#i just don’t want her to miss out on saying goodbye to my dog and then think she missed it because i didn’t want her to come here

[kil-g]

surprise

a/n: i got too sad after writing that last thing and needed to do something silly

summary: there's a new member of the household and you have to convince simon to like them.

g!n reader; civvy!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: simon being mean to a dog :(

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“Hey, I’m…uh—I’m on my way home.”

“Oh!” You say. 

There’s a certain exasperation to your voice that makes him think that you’re somewhere that isn’t the house. He puts his phone down in the cupholder and places both of his hands on the wheel of the car.

“In an hour.”

“An hour?”

“An hour.”

“Could you fuck off somewhere and maybe make it, like an hour and a half?”

“I’d like to go home.”

“I know, yes. I know. It’s just that I have this whole thing planned and I need an extra thirty minutes. You’d be doing me a pretty big solid if you fucked off for a little bit longer.” 

“I’m tired and I’m hungry. I’m not gonna fuck off.”

“What, are we making this a race?”

“You can race. I’m going home.”

“Okay, we’re gonna race.” You say, halfway through laughter. 

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises.” He says.

“Well, I love you and I need you to suck it up because it’s a pretty cool surprise.”

Simon blinks, keeping his eyes on the road. Then, he sighs and says, “I’ll see you at home.”

“Not if I see you first!” You reply, this time a little out of breath. 

“I’m not racing you.”

“Scared you’re gonna lose?”

“Goodbye.”

“Love you!” 

The line dies out.

Part of him wants to be annoyed. Surprises weren’t exactly his favorite thing in the world. He especially did not like such a surprise that would keep him from coming home after a very long month of trying not to die in a violent, fiery explosion. And, he deeply, desperately wanted to lie down in a bed with an actual mattress, real pillows, and clean blankets.

But, for the life of him, he could not think of anything more unbearable than the thought of letting you down.

It was almost laughable. Simon is first and foremost a soldier. And, when you’re a soldier first before anything else, like a friend, companion, romantic partner, let downs were par for the course. A birthday, an anniversary. Celebrating a promotion or any other achievement of the like. Those didn’t even come secondary or even tertiary on the line of things that needed to be cared about. 

And, the worst part, is that you tolerated it. Sure, there was a certain disappointment to a missed call or text. Despite that, you loved him with a stability that he couldn’t possibly be more grateful for. It made him feel almost normal. Normalcy was a luxury someone like him couldn’t typically afford.

So, before he pulls his car into the driveway, Simon mentally prepares himself to be open-minded. Whatever the surprise was, he would do his best to actually try and enjoy it. That is until he unlocked the front door to the house and stepped in, only to be greeted with the sight of a dog sitting up, barking at him from within a metal crate.

She was clearly still a pup. Her paws are far too big for the size that she currently was. And, the more clear it is that Simon was no threat to her, the more she cries to be let out. Though, Simon makes no move to do any such thing. Instead, he sits on the couch and looks back at her until eventually, she stops making noise all together and resolves herself to sit quietly. Each time Simon accidentally catches her eye, her tail wags, bumping against the floor of her crate softly.

This goes on for about twenty more minutes before a key turns in the door knob once again. You step through, carrying bags of groceries.

“Sweetheart.”

“Can you help me with these?” You say.

Simon gets up, takes bags out of your hands and walks them into the kitchen. “Why is there a dog in the house?”

You lean down to lift the latch off of the door and the dog comes barreling out. “You couldn’t have opened her crate up for her? Why were you just staring at her like a weirdo? It’s a dog.”

“Why is there a dog in the house?”

“It’s our dog.” From one of the bags you were still holding, you pull out a bag of dog treats and throw it at Simon. “Give her one of these so she knows you’re not a complete hardass.”

“I’m not giving it anything.”

“Simon.”

He looks back at you. And, from the way you stare back at him, it becomes more and more clear that this dog is one of the very very few things that you simply won’t back down on.

In fact, there were toys all over the ground. He’s not sure how he didn’t notice them earlier. And, with an attentiveness that only slightly put him off, the dog fell into step beside you following you very closely while also looking up at you for any sign of praise or reward. 

Simon inhales, then exhales. He grumbles under his breath, then rips the bag of treats open and kneels down with one of them in his hand. When the dog notices, she clumsily stumbles her way over to him and gratefully takes the treat from out of his fingers.

You appear at his side and kneel down next to him, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Whose dog is this?”

“Ours.”

“I don’t want a dog.”

“You’ll learn to want a dog.” You say, jokingly. Your hands wrap around his arm and shake him gently.

“I’m serious.”

“Well, you aren’t exactly home very often. I think the decision is mine.” You say, firmly. “And, as sad as it is to admit, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t lonely, sometimes.”

He can feel the weight of your head on his shoulder. He doubts that your intent is to guilt him–but if it is, it’s certainly working.

The dog nudges her wet nose into the palm of his hand. No doubt looking for more treats Her head is smaller than his hand. As gently as possible, he brushes his knuckles over her head.

“Does the dog… make you feel less lonely?”

“Yes. Most of the time.”

He rests his palm over her head now, brushing his thumb back and forth over the space between her eyes. 

“What’s it’s name then?”

“Goose.”

“Stupid fucking name.” He says, softly.

“Fuck you.” You laugh. “You love it. Asshole.”

Goose walks in a circle in her spot, then sits with her back turned to him. She leans her weight against his knee.

“Not much of a guard dog.” He murmurs, and you reach a hand to scratch behind her ear. “Hardly did anything when I came in.”

“Because she’s a good girl.” You say.

He can feel her tail hit his foot at the sudden excitement at being praised for being anything. “If she’s gonna stay in this house, she’s gonna have to protect it.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Simon takes another treat out of the bag. Goose does absolutely nothing to hide her excitement. “And, how did this happen?”

“She got dumped outside of my work. No one wanted to take her so I took her.” You say. Simon looks at you and you look back at him. “No chip, no collar. She was wandering around our parking lot for hours, I think. Probably waiting for whoever dumped her. Vet said she can’t be any older than five months.”

“When was this?”

“About a month and a half ago.” You rub your thumb against his arm and press your mouth against his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Yeah.”

“So, what do you think?”

Slowly, Goose sinks down closer to the ground and settles her chin over her far-too-big paws. She looks at Simon, blinking at him with big eyes before they slowly settle into a nap.

“I think that a dog is a perfect waste of space.”

“Okay, what do you really think?” You chuckle. 

He sighs. A moment passes of complete silence. You’re hanging onto his arm, kneeling beside him as you both look down at this dog who can only get bigger and dirtier and stupider. This dog, who is also very soft and sweet. And, while (in his own opinion) he might be something of a monster, Simon couldn’t allow himself to be completely heartless. He couldn’t be the thing that takes away the bits of happiness that you can find for yourself.

“If it makes you happy, then I can hardly say no.”

You smile at him, give his arm a squeeze, and press another kiss on his cheek. You stand, “Do you wanna help me with dinner?”

“I’m gonna get cleaned up first.”

You hum in response but before you can fully turn away, he takes your hand and places a kiss on your cheek just below your eye, then another on your mouth. And in the moment that either of you are looking away from Goose, she gets up and begins chewing on his shoelaces.

“She likes you.”

“If I’m lucky it’ll pass.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t say that it will.” 

Another moment passes where it’s nearly completely silent, save for the sound of Goose’s mouth gnawing the little strings attached to Simon’s feet. Then, slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a squeeze. 

Then, you pull away, picking up Goose with a labored groan. You walk her over to the back door, open it, and place her down at the threshold. She all but stumbles down the steps into the backyard.

“Well, go get cleaned up if you really wanna help me with dinner.”

Simon watches you empty out grocery bags, then sighs. You listen to his footsteps walk farther into the house. And, through the window, you watch Goose twist up and roll into a splotch of mud. 

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley reader insert #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost reader insert #mw2 x reader

[hope-drunk]

BITE THE HAND

| you misbehave at an important event with abby, she puts you in your place.

| wc: ~3.7k

| cw: vague plot tbh, abby's a premed major, abby smokes cigarettes, punishment, brat!tamer abby, f!reader, spanking, edging, overstimulation, degradation, oral, fingering, strap usage (all r!recieving), mean!abby, praising, mentions of aftercare but not really a full scene of it, abby gets called mommy, lmk if i'm missing something

Abby’s really pissed off; she’s genuinely infuriated. You were embarrassing her; in front of  a lot of people who mattered. Important people, who determined what was going to happen with her future. She brought you to the banquet because she wanted to share this moment with you. She wanted to show you off to her peers and brag that you were supportive, and the best girlfriend that she could ask for, but you weren’t being supportive. 

You sit yourself down to sulk; spinning your straw around in your drink. You let out an agitated sigh. It’s boring here. Not only was it boring, Abby hasn’t paid attention to you the entire night. You thought that she was going to show you off, you even bought a new dress for this! But she didn’t seem to pay you any mind.

She seemed really interested in all the other people here though. From your point of view, Abby has spent the whole night bragging to them about her accomplishments. You’ve seen her arm get rubbed in amazement more times than you can count; it didn’t matter to you that they were just being friendly, that was your arm to rub. That was your girlfriend to praise. Every time you tried to insert yourself into conversation, Abby brushed you off. If she was already treating you like you were embarrassing her; you’d do it for real. 

Abby walks over to the table you’re sitting at. “Hey, can you get up for me? Want you to meet someone.”

You look up at her. “Oh, now you want to show me off?” 

“What are you talking about? Been trying to get you to meet people all night.” She puts a hand on your shoulder and rubs it up and down; a signal for you to stand.

“I don’t want to meet anyone.”

She scoffs; puts her pointer and thumb on the bridge of her nose and squeezes. “Please, baby, I really can’t deal with this right now.”

“Fine,” You say, standing and lacing your arm through her’s.

You walk over to an older man in a tux. Abby smiles politely at him.

“Doctor Smith, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend.” She says.

You shake his hand, trying your hardest to act like you want to be there. 

“So nice to meet you. You know, you have a rather impressive girlfriend. Miss Anderson is one of the best students I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, she does well to remind me.” You reply. You see Abby give you a look from the corner of your eye. The look isn’t a kind, loving one. The look says be fucking polite.

Luckily for you, the Doctor laughs and pats Abby on the shoulder. “She’s a firecracker, huh!”

“That’s one word for her.” Abby says. Now it’s your turn to shoot her a look, she ignores you, continuing her conversation with the Doctor. 

After they talk about the class that Abby is in, he says goodbye to you both, walking away to mingle.

“Come here,” Abby says. Before you can even ask her where, she’s yanking your arm and dragging you behind her.

You feel like a dog being yanked by the leash, her strong arms left no room to shimmy out of her hold; forced to go where she wanted. She pulls you into a family restroom and locks the door.

“Jesus Christ! What is wrong with you? That was embarrassing!” You practically yell at her, placing your hands on your hips.

“Embarrassing? I’m embarrassing you? You’ve been a brat the whole fucking night, sitting there with a goddamn pout on your face.” Abby says back at the same volume. You’re sure if anyone walked by they could hear you, but neither of you seemed to care.

“I’m not being a brat, you’re not paying attention to me.” 

“That’s because this isn’t about you. I wanted to bring you here so I could show everyone how supportive you are; how much patience and love you show me even though I am so busy with work, but I guess they don’t get to meet that version of you!” Abby yells at you, clearly frustrated with your attitude and accusations.

You’re rendered silent. You guess you don’t know what you thought this was going to be, maybe you had a different idea of the evening than Abby did. You slowly start to realize that you may be in the wrong; that you may have created some narrative in your head that Abby was ignoring you when really, she was trying to include you.

Abby sees you thinking, “What?”

“I’m sorry.”

Abby stands in shock, but she doesn’t let it show. She turns around and rubs a hand over her face. You’ve never apologized so fast. Usually it took a lot of coaxing to make you realize that you’ve done something wrong, but not this time. “Sorry for what?” 

“For– y’know,” you wave your hands around. Saying sorry was one thing, but you know what she really wanted from you; she wanted you to say you were being a brat; that you had been bad and embarrassed her.

“No, I don’t know.”

You whine, “Abby, you do know.”

“Listen, here’s what we’re gonna do; we’re gonna stay for thirty more minutes, and then we’re going to go home, and I’m gonna make you say why you’re sorry, alright?” 

Tears well in your eyes. Abby was relentless when it came to punishments. Even if you told her what she wanted to hear after the first ten minutes, there was no stopping her. It’s like she became a completely different person. With how mad she looked, you knew you were in for it tonight. Suddenly, you want to stay at the banquet, afraid of what will happen when you step foot into your joint bedroom. 

Abby watches as you fiddle with your hands, and despite how angry she was, she takes a deep breath and walks over to you. She lifts up your chin and plants a kiss to your forehead, reminding you that no matter how much you piss her off, she’ll never stop loving you. She walks out of the bathroom, swinging the door open and extending a hand behind her so that you would grab on. You quickly lace your fingers into her’s and let her pull you out of the small room. The rest of the time you’re there, you try your hardest to stay on your best behavior. This time, it’s harder, because you’re studying your every movement to make sure it won’t piss Abby off more; scared of what the girl would do to you if you kept acting up even after the talk. You do well the rest of the night though, and when Abby says her goodbyes, you cling extra hard to her arm; looking for comfort in the girl who’s about to put you in your place.

When you get into Abby’s car, she pulls her box of cigarettes out of her glove box; grabbing one and lighting it. A familiar pop song is playing on the radio, and there’s wind blowing through Abby’s cracked open window. 

She takes a long drag and looks over at you, “You know you can say stop at any time, right?” She exhales the smoke.

“Yeah,” you answer, meekly. 

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

The rest of the drive is silent. Abby finishes her cigarette and lights another one. You wish she would let you smoke one, but every time you ask, she gives you a lecture about how she wishes she never started and how bad they are for you. Since you were already in for a lecture about another thing; you figure it’s best to not ask her for one. She pulls into her spot at the apartment complex. Abby steps out of the car and comes over to your side, opening the door and offering a hand to help you out. You gladly take it; happy to soak up the last bits of nice Abby before she completely turns on you. She walks behind you as you go up the stairs to your door. She uses her key to unlock it, and you both walk in. Abby throws the keys onto the table that sits by the door.

“You know how I want you.” She says. It feels like her voice has already dropped lower.

You nod your head at her and walk into the bedroom, stripping off your dress and undergarments. You bend over the bed. Your legs kick up a few times, a nervous tick that only comes out in this situation. The waiting was brutal. You knew that Abby was in the kitchen preparing a glass of water and making sure the aloe vera gel was in the fridge so that when the punishment ended she’d be ready for aftercare, but it didn’t stop the anxiety from creeping in.

You hear Abby’s footsteps come closer and you fix your position; knowing it’ll only be worse if she catches you slacking. Abby sighs and rubs a hand up and down your back, it slowly starts to trail down to your ass.

“Do you know why you’re in trouble?”

“Yes,”

“Tell me why I’m punishing you.”

She grabs a handful of your ass and releases a few times; it distracts you for a moment. She pats it lightly to remind you of the question. “Was a brat, embarrassed you in front of your friends and teachers.”

“That’s right. You just can’t help yourself, can you? Always gotta act up when I need you to be good. The night could’ve gone so much different, huh baby?” Abby moves around the bed and squats down so that she’s face to face with you. She pouts when she sees the tears welling in your lower lash line. “Poor girl, now you gotta be put in your place. Can’t have you doing that again, right?”

You sniffle, “No,” 

“No,” she mocks. She takes a deep breath and stands, moving back to where your ass is in the air. “Gonna give you ten, alright?”

“Okay,”

She starts slow, rubbing up and down your ass again. She loves to work you up; loves to get your energy so high that you listen for every shift of her body. It works every time. After a while, you can’t help but become hyper aware of everything that’s happening in the room. Your back arches against your will; Abby’s movements turn you on although that’s not the point of them right now.

She scoffs, and lands the first smack to the right side of your ass. You yelp at the sting. She spanks you twice more on the same cheek before grabbing it harshly. You push your head into the bedsheets, letting your tears make a stain. She moves her hand to the left side, delivering three more hits to even out the punishment. Your tears were falling silently before, but now you can’t help but let out sobs at the pain on your ass. 

Abby pulls you up by the hair, forcing you to stop hiding. “You see what bad girls get? They get a spanked ass and no mercy from their mommy.”

“I’m sorry!” You wail. 

“You’re gonna be.”

She smacks the spot where your ass meets your thigh on both sides. You’ve always hated when she does this; you couldn’t sit comfortably in a chair for a few days when she hits that spot. She delivers two more hits to each cheek and steps back. She lets you cry for a bit and admires her work. She loves how easy it is to break you. She just has to tell you you’re a bad girl a few times and give you a couple of smacks and you’re apologizing; begging to show her how good you could be. That wasn’t enough for Abby though. She wanted you completely at her mercy. She wanted to turn your brain into mush so that you couldn’t even imagine ever being bad again. 

She decides she’s spent enough time looking at your backside and walks back up to you, flipping you over on the bed so that you were looking into her eyes. She doesn’t break eye contact as she shoves a hand down between your bodies, swiping a finger through your folds. You watch her pupils dilate as she realizes how wet you are.

“Seriously, sweetheart?” You don’t say anything in response, you’re not sure if the embarrassment or the fear took over, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to answer her. “You’re disgusting, you know that? Can’t believe you’re getting off on this. ‘Supposed to be a punishment.”

“Sorry,” you mumble. 

If Abby was good at one thing, it was making you embarrassed. You don’t even care though, because her finger is still running up and down your folds, gently touching your clit every once in a while. You try not to jump at the shock of electricity it sends through you when she touches it because you don’t want her to stop. Unfortunately, she catches on and removes her hand.

“Move up.”

You comply and go to the top of the bed. Abby stays close to you as she makes her way up too. It makes you feel so small; it makes you feel hunted. You sit up on your elbows once you’re at the top of the bed. She smooths her hand over your stomach and glaces down, looking at how your hips twitch every time she moves it lower.

“Want me to touch you, baby?”

“Yeah,” you say, basically a whisper.

“Think you deserve to be touched?”

A frown pulls at your lips, “No,”

She mirrors you and puts on a faux frown, “That’s alright, mommy’ll take care of you.”

Before you know it, Abby’s made a home between your legs and her tongue is diving between your folds. She laps at your cunt like it’s her last meal. You gasp at the sudden sensation and buck your hips, trying to grind on her face. Her nose hits your clit and you feel dizzy. The pleasure is too much. The punishment paired with Abby’s degrading words already had you reeling, and now you felt your headspace start to slip. Your ears feel stuffed with cotton as you whine at the strong girl below you. She licks a particularly sensitive spot and your thighs try to squeeze together, but her shoulders stop you. You put a hand on top of her head, trying to slow her down or reposition her, you weren’t sure at this point.

“Close– I’m close, mommy”

She hums into your cunt, but doesn’t give you permission. You whine, trying to remind her of your predicament while also trying to focus on not coming. You feel like you’re about to fall over the edge. The hand on top of her head is now trying to push her away. You didn’t want to come without permission, but you knew you would if she didn’t stop. Suddenly, Abby’s mouth is off of your cunt. You gasp; legs snapping closed at the ache that’s left behind.

You try your hardest not to say anything about the orgasm slipping away; knowing that Abby hates complaining. She had you believing you would be able to come for a split second. It felt like you could have reached out and grabbed it. 

“Bad girls don’t get to come.” Abby pants.

You start crying for what feels like the millionth time that night. Abby pushes your legs back open, inserting two thick digits into your weeping hole. You basically scream at the intrusion; sensitive from the ruined orgasm.

“So fucking easy to get you to be my good girl again, isn’t it? Just needed to be put in your place, didn’t you?” Abby says.

You’re not paying attention; head floating away from the amount of pleasure you’re getting from her fingers thrusting in and out of you. Abby grabs your face with her free hand, forcing you to look at her and focus on what she's saying.

“Dumb girl, get you all full and messy and you can’t even talk.”

The cruel words send a wave of arousal through you, and Abby smirks when she feels it.

You feel the knot tighten again, and your brows furrow; your mouth forms an ‘o’. Abby notices, watches you closely; sees how far she can push you before you break. Your mouth closes and you pull your bottom lip into your mouth, biting hard so that you focus on the pain from that and not your impending orgasm. Right when you feel the wave start to come, Abby pulls her fingers out of you, wiping them on your stomach.

“No!” You shout this time. 

Abby doesn’t even entertain you. She moves off the bed and goes to the closet, getting out the box that holds her black strap. As she puts it on, she watches you on the bed. You’re holding your tits for comfort as your legs shake. You have your eyes closed, and you’re taking big, deep breaths. Abby makes sure the strap is secure and walks back over to the bed. You open your eyes when you feel the bed dip down. You’re met with the thick silicone and you can’t help but gulp. Again, Abby watches your reaction. She’s always been a watcher, it’s what gets her turned on. Seeing the effect she has on you; how her words, her hands, her strap mess with your head in their own way. After you’ve been dating this long, she knows exactly how you’ll react to whatever she draws out, but she loves to watch you every time. 

“Gonna let mommy fuck you, baby? If you’re really good, I’ll let you come, okay?”

Before she’s even finished the sentence fully you blurt out, “Yeah, gonna let you fuck me.”

Abby laughs, “So desperate,”

She lines up the silicone cock with your hole and presses in gently. You’re already pretty stretched out from her fingers, and you’re certainly wet enough, but she still wants to be a bit gentle. She knows that the strap can sting sometimes; she also knows that you’ve learned your lesson by now. Once her hips meet yours, Abby lets out a grunt. Sometimes she feels like she can feel it; can feel how tight you’re squeezing her and how warm & wet you are. She knows the strap isn’t attached to her; knows that she can’t feel it, but that doesn’t stop her from pretending she can.

“Fuck, so tight, bunny.” She grunts out, edging the strap out before pushing it back in again, setting her pace. “Feels good, yeah?”

“Feels so good, mommy. So good.” You moan out.

Abby rearranges your limbs, putting your legs over her shoulders so she can make sure you really feel it all. You shiver at the new position, when Abby slides out and back in, she hits your g-spot perfectly. 

“Oh God,” you say.

Abby loses herself in your cunt. She’s not able to focus on anything other than how wet you are; how the strap thrusts in and out of you. She focuses on how badly she wants to make you come and how the strap has started to rub her clit perfectly. She uses a hand to grab your tit, squeezing it over and over again as she picks up her pace. This is another version of Abby. Long gone is the chivalrous Abby, and even punishment Abby. This Abby wants to make you come over and over again until you’re asking her to stop. She wants to please you until you’re sick of the pleasure. 

“Shh, you’re okay. Gonna make you feel so good now. Mommy’s not mad anymore. Just need you to come for me.” Abby says.

Your legs start to shake harder as your orgasm approaches for the third time that night. You feel it come closer and closer, threatening you. You’re scared to ask; not sure if Abby’s still playing games with you. 

“Really need–”

Abby cuts you off, “Go ahead, been so good for me.”

Her words allow the wave to crash into you. Your whole body shakes as Abby fucks you through your orgasm. Your head spins as you come back down to the room. Abby’s hips haven’t stopped once.

“Too much– can’t,” 

“Yes you can. You can, princess. You’re gonna come with mommy, okay? We’re gonna come together. Take a deep breath for me, there y’go. I’m almost there, just let me– fuck.”

Abby talks you through it, but also talks herself through it. If she knows you’ll come with her, she won’t be able to stop herself. She takes her eyes off of your cunt so she can watch how your face contorts at the overstimulation. She’s ready to tip over the edge and she sees that you are too. 

“Come, come now.”

You do as she says. Abby’s hips finally stop, the strap finds its home deep in your cunt, keeping you full while you spin out from your second orgasm of the night. 

Abby comes to first, she quietly mutters that she’s taking the strap out of you, knowing that you won’t be able to understand her anyway. You let out a small breath at the removal, and your legs fall down onto the bed. Abby massages your calf, and leans up to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Hi,” you mumble.

Abby smiles at you, “Hi, pretty.”

“Are y’still mad at me?”

“Nah, was never mad; could never be mad at you, sweet girl.”

You smile back at her. She gives your calf one last squeeze before getting off the bed. You whine; asking her where she’s going in your own blissed out way. 

“Gonna get you water, okay? Be right back.”

You nod and close your eyes. You shift and feel your ass sting. 

“Ow,” you whisper.

Although it does hurt, you’re happy to have a small reminder of Abby left on you. 

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fic #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson x you #abby ! #tlou fic

[intynidad]

yayayayayayayya!

Imagine a Soldier, a DILF,Huge, muscular, and so intimidating! But there are a few drawbacks.. He is VERY possessive and overprotective! (Yandere)

He can’t see you with another man! Or even the thought of a man breathing in your direction is enough for him to throw a sharpened knife at his head.. Even women are rivals to him.. He is a MaleWife! I’m his free time he wants to take care of you! like imagine the pink frills and bows but with camouflage pants and dog tags..

And the way he looks at you.. with so much adoration and love.. Even after transforming into a beast a few moments ago and glaring at the one who dared to even look at his sweet darling!

Scary dog privileges!! A huge almost 7 foot man stalking behind you with a preditorial gaze.. Sending death glares at anyone who passes near you..

you don’t know how he is so stealthyfor being so huge..

Has a huge and muscular body! So he has huge hands and arms.. With lots of bulging veins!

(Imagine grabbing his moobies after a hard day of work.. He would moan and whimper like a bitch in heat.. a string of Thank yous coming out his mouth..)

I imagine he has a hidden piercing probably on his tongue.. but no one knows.. except you.. but isn’t noticeable because he wears a balaclava at work!

Petnames!: Darling, Sweethear, Angel, My love, Princess, Lovely

It took some time but i really like how it came out owo

I got a little lazy on the end but is still good

TW: yandere behavior, description of violence(not towards reader), use of pet names (sugar cube and darling), female oriented reader ??? Tell me if i miss anything owo

Enjoy !

War was not kind to anyone.

First, your father was drafted to fight on the front lines. He tried to write every time he could, but one day, you and your mother stopped getting any letters. That's when you knew it - that your father was dead.

Your now-widowed mother was absolutely heartbroken. You tried to initiate a conversation, saying, -"Hello, Mom,"- but were only met with silence. This is how things have been going since the news of your father. It’s been a lonely and difficult time for your family.

You often found yourself staring out of the window, watching the seasons change. The world outside seemed to carry on as if nothing had happened, while inside your home, there was a void that couldn't be filled.

You saw how the war started to consume your little neighborhood, first your father, then your mother, and now your friends.

"I can't believe it," you said with a shaky voice. "You can't leave me."

You clutched the small phone in your hands while the other person on the line gave a low chuckle, full of sadness. "I know, I know. It's not like I want to."

"Dylan, please," you begged, your voice choked with a sob. "You're sick. You can't go to fight."

"I can't just stay still while the war consumes our lives, sugar cube," Dylan replied with determination. "Listen, I'm going to do everything I can to stay in contact, but I refuse to stay still while our enemies burn our homes and kill our people."

You understood his sentiment, but the fear of losing yet another person you loved was overwhelming. The war had taken so much from you already, and you didn't want to lose Dylan as well.

"Dylan, promise me you'll be safe. Promise me you'll come back," you pleaded.

"I promise I'll do my best, sugar cube," Dylan said softly. "And I promise we'll be together again when this nightmare is over."

As the call ended, you clutched the phone tightly, tears streaming down your face, thinking of the destiny of one of your closest friends. With your vision blurry, that's when you saw it:

[Be the hero of our heroes!]

[Become a war nurse and help today!]

——-

The training was fairly easy, but the hardest part was saying goodbye to your mother. It wasn't because of the response she gave you, but rather the lack of it. The war had taken so much from her, and you leaving to join the medical corps was another sacrifice she had to bear in silence.

After three months of training and preparation, you reached your destination - the front lines. Well, it wasn't exactly the front lines where bullets flew, but it was a place where you felt like you were helping. The makeshift field hospital was a hive of activity, with wounded soldiers being brought in, and the dedicated medical team doing their best to save lives and ease suffering.

Your heart swelled with a mix of fear and determination as you donned your nurse's uniform. You had a newfound respect for the doctors and nurses who worked tirelessly in these conditions, and now, you were one of them.

Every day, you encounter injured soldiers, each with their own story of bravery and sacrifice. You offered comfort, administered care, and listened to their fears and hopes. It was a harsh environment, but the camaraderie and shared purpose among the medical staff gave you strength.

As you continued your work on the front lines, you knew that this was where you were meant to be, where you could honor your father's memory, support your friends, and be a beacon of hope in the darkness of war.

That was until one particularly slow day. Well, as slow as it could be in a war hospital. You were preparing some medical supplies for the medics to take to their respective camps when a superior of yours called you.

-"Y/N! Could you come over and take care of this new patient? I'm kinda busy right now,"- the woman said in a calm tone.

-"Sure, just send them back here, and I'll take care of them,"- you responded.

Her tone was pretty chill, so it was probably just a bruise or maybe a cold. You were preparing some medicine and band-aids when you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

-"I'm sorry to keep you waiting; please have a sea-" When you turned around, you were shocked to see a man - no, a practical giant - towering over you.

The soldier was immense, with a rugged face that bore the scars of battle. He had a stern, almost intimidating expression, and it was clear that he had seen his fair share of combat. As he hunched down to enter the tent, you couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and trepidation.

-“Captain Samuel Reynolds, a pleasure to make your acquaintance"- he said in a deep, gravelly voice. His uniform was tattered and stained, and he clutched his side in obvious pain.

-"Y/N,"- you replied, trying to regain your composure. You quickly gestured for him to sit on one of the makeshift beds. As he eased himself down, it became apparent that he was wounded, a bandage around his abdomen stained with blood.

-"I heard you're the best nurse in this place,"- he said, his voice filled with both gratitude and a touch of humor.

You blushed at the compliment. The reality was that you were just doing your best, like all the others in the medical corps. You started to assess his injuries, trying to hide your nervousness as you worked to remove the soiled bandage.

-"You've been through quite a lot,"- you commented as you cleaned the wound.

Samuel winced, but he nodded. -"The front lines aren't a picnic, that's for sure. But I've seen worse."

As you stitched up his wound and administered medication, you couldn't help but feel watched as his gaze practically pierced through you. But you continued to do your work, focused on providing the best care you could.

-"Okay, that should do for the bleeding, Mr. Reynolds. Let me go grab some bandages and some painkillers for you,"- you said.

His response caught you off guard, -"...why?"- Samuel said, almost confused about your reasoning.

-"Because, um, you are hurt?"- You stammered, wondering if you had said something wrong.

-"Thanks for the offer, sweetheart, but this pain won't kill me. Plus, there are some other people around that probably need those painkillers and bandages more than me,"- Samuel said matter-of-factly. He expected it to be the end of the conversation. You would probably tell him okay and assign him a bed, and that would be the end of it.

But you surprised him with your firm resolve. -"No,"- you said.

-"Thanks, so I will be going to my bed, then,"- Samuel was more than confused when he registered your words.

-"Wait, what?"- he asked.

-"I'm sorry, Captain, but with all due respect, I will not allow you to do that,"- you said firmly.

-"Do what?"- Samuel was clearly taken aback.

-"I'm sorry, but as long as you are here, I'm in charge of you, and I won't let any of my patients go suffering when they can perfectly take some rest and medication,"- you said, giving him a small, determined smile. It was clear that you weren't going to back down.

Samuel's eyes met yours, and he seemed to be processing your words. His tough exterior had met its match in your unwavering dedication to your patients' well-being.

As you delicately applied pressure to his wounds to wrap them up in bandages, Samuel couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. The way your hands worked so skillfully and delicately had a calming effect, and he found himself strangely drawn to your touch. It was as if your care had the power to make his pain vanish.

However, the sensation of your fingers on his skin made him nervous. His heart raced, and he couldn't quite understand why he felt this way. Samuel, a battle-hardened captain, suddenly felt a wave of discomfort.

-"I'm sorry, but are you okay?"- you asked, looking into his eyes as you reached your hand to his forehead. -"You're a little bit hot."

-"I'm f-fine,"- he stammered, full of shame. How was it possible that he was suddenly stuttering? What was happening to him?

Samuel couldn't quite comprehend the mix of emotions he was experiencing. Here he was, a soldier used to facing danger and making difficult decisions, and yet in this moment, your caring presence and gentle touch had him feeling vulnerable in a way he had never felt before.

A couple of weeks passed, and you continued to care for him. It didn't take much time for Samuel to realize that he was in love. A cold-blooded soldier had become completely enamored by a tiny (in comparison to him) nurse. He couldn't help but follow you with his gaze as you waltzed around the hospital, tending to the wounded and offering comfort with your warm smile.

He felt a profound happiness with you in his life. The war, which had taken so much from him, had also given him something unexpected – love.

One day, when his wounds were practically all healed up, he went for a run around the hospital perimeters. Part of it was to use some of the energy he had built up during his recovery, but deep down, he also wanted to make sure you were safe.

During his run, he stumbled upon a small river with water lilies floating on its surface. They were small in comparison to his massive hands, delicate and beautiful, just like you. Samuel found himself captivated by their fragility and elegance.

He decided then and there. He would confess his feelings to you when the sun went down. Those lilies, a symbol of the tenderness he had discovered in the midst of war, would be his gift to you. They represented the love that had grown in his heart, unexpected and pure, just like the delicate blossoms on the river.

He advanced with a spark to his feet, feeling his heart sincronice to each step he took.

At the entrance of your “office” (it was just a big tent but you liked to call it that) , he called out to you, -"Um, Miss Y/N, are you there?"- He couldn't help but feel a certain nervousness in his voice. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him, like he was a teenager again, not a battle-hardened soldier.

When he didn’t hear anything he decided to just enter and wait for you.

It was weird. You usually would check for medical supplies and then come back to your tent to put on your uniform and THEN start the day…not like he had your whole schedule memorized of anything.

He started to worry. Maybe you had been distracted or were in some kind of danger. The concern for your well-being began to overshadow his initial nervousness. He scanned the tent, looking for any signs of where you might be or if there was trouble.

He bolted to his feet again running to the “hospital”, full with worry.

When he got there he asked to another nurse if they had see you

-“oh, Y/N. O boy let me tell´ya. They been all lovely dovey with somebody on the back”-

-…what- Samuel felt his heart freeze

The nurse continued without noticing -“ya’ apparently it was an old friend of them. Let me tell’ya boy. The moment that guy enter she almost fainted of happiness. She was like “omg its been so long and””-

Samuel stopped listening half way through. He didn’t care about that guy.

He cared about you.

Who was this guy

How do you know him

He was dangerous?

Was he an enemy ?

He walked with a heavy step. Until he hear a small voice sniffling.

Samuel froze. It was you.

-“aww don’t worry sugar cube. I’m alright told ya’”- a voice he didn’t recognize talked to you

He cringed at the nickname the stranger gave you. Sugar cube

Yes you were sweet and all of that but he had no right to call you that.

-im sorry Dylan is just that *sob* the tears don’t stop- you responded

Dylan huh…where did he heard that name before.

He peeked a little and what he saw made his blood boil.

You were there with tears staining your beautiful face. And that disgusting man was kissing them away. Like he had any right to do that.

He continued to observe in silence.

He saw how this man sat you on his lap while kissing you.

At this point the lilies were long forgotten crushed to mere crumbs into his hands.

And when he saw Dylan slowly caress your leg he couldn’t stand there any longer.

He opened the curtain that separated you three and walked with a heavy step.

-“may i know what you are doing, soldier?”- his voice low and authoritative

Dylan that was not paying attention, bolted his head toward him and with super speed put you down on his side

-S-Sir i'm sorry is- Dylan tried to explain himself while he brushed up his uniform

-“I don’t want to hear it,soldier. Identify yourself and your section”-

-“Dylan Ramirez sir. I just got transfer to site 2-A sir.”-

Ah. That where he knew him. He was a new transfer to HIS section.

-why are you in this stablishment and not reporting to me of your arrival- samuel said with maybe a little to much volume

-“i wanted to say hello to nurse Y/N sir. She is an old friend sir.”-

Friend…he didn’t believe that bullcrap

-i want you out and to run 10 laps around the perimeter.NOW-

And with that Dylan rise to his feet and run towards the exit.

You that were looking at the whole exchange. Felt slightly intimidated. Like the first time you met Samuel. He been so nice with you that you forgot that he is a high rank in the troops.

When your two sights encounter you couldn’t help but look to the ground.

-“are you alright?”- say Samuel on a voice much, much softer than the one he used with Dylan.

You didn’t say anything.

-“is just that…I heard you cry and got worried”- that was partially the truth but he was sure you wouldn’t mind.

-“yea i apologize for the whole scene…Mr Samuel”- you said with a hint of shame on your voice

-“you don’t have to apologize for anything,darling. Is just we are going tomorrow to the front lines again and maybe im a little nervous”- another half truth but alas it was for the best.

-“can i ask you to do something for me?”- you said, still looking at the ground

Oh if only you knew what he would do for you

-whatever you need-

-Please take care of Dylan on the front lines. He is a very important person to me-

Why. Why he was such an important person to you?.

Why does he had that he didn’t?

Why you looked at them without fear and when you looked at him your gaze was on the ground?

Why

Why

WHY

-“sure. Ill make sure Dylan is taken care of”- samuel say after a moment

-“thank you”- you said with a small smile

…..

He still though of that small interaction. He almost felt a hint of guilt for breaking his promise. Almost

He choose Dylan as his second in command to investigate a supposedly abandoned enemy base. That way they could maybe find supplies or a hint to end this war.

He had done this dozens of times.

The feeling of the bone breaking and the warmth of the blood on his hands. But the adrenaline on his veins this time made it a little different. Almost like if it was more personal.

If he had to compare Dylan to an animal it would probably be a deer of some kind.

A frail and sickly one but still a deer

First it was a shoot to the leg. He screamed in pain as he fell to the ground but we both knew that nobody would come.

Then Samuel stepped on his hand with all his force. It made a crack that send a pleasant chill to his own spine.

The beating continued for a while. For too little time on Samuel’s opinion and if Dylan had the ability to speak he probably said it was for far too long.

But no one can really talk with a broken jaw and without a tongue.

When he came back to the base. Nobody question the story of an ambush.

Nobody question that fact that his knife was missing.

Why would they?

After all he was the first in command. He was the commander Samuel

But the acting when he came back to you was supreme. Maybe he should had been an actor instead of a soldier but anyway.

You cried and screamed and punched the air.

It did broke his heart that you looked so sad. But don’t worry he would be here for you as long as you need him

And you wouldn’t need anybody else.

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[hellishgayliath]

Clem’s Log

Hi big brother. Today’s March 10th I think? I’m not so great at remembering dates but Papa was dead set on it because that’s your birthday, it’s amazing how he’s able to remember stuff like that after all this time.

I know it’s been a while since we talked, ever since you left I had to take over bird scout duties and just never had the time to sit down and write. Everyone’s been on edge. Y’know I still hold onto that jar of cinnamon sticks you gave me. Started chewing on them out of habit whenever the anxiety and dread was getting to my head. They taste just like home..

…

Um..

Papa told me he saw you again.

When he and a couple of the others were out on patrol with Mr. Leo and big sis Luci I mean COUSIN SERGEANT Luci haha, I think she’d resent me calling her that but I know she secretly adores me.

…

They said.. they said when they saw you you were.. already turned.

You knucklehead I guess that’s why you left in the first place but to leave without saying anything to anybody?! You know Uncle Mikey would’ve helped you like he did with the others that were infected. Or did you already know that it would’ve been pointless? Don’t you at least owe your own little sister a goodbye?! Dummy dum dumdum..

…

…

Papa thought he could somehow magically get through to you, y’know make you remember who you were before life went crazy.

I heard from Mr. Leo that Luci tried to stop Papa from acting like a idiot and getting himself killed. But she ended up getting hurt instead.

Bad.

…

…

Next thing Papa knew, you and Luci were on the ground, with only one of you moving. Judging by Mr. Leo’s face when I saw him come in, he looked very torn and distraught about a very tough call he had to make. I can already guess what it was he had to do. Cousin Luci is in rough shape but insists on rejecting any medical help saying it’d just be a waste of time and resources. Doesn’t she know we’re just trying to help her? The dumdum… Don’t tell her I called her that. I just don’t want to lose her too.

…

Papa said he could’ve sworn he saw a little smile on your face when he cradled you. Maybe that’s you finally realizing you’re not being controlled by those monsters anymore and can now be at peace knowing you can’t hurt anybody else. At least that’s how I see it. It must have been terrifying to go through that alone.

…

It’s not fair it’s not fair it’s not FAIR IT’S NOT FAIR

They said they couldn’t even bring your body back because of safety reasons and that it would put the base at risk of being tracked so I couldn’t even get to see you one last time!

I miss my big brother, I miss your dumb goofy smile, I miss us having bug eating competitions and laughing at you nearly choking on a beetle, I miss falling asleep on each other while watching tv, I miss seeing you chase after the raccoons with a broomstick whenever they raided our trash cans, I miss the dogs, I miss the taste of fresh fruit, I miss our HOME! I just want this nightmare to be done with. I’m just so.. tired..

…

Papa told me they at least gave him the chance to make a grave for you and to say his goodbyes. I should’ve been there with him saying them together.

He just looks so defeated and sad. I insisted to him that we at least put together a funeral service for you so the rest of us can say our peace.

…

It was nice.

Uncle Mikey and Bao combined their powers to transform the room into a beautiful recreation of a lush meadow full of butterflies and yellow daffodils while Mr. Tello played some lovely music he still had saved recorded in his tech. It was so tranquil it almost makes you forget for a second you’re in an apocalyptic hell scape.

I think you would've loved it.

…

…

Talk to you again soon and happy birthday you numbskull. I love you.

I miss you..

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt Todd #bad future timeline #rottmnt ocs #my ocs #my art #Clementine the opossum #pico opossum #bao the tanuki #luci the moth #tw death #tw sibling death #tw blood #bao also loses hearing in his left ear so donnie makes him a hearing aid #i imagine at this time they had also lost raph #so mike understands clem as a younger sibling who also lost their oldest aibling completely and is more than happy to do the service for he #Happy birthday to my special lil guy #i think a proper break is in order after this ive been drawing for a week straight #i am very very tired i lost sleep over this and actively tried to make myself sad with sad songs #to get in the vibe for this

[multific]

Coming Back

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Curvy!Fem!Reader

As they all got off the plane, Gaz went his own way while the others stayed a little, Captain pulled a cigar but didn't light it.

"Simon!" came a voice which got all of their attention, Ghost was called so he headed back to the plane. Price and Soap watched her approach looking for someone.

Johnny watched this woman, she moved so elegantly, with such confidence.

He could tell she was comfortable in her own skin. And it was the sexiest thing he has ever seen.

"You are drooling Sergant." said Price next to him, which made Johnny snap his head and look at his Captain. 

"Sorry, Sir."

"No need to apologize. Simon is indeed very lucky." said the Captain as he lit his cigar.

Johnny looked at the Captain, confused.

"Simon? Sir?"

Just as he said that Ghost got off of the plane and the woman rushed over to him, Johnny watched as his Lieutenant lifted the woman with ease as she cried, Johnny heard them talk.

"I missed you very much." she said.

"I missed you too, Darling." Ghost replied, and it took a moment for Johnny to fully understand the situation, it took him a couple back and forth between looking at Ghost and Price.

"Really?" asked Johnny and Price nodded. "He has a girlfriend?!"

"Wife." Johnny was gasping like a fish.

"Wife?!"

"Can't you see the ring? Bigger than the bloody moon."

Soap looked back as the couple exchanged a couple words, her hand moved to Ghost's mask and Johnny noticed the ring. The Captain didn't lie, it really was a huge diamond and the wedding band was just as extravagant. 

Then, just before the couple could walk away and go home, Soap ran over to them.

"Hey, Lt!" Ghost groaned, he knew this would happen. This is why he never wanted you to go and greet him when he arrived home. But this time, he needed to see you.

Almost dying was a regular occurrence but this hit him hard. And he needed to see you.

"Oh, hi! Name's Johnny MacTavish, they call me soap." said Johnny as he put his hand out for the woman.

You smiled and decided to hug him instead.

"So you are the one Simon has been telling me about. Lovely to finally meet you." you smiled at the man who was a bit taken aback but soo relaxed as you moved back to Simon and he pulled you close. "How rude of me, my name is Y/N Riley. Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine, Lass." 

"Soap!" came a bark from Ghost, clearly not pleased that you were flirting with his wife.

"Relax Lt, just introducing myself to your lovely lady here. Didn't know Lt was married."

"He doesn't exactly broadcast it to everyone." you replied as you smiled at Johnny. "But it was lovely to finally meet you, John always said I needed to meet the team but Simon never liked the idea." 

"It was nice to meet you, we could come together and get to know you a little better, not every day we learn the Lt has a wife." Johnny smiled before Simon shifted next to you. You sensed he had enough of this conversation. 

"We will head home now, it was really great to see you Johnny." you smiled again before you all said your goodbyes and you headed back to your car, letting Simon drive. 

"I like him." you said as Simon groaned.

"Of course you do."

"You don't?"

"It is a work agreement, it is not about friendship," he replied and you smirked.

"That's why you call him Johnny every time you mention him to me? You are a big softie Simon, you never show it, but I know you are like a dog."

"A dog?!" he sounded offended.

"Yes, like those big doggies, all cuddly and soft and kind and warm and-"

"Okay I get it."

"And friendly. You can say what you want. I know he is your friend. You are just afraid to admit in case something happens to him. Similarly to our relationship when you didn't want to admit that you love me."

He moved his hand from the wheel to your thigh and you decided to hold his hand between your hands.

"I'm happy you have great friends like him." you said as he stopped at a red.

"Me too." he squeezed your hand and you giggled. 

You were so glad that your husband was home. 

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[r0ttenhearts]

GENSHIN IMPACT

MONDSTAT

- DILUC

last drop; diluc’s troubles have him turning to things he wouldn’t have. angst?

look at me; diluc neglects you only to regret it. angst, no comfort.

- ALBEDO

-

LIYUE

- XIAO

won’t you hold my hand again; you find xiao at a party after he ghosts you. angst, no comfort.

cherry flavored kiss; after scaramouche’s affair you move on and find better for yourself. angst, comfort.

forgotten letters; xiao tries to apologize with letters. angst, no comfort

- CHILDE/TARTAGLIA

i wanted it to be you; waiting for tartaglia to come home bloodied and bruised isn’t easy. angst, no comfort

- KAZUHA

my dove; kazuha abandoning you after tomo’s death. angst, no comfort

- ZHONGLI

-

SUMERU

- ALHAITHAM

like a dog; alhaitham takes you in after your mother no longer cares for you, but he expects you to stay on top of his demanding schedule for your studies. angst, no comfort

fleeting moments; being pregnant with your first child together was supposed to be the beginning of a new life. but how can it start when alhaitham doesn’t acknowledge you? angst, no comfort.

inconvenience; after alhaitham fails to show up for your birthday celebration. the night gets worse once he shows up. angst, no comfort.

- KAVEH

-

- SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER

lady of the house; your butler scaramouche has a thing for you. nsfw. smut

friends?; scaramouche continually picks haypasia over you. angst, comfort

you promised; plans to go to college together with scaramouche don’t go as planned once a blonde haired girl shows up. angst, comfort

last night together; scaramouche’s jealousy towards childe bursts out one night. angst, no comfort

one missed call; you get fed up with scaramouche’s antics, missing his calls. angst, no comfort

say something; being scaramouche’s roommate while he’s ignoring your existence is difficult when you’re in a situationship. angst, no comfort

words on a screen; scaramouche is a streamer and is much more interested in his screens than his relationship with you. angst, comfortish

after the storm; the aftermath of a nasty breakup with scaramouche. angst, no comfort

i know who you pretend i am; you find out scaramouche sees his deceased lover in you. angst, no comfort

choose me?; being scaramouche’s affair partner makes you ask him one question. her? or you? angst, no comfort, suggestive themes

waiting for a sign; your devotion to scaramouche goes beyond what you thought. but does he feel the same? angst, no comfort

what are you, stupid?; childhood friends to lovers hc’s with scaramouche. fluff

cold tea; after scaramouche’s erasure from irminsul, something in him changes. angst, comfortish

birthday blues; scaramouche doesn’t come home for your birthday. angst, no comfort

not your pet, anymore; scaramouche shows interest in someone else, becoming distant to you. so you do the same to him. angst, comfortish

melted cherry icee; with ei leaving scaramouche and his younger sister behind to fend for themselves, he’s tasked with taking care of his sister. angst, comfort.

what could have been; meeting up with scaramouche after being online friends for 4 years doesn’t go as planned. angst, no comfort.

wasted on you; scaramouche picks his idol career over your third year anniversary. angst, comfort.

broken bottles; what’s left of the promises scaramouche made you. angst, no comfort

cold greetings; taking scaramouche back after a nasty situationship-breakup. angst, comfortish

crystal ball; a grimes songfic with situationship! scaramouche. angst, comfortish

cherry flavored kiss; you move on after scara’s affair. angst, comfort.

goodbye, old friend; memories of your childhood friendship with scaramouche. angst, no comfort

never made it; long distance takes a toll on scaramouche. angst, no comfort

not a lot, just forever; being scaramouche’s support doesn’t earn you the loyalty you had thought it would. angst, no comfort.

- TIGHNARI

unsaid words; tighnari gets sick of you hurting yourself while you’re out exploring, so he takes away your reason to explore. angst, no comfort

- CYNO

care for a round?; cyno forgets your birthday for a “tcg tournament” angst, no comfort

INAZUMA

- THOMA

sweet summer; his heart belongs to another, but you can’t help but yearn for him. angst, no comfort

in another life; with thoma’s position at the kamisato estate he strays further and further from you. angst, no comfort

end of summer blues; with the end of summer coming your situationship with thoma dwindles. angst, no comfort.

- HEIZOU

it won’t leave my head; situationship with heizou. angst, no comfort

you’re just like them; heizou doesn’t keep his promise to you after your breakup with scaramouche. angst, no comfort.

- ITTO

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- AYATO

-

- GOROU

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- KAZUHA

longing stare; after kazuha cheats on you he finds you on beidous ship after two months. angst, no comfort.

#— masterlist

[ell-alexanderarnold]

It Still Hurts

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝

Summary: It’s been about a year since Y/n and Trent stopped seeing each other. Trent hasn’t yet figured out how he feels about her but deep down he knows that he truly loves her. Y/n on the other hand is distracted and doesn’t think about Trent that much until she spots him on a night out.

Angst & Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, reader fainting, cursing

Note: I felt like the first part needed a part two so here it is! Spent long time writing this so I’ll hope you guys like it <3 Share your thoughts and feedback 🫶🏻

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It’s been a while since you found the letter Trent wrote to you, and you wanted to say that you were over him but in reality you still haven’t figured it out.

But you moved on pretty well, you don’t think of him as much as you used to do when you two stopped talking which you found good.

Then there was Lucas. You two started dating after you and Trent said goodbye, and you’ve been dating on and off but it’s something about him that you can’t let go off, and that’s why you’re still seeing him. He’s been a good distraction for you and you hate saying that but he has helped you forget Trent.

But he’s never going to be able to treat you like Trent did, or make love to you like Trent did. Trent knew you like an open book. Lucas doesn’t know as well as Trent did but he has his ways to please you.

You and Lucas didn’t do anything special when you hung out, which was why tonight you wanted to do something different.

“Hey Lucas” You started, he was focusing on the extremely boring romcom you were watching whilst playing with your hair.

“What’s up” He said and turned to face you.

“I was thinking if maybe we should go out tonight, you know dinner then we head to the club?” You asked and fiddled with your fingers. It wasn’t something different really, it was something you used to do when you and Lucas started dating. And it was something that kept your mind of off Trent.

“Sure, why not” He agreed and smiled at you, filling your stomach with butterflies.

You were still living 10 minutes away from Trent which makes you wonder if he’s thought about you when he walks past your apartment. You see him out walking his dogs sometimes and that makes you miss those walks around the neighbourhood when he was walking you home, taking his dogs with him.

You loved getting ready, your music was on full blast and you sang along to your favourite songs while doing your makeup. Lucas would wait for you to finish your outfit and hair whilst scrolling on his phone, it was boring but you didn’t expect him to sit there with you.

When you were done you put on your perfume, the one who drives Lucas mad when it hits his senses.

“You look so good Y/n” Lucas told you when you were about to leave.

“Thank you Lucas” You smiled and locked your door then gave him a quick peck on his cheek, making him blush.

You drove to the restaurant and held Lucas’ hand while driving. It felt special, because you hadn’t felt this way since you and Trent. You will never feel the same way about anyone else like you did with Trent and you know that. It was just nice to feel something about Lucas than to feel nothing at all.

You and Lucas ate dinner together and kept up your conversation, until he started to act nervous and you didn’t know what was up with him. It looked like he had something to say but couldn’t spit it out, which made you think a million thoughts at once.

“Y/n I need to ask you something” He finally said in the time between the waitress taking the finished plates.

“Go on” You pushed as the waitress walked away.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about asking if you would like to be my girlfriend…” He revealed.

You’d never thought he would ask, and it hit you that you’ve been seeing him for so long that it has gotten to this point. But you were not 100% sure how you felt about him, but you figured he’s grown to love you and you just took it all for granted. You did like him yes, but could you see him as your boyfriend?

“Lucas…” You nervously chuckled and you didn’t want to hurt him, but you couldn’t say yes. He’d may healed a part of you that was broken by Trent, but he didn’t convince you to love him. Deep inside you still loved Trent.

“I want to be completely honest with you. I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship right now” You mumbled and watched his smile fade.

“I understand” He sighed and forced a smile. You needed to get out of this situation even though it felt inescapable.

“Do you still want to go to that club?” You asked, not surprised if he wouldn’t go now that you turned him down.

“Of course” Lucas answered and you smirked at him then you left the restaurant.

The drive to the club was not long but extremely awkward. You didn’t know any more awkward situation you’ve ever been in your life. There was just the music playing and you sighing quietly, waiting urgently to taste the alcohol which was your escape this evening, you thought.

Once you entered the club you got to the bar with Lucas and he ordered two drinks for the two of you. It was fun being with him, especially when he was drunk which was maybe wrong but it was when you found him the most interesting.

You danced together, laughing and you got back all your feelings for him until they completely vanished infront of your eyes. The brown eyes, the button nose and those lips. He was there, you wanted to run, to get away as soon as possible but you lost control.

You kissed Lucas, was that the best way to escape? No, but it was definitely a way to avoid Trent for a minute. After that you got lost in the crowd of people, no sight of Lucas anywhere.

“Going out avoiding your problems as always, Y/n?” Someone said close to your ear, it was the familiar scouse accent and the perfume you were used to inhale when being close to him.

How is it that everywhere you go Trent is always finding some way back into your life?

You needed to get yourself a drink before you lost everything due your feelings being too overwhelming, seeing Trent after a whole year with feelings still lingering was too much.

You eventually got back on the floor after one shot, your throat was burning from the liquor. You found Lucas again and laid your arms around his neck, dancing to the music.

You let go of Lucas and Trent came up to you again.

“Y/n you’re dancing with a stranger” He observed and you started laughing, slurring some words that Trent didn’t pick up.

“He’s not a stranger” You laughed.

“He’s actually my boyfriend” You asserted, acting like you didn’t just say no to being Lucas girlfriend an hour ago.

Trent could feel his heart sink and he froze, just the way you did when you found out he was seeing somebody else.

You watched his face expression change, he looked rather angry than sad.

“What? Is it so unbelievable that someone could like me?” You blurted out through the loud music and suddenly your favourite song starts playing. Trent looks at you and knows that it is your song.

“Let me take you home tonight and we can fix everything that happened between us” Trent whispers in your ear, everything you want to hear and it sends shivers down your spine. He could see Lucas in the crowd, thinking it was best just to look but not touch you.

“I know that you’re with somebody new, so it feels wrong that I say things like that” He teased, referring to what he whispered to you and your drunk state wanted to get closer to him and you knew that if you were sober right now, you’d be running.

Lucas found you in the crowd, taking your arm as you stood beside Trent. He noticed that you were too drunk for anyone to have a conversation with you, knowing you would only say some gibberish.

But as soon as Lucas grabbed your arm your vision started to blur, the lights were flashing and you couldn’t process anything that was happening. You fainted and everything went black, the music faded and you felt someone picking you up from the floor.

“Trent…” You whimpered, then dozed off.

-

When you woke up you did recognised your surroundings. Thank God you was in your own bed and not at Trent’s. You were still in your dress from last night and you could see your smudged makeup on the sheets, not the best morning you’ve ever had.

You stood up and felt dizzy the second you got on your knees. There were noises coming from the kitchen, you weren’t alone. You were scared to open the door knowing Trent could possibly be there.

You opened the door to see Lucas pouring himself a cup of tea, you sighed in relief and made your way to the kitchen and grabbed some painkillers to help you with your headache.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” Lucas spoke up and you looked at him whilst you took a sip of your water.

“Could be worse” You answered and sat down by your sofa feeling like you could fall asleep again at any moment but one comment made you feel awake instantly.

“You still love him don’t you?” He scoffed and put his cup of tea down on the kitchen counter, and you was confused as he walked into your bedroom to grab his things.

“Lucas what are you talking about?” You asked as you stood up and followed him to your bedroom with a frown on your face.

“Trent, Y/n.” He fumed and stopped what he was doing to look at you.

“I saw you two the other night” Said Lucas.

“Lucas, that’s nothing!” You deflected and you also lied because it was true, Trent was too close to you and you both knew that.

“When you fainted you said his name, clearly you still have feelings for him” Lucas replied and closed his bag then went to the door.

You were lost for words, realising you’ve spent all this time with Lucas while your heart still haven’t let go of Trent, even if you thought it had.

“I’m sorry Lucas, I should’ve realised a long time ago” You whispered as he stood by your door, and you immediately felt déjà vu from when you and Trent stood exactly where you and Lucas stood, saying goodbye to each other. But this time was different, saying goodbye to Trent was one of the hardest decisions you’ve ever done. Lucas was a really good friend and almost boyfriend, but he didn’t capture your heart quite like Trent did and that’s the difference.

Lucas just forced a smile, like he always does when there’s been a conflict. You felt bad for him, but you couldn’t stay with him knowing your heart is still longing for another.

He left and you broke down in tears, not because he left but for what you know will happen. You promised yourself to not talk to him again, that failed. You promised yourself to not let him live rent free in your heart and that failed as well. You felt like you failed yourself, but you couldn’t control your feelings from him, they were inescapable.

You dried your tears on your cheeks and got up from the floor which you’ve been laying on for the past minutes crying, and went to your bathroom, noticing you were still wearing your dress.

You washed your makeup off and changed from your dress to your loungewear and put your hair up in a bun. You stood by the door deciding if you were going to continue living with all the questions about Trent and your relationship, or if you’re actually going to talk to him about it.

You grabbed your jacket and went out the door then started walking the familiar road to get to his place. You didn’t even check if he was home, but you didn’t care about that, you only cared talking about your feelings with him.

As you walked you saw someone approaching you, she looked familiar. She walked past you fast and smiled at you, then you recognised the perfume. The perfume which once gave you a big headache. It was her. It was the girl who Trent was with when he was supposed to meet up with you and how his hand were placed on her thigh. The image is still stuck in your head, you wanted to cry not because of the memory but for thinking if he’s still with her. Maybe she wasn’t even at his house, maybe she lives as close to him as you do.

You kept walking thinking if you should turn around and just leave him alone, but you were almost at his neighbourhood.

You waited to knock at his door, you were debating if you should do it or not. But you knocked, hoping that he’s not with a girl this time again…

You heard the door open, your heart was beating fast and you got eye contact with him. You tried not to get lost in his mesmerising brown eyes but you failed. Trent could see that your eyes were red from crying, which made him a little bit concerned.

“Hi ehm, can I come in?” You started.

“Yeah of course, are you alright Y/n?” Trent answered and you stepped inside and took off your jacket and shoes.

“Sorry to just show up unexpectedly, I just wanted to clear some things up with you” You apologised and Trent and you sat down by his dinner table, he was quiet which freaked you out but it was you who came to his house to speak about your feelings. Little did you know he also had things to say.

“First of all I want to say that I do not have a boyfriend. The guy you saw me kissing, we just ended things pretty recently” You revealed and Trent secretly got happy inside because he never wanted you to see you with somebody else but him. But he can’t deny his jealousy when he saw you kiss Lucas.

”Yeah I figured that” He said and you furrowed your brows in surprise.

“What makes you say that?” You wondered as Trent ran his hans over his face and exhaled.

”Well you fainted and said my name, I tried to take you home but that prick wouldn’t let me” He said, angrily because there was definitely something that happened whilst you passed out.

“You tried to take me home?” You implored and memories from the night flashed through your mind. How you and Trent were both so close to each other and out of the blue you remembered what he whispered to you.

“Not exactly I just-“ He declared until you remembered and cut him off.

“You asked me if you could take me home and we could fix everything that happened between us!” You exclaimed, surprised that you even could remember what he said to you when you were so far gone.

Trent chuckled, not because of what you said but because of your excitement, and the fact that his past lover was sitting opposite him remembering something that she never thought she could even remember.

“Yes Y/n that’s right” He stated as the two of you both felt like it was still the two of you, not together yet but slowly getting there. But in reality that wasn’t the case, there was a long way to go.

That hopeful feeling kind of drifted away, and you found yourself reminded why you even were at his house in the first place.

”You know I still think about you, Y/n” Trent sighed and you looked at him trying to believe him after you saw the other girl walk past you.

“I often wonder if there was something else I could have done to save us.” He whispered and that’s when a switch in you flipped. He did not just say that.

”Us? There was never no us Trent” You snapped and he said something under his breath then got up from the chair, fleeing from the situation like he always does.

“What are you gonna pretend that you weren’t seeing that other girl when we had a thing?” You challenged and he stopped and looked at you.

“Really? You wanna go there?” Trent huffed.

“Yes.” You continued.

“Alright.”

“You’re so naive, you don’t believe the only reason I want to be with you is because I love you” He added and went downstairs again, tears started fill your eyes - you two are back at it again.

“Are you kidding Trent?” You sniffled as he sat down by the couch with his head in his hands.

“I thought you were too busy to love me, you didn’t call me once nor send me a message when you were so called busy.” You explained as you cried, Trent was still with his head in his hands.

”I can’t believe you, you told me that you’d wait for me last year. Wait for what? For me to continue loving someone who doesn’t even want my love” You added and dried your tears off of your cheeks.

“I did wait for you though, look at me” He insisted and threw up his hands but you wasn’t having any of it.

“You can’t be serious.” You told him as he walked to pour himself a glass of alcohol.

“I am” He said as he poured the liquor.

“No. It was I who waited for you! You got bored because I loved you too much. Technically I was your fucking escape plan when things were going wrong with her” You slammed and Trent got caught off guard. He sipped on his liquor as you walked up to him facing his eyes.

“I didn’t even realise what I was to you.” You sobbed and let him put his arms around you. Trent held you and you cried even more, realising once you’re in his arms again, there’s no going back.

“Shh relax Y/n” He comforted and rubbed your back as you continued to cry into his chest. He caressed your hand and you lifted your head up to look at him.

“I’m sorry” Trent spoke up.

“You say that a lot” You confessed and faced your head down.

“I’m sorry no I mean-“ Trent repeated as you both started to laugh.

“But don’t tell me you’re sorry because you lost me the moment I saw you two together.” You mumbled and simply reminded Trent of the mistake he did. Although he apologised a million times, you were still hurt.

The hours went by and it was starting to get dark outside, you were thinking about walking home the entire time you was stuck with Trent, but there was no way out.

You both detangled some problems and conflicts from the past, but there was that one you haven’t told him about yet. You didn’t want to make a fuss again but how could it not turn into a major argument when you two discussed something.

You were preparing to sleep at his house for the first time in a long time. You didn’t know why you made the decision but the both of you didn’t want to be alone, it was pretty clear that you’re not over each other.

You slipped into his bed, wearing one of his t-shirt that was way too big for you but it was still working. It felt strange but still the feeling of sleeping next to him was familiar and felt like home to you.

But you had to break the ice.

“Bet you fucked her in the same sheets I’m about to sleep in” You started, he was just on his way to lay down in the bed, but he stopped in his tracks when he heard you say that.

“Don’t be like that.” He answered and turned his back on you to take off his shirt, exposing his broad shoulders.

He sat down against the headboard and you could sense that he glanced at you.

“What makes you say that Y/n?” He asked, sighing as you both just stopped shouting and arguing, not wanting to start all over again.

”Y/n?” He repeated after you gave him no answer.

“I saw her earlier” You mumbled.

“And?” Trent pushed and you sat upright, pulling the duvet over your legs.

”Oh come on Trent, what are the odds that I’m seeing her the night after we just met again?” You mocked and turned to face him, he gave you a look filled with despair.

”Did you see her right before I came here?” You challenged and he nodded, giving you all the answers you needed.

“Wait Y/n!” He said but his voice faded as soon as you got up from the bed, angry as you were, to go sleep in his guest room. You felt disgusted if he had fucked her in the same bed as you were about to sleep in, especially after you’ve just sorted things out with him.

Little did you know you were all wrong.

Trent stayed in his room after you stormed out, thinking there’s no use to fight now when it’s almost midnight. He couldn’t fall asleep and neither could you. He felt uneasy and knew that it’ll take a lot for you to believe him when he’s going to tell the truth.

He hated that he lost your trust after he lied to you last year, it makes you second guess everything he had said to you tonight. It still hurts for the both of you, but it was Trent’s fault. It’s always been his fault, his fault for not accepting your love, his fault for slowly letting you go while you so passionately loved him. But now at this point, it’s your fault for falling in love with him.

You were curled up in a ball in the guest bed, crying. You couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried, and it was the same for Trent.

He couldn’t resist it anymore, he needed to be in your presence.

Trent got up from his bed and walked towards the guest room, he got to the door and opened it slowly. He heard you crying softly and lied down beside you. You felt his warmth next to you and he crawled up closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. You cried even more when you felt his touch, and he couldn’t help but cry too when he saw what he’d done to you.

“I really do hate you” You sobbed and turned to face him in the dark, then burying your head into his chest and Trent felt your tears on his bare skin.

“I know baby, but try get some sleep now and we’ll talk in the morning okay?” He whispered, his voice almost cracking. He tried his best to not fall apart beside you, but he failed. You could hear him exhale sharply against your skin.

“Goodnight T” You whispered as you felt yourself getting closer to falling asleep.

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You woke up, Trent and you laying entwined in each other's arms. He was breathing slowly and it made you feel like you could fall asleep again just to be close to him.

It was Sunday and a cold one too, you could see the foggy window behind the blinds.

Trent started moving and you noticed he was just about to wake up, so you closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep, just for fun.

You could hear him yawning then it was all quiet again. As your eyes were closed, you felt a soft peck on your cheek making you blush, oh how you have missed him. But hadn’t forgotten about last night, the small smile on your face disappeared.

You changed into your own clothes after sleeping in Trent’s shirt, it smelt like him and you wanted to keep it but that would make you want him even more.

Trent POV

Trent didn’t know if it was right to kiss her cheek, but he couldn’t hold himself back. Having Y/n in his presence after all these months makes him realise what a mistake he made. He has tried to not care, to move on but he can’t let her go. He’s tried for so long, but the thought of her never leave his mind and he knows that it will take a lot for Y/n to forgive him.

She was the only one who could lead him to love and now Trent wants her to know the truth about the other woman but she’ll never believe him, at least that’s what Trent thinks.

He could hear her humming walking down the stairs and he knew it was too early to speak about what he wanted to say because it’s now or never. Y/n could walk out of the front door at any moment.

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When you got down the stairs you could see Trent standing in the kitchen, he turned around slowly to meet your eyes. Yours were red and puffy from last night’s mess.

You awkwardly nodded your head with your lips pouted and stood there, not knowing what to do. You wanted to leave, you felt like that was the best thing to do because you and Trent were done, or so you thought.

“Trent I’m going to leave now” You spoke and broke the silence as you waited for his response you made your way to the door before he uttered.

“Wait Y/n I still need to talk to you” He said and left the kitchen. You stopped in your tracks and let out a sigh, hoping this back and forth shit would be over now.

“I’m tired Trent” You bluntly said.

“Please just listen to what I have to say”

“I don’t want to lose you again” Trent added and you went to sit down by his couch. You wanted to laugh at him because of his audacity to say something like that when it was him himself who lost you.

“What you said last night wasn’t true, I haven’t fucked any girl in those sheets you were going to sleep in. I would never do that to you” He explained and you tried so hard to believe him, so you just stayed quiet while he was talking.

“But you were right, she was here before you-“ He continued until you cut him off.

“Fine, that’s all I need to know” You mocked, but you could see Trent getting frustrated with you and he started to lose his patience, running his hands over his face.

“For fuck’s sake Y/n please just fucking listen to me” He snapped, giving you a warning look from across the room.

“We talked and I told her that I couldn’t see her anymore, because I can’t let you go” He revealed, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, that doesn’t change anything about what you did though” You shrugged and he looked at you now with more anger in his eyes, it made him think that it was impossible to win back your heart again.

“I should leave” You ended and got up from his couch, you walk past him but he stopped you. You looked at him, confused.

“I’m not done yet” Trent pushed and held your hands, you got lost in your eyes and it reminded you why you fell for him.

“I’m sorry for what I did Y/n, I really am.” He whispered and his voice softened. You could see tears forming in his eyes which made you want to cry too, you hated to see him cry. He took a deep breath before speaking again, you were still holding his hands.

“You genuinely make me a happier and better person and when I’m with you I feel something I’ve never felt before. And without you I’m nothing” Trent expressed. What he said made your tears fall from your eyes, you never knew he felt like this. What he said was beautiful, you took him into your arms and hugged him while rubbing his back.

“I believe you Trent” You whispered and cried, accepting his truth that you doubted so much.

“That’s why I couldn’t be with her because I came to the conclusion that I love you Y/n. I’m sorry for not being there for you when you needed me, I promise you I’ll be here for you forever” Trent cried and dried your tears off your cheeks.

“Forever?” You asked.

“Forever.” He promised.

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A few hours later Trent walked you home, making sure you get home safe as he used to do before. It will take strength to forgive him fully but you believe he’ll change after his mistakes. Perhaps sometimes you have to kiss the wrong man to know what’s right, in your case you did. You kissed Lucas in the club after seeing Trent, wishing the old feelings for him would vanish but they didn’t.

At that moment you knew, that your heart couldn’t let go of Trent…

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[lethalchiralium]

Hii! I've a request. Could you make a one-shot about Ghost having a foreign gf and hearing her talk in het native language on the phone or something and he is kind of impressed or something like that:) (srry for my bad English)

Thank you in advance and have a great day!!:D

Complete | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: i wrote this with a shot of malibu and i am now three hours into my shift, let’s fuck around and find out. (thanks for the request, it’s so cute.)

warnings: OOC!Ghost (obvi, i’m writing him so he’s always OOC), Fem!Reader (was requested), cussing, mentions of sex

It was cold in England, rain hit his windshield so hard that Ghost could hear it over the radio. He contemplated pulling over until it got better, but the temptation of sleeping in his own bed with his girlfriend curled into his chest was the only thing on his mind. That and the fact that he wanted to empty a clip into Makarov’s head.

He pulled his beat up truck into his driveway, his fingers tingled with the small thought of her - a smile and a quip that would put him on his knees. He put it into park, opening the door and jumping out. Rain immediately drenched him and he knew that she would scold him like a dog, but he wouldn’t care; just as long as he can hear her voice, he would do anything.

He pulled his dufflebag from the backseat, slamming the door before jogging towards his house. There were lights on inside, he could see it through the window even with the curtains closed. He fumbled in his jacket for his keys, pulling them out and quickly shoving the silver key into the lock. He pushed the door open as soon as it was unlocked, ripping his key out and stepping into his home, out of the rain. He stomped his boots against the mat, kicking off the mud and rain but also trying to alert you to his presence.

He put his dufflebag on the floor next to the mat, he bent down and began to unlace them.

He heard your voice before he saw you. He looked up from unlacing his right boot to see you, in a black robe with your phone pressed to your ear. Your smile was perfect, eyes wide with surprise as you moved the phone from your ear. You dashed forwards and held out your hand, to which he promptly took it in his own. He pressed a masked kiss to the back of your hand, you mouthed, “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, Little Bird.”

You fluttered like a bird just like he had said, bouncing on the balls of your feet and wiggling your shoulders a little as you responded to the person on the phone with a quick quip in your native tongue.

If Ghost could ever listen to one thing for the rest of his life, it would be you speaking in a language he’s not familiar with - any of them that you knew, being a translator in a historical society and college. He sat there, both boots unlaced and kneeled on the front door mat, holding your hand and watching her as you had a lively and quick conversation in a tongue he almost never hears anymore. It saddened a small part of him, it was truly a sight to behold when you were able to speak with anyone who knew the language. You would light up like a star and babble on and on, he couldn’t make sense of any of the syllables but that never mattered to him.

He watched you with awe in his eyes, all of the stress from the last handful of weeks he’d been without you had disappeared completely. And it was only a few more moments of you saying goodbyes and it was gone, his heart sort of dropped. He hated that you never spoke it with him when he was home.

You threw your phone in your robe pocket as soon as you ended the call, your now free hand reached for the bottom of his rain soaked mask. He nodded in approval, you were quick to pull it off and crash your lips to his. You tossed it somewhere behind you, hand squeezing his. His own free hand went up to your cheek, splaying fingers across your skin as he began to stand straight up. He pulled apart from you, toeing off his boots and gazing at you. “Why don’t you ever speak your language to me?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, questioning. “What do you mean?”

He cleared his throat. “You never speak your native language with me. You talk at me in other languages, but never the one you always talk in.”

“Simon,” You drew out his name, moving to place your hands on his sort of damp cheeks, thumbs threading across white scars. “Well, you can’t talk back to me in my language. I love to talk with you in English, I love hearing your voice.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “My voice? Nothin’ special ‘bout it. But yours- Yours,” His hands settled on top of yours, prying them from his face as he spoke, “You could speak to me in your language every second of the day, and I’ll love it. Justa hear you talk to me like that.”

Your eyes widened, you bit your bottom lip while a smile made itself known upon your face. “What if I just want to talk to you with English?” His face sort of dropped, disappointment flashed in his eyes but you hurriedly laughed, moving to hold his hands in your own. “I’m just kidding, my love.”

“I think I know how to make you talk.” His hands pried from yours, immediately coming to settle on the back of your knees. He stood, lifting you as you squeaked in surprise. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, hands hit right on his collarbone as his teeth nipped at your lips. His eyes kept your gaze as he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to speak English, you’ll be beggin’ in your language.”

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[literallylexa]

DEAN X READER:

FOREVER AFTER ALL

IMAGINE SMUT

Imagine: You die and your life flashes before your eyes, how you met Dean Winchester. You wait for Dean to finally arrive in heaven. CONTAINS SMUT

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BEFORE:

Scenes of your past flash before your eyes as you lay dying. The first time you met Dean Winchester you had already fallen in love with him.

“Hello this is my partner Agent Smith and I am also Agent Smith..uh no correlation.” Dean smiles at you. “We are following up on a missing persons case. Your friend, or uh roommate?”

The night before you had come home to your friend slaughtered. Fingers chopped off and a slit neck. “Yes, how can I help you?” You ask, a sad tone in your voice.

“Did your friend have any enemies? Anyone who would want to hurt her?” Dean asks.

“No. She was a very friendly person. However…I don’t know you might think I’m crazy but the nights leading up to her..murder.” You choke, “She was saying that she saw her ex boyfriend. But he’s been dead for almost 2 months now.”

“What was the name of her ex?”

••

You’re stuck in a salt circle. The ghost trying to get through to kill you. You clutch onto Dean’s jacket tightly, legs shaking. Even though you’ve only known him for a day, you trusted him. He was strong, handsome, confident, and comforting. “I got you. Nothing will happen to you. Sammy should be done any moment now.” Dean looks down at you with a soft smile. His green eyes making contact with yours, making you blush. The next second, the ghost burns away into thin air. Everything was quiet. You hug Dean, standing on your tippy toes to reach his neck. His thick, muscular arms wrapping around your small frame, holding your waist.

Sam and Dean leave town after that. “So ghosts, vampires, and just monsters are real, huh?” You ask Dean.

“Unfortunately…But hey, here’s my number. In case you see or hear anything. Call me immediately.” Dean grabs your phone and puts his number in. You blush even harder. “You can’t stay for longer?” You ask Dean, hope gleaming in your eyes.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but no. We gotta hit the road. Take care of yourself okay?”

You grab Dean by his shirt and pull him down to your lips. He’s taken by surprise by your actions, but ultimately pulls you in closer, grabbing your hips and grinds against his. His lips are soft and wet, crashing against yours you feel out of breath. “For the road.” You say breaking apart, face hot and red. Dean bites his lips and says goodbye, getting into Baby and driving away.

••

After that encounter, you started to hunt on your own, mostly giving hunters tips of locations and the possible supernatural creatures. “Glad you could make it.” You say to Dean. “You called, I answered.” He chuckles. You guys hug, you take a deep breath. It feels like the whole in your heart was filled again. Excitement, love, and arousal filled your body. Dean was the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. Not to mention having an amazing personality too. If only he wasn’t a hunter, maybe you’d have a chance to actually be together. His eyes linger for a little bit too long on your lips and breasts. As you walk in front of him to your apartment you can feel him staring at your ass too. “You want a beer?” You ask opening the fridge. “Always.” Dean looks around your apartment, picking up old pictures of you and your deceased dog. The room is silent, however the sexual tension between you two did not go unnoticed.

“So!” You exclaim tapping the table top. “What have you been up to?”

Dean takes a gulp of his beer and sets it down. “Oh you know the same old stuff. Hunting.”

“Speaking of hunting. Thats why I called you here. I’m pretty sure a demon is possessing my neighbor.” You say quickly, trying not to make the conversation even more awkward than it already is.

“What?!” Dean yells, walking over to you. “Nah uh you’re not about to have a demon next door. Pack up your things, we are staying at a motel until we get this figured out.”

••

Unfortunately for the bed, but fortunately for you, the motel only had one bed- no couch. “We can just share the bed.” You say sheepishly. Dean smirks, “There’s a lot of things we can share on the bed.” You giggle and punch his shoulder. He’s not lying though. There’s many things that you’d like to share with him on that bed. Many things.

You and Dean end up exorcising the demon. Luckily the person was still alive, you call the ambulance to have them picked up. “Good job back there.” Dean says, looking at you up and down.

You know that things would never get that far with Dean, but it didn’t stop you from being so incredibly attracted to him. Maybe he felt the same way. Dean steps closer to you, lifting up your chin to look at him, brushing hair out of your face. He crashes his lips against yours, picking you up and setting you on the counter. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he grinds up against you. Dean groans from the friction, a bulge growing in his pants. His hands run up and down your body, caressing your curves. He finds his way under your shirt, massaging your breasts. You moan from his touch, oh very badly did you crave it. You unbutton your shirt and he grins, taking your bra off exposing your breasts, the coldness of the room hardening your nipples. Dean licks his lips and begins to take one nipple in his mouth, kissing, licking, and biting it while his hand twists and massages the other. You put a hand through his soft short hair, needing more of him. You tug at his flannel to take it off. He obliges, removing his flannel and shirt, leaving you both naked from the waist up. “You’re beautiful.” Dean says in between kisses.

“Want to take this to the bedroom?” You ask Dean. He picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you gently down on the bed, he kisses from your breasts down to your belly, stopping at the hem of your pants. He unbuttons them, lifting your legs up to take them off. “You’re already soaking wet for me baby.” Dean groans, seeing your wet panties. He takes them off greedily, drooling at the sight of your pussy. His stubble brushes across your inner thighs as he begins to lick at your folds. You gasp when he sticks his warm tongue inside you. “(Y/N) you taste so good.” Dean says. He continues to tongue fuck you until the point you can’t take it anymore. However, before you can orgasm he stops. He couldn��t handle anymore foreplay. He needs his cock to be inside of you. He begins to unbutton his pants and you wait in anticipation to see what he’s been hiding. His cock pops out from his boxes, already leaking pre cum from his long dick. You squirm, desperately needing him inside you. “Please Dean.” You cry. “Not yet. You need to get it wet first.” Dean manages to say. He helps you sit up facing his cock. He strokes it a couple times, massaging his balls in the process. You grab his cock and lick him from the base to the tip, swirling it around on your tongue. Then, slowly putting the tip in your mouth, down the shaft, to the base of his large cock, getting use to the length. Dean moans almost embarrassingly loud, twitching at your movements. You lick up and down his long cock, tasting every inch of him. His balls were hanging low, you get off the bed and onto your knees, you grab his balls and put them both in your mouth, his dick hitting your forehead has you do so. Dean grips your hair into a ponytail, moaning out your name. “Fuck (Y/N).” Dean groans, then throwing you onto the bed, your ass facing him. Before you both even have time to think about putting on a condom, his dick rubs against your pussy lips becoming slippery. “Please fuck me Dean!” You cry out, becoming sexually frustrated, you need him inside you.

He slowly slides his cock into your pussy, “Baby you’re so tight.” You feel every inch of Dean as he slides into you, taking his length in full. With your pussy already leaking wet, Dean starts off with a slow pace, grabbing you by the hips, getting a rhythm. He is already hitting all the sweet spots, something no other man could do for you. “Dean you feel so good inside me.” You moan out, clutching the blankets beneath you. Dean had already wanted to cum the second he went inside you, so nice and tight, so wet for him. He speeds up his rhythm, slamming his cock deep inside your pussy, making you cream all over his cock. Your moans, screams, skin slapping, and the wetness from your pussy fill the air as he ruthlessly fucks you.

Dean pushes your head down onto the bed, grabbing your ass and smacking it leaving red hand marks. Dean has never been this horny in his life before, you are just so irresistible to him. Dean was in a trance by hearing your moans for him, taking all of his dick inside your pussy. “You’re taking my cock so good baby.” Dean moans out, feeling like he’s going to cum soon. Dean stops and pulls out, turning you over on your back, legs up in the air resting on his shoulders. Once again he slams into you, filling you up whole. He leaves lingering kisses along your breasts and neck as you moan out his name. Dean didn’t want this to end, he could go all night with you, and you could do the same. “Fuck I’m about to cum!” Dean yells, pulling out and squirting his hot cum all over your pussy lips. You giggle looking down at his mess. You’re still horny, needing to cum. You start to play with your clit, massaging his hot cum all over your pussy lips. Dean gasps as he sees you doing so, gently sticking one finger inside you as you play with your clit. You moan out as he rubs your g-spot, adding in another finger as he continues. This was all too much for you to handle, after a couple minutes of doing so, you cream all over his fingers and he gladly licks it off his fingers.

The night continues of you and Dean not getting enough of each other, fucking and cumming until you fall asleep for the night.

••

After that night, Dean invited you to stay at the bunker with Sam and him. Sometimes Cas showed up. “I just want to keep you safe.” Dean admits. You’ve known each other for a couple years now, texting back and forth and exchanging phone calls and stories, occasionally seeing each other once a month or so. You pack up all your things and move into the bunker with the boys. You and Dean end up being official a couple weeks after that. You buy new furniture and decor for the boys room, “Trying to make it more homey.” You say.

Life seemed to be almost perfect. Until one faithful day.

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NOW:

“Dean!” You scream out, the demon grabbing you by the neck, choking you.

“Let her go, now.” Dean spits, raising a gun.

The demon stabs your gut, letting you fall to the ground. “I let her go.” The demon snickers.

By the time Dean gets over to you and the demon, they vanish. Dean holds you as you lay dying. “No baby please stay with me.” Dean says in desperation.

“I love you, Dean.” You choke out, blood flowing down your face. Your eyes meet his for one last time, and then you see bright white.

••

“I can’t leave.” You say to the reaper, looking at Dean as he’s sobbing over your body. “It’s too early, we didn’t get to spend our life together. We didn’t get out the life, we didn’t have any children or animals together.” You cry, a pain in your heart, too unbearable to deal with anymore.

“You know what will happen if you stay.” The reaper puts a cold hand on your sunken shoulders. “All those angry spirits you hunt, you will become one.”

“Will I see him again, wherever I go?” You ask.

“I can’t tell you that.” The reaper smiles, “It’s okay to go.”

You leave Dean a cold kiss on his forehead, he looks up shocked. “(Y/N)?” He says, looking around. He could feel your presence.

“Goodbye, Dean.” You say as you walk through the light.

••

Heaven. On the other side it’s beautiful. Mountains covered with large pine trees. A river flows underneath a bridge. The echoing of birds chirping fill the air. A small house, perfect as you could ever imagined lives on the top of the hill, watching over the river. You enter it, pictures of your family, friends, and Dean hang on the walls. Tears fills your eyes, you miss Dean. A knock at the door brings you back to your senses. You open the door, revealing John and Mary Winchester. Both smiling as they hold housewarming gifts. You’ve never met either of them before, but they seemed to know who you were, as they were always watching over Dean.

“Dean will be here soon.” Mary comforts you, placing a gentle hand on your back.

••

You spend the next couple weeks doing the things you love the most. Cooking all your favorite foods, swimming in the always warm water, drinking your favorite liquor. Everyone’s heaven is together. Sometimes you’d go up to the Winchesters house and have dinner, sometimes you’d go fishing with Bobby. Ellen and Joe were there sometimes too; along with all the other hunters you’ve lost along the way.

One day, you were walking down to the lake as you always do. Towel and a book in hand. From afar you notice a tall figure, you immediately knew who it was. “Dean!” You scream out, dropping everything and run to him. He turns around in shock, running towards you also. He picks you up and twirls you around, pulling you in for a long kiss after. Tears flow down Dean’s face as he looks at you. “I love you too.” Dean cries, brushing your hair out of your face, finding it hard to be real that he’s able to see your beautiful self again. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You say, pressing your face into his shoulder, breathing him in. Your heart felt full again. You and Dean take hands and walk up the hill to the bridge, there sits Baby parked. Dean squeals in excitement, immediately jumping in the drivers seat. You laugh and get into the passengers seat. “Head up to that house over there. I have a surprise for you.” You say. Dean obliges.

You knock at the Winchesters door. Mary answers. “Mom?!” Dean cries, hugging her. John walks up too, pulling Dean into an embrace. “We are just waiting for Sam now.” You say to Dean. “Time will go by fast.”

Eventually Sam joins everyone in heaven. Everything was complete. You and Dean had your own house, and got married. Dean enjoys mowing the lawn while you tend to the garden. On the weekends you guys host BBQ’s with all of your friends and family in heaven.

Maybe somethings last forever after all.

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“A cold beer's got twelve ounces

A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand

You only get so much until it's gone

Duracells in a Maglite

A needle drop on a forty-five

Are the kinda things that only last so long

When the new wears off and they get to getting old

Sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

FM station on the outskirts

Blue jeans after years of shift work

All fading out like I always knew they would

The strings on this guitar

The first love lost on a young heart

Those things are gonna break after the getting's good

'Cause the new wears off and they get to getting old

Yeah, sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

And I know there'll be that moment

The good Lord calls one of us home and

One won't have the other by their side

But heaven knows that that won't last too long

Maybe some things last forever after all”

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AUTHORS NOTE: I will never forgive SPN writers making that ending so rushed and short. I would have absolutely LOVED for Sam and Dean to see their parents again, Bobby, and just everyone that they’ve lost in heaven together. I wish they would have had an episode “feel good” episode of just everyone being happy in heaven, throwing parties and bbq’s, and just drinking until they’re too drunk. Let me know how you think SPN should have ended!

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Roman Reigns: Date Night (Pt. III to Don't Forget the Strawberries and Whipped Cream.)

Author's Note: I'm really enjoying writing this for you all.

Warnings: none really other than the occasional swearing and mentions of blood w/a visual

The Next Morning

You’d just gotten off a long night shift at work. You don’t know exactly what you did to your patient, whose name you learned was Kade, but she ignored you the rest of the shift. You were confused as you two started on a good note, but then she just immediately shut down as your conversation progressed. It troubled you. But hopefully, you didn’t leave a bad impression on her. You hugged Vallerie goodbye before hopping into your car and starting the ignition. Before going home, you were going to make a quick stop at Starbucks and get your favorite drink and some breakfast.

Ten minutes into your drive, your phone rings through your dashboard, and your husband’s name pops up. You smile to yourself before picking up the call.

“Good morning, baby. Are you off work yet?” he asked, sounding like he was moving around.

“Yes, it was a loooong shift. I’ll explain when I get home.” You say stopping a red light.

“Okay, you know I’m all ears. I’ll have a bath ready for you when you get back, okay? You’re off the rest of the weekend, right?” he questions.

“Yep. Which means I’m relaxing the rest of the weekend…. that is if our little nugget allows it.” You giggle.

“No worries about that. I already got it covered. She’ll be at my mom’s for the rest of the weekend. I got something special planned for us.”

~~

You finally make it home, stomach full of the breakfast and coffee you chugged down on your way home. 

You park your car in your driveway, your husband’s car already in its usual spot. You get out of your car, and your tiredness starts to hit you like a diesel truck. You could barely put one foot in front of the other. Before heading into your house, you walk to your mailbox. That’s when you hear your name being called. You turn around to see your neighbor, Miss Williamson, walking her poodle. She was an elderly lady, sweet, and nosy, but an overall lovely woman. She smiles at you, a small hint of confusion on her face as she takes in your appearance. You’d hope to make this conversation very short, all you wanted to do was take a hot shower and lay down with your man.

“Good morning, Miss Williamson. How are you?” you smile at her, waving your hand.

She approaches you as her poodle, Miss Fefe, sniffs you. She was a friendly dog that took a liking to you. You giggle as you pet her head.

“Good morning Y/n. It appears you’re just getting off work?” she asks, looking over at your house and then back to you.

“Yes, ma’am. I just started going back to work. I’m thankful for it though. It gets me out of the house.” You tease as she furrows her eyebrows.

“Hmm..I thought I saw another car in your driveway last night when I was walking my dear Fefe. Must’ve been seeing things. Hahaha,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Yes well, I’m pretty tired I’m just going to-“Your words were interrupted by the sound of your front door opening and your husband calling out to you.

“Y/n! You’re home.” He smiles at you before turning his attention to Miss Williamson, his smile then disappears. He and her didn’t like one another. He felt she was way too nosy for his liking. She was like a neighborhood watchdog to him, and he couldn’t stand it.

“Ahh Mr. Anoa’i. Nice to see you on this fine morning. I was just talking with your lovely wife.” She says giving him a fake smile and wave as Miss Fefe begins sniffing around your yard, looking for a spot to piss on.

“Nice to see you too Miss Willy Wonka. Mind getting your mutt off my lawn?” he says, a fake smile now plastered on his face.

You gasp lowly, “Joseph! Don’t say that. Sorry, he didn’t mean that.” You quickly respond as Miss Williamson gasps.

“It’s Williamson to you. I was just talking with Y/n about how I thought I saw another car in her driveway last night. Care to explain?” Miss Williamson says, sticking her nose up at Joe.

“Other than the dementia you have; no I have no explanation other than no one is here besides me.” He says as her and your mouths drop at his comment.

“Joseph!” you say hurrying over to him and clamping your hand over his mouth.

“Why I never! Come on Fefe, let’s go dear. This grass looks artificial anyway.” she says, storming off as her dog hurries behind her.

As you watch her walk away you turn your attention to your husband before you burst into laughter.

“Did you have to say that?” you laugh as he too begins to laugh, wrapping his arms around your waist. He shrugs, bending down to capture your lips onto his. He then pulls away, moving aside so you can walk through the entrance.

“What? She’s annoying. One day she’s gonna run her mouth too much and someone might hurt her.” He says as he closes the door behind him, following you upstairs into your master bedroom.

“Well, I’m sure she means no harm. After all, her late husband was a police officer, so maybe she feels it’s her duty to know what’s going on in the neighborhood.” You reply, walking into your bedroom and kicking your shoes off, sighing in relief.

Your husband comes up behind you as you pull your shirt over your head.

“Well, she needs to mind her business. Anyways, enough about her, freshen up so you can eat, okay?” Joe says, removing your bra as he kisses along your neck.

“Boy, uh uh. I smell like ass. Let me wash before you start kissing all over me.” You grin as you bend down to remove your pants, to which your husband lands a hard smack on your butt, earning a yelp from you.

“See you downstairs.” He winks, heading out the door, making sure to close it behind him.

~~

The Next Night

“Girl yes, we’re having a little date night tonight. Girl yes, I got the lingerie on. Red! His favorite color. You know he gone rip this off of me.” You laugh with Vallerie on the phone as you go into your walk-in closet to pull out the dress you were going to wear for your dinner date with your husband who was downstairs, patiently waiting for you.

You check yourself in the mirror, admiring yourself. 

You know, since becoming pregnant, you were highly skeptical of what your before and after appearance was going to be. But honestly, you didn’t look too different than when you did before being pregnant. You smile at the little bit of curve that baby weight gave you. Hopefully, tonight will lead to a little bit of intimacy between the sheets because you’ve missed feeling your man inside you. It’s been a while. Of course, he tried to be intimate during your pregnancy, but with hormones and insecurities, you refused to let him touch you in that way. But tonight, you hoped, would be a different story.

You spray on some perfume before heading out the master bedroom door. Your heels click as you make it to the living room to see your husband standing there, looking as sexy as ever.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.” You giggle as he turns to look at you, admiring you from head to toe.

“No worries, you look stunning as always.” He smirks, approaching you and pulling you into a kiss.

His hands start to travel down your body, feeling and loving every curve before landing on your butt. You moan softly as he gives it a little squeeze. He must restrain himself as he pulls away from you.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later, come on, let’s go enjoy dinner.” He says lowly, planting one last kiss on your lips before grabbing your hand and leading you out the door.

~~

You two make it to your favorite restaurant, a place that you two used to go to when you were back in high school. This place held so many good memories. You walk together through the parking lot and the restaurant doors, immediately being greeted by a waiter.

“Yes, reservations for Anoa’i.” your husband says in his deep voice as the waiter looks through his booklet before smiling and nodding, grabbing two menus.

“Great, just follow me please.” He instructs as he leads you through the restaurant and into a private section of the restaurant.

“Thank you.” You smile as you and Joe take a seat, him pulling your chair out for you like the gentleman he is.

“I know our anniversary isn’t until next week but after hearing how exhausted you sounded on the phone, I wanted to do something special for you.” He smiles momentarily before picking up his menu to skim through it.

“Well after you pampered me all day, I’d say you did a great job. Thank you, Joe. I love this. I need this. Yesterday was a little…..off for me at work.” You say softly, picking up your menu to look through it.

“Care to talk about it?” your husband inquires, momentarily setting his menu down to look at you, giving you his full attention.

“Well…it wasn’t like it was hectic or anything because I only had one patient…. but the one that I had was….a pretty sad case.” You say, shaking your head and leaning against your hand, looking at your husband sitting across from you.

He nods his head in understanding, and he grabs your hands, kissing your knuckles.

“Want to talk more about it? If not, you don’t have to.” He reassures you, giving you a little smile.

That’s one thing about your husband. He was always supportive of your career. Always curious to know more about your job and responsibilities as a nurse. It made your role as a nurse and his partner feel even more important cause he cared enough to know about your day.

“Well, it was a woman. She was badly beaten and dumped behind a dumpster like some trash. You should’ve seen her….she looked like she was hit by a train. It’s so sad. Actually, she’s an old schoolmate of ours. She knows you and I both. She knew we both dated. She knew you used to play football, everything. I don’t remember much about her, but I just knew she looked familiar when I first saw her.” You say as his eyebrows contort into slight confusion.

“She knows me? Hmm…what’s her name?” he says, letting go of your hands and leaning back into his chair to grab his menu again as the waiter approaches your table again with a bottle of your favorite wine. He pours you both a glass.

“Ready to order?” he asks as you both nod your heads.

Once ordering your food, the waiter walks away, and you and Joe resume your conversation, sipping your wine.

“Her name was Kade. Sound familiar?” you ask as your husband stops drinking his wine, his expression almost unreadable.

He places his glass of wine down on the table before tilting his head at you, “Kade?” he questions as you nod your head before shrugging.

“Yes. Like I said, I don’t remember much about her, but she knew a lot about us. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re the ‘it couple’ in school.” You giggle as the momentary glint of alarm etches across your husband’s face and goes unnoticed by you.

It’s silent for a moment as you both sip on your wine, listening to the live orchestral band playing not too far from your table. It was a calming atmosphere. However, you couldn’t help but notice your husband shifting around in his seat.

“Babe? You okay?” you ask as he has zoned out.

“Oh sorry. Haha Just thinking. So anyway, tell me more about work. Was this Kade woman difficult to deal with?” he asks to resume drinking his wine.

You shrug, “No, not really difficult. Just…..shutting herself down once I asked about her love life. Which I probably shouldn’t have done because it’s none of my business, but I just wanted her to not be so timid with me. You know?”

“Yes, I understand. So, what did she say?” he asks just as your dinner arrives at the table.

You both say a quick prayer over your food before digging into it, your tastebuds immediately savoring the delicious steak and potatoes. You halt eating before you resume your conversation.

“Well…..she told me she was not married, but she had a daughter. And-“ Joe immediately cuts you off as he begins to choke on his food. You were about to get up to pat his back but he gently declined your help.

“A daughter?! I mean……a daughter?” he says, regaining his composure.

“Yes……..a three-year-old, but sadly her daughter was taken from her. Then she said something about running away from the father. I don’t know. She didn’t say more.” You say, going back to eating your food.

It’s silent for a moment as you two enjoy your food before he clears his throat.

“Well….I can’t say much other than you’re a special nurse for caring for her in such a horrible time in her life.” Joe says as you give him a small smile.

“I hope so…..but anyways enough about work and more about us.” You say as your husband nods in agreement, glad you were dropping the topic to something heartier.

~~

After a wonderful dinner with your husband, you both laugh as you walk through the parking lot and into your car. Not long, you’ve both made your way home. He parks the car in the driveway as it’s now dark and the moon is glistening beautifully in the sky. The mood was currently set as you couldn’t keep your hands off of Joe the entire ride home.

You couldn’t help but touch and grope his manhood as he grew hard underneath your fingertips. You had to keep your legs clamped shut to keep from touching yourself knowing you couldn’t satisfy yourself like your man could. But here you are, having been patient but now you were in full-blown heated mode wanting nothing more than for your husband to take you in the house, rip your dress off, and fuck you into the sheets until you were crying from pleasure.

“Let’s get in this fucking house, now,” Joe says impatiently as his dick grew heavy and hard, as he wanted nothing more than to stick his dick deep within your walls. His mind was clouded with all the nasty things he was about to do to you, and he couldn’t wait.

You both hurriedly get out of the car and slam the doors shut, hopefully not waking up the neighbors with your eagerness. Your husband almost trips on the pavement as he’s already unbuttoning his pants. You giggle as you both walk down the walkway before you stop dead in your tracks, Joe accidentally bumping into you.

“What? What’s wrong baby?” he asks, confused as to why you stopped walking.

You say nothing as you point at a familiar poodle that was sitting comfortably on your front porch, but when she notices you, she eagerly gets to her feet, barking softly at you, and wagging her tail.

“Fefe? What are you doing here girl? Shouldn’t you be home?” you say as she barks before descending the steps and stopping next to your feet.

She barks softly, making circles around your feet before she sits down in front of you, licking your leg.

“The hell….that woman needs to keep her dog in the house instead of on other people’s property. Shoo. Go home, mutt.” Your husband says, shaking his head at the dog.

“Shh..don’t be mean. Isn’t that right girl? Maybe she got lo-“ you say as you bend down to pet her but you notice something red smeared on your leg from where she licked you.

You look at your leg before looking closely at her mouth and teeth. She had a slight red tint to the fur surrounding her mouth.

“Here….open your mouth Fefe….” You say as she obeys, licking your hand and the red substance smears onto your hand again.

“What the hell did you get into girl?” you ask as she whines, rubbing her head against you.

“Awww maybe I should walk you home. This is so unusual though. Miss Williamson never lets you out of her sight.” You say as you stand back to your feet, petting the poodle on top of her head.

“Babe. She’ll find her way back home. Let’s just go inside and finish what we were starting because this can’t wait any longer.” Joe says, pointing impatiently at his prominent boner in his dress pants.

“But I-“ he cuts you off, kissing you deeply.

“She’ll be fine. Now come on.” He says kissing along your neck as you’re overcome with desire again.

“Maybe you’re right. Come on. Go home Fefe.” You say as your husband throws you over his shoulder, gently shoving the dog aside as you both hurry inside your home.

Fefe whines again, staring up at your front door as it slams shut before deciding to go back home to her owner who was lying in a pool of blood in her basement. 

What do you guy think happened to Miss Williamson? What's Joe hiding from Y/n? Will she ever find out the truth about the man she married? Stay tuned..........

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[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter XXII

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Send your mind spinning

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff, orgasm delay/denial, m masturbation, fingering, etc.

“Oh God, don’t ever let me drink again,” Bradley whines behind you the next morning.

“Can’t handle your liquor anymore, old man?” You tease.

“No, I don’t think I can,” he grumbles against your neck, “but I’m not old.”

“Says the man turning 34 next month.”

“I’m only 3 years older than you!” He argues. “Fuck, my head hurts.”

“You poor thing,I’ll get you some ibuprofen and food.”

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Sunny feels about the same as Bradley but they’re both much less green once they’ve eaten.

Once everything is packed, you say your temporary goodbyes as Jake and Nat are delaying their honeymoon until next winter since they will be back in a few days too for another deployment.

The plane ride home is uneventful and finally, the Uber drops you both off at home.

The next few days are busy with getting back to work, you both unpacking, and Bradley packing for the deployment.

Too soon it’s 5:45 in the morning-the day he departs. You see him off at the door.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you murmur against his lips.

“I’ll miss you too,” he replies after he pulls off from your kiss.

“I’m going to tell you now since I don’t know when we’ll talk next. No getting off the week before your birthday.” You smile as you watch his eyes widen.

“The entire week? I don’t know if I can do it,” he whines.

“You can, and you will. Don’t make me ask Bob to keep an eye on you.”

He shudders and a flush rises to his cheeks. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you purr, cupping his erection through his service khakis. “Just that week though, it’s a free-for-all all before then.”

“Thank God,” he breathes and gives you a quick peck. “I love you, Row. I’ll talk to you as soon as I can.”

“Can’t wait. I love you too. Be safe, okay?”

He nods and waves as he drives off.

Not only was this going to be Bradley’s longest deployment yet at 4-5 weeks, it was the first actual mission, not just training. Even though he said it shouldn’t be anything dangerous, you were still going to worry. And you really hope he’ll be back in time for his birthday.

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3 weeks pass (thankfully) quicker than you thought they would. Work keeps you busy during the week and Sunny’s occupied 1 out of the 3 weekends.

Bradley’s only been able to talk twice—briefly while you were at work, and a longer, more satisfying call the previous weekend.

He warned you at the end of his last call he might not be able to talk again before he’s home, but he’s optimistic that he’ll be home for his birthday—just over a week away.

You scroll Facebook from home on your lunch break and your heart nearly breaks when you come across a picture of a beautiful young dog with the saddest brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

*Urgent!*

This is Lola.

Lola is roughly a year old and is a big girl at 90 lbs, but is full-grown. We think she’s a Newfoundland mix with her long, black and white coat. Lola was tied outside the shelter last week with a note that she’s “untrainable” and other not-Facebook-appropriate words.

We need help. She is not handling shelter life well—she’s not eating or drinking; just curls herself in the corner, shaking and hiding her head under her bed.

Lola has not shown any aggression towards people or other animals.

Please either send us a message or give us a call if you want to give Lola a home.

The shelter answers before you even realize you’re calling and a few minutes later, you’re set up to meet her after work.

You call Sunny on the way back to work who squeals when you tell her what’s going on.

“Don’t get too excited yet. Maybe it won’t work out,” you laugh but you’re just as excited (and a little nervous).

She gives you the information for the vet they take Steve to and begs you to call her back afterward.

Next, you call the vet and give them the rundown. Thankfully they’re accepting new ‘patients’ and will take Lola.

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5 hours later, Lola is lying in the back of your car with her head on the center console.

It was fate. As soon as you opened the door to her kennel, she stood up and walked over with a little wag in her tail, nuzzling your legs with her head.

The shelter gave you more information too. Her fur was a bit dull and chopped in areas because it had been matted and filthy when they found her but was otherwise in good health, probably because she was so young. According to the note, she wasn’t house trained but they’d worked with her and she had only had one accident since she’d been there, and that was the first day. They’d given you a few days worth of food and the blanket that was on her bed, which was enough to get you through the next day or two—you didn’t want to overwhelm her more by taking her more places.

“We’re home, sweetheart.” You murmur as you pull in the drive.

You praise her when she goes potty right away before going inside and you follow her around while you call Sunny as she tentatively explores.

“Did you get her?!” Sunny asks before saying hello.

“I did. Oh Sun, she is so sweet, she came right up to me when I got there. The shelter said she might not be potty trained but she only had one accident there and just went potty for me. I just hope Bradley’s okay with this. We’ve talked about getting a dog before but I probably should’ve okayed it with him first…” you cringe as you trail off.

“He’ll be so excited! Seriously. I can’t imagine any scenario where he wouldn’t love her, especially with how miserable she was at the shelter.”

“I hope so. Can we move in with you, Bob, and Steve if he kicks us out?” You joke.

“Of course!” She laughs, “Let me know when you both are ready for some company and I’ll bring Steve over.”

“Sounds good. We’ll see how she does tonight and tomorrow and I’ll let you know. I’m so glad I have Fridays off in the summer.”

The company you work for changes the hours to four 10-hour days in the summer, giving you a 3-day weekend from May through September.

“Quit rubbing it in,” she laughs. “Let me know if you need anything. Good luck tonight!”

“I will, thanks Sun.”

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You coax her to eat by holding some food in your hand, then holding the bowl, eventually letting you set it down. She then eats like she’s never had a meal in her life, as long as you don’t stop petting her.

The rest of the night goes better than expected, the only hiccup is she refuses to go up the steps.

It’s not worth stressing her out over though, so you make a bed on the couch, and push the ottoman next to it, but she curls up on the floor and you fall asleep stroking her fur.

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There’s a warmth against your front when you wake up and for a split second, you think Bradley’s home. But the sight you open your eyes to is almost as good. Lola’s tail timidly thumps when you smile at her.

“You’re such a sweet girl. I think Sunny’s right, Bradley’s gonna love you.”

While she does her business, you get her food ready and check the rooms downstairs—no accidents.

You spend the morning getting to know each other and by the afternoon, you’ve taught her some tricks (untrainable, huh?) and she’s made it to the third stair.

Sunny texts you on the way home from a PetSmart haul, which she did great at too.

Sunny: Just got off work. How’s it going?

Rowan: Really good! No accidents, I taught her some tricks, and I woke up with her next to me on the couch (she’s scared of the stairs). She was fine with the other dogs at PetSmart. Do you want to bring Steve over tomorrow?

Sunny: That’s great! Yes! I want to meet her!

Rowan: Sounds good! 10 work?

Sunny: Perfect, I’ll bring coffee.

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Lola only makes it to the fourth step that night but you don’t mind spending it on the couch again.

When Sunny arrives, Lola barks but then cowers and your heart breaks.

“It’s okay, mama doesn’t mind when you tell me someone’s here. You can bark,” you murmur, bending down to her level.

She perks up when Steve’s tippy-taps are heard on the front porch.

You open the door and Steve comes flying in, faster than you’d think possible on 3 legs. You crack up as Lola takes off after him. Once they get their zoomies out, they sniff each other’s bottoms and are instant best friends.

The day is spent helping her with wedding preparations and hanging out with the pups. You make plans for next weekend to take them to the beach, hoping the guys are back.

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You start losing that hope though as the week passes with no word. Even Penny with her ‘sources’ doesn’t know when they’ll be back.

The first thing you do is check your phone when you wake up on Friday (the day before his birthday) but set it back down with a sigh. Still nothing.

“Should we treat ourselves with a coffee and pupcup? Hmm? Think it’ll cheer us up?” You ask Lola, who’s snuggled into your side on the couch.

Her tail thumps.

“I think so too.”

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After a walk and shower, you feel a little better. Once the coffee hits your tongue, you’re almost back to normal.

But seeing the Bronco in the driveway when you get back brings a smile and tears to your eyes.

Lola races you to the door, feeding off your excitement.

“Bradley?!”

No response.

Lola quiets as she starts to sniff the bag he left by the door and you hear the shower running.

“Be right back, I’m gonna go get your daddy,” You whisper, bending down to place a kiss on her head.

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You hurry up the stairs and just as you’re about to push open the bathroom door, a deep groan and the lewd sound of him jerking himself off stops you in your tracks, arousal pooling between your legs.

You watch him through the cracked door in the reflection of the mirror, his back to you. His left hand is pressed against the wall, holding himself up as his right fists his cock. Water sluices down his back and over the flexing globes of his ass.

“Fuck,” he curses lowly. You can tell by his tone he’s getting close.

“Oh fuck, Row—“ he gasps as he finishes, hips slowing.

You’re soaked and want nothing more than to jump his bones. But, he should meet Lola first.

He jumps when you push open the door a minute later.

“Sorry,” you laugh, “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so glad you’re here. I really didn’t think you were gonna make it back before your birthday.”

“I didn’t think so either, they kept everything hush-hush until last night when we were almost stateside,” he replies. You almost laugh at the relief in his voice. He pops his head out for a kiss. “Wanna join me?”

You shake your head. “I’d love to but I’ve got a surprise for you downstairs I want you to check out first.”

He nods before returning to the spray. “I’m almost done. Be down in a few.”

“Sounds good. Oh, and Bradley?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Did you really think I’d forget?”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing as his shoulders tense behind the fogged glass. Busted.

“Your birthday isn’t until tomorrow, right?” You ask lowly, leaning against the door frame.

“Right, ma’am.”

“What did I tell you before you deployed?”

“No getting off the week before my birthday, ma’am,” he sighs.

“That’s right, Bradley. And what did you do before I came in here?”

“I got myself off, ma’am. I’m sorry, I thought—“

“You thought wrong.” You interrupt him. “I’m going downstairs to think about what I’m going to do with you. Meet me down there when you’re done.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies. You smile as you see his cock twitch before turning to head down the steps.

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Lola is perched on the ottoman when you enter the living room.

“So where’s this surprise?” Bradley asks a few minutes as he comes down the stairs.

Lola’s ears perk up and her head tilts as she listens. “In the living room.”

“It better not be a new toy to spank me with—oh, who’s this?”

You smile. “This is Lola.”

“Hi Lola,” he says softly, crouching as he offers his hand for her to sniff.

Her tail starts to thump wildly as she begins to recognize his smell from the other parts of the house.

“She’s ours?” He asks, tears heavy in his voice.

“Yeah, I hope that’s okay. I know I should’ve waited until you were back but she was dumped at the shelter, and not handling it well. I didn’t even think I just called and her whole demeanor changed when she met me and then all of a sudden I had a dog and—“

He interrupts your rambling with a kiss. “It’s okay, Row. I’ve wanted a dog for a long time. I’m glad you brought her home.”

You smile and kiss him back, pulling away with a laugh when Lola sighs dramatically.

You tell him everything you know about her and he praises her when she executes her tricks perfectly.

“I bet she feels like she’s going to slip on the wooden steps. I’ll have to put some tread or carpet down, I was thinking about doing it anyway after the last time I slipped.” Bradley says after you explain her fear of the stairs.

You snort at the memory. It was only funny because he was okay.

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You wake up an hour later, squished between Lola and Bradley on the couch. Lola stretches before getting down in search of a toy.

Bradley stirs a few minutes later, his cock hot and hard against your ass.

You press back and smile at his sharp intake of breath. He’s so desperate, even after getting off in the shower earlier.

You take his hand and guide it down the front of your pants. A breathy moan escapes as his fingers gather your arousal before circling your clit.

His hips grind into your ass as he plunges two fingers into your wet heat, his palm grinding against your bundle of nerves.

You cry out as your orgasm hits you, and he groans as your pussy flutters around his fingers, wishing it was his cock.

He grunts as you reach behind you, stroking him through his pants.

“I want you so bad,” he whines into the back of your neck.

“Mmmm,” you hum. “Are you close?”

He nods, gasping as he almost reaches his peak…but you pull away.

“That’s…that’s fucking mean,” he pants, his hard-on straining against his sweats.

You smirk as you straddle him, pinning his arms above his head, and lean down for a kiss, nipping his lip when you pull back.

“We both know you like being edged, so don’t lie to me, you’re in enough trouble already.”

He nods, “Yes ma’am.”

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A/N: Sorry, this was supposed to be the birthday smex chapter but Lola stole the show. It will be the next chapter though.

Also, my part of the Midwest is supposed to get 11+ inches of snow in the next 24-36 hours. Maybe I’ll get a snow day and can write alllllll day long 🤞🏻

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There are so many people in my day to day life who see dogs as just pets. So many people who don’t understand how much I’m struggling with Miller’s condition. Even people in my own workplace are surprised by how “hard” I’m taking it. The reality is these people go home to a partner or family of an evening, I go home to my dogs. That sounds really miserable and antisocial - but I’m an independent person and I’ve bought my own home and set up my own life and I’ve done it all by myself… except for the little pack of supporters who’ve been there through it all. Miller has been through it all.

Miller knew me when I was 18 and living with my grandparents; still a kid and having no idea about being an adult. Miller knew me when I went through my first break up, and she stuck around through the heartache. Miller knew me when I first ventured out into the big wide world; renting a “big girl house” with a friend and having a stable income and working towards my dreams. Miller knew me through my second break up, where I fled the country and went on a journey to “heal myself” and left her (and Henry) with my grandparents. She didn’t mind. She enjoyed the extra snacks. Miller knew me when I bought my first home, alone, and was right there beside me throughout.

She’s known me through my entire adult life. But I’ve known Miller through the day when she first came home… carsick on the passenger’s seat with only petrol station toilet paper to clean it up. I’ve known Miller through her “drug overdose” where she decided to snack on a pack of ibuprofen (again, with Henry). I’ve known Miller through horrific and uncontrollable ear infections. Where I thought the kindest thing was to let her go. Where I saw her in chronic, severe pain and several ear surgeries and procedures. I’ve known miller through her, um, “back end” problems, and having to remove stitches from her actual butthole. I’ve known Miller through her mellow years, where her only crimes are barking at a yellow lab on the beach or greeting our guests with a loud and persistent voice.

Today someone came to my house and there was no loud voice to greet them. She’s in a vet clinic cage, yellow as a highlighter, trying her hardest to stay alive. She’s 8 years old and has lived a life rich with joy and adventure, but my god I’m not ready to say goodbye yet. She’s not grey, she’s not creaky, she’s still got so much life in her. So many more rivers to swim in and songs to dance to and yellow labs to bark at. Every waking moment is spent agonising over my special little blue dog.

We don’t see leptospirosis where I am located. It’s very rare, and my vets have little experience with it. Today we contacted other hospitals in places were it is more prevalent so we can get a better idea of what we’re dealing with. It can take 7-14 days to see a turnaround. Miller is on day 4. I don’t know how I will afford 14 days of intensive care. I don’t even know how to think about money right now. I don’t know when the right time is to call it; to let her rest, or whether she wants me to keep fighting for her. Every minute is a nightmare and I miss my best girl.

#when moby shoves his nose in the food bin he looks like miller #when trickle does her little pinned ears waggy butt appeasement dance she looks like miller #when someone comes stomping up the steps I can hear miller’s voice #except none of those are miller #and there’s a very real chance they never will be again #she may never come home #and I’ll be stuck reeling from these tiny fractions of time where I think it’s her #my very best friend #my loyal sidekick #who hates everyone in this world but me #and has always driven me absolutely nuts #please don’t take her away just yet #please let her come home for a little longer

[8bitscarlet]

If We Said Goodbye

Summary: You were scared of the future, you always saw it's worst possibilities. Being with Wanda, you began to saw the best possibilities. And the moment you began to plan for the best, that's when the worst had it's chance.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Angst (mention of alcohol, consumption of alcohol, blood mention, death of a major character)

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: Italics is a flashback. No writer's block but all my energy is going to angst, so this is the road we find ourselves in. 😂 Happy Reading everyone! 💕

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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The wind blows comfortably across the wooden deck, making the porch wind chimes sing out a quiet tune. The sun is dipping down closer to the evening, coloring the sky with a darkening orange as you run your finger down your sweating drink.

You purse your lips together, thinking back on the conversation you just had. A terse conversation that started out light hearted. 

A chair scrapes out along the wood and you glance up, watching as Bucky sits down across from you. You sigh out, leaning back against the chair and glance around him.

You can see her. Red hair falling out of her bun as she helps pin down Barton to the grass, his kids sprinting from the side of the house with freshly filled water guns. Their laughs are clear as day and you can hear her’s, sending your stomach twisting. 

“It’s nice to see Barton can have a family and still have time to save the world,” you sip from your ice cold drink, clearing your throat.

“Jealous?” Bucky’s tone suggests a rhetorical question but you answer anyway. 

Clenching your brows, you glance away from the dog pile occurring, “Why would I be jealous?”

“Because that’s exactly what you want,”

You narrow your eyes but can’t stop the sigh that leaves your lips, “Uh huh, right. Besides, I’m missing a few key components.”

“Come on,” Bucky stares at you and without spilling a drop, cracks open another beer, “I overheard that conversation you had with her. There’s feelings there, you’re just denying it.”

“There’s nothing to deny. There’s a mission. And I’m focusing on that,” you reach forward and rip the can from his fingers. Sloshing it against the table as he tries to keep grasp on it. 

Grunting as he pushes away from the table, you hear him muttering to himself as he flips open the cooler, “You’re scared. You don’t want to break her heart. Better yet,” the can hisses, “You don’t want her to break yours. Stop blaming it on the mission.”

You look down at the tab of your beer, rocking it back and forth until it snaps off, “She doesn’t deserve to have her heart broken.”

“Nobody does,” Bucky crosses his foot over the other as he leans next to your arm, “but you’re never going to get this, if you don’t grow a pair.”

Rolling your eyes, you knock your hand against his arm as he chokes slightly on the beer, some of it rolling down his nose. You stand, “You just want to say that I copied you by also dating a red head,”

He shrugs, “True. But if you really care about her, then you need to see all of this through her eyes. She’s probably just as scared as you. Look at her,” he points down towards the side of the house. Wanda is fluffing up Fanny’s face as Nat clips the harness on the dog. Fanny needs never ending walks when Yelena is away on mission and Wanda is always happy to take her. Usually you join her, but she didn’t come searching for you this time. 

“You can’t let her slip away.”

You shake your head, “And what if I die?”

Bucky sighs, crossing his arm over as his chin rests on the top of his beer, “You have got to stop thinking about every possible bad thing. What if I cut my finger on your broken tab and get an infection and I die? See? It’s stupid.”

Rolling your eyes, you toss your empty can into the trash, “Now, that’s just ridiculous,”

“You’re being ridiculous!” Bucky calls after you as you descend down the stairs, swinging your keys on your finger. 

The breeze follows you as you drive with the window of your truck down, the smell of evergreen trees growing the longer you drive. And you don’t drive too long, you spend longer sitting in the bed of the truck. Swinging your legs, you catch the sound of branches snapping and a soft voice talking. You chuckle, it sounds more like a therapy session with the occasional barking response of the therapist. 

Fanny makes it through the brush first and sees you. She takes off in a dead sprint, flinging herself straight into the back of the truck and climbing onto your back. You chuckle, 

“Oh, well now look who it is. Going on a walk without me? You traitor!” you laugh as the dog wiggles through any attempt you make at petting them. 

“You know dogs,” Wanda wraps the leash around her fingers, “They can sense bad energy.”

You hum, “As long as she got a proper walk. You know if you actually ran that whole five mile loop, it’s a decent warmup.”

“Oh really?” Wanda runs her hand down Fanny’s back, “And what if that was my cool down?”

“Pretty weak if I’m honest,” you scoot over slightly on the tailgate, “I do the out and back for my cool down.”

Wanda chuckles as she hauls herself up, Fanny keeping the two of you separated, “You’re so irritating,” Her green eyes glow as they reach yours, working down and seeing you’re still dressed in jeans and your button down, “You aren’t going out for your own warmup?”

You swing your legs, angling your boots that aren’t really made for running. She looks at you as you glance back up, watching how her pupils grow and a reddening in her cheeks as you both brush over the same part of Fanny, “What’s wrong?”

With a sigh, you think back on what Bucky said only a few moments ago, “Look. I need to make a few things clear here.”

Wanda’s face falls slightly as she sits ever so slightly rigid. She doesn’t speak a word, just waits for the bomb you’re about to drop on her lap. 

“I don’t like your weird vegan cardboard food that you make me eat once a week. It tastes like dirt, frankly.” you shiver at the thought of the last one she made you, “I don’t like that you’re seemingly right all the time. I don’t like that I need your help when I thought I was fine alone. And I definitely don’t like that you’re making me do this,”

Wanda grins slightly, “Do what exactly?”

Squeezing your fist and stretching out your fingers to attempt to release the energy inside of you, you look up at her, “Tell you that I like you. Just being completely and totally honest. I really like you.”

Her grin grows and her hand that brushed through Fanny’s fur rests on your cheek as her lips press against yours. You smile, her lips the softest things you’ve ever felt and this, the best kiss you’ve had, even with a handful of fur in your mouth.

“I owe someone a beer,” she whispers against your lips,

You groan, “I can’t believe you made a bet about this.”

“Forgive me?” she whispers, her lips pressing against your nose and watching your eyes open with a grin,

“Only if I get one too,”

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You sigh, staring into your mug of black liquid. It doesn’t steam but has white foam as you attempt to hide what it is to any passing person. Sipping from it, you grimace. Even though it’s not steaming, it isn’t pleasantly cold. Muttering to yourself, you pull your pant legs over your tied shoes and look into the mirror to finish getting dressed. One of the last things you seem capable of it seems. 

Tucking in your shirt tighter, you run your hand down and along your belt. Ensuring the buckle is centered, you work your eyes back up until they rest on themselves. They’re stained red, puffed and glistening more than usual. Pressing your hand against a small box in the breast pocket of the jacket you’ve slung over the chair, you feel a lump in your throat grow. 

Peering outside the window of the room you’re in, the gathering is an unusual energy. Something you’re certainly not used to. Granted, you aren’t really used to being here anyways. You always thought it was hot and stuffy and now, you know you’ll never be back. The beer is hot, you glance back at your mug, and the folk are cold. The time is young but there’s not a single person trying to rile anything up. If anything, they all want the time to end as quickly as possible. 

Buttoning the jacket as you step out of the room, there’s an unsubtle hush that falls over the room. Everyone is dressed up like you, scattered around the gathering area outside of stained glass with chairs that are somehow more uncomfortable than the pews inside. You feel old as you loiter around the area, giving subtle nods to people you pass as your fingers grip tighter to the mug in your hand. You just want to go home and away from this crowd of people. Their eyes on you because they know exactly why you’re here. Who you’re all waiting on.

A silver haired gentleman breaks through the crowd, his presence bringing whispers instead of hushed silence. As he makes his way towards you, he raises a thermos that should be holding coffee. But as he hands you the second one he holds, you grin  and see you’ve both learned the same trick. Beer looks so much like coffee. 

“You prepare anything?”

Sipping on the lukewarm liquid, you still can’t believe you forgot to put the cans in the fridge, “I was never one to write a speech. Besides, I might not have to.”

Pietro hums, “You’re like me than. Wanda could spew out a speech without a thought. That maid of honor one had everyone crying and the only thing she worked on was saying their names in Russian. Totally unfair,”

You never thought you’d have to make a speech in front of people. The plan was always to do it in private, together. The facts in front of you though, changed all your plans. 

“There’s gotta be something you say. Something that comes to mind when you hear her name.”

Your brows raise slightly, there’s a million things that come to your mind. You don’t know if many of them are appropriate for this moment though. They would be much better off staying inside of your brain. 

“Her eyes are like rarest emeralds and her kisses, they’re like rain. They can calm any ounce of nerves in my body,” you skim your thumb against your lip, wiping the spilled beer, “Always once to dance, always has to pull me up onto the dance floor. That’s the only reason I was dancing at your wedding,” you chuckle and every second feels like torture, “So many nights with that radio singing.”

You run your hand down your jacket, pausing over that box again, “And I can’t remember now what song it was when we… Not that it matters anyway.”

“It’ll always matters.”

Grimacing, you swallow the lump in your throat, “I don’t… I’m scared.”

Pietro slowly takes the thermos from your shaking hands, “We’ll walk in together?”

“Is that allowed?” you whisper, staring past the now empty courtyard to the large wooden doors as a bell tolls out. 

“You’re family.” The crack of his voice practically sends you to the ground in a crying heap, you can see it on his face. Everything about this day keeps him from hiding it all inside.

You wipe your face, feeling your trembling lips let out a trembling voice, “Piet. I never-,”

He pulls you in, arms wrapped too tight for you to even attempt to escape, not that you’d wanted to, “I know you would’ve. That’s all that matters to me.”

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The place you stepped into was dimly lit and packed to the brim with people waiting to get inside. A couple talked to the host, you caught the sight of money sneakily being passed over, trying to get a table. You nervously squeezed through hordes of people and waiters scrambling to their tables. You’d never been to such a fancy establishment and as you tried to rub the wrinkles from your suit, you hoped to never be back in one. 

“Oh man, I’m sorry for being late,” you leaned over and pressed a kiss against her cheek as you whispered, “Again,”

“Honey, you just came from overseas and you’re only a few minutes late,” her hand tightly wrapped around yours beneath the table, trying to find a sense of calm in this hurricane, “I think you’re okay,”

You grinned and looked up finally at the two pairs of eyes that sized up every move you made. You desperately tried to hide the itch in your throat as you tried not to cough, knowing your eyes were beginning to water. 

Wanda’s father reached forward and tore a piece of bread for himself and Wanda’s mother. They both buttered the pieces, carefully as if it was an egg shell. Her father didn’t eat it but instead just rested it back on his plate as he interlocked his fingers. 

“Where’d you come in from?”

You cleared your throat, quickly putting down your glass of water, “I’m not really allowed to talk about.”

“Well wherever it was,” her mother gave a look to Wanda before glancing down at your fingers, “Looks like they had you playing in the mud.”

You glanced down at the dirt trapped beneath your nails and the streaks of mud along your hand that were partially hidden beneath your shirt. You hid them beneath the table, sliding them slowly across your thighs. That itch was back and you tried to push back the image of Nat gasping for air as you finally broke through the collapsed tunnel. You had been digging nonstop, nearly giving up before a flare was shoved through an opening above you, scorching your neck. 

“Mom,” Wanda said through gritted teeth.

You chuckled, trying to make light of the whole situation, “You could say that, yeah. They did,” you voice quiets at the end, “Do we want some wine?”

Her mother hummed as she looked at the menu and Wanda nodded quickly, “Italian?”

You flagged the waiter down and dug deep into the recesses of your mind, pulling out the quick course you were forced to learn before a mission. You tried to speak with confidence as you ordered the Italian wine, closing the menu you glanced across the table. You were expecting impressed looks. But all you got was a continuation of a blank stare from her father and fake enthusiasm from her mother.

“So, you speak Italian, Y/N?”

Before you could speak, Wanda sat upward sharply, “They speak six languages,”

There were some hums, some nods but it was all a ruse for what the two across from you truly wanted to talk about. Wanda’s mother was the first to broach the subject.

“Regarding this, how does it work between you two? I mean with the amount of time you’re gone. Overseas,”

“Do you have any control of your schedule?” Her father was forthright with his questions, his fingers clenched tighter and you swallowed dryly.

Your thumb skimmed along Wanda’s hand, “Uh no, not really. I just get up and go when my team is called. Wherever we’re needed.”

“Following orders,”

There was hostility in his voice. You caught it right away and your brow cocked without a thought, “It is a government agency, sir.”

Wanda breathed in carefully, crossed her leg and rested her foot on your shin. 

“Doesn’t sound like there’s room for a stable home life. Doesn’t seem fair to ask that of a partner. Fear of worrying, of losing you while you’re out where you’re needed.”

You nodded slowly, not finding a lie in his words.

“Okay dad, I think I told you not-,”

You sat up straighter. She wasn’t going to fight your battles. You were here to win over her parents so you could add to the rings on her fingers. The man in front of you would never respect you if Wanda did all the talking.

“Yeah, I do have to go do things that I don’t exactly agree on. But I do it so people I love, like Wanda, don’t have to see what I see over where I’m needed here, at home. I don’t plan on doing this until I’m dead. I want a stable future with your daughter,” you glanced over at her and saw the glistening in her emerald eyes, “Have kids, find a way to help make this world a little bit better. I love Wanda and that’s not going to change.”

Her smile beamed over at you as she leaned and pressed her lips to your chin. You chuckled under your breath for her to hear, you felt good. You felt that the respect would finally come. You put your foot down and let your morals be known. You told them exactly what they wanted to hear. The truth. Wanda grabbed your hand and your grin fell when you saw the way her dad stared at you,

“Well, that’s good to hear, Y/N. Until you come home in a box. What about Wanda then?”

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You walk inside the church, your eyes talking in everything around you. The pews are slowly filling up with people as they talk amongst each other. Everbloom roses litter the place, covering over the smell of incense that fills all the way up to the high ceilings above. They’re placed at each end of the pews and you gently touch each one on your way down the aisle. The music softly fills the space and hides the words that people are no doubt sharing with each other. You know what they’re saying. You’re all here for the same reason. Still, it puts a knot in the pit of your stomach. 

And then you see her.

A beautiful and perfect portrait made just for this day. You feel your breath push out from your lungs as your knees begin to tremble. The stinging of tears threatens to escape your eyes as you press a fist against your lips. 

“Hey,” a voice whispers from behind you and you turn, gripping tightly onto their arm, “You’re good.”

“Why am I here,” you clench your face as you move your vice like grip to the edge of a front row pew.

“You know why you’re here. Always is love, isn’t it?”

You scoff, glancing up at the red head with her own ring on her finger, “I messed up, Nat. I really messed up.”

Nat pulls you down with her, trying to get comfortable in the wooden seat, “We all do. No fight could ever end what you two shared.”

You grimace, running both hands down the front of your jacket. One hides a flask and the other that small box. She’s right but you didn’t want her to be right. You could never hate each other, none of your fights ever ended that way. Even though sometimes they did. Sometimes you thought you had really ended things forever, made her hate you beyond words. 

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You knocked on the door loudly for the umpteenth time, swaying slightly from the alcohol in your system and slightly from nervousness. You stood there, thinking about what to say. The door whipped open before you could think of a proper greeting. Wanda saw you there and gave you a scolding look when she saw that case of beer next to your feet.

“Y/N,” her voice was tight, the arms that crossed in front of her were even tighter,

“Yeah,”

“I have neighbors. What’re you doing? I thought you were supposed to be hitting the town Bucky,” you could hear the tone as she said his name.

You sigh, “Well, you know. A beer with you sounded better.”

She rolled her eyes and pressed the door closer to her back as she saw your eyes try to peek inside. You sighed, “And I lost my house keys,”

“Oh, you don’t know how to breach a door? Or pick a lock?”

You patted your jeans, trying to muffle the sound of jangling metal, “Uh, can’t get there. Lost my car keys.”

Wanda sighed and stepped further into the threshold, trying to keep you from getting closer to the door, “Uber.”

You were running out excuses, “I misplaced my cellphone.”

Her green eyes glowed ever so slightly, her phone had been ringing and buzzing from the moment you left the bar, picked up this case of beer and until you started to slam on her door. 

She smiled softly, “Y/N, these are lies.”

“Okay, okay. You’re right. You got me, you got me.”

Wanda tilted her head, brows raised, “All right. Then tell me the truth,”

You sighed, “I already did. A beer with you sounds better. And… I’m sorry.”

Her eyes widened slightly. It was all you said. You added no words to try and explain anything. Just a pure apology. A pure understanding that you had messed up and you owned it. A step in the right direction for both of you. Wanda knocked her head against the threshold with a groan and kicked open the door with her foot. You leaned down and picked up the case of beer as she watched you carefully from her lean against the threshold. 

“I’m not sure I’ve ever heard you say that,” she admitted as you stepped past her and listened to the door lock. 

You rolled your eyes as she walked to the kitchen and replaced her ice cold beers with the lukewarm ones you brought her. She shook her head, “You need to remember to get cold beers. I won’t be here forever to remind you,”

You scoffed as you cracked open both cans, “When did you become a mother? That’s what my mother says to me,”

“One step at a time, buckaroo. You still need to learn to take care of yourself,” Wanda snatched the can from your hands, “Besides, I have to learn to relax. You can’t control your schedule.”

You nodded and took a sip with her, “I can control who I see when I’m home though,”

“You both were celebrating being alive and-,”

A hand was placed on her cheek as your lips found hers, “Don’t make excuses for me. I’m home. I’m yours.”

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You never lied. You were her’s the moment you stepped off the Quinjet to the moment you stepped back on it. But those steps frequented more on than they did off. Something with the world needing more saving meant that you were working more overtime. Your schedule was creating problems and Wanda’s wasn’t any better. And when she was home, she was arguing with her parents about you while you sat and waited as dinner grew cold and colder. 

Efforts were put into trying to convince the team into putting you two on a mission together. Maybe you could fix your problems by kicking ass together. But that was quickly shot down and as much as you wanted to fight it, you knew it was the right decision. The two of you couldn’t work together. It would compromise the mission. You knew how you were when Wanda was injured. How your blood boiled. You’d lose every sense of duty to the mission if you ever saw Wanda get hurt in front of you. 

And as you remember that feeling, of undying devotion, the trembling in your knees grows once more as you reach out for something to hold on to. You have been able to ignore that trembling, just feeling it in your hands as you pressed them beneath your arms. The voice of the priest was nothing more than mumblings as you glanced over at those emerald eyes every few moments. The grin on her face brings back that knot in your stomach all over again, just like the very first time you saw her. 

As you reach out to keep yourself from stumbling, your hand rests on the perfectly shined box in front of you. Made just for an occasion like this, it was exactly what Wanda had wanted. Everything about today was planned far in advance because she knew, she always had to be the one prepared for the future. You barely could remember to put beer in the fridge. 

You glance over to the side once again, wondering how the brushstrokes captured all of her so perfectly. 

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You sat at the bar, finishing the glass of caramel colored beer as another sweating glass is placed next to your hand. You raised the glass to the bartender as you started to walk towards the group. A hand grabbed your shoulder roughly and shook you, your beer slightly foaming out of the glass and spilling across your hand. 

Running your hand across the top, you flick the foam at Steve in retaliation, “Go get your own beer, you geyser!”

Steve laughed, “So, what about Wanda? You talk to her?”

You chuckled, picking at the peeling skin on your fingers, “Yeah, yeah, I talked to her. She’s good, man. She’s just, uh… She’s gotten really good at buying things to add to my ‘Honey Do List’,”

He ran his hand down the scruff on his face, “You’re sounding more and more like Buck over there. Except she traded her name for a band.”

“I heard it’s still Romanoff,”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Only on mission,”

The table erupted into jeers as they chucked peanuts and pretzels at the escaping man but Steve was still staring at you. You chuckled, “I’m surprised she’s still there, honestly. I don’t know how she does it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Life after this. I mean, hero like her, how do you walk away from all this, you know? Work intelligence and tell us where to go.”

Steve scratches at his forehead, “Yeah but she’s still in the team. She works some ops and then makes you brisket for dinner.”

You grinned but shook your head, “Yeah but that’s it. This… this isn’t just a job. This is a, it’s a life. This is ten times the life most people live.”

“Okay. And you remember that she gave that up for you then. Now, go get us some beers, yeah?

You stood, “Listen man, if I ever lose sight of that… you tell me to go get my eyes checked.”

He smiled, “Let’s do that now, how many fingers am I holding up.” You watched as he held up his hand but they were not how you normally held up numbers. He twisted and contorted his hands, putting up three fingers sideways on one hand and another with only half a finger up. 

“What… what the hell is this? Jenga? Don’t worry, I know what she’s done,” you downed the rest of your beer and gently placed it down on the table, “We’re two people but one beating heart. I’m lucky enough to have that, so I’m gonna give it all of me.”

“Good,” he nodded, “Don’t ever forget that. Just give it all you got and fill up that pitcher, will you?” He flicked you with his empty, glass, droplet of beer dropping onto you, “you’ve been baptized, go get more of that holy liquid. Chop, ch-,”

As his hand smacked against your shoulder, the side of the bar slammed in towards you. The pitcher was ripped from your hand as debris blew up all around you. Through the ringing of your ears, you heard Steve talk to you. He asked if you were okay and as you blinked through the dirt in your eyes, you gathered your surroundings through the smoky haze around you, only seeing with the help of the neon lights. 

You climbed slowly up to your feet, wiping away glass in your arms as you started to help the team triage the people who were inside the bar. Bucky came running through the half caved in entrance and met you there, 

“You good man? It’s chaos out there,”

You glanced around you, “Yeah, yeah. We got a lot of people we need to help right now,”

Screams came from outside as people tried to escape the area and as you looked at the damage inside, you knew there had to be damage on the street. Jogging outside, carts of the street market are thrown all over the road. Food, souvenirs and debris littered the area. People called out for each other and there were others who were trying to stop anyone to help them. You stopped for them. 

Grabbing people form the street and carrying them inside for the team to start working on them. You coughed at the smoke that was inside the bar and the dust you inhaled from the blast, but you kept working. You directed people away from the blast zone, telling them to go to the hospital to find anyone missing. 

A younger yell caught your attention as you whipped around and saw a young boy in the middle of the street. Blood poured down his arm, dirt covered him from head to toe. 

“Aysha!”

You jogged over to him, “Hey, Aysha what? What’s Aysha?”

The little boy held up a burnt pink teddy bear and you eyes widened, “My sister, Aysha!”

“Aysha!” You yelled out and held out your hand for the child to stay there, “Hold on, Aysha!”

You started to head down the street, peering into parked trucks and underneath them. Trying to listen out for anything above the wailing sirens and screams. A few paces down the street and you hear the soft sob of a child. You jogged back to a truck and saw a small child had curled up on the floor of truck. As you opened the door, you kneel down and meet their terrified gaze,

“Aysha?”

They nodded and you quickly grabbed them, running them back to their older brother, “My friend Clint is gonna take you two inside, okay? He’s gonna keep you safe.” Clint had exited the bar quickly and takes the child from your arms, guiding the older one inside for refuge. 

“You good, Y/N?” He asked quickly as you wiped blood from your ears, 

“I’m good, go help Steve. I’m going back out.” 

You glanced down the street, watching people take the last of the limping and injured out and away. You walked behind the last of them, ensuring they made it out of the perimeter and clearing the way for the ambulances that were no doubt on the way. As you threw a destroyed cart out of the way, you froze as you heard a phone begin to ring. 

Beside a parked car, you saw a lone backpack hidden behind the back tires. You barely have time to remember the lecture you had taken about bombers. Always check for secondary devices. 

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You clear your throat as your thumb strokes along the lid of the box. 

There was one thing Wanda didn’t decide. She left it up to you and you wish she hadn’t. It was something you didn’t want to think about. It made all of this real and you couldn’t escape from it. 

Open casket or closed. 

“I hate all of this…” you whisper, your finger following each grain of the wood, “You knew I would. You took care of everything. You took care of me and I…it went to hell. We had one too many long nights away. The dish broke and I can’t remember whose fault it was. Not that it matters anyway.”

Trying to breath through your clogged nose, you take another glance at that portrait that captures her so perfectly in time. The way her hair fell to frame her face, you even notice the small lines of the scrunch of her nose.

Something you saw nearly every night, after a shared kiss. If you tried hard enough, you could convince yourself that you could still smell her, feel the cold touch of her hand on yours. 

“You left me standing in that driveway dust and cranked your car and drove away. Just some time, Piet told me when you dropped your bags off there. Maybe I should’ve gone there. Maybe I should’ve brought you back home. But I signed up for that damn mission.” your lips tremble, “I nearly died. You picked up that mission. You did die.”

Chuckling, you press your hand against your mouth as it nearly turns into a sob, “Guess you did still love me. Revenge, right? That’s what it was? I was still in surgery when you left. Maybe I could’ve convinced you to stay. You shouldn’t have been there. I can take a bullet, you can’t. And I’ll ask why for the rest of my life. And I’ll never come to understand it, even if this god came in front of me and told me why.”

Hot tears run down your face as you grip the small box through your jacket, “I can’t recall if we said goodbye. But,” you take out the small box and carefully pry open the leather, watching how the ruby reflects the candlelight around it.

Gently, you rest it on top of the lid, “I’ll try to remember the beer. And I’ll say goodbye, now that you’re gone.”

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A New Judgment Chapter 11: A Passing and Some Legos (Poly Judgment Day)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10.

Nessa opens the hotel room door, her hand on the handle of her bag, and steps out into the hallway where the men are already waiting for her and Rhea. "Finally, love, lets goooo!" Finn gestures to the elevator while Damien reaches out to grab her bag. Nessa rolls it behind her.

"This is one of those times I need to carry my own bag please at least to the car. You can carry it into the venue." She offers, just wanting to feel a little more independent than she has in the past few days. Damien surrenders and grabs her available hand while Dominik grabs Rhea's bag. Rhea kisses Nessa's cheek as she walks ahead and grabs Finn's free hand as they load into the elevator. "So what's the plan for in between?" Nessa asks, squeezing Damien's hand.

"Would you like us to come to San Diego with you? I know you need to get your place taken care of." Rhea leans forward, wrapping her arms around Nessa's waist.

"Uh if you want? I don't have a lot of space at my place. It was my Covid crash pad, you know? Most of the time I stayed at Dominik's until he came home." Nessa explains, leaning into the embrace.

"Well, we can stay at Dom's again." Rhea puts it out for them to vote on.

Everyone lets out a noise of agreement.

"What about Barry and Luna, hasn't it been a while since you've seen them? I know you miss them?" Nessa asks, feeling guilty, knowing Rhea misses her dogs and she is a reason why she hasn't been home recently.

Rhea smiles sadly, "Don't blame yourself, I wish there was a way to bring them on the road with us." Rhea bemoans as they approach the car.

"Maybe someday, why don't you all go back to Florida for a few days break and I'll get my stuff in order and next time I go down with you guys. You don't have to revolve around me you know." Nessa offers as she hands her bag to Damien who packs it in the back while she gets in the middle seat, Rhea next to her and Dom on her other side. Damien takes the passenger seat as Finn is driving. Damien picks the playlist and no surprise Metallica starts blasting through the car. Nessa smiles and leans on Rhea's shoulder just content. They pull up to the venue to some fans already waiting outside the gate they just drove through. Nessa stares in wonder at the dedication of the fans, some of them having signs for Rhea.

"Wow, they are dedicated. The show isn't for hours and they are here to watch yall get here?" Nessa lets out a breath of air, impressed at the dedication.

"Yeah you get used to it, I feel bad for them when the weather is shit though," Rhea answers the others nodding in agreement. Dominik gets out of the car and helps Nessa out as Damien does the same for Rhea. Dominik kisses Nessa's hand before jogging over to the trunk and opening it, grabbing his and Rhea's bags. Damien grabs his own and Nessa's. Nessa just smiles and walks over to him, placing her hand on top of his holding her bag, and they make their way in the venue to the fans' cheering.

The group is hanging out in their locker room, Nessa splayed out across Damien and Rhea's laps, her head in Rhea's lap, Rhea running her fingers through Nessa's hair. Their peace is broken by Rhea's cell phone ringing. She answers, her fingers pausing partway through Nessa's hair. The conversations stop when they see Rhea's expression. Nessa sits up and grabs Rhea's free hand seeing the pain on her face. Rhea says goodbye and hangs up the phone, her hands shaking, her breathing going shallow.

"Hey, Dems what's wrong?" Nessa asks, trying to rub soothing circles on the back of Rhea's hand.

"It's my Nonna... They say she isn't doing good and we need to come say goodbye..." Her voice breaks and she starts crying. Everyone converges to help comfort her, Nessa in the middle just holding her as she sobs, smoothing down her hair.

"Oh baby, go ahead and cry, we are here for you whatever you need." Nessa sniffles trying to hold back her own tears for Rhea. "Dom book her a ticket for as soon as possible, Finn go get Paul. Luis, when we have a flight booked will you make sure she gets to the airport ok?" Nessa takes charge of the situation knowing what needs to be done. The three of them nod and get to work doing as Nessa said, Damien staying to help soothe Rhea whose sobs have simmered down to quiet whimpers and sniffles. "This next part will be hard love, one of the hardest things and if you want any of us there we will be there." Nessa offers, squeezing her arms tighter around Rhea, Damien doing the same on the opposite side.

"Yeah, whatever you need Rhea." Damien parrots and kisses her head.

"Thank you..." Rhea sniffles and wipes her nose on her sleeve and continues "I think I need to do this alone, they don't know about this yet." Rhea gestures to them before just burying her face in Nessa's neck while Damien scoots closer and rubs Rhea's back.

"Ticket is booked and it leaves when the show is supposed to start in 2 hours," Dom announces and sits next to Nessa on the couch and pulls Nessa onto his lap and wraps his arms around the both of them. Finn then comes back in with Triple H who kneels in front of where they are on the couch.

"Rhea I am sorry to hear about what is going on, take all the time you need, just keep us updated and let me know personally if you need anything." Hunter pats Rhea's knee and glances up to Nessa.

"She is flying out in a few hours, Damien is driving her to the airport," Nessa explains to him and he nods.

"Are any of you going with her?" He asks, not unkindly. Just wanting to know what plans have to change.

"No, Damien will come right back after she boards the plane, and Dom, Finn and I will stay and do our part for the show," Nessa speaks for the group and nudges her head for Hunter to back up and he does.

"Mami you should head to the airport soon." Nessa softly says to Rhea gently nudging her off her lap and into a standing position. Once on her feet too Nessa throws her arms around Rhea's waist, the rest of them joining, creating one big hug to comfort their hurting partner. Hunter stands awkwardly to the side waiting for the right moment to speak again. It isn't until they usher Rhea out the door with Damien.

"I don't pretend to know your dynamic, but if she or you need anything please let me know. I'll send someone to tell you the time to be at Gorilla. I am happy with the results from the signing and it is something we can explore more once Rhea gets back. Please keep me updated about her situation?" He informs and asks them before leaving the remaining three, closing the door behind him.

Nessa sighs and jumps up and down shaking her hands before pacing about the room. Dominik watches closely as she does that, clearly trying to calm down. Finn watches closely as well, wondering why Dominik isn't trying to calm Nessa down who is clearly wound up. He realizes as she stops jumping and just shakes her hands out one last time before going to Dominik's bag and taking out a bag of chips and taking a deep breath before opening them.

"Ok Nes I know enough about you to know you are stressed. There is not much we can do but be available for her if she needs us." Finn tries to gently grab the chips out of Nessa's hands only for her to snatch her hand back, placing her empty hand on his chest.

"Don't touch her snacks if you wish to keep living..." Dominik warns Finn as Nessa glares at Finn for trying to take her snacks from her.

"I see that!" Finn smiles, holding his hands up and backing up slowly. "I'm sorry Nes just don't want you to get sick from worrying and eating junk," He apologizes trying to reason with her. Nessa plops down on the couch and continues to eat the bag of chips.

"I'll be fine Finny, just need to focus tonight and hopefully Demi will call us when she lands so we know she is safe because we know she is not ok." Nessa hopes out loud continuing to eat the chips. Finn and Dominik sit down next to her, one on each side, Finn constantly glancing at her, the mood in the room somber.

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Nessa, Finn, and Dominik are at Gorilla now that the show has started, Hunter having timed it so they don't have to interact with Rey backstage beforehand. Rey enters the ring and grabs a mic to start talking. Nessa groans and rolls her eyes as Rey starts talking about Dom and her. "But instead I ended up beating my own son in front of someone we thought was going to become my daughter and mother of my grandchildren. I wanted it to be different, Dom, I really did"

Dom clenches his jaw and grabs Nessa's hand pulling her out to the ramp with him, a microphone in his other hand, his entrance music blasting overhead. At the top of the ramp he raises the mic to his mouth, the crowd booing, "Keep your name out of my... Out of your mouth." He fumbles and Nessa squeezes his hand in encouragement so he continues, Nessa glaring down at the ring where Rey is. "I'm sick and tired about hearing about what you want. That's what you do, you make things about yourself!" Dom starts to take a few steps down the ramp, pulling Nessa along, flinging their joined hands about as he talks Nessa just letting it happen.

"You never cared about me, that's why I'm better off with my real family, The Judgement Day, with Nessa back with me, with us. They wouldn't have convinced me to leave Nessa, there is more than enough Mami to love. I shouldn't have listened to you and Mom, we could have been complete these last few months. I have a plan and you will pay!" Dominic gestures towards the ramp with their conjoined hands, Nessa stumbling a bit with the force of the gesture but smirking down at the ramp. Rey raises the mic to respond.

"So you say The Judgement Day is your real family, that I made you break up with Nessa. The Judgement Day are selfish idiots who are just using you Dom. And I didn't make you leave her, I told you to protect her and do better than me. Protect her from the repercussions of this job. You are the one who decided to break up with her. Man up and own it." Dominik tries to let go of Nessa's hand but she grips him tighter knowing he needs to be grounded and takes the mic from him.

"He has manned up, like I said, he has put in the work for forgiveness unlike you who expects it because of your position of authority. I am glad to have forgiven him, we are happy again in our family and you aren't a part of it and that just burns your ass." Nessa hands the mic back to Dominik and stands on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek, the crowd cheering for the act of affection.

"Oh, they are using me? You are the only one using me, you are the selfish one around here because nothing else matters unless Rey Mysterio gets what he wants. Just like with Nessa, you got her fired from her job at the hospital to make her come work here. So you can manipulate her, to try and manipulate me. Who knows where I would be with Nessa if you didn't get involved!" He flings their arms about again and continues, "And as for Bad Bunny, I would have beaten you if he hadn't put his nose in my business and screwed me over to help you. You are using him just like you used me, and you know what, guess what happened, somebody roll the footage!" He finishes at the bottom of the ramp, his hand still securely in Nessa's until the video finishes. She kisses his hand and lets it go but stays next to him, crossing her arms and smirking at Rey. The crowd boos Dom as he tries to speak again and he lowers the mic, Nessa pouts and wraps one arm around his waist making the crowd both cheer and boo the sounds mixing.

"You know, Bad Bunny makes a lot of good songs, but when Damien put him through that table...That was music to my ears man I'll tell you that." The crowd boos and Dom continues, "I hope Bad Bunny learns his lesson and sticks his nose out of The Judgment Day's business." He wraps his arm around Nessa who is still hugged up against him.

Rey raises the mic to his lips to respond, shaking his head, "As a matter of fact Dom, I spoke to Bunny last night, and he said he'll be back." Nessa rolls her eyes and mockingly acts scared and Dom rolls his eyes. Rey disapprovingly shakes his head and continues, "You and the rest of The Judgement Day are going to regret putting your hands on him."

"Oh nooo!" Nessa continues the mock fear stepping out from Dom's arm as he stares down his dad before raising the mic to his lips to retort, "More empty words from a deadbeat dad," He gestures towards the ring and Nessa jumps and giggles, nodding in agreement. "Instead of worrying about Bad Bunny, you should be worrying about what The Judgement Day is going to do to you." Dominik threatens and Nessa shouts out "That's right!" and claps.

She sees Rey sigh in disappointment, "You know what son, cut the crap. You talk a big game about what The Judgement Day is going to do to me, when are you going to man up and take care of things on your own?" Rey snaps back and Nessa quirks an eyebrow before trying to run up the stairs to the ring only to be held back by Dom. Rey continues, eyeing the interaction before him. "You know what son, I know you don't believe me but I didn't want to fight you at WrestleMania. But you definitely seem like a lost cause, and you are dragging Nessa down with you. So why don't you step in the ring, have a WrestleMania rematch right here, aqui, in Seattle!" Rey demands, gesturing to the ring, Dominik still holding Nessa back with one arm.

Nessa spouts off a series of curses in what Dominik notices is yiddish and he can't help but smirk. "Woah, woah, woah, woah." Dom starts and stops to whisper in Nessa's ear. "It's taken care of mamita, tranquillo". He then goes back to addressing his dad in the ring, "I don't want to fight my own father, but I know who will!" He smirks and Nessa laughs as Finn's music starts and she claps while yelling out, "Get wrecked Jefe!"

Finn comes out rubbing his hands, smoke billowing out by his feet, clearly excited to defend his partners. Nessa and Dom clap as Finn makes his way to the ring, stopping before Dom and Nessa, patting Dom's shoulder and tapping Nessa's nose making her face scrunch up before entering the ring. Nessa stays by Dominik for the match, as who dominates the match switches back and forth, yelling out encouragement at Finn and heckling Rey when he gets control.

At one point Finn has Rey at the ropes in front of Dominik and Nessa and says, "This one is for your son Dominik!" As he jumps up, stopping on Rey, Nessa clapping and cheering along with Dominik. Nessa slaps the mat as Rey flips Finn out of the ring before following Dominik to where Finn is laying on the floor, narrowly missing Rey diving out of the ring landing on Finn. Dominik scuttles back and gets to his feet as Rey approaches, Nessa jumping in front of Dominik and squaring her shoulders, glaring at Rey who shakes his head in disappointment heading back into the ring that Finn has already crawled back into.

Nessa uses her body to shield Dominik the best she can as he grabs the chain he had hidden in his pants and wraps it around his hand and tries to sneak up the steps onto the apron, only for Rey to block the punch, instead landing his own knocking Dom off the apron. Nessa immediately goes to help Dom up, Rey throwing Finn out of the ring by them before jumping out of the ring aiming for Finn and Dominik not thinking Nessa was going to get in the way until he was already in the air and landing on them, Nessa's back slamming into the announce table, Dominik laid out on the floor and Finn laying across the top of the announce table.

Rey shakes his head and focuses on Finn instead of checking on Nessa who is writhing in pain grasping her back. He instead slams Finn's head onto the announce table multiple times before throwing him back in the ring. Dominik rolls onto his knees ignoring his pain and checks on Nessa helping her to her feet before jumping back onto the apron and punching Rey, the chain still wrapped around his hand putting more force in it to avenge Nessa.

Finn capitalizes on Rey being dazed and pulls him towards the corner and hits the Coup De Gras and pins him for the win, Nessa leaning on the apron still clutching her back. Dominik hides the chain back in his pants and helps Nessa to the bottom of the ramp where Finn has exited the ring and the three of them make their way back up the ramp, Dominik holding Finn's hand up while Nessa rubs her lower back. Dom and Finn turn their attention to Nessa and get her backstage and to medical. Once past the gorilla Finn and Dominik start truly fussing over Nessa.

"Mi corazon are you ok?" Dom frets, going to pull up her shirt and look at her back.

"Fuck, yeah let's get you to medical love." Finn gently grabs Dominik's wrist to have him release her shirt, glancing around at the wrestlers who are looking at Nessa with sympathy.

"I'm going to fucking kill him!" Dominik almost growls, sounding similar to the angry Damien from a few days before.

"No Dom, that was my fault, I missed my mark and got in the way, we know I wasn't supposed to be that close. As much as it pains me he did the right thing continuing the match. We have a story to sell." Nessa tries to stop Dom as they enter medical, Dominik and Finn following right behind her wanting to make sure she is ok. "I think it is just bruised and scraped up Doc, I still have full range of motion, it is just tender and no shortness of breath" She immediately greets the doctor who rolls his eyes and gestures to the table in the room.

"You nurses are the worst patients, sit let me be the judge of that." He orders and Nessa grumbles as Dominik and Finn help her onto the table.

"Dom we've worked on your skills before you... and you have improved so much but babe we still have work to do," Nessa winces as the doctor pokes and prods her back. Dom averts his eyes embarrassed.

"Dom, don't be like that, it wasn't bad and you kept going. That is so good." Nessa praises and grunts swatting the doctor's hand who pressed too hard on her back. Finn crosses his arms and glares menacingly at the Doctor who rolls his eyes.

"Nessa you are a natural on the mic." Finn praises watching the doctor like a hawk.

"It's the acting classes from high school." Nessa shrugs off the compliment and bites her cheek to try to control herself as the doctor continues to prod her back before announcing.

"Just a severe bruise I believe. If you feel like you are starting to lock up go get an x-ray."

"Finally, like I said. Thank you Doc, I'll see you at Smackdown," Nessa gingerly gets off the table, Finn and Dom leading her out of the room, Dom's hand on her lower back. ___________________________________________________________________________

The three of them head back to their locker room Damien waiting, pacing back and forth. Nessa immediately walks over to him and grabs him in a hug which he returns glad for the tactile comfort himself, being careful not to hold her too tight after seeing what happened during the match. "How is she?" Nessa asks into his chest.

"Rough, she is going to need us when she gets back. She will meet us at Raw next week and would like to go to her home for the small break and I agreed. I know it's not how we normally decide but it is something she needs." Damien announces and the rest of them quickly agree, even Nessa.

"Can I come too? I want to try and help her as much as possible." Nessa asks meekly before going to the couch and sitting on Damien's lap, Dominik sitting next to them pulling Nessa's legs onto his lap.

"Of course you can come, Mariposa, she is going to need all of us. You are a calming presence just being you and she is going to need that more than anything. Now what happened out there, are you ok?" Damien nuzzles into her neck while Finn goes around and makes sure everyone's bags are ready to go when the show is over.

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Nessa tosses and turns in her bed, whimpering when the bruises on her back get irritated, not liking not having Rhea in the room. Nessa tries to cuddle into the sweater she stole from Dominik, bringing her sweater paws to her neck trying to find some comfort but can't because of the worry. She flings her arms out flopping them on the mattress before rolling to the edge and getting up, grabbing her keycard and phone and a pillow, hugging the pillow to her chest as she exits the room and gently knocks on the door, her eyes wide and biting her lower lip. The door opens to reveal Finn in only his boxers. Nessa rubs the back of her neck with one hand and continues hugging the pillow with the other.

"I can't sleep, I keep thinking about Demi and worrying about her and wanted to know if I could come and cuddle with Dom Dom." Nessa asks, her voice soft almost a whisper, squeezing the pillow closer.

"Well, Dom and Luis are asleep together. My bed is available Luv if you don't want to wake them," Finn offers and Nessa shakes her head.

"I don't want to kick you out of your bed Finn, I'll just go back to my room and try to sleep. I'm sorry for waking you..." Nessa's lip trembles as she turns to return to her room only for Finn to gently grab her arm.

"Nessa, Luv, it's ok, I'll sleep on the couch." FInn offers to try to make her feel better only for Nessa to shake her head again.

"No Finn, it's your bed you need to sleep comfortably, you had a match tonight." Nessa tries to leave again but Finn still has a hold of her arm, sliding his grip down to her hand.

"Then we can share Nes. It's ok, you need comfort, honestly so do we. You also had an injury tonight. Just share the bed." Finn rubs his eyes with his free hand and Nessa stands there and bites her lip before responding.

"I don't want to invade your personal space, I'll just go back to my room. I'm sorry for waking you." Nessa apologizes.

"Nes you didn't wake me, I was having issues sleeping too. Just come in and share the bed, please." He asks, keeping his voice low so as to not wake the others in the room.

"Yeah, ...ok" Nessa gives in and enters the room, Finn keeping hold of her hand and leading her to the bed he recently vacated. He lets go of her hand as she gets into the bed and he gets in on the other side.

"Do you need me to hold you Nes?" Finn offers.

"Are you ok with that?" Nessa asks, needing cuddles but not wanting to make FInn uncomfortable.

"That's not what I asked, I wouldn't ask if I wasn't ok with it Luv. Now let me ask again, do you need me to hold you?" He asks and Nessa nods and rolls over to face him wincing as her back rubs against the bed. Finn reaches out and pulls her close to his chest and she mumbles thanks and lets out a shaky breath, Finn gently stroking her shoulder until they both fall asleep.

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Nessa wakes up the next morning, Finn's arm still draped around her waist. She opens her eyes to see Doominik looking at her sadly from the other bed. "Are you ok?" He mouths not wanting to wake up Damien and Nessa nods her head.

"I couldn't sleep and we didn't want to wake you." Nessa whispers and Finn tightens his arm around her waist pulling her so her back is flush with his chest. Dominik tries and fails to hide the sound that came out of him at Nessa's shocked face which wakes Damien up.

Damien sits up and glances around the room to see Nessa in bed with Finn. He cocks his head to the side and stares at her curiously. "Why didn't you wake us Mariposa?" Damien asks as he stretches and Dom gets into a sitting position.

"You looked so peaceful and I felt bad because it's the second time this week I've done something like that." She answers softly hoping Finn is still asleep so she doesn't have to face the embarrassment yet.

"We don't care if it is every night love if you need something you come to us." Finn grumbles into her hair, Damien and Dominik make noises of agreement and Nessa hides her face in her pillow whining.

"What time is it anyway?" Damien groans as he gets out of the bed, Dominik glances at the alarm clock on the table between the beds,

"8 a.m." Dom answers with relief in his voice, their plane doesn't leave until noon so they have time to get ready and eat before the flight.

Finn releases the grip he has on Nessa allowing her to get out of the bed. "Let's start getting ready so we have more time to eat?" Finn groans out as he stretches.

"Yeah, I'll just go shower and make sure I have everything." Nessa tries to make her way to the door, Dominik blocking her way, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Nes, don't be afraid to wake me, to wake us up if you need us. We want you to come to us if you need anything just like you expect of us." Dom kisses her forehead and pulls her into a hug.

"Ok Dom, go shower you stink and you are getting your stink on me." Nessa wiggles out of his hug scrunching up her nose and sticking out her tongue as she leaves the room. Once back in her room she starts chewing on her nails. Her phone notification chimes and she checks it seeing a text from Dom.

"Stop biting your nails Princesa. I know you are trying to act like you are ok for our sake and you don't have to. Get ready then come right back over. I don't want you to be alone." Nessa chews on her lower lip, touched at his concern and a little annoyed at him hovering.

Nessa takes a deep breath and finds the contact in her phone and sends a message. "Hey Dems, I hope you got there ok. I'll be in Florida with the boys when you get back. I know you are not ok but I am here for whatever you need liebling." Nessa tosses her phone on the bed as she gets her change of clothes and showers. Once she is done and changed she grabs her phone and checks it seeing a missed call from Rhea and a message in response to what she sent.

"My Bunny, thank you for your concern. I am glad you are coming to Florida for me. Call me when you get a moment. I'd like to hear your voice." Nessa blushes reading that and presses Dial, pacing around the room as it rings making sure Rhea didn't leave anything and that she isn't going to leave anything either. Nessa sighs in relief when Rhea answers. "Hey Bunny" comes Rheas voice, tinged with sadness

"Hi Dems." Nessa responds unsure what to say.

"Thank you, Nes. I don't know how to do this..." Rhea sniffles and Nessas heart breaks for her.

"Just take it one breath at a time. When do you go see her?" Nessa asks, placing her bags by the door and taking a seat on her bed.

"I will see her tomorrow and I don't know if I can handle it." Rhea takes a shaky breath and whimpers.

"You can because you are stronger than you know. You would never forgive yourself if you didn't get to say goodbye. It's not going to be easy. I am here for you, we are here for you whatever you need." Nessa assures Rhea, bringing her thumb to her mouth again and biting off the hangnail she created earlier.

"Thank you Bunny it means so much to me, coming from you. You have been so open and kind and caring and even if you decide to not join our dynamic I would very much like to keep you in my life even as just a friend."

"Of course Dems. Look I'll have an answer soon, I care for you all, deeply and faster than I thought possible. I need to wrap my head around it. You don't have to worry about me not being in your life, you are stuck with me no matter what I choose." Nessa smiles hoping she made Rhea smile.

Nessa is shocked as her phone starts vibrating and she looks at the screen seeing Rhea is trying to facetime instead of voice call. Nessa hits accept and smiles seeing Rhea appear on her screen. "Bunny are you hinting that you made your decision?" Rhea smiles, trying to mask her sadness and fear.

Nessa nods her head, "I don't want it to seem disingenuine so I'm not going to tell you now. Like I said I need to wrap my head around it for a little while longer. But don't worry Dems. You just need to focus on you and your family." Nessa blushes suddenly wishing she wasn't on video chat and Rhea coos at her.

"Ohh sweetness, you are pure sweetness. Thank you Bunny, I'm going to go to bed it's 1 am here..." Rhea starts and Nessa's face drops and guilt fills her. She forgot about timezones. "No No, Hey, I told you to call me, don't do that. Tell the boys I'm ok and will call them when I wake up. Goodnight or Good morning Bunny be safe" Rhea tells Nessa who parrots back be safe, unsure of how else to end the call.

Nessa then grabs her bag and pulls it behind her as she exits the room and knocks on the door across the hall. Finn answers again, clearly being recently out of the shower, his hair still dripping even though he has his clothes on.

"Finn you chaotic man dry your hair or you'll catch your death." Nessa fusses, throwing his recently discarded towel at him as Dominik laughs, his hair slicked back from his shower. Dominik holds his arms out for Nessa and she goes right over to him and sits on his lap, Dom wrapping both arms around her. "I just got off the phone with Rhea, she said she is ok and will call you guys when she wakes back up. She is going to see her grandmother tomorrow. Hopefully she makes it." Nessa says as she lays her head on Dom's shoulder.

"Thank you Luv, did she say anything else." Finn asks, flopping on his bed.

"No just that she is ok with me going to her house in Florida." Nessa admits stretching out her legs and wrapping her arms around Dominik's waist knowing he is also worried about Rhea. Nessa's eyes flick to the bathroom door which just flings open and Damien struts out in only a bath towel. Nessa immediately looks away and buries her face in Dominik's neck. Damien notices and looks at the pair sadly before grabbing his clothes and returning to the bathroom to change knowing she doesn't mean anything by her reaction. ____________________________________________________________________________

The four of them leave the airport in San Diego, Finn with the keys to the rental car and Nessa stops and clears her throat holding out her hand. "What do you need, Luv?" Finn asks as the rest of them stop and turn to look at her.

"The keys Finn, you don't know where I live and I know quicker ways to get there." Nessa adjusts her weight and rests one hand on her hip the other still held out.

"No can do princess, Dom gave me your address. Would you like us to drop you off so you can be alone for a while or would you like us to grab food on the way and eat at your place since you didn't eat breakfast." Finn responds by twirling the keys around his finger.

"We are grabbing some food on the way even if we don't stay. You need to eat something Mamita, at least something small" Damien announces, placing his hand on the small of her back and ushering her towards the car and opens the back door for her and gets in after her leaving his bag for Dominik to load in the trunk. Nessa waits until they are all in the car, and is shocked when Dom gets in on her other side leaving Finn alone up front.

"Uh... you guys can come over for a bit, don't mind the mess and I have to clean out the fridge. But I don't have anywhere for you guys to sleep except the floor." Nessa tells them, leaning against Damien but reaching out her hand for Dominik to grab.

"That's fine Mariposa, you can come to Dominik's to sleep. He has a few spare bedrooms if you want." Damien runs his fingers up and down Nessa's arm.

"I miss my bed" Nessa whines quietly pulling the sleeves of her jacket down to her palms.

"That's fine then Nes, you can sleep in your own bed, it is just an offer if you need it!" Dominik squeezes Nessa's hand and she smiles in relief.

"I might need to though, if last night was anything to go by..." Nessa admits.

Finn chuckles in the front seat. "Whatever you need dear, you can come over at three am again, but this time bring snacks." Finn winks pulling into a restaurant drive thru. "What would you like?" Finn asks.

Nessa shrugs, "I'm not really hungry." She answers and Damien's chest rumbles with trying to hold back growling.

"You need to eat something Mariposa, you didn't eat at breakfast." Damien tightens his arm around her, Dominik hums in agreement.

"I don't care, just something small please." Nessa gives in just letting Finn decide. He glances at her in the mirror sadly before placing the order and moving to the window to pay and get it. Once he has the bag of food he passes it back and hands it to Nessa who sits up straight.

"It's just a chicken sandwich, protein and good for you to eat at least half for us once we get to your place. We will help you clean up and Dom will give you the number to the cleaning company he uses." Finn tells her.

After a moment, Damien adds, "We will help you clean as well." Nessa starts to shake her head but Dom speaking stops her,

"Don't try to stop us, also I'm adding you to my contract so you can save money if you don't renew your contract please. I know you want to pay for your own stuff and you can. But I want you to be secure if you don't join us and leave the company after your contract expires."

Nessa frowns for a moment, thinking over what Dom had said, "Ok, for now, but if things change I get to go back to paying for it, myself." Dominik agrees and Damien squeezes Nessa's thigh.

Finn pulls into the parking lot of Nessas apartment building and Damien gets out of the car helping Nessa out as Dominik grabs her bag. "Do you want to switch out some clothes or do laundry?" He asks rolling it behind him as he leads the group to the front door.oor and up the stairs stopping in front of Nessa's door. He gets out his key and opens the door letting Nessa walk through first, her hand still in Damiens who follows after her. They look around the room analyzing what they see, Dominik just walking to Nessa's room to toss her bag on her bed.

"What mess, Mamita, this is nice and cozy and clean, almost too clean." He glances down at her as she releases their hands and heads over to the kitchen and starts pulling out stuff to clean.

"I clean when I am stressed too, there is always something to clean and it is better than eating my feelings..."

"Are you sure you aren't Latina?" Damien asks under his breath as Dominik returns to his side with a smirk on his face.

"You'll find her culture is similar to ours as well as people who married into her family and the neighbors she grew up with were so it is what she knows. She has the temper to match." Dominik explains wiggling his eyebrows at Damien. Finn plops down on her couch and puts his feet on her coffee table. Until a roll of paper towels is lobbed at his head.

"Bro do you have any sense, don't put your feet on a woman's coffee table" Damien laughs at Finn as Nessa starts to spray and wipe down the counters in her kitchen.

"Sorry Luv, Come sit down and eat first before you get too into cleaning" Finn pats the middle cushion next to him.

"Just put it in the fridge. I'll eat it when I'm done with the kitchen." Nessa absentmindedly keeps wiping down counters. Dom walks over to her and wraps his arms around her, picking her up and walking her over to the couch and drops her on it and hands her the sandwich.

"Eat, then we will go grab some more clothes for you and then we are going to my place. I'll call the cleaning company and have them come down here. You need to eat then rest. You are going to worry yourself sick." Dominik sits down next to her grabbing the remote and Damien on the arm of the couch next to him. Finn glances at Nessa and a plan forms in his head of his own way to help her. Together they watch tv while she slowly eats the sandwich giving weak glares to the men around her.

"Oye Mamita stop glaring it is for your own good..." Damien rolls his eyes and Finn throws his feet over Nessa's lap.

"Yeah Luv, it's for your own good. It's extremes for you, either you stress eat or don't eat at all. We are just trying to look out for you a mhuirnín " Finn explains and Nessa looks at him inquisitively. "Means sarling." Finn explains.

Damien sits up straight excitedly, "Oh yeah what does what you called me the other day mean Mariposa?" He asks, leaning over Dominik, his chest almost on Dominiks face.

"It means impish or mischievous person." Nessa sets down the last quarter of the sandwich feeling full and Finn nods approvingly at her almost finishing the food and the nickname for Damien.

"I think that fits Fergalicious more than me..." Damien leans back away and crosses his arms pouting. Nessa snorts at the nickname and can't help but laugh out loud, fully.

"Fergalicious...What..." She gets out between bouts of laughter, the men smiling at her boosted mood.

"Yeah it's a play on my actual name which I am not so fond of but it brings them joy so I allow it." Finn shrugs and Nessa leans up against him.

"I love that, I might use it some time" She states but it sounds more like a question.

"That's fine Luv, let's throw this out, You and Dom go pack some more clothes and we can do laundry at his place. Then when we get to Dom's there is something I want to show you." Finn gets up grabbing the discarded sandwich as Nessa and Dominik goes to her bedroom to pack some more like Finn suggested.

A short time later they pull up to Dom's house and the memories hit Nessa, She is filled with a mix of emotions, the strongest being contentment. Seeing the house she helped him pick out has solidified her decision. She just wants to wait until Rhea is back to tell them. They file in the house and Nessa flitters about like she was home, running her fingers along the wall as she follows Dom to one of the spare rooms.

"What is the sleeping arrangement tonight?" Nessa asks as Dom opens the spare room door and goes to put her bags in there.

"This room is normally Rhea's when she wants space and now for you if you want it, but you can sleep with us in my room if you need." Dominik offers and Nessa nods along, not answering the unspoken question.

"Luv, come to the other spare room so I can show you something," Finn stands in front of the other spare room and opens the door, standing aside to let Nessa walk through first. He follows her in closing the door behind them leaving out Dominik and Damien.

"Is everything alright Finn? Have I done something?" Nessa asks and begins wringing her hands. Finn steps forward and grabs them trying to stop her wreaking havoc on them.

"Yes everything is alright, no you haven't. This is the storage room/crafty room" Finn gestures around and Nessa follows where he is pointing, seeing boxes with their names on it and a table with a half built lego that looks like a batmobile. "I'd like your help with it for a while if you would." Finn grabs her hand and walks with her over to the table and Nessa looks between him and the table in shock.

"Are you sure? I...I don't want to mess it up. I know how much you love doing these." Nessa asks, unsure and nervous.

"Lets not do that again Luv I wouldn't offer it if I wasn't ok or didn't mean it so come on let's do this for a little while and talk." Finn starts to put some pieces together and pauses waiting for Nessa to do the same. Nessa smiles nervously and does the same. Nessa doesn't know how long they are there and talking about their favorite animes and movies and characters until Damien gently opens the door announcing that he ordered dinner and it is already there and that Rhea is on the phone.

#judgment day x reader #rhea ripley fanfiction #damian priest fanfic #dominik mysterio fanfiction #finn balor fanfiction #poly judgement day

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Chenford + Lucy gets hurt during the secret dating era and Tim cant contain how worried he is

Chenford + Lucy gets hurt during the secret dating era and Tim cant contain how worried he is

I’m not sure what everyone else considers the secret dating era but personally I consider it up until the Valentine’s Day episode where their friends clearly knew. So this one is before that.

That nothing safe is worth the drive and I will Follow you, follow you home

It’s not like people don’t know that Tim cares about Lucy, but they don’t know how deep those feelings actually go. He knows that’s it’s only a matter of time before people find out they are dating but they have for the most part been doing pretty good. They keep their distance at work no matter how many times Tim wants to go over and walk besides her. They don’t normally ride in together and if they do they go in at separate times. It’s a pain but it’s worth it, Lucy is worth it.

But Tim knows there will be a breaking point and he guesses today is the day. The call comes in on the radio as Tim is driving to a scene with one of the metro guys. And Aaron’s voice comes in loud and clear over the radio. Tim grips the steering wheel, and he tries to ignore the fact that his heart feels like it’s going to jump out of his chest.

“We need an RA to the scene. Officer Chen has been shot.” Aaron voice says. Tim nearly runs into the car in front of him.

“Sir are you alright?” Mad Dog asks him. Tim doesn’t answer right away, he’s not sure he can talk without giving anything away.

“I’m fine.” He bites out. “Just my former Rookie.” My girlfriend. Mad Dog looks at him strangely.

“Didn’t know you cared about your former rookie so much sarge.” He says. And if Tim wasn’t on the verge of a panic attack he would retort back. He continues driving and before he knows it he’s pulling into the hospital parking lot.

He ignores Mad Dog’s look and he gets out of the shop. “Sir.” Says Mad Dog his voice cautious. “We need to get to—”

“You go.” Tim snaps. He just needed to make sure Lucy was okay. He wouldn’t be able to focus if he didn’t at least see her. He would deal with Pine later.

Mad Dog climbs out of the shop and heads towards Tim. His face determined. “I will go with you.”

But Tim shakes his head, “No. You go to the scene. I- need to do this by myself.” He says. “There’s no need for both of us to get in trouble.” Mad Dog hesitates but nods and heads to the drivers side of the shop. Tim waits until he is gone and then he heads towards the emergency room.

He spots Aaron first and his heart nearly jumps out of his chest again when he’s sees his white shirt covered in blood.

“Thorsen.” Tim barks and the younger man jumps at his voice. Tim stands in front of him and looks at him expectantly.

“What’s the status on Chen?” He says his voice shaking a bit. Aaron sighs.

“She’s in surgery. The bullet just missed a main artery. She’s going to be fine.” He says. Tim closes his eyes. Thank god. But his chest still feels tight and he knows that it won’t go away until he sees Lucy with his own eyes.

“Sir what are you doing here?” Aaron asks him. Tim looks up at him words whirling around in his head.

“I heard it over the radio.” He says. “Lucy is important to me.” Aaron looks like he wants to say something. But he clamps his mouth shut. Smart man.

His phone buzzes and he answers already knowing who it is. “Bradford.” Pine barks. “Why aren’t you on scene?”

Tim takes a deep breath, ready to reveal his relationship with Lucy to Pine.

“I just need to be here.” He says. “Officer Chen was shot.”

Pine makes a noise over the phone. “Understood. You get one pass Bradford next time I won’t be so nice.” She says sternly.

Tim sucks in a breath and he wonders if Mad Dog told Pine about how panicked he was in the shop. “Yes ma’am understood.” He says. Pine hangs up without saying goodbye and Tim turns back to Aaron.

“I guess we just wait.” He says. Aaron nods and Tim sits down in a chair. He puts his face in his hands and sucks in another breath. He just got Lucy after so many months of denial and pushing down feelings. After the UC op, and Ashley breaking up with him. He finally was brave enough to admit he wanted her. And she wanted him back. He couldn’t lose her. He’s not sure he would survive if he did.

Someone sits down next to him and he feels a hand on his back. He looks up to see Angela looking at him sympathetically.

“Tim.” She says quietly. He just shakes his head at her. He suspects Angela knows but her being well her.. she wasn’t going to admit until they came clean.

“It’s Lucy.” He whispers. Angela hums and runs a hand up his back and then down again. “How can I not worry?”

Angela hums again. “I know Tim.” She says quietly. “Believe me.” Tim doesn’t say anything else he just puts his head between his legs blinking back the tears.

It feels like an eternity before the surgeon came out. “Family of Lucy Chen.” He calls out. Tim jumps up without thinking.

“I’m her medical proxy.” He says. “Timothy Bradford.” The surgeon looks at him curiously, and the nods his head.

“Okay.” He says slowly. “The surgery was successful. We managed to get the bullet out and stop the bleeding. She is still asleep, but you can go in.” Tim is bouncing nervously on his toes.

“Can I-” He glances back at Aaron and Angela who are both standing behind him. “Can I see her please?”

The surgeon nods and leads him away to her room. He peeks in his heart pounding. She looks so small in the end and she’s covered in wires. Her eyes are closed and her hair is swept to the side. He pulls up a chair and grabs her hand rubs her hand.

“Lucy.” He says his voice shaking. “I was so worried. I did a very Un Bradford thing and rushed here. And you will either tease me or be mad at me but I don’t care. I just needed to see you.” Lucy doesn’t wake but Tim keeps talking. He talks until his throat his dry and he lays his head down next to her. He closes his eyes falling to sleep to the sound of her steady breathing.

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Tim wakes up to fingers combing through his hair. He looks up to see Lucy staring at him her eyes tired.

“Hi.” He says his voice rough with sleep. He scoots closer to her, still holding her hand. “How long have you been up?”

“Just woke up.” She mutters. “And it was a pleasant surprise to wake up to my boyfriend beside me.” Tim smiles at boyfriend.

“Why aren’t you at work?” She asks. He scoffs and rubs his thumb across her palm.

“You know better than anyone I wouldn’t be able to concentrate knowing that you were hurt.” He says. Lucy hums and reaches up to cup his face.

“I know.” She says her eyes searching his face. “I’m glad you are here.” He stands up and bends over to kiss her softly. She reaches up to hold him in place despite still being attached to the IV and other machines.

“I was worried.” He says. She makes a soft noise and pulls him down to kiss her. It’s soft and slow and it’s much like their real first kiss.

“I hate that you were worried.” She mutters.

He kisses her again. He can’t seem to get enough of her now that he knows she’s okay. “I will always be worried about you Lucy.”

“Mmhmm.” Says Lucy. He puts his forehead against hers and breathes her in. They stay like that for a minute before there’s a cough from behind them. Tim jumps back and looks behind him to see Angela standing at the doorway with a smug look on her face.

“Aaron owns me fifty dollars.” She says. Tim rolls his eyes at her. And then leans down to kiss Lucy again feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

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[soulofapatrick]

Backseat of his Brother’s Car - Tommy Miller x Reader

Summary: Tommy picks you up from work, both of you having missed each other recently with your work schedules meaning there's a lot of pent up frustration 

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Smut; riding; p in v; fingering; a little bit of overstimulation; fluff; established relationship

Notes: I had this idea for a while but didn’t have the motivation to finish it until @thesapphirequeen send me an ask with a similar prompt

Y/N’s POV

The cafe is always quiet after seven pm as the workers are mostly home by now but there’s always a few stragglers who have had to work late or the students who have been in all day, not realising the time until the evening sun turns the room a mixture of oranges and red. It’s my favourite time of day, the sunsetting means I can finally hang my apron up, leaving Frances to close up. Before I go I make sure to brew three coffees and a frappe knowing I’ll get those sad puppy dog eyes from Joel and Sarah if I don’t come back with their usual coffees. Upon moving to Austin I never expected I’d find a family let alone a boyfriend but three years later here I am. The tray of coffees in my hand and my soft goodbyes called to Frances breaking the comforting quiet of the cafe then the cold evening breeze wrapping her hands around me. 

There he is, sitting in the front seat of Joel’s truck, cigarette hanging from those kissable lips, curving up into a loving smile when he sees me. The click of the car doors unlocking has me rushing over, wanting to get into the warmth and head home to have dinner with my three favourite people. 

“Hey there baby girl.” Tommy coos as I pull the passenger door shut behind me, securing the coffees in the cup holders before leaning over the console to steal a kiss from him, his lips tasting of strawberries and cigarettes. It’s so addictive, everything about Tommy is addictive and I just want to climb over and settle on his lap but we can’t. We’re outside my work and Tommy’s brother and niece are waiting for us to have our dinner, Joel probably trying to cook it which will end up with Sarah taking over. I don’t know how the brothers survived before I arrived in Austin as neither of them can cook anything without almost setting the kitchen on fire. It’s amusing and I guess adds character to them both, watching the way they panic and flail around trying to act smooth which I don’t think is a word either brother have heard of when it comes to cooking. 

A hand lays on my thigh, higher than it should be and Tommy’s bottom lip is between his teeth as he joins the road from the carpark. His sun kissed skin glowing in the evening light, illuminating his freckles and I want to run my tongue over every single one. His hand is inching further up, slipping under my skirt until his pinky finger ghosts over my now aching core, my legs spreading further apart instinctively. I could never say no to Tommy, the way he treats me like I’m the only person in the world, taking his time to explore and work out every dip and bump in my skin over the last year. 

We’re not that far away from home and Joel and Sarah will be waiting in the living room so we wouldn’t be able to sneak upstair anyway so he’s just teasing me. Teasing himself too from the way his jeans look exceptionally tight and well… two people can play this game, “Tommy,” I warn and he glances at me, cognac eyes so dark they’re almost black and his lips part with a soft moan when I place my hand over his ever-growing bulge, “Is this why you wanted to pick me up today, hmmm?” I breathe against the taught skin of his neck before biting down, not enough to break the skin but enough that the car jerks a little. 

“Fuck baby girl,” He grips my thigh tighter, “We haven’t had much time alone together with me working late and you working early.” 

“I know,” I sooth the bite mark, before moving back to my seat, leaving him wanting more. A scowl appears on his face as his hand tightens on the steering wheel, his hand on my thigh moving to cup my soaked panties. Two thick fingers plunge inside without a warning, my hands flailing to find something to ground myself to, one wrapping around his wrist that is pumping those two fingers in and out of me and the other digging my nails into the fabric of the seat below me, “T-tommy… we can’t. O-oh fuck.” My head drops when he curls those fingers and my backs arching, tightening around him as he smirks, attention on the road as we pull onto our road. The heel of his palm presses against my clit and I’m jolting in my seat, a pitiful whine leaving my lips as he reverses into the driveway. 

“Backseat. Now.” Tommy’s growling out, turning the engine off and I just stare at him wide eyed until he’s pulling his fingers out of me, leaving me empty and wanting. He doesn’t have to say it twice, I’m scrambling into the backseat, minding the coffee and waiting for Tommy to join me. As soon as he’s settled in the back with me I’m being yanked onto his lap, his fingers resuming their brutal pace, rubbing against that sweet spot that has me whimpering. His other hand tangles in my hair, voice low when he says, “Eyes on me baby girl, I want to see you when you cum for me.” 

It takes everything in me to force my eyes open, meeting the endless pools of deep cognac staring back as his thumb rubs rough circles over my almost overstimulated clit. A gasp tearing from my lips as the waves of pleasure crash through me, my walls clamping around his fingers and he’s whispering sweet praises as I ride out my high until I’m slumping forwards, my head on his shoulder. The hand gripping my hair now moving to card through it as he murmurs against my neck, “One more baby girl, I need one more from you.” 

I just nod, hands moving between us to fumble with his belt and popping the buttons on his jeans. We both feel the urgency, this needing to be quick as there’s no way the pair inside the house didn’t hear the car pull in. It means Tommy barely gives me time to adjust to his girthy length before he’s gripping my hips and raising me up to slide me back down, finding a brutal pace that has me gasping as the tip grazes my cervix with every thrust. It’s quick, it’s hot and it’s heavy. Kisses are harsh and biting, the windows of the car fogging up as my hands tangle in his hand and I’m pulling as that coil in my stomach begins building again, causing my walls to close around him. 

He panting my name, teeth marking any bare skin he can get his lips on as his dick begins twitching with every downwards drag. Neither of us are going to last much longer, especially when his thumb moves back to my sore clit and he’s pressing on it, not even rubbing but it’s too much. My nails digging half moons into his shoulder while my other hand in his hair tightens almost painfully but he seems to get turned on by it with the way his hips stutter and he’s pulling me down once more. The guttural moan that leaves his lips in the form of my name is making me almost cry with pleasure, the feeling of him filling me up making my legs shake with effort. 

We stay like that for a little longer, his face buried in the crook of my neck, my forehead against the back of the seats and both of us trying to catch our breaths, just revelling in the feeling of my overstimulated walls still fluttering around him. Tommy is very much into the after sex bliss, wanting to stay inside for as long as he can, sometime we’ll fall asleep like that but right now we can’t. His hands tightening on my hips when I try to move has me whining as we’ve been out here for a suspiciously long time and his dick is twitching against my g-spot, sending waves of too much pleasure up my spine. I finally pry my eyes open, legs still shaking and am met by the front door opening, Tommy still grinding my hips against his a little in overstimulation. Joel appears, eyes narrowing with suspicion when he catches the fogged up windows and I’m panicking. 

“Joel! Joel! Joel!” I’m tapping Tommy’s shoulder as Tommy’s older brother walks towards the truck… his truck. Tommy helps me off, quickly tucking himself back into his jeans and doing the zipper up while I flatten my skirt just as the door to the backseat gets open. 

“In my car?!” Joel crosses his arms like a father telling his children off and I just duck my head, straightening a crease in my shirt. Tommy just flashes his older brother an innocent smile, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the car after him. Joel shuts the door and locks his car before following us inside. 

I kiss Tommy’s cheek and tell him I’m going to take a shower. Tommy’s eyes darken hungrily at this but I smack his chest lightly, not wanting to get into even more trouble with Joel, “Go help Joel set the table for dinner.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He grins, grabbing my wrist when I head for the stairs, eyes soft when I look back, “I love you baby girl.” 

“I love you too cowboy.”

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