wanna fuck baby.”‘Oh I’m aware and I’ve come to terms with that’

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Nick then went to talk about how he likes Jesse and he found  his shirt under Jesse’s pillow.

Judd stands up and grabs my hands.

“Didn’t fuck your friend that’s gross.”

He walks me up to his room and locks the door. I take my shoes off and smile at him. 

“Judd Birch I thought I knew you.” I flop on the bed and lay on my back.

Connie cheers happily and disappears to wherever she goes.

Judd takes his shirt off and hovers over me.

“Oh shut the hell up.”

He kisses me while rubbing his hands up and down my hips. I put my hands on his shoulders and slip my tongue into his mouth. He grunts softly and plays with my waistband, asking for permission. I nod my head and he slides my pants off. 

“Baby,I told you you don’t have to ask.”

Judd looks up at me as he slides my panties off and climbs back on top of me,lightly gripping my neck.

“I know I just have manners, I’m not an animal.”

I giggle and lean up whispering into his ear. “Could’ve fooled me.” Judd growls deeply and kisses me with force. “Babe, you don't know how long I've been waiting for you to come over again~" I giggle and touch his cheek. "You mean since yesterday JuJu?" He attacked my neck, definitely leaving hickies. "A-ah, you're gonna leave a mark~" He began rubbing me through my underwear. "I know, I intend to do that now shut it."

He slips his cold, long fingers into my black boyshorts and starts toying with my clit. My back arches off of his bed and I aimlessly nod my head. "Right there baby~" He kissed me, probably to shut me up. His fingers went from my clit to my soaking wet hole and he pumped them, in and out at an antagonizingly slow pace. "J-juuuudd, please~" He cocked his head to the side like he didn't know what I was talking about. "What's wrong?" "F-faster, I need it~" He nodded his head and the thrust of his fingers became faster. "Yes fuck~!" I grabbed a pillow to put over my face so the rest of the Birch's didn't think I was losing my shit...well I already am but that's not the point. He moved his body lover and started sucking on my clit. My head nodded faster and my hips bucked into his face. "S-so close baby, don't stop~!" Lucky for me Judd was a good listener and gave me exactly what I wanted. "Sh-shit!" My body felt as if it was floating on clouds and fireworks were going off back to back. I slowly came down from this high and ran my fingers through his hair. "G-god I love you so much." I looked down at him and smiled. He kissed my thighs and nodded his head. "I love you too beautiful."

A/N: I...am not sorry at all😭 Wheeeew I'm happy I actually finished this.

[thefreakymunson]

Anywhere But Here, Chapter 17

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A/N: I'm sad this is the end but it's been such a fun write. Thank you for all the comments and all the love. ABH has been my baby for about a month now and that feels weird to end a months worth or writing, but i have an even angstier fic in the making and will be posting a sneak peak soon! Thank you again for reading! Hopefully this doesn't dissapoint. Anywhere But Here Masterlist

You were now 4 months pregnant, 17 weeks to be exact, and as you stood in the mirror, your bump had certainly grown.  Today was an important day.  A very important day and you hated the way the dress looked on you already.  You had bought it last month, thought you had picked the right size for the day you needed it, and while you were still able to zip it, it just felt…wrong.  It bunched over your stomach, making you look bigger than you already felt.  The knee length dress should’ve been flowy and roomy, but it was just tight and awkward.

You wanted a small wedding.  You didn’t have any family to invite, except for Sam, and Eddie was in the same boat.  In the backyard of your house, just before dusk settled, you were marrying Eddie in front of Sam, Wayne, Madison, and the guys from the band.  And Steve.  Can’t forget about Steve – even if you tried.  Sam never shut up about him.

“He’s just…perfect, ya know?” Sam sighed dreamily from your bedroom.

When you walked back out of the bathroom in just your bra and panties, she looked at you skeptically.

“I’m not going,” you shrugged.

“Uh…yah you are,” Sam said as she sat up, “I put on a fucking dress for you, you are going.”

“No, I’m not.  My dress looks stupid and it doesn’t fit right over this.” You softly flicked your stomach and groaned, “I have nothing to wear.”

“Y/N-“

“No, this is so stupid.  I fucking should’ve bought a bigger size.”

“Can we go get another dress?”

“I wanted this dress,” you frowned, “I just need like…two inches to be taken out on it, you know? If that.  It’s supposed to be short and flowy, not short and stuck.”

“What do you want to do?”

With frustrated tears in your eyes, you shrugged slightly and said, “Go tell them I’m a few minutes late because I’m trying to figure out what to wear.”

Sam bit back her frown at the sadness in your voice, but she done as she said.  Without another look back, she slipped out of the room and down the hall to see Eddie and the guys standing around the kitchen island.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie frowned.

“The dress doesn’t fit anymore,” she whispered only into his ear.

“Shit,” he nodded, “Okay.  We can fix this, yeah?”

Sam was gone just a minute before she came back, grabbed your dress off the bed, and left the room again without saying a word.

When she came back about thirty minutes later, and you were knee deep in your closet trying to piece something together to look nice, she was wearing a smile and your dress was draped over her arms.

“Here,” she said, “Try it on.”

“Sam, I didn’t magically lose five pounds in the time it took you to leave and come back.” You snorted, “I’m already sad enough.”

“Just…try it, yeah?” She frowned, “It’s different now.”

You glared at her before snatching it and storming into the bathroom.  You were frustrated and on the verge of tears as you slid it on just to prove to her that it wasn’t going to make a difference.  You slid it up past your stomach, sliding your arms into the holes, and – holy shit.

Holy shit, it fit.

“Sam!” You called out to her, turning around to show her that you needed help getting the last bit zipped up, “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” she shrugged, “And don’t question it too much.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror and you didn’t hate what you seen.  The dress was a bit shorter, but for the most part, it looked relatively the same.  You smoothed the dress down over your stomach and turned to look at her with a soft smile.

“Did you fix it, Sam?”

“Baby, if I attempted it, you wouldn’t have had a scrap left and you know that.” She laughed as she fixed your hair, “You ready? Eddie looks really handsome.  All the guys do, really.”

“Thank you,” you said, your eyes trailing over her face, “For all of this, for helping me…for being my best friend.  Thank you.”

“Wouldn’t trade ya for the world,” she smiled, hooking her arm in yours as you grabbed your bouquet off the table.

Madison had already tossed the flowers down, and Jeff was lightly strumming along to whatever song was on his mind.  He switched to the bridal march when he saw you and Sam round the corner and you heard the chatter stop. Your arm tightened on Sam and you gave her one last look before you smiled and nodded, the two of you walking into view of the small party. 

Your and Eddie’s smiles must’ve matched when you laid eyes on each other.  Sam was right – he did look handsome.  He was wearing black slacks and a black button down long sleeve shirt.  His hair was tied back in a low bun.  You felt your stomach flip flop as you walked closer to him.  Sam gave you a small kiss on the cheek and then dropped your arm into Eddie’s.

“Who gives this woman to be married?” The officiant asked.

“I do,” Sam said with tears in her eyes, “Her sister.”  She turned to Eddie and gave a playful glare, “You take good care of my girl.”

“Promise,” Eddie nodded.

The officiant started in on his speech and you couldn’t stop staring at Eddie.  He looked so handsome. The past 5 months had been a whirlwind, and some might consider you crazy, but the love you felt when you looked at him just seemed to rattle out of you.  He was everything you had ever wanted, and more, and he was going to be your husband.

“You look beautiful,” Eddie whispered into your ear.

“Did you fix my dress?”

“I’ve learned a thing or two over the years of sewing all my patches on,” he gave you a small wink.     

It seemed like the officiant went on for hours, but it was only a couple of minutes until you heard the famous words.

“I now pronounce you Mr. and Ms. Edward Munson, husband and bride.  You may kiss your bride.”

Nearly twelve hours had been the longest you had went without kissing him.  His hands gripped your face and your lips crashed against his, your arms wrapping around his neck as he leaned down and kissed you deeply.

The claps and cheers faded into the background for a moment when he rested his forehead against yours and looked down into your eyes.  Nothing had ever felt so right to you.  It was crazy.  It was insane, even.  You knew that.  You knew that he knew that.  But when he pulled you in closer to him and pressed another kiss to your lips, you knew you had made the right decision.

The small party followed you two back into the house.  Eddie slung Madison over his shoulder playfully, her squeals filling the air.  When you got inside, everyone was either dispersed into the kitchen or the living room once they had made their plates.  You were fixing Madison’s food and her sippy cup when you felt two arms wrap around you from behind and soft lips kiss up your neck.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered in your ear as he rubbed your belly, “Are you sure this wedding was what you wanted?”

You turned in his grasp, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his lips quickly before nodding, “It was everything I wanted.  The people I love the most seeing me marry the man I’m in love with.  It was everything.”

“I love you,” he whispered.  He didn’t say it often, but you felt it.  And that’s what mattered to you.

“I love you,” you whispered back, brushing your nose against his You felt that odd feeling in your stomach again, the fluttering flip flopping, and it dawned on you. 

“I think I just felt the baby move,” you laughed.

“The stink 2 is just joining in on the celebrations,” he grinned, a hand coming to rub your belly.                   

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                19 weeks pregnant made you feel gross.  Morning sickness came in waves that transcended into all day sickness most days.  You grinned and bared it, trying to make everything seem okay, but you were miserable.  You were backwards, that was for sure.  You were laying on the couch, your arm threw over your eyes, as you fought the nauseated feeling.

You felt two small hands on your stomach and you opened your eyes to see Madison staring at you curiously.

“What’s wrong?” her voice was small but full of worry.

“Your baby brother or sister is being a little butthead today,” you said.

“My baby?” Her eyes widened, “That’s my baby?”

“Yeah, you can have it.” You scrunched your nose up at her.

“No, thank you.” She said politely, scrunching her nose up as well, “Daddy?”

“Dads at the studio.  He’ll be back home soon.” You said, carding your fingers through her wild hair.

“Kay,” she nodded, and then turned around and walked into the kitchen.

There was a clatter and then she shouted, “I’m okay!”

“Madison, what are you doing?” You groaned, not wanting to get off the couch, but the concern pushed you over thee edge of the cushion.

You walked into the kitchen to find her standing on the stool, stretching her little arms out to reach for a loaf of bread. 

“Do you need some help? Are you hungry?” You asked, trying to figure out her motives.

“No,” she huffed, finally grabbing the plastic bag and tugging, “You go sit down, baby.  I got it.”

“Baby?” You laughed, shocked at the nickname.

“Yeah,” she nodded digging out two pieces of bread and turning to look at you with a dimpled smile, “Like daddy.”

“Oh, okay.” You laughed.  Out of all the things her little ears had heard him say, you were thankful she chose the calmer nickname.

You kept a close ear out on the kitchen as you walked back to sit on the couch.  A few seconds later, Madison tip toed around the corner, 3 pieces of bread, a pack of animal crackers, and an orange you had cut for her earlier today that you had suspicions that she didn’t eat on a plate and two bottled waters clutched in her other arm.

“Here go,” she said with a soft smile as she sat the plate down in your lap and looked up at you.

“That’s very sweet of you, Madison.” You gave her a small smile, “Did you make this bread yourself?”

“Mhm,” she laughed wildly, “And the orange.”

“You made this orange all by yourself?” You gasped.

“Yeah!” She laughed harder, her hands covering her mouth.

“Are you fibbing right now?” You glared at her playfully.

“Yeah!” She squealed.

“That’s what I thought,” you laughed.

“Who’s fibbing right now?” Eddie asked, walking into the living room.

“Me!” Madison laughed, running over to jump into his arms.

“And you’re laughing about it?” Eddie looked at you skeptically, “What’s she going on about?”

“She made the bread and the orange she brought me after she called me baby.” You laughed as he flopped down beside of you on the couch, Madison in tow. 

“How are you feeling?” Eddie asked, leaning in for a kiss.

“Nauseous,” you nodded, “But I’ve had a good caregiver.”

He sat Madison down and she ran off upstairs to play, leaving the two of you alone.  He turned and gave you a proper kiss, his thumb trailing over your cheek as he leaned in closer, wrapping you in his arms once the kiss ended.

“You ready for tomorrow?” Eddie asked softly, rubbing his hands up and down your sides.

“Yes and no,” you laughed softly, “Ready to see the little blob that’s making me miserable…not looking forward to the naming process.”

“At least we’ll know what the blob is,” he laughed.

“How was the studio?”

“Good,” he nodded, “Got a few solid tracks laid.  Gareth looks great by the way and he sounds even better than before.  I think this new album is going to be even better than our first.”

“I want to hear,” you said, tucking your head under his chin as you finished peeling the white part of the orange off.

“I’ll take you in tomorrow after the appointment,” he kissed the top of your head, “Promise.”

“What do you think it is?” You asked, leaning your head back enough to fully look at him.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “Either way, I’m happy.  I just want you and the baby to be healthy.”

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                “Congratulations,” the ultrasound technician looked between the two of you, “It’s a girl.”

“A girl?” You gasped as you sat up a bit on the table to get a clearer view of the screen, “It’s a girl?”

“A healthy girl,” she smiled at you. 

“You’re going to have a sister, Mads.” Eddie said, looking between her and the screen, his hand tightening around yours as you stared at the screen in shock.

“My baby is a sister!” She clapped her hands excitedly, “Mama, it’s a girl!”

You turned to look at her, a bit shocked, as did Eddie. She hadn’t called you anything except Y/N or ‘Baby’ since you had met her.  You had tears in your eyes already, but they flowed freely as you watched her clap her little hands excitedly.

Eddie caught the moment and as soon as your belly was cleaned of the gunk and the technician left the room, he handed Madison to you, smiling to himself as he watched you pepper her face in kisses.  It must’ve played on her mind too because once you had sat her in your lap, she was playing with your necklace before she looked up at you sheepishly and whispered:

“Will you be my momma, too?” Her big brown eyes were brimmed with unshed tears and you swore she was a old soul in that moment. 

Your thumbs wiped her tears away before they fell, and you tilted her head backwards by her chin so you could look her in her eyes.

“Always, stink.” You said, your voice cracking as you watched her bottom lip quiver, “Forever and ever.”

“Y/N is going to adopt you, Mads.” Eddie said as he soothed her hair back, “That means we’re all going to be a family and no one will ever take you away from us.”

“Stacy?” Her voice trembled and your heart broke.  To be so young, she understood so much already.  You were determined she was going to have a normal childhood from here on out.

“Never again, baby.” Eddie shook his head.

“Never ever again,” you said, wiping her cheek with the back of your hand     

            Delivery was a painful 16 hour experience.  Your throat was raw from the screams, your body was exhausted, and halfway during the delivery, you cursed Eddie for getting you knocked up in the first place.  That was followed by an hour of crying and apologizing.  He never left the room.  He stayed beside you, and behind you, at every twist and turn. 

You were holding the swaddled baby to your chest, watching as she nursed.  Your eyes kept drifting down to Eddie, who had finally sat still long enough to fall asleep.  Madison was with Sam and Steve and you knew she was safe – she would be here later to meet the baby, but you missed her. 

Evelyn Olivia Munson was born on December 30th, 1991 at 4:51 AM.  She weighed a healthy 8 pounds, 9 ounces, and was 20 inches long.  She had a head full of wild brown hair, just like her sister and her father.  Big round eyes and pouty lips and she was perfect.

A few minutes later, Eddie had woken up and rubbed his tired eyes.  You slid over a bit in your bed and let him slip beside of you.  His arm wrapped around your stomach as he rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes glued to Evelyn just as much as yours were.

“You okay?” He asked softly.

“Couldn’t be any better,” you gave him a small smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “You okay?”

“I’m great,” he smiled.

The two of you were quiet for a few minutes, taking in the sight of her.  Every few minutes, one of her eyes would open and she’d look around before falling asleep again.  You fixed the strap of your shirt as Eddie took her, holding her in the crook of his arm as he stared down at her.

“I never got to do this with Madison,” Eddie said finally, “Stacy didn’t let me in the delivery room because I wouldn’t go buy her a hit before she gave birth…I didn’t meet Madison until she was three days old and was ready to come home from the hospital.”  He looked over at you and shook his head in disbelief, “You amazed me, ya know? I know that had to be painful…but watching you deliver her showed me how strong you really are.”

You sniffled and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips, “I had a pretty cool man here supporting me.”

“I did absolutely nothing.  That was all you.” Eddie said, switching Evelyn to the other arm.  He wrapped his now free arm around your shoulder and pull you into him.

“I’m sorry for the things I said to you,” you laughed softly.

“Yeah…well you’ve got the rest of our lifetime to make it up,” he gave you a small smirk.

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Ty soo much for taking the request☆

The fanfic is great♡♡♡♡♡

Can you do a part 2 if possible?

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Eyo glad you enjoyed it. I usually prefer people let me know what they want in their reqs LMAO but sure why not it was fun to write before.

Something was wrong with her co-workers.

Like seriously wrong.

Even her briefest interaction with the ADA this past week had been weird... Ranpo gave her chocolates... Ranpo Edogawa actually shared food with someone and for some reason he chose her.

Stepping into her shared office with the Black Lizard she sighed, if they looked at her weird one more time today she just might hit them.

Yep there it was that weird fucking look- something like pride shining in Hirotsu's eyes but with Tachihara it was pensiveness and the Akutagawa's... no she doesn't want to know what that look between them meant.

"Okay what is it?" She snapped.

"What's what?" Tachihara said a little too quickly.

"Everyone has been acting weird all week and I am on my last nerve." She pouted and some part of her hoped Akutagawa would say something, ease her worries maybe.

Nope, he just looked in the other fucking direction.

"No one's acting weird." Tachihara's hand moved to his neck- a nervous tick she'd noticed near immediately when they first met.

"I can tell you're lying." She deadpanned. "Did I do something wrong again? Have I somehow magically messed up something that I didn't know about?"

Yeah she was mad now- not even her wonderful Akutagawa's presence could halt it.

"Please I can assure you nothing is wrong Higuchi." His eyes shifted left and she just rolled her eyes.

"If you are going to lie I suggest doing it better... this is why I do all the undercover work." She tutted, turning to her desk.

Half an hour and a seething Higuchi later Tachihara caved... something about how he doesn't like Big Sis being angry.

"We know!" He practically shouted across the room. Gin smacked the man across the back of his head.

Higuchi just shot him a confused look.

"Know what?"

"About the kid." He continued.

Oh. Her stomach lurched.

"We were in the area when you went out for a picnic with your sister and that little girl- ya know that bonding thing you didn't make it to." Tachihara's face was burning bright red- embarrassed that he'd just blurted it out she supposed.

"Who have you told?" Was the only important question.

"No one Big Sis I swear. The ADA said that it wasn't their business and left so we followed suit." And she believed them.

"Is she your daughter?" Hirotsu asked calmly. She just nodded.

"Her name is Mai." She said finally. "She's four and yes... my daughter."

The room fell quiet.

"How?" She wanted to laugh- Akutagawa asking her questions about herself felt surreal.

"Hey bro when a man and a woman love-" Rashoumon shoved Tachihara out of his chair in an instant.

"That isn't what I mean." She nearly laughed, Diablo's ears were bright pink.

"I was 16 and stupid. Her father was a foreign exchange student in my class, and we hit it off... he left back to Italy, and I was pregnant with no way to tell him... I don't regret it though- she's my favourite person. Had her, turned seventeen and joined the Mafia end of story."

"Ah." Was all Akutagawa replied with.

"You're a badass you know Big Sis."

"Yes my daughter seems to think so."

And though it was still so very weird... she didn't mind the joyful laughter that followed.