#or next time we'll let you take the pills that will fuck you up

[tahlreth]

The more I work as a pharmacy tech, the more I realize that people absolutely fucking HATE IT when pharmacists do their jobs.

Why isn't your covid medication ready? Because that Paxlovid can absolutely fuck up your kidneys even if they're at 100% and your doctor won't give my pharmacist the renal function test we need to make sure it won't actually kill you.

Oh, you're mad because your new diazapam script isn't filled? M'am, you are on a dose of oxycodone that could knock out a horse and also take zolpidem at night on an "as needed" (wink wink) basis and my pharmacist is concerned you're going to sedate yourself into an accidental death, so yeah. She's gonna need to verify that your doctor really wants to do this.

Sorry we didn't immediately fill the antibiotic the ER sent over, but we're showing that you have a severe allergy to this one and we're trying to get an alternative, but the ER keeps hanging up on the pharmacist. She's called 4 times. If you really WANT the pill that's going to kill you along with that infection, I guess we can fill it anyway.

Like... we are not purposefully trying to deny you meds. We are not trying to make your day worse. But this stuff could kill you or otherwise fuck you up, so maybe calm the hell down and let the pharmacists do what they do best.

#pharmacy #pharmacy tech #retail pharmacy #let them do their jobs #stop yelling at us #or next time we'll let you take the pills that will fuck you up #pharmacy life #countin' pills and being verbally abused

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Jock x F! Bookworm reader pt.3

A/N: This chapter is more of a domestic life chapter.

TW: Dubcon, somnophilia, taking reader's birth control mention

Wanna but me a coffee: ☕

"Hey, Y/N, now that we're married, why don't we consum-" Brad flirts, loosening his tie and undoing his pants.

"Consume some food, yes. What a wonderful idea," You say, sitting on the bed and turning on the TV.

"Ugghh! Why do you keep avoiding sex with me?!" Brad groans, sitting on the bed next to you.

"You know why, Brad," You reply, not paying attention to your husband.

Ever since Brad tricked you into saying yes to his proposal for marriage by fucking you while he proposed, you've held a grudge. You didn't mind marrying him, but what angered you is that's how you're going to remember your proposal. Not being proposed to at an important place, a fancy restaurant, or near the beach, but on Brad's cum and sweat-covered bed while he rails you from behind. There was also the matter of the missing birth control pills, which infuriated you because you needed them for your period cramps.

"Baby, if you're still mad about the proposal, I can redo it. I thought you'd think it was cute to get a proposal after sex," Brad replies, touching your arm. "If you're that mad, I got a honeymoon gift for you."

You turn to look at Brad and see a giant carrot plushie.

"A carrot?" You question, looking at the zipper.

"Unzip it," Brad squeals, making you worried.

You unzip the carrot, and a bunny comes from inside (this plushie is real and very cute: https://lavenderconstellation.store/products/reversible-carrot-strawberry-bunny-plushies?variant=41187145121849).

"Aww, I'm slightly less mad at you now," You coo, kissing Brad on the cheek. "Still not going to have sex with you, though."

Brad groans, and he face plants onto his pillow. The two of you go to sleep until you're woken up by a force plowing into your pussy.

"Mm, Brad, what are you doing?" You groan, trying to lift your head only for it to be pushed back onto the pillow.

"Stay down, I'm almost-ah-finished," Brad groans, slamming his cock into you again.

You would've laid still and let him finish inside you, but a spark of rebellion rises in your chest. You raise your butt and start throwing your ass back onto Brad. He realizes what you're doing and slaps your ass hard.

"Keep fucking with me like that, and we'll never leave this room," Brad growls, making you blush. "Or maybe you'd like that?"

Brad finishes inside you, then leaves a trail of kisses down your neck. His hands roam your chest, leaving you no option but to moan into your pillow.

"What happened to the bride who didn't want to fuck her husband?" Brad teases, rubbing your stomach. "Wait a minute."

You've been caught. Although you were mad at Brad for the proposal and birth control, there was also the secret of your pregnancy that you kept from him. You knew that he's been suffering from baby fever ever since you two fucked in the school library. If he found out you were pregnant, he'd be worse than any bridezilla in existence.

"Y/N, are you pregnant?" Brad asks, pulling out of you.

"Yes. I did a pregnancy test three weeks before our wedding. Right now, I'm about nine weeks," You say, pulling up your shirt and showing your husband the little belly bump.

Brad suddenly hugs you tightly and kisses your stomach.

"I'm a dad! You're going to be a mom! We're going to be parents!" Brad happily exclaims, kissing every part of your body.

This is the happiest you've seen him since you danced with him during prom and your college graduation. You liked seeing him this way instead of the lustful, jealous, obsessive personality that scares you at times. Even if you did like a jealousy-fueled fucking, you don't like seeing your lover constantly in emotional distress and scared he'll lose you.

"So, can we go to the beach now?" You ask, making Brad look at you with confusion.

"Are you kidding me? No! What if you trip and fall while walking on the sand? What if you get hit by a beachball or stray umbrella? So many things could go wrong? You're staying here with me where I can pamper and protect you," Brad rambles, kissing your cheek. "Now, do you have any cravings because I can order room service?"

You have fed and fucked the monster, and now you've made it grow into an overprotective mate that will kill anyone who looks at you the wrong way.

"Brad, I'll be fine. I've been fine these past nine weeks," You argue, sitting up and moving off the bed.

"Y/N, get back on the bed where it's safe," Brad commands, his voice becoming deeper.

"I'm just standing up. In cases you didn't know, I can't lay on a bed for seven days straight. My legs will atrophy."

"I'm not playing with you today."

Brad grabs your hands and pulls you onto his lap. His furious eyes make your body go hot, and you obey your husband. After five years, his yandere tendencies have become a turn-on for you. Your subconscious told you not to find it attractive in any way, but pregnancy hormones are fucking with your brain.

"Come here," You squeal, grabbing the collar of your husband's pajamas and pulling it. "Act like that again and make me go crazy."

Brad smirks, then goes down on you. His lovebites bruise your neck, breasts, and shoulders, decorating you with red spots. He lovingly kisses your stomach and lays his head on it for a few seconds. Brad spreads your legs and begins to worship your pussy. He kisses and bites your clit, making you scream so loud the people next door could think you're being murdered. You keep a hand on Brad's head, slowly tugging it to signal your levels of pleasure. Brad sticks his tongue inside you, and you go wild. Your hand tugs Brad's hair so hard you could see him wince in pain.

"Easy, baby. I don't need my hair being pulled out," Brad says, looking at you. "Just relax and enjoy the ride. I've been fucking you for five years. I know what your body wants and how it reacts."

You let go of Brad's hair and lay your hands at your sides. He resumes eating you out, occasionally smiling from seeing you struggle to touch him. You cum on his tongue, making the last of your energy dissipate. Before Brad gets a chance to sit up, you're already demanding food.

"Of course, my darling, and our baby or babies need nutrients," Brad replies, kissing your inner thigh. "I'll read out the menu so you don't have to waste energy reading it."

"But I still have to waste energy comprehending what each dish and drink is. Then, I have to choose what I want," You reply, making sure to get the best out of Brad.

"You're right! I'll read the descriptions, and then you can order whatever you want," Brad replies, opening up the hotel's menu. "You know what, I'll just pick out what you want."

Brad picks up the phone and orders a buffet of food from the hotel's restaurant.

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"Crack another leg for me," You demand, eating a crab leg and tossing an empty one into a large pile.

"Yes, my darling," Brad answers, cracking multiple legs and handing it to you. "The cake I baked you should be ready in another 30 minutes."

"That's great. Can you stop by Barnes and Noble while you do your grocery run and get this list of books?" You ask, enjoying your food.

"Sure. Sweetie, there's not one parenting book on this list. You need to start learning how to parent before you give-"

"Ugh! I'm so hungry! I can feel the nutrients not reaching my baby!" You dramatically cry, making Brad stop worrying and return to feeding you.

Your marriage proposal may not have been the best, but having Brad bend to your every whim for the next eight months is a good replacement.

#yandere jock #yandere smut #yandere dubcon #sanyuthewitch05 #yandere boy #technically yandere man because Brad is like 23 now

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Never let you go, baby | Dark!Ethan Landry x Afab!Reader

Due to many requests here it's part two of Before you go, baby. Enjoy ;)

Part 1

Summary: Your plans have been ruined due to your newfound pregnancy, so you come back to Ethan, just how he planned it

Cw: Dark themes, manipulative!Ethan, kidnapping, blackmailing, baby trapping, pregnancy symptoms, vomiting, pregnancy sickness, stalking, mentions of smut

It had been 3 months since you had left for college and now you had to come back, due to something you never expected or planned, a baby...

A baby of your best friend, who you had sex with before you left, without being on the pill and while being a virgin

You thought nothing would happen and that you would be okay, nobody gets pregnant on their first time, right?

Wrong

You were very pregnant, growing Ethan Landry's baby, you sometimes wondered how they would look like, would the baby have his nose?

You shook your head coming back into real life, you were close to your stop on the metro, back home after a long travel, your stomach was rumbling

"Y/n are you okay? You've been in there for a very long time" your friend from college asked from outside the stall you were locked in

"I'm okay, just... I think I ate something bad" you said holding your stomach, hunched down on the toilet

"Okay... I'll wait for you outside" she said going away

"Fuck..." You knew it wasn't food

Your stop was announced and you grabbed your bags and walked out, finally stepping home on the familiar place you knew, your stomach rumbled from hunger, all you had eaten was a sandwich and some tea, not very nutricious

"I know little one, we'll get food soon" you spoke to your tummy

You went past a pizza place, your favorite one from when you were in highschool, you were supposed to wait for Ethan so you went into the shop

"Y/n!" The attendant said coming over to the counter when he saw you "How's it been? Didn't you leave for college?" Small town things

"Uh yeah I did but uhm, I need to take back some stuff" you lied

"Oh okay, the usual?" You nodded

"Yes please"

Soon you were served your favorite flavor of pizza, and ate it like it was the best meal of your life, which you felt it was

"Hungry aye?" He asked you and you just giggled

"Had not eaten today"

"Poor thing, you enjoy that" he went to serve someone else

Your phone rang and you saw a text from Ethan

Where r u?

Tom's pizza

K

Not even 5 minutes later he came in to the shop, smiling at you as he sat down next to you

"Glad you're back" he said grabbing your hand

"Yeah..." You didn't feel so happy about it, but he seemed like it "Can we go home?" He nodded

You were about to grab your wallet when he stopped you

"I'll pay honey, it's okay" he said going to pay for you

"Thanks" you said while walking out

He threw his arm around you, your bag on his shoulder

"No need to thank me babe, that's what I'm here for"

You sighed, you couldn't get used to him calling you cute pet names

"Eth..." He hummed "You said- promised, that nothing would change between us but... It did... Right?"

He thought for a moment, or, acted like it, he had planned this whole thing beforehand and you didn't even know

"Well, yeah technically it does, we're gonna be a family now"

"Yeah I know..." You pouted, not ready for this yet "Did you let mom know that I'm here?"

He swallowed "Yeah, she knows, we'll be there soon, we just need to go to my house to pick something and we'll go to your house, okay?"

"Oh, okay" you said softly

Soon you reached his house and he opened the door for you

"Come in, I'll be right back"

You looked around as he left to who knows where, nothing had changed but it certainly felt different

"What the-" you said when you saw a crib mid built up, but suddenly you were grabbed from behind and you became very sleepy

"Shhhh, it'll be okay my love, I'm never letting you go"

Your eyes drooped until you finally fell asleep, darkness taking over...

Some hours later...

You woke up on a bed, a really comfy bed actually, but you were somewhere different

"Wha-?" You looked around to see if you could recognize something

"Good morning my love" Ethan said coming out of the shadows "Sleep good?"

"Ethan, what the fuck are you doing?!" You yelled at him

He just smiled

"Forming a family that's what I'm doing" he sat down on a chair in front of you "Oh you silly Y/n..." He chuckled making you shiver "You think I didn't know this would happen?"

You swallowed heavily "What would happen?"

"You getting pregnant of course" he said standing up "This was all part of my plan, I would get you pregnant and that way you would be mine, forever" he said in front of you, making you back away "Don't be afraid baby, I won't hurt you, I love you too much to do that, never when you're growing my baby" he said touching your tummy "So precious..."

"Ethan... It doesn't have to be this way, please don't lock me away"

"Oh it'll be temporary, until you get used to being my little housewife, only good for breeding and staying at home, being all pretty and full of my babies" he kissed your cheek "I know you'll be good for me baby"

You should be scared, you should be running away, smacking him away, fighting back but... All you did was give in, you loved Ethan and you had always been an outcast, no one had ever asked you out of even had a crush on you, and now this boy, this handsome boy is wanting to keep you all to himself? You couldn't say no to that, could you?

"I'll be good for you Eth..."

"Good girl..."

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Requested by:

@ethanslaundry @angel-of-the-eon @yourslxttysurprise

#ethan landry ghostface #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #dark!ethan landry

[lexpupz]

i need pervy , obsessive and antisocial roommate bada so badddddd it makes me go feral 🤤🤤🤤🤤.

(also heads up! tw for: heavy dubcon (possibly noncon idk like she doesnt put the pp in or touch anywhere bad but still), g!p bada - sorry i cant get enough, panty stealing, food spiking, stalking, light somno and ig just overall perversion, let me know if i left anything out)

like bada, who you barely see out of her room (unless she has classes ofc) and you sometimes have to check up on her just to see if shes still alive. you know that sleeping all day isnt the case for her because you often hear her soft hums and grunts through the paper thin walls, which you just assume are the sounds a frustrated student makes. bada, who ALWAYS insist on doing laundry, including collecting it, washing it, ironing it and placing it, neatly folded, in your room afterwards. you only see it as a nice gesture from her since youre the one usually (we'll return to that later) cooking for you both. and so you dont even notice the way some of your underwear sometimes doesnt return to you for a week or maybe more, i mean... it probably just didnt fit in the washing machine at the time right?

bada, who quietly sneaks out of her room, sitting next to you. you passed out on the couch about half an hour ago after a tiring study session. you never really analysed your sleep before, so you probably wouldnt consider yourself a heavy sleeper — but bada definitely would 😊. she gently lifts your legs up to sit under them. she places soft kisses all around your thighs, occasionally giving them cat licks, swirling her tongue around on one spot. oh and she definitely leaves hickeys around while doing that, just to listen to your panicking through the door once you finally wake up. once she sneaks a peek at your panties through the leg-holes (is yhat a word?) of your loose shorts, its over (for her obviously, she would dare touch you further). she just cant ignore the constant twitching in her own underwear, so she slithers a hand in her pants and palms her length through the fabric. oh her cute whimpers and tiny muttering of your name as she gets closer to her release. "y/n-ie~ mmmhhhm, mmmffghhh a-ahh y/n.."☹️☹️. she comes undone after a few, slow but hard, strokes over her tip. splurging her own cum all inside her boxers (another reason for her to do laundry alone). after a few seconds of hazily looking around the room, soft pants leaving her lips — it only hits her then, you could have fucking woken up. she quickly lifts up off the couch and runs away to her room.

bada, who sometimes on the weekends forces you to let her cook for once. you hesitate at first, because she basically does everything around here at this point, but ultimately give in after a few minutes of begging. she never lets you see what shes cooking before its done, always surprising you. even if you try sneaking up on her, she always turns around, smiling at you, before you even make it remotely close to the kitchen counter. "no no, go back in the room, will you? you know i never let you see, so theres no need to try this time." she tells you teasingly, watching you pout. i guess that means its not your fault right? you couldnt have seen her slipping in the crushed sleeping pill since she just wouldnt let you see, not until the food was already served on a plate. she always surprises you with your favourite meals, i mean how did she know right? no really, how did she fucking know, you guys dont know anything about eachother and she barely talks to you so its not like the information couldve just slipped out during a conversation. but i mean, its probably not like she sits right outside the restaurant everytime you go with your friends just to see what youre ordering right? ever since you started rooming with bada, youve noticed that her meals are always so yummy and make your tummy feel so full that you just have to take an afternoon nap, cozily wrapped up in your sheets with the delicious taste still lingering on your tongue. youve also noticed youve started kicking, like alot, in your sleep. because everytime you wake up after one of these naps, the blanket that was tightly wrapped around you, is now thrown at the bottom of the mattress, barely covering your feet. bada just really couldnt help herself you know? you always look sooooo pretty and innocent, quietly snoozing in your bed, so she wanted to somehow prolong the time. and how else does she achieve that, if not spiking the yummy meals she prepared for you. she sits in your comfy gaming type chair, as she watches your chest rise and fall with every breath you take. you look so pretty, with your mouth slightly agape and cheeks painted with a soft tone of pink. she pushes the chair closer to your bed and feels up your now uncovered stomach. "y/n~ah, how come youre always so naive hmmm? im starting to think youre just pretending like you dont notice" she whispers, while her pale and trembling fingers now trace patterns onto your hips.

a/n: okay im done with this for now, im already thinking about a part 2, maybe i could finally try writing something other than just drabbles. i promised myself i would finish the doctor!bada thing i started working but i just cant move on with the plot. but this basically wrote itself once i got the idea so i hope its sufficient for the time being

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #bada imagine #bada lee smut #lee bada #bada x reader #bada smut #swf2 #swf2 x reader

[viaoverthemoon]

Pink Pills 2/2

Since so many of y'all liked the first part of Pink Pills, here's the second part! :) Enjoy!

Be sure to read part 1 first!

Leon x AFAB!Reader

Tw: PURE SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex (Don't be silly, wrap your willy), intoxication, swearing, reader drugged themself, aftercare, Leon is so fucking hot

18+!! MDNI!! NSFW!!! Read at your own risk! <3

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You should take drugs like this more often.

Leon's hands dug harshly into your hips as he watched you bounce up and down on his cock, making the prettiest of noises he's ever heard.

He completely handed you the reigns, just watching you ride his raging dick was enough for him.

He simply ran his hands along your sides and listened to your desperate whines, sucking on your needy breasts every now and then.

You'd cum a total of 4 times, and yet the burning feeling never went away.

Your legs were starting to give out and you let out a frustrated breathy moan, sinking completely down onto Leon's cock.

"Leon... I can't..." You tried to catch your breath while also trying to ignore the feeling of him deep inside of you. So deep, you swear you can feel him touch your cervix.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving little crescent marks, as he leans into you. He kisses your neck, hoping to calm you down as you unknowingly grind on him.

"You're doing such a good job, baby."

His praise only makes the feeling so much worse.

You groan and try to lift yourself back up to ride him again. But it looks like your legs have given up.

You huff a desperate sigh before nesting your face in Leon's neck, still grinding into him.

"I can't, Lee... You do it? Help me fuck you?" Your question comes out as a desperate whine, igniting something in him.

Suddenly, you're on your back on the couch, his lips skimming your throat.

"You're amazing, angel."

Was the last thing he said before pulling all the way out of you, then slamming back into your spent pussy.

You release a raspy scream, voice nearly gone and cumming for the 5th time.

But it's like he knew you weren't satisfied yet, because he began to thrust in and out of you at an unrelenting pace.

It's rough, painful, addicting, and feels oh so good. You drag your nails down his back, probably drawing blood, but he doesn't seem to care.

You're loud. Louder than you've ever been with him. Back arching, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

And his noises aren't helping.

Leon sounds like can't get enough of you.

He whimpers, moans, groans, and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

"You're doing so good for me, angel."

"Oh God... you feel so... it feels so... oh sweetheart-"

"You don't even know what you're doing to me, baby-"

"Pussy feels so good... Oh fuc- I'm gonna-"

Just with his voice alone, you're cumming for a 6th time. And he follows right behind you, pulling out of your soaked entrance and finishing all over your tits.

He hunches over you as you both catch your breath.

The burn your body once felt begins to fade, leaving you extremely exhausted. Your eyes start to droop and your limbs go limp around you.

Leon, being the over-observant asshole he is, notices this and laughs quietly. He leans down to give you a quick, yet affectionate, peck.

"Poor thing... Feeling better, angel?"

You can only manage a small nod, every bone in your body too sore and tired to even move.

Leon hums, standing up and stretching before bending down to pick you up bridal style.

"How about a warm bath? Then we'll go to sleep."

It was your turn to hum this time, resting your head on his chest,

"Oh and, angel? How about next time we try something like this, we actually read the warning labels. Okay? Okay."

He laughs as you groan and throw your head backwards.

Yeah. Next time, we'll read the warning labels.

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Always read the warning labels y'all. <3

#leon x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #re4 #re4 leon #x reader #x y/n #viaoverthemoon #smut

[iamcalmdammit]

Being sick || [John Price x reader]

Note: I loved John and the reader's chemistry in Four so here you go. This is the result of me suffering from goddamn covid myself.

Price hated to wake up without you by his side, especially when he was at home. After your date night on the previous day, he thought you could spend the morning in bed together, enjoying your short alone time. But when he woke up and turned to your side, he found the empty spot where you'd been when he fell asleep.

So he put on a shirt and began his short trip around the house to see where you were. In a matter of minutes he found you in the living room downstairs, cozily tucked under a fluffy blanket on the couch and reading a book in the silence the neighborhood provided so early in the morning.

"Lucas is with my parents and you don't use this opportunity to get some extra sleep?" he asked with a smile when he entered the room.

"I don't feel too well," you replied hoarsely as you closed the book and looked up at him. "I didn't want to wake you up with my coughing."

A worried expression replaced the loving smile the moment he heard you talk. "What's wrong?" He kneeled on the couch next to you and quickly checked your temperature by putting the back of his hand on your forehead. "Okay, you have a fever, you're going back to bed," he instructed before putting away the book and the blanket then reaching out to help you up.

But you pushed his hand away and stubbornly said, "I'm fine."

"You're not," Price told you when you started coughing. "Come on, I'll make you tea and bring something to bring down the fever along with a covid test."

"John."

Shaking his head, he simply scooped you up and began to walk towards the stairs with you. "This is not an argument you can win," he said with a know-it-all smirk.

"Ugh, fine."

"I hate it when you're being this difficult."

"I just can't be sick."

"You absolutely can." When you reached the bedroom and he gently lowered you on the bed, he sat down next to you and swept your hair out of your face. "Look, I can take care of you and myself just fine, and I'll ask my parents if Lucas can stay with them for a few more days."

Rolling your eyes, you looked at the ceiling. "I never said you can't take care of me," you murmured.

"You didn't have to," he informed you with a smile before he leaned down to kiss you on the lips.

"Hey, you're gonna catch whatever it is," you warned as you pushed him away.

Laughing, he stood up and held up his hands. "We live in the same house, I slept next to you last night, so I think I'd catch it eventually anyway. But fine, I'll give you space."

Ten minutes later Price returned with a tray in his hand that he settled on the bed next to you then sat down. "I'll put the tea on the nightstand because it's still hot. Here's a glass of water and some meds for the fever," he went on, giving you both. "And it's a good thing I stocked up because here's a covid test kit and a pill for your throat too."

"Doomsday prepper," you joked with a smile before taking the pill.

"All right," he began once he took the half empty glass from you and put it on the nightstand next to the steaming mug of tea. "Let's do the test. I brought myself one too so we'll see," he said, opening the boxes and neatly placing each item in front of you and himself.

Watching him with an amused smile, you leaned back against the headboard. "I can use a test, you know, I'm not dying yet."

"But I want you to rest."

At this point you gave up and decided not to force him. Price was glad you made this decision because he was too worried to deal with that. About ten minutes later you were both just sitting there on the bed, holding hands as you watched the two test panels.

It was you who broke the silence with your coughing fits every now and then until you said, "I was happier when it was my pregnancy test that became positive."

"Well, we're fucked. Let's hope I get away with it without symptoms so I can help you more," Price told you then began to collect the remains of the kit on the tray.

If there was one thing everyone knew about Price, it was probably how much he adored you since the day you met on a mission seven years ago. He was smitten, he knew that. Kate and Kyle often teased him about this, especially when they overheard parts of his conversations with you.

So now that you were sick, he was ready to spend the next few days taking care of you, just like you'd do if the roles were reversed. Once he took the tray back to the kitchen, he made himself a coffee then returned to the bedroom to lie down next to you.

With his legs pulled up, he dialed his mother's number and put it on speaker so you could also hear it. "Hi, Mom," he greeted her. "Look, can you get Lucas and yourselves a covid test?" His mother was surprised to hear it and her surprise disappeared the moment she put the pieces together. "Yeah, both of ours were positive so I just want to know if he's okay," he explained and his mother promised to do what he wanted. "Okay, thanks, Mom."

"Can we talk to him?" you asked worriedly, but she immediately explained that your father-in-law took him to the playground that morning. "Oh, okay."

"Call us if you know anything, okay?" Price asked then ended the call after a positive response. "I hope he didn't catch it," he said.

You watched him with an amused smile on your lips and he had no idea what it was for. "I love it when you're like this," you suddenly told him.

"Like what?"

Laughing, you reached out to take his hand. "When you turn on your worried-dad mode."

"Is that so?" he asked then leaned over to kiss you.

"Mmm-hmm. Like when I was attending a meeting in the HQ a few months back and you sent me tons of messages about taking him to a doctor because he had a mild fever."

Price laughed. "I freaked out."

"Yeah, I could--" you began but started coughing mid-sentence, "tell." When you could finally finish the sentence, you moved a bit to rest your head on his chest. "Thank you for taking care of us."

He couldn't help but look down at you with a big smile. Not because he was proud of himself, that was the bare minimum he could do as a husband and father. No. The reason behind the smile was how emotional you always got when you were sick or injured. It was cute and he loved it.

Later in the day--after finding out your son and his parents were all in the clear--he brought you another round of tea and meds, but this time he put some chocolate on the tray for you as well. "Liverpool's playing tonight," he stated as he sat next to you and sipped from his own tea.

"I know," you replied with a smile.

"You think you're gonna be okay while I'm watching it?"

With a cute little laugh you reached out to put your hand on his arm. "I'll be fine. I'm not dying. Maybe I'll watch it with you," you added after some thinking.

Raising your hand to his lips, Price said, "You should sleep, your fever's still not down."

"I'll be fine, John," you assured him.

He agreed. You were his lucky charm after all. The team couldn't lose if you were watching the game with him. So after you finished your drinks, he accompanied you downstairs, making sure you were okay on the way, then he tucked you in carefully with the blanket you left there in the morning.

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[lizzieislife94x]

Professor Olsen (e.o)

LizziexFem Reader

Lizzie is your professor your the student of legal age ofc let's say y/n is 19 and lizzie is 25

GirlxGirl

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Y/ns POV:

"I'm up IM UPPPP!!!" I yell at my roommate as I roll out of bed she can be a fucking pain in the ass would 10 more minutes in bed have been to much to ask "y/n you can't be late you have professor Olsen's test today as do I so get your ass up and ready or I'm leaving without you" I moan and I get ready I really should get my fucking licence because this bitch is annoying me I love her really she's my best friend but when you wake me up rudely it pisses me off, I grab my bag and phone and head to the kitchen to get a bottle of water and turn to my roommate "ta da better seriously take a chill pill we still have 45 minutes we'll be there in plenty of time calm your tits " she rolls her eyes and grabs the car keys "let's go dickhead I'm not getting yelled at because you can't be bothered getting out of bed, maybe you like to be yelled at by pro Olsen because you wanna rail her and think it's sexy I on the other hand do not" I follow her to the car not saying anything this bitch really outing me I can't help but laugh as we sit in the car and I look over at her and she laughs as well.

it takes us roughly 30 mins to get to campus leaving plenty of time toget to class. As I walk in with my friend I take my seat at the front of the class if you knew how hot she was you'd sit here too "morning professor " I say with a huge smile as she turns to face us "morning girls great to see you here on time I hope your prepared for the test later" I let out a nervous chuckle "uh yeah totally professor Olsen" I mean I did study but got distracted by the thought of professor Olsen will I pass I have no idea as the day goes on we're almost at the end of the day and I get up walking over to her desk "done professor " I say handing my test to the goddess infront of me "thank you miss L/N please take a seat and try not to disturb the rest of the class" I nod and head back to my seat and start annoying my friends sending me into a fit of laughter "miss L/N that's detention stay after class one more sound out of you ill make it the full week"

she says in a series tone and I find myself in a flustered state that shouldn't have been as much of a turn on as it was fuck, I gulp and nod looking at her trying to hide my flustered state I slowly sink down on my seat keeping my eyes on my shoes after 40 minutes the bell goes and we all stand to leave as I'm talking to my friends a chill is sent down my spine "miss L/N where are you going take a seat you can see your friends later once your done here" I look at my friends who laugh and tease as I sit back down and the classroom empties slowly "professor Olsen how long do I have to stay" I almost whisper "until I say otherwise young lady now come over here and take a seat you can help me sort these tests into alphabetical order ' I nod and walk over taking a seat beside her and I start to sort the paperwork fuck this is gonna take forever I let out a huff "oh I'm sorry am I inconveniencing you miss l/n" she states with a dominating tone to her voice

"fuck..." I whisper clearly turned on and she raises her eyebrow at me unsure of her next words "miss l/n did that excite you" she asks sliding her pen into her mouth biting gently with a smirk "uhh I umm" she keeps her eyes burned to me "words y/n words use your big girl words" I gulp and play with my fingers "yes ok yes it did professor Olsen" she giggles and bites her lip "well maybe you can get out of detention a little quicker if you help me " I look at her confused as she sits back in her chair and spreads her legs and my eyes instantly snap to her spread legs "professor Olsen don't play don't start something you can't finish " I smirk licking my lips slowly "oh baby I never start something I can't finish now on your knees let's see if that tounge is good for something other than chatting during my test time" I let out a moan and drop to my knees crawling over to her as she pulls her skirt up over her waist as I run my hands up and down her thighs working to her panties I can see the visible wet patch in her panties I slowly run my finger up and down her slit over her panties earning a sexy moan from the older woman above me

"that feels...that feels good y/n" I bite my lip and pull her panties to the side sliding my fingers through her wet folds savouring the feeling of her wet cunt "don't..fucking tease me y/n" she almost yells and I smirk "I'm sorry professor Olsen" I slide my fingers inside her tight cunt and moan at the way she hugs my fingers so well and the moan she let out let's me know she enjoys it tooI start sliding my fingers in and out at a slow place as I latch my lips around her puffy clit swiping my tounge every few seconds just to hear the whimpers leaving her mouth "just like that baby fuck yes don't...stop" she breaths out as I up my pace of my fingers and moan against her clit as she grips my hair tight "shit that's the spot fuck y/n I'm gonna cum" I thrust my fingers faster until her walls squeeze my fingers signalling she's close to cumming I instantly pull my fingers out and slide my tounge in replacing my fingers as she pushes me further into her I feel her release all over my face and lap up every sweet sweet bit of cum she gives I slide my tounge out and look up at the older woman with her head back and thin layer of sweat over her head and face I smirk "was that good enough professor " I giggle slightly as she looks at me smiling "fuck yes I think...I need to...keep you back more often " I get back into my seat and bite my lip "maybe I'll just purposely get detention everyday"I stayed to help her with the tests and after an hour I bid my goodbye to the older woman excited for the following day of school for the first time in a long time maybe school isn't that bad after all.

 AN: just a quick update to keep the book up to date also my anxiety has me awake so feel free to message with requests and ill do them right away feedback Is appreciated and welcome good or bad let me know if you enjoy them word count is 1.3k for this chapter  (who doesn't love a good ol professor Olsen fic)

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[dontcare77ghj]

Supposed to be a one night thing

Steve x reader x Bucky

Mob! Au

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Sleeping with two men after sharing a couple of dances and drinks with them was not your best moment.

Especially since you three started before you even left the club.

The next morning you had snuck out of the hotel room they'd brought you to before either man had a chance to wake up.

You thought that was it. One night, two months ago.

Except now, sitting on your bathroom floor, you realised that hadn't been it.

"God, fucking damn it." You swore, staring at the positive pregnancy test in your hands.

"Y/N, you good in there?" Wanda called from the other side of the doorway.

"No, I'm dead." You called back sarcastically, still staring at the stick.

"Don't take that tone with me, miss missy," Wanda said as she opened the door. "It's positive, isn't it?" She asked, closing the door behind her.

"I thought there was protection." You whispered as Wanda came and sat beside you. "I could've sworn there were condoms, and I'm on the pill! For Christ's sake!" You cried, throwing the stick across the room.

"The pill doesn't always work, and you said you were all really drunk, didn't you?" Wanda questioned you as her arm wound around your shoulders.

"We were." You nodded, curling into Wanda's side.

"Well, there you go. It doesn't take a genius to make a baby." Wanda tried to joke.

"No, it just takes so many shots of vodka." You groaned.

"Is it too soon to ask you what you want to do?" Wanda wondered.

"I don't know what I want to do yet." You said with a sigh. "I don't even know who those men or which is the father." You said, hiding your face in your hands. "God, I'm a slut."

"Oh, please, those two are the first men you've slept with in two years. You're hardly a slut." Wanda told you.

"I'm barely twenty-four, Wands. I don't know if I can be a mom." You said, looking at your friend.

"You have pretty much adopted those four kids that work for you. You're the most mothery person I know, and that's including other mothers." Wanda said.

"If I did keep it, I have nana's bakery, so it's not like I'm strapped for cash." You hummed. "I might have to find somewhere else to live."

"We have the spare room, hon. Granted, it's a little small, but it'll be fine for now for bubs." Wanda said. "Oh, I have to make a nursery Pinterest board now! When do we know if it's a girl or a boy? Or should we go something between like purple?" She questioned you.

"You'd still want to live with me? With a baby that'll spend half its first year screaming?" You rose a brow at the woman.

"It's not like my insomnia lets me sleep anyway." Wanda shrugged. "Hey, look at me. You are my best friend, the sister I wanted but didn't get. Of course, I wasn't going to kick you out when you're pregnant." She promised you.

"Have I ever told you I love you?" You asked the woman. 

"Not lately." She smiled.

"I love you, Wands."

"I love you too, Y/N. We'll figure this out. I promise."

Two Months Later

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Wanda cheered as she exited the doctor's office first.

"It was a fifty-fifty chance, Wanda." You rolled your eyes with a smile.

"But still, I was right!" She grinned, looping her arm around you. "And I think we should get ice cream for my little detkas."

"Not for you or me? Just for what's in my womb?" You rose a brow at the woman.

"I mean, we're going to get some too, but this way, we can pretend we're being healthy," Wanda said as the two of you rounded a corner.

But before the two of you could continue on your way, two black SUVs stopped in front of you.

"Should we run?" You asked, eyes darting to Wanda in fear.

"Too late." She nodded to another SUV behind you both.

"Ladies." A blonde man called as he exited one SUV, three other men right behind him. "We're going to need you to come with us."

"Yeah, we didn't ask for a ride, but thanks anyway." You said, causing a dark-skinned man to laugh.

"That's cute, honey, but the bosses want to see you." He chuckled. 

"You wouldn't want to start something that might hurt the baby in your belly, would you?" A man with long black hair wondered, causing another to smack him in the back of the head.

"Nothing will happen to any of you three if you just get in the car." The blonde man spoke again.

"I don't think we have much of a choice here, Y/N," Wanda whispered to you.

"No, I don't think we do." You sighed before the two of you began walking towards the men.

As the two of you got closer, the blonde man took hold of your forearm and pulled you into one car while another took Wanda and began dragging her towards the other.

"Wait, where are you taking her?" You demanded, watching as Wanda was bundled into the back of the other car. 

"Don't worry about her. She's going to be just fine as long as you cooperate." The man said as you were pushed into the car.

"How did no one react to two people being kidnapped in broad daylight?" You muttered to yourself.

"People see what we tell them to see." The dark-skinned man said as the car began to drive.

Too scared to anger your kidnappers, you kept silent in the back seat, your arms wrapped around your belly.

The windows were tinted so darkly that you couldn't tell where the men had driven you or how long it had been since you got into the car.

But all too soon, the car stopped.

"C'mon, little lady." The blonde said, opening your door and trying to take your arm.

Wrenching yourself out of his grasp, you stepped to the side before glaring at him.

"Put your hand on me, and it'll be the last thing it ever touches." You snapped, causing the darker man to laugh loudly as the blonde had the intelligence to look scared.

"Oh, I'm gonna like having you around." The man said, holding his hand out to you. "Sam."

"I'm not taking your hand." You said, wrapping your arms around your stomach.

"Fair enough." He nodded, letting his hand fall to his side. "This way." He gestured for you to follow him, the blonde man behind you.

You were certain you were going to die. 

That you, your babies, and Wanda, too, would all be dead by the end of the hour.

And your fears weren't lessened as Sam led you through what looked like an office building and bundled you into an elevator before pressing the top floor button.

"In you go, sweetheart," Sam said once the doors opened.

If you were going to die, there was no point in delaying the inevitable.

Steeling your shoulders, you walked out of the elevator into what appeared to be a large office.

You felt sorry for whoever was going to have to clean your blood out of these carpets.

"Y/N L/N." A man from behind the desk stated, causing you to freeze.

"I think she's surprised to see us, Buck." The other man chuckled.

"Of course, she is. I bet you never thought you'd see us again, huh, sweet thing?" Bucky questioned you, resting his elbows on the desk in front.

"Well, that is why I left before you two woke up." You sighed, walking closer to the two.

"You didn't think you could hide our baby from us, did you?" Steve cocked his head.

"Well, I didn't know who you were or have a phone number, and there's not exactly a message board for anonymous motel sex, is there?" You snarked, taking the seat opposite them. 

"You don't know who we are?" 

"Besides intimate details, no." You said, causing the two to share a look you couldn't discern. "What I do want to know is why the hell you had me and my friend kidnapped in broad daylight?"

"You're carrying our child, Y/N," Steve said as if that were all the explanation you needed.

"Which I still don't know how you found out about." You raised a brow.

"Our friend's wife works at your doctor's office. He recognised you." Bucky shrugged. 

"Okay, enough with the half-assed answers." You snapped.

"You might want to be careful what you say to us, kitten," Steve said warningly.

"I remember you liked my mouth. Or was it just what went in it and not out?" You narrowed your eyes at the blonde as Bucky laughed loudly.

"She's got fire, Stevie."

"Look, we can all agree that this," You gestured to your rounded stomach. "Is not what any of us planned. So, why don't you two go back to not knowing?" You suggested.

"Not knowing?"

"Yeah, me and my friend, who better still be in one piece, go back home, and you two can stay here and do whatever the hell it is you do." You explained. "You won't hear from any of us again."

"And what would you say if we offered you a million dollars to have this baby, give it to us, and you go on with your life?" Bucky offered.

"You could offer me the moon, and I'd turn it down." You shook your head.

"That's our baby, kitten." Steve reminded you. 

"It wouldn't be your baby if I filed for a restraining order, would it?" You asked, trying to sound threatening, only for the two to laugh.

"There isn't a judge in this city who isn't in our pocket, sweet thing," Bucky mentioned.

"How about we come to the obvious solution?" Steve asked, causing you to cock your head at him. "Co-parenting."

"There'd be rules." You crossed your arms across your chest.

"On both ends." Bucky nodded. 

"And conditions." You added. "Starting with my friend walking out of here without a scratch on her."

"Done." Steve nodded. "One of ours is you, and the baby would have to live with us."

"Excuse me?" You scoffed.

"We have a lot of enemies, sweet thing. It'd be safer for both of you." Bucky mentioned.

"Who the hell are you two?" You snapped, tired of the two's vague words.

"Sweetheart, we're the head of the Avengers mob."

"How the fuck did you not know you were sleeping with two mob bosses?" Wanda demanded as she entered the room Steve and Bucky had given you.

Apparently, the building Sam and the man you'd come to know as Clint had brought you to had many uses.

The lower floors were one of Steve and Bucky's many businesses, this one legal, and the top floors were home to them and theirs.

That now included you.

"I don't pay attention to who people are, Wanda! I don't know who the fucking President is!" You groaned, holding your head in your hands.

"After we fix this, you're not leaving my sight. Next thing I know, you'll be inviting a terrorist to dinner." Wanda sighed, sinking to sit beside you. "Did they hurt you?"

"No." You shook your head. "I don't think they will."

"They kidnapped us." Wanda reminded you.

"They could done a lot worse." You sighed. "Steve and Bucky said they'd call you a car when you're ready to go."

"Like hell, I'm leaving you here." Wanda scoffed. "You can tell them they can either set me up a bedroom next to yours, or we're sharing a bed."

"Wanda, it'd be safer for you back at the apartment." You told her.

"Y/N, after my parents, and Piet, you and these detkas are all the family I have left. I'm not going anywhere." Wanda promised, taking your hand.

"Alright. I'll let them know."

"My friend gets to stay."

"Deal."

"And you keep all your mob dealings away from us."

"We can do that."

"But we need you to stay here for your own safety."

"I have a business to run."

"We have an intern who can take over for you."

"I'd need to meet him."

"We can arrange for that."

"We're also going to need to keep the baby a secret. We've got a lot of enemies."

"I understand." You nodded. "But you should know, it's babies."

Three months pregnant

Steve and Bucky had been quite accommodating in the month you'd been forcibly moved into their home. 

The two had given Wanda a room next to yours, though she ended up staying in your bed most nights.

"Someone's got to watch over you."

They brought in their own doctor, who was on hand 24/7 and even found a prenatal expert they trusted.

And strangely enough, for two one-night stands, the two were very interested in you and the babies in your belly.

"And bon appetite!" Steve grinned, placing a plate in front of you. 

"You know you don't have to cook for us, right? There's a kitchen in my rooms." You reminded him as Bucky took a seat to your left.

"Bruce says you should stay off your feet. He says there's an increased risk of miscarrying with multiples." He said, pinching a piece of bacon off your plate. 

"Hey! Don't touch our bacon!" You gasped, moving your plate out of his reach.

"Buck, you have your own plate." Steve sighed, nodding to the one in front of the brunette. 

"Aw, but Stevie, stolen bacon always tastes better," Bucky whined, causing the blonde to shake his head.

"How you two run a mob, I have no idea." You shook your head. 

"That's easy," Bucky said, shoving bacon into his mouth. "No one gets to see this side of us."

"No one?" You raised a brow. "Not even Sam, who I saw here two days ago walking around in his underwear?" 

"To be fair, he was shot in the leg," Steve smirked. "Makes it harder to wear pants."

"What Steve meant to say is that very few get to see this side of us. Our family basically." Bucky told you.

"Well, I get to see this side of you. And I'm not family." You reminded the man.

"Sweetheart, you are carrying our children. You are more family than you think."

Five months pregnant

"Y/N, are you alright?" Steve asked as you stormed into the living room with Clint on your tail.

"Just fine, no thanks to your little bodyguard." You snapped, moving into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

"What did you do?" You overheard Bucky ask Clint.

"I did what you asked me. I took her into town like she wanted, and kept close."

"And ruined my date." You said, reentering the living room. "You just had to talk to the guy, didn't you?"

"Alright, Clint, why don't you head home for the day?" Steve suggested with a chuckle.

"Oh, go from one overly emotional pregnant woman to another? Thanks, boss." Clint shook his head before leaving the three of you alone.

"So, you were on a date?" Steve rose a brow.

"I don't have to ask your permission to date." You grumbled before chugging half your water bottle. "Besides, it wasn't a real date anyway. We were gonna have coffee and go into the bathroom." You admitted quietly as your cheeks burned red.

"You were looking for someone to sleep with?" Bucky questioned you, choking on his saliva.

"Don't you two judge me. I wasn't going to say anything about this." You gestured between the three of you.

"Why were you trying to get fucked in a coffee house bathroom?"

"Because your kids have made me so fucking horny at all times of the day." You snapped before sinking into a chair with a sigh. "It's a lovely side effect of pregnancy, isn't it?"

"You know, if you wanted a quick lay, you could have just asked."

"Excuse me?" You rose a brow.

"Well, it's not like we haven't done it before. Clearly." Bucky gestured to your protruding stomach. "And this way, you wouldn't be trying to squeeze in a stall with a stranger."

"Don't think we were gonna make it to a stall, but okay." You muttered. "I thought you two were together, and what we did was a result of way too many shots."

"I mean kinda."

"Bucky!" Steve scolded, reaching out and hitting the brunette in the chest.

"Don't hit me, Steve!" Bucky whined, moving away from the man. "That wasn't all I was going to say, geez."

"How you two run a mob." You muttered to yourself.

"Look, what we did wasn't exactly planned. I mean, we were all drunk, and I don't think either of us planned to get you pregnant,"

"I hope not."

"But it happened. And we're all in each other's lives now." Bucky continued. "And it's not as if Steve and I aren't attracted to you."

"This won't make things weird?" You asked, looking between the two.

"Not if we don't make it weird," Steve told you. "Besides, it's not like either of us is going anywhere any time soon."

"What do you say, kitten? You still horny?" Bucky asked with a smirk. 

"Have been for about three weeks." You said, struggling to your feet and moving towards your bedroom. "You coming?"

"Going to be." 

"Not as much as you will be."

Eight Months Pregnant

You had been sleeping with Bucky and Steve for three months now. And honestly, you didn't want it to stop. You weren't sure when it happened or how, but you'd fallen in love with the two.

Wanda hadn't exactly been thrilled when you'd admitted the secret.

"So not only are you carrying the two mobsters' babies, you're now in love with them?" Wanda had demanded. "Oh, honey, you're really in it now, aren't you?"

Of course, you hadn't admitted to either that your feelings had changed. Because if there hadn't, you'd have to spend the rest of your life around them feeling an intense awkwardness.

Well, right now, you wished you had said something.

"Shit," Peter swore, his head falling back against the wall.

"Stop moving, Pete." You rasped from across the room. "You've got at least two broken ribs."

There had been a problem at the bakery that only you could solve so after crawling out of Steve and Bucky's bed and showering the stench of sex off you, Clint had driven you to the bakery.

Peter had been with you while Clint had answered a call from Sam in the front room. That's all it had taken before the back room was gassed.

You had called for Clint, trying to warn him of the attack, as Peter had dragged you into the alley.

But someone had been waiting for you in the alley. You weren't sure who it was or how many had been there because someone had quickly hit you over the head.

And now the two of you were chained to opposites of a room straight out of a torture porn scenario.

"Broken ribs are gonna be the least of my problems when Steve and Bucky find us." Peter groaned, closing his eyes.

"They aren't going to touch you." You promised the younger man as you shifted uncomfortably. 

To anyone else, it looked as though you were uncomfortable due to the terrible conditions of your kidnapping. But what you were afraid to admit out loud was that your discomfort was because of the twins in your womb.

"They're going to kill me." Peter miserably said.

"Peter, this wasn't your fault." You firmly told him. "And if they try anything, I'll kick them both in the ass." You said, causing him to chuckle.

Before Peter could retort, or you could continue to reassure him of his safety, the door to your prison opened. 

And in walked a stunning woman.

"Karla." Peter sat as upright as he could as he glared at the smirking woman.

"Hello, Peter." The woman purred. "So sorry about the rough arrival. Science doesn't like to wait."

"Peter?" You spoke, struggling to sit up. "You want to introduce me to our friend?"

"This is Karla Sofen. She was supposed to be on our side." Peter said, continuing to glare at the woman.

"Steve and Bucky promised me many things, and in the end, they couldn't deliver." Karla tsked.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing like that, sweetie," Karla said, moving towards you. "I'm a scientist. They wanted my help with a few things."

"But we found out she was experimenting on people and their DNA." Peter snapped.

"They said I could continue my personal research." Karla shrugged.

"They didn't know it was fucking with people's genes!"

"My, my, language, Peter. What would your mother think?" Karla asked Peter with a smirk.

"So, you've kidnapped us because you're mad at Steve and Bucky?" You interjected before Karla could continue to taunt Peter.

"A little." Karla shrugged. "But I do get an added bonus by having you, sweet thing." She said, moving closer to you.

"And what would that be?"

"I have a little idea that if successful would truly allow twins, or any set of multiples, to be physically and mentally connected. The problem was, getting a set of multiples. That was until I found out about you." Karla said, kneeling down to your level.

"No." You gasped, unable to stop the tears from filling your eyes and trickling down your cheeks.

Stupid hormones.

"Oh, no, no, no. Don't cry, sweet thing." Karla cooed, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "I'm not going to hurt them. Not while they're safely nestled in your womb."

You tried to pull away from the woman, but you were already pressed against a wall.

"After all, you can't gauge the reactions of a test subject when you can't see them," Karla smirked, rising to her feet. "You'll be seeing me soon."

"Peter?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think they're looking for us yet?"

"I think they're burning the city down looking for you," Peter promised.

"I hope so." You murmured before wincing.

"Y/N?" Peter asked, sitting up straighter.

"I'm fine." You lied, moving to lie down on the cold floor.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N." Peter snapped. "What's wrong with the twins?"

"Nothing. Nothing. They're fine."

"Y/N." Peter started before you let out a gasp. "Y/N?"

"My water broke, Peter." You whispered.

"Oh shit."

"Look, Y/N, I really don't want to tell the pregnant woman what to do, but you have to try and stay quiet." Peter urged you.

"Fuck off, Parker!" You quietly snapped, biting into your fist to quiet your yells. "This kids not waiting, Pete. I think I'm gonna have to push." You cried.

"Then you're gonna have to push." Peter nodded.

"I didn't want it to go this way. I wanted Steve and Bucky to be here. I wanted the twins to be safe." You sobbed.

"Y/N, look at me." Peter pleaded. "Look, if I could come any closer, I'd be right there holding your hand, but I can't. And unfortunately, right now, this is the situation we're working with. I can't promise Steve or Bucky right now, but I promise you, nothing is going to happen to your babies."

You wanted to nod and smile at Peter's encouraging speech. You wanted to sit up and push these babies out in one go with no problems, but none of that was possible.

"Oh shit." You whimpered, hand shooting to your stomach. "I think I have to push."

Before Peter could respond, two things happened. 

One, you were already shimming out of the clothes on your lower half.

And two, the sound of gunshots echoed throughout the room.

"Oh, thank God." Peter breathed, averting his eyes from you. "That's them."

"They better hurry, or both of 'em will be sleeping on the couch." You grunted. 

The sound of gunfire easily covered your increasingly louder cries as the baby was getting closer to tearing its way into the world.

You could almost drown out the deafening sound as you tried to remember what your birthing coach had taught you. In fact, you almost entirely blocked out what was happening around you, until the sound of thundering footsteps got closer to your door.

You saw Peter sit upright at the noise, prepared to do what little he could in this situation when two matching gunshots rang out before something thumped to the ground.

The door slammed open, denting the wall it hit, as Bucky and Steve barreled inside.

"Oh thank God." Steve sighed, rushing to your side. 

"We didn't think we'd make it in time," Bucky said, picking the lock on your chains.

"Nope, right in time." You grunted. "Enough with the locks. Barnes, give me your hand. Steve, get down there and get ready to catch."

"What?" The two froze.

"She's in labour!" Peter exclaimed, causing the two mob bosses to rush into action.

"Oh, I swear, I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!"

"Oh, I love them." You gushed, staring down at the bundles in your arms.

After delivering both twins, and them being declared healthy as can be, Steve, Bucky and what seemed like an army, delivered you all back to your home.

Wanda had been quick to squeeze the life out of you for scaring her before giving her goddaughters the same treatment. 

Wanda, and, Steve and Bucky's friends had all come and gone, leaving just the five of you together.

"How can anyone not?" Bucky whispered, running a gentle finger along one of the sleeping girl's cheeks.

"It's gonna be really hard to say no to either of them," Steve mentioned, watching the twins with the same sappy smile he'd been wearing for hours.

"You're gonna spoil them, aren't ya?" You smirked at the blonde.

"I plead the fifth." He said, causing you and Bucky to laugh quietly.

"You really scared us today, kitten," Bucky mentioned as the two of you sobered.

"We went a little crazy when we found out you were taken," Steve admitted.

"Peter thought you might burn down the city." You told the two.

"We were thinking about it," Bucky said, and you didn't think he was joking.

"I was scared too." You said, looking down at the babies. "Scared she'd take our babies and hurt them, scared she was gonna kill Peter and me, and honestly, I was scared I wouldn't get to see either of you ever again." 

You felt a finger hook under your chin and found yourself looking into Steve's eyes.

"You were scared you wouldn't see us again?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." You nodded, swallowing back the tears at the memories. "I should have said something sooner, but I was scared, but I'm not scared anymore. I love the two of you. I don't want to be co-parents with you, I want the three of us to be together and just be these kids' parents. 

I know it's dangerous, and I know I'm going to be worried about the two of you more often than not, but I think you're worth it. I think the three of us being together is worth it." You said, swallowing harshly once you had finished your impromptu speech.

"I can't believe you beat Steve to the speech." Bucky laughed. "Kitten, when we heard you were taken, we decided that once we got you back we were gonna ask you the same thing."

"Really?"

"Yes. And if you'll have us, we'd love to be in this with you 100%." Steve smiled. "As partners, lovers, the parents to the cutest girls ever born."

"Except for their mother." Bucky cut in.

"Except for their mother." Steve agreed. "What do you say?"

"How did I ever think this was supposed to be a one night thing?" You smiled at the two. "Yes. I want this. I want both of you. I want this family."

"And you'll have it."

"Along with anything else your heart could ever desire."

"It already has everything it could ever want."

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[feelingpure]

“I'm sure you don't want to come, considering what a fucking self-righteous bore you've turned into!”

When I catch Hawkins Fuller:

Further live reactions under the cut, because wuifdbivfyisvdtusdyif I need to yell about whatever tf else is gonna take place.

THEY GOT MY BOY DOING BLOW Y'ALL 😭 (ok it's the late 70s so yes everyone is doing coke, and he didn't do it like a novice, but I'm still blaming them idc). And the finger sucking... we'll come back to that at some point lmao. What is going awn?

Ok, now he's been fed pills on the dance floor. 😂 Anyway the soundtrack is banging, so now i'm like (booging to forget):

Not this being-jealous-of-craig thing pls.

Tim is... not looking like he's having a good time anymore. 😭

And something's happening with the rest on the dancefloor. I'm feeling very anxious.

Marcus and Frankie having a domestic at his work place. “I have news for you. You are a big chocolate gay man.” and his student is watching in the background. 👀 Ok Marcus, time to confront some things (I hope)! And then he said THAT, and then he did THAT. Omg, the way Frankie yeeted him 😭 everyone is in pain.

Skippy is very 💅 here. And I can't decide if I fully hate Craig or... he's v annoying but also lol?

The boyfriends are fighting! Aaaaahhh, GET HIM TIM!

Ok suddenly something very different is happening... also that Tim/Hawk kiss, yes! (it was a lil slutty, but that's all I've been wanting). OH I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS WTF IS HAPPENING OMG WFQOVBSDVBSFJKB!

Nvm... it's not happening, even though Hawk tried to force their heads together like a kid playing with 2 dolls. Cause look at his face peaking from between theirs hahah. 😂 Anyway... WHEN DID CRAIG TAKE HIS SHORTS OFF LMAOOO?! They just weren't there all of a sudden??!!

WAIT I'M ACTUALLY SCREAMING. IT'S ACTUALLY HAPPENING NOW (via some v questionable words from Hawk but).

👀👀👀 WAIT WHAT-- WHVBDLAD. So Hawk can get it up if Skippy is there. Alright. And Craig's dirty foot just hanging out right there as they kiss aaahhh lol. Ok, apparently I've hit the image limit haha, but there's a lot of limbs in places... and someone is calling me rn so I have to pause wtf. 😭😭😭

So I came back after I finished watching it and. Well well, that was a terrible time to pause ietbhfvebigadwn!!! Anyway, I'd keep blabbing on next to more caps if it'd let me.

But just... that whole episode was A LOT. The way things escalated, the way scenes turned upside down and then back again. The explosive husband arguments! The ending to that threesome was wild. The final 70s Tim/Hawk scene. OUCH.

Yes, Hawk's been hurt but. Hm, I have a lot of feelings, will probs have to be a separate post if I get the chance. There's too much to dissect. All in all; I am a Tim Laughlin warrior, and if you're yelling at him Hawk then I'm gonna have to yell at you.

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[cr1mson5returns]

Another fic idea I've been kind of tossing around...

I meant it when I said I really just stopped reading comics after the Red Robin solo series got cancelled.

Tim spends a little longer in Iraq than he thought he would, and honestly these assassins are getting on his last goddamn nerve.

Owens is 100% intent on annoying the shit out of Tim and makes it super obvious. The man is a few inches taller than him and makes it so well known by ruffling Tim's hair and calling him "Shortcake" and just guffawing every time Tim gives him a nasty look. Pru is standoffish at first (nursing a broken nose) but eventually starts matching Tim's energy in her own way. She throws a bag of snacks at him and threatens to gut him if he doesn't eat, smacks him when he glares at her.

But Z is probably the most annoying of them all because he's legitimately trying to parent Tim and you're not my fucking dad, God, leave me alone. Z of course is not taking orders from a literal teenager and just kind of sits in Tim's general vicinity until he wears the kid down and gets him to at least tolerate his presence, if not warm up to him. One night, after a particularly difficult nightmare, Tim wakes up in a cold sweat breathing hard and finds Z sitting in an armchair by the window, where it's easier to see him in the moonlight. He waits a minute before asking Tim if anything ever makes it better, and is that.....concern? Tim sniffs (he's not crying, thank you) and admits that nothing really helps, that he used to take something to help him sleep but he doesn't anymore. Z stands up to leave and gestures to the bedside table. "It's not prescription, but it helps me sometimes."

When the man walks out, Tim looks at the bedside table and sees a small gelcap pill next to a glass of water. Part of him whirs with all the different concoctions of poisons that could be in that pill, but a bigger part of him thinks "fuck it, whatever" and downs it with a few gulps of water.

Tim has the best sleep of his life and wakes up the next afternoon well-rested and a little less cranky. He doesn't say anything to anyone, and nobody questions why he slept so late, but Z does ask him if he'd like breakfast food or dinner food with a gentle smile.

When the Widower attacks, Tim comes to after passing out from the initial shock and thinks - "Fuck this, I did not come all this way just to bleed to death in the desert." It's painful to stagger around trying to apply pressure to wounds and tearing his cape into tourniquets, and even more so dragging limp and barely-alive bodies into the car, and by the time he gets back to Baghdad he's lost so much blood and doesn't have the strength to get anyone up to the executive suite at Wayne Tower. He feels a little less terrible about it when he realizes that the League of Assassins has arrived, and he puts his head back and closes his eyes. What a terrible fucking day.

It takes work to save their lives. It's not easy but the League employs some truly skilled medical personnel, and Ra's trusts them to at least make sure Tim survives. Z, Pru, and Owens are able to get up and try to make their way around after a bit, and they all find themselves congregating outside the room where Tim is recovering. It's quiet for a moment while they all just look at each other with that feeling that only comes when you're 98% certain you'll never see each other again. At last, Owens speaks up. "You think we'll get in trouble if we go in there?"

Tim is not kept in a medically induced coma, but he is on very regular doses of very strong sedatives and painkillers. He's mostly unconscious the entire time, save for surfacing a little bit about thirty minutes before the next dose is due. He can hear the three assassins in the room, talking around him, and he desperately wants to interject in the conversation (because they're plotting to restrict his caffeine intake and come on, guys, I saved your lives, let me have this one thing) but it comes out as jumbled nonsense. He's almost aware that he's being sedated, but he's on the good drugs so the thought slips away about as quickly as it appears.

The assassin team is pretty worried that Ra's might decide to abandon this whole pursuit and just kill Tim in spite of earlier plans. They've just made the decision to mutiny and fight their way out of the Cradle when they're asked to help with applying some restraints. The doctors are weaning Tim off the sedatives but definitely don't want to risk what happens when he wakes up a little more lucid than he is now. So the trio breathes a collective sigh of relief and does as they're told, and when Tim does finally wake up for real he looks down at the restraints, up at the trio, and croaks, "I'm not a psych patient."

Owens can't help himself. "Not yet!" He's earned the glare. (Gotta razz the kid a little, they all almost died out there.)

Somehow Tim gets the trio on board with his plans and when the League bases go down, they fight their way out through the Council of Spiders and go back to Gotham City as a group. Halfway there, Tim realizes - oh, shit, there's nowhere in the world that the trio can go where Ra's al Ghul won't have them hunted down and killed. He sits back in his seat on the plane with a sigh. There's so much responsibility happening right now.

When all's said and done and Bruce Wayne's legacy is intact, and Tim is a little less fucking edgy all the time, he quietly procures a house in a nice neighborhood and shows up at the safehouse where the trio are hiding out one day like, "Get up, we're moving in." And they all exchange looks but they follow him, because what else are they going to do? And the house is cute, not a mansion by any means but a fixed-up little historic home in a neighborhood mostly full of old folks and families. Tim's already put basics in there as far as furniture goes, tells the others he doesn't care what they put up on the walls "as long as you don't have any guns in sight, we're going to have people over sometimes, Jesus." But Z knows it's fond.

Other heroes are very....skittish about Tim's housemates. Kind of wondering why he trusts these people not to just kill him in his sleep. But Z does sort of corner Tim in the kitchen one day and tell him, "You don't have to do this, you know. Not everything that happens is your fault."

Tim shrugs, affecting carelessness. "I'm just helping." His hand shakes a little lifting his mug to his mouth for a sip.

#tim drake #red robin #league of assassins #batfamily #ra's al ghul #assassin trio

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 32 - 5 Month Mark to Forever |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: strong language, threats. MA.

Ghiaccio's POV

Ghiaccio assumed that he would just be picking you up and taking you to his place this Saturday, his hand gripping your bag as he stood by the door, his eyes on his capo, Risotto. "What is it?" His eyes darted over to you, a small smirk on your lips as you kept your eyes on Risotto. Something weird definitely was going on, considering how pleased you looked.

"Risotto has amazing news," you said, your voice smooth, almost giddy. "He was waiting to say it. It's just a quick something before we go." Your eyes suddenly landed on Melone, who was watching you carefully in his seat right by Risottos.

Melone wore a confused expression on his face, his thin eyebrows pulled into a low scowl as he studied your face, attempting to read you. "What's the news, boss?" He muttered to Risotto, keeping his eyes on your face.

Prosciutto and Formaggio sat next to Melone, Illuso, and Pesci being sat across. Everyone seemed to be here despite it being Saturday morning. Did Risotto call everyone here? Now Ghiaccio was starting to grow worried.

"I'll allow you to say it," Risotto muttered as he leaned back in his chair, red eyes scanning the room. "Go on and tell them. The decision is final regardless."

"Oh God, what is it?" Pesci questioned, panic filling his wide eyes. "Are you pregnant?"

Illuso let out a laugh, a wide grin appearing on his lips. "It ain't mine, so I'm good. I'm sure I'll be a good uncle and stepfather."

"She's not pregnant," snapped Prosciutto, giving Pesci and Illuso a glare. "She's on the pill."

You rolled your eyes, stepping forward, leaving Ghiaccio to stand by the front door all by himself. Goddamnit, he just wanted to take you to his home and celebrate these past five months with you. Sharing you with six other men was was fucking annoying. He'd rather just share you with Melone and Pesci only.

"So, who's going to start taking me on side missions with them?" You questioned, causing the room to fall silent. "Because I got approved. I can go with you all to beat people up. I will now be throwing the punches."

"You will be in the car and following behind," added in Risotto, raising his eyebrows at you. "Stop saying you're going to throw punches. I'll take the deal off the table and put you back on computers permanently."

"She did knock Formaggio out cold before," Illuso added in, his eyes scanning you up and down, a grin creeping on his lips. "I'll take you. You can join me when I go, and when Formaggio and I go, then so can you."

Ghiaccio blinked, sitting down your bag by the door, unable to process what was going on. From his understanding, you were their girlfriend, and despite the fact that you had a stand, you were going to stay working behind the scenes. Because you were their girlfriend. Girlfriend meaning that you needed to be fucking protected and away from the violence of their job. Goddamnit, why was Risotto suddenly allowing you to tag along? He didn't like this one bit. This would put you in danger.

Formaggio scoffed, "I let her knock me out. Fuck it, we'll start taking her with us. She can tag along and stand behind us." He shrugged, letting his eyes land on you. "You gotta listen to us."

"This is complete bullshit," spat out Prosciutto, his hands balling into fists. "She literally runs away when I punish her. She can't handle what we do."

"I only left because I can't punch you in your fucking face like I want," you replied calmly, a huff escaping Ghiaccio's lips as Prosciuttos head snapped towards you. "Next time I'm going to punch you." Goddammit, you just couldn't help yourself. Saying things like this to Prosciutto was a bad idea, and despite that you still mouthed off to him.

As Prosciutto went to stand, Risotto stopped him, his arm extending as he pushed Prosciutto back down onto the leather. "Both of you stop it," snapped Risotto, his voice growing dark. "You two need to fucking get along. No more fighting. We are supposed to be a fucking family. Act like it."

The authority in Risottos' voice caused you and Prosciutto to back down, the two of you looking away to stare at the ground. You and Prosciutto seemed destined to never get along, never being able to surpass a week without an argument breaking out. Ghiaccio felt bad, seeing you having to force a relationship that you didn't want. Did you even want him? He wasn't that much of a jack ass. He felt as if he treated you fairly well.

"She could get hurt," Melone muttered, eyes darkening as he stared at the ground. "Does she even know how to shoot a gun?"

"She can shoot a gun," Pesci blurted out, causing your mouth to slightly hang open, forming a perfect 'o' as you stared at him with disbelief. "Uh.. I mean. I think she can." He went to quickly get up, only to be stopped by Melone leaning forward, placing his hand on his leg. "I'm sorry, Y/N!" He covered his face with his hands, clearly hiding something.

Aside from Pesci, who was hiding his face, you had six pairs of eyes on you. Even Ghiaccio glared at you, wondering what in the fuck you could possibly be hiding. Well, you had a life before them, clearly you knew how to shoot a gun. Perhaps Luca taught you.

"Did you really think that Pesci put like, three bullets in that guy?" You spoke suddenly, causing a quick laugh to immediately escape Formaggios lips. "He always shoots twice, and he always shoots in the head."

How did you know how Pesci fucking shot people!? Ghiaccio shared no parts of his work life with you, despite you knowing and being active he didn't feel comfortable sharing his criminal activities with his girlfriend. He did not want to fucking scare you, he was so scared of you fearing him. All along it turns out, you really weren't scared of them. You weren't fucking scared of their crimes. In fact, it seemed like you wanted to be involved.

Why? He couldn't understand why you wanted to be involved, why you wanted to get your hands stained red just as theirs were. The men were fine with you working from home. All seven of the men were fine with providing for you and letting you presume any little hobby you had. Couldn't you learn how to bake or sew? For fucks sake, couldn't you take up fencing? Protesting would be pointless, it was clear the decision had already been made. Did Risotto want you to get killed? This was beyond fucked up.

"Are you going to punish her?" Prosciutto questioned, voice low as he turned towards Risotto. "She just admitted to killing someone without telling us. She probably forced Pesci into lying as well."

"I did not force him," you added in, "I begged." Illuso let out a sigh, shaking his head at you as he put his finger to his lips, indicating that maybe you needed to shut up. Melone and Prosciutto seemed very pissed off. They weren't keeping quiet about it like Ghiaccio was.

"The only reason I took her was because she shot two men dead in front of me. Her stand also stitched up my head that was busted open," Risotto spoke, his eyes on Prosciutto. "She can ride along with Illuso and Formaggio. She isn't riding along with you, so it isn't any of your concerns. My decision is final."

"Why?" Melone muttered. "Why are you doing this to us? I fucking love her Risotto! If she fucking dies out their then so help me God I will die too!" He snapped, causing you to snap your head towards him.

"Hey, stop being dramatic!" You snapped back at him, squinting your eyes at him. "If you do that, then I'll have to come back to life and die again."

Pesci suddenly raised his head, his eyes landing on you. A look of pure confusion was spread across his face as he stared at you. "What does that even mean!? You aren't making any sense!" He spoke in a panic, his words slightly jumbled. "I-I, goddammit! She didn't force me to lie! She just.. she.. she didn't get hurt! She knows how to kill!"

Ghiaccio wanted to speak up and side with Prosciutto, especially considering he wasn't on board with this. Today marks five months of you being on the team, and tonight, he planned on seeing if you wanted to take that final step. Aside from Melone giving him a few blowjobs and him pleasuring himself, he hadn't had sex in seven years. He was fucking nervous, and he wasn't going to fuck that up by siding with Prosciutto right in front of you.

"I'll be fine," you replied, brushing Pesci off with a simple shoulder shrug, causing him to just stare at you with a frantic look in his eyes. "You all should worry less. It's so annoying. How about you instead find a reason to be happy about this?" You just.. you weren't like anyone he's ever fucking met. You were.. something else, for fucks sake.

"Girl, you aren't helping your case," Formaggio snapped lightly at you, keeping his voice filled with an ounce of sweetness. "Illuso and I will train her and take good care of her."

Melone scoffed, his glare setting on Formaggio. "You and Illuso take terrible care of her. You'll get her killed!" Suddenly, his eyes set on you. "You'll come with Ghiaccio and I."

Before Ghiaccio could make a statement, you stepped forward. "I would much prefer Illuso and Formaggio."

"Are you fucking serious?" He questioned, his hands balling into tight fists. "Are you seriously going against me? I said you're teaming with Ghiaccio and I."

Pesci went to speak, but Illuso lightly smacked his arm, shaking his head. "Nah, Pesci, we can't get involved if these two fight," he heard Illuso whisper to Pesci. "We gotta stay the fuck out of this."

Ghiaccio silently agreed, stepping back slightly, keeping his eyes warily on Melone in case he did decide to hurt you. He wouldn't let you get hurt, but would Melone ever dare to hurt you? No, he was possessive and clingy, but in no way was he abusive towards you.

"I actually want to learn something. You'll hold me back. Illuso and Formaggio will actually train me," you replied, causing Melones jaw to instantly lock. Oh fuck, why in the hell did you fucking insult him like that? Ghiaccio wanted to put a muzzle over your goddamn mouth! "Look at the time, hm? Looks like I gotta go." You turned away, walking towards the front door.

"Melone isn't done speaking to you, girl," Prosciutto snapped, his glare resting on Risotto. "Can we please privately discuss this in your office?"

Risotto nodded once, "it won't change my decision." He stood up, giving you once last glance before he turned away, walking down the hallway. He had no footsteps. His steps were always so silent. Prosciutto followed, deciding to keep his eyes off of you, heavy footsteps stomping down the hall.

The sudden slam of Risottos office door caused Pesci to jump slightly, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. Despite the room being two less, the tension was still extremely thick, causing Ghiaccio to just want to grab you and leave.

"Nag nag nag," you muttered under your breath as you walked across the wooden floor, the door now inches away from your grasp.

Melone let out a low laugh, shaking his head. His laugh was unsettling, causing Ghiaccio to shift uncomfortably by the door. Goddamnit, why did he always act so fucking creepy? "That's fine.. it's fine to not listen to me. I'll see you Monday, I love you." The whites of his knuckles were showing, his teeth clinching together.

The look on your face was one of panic, only Ghiaccio being able to see your face. Ever so slightly, his head tilted to the side as he watched the panic leave your face as you turned around, you forcing your face to go blank. Hm.. did Melone scare you? He should watch the two of you more. "Well, I can go with you some days." Formaggio snorted, causing you to glare at him.

"What?" He questioned, a grin appearing on his lips. "Don't be spineless. Are you going to let Melone walk all over you? Looks like you are our little girl, hm?" The words were harmless child's play, just Formaggio joking around with you as he always does, but it was clear his words pissed you off.

"Fuck you and Melone," you snapped suddenly, Melone instantly standing up. "I am in control of myself!"

Melone walked towards you slowly, his hands unballing, fingers slightly tucked in as he made his way towards you. "What is your fucking problem today? You don't act like this. This isn't how you act." As he stepped over to you, he got in your face, leaning down to meet you eye length. "Did I do something to you? Do I deserve your disrespect?"

"Do I deserve to be treated like a child?" You questioned back, staring up at him. The stiffness in your body was straight as a board, your eyes hard but close to breaking. When it came to defending yourself against the men, you did a good job, but Ghiaccio's never seen you have to defend yourself against Melone. Usually, he was doing whatever he could to please you, not getting in your face and expressing his disappointment with you.

"I see how you wanna be," muttered Melone, shaking his head. "You hate me for wanting to protect you? Fine. I'll just give you space. Since you fucking hate me all of a sudden. I guess I'm not strong enough to train you. I guess I'm not man enough for you." Despite the calmness in his voice, he could sense a deep anger behind each of his words.

"Melone, it isn't like -" you began, only to be cut off by the sound of him walking out the door, slamming the door shut behind him. You let out a huff, turning your attention towards Formaggio. "I didn't really mean fuck you."

"Nah, you're gonna fuck me," Formaggio replied, your eyes squinting as you crossed your arms over your chest. "Wait. No, I'm gonna fuck you. You don't get to do the fucking around here little lady."

Illuso snickered, smacking Pescis thigh. "Hey Pesci, do you fuck Y/N or does Y/N fuck you? Does she ride you?"

"Leave him alone," you snapped, shaking your head as you turned your attention towards Illuso. "He doesn't want to talk about sex. Talk to him about boats, not sex!"

Formaggio scoffed, followed up by an eye roll from Illuso. Ghiaccio was ready to fucking go, having to sit back here in silence as he always does grows very annoying. The men have no respect for his relationship with you due to the fact that he hasn't slept with you yet. Aside from Melone and Pesci, the other men would ignore him or brush them off when it came to matters concerning you. All that was about to change tonight.

"You're in trouble," Illuso spoke, a grin appearing on his lips. "He's never gotten onto you like that before. Looks like you might be getting in trouble when you see Melone again."

Ghiaccio almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. Despite Melone being very angry with you, he loved you too much to ever lay his hands on you. The most prized possession in Melones life was you. He wouldn't dare lay an improper hand on you. He just rolled his eyes, leaning down to pick back up your bag off the ground.

"Let's go Y/N," Ghiaccio snapped, grabbing the doorknob, yanking the front door open. "What's done is done. It can be discussed on Monday! We're all off this weekend so let's be fucking off!" The fact that they're still standing here annoyed him, he was ready to have you to himself.

"Bye guys," you muttered, walking out the front door, Ghiaccio following behind you. The nervousness he felt over tonight as well as the entirety of this weekend engulfed him, silence falling over him as he opened his passenger seat for you, guiding you into his car.

Fuck.. he hoped that he could please you. That he could make you cum and possibly lay on his chest afterwards so he could caress your cheek as you fell asleep in his arms. All he wanted was for you to like him suddenly, and he couldn't believe that. He couldn't believe that he was finding himself falling in love again. Goddamnit, this was so fucking terrifying. He waa really starting to want this to work so badly.

#tw threats #tw dark content #tw dirty talk #tw everything #ravenzeppeli #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #la squadra #tw strong language #tw adult themes #tw language #la squadra claimed #tw mature #claimed la squadra #ravenzeppeli claimed #tw sex talk #tw sex mention

[ghostssweetgirl]

crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader slow burn/enemies to lovers

description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part.

warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity

disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.

chapters: next [alone] last

A/N - short chapter, sorry! I know you guys might be mad at me for the last chapter! It'll be alright 😋

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It's been a long week. No one has visited you lately, either. The nurses have been busy, so they've been behind on your pain medicine schedule. This is definitely the worst pain you've felt, so much that you come to tears every day over it. Of course, on top of that, Simon "breaking it off" helped your tears flow heavier. Seriously? All of that. You just had sex, and he's done? You really couldn't believe it. You played with the necklace he gave you all the time thinking of him. 

Finally, some knocks fall upon the door. The nurse walks in, "Hey, sweetie. Got your meds, and you have some visitors. Aww, sweetie." She notices your tears. "It'll be alright."

"Yeah, right," you scoff, taking the pill with the cup of water she handed you.

"You have some visitors today!" she smiles. "Shall I welcome them in?"

"I guess... Wait, who is it?"

"Two guys, I'm assuming from your force?" 

"I guess..." you lean back, still playing with the necklace. 

"I'll leave you guys be..." she walks out, leaving the door open for them to come in. In walks Soap and Gaz, both sighing when they see you.

Soap walks up, kneeling down beside your bed, noticing your teary eyes. "What's wrong, lass?"

You shrug, a ball of fire catching in your throat as you try to hold back the tears. You manage to choke out, "Every fucking thing."

He frowns and grabs your shaking hand from the necklace, "Hey... 'S alright, y/n. Yer tough, y'know."

"Yeah, right," you snorted. "Haven't proved myself one fucking bit. You guys probably think I'm shit at this job. Maybe I shouldn't have transferred here."

"Tha' sin bullshit," he laughed. 

"Hey, we're proud of you, y/n," Gaz chimed in. 

"Thanks, I guess," you sniffled, wiping your tears.

Soap sat up, patted your shoulders and sucked in a breath. "L.T. may act like he doesn't care, but deep down he does, lass..."

"Oh, yeah, right... He already let me know how it is, it's alright," you shrugged, bursting into tears again.

Soap and Gaz look at each other confused, but don't add to the pain. They don't want to push you any further. 

"We hope you feel better, Diamond," Gaz smiles at you. "We'll leave you alone for now, we'll be visiting between missions. Sorry it took so long to visit you."

"No worries, guys," you smiled weakly. "Do better than me."

--

For two more weeks, you're alone, still. Besides quick visits with Soap, Gaz and rare visits from the captain, you're stuck in the hell you call your mind, alone. 

The nurses tell you that you'll be transferred to on-base medics soon, but they said that last week, and the week before. Honestly, you didn't care right now. As long as you were away from him. 

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Hold me Without Hurting Me

Chapter 13: Tulips and Tough luck

A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.

Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups

Warnings: angst-fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to fake dating to enemies to lovers, Mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, nothing much but it's a bumpy story.

Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)

A/N: I am very sorry for the long wait, and I know this chapter is really short BUT WE ARE ARE ALMOST AT THE END YAY two more chapters to go and then we will be done. So just a little longer until I finish the next chapters and we'll be done!

SERIES MASTERLIST

You had always regarded regret as a shallow emotion. What even was it and why would you ever feel it? Regret, in your opinion, was an emotion made up by humans who hadn't done their sowing and were now looking for their bread. You had felt regret only two times in your entire life. The first, when you couldn't raise your tongue up to tell Jay what he needed to hear and the other, when you stared at Jay's naked chest and his peaceful sleeping face as you scanned your room with cautious eyes. The room felt hazier than it usually did and the bed averted more comfort than it usually did.

You had just fucked the man who you swore not even to talk to. And for some reason, regret wasn't coming easy to you.

The rising and falling of his chest like mountain valleys attracted you, drawing you in like a magnet to iron. You checked the alarm. 10 o'clock. And you were late for whatever was scheduled today.

The slight movement of Jay's body made you flinch as you heard a groan escape from his lips. His eyes opened slowly and his nose twitched, like a cat awakening from its slumber.

"Good morning." He said, yawning and pulling the covers closer to him, "How did we get like this?" He chuckled at the end of his question to which you smiled, at how eased he was.

"Let me guess." You ran your fingers through your hair, "I got drunk and horny, you got horny, and somehow this room had magical powers to make us fuck each other."

"You're on the pill right?" Jay asked uneasily, letting the covers fall a bit down. "Of course I am Jongsoeng." You rolled your eyes, "You think I'll let you fuck me raw that easily?"

"You did, once." Jay mumbled, avoiding your eyes, "You still smell the same." You could feel the remorse in the tone he used, whispering into nothingness, refusing to look at your face.

You still smelled the same.

A rather depressing complement, but a complement nonetheless.

"Would you like to shower first?" Jay asked hesitantly, turning to look at you in the eyes. "Oh yeah thanks." You said, meekly pulling on your blanket, "there's a shower downstairs too, if you wanna go first cause I gotta..... You know."

Dressing in front of Jay seemed like a very good option. Showering with him? Even better. But unfortunately the human mind does not like to say it's true feelings out loud, lest it's heart take full control, so you watched sadly as Jay quietly left the room with nothing but his pants on, getting up to go to the bathroom yourself before noticing the hickeys on your collarbone.

'Great' you thought 'so this isn't a very amazing nightmare.'

"Jay?"

"Hmm?"

"Did- did you mean everything you said last night?"

Jay's concentrated eyes faltered at that. You could see his body slightly shudder and his fingers start to fiddle with the button of his coat as he adjusted his outfit, from your position at the couch.

"If I said I did, how would you react?"

His question made you stop in your tracks. You tried to distract yourself with anything in the room, in order to calm yourself down.

Tarragon, Zinnia, Tulip. Every flower in the room was distracting you.

"Y/N, answer me." Jay knelt down to your level, his face mere inches from yours.

His eyes seemed soft, genuine, bringing back a kindred memory for you, which you had hoped to stash away.

"I- Jay, did you truly mean it?" Your tears were on the verge of escaping, "Tell me you feel for me like I do for you." A but dramatic in your part, but what is romance without drama?,

"Tell me-" you would have asked him a question that had been stuck in your throat for a time un-ideally desired, "Tell me you regret everything that had happened fifteen years ago."

The sweet scent of the tulips in the room distracted Jay, telling him to keep his secrets inside. Someone else can tell her, why should I?, ran a mile through his mind. Tulips. The sweet sunlight in a smile. And Jay couldn't help but agree that it would be the perfect flower to describe you, other than yarrow of course.

"I- I want to." Jay whispered, his lips barely ghosting yours, his breath hitting your skin like a perfume. "Jay I-"

The feel of his lips on yours felt genuine this time, like a rose decorating a garden or a marigold completing every bouquet perfectly. His lips felt like first snow, like the first scent of a book, like a drunken kiss on New Year's night with a boy you knee you shouldn't.

"We can't." Jay pulled away, stroking your tear stained cheek with his soft hand, "I know, my yarrow, but we can't do this."

He stood up, and adjusted his collar, before swinging out the door.

"Let me go, one last time Y/N."

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[whatsnewalycat]

Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 23: Perfect Wife

Word Count: 3.5k+

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Tags / CW: swearing, cheating/infidelity, domestic abuse, pregnancy, dry heaving & gagging, restraints (rope) but like not in a sexy way, blood, injuries, idk just a lot of gross things, dissociation, birth control sabotage, kidnapping, the yellow wallpaper by charlotte perkins gilman, mice, I promise everything will be ok, ok??

Chapter Summary: We check in with our hero to see how she's doing in captivity.

Notes: Chapter title from "Perfect Wife" by Amigo the Devil. Y'all this song though... please listen. It guts me. Which reminds me, this chapter is very violence heavy, just a heads up. Another thing: next weekend I'll be out of town Fri-Sun and yadda yadda the next chapter will be out on 10/10. If I'm able to get caught up on homework before leaving, I'll post it this Thursday, but I am a procrastinator so looool we'll see. OK THANKS LETS GO TEAM!

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???, Laredo, TX July 30, 1998

When Dan opens the trunk and releases the hot, dead air that’s been percolating with you for two hours, it’s probably the most excited you’ve ever been to see him. Your pupils are so offended by the bright blue sky that your eyelids slam shut in protest as you wince. Before you can crack them open again to see where the fuck you are, he’s blindfolding you.

“Really?” is all you can say when he yanks you out of the trunk by the bend of your arm. You hiss and your knees give out as he tries to so get you to stand on your own accord. Gravel digs into your legs when you crumble into a pile on the ground.

“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters through gritted teeth. His hands tuck under your armpits and he pulls you up to your feet, but you go all limp noodle like a marionette. He growls now, clenching his jaw down harder, “Stand the fuck up, bitch.”

Finally you gain your footing and your knees lock in place. The darkness you’re enclosed in does not alleviate the way your brain is swirling around inside your skull. Last time you felt this dizzy, you drank about 3 too-many mixed drinks then tried to smoke a bowl. Medically speaking, you think it’s called “the spins.”

He pulls you along behind him, white-knuckling your arm as you stumble over bushes, rocks, and your own feet. You fight the urge to spew. It reminds you of when the Bakers guilt-tripped you onto going on some Alaskan cruise liner for 6 days and 5 nights, even though they know you’re prone to debilitating motion sickness. You spent the vacation locked inside the cabin and had to choose between “the spins” or that syrupy manufactured pill high from Dramamine.

The sloshy memory pulls out all the stops and you dig your heels into the dirt so you can dry-heave your empty stomach. He stops when you do, scoffing when he looks back to see what the holdup is. Once he realizes you’re puking a whole lotta nothing, he continues marching you forward towards… wherever. A house? Your death? Hell? A 6-day, 5-night all-inclusive* cruise to mother fucking Alaska (*does not include Dramamine) (*aka Hell)?

He finally takes your blindfold off after you trip through a doorway and fall to your hands and knees onto a dusty hardwood floor. You blink your eyes into focus. The place has to be at least one hundred fucking years old. There’s no furniture. You’re in an empty foyer with dingy floral wallpaper. A floorboard creaks behind you and he drops something onto the ground. All you can see is this tattered yellow wallpaper.

Did it come yellow, or is it stained yellow?

There are jangles and zips from right behind your head as he digs through (what you’re assuming is) a backpack. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, then gag when you recognize the very distinct smell of mouse piss and mothballs. It reminds you of this dumpy apartment your mom used to have.

You would spend hours tiptoeing around the living room as she slept on the couch: a snoring, disheveled blanket pile. It was the worst was when you were hungry. Breakfast time would pass, then lunch time, but you would never wake her up, because if you woke her up, she might get mad. You could have made food for yourself, but there were mice skittering around in the cupboards and you were scared to open them. That musty, woody, ammonia smell. The sound of tiny rodent claws navigating the kitchen cupboards. Your growling stomach. The nausea.

You dry heave again.

Once Dan finds what he’s looking for, he pulls it out, humming with satisfaction. His knees pop when he stands up, then pop again when he squats down to make his eyes level with yours.

Ocean blue eyes. You search each others faces, trying to find a trace of the person you thought you knew.

Nothing. They look flat.

Who are you?

He must decide the same thing, because his vacant eyes drop to the bundle of nylon rope he’s holding, and he instructs you, “Press your wrists together.”

You follow the directions. His slender fingers work away, wrapping the rope around your wrists, then ankles, then he starts on your arms. Squeezing the cord tight like a boa constrictor preparing you for consumption.

Your heart hammers inside your chest. You're bound so tight, you have to take shallow, metered breathes.

Breaking his silence, he fumes, “That’s a nice lil video you gave me, babe. It’ll be popular on the web. Shoulda installed them earlier. Coulda got a whole series, since you’n Javi obviously have no problem fucking in my house,” he yanks extra hard, digging the cord flush against your humerus, then grits his teeth as he spits, “How long, huh? How long you been fucking him?”

You say nothing, just stare over his shoulder at the wallpaper. There are no correct answers. He pushes his nose against your cheek and rasps, “Answer me, bitch, or I swear I will god I will wrap this rope around your fuckin’ throat-“

“June,” you whisper. You immediately regret telling him the truth.

He draws back and pauses. The silence and stillness with which he absorbs this information brings an electric panic to the surface of your skin. Your heartbeat is now in your throat, and you're afraid to inhale.

“June,” Dan nods once and purses his lips, glances at the ground and shakes his head. When he looks back up, he stares at your eyes but you don’t return the favor, “I should fucking kill both of you.”

You flinch and swallow hard.

With added vigor, he finishes the knot he had been working on, then stands up and walks away. A screen door slams behind you.

He leaves you there for… a while. How long? Who fucking knows.

Long enough for you to start trying to wriggle your way out of the binding. Long enough for the abrasive fibers to ignite a white hot, festering burn in the places it rubs against your flesh. Long enough for the burning to start pulling sharper, cutting, wet feelings from the burns. Long enough to lose feeling in your hands and legs completely.

When you finally look down at your hands, you gasp. Your purpled fingertips in contrast to the red, broken skin of your wrists makes your stomach churn.

Trying to distract yourself from the foreign grotesqueness of your own body, you inhale as deep as you can, then look up at the wallpaper. This dingy, torn up yellow wallpaper, adorned with delicate floral bouquets, repeated dozens of times, all across your field of vision.

Squeak-bang

You jump out of your trance and blink. The golden sun setting into the windows behind you are casting long shadows onto the wall. Your shadow is a lumpy heap, vibrating with terror. Dan's is a towering threat.

The floor whines as he starts forward and his shadow grows smaller and smaller until his presence isn’t a shadow anymore. He crouches down in front of you, doused in golden light. Splatters and streaks on his clothing. Deep, rust red and viscous. In his blonde hair. Smeared on his skin. Blood. So opaque it seems to absorb the sunlight.

Your heart stops and your stomach drops like a rock as you exhale the words, “What did you do?”

He smiles. You want to rip it off his fucking face. A fucking smile.

“What the fuck did you do? Is that blood?” you repeat, louder now. Your face betrays you, crumbling to pieces. A rabid, aching panic started to inflate inside your chest. Inside your limbs.

Could I feel my hands before? No. What about my tongue?

Your eyes betray you next, filling with hot tears. The expanding balloon of terror in your skin wills you into a frenzy as you buck against the rope that's rendering you immobile. You’re frantic, losing control, “What did you do? Is it Javi? What the fuck did you do? You can’t- no no no no -“

Nothing that was making you hurt matters anymore. Not the bloodied abrasions the nylon rope is sinking into, not the bruises on your legs, not the deep pit of hunger. It’s all eclipsed by this new, more desperate kind of hurt.

He cracks a sympathetic smile, “Oh, babe, don’t tell me-“ a giggle escapes his throat as he looks down at the floor, then back up at you. The corners of his mouth turn down in a sarcastic frown, “Don’t tell me you have feelings for him?” His fingers, sticky with blood, brush your sweaty hair from your face, and he coos in a condescending tone, “Did you love him?”

Your eyes snap to his. He can see the answer on your face, but he wants to hear you say it. The demon is lurking in his eyes again. Dead and soulless as he clamps your face in a bruising grasp, growling, “Did you love him?”

“Are you just going to pretend you don’t feel this? That you don’t want this like I do?” Javier told you on the walking trail when you tried to end it at the beginning.

Your whole body trembles as you nod, holding eye contact as tears blur your vision.

“Well that was pretty fucking stupid, wasn’t it?”

Dancing to Amor Prohibido at the bar with Gina as your audience, lighting your skin on fire as Javier guided you by the waist. A serenade only you could hear. Singing along to old country music on the radio while he tried not to burn pancakes on the best morning you’ve ever had. You felt at home for the first time. Kiss on karaoke when your love for him radiated into your bones. Dancing in your kitchen to Etta James, letting the melody slip from your lips as you sang along quietly, “ And my heart cried, ohhh- ohhhh- ohh, I love you so… ”

A noise like a gas leak, high-pitched and quiet, sounds from your deflating chest. It crescendos into a wail that sounds so foreign, so robust in its anguish, you don’t even recognize the sound as your own. Once it clears from your lungs, your chest heaves into a series of small sobs.

“No,” your voice wavers and Dan’s features harden into a warning, but you continue despite his tightening grasp on your face, “It’s not stupid, Dan,” you croak, shaking your head through your tears, “I am in love with him, an-and it’s so fucking worth it . You could never fucking understand.”

He releases your face and stands up, walking behind you. His hands wrap around your ankles and he yanks your legs out from under you. Your chin claps against the floor. An attempt to cry out comes out in a wispy croak. The foyer gets smaller as he pulls you down a hallway, opens a door, and deposits you into a closet. He slams the door shut, entrenching you in black.

Your shaky breaths echo back into your ears and you try to forget the sound as it happens. The purpled hands, the blood seeping onto the white nylon rope. Blood. The blood covering Dan. Whose blood?

A loud thud surrounds you in the darkness. And another. He drives his fist against the door over and over and seethes, “You’re really fucking testing me, babe. I don’t want to have to gut you, too. Don’t make me fucking gut you.”

I don’t want to have to gut you, too.

He doesn’t mean that. He can’t mean that. There’s no fucking way.

The blood. The fury. He was gone for so long. You imagine a thick, dark, scarlet pool growing. Blank, lifeless brown eyes. Not lifeless in the same way that Dan’s are. Lifeless as in gone.

You think about how Javier said, “I love you. I swear on my mother’s grave I will not disappear.”

Telling you he loved you in the park. Making out in the photo booth. Hand resting on your bare leg, fingers drawing sweet nothings onto your skin. Playing with your hair. Kissing your knotted wrist that was once a gaping wound.

A gaping wound. The blood on the white nylon rope. Spilling out your wrists as your father screams at you. Splattered across Dan’s clothing and hair. Deep, rust red and viscous. A pool expanding under Javier’s lifeless form.

You tip over onto your side and try to curl up in a ball, but the adrenaline pumping through you won’t let you sit still, so you writhe around miserably, voice hoarse as sobs rip from your throat.

You’ve memorized the way his lips feel against yours. Mustache tickling you. Velvet tongue. Tasting like cigarettes. Popular opinion dictates you should find the flavor appalling, but you would live in his mouth if you could. The slope of his nose. Dimpled smile. Puppy dog eyes. The potpourri of smells so uniquely him, you recognized it after five years of his absence.

All the memories that made your heart swell with happiness and love are tainted. You don’t have a home. It was ridiculous for you to ever think that you could. Gutted.

I don’t want to have to gut you, too.

The sorrow festering at the site of your emotional wound comes bursting open, and you ignore the ripping feeling in your throat as you scream out loud to the husk of a man outside the door, “I fucking hate you. I hate you, Dan. I will never fucking forgive you.”

Silence.

You always suspected this would end in some disaster. That Javier would leave, fall out of love, break your heart. It was too good. But this? This isn’t right. He can’t be-

You gag as the word passes through your mind. Then you shove it out, refusing it’s company. It’s not real. None of this is real.

Instead of grounding, being present in this moment, you hand yourself over to the comforting embrace of dissociation. Floating out of your body, settling outside yourself on a cloud made of static. Blank brain. On standby, staring into the darkness as the tears run dry. Staring for so long you forget your eyes are open, until you blink.

I wonder how many spiders are in this closet with me.

—

You don’t know how much time has passed when the doorknob rattles and the hinges groan. Air 20 degrees cooler than the stifling hot box closet rushes against your skin. A floorboard creaks and there’s a woosh as he crouches down. Blackness entrenches you. Finger pads on your shoulder.

Your skin crawls and you swallow a lump in your throat. The touch slides from your shoulder, up to your head. Mitts for hands dig into your hair. You whine when he closes his hand into a fist. He’s anchored.

His voice cuts through the silence, just a whisper, “Do you love him?”

“Even when I knew you before. I know it sounds like bullshit, but I swear to god… after I met you, almost every night while falling asleep, I would think of the beautiful woman I met in San Antonio who- who watched movies with me and made me smile and…”

“Yes,” you breathe.

He lifts your head and thrusts it against the dusty hard wood floor with a crack. Pain shoots through your face and you yelp. White fills your vision on impact.

“You fucking idiot. He would have left you. You know that, right? Guy like him?” he scoffs, “Bitches like you are a dime a dozen to him.”

You say nothing even though you want to scream that he’s wrong. He’s so fucking wrong. Crickets chirp in the distance.

“God, babe, you used a rubber at least, right?” his fingers tighten their hold. He waits for an answer. When you don’t give it to him, he growls, “Answer me.”

“She held my hand in one of the darkest times of my life. I would think about how being with her felt… like that’s how it’s supposed to be. I felt I could talk to her about anything. How the sex was fucking incredible, as if we were made for each other.”

“No,” your voice is monotone. You’re barely here. Who gives a shit. Do it.

He makes a guttural blegh, then sneers, “Who knows what kind of fucking diseases you’re riddled with,” he sighs, then softens his tone, “I was hoping we could have some fun, but… I don’t want to catch anything. Bad enough I let you suck me off a few weeks ago.”

The words “let you” ricochet around your brain, looking for you to react, but you’re still just barely here.

His mouth next to your ear now, asking quietly, “Does he know about that? That you sucked my cock? Hmm?”

You don’t answer him, so he slams your face against the floor again. A guttural moan lets itself out your throat without your permission. Tears prick your eyes and you squeak, “Yes.”

“He knows you took my dick down your throat like a fucking whore, and you think he still respects you? You think he loves you like I do?” he snorts, “If he cared about you like I do, I would be dead right now, not him.”

“I would think about how badly I fucked up by letting her go.”

You don’t say anything, because you don’t have words. You’re crying because that’s your nervous system’s response to the pain. You’re on a different planet. This isn’t real. The tears you can’t wipe away stream off your face and pool on the floor.

After his comment is met with more silence, he sucks his teeth and murmurs, “That does being up another concern, though,” louder now, and with disdain, he admits, “See, I was under the impression that my fiancé would be fucking faithful to me. And I knew that you wanted to try for kids as soon as we got married.”

No. No fucking way.

“You know, it can take months for birth control to get out of your system,” he sighs, and the exhale tickles across your shoulders, “I knew you would be resistant to the idea of cutting out birth control right now, but it wouldn’t matter if you got pregnant, because we were going to have kids anyway. Turns out, I was wrong. Which puts us in a bit of a pickle now, doesn’t it? Since you’ve been taking sugar pills for 5 months-“

“What the fuck,” you whimper, “What the fuck, why?”

“I told you why,” he chuckles, then clears his throat and continues, “Anyway, any chance you have a little baby Peña growing inside you?”

All the air is sucked from your lungs. Your nostrils flare. The fury breaks through your resolve. You wait a beat before lying through gritted teeth, “No, you fucking psycho, I am not pregnant.”

He lifts your head and cracks it on the wooden floor again. You stifle a sob as the pain ripples across your face. A warm, wet feeling starts to spread across your cheek. Not tears this time. He growls, “I don’t appreciate you talking to me like that.”

Your throat trills and your body goes rigid as he lifts you by your hair again. This time, though, he stuffs a gag in your mouth and ties it in place, then releases his grip. You exhale a shaky breath of relief when he stands up and dusts his hands off on his pants.

The door groans as he closes it again. You listen to see where he is, but his footfalls are silent. Just the occasional creak from somewhere in the old house. A reminder that he’s there.

You remember, when Claudia was pregnant with Michael, each week she would call you with this big, thick pregnancy owner’s manual and tell you all about what was going on in her body and how big he was. Once she called and told you he was the size of a banana right as you were peeling a banana. You had to throw it away.

You wonder if the baby is really the size of a little jellybean like you picture in your head.

“We named our daughter Rosemary after my mom.”

Your chest aches as you think about how it shouldn’t be like it is. Right now you should be nestled into Javier, only worried about breaking the news to him. He would probably freak the fuck out at first. Smoke like a chimney, go quiet and stoic. He would come around, though. Once the news settled, he’d find one of those baby books. He would tell you every week on the morning of, how big she is.

“I like the name Rosemary.”

“I do, too.”

Instead, you’re lying in a cramped closet in the middle of fucking nowhere, wondering if Javier is alive. Wondering if you will be alive this time tomorrow.

Will you ever see him waiting for you at the end of a wedding aisle? Wearing a black suit, smiling that wide award-winning smile, dimples and all, as he sees you in a carefully curated white dress. When will be the next time you wake up next to him, tangled in each other, still groggy from sleep, cherishing the moments until you have to roll out of bed? Is it even possible?

Will I ever see him again?

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60 Alkaline Trio Lyrics Writing Prompts

What do I do with these? Write something inspired by one of them! Get your followers to send you a prompt for you to write for!

Themes: love, death, substance abuse, suicide, violence

Kiss You to Death

1. I don't care if we fuck or we talk or we cry

Every Thug Needs a Lady

2. Right now you're all that I recognise

Over and Out

3. Please tell my wife I loved her more than life itself

This Could Be Love

4. I've got some mad ideas involving you and me

Cringe

5. You were the last good thing I ever saw

Pocket Knife

6. I've been waiting here so long // For someone just like me

Clavicle

7. I want to wake up naked next to you // Kissing the curve of your clavicle

Mr Chainsaw

8. Found out recently that you were leaving // For good I hope, I softly tell my ceiling

You're Dead

9. But I now have nothing but your heartbeat in my head

Enjoy Your Day

10. I hope he bought you roses

Steamer Trunk

11. I love you so I told you, but it didn't matter much

Dead on the Floor

12. We felt so good together // It was way too good to be

Continental

13. Ran out of time, no kiss goodbye

One Last Dance

14. Beyond repair, the damage that I did

Kick Rocks

15. You had nowhere to go, so you came right back here

Sorry About That

16. Maybe I just set aside the fact that you were broken-hearted

Midnight Blue

17. I had nobody but you

This is Getting Over You

18. Today I woke up younger than I've been in years

Bleeder

19. My heart bleeds for what you never did

Calling All Skeletons

20. I've come to love your disappearing act // Do one more pretty please

Blue in the Face

21. I don't dream since I quit sleeping // And I haven't slept since I met you

Radio

22. I've got a big fat fucking bone to pick with you, my darling

Dethbed

23. They tried everything and everyone but you

One Hundred Stories

24. I'm dying just to feel you breathe

My Friend Peter

25. I don't care who you've been sleeping with these days

Sweet Vampires

26. This love-hate is making me cry

I Lied My Face Off

27. It's never fine when you go away

Love Love, Kiss Kiss

28. Do you curse the happy couple?

Crawl

29. Never had a drink that I didn't like // Got a taste of you, threw up all night

Cooking Wine

30. Sorry I'm late, I was out spoiling my liver

Off the Map

31. I'm like a junkie for your smart mouth

San Francisco

32. And I was drinking you goodbye

Fine

33. It's ironic that I drink to make my insides stop hurting

I'm Dying Tomorrow

34. Take lots of pills, commit irreversible sins

Back to Hell

35. Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down

This Addiction

36. I once tried to kick this addiction // I swear I'll never kick again

Trouble Breathing

37. You said tonight is a wonderful night to die

While You're Waiting

38. I'm not crying wolf, you whisper // I'm really dead this time

Sadie

39. Play dead dear, it's your only hope of pulling through

Only Love

40. You're dying when you start thinking like that

Do You Wanna Know?

41. My spine is slipping like a fault line // If I go I'll bury us all

Eating Me Alive

42. The end of me was so beautiful

Queen of Pain

43. I've never seen scars like yours

Burn

44. Everyone learns faster on fire

Trucks and Trains

45. Some hit so hard you barely feel a thing

Is This Thing Cursed?

46. My haunted head aches so much worse

Your Neck

47. We'll do our very best to keep our appetites in check

Emma

48. Note on the bed stand signed in blood: Sincerely, never coming back

I Was A Prayer

49. To a hopeless cause I sold my soul

Hell Yes

50. You watched all my dreams come apart at the seams

Take Lots With Alcohol

51. I have no desire to see through my own eyes any more

Trouble Breathing

52. Cause things they never work out right

Help Me

53. You left all the lights burning but nobody's home

Prevent This Tragedy

54. I'm begging you, stop praying for me

If You Had a Bad Time

55. If you're up to your ears in blood sweat and wasted years // I'm hoping you're going to open your throat and just scream

Balanced on a Shelf

56. A somewhat inviting very different kind of hell // To live without ever looking at yourself

Settle For Satin

57. You'll never dream again, but you can pray

Every Thug Needs a Lady

58. I needed to hear something that sounded like an answer

If We Never Go Inside

59. A train appeared in town one night // For some of us it saved our lives

Song For Julie

60. I was wrong when I said things never turn out right

#music #alkaline trio #lyrics #prompts #writing

[richardsphere]

Leverage Redemption Log: The Work Study Job

Ultraviolet catastrophe is indeed a great bandname.

Girl walks in, "how could you"... im putting money on plagiarism? (its the only crime i can think of a student could figure out. Sure he could be working on a quantumphysics/nucear radiation based weapon for the military, but a student wouldnt know) Pressed continue, im right. Stage fright/anxiety. As someone who has never been diagnosed with anxiety but has some pretty anxiety-esque tendencies... this will be a hard episode for me. --- Skipping over the "client meeting" bit, cause nothing much happened there (besides the obvious) Back at the theatre Breanna has the powerpoint. Turns out, not only is he a fraud he's also a climate-change denialist (not because he doesnt believe in it, lobbyists just pay him).

Turns out Harry used to go to this school (he also used to do "little yellow pills")

Harry and Breanna are ideologically seperated? (i dont think they are, Harry isnt saying "the system works", for godssake he's on team leverage AKA team fuck the system) but we're gonna be force-fed some BS here. But Breanna is being really harsh here. Like all Harry is saying is "I have connections here, and I have built up enough credit with 'donations' that these doors are open to us".

Harry: Look guys, The slow option exists and any crime involved in getting her her research back could permanently destroy the girls legitimately and ultimately cost her the very future we're trying to get her back. If we steal it from him and she gets her stuff back, he'll just claim she stole it from him. Sad Parker: But I love crime! Harry: Ok you can do a little crime, as a treat.

Sophie is calling the shot: We'll at least give the official route a chance. (She does not seem to be under any illusions it'll work but have to get started somewhere) --- I agree with Sophie, "ultimate frisbee" is a dumb name for a sport.

Dean Alreadyforgothisname drops a tech billionaire, which feels like either someone we'll return to later in the episode or a future mark.

Elliot is stealing the camerafeed for Breanna, But gets spotted by someone who redirects him elsewhere to fix whatever needs fixing. Parker complains that college campusses, campussi? Campi? are too easy. The one way to prevent Elliot from kicking your ass: Be someone he genuinely likes and/or pities. (he's gonna be evil isnt he? Obligatory third act twist) Harry cant distract this guy too long, They find the stuff (its behind the whiteboard) but while Parker manages to hide Breanna is found --- Breanna, when a mark says "oh you're the janitor" your response is "yes let me just take the trash out", confirm their suspicions and biases. But now that you've failed the slam dunk exit time to flatter his glasses and ego, (and bait him with a new, promising student he can plagiarise next) He tries to bait her with an impossible question, but she sees through it and exposits that she actually knows what she's talking about. But breanna has made herself an opening next monday --- So he's looking to "sell" (techcically lease) the patent to this clean fusion research to an oil company.

Mr "genius" doesnt seem to understand what "installed backwards"means.

Breanna stalls and redirects the oilguy, Floyd is about to interfere with Elliot. Harry is going to request the hearing,

Floyd is suprisingly happy with Elliot. Are we shock-therapying the Oilcorpo?

Oh Floyd has friends (presumably the actual backbone staff of the institution, secretaries, accountants etc.) --- Ok so its a secret Illuminati order of janitorial staff. I've seen this joke before but also, dont mess with the janitors man. They know where the bodies are hidden as well as where to hide yours.

As far as taking Gray down, Elliot just won the fucking lottery.

Meanwhile Harry gets what amounts to an out-and-open admission of corruption from the Dean. (Rule number 1: Never admit to your crimes where Leverage is near. They have recorders in their ears. The Dean's job priviliges are hereby revoked.)

"we need all the crime". Simple line but it works. 8.6/10 --- New plan: Convince Gray that the girl stole the research from a third party and its way more valuable then he thinks.

Breanna tells Emma to help Sophie

Sophie on a greenscreen doing a Ted Talk, Elliot plants a book with Sophies thesis in the library.

Gray just entered the suplycloset/Sophies Lair. Sophie, you could've waited 1 minute, given him the time to steal stuff on camera and strengthen your futures.

--- Time to feign Tech Billionaire Status (that guy from earlier is getting dropped again) HARDISON IS PLAYING THE SPACEBILLIONAIRE! I am loving this. They really realised exactly how much leniancy a greenscreen gave them to work around this guys schedule. the legit look of glee on Sophie's face when she realises Hardison is joining this con. She (character) doesnt even need to fake it. (i dont want to presume on the feelings of the actor)

Hardison, you ducked up your coverstory in the first line. A tech billionaire admitting that their people did the work not themselves? God if only we lived in a world where that really happened. (i mean an ideal world obviously wouldnt have billionaires in the first place but one step at a time)

Gray has taken the bait. Sophie boner-baits him into a rush decision.

Problem with a violin scam, what if they have an actual buyer lined up. --- Ok so list of problems: Getting Emma in the room, Goading Gray to over-extend. Getting rid of a billionaire's security. thats 1 big problem and like, 2 quarters of a problem. (Emma is the legit issue, anxiety sucks)

Huh this tech billionaire is actually rather open minded and sensible. Ah they let him realise they're conning him to move the guards out of play.

All the janitors working together to funnel this guy into his doom. Gray tries to prevent Emma from meeting the Tech Billionaire just in time for commercial break. (he's about to gloat on a wire, while the billionaire is locked in a box with a functioning speaker hearing him admit everything) --- Oh yeah the billionaire went to school here, he's been in Gray's class and knows enough science to know that when a professor claims to have all the answers rather then admit "i dont know that, i'll look into it" from time to time its a big red flag. Obviously fuck billionaires, but on the scale of fictional billionares this guy is pretty good.

"I have Tenure" "We have a Harry".

#Leverage #Leverage redemption #leverage redemption season 2 #the work study job