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Like My Dreams

Part 5

Intro Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Pete Dunham x female reader

Words: 9.9k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Swearing. Alcohol consumption. Unprotected intercourse. Sex in a public place. Blood, cuts and bruises. Dressing of wounds. Cockwarming. Mention of stab wound and life-threatening injuries. Assault. Threat of rape.

Summary: Right when you and Pete seal the deal on your relationship, more car trouble and a visit from an ex stirs up drama and pops the blissful bubble you waited so long for.

A/N: 😅 this chapter really got away from me but I had the best time writing it!! I had an idea for part of it and pitched it to the wonderfully supportive @ramadiiiisme who encouraged me to go for it and helped me pull it off, so big thanks to you a million times more 💗 The scene with Mrs. Platt was inspired by a conversation with @stealfromthedevil about her dear grandmother who's cheeky words are included in the dialogue 💗💗

The linked song is one I've been listening to non-stop while writing this chapter and is just so lovely and fits in with all the fluffy bits of not only this chapter, but this series as a whole.

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It had been a couple of hours since Pete had gone home to shower and clean up after the friendly game with the lads, now sitting in his favourite seat at their table watching the Hammers struggle to get a lead against Chelsea, the match currently tied at 1-1. He would normally care a bit more about it, but knowing you were on your way to meet him there had taken all his focus and energy, feeling more excited to see you than bothered that his team might end the game in a draw, or worse.

He slouched against the old chair with his arm over the back, taking a long sip of his beer before setting it back down and licking his lips.

“Oh, come on! Fucking unbelievable!” he muttered at the screen, the referee pulling an outrageous call against West Ham.

Whatever happened next in the game no longer mattered to him all that much, seeing you walk in the door and through the crowd of people standing between you, his smile growing as he watched you tug your scarf out from around your neck and head over to the bar where you stopped to say hello to Terry and order a drink.

Pete stood and walked over slowly, admiring you from across the room as you chatted with Terry for a moment, your smile making his heart nearly stop when you turned and directed it at him as he reached you.

He said nothing, his grin too large to control any words to come through it, instead opting for a greeting he had been waiting all night to give.

Grabbing your cheeks, he leaned in and kissed you, inhaling with a low moan as he felt you melt into him and release your breath, your hands landing limply on his biceps.

A few people cheered around you, making both of you smile again after you parted from each other, but the need to get you alone was quickly becoming a priority in the realization of how many people were preventing him from doing all the things he wanted to do right then and there.

“Hi, love,” he said warmly, the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes making desire stir inside you.

“Hi,” you sighed with a love-drunk smile, the single word a breathy whisper.

Pete bit his lip as he reached for both of your drinks off the bar, nodding in the direction of their table in the corner.

“Come on, gorgeous, we’re over here.”

You were greeted warmly as usual, the spirits of everyone high after the Hammers scored a goal, and with all members of the GSE and their respective partners present to watch the match, little room was available at the booth.

Ned and Ike shifted over to make a spot for you beside Clair and Dave, leaving a space that was too large for your liking between you and where Pete sat in his designated chair, his hands folded together with his elbows resting on the arms of it as he looked fondly at you mixed in with his favourite people.

As much as you loved being at The Abbey enjoying conversations that made your cheeks and stomach hurt from laughing so much, the company that Pete kept people you now couldn’t imagine your life without, it was difficult for you to focus tonight, your mind constantly wandering to how the night was going to turn out just as much as your eyes continued to find Pete’s automatically.

It was like he knew everything you were thinking, his blue eyes glowing with a telling want and his looks loaded with insinuation, every swipe of his tongue over his lips or the way he rolled the toothpick that hung out of his mouth teasing you and driving you mad.

You squirmed in your seat, your fingers toying with the soggy coaster that had been spilled on too many times, forcing yourself to peel your eyes away from him whenever you felt the heat inside you becoming too much, only to steal another glance a moment later, finding him still looking at you hungrily.

The game was coming to an end, and with the Hammers still holding onto their lead, Pete was more than happy to miss the rest of it in exchange for seeing something he had wanted to all day, and as you slowly trailed your hand down your neck to your chest before reaching for the drink you had nursed most of the night, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

Waiting for you to glance over at him again, he watched you intently, imagining your bare form beneath him, pressing his lips against every single inch of you.

Finally, you met his gaze, a sultry look weighing in your eyes, and with a subtle nod toward the door, Pete silently told you it was time to go.

You smiled almost sheepishly, your face seeming to glow in a mix of embarrassment and excitement as you rushed through your goodbyes, your friends all shouting teasing jeers at you in knowing the reason behind your early exit.

Pete winked at you as he shrugged into his tan trench coat, adjusting the collar and tugging it up at the back so it covered his neck, flicking the toothpick he had still had in his mouth onto the table.

He took your hand and lead you through the pub with a pride that didn’t go unnoticed by those you passed, finding yourself bashful in thinking that everyone knew what was about to happen based on the look on your face, having to bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning and cast your eyes down at the worn carpet as you made your way out.

The door hadn’t even shut behind you before Pete had you up against the brick wall, his hands holding your waist with a claiming grip as he leaned into you and kissed you breathless, his want for you inarguable.

“Let’s go home,” he said with surety, his smile lighting up his eyes when he stepped away from you, pulling you with him with his hand clasped around yours again confidently.

The walk to Pete’s wasn’t long, but was made longer tonight by how often the two of you stopped to kiss, unable to keep off of each other for the duration it took to land at his door.

There was thankfully no sign of Mrs. Platt hanging around to make comments, the time it took for Pete to fish out his keys and unlock the deadbolt incredibly delayed due to interrupting the process in favour of kissing, your bodies now pressing together more closely and your hands becoming bolder where they roamed.

Pete finally opened the door and walked through it, and after tossing his keys onto the table, turned to grin at you and take your hand, pulling you inside with him.

“Get in here,” he said through his smirk, the playful tone of his voice undisguisable despite how much lust showed in his eyes.

He brought you in against him, his lips teasing yours as he whispered, “I need you.”

You smoothed your hands up the back of his neck as you kissed him, melting when he moaned into your mouth as the sensation of your fingers raking through his hair made him desperate for more, the intensity of the kiss increasing quickly.

Within moments you stood naked in his room, holding each other close while playful kisses were shared and hands began their worship, the excitement and anticipation that had slowly built up to this moment stirring within you.

It was clear that Pete felt the same, his smile unable to be wiped from his face each time you parted to look at each other, and as he moved closer to the bed with you, he tucked his bottom lip in his teeth to try to restrict it.

You sat on the mattress, leaning back on your elbows where he followed closely, crawling over you as you fully laid down in his bedding that lingered with the scents of him and you. His smile turned into a sweet chuckle as you giggled too, having him settle between your legs and laying on top of you making you feel unbelievably elated, the sensation of his readied cock resting against your core solidifying the fact that you couldn’t possibly wait another night.

His expression turned serious for a moment as he peered down at you, a soft groan coming out of his mouth as his cock rubbed against you when he shifted slightly.

“You sure you’re ready?” he asked, his voice somewhat shaky with restraint.

You nodded, and spoke with as much certainty as you could have in a moment where you felt on the border of being totally consumed by lust and longing, “Fuck me, Pete.”

He didn’t hesitate, pushing into you with a confident drive of his hips, your head tilting back as you cried out, the stretch of him filling you bare without a doubt the best thing you had ever felt.

Together, you quickly found a pace that suited you both, his thrusts slow and rolling but purposeful, his kisses growing more desperate on the skin of your neck and chest as each minute ticked on.

It took hardly any time at all for your climax to fire up within you, the anticipation of sex with Pete having let the intensity of it lay in dormancy right under the surface only to bring it forth faster than ever, his body linked with yours igniting and awakening every part of you.

You clawed at his back in a signal of your oncoming pleasure as well as a silent plea for more, half of you wanting to experience it immediately while the other half begged to prolong it all.

Clenching around his cock, you couldn’t ward it off any longer, moaning into his mouth as he continued to slam into you in a tempo that sent you to the edge but you could tell was beginning to falter as his climax took him in its clutches.

Your orgasm came through you hard and fast, shattering every inch of you as he followed right along with you, feeling him pulse and swell inside your walls, soaking him at the same time he filled you.

Pete kissed you almost frantically as he slowed his movements in you, savouring every second of being inside you while seemingly starving for more, your whines quieting out in his mouth as his breathing worked to calm to normal.

Emotion overcame him at the thought of never being able to experience this with you, the reality of him almost dying without ever having kissed you or touched you or loved you made his eyes burn, and closing them tight as he parted from your lips, he held your face in his hand and brought his forehead to rest against yours, his thumb moving to pull down your lower lip as you shared more laboured breaths.

You made love again and again through the night, resting between rounds only long enough to recharge, the addiction you had to each other increasing each time.

It was well after three in the morning when you had finally fallen asleep, exhaustion eventually taking over the nagging need for more, the cold comfort of the open window and your bodies wrapped together truly feeling like heaven.

The sound of rain and Pete stirring against you woke you up, making you scoot back against him to get closer to him, his arm that was wrapped around your waist tightening its hold and pulling you in.

He hummed in your hair, his body beginning to wake before his mind fully did, feeling him harden against your bum while his lips lazily kissed down the back of your neck.

A long moan sounded from you as you indulged in the blissful sensation, wriggling against him until his cock was firmly pressed between your cheeks, beginning to rock your hips languidly back and forth until his sleepy kisses turned to warning nips.

“Babe…” his sleepy voice purred in your ear, his lips pulling your lobe between them before his tongue swept along its shell.

“Pete…I need you.” His name fell from your lips in a whimper as your hand took hold of his and guided it between your legs, his fingertips gently stroking your clit until he had you begging for more.

Pete sat up and guided you onto all fours, positioning himself behind you where he gripped your cheeks with his hands to part them while he stroked your folds with the head of his cock.

Despite feeling how wet you were, he was aware how you would likely be sore from the amount of times he’d fucked you already, reaching over for the bottle of lube on the nightstand where he squeezed some out and coated his length until he hissed from the sensation of his own hand and slowly guided himself inside your tight walls.

He watched your hands grip the sheets as he filled you, your fingers relaxing slightly as he pulled back out, only to grip them harder and cry out when he pushed in again.

“Fuck, you take me so well,” he muttered, keeping a slow tempo even though he was tempted to quicken it and destroy you.

He heard your soft hum of appreciation for his praise over the pouring rain, everything you did adding up to drive him insane and make him fall more in love with you, suddenly feeling as if being buried inside you wasn’t enough to appease his heart.

Pete wrapped his arm around you so his hand splayed out over your stomach, applying pressure to guide you to sit up and onto his lap, careful to keep himself locked in your cunt.

Spreading the remaining lube onto your clit with his fingers, Pete began to steadily work you, his other hand holding you up while also squeezing and massaging your breasts, his mouth worshiping the space between your shoulder and ear in an intoxicating way that had your head lulling back onto his shoulder.

Goosebumps erupted over your skin as a brisk gust blew in through the window, adding to the over-stimulation that assaulted every part of you, doing your best to focus on the fullness of Pete driving inside you as you rocked yourself on his lap.

You reached your arm up and around his head, stroking his hair and gripping at him as you rode him, feeling yourself beginning to lose all control but placing all your trust in him to take care of you just how you needed.

Still holding you firmly against him, he continued to strum between your legs, knowing how close he was getting you from how you subtly tried to escape his grasp and your body convulsed to his touch, feeling your hands tighten on his head and forearm that was wrapped around you to keep you in place.

“That’s it. Come for me,” he panted in your ear, feeling you angle your hips against his hand in order to gain more friction on your clit, chasing your end as he increased the power behind his hammering thrusts.

Quiet whimpers grew at a steady pace as they spilled from your mouth, your whines of pleasure drowned out in your own ears as you focused on the sound of Pete’s heavy breathing and the praises he was showering you with, the pouring rain tapping furiously against the glass panes.

You unraveled together, the way your body tightly coiled before turning limp milking out his climax at the same time, his breath fanning out over your dewy skin as he rested his parted lips on your shoulder and stilled inside you.

Lifting yourself off his lap, you sank onto the mattress on your stomach, closing your eyes as exhaustion completely took over you, a faint smile tugging at your lips when you felt Pete follow, kissing up along your back until he collapsed half on top of you.

He took hold of your hand and brought it to rest between your bodies, kissing your knuckles softly until his breathing began to turn shallow as sleep quickly dragged him into its grasp.

These were the moments you knew you couldn’t live without, willing to sacrifice sleep night after night in order to love and be loved like this, the gratitude that filled you at being the one laying beside him as he slept outweighing any desire to close your eyes and miss even a second of it.

You knocked twice on the door before opening it anyway, letting yourself in just as Pete had told you to whenever you came over, the urgency you felt to get inside and out of the hallway too much to handle even if you weren’t allowed to walk in as you pleased.

Pete gave you an amused look, one of his eyebrows hooking high on his forehead as he placed the pen he had been holding in his mouth and reached for another paper to grade off the coffee table, your laughter sparking his curiosity.

“What?” he asked, letting out his own chuckle at your flustered state as you leaned against the door and ran your hand over your head.

“I was just stopped by Mrs. Platt. She told me she can hear us and to keep it down!”

Pete burst out laughing, shifting on the settee so his arm rested on the back of it to face you more.

“It’s not funny!” you argued, even though you were still laughing yourself, shaking your head in disbelief at the conversation you had just had with the crotchety woman in her eighties.

“Oh, it is!”

“Pete!” you urged, as if saying his name would scold him into not making fun of the situation, walking through to the living area where you plopped your bag down on one of the chairs as you passed.

“She actually said, ‘It’s not my place, but do you two ever sleep? All I hear night after night is that bed banging against the flaming wall!’”

Pete only laughed harder, hanging his head back over the sofa where you stood behind it and leaned down to grab hold of his face, begging him to stop laughing before kissing him in order to try to shut him up when he didn’t.

He was still chuckling when you pulled away from him, prompting you to smack his chest as you cursed at him.

“I can’t keep being stopped in the hallway to listen to this poor old woman make comments about hearing us have sex!”

“Ah, she’s just winding you up!”

You turned to walk into the kitchen only to be stopped by Pete’s arm wrapping around your waist to pull you back to the couch that he leaned over the back of, looking at you with mischief in his eyes that made you melt and suddenly not worry about anyone hearing the things you did together.

“Come on, love,” he purred. “She ain’t heard nothing yet.”

“Is that a promise, or a threat?” you asked, smirking as you freed yourself from his grip and made it into the kitchen, filling up the kettle.

“Both!” he replied, sitting back down on the sofa where he resumed marking his student’s homework.

“I need to take my car back to the mechanic,” you explained, shifting the conversation to something ordinary after a couple minutes of comfortable silence while placing a tea bag into your respective mugs.

“Yeah?” Pete asked somewhat distractedly as he focused on his task.

“Yeah, it's been making a funny noise whenever I accelerate, and it sort of jolts when I shift gear. Hopefully it’s nothing major or expensive, they were meant to be the best mechanic…”

“When are you taking it in?”

“Tomorrow morning. My sister’s going to meet me there and take me to work after.”

“I can do it if you want,” he offered, glancing over at you.

“Nah you’re off the hook,” you smiled, “she’s got some holiday time so I’m off duty being Jack’s chauffeur for a week!”

“Ah, look at you!”

“I know, right? She’s even taking him to practice this week.”

“That means I won’t get to see you there then, nothing good to look at on the sidelines and distract me,” he pouted, making you roll your eyes before pouring the hot water into your mugs.

“I reckon you’ll live.”

“Ah, then Mrs. Platt will just get to hear an even better show than normal when I get back home to you,” Pete laughed, ducking when you threw the tea towel at him.

The drive to Millwall took longer than normal due to rush-hour traffic, but it didn’t bother you as much as it typically would knowing you had a late start to your day that had been approved by your boss.

You pulled into the open bay door of the garage, parking your car and stepping out, giving a friendly smile to the mechanic who had helped you before.

“Giving you some grief, then eh?” he asked through a grin, nodding to your car as he wiped his hands on a rag.

“Yeah, as I said on the phone it’s kind of clunking when I’m shifting and the sound it makes when I accelerate worries me a bit…”

“We’ll put ‘er right, not to worry!” he beamed at you, extending his oil-stained hand to take your keys that you held out for him.

He stared at you for a moment, making you avert your gaze slightly, feeling somewhat uneasy.

“Say, you don’t happen to know the Dunham’s do you?” he asked, his question making your head whip up again in surprise. “Steve and Pete? They’re brothers.”

You tilted your head, your curiosity somewhat guarded, “I do, as it happens…”

The way his smile changed and the shift in his eyes put you on edge and raised your suspicions, but you did your best to remain confident, interested as to why he was asking and how he knew who they were.

“I thought as much,” he nodded.

His response took you back, and you blinked quickly, trying to wrap your head around this whole inquiry.

“Sorry, how exactly do you know them?”

He hesitated, staring you down for a few seconds before answering, almost as if he was being careful to formulate a proper response or like he was unsure how much to tell you.

“...We’re old mates,” he said slowly, his smile not leaving his thin lips.

You nodded, glancing down at the embroidered name tag on the chest of his overalls, the name ‘Martin’ one you wouldn’t forget.

“Right,” he broke the silence, his tone more cheerful in disrupting the somewhat tense air. “We’ll have a look at it and likely get it back to you at the start of next week…give ya a ring when we know what it needs and what the damage is.”

“Ta,” you thanked him, giving him one last look before turning and walking out of the garage, heading to your sister’s car where she was parked on the road out front.

You pulled the handle on the door and sat down into the passenger seat, looking out the window into the shop where Martin stood with another man of equal stature, both of them glancing out in your direction.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Hm? Nothing, it’s fine,” you assured her, smiling at her as you put your seatbelt on. “Can we stop for a coffee on the way?”

It was a typical Thursday night at The Abbey, everyone gathering at the table one by one as they flowed in from work, a pint and some laughs with mates seeming to be of the same priority for each hardworking hooligan alike as the week started to take its toll and winded down to an end.

“Where’s Pete?” Ike asked, sitting down beside you with his fresh pint.

“Oh, he’s coaching tonight,” you explained, spinning what was left of your gin and tonic in its glass. “He should be here in an hour or so.”

Ike nodded in confirmation as he took a long sip of his beer, both of you drawing your attention to the Bjorno’s as they walked in with a cheerful greeting.

Dave planted a kiss on Clair’s lips as he stopped at the bar to get the drinks in, letting her continue on to the table where she sat down with a sigh.

“Long shift?” you asked, catching the weary look that she couldn’t easily hide.

She glanced at you exasperatedly, “Oh, don’t even get me started!”

“Here you go, my love,” Dave said while leaning down to place her drink in front of her, kissing the top of her head as he did.

You found it difficult to focus on the conversations happening around you, your attention glued to the small group of women standing at the far side of the bar, the looks they kept shooting your way making you feel uneasy.

“Hey, do you know who they are?” you asked Clair, subtly nodding in their direction as they leaned in over the bar to get closer to Vicky, the barmaid, before all staring back at you again.

“Those tarts?” Clair began. “Yeah, they’re mates of Vicky’s. Bunch of slags.”

You nodded, taking it in but still not having an answer as to why they seemed so interested in you, thinking of all the times you had nice enough conversations with Vicky, or so you thought.

“Pete used to have it off with the blonde one,” Bovver piped up, blowing the smoke from his freshly lit cigarette in your direction as he spoke.

Your eyebrows raised high on your forehead as you took in the information, finally having some clarity as to why these women you had never seen before were obviously unhappy with your presence.

“Fucked like crazy for a few months…” he continued, the iciness of his blue eyes holding something of a threat as he told you.

“Oi! Don’t be like that,” Dave scolded him, shoving his arm. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“It’s true!” Bov scowled, his loyalty to his relations with Vicky clearly extending to her friends over you.

You sighed, trying not to let it bother you, reminding yourself that everyone, including you, had a past, and hoped that whatever issue she had with you would pass soon.

“Right, I need another,” you stated, shaking your empty glass in your hand as you stood.

Just as you anticipated, the daggers coming from across the bar dug into your back, still doing your best to ignore them while waiting for Terry to fix your drink, but that became impossible when the blonde who was apparently an ex of Pete’s slunk over to you and stood far closer to you than you would’ve liked.

“I didn’t think it was true, but here you are,” she began, her accent sloppy from the drinks she had tossed back already, her breath smelling of stale fags and the tartness of the cranberry juice she mixed with her vodka.

“What’s true?” you asked, giving her no more than a sideways glance as you fished the change from your pocket to pay for your drink.

“That Pete is dating a plain, old slag.”

“I’m sorry, and who might you be?”

“I was you only a few months back,” she grinned, her smile vicious and proud in her admission that she had been Pete’s at one time.

You huffed as you smiled, taking your drink from Terry who eyed you up as if offering his help, turning to go back to the table. The thought of him being with someone as vile as her made your stomach lurch, and not wanting to give it any further attention, you ignored her.

“I’m not done talking to you, you soppy cow!” she shouted, her lack of couth on full display to everyone around as a hush fell over the pub.

When you continued on your way over to the group, all of them watching with bated breath to see what would happen next, the satisfaction on Bovver’s face boiling your blood more than she was, her shrill voice sounded out again, making you pause.

“He said I was the best he’s ever had, and I’ll be right here to remind him of that.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, the adrenaline making you feel shaky and on the verge of doing something stupid, but instead you neglected to give her the drama she sought and took your seat again, praying that Pete would get there soon.

“Don’t let her get to you,” Dave assured, leaning over Clair who had already offered to fight her twice. “It wasn’t that serious…”

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” you assured, hoping it sounded genuine or at least believable.

“I mean, they were at it together for a few months…” Keith added in, earning a scolding from both Dave and Swill, making you swallow thickly.

You took a long sip of your drink as you tried to tune out the sound of the lads bickering and the jeers still coming in your direction from across the bar, your eyes closing as you tried to slow your breathing.

After a couple more minutes, you stood and made your way through the bar to the loo, praying no one would follow you, your newfound enemies calling you names as you passed.

Pete finally made it to the pub, strutting through the crowd and desperate for a beer after a long day at work and then coaching out in the cold rain, the sight of his ex leaning what she thought was invitingly against the bar making him scowl as he passed.

When there was no sight of you at the table, he did a quick glance around, distractingly returning everyone’s greetings as he shrugged out of his jacket and sat.

“Oi, what’s she doing here?” he asked Dave, nodding over in the direction of the bar where they continued to stare over at him.

Dave shook his head, “They’ve been causing trouble, pal.”

Seeing Pete’s face fall into worry as he looked around for you again, Dave continued. “She’s in the toilets, she seemed a bit upset…”

“For fuck’s sake,” Pete muttered, standing and going through the pub in quick strides, not giving his ex even a glimpse as he passed.

He pushed open the door to the ladies room more aggressively than he intended, his anger at the situation and that cheap tart upsetting you getting to him, his anger quickly turning to surprise when he saw you standing in front of the tarnished mirror reapplying your lip gloss, appearing fine and unbothered.

“Can I help you?” you grinned, watching him in the mirror with unhidden amusement at his presence.

His head tilted a bit to the side, walking toward you slowly while still assessing you, his concern still creasing his features even though he was smiling back at you.

“They said you were upset…”

You laughed and shook your head, screwing the cap back on your lip gloss before sticking it in your pocket, turning to look at him directly instead of in the mirror, your bum sitting on the edge of the sink.

“Upset? Over those twats? Come on…” you shrugged, trying your best to play it cool even though it had bothered you more than you were letting on.

Pete closed the space between you and leaned his forehead against yours, still searching your eyes for any hints of you being hurt or shaken up.

You let your eyelids close, instantly feeling relaxed from him being close to you, breathing in deeply when he brought his hands up to hold your face.

“We all have a past, Pete,” you whispered, saying it more for your own conviction than his, the frustrated exhale he let out at his past involving that awful slag fanning over your lips.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, his lips moving against yours as they hovered there, teasing a kiss.

“Don’t be sorry,” you answered, your hands trailing up his chest where you took hold of the collar of his jumper and slid the material through your fingers, his body moving closer to yours. “Just kiss me, Pete.”

He did, crashing into you so hard your head was forced back but stopped by his hands still gripping your face, his tongue delving into your mouth hungrily and greedily where you didn’t hesitate to match his fervor.

Everything was rough and desperate, kissing with a need to prove that each other’s lips were the only ones ever worth kissing, your hands pawing and groping in a crazed act of passion.

Pete’s fingers tore at the button and zipper of your jeans before diving his hand inside them, his long fingers stroking through your folds until your wet coated them, your moans reverberating in his mouth as you continued to kiss, your lips moving against each other sloppily and hastily.

After a minute, he withdrew from you, roughly tugging your jeans and panties down your thighs, his steely eyes staring at your exposed cunt as he quickly unfastened his own jeans and pulled out his hard cock before crashing against you again.

You spread your legs as wide as you were able to, giving him enough access to your core where he guided his leaking head, smearing his precum on your clit a few times until you were moaning and begging him to fill you.

Pete happily obliged, pushing inside your tight walls where he paused once he couldn’t go any deeper, kissing you frantically and groaning into your mouth from how good you felt.

Like he lost all sense of control, he slammed in and out of you, fucking you hard and fast while his mouth hung open and panted against yours in his efforts, the sink creaking precariously as you rocked your hips in time with his brutal thrusts, your fingers digging into the back of his neck and shoulders as you held on tight.

You were both so entranced in each other that neither of you noticed the door opening, his ex standing in the doorway in shock of the scene she walked into, scoffing as she turned and left.

“Fuck, babe,” he growled, pulling his face away from yours slightly where he watched his cock slide in and out of you, the sight encouraging him to move even more furiously within you, your cries growing louder as your climax quickly built up.

“Pete!” you bellowed, a desperation in your voice that told him you were on the brink, and knowing you were at risk of screaming as you came, he covered your mouth with his and proceeded to pound you mercilessly, swallowing your noises of unbridled pleasure as you clenched and shuddered on his cock.

Only seconds behind you, Pete bucked into your soaked cunt until he pumped you full of his hot spend, feeling it leak out of you as he continued to slowly thrust, drawing out every moment of your highs that he could.

You laughed as you comprehended what just happened, smoothing your hand over your head as your chest rose and fell sharply, Pete chuckling as a mischievous and prideful look dressed his flushed features.

“It’s impossible to get enough of you,” he admitted, his eyes flickering over your face as he leaned his arms against the sink, caging you in.

You hummed appreciatively, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, kissing him long and slow and in a way you hoped conveyed everything you felt for him.

“You sure you’re alright?” he asked when your kiss slowed to a pause, the blue of his eyes more vibrant and full of emotion.

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling at him softly while your finger traced the crease beside his mouth.

“Okay, darling,” he cooed, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as he inhaled deeply, his face moving into the side of your neck where he pressed kisses into the sensitive skin and made you squirm and giggle.

Stopping, he brought his face back up to look at you, his expression serious again, his hand finding yours where he laced your fingers together and gave it three gentle squeezes.

“You know you’re the only one I want, yeah?”

You nodded, squeezing his hand back three times, smiling bigger as his own grew.

“I do, though I wouldn’t mind you showing me again…”

“Careful what you wish for!” he laughed burying his face into your neck again where he nipped and sucked at your skin, your laughter echoing against the tiled walls.

Pete walked out of the bathroom with you confidently after cleaning up and composing yourselves, even happier to see that his ex and the rest of Vicky’s horrible friends had left, the expressions on everyone’s faces as you sat back down at the table telling you they knew exactly what you had been up to.

“Oi, that colour suits you, mate,” Ned commented, pointing to his lips as he stared at Pete’s that were tinted from your lip gloss.

“Yeah? It’d suit yours too,” Pete said, leaning over and planting a kiss on Ned’s cheek quickly before he pushed him away, cursing and wiping his cheek dramatically.

Pete laughed as he took his seat, downing his pint that had been waiting for him to return to, leaning back in his chair where he pulled you onto his lap to have you proudly perch, the atmosphere more relaxed and as it normally was.

Red dripped into the sink one drop at a time, flowing steadily from so many places on his hands and face he wasn’t even sure where it was all coming from.

Pete tugged more tissues out of the box, bunching them up and holding them to what he thought was the deepest cut on his chin with as much pressure as he could, the ache in his hand preventing him from doing a sufficient job. He didn’t think he’d cracked on that Zulu cunt as hard as he did, but his knuckles proved otherwise, split open what felt like to the bone.

Any effects the pints in his bloodstream had provided him had definitely worn off now, his head pounding and every cut on him stinging and burning like mad, the severity of each fresh injury hard to determine as he looked at himself in the mirror through one good eye, the dark, puffy welt spreading up to his other from his cheek.

He stood with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his blood and sweat-stained clothes discarded in a heap on the floor, his reflection revealing bruises on his side and abdomen that refused to be ignored when he had lifted his jumper over his head.

It was late, and as quiet as he tried to be, Pete knew better than to think you wouldn’t have heard him come home, your inability to stay asleep for long without him something he secretly loved and made him swell, always feeling equally as eager to get back home and in bed with you.

“Hiya, love,” he muttered, smirking at you in the mirror when you appeared in the doorway, your sleepy face quickly changing to shock when you saw the state of him.

“I’m fine!” he stressed, knowing what your next words were going to be, the worry on your face breaking his heart a little.

“Pete…” you whispered, not in an accusatory or scolding way, but out of sheer love and care, your hands cupping his cheeks gently despite getting blood on them, your eyes searching his for truth in his claim of being okay.

“Fucking Zulu’s…” he trailed off, a small laugh blowing out of his lungs.

Never once had you asked him to stop fighting, and he knew you wouldn’t now, taking the aftermath of his hobby on the chin just like he did multiple times tonight, his love and appreciation for you making him feel a bit emotional as he watched you open the cupboard and get out the first aid kit to tend to his wounds.

He blinked back the moisture that had quickly accumulated in his eyes before you were facing him again, closing them when you pressed a careful kiss to his bloody lips, letting out a long sigh when you pulled away.

“Sit so I can see better,” you instructed, your voice soft and soothing to his ears.

Pete turned and stepped toward the tub, perching on the edge of it so he faced the sink for you to work, watching the deep red spots staining it dilute into a rusty colour as water ran from the tap and washed his blood off the porcelain.

Carefully, and for as long as it would take, you gently cleaned all of his wounds, wiping the blood that had dried and stuck in his blond stubble and dabbing the cuts that still oozed, your touch becoming lighter whenever you noticed a wince that involuntarily snuck past his attempts to hide them.

Luckily, nothing needed stitches, and even though Pete knew you were done cleaning and disinfecting each cut he’d sustained, you continued to linger, admiring his bruised and battered features.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you close to him, letting his face lean into your stomach, breathing deeply as you raked your fingers up his bare back and through his hair. His shoulders relaxed, letting go of the tension held in them from taking the painful sting of peroxide seeping into his cuts over and over, his hands smoothing up your bare thighs and your bum.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” you whispered, your lips pressing against his scalp.

He hummed, pulling his face away from the warmth of your body in his sweater.

“Yeah. C’mere,” he offered, shifting slightly so your legs had room to straddle him.

You seated yourself on his lap, smiling when his own broke out on his damaged face, your back arching into him when he placed his hands under his sweater that you had now worn more times than him to card up your back.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, admiring you for a moment before kissing you softly, his nose moving back and forth on yours a couple of times before nudging your cheek, resting his face against it while he closed his eyes and breathed slowly.

“You’re welcome, love,” you cooed, your fingers ghosting over the back of his neck, making him melt into you even more.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he spoke, mostly to himself, still finding it hard to believe that he had been lucky enough to survive his injuries and then have you walk into his classroom that one morning.

Pete kissed your cheek once, then again, each press to your soft skin urging him to add another and then more after that, eventually meeting your lips with his until minutes had passed with you lost in the haze created by your slow kisses.

His hands held your back firmly, keeping you close to him and preventing you from falling back as he moved his head away from yours and looked at you in a way that made you want to show him that the love you had for him existed like no other.

“I love you,” he professed, as if he had stolen the words right out of your mouth. Those three words were spoken with a calm surety that held such truth there was no way you could deny or question it, your fingers trembling against his cheek as you trailed them along the crease that flanked his lips.

“I love you, too, Pete.”

The taste of blood transferred onto your tongue again as he crashed into you, kissing you with more ardor than ever before, the relevancy of the cuts on his lips no longer a concern to either of you.

Your hands slipped around the back of his neck, pulling him into you even more to deepen your kiss, your hips rolling against his just enough that you could feel his cock hardening, your bare core grinding on the somewhat rough material of the towel separating you.

Pete moaned into your mouth, and without stopping kissing you, leaned back enough to unwrap the fold of the towel from his waist, letting it fall open under him.

His hands slid under your thighs, guiding you to lift your hips in order to get on top of his cock, breaking your kiss to watch your face as you sank down on his length.

Before you even had the chance to start riding him, Pete ran his battered hands over your hair, his eyes holding as much softness as his voice did.

“Just be still for me, yeah?” he asked, wanting to savour the intimacy of being inside you unmoving.

You nodded, drawing in a deep, shaky breath, closing your eyes as his nose brushed against yours before capturing your lips again, your hand resting on his chest where you could feel his heart beating wildly.

You would have been kidding yourself if you said you weren’t feeling a bit uneasy about going to pick up your car alone, the conversation you had had with the mechanic, Martin, when you dropped it off still fresh in your mind.

Pete was unable to take you, having to coach a practice after work, and your sister was taking Jack to it and staying to watch since she always missed so many, leaving you to take the tube over to Millwall to deal with it on your own.

You assured yourself over and over that it would be fine and that you were probably reading into things too much, but still the way he had mentioned knowing Steve and Pete and claiming to be old mates with them wasn’t sitting right with you. With work being so busy this week, you had completely forgotten to mention it to Pete, and you cursed yourself for failing to bring it up when you had checked with him again that morning if he was sure he couldn’t get someone else to coach for him.

As the stops to Millwall grew closer and closer, you did your best not to dwell, reading the book you brought with you while your leg bounced up and down unconsciously, your eyes scanning over the same paragraph again and again without being able to absorb the words.

“Alright, good job, lads!” Pete shouted after blowing his whistle, signaling the end of their practice.

He held the bag open for them to toss their soiled jerseys in, laughing at all their comments to each other and how supportive they all were of their teammates.

“Eh, Jack, will you help me gather up the pylons?” he asked when your nephew had made it over to him in the queue of rowdy boys.

As Pete knew he would, Jack happily jogged around the pitch and collected the majority of them, saving Pete and his leg the trouble of going to do it all himself.

“Cheers, mate,” Pete thanked him, ruffling his hair as he walked with him over to where his mum stood waiting.

“Great practice, love!” She praised her son, then smiled at Pete as Jack worked at untying his cleats and taking off his shin guards. “Reckon she’ll be back from Millwall soon, then?” she said, glancing at the watch on her wrist.

“Millwall?” Pete asked, his face screwed up at the mention of his rivaled district.

“Yeah, that’s where the mechanic is she took her car to.”

“What’s the garage called?” he questioned, an urgency present in his voice as he reached in the pocket of his jacket for his phone.

“I don’t know, I didn’t look when I had dropped her off and she never mentioned it…is everything okay?”

“Hmm, yeah,” Pete lied, trying to settle the rising panic he felt inside him at the thought of the garage you took your car to for repairs being Tommy fucking Hatcher’s.

He hit the button to dial your number and held it up to his ear, pacing as he listened to ring after ring before the sound of your voice came through, his heart falling when it was only your voicemail picking up.

“Fuck-” he hissed, hanging up before redialling, praying you would pick up and tell him you weren’t alone at Tommy’s garage.

The bell that chimed when the door opened sounded ominous tonight as you stepped through it, the smell of oil and exhaust fumes hitting your nose heavily, the distant sound of the radio and tools clanking against metal filling the otherwise quiet shop.

Your car was parked out front, seemingly ready to drive off in, and you hoped to settle the bill and get your keys quickly so you could make your way back to see Pete, wanting this day and especially this exchange to be over and done with.

Glancing through the window that looked into the garage from where the little waiting area was, you could see Martin bent over the bonnet of a car, and behind him, a small office where who you assumed was the owner sat at his desk.

When neither man noticed your presence, you stepped through into the bay, careful your heels didn’t slip on the greasy floor.

The man in his office finally caught sight of you, grinning with a somewhat villainous smile that split his hardened features, and you thought no matter how friendly he tried to appear, there was something about him that seemed impossible to soften.

“Hello, love,” he greeted, his voice matching his looks.

“Hi, sorry,” you stammered, “I’m just here to get my car.” You hooked your thumb and pointed over your shoulder in the direction of where it sat outside, planting your feet firmly on the cement floor while doing your best to stand tall and confident.

“Yeah, not a problem, I’ve got the paperwork all here for ya,” he explained, standing from his chair and turning to reach for some papers from the filing cabinet behind him.

Martin nodded as you walked past him to enter the office, giving you a curt ‘Evening,’ as you smiled weakly in return.

The man seemed to fill the entire space of his office, his form tall and broad, his personality giving off a powerful air that made you feel somewhat suffocated.

There were empty beer bottles on his desk, and scattered across the walls and cabinets that took up nearly every square inch of the small room were various pieces of Millwall F.C. paraphernalia.

“You a fan?” he asked, catching you looking at the poster of the crest hung on the wall beside him.

“Erm, no, I don’t really pay attention to football all that much,” you lied, the realization that this man was clearly a huge supporter of the club that was Pete’s sworn enemy making you want to avoid the topic altogether.

“No?” he questioned, his head tilting to the side as another vicious smile revealed his teeth. “Not even a fan of the mighty Hammers?”

The way he said it made your blood turn cold, and you swallowed thickly, thinking how Martin must have discussed your affiliation to West Ham United through knowing Pete and Steve, and you wondered if these men were members of Millwall’s infamous firm.

You shook your head and huffed out a false laugh, reaching into your purse for your wallet.

“No,” you repeated, hoping he didn’t press his inquiry any further.

Clearing your throat to ensure your words came out properly, you started filing through the stack of notes you had taken out of the bank that morning, counting out what you had been told the total was going to be for the repairs.

“It was £450, wasn’t it?”

“That’s right,” he confirmed, watching as you placed the money on his desk, folding his arms across his chest.

“You sure you aren’t running about and singing along to ‘Forever Blowing fucking Bubbles’ then?”

You scoffed, trying your best to look like you hadn’t heard or even sang that song more times than you could count since meeting Pete.

“Ah, I see,” he said, slowly. “So you’re going to lie right to my face and tell me you’re not Pete Dunham’s missus, are ya?”

You almost choked, words unable to form on your tongue that felt too big for your mouth, the air in your lungs feeling trapped while everything around you started to distort as a dizziness overcame you.

“How…how do you know that?”

He pointed his finger at you, his lips still curled into a smile. “See, I knew you were lying to me, you little slag.”

You stepped back as he walked around his desk, his blue eyes icy with an evil you had never seen before.

“Don’t you think you’re going anywhere anytime soon, love,” he grinned, sitting on the edge of his desk as he nodded behind you. “Martin there hates your little boy toy just as much as I do, so he won’t be letting you run past him too easily either.”

You kept still, taking in as deep a breath as you could, closing your eyes briefly to gain some courage as you thought of which of the many questions racing through your mind to ask next.

“How do you know who I am?” your voice squeaked out, unable to hide your fear.

He shrugged his shoulders and frowned, “I get people to find things out for me.”

“Right, I’d just like to get my keys and leave, I don’t want any trouble-”

“You’re missing the fucking point, here!” he shouted, cutting you off. “Didn’t little Petey warn you about me?”

You shook your head again, confused as to who this man even was to Pete. “No, I-”

“Was he too afraid to come with you, not man enough to protect you?”

He stood from his desk, walking closer to you until you were face to face and your back was pressed against a cabinet, leaving you nowhere to escape.

“Is the taste of death still too fresh for him?” he laughed, clearly amused in seeing you put it all together.

“You’re-”

“Yeah, that’s right, darling,” he cooed, his face so close to yours you could smell the stale beer and smoke on his putrid breath. “I’m Tommy Hatcher. The man who nearly wiped out the Dunham name.”

He seemed so proud of it, like the memory was something he revisited often, and you felt sick knowing you were standing vulnerable at the hands of the man who almost killed the one you couldn’t live without.

“It’s funny, innit? That out of all the garages in London to get your car fixed, you came to mine.”

His finger jabbed into your chest with each word, making you recoil to try to make space between you, only to press yourself harder into the cabinet.

“You’re vile,” you spat, shoving your arm against his chest to push him away from you, only to have him come back stronger and closer than before.

He gripped your chin with his meaty hand, his fingers digging into your skin so hard it made you yelp.

“I’ve been watching you for weeks now. You should really pay more attention to your surroundings, love,” he warned, the pleasure he took in this written all over his grisly face. “How’s that nephew of yours, by the way?”

Bile rose up your throat at the idea of him getting to Jack and causing him harm, the lengths this horrible, soulless man would go to to make anyone he hated suffer having no limit.

“He seems like a good lad,” he whispered, his mouth hovering beside your ear where his hot breath made your skin crawl and you squirm in his grasp. “It’d be a fucking shame if he didn’t make it past his twelfth birthday just like my son didn’t.”

“You wouldn’t!” you cried, trying to move your legs enough to kick him, only to have his body lean harder into yours to stop you.

“See, you’re forgetting what I’m capable of. How easy it was to drive that bottle into Stevie’s neck and how much fucking joy I got breaking Petey’s body until he was lifeless on the ground.”

His grip tightened on your face as his eyes scanned over you, and despite your efforts to not let it happen, tears sprang from your eyes at the description of him trying to kill Pete.

“Don’t think it wouldn’t be hard to do the same thing to you or that little boy.”

With all the strength you had, you pushed against him, hitting him as hard as you could in his stomach while stomping hard on his foot, but Tommy was too strong, slamming you back into the cabinet so the handle drove into your ribs and all the air in your lungs was knocked out of you.

He laughed in your face, locking his forearm across your neck to keep you in place, your struggle to breathe seeming to satisfy him.

“I could do anything I wanted to you right now and no one would know or be able to stop me,” he bragged, growing more aroused with the power he held over you.

He ground himself against you, making you feel his hardness through his trousers, the possibility of you actually being sick between that and the lack of oxygen becoming more and more likely.

“It’s funny, you've got the same look of terror in your eyes as he did right before I smashed his fucking face in!” he pointed out, his laughter ringing through the room like you had just shared a joke together.

Within a split second his demeanor changed again, glaring at you seriously as his voice quieted and turned calm.

“See, I could rape you, ruin you so he’d never want to touch you again...”

You let out a broken sob, your eyes screwing shut when you felt his other hand travel slowly down your waist until he reached your thighs, stopping when he spoke again.

“But it’s lucky for you I’m a changed man.”

Tommy loosened the force of his arm against your neck, backing away from you slightly, and ran a hand over his hair to regain some composure.

“Don’t wanna be stuck in the nick again over someone as pitiful as you and your precious Petey!” he barked, adjusting himself in his pants crudely while you shook against the cold, metal cabinet.

He reached for something on his desk, turning around and quickly throwing your keys at your face where they missed and hit you hard in the chest, making you jump and cry out which only made him howl a maniacal laugh.

“Go on, you shitcunt,” he spat, “go home to Petey and cry all about it to him!”

You stooped and grabbed your keys off the grimy floor with a trembling hand, bolting out the door as fast as your legs would carry you, the sound of his and Martin’s laughter chasing you out of the building where you pressed the button to unlock your car as quickly as possible.

The tears didn’t come until you were out of the lot and onto the road, the lights from passing cars blurry and blinding as you finally let out wracking sobs, unaware of how fast you were going or which roads you were turning down, getting as far away from Tommy Hatcher as you could the only thing on your mind.

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 33]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

Warning(s): Indigo recounts the incident where she was stalked. Topic and subsequent anxiety can be triggering for some, please exercise discretion when you read this chapter.

Mingi didn't let you go. He didn't want to. He was afraid that if he did, you would just crumble and break.

"I've got you." He murmured. He stood up from your seated positions on the floor, ensuring that he was careful in the way he carried you in his arms. Despite his legs feeling like jelly, he pushed through and carried you into your bed room.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You buried your head into his chest, your hands clutching onto the material of his shirt. Mingi hushed you gently, rubbing your back.

"It's okay. It's alright, baby." He assured. He knew you were guilty, you felt bad for calling him out of nowhere.

"You're okay." He whispered, kissing your forehead.

"Don't go yet, please." You begged.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'll be right here." Mingi used his thumb to gently swipe away the stray tear that cascaded down your cheek. It was like Mingi became your oxygen.

Just having him hold you or knowing that he was here with you helped you to breathe again. All the fear you felt started to retreat, you felt safe with him.

"Try to sleep, baby. I'll be here, I promise." Mingi spoke softly. He saw the worry and hesitation in your eyes. He patted your back, knowing that it will coax you to sleep. The mental and emotional exhaustion added on to that too. Soon, your eyes fluttered close and you fell asleep. But you hold on Mingi never let up.

"I love you." He kissed your forehead again. Mingi looked down at your face, he had never been so scared before in his entire life. You sounded and looked so broken.

*BZZ BZZ*

In his pocket, his phone was pinging and ringing off the hook. All the members naturally worried about his sudden take off from the dorm. Mingi took the device out, lowering the brightness to not disturb you.

'Sorry for suddenly leaving. I'm okay. With Indigo now. Will update you guys when I can. - Mingi'

'Is she okay? - Seonghwa'

'Do you need us to come down and help? - Yunho'

'Don't worry, Mingi ah. Focus on Indigo. Stay with her for the night if you need to. Call us in the morning. We'll talk then. -Hongjoong'

"Thank you, captain." Mingi let out a soft sigh. He knew the members were worried about you and him, which he was very grateful for. But answering their questions was not something he wanted to do now. His priority was you and you only.

When he made sure you were really asleep, Mingi slipped out of your hold to take a quick shower. He remembered that he was still sweaty and not clean after practicing for so many hours.

But he didn't want to leave you for too long so he took the quickest shower he ever took and was back by your side.

"I told you not to overwork yourself." Mingi chided, moving the lock of hair away from your face.

*Flashback*

"Thank you." You bowed to the convenience store worker. After a long day of working, you wanted some snacks, triangle kimbap and cup noodles so you went to the nearest convenience store.

"Thank you. Have a nice evening." The worker bowed to you and handed you your change.

"Ah, it's cold. Why did I come out again?" You groaned, not liking how you were inadequately dressed. Despite having your mask and hood up, your hands tucked into the pockets of your sweats, it wasn't enough to keep you warm. You sighed as you began to make your way back home to escape the cold.

'The boys decided to eat at my mother's restaurant for dinner after practice. What did you have for dinner? - Mings'

When you saw the message come in from Mingi, you decided not to reply yet since you planned to just call him later to show him that you were eating.

*Crunch*

A shiver went down your spine. It could have been someone random walking behind you but alarm bell rang in your head.

'Run.' Was the only thought you had. Your pace picked up before you broke into a full sprint. There was no time to look back or take your phone out to call someone.

'Where can I hide?' You ducked down a dark alley. You dove behind some cardboard, covering your mouth to prevent the fearful whimpers from escaping and giving away your location.

"Where is she?" You heard a voice. The person was looking for you. Your eyes widened as you saw the person's feet stand right where you were. The person turned and walked out of the alley. You sat there for 15 minutes, worried they would turn around and see you.

"Miss, are you okay?" A worried passerby saw you stumbling out of the alleyway and held your arm.

"D-Don't touch me." You begged, backing away as if her touch burned you. Worried that someone was still lurking around, you ran back to your apartment.

You needed Mingi. Now.

But you didn't want to interrupt his dance practice. Even though you were in your home, you didn't feel safe. You couldn't breathe, your lungs refusing to work anymore. You fumbled for your phone.

"Hey, baby. Good timing. How did you know I was about to call you? Is it telepathy?"

When you heard his voice, the sobs escaped as you tried to catch your breath to form proper words to tell him that you needed him.

"Baby? (y/n)?" His voice was now full of worry and panic.

"M-Mingi... I-I need you... I'm sorry..." That was all you managed to force out with a whimper. Your chest hurt, everything hurt as you struggled to keep yourself calm. Mingi was obviously already panicked and scared from your call. He never hung up as he rushed to meet you.

"Baby!" He opened the door and you dropped your phone, throwing yourself onto him. He caught you in his arms as you sobbed into his chest. Everything was okay now that Mingi was here.

Your eyes opened as you remembered the incident from last night. You blinked, staring at the ceiling as your fringe stuck to your forehead from the sweat.

"Mingi..." You called his name in a soft voice, throat hoarse from all the crying you did.

"I'm right here, baby." He replied with his sleep ridden voice. You turned your head to see him smiling softly at you.

So, it wasn't just a nightmare.

"Come here." Mingi gently turned you so you laid on your side to face him. His arm rubbed comforting circles on your waist as you rested your forehead against his chest. He heard how your shaky breath was as you exhaled.

"It's okay." He comforted, lips pressed to the top of your head. Mingi didn't let himself fall into too deep of a sleep last night, wanting to constantly check on you and make sure you were okay.

"No working today. We're both going to stay in bed all day." Mingi declared, kissed your forehead.

"We shouldn't... You have... You can't skip... practice..." You shook your head as you tried to string words into a sentence. And yet, you made no effort to detach yourself from him.

"Don't worry about that. You're more important than one vocal lesson." Mingi said.

After another few hours of laying in bed, you knew that you needed to shower and get some food in your system. The running and sweat from last night made you feel sticky. So you unwillingly removed yourself from Mingi to go get a shower. Mingi was still worried so he sat outside, guarding the door loyally.

'New group: Mingi and Matz'

'Indigo had a panic attack last night when she called me, that's why I rushed out. I'm not sure what happened but I don't want to pry too much. She seems shakened up enough. - Mingi'

'Poor thing. - Seonghwa'

'Is she okay now? - Hongjoong'

'She's fine, I think. I'll just take care of her and get her what she needs. - Mingi'

'Yeah, do that. Don't come in for practice today, I'll just tell them you had a family emergency. We'll come by and see her after practice if that's okay? - Hongjoong'

'She might appreciate that. Thanks, hyungs. But maybe only one of you? So she won't feel overwhelmed. - Mingi'

'I'll go since my rap lesson is first and I'm her favourite older brother. You shouldn't miss your vocal lesson, Seonghwa ah. Can you help me manage the rest of the kids in the mean time? Make sure they go for their lessons and have dinner. - Hongjoong'

'Ignoring that you called yourself her favourite older brother. We all know you're not good at comforting people... - Seonghwa'

'That's really hurtful... - Hongjoong'

When Mingi heard the water stop and you grab your towel from the hook, he locked his phone screen and scrambled to his feet. You stepped out, jumping when you noticed him there.

"Sorry, baby! I didn't mean to scare you." He held your shoulders, taken aback by your fearful reaction.

"N-No, it's okay. It's not your fault, I was just thinking about something else." You said. Mingi patted your slightly damp hair.

"Did you eat last night?" He asked, bending down to your height. You shook your head. Mingi smiled, a silent assurance that it was okay. He held your hand and led you to the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat?" He looked at the fridge.

"I'm fine with anything..." You said softly, rubbing your arm. In the end, Mingi made pasta with an instant sauce pack that he saw you had in the cupboard, probably for Haneul. All he had to do was boil the noodles and warm up the tomato sauce. He didn't want to spend too much time cooking.

"Can I get you something to drink?" He offered. You shrugged, keeping your gaze to the ground. Mingi stroked your cheek fondly and went to get you a juice pack.

"Get some sugar in your system." He poked the straw into the carton and handed it to you.

"Thank you." You cracked a small smile. Mingi kept his arms around your waist as you drank your drink.

"The others were worried. I told them you were not feeling well and Hongjoong hyung wants to drop by later if you're up for it. You can say no, he won't be upset." Mingi told you.

"That's fine." You nodded.

"Alright." He kissed your temple. Mingi went to put your food together in a bowl. You sat together on the couch, with you securely tucked under Mingi's arm as you ate. The TV playing the news. Ever so often, you would reach up to feed him a mouthful.

"I'm not that hungry, love. Go ahead and eat." Mingi said between his chewing after a few bites.

"Sure, you're not hungry? This is a big bowl, we can share it." You looked up at him. He nodded in confirmation.

"If you're hungry later, you can eat anything in the house. The fridge is stocked." You told him. Mingi softened, even in your state, you were still worrying and making sure he was taken care of.

"Looks like it's going to get cold." You noted, watching the weather report on the TV.

"Hmm, better dress warmly then." Mingi hummed. He couldn't stop thinking of how you reacted when you were shocked by him earlier after coming out of the bathroom.

"Baby...?" He called out. You let out a hum.

"Do you... want to talk about what happened last night?" He threaded very carefully as he asked. He observed the way your body tensed and the way your fork faltered ever so slightly as you were twirling the pasta around your fork. You chewed on your bottom lip and shook your head.

"Are you upset?" You sat up from his hold so you could face him properly.

"No, not at all. It's okay. I just want you to know that I'm always here for you. You can always call me, any time, I'll be there." He rubbed the back of your hand.

"Thank you." You softened. Mingi won't push you to tell him but he now knew this was more than you being overworked.

"I love you." He mumbled against your head.

"I love you too." You closed your eyes. When you were done, you brought your bowl to the sink to do the dishes. Mingi wanted to stop you but you cut him off before he could say anything.

"Please don't treat me like I'm fragile." You said. Mingi was stunned as you repeated the words he said to you in the past. It was the words he said to you when you went to Han River to find him after he disappeared. He didn't want his anxiety to change your relationship.

And now, you were feeling that he felt. You didn't want what happened last night to change anything.

You managed to take a nap with Mingi before Hongjoong came. Since you were just wearing Mingi's big shirt, you changed into something more presentable.

"Hey, hyung. She's in the room." You heard Mingi greeting Hongjoong at the door outside.

"Joong."

"Indi." Hongjoong's shoulders visibly relaxed when you came into view. You ran into his arms, feeling the security of an older brother from his hug. It made you feel safe and protected.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his hand on your back. You nodded against his shoulder as he let you go. Mingi shut the door and Hongjoong had the chance to remove his shoes. That was when you noticed the giant puppy doll that laid on the ground behind him. You tilted your head as you stared at it.

"What's that?" You pointed. Mingi seemed curious too, approaching it carefully, as if it would move suddenly.

"Oh! Because Seonghwa said I'm not good at comforting people. So to prove him and everyone else wrong, I read that people like stuffed plushes to hug to feel better so I got a giant one." He explained.

"Here. Hongjoong tugged it up into his arms by grabbing the floopy ear, setting it down on the ground in front of you like a real puppy.

"Wow... Thanks, Joong." You hugged the giant toy, unsure but grateful he tried.

"Honestly, Joong, I already feel better with you here. Thank you for coming to check on me. I think you're great at comforting people." You smiled.

"Aww, only you would say that. And of course. If I hear that my baby sister is not well, I'll be here to take care of you." He cooed and patted the top of your head with a sweet smile. Mingi cleared his throat, reminding that he was standing there.

"What?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow at him, a judgemental yet challenging look on his face.

"My girlfriend."

"My baby sister. First." Hongjoong scoffed. That made you laugh. Mingi softened, it was the first time he heard you genuinely laugh since last night.

"Let me help, baby. Gosh, that plush is bigger than you." Mingi grabbed the fluffy white dog from you and placed it on the couch.

"You just had to buy the biggest size, hyung." The taller scoffed at his team captain.

"Only the best for my baby sister." Hongjoong seemed to like putting emphasis on that title, pinching you cheek lightly. You rolled your eyes and hugged him again, chin resting on his shoulder.

"You don't have to suffer on your own, hmm? You have 8 brothers here for you." He patted your back, squeezing you tightly. Mingi pursed his lips, coming over and wrapping his longer arms around the two of you. At that, Hongjoong frowned, squirming and pushing Mingi away. He still didn't like receiving skinship from the boys.

"And it's not 8 brothers. It's 7 brother and a boyfriend." Mingi corrected, holding you in his arms as he rocked from side to side.

"I ordered food since the others said I shouldn't make you feel more down by cooking." Hongjoong said with the most offended look on his face.

"Aww, it's okay." You giggled.

"What did you order?" Mingi asked, more curious about the food than concerned with how Hongjoong was feeling.

"Indigo's favourite. Knife cut noodles with mixed seafood soup." Hongjoong replied. You swear you felt your stomach rumble just hearing Hongjoong say what he ordered.

"Oh, let me get you a drink." You said. Hongjoong was going to refuse but grew intrigued as he saw Mingi trail after you like a puppy.

"Mings!" You giggled quietly as Mingi glued himself to your back, chuckling along with you.

For all the years that he's known Mingi, this was a side of him that the captain had never seen before. Even when Mingi was happily staying by Yunho's side, it was different. Mingi had this smile on his face and a demeanour that Hongjoong was surprised to see.

"Here." You handed Hongjoong a soda. You sat down beside him on the couch and Mingi sat next to you but his arm never left your waist, almost protective of you.

"Delivery!" Someone knocked on the door. Before you could stand up to answer the door, Mingi patted your thigh.

"I'll get it." He smiled and stood up, going to the door.

"Oh, it's the uncooked one. Hyung, you ordered the uncooked version?" Mingi asked after checking the bags. You and Hongjoong went over.

"I must have selected the wrong option." Hongjoong face palmed.

"No worries. I'll just put it in a pot. We can boil it. The soup is done, we just need to cook the seafood." You said. While you got a pot and ladle out, Mingi helped you pour the contents of the container in so you could leave it to boil. You made sure the fire wasn't too big and set a timer.

"I'm going to use the bathroom." Mingi kissed your temple and walked to the bathroom. You and Hongjoong returned to the couch to sit down.

"Mingi's worried that you're overworked and stress." Hongjoong said with a patient smile.

"I don't know... Maybe..." You lied.

"I think I know you well enough to tell when you're lying." Hongjoong squeezed your hand. You faltered for a bit, scared that he might actually make you tell him what happened.

"Don't worry, I won't make you tell me. But you can lean on any one of us if you want to. Not just me or Mingi." He placed a hand on the top of your head.

"I know. Thank you." You smiled softly. When Mingi came back, you and Hongjoong acted like nothing happened.

"Timer's done. Let's eat." You stood up, going to the stove. Hongjoong brought the pot to the table, Mingi portioned out the noodles and you went to take some side dishes from the fridge to eat with the food.

"This is from Mingi's omma. And this kimchi is from Wooyoung's omma." You said, placing the plates down. You took soup and seafood for everyone before sitting down beside Mingi.

"Thanks for the food, Joong/ hyung." You and Mingi chimed together before digging in.

This was the best, being comforted and protected by your older brother and your lover. You felt braver and less fearful.

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yourgentlegirlfriend · 1 year

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Hi! I hope you’re doing okay!

This is a very self indulgent request (you do not need to humor it!) but… Leon x a reader who has very bad heart problems.. constant palpitations, heart monitors, constant hospital and doctor visits, and just pure pain and discomfort at the most random times (even worst times.. ie. sex.. out on dates.. ) Obviously reader tries to laugh it off and tells him she’s fine but he’s always worried sick.

Sweetest Anon,

ALL my readers get to be included in any desire they would like!! I will totally do this for you! Just so you know i have very little knowledge on heart problems but tried my hardest for you! I hope you’re doing good and your health stays good angel <3

Warnings: Mentions of heart problems obviously. Slight mentions of smut!!

Who knew Leon Kennedy, the man who has fought for his life and for others far to many times was an actual saint. The best boyfriend anybody could ever ask for.

He always gave you his attention, showering you in affection even in times when you didn’t really deserve it. You felt guilty putting him through so much, or that’s how you phrased it. Leon just saw it as being your lifeline.

Leon cared more about your body than you did, when you first got diagnosed with heart problems after Raccoon City, he sat through every appointment with you, writing stuff down on his notepad as the doctor rambled on about risks and what to do and not. He loves you so much and you’ve always have and always will be his number one priority.

———

When Chris invited you and Leon to his big house party, celebrating his promotion, you couldn’t say no. Especially seeing the excitement Leon held for his best friend.

Pushing up the chapstick lid, rubbing it on your lips before Leon slid behind you, your hand coming to your chest to signal he scared the actual fuck out of you. His face instantly washing with concern as he gripped your shoulders.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurting? What happened?”

A laugh left your lips as you leaned back, your lips pressing against his cheek as you pushed passed him and out the bathroom.

“You’re ready, yes?”

You asked as you slid your shoes on, looking back at him.

“Yes, but you’re not. Here, take your medicine.”

So that’s what he came into the bathroom for. You sighed shaking your head as you looked up at your boyfriend. He kissed your forehead softly, grabbing the keys off the hook by the kitchen.

“I’ll be in the car!”

He yelled as you stood staring at the medication in your hand.

——-

When you guys finally arrived, Leon ran to your side of the door, pulling it out for you with the widest smile on your face.

Chris saw you guys pull up, the door already opening. Chris was a great friend to you both, and you were so proud of his progress, he has worked TO hard.

“Congrats, Redfield I’m so proud”

You giggled as you gave him a quick side hug and a kiss on the cheek before skipping your way to Claire and Rebecca.

—-

The night went on, to many hours passed. You rested your face in your hands as you closed your eyes. Remembering your doctors words, just focus on your breathing. But your heart was pounding, so hard you felt it in your ears. You cleared your throat, excusing yourself from the couch as you slowly walked to the kitchen where Leon sat with all his friends, your hand slipping over his shoulder. His hand reached up, grabbing at yours, him immediately turning to you as he felt how sweaty you were.

Though he loved Chris, he waved goodbye to everyone in an instant. And the moment you guys got home, he helped you out of your clothes and ran you a bath, his hands running through your hair, his lips gently kissing at your shoulder.

———-

“Leon it’s just a heart monitor.”

You whined, half awake as Leon checked on you once again.

“I know, I know but you know I get so worried.. Let me worry”

Leon mumbled as he turned over from his position on the bed, kissing your lips softly. His arm lifted allowing you to snuggly press back into him.

“Worry all you want, I’m going to bed.”

You mumbled quietly as you rested your head on his chest, instantly soothed by the sound of his beating heart.

——

“Fuck, Leon..”

The squeal left your lips as Leon’s hips snapped into yours, your hands scrapping down his back. He was so toned and your hands slid so perfectly over every muscle on his back.

Your eyes squeezed shut, your breath hitching as you shook your head and grabbed at Leon’s shoulder.

“Le..”

Your nickname for him, his hips instantly stopping at the sound of your discomfort.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Did I hurt you?”

Leon spoke, his worried tone very prominent as he pulled himself out of you, pushing hair from your face.

You shook your head as you sat up, your shaky hand pressing against your chest. Leon’s eyes went sad as he scooted next you, watching as the tears built in your eyes.

“Shhh, It’s okay, here let me get you water..”

———

Leon insisted that you guys go to the spot you guys met, but the restaurant was always so crowded and it made you so moody listening to all the chattering around you when all you want to do is focus on your boyfriend.

But he begged and pushed so much that you finally caved, wearing your nicest outfit. At first you thought he was breaking up with you, by the way the two of you sat in silence in the car, his hand resting on the gear instead of your thigh.

Your stomach started to ache as you twirled your fingers around. The car stopped, Leon reached into the backseat smiling as he handed you a single rose. Just like he did on your first date. You pouted at him before leaning over the center console kissing him softly.

——

Your dinner went fine, and it was actually quiet, the noise of the soft piano music being heard as you watched Leon finish his wine.

He stared at you so admirably. He sighed shaking his head as he reached into his pocket, digging for awhile before he pulled out a tiny box that looked even more tiny in his big hand. Your eyes went wide as Leon cleared his throat, pulling his chair out.

“I love you, and I think I’m pretty confident I’m going to love you forever, hopefully you’ll love me too.”

Leon laughed as he touched your knee softly.

“I’m not a big attention guy, but, for you I am. Marry me.”

Leon whispered as he stared up at you, your jaw slacked open, no words could describe how you felt. You just nodded your head rapidly, Leon’s twisted face turning into the most beautiful smile as he slipped the ring on your finger, pulling you to his chest, the two of you standing.

He pulled away from you, his hand pressing to your chest as he eagerly sat you down.

“Your heart is racing, do you need more water? Here do you want your medication?”

Leon went reaching for your purse as you laughed grabbing his arm.

“Leon, you just asked me to marry you, of course my heart is going to be jumping out of my chest.. I’m fine..”

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We had decided to just let things happen naturally after the wedding, and it didn’t take long until I was pregnant.

We were both overjoyed, and our roommates were excited for us. Griffin immediately started changing our weekly meal plans around the nutritional requirements of pregnant women.

I asked if he was sure he still wanted to be a surgeon and not become a nutritionist instead, but he laughed it off.

“Freya, don’t be silly. You can do more than one thing with your life! Just look at Daria. Would you tell her to choose whether she wants to only do programming or podcasting or animal rights activism?”

“You know I’d never dare tell Daria what to do, but I honestly don’t understand how she finds the time.”

“Exactly, priorities!” Griffin looked at me like he’d just won the discussion and went back to his meal planning.

I thought about it. Sports had always taken up most of my time, and the rest I spent with friends and family. I didn’t really have any other interests, unless you counted reading a book or watching a movie. Griffin had his cooking, Daria seemed to be doing all the things, and even Jessica had a fashion blog.

At least Samuel was more like me, we both tended to focus on our careers and family. He wanted to specialise in paediatrics, he really loved working with children.

He was so excited about becoming a father. He kept flipping between ‘doctor mode’, spewing random facts about child development and asking me how I was feeling, and ‘dad mode’ where he obsessed about names and insisted on talking to my belly in silly voices.

It was pretty adorable. I couldn’t wait for us to finally meet our baby. We were going to be the best parents ever, together.

Nothing like my own parents.

I wasn’t even three years old when they split up. My father then proceeded to spend almost five years drinking and whoring his way through a pretty miserable existence.

Still, most of my memories of him back then were good. Even though he was troubled, he was always so happy to see me, and he always came to my games or picked me up from practice.

I remembered our trip to Mt. Komorebi vividly. The snowboarding had been amazing, and I loved spending time with my dad.

But then I had woken up from a nightmare in the big, dark, and unfamiliar house. I had felt very alone.

I was used to living by the harbour with my mother, used to the constant noise outside.

Here, the thick snow blanketed everything and it was eerily quiet.

I couldn’t remember how to turn on the lights, so I stumbled into the dark hallway, blinded by tears, only vaguely certain of where my dad’s bedroom was.

He wasn’t there.

It wasn’t the first time in my life that I’d gone to his bedroom to find it empty, but at home, it just meant that he was downstairs watching TV, or had fallen asleep on the couch with Cooper snuggled up next to him. Here, there was no sound of a TV or any light anywhere. The house felt completely deserted.

I knew I wasn’t really alone, my grandparents were in their bedroom somewhere downstairs, but I was afraid to go down there. I didn’t even want to go back into the dark hall.

I curled up on the big, empty bed. Surely, my dad would come. He had to sleep sooner or later.

I don’t remember crying myself to sleep, but I remember waking up.

My dad had been there, moisture still in his hair, fresh from a shower. With the smell of toothpaste and only the faintest hint of alcohol left on his breath.

I always hated that particular combination of smells.

He’d promised never to leave me again, and he hadn’t. Much later, I learned that he had started therapy as soon as we got home, and as far as I knew, he hadn’t touched alcohol for over fifteen years now. But I still remembered the smell.

I put my hands protectively on my growing belly.

“I’m going to do a better job than they did, no matter what it takes”, I whispered.

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ficreadergirl · 2 months

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Welcome to my Sweetheart

Ep19

Next morning you woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft music playing in the background. You stretched lazily feeling amazing. The memory of last night came flooding back and a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You sat up and looked around realising you were in your own bed. Dick must have brought you home and tucked you in last night. You quickly got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom for taking a quick shower before heading to the kitchen to see if there was any coffee left.

As you stepped into the kitchen, Helena was already there, making breakfast. She glanced at you over her shoulder and smiled. "Good morning sleepyhead. Sleep well?"

"Yes I did sleep well." you replied with cautious smile.

"After that much workout you must have needed it." she winked and placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of you. "Here, drink this. It will help you wake up."

Her comments about last night's activities made you feel even more flushed. You took a sip of the coffee and let out a contented sigh. It was delicious. "Thanks Helena. It's so delicious."

"I'm glad you like it." she smiled warmly. "Dick mentioned that you had a bit of a rough time yesterday."

"Well..." you hesitated for a moment. "It was definitely intense but I managed to pull through with his help." you tried not to blush too much as you said this.

"Glad to hear that." she said with a knowing smile. "Now go get dressed. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes."

You nodded and headed back to your room to get dressed. When you were finally dressed, you made your way back to the kitchen to find Helena setting the table. The smell of eggs and bacon filled the air and your stomach growled in anticipation.

"It's almost ready." she said as she placed the food on the table. "Eat up. You'll need your energy for today."

"Did you make one for Gloria?"

"Of course. I've put some extra water in her bowl as well." she pointed at a small bowl on the floor.

You sat down at the table and started eating and savouring every bite. The food was delicious and you felt energized. After finishing your meal you thanked Helena profusely and cleared the table and left for work.

In office you found Dick already at his desk looking over some documents. "Good morning." he said without looking up. "Sleep well?"

"Yes.." you said a bit hesitantly. "I did."

"Good." he nodded. "Let's get started then."

You were a bit nervous around him now. The memory of last night was still fresh in your mind. You wondered if he was thinking about it too. You tried to focus on your work but found yourself constantly glancing at him, wondering what he was thinking, feeling. It was almost as if there was a new layer of tension in the air between you.

"Y/n. Did you see this?" he asked handing you a report. "Pierce has been making some shady deals again. We'll have to look into it."

"Again? Seriously? Can't we focus on the shooting?" you sighed frustrated.

"Why are you so obsessed with protecting him?" he asked his voice laced with annoyance.

"I'm not protecting him Dick. I'm saying our priority is to find the shooter."

"He probably has something to do with it." he said sharply. "We can't just ignore that possibility."

"Why would he--"

"To get closer to you Y/n." he interrupted coldly. "That's why."

"No Dick..." you began but then stopped. You knew he was right. You knew Barry Pierce's interest in you had nothing to do with your work. You were about to say something else when your phone rang. You saw it was Pierce. Dick raised an eyebrow at you. "It's him, isn't it?"

"Yes." you admitted reluctantly.

Dick sighed. "You should take it. It might be important."

"Okay then." you said taking the call. "Hello?"

"Y/n it's me." Barry said urgently. "I need to meet you. It's important."

Dick listened in silently as you spoke to Pierce. "What happened?" you asked. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes... I mean no... I mean..." he stammered. "Just meet me. At my club. As soon as possible."

You glanced at Dick who was watching you carefully. "Fine. We'll be there." you said ending the call.

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spookyboywhump · 7 months

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Day One- Sick

Hello! I'm going to do my absolute best to participate in @ailesswhumptober this year! I know I'm already late on day one but. better late than never asdfghjk

This is technically the third (and last) part of These Two pieces, however I wouldn't say they're especially necessary to read this one, just know Wren had an incident with some barbed wire and cold weather.

Fandom: OC's/Original Work

Word Count: 2,533

CW: pet whump, sick whump, emeto, mentions of infections, nonsexual- nudity

***

Something was wrong. Zander was used to waking up in the middle of the night, sometimes for no reason at all, but he woke up that night immediately feeling like something was just off. Almost instinctively, still half asleep, he sat up and looked around the darkened room, before finally looking down at Wren, finding the source of his unease.

Wren was still fast asleep, but he didn’t exactly look peaceful. He was curled up, arms pulled close to his chest, his eyes were squeezed shut tightly, like he was having a bad dream, and he was trembling. For a moment Zander thought he really was just having a nightmare, he hated to see him so distraught, but as he reached down to brush his hair back from his face he felt his forehead, he quickly realized the poor kid was absolutely burning up. His hair was soaked with sweat, Zander was immediately more awake and alert, his only priority taking care of Wren.

“Hey… kid, you need to wake up…” He said, gently shaking him awake. Normally he’d just let him rest but this felt really bad, he felt he needed to do something now. He knew Wren was a heavy sleeper, but after a bit of nudging him he finally stirred, opening his eyes and looking around the room, confused as to what was going on.

“Huh…? Wh-what’s wrong…?” He murmured, reaching over to push Zander’s hand away.

“You need to get up, come on.” He said softly, trying to help him into a sitting position, but Wren just seemed to be confused.

“Why…? ‘M tired… and I don’t… feel good…” He murmured, trying to lay back down, but Zander was already climbing out of bed to help him up.

“Wren, you’re burning up. You have a high fever and I need to cool you down, okay?” He told him. Wren seemed to understand him, or at least he understood that he was being very serious, and he allowed Zander to help him out of bed. He was swaying on his feet, Zander had to hold him steady to guide him to the bathroom. Once he had him under the light he could see just how flushed his face was, he was bright red and simply put, he looked completely out of it.

“Do you think you’ll be able to shower on your own?” Zander asked him, turning the shower on but letting the water stay cold.

“I… think I need help…” Wren said slowly. At least he understood what Zander was trying to do for him. “Will-will a shower help…?” He asked. His voice was hoarse, Zander wondered if his throat hurt too, but he needed to focus on just the one thing for now.

“It’s going to be cold, but it’s to bring your fever down. Are you alright with me helping?” He asked, and after thinking for a moment Wren nodded. He got undressed and Zander helped him into the shower, he immediately flinched away from the water but after taking a few moments to get used to it he relaxed. He had to kneel on the floor, too unsteady to support himself, and Zander took the showerhead down to help him better. While he mostly intended to cool him down, he was able to help him clean up as well, washing the sweat out of his hair and giving him some relief.

Once he was done he helped him out of the shower and helped him dry off, he mostly just helped him dry his hair though. The last thing he needed was him getting even sicker because he went back to bed with wet hair in a cold room. As it got colder outside their room would also get colder, he didn’t know what was wrong with the way it was built but it was never kept at a comfortable temperature like the rest of the house. Then again, that may have been intentional, he wouldn’t be surprised. He helped him get dressed, he could hardly stand on his own, and then let him get back into bed.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, I know you probably wanted to sleep, but… I was worried when I felt how hot you were…” Zander told him, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“It’s alright… thank you…” He murmured.

“Do you feel sick? Aside from the fever, I mean.” Zander said, putting the back of his hand to Wren’s cheek to check on him. He was still incredibly warm, the shower seemed to have brought it down a little bit but not by too much. He knew it wasn’t that far off that Wren might be sick, it was only a few days since Cain had left him out in the cold for hours, but still, he couldn’t help but worry about trying to take care of him when they really didn’t have any resources there in their cell.

“Hm… I’m cold now… and my throat hurts… feels like I’ve been swallowing sandpaper…” He yawned.

“Alright… Why don’t you try to get some more sleep, I’ll try asking Cain for help tomorrow, okay?” He told him, and Wren nodded.

“Will you lay with me…?” He asked.

“Of course.” Zander laid back down with him, Wren cuddled up close while Zander held him in his arms, waiting until Wren fell back asleep to finally drift off himself.

***

Wren woke up hours later, he thought the sleep would’ve done him some good but if anything he felt so much worse. He was hot again, he was sweating and his clothes and hair were sticking to him and he couldn’t stand it, hardly thinking as he kicked the blanket off him and pushed Zander’s arm away. That alone was enough to wake Zander, but Wren was already jumping out of bed, rushing to the bathroom, he knew exactly what would happen to him when he got sick. He’d dropped to his knees just in time to vomit into the toilet, he heard Zander come in behind him and soon felt his hand gently rubbing his back, trying to comfort him through it.

He still felt nauseous and sick even after he was finally done, sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest, his head on his knees. He was trembling so badly he didn’t think he could stand, but Zander stayed with him, and Wren appreciated that he was willing to keep him company no matter how unpleasant it was.

“Do… you feel better after that?” He asked him, and Wren shook his head, blinking back tears.

“I just feel like shit.” He muttered. He gave himself a few moments to recover before struggling to his feet, turning on the sink so he could rinse his mouth out and wash his hands. He still felt too hot and overwhelmed by everything, but he desperately hoped that was the last time that would have to happen.

He went back to their room and flopped down onto the bed, trying to calm himself down. Zander came and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at him sympathetically.

“Hey, when Cain comes in I’ll try to ask him for help, okay? He’s often more… charitable to me when I get sick, so I think I can convince him to do the same for you.” He told him.

“Yeah, but he-” He was interrupted by a coughing fit, bringing his arm up to cover his face, “He likes you more.” He finished, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t really thinking that hard about what he said, but it was how he felt. Usually he could reason that wasn’t true, Cain was harsh on Zander, he treated him differently but not nicely. In his miserable state though, all he could think about was how Zander could persuade Cain for better treatment, how Cain was charitable to Zander when he was sick, and how he’d beaten Wren senseless for absolutely nothing in the past.

“What?” Zander laughed. “Cain doesn’t like me.”

“He dislikes you a lot less than he dislikes me.” Wren shrugged.

“I’m sure he hates us both. Absolutely despises us, even.” Zander said, reaching up to brush Wren’s hair back from his forehead. Wren knew he was just trying to comfort him but he didn’t feel comforted, he just felt sad. Of course he had to get sick here, in this awful cell, in this awful place. He was thankful to have Zander with him, but at the same time he wanted to be at home. He wanted his bed, his stuffed animals, he wanted to take a long hot bath and eat his favorite comfort food. That wasn’t an option though, and that just made him all the more miserable.

While he laid there simply waiting for whatever was to come, he couldn’t help scratching at his arms. He was still covered in wounds from the barbed wire incident, it hadn’t been that long ago and while most had been reduced to scabs there were still some one his arms and legs that were constantly itching and irritating him, to the point he’d wake up with blood under his nails from scratching in his sleep. He knew it was bad, he knew he should leave it alone, but it drove him so crazy he couldn’t just ignore it.

“Wren- stop that.” Zander told him.

“Why? It hurts.” He told him, but Zander was already grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.

“Shit, how long has it been like this?” He asked, and Wren frowned, he didn’t know what he was so upset about. He looked at him arm, yeah that particular wound didn’t look great, it was red and swollen, he hadn’t given it a chance to heal with how often he was picking at it.

“It’s fine.” He told him, using his hand to cover it.

“It’s not fine, it looks infected. Shit, I should’ve helped you take care of it better.” He looked frustrated, and now Wren felt bad for not taking care of himself better. He didn’t have too much time to feel bad though, as the door opened and Cain stepped into the room, but he seemed to immediately notice something was off.

“What’s wrong with the pup?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“He’s sick.” Zander told him. “He needs help, he’s had a fever all night, he threw up earlier, and now it looks like he has an infection…” He said, but Cain was already approaching to assess the situation for himself. He pressed his hand against Wren’s face and Wren almost wanted to lean into his touch, for once he welcomed how cold Cain’s hands were.

“Shit, he is warm… Do you think this is making him sick, like what happened to you?” Cain asked, kneeling down to get a better look at Wren’s arm.

“I don’t know… it doesn’t look as bad as that, right?” Zander asked. Wren kept quiet and simply let them discuss him and his condition, he didn’t love it but he didn’t see any sense in fighting it either.

“Not, but you never know… I’ll get him something for the fever and something to eat later on, and I’ll see if Andrew has time to come look at this, okay?” Cain said, standing back up. He left the door open when he left, and Wren was shocked that he actually planned to do anything at all; he hardly knew what to think of it, just looking at Zander in disbelief.

“Is he… actually worried…?” He asked him.

“He doesn’t like dealing with infected injuries… after the one I had, I don’t think he wants to risk it.” Zander told him.

“What happened to you…?” He asked. Zander lifted his shirt, pointing out the scar across his chest.

“That one was from a whip. I didn’t take care of it and not only did it get infected, but I got really sick, I actually had to stay and let Andrew watch me for a few days.” He told him, pulling his shirt back down. Wren shuddered, he didn’t want it to get that bad. He almost hoped the cold symptoms were completely unrelated, that there wasn’t any infection and there was nothing to worry about. He was already miserable all the time, he didn’t want to deal with his body attacking him as well.

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Cain did what he said he would do, he brought him some over the counter medicine he had for Wren to take to bring his fever down, and even left some so he could retake it hours later, and later on in the day he brought him some warm soup. It was oddly kind from Cain, and somewhat off-putting, but Wren appreciated it nonetheless. He would rather have that than nothing at all.

Andrew wasn’t able to come see him till the next day, which Wren thought would be fine, but by the time he got there, Wren felt so much worse. Everyone agreed he still had a fever, but he was so cold now, he was shivering so violently his muscles ached, his entire body felt sore. Andrew was being gentle as always as he looked him over, but Wren was still trying his hardest to hold back tears, he was just tired of feeling so terrible.

“I think he just has a cold, you don’t need to worry much about that.” Andrew said, more to Cain and Zander than to Wren.

“What about his arm? Does that look infected?” Cain asked.

“I don't think it's that severe, but if he keeps scratching at it he could risk getting a staph infection. I brought stuff for him just in case, keep an eye on it and make sure it doesn’t get any worse.” He sighed, standing up from where he knelt beside the bed. “I don’t think it’s as serious as what happened to Zander, but you can’t be leaving him out there in the cold, you already don’t take care of his health very well, I’m not the least bit surprised he got sick from that alone.”

“Oh whatever, if he’ll be fine then it doesn’t matter.” Cain rolled his eyes, immediately becoming defensive the moment Andrew tried to tell him what to do. While Wren was thankful Andrew would try to vouch for him like that, he wasn’t surprised that Cain brushed him off like that. He also wouldn’t be surprised if this happened to him again. When he got sick, he got sick, it had been like that his entire life, if this kind of treatment from Cain continued then he very likely would end up this ill again.

Once Andrew was done with looking him over, Cain left the room with him to walk him to the door, leaving Zander and Wren alone once again. Though he still felt terrible, he also felt like he was finally able to relax. It was nothing life threatening, he would be fine, he’d survive a simple cold of course, but just like everything else since he’d come here, he’d be miserable the entire time he endured it.

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maries-gallery · 9 months

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I’m predictable but does Rio Ortiz and Acts of Service sound good? 🫣 (I hope you’re doing well! Sending much love to you 💖💖💖)

PLEASE I LOVE THAT WE ARE BOTH PREDICATBLE ON OUR RIO SUPREMACY CARD! But please yes, oh god, Acts of Service sound so good for him. Honestly I see him as having all five of them but he is definitely huge on that one.

Sending you all the love too <3 And hope you're taking care!

genre: fluff, hints of comfort

warnings: none

Rio always makes it his number one priority to help and support you in whichever way he can, whenever he can and as much as he can. Not only because he feels indebted to you for saving his life and giving him a taste of humanity, but also because he wants to.

He wants to take care of you, to support you and to show his love for you through any way he can. Speaking about his love for you is not enough, nor is showering you in kisses and gentle gestures or spending every waking hour by your side. Rio needs to show you with actions.

After all, isn't that what loving someone is all about? To make the burden of everyday life a bit easier and lighter on their shoulders? To help them navigate through life and stand by their side to hold them close in front of adversity?

So Rio never misses an occasion to do just that, his love for you bleeding in every little thing he does. And more often than not you don’t even have to speak the words for Rio to serve, knowing exactly what you need, when and why.

You call this a sixth sense, he calls it love. A love that stretches so far and wide nothing can stand between him and your needs. As Rio knows you too well, like the back of his hand, for anything to escape his attentive gaze.

Often this translates into him helping you with your work. Doing research in the background, giving you pieces of knowledge and information he has gathered on your behalf, filing papers for you when you’re overwhelmed by other tasks or taking care of your work when you are sick.

Simply because he never wants for you to overwork yourself, not if he can help it.

“I’ve got this. Focus on the issues at hand and I’m taking care of the rest.” He reassures you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “And remember, there is nothing you can’t do!”

He also enjoys drawing you a bath at the end of a long and tiring day, helping you unwind with warm water and sweet scented bubbles, his hands on your shoulders working at the tension in your sinews.

And he loves how your lips part in a blissful sigh, how you lean in his touch and let yourself go, the troubles of today vanishing into thin air.

“Just let it go, my love.” Rio whispers in your ear, dutiful fingers massaging your shoulders and arms, “You’ve had a rough day and your Rio is here to make it all better!”

You chuckle at this, the sound welling up in the air and filling his ears like an angel’s bell. The most lovely sound and one that never fails to make his heart swell.

He also loves cleaning the house for you, washing the dishes, organizing and dusting. Of course Rio does not like cleaning, much like anyone else, but he loves it when it is for you. When it guarantees him that you’ll come home with a smile on your face and a peaceful mind. Not having to worry about this and that after a busy day.

And sometimes he even cooks for you to welcome you with your favourite dish, a cheerful smile on his face as he puts the plate down in front of you, pink gingham apron still tied around his waist. Proud of his work and eager for you to have a taste.

The door opens to the comforting scent of food cooking in the kitchen, your lover hard at work as he expertly runs through a recipe you know all too well. Your joy only grows when Ri turns his head to you, a bright smile adorning his lips.

“Oh you’re right in time for dinner!” He greets you with a light kiss to your forehead, helping you out of your coat. “Now sit down and let me do the work, it’s almost ready!”

So you do, sitting on the kitchen counter to watch him and tell him about your day. Your heart warm with the prospect of a good meal and the knowledge you are loved. The knowledge that someone loves you enough to go out of their way to make your life a bit easier.

But on especially hard days, helping you also looks like just sitting by your side and listening to you, to your thoughts and what troubles you, letting you cry in his arms and rubbing soothing circles on your back as he holds you tight.

It is letting you know he is here, no matter the circumstances. That he is here for you and no one else. And that he is here to stay, even on bad days. When you smile, laugh or cry.

“You can talk to me, you know? In fact I want you to come to me when something troubles you, because then I can help.” He says, holding your hands in his as the two of you sit on the bed, eyes darkened by a determination you sometimes forgot he possessed. A determination he often displayed when it came to you and your well being.

“I’m sorry, I just-”

He presses a gentle finger to your lips, “Don’t. Don’t apologize for this. Just let me help you, okay?”

And you do, much like he lets you help him when in times of need.

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Build me Up, Break me Down (Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 10 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 11

Summary : Something awful happens and loki comes to a realisation

Trigger warning : Graphic description of rape, physical assault, violence

"Why is the mortal not suffering through this charade? Why just me?" Loki huffed as Thor took him on another day of play pretend. He was shoved in a room full of people prodding him from everywhere.

"She's not our priority, you are, so focus on what they are telling you" Thor answered him and Loki glared in response. He almost uttered that you were his priority in this tower, but he kept quiet to not bring more teasing from Thor.

"Good morning guys" Samantha walked towards him and Thor left after wishing her a good day. She took off his jacket and then his shirt

"What are you doing?" Loki raised one of his brows and she glared at him

"My job, now shut up" his jaw clenched at the tone of her voice. She put a black shirt on him, and then a black coat followed.

"Mind your language, you are all beneath me" he huffed and she rolled her eyes in response. She should be scared of him, he could drive her insane with a flick of his fingers, she was lucky he was trying to rebuild his image for the foolish people of earth.

When he went back to his room, he took a shower, all those people touching him made him feel grimy. When he stepped out he looked at you, you were reading a magazine? You haven't said a word to him until now and that wasn't like you, normally he had to scold you to shut up.

"Did you feed yourself?" He asked you so you looked at him, he was staring at you while struggling with getting his legs inside the jeans

"I did, did you?" You asked him and he shook his head

"I'm going to, want to accompany me?" You couldn't believe your ears as he said that, was he inviting you to spend time with him?

"Ummm okay yeah" you mumbled and got up, you both accidentally were twinning. He was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, the same as you. You walked side by side to him, but his steps were so fucking big you had to brisk in order to catch up with him.

"Can you walk slowly please?"

"What did you say?" He stopped and turned his head to look at you, he looked so pretty with his hair slicked back from the wet shower, you just wanted to kiss him and do more, you missed doing that with him

"Ummm can you walk a little slower please?" you mumbled again and he huffed then he started walking again. You mumbled a thank you as you realized he had listened to you. You went to the kitchen and made a sandwich for him, Steve walked in at the same time to make his protein shake so you smiled at him

"Hi..good evening y/n" he said to you making your face flushed. He was so nice to you, you didn't understand why but it felt good.

"Good Evening Mr America" you squeezed your eyes at the blunder and Loki was drilling a hole in your back as he watched the pathetic attempt at the flirtation of two midgardians.

"You can just call me Steve" he moved around the kitchen to get whatever he needed for the shake, his eyes met with Loki and they both had a brief staring contest

"I.. I'll keep that in mind, Mister Rogers" you mumbled and before he could say anything else, Loki grabbed your arms and walked you out of the kitchen, his hold was too strong it was starting to hurt a little but you didn't say anything. As you both stepped inside the room he let go of you, then he laid down on his bed ignoring your presence like always. About an hour later, Natasha informed you both that Tony was holding a private party in the lounge, your room was filled with people in a minute, Loki was being dressed up in a black suit, a girl was fixing his hair, the girl from last night was there too and you hated watching her.

"What am I going to wear?" You asked Natasha and she looked at you up and down

"Nothing you're not invited" your eyes teared up as she said that, of course you're not invited.

"I thought my job was to keep an eye on him" you mumbled and she glared at you

"We are all going to be there, you're not needed, wait for your next instruction"

When Loki got ready, all the people left including Natasha, he couldn't stop pulling on the tie,

"Bloody hell, this is suffocating me" he huffed in frustration so you walked closer to him and loosen the tie then you unbuttoned the top button and fixed his tie back to the place

"Better?" You asked him as you stepped away from him

"It is, thank you darling, why are you not getting all prepped?" He asked you and you sat down on the couch

"I'm not invited, they don't need me there" he looked at you as he gave you a nod, it's just a party why won't they want you there?

Once he reached the lounge, he had all eyes on him, everyone looked at him, the cameras flashed and he was blinded by the bright light. Tony walked over to him and introduced him as an addition to the team, he was asked several questions and he said what they asked him to say, he was finally allowed to breathe after a while, he couldn't help but notice how women were gawking at him, a tall blonde model walked towards him and sat down next to him while he was enjoying his alcoholic drink in peace

"Hey handsome" she twirled her fingers in her hair so he turned to look at her "I'm Suzzanah with a z" she giggled and he raised his brows

"I'm Loki, with a L" he was mocking her tone but it went over her head, she kept flirting with him, her hand roamed over his chest then she finally dared to run her fingers between his legs

"What do you want?" He asked her seemingly uninterested but if she was eager to get in his bed, he wouldn't deny her

"Whatever you need" she winked at him, so he stood up and gave his hand out, she quickly grabbed him and he walked her towards the room. He was trying to distract himself from the fact that he had even miniscule amount of feelings for you, he didn't care, he shouldn't have to. Sure you were nice to him last night and he felt a moment of weakness but he wouldn't allow it to deter him from the fact that you're just a mortal. He's a god.

As he stumbled inside the room with a tall beautiful giggling model in his arms, you got up and looked at him

"You want to watch? You can.. I don't mind" he told you, so you walked past him and stepped out of the room, he noticed how hurt your eyes seemed but he didn't care. He absolutely didn't care about it.

"Strip for me Suzzanah" he told her as he sat down on the bed, she took her dress off slowly,

"Who was that chick?" She asked him while she stauntered towards him

"She's .. she's nobody" she pushed him down on the bed, then he flipped her around, he can fuck her and forget about you atleast for an hour because you're always here and it's really hard for him to escape you.

You wiped your tears as you walked out of the bedroom, you felt hurt and heartbroken, you didn't have any right to feel so but it still killed you to see him with someone else, you found an empty room and went inside, then you laid down on the bed, allowing the tears to flow freely from your eyes. Music was blaring in the lounge on the other side. You heard the bathroom door opening so you sat up instantly, a man came out and he looked at you

"I'm so sorry I didn't know this room was occupied" you stood up and he smiled at you. It was one of the agents, you recognised him

"It's alright I just had to use the bathroom, wasn't expecting a pretty lady waiting on the bed, my name is Brock" he walked towards you and you took a step back, you just knew he wasn't the type of man you could trust. He also seemed drunk

"Okay Mr. Brock I would go now" you tried to scurry away but he grabbed your arm and pulled you into him

"Where do you think you're going?" The fear creeped in every fiber of your body as he pushed you on the bed. You tried to get up and run past him but he was a lot stronger than you.

"Please just let me go..I ..just let me go please" he got on top of you, you have been in the spot a countless times and you didn't want it to happen to you again, you slapped his face and tried to scratch him, you were doing everything you could to get out of his clutches.

"Please stop, please I'm begging you" you cried and pleaded with him hoping that he'd show you some mercy but he didn't stop. You struggled against him and that's when he slapped you hard, it almost knocked you out

"I know who you are y/n.. Lindsay told me all about it, nobody will miss you if you're gone, now keep quiet and take me like the whore you are, this is all you are good for" you weeped as he hit you again with the back of his gun, splitting your lower lip open then he pulled the gun over your head, you felt frozen and you felt so scared for your life. This is not how you wanted to die, even after everything that has happened to you, you have tried your best to move on and live this life that was given to you, your mother would want that for you, you knew that.

The tears kept flowing as you felt him inside you, you just wanted him to be done with it, you had no energy to push him off or fight him anymore. He didn't last very long and you felt grateful for that, he came inside you too, Lindsay did get you on the pills after she rescued you. He got up and fixed his clothes, you sat up and tried to button your shirt but it was ripped. He suddenly gripped your hair in his head and your eyes widened as he placed his finger on the trigger of the gun.

"A word of this to anyone and I'd wipe your whole existence off do you understand?" You nodded frantically and he slapped you again, he turned around to leave but then he came back and took out something from his pocket, he grabbed your hand and placed a dollar on your hand

"That's all you're worth. Even less but unfortunately I don't have a change" you didn't react to him, you didn't want him to get angry and hurt you further. You just stared at the dollar bill and heard his footsteps walking away, you felt numb and broken, all over again.

......

"Yess yess yess oh god I have never been fucked so good" Loki kept going and he felt the woman under him cumming around him. Again. He couldn't help but think of you even in such a moment, he didn't know why but he had an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. When he was done he quickly went to the bathroom to shower, as he stepped out, she was dressing herself up.

"That was amazing" she giggled and he gave her a fake smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck, she was tall enough and with the assistance of her heels she could reach him easily

"So when can we do this again?" She asked him and before he could answer he heard the door opening, you walked in and looked at him for a second, you were holding your shirt together with your hands, then you went to the bathroom.

"Get out" he told her and she gasped, then she stormed out. He followed you but you had already locked the door, what happened to you? You seemed hurt. He had an awful feeling about this

You sat down in the bathtub and pulled the curtain off its hatch, then you wrapped it on yourself to feel a semblance of protection around you. You heard the knocking on the door but you had no energy or will to deal with him right now.

When you didn't open the door, he teleported himself in the bathroom and his eyes teared up as he looked at your state. Your lip was bleeding, you had bruises all over your face and your whole body was shaking. You had your head down on the edge of the tub with the curtain wrapped around you like a duvet

"Y/n ? Who did this to you?" He walked closer to you and sat down on the tub, he could see the mark of fingers on your face, if it was that agent again he'd kill her. You didn't answer him, you flinched and tried to hide yourself from him instead.

"Hey hey ..look at me darling" he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up slowly, he brought you back to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed.

"Let me see alright, let me fix you" you kept crying, the softness of his voice almost made you want to curl up in a ball and cry, you felt the pain subsiding as he ran his fingers through the bruises and the cuts. He felt like an asshole, he was fucking a woman here while someone was hurting you. He promised to take care of you.

"Where else have you been hurt, darling?" He took the curtain off your body and that's when he realized what has happened with you, he felt his blood boiling at the notion, he was supposed to take care of you. He promised you.

"Who did this to you? Tell me his name" his eyes teared up and jaw clenched, it's all his fault, you would have been safe here, you wouldn't have left if it wasn't for him bringing that woman here. You didn't say, you just kept sobbing. This wouldn't happen if you were stronger, that's how you felt

"Please talk to me sweetheart" he whispered again

"It's okay..it's okay I deserve it..I'm just a whore afterall" you opened your fist and revealed the dollar bill he gave you, then you started sobbing like a child. He instantly pulled you into his arms, he was angry, so livid and he wanted to murder someone, he wouldn't breathe in peace until he has found the man responsible for this and hurt him until he's begging him to just kill him.

After a while he pulled away and cupped your cheeks, you were not even looking at him, you felt ashamed and so weak.

"Look at me darling..hey look here" you looked up at him as he said that.

"You're not a whore, and you don't deserve such monstrosity being inflicted upon you, do you hear me? I'm sorry darling, I'm so sorry..I'm sorry I didn't protect you" he hugged you tightly again, he couldn't stop his own tears as he looked at your vacant state of mind, he couldn't even imagine being in your shoes right now. He felt responsible for letting one more man hurt you like that. He felt like a failure.

He held you until he felt your sobs dissipating and your breathing getting back to normal, he caressed your head then he laid you down on the bed, he conjured a fluffy blanket and wrapped you in it, he laid down next to you and you looked at him

"I can go back to the couch" you said meekly and he caressed your cheek with his fingers

"Who did this to you?" He asked again and you feared answering him, you didn't want him to get in trouble because of you

"It's okay..I'm okay" you mumbled and he kissed your forehead

"Tell me his name darling, If you won't, I'll get in your head and find out myself" he said to you softly, he didn't want to intimidate you but he was burning with rage and he had to do something about it, he had to avenge.

"Brock, I think he's one of the agents, please don't get in trouble because of me" you grabbed his hand and he linked his fingers with yours, the moment felt too intimate for him, not in a physical sense but emotionally. However he didn't care about that, all he wanted to do was take care of you and then crush the skull of this Brock bastard.

"I won't, you want to sleep?" He asked you and you shook your head

"I'm going to take a shower, I feel dirty" you got up and went to the bathroom, Loki got dressed up and he put the coat on, he didn't bother with the tie. He made his way back to the lounge to find this rapist asshole,

"Who's Brock? He's one of the agents" He asked Thor and Thor looked at him confused

"Why are you asking?"

"Just tell me"

Thor pointed towards a man at the bar, flirting with some other woman. His jaw clenched as he headed towards the bar, his large angry sides made Thor nervous, he had a bad feeling about this so he followed Loki.

He grabbed Brock by holding his collar and punched him right in the face, making him bleed instantly. Then he used his seidr to attack him, everyone around seemed shocked and some people ran away because they felt scared he was going to terrorise earth again.

"Loki what are you doing you fool?" Thor grabbed him but that didn't stop him from using his charm, he used the enchantment spell and made Brock smash his own head on the hall over and over again.

"Brother stop what are you doing"

"He raped her, that bastard ..raped her" his eyes teared up and Thor looked at him shocked, he eased his grip on loki.

He didn't want Brock to die, he wanted to torture him, he wanted him to feel the same pain he gave you,

"Stark get that man arrested" Thor told Tony and Brock was taken away before Loki would kill him, this wasn't the end, Loki swore to himself that he'd kill this man, he wouldn't let him exist after what he has done with his mortal.

"Is lady y/n alright?" Thor asked him and Loki wiped his tears

"What do you think brother, what do you think?" He screamed and then stormed out of the lounge, another scandal was brewing and Tony facepalmed as he realized he'd have to up the pr game to keep this news in the walls of the tower.

When Loki went back to the room, he found you all bundled up on the couch so he quickly lifted you up and brought you back to the bed.

"Where did you go?" You asked him as he undressed. He put on a pair of pants and a shirt, he didn't want to sleep naked next to you and trigger something but he wanted you to feel warm and safe.

"Just had to go back for something, you want to sleep now?" He asked you softly and you nodded. He laid down next to you, and you scooted closer to him, he was the only man who has ever made you feel safe around him. You loved the feeling of safety you had with him. He engulfed you tightly and caressed your back gently

"You can talk to me if you want" he told you as he felt you playing with his t-shirt.

"Can you take this off please? If you're okay with it?" You asked him and he nodded, he snapped his fingers and the fabric was gone, you hummed as you felt his skin. He felt warm and soft, he felt safe.

"Thank you Loki" you mumbled as you placed your head between the crook of his neck. His eyes teared up again, he failed you and you were thanking him for that. He'd never forgive himself for allowing another man to harm you like this, letting someone else taint your precious little existence. He wanted to apologize again and again but he knew you'd forgive him or you'd just tell him that it wasn't his fault, but he felt responsible.

Worst part is he could feel that something was wrong with you, he has never had his instincts screaming at him like this before but somehow he could feel the blaring voice in his head and instead of following that voice, he ignored it. He snapped out of his thoughts as he felt your lips on his neck, as much as he enjoyed it, he was extremely worried about your state of mind

"Darling darling.. my darling what are you doing sweetheart" he mumbled in your ears as he flipped you underneath him, his voice was whispery, so velvety, it made you feel so warm. He pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, you were just staring at him all wide eyed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" you mumbled meekly and your eyes teared up

"What do you need? Tell me, I'm here for you okay? You have me" he whispered as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly

"Makee me forget please..I ..I just want to forget, it feels nice when you touch me, because.." you sniffled and your voice choked

"Because I know you won't hurt me, you'd never hurt me like that" he kissed you as soon as you finished your words.

He never wanted to, he never wanted to hurt you, or have them hurt you again but he was going to fail like he did today.

He always fails.

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