#but i really do just want a hug from tha big man..

[nevadancitizen]

“apologies”

synopsis: after dying for the nth time, you finally get some alone time with mark to apologize for everything you’ve done. 

word count: 1.6k 

characters: head engineer! mark, captain! reader, doc mitchell from “fallout: new vegas” MWAOICNOV

trigger warnings: guns, infinite time loop, mark and reader being shot and dying but then being not dead

notes: i literally wrote this in two days while high as fuck and still am god bless markipler

The first thing you felt was Mark’s body underneath you, his chest slowly rising and falling. Your close proximity would’ve been very comfortable if not for the second thing you felt: unimaginable pain shooting from the side of your head down into your spine. It was as if lightning had taken up residence in your brain, but was still looking for suitable locations in the rest of your body. 

There were men arguing. Shouldn’t you be able to hear them? Their words were more like boiling water under a pot lid, the muttering of something you can’t quite hear. 

Mark shifted underneath you. You felt the pain start to subside. Don’t misunderstand, the pain was still very real and still very much torturous: it was just that you had started to get used to the feeling of an electric drill being taken to your brain. 

“Captain? Captain, what’s happening?” Mark said. He started to struggle, kicking his feet against the ground in an attempt to sit up. He only stopped when you started cursing at him. 

“Hey, cut the gas!” a voice cut through the fog of pain. “I don’t wanna listen to you whine.”

“Really?” another voice said. “You gonna talk ‘em to death before you shoot ‘em?”

You managed to turn your head just far enough to see who was talking. There were three men, one dressed in a checkered suit, the two others dressed in dirty leather clothes and bandannas. They were talking amongst themselves, but still kept an eye on you and Mark. 

Slowly, you rested your head back on Mark’s body while still facing the men. “Mark, do you know them?”

“No,” Mark said. “I… I don’t.”

“I said to quit talking,” the man in the checkered suit said. 

The man on his left turned to him and fidgeted with his fingernails. “Would you just get it over with?”

Checkered-suit didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder. “Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain’t a fink, dig?”

You looked at him in disbelief. What was this man even trying to say? Were the other two men Khans? What the hell were Khans, anyway? 

Your attention was brought back to checkered-suit when he pulled a shiny poker chip out of his inside breast pocket. Something about that chip was familiar. You felt Mark’s breath hitch underneath you. He must’ve recognized it, too. 

Checkered-suit looked at the chip, turning and looking at it from different angles in his hand. “You’ve made your last delivery, kids. Sorry you both got twisted up in this scene.”

The two other men were almost balking at him, waiting impatiently for something to happen. Checkered-suit put the chip back and pulled out a gun. 

You knew what they were waiting for. 

“From where you’re layin’, it must seem like an eighteen-carat run of bad luck.”

The man on the left looked away. You weakly grasped at Mark’s coveralls. Mark grabbed your wrist back. Checkered-suit readied his aim. 

“The truth is… the game was rigged from the start.” 

You could barely register the shots that rang out before you crashed into the unknown black. 

Waking up, still drunk from dying, wasn’t the best experience. The ceiling swam and your head throbbed even worse than before. The lightning had moved in and created a beautiful little family for itself. 

A hand grasped your own. You hummed at the touch before shooting up, tearing your hand away. 

You were laid in a tiny bed next to Mark. He was between awake and asleep, groaning and screwing up his eyes at the light. His hand was, apparently, searching for yours. It stopped searching after a few seconds. A dirty and bloodied bandage was wrapped around his head. You reached up and touched your own bandage, skimming your fingers over the gauze. 

Had the man really shot you? Had he dared to shoot Mark?

There were footsteps behind you. You turned to see an older man, his hands up, approaching the bed. 

“You’re awake,” the man said. “How about that.”

You looked at him and tried to talk. Your tongue was concrete in your mouth and your teeth were hot, molded-together plastic. 

Your eyes darted around the room frantically. You started to get up, but the man rushed over and pushed you back down. 

“Woah, easy there, easy,” he said. “You both been out cold a couple days now. Why don’t you relax a second, get your bearings? Maybe your friend will wake up too.”

You tried humming words and mouthing them for a second. Eventually, you managed to rasp out a “yeah.” 

Mark would’ve looked peaceful while he slept if not for the excessive bruising and bandaging. How did he survive a bullet to the head? Hell, how did you?

“I’m Doc Mitchell,” the man said. “We’re in a town called Goodsprings. Now, I hope you don’t mind, but I had to go rootin’ around in your noggin to get all the bits of lead out. Some animal banged on my window and I nearly lobotomized the other one.”

Doc Mitchell laughed until it seemed like he realized that he actually could’ve lobotomized Mark. It wasn’t funny anymore. 

Still, it didn’t really shock you to hear that you had died. Again. You hummed, tracing Mark’s jaw. He sighed at the touch, leaning into it ever so slightly. You really hoped he would wake up: sure, you had seen him die many times now, but it never gets any easier. Both of you were lucid and awake for every death, fully aware of every second of suffering. It might be labeled selfish, but you didn’t want Mark to die. You didn’t want to die.

“Anyway. I take pride in my needlework, but you better tell me if I left anything outta place,” Doc Mitchell said. There was an unsaid suggestion that said he might’ve stabbed you insane. 

You tapped the palm of your hand with the side of the other in a sign telling him to stop. Mark hadn’t even opened his eyes yet, just writhed so weakly on the bed. Why was this man so eager to get you up and running? So he could say that his operation to bring people back from the dead had a fifty-fifty chance of success? 

“Leave,” you rasped out. “We need… privacy.”

Doc Mitchell looked to the side and sighed. “Well… I guess I could leave you alone for a few minutes. I just need to check in to make sure that you don’t die.”

You nodded and watched him leave the room, which actually wasn’t really a room because the whole house was connected. But still, you appreciated he didn’t mention that. 

Mark huffed in his somewhat-awake-sleep. It seemed like he was trying to wake up, like the jerky movements from his fingers were an attempt to say I’m alive, Captain, don’t mourn me just yet. You laid a hand on his chest and felt him breathe, then took him by his coveralls and shook him as hard as you could. A few pieces might come loose, but that would just make him the same way he was before. 

“Mark, you idiot.” you strained your throat to say. “We die together or we don’t die at all. Wake up!”

Mark’s eyes flew open, then focused on you. He grabbed at your arms, patting them to make sure you were actually there. He tried to talk, but all that came out was strained gibberish. 

“We got shot,” you said over his blubbering.

Mark stopped. He took his arms away from yours, and just sat, looking around at the room. Something was going on in that head of his – besides the slow healing of his brain, of course. 

“We… got shot,” he repeated. His voice was as equally dry and raspy as yours. It almost hurt to hear. “And we’re still here?”

You nodded. “I think we should stay. For a while.”

Mark looked exhausted. He was still bloody and bruised from everything that supposedly happened in the past few days. He closed his eyes and leaned into you. 

Tears started to brim at your eyes. You wrapped your arms around him and let your weight rest against him. Had this reality only come to fruition so you could realize what a shit job you’re doing at protecting your crew? Mark didn’t need to get shot for that. 

“Captain,” Mark whispered, “I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Don’t,” you said. A tear slipped down your face and spattered on Mark’s coveralls. “Why are you trying to apologize? I’m sorry. Sorry for… for everything.”

The reasons you wanted to apologize wiggled and squirmed like a tapeworm on a hot skillet in your head. Their mouths were taped, practically glued shut, and yet they were still biting at their rusty-tasting lips, so that maybe they could say something through a little hole. But the tape was wide, and the glue had a grip of iron. Their mouths had grown shut. 

You could apologize for everything in the world, and it still would not be enough. What had happened to you? Why can’t you just apologize?

“I want to go home,” you said instead. “Back on the ship. That’s home.”

Mark sucked in a breath and shuddered as he sobbed. His breath was hot against your neck, tears soaking into your coveralls. “We’re… we’re going home soon. Trust me, Captain.”

“Thank you, Mark.” you squeezed him tighter. “Truly, thank you.”

#riptide writes 🌊 #my friends are getting tired of me talking about markiplier so tumblr is subjected to this torture instead #but i really do just want a hug from tha big man.. #ALSO FUCK MACK!!!!!! MARK SUPREMACY #markiplier #in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm x reader #in space with markiplier x reader #markiplier x reader #engineer mark #engineer mark x reader #space mark #space mark x reader

[algea]

soooo…

Lars Pinfield.

yeah he can be a massive prick and has said a few mean things to you in the past, but since you've been gone Lars has seemed to lighten up. That was, until you came back.

you always thought Lars was attractive, but you never truly were attractive until you came back after you graduated college. Winston let you hang around the lab to assist your dad in work, so you saw Lars almost everyday. That was, until you went off to college and got an internship with a company that worked with unusual deaths and phenomenons. That sent you away for about 6 years, but you always kept in touch with your father, Ray, Winston, and Phoebe. After 6 years, someone can really change. And that’s what you did. You matured and grew, creating a strong, independent individual. You halfway hoped didn’t expect that Lars was going to be there. You walked through the old aquarium’s hall, silently freaking out. You stood at the door, questioning whether you should actually enter the room.

“you going in or just gonna stand there like a statue?” You heard a girls voice ask. You turn to see a girl with white dreads standing behind you. “I’m just uh…I’m just indecisive.” You reply, giving a half smile.

“about what?” She asks.

“well, I haven’t been back in 6 years, so it’ll be weird for everyone.” You mutter, fidgeting nervously.

“I’ll walk in with you so it makes less of a scene, is that ok? I’m Lucky, by the way.” Lucky smiled.

“Y/N.” You replied back, shaking her hand. She swiped her keycard and the doors opened. Through the slight mist the doors emitted, you could make out the vastly changed lab. Lucky patted your shoulder and led the way. You first searched for your dad, whom you spotted in his office. You walked up to the window and looked through at him, waiting a few seconds before he recognized who you were. Peter rushed to the door and flung it opened, attacking you with a big bear hug. You laughed and hugged him back, a few tears slipping through your eyes.

“I’ve missed you so much dad. I wish I could’ve talked to you every single day.” You cried.

“I know. I mean who wouldn’t want to talk to me everyday, I'm just SO awesome." Peter replied. You scoffed and grinned. You pulled away from your dad and glanced around the room. After briefly scanning, your eyes settled on a man with blond hair, looking intently at a computer.

"Is that...?" You whisper to your dad, quietly motioning towards the man.

"Who? That nerd? Yeah, that's him." Peter confirmed, rolling his eyes slightly. You felt your cheeks heat up at the comment and a bashful smile ghosted your lips.

"Go talk to him." Peter said, giving you a wink and walking back into his office. You turned and combed your fingers through your hair, making sure it looked ok before you talked to him. You were nervous. So so nervous. You combed your hands through your hair a few times, making sure you looked fine. Finally, you started slowly walking towards him.

He was so engulfed in whatever he was doing, it was almost cute when he muttered to himself whatever he was calculating. You really didn't want to disturb him. You really just wanted to turn around and walk right out because you were so nervous as to how he would react.

"Oh, who are you? Why are you in here?" You heard him call. You frozen in place, heartbeat racing. You turned to him and said,

"Hey Lars.."

Lars' eyebrows knit together, lips parting in confusion.

"You really don't remember me? It's only been 6 years." You mutter, fidgeting with a button on your sleeve while looking down at the ground.

"Oh, my God. Is that you, Y/N?" Lars whispers. His blue eyes search your face, finding familiarities that he once saw before. He slowly stood, setting down the goggles he had in his hand. He made his way to stand in front of you, his frame towering down over you. He hesitantly reached up, the tips of his fingers brushing under your jaw.

"You got a lot less ugly." He stated. You sighed, dropping your head slightly.

"I don't mean that in a bad way at all." Lars quickly explained, tipping your head to look back up at him. This moment of softness was immediately replaced with insults as he slipped his hand to your neck and kissed you. You felt insulted because he didn't do that until now. Why, why didn't he do it until now? It was unfair how he had the ability to do it, but you felt stupid and weak because you couldn't ever tell him how you felt. But at that moment, you felt so insulted that you enjoyed it. It was perfect, even though you were probably being watched by the rest of the entire staff there, it was perfect.

"Yeah, well the universe doesn't revolve around you." You mutter, wrapping your hand softly around his wrist.

"I'd rather it not because then I'd have to deal with you all the time." Lars smiled, brushing his lips against yours softly one more time.

"Whatever, but you still owe me an apology for being so mean to me before." You snickered.

"Sorry, I don't hand out free apologies like that." He scoffed, sitting back down. You were ok with that because you had secretly forgiven him. In the background, Ray was sighing and handing Peter a $20. What could've been better? Busting ghosts by yourself, or busting ghosts with a hot nerd (I'd choose the latter)?

#lars pinfield #lars pinfield x reader #ghostbusters #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters x reader

[sunsetforsvt]

"Hello Kitty lemonade"

photo credits: @shua-ssi!

established relationship, angst;

warning: sorry for any typos, unfortunately i'm not fluent in english :(

The delicious smell of coffee invades your nostrils as you enter your favorite coffee shop. Today the weather was perfect for a cold drink and you couldn't wait for your boyfriend to arrive, so you could continue the tradition of always choosing something new from the menu.

Sitting at a table near a large glass window, you enjoy the last rays of the afternoon sun while admiring the orange sunset. The landscape in front of you is lush, but your distraction doesn't last long before someone sits down in the chair opposite you.

"Y/N? Wow, it's been a long time! I can't believe I found you here!" You hear an excited voice and your eyes widen when you realize who it is.

"Ahreum? Oh my God, I miss you! You look so different! I haven't seen you since college." You look at him in surprise as you put your hand to your mouth.

"Yes, it's been a long time!" She laughs softly as she settles back into her chair. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You give a shy smile and feel your cheeks flush at the mention of him. "Look, he's here!" The excitement is in your voice as you wave to your boyfriend.

Dino gives a big smile as he walks towards her, frowning as he notices a girl sitting in front of him.

"Hi love." You give him a big smile as you hug him tightly. "This is Ahreum, my best friend from college."

"Nice to meet you." Dino says shyly as he offers his hand in greeting.

"Likewise." Your friend shakes your boyfriend's hand briefly while turning to you. "Y/N, I didn't realize your boyfriend was such a brat. He looks so young, he could easily pass for your younger brother."

"Stop being annoying, Ahreum!" You roll your eyes as you realize that your friend is still just as annoying as ever. Ahreum has always had a bad temper, and your friendship only lasted so long because of your ability to ignore your friend's ridiculous attitudes.

"I want to order something to drink, I'm thirsty!" You pull your boyfriend over to sit next to you, picking up the menu so you can both carefully choose a meal.

"Dino, what do you think of hibiscus iced tea? It has a beautiful color, very eye-catching." You show the menu to your boyfriend, who takes a serious look at your suggestion.

"Calm down, his name is Dino?" Your friend asks and gets your confirmation in response. "Dino as in dinosaur dino? Oh my God, how old is this guy? Our friends would joke so much if they were here."

You hear your boyfriend clear his throat in an obvious sign of discomfort, but before you can say anything, he catches your eye and indicates another drink on the menu.

"Noona, could we try that pink Hello Kitty lemonade? I really want the glasses that come as a gift, look how cool they are!" Dino glares at you while pointing at the menu.

"I can't believe I'm witnessing this scene, Y/N. I thought I'd see you with an older man who looked after you, not a kid who orders Hello Kitty lemonade as if you were his mother." Ahreum grabs his bag from the chair next to him and gets up from the table. "I have to go, have fun playing dolls with your little boy. Bye Y/N, Bye Dino." Ahreum let out a disdainful laugh and walked towards the door.

"Bye, Ahreum." You wave goodbye, letting out a sigh of relief that Ahreum is finally gone.

"Y/N, I think I want to go home, I'm not feeling well." Your boyfriend closes the menu and his eyes water, he's sad.

"Why do you want to leave?" You take his face in your hands and look at him worriedly. "What happened? Why are you like this?"

He pulls away from your hands and looks at you with disappointment in his eyes, lowering his gaze he replies: "I guess I'm not good enough for you."

"You're perfect for me, love!" You try to get closer again by joining his hands with yours. "Why are you saying that? Is it because of Ahreum?"

"I was thinking about it before, but after she said all that, I knew for sure." He lifts his face to look at you and tears start to run down his cheeks " Y/N, I think we should break up, I'm not good enough for you. You should be with an older guy, someone who will take care of you the way you deserve. You don't deserve a kid like me, who's still learning what love is."

You widen your eyes and look at him paralyzed, you've been taken by surprise in this situation and you don't know how to react, is this all some kind of joke? You decide to organize your thoughts quickly and pull yourself together to give him an answer.

"Dino, we're not going to break up! I love you, I love you just the way you are! You're an incredible boyfriend and you're more than enough for me, I wouldn't change you for anything in the world." You wipe your hand across your face in an attempt to wipe away the tears that are flowing. "It was my fault, my mistake for letting Ahreum talk to you like that. Forgive me, love!" You squeeze your boyfriend in your arms as you feel the tears run down your face.

"I don't know what to say, I'm really upset right now." He murmurs as he circles his arms gently around her body.

"All right, you have every right to be upset. I just want to apologize, I promise it won't happen again." You turn away to look directly at him. "You can order whatever you want from the menu, it's on me today."

Your boyfriend smiled softly and pulled you in for a kiss, your lips meeting gently as you sighed with relief, the fear of losing him making you hold your breath and you hadn't even realized it.

"You're my little baby." He says, kissing her on the nose.

"You're my big baby." You reply, kissing him on the nose. "Now let's eat!"

#seventeen #seventeen angst #seventeen reactions #seventeen oneshot #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt dino #lee chan #svt reader #seventeen dino #dino smut #dino imagines #dino scenarios #dino fluff #lee chan seventeen

[lilyevanstan1325]

❤️ Built For This World ❤️

Chapter 11

“Ya don't have to, ya know?”

“Yeah, I know”

“But ya'll do it anyway, dontcha?”

I sigh deeply trying to stay calm.

The archer's strong yet delicate hands gently caress my back as I snuggle against his chest.

His steady heartbeat punctuates my breathing.

“I know.But I have to.I won't let you carry this burden alone” I murmur against the damp fabric of his shirt.

It stopped raining a few hours ago and now, hugging each other inside Daryl's tent, we are waiting for the fateful moment.

According to Rick we need to get rid of our problem as soon as possible.

Finally the decision was made.

Randall will be executed tonight.

And as much as I know it's the safest choice for us, there's still that little voice in my head that wonders if we're really doing the right thing.

“I can hear yer thoughts from here, sunshine” Daryl whispers, pulling away just enough to look me in the eyes.

The darkness around us is interrupted only by the dim yellow light of an old lantern lying in a corner of the tent.

His hands move from my back, in a delicate caress that slides along my arms and then finds their place on my face.

His blue eyes carefully study my face in search of any sign that could show my real nervousness so he can immediately use that pretext to convince me not to go.

And even though I would like to stay in this tent far from what awaits me, I know I can't.

Him, Rick and, why not, Shane too already carry a big load on their shoulders and with my presence I just want to lighten their souls.

Make them understand that they are not alone, that they can count on my support.

I shake my head weakly, bringing my lips closer to his in search of another kiss.

The umpteenth.

I absentmindedly wonder if he'll being sick of it.

But his mouth, as hungry as mine, quickly cancels out this thought of mine.

My hands caress the man's muscular biceps, my fingers travel undisturbed following the contours of the veins.

Daryl sighs resting his forehead against mine.

“It's just…” I whisper against his lips, “I know we have to keep our people safe, that's it our duty...it's just stressful.That's all”

The archer shakes his head in response.

“Ma’ duty is to keep ya safe.Not just from the walkers but from these things too”

The sweetness of his confession makes the corners of my lips lift up.

I bring my hands into his hair, pushing it back, pushing the messy wild locks away from his face to get a better view of the magnificence in front of my eyes.

“You can't protect me from everything, big boy.You know it?I am a strong and grown up girl.I can take care of myself”

He chuckles, with that half smile capable of making me melt.

That half smile that every single time awakens a pleasant sensation in my lower body.

That half smile that make my pants go on fire.

“Oh, I know” he whispers, grabbing my hips and scooping me so I can find myself straddling his lap.

Our chests touch.

I can feel every curve of his body molding against mine.

“Ya’re my strong and brave girl but tha’ doesn't mean I don't wan’ to protect ya anyway”

I pinch my lower lip between my teeth to try to stop the satisfied smile that threatens to spread across my face.

Again that pleasant sensation in the middle of my thighs, the same place that is currently rubbing sensually against the crotch of his jeans.

Trying to distract my mind from those thoughts, I bring my attention back to his words.

“So…I'm your girl, now?” I tease him by digging my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck.

His.

Oh, I know so many ways I could really be his…

Ways that involve a lot of things and no clothes on.

I gently rock my hips trying to find some relief to ease the pleasant sensation I feel teasing the point where our bodies meet.

A flash of lust seems to cross the man's blue irises while his digit forcefully digs themselves on the skin of my hips.

I already feel that will leave its mark, but it's something I'm not complaining about.

I would gladly and proudly carry those marks on my body every single day of my life.

His lips crash against mine, his tongue raids my mouth, tearing the air from my lungs.

His velvety muscle explores every crevice of my mouth with ferocity, with such lust that it makes me dizzy.

His hands travel up my back, insinuating themselves under my shirt, making me let out a pathetic moan.

The man swallows it happily as his teeth grab the flesh of my lower lip, pulling it slightly.

Slowly with a wet obscene sound he loosens his teeth's grip leaving my lips swollen and plump but without stopping.

His lips immediately find my chin continuing their descent along my neck leaving a wet trail in their path.

It's amazing how this man can reduce me to a panting mess with just one kiss.

“Why?Dontcha want to be mine?” he whispers against the sensitive skin of the juncture between the neck and collarbone, “Would ya like someone else?Maybe Shane?”

His mouth doesn't stop, slowly moving up until it stops in that small portion of skin behind my ear and then lightly scratches my lobe with his teeth.

This time I can't stop the smirk that presses against my lips.

“Are you jealous, big boy?”

Daryl snorts as his lips resume their journey across my skin.

“Wan’ me to ask ya?Like with some official bullshit?”

I shake my head no at his question, trembling under the sweet torture of his lips which finally stop their race at the corner of mine.

“Ya mine?”

Unable to find my voice I just nod.

“Words, sunshine”

His words are followed by his fingers gripping my hips tightly.

His lips still at the corner of mine.

It's a sweet torture.

“I'm yours”

How could I not be his as his mouth tastes everything it can reach.

How could I not be his as his fingers dig furrows into my skin, burning in their wake like molten lava.

Every inch of my body belongs to him.

Every single piece of my soul belongs to him.

“Good” the man murmurs with his lips pressed against mine, “Good.’Cause I hate sharing”

Another sweet bite on my upper lip and then his tongue takes possession of my mouth again but this time with more sweetness, more calmly, as if he wanted to enjoy every moment to the fullest, aware that maybe we won't have any more moments so only for us.

When the archer's mouth moves away from mine I find myself panting heavily.

All hot and bothered.

Shit!

I smile like an idiot as I look at his beautiful face.

With the tip of my finger I trace the line of his nose and then slowly go down and caress the mole above his lips.

My hand moves slowly, as if dancing to the rhythm of an ancient melody.

The soft and irregular beard under my fingers is an invitation to tenderness.

His face is a mosaic of lived stories, tears and pain.

His blue eyes, deep like the stormy sea, capture me and drag me into a vortex of emotions.

Around his eyes his skin is furrowed by a few small wrinkles, now more relaxed than when he is out in the world, with that frown that often makes him appear older than he really is.

Running my fingers around them I can feel every little roughness, every sign of time, and yet I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

Moving down, I trace the outline of his lips with the tip of my finger, tracing a path of love that has gone through storms.

The man closes his eyes, as if he wanted to imprint every detail in his memory.

His breathing is calm and regular but I know that beneath this apparent calm there are oceans of feelings hidden.

His cheeks are warm under my touch.

Suddenly a realization hits me.

I never asked him how old he is.

No that this would make any difference after all.

I'm just curious.

“Daryl?” I ask in a whisper, afraid of interrupting the magic that surrounds us.

“Wha’?” he breathes towards my lips without opening his eyes.

“I was wondering...how old are you?”

I immediately regretting it when I feel him stiffen under my touch.

I remain silent, holding my breath for fear of saying something wrong.

After a few moments the man's shoulders relax imperceptibly, reopening his eyes and gracing me again with their splendor.

“Does it matter?”

“No” I reply with conviction and without giving him time to dwell on it too much I grab his face in my hands kissing him again.

This time I'm in charge and I try to dominate.

Daryl lets me take control.

With my tongue I trace the boundaries of his lips silently asking for permission.

I would never do anything to make him feel uncomfortable.

And so, erasing all my fears, he opens his lips allowing me to feast on his mouth.

Pressing my knees against the hard ground I push myself further against his body, I press myself with so much force against him that it is difficult to understand where I begin and where he ends.

A tangle of limbs, tongues and souls.

Something sublime that goes beyond mere physical pleasure.

It is a communion of souls, of kindred spirits.

The famous two halves of the same apple.

Timidly my hands descend along his broad and rocky chest until they find the hem of his shirt, a border that I overcome putting my hands under it.

The skin of his abdomen is like velvet covering the steel that is his muscles.

From the defined abdomen I move up towards his pectorals where I find defined muscles that welcome me flicking under my touch.

Daryl moans into my mouth as one of his hands grips the back of my neck forcefully while the other hand rests on the crown of my head, grabbing a fistfuls of hair between his fingers, pulling it forcefully.

I moan back.

With our lips locked together we swallow each other's moans, welcoming them as a thirsty person would welcome a sip of fresh water.

We part ways only when the need for oxygen becomes more burning than our passion.

Daryl brushes the tip of my nose with his and then his forehead rests on mine.

In a gesture that now comes naturally to him.

Almost domestic.

“’M old” he whispers, taking me by surprise.

I move away looking for his eyes who promptly denies me.

“Daryl” I call him softly, a note of pleading envelops the syllables of his name and his eyes shyly return to mine, revealing to me a labyrinth of doubts, an intricate path in which every step is uncertain and every crossroads hides a choice difficult for him.

“You're not old.How old do you think I am?” I giggle, kissing the tip of his nose.

Daryl shrugs.

“Dunno.Maybe, twenty?”

I wrinkle my nose smiling.

“Twenty-four.Almost twenty-five.I don't think you're much older than me.And if you don't want to tell me, I don't care.It wouldn't change anything for me.I don't care how old you are, big boy”

I stroke his hair again trying to convey the truth into my words and gestures.

I don't care about his age.

It's enough for me that he's here, with me.

And that he considers me his.

That's all I want.

His eyes carefully examine my expression looking for some hidden lie and I let him do it because I'm sure he won't find any.

He brings his lips closer again, slowly rubbing them against mine, letting me get drunk on the essence of his breath which delicately breaks on my face.

“Thirty-five”

His words are so whispered that if there had been a stronger gust of wind at that moment they would have flown away and I would have lost them.

His eyes don't leave mine probing my reaction to his revelation.

Maintaining my composure I wink in his direction earning a raise of his left eyebrow in response.

“Wha’?” he asks.

My smile widens into a grin.

“I like old men.I think it's because of my daddy's issues.This would make sense…I don't know” I blather, gesturing frantically with my hands in front of his face.

The archer looks at me with confusion written all over his face.

“Sunshine, ya know tha’ I didn't understand anything of wha’ ya said, ya know tha’, righ’?”

I laugh, throwing my head back and placing my fingers behind his neck.

“You're lucky you're cute, my big boy”

“’M yours?”

He promptly replies to my statement, his sly eyes hide an infinite sweetness.

I bite my bottom lip between my teeth as I squint at him from under my lashes.

“Don't you like the idea?” I whisper languidly with my lips brushing his earlobe.

Without waiting for his response I grab it between my teeth and then suck it.

And the sound Daryl gives me makes every inch of my body crawl.

It is a sound between a moan and a whine.

But before I have the chance to delve deeper into this sweet sound, the sound of footsteps resonates loudly and decisively on the grass outside the tent.

Immediately every excitement dies bringing me to the harsh reality.

Time has come.

I lift myself from Daryl's lap, my knees creaking in protest at the prolonged position they've assumed.

I leave the tent without saying a word while Daryl follows me closely, positioning himself at my side with his arms crossed over his chest waiting for the two men to reach us.

When Shane and Rick pass us, Rick nods towards the barn.

Sighing deeply, I walk behind the two friends but a steel grip around my wrist prevents me from doing so.

“Ya sure?”

The archer asks for the umpteenth time.

And I nod for the umpteenth time.

But despite this, the grip around my wrist does not loosen, on the contrary, it tightens as the man forcefully pulls me against his chest.

I cast a quick glance towards the barn where Rick and Shane are about to cross the threshold.

I look back at Daryl as his face gently drops towards mine.

Just a breath from my lips he whispers three simple words.

Three simple words that have the power to make me go weak in the knees.

“’M yours too”

I smile again and standing on my tiptoe I kiss him for the umpteenth time.

It is a moment suspended in time, an instant in which everything else fades away.

I wish I could stop the world, stay here forever wrapped in his warm embrace.

Words are superfluous, because our souls are already communicating through this delicate contact.

Right here, between the folds of his beard and the deep gaze of his blue eyes, I know I have finally found my home.

In the silent cold of the barn Daryl grabs Randall by the arm, yanking him to stay upright.

The boy whimpers begging us to let him go, not to kill him.

The dim moonlight illuminates his pale face and frightened eyes.

Each of his tears reduces my heart to a mass of nothingness.

Seeing this poor young boy cry and beg for his life destabilizes me more than I thought it would.

I feel my knees wobble, my breath catching in my throat as I try to tame the shaking of my hands.

I hug my mid section trying not to shatter in front of my friends.

Rick slowly joins Daryl while the trembling boy kneels on the ground after the calm but peremptory order from the former officer.

I am aware that I myself agreed to be here but now, as Rick loads the gun, I feel the anguish and horror suffocating me.

I know this is necessary for us, for our safety, but my mind and my heart are in conflict.

Randall's eyes beg for mercy.

He is just a boy, with a life, with stories and perhaps many regrets.

I close my eyes trying to block the image.

But I can't.

Horror and sadness surround me like a suffocating cloak.

The weight of this choice will remain with me forever.

Shane at my side nudges my arm gently with his elbow.

Grateful for this distraction I turn my gaze full of desperation towards his face.

“You can go” he whispers so that only I can hear him.

I shake my head no, thanking him with my eyes for the humanity he is showing me.

He nods once, leaving my side to reach Randall and blindfold him, trying to silence him with the same delicate note of voice that he had addressed to me a few moments ago.

As absurd as it may seem, even Shane finds himself feeling a minimum of pity for this poor boy whose only fault is having found himself with the wrong people at the wrong time.

Daryl moves nervously but his gaze shows no sign of weakness, no second thoughts, but the moment his gaze meets mine something cracks him.

Something that makes him come closer to me and wrap his arm around my shoulders.

His large, warm hand rests on the crown of my head, guiding it to his shoulder.

His lips caress my hair, I don't know if in an attempt to console me or to ease the turmoil inside his heart.

Peering over at Rick I see him nod briefly at Shane and then bring his gaze to Daryl and me.

In his tired eyes there is all the pain a man can feel.

Because one thing is kill to defend yourself and another thing is to execute someone for your own gain.

I would never want to be in his shoes now but I certainly won't leave him alone in this fucking shit.

So, as a lone tear rolls down my face, I nod in response.

Rick returns his gaze to the boy kneeling in front of him.

“Do you have any final words?” he asks, triggering an uncontrollable cry in the boy who, trembling like a leaf shaken by the wind, whispers only a weak please don't, immediately suffocated by whines of pure terror.

My heart beats so violently that it echoes in my ears.

The gun is ready, cold and inexorably pointed towards the boy's forehead.

The sound of the bullet being loaded into the barrel of the gun makes me jump, Daryl tightening his grip around my shoulders.

“Do It, dad.Do it”

Carl's voice tears us out of our bubble.

Rick gasps, immediately shifting his gaze to his son standing on the threshold of the door.

Shane immediately abandons his position to reach Carl, scolding him harshly and grabbing his arm he drags him out.

Rick seems torn by his own feelings and his stormy gaze returns to rest on us.

Then he lowers the gun and turns to Daryl whispering “Tie him”

The archer does as he is ordered and this triggers a nervous reaction from Shane who, slamming his hand against the barn door, turns on his heel and disappears into the dark of the night.

I slowly approach Rick, placing my hand delicately on his forearm.

“It's ok, Rick.It's ok”

Our eyes meet again.

I try to smile at him even though I'm sure that more than a smile what came out was a sympathetic and pained look.

“Your son needs you.Go” I encourage him.

Rick nods and walks away taking Carl with him, Daryl and I follow them in silence, reaching the others gathered around the fire.

“We’re keeping him in custody, for now” begins Rick.

I look around at the tense faces of my friends.

“Where's Dale?” I ask, addressing no one in particular.

“Him and Amy are walking around checking the perimeter.I'm going to look for them and tell them the news” Andrea replies, offering me a shy smile.

I nod without saying anything else.

Carol watches me from afar.

A shaky sigh slips from my lips, immediately catching Daryl's attention.

“Wha’?” he asks me, coming closer and looking for my gaze.

“I need to talk to Carol.Apologize to her, you understand?”

He nods reassuringly and leaving a delicate kiss on my forehead encourages me to go to our friend.

With an uncertain step I reach her and sit next to her on the cold ground.

The fire crackles happily in front of our eyes.

I made an unforgivable mistake by hurting with sharp and senseless words the only person who doesn't deserve it.

“I thought a lot about the words I said to you” I whisper with a lump in my throat, “I don't know what happened to me.I was angry.I'm ashamed of myself.I'm really sorry.I swear that I will do anything to make it up to you, anything to make you understand that I am truly sorry for the horrible words I said to you”

My river of hasty apologies is interrupted by my friend's hand which delicately rests on my hands clasped in my lap.

“You have nothing to make up for, Summer”

I shake my head as if to dismiss her words.

It's not true.

With my behavior I hurt everyone, especially her.

The one person who didn't deserve it.

I didn't care about her pain, I was selfish.

Yet Carol is here, next to me.

She is ready to forgive me.

The tears begin to flow timidly as I rest my head against her shoulder, searching for that consolation that was offered to me and which I denied.

Not wanting it, not feeling adequate to receive it.

But everything changes quickly.

A scream pierces the silence.

A desperate scream, full of terror.

Then a shot.

More screams.

I jump up, my heart in my throat and my heartbeat racing madly in my ears.

Without even seeking the gaze of the others I launch myself into a desperate run using the screams carried by the wind as if they were a compass, orienting myself in the dark night.

My legs burn as my breath rasps my dry throat, but the adrenaline keeps me going.

Behind me I can hear more heavy footsteps.

His unmistakable breathing.

Daryl.

Reaching the edge of the woods, what I find in front of me freezes my blood in my veins.

Amy is struggling with all her might to keep a walker away from her face.

The girl lies on the ground, her limbs moving frantically as she screams and tries to defend herself.

Daryl passes me, lunging towards the girl.

Recovering from my moment of confusion I continue my run but my feet trip on something sending me to the ground.

I try to cushion the fall by putting my hands forward but the impact is equally violent, capable of tearing the air from my lungs with a hiss.

Trying to stay clear, I immediately get back on my feet, grabbing my knife from its holster and slowly walking towards the point where my feet lost their grip on the ground.

It could be another walker but to my surprise it's Dale.

The man lies supine on the ground.

Putting the knife back in its place, I kneel down, placing a hand on the man's neck, searching with my trembling fingers for his pulse.

And thank goodness I find it but my fingers get damp.

Behind me, Amy's agonized scream pierces the night and Daryl begins to scream for help, urging the others to reach them.

My heart tells me to go to him but I can't leave Dale, not before making sure he's okay.

I gently run a hand behind his neck, where a thick liquid flows between my fingers.

“Dale?C'mon man”

I shake him delicately and after a few moments his eyelids flicker, opening and revealing a haunted look.

“Amy…Amy…”

The man whispers agitatedly, coughing.

With effort I help him sit down again.

His eyes travel from one side of the field to the other as if he expects to be attacked at any moment.

“Dale.Dale it's over.Stay calm” I reassure him but my words are drowned out by Andrea's scream.

A scream full of pain and desperation.

And I understand.

Amy.

We're late.

Dale forcefully avoids my hand and staggers dangerously when he reaches the others.

I followed him, already knowing what I would find.

Lying on the cold, bare ground, Amy gurgles meaningless words while her insides glisten with thick dark blood from her totally torn abdomen.

Rick yells to go get Hersel.

But even if the old doctor tried hard there would be nothing that could be done.

The sweet Amy is slowly dying in front of our eyes.

Her sister kneels next to her, crying desperately while her fingers move delicately through her hair, whispering sweet words of love and comfort.

Don't give up.

Hold on.

I'll not leave you.

Many small and painful goodbyes whispered by the trembling and desperate lips of the woman.

Daryl stands still with his knees sunk into the cold ground, his eyes full of pain and guilt.

Yet another victim that he failed to save.

Yet another family member that this world is taking away from him.

Hersel comes running in followed by Maggie and Glenn.

And the moment the vet's eyes stop on the girl on the ground it is clear as day that there is nothing left to do.

A sob shakes my chest.

We have lost another person.

The acrid smell of death fills my nostrils.

In this new world ruled by walkers I tried to close my heart.

I have seen many, too many, people die and yet every time a face fades away, the pain hits me like a punch in the stomach.

Amy's blood flows, staining the ground below, glistening macabrely under the silvery moonlight.

Cries and sobs pass through my ears.

Rick's scream of rage fills my spine with shivers.

Letting my arms fall lifeless to my sides I notice all the people surrounding me and with a trembling step I approach Amy, stopping right behind Andrea.

Shane next to me offers me a look full of anger and pain and in a completely spontaneous gesture I tighten my fingers around his strong upper arm, demonstrating my closeness to him in this terrible moment that has shaken everyone's hearts.

The roars of her pain hurt.

Amy is in pain.

Poor little girl.

The painful moans and whines that roll from her lips are a stab to my heart.

Every gasp, every gurgle, every whine only increases the anger.

The frustration.

The impotence.

“She's suffering.Do something” Carol whispers through her tears, begging anyone to put an end to this havoc.

Shane next to me moves, pulling out his gun and when the sharp noise of the bullet loaded into the barrel resonates in the air Andrea raises her head abruptly, interposing her body between her sister and the man's gun.

“Andrea” the man murmurs, “She's in pain.We must give her a dignified death”

Andrea, with a look full of anger, gets up and with an unexpected move grabs the man's gun, ripping it from his grip.

Shane takes a step in her direction but I quickly stop him by wrapping my fingers around his wrist.

His eyes move quickly between my grip and my face.

I shake my head no slowly.

Shane seems to think about it by taking a step back and letting Andrea decide what is best to do.

It's right that she makes the choice.

“She's my little sister.I'll take care of her”

The woman's words are decisive.

No tremor in her voice.

The resolve in her eyes is icy as she turns to her adored and beloved sister.

With a firm hand she raises the gun pointing it towards Amy's forehead who is now breathing heavily while with an imperceptible nod of her head she makes it clear that she's okay with it.

“I love you, Amy” whispers Andrea.

The words wrapped in infinite love hover lightly in the air, dispersing among the stars.

I squeeze my eyes shut, holding my hands to my ears, but this isn't enough to cut out the reverberation of the shot that makes the depths of my soul vibrate.

We find ourselves in a distorted world, where life and death are intertwined in a dark embrace.

Despite the eyelids closed, behind them the scene repeats itself in an infinite loop.

Amy.

A young woman, once alive and vibrant, brutally devoured by one of those rotten, disgusting beings.

Beings who in turn were human beings with a life, with dreams.

Her poor body torn from her, her insides exposed, her scared look slowly fading away.

I feel paralyzed with horror.

My heart beats wildly in my chest, as if it wants to break through my rib cage to escape this ominous reality.

Anger envelops me, making me tremble, my hands closed in two trembling fists, an impotent rage against the injustice of it all.

Why?

Why Amy?

Why the walkers?

Why has life become so cruel?

The pain clouds my mind.

The pain for the young woman, for Andrea, for everything that was torn away in an instant.

The pain for the fragility of human life, for its ephemeral beauty.

Anger at a plague so devastating that it erases everything.

I just want to scream but my voice is lost in the depths of my dark mind.

Defeat envelops me, its claws planted ferociously in my heart.

I have seen death in the face, I know there is no escape.

No matter how bravely I fight, how much I cling to hope, death will prevail in the end.

I feel helpless, useless, like a leaf blown away by the wind.

Like someone at the mercy of a greater force.

Indestructible, unstoppable.

Only emptiness and darkness remain.

An arm wraps around my shoulders while another sneaks around the bend of my knees and a moment later someone is carrying me away in his arms.

I don't have the strength to open my eyes again but the intense smell of woods and leather under my cheek makes me understand who he is.

And this only triggers a crying fit.

Big, fat sobs shake my chest as Daryl's soft voice whispers words of comfort that vibrate through his cozy chest.

My hands grip his vest tightly.

“Ya'll be fine, my sunshine.Ya'll be fine”

And for the first time I find myself doubting the man's words.

For the first time my heart doesn't believe in Daryl Dixon.

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Hii!! :3

First of all, LOVE YOUR BLOG!!Your writing is so good!! May I request Rodolfo Parra x reader who is touchy? Like, they won’t if he doesn’t like it, but it’s a safety thing, like him being taller than me (even not by much) makes me secure, feeling his arm muscles to know he can protect me, holding his hand until he pulls away.

thank you!! :3

I don't think you understand the extent to which my Rodolfo is touch starved, he really wants a hug, and the ones that Alejandro give him don't really cut it, at all! Mans wants to be hugged and cuddled, so this is sort of just ideal to him!

Rodolfo with a Touchy!Reader

In all honesty, he’s hit the jackpot with you if you’re a touchy person. While he may not initiate too much physical touch himself in fear of coming off as clingy and annoying, he’s actually so touch starved, it’s unreal. If there weren’t some mental barriers there, then he’d absolutely love to touch and cuddle you whenever he could. Would love to kiss you, would love to hold you. He’s one of the biggest cuddlebugs on the planet in theory, but in practice he’s holding himself back due to the aforementioned reasons. However, he has no qualms whatsoever if you’re the one touching him, in fact, he’ll revel in it for as long as he can, or until you pull away. He gets a bit sad when you do, but he knows you’ve got better things to do as well from time to time.

Please do hold onto his arm when you’re walking somewhere, it makes him feel like the stronger guy out of the two of you. He just wants to make sure you feel safe and sound with him, and if he can accomplish just that? Heaven on earth, literally. Hold his hand, he’ll squeeze it every once in a while to make sure you know he’s still with you. You can even give him a hug in public where everyone can see you, he’ll shield you with his entire body and make sure to catch every single bullet that could come flying at you. While he’s not too big of a fan of kissing in public, thinking such a thing should be reserved for when the two of you are alone, he loves feeling your lips on him just about anywhere. Wanna kiss his cheek? His forehead? His lips? He’ll give you twice as many kisses back.

From time to time he might get a bit overwhelmed with all the affection, that’s when you might want to tone it down a bit. When he’s just downright pissed at someone or something, he’s less prone to being cuddly, but he’ll calm down eventually. Distract him, help him, give him some loving words, and he’ll be back to his usual self. Once he’s calmed down he might be a bit tired from all those emotions, so he might want some cuddles. Likely won’t ask for them, but he knows you’re always eager to cuddle him anyway.

While he does love holding something, or someone, when relaxing, nothing, to him, feels better than being held. That’s his guilty pleasure, being the little spoon, but you won’t catch him dead admitting that. In fact, he won’t even hint at wanting to be such, but he would absolutely never turn you down when you offer. Feeling your warmth against his back is nice, doesn’t matter if you can wrap yourself around him entirely or if you’re a backpack, he just wants to feel protected for once too. However, if something ever were to happen, then he’s the first to jump into action and beat the living daylights out of anyone who dares to intrude on such a sacred moment.

Hell, you can even put your head in his lap. He’ll lovingly stroke your back or your head, looking completely lovestruck at you. It’s a major sign of trust for him, especially when you’re slowly dozing off. Won’t move an inch if you do and will just continue to pat your hair, staring at you instead of the tv monitor. If you want, you can also adjust him so his head is in your lap instead, he would never say no to that either. In fact, if he’s comfortable enough, he might nuzzle into your hand, realize what he’s doing and get a bit embarrassed. He usually feels the need to be the big, strong man in your relationship, that he really shouldn’t be showing so much weakness, but how could he resist your tender, gentle touch when it’s right there? Showing you a glimpse of how touch starved he is is just about one of the most mortifying things out there, but he can’t help it. It simply feels so good.

He absolutely adores the fact he can make you feel safe. Again, he won’t really initiate much physical contact himself, but he will stand fairly close to you so you may, if you feel like it, just grab his hand and swing it around a bit as you’re walking around. You can lean into him, there’s a chance he might wrap an arm around you to make sure you won’t fall over. He loves that he can be your support system in a way that makes him happy as well. You get to touch him, he gets to be touched, it’s the most perfect symbiotic relationship out there.

At the end of the day, you both get to feel safe and sound with one another, because of your presence and because of your love. You protect each other and make sure the other is thriving, what thing in this world could possibly be more pure than that?

#cod #cod x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #I think I need Rodolfo to be real right about now #He has the cutest name I've ever heard and I want to give him a hug despite not being a touchy person myself #I would make him a marble cake and give it to him while it's still warm mans has been through way more than he should #Alejandro already appreciates this man to hell and back but more love definitely wouldn't hurt #I just really love the idea of Alejandro and Rodolfo being very very close #supporting each other as well as they could #and Alejandro would be so happy to see Rodolfo have an s/o who takes good care of him and makes sure he's thriving #he'd strive to be among their best friends instantly because he cares this deeply about Rodolfo #they both just want to see him smile and it's one of the purest things since Rodolfo is usually so stressed out. he deserves a break #los vaqueros are good I think I can appreciate the more ever since I started writing. I did not care this deeply for them while watching mw #wish they were real so I could befriend them hm #oh well thank you for the request! I'm always down for cute and fluffy stuff like that so this is a real treat!

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Daryl came home from a run.

And he was happy to be doing so, unlike some tine before where he preffered to stay outside of the Alexandria walls where his inner animal could run wild and he didn't have to pretend to be a human only to stay within the community.

His life within the walls was better nowadays. Two loving partners and no fear of being thrown out of the community for being a monster.

He had found some small trinkets to take home on top of the needed items he had listed when he set off and he couldn't wait to show them his finds.

When he entered the livingroom his girls were already in high spirits, tidying up the place and singing along to one of the records from their collection. Sherry busied herself putting the blankets back over the couch cushions as Tabby put away the dishes.

They noticed him almost immediately and dropped their items to go greet him with a joined hug and lots of welcome home kisses were shared.

Quiestions of "how did it go?" "What did you find?" and "Did you get hurt?" Were thrown at him before he even had a chance to take off his boots but he didn't mind it. Making it home in one piece made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

"M'fine. Ain't gettin' hurt on a two-day supply run." He reassured them by punctuating each sentence with eskimo kisses.

"Did find a lil' somethin' for ya." The girls quickly let go in anticipation. He could see in their eyes they were wondering what he had brought, so he fished for the box in his pocket and took it out. It wasn't much, all dusty and damaged but it still did its job of protecting what's inside.

He held out the little box and let the girls open it, revealing a set of four-leaf clover charms on golden chains. Daryl handed the box over and fished out one of the necklaces.

"Yer part Irish, so ya gotta have one a'these." Daryl fumbled with the delicate closing of the necklace and carefully went to put it around Tabby's neck. "Looks pretty on ya. Like it's supposed ta be there." His hands found her cheeks as he admired his partner, leaning in for a love filled kiss.

He moved to take another one.

"Ya said yer birthday's on St. Patty's day, s'got them clovers all over it." His hands wrapped around her to clasp the necklace around her as she nodded. "Yeah. I did say that." She felt loved by the fact that he remembered that from mentioning it only once, leaning in for a kiss as soon as she felt the chain rest comfortably on her skin.

"N'this," He took the third one from the box to put around his own neck. "This one's ta show e'ryone how damn lucky I got with y'all."

"There's one left, one for Dog?" Daryl only chuckled at rhe redhead's comment.

"Nah, s'fer our kid." He paused for a moment. "If ya want one, tha' is. Ain't gon' forca ya."

The two girls gave each other a look, one that spoke a million words that only they understood. Daryl hated when they did that because it always meant something was about to go horribly sideways.

Except this time it didn't.

It was Sherry who fished out something from her pocket. "We got someting for you too, big guy." The nerves had her shaking with her hand still in her pocket so Tabby leaned in for help, one arm wrapped around her partner while the other one led the hand holding Daryl's gift out of her pocket.

They held out the small piece of plastic as Tabby happily spoke for the other. "Won't have to wait much longer for that!" She shimmied up against Sherry's side to comfort. "We found out this morning, she wasn't feeling well and we hadn't really been careful.." Daryl joined in then, grabbing both his girls in a giant bear hug. "S'amazing."

He could feel Sherry's nerves not settling at all so he made sure to give her all the reasuurance she needed. "Ya know we're gon' be takin'care of ya real good, righ'?" Tabby agreed with a rub on her shoulder, and got a quiet but smiling nod in return, letting them know she just needed a moment to let it all settle.

"M'so lucky I found ya girls. Wouldn't want it any other way."

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Prize Giving Ceremony | Felipe Drugovich

warnings: none really, fluff, maybe mentions of alcohol

word count: 1.8 k

note: special thanks to my friend and editor @clemswinecorn4r, who helped me so so much and without her I wouldn’t have finished this in at least 2 years.

I looked up at the gorgeous building that the annual prize giving of Formula 2 and Formula 3 was held in. Our team; MP Motorsport, won both the team’s and the driver’s championship this year and I had no choice but to attend. Not like I mind showing up in a nice dress in Monaco to have a taste of the rich life. As I stepped inside, I could already see Ollie Bearman chatting with the Leclerc brothers all three sipping the champagne that is given out at the entrance.

“Did you know that the drinking age here is 18?” I asked Ollie after the brothers left us.

“I’m really close to 18, okay?” he replied.

“Like 6 months?” I asked with a huge smile, remembering how drunk he got at a club after Monza.

“Closer than you are!”

“Young man, you are being rude.” I nudged his shoulder.

“You started it, old lady.” he chuckled. “But doesn’t matter how old you are you still look good.”

“Thank you, Ollie, you look handsome.”

“I’m guessing you have to go.” he after spotting the golden boy of my team in the background.

I made my way over to Felipe Drugovich, winner of the Formula 2 championship this year, and the one that I had to stick with the whole evening. He looked lost standing in the hall, all by himself. His expression changed as soon as he recognized me. He looked like he found who he was looking for.

“What are we supposed to do now?” he asked me after greeting me with a hug.

“I don’t know, just chat around, you know.”

“Chat with who?” he stared at me, terrified with big eyes.

“I don’t have a list of people you have to talk to. We could introduce you to some new people maybe?” Felipe gave me the same horrified look. “Or… we could try to find some familiar faces from MP or even some Aston dudes?”

“Who is coming from MP?”

“Umm… Not sure, they only told me about is Sander Dorsman.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea.”

“You must be right. How about we talk to Victor Martins? I see him just now.” I nod in the direction of the Formula 3 champion.

“Do we really have to?” he asked me with a tortured look.

“I will help if it gets dull. That’s what I am paid for.” I grabbed his elbow and dragged him towards a group of people.

“Ah, here is our other star! Hello Felipe how are you?” asked Bruno Michel as soon as we arrived.

“Excellent, thank you.” said Felipe with a flawless smile, and then giving me a side-glance, that could kill. I always find it difficult not to giggle when Felipe is forced to socialize. He always needs somebody by his side, but he manages to do the job just fine himself. I’ve known him for three years now, and I had stood next to him countless times on occasions like this one, supporting him.

I took a sip of the champagne I’ve been holding since my arrival and finally took my time to check him out. He took things casually, but I could still see that he put a lot of effort into his appearance. I even thought he made a great decision with choosing a black shirt instead of a traditional white one.

There was something unusual about him that I just couldn’t figure out. He was glowing in a way. He looked like he was enjoying the conversation I dragged him into. Something I never thought would happen. Or maybe, after countless occasions he was able to fool even me into thinking he enjoyed himself. That thought disappointed and scared me at the same time. After complaining for almost a whole year about how much he missed my assistance while he was with another team, he was fine. He applied the techniques I taught him to deal with anxiety, subtly fidgeting, while keeping that perfect smile on his face the whole time.

It reminded me of something I wanted to keep out of my mind; this is my last time working with him. He won the championship, and he is leaving. I have known that for a while but it never hit me as hard as that moment. Highly unprofessional of me to be upset about it. But somehow, in the last three years we have grown a bond, making us more than just work mates. I really liked him as a person, as a friend.

His laugh snapped me out of my thoughts. I quickly looked around and everyone was looking at him, with bright smiles and some even politely laughing. But his eyes were glued to me. I had absolutely no idea what joke was made, but it looked like Felipe was the one to make it. And I was supposed to laugh too. I didn’t even realize that I lost my smile somewhere in my thought process. I took a sip again to hide my embarrassment as everyone carried on talking. From the corner of my eye, I could see Felipe still looking at me confused, but I chose to act like nothing happened.

With more and more people to arriving, and the small circle we were standing in, started to grow bigger and bigger, as everyone wanted to join the two champions. Finally, Laura Winter stepped on the stage and asked everyone to find their assigned seats and get ready to start.

The MP family’s table was right in the middle, visible to everyone in the room, alongside ART and Prema. The three teams that clenched a title this year. I sat down right next to Felipe and Jen. Everyone was politely chatting to their neighbors, or in some cases to somebody that was sitting on the other side of the table.

The lights got dimmed, a signal that the ceremony will begin shortly, and everyone finished the sentence they have started.

Felipe looked at me, smiling, enjoying the spotlight for once, but with fear in his eyes. Without words, I reached for his hand under the table and pulled it into my lap to hold with both of my hands. His eyes widened with surprise but he held my hand and squeezed it twice. I started playing with his ring, which seemed like a reasonable way to pass the boring moments, but I just ended up not paying attention, and not clapping when I was supposed to. And Felipe didn’t clap either. Seeing me terrified, he untangled our fingers and just placed his hand on my thigh. I hesitated, but put my palm on the back of his and, not wanting to let go of his touch.

“It is definitely easier to clap this way, right?” he mumbled so only I could hear.

I would lie if I gave any opinion about the ceremony, since I don’t remember anything other than Felipe’s thumb circling on my skin. I also remember feeling cold when he sometimes took it to clap, and once when he went to collect his trophy.

Once everyone got their awards and trophies, they asked the stars of the evening to gather for pictures. Felipe stood up and when he realized I wasn’t planning on joining him he bent down to whisper in my ear: “Are you seriously not coming with me?”

“Well… Uh, you have company, and I only have to accompany you when you would be alone otherwise.” I suddenly forgot how to speak English when he pressed a kiss on my cheek and said “You are an idiot. I want you to come.”

I closed my eyes for a second to gather my thoughts. I slowly stood up and face Felipe, him holding his arm out signaling for me to cling ono him. And I did.

“Looks like someone is very quiet this evening.” he murmured with a mischievous grin.

“Looks like someone decided to be unhinged this evening.” I responded, suddenly finding my voice.

“I have to shoot my shot, you know. I live on a rock that spins really fast.”

He guides me toward the few people that are already at the couch that they decided to use as a photo-corner.

“Felipe! Congratulations, I didn’t have the chance to talk to you yet.” said Fernando Alonso, greeting Felipe like an old friend. “And sorry, who are you?” he asks looking at me.

“Felipe come, please!” the photographer shouts, and as Felipe excuses himself, I am left with Fernando and George Russell, both staring at me, waiting for me to introduce me.

“Oh, sorry, how rude of me. My name is y/n, I work for MP Motorsport, as a social media manager basically.” I shook both of their hands.

“I knew you looked familiar.” George exclaimed. “You have been in this position for some time now, right?”

“For three years now, so yes, you could say.”

“Sorry to interrupt, but I believe we have to go.” Felipe placed a palm on my lower back and guided me towards the exit.

“We can’t just leave Felipe! Half of these people are here to celebrate you!” I yelled at him as soon as he opens the door for me.

“But I want to be with you.” he said in a low voice.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“One?”

“Are you asking me this? Or are you asking yourself?”

“Why are you trying to change the subject? y/n, we really need to talk.”

“It can wait. Don’t get me wrong, I know we have to, but this is not an appropriate time.”

“Why? I have waited months and honestly, I feel like I wasted these months.”

“Months?” I felt my heart dropping to my stomach.

“Yes. But now we won’t be working together anymore. y/n, I think I am in love with you. And I hate the thought of you being away from me. Which may sound a little selfish, but I was hoping you would feel the same. So would you go on a date with me?” he asked anxiously while stepping closer to me.

“Felipe…” I breathe out.

“y/n, you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. No pressure or anything, I just really wanted to tell you, okay?”

“No, it is not like this. I just don’t even know what to say and I really want to kiss your right now.”

And I did kiss him. Or perhaps he kissed me? Or perhaps it happened at the same time. It didn’t matter, because as soon as our lips met there was no way back. Suddenly all the puzzle pieces fell into place. I felt that this was right. He was right. I arrived to the destination I didn’t even know existed. It was home.

“You’re shivering. Let’s go back and from now on if anyone asks, you are my date.” he pulled me in for another kiss.

“That’s so stupid.” I said with the widest grin ever.

#felipe drugovich #felipe drugovich x reader #formula 1 #formula 2 #formula 3 #fluff

[panzershrike-pretz]

Lanterns

Part 2

Disclaimer: If the timeline becomes confusing, remember my universe has time loops -> places where the time has been stopped. Tortuga is one of those places, it's stuck on the past behind a thin veil, while the present goes on as normal.

Summary: A Goddess who lost her faith, trying to get back to her senses so her family doesn't fall apart.

Warnings: ???nothing?? I think??

Taglist: @malarkgirlypop, @bucky32557038ww2 (if you want in or out, just tell me!)

-> Image below found here.

The day after the storm was calm. If it wasn't for Blithe, peacefully floating along the current, no one would even know about the gale of last night. Pacing around the main deck, all the damage was now visible.

"The mizzen really is broken", the Captain sighed, his hand on his hip as he lookesd up, wondering what exactly happened to it. "Cheer up, boys, we'll be makin' way to port earlier."

Peggy marched along the bow, sniffing whatever was left of the things caught up in thes raging battle against the weather. She was more than happy to find a dead fish, looking around before gulping the thing down - it didn't try to escape, which means it was food.

"Whatcha got there, big girl?", one of the crewmates asked, but it was too late. Being caught, Peggy simply ran off with her prise, leaving him to wonder what the fuck was up with that dog.

"Hey, Rodion, c'mere." The Captains voice was rough and the man quickly went to his service, following his glance. "What'dya think? We make it to Tortuga or stop earlier?"

"Earlier. Our sails are all ragged and we'd need a couple days far from trouble to get it all fixed."

The Captain felt defeated. He wanted to make the trip as quickly as possible and make port back in Tortuga before the end of the year, to properly celebrate, but he knew his impatience was what got them all in truble in the first place.

The ship creacked along, tilted a bit to the side. They still had enough water and food for weeks, but old Blithe wouldn't be able to make it to Tortuga - specially if they ended up in the middle of another gale or, may the Gods forbide, ended up face to face with a Man O' War.

"CHEER UP, JEREMY!", the First Mate yelled, far above them, sitting in the main mast's crow nest. She didn't exactly show up yesterday, which fuelled even more the Captains rage. He needed a break (and would've gotten one in Tortuga, dammit!).

Her smile was wide as she pushed herself from the edge of the nest, free falling for most part before opening her wings wide to glide the rest of the way down. The woman had a flask of some good ol' whisky in hand as she opened her arms, maybe to try and hug Jeremy's angryness out.

"Don't", he simply said, putting his hand up to stop her. "Where exactly was you last night, Athena?"

"Hmmm... wanderin'..."

The way she didn't even flinch while flat out saying she abandoned her crew had Jeremy really missing his old days in the Royal Navy - keel hauling would be very welcomed sometimes. But he couldn't simply keelhaul Athena. She'd break free - and damn him once again.

"Lis'en, Cap'n, I ain't lyin' to ya. I flew off. BUT!" And she put two of her fingers up, one of each hand, to stop him from speaking. "Good news is we're not far from some whatever-the-fuck town. We all can rest, get the Mizzen and whate'er else fixed, spend some money....... Jeremy, why ye lookin' a' me like tha'?"

"You flew off 'n left us in the middle of a gale. A big one. Why wouldn't I look at ye like this?" he almost growled. Athena wasn't impresesed.

"Look, Jerry, mate... sometimes things are just... ehh" she was saying, as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. "I wasn't feelin' it, ya know?"

"Someone could've died, Athena."

"What would I do? Is Enoch's job to bury people! Gods, Cap'n, ye're as hard as a rock, aren't ya? E'ery last man is still standin'. No one died. We win!"

Jeremy was gathering all his strenght not to punch her right in the face with his iron hand; he knew that was just how Athena was. She was the Death Goddess, for Her sake, would she really care if a few peoples died?

He knew the answer: she loved her crew more than she loved booze, herself or flying. She'd give up both her wings for them. After all, she found a safe place for them to stay... but it didn't excuse the fact that she ran away without telling anyone. Again.

"Fiona, keep that mizzenmast in place, will ye?", he finally said, turning his attention away from Athena to look at the girl.

She was entertained in making little flower buds grow out of Peggy's fur, almost missing the order. She quickly got back on her feet, silent as always, while making her way to the mizzen. The plan was simple: make vines strong enough to keep it in place 'till they docked.

"Athy, wasn't 'cause of you flying away that your ol' crew did a mutiny? Wasn't it your daughter's orders?", Rodion asked, a playfull smirk on his face as the First Mate turned on her heels to look at him.

"Shut yer trap, bastard" she oushed him away, making the man laugh. "Get yer ass back in line, boy."

"As you wish, Mama Bird", he winked, then laughed his way towards one of the Captain's mates, Sirius, who didn't seem all that awake while steering the wheel.

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The rain and storm may not have killed or seriosly injured anyone, but it still made some victims to a cold. Pangey, for one, couldn't stop running around the lower deck, trying to get at least somethings in place so she could find the medicine.

"Do a potion", a woman said, making her almost jump. "We got some herbs and stuff, it'll work better".

"Miss Serpens, ya almost scared me to death", the other, with one hand above her heart, took a deep breath trying to calm herself. "Besides, I don't know how to make 'em and the crew aren't really all that inclined to wait. I'm just a medic, not some witch."

"Lucky for you, I am." Hydra had a sweet smile on her face. Pangey stood still, watching while she gathered a cauldron and enough stuff to use.

Pan didn't know any of the ingredients, but she still stayed there, against the ships counter, paying attention while the Goddess hung up her stuff and, with a little snap of her fingers, made a small spark light the coal and wood below on fire.

It was ingrained in Hydra's memory. She grew up loving potions and always tried something new - well, at least when her mom would let her, anyway. She used to do some harmless pranks on her brother - Sirius' face when one day he drank some tea and immediately started coughing up moths never failled to make her laugh. Granted, he never again accepted anything she gave him to drink or eat.

The lower deck was badly lighted by some lanterns, attached to the ship by chains so they wouldn't fall and break - yet, yesterday some still did. Everything was a mess that needed cleaning, but with half the crew ill, it would need to wait.

Pangey couldn't for the life of her seem to figure out where was the medicine box, amidst all the chaos. She didn't even noticed the way Hydra looked at her, while making somewhat funny faces trying to catch any memory of how the box was. They were all the same.

"Don't beat yourself up, dear", Hydra said as she grabbed a knife to cut up some of the herbs. "We don't really need them now. I'll make them feel better, you can catch a break."

"Still, i was never like this, so careless with the essentials. I always had something on me... that little bag, you remember? I forgot where it was."

"Down below", a boy said, looking almost greenish as he sat close to them.

"Where?"

"Laying with Davy Jones", he pushed his glasses in place. His hair was neatly put, not a single strand out of place - even when feeling bad, Horace could not bear the thought of presenting himself badly or even close to messy. "Hydra, is it finished yet...? I am dying here."

"The water is just now boiling, boy, you'll have to wait."

"But my nose is all... stuffed. I can't breathe well! And my throat hurts. Badly."

"Then maybe you need to shut the fuck up, it'll hurt less", another boy said as he passed, going up the stairs before Horace could even think of an answer.

"Oh, dammit. Why don't we just toss him overboard?"

"Because..." Hydra stopped, knife in the air, playful. "Enoch's important. And you know how things are: kill one of his and you are dammned for the rest of your life."

"I hate curses... almost as much as i hate having my nose all closed up! Pangeyyyy, help a guy out! I'm dying over here!"

"I wish, darling. We have no meds for now, you'll have to drink her stuff."

"Fuck."

Horace hated to admit that it worked in about half an hour. The potion acted quickly and he was feeling better in no time - which meant that everyone else was up too and the ship could finally be put in order again.

"Dammit, I found the meds", Pangey huffed, as soon as she began moving boxes. "Be real, Miss Serpens, you just put some spell on me so you could make a potion, right?"

"Not really", Hydra smiled. Pangey wasn't really sure if she could believe this one. "But now you know how to make a quick potion for colds, don't you? I see this as a win-win kind of situation".

"Gods do really love messin' around, don't they?"

"We do. But I wouldn't mess around with people's health. Believe me, if I knew where these meds were hiding, I'd use them."

She helped Pan push the box back to the infirmary, wich had it's door broken yesterday and sent all it's contents flying all over the room.

The two of them didn't really speak while working on puting stuff back in place - 'till Pangey turned to her and asked: "Miss Serpens, aren't you sad we'll not make it to Tortuga for yer Holiday?"

"Hum. Night of Libero Sanctis?", she shook her shoulders. "I wish we could celebrate it there, but Blithe needs to have a check up, right girl?" she pat the ship's wall, smiling as if it could understand the Goddess. Everyone had a slight feeling that Blithe did, almost like their own little surpestition. "At least we'll be together anyway, Panpan. That's what that night is about, not some silly trip to the beach."

"And definetely not about having to hear Miss Ezebel, 'ight?", Pangey raised her eyebrows, catching Hydra make a face.

"Yeah, definetely. Woudn't like sharing my special day with that harlot. Constance can have her island all to herself, I don't mind."

"Especially after this fucking storm."

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Peggy poked her head around the corner, making sure no one was looking as she skipped around with a sword between her teeth, tail violently wagging again.

It would be a problem to however found the dog and her new toy.

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#hmmmmmmmm friendships #athena being an ass as usual #(can't blame her she's fucking stupid) #P E G G Y #oc #original story #original characters #🥨🪶

[tracksidequeen]

Partners in Crime

Summary: Toto is having a difficult time needing you more than ever.

Request: Hi darling, idk if it’s too bad to ask this, but maybe can we have a soft soft toto, littl angst, after all this sht happening this weekend, like just imagining him being worried for his team and for you being there with him, so arriving home after all… you just need to cuddle together and grateful for him being the best partner in crime 💕💕

Warnings: husband!Toto, bit angsty to cute/borderline tooth rotting fluff, Godfather reference 👀, emotional scene, physical expression of anger (absolutely not towards reader), lovebites and lots of cuddles that follow

Words: 600+

*****

The moment he entered the car his masking smile faded into an exhausted stare, and you took Toto’s hand in yours. Without saying a word you drove all the way back to the hotel in silence. You wanted to console him, to hug him, let him know everything was going to be alright, but you know Toto and you could read from his absentminded body language that he needed a moments with his thoughts.

But seconds after he stepped foot into the hotel suite the dams broke loose. “FUCK!” Toto screamed while throwing his bag through the room knocking over the lamp on the side table next to the sofa.

“Babe, calm down, you’ll hurt yourself,” you screeched; to which he looked back at you with big, dilated eyes, in a fight or flight stance. 

Toto is the strongest man you have ever known, his fighting spirit, his determination, but every man has his limits, and Toto had reached his. For all the times he had been your anchor holding your feet to the ground during life’s storms, you knew right now you had to be his. 

“I try so hard, you know?” he whimpered. With his hands gripping his hair he fell down on the sofa. “Answering all these media questions with a message of hope, and making jokes to keep the team positive, and smiling even though-”

“I know darling,” you softly interrupt him as you hear his voice crack. “But you don’t have to hide when you’re with me.” 

He looks at you with glistening eyes that have contours around them showing his exhaustion and desperation. He shakes his head and throws his face in his hands again to somewhat hide his emotions.

It broke your heart to see him like this.

“Come here baby.”

You sat down beside him, took his hand and pulled his body in, against yours; into a warm hug. In your arms you felt his muscles relax as he placed his head on your chest. Locked in the tight grip of your arms and legs wrapping around him, your tight embrace showed him how he didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on his own.

“Sorry for my temper, Schatz,” he says apologetically and you place a kiss on his forehead. “Thank you for sticking by my side, I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Honey, no matter the weather I will never leave your side. And that is not something to ‘thank’ me for babe, it is a prerequisite of my love for you.”

Soft stokes of your finger coat his cheek and your fingertip catches a tear going down his face. “Toto,” you say with a soft tone.

“Toto, look at me. It’s us against the world. Remember our vows?”

He tilts his head up so his eyes meet yours and together you whisper “partners in crime”.

With little butterfly kisses you trace the stream his tear followed down his face. His cheek creases from a smile that was forming, and he shrugged “your family didn’t really like that one, did they?” 

You let out a laugh, and he continues, “half of them probably thought you were marrying a maffia boss or something.”

His head bounces on you chest at the pulses of your laughter you were unable to hold in and you shake your head at his remark. “Well, you made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I married the best mob boss in town.”

His eyes grew big with surprise, “did you just... quote The Godfather..?”

In excitement he gave a lovebite in the slope of your shoulder as you asked him if you referenced it correctly. To which he responded with a sweet sloppy kiss on your lips, that followed with a childish look on his face and a big silly smile that only your husband could have about something as trivial as this.

“Oh Schatz- I truly am a blessed man.”

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[look-at-the-soul]

All we’d ever need (Part 8)

Tommy Shelby x reader

Series Master list

What can I say about this part? 🤷🏻‍♀️ want me to show you again the lovely Tommy Shelbear @lyarr24 made?

Also gif credits for the watch gif goes to @thesoldiersminute thank you so much for that gif, it was exactly as I imagined ♥️

“She looks posh, right?” John asked Esme, who was staring at the door after Thomas left with that woman. May’s aura was red and grey color, a mix of passion and mourning. She was after him.

“Why is she training the horse?” Esme asked her husband folding her arms.

“Because Tommy says we can win the Derby.” He kept counting the coins.

“But is it really necessary tha-”

“Fuck! I lost the count, Esme.”

She smirked. “I’m just wondering if… your brother is fucking the horse trainer?”

“Don’t.” John warned. “Stay out of this, don’t ask questions.”

“Why not? Don’t have I permission to ask?”

John smashed his hand against the table. “That’s none of your business.”

“What about Y/N?”

“Leave it, Esme.”

“What about me?” Y/N asked from the door frame.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Esme beamed pointing the obvious and went to give her a hug.

“I’m happy to see you too, but now I want to know what you were talking about.”

“Ah Esme was telling me to ask some of the boys to watch the shop, she wants to go upstairs for a quick fuck, she then asked about you.” John lied while Esme looked at him perplexed.

Y/N laughed embarrassed, it seemed that the Shelby brothers had a very high sex drive. “I’ll pay the winning bets, you go on.”

Esme smiled and handled her the keys.

“Just before I open, I’m going to talk to Tommy.” Y/N announced. Esme shoved John on the ribs.

“Yeah… about that, he isn’t here.”

That was unusual. Tommy was always before anyone else.

Y/N saw John scratching the back of his head.

Esme realized John would fuck it up, so she interrupted. “A man who wants to make a big bet came to see the horse.”

“Oh.” Y/N nodded. “I guess I’ll see him later.” And with that, she went to open the doors.

“We are still fucking, right?”

“John! How can you think of sex with this mess?” But she followed him upstairs anyways.

***

“How is it going? With Michael I mean.” Esme asked Y/N later over a cup of tea.

“It’s just a bit strange, sometimes he seems as if he’s trying to be another Tommy, I caught him one day walking with the shoulders up and the chin down. Polly is trying everything to please him.”

“Poor boy he grew up thinking that woman was his mother and now he has another family… and what bloody family.” Esme opened her eyes dramatically, making Y/N giggle.

“Oi! Finn where are you going?” They heard John shout from the door, but couldn’t hear Finn’s reply.

“Looking for Tommy.” Y/N got up to walk towards the door. “Uncle Charlie said he’s with the horse trainer at the Garrison.”

“Come ‘ere.” John called for his little brother. “If Y/N asks, Tommy was with a man who wants to make a bet.” His brother slapped him in the back of the head.

Finn looked at him confused but didn’t question anything else, he just started walking again.

“Finn wait, I’ll go with you.” Y/N was trying to get her coat from the rack.

Oh shit.

“Esme why don’t you go get Tommy? So Y/N won’t walk over there.” John made his wife a sign behind Y/N to hurry up. Tommy was always fixing their mess, it was time to have his back now. “Do you want a lemonade, Y/N?”

“But I can go.” Y/N protested.

“Actually, I wanted to ask you for help, some of the numbers won’t match in the books.” Wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, he guided her back into the betting shop.

As Finn was walking out from the Garrison, Esme stopped the boy.

“Finn…” Esme tried to warn him.

“I know, I know, Tommy was with a man who wants to make a big bet on the horse.”

“Good, now go.”

Opening the doors to the pub, she could hear them talking. Esme stayed in the little space between both doors.

“Can I come and see her later?” Thomas asked.

May was taken aback by his question. He just asked her if she wanted to fuck him, and the way he was looking at her, he made it seem it was actually a statement.

“Every time you want.” May looked at him, trying to not make it sound desperate.

When Esme opened the doors inside, she found May Carleton looking at Tommy while he was moving a couple of glasses away.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room, sensing she was stopping herself from speaking in her presence, May said goodbye and assured Tommy she would make his girl win.

How could he be playing games like this? While Y/N was carrying his baby.

“What is it Esme? It’s eating you alive, I can tell.” He asked as he took one last puff from his cigarette.

“Y/N is at the betting shop, looking for you, while you were with your… horse trainer. What does she think about that woman?” Esme held his gaze, not pulling back.

“Nothing to think about.” He cleared his throat.

“She is finally glowing, Thomas… it means she’s happy. The baby is happy.”

“I know.”

“It could have been her walking in here, Thomas. Instead of me.” What was he doing?

Tommy looked at her in silence. “But it was you, Esme, not Y/N.”

“What does it mean? You don’t care?”

“It means you care about Y/N. It also means you keep your mouth shut, you don’t wanna upset her, right?”

“I do! But I don’t want to see her suffering because of you.”

“Let me remind you who you’re talking to, Esme…”

“I know who you are, and I’m not scared of you, if you hurt Y/N I’ll be the first in line right after Polly.” A genuine smirk appeared on his lips.

“Are you done?” He was back into his cocky look. “That’s what I thought.” Marching outside The Garrison, he hurried to the shop, feeling excited to see Y/N there, he couldn’t help but wonder if she finally changed her mind.

“I couldn’t stop her.” Lizzie complained pointing at his office, she looked annoyed.

Tommy stopped on his tracks to look at her. “Lemme just make one thing clear, that woman is the mother of my child and thanks to her, you still have this job Lizzie.”

When he admitted his feelings for Y/N, he told her he would fire Lizzie -for the embarrassing moment when Y/N found Lizzie giving him a blow job-, but Y/N shook her head and asked Tommy to end all kinds of encounters with his secretary and they would be good, the girl needed the job.

Looking intensely at his secretary, he added: “She gets to go wherever the fuck she wants.”

Lizzie gasped and blinked at him. Tommy needed to give Y/N her place. Not waiting for an answer, he pushed the door.

He definitely loved Y/N and there was nothing she could do, Lizzie thought.

“I heard I had a special meeting.” Getting up faster than she should, Y/N grabbed the back of the chair, Tommy’s arms were around her in seconds. “You need to stop doing that, love.” He chuckled.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Y/N smiled at him. “Wanted to surprise you. I’m feeling better now.”

“Yeah? Want me to let go of you?”

But Tommy didn’t let go of her, no, instead he pulled her closer, his thumb caressing her lower lip. He had missed the way her hands held his face and the little moans that escaped from her mouth as their lips collided. Breathing her in, her perfume intoxicated him and when his tongue invaded her mouth, she welcomed him with open arms. Swinging his shoulder, one of his hands squeezed her hip.

“The betting shop is full.” Y/N announced out of breath against his lips.

“What about Polly’s house?” Tommy kissed her again.

“Michael and Rita are there.”

“Let’s go to the chalet, hmm?” His hands went straight to her bum.

A beautiful smile lighted Y/N’s face and Tommy found himself smiling back. Stealing him a kiss, Y/N handled him something.

Tommy looked at the leather cover. His initials were in the bottom corner.

“It’s a notebook, so you can write down your favorite poems… I have all the ones you’ve gave me saved in a box.”

Tommy looked at her surprised. “You’ve saved them?” It was something silly but he liked the way a poem reflected his thoughts, he knew some by heart. It was something he only shared with Y/N.

“Every. Single. One.” She separated her words with a kiss.

His heart felt so full, he didn’t care about anything else.

“I won’t come back Lizzie, you can have the rest of the day off.” Tommy announced not even looking at her. Then, he whispered into Y/N’s ear: “So… you just came here because you wanted to fuck me?”

Blushing, she shoved him playfully in the chest.

“In your last poem you said you’d be my slave, so…”

—-

“Where’s Y/N?” Arthur asked wiping his mustache as Tommy took his place in the private booth of The Garrison.

“Y/N is resting, she had been sick… Polly says it’s normal for the baby.”

“It is.” Esme assured blowing the smoke in Thomas direction. “She’s growing a human in there, baby is active and you’ll pay every little thing you do.” She smirked.

Tommy gave her a cold stare, whatever he was about to answer, it was interrupted when Polly opened the door, Michael following her.

As the boys handed him his drink, the door opened again.

“Y/N.” Tommy couldn’t stop the smile on his face.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I just thought well, I will still feel sick here and there, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Just in time, love.” Tommy winked at her and pulled her by his side. From his pocket, Tommy took out a black box and handed it to his cousin.

“What is it?” Michael asked opening the box.

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“It’s beautiful.” Polly reacted.

Y/N recognized the box and looked at the man next to her.

“So you won’t be late for work.”

“When did you get that?” Her hand on his chest, the rest of the room disappeared when she looked into his eyes.

“Yesterday, one of the boys picked it up for me, but I ordered it when Michael showed up.” Tommy made a little motion with his head for her to follow him outside. Opening the door where they kept the barrels, slammed the door close and had her pinned between his body and the door in seconds. His lips went straight to her collarbone. “You look beautiful.”

Tommy couldn’t get enough of her, he loved to feel her skin set on fire every time he touched her, if it was for him, he would have her every time, everywhere. His fingers found her thight under her skirt, outlining the edge of the garters that connected with the stockings, he squeezed the flesh a couple of times.

“Have something for you too.” Stopping his assault to her skin, he handled Y/N a small box, opening it inside the small cushion was holding a pair of emerald earrings surrounded by a halo of diamonds.

“Tommy… this is…” she couldn’t believe it.

“I took some of your designs borrowed, the ones you didn’t send to your father, he didn’t know that of course, I kept your name out of the picture.”

“You talked to my father?” Tommy shook his head, frowning, Y/N wondered how did he do it then.

“Your father wasn’t home, but I met your Mum she’s lovely. I was in London and had a couple of hours, she offered me tea, I couldn’t say no.” He explained with an amused look.

“Giving Michael the watch was lovely.”

“Another design of yours of course.”

It was a lot of information to take in, looking at the pair of earrings, it was a surprise to see something she designed came to life, it usually didn’t happen, her father sold all the jewelry pieces, but as she was trying to process everything, she realized there was a small piece of paper inside the box.

It is so easy

for me to love you

That it frightens me.

I’ve never been good at anything.

But I’ve never wanted anything so much as

I want to hold you

every waking minute.

And every night

while I sleep.

The question has eased to be “How do I love you?”

and has become

“How would I ever stop?” (EC)

Y/N threw herself into his arms.

“Wanna go home?” Tommy murmured against her hair.

“I am home.”

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“Why did you let him go?!” Esme was beyond upset.

“The fuck I care?”

“You should’ve gone with him John! Look at the time and Thomas is still there? With that horse trainer?

“She doesn’t want Arthur, nor me, she wants Tommy!”

They then heard something shattering on the floor, when John and Esme looked to the doorframe, they found Y/N looking at them with a hurt look. She was going to fill his bottle of whiskey.

With a shaky voice, she managed to ask. “Is that true, John?”

“Be careful.”

“I asked you a question.” It was almost nine pm.

Esme tried to move her away from the broken glass, but Y/N couldn’t breathe, let alone move.

“Yes.” John finally answered.

“What did you break this time John?” Polly asked appearing.

“You knew about this godmother?”

Polly looked at his nephew confused. John looked down, things were about to get ugly.

She had been waiting for Tommy all afternoon like a fool, prepared his favorite dinner and set candles in his office to have a nice quiet dinner just the two of them to announce him she wanted to get back together, live in the chalet in the mean time he set everything else.

Polly asked her to calm down.

“I want to be alone.”

***

Tommy’s gaze was lost at some point on the table. It was a big space for over fifteen people, May was at the other end of the table. They had a enough food in front of them to feed all the families in Birmingham.

This was ridiculous, he thought. Thinking of the small kitchen back in Watery Lane, as they started adding their partners, sometimes Y/N had to sit on his lap.

“Is your dinner fine?” May asked.

Clearing his throat, Tommy nodded. “Yeah.”

Realizing the power May had in the Committee, his mind couldn’t stop thinking about how he needed her to make it to Epsom.

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Remember that essay that I wrote on here about Chucky? Well, it occurred to me that Nica studied psychology, so maybe I could write a fic where Chucky’s trying to annoy her and she just does a full on psychological analysis 😂. I’ll give it a sappy ending because that’s my favourite type to write, and it’s set during Season 2 of the tv series where Chucky/Nica, Kyle and Glenda are hiding out together because I thought it would be fun. Enjoy it :).

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Today, Chucky thought he’d try and play ‘psychologist’. His logic for this is that he spent some time in a mental institution, so he was basically an expert. Nica just rolled her eyes and ignored him as he tried to piece together her (in his words) ‘messed up’ childhood. But then he tried talking about her dad, and that hit a nerve.

“Okay Charles, let’s talk about you.”

This stopped the doll in his tracks.

“…Excuse me?”

Nica smiled sweetly knowing full well he could see her and politely responded:

“You’re excused.”

Chucky seemed flustered now.

“W-what do you know about me?”

Nica scoffed.

“You talk too much. When I get bored of your blabbering I look through your memories to see how you got like this. After months of careful examination, I’m confident I have a full psychological profile that can explain why you are the way you are.”

Now Chucky seemed really nervous.

“I’m like this because I wanna be, there isn’t some touchy feely crap that-‘

“Wanna talk about your mom, Charlie?”

If Chucky could’ve killed her, he would’ve.

“Nobody calls me that.”

Nica smirked knowingly.

“Two important women in your life have.”

Trying to regain control, Chucky retorted:

“Yeah well, I hate to break it to ya, but you ain’t an important woman in my life.”

Nica choked out a bitter laugh.

“I disagree, but I’m going to move on. Shall we begin?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Great, let’s get started! Okay, this is just my best guess, alright- I’m spitballing here. But… little boy kills his mom in a panic and realises that he made a huge mistake. Big strong man that reminds him of his newly dead dad teaches him a valuable lesson and spares his life so the idolising of violence begins… you move to a Boy’s Home and the only person who truly understands you calls you by the nickname your mom called you in moments of extreme fondness and rewarded you with I’m guessing physical affection like hugs and head pats when you committed a destructive act. She treated you like the little boy you still were inside despite having to grow up quickly in the foster system. Oh yeah, and I’m pretty sure she groomed you.”

Chucky seemed outraged by this point.

“Okay, two things. One, how the hell did you know all that? And two, I wasn’t groomed, isn’t that only to do with-‘

“It counts for other things, the thing you’re referring to is just the most common one. In your case I believe she was grooming you to be a killer in order to live out her own twisted fantasies- maybe more, she creeped me out so I didn’t look at those memories too much. But you grew up, and she still treated you like a kid when you were convinced you were an adult. So, craving independence, you distanced yourself from her and began hunting at night clubs, right? That’s where you met Tiffany and began a super toxic, borderline abusive relationship that spanned several decades. But she wasn’t enough, was she?”

After a quiet moment of reflection, Chucky admitted:

“She was just… too much.”

Nica nodded sagely.

“Exactly, and you wanted to be loved, didn’t you? At that point in your life you didn’t want someone who could match or maybe even surpass your level of crazy, you wanted a family, with someone who was (in your eyes at least) innocent and untainted. And what could be more innocent than a pregnant woman who already has a fully potty trained kid ready to go? But she didn’t love you, and my sister didn’t warm to you the way you’d hoped-‘

“I tried everything to get that stubborn brat to like me. She refused to call me Daddy so I settled for Uncle, but that wasn’t enough, oh no. I brought home every toy I could find, I even untied her mother for a few hours a day once I’d locked the door because it made her sad. Hell, I let her keep going to daycare! Why didn’t she like me if you’re so wise in the ways of psychology, Nica?”

“Well, you killed our dad. That doesn’t usually make for a great start. Also, I’ve seen those memories and… you looked sorta creepy. Would a haircut have killed you? You looked like Tommy Wiseau in that really bad movie ‘The Room’. I kept expecting you to ask some one called Lisa ‘Why’ and respond to a man called Mark’s trauma with ‘What a story, Mark’. To a little kid, you probably looked like the boogeyman.”

Chucky’s only response was a quiet and disbelieving:

“My hair wasn’t that long-‘

Nica cut him off with a mocking:

“Maybe he was born with it? Maybe it was L’Oréal?’

She punctuated her last sentence with a dramatic head toss, letting her hair sway from side to side.

‘L’Oréal: Because you’re worth it.”

“We’re getting sidetracked here.”

“Yeah, maybe. Anyway, where was I? Psychopathic tendencies…’

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

‘Classic textbook narcissism…’

“I’m not a narcissist.”

‘It shows in the way you attempted to raise your kids-‘

“Don’t you fucking talk about them. And I’m not a narcissist.”

‘So you don’t believe you’re God- sorry, Damballa’s gift to this world?”

“Well… I am pretty great…”

“I literally want to slap you right now. Anyway, moving on. We’re just gonna skip past most of the doll years, the height perspective makes me dizzy. But I would like to discuss the twins, thanks for bringing them up, by the way. I thought you’d forgotten that they existed-‘

“Why would I forget my own kids’ existences?”

‘-Well you aren’t a great dad, you tried to kill your own six year old-‘

“He started it.”

“That’s very childish logic, but I digress. You traumatised that poor kid because you expected too much. You wanted them to be like you. You made Glen kill when they weren’t ready and Glenda made their first appearance because the kid was so stressed out that their twin probably felt the need to protect them! You were a horrible parent and you still are!-‘

“I’m an amazing parent actually.”

Nica raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really? What were their first words as dolls?”

Chucky thought for a second, then he said:

“Not sure about Glenda, but for Glen it was probably ‘violence is bad’, they said that a lot.”

Nica shook her head.

“Nope. Not even close, and even I don’t know. How about first words as humans?”

“Tiff was raising them, so probably something like ‘Mama’?”

“And you wish it was ‘Dada’, don’t you?”

Chucky didn’t answer, so Nica tried again.

“It’s okay to admit you love your kids and regret not being there-‘

“I don’t regret anything.”

“Okay, strong words for the guy who willingly transferred his soul into a doll.”

“Every move I make is meticulously calculated.”

“Stop changing the subject Charles, we’re talking about your kids here, your flesh and blood. How you failed them.”

“I didn’t fail my children.”

“Glen told me that they don’t feel whole, neither of them do, they were born in one body and they were meant to be together, but you went along with your wife’s batshit surrogacy idea and literally fractured their souls. Don’t you feel guilty about that?”

“…Maybe.”

“Do you tell your children you love them?”

“Hey, I called Glenda beautiful-‘

“You did, but in the same conversation you called them ‘Shitface’ despite knowing about their trauma. And we both know that was just to get them on side so they’d free you. Now answer the question, do you love them?”

Chucky didn’t say anything, so Nica kept talking.

“Your kids- or Glenda is at least- are terrified of you. The poor kid has to constantly be at your beck and call otherwise you scream at them. You haven’t tried to get to know them, you haven’t talked about their interests- your twins like art, did you know that? The twins waited their whole lives to meet their dad and now they’re learning that he’s a tyrannical monster who doesn’t give a crap about them. I mean, what’s your plan in the long run? Have the twins stay by your side to rub your tiny doll feet or some shit as your army rises to the top? Kill them and stuff their souls into any old doll so you have more soldiers for your little army? You aren’t parenting them, Chucky, you’re torturing them.”

Chucky finally spoke, but he wasn’t as defensive as before. He was quiet now, as if he didn’t want to admit this.

“I don’t want them to be scared of me. They’re actually the only people I don’t wanna scare. But… I don’t actually know how to love someone. I failed every time I tried. I couldn’t make it work with anyone, platonically or romantically. Do you know how much it hurt when I had to fight my own kid? I was so proud of them when they used that axe… I think I’m starting to realise that violence is the only way I can properly express myself. Maybe in a way me fighting Glen was like if I was teaching them to ride a bike or something, I don’t know, I’m not a psychologist. I’m getting off topic, but what I meant to say is that I do love my kids deep down, but I don’t know how to show it.”

Nica was taken aback. She hadn’t expected this sort of breakthrough, not when Chucky always seemed so convinced that he did nothing wrong and had zero flaws. Maybe her comments had actually been getting to him? There was no way to know for sure; this could be some sort of act after all, but if it wasn’t, she wanted to try and repair Chucky’s relationship with his children. If only to cheer up the heartbroken twins (after speaking with them a few times, Nica actually really liked them, they were sweet and almost nothing like their dad). With this in mind, she suggested in a soft voice that was barely above a whisper:

“I don’t think you have to do anything… overt, exactly, just tell them the truth, that you love them and feel bad about how you treated them. Do you want me to give you control of the body for an hour so you can tell Glenda?”

Chucky was confused.

“You hate it when I take over, why would you do that?”

There was quiet, then a tired sigh.

“I’ve been in the twins’ shoes. I would do anything to hear my dad say he loves me, even once. And you’re still alive, so you have no excuse not to do it.”

With that, an agreement was made and Nica voluntarily fell asleep so that Chucky could control her body. It was quite late, so Kyle wouldn’t be up. But would Glenda be? Chucky had no idea. Even when he had control of Nica’s body it took him about fifteen minutes to work up the courage to wheel into the small bedroom that his youngest had claimed as their own. He chuckled when he noticed that Glenda slept sprawled out like a starfish - just like he had when he was first human. 

It occurred to him that he had no actual plan from this point onwards. He refused to launch into some sappy speech, he just wouldn’t do it. But he wanted to do this, and Glenda was asleep so there would be no shame or embarrassment on his part unless he woke the kid up (which he wouldn’t, he had experience sneaking around at night). Clearing his throat, Chucky began to whisper:

“Hey kid, you up? No?… Good, because this would be awkward for us both if you were awake. I don’t have much time till Nica wakes up again and bugs me, so here goes… I love you. This isn’t some sort of manipulation tactic or something stupid like that, I actually do. And I’m sorry for pretty much everything. You and Glen didn’t deserve to be dragged into this mess, so my bad.”

It didn’t feel like enough, despite the fact that Chucky’s heart was pounding in his chest with fear and panic with the knowledge that he’d been brave enough to do all that. Extremely unsure, Chucky extended a metal hand (it was so weird to have no sensation in either arm or hand, he’d experimented with his new limbs several times and was still confused) and cupped the side of Glenda’s face.

In their sleep, Glenda smiled and contentedly nuzzled into the cold metal hand. Chucky denied all of this when both Nica and Glenda asked him about it the next morning. 

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Dark Paradise - Chapter 2

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✨ NOTES ✨ : Hello my little ones!! Im back from the deads!! Sorry for this disappearance, I don't even know if you guys want to read chapter two yet, but I had a big anxiety crisis and it gave me a very long writer's block. That's why it took me a while to upload, I thought nothing was getting really good. Even so, I really hope you like this new chapter because I made it with affection thinking about everyone who liked the story 💋 💋 💋. This chapter was long because I want to advance the events of the facts and in chapter 3 I already want to make y/n's daughter with two years old. 😚🥰 I hope you stay here for chapter 3, thank you so much for all the love and support you've given me and are still giving me, it means a lot to me to have you here 😚🥰.

‼️ TW ‼️ : DARK FIC!! DOMESTIC VIOLANCE!! NONCON!! FORCED MARRIAGE!! FORCED PREGNANCY!! PHYSICAL VIOLENCE!! PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ABUSE!!

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 A deep silence weighs on the atmosphere between you, Touya slowly approaches the two at the bottom of the stairs. Your hands gripped Rei's tightly, both trembling, icy, wondering what he was going to do next after he'd heard you. In Rei's eyes, a cold expression tried to disguise the weakness in her legs, her ragged breathing showed her fast heartbeat, her mouth opened and closed making only a few trembling sounds of protest, but her voice didn't come out of her throat as if all the words died in the way.

"I'm glad you're already getting such a warm welcome," he says, breaking the silence as he gets very close to you, looking deep into your eyes.

"I know you did something, Touya" Rei finally exclaims, bringing Touya's eyes to hers again.

"We've both done a lot of things mom... I mean, look at the kid..." he says in a wry tone with half-closed eyes and a sarcastic expression.

"You disappear, appear again out of nowhere as if you were a victim, take control of our family and even show up with a child" Rei steadies herself in front of Touya, pulling you behind her and continues, "I don't know what you're hiding, but I'm sure it's not right! And I'll stop you-"

She is interrupted by a loud laugh from Touya who leans his body back and then forward getting closer to her face.

"I don't think you heard yourself when you said I took control of the family mom" he puts his hands in his pockets and straightens his posture again "what could you or anyone else do? Don't forget your own words and how your actions can generate consequences".

You hold her hands tighter and looking at you Rei still tries to reason with Touya.

"You know very well that I'm sorry for what happened... please don't repeat our mistakes my son.", she looks at him with tears in her eyes, but they only bring a small smile to the side of his mouth.

"I would never make the same mistake mom, I'm not my dad... I'm way better than him. I may not have been able to be the perfect product like Shoto, but Hikari is just as perfect as he is, and I still took the family's reins in only one year. It just proves how pathetic you two are and failed not only as parents... I just feel disgusted and sorry for you two mom...".

Tears start streaming down Rei's face and you hug her for comfort, disbelieving how he could be so cruel to his own mother.

"And I think you'd better stay out of my business with my wife if you still want a roof over your head. Next time I see you whispering I'll-" Touya is interrupted by the door suddenly opening and a boy with hair of different colors entering with Hikari in his arms.

The young man looks at you with some questioning, sensing that something was wrong there and his eyes meet Rei's red eyes.

"Hmm... what's going on here?" he asks holding Hikari's little hands that were pulling his blouse down.

You look at Rei who was wiping her pretty face with her small pale hands, then you look at Touya who now had a disgusted expression looking at that boy.

"Mom was emotional that I brought a wife and granddaughter home as she thought I would never get married and have a family" he tries to disguise his expression with a smile, "Can you believe it? Me, the most charming of the family, and had doubts about me... imagine you".

Shoto still makes a distrustful expression and continues approaching with Hikari in his arms.

"Mom, are you alright?" he says looking into her eyes and gets only a nod from Rei who looks down and holds her arms around her body.

"See? She's great...why does everyone in this family doubt me?" Touya puts his hand on Rei's shoulder, who shrugs a little, leaning closer to you to avoid his contact.

"And why did you come here, Shoto?", the young man finishes approaching you and stays silent for a few seconds looking into your eyes and Rei's until he faces Touya.

"The baby was crying. I came to bring her to her mother" he pulls Hikari out of his arms handing her towards you. You give Rei one last pat on the back extending your arms to catch Hikari who practically throws herself at you, now trying to pull your shirt down.

“She started crying when she came to my lap… I think she didn't like me” Shoto says innocently with a sad expression and Touya covers his mouth to laugh.

"It's not that, I'm sure. I haven't breastfed her today so she must be hungry" you hold her little hands so she don't completely lower your breasts, "thank you so much for the reception, but if you'll excuse me I'm going to breastfeed her before she rips my shirt off" with a smirk you lower your head and start to climb the stairs towards what from today will be Hikari's room.

The two watch you go up and then return their attention to the present moment, Touya takes his hand off Rei's shoulder and looks at Shoto with the same expression of disgust and apathy.

"Well, I feel like we all have a lot to talk about, but I'd like to talk to my wife alone first. So if you'll excuse me," he points to the door and looks at the two of them.

Rei walks slowly towards Shoto and he holds her in his arms walking towards the front door. Shoto looks one last time at Touya who says goodbye and makes an expression as if he remembered something.

"Oh yeah, and before you come in, please knock on the door. I know the house is inside Dad's house, but my wife and I want our privacy" he raises his hand and waves a goodbye to Shoto who leaves slamming the door.

With heavy steps Touya starts to climb the stairs in the same direction you and Hikari climbed earlier. Opening the door you were lying on your back facing the doorway looking out the window humming a lullaby in a sweet tone. Turning around the bed slowly, Touya pulls out the small chair from the desk and sits leaning his face on his elbow leaning on the table, looking at the relaxed little face of Hikari who was fighting against sleep to suckle and looked at her with a warm tenderness. After a while in silence Touya starts talking.

"It must have been hard..."

"Humph... not so much. I had amazing colleagues who helped me a lot... All my support came from them actually" you answer holding Hikari's little fingers.

"Was it a normal pregnancy?"

You just shake your head a “yes” in response.

"I understand..."

He gets up from the chair and sits on the bed next to Hikari looking into your eyes.

"i’m so sorry…sorry," your eyes widen at his apology. Of all the people in this world, the last one you thought you would hear an apology from was Touya. In fact you thought he would forget about you and get some other woman to enjoy, mainly because you had a child that he didn't want to take responsibility for from the beginning. If he showed up, it would be to get rid of you two like he tried when he found out you were pregnant. Now, even so, Touya was keeping you here by free and spontaneous pressure. If you didn't come here, you would not only lose your career but also the greatest and only happiness he has given you these last few years.

"Sorry about what?" you ask a little indignantly how he has courage after all he's done and what he's still doing.

"I... I'm sorry" he approaches and brushes your hair back a little from your face, tucking it behind your ear, "for how dumb you are!" he holds your chin firmly and gives a sinister smile. "Everything could have been different, doll. Did you really think you were going to run away from me? Underestimate me like that... You know that you belong to me now and I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want with you, don't you?".

You try to pull his hand away, he holds it tighter and keeps talking, "No, no, no, no, no" he points his finger down, "do you really want to wake our little one?" you look and realize that she had slept. All your fighting stops and you go back to looking at him with tears in your eyes.

"Let me go" you whisper and take his hand.

"To our room now. I wasn't done with you yet when my mom tried to be a hero. You have 5 minutes to get there or I'll come get you here and it won't be so nice," he pushes a little your head back and he got up from the bed and left the room.

Your entire being trembles in reluctance to obey his commands. Your body and one part of your mind already knew what would happen if you stepped into that room and the other part also knew what would happen if you didn't. With a million thoughts and no strength, you give one last gentle kiss on Hikari's forehead, leave the room holding your tears, open the door to the other room and completely burst into tears. Touya, who was already waiting for you beside the door, closed it silently and took your arm, throwing you back on the bed. Like a frightened rabbit you curl up on the corner of the bed still covering your sobs so as not to wake Hikari, he just grabs you by the heel and brings you closer, placing each of your legs on either side of his hips.

"Awn, so cute. Don't worry about making noises dear" he rips the top of your dress showing your breasts, "this room is soundproof... that's why I chose it for both of us" holding one of your breasts in his huge hand Touya bends down and puts the entire nipple in his mouth.

"Touya, please," you say sobbing "why are you doing this? Why don't you forget about me and move on?"

He doesn't answer, instead uses the hand that was on your breast to rip your clothes further and goes down kissing every part of your body until he reaches your crotch.

“We're going to have a lot of fun” he says laughing, sending a shiver from the tips of your toes to the last hair on your head.

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"Rei! I can't believe you did that!" Endeavor's deep voice almost shakes the walls, "do you really want to put him on alert?!" After returning with Rei to the other part of the mansion, Shoto told everything he had seen and Rei was forced to say what had actually happened a few minutes ago.

“How could I stand still?! You saw the way that girl was pale. You still have no idea how scared she looked at him when I walked into that room!” she rages that she is being challenged even though she is trying to do something to stop her bestial son.

“Obviously we are going to do something, but everything in its own time, Rei! Now he won't stop for a minute to suspect that we're watching him after your little hero drama!” Endeavor continues and slams his palm on the table after taking a deep breath to get himself under control.

"Why?" Fuyumi's sweet voice interrupts the two, “why can't we trust that Touya-nii has really changed? That he became a better person? Just like dad” she holds her fists with her chest and looks at everyone in the room.

Natsuo lowers his head and adjusts himself better in the chair he was sitting in, “I wanted to believe it too, Fuyumi-nee, but it's very strange that he appears out of nowhere with a child and this obsession with wanting to take control of the family...he haven’t rested that one year until he bought the shares in dad's company, someone who didn't even wanted to work”.

"But... What if he's doing this for us?" she continues to try to defend her brother, “the family situation has only improved since he arrived. What if he struggled to build the strongest family?”

“Fuyumi, naivety has its limits” Shoto interrupts her leaning against the kitchen door. "We all wanted to believe that Touya has changed, but even before this girl came he was talking about her as if she were property, a toy... And now that she's arrived, we're sure something isn't right."

"What would it be? The child is definitely his” Natsuo asks covering his mouth to think a little better.

“Without a doubt, she's his daughter... Not only because of her appearance, but she also has several quirks from when he was a baby... it's impressive” Rei reinforces her son's speech.

"It remains to be seen now what he is planning..." Enji looks towards the house you were in with fear in his eyes.

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Your leg curls up trying to get away from Toya's hand that was holding them tightly against your belly. The other hand was resting on the bed next to your waist, holding the sheet tightly so he wouldn't lose balance as his hips slammed against yours, pushing deeper and deeper into you until he reached your uterus with each sudden entry he made. Grunts of pleasure fell from Touya's lips, your hands seeking some comfort from the pain of his dick forcibly entering your intimacy pulling the black shirt and now sweaty on his slender body.

"T-Touya" your voice chokes as you tries to hold on to Touya's blouse ,for your dear life, who seems to tuck in harder after hearing his name coming out of your lips. “P-please... P-stop! S-s-stop!”

He stops for a few seconds and that makes you look him in the eyes, only for Touya to abruptly turn you on your stomach and invade your intimacy again with all the previous strength. Holding on to the sheet you close your eyes and try to get out of this reality that your new husband, former toxic boyfriend, was abusing your body once again. Slowly sucking the life out of you, and this time without the slightest chance of escaping his grasp.

“Stop, honey? But how are we going to make another baby if I stop?” He whispers in your ear, moving down to your shoulders and biting at one point hard as he comes inside you and keeps himself inside until he's sure his cum won't come out, not even a drop. Your whole body writhes in disgust and pain, remembering how that man touched you makes your stomach turn in disgust and sadness, anger and anguish make your hands shake in a desire to end his life and regret fills your eyes with tears ice running down your face. 'He haven't changed at all', you internal monologue.

As soon as he feels softer he gets off you and lets you cry, still holding tight to the sheet. He turns to the opposite side of you and quickly falls into a deep sleep while you still writhe in despair. Even the way he breathed peacefully, probably having great dreams of torturing you, created such a riot that you decide to get up and lie down in the room with your little one. Gathering all your strength, you dress with the blanket because your clothes are torn at the top, lean on the walls to her room and see how she slept peacefully, without being aware of anything that had just happened in the room next door. Lying down with great care you hug her little body against yours and cry your hurts, having to accept the fact that this would now be your new life since leaving her with this man would actually only be worse, after violating you so inhuman you didn't expect anything else good from that man. Using your body to protect her is what you did from the beginning... You wonder if Hikari would ever fall into the same hole as you someday when she grows up...

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Two months later and hell was still on for you. Touya abused your body everywhere he could lay you down and put you with your legs apart to shove his cock in you until you were crying and begging him to have mercy on your body. He made sure you wasn't taking any birth control pills because as he said "Hikari may be too alone, we should make another and improve the Todoroki family as well". Not only that, he also made cruel comments about how you got fatter after your pregnancy and that he could afford a plastic surgery because he had to think of other women to have sex with you. Or when at your last minute wedding he threw the biggest banquet you've ever seen at a celebrity wedding, invited several famous friends, and laughed at the dress you had chosen at the altar. Besides having laughed at all the mean jokes his old girlfriends threw here and there at you. They talked about how Touya was a great hero, finding out that those new marks were probably because he was doing small missions as his body got hurt every time he used his individuality, also finding out that he was staying with those girls just for social status since none of them came out with anything really relevant for a conversation and at one time or another they always heard about you in some meeting with Touya. They talked everything about you, even about your previous career, how you took advantage of Touya to get along, except for Hikari. Touya wouldn't allow their filthy mouth to talk about his precious creation. Wedding that Touya got drunk and had a fit of jealousy when he saw you talking to the hero Hawks that he himself had invited and placed him in the worst table of the party leaving him excluded all the time with the Todoroki family as well.

In this period Hikari became daddy's little princess, everything she pointed the finger she wanted had to be given to her, no matter how much you said no he contradicted your decision and gave her another five. Not that you had anything to complain about, but you knew why he was doing it, and it was clearly starting to work now that Hikari liked being in her father's arms a lot more than yours.

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   So six months, six months of not feeling Touya touch you, even though you were seven months pregnant. Touya managed to put another fetus in you in eight months and for a month, deciding that he still hadn't done enough, Touya was still committing the same bad things to you, giving up briefly because he knew how you could lose the baby and start dating certain " friends”, those present at the wedding, who obviously had some extra kind of relationship with them. When confronted about it by his family, Touya just said that it was your fault for not satisfying him as your husband and that he was sure by your dead face that you didn't mind sharing since apparently he was too much for one woman as simple as you. Of course he spoke with a joking tone, but you guys knew better. You knew how late he came home smelling of drinks and sweet perfumes, you knew how he itched to lean against you when he happened to bump into you in the hallway, but he tried not to do it because you were pregnant. You knew his thirst for dominance at the look on his face not disguising when he saw your growing belly, smiling from ear to ear, with his other creation inside you causing you pain and discomfort.

During these months you started to live a lot more with the other members of his family, always having support and being pampered in every way, they made it very clear that you could open up at any time if necessary. How they liked you and cared for your health, Hikari's health and the health of the baby to come. But, what could they say? What could they do? It was evident to you in a short time how Touya had taken care of everything and didn't even let his family members have many friends. You decided to just start not caring, so you became apathetic to Touya's actions. It wasn't like he didn't hurt you anymore, just that you couldn't show any kind of reaction when he clearly showed up with some lipstick mark on his neck, or when he made some mean comment about you, or when he strangely pulled you to caress your belly for hours until he said he was sick and sent you away with a shove on the shoulder. It was a relief when he let go of you and Kaen, his new boy who was growing up fast and seemed to know his father for getting so much more agitated when he hugged you two. At the reveal party about his gender, Touya made a point of buying blue fireworks and releasing them without being at the time of celebration, earning a big fine that he paid like some change.

  Touya had started looking only for the best schools to place Hikari, several got in touch because it would be an honor to have the daughter of a great businessman and granddaughter of hero number two studying with them, but Touya didn't think any of those were enough for Hikari and denied the invitation of at least five until accepting the invitation of the most expensive and renowned school in the country. It wasn't hard for you to see that he loved her and that was obvious, but the fact that she looked so much like him hinted that he only loved her for being a clone and you feared that your other baby would not be the same way and end up suffering. He said he could feel how powerful Hikari was when he took her little hands, that she was going to be the best fire user even before Shoto graduated from UA, it made you reflect on what Hikari's life would be like once she grew up.. Also, what if the other baby was born with your individuality...

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Days like this were common when you, Hikari and Touya would go to the playground to spend some time. Today was a special day because as soon as the next week started Hikari would already start going to school and would be away from you for a long time. He almost freaked out with jealousy one day talking about how he would do everything to keep the boys away from Hikari and in reality you believe it by the death glare he made looking at nothing. She had fun jumping in the area, getting her little bunny ears shoes dirty, her little face covered in sand as well for picking up the toys and then deciding to scratch her face with her little hands that were still dirty. Touya leaned on the small metal fence that surrounded the playground, talking to the mother of another child who was playing near Hikari, the exchanged smiles and head turns made it clear that they were flirting, another group of women looked at them and at you, waiting for a reaction from you, all you do is settle down better in the seat and close your eyes to rest better. In these last few weeks the baby didn't stop moving during the night, which made your sleep uncontrolled and wherever you leaned you just slept as if you had passed out. It became difficult to pay attention to Hikari so you decided to go back to the hobby of going out with her to quiet places until Touya intruded and decided he wouldn't let the two of you go out alone. Not that you had anything to complain about having male companionship, you were pregnant and Hikari was still small so anything that might happen you would be totally at the villain's mercy, but everywhere was the same: Touya exchanging words with some random woman clearly wanting to trade other things with them. With heavy eyes again you fall into a deep sleep on the bench, “only for five minutes” you think to yourself, but in a loud noise you wake up to find Touya screaming at that same woman as if he was about to jump on her and Hikari crying on the floor with hands holding a broken toy. Without understanding much, you can't have an immediate reaction, just hear Touya's screams with that woman.

“IT WAS YOUR FAULT FOR NOT EDUCATING YOUR CHILD RIGHT!” he huffed and when he started to get too close to her you decided to get up with a little difficulty from your belly and go see what was going on before the worst, “YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT! IF YOUR SON TOUCHES MY DAUGHTER AGAIN I SWEAR I-"

“Touya!” you interrupt making him look at you coming towards Hikari and being quiet for a few seconds, “What happened?! Why this confusion?!”.

When you pick up Hikari from the floor she holds tight to your dress and the broken toy falls to the floor. He looks into your eyes and then into her tear-filled red eyes, takes a deep breath and turns back to the woman who was trembling like a leaf in the wind of fear.

“If I ever see you and your son here again I'm going to buy every park in this town, put a sign on the grid of each with a no-go list. First the dogs and just below them your dirty name, understand?” he turns around taking Hikari from your arms and wiping her little face, "Let's go."

You try to hurry your steps to reach him, grab the bag on the bench, but determined Touya walked as if he was going to take the grass off the ground with quick and heavy steps.

“Touya, wait!” he stops and looks at you walking slowly with that heavy bag, that really big belly and comes back a little to help you walk.

“Touya…what happened there?” you ask in a calm, sweet voice of concern.

He doesn't answer, just takes you to the car, puts Hikari in her car seat and the bag in the trunk before closing the car door for you as you get in, getting behind the wheel driving towards home. Hikari touches you asking for affection and you hug her as best as you can with your huge belly on the way and the baby moving, she looks at you when she feels the baby moving and gives a little smile, you sigh when you realize that everything was fine and she hadn't been seriously hurt. Looking in the rear view mirror you see Touya looking at the two of you and grips the steering wheel tighter as if he's holding back his anger, once again you decide to ask him what happened and he opens his mouth to answer.

"What's happened is that none of you are ever leaving the house again," a coldness in his voice that makes your hands freeze.

"What now?!" you ask not understanding anything and shaking your head.

"That's right what you heard" he repeats in the same tone and looks at you in the rearview mirror, "just thinking about something happening to you guys I... I lose my mind".

His arms force the steering wheel and the car enters its first turn. Realizing that now he was out of his mind you prefer not to say anything else and just caress Hikari's hair who now looks at her father in the front seat and then at you with a little crying pout.

As soon as you arrive, Touya starts calling several people as if he was putting together something and tells you to come in with Hikari that he had matters to resolve. Obeying him for his still not looking the best face you put her inside and start playing with her to the best of your ability before she gets bored and asks to watch the TV, you turn the TV on going to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. This pregnancy was complicated even though Hikari's was very normal and good. Everything you ate these last few weeks, if it wasn't pasty you were soon putting it out, so your options were very few and the diversity of soups for you was running out. Rei of course always helped you try to eat something else, but it was no use and no matter how tasty it was, in the end you would put it out and lay down for hours feeling dizzy until you had the strength to get up and eat some other soup again. Lucky for you, even the soups Rei was a great cook and she made them very appetizing, but it was only a matter of time before it started to really affect your health as you didn't eat properly and you were afraid of the moment it happened. Leaning on the counter, you look for something in the fridge until you hear a loud noise in the backyard and decide to go there to see what was going on. The noises apparently came from a little house in the backyard and you go there to see what it was about. When you arrive, a blast of blue fire passes very close to your face and you get scared leaning back a little.

" What are you doing here?" Touya's voice says from the back of the small house. His hands were clenched into fists and his body was sweaty with several red dots where the flames were born and disappeared.

"I heard a noise and I was worried..." you say putting your hands around your belly. Just the memory of what he did made you still afraid that Touya would somehow try to hurt you and your instincts involuntarily moved your body to protect the baby in your womb.

He turns around and goes to a box where he takes out some gases and wraps them in his hand.

“Please…what happened to make you so mad?” again you insist. With a sigh he begins to speak.

"That slut's son just tried to take Hikari's toy and when he couldn't he broke in her little hand" he starts punching a punching bag that was previously on fire.

"I see, but you know he's a child..."

“A kid who's going to grow up to be an adult, just thinking about a bastard like that next to her I--” he keeps hitting the bag like he wants to punch someone and you walk a little further from the door.

It was funny how Touya was afraid to pay with his daughter someday for what he was doing to you now.

“Yes, but you can't expect all children to be the same” you add “I'm sure you were different from your brothers when you were little”, of that you were absolutely sure.

"That's why from now on none of you will leave the house"

“Touya, this doesn't make any sense. Do you want to lock her up at home to prevent her from reality?” you say with a chuckle at the end, "We must make her strong to face whatever comes her way, not make her run away from her challenges."

"Look who's talking" he holds the bag preventing it from swinging from side to side looking into your eyes now, "you were the one who ran away and hid from me to protect her, now you want to put her at risk again?" .

In disbelief you open your lips and widen your eyes at what he just said.

“Touya I ran away with her because you wanted to end her up… it wasn't a simple childish bad prank” you hold your hands so you don't go up to him remembering what he put you through.

He is quiet for a while as if thinking and you take the opportunity to soften his heart a little more, if he had one, at this point it was hard to believe.

“Please she loves you, you always give her everything she wants… What are you going to do when she asks you to go out and you say no? You know she's going to be upset... Are you really going to hurt your little princess like that?”

“Why do you want to go out so badly? It's not like you're free anyway, y/n. You better remember your place and start not questioning my decisions anymore” he concludes in a threatening tone.

Taking a few more breaths, he leans against the punching bag.

“I don't know what else to do…please excuse me now I'm not into talking and you're clearly better not getting involved in intrigue” he gestures for you to leave.

A light rises in your eyes that he really softened as soon as you spoke of Hikari, the fact that you should have noticed before makes your chest fill with hope that maybe you weren't so trapped by how much he truly loved her.

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Final Notes: I’d like to tag @maggiecc​ bc on the last chapter she asked me to, and im sorry if it wans’t to tag you anymore, but i hope you like this new chapter sweetie 💕💞💝.

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GRAGON LORE OH MY GOS

Uhh no warnings this time cuz hea just a hopeless romantic

Character description = Gragon, a green centaur, he has long horns and piercing yellow eyes. He often wears a black body suit that only halfway covers the lower more animal half of his body. Gragon is covered in green spotty fur. He's usually stoic and professional. The only people to see a softer side of him are his friends and Bee, the love of his life even if he doesn't return the same feelings. He also wears a brown satchel that Bee gave him

Bee = (NOT MY CHARACTER ) Bee is a tan man with fluffy brown hair and a blue streak of hair, he wears a nice blue sweater and some baggy jeans, three tentacles writhe around behind him. Bee is a demihuman, half creature, half human.

Gragon trudged along the side of the mountain, looking down at the giant crevass that he and his best friend turned into a nation. It wasn't big. Some wouldn't even call it a nation. Few people lived there, including Bee and Gragon. He narrowed his eyes, stopping momentarily to look for his friend. There he was, in all his glory, sitting on the steps to their house. Gragon felt a grin tug at his stoic expression. He turned tail and hurried down the side of the mountain, not even caring for the huge staircase made to enter Cliffburgg. His claws scraped against the rocks, making an unpleasant sound. Bee snapped his head up, probably thinking it was a monster. Gragon grinned, his ears flicking up happily. As Gragon stopped on a small cleft not far from the bottom on the ravine. His lower half bunched up his muscles and leaped down to the ground. He was eager to get over to Bee. Bee stood up, ready to greet his friend. Gragon felt a coo bubble up in his throat. "Did you find your other dog?" Bee asked when Gragon was close enough to hear. "Yup, he's with the rest of them." Gragon said. Gragon reached his hands down to envelope Bee in an affectionate hug, his eye glossy with love. Bee turned around and went up the stairs a bit. "Cassidy wants to be here to raise to flag, I mean, he wants to see it being raised." Bee said, grabbing onto the rail of the staircase. Gragons tail flicked with irritation, his whiskers twitching in anger. 'Cassidy. Cassidy.' Gragon thought. "Alright," he said, lowering his arms. "Make sure everyone's here around," Gragon trailed off, looking around for a clock or anything to tell the time. He stopped somebody who was walking past him, gesturing for the time. "Seven o'clock." Gragon said after thanking the person. Gragon looked up to Bee, who was standing in the doorway of their house. "Will do, boss." Bee said with a playful wink before he closed the door. Gragon stood there for a moment, his stomach turning and heart fluttering with love. 'Cassidy.' That stupid name ran through his head again.

Gragon had this secret, you see, a few months ago this...egg.. grew from the ground, he doesn't know how it got there, or really when, he just happened upon it. It spoke to him, though. It sounds crazy, but it was like it knew him, what he wanted. What he desired. Gragon looked upon the giant red beauty. 'Cassidy.' The egg seemed to speak. Gragon sat down with his back against the egg. He wrapped his hands around his snout and pinned his ears back. He couldn't stand the thought of some other creature with their hands on Bee, touching him, kissing him.. Loving him. Everything he wanted to do with, for, and to Bee. He just wanted Bee to actually see him. His heart sounded in his chest as he thought about Cassidy. With his stupid blue hands groping Bee in any way he wanted, having his way with the frail human. Bee was so much better than him and deserved better. Gragon was better. He knows he was better, he though highly of himself and thought that Bee should be with him, not some rainbow autistic fucking mutt tha couldn't even read. Gragon was seething, his fur spiking.

"Cassidy. Cassidy." He thought. "Ca...ssidy.." The egg spoke. Gragon snapped his head to look up at the egg. The familiar red tendrils snaked out from under the egg. Gragon stood up, reaching inside of his satchel. "Yes, Cassidy. A dumb.." Gragon trailed off. He felt his finger wrap around the bag that was wrapped around something. He pulled it out, his eyebrows furrowing sadly. "Gift..." the egg grumbled, the red vine reaching out. Gragon took a breath and unwrapped his gift to the egg. A puppy's lifeless expression was revealed. He gulped and let the blood-soaked bag fall to the ground.

He kneeled and held out the head, his eyes unable to leave the gruesome scene. The vine wrapped around the puppy's head, squeezing it until its eyes almost popped out and slithered back behind the egg. Gragon looked down, his hands were red and slightly sticky. "Good... g..ood." The egg groaned. Gragons chest felt heavy, and he slumped a bit, sorrow flooding his body. He had so many dogs, and Bee didn't know why. He never told anybody why. At least not the truth. He always said it was for protection or just because. They were sacrifices.

Seven o'clock. He stood at the balcony where the flagpole was raised. He was going to raise the flag in front of his people. A few others from different nations nearby joined. He saw manbania and skullfound citizens mostly. Howls and caterwauls echoed below. He scanned the crowd for Bee. Of course, he was standing next to Cassidy, who had his hands greedily wrapped around him. Gragon growled and peeled his eyes away, stepping forward so they could really see him. He raised his arms, and the crowd yowled excitedly. "TODAY, WE BECOME A NATION WE ARE.." He grabbed the rope to spring the flag up. "CLIFFBURGG!!" He shouted, and the flag sprung, showing off its beauty. He listened joyfully to the joyous and overjoyed screeches of his people and others. 'Cassidy cassidy.' He thought again. He couldn't help it. He hated the thought of him holding Bee like he was his. He hated thinking about somebody else seeing Bee naked, or in any other clothing that would make him look nice..sexy, or whatever. Gragon clenched his teeth, suppressing a growl.

Midnight. Gragon laid awake, staring at Bee. They had separate beds, but that didn't stop Gragon from taking in his elegance. He loved the way light bounced off of Bee's skin, the way the wind blew his hair just perfectly. Nobody was going to have him, and Gragon was going to make sure of that.

Woo yyaya, uhh, once again, Bee is not my character. He's actually my cousins so my description of him is either what I remember or interpret love you cuzz

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Soap sfw alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Platonically: soap is very affectionate; he will come up to you sling his arm around your shoulder, give you fist bumps and high-fives. He also loves to give hugs.

Romantically: this man is a cuddle bug. He’ll always have his hands on you. He loves to have his arm around your waist hell pull you into bear hugs he’ll pick you up and throw you over his shoulder with a quick smack on the ass and walk you away. PIGGY BACK RIDES ARE A MUST. He also loves to have you sit on his shoulders while you two are in a public place like a music festival.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s a very likable person so making friends is easy for him. When you're his best friend there's no escape. He loves spending time with you and will do all the activities. Loves to make dumbass tiktoks or document y’alls silly antics

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

LOVES TO CUDDLE

He loves to hug you from behind, giving you multiple kisses on your neck. Also loves the lazy days where you two will lie in bed holding each other either watching a movie or playing on your phones

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’d like to date for a couple months before settling down. Of course sleepovers are A-ok and he likes to keep a change of your clothes in his closet just in case you forgot to pack some. Usually itll end up with him giving you a key and being like “no rush but if you want to you can live with me”

He is messy but like adhd messy. He has little trinkets around his place and shoes lying around here and there maybe a couple empty cans from drinking it the night before but he’ll notice if it gets too messy and hell take a day to CLEAN

His room is messy though here's kinda a moodboard of what i think his place looks like

When it comes to cooking he can make the basics; ramen, spaghetti with meat sauce, porridge, pb&j

Though he is a king at making breakfast

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It depends on the situation

If he finds out you cheated he’d be pissed and wont forgive you. He’d call you and tell you to pack your stuff and leave and not to talk to him ever again and the he doesnt want to see you at all.

If its his decision he'd sit you down and explain the reason why he’s leaving most of the time itd be that he fell out of love with you and that he just wants to take time to focus on his career and himself. He’d help you pack your stuff and really give a sincere apology saying tha tit was a great (how ever long you two have been together)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He has a rule to live with you for a couple years before getting married. His mother always told him not to rush love and let it bloom naturally and that He’ll know when its time. Give it about maybe 2-3 years. He really wants to know you before making the full commitment if being with you forever.

Hed want to be engaged for a year or so just to really plan the perfect wedding for you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He loves to roughhouse but he knows your limits.he's extremely playful but hes also a big softie

He’s very open with his emotions and if he has a problem with something he will talk to you about it. He will never raise his voice to you but he knows an argument is about to start or he’s in a bad mood he’ll let you know he needs his space and to talk about it when he’s in a better mood

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Love love lovess hugs. Every chance he gets he’ll engulf you in a bear hug and pester you with kisses. Loves to hug you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Id say it’d slip out randomly something like you two are drunk together hell just be like

“You know i fucking love ya babe youre the best person ever”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets a little bit jealous but not too bad

He does want to know who your friends are and where you're going if you go out somewhere. The two of you share each others location unless Johnny goes on deployment, which he is required to not have his location for safety reasons but its mostly to see if you're home or with a friend. if he sees you're at a place that you usually don't go to hell just shoot you a text like "wya bb?"

If yall are in pubic together and he sees you talking to someone he doesnt know he’ll be by yourside with his hand around your waist or holding your hand

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He likes to do a peck and then deepen the kiss

He uses a lot of to tongue and he bites your lip

He’s got an oral fixation and he loves to kiss you everywhere. His favorite place would be the tip of your nose, your lips, or your neck

He’s not big fan on pda he'd only do a peck, kiss your cheek or forehead but that's it he hates it when couples makeout in public

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He LOVES kids hes so good around them and he knows hot to make a baby stop crying. He’s the funcle and lets his niece and nephew do anything. He spoils the absolute shit out of them and would literally kill a man for them

Kids usually gravitate towards him. If he's in public and he see's a little kid staring at him he'll stick his tongue out and play with them

He use to babysit when he was a teen so he's got skills with changing diapers

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He wakes up early to work out and go on a run but when he comes home he likes to sneak into bed with you and hold you til you wake up. He likes to stay in bed for a couple hours before you two fully get out of bed. He always makes breakfast for you even if you have to work and he doesnt

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He likes to wind down and watch the most popular show that out and then get ready for bed by around 10-11ish he’ll hop into bed maybe read or browse on his phone til he falls alseep. Hed smoke a joint before bed too

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s a very open person but when it comes to his truama he hides it until he feels comfortable enough to tell you. But also on the other side if you start truama dumping hell start truama dumping

When he’s getting to know you he’ll just randomly ask you some questions about you

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's very level headed when it comes to his anger. When he was younger he used to have anger issues but learned how to keep his emotions at bay. If hes mad he’ll let you know but he does snap at you but he will never raise his voice.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers specific things like the type of food you eat, what your do’s and don'ts are. He usually forgets certain events so he has to be reminded. He has a calendar on his fridge so he can remember certain dates you tell him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves the nights that you two spend together whether its cuddling on the couch to the two of you ‘fighting’ in mario party. Just winding down and having fun with you makes him so happy

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Hes SUPER protective over you. Hes not a toxic level but he would take a bullet for you. If a friend upsets you he’ll calm you down and then his mama bear instincts will kick in and he'll try to contact said friend and talk to them about what happened.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

For dates he likes to do fun stuff like go on a hike, rock climb, any date idea from tiktok. He loves to spoil you and take you out to nice dinners every month

For anniversaries he snags it in the bag. He loves to surprise you and either take you out to a fine dinner or a really nice hike or camping trip. He’ll ask you what you want to do months before and plan everything out

His love language is gift giving so whenever he finds something he thinks you'll like hell buy it and give it to you. Definitely spoils you in the candy department especially if your craving. One time he drove to three different stores for a certain item because you mentioned you where craving it.

With every day Tasks he’ll do them but if you ask him to. He’ll do the major things like dishes cleaning up trash around the place but if his room gets messy or his bathroom is too cluttered youll have to ask him to clean it up (which he'll do)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's constantly has to be stimming most with something in his mouth so he'll bite his nails, chew some gum, those little flossers in his mouth. Hes like a dog with a bone

He leaves the toilet seat on

He talks with his mouth full and he eats like hes starved.

Hes a snorer

He’s messy as well

He will chug a soda and then burp loud as fuck

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He has a 10 step routine for his hair and he’s always trying to smell good. He has a fear of smelling bad so he has multiple types of soaps

He uses high end shampoo and conditioner for his hair.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’d be like a lost puppy without you. He absolutely adroes you and would love to spend every moment of his life with you

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He loves to jam out to music when he’s cleaning and he WILL use the broom as a mic.

Spends majority of his paycheck on snacks

He’s a frequent shopper at lush and buys the latest bath bomb to try. Big bubble batch type of guy especially after a long day you will probably find him in a bubble bath with those eye

He likes to paint and draw in his free time

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Hates getting nagged at. Nothings more annoying than someone telling him to do something without asking nicely. He prefers someone whos on the same page or better with being tidy in their living space. He definitely wants someone to help him clean on cleaning days.

An instant turn off is if his partner is constantly trying to start a fight with him. He doesn't want to bicker and fight 24/7

He definitely prefers someone who’s independent but also not at the same time

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Heres his nightly routine

He makes dinner or orders take out and eats them in his living room while catching up on the latest show

He’ll clean up the place til hes bored of doing that

He’ll go to the bathroom, run a bath and relax in there for a while either reading or scrolling through his phone. He’ll get out brush his teeth, take his medicine, do a breif skin care routine, and put on a pair of shorts and oversized shirt to sleep in

He likes to lay in bed and either read or watch something. He’ll also boot up his console and play some games with his friends

He’ll eventually get tired and usually falls asleep doing what he was doing in bed

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the power of love pt six | stranger things ; s.harrington

CHAPTERS ; one | two | three | four | five |

AUTHORS NOTES; If you think this post looks a wee different than when you last saw it, it does. Trying out a new format, but I digress. This chapter came to me on a whim and honestly, I love how it turned out. I hope nobody minds me adding background characters to these because I'm originally an original character writer and writing y/n or reader format is new to me. Kind of challenging sometimes, but I'm enjoying the ride.

You guys have me mind blown, oh my god. I didn't think anybody would actually read anything I posted on here, let alone interact with it. The fact that you guys have been doing that just. I'm in my feelings, ugh, I love you all so so so fucking much and I hope that just one thing I write makes even just one person's day better because then it will definitely be worth it.

-Ashes

SUMMARY; you, the reader, are the older sister of Dustin Henderson. and until Steve Harrington came along, you were pretty much just doing your own thing. an unlikely friendship forms, but will it lead to more?

--- the chapter where reader and steve do a little grocery shopping, have a little moment or two and reader reveals her car has a name.

PAIRING; Steve Harrington x Henderson!Fem reader.

WARNINGS; mentions of the devils lettuce, awkward conversations, swearing, Steve Harrington is a warning all in himself, angst + mutual pining, eventual feelth -tis spelled this way for a reason babes, and thas it.

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“Y’know, tutoring usually ends with books and notebooks. Not a grocery trip..” Dustin’s statement has you reaching out to lower the volume on the radio and you reach across the seat to playfully tweak his cap. “Aw, don’t worry.. I won’t forget your stupid pudding cups. Mom needed food anyway and all I’m buying with the rest of my check is art supplies.”

“And weed.” Dustin snorts out, laughing.

“Hey!”

“You don’t have to hide it from me. I know what you’re doing when you’re sitting on the big limb outside your bedroom window late at night. Surprised you haven’t fallen out of the  damn tree yet, clumsy as you are.”

“Watch it, little fucker.” you warn, laughing. But your brother’s got that solemn little old man look, like he wants to say something but he’s not sure he should. You reach out and lower the radio again. “Okay, kid. Out with it.”

“I just dunno about him, okay? I mean Mike’s always saying he’s kind of a slut..”

“Again, I remind you.. You are the little brother. But continue?” you nod, waiting for Dustin to finish whatever he’s working up to saying. 

“I just want you to be careful, alright?”

“Dustin, oh my god… I swear, if you give me a lecture, kid.. I’m gonna hug you in front of everybody at the arcade when I drop you. Do you really want Gia to see that?”

Dustin shrugs. “I think she’s pissed at me anyway.”

You rub the bridge of your nose. “Okay, what’d you do?”

“It’s more what she did. She uh.. Tried to kiss me, I panicked and bolted out of the AV room.”

You’re snorting because you’re laughing because this is peak Dustin, truly. This is your adorable little brother. You place a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to kiss her back, y’know. If you don’t wanna. If she’s mad, so be it. It’s your body, your choice.”

Dustin seems relieved. He hates people getting mad at him. Always has.

You pull to a stop in front of the arcade. “I’ll be back at six, tops.” you promise. As Dustin goes to get out, you catch hold of his hand and place some badly wadded bills into it and you smile. “Play a few extra rounds. Or go across to the diner and get something to eat with your friends.” 

“Thank you.” he smiles and leans in for a hug. Those are getting a little rare since he’s hit middle school. You miss it, you really do. The hug lingers and as he pulls away, he smirks. “No funny business with Steve.”

“We’re just going to study, damn it. Why the hell does everyone insist that he likes me or I like him?”

“Because I know you. I know you like him. Besides, that’s why you went on a whole three page tangent about him in your diary the last time you wrote in it. You don’t devote three pages to someone you don’t care about a little, I mean.. C’mon.”

Dustin rushes inside and you pull away, turning around to go back towards the side of town Steve lives on. The whole drive over, you want to kick yourself because the last thing your little brother said to you before he got out of the car won’t leave you alone.

No amount of trying to shove it out of your head helps. At all.

By the time you’re parking in Steve’s driveway behind Steve’s BMW, you’ve managed to convince yourself that he’s definitely not wrong and you definitely feel something but you’re also better off keeping it buried, keeping it locked inside of you because you know there’s no possible way telling him would end in anything besides disaster.

Steve’s leaning in the doorway and when your car pulls to a stop behind his, he can feel his heart flutter a little. He grins to himself and starts to walk down to your car. You take a deep breath, push everything in your head out of it and roll down your window.

“I’m driving. You drive like a bat out of hell, woman.”

“As if!” you answer, pouting a little.

“C’mon.” Steve insists calmly. You grumble, but you get out. You’re forehead to chest with him and you’re giggling to yourself about it while also wanting to kick yourself because you just giggled. Again. 

You pull yourself together and look up at him, head tilted. A hand against his chest and he wonders if you’ve realized yet that whenever you do this, you always seem to place your hand in the exact same spot, without fail, every time. Right over his heart. You bite your lip and his eyes fix on the little movement, soft lips.

He wonders what it would be like to kiss them and it’s only the thousandth time today. 

“Steeve, c’mon. Grocery store closes in like.. An hour.” you tap your foot and clutch at his shirt a little. “And you’re getting real food. Not the processed shit.”

“Alright, alright. Y’know, I’m doing just fine with this processed shit.”

“Mhm.. Talk to me in fifteen years when you’re in my emergency room with artery problems. Nope, not havin it, sir.” you laugh softly.

“You’re going into medicine?” Steve asks as he adjusts the seat.

Somehow, this didn’t surprise him.

You shrug. “Toyed with it. I mean my mom is a nurse. And it doesn’t take that long to get a license and take the training. I don’t know about doing it though because she’s always working and like… That just doesn’t fit with what I want?”

Steve studies you intently. “What’s that?”

You’re flustered. One, you don’t know how to answer it without sounding like a sap or coming across as weak and dependent, neither of which you happen to believe you are. Two, you’re pretty sure he’ll laugh his ass off at you.

“It’s dumb, alright? Just.. trust me.” you laugh softly. 

“It’s probably not that bad.” Steve mumbles, glancing at you as he stops at the sign on the end of his street to look for oncoming traffic. “C’mon.”

“Steve, I’m telling you. It’s dumb.”

“Just say it.” he insists.

“Ugh, fine. Fuck it. One day, I wanna have a family. And nursing is kind of counterintuitive to that. Because I’m not gonna put myself through what my mother has to do to support Dustin and I. There are days when she works back to back and has to miss something either of us has going and I hear her crying at night..” you go quiet and stare out the window, watching houses pass by. You’re waiting on him to laugh, or react in some way, but he doesn’t, at first.

Steve’s watching you out of the corner of his eyes as he drives into town. You’re doing that little thing again where your hands are in your lap and you’re playing with your fingers and the sleeve of your shirt. You’re practically squirming, he can tell that what you’ve just admitted was hard to say, but he can’t think of anything to say because he just keeps hearing what you’ve said over and over in his head. And then there’s all the stuff Tommy and Carol, even Billy, they keep insisting there’s something there and deep down, he knows there is.

The fact that somehow, you want the same thing as he does, he doesn’t know whether to take that as a sign and hold tight now, do whatever it takes to never let go or keep insisting that they’re all wrong and go on the way he is now.

,, you don’t have to have an answer right away, idiot. You’re probably not enough anyway. Your own parents barely come home but what two? Three? Times a year because they can’t be around you?” the thought is sombering but this time… this time, there’s this little sliver of hope that just won’t die like it usually does after his latest round of pessimism and overthinking.

The grocery store parking lot comes into view and he pulls into an empty spot in the back row. By now, you’re pretty sure that your stupid little confession was just too much because something in the air has shifted, the tension is back again and God, it’s thicker, it’s choking almost.

He kills the engine to your car and clears his throat. “Y’know… you don’t have t’ do one or the other.”

“Yeah.” you mumble quietly. “I told you it was dumb.” you’re faking a grin, shrugging as you reach for the door handle on the passenger side. Steve reaches out to grab your wrist, stopping you because he could look at you and tell you were about to bolt and you’d probably never bring up anything personal around him ever again.

You glance back over your shoulder at him. Your eyes dart down to the way that hand of his is wrapped around your wrist gingerly. “Steve, c’mon.”

“It’s not stupid. If that’s what you want, that’s what you want. I-I.. I mean it, okay? It’s not dumb at all.” Steve says it in this quiet and calm tone, almost as if somehow he’s picking up on your embarrassment and he’s trying to fix it when you’re the one who made things embarrassing to start with. You swallow hard and shrug. “Doesn’t matter anyway, right? We’ve gotta wade through the bullshit that is high school first.” you take a deep breath and plaster on a grin that you hope is convincing enough to get him to change the topic and get into the store. 

Steve nods. He’s got that calm feeling again. The one he always seems to feel lately whenever he’s around you. He even laughs quietly in agreement while his mind spins out of control over the simple fact that you didn’t say I’ve just gotta wade through the bullshit that is high school but we’ve.

What’s scary as hell and absolutely perfect is just how easily he can sit back and imagine things, a few years down the road… If he can just get himself to do something. Anything.

And then it hits him. Tommy and Carol are right. Billy’s right. Everyone who has been telling him for a while now that there is something there and sooner or later, he won’t be able to fight it anymore, the way they’re always asking him wouldn’t it be worth the risk to at least try..

He’s gotta do something.

And this makes up his mind.

He has to at least try again.

He lets go of your wrist and gets out of the car, locking it before making his way around to where you’re standing, a cart in front of you. Rather than just walk beside you like he probably would have a few minutes before the conversation, he stands behind you, his arms encasing yours, his chest against your back. “I still say the processed shit isn’t that bad because I’m a nightmare in the kitchen.”

You gulp because his cologne is in your nose, his chest is against your back and he’s propped his chin so that his mouth is right next to your ear because of course, he’s slouching… Again. You manage to pull yourself together enough to glance over your shoulder at him and you smile. “We’ll stick to the easy stuff, I promise.” you reach out for a bag of grapes in produce and you’re popping one into your mouth. Steve snickers to himself and mumbles quietly against your ear, “You’re not supposed t’ eat them now.”

“But that’s the fun part.” you pout a little and laughing softly, you hold one up to him. He opens his mouth and you pop the grape into it. “That’s actually not so bad. Haven’t eaten grapes since we were in elementary school.”

When his parents hired the nanny to look after him. The only amount of time he had packed lunches every single day.

His hands just won’t be still. As you push the cart, he stays behind you, but his hands are on your hip when they’re not on the handle of the cart. You’re barely able to focus because of course you’re not and you’re wondering whether maybe, just once, Valerie maybe doesn’t have a point every single time she tells you lately that you and Steve Harrington are so much more than ‘just friends’.

You round the corner after grabbing a few things and you’re wandering down the pasta and sauces aisle, gathering boxes and bottles. After a few more aisles, you realize that it’s nearing when you promised you’d pick your brother up from the arcade and you palm your face. “Shit..”

“What’s up?” and if that husky voice, the warmth of his breath against your ear don’t have you clenching your legs all over again… You laugh softly. “I gotta make a detour on the way back to your house. Told my brother I’d pick him up from the arcade again.” you admit, sheepish. Steve smiles and nods. “He doesn’t like me a lot, does he?”

“Dustin just has to like.. Get used to you.” your sentence trails off and you’re wondering if you’ve just said it all wrong or if it sounded the way it did in your head upon hearing the words leave your mouth -to him. “People, I mean. He has to get used to new people.”

Steve chuckles quietly. That stupid little sliver of hope he keeps battling down grows just a little more. It’s probably the sole reason he feels brave enough to mumble next, “You were fine before. Do I make you nervous or somethin?”

“Nope.” you’re lying, of course. Well, not really. It’s not so much him as what you’re fast starting to come to terms with as far as the way you feel about him. But he doesn’t need to know that, not now, not ever. Because why would he, King of Hawkins High, settle for you when he could probably have anybody he wanted with zero effort involved.

“Liar.” Steve mutters against your ear as you wheel the cart to an open checkout line and start to pile the food onto the conveyor belt to get rung up as best as you can. You laugh softly, meeting his gaze when he holds out a brick of cheese to you. You take it and stick out your tongue. “I’m not.”

“Mhm. Your entire face is as red as the tomatoes you just put up.” pretty brown eyes dance over you as he stands just a little taller and you tilt your head to stare up at him while gulping down yet another lump in your throat.

“Okay, fine. Maybe a little, but it’s not in a bad way or anything, alright? It’s just… Me. I’m a little awkward if you haven’t noticed, Steve. It’s not so much you as it is me.” you go quiet because you were rambling and now, oh god.. Now you’re blushing so much worse and your shoes have suddenly become the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen in your life. Until he reaches out, tilting your chin so you have to look at him. You laugh, sheepish.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Steve chuckles to himself quietly because this whole thing is making him realize that yes, he really does need to do something. 

The sooner the better.

– ( picking Dustin up from the arcade )

“Your sister is here. Steve is driving her car, too.” Mike informs Dustin and Dustin shakes his head and laughs. “Nobody drives her car but her.”

“Mike’s not wrong.” Will turns away from the door of the arcade, “Steve Harrington is driving her car.”

Dustin grumbles to himself. Mike nudges him. “That’s one of the signs, man. I’m telling you, she likes him.”

“So? Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. I mean, he seemed okay when he was talking to us outside that afternoon.”

Mike rolls his eyes.

Dustin rolls his eyes. Mike takes forever to warm up to new people and so far, the only exception to that rule is standing to the right of him and her name is Eleven. Lucas speaks up with a laugh. “If he’s always around when she’s doing clumsy stuff, maybe it’s a good thing. He’s not that bad, Mike.”

“Whatever. Anyway, I need to get Eleven home now. I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow, right?” Mike asks as he and Eleven start to walk over to the door, stopping halfway to look back.

“Same place we always meet up.” Lucas answers. Will nods in agreement. Will spots Jonathan and Nancy sitting in Jonathan’s car, waiting to pick him up. “Jonathan is here. Just a heads up, Nance is with him..” Will goes quiet, gazing out the door in mild concern because he really doesn’t want any problems.

He’s relieved when he sees that his brother and Nancy are still in his brother’s car and you and Steve are still in your Trans Am two cars in front of it. “I’ll probably be late in the morning, I think Jonathan is picking up Nancy too.” he tells them before saying a final goodbye and as he’s going out the door, Dustin sees Gia catch up to him.

“The hell is she up to?” Dustin wonders to himself as Lucas nudges him. “Whatever it is, Will’s got some serious deer in the headlight eyes right now. Just don’t worry about it, man. Y’know how Gia is. She’ll be mad and pout for a while but she always starts talking to you again.”

“I can’t believe my first impulse when she was going to kiss me was to squeak and run like an idiot.” Dustin grumbles, shaking his head. “I panicked, you know how she is! One minute we’re talking and I’m showing her that new ham radio and the next, she’s leaning against me and looking up at me funny.”

Lucas snickers and Max shakes her head. “She likes you, idiot.”

“Yeah, alright, okay. I get that but she could be a little more.. Subtle.” but then Dustin stops to think. Subtlety is not Gia’s forte, the same is it isn’t her older sister’s forte.

Will rushes out the door and Lucas glances at Max. “You should go see if Billys’ waitin.”

“I really don’t want to.” Max grumbles, pouting up at him. Lucas laughs. “C’mon, I’ll walk to the door too, okay?”

Max nods.

Dustin grabs his leftover tickets and he’s about to pocket them when he happens to look up on the top shelf and see a leopard.

Gia likes leopard anything.

Loves it.

Has a leopard print jacket that’s real soft. Big leopard print hoops she wears all the time. Dustin clears his throat and gets Keith’s attention. “Hey, that leopard. It’s really 100 points, right?”

Keith takes down the stuffed animal and looks, scoffing. “Try adding another zero, kid.”

A throat clears from behind him. Dustin turns to find Steve standing there, chuckling. “No way in hell that leopard is 1000 points, Keith. Just give it to the kid. C’mon, man. It’s probably for his sister or some girl. Do you really want to stand in the way of him giving a gift?”

“1000 tickets.”

“How about 100 tickets and,” Steve digs around in his pocket. “Fifty bucks?”

Keith grumbles and shoves the leopard at Dustin and Dustin gives Steve Harrington a grateful smile. Steve chuckles and shrugs it off.

“Who were you giving it to?” Steve asks, waiting on an answer. Dustin spots Gia over by the dartboard and nudges Steve to get his attention. “Her. I kind of messed up earlier this week…” Dustin trailed off. Steve gazed at the little brunette in bell bottoms, a fuzzy leopard jacket and a Led Zeppelin shirt as she suck popped a gum bubble and he laughed quietly. “Go on and give it to her. We’ve gotta get going.”

Dustin shuffles over and taps Gia on her shoulder. But she’s got the headphones to her Walkman on, so he slips one off of her ear. “Hey.”

Gia turns to look at him and she is pouting, but then he pulls the leopard from behind his back. “T-there. I gotta go. I’m sorry, okay?”

“It’s okay, Dusty.” she wanted to say it to his face but as habit, he’s bolted before she can even get the words out. She grins and giggles, holding the stuffed leopard against her tight.

“We’ll name you Dusty.”

Outside in the car, you’re flipping through the radio, until you hear a Metallica song playing faintly and you stop on the station. You’ve just started to drum your hand against the dash and bang your head a little when Steve and Dustin appear out of nowhere, both of them snickering at you. You frown at both of them and get out so Dustin can climb into the backseat.

“What were you doing, Dustin?”

“I uh.. Tried to win Gia something, okay?”

You laughed and reached back, fluffing his hair. “Hey. Knock it off.” he grumbles. Then he nods to Steve. “He’s driving diablo. You never let anyone drive Diablo.”

Your mouth opens and closes with your cheeks burning hot. “Untrue! Mom did!”

“Yeah and immediately said she was never going to again. Your car is like the one in that Stephen King book, sis.”

“Yeah? Well he’s behaved just fine for Steve.”

“You named your car?” Steve is trying not to die laughing as he pulls away from the arcade. “And why diablo, huh?”

“Because… I helped rebuild the motor this summer and when it was finished finally, I took it out for a drive and immediately had to fix the transmission too.. I was pissed, it was two am when my uncle and I finished that and I was high as shit. It seemed like a good idea at the time… Tell me your BMW isn’t named, Steve…”

“Well no..” Steve scoffs.

“Bullshit.” Dustin insists.

“Okay, alright. Baby girl.”

“Seriously? Baby girl? And you’re giving me shit about choosing to name my car diablo, Harrington?” you sull up and cross your arms, shaking your head as you laugh it off. 

“Diablo.” Steve snorts, shaking his head as he turns at the corner. “Are we taking you home or do you wanna come to my place, kid?”

Dustin mulls it over.

You glance back at him, waiting. “It’s completely fine, Dustin. I mean, Mom is going to be gone most of the night again, kid… I can make something for you to eat.”

“We went across to the diner. If you don’t mind..” Dustin trails off and grins. “Screw it. I’ll come with you guys.”

You smile and seeing you smile makes Steve smile to himself when he glances over to see you.

“So you lose your reading glasses and name vehicles when you’re high. What else do you do?” Steve asks, mostly in teasing. Dustin laughs. “She sits outside in that big tree next to her window. I keep sayin it’s a miracle she hasn’t got the giggles and fallen out yet. Oh and one time, she made macaroni at three in the morning and fucking dragged me out of bed to eat it.”

“It was good though!”

“I mean, it was still three am, gremlin.”

“Ah fuck you both.” you stick your tongue out and pretend to pout about them making fun of you.

“You got my pudding cups, right?” Dustin asks.

“Duh.” you grin. “I promised, did I not?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you’d be preoccupied and forget.”

You flip him off.

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Chapter Thirty Two: Happy Birthday (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

(Warning: slight hint at intimacy at the end) 

It’s today. Today’s my 19th birthday! 

I wake up bright and early, so I can start breakfast before everybody wakes up. Tha sun’s just rise’n, so a pale pink lights up tha kitchen. But just before I can start chop’n onions, 2 strong arms trap me between tha counter and-

“Morn’n, Spot.” I smirk.

Spot grins devilishly. “Morn’n, Beauty.”

He leans in and whispers in my ear: “I hear you has a boithday today.”

My grin widens. “You remembered!”

“‘Course I did! What made ya think I’d forget my goil’s boithday?”

I turn and wrap my arms around his neck, pull’n him closer. “Thank you.”

Spot kisses my neck and hums against my skin- then all in one move grips my thighs and sets me on the table. He lays his head on the table, look’n up at me with luv’n eyes.

“Today’s your day, Rebecca. You’s don’t have to do noth’n here, you can do whatever you wants. Got it?”

I nod.

“Good. So go on, shoo. Ya don’t godda make us breakfast, we’s all more than capable of do’n that ourselves. Go do whatever you want.” 

He gets up and opens his arms. “You’re free.”

He turns to walk away but I sneaks up behind him and jump on his back.

“Beauty? Wha-?” Spot chuckles and tries to turn around but I cling tight. “As much as I’s enjoy’n this, whaddya do’n-?”

“I wanna spend my boithday with my family, and-” I lean in and kiss Spot’s cheek. “With the man I luv.”

“Yeah, right.” Spot laughs it up but stops when he sees I ain’t joke’n. “Ya mean it?” He whispers.

I hug him tighter. “I really do.”

“God I luv you.” Spot sighs. When I unwrap from Spot he holds my face in his hands.

“Rebecca- what do you want to do?”

I think for a minute, then say: “We’re have’n dinner in ‘Hattan if you wants to come. Then…” I lean in. “Join me upstairs toight?”

Spot’s eyes widen and a big grin spreads across his face. “Sounds good to me.”

“Good. I’m gonna go to the market now and be back for lunch.”

“Save’n me from tha torture of shop’n? You’s a lifesaver!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Now get some breakfast ‘fore ya fall over!” I smirk as I head outside into the crisp autumn air. Some of tha boys is already start’n out- Danny and Vinny including.

“Hey, Becs! Hear’s you gots a boithday today?” Danny playfully slaps my shoulder.

“Sure do, guys! I’s officially 19 today.” 

“Congrats, Becca!”

“Yeah- I’s made it ‘round the world anodda year, big deal.” I shrug.

“Ya kidd’n? It’s your birthday! Celebrate a little!” Vinny swings an arm around me and points. “Head over to Queens. There’s a tavern called Tootsie a few blocks down, tell ‘em Vinny sent ya and they’ll set you’s up good. Trust me.”

“Oh, um-”

Before I can ask, Vinny and his grin’n brodda is already head’n inside.

“Um ok.”

I first head to the market and sift through all the produce, selecting a few fresh apples, squash, and some odda harvest goods. I also treat myself to a new winter shawl, already feel’n the warm sanctuary from the bitter cold. 

Then I follow Vinny’s advice and head to Queens. At foist I’s completely lost and got no clue where this ‘Tootsie’s’ place is, ‘til I follow a group-a Queens newsies to an alley and up to a lit-up sign display’n ‘Tootsie’s Dive Bar.’ It seems a bit uneasy, but the laughter com’n from inside seems like it’s on the friendly side, so I trust my gut and go with it.

I step inside, and immediately-

“Hey! Didjyou follow us here?!” The Queens newsies gang up and threaten to surround me.

“You’s from Brooklyn, ain’t ya?” A buff guy sneers.

A smaller kid shakes his head. “Naw, she’s from ‘Hattan. I’s sure of it.

“Actually, I-” I start.

“No, she’s Brooklyn material. Look at her shoit!”

“She’s Kelly’s sista-!”

“HEY!” I get in their faces. “I’s Becs Kelly, Jack Kelly’s sista and Spot Colon’s goil. I was sent here by Vinny and his brodda Danny ‘cause it’s my boithday, so if any-a you’s got a problem with that, take a hike!”

I shove past ‘em while they’s still stunned at my outburst and sit down at the bar. Business is slow for how early it is, and the waitress comes over right away. 

“You new here?” 

“Sure is. Vinny sent me. Any suggestions?” I point at the menu.

She smiles. “Vinny, huh? I’m his goil, Audrey.”

I gape. “No kid’n! Godda say, you’s got a real charmer of a fella!”

She narrows her eyes a bit. “You got one?”

I wave my hand. “No need to worry ‘bout me steal’n nobody. I ain’t like that. ‘Sides, I’s got my own guy to worry ‘bout.”

Her smile returns. “Really? Who?”

“Spot Colon.”

Now it’s her turn to gape. “Really? Spot? Last I hear he was too much to handle.”

I shrug. “Guess I can handle it. So- got any suggestions?”

The goil presses her lips togedda and stiffly points to a menu that’s nailed to the wall. 

“The apple pie’s a good choice, and I’d pair it with some cider.”

I nod. “Much obliged.”

She nods back and walks off, leave’n me with the Queens newsies.

I grunt. “You’s gonna just stare or are ya gonna say someth’n?”

The brute speaks foist.

“Sorry- is it Kelly or Colon?”

“Kelly… for now.” I wink.

“Sorry Kelly- we’s ain’t used to visitors- ‘specially in a less-known spot such as this. But any friend-a Vinny’s is a friend-a ours.”

His friends nod in agreement, and I smile in return.

“Thanks. ‘S nice to be welcomed.”

“Afta the stunt you’s pulled in tha strike, you’s welcomed here anytime,” A shorter newsie says.

“Thank you.” 

We do the spit-shake and by now my pie’s arrived- which is to die for. When we’s done it’s already 1:00, and I knows Jack’s wait’n for me by now. I head out and continue towards ‘Hattan, the familiar buildings give’n me comfort.

Crutchy, as usual, is wait’n at the window. In no time all the fellas is rush’n out to greet me.

“Happy birthday, Becs!”

“You’s officially 19 now!”

“Congrats, Becca!”

“Guys, guys, let me breathe!” I smile as I try to escape the human clump. “It’s so good to see you guys- I haven’t been here in forever! How’s things going?”

“Jack moved out!”

I stop walk’n and I turn to face Race with my mouth gape’n. “What?”

Blink grins. “Yeah, he and Sarah moved to a place downtown a few weeks ago. Didn’t he tell ya?”

I swallow and shake my head. “No.”

I ain’t mad… am I? After all, we’s ain’t truly siblings… but Jack go’n through someth’n big like this and not tell’n me is kinda a blow to the face. After he tried to control my life so much and now he’s not even talk’n to me- I donno what to think.

Crutchy notices my reaction and pats my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Becca- I’m sure he meant to tell ya and just got caught up with someth’n. That’s all.”

I nod and try to forget how sick I feel. “Yeah. Is he even gonna be here for my boithday?”

The fellas look at each odda, unsure how to respond.

“He ain’t been come’n ‘round here no more, so we’s havn’t talked with ‘em,” Race says.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. That’s what we’s thought when he didn’t show up for woik last week.”

“What!?” I gasp.

Mush chimes in. “He didn’t show up to sell papes all week- we’s start’n to wonder if he got a real job now, since you’s both 19.”

This just makes me feel even more betrayed. My own best friend, the one I trusted my life with, not even tell’n us he was leave’n.

“Well… let’s just celebrate that Becca’s here, and it’s her boithday!” Snipeshooter announces. “Let’s eat!”

We all scream ‘yeah!’ and stampede into the kitchen. Kloppman’s about to leave for the night when he calls out to me: “Happy birthday, Kelly!”

The last name makes me sad, but I smile and say ‘thank-you’ anyway.

Crutchy, being Crutchy, still notices.

“Becca, it ain’t just you he’s ignor’n. It’s all of us. We miss him too, but we godda move on.”

I give a small grin. “You’re right, Crutchy. I’ll make stew-!”

“The Hell you ain’t!”

We all stop in our tracks and whip our heads the the door.

David, Sarah, and- 

“Jack!” I cry out and rush ova to nearly topple him ova in a big hug, and soon the oddas follow my lead. “We’s thought you’d left us!”

“And forget me sista’s boithday? Never!” Jack grins.

“He didn’t tell you?!” Sarah looks at me in horror, then turns to Jack, frown’n. “You said you were going to tell them we were coming!”

Jack shrugs. “Maybe I forgot, maybe I wanted to surprise ‘em?”

Sarah smacks his shoulder and turns to me. “I’m so sorry, Becca. If we’d known Jack hadn’t told you we would have said something!”

“She’s right,” Davey agrees. “Sorry Jack, but you’re terrible at communication.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Um, Jack- I can’t wait much longer. Sam’s getting fussy,” Les, look’n much older, pokes his head in the door.

“Who’s Sam?” I ask.

Sarah looks at Jack, furious, while Jack looks like he’s ‘bout to make a run for it.

“You. Didn’t. Tell. Her?” Sarah hisses.

Jack, eyes wide, simply says: “I’s been busy, y’know? We’s been try’n to raise a baby, for cry’n out loud!”

“WHAT?!” We all outburst.

My eyes widen and I put my hands up. “Shhh! You’s gonna wake tha kid!”

Sarah looks grateful at my remark, and motions to Les.

“Bring her in, Les.”

Les, look’n grateful to get a break from babysitting, steps in, and we’s now can all see he’s carry’n a bundle-a cloth.

I peer closer, and in the midst of blankets I can see a round, peach-colored face with a small clump of brown hair on top.

My heart melts almost instantly.

“Sarah! Jack!” I whispa. “Y-You… It’s Sam, right?”

Sarah nods and goes to take her child from Les, who goes to play with Snipeshooter.

“Samantha Becs Kelly, Sam for short. We figured you wouldn’t mind sharing your nickname considering you’re her Godmother.”

I nearly drop the glass I’s hold’n. “Wh-What?”

Jack wraps am arm around me. “That’s right, Becs. You’s a Godmodda- ‘s that ok?”

Still try’n to grasp at what’s happen’n, I nod. “Yes- yes! I’m honored! But why me?” I frown.

Jack gapes. “Who else’d be the best one to take care-a Sam if we’s ain’t here? Rebecca, you’s the most trustworthy goil we know, and it’s a privilege for us to have you to be the Godmodda for Sam.”

“I- I don’t know what to say… This is the best birthday gift I’s could ever imagine.” 

Sarah smiles. “Would you like to hold her?”

I smile and nod. “Yes, please!”

I gently take the slumbering babe and hold her close to my chest, rock’n her a bit. Sam stirs, and looks up at me with big, brown eyes- Jack’s eyes.

“Hiya, Sam. My name’s Becca.”

Sam coos. “B-Bbbbb.”

We all laugh and I hand Samantha back to Sarah.

“You’s go sit and make yourselves comfy while I go make dinner-”

“Nu-uh, Beauty. Lemme stop you right there.”

I gasp and turn, only to have soft lips press to mine and strong arms pull me in.

When Spot lets me go I have to stifle a laugh when I see Jack’s face.

“Hey, you’s moved out and had a baby without tell’n me- the least you can let me do is kiss my fiancé !” I snicker.

“HUH?” Jack all but falls oudda his chair, while the rest-a the fellas gasp and smile.

“Becca? You- you and Spot-?”

“Ya did it, Spot!” Boots congratulates him. “I told ya she’d say ‘yes!’”

“That I did, Boots,” I grin.

“And you’s say’n I’m the one keep’n secrets?” Jack looks confused, but Sarah is super giddy.

“Oh Becca I’m so happy! When’s the wedding?”

“You’s on board with this?” Jack asks, still dazed, and turns to the fellas. “Me sista’s engaged and you’s all act’n like it’s all fine and dandy!”

“Jack, it ain’t like I’s marry’n a serial killer.”

“She’s right, Jack. And Spot asked for our blessing a few weeks ago,” Race says.

“Mine too,” David says.

“And me too!” Les adds.

Sarah’s stunned. “So we were the only ones who didn’t know?”

“I think you and Kloppman.”

“Why didn’t ya tell us, Becca?” Jack asks.

I shrug and grin cheekily. “Maybe I forgot, maybe I wanted to surprise ya? So whaddya say?”

Jack frowns, then looks between the fellas, David, and Sarah, who all have hopeful looks- especially Spot.

“You’ll treat her right?”

Spot nods. “She’ll be treated as Brooklyn royalty, noth’n less.”

“Good. ‘Cause if I hear you’s been hard on her or if she ain’t happy-” “You’ll be the foist to know, Jackie boy.” Spot says sincerely.

“I bedda be.” Jack sighs and throws up his hands. “My hands are tied. Fine- ya have me blessing!”

Everyone cheers and Sarah hugs Jack.

“Which means I can do this-” Spot leans in and kisses me deeply, get’n a few hollars.

“Whatever- just don’t lemme see it,” Jack groans and avoids my gaze.

I now see that Bucky’s joined us, along with Scabs, Danny, and Vinny.

“As I’s was say’n…” Spot pecks my cheek and steers me to a chair. “You’s gonna sit, chat, and observe as we make you dinner this time, alright Beauty?”

I chuckle. “You boys is gonna burn the place down is what you’s gonna do!”

“Actually…” Mush speaks up softly. “I’s been practice’n.”

I gape. “Really?”

He shrugs. “I’s been work’n a few hours at Jacobi’s- guess they like my cook’n. So whaddya say, Becca- let us cook for you? ‘S the least we can do for all you’s done for us.”

I nearly cry. “Aw, thanks Mush. Thanks guys. You’s make’n this the best boithday I’s had in a long time!”

“Don’t mention it, Becca.” Specs sits next to me and hands me a small package. “Happy boithday!”

I freeze. No one’s gotten me a gift in forever…

“Really, Specs? You know I’s don’t take gifts-”

“No exceptions!” Race spreads his arms to make his point clear. “We’s all chipped in, and you’s gonna take it whedda ya likes it or not!”

Glare’n at Race, I gingerly take the package (which is supris’nly light) and slowly tear off the newspaper wrapping.

I godda smirk. “Nice wrapping papes.”

“Just shut up and open it!” Boots says.

I grin and finally get to open’n the box to reveal-

I gasp.

There, half covered in paper at the bottom of the box, is a brooch. A dark blue brooch, with my face. As if somebody had copied my face and engraved it in a stone the size of a large grape. And I’d seen these before, in shops when I was sell’n. They ain’t cheap.

“It- You- Why- Guys, how did you know?” I studda.

Spot hugs me and plants a kiss on my head. “Maybe a little boidy told me.”

I gasp and look up at him. “You’s been spy’n on me?”

Race looks a tiny bit sheepish. “We’s may have asked Spot to find out what you liked, see’n as how you’s spend most time with him now-”

I go to protest-

“But! At least you keep in touch,” Race adds, obviously to poke at Jack, who looks away.

“Scabs kept see’n you look at the jewelry window, and we’s figured you liked the brooch, correct?”

I nod.

“Yeah, and we’s know your favorite color is blue, so we got your face put on a blue stone.” Specs adds.

“B-But I’s a newsie… I can’t wear this to work! I’ll lose it, or someone’ll swipe it-”

“Beauty, you’s ain’t gonna be a newsie forever- I’ll make sure-a that,” Spot says to me and then leans in to whisper: “And… sometime down the line, it’d look real fine on you if you’s was a housewife.” 

“I hoid that!” Jack calls.

I smirk and kiss Spot’s cheek. “I like the way you think.”

Spot grins back. “I know.”

“Hey, luvboids, can we skip tha romance and eat?” Snipeshooter asks.

“I’m hungry!” Les says.

“Yeah, let’s eat!” Davey goes to help in the kitchen, while Spot gives me an odd look.

I raise a brow. “What?”

“You’ll see.”

And with that, he goes to help the oddas with dinner while I chat with Sarah and Les.

Afta a mouth-wadder’n meal (Mush can really cook!), we’s all sit and play cards.

“You got a real talent, Mush.” I congratulate him. “You’s should really look into that as a job.”

“Really?”

“Sure! ‘Sides, we’s ain’t all gonna be newsies forever!”

“What ‘bout me?” Race asks.

“You’d be a good banker.”

His nose scrunches. “Why?”

“You’s might suck at gambl’n, but ya can count money in no time flat.”

“She’s got a point, Race,” David speaks up. “I know a banker who’s looking for an apprentice if you’re interested.”

“And me?” Blink asks, a bit skittish. “I got a bad eye, remember.”

I smile and put a hand on his shoulda. “A teacher.”

Blink’s eye widens. “Really?”

“Ya kidd’n? I’s seen you teach Tommy how to read in a week! You’s a good teacher, Blink- ya just don’t know it yet.”

“Enough career talk- let’s play!” Race starts deal’n.

I groan. “Fine, but no bet’n! There are children present.”

“Hey! I’m 13 now!” Les complains. Wow he really did grow up.

“Sorry, Les. But Samantha’s still here. And I don’t want gambl’n on my boithday.”

Race gives in and throws up his hands. “Ok, just ‘cause it’s your boithday.”

I grin. “Thank you!”

The odda Brooklyn newsies head out early, mean’n Spot must’ve told ‘em to so we could be alone. On the walk back it’s a bit chilly, so Spot wraps his jacket around me.

“Really, I’s fine! You’s gonna catch a cold!” I protest.

“Beauty, I ain’t let’n ya freeze on me on your boithday. Then ya won’t get to see what I got ya,” Spot adds playfully.

I groan and face him dead-on. “What did you do, Colon?”

He looks away mysteriously. “Noth’n.”

I groan again and shake my head. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Spot leans in and kisses down my neck. “I could think of a few things…”

“Does it involve somewhere warm? ‘Cause that sounds nice right now.” I shiver a little. “I gots to get a new coat soon…”

We get back and the entire lodging house is nearly all dark. Everybody’s asleep and it’s really windy, which means we don’t have to worry ‘bout too much noise. I go to climb the stairs but Spot wraps his arms around me.

“At least lemme carry you up.”

I raise a brow. “You know me bedda than that to try and- hey!”

Spot smirks as he grips my things and lifts me up, already climb’n the stairs. I give in and wrap my arms around Spot’s neck, and my legs around his torso- cling’n tightly like a cat in a tree. This reaction makes Spot moan a little and I take the opportunity to tease him.

“What? Too close for ya?”

Spot all but kicks down the bedroom door to step inside and gently lay me on the bed, all the while kiss’n down my neck.

“Never too close, Beauty. It’s yer boirthday, and I wanna make you feel good. ‘S there anyth’n I can do?” He nips my ear and I moan.

“Anyth’n,” I whispa as I drag my hands down his muscular back.

“Ya sure?” Spot asks as he hovers over me, a playful but still sincere look on his face.

“Yes!” I lean forward and kiss him, surprise’n him. “Spot Colon, ya drive me crazy, and if you’s keep teas’n me I’m gonna ignore ya!”

Spot gets the message and, taking my warning seriously, immediately starts kiss’n me down my neck while he grips my thighs, run’n his hands up my hips. When I let out a blissful moan, Spot chuckles and sends vibrations down my skin.

“That feel good, Beauty? You like that?”

“Yes,” I barely make out as I hug his neck.

“I gotta know,” Spot asks when he looks up to kiss my forehead. “Whaddya see in me? Why me, outta all-a the guys in New York… Why pick a gutter-trash deadbeat like me?” He looks at me with wide, sad eyes.

My heart melts and I cup his cheek.

“Because, Sean- you’s one of the foist men to treat me as a lady with respect, that I’s a goil but I ain’t delicate. Ya ain’t gutter trash-”

“Really? You’s a rich bum’s daughta and you’s say’n I ain’t poor?” Spot looks a bit annoyed.

I make him focus on me.

“No, Spot. I luv you ‘cause money and be’n fancy don’t madda to you. You don’t care that I’s ain’t all proper-like. Not to mention-” I stare straight into him. “Your eyes are so fierce, yet I know you’ll never hurt me.” I kiss his nose. “Got a cute nose too.” I run my fingers through his wavy hair and run my hand down his face. “Your jaw is so defined, and-” I drag my hands down Spot’s neck to his chest. “Don’t get me started on the rest of you…”

By now Spot’s shake’n from my attention, and finds courage to grip my hand and cup my face.

“Ya really think that? Not just say’n stuff-?”

I cut him off with a deep kiss.

“I’d never say that if I didn’t mean it, Spotty. You’s the toughest, handsomest King of Brooklyn I could ever need and the only man I want. I want to please you, Spot. Always will.”

“Oh, Rebecca.” Spot hugs me close and buries his face in my neck. “I’ll always wonder how I ever found a poifect goil like you- I don’t deserve ya, angel.”

I scoff. “I am anyth’n but a poifect angel.”

Spot looks up, an evil grin on his face as he rests his head on my chest.

“No, you’s my angel- my gorgeous angel. You’s poifect to me, my Queen of Brooklyn, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, Rebecca.”

He kisses me ova and ova as if I might just vanish.

“So… do you wanna see what I got ya?” Spot whispers suggestivly.

“You tell’n me this ain’t my gift?” I ask as Spot continues to run his hands up and down me.

“No, but you’ll like it just as much.”

“Oh? You sure ‘bout that?” 

“Yeah- but I donno, I can be very charming present.” Spot smirks.

I punch his shoulda and Spot jumps up to grab someth’n from off the dresser.

I moan and try to pull a blanket ova me. “Hurry up, Spot. It’s get’n cold.”

“In a bit, but foist-” Spot sits next to me and hold out a envelope. “Happy boithday, Rebecca Colon.”

Confused, I look at the envelope with a raised brow as I take it from Spot’s warm hand. There’s no writing on the cover, so I don’t know what to expect when I open it. When I do, I see it’s serious on account-a there be’n a bank seal on the front.

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Sean Colon. 

We are pleased to inform you that your last mortgage payment was successfully transitioned, and that your new housing is officially available for your residence.

I realize what this notice is and gasp. I turn to Spot, who’s got a giddy wide grin on his face.

“This- It’s- Y-You… bought…”

“Bought an apartment,” Spot finishes, look’n a bit shy. 

My mouth’s still a-gape in awe. “Why?”

Spot swallows, then says: “‘Cause I knew you’d wanna leave here eventually. That if we’s was ever gonna have a proper family that we’d be someplace to call our own, not just the lodging house. But I godda warn ya-” Spot looks to tha floor. “-it ain’t too big, and no marble floors or whatnot-”

I drop the envelope and engulf my marvelous fiancé in a tight hug, send’n us tumbl’n back onto the bed.

“Sean, this… this is the most thoughtful thing you’s eva done for me. It’s- I- I don’t know what to say!” I kiss his face ova and ova.

Spot, for once, is speechless. His face is frozen in a surprised expression until I start kiss’n his mouth.

“Really? Ya like it? Ya haven’t even seen it yet-”

“I don’t need to, Sean, ‘cause I knows you picked out the best one with a view of tha bridge, just for the two of us, am I right?”

Spot is surprised again. “Y-Yeah, yeah! I did.”

I smile. “That’s all I need, no marble floors at all! I’m so excited to be your wife, Sean Colon!”

Spot seems to regain his confidence and leaves a mark on my neck. “And I’s so happy to be your husband, Rebecca Colon. Happy boithday.”

“How long did ya plan this?”

Spot shrugs. “Might’ve started think’n ‘bout it when we’s won tha strike.”

My expression softens. “Ya really luved me then, didn’t ya?”

“Like I’s said- eva since you ran into me. Sometimes I wanna thank Benny for ever chase’n you to Brooklyn, ‘cause ever since that day me life changed forever.”

Spot’s fingers slide under my shoit, and I flinch a little since he’s cold. But Spot sees this differently.

“You ok? I’ll stop if ya want-” He asks, a bit nervous.

I shake my head. “No, Spot. You’s just really cold!”

Spot snickers and his fingers return to my side. “So I’s can take this off then?”

I smirk and nod back. Spot goes on and begins kiss’n my stomach, lead’n up to my neck. It’s pure bliss, and the best present nobody but Spot could give me. And while Spot’s leave’n more marks on my neck, his hands move to ghost around my hips.

“What ‘bout these?” He playfully tugs at my trousers against my skin and make’n me jump.

“Off. Take ‘em off,” I breathe.

He does, slowly, as if savor’n and kiss’n every inch and leave’n only my boxers  and undershoit on.

(I’m Your Man, by Michael Bublé )

“If you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to.” Spot sings softly.

Not expect’n this, I open my mouth to speak but Spot puts 2 fingers up to hush me.

“And if you want another kind of love, I'll wear a mask for you.” He leans forward and lays on his side to pull me into be’n a little spoon so I can press my head against his chest while he rubs circles on my back.

“If you want a partner

Take my hand.

Or if you want to strike me down in anger

Here I stand.

I'm your man.” He kisses the top-a my head, and I can feel tears start’n to tease my eyes.

“If you want a boxer,

I will step into the ring for you.

And if you want a doctor-” 

Spot runs his hands up and down from my back to my thighs.

“-I'll examine every inch of you.

If you want a driver

Climb inside.

Or if you want to take me for a ride

You know you can

I'm your man.”

Spot squeezes me tighter, so I wrap my arms around him.

“Ah, the moons too bright,

The chains too tight,

The beast won't go to sleep!

I've been running through these promises to you,

That I made and I could not keep.

Ah but a man never got a woman back

Not by begging on his knees.

Or I'd crawl to you, baby,

And I'd fall at your feet.

And I'd howl at your beauty

Like a dog in heat!

And I'd claw at your heart,

And I'd tear at your sheet,

I'd say please, please!

I'm your man

And if you've got to sleep

A moment on the road,

I will steer for you.

And if you want to work the street alone,

I'll disappear for you.”

Now, Spot’s hand moves to rub my stomach.

“If you want a father for your child,

Or only want to walk with me a while

Across the sand,

I'm your man.”

He goes back to grip’n my hips and moan’n in my ear.

“Ah, the moons too bright

The chains too tight

The beast won't go to sleep!

I've been running through these promises to you

That I made and I could not keep!

Ah but a man never got a woman back

Not by begging on his knees.

Or I'd crawl to you, baby,

And I'd fall at your feet.

And I'd howl at your beauty

Like a dog in heat!

And I'd claw at your heart!

And I'd tear at your sheet!

I'd say please, please!

I'm your man.

I'm your man.”

He lifts my chin to look up at his handsome face, eyes shine’n with luv, loyalty, and adoration.

“‘Cause I'm your man.”

By now I’s cry’n, a steady flow of tears stream’n down my face. Wow- just… How did I eva get so lucky?

“Spot…” I breathe. “Did you do that for me?”

Spot lowers his head. “Maybe.”

“What’s wrong?”

He shrugs. “You’s cry’n, so I’s must’ve one someth’n wrong-”

“Shut up!” I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him deeply, leave’n me sprawled on top. “Sean Thomas Colon, that was one-a the most thoughtful things anybody’s eva done for me, and it was poifect! I’s cry’n ‘cause folks don’t do that so much for me, and you acts as if I’s tha Queen of England! Don’t you dare say it weren’t poifect, ‘cause you’s just be’n hard on yourself! Just shut up and luv me!”

(Slight intimacy coming up, so feel free to skip. It’s a soft intimacy compared to other works I’ve read and there will be NO harsh language!)

I kiss him again and run my fingers through his hair. By now Spot’s get’n heated up and is get’n his legs tangled with mine. We rub against each odda and soon Spot’s moan’n with discomfort.

I give a small chuckle. “What’s wrong, Spotty?”

He groans. “You know what’s wrong!”

I rub my hand on his thigh. “I think I do.”

He moans louder. “Ya drive me crazy! Please, Beauty. I godda do someth’n!” He arches his back in attempt to ignore it.

I luv this. That Spot, be’n the in-charge poison he is, is ask’n me for permission. It just makes me luv him even more.

I rest my head on his chest and look right at him. “You wanna let go?”

He nods eagerly. “It’s all ‘cause-a you, it’s all for you! Please, just let me!” He squirms, and I don’t think he can take it much longer.

I nod. “Alright, Spotty. Go ahead.”

Spot’s head leans back and he lets out a big moan. All I can do is watch and admire his handsome face as it twists in bliss. I reach to hold his hand, but he’s still gripp’n my hips tight. At foist I think he’s nearly done, but then oudda nowhere his hips jut forward and I feel my pants get wet.

Immediately I inch away and wipe myself down. By now Spot’s realized what’s happened.

“Oh my God- Rebecca I am so sorry! I didn’t mean, ya know… God, why do I godda be so complicated?!” He sits up and rubs his brow.

I sit up next to him and rub his back, a gesture he’s surprised by.

“Spot, I’s ok with it. Noth’n happened. If anyth’n, I appreciate how you feel ‘bout me. ‘S just we’s ain’t quite there yet.”

“I know, I know. Just… I couldn’t help it, honest! You’s just so beautiful, and you’s my wife and I wanna have a future with you and I just luv you so much! It’s stupid, I know- I’s always heated up, so I godda learn to deal with it-”

“No, Spot. It’s not someth’n to be ashamed of. I luv you too, and I really do wanna have a future with you. ‘S just we’s just started this, and we should take it slow and easy. One day we will, but for now can we’s just lay here and smile since I’s a year older?” I lay him down and go to lay against his side, pull’n the blanket up. “I luv you, Sean, and I’m excited to have a future with you.”

Spot, who’s also cry’n now, hugs me and kisses my forehead.

“Don’t cry, Spotty. It makes me sad,” I say softly.

He nods. “I ain’t sad, I’s just happy you’ will’n to put up with me. I promise, Rebecca- you’ll never be treated bad ever again. You’s a wonderful person, and I’s gonna make sure you’s treated with respect. Happy boithday, Beauty.”

I smile in the dark and kiss a spot on his chest. “I luv you.”

“I luv you more than life itself.”

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