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thetriumphantpanda · 10 months

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illicit affairs | joel & tommy miller

Summary | Two attempts are always better than one, right? If you're serious about getting pregnant then you can't just hope that Joel can manage to do it by trying once every month. It might be wrong, but seeing him camped out on the couch gives you the perfect excuse to try one more time this month, without distractions.

Warnings | Joel Miller being a fucking stud as always, breeding kink, size kink, dubious moral choices by both reader and Joel, Tommy getting cucked (as usual), dirty talk, unprotected PiV sex,

Word Count | 2.7k

Authors Note | Well..... this certainly isn't how I anticipated this series going, but it makes sense, right? Can't just fuck once a month and expect to make a baby. I am absolutely feral for how much you guys are enjoying this series that wasn't meant to be a series and I hope you continue to do so in the future. And also, don't worry, Tommy is back next time in full force, I promise! If you've not read parts one and two, you can find them linked below on the series masterlist - this probably won't make much sense otherwise.

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When Joel wakes the next morning, crick in his neck and lower back screaming at him for a night scrunched up on his brother’s couch, it’s the smell of bacon and the sizzling sound of something cooking in oil that hits him first. He pushes himself up slowly, running a hand over his face before his eyes search for the wall clock. It’s just after seven, he doesn’t have to pick Sarah up for another few hours.

The next thing that strikes him is your voice. It’s quiet, like you’re trying not to wake him up, but you’re singing, or rather humming along to some song on the radio. He doesn’t know what it is, doesn’t care to find out, he just sits and listens for a while, letting the sweet sound almost lull him back to sleep.

When Joel hears the clatter of plates being moved around, he stands, stretching out his back until it cracks in several places. God, he’s getting old. He slowly and softly makes his way to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you. You’re moving scrambled eggs around in the pan on the hob, two plates on the side that already have slices of bacon on them, and he can see slices of bread sat in the toaster waiting to be made. It’s domestic and he realizes he really shouldn’t like seeing it as much as he does. He shouldn’t be here, this should be his brother, but he doesn’t exactly hate it.

“You didn’t have t’make me breakfast.” He speaks, you don’t jump which makes him think you knew he was there all along.

“You didn’t have to sleep on the couch all night,” You counter, looking at him over your shoulder, “I guess we wore each other out, only right I send you off with a hearty breakfast.”

Joel doesn’t really know what he’s doing when he walks deeper into the kitchen. He’s driven by the fact that all you’re wearing is a large flannel shirt, obviously not one of your own, buttoned up over some underwear. You’re fucking magnetic to him, he knows you shouldn’t be, should be as far out of his reach as possible, but he’s only doing you a favour right? The more he repeats it to himself, the more he might believe it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You speak as his hands play with them hem of the shirt, although your voice is teasing, it doesn’t warn him to stop, almost dares him to go further.

Joel hears you chuckle as his hands palm your ass, “You gonna tell me to stop, pretty girl?”

“You’re trying to get me pregnant, are you not?” You ask, shifting the pan with the eggs off the heat.

“That I am,” Joel is now pressed firmly against your back, hands wandering underneath the shirt to rest on your hips, “But you gotta tell me if you want me to stop, just me and you this mornin’, sweetheart.”

“I’m still good to go,” You murmur, moving your ass into him, feeling his already growing erection in his jeans, “So, give me what I want, stud.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. Never does. He lets his big palm sink beneath the waistband of your underwear, fingers dipping almost immediately through your folds to sink down to where you’re already soaked. He knows some of that has to be him from last night, but as he drags his fingers up, covered in slick to your clit, hearing how you’re already moaning his name, he knows it’s not all him, this is your slick, mixed with him, and it drives him wild. Drives him wild that he’s marked you like this, that you’re just walking around with a piece of him inside of you.

He's almost shocked by how quickly he brings you to the edge with his fingers this morning. Clearly, you’re still sensitive from the four orgasms he gave you the night before, something that still makes his chest puff, his male ego boosted that he went one better than Tommy for you.

“Still all sensitive for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?” He leans down to whisper into your ear as his name falls a mile a minute from your mouth, “Gonna come for me?”

“Fuck – Joel – ohmygod,” He can feel your legs starting to shake, he makes sure the arm he’s got pressed to your lower belly keeps you upright, pressed against him, “Don’t you dare stop.”

“Didn’t plan on it.” He chuckles, letting his tongue lick hot stripes to you ear before he sucks the lobe into his mouth and nibbles.

He feels your legs buckle, but that palm manages to keep you upright as you come for him. The way his name sounds in your high-pitched squeal when you let go for him has his cock throbbing in his jeans. If he was any younger, he could almost guarantee this alone would have him spilling himself into his jeans already.

He lets you catch your breath for a moment as he undoes his jeans, stepping out of them and his underwear, though he leaves his shirt on. He has to be inside you right now or he thinks he might pass out. He drags your own underwear down your legs, kicking them to the side once you’ve stepped out of them, before he’s literally slamming his cock into you with full force.

“Jesus Christ, Joel,” You keen, “Fuck, you’re so big inside me.”

“I know babygirl, I know,” He stills for a moment, letting himself get used to the way your pussy is clenching him, literally pulling him in deeper, “A lot, ain’t it?”

You let out a sigh as Joel pulls himself out before slamming back into you, “I can take it,” You whine, pushing back to meet his thrusts halfway, “Fuck me harder, Joel.”

He brings a hand up to fist your hair, pulling your head back so you’re arching into him, “Careful what you wish for,” He moans, “Beggin’ me to go harder, filthy girl.”

Joel can’t quite believe how good this feels. He thought, when he slid his cock into you from behind that he might feel guilty – bending his brother’s girlfriend over the stove without him knowing anything about it – but the way he’s got his hand tangled in your hair, pulling you back so you arch perfectly for him, his hips snapping into your ass in a way that has his vision blurring, he can’t find it in himself to care. Maybe that makes him a piece of shit, but you asked for this just as much as he wanted to give it to you.

He uses the hand tight in the strands of your hair to pull your face to the side. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek before he can’t stop himself from asking for it any longer, “Kiss me, pretty girl,” He growls, pulling your mouth to within a hair’s breadth of his own, “Give me that last piece of you, I know you want to.”

He can see you hesitate. Can sense the flicker of doubt across your face. He won’t force this, but fucking hell does he want it. Wants to feel those pretty lips on his own, wants to know exactly what your mouth tastes like. He grips your hip with his free hand, fingers digging into the skin, sure enough likely to leave bruises there, as he continues his pounding into you.

All of a sudden, you turn your head fully, your own free hand coming up to tangle in the curls on his head pulling his mouth to yours. The angle makes it messy, more of an open-mouthed mash up of tongues that anything else, but it fucking lights Joel on fire. He pulls away and slips his cock from your tight heat, turning you around so your back is to the stove. He pulls your naked body to his own and attaches his mouth back to yours like his life depended on it.

He can feel his cock slipping between your slick folds as he focuses his attention on his mouth attached to yours. It’s depraved, the way his tongue melds with your own, licking into your mouth like he’s a man starved. Which he technically is, he can’t remember the last time he kissed a woman, let alone one as perfect as you.

When he pulls away from you, hands on your ass to lift you up so he can carry you to the kitchen island and sit you on top, he focuses on the string of saliva that attaches your mouth to his. He pulls away just enough that it breaks, settling on the hair on his chin. He almost busts his nut all over your lower belly when you lean across and lick it from his face, grin plastered on your mouth like you know exactly what you’ve just done to him.

You reach down between the two of you, gripping Joel’s cock in your hand, guiding it back to your spread cunt, “I think you better put this back inside me, huh?” You whisper, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “Think you might be about to come, am I right Joel?”

“Fuckin’ hell,” He curses, head to the ceiling, “Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, pretty girl,” He takes his cock from your grip, sliding it slowly back into your slick pussy, watching as you throw your head back in pleasure as he does, “How many babies you want?” He asks, royally pushing his fucking luck now, “Tell me you want more than one, tell me I get to come inside your pretty pussy forever.”

“You’ll have to ask your brother.” You and your smart fucking mouth, Joel thinks, looking down between the two of you where he’s splitting you open, watching as his thick cock slides effortlessly into your cunt, like you were made for him.

“Didn’t have to ask him this morning,” Joel growls at you, hand resting at the base of your throat, “This was all you, babygirl.”

He doesn’t think before he takes hold of the material of the shirt you’re wearing and yanks it open, buttons flying all over the kitchen surface. Joel lets it gape open, those big hands of his gripping the soft skin of your waist as he starts pounding into you again. He leans down and captures one of your nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, soothing it with the pad of his tongue, before he switches to the other side.

“Such pretty tits, baby,” He groans, moving his lips up to kiss across your neck, “Even prettier when I put this baby inside you.”

His cock is brutal inside you. He can see the start of the discomfort on your face, still sore and stretched from last night. Truth be told, he doesn’t think he can hold on much longer, not when he looks down at the sight of you, spread out, dripping slick onto the countertop, legs spread as far as humanely possible, tits bouncing with every hard punch of his cock inside you.

“Want me to fill you up, babygirl?” He asks, leaning down to capture your lips one last time, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get you alone again, he knows kissing you in front of his brother would probably get him shot, so he’s going to take it all whilst he can.

“Give it to me Joel, fuck,” You moan, hands gripping his shoulders to keep you upright, “Look at me whilst you do it,” You demands, “I wanna see your eyes when you pump me full of cum.”

You’re looking up at him, bottom lip bitten between teeth as he stuffs his cock into you twice, three times. He looks you dead in the eye as he lets your name drop from his lips, hand gripping so hard at your skin it’s painful. He does exactly what you say though, looks straight into your eyes as his cock fills your full of his cum. Dark and dangerous, like predator has caught its pray, spread it out underneath him and fully devoured it.

He lets out the softest of groans as he slips his cock from you, watching as his cum drips from your pussy. It’s depraved, but he takes two of his fingers and pushes as much of it as possible back inside you, curling his fingers up inside you, before he slips them out, covered in his own cum and the slick from your pussy.

He holds them up to your mouth, “You wanna taste, pretty girl?”

Joel swears he sees the devil when you take hold of his hand and drag that perfect little tongue over his fingers. He thinks he might feel his cock begin to harden again when you take them all the way into your mouth and swirl your tongue over them to get them clean, he’s only a man, he can’t help but imagine what that mouth might feel like wrapped around his cock.

He helps you down from the counter, passes you the underwear he discarded early and then slips out of his own plaid shirt, offering it to you for ruining the one you were currently wearing. You could very easily wander up the stairs and get another shirt, but you take it from him, wrap it around yourself and do up the buttons.

“Sit down,” You speak softly to him once he’s got his jeans on properly, “I’ll finish breakfast.”

Joel watches closely as you pour coffee and reheat the eggs slightly, piling a significantly bigger portion onto his plate than your own. You butter the toast and then sit down next to him, eating in silence. He expects it to be awkward, but it’s the complete opposite. It’s comfortable, warm even, just two people enjoying breakfast together before they must go back to their respective lives outside of each other.

When you’ve both finishes, you take the plates and stack the in the sink before Joel realizes he’s still got to pick Sarah up. You smile at him when he stands, going to unbutton his shirt to give it back to him when he puts a warm hand on your arm.

“Keep it,” He says softly, “Looks miles better on you than it does on me.”

Your head dips and then you smile, “Thank you.”

He doesn’t really know what you’re thanking him for – the shirt? Probably not. But he smiles and kisses your cheek all the same before he’s making sure he’s got his keys and then he’s leaving.

All Joel can think about on his drive to pick Sarah up is the massive fucking line he’s just crossed. He can paint it in whatever light he wants to – normal couples fuck all the time, at every possible moment, when they’re trying to have a baby, so why should this be any different? That’s all it was, is what he repeats to himself, all fucking day, thinking of the way you begged him to fill you up again, the way your lips felt against his when you finally gave in and kissed him. But there’s still that fucking niggling feeling that he’s fucked it all up, mixed his own feelings in somewhere along the line. He should have never been with you without the knowing stare of his brother, looking out for any signs of concern.

If only Joel knew that Tommy knew exactly what was happening that morning. If only he knew that you’d padded quietly down the stairs and found him soundly asleep on that couch, first instinct to reach for your phone and sent Tommy that text message.

Joel seemed to stay the night on the couch. I know you’ll be driving, so totally get if not, but mind if we try again this morning? Might have a bit more luck relying on two instead of one this month.

You’d waited just moments for Tommy’s reply, standing at the foot of the stairs, watching Joel’s chest rise and fall in his sleep.

Course not sugar, you can tell me all about it when I get in and get you all to myself.

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lainiespicewrites · 4 months

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The Christmas Cabin 2-Ice skating

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I genuinely intended to get this posted before Christmas buuuuuuttt I ended up with a horrible toothache ache and that was a whole thing. And it's real hard to feel sexy and write smut when your tooth is screaming at you.. and then the holidays.... ugh ...ANYWAY here is part 2 of the Christmas cabin! Happy New Year Y'all!!!

Warnings: Umm So much smut! Cursing, rough sex, daddy kink, oral. the usual suspects

Per usual I was to excited about posting this so I probably/definitely didn't proofread. so Yes I do own those mistakes. I'm sorry. I'm human okay!

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After a perfectly relaxing night I had some of the best sleep in a long time. In the morning I actually woke up before Sy for once and snuck downstairs to make breakfast. I turned on some soft christmas music in the background and sang to myself in the kitchen while I cooked. Aika made her way downstairs at the smell of bacon. I couldn’t help but laugh when Sy stumbled down the stairs a minute behind her.

“Like father, like daughter.” I teased. He smiled and came over kissing my shoulder.

“Smells amazing baby, you didn’t have to cook.” He said.

“You always do it for me, go relax,” I smiled at him. He walked over and let Aika out the back door. Then he sat at the breakfast bar watching me. I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” He smirked.

“Enjoying the show?” I asked. Trying to play coy.

“Only thing that would make it better is if you were naked.” He winked. I blushed and bit my lip trying to focus on flipping the pancakes. When I finished cooking we sat at the little table. Sy pulled me into his lap again. “I like having you close to me.” He mumbled as he nuzzled his nose against my neck, softly tickling me with his beard. I let out a little whimper trying to hold it together.

Things had sort of slowed down a bit in that department and I know it was driving him crazy. I had been teasing him a lot lately too. But he was never one to push for anything. He was always respectful of any boundaries, not that I was ever afraid he’d cross any. But it’d been a week or so since we’d been intimate. He was sick with a cold last week so we hadn’t stayed together much and when we settled into bed last night as much as I could tell he was trying nothing happened. It was torture for me too but I liked that I held all the cards. And it made it so much more fun, when we finally did get there.

“Sy, we’ve got things to do today. Don’t distract me.” I pouted, wiggling a little in his lap. He chuckled, squeezing my hip to hold me still.

“We’re on vacation baby, we ain’t got nothin to do.” I could feel his smirk against my neck as he started to leave a trail of wet kisses from my shoulder to my ear. He really knew what he was doing. And it almost worked.

“But Bear,” I turned in his lap so I was straddling him now. His hands went right back to my waist. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and the other hand was absentmindedly drawing shapes on his bare chest. “We gotta decorate the tree. And you said something about an ice skating rink, that sounds so fun baby, can we go?” He let out a long sigh and shook his head. I could feel the deep laugh in his chest.

“You’re killing me Sugar, you know it?” I smiled, still scratching at his chest hair. “Yeah, I’ll take you skating baby girl.” He kissed me softly.

We finished breakfast and got dressed for the day. I annoyed him some more and put the christmas music on again when I drug the ornaments back out. I started singing again in the living room while I wrapped garland around the tree. I was lost in “o’holy night,” when I felt his arms around me again.

“Hey handsome,” I smiled. He rocked us back and forth for a moment, laying his head on my shoulder.

“You never told me you could sing like that baby, I could listen to you all day.” I blushed.

“It’s nothing, just enjoying the music.” I said.

“You sound like an angel, sugar, I could listen to christmas music all day if it was coming from you,” He kissed my cheek.

“You’re so sweet. I guess I didn’t realize you’d never heard me. ” I turned in his arms, pecking him on the lips softly. “We can work on the tree later. I’m really excited to go skating!” He slid his hands down and smacked my ass and I let out a squeal. Logan chuckled.

“Alright Darlin’, go get in the truck.”

After a short drive into town we parked outside of a local public park. The ice skating rink wasn’t all that busy today which was great, because I was sure to fall a few times. It’s been years since I've been ice skating. Logan immediately grabbed my hand when I hopped out of the truck. He kept me close the whole time we walked around the park. We finally found the place to rent our skates and settled on a bench outside the rink to put them on. “Okay, I’ve gotta warn ya, you remember when we were bowling, and you asked what I can’t do? This.. this is what I can’t do.” I tried really hard not to laugh. Because he looked so serious. Really I tried. But I laughed so hard I snorted. He pouted. “You making fun of me baby?” He asked.

“No, no it’s just,” I took a deep breath trying to calm down. “I didn’t actually expect you to be good at everything Sy. I’m probably not going to be good at this either.” I chuckled. He smiled a little, brushing his thumb across my cheek.

“Such a sweet girl,” he mumbled. “You always find the bright side to everything, don't ya?” I blushed.

“I’m a high school counselor Sy, it’s my job. At least to try.” I brushed my fingers up and down his big arm a few times. “You’re stalling,” I chuckled. “You can’t be that bad Bear.” His eyes lit up from the nickname. I don’t know when I started using it. But he accepted it without hesitation. I think he honestly liked it. During all of this back and forth I’d managed to get my skates on. “You can’t back out on me now, you promised.” He chuckled.

“To be fair, I promised to take you skating, I didn’t promise I would skate. My balance is horrible.”

“Yeah all those big muscles make you top heavy,” I winked. “Come on big guy, we’ll get you one of those plastic penguins to hold on to.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked. Finally putting on the skates.

“You makin fun of me?” he asked.

“Me? Never!” I chuckled.

I tried really hard. I did. Let the record show. That I attempted not to laugh. We walked out to the ice on wobbly feet. I had a pretty rough start myself. I had to hold on to the ledge until muscle memory kicked in. I was still a little shaky. But I was able to slowly skate along the edge of the rink. Sy… well, the funniest thing I’ve ever seen is a big, strong, 6’1, rugged, grizzly bear of a man, afraid to fall.

“I can’t do it,” He shook his head, he had a white knuckled grip on the ledge.

“You sure as hell can’t do it if you don’t let go, Logan,” I bit my lip to keep the smirk off my face.

“I’m gonna fall on my ass if I do.” He grumbled. I skated over to him and gently grabbed his arm. He looked panicked. My poor Bear. He was never gonna live this down.

“Come on baby, you can hold my hand, I got you.” I teased. He rolled his eyes.

“I hate you,” He he mumbled

“You do not,” I giggled as he grabbed my hand, slowly letting go of the wall.

“You know if I fall you’re going down with me.” He stated. I pushed off slowly. As tightly as he was holding my hand you’d think I was giving birth. I pulled Sy along with my trying to coach the coach. But it wasn’t going well.

“It’s a good thing you don’t like hockey.” I snorted when he stumbled again trying to push off from the wall. We almost made it around once. He leaned in close and growled in a low voice.

“You’re pushing your luck today little girl.” I bit my lip and smirked. I loved getting him all riled up like this. The thing is. Our relationship is much more than sexual. But in all honesty we can’t get enough of each other. I love pushing his buttons. I know that it sets something off in him. The night after our first date, he was so dominant and in control. And I loved that. I did everything I could to bring that out in him. Sometimes it meant being a brat. He’d never admit it. But he enjoyed that too.

“Ooh I’m so scared, you can’t even stand up straight without losing your balance cowboy.” I smirked.

He grabbed the wall with one hand and grabbed my waist with the other spinning me around to face him. I almost lost my balance but I held onto the ledge keeping me upright. He licked his lips looking me over.

“If I could, I'd bend you over right here for everyone to see, baby girl. You’ve been teasing me for days. You wanna keep pushing it? we won’t make it home before I fill up that pretty little pussy, do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” I let out a deep breath, keeping my eyes on his. Even off his game, he was still so intimidating and intense.

“I’ll give you a headstart back to the truck.” He smirked. Again, I tried. I couldn’t help myself. I started to skate back to the entrance but I stopped and looked back at him.

“Not like you’d be able to keep up anyway Daddy,” He stopped and stared at me, raising an eyebrow.

“Get your ass in the truck, now.” he growled. I bit my lip and nodded. I switched back to my regular boots and returned the skates. Logan was only a few steps behind me when I started to walk out to the truck. I was almost there when I felt grab my hip and spin me around. He backed me up against the passenger door cupping my jaw and tracing my lips with his thumb. “Give me one good reason not to bend you over the seat and take you right here.” He mused. I pouted and laid my hand on his chest.

“It’s cold Bear,” He chuckled and pressed his body closer to mine, completely pinning me to the truck. He slid his hand down to my neck resting his thumb and fingers on either side squeezing softly.

“You got yourself into this sugar, don’t play innocent now.” He finally leaned in and kissed me roughly, keeping his hand on my neck. I moaned into his mouth, letting him take control. Reaching between us I slid my hand over the growing bulge in his jeans and squeezed teasingly. He moaned, dropping his head to my shoulder.

“What’s stopping you?” I smirked. He was putty in my hands now. He kissed my neck softly letting his hands wander over my curves. He stopped suddenly and chuckled to himself.

“A public indecency charge, get in the truck baby girl, I’ll deal with you at home, this ain’t over,” he said and gave me one last kiss before he opened the door for me and smacked my ass as I turned to hop up into the truck.

The whole drive home he had one hand on the wheel and the other on my inner thigh. It was… well, it was never innocent, but it was less intense at first. He just rested it there letting me know he fully intended to keep me in check. It was so hot. I felt hot all over. With just one little touch. It sent sparks through me. That with one touch, one grip, he asserted his dominance. Maybe it was just because I let him. Or maybe it was because he was such a force to be reckoned with that something so simple demanded respect. Eventually, he started to move

his hand farther up my thigh, massaging it with his fingers and rubbing in slow circles with his thumb.

All I could think about was feeling those fingers inside me. His thumb pressed against my clit. I let out a pathetic whimper when his hand slid back down my thigh, his thumb brushing over my knee.

“Something wrong, sugar?” He looked over, that shit eating grin on his face, and caught my eye before looking back to the road.

“Your teasing,” I pouted. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

“Can dish it out but you can’t take it huh?” He smacked my thigh and smirked “fuckin love that sound.” He groaned and I let out another little whimper. “Bad girls don’t get treats darlin’ , you know that,” I pouted, laying my hand on top of his and rubbing the back of his hand with my thumb

“I’m sorry, Bear,” I said softly. He hummed turning his hand and tangling our fingers together. He brought my hand to his lips kissing my knuckles.

“Sorry ain’t gonna help you now baby doll, your fate is sealed.” I swallowed hard but I could feel my excitement begin to pool between my legs. When we got back to the cabin Logan barley had the truck in park before he jumped out. I just got my door open when he grabbed me by the hips and wrapped my legs around his waist pulling me out of the truck.

“Fuck,” I breathed out, holding onto his shoulders as he carried me inside. He kicked the door closed behind him and walked inside dropping me on the couch. He pushed his knee between my thighs and leaned down, crashing his lips to mine. I barely had time to catch my breath before he started pulling at my clothes. He made quick work undressing me. Tossing my sweater to the side kissing and sucking at my chest while he worked on getting my bra out of his way, and then pulling my leggings and panties off in one swift motion.

“Look at you,” he groaned, pulling away to admire me. I blushed instinctively trying to hide myself still not used to all of his love and attention. He grabbed my wrists pinning them to the arm of the couch with one hand while the other started to snake up my thigh. “Mm don’t hide darlin, Daddy wants to see his girl.” I bit my lip and nodded.

I kept my eyes on him the whole time. He used his knee to spread my legs wider and caressed the crease in my leg with his thumb. He was so close to where I needed him it was making my head spin. I whined softly grinding against nothing and he chuckled. “You’ve been a real fuckin brat today you know that?” He shook his head and tutted disapprovingly. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“I said I was sorry,” I pouted. He smiled softly

“I know you did, baby girl,” he sat up and pulled off his shirt. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. “And you really meant that huh?” He kissed my body. Stopping to pull my nipple between his teeth and teasing the other with his tongue. My back arched, moaning softly. As I nodded.

“I did, Daddy,” I breathed as he settled between my legs. He ghosted his thumb over my clit and smirked. He took his time kissing and biting at my inner thighs making sure to mark his territory. I was squirming beneath him dripping on to the couch. I bit my lip holding back a moan as he finally teased around my clit with his tongue. It took everything in me not to beg. It’s what exactly what he wanted. All at once he sat up on his knees and quickly flipped me on to my stomach pulling me up slightly so I was on my knees and I was on full display for him.

I heard the slap before I felt the sting. His hand came down hard on my ass.

“And I said it was too late for sorry baby.” I heard the smack again this time on the other cheek and squealed in surprise not expecting the second blow. “You think its fun to tease and make fun.” He growled in a low voice. He leaned over me his hot breath against my ear. He pressed his bulge against my aching pussy and I grinded against him trying to get some friction. He reached around and grabbed my neck holding me against his chest. “I’ll show you what Daddy can do sugar. And your gonna take it like a good girl. You understand me?” He pressed further into me and I nodded moaning. He grabbed my jaw turning my face to look at him. “Words baby.”

“Yes, Sir.” He growled deep in his chest and kissed me roughly.

“Thats my girl,” He groaned as he pulled away. I heard the metal clang of his belt and the sound of it dropping to the floor. He pushed his jeans and boxers down his thighs and immediately lined the head of his cock up with my entrance. He ran his head through the wetness there moaning softly to himself. Then without warning he fully shoved himself inside me. I let out a strangled moan struggling to get used to his size. Sy is in no sense of the word a small man. And as many times as we’ve had sex I still have trouble taking all of him. And with no prep before hand. I could feel him stretching me open for him.

He moved his hand around my neck to grip my hair making me arch for him. With the other on the back of the couch to steady himself, he started a relentless pace. Slamming into me and making me feel every inch of him. I was a mess underneath him moaning and crying out his name while he pounded into me. He shifted behind me pulling my hips up and thrusted back into me the new angle hitting my spot repeatedly. “Fuck Sy please,” I begged. I didn’t care anymore all I wanted was for him to make me cum for him. I need the release. I could feel it building quickly. The knot forming in my stomach. Despite his reckless pounding I knew he was still only getting started. Letting out soft little groans every time he sunk into me.

“You wanna cum baby?” He smirked, releasing his grip on my hair and delivering another sharp smack on my ass. I moaned loudly and nodded.

“Please, it feels so good!” I whined. Tears stinging my eyes now trying to wait for his permission.

“Brats don’t get treats Sugar,” He chuckled. He slowed his thrusts and pulled out of me completely. I whined, looking back at him pleadingly. He stood up and picked me up off the couch, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pinned my back to the wall. He teased my entrance with his cock slowy pushing in again. I held onto him as he started to fuck me against the wall. I kissed him roughly moaning into his mouth as he picked up his pace again.

“I’m so sorry Bear,” I moaned starting to feel the fire build in my stomach again. God this is what I loved and hated about him. He was so fucking stubborn and incredibly thorough. He wasn’t gonna give this up. “I-I shouldn’t have teased you.” I stuttered trying to stay coherent. He smirked kissing my neck and grabbing my hips helping me meet his thrusts.

“Mhmm,” He groaned into my neck, “What else baby?” he teased. God I didn’t know if I could last I could already feel my legs shaking. I knew he could to.

“I won’t do it again. I-I promise, I love you baby, just please please let me cum.” I don’t know if I was making sense anymore. I would do anything for him at this point. He reached one hand between us rubbing my clit with his thumb and I screamed out his name letting my head hit the wall.

“That’s my good girl. I love hearing your desprate little moans. Cum for Daddy baby.” He kept his thumb on my clit while I barried my head into his neck moaning his name and letting my walls clamp around him. My whole body spasming while he holds me up. I let out a deep breath and he chuckled kissing me softly when I raised my head from his shoulder. He walked back to the couch and sat with me in his lap straddling him. Still fully hard inside me. He had incredible stamina but I knew he was desprate now too. I felt him twitch inside me begging for release. I braced myself on the back of the couch and started bouncing in his lap it wasn’t long before he was cursing under his breath. And grabbing my hips trying to take control again.

“Such a good girl, you look so good riding me.” he groaned smacking my ass as I countineud to ride his cock. I could feel another orgasm building. The thought of him filling me up making me feral. I moaned chasing my orgasm. I let him guide me on his cock as he started to get close himself. “Gonna fill this pussy up baby. Wanna see you dripping with my cum.” He moaned. Kissing me roughly and thrusting up into me he let out deep growl as he released inside me I continued to ride him as I reached my own high.

I collapsed against him in his lap. Laying my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his big arms around me holding me against his chest. After resting for a few minutes I broke the silence preparing soft kisses on his neck.

“Thank you for taking me ice skating baby,” I giggled. “Even though you hated it.” I felt him let out a deep chuckle from his chest.

“Any time baby girl. You know I’d do anything for ya, even if I suck at it.” He smirked. I snorted.

“You really almost had it bear.” I teased. He raised an eyebrow a mischievous look in his eye.

“You tryna go for another punishment?” He asked. I bit my lip.

“I don’t know if I could handle anymore.” I blushed.

“We’ll see about that,” He smiled and kissed me passionately.

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mapileonxputellas · 1 year

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Only you (Alexia Putellas x Reader Part 2)

Ok so I originally wasn't going to do a part 2 but you persuaded me. Part one can be found here 2.2k words x

Thank you mi hermosa, I don’t know if you’ve read my other messages but I love you. I’ll fix this x

Of course you’d read the continuous messages she’d sent you over the week. You don’t know how she finally realised the issue, whether she was told or worked it our herself but it was clear she knew. Every morning you would wake up to a little message from her and every night she wished you goodnight. The days were varied, some had frequent messages others had only a few but there were always some.

You never replied. That single message after the match the only one you sent that week. You couldn’t talk to her and pretend like the only thing you were thinking about wasn’t Sofia. How much better suited they were. How you would never be enough for Alexia.

You were trying to go to sleep the night of the final, but just like always you hated sleeping alone. Alexia’s presence in your bed had almost been a constant at one point and now you struggled to fall asleep in the cold bed, her arm not strung across your waist and her light breathing not drowning out the silence around you. You tried to occupy your mind but it always went back to her. She’d probably be partying with her team, you knew they were scheduled to fly back immediately after the final and any trophy always called for a celebration.

A bang at the door startled you, thinking it was some kind of prankster you hoped they would knock once and then leave but when it happened again, and again, and again you realised they weren’t about to go away.

You didn’t live in a rough area but it also wasn’t filled with the rich and famous. This wasn’t the first time you would have dealt with young groups trying to prank you, knowing that the only way to get rid of them was to answer the door. Your stern face didn’t exactly match the fluffy pink pyjamas you had worn to bed but that didn’t even enter your mind.

Top actors could only dream of replicating the surprise yet horror on your face as you opened the door ready to scream at whoever was there but instead you were met by the one woman who had been on your mind all night. Stood there alone, tear marks evident down her face as she almost started crying again at the mere sight of you.

“What are you doing here Ale?” You couldn’t help but sigh, no matter how much her actions had inadvertently hurt you in the past you still hated seeing her upset.

“I couldn’t wait any longer to see you.”

“It’s almost 1 Ale, I’m not doing this right now.”

“I’m sorry I completely forgot that you could have been asleep, did I wake you?” You could see the panic in her eyes that she might have caused further trouble.

“You didn’t, I’m finding it hard to get to sleep right now.” It was like your brain and your mouth weren’t connected. Your brain was telling you to shut the door right now but your mouth suddenly blurted out your problems. “You should probably go get some sleep too.”

“Not without knowing what’s going to happen to us. I’m so scared that I’ve already lost you.”

“Ale….”

“Please Y/N, I know I don’t deserve it and I know you probably hate me already but…”

“I don’t hate you.” Even with all the hurt you felt you couldn’t stand seeing her crying and upset like this. “I’m not doing this tonight but maybe you can stay. Just to sleep.”

She accepted that offer, quickly making her way up to your bedroom and to her side of the bed, letting you curl up in her arms with your head resting on her chest. “I won’t give up without a fight Y/N. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

…..

You hated admitting it but that’s the best night sleep you’d had in a long time. For a moment you almost forgot all the issues, falling asleep in her arms and then waking up like you usually would on a Sunday, the smell of bacon wafting through your house.

Quickly freshening yourself up, you made sure you put on your stern face before you made your way downstairs. It would take a lot more than this to fix what had happened and you couldn’t let her get away with it that easily.

It was hard to keep that up though as you walked into the kitchen, finding her at the stove with just your shirt on and quietly humming along to the radio.

“Hola.” You were knocked out of your trance with her greeting and small smile. “Please sit down, it’s almost done.”

Never in your life have you ever had this much awkwardness tension between you both. You busied yourself pouring you both a cup of coffee from the pot and an orange juice as she plated up the food. You ate in silence, each of you occasionally looking up willing yourself to start the conversation and then cowardly putting your head back down.

You almost couldn’t write it, just as you finished with your food, The both of you awkwardly drinking your coffee when your song came on the radio. The very song that merely two weeks ago would have put a smile on your face but now just gave you memories of that night. The very reason you were now in this situation.

“I guess we should talk about it then rather than just sit here all morning.” You started. “Is Sofia about to turn up because she’s about as much a part of this relationship as I am?”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Do I because every time we go out it’s like she turns up? I’m constantly having to fight just to even have an ounce of your attention.”

“Except from that first time I’ve never once invited her out with us. I don’t know how she’s even finding out where we are.”

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that when she is there you act like she’s the only person you want to be with. It’s like you’re still in love with her.”

“I’m not.” The speed of her response at any other time would have indicated the truth in her words but right now it meant very little. “I love you Y/N.”

“That’s so hard to believe when last week you didn’t even want to dance with me, every invitation I gave you was just thrown back in my face. You spent more time talking about Sofia’s promotion than you did celebrating my birthday.”

“I can’t explain to you how sorry I am. Like I literally feel terrible. Sofia and I we didn’t work for a reason, she’s in my past now. I only see her as my friend, then Keira mentioned about it being weird and Lucy said something as well. I didn’t realise how it could seem to them but most importantly to you.”

“It’s like I’ll never be enough Ale, I’ll never be her.” Realising just how upset you were by this and the root cause of the troubles you’d been having, Ale knelt down in front of you, taking your hands in her own.

“You’ll never be Sofia, Y/N. But I don’t want you to be her, I want you to be you because that’s the person I’m in love with.”

“I’ll never be a football geek Ale, I’ll never have this high powered job. I’ll never match what you deserve.”

“I couldn’t care less about your job, I couldn’t care less about how much you love football. I love who you are as a person. I love how passionate you are about what you do. I love how you support me and care for me. I love how you take Nala on a walk when I’m having a bad day. I love how much my family adores you.”

“You family adores Sofia too.” You argued, sometimes them bringing her up hurt more than her showing up.

“You have no idea how much they adore you, whenever I go round they always ask about you, only you. Alba mentioned you coming on our family holiday before I could even suggest it. They like Sofia as my friend but they pushed me to ask you out.”

“Really?”

“Really, I know this isn’t a short fix. I know I’ll have to work my way back into your good books but I’m ready to put in that work.”

“What about Sofia?”

“She’s pushed the line with this and I can see that now. I’ll message her, set some boundaries. You can see the messages if you want.”

“I trust you Ale.” This whole thing was never about trust and you wanted to assure her of that. “But this needs some sort of change.”

“I know and I’ll do that.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the realisation that not only was this going to change but this was going to change because of Ale stepping up for your feelings. “Thank you.” You whispered, reaching for her hand to pull her onto your lap. “I love you Ale.”

“I love you too.”

….

The next Barcelona team night out was for Jana’s 21st birthday. Thankfully for you the international girls had returned from their break, so Keira and Ingrid were there to catch up with.

The major difference though from the last night out was the reassurance Ale gave you through the night. When you were sat down there was constant contact between you both, you danced together and laughed at each other as we danced with our friends and the birthday girl.

You were expecting Sofia to be there and your suspicions were deemed correct when she walked into the club with Patri’s girlfriend.

It didn’t take her long to come over to your table, yourself and Ale joined by Ingrid, Mapi, Rolfo, Keira and Lucy.

“Hey guys.” She said, conveniently standing at the head of the table next to Ale. Resting a hand on her shoulder you could see Ale tense as she squeezed your thigh and shuffled closer to you so the hand dropped. “Hi Ale.”

“Hi Sofia.” You could see Sofia’s face drop as Ale immediately stood up, taking your hand in her own. “Come on let’s dance.”

“Oh I was just about to suggest a dance.” The girl didn’t give up.

“Sorry this is just for Y/N and I. We love this song.” You’d never even heard of this song but you weren’t about to go against her point, letting her drag you into the middle of the dancefloor. “Do you want a dance then?”

“Always with you.”

You managed to avoid her for the rest of the night, thinking you’d got away with just one interaction with her when you spotted a figure coming out to you as you both waited for your taxi.

“Ale wait.” You had to hold in your groan as Sofia shouted over to you. Your pleas for the taxi to come quicker were left unanswered as she reached you, instantly reaching out to touch Ale again. “I haven’t had the chance to speak to you alone tonight. I thought we could catch up.”

“Sofia, you read my message right?”

“But that didn’t say anything about not being friends.” You’d read the message Ale had sent the afternoon after your talk. She made it clear that it wasn’t ok for her to be at your dates or to corner her at events. She couldn’t call Ale late at night to pick her up from the club. Lastly making it clear that she loved you and Ale wouldn’t put up with her disrespecting you in any way.

“I can’t be friends with someone who’s been almost stalking me for the past six months. How have you even been able to do that?”

“I thought you would want to spend time with me after the theatre trip, I ask around for you. I just wanted to spend time with you,”

“Well don’t, I thought I loved you in the past but that’s over now. I’m with Y/N, I love her. You can’t do this anymore Sofia, you’re clinging to a rope which isn’t even there anymore.”

If she hadn’t been manipulating this whole situation up to now you would have felt sorry for her. You could see in her eyes she still loved Ale and maybe now was the first time she’s truly recognised that this love has gone from Ale. “I’ll leave you both alone.”

“Thank you.” This is the first time you’d contributed to the conversation but you had to do this. “I hope you find happiness Sofia.”

“Thank you.”

The taxi arriving gave you the perfect opportunity to slip away from the conversation, leaving her stood on the side of the road as you cuddled together in the back of the vehicle. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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pricelessemotion · 1 year

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old friend | E.M.

summary: [1.5k] eddie walks into a diner looking for the past. he doesn't expect for the past to find him.

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x waitress!reader

warnings: angst, missed connections

a/n: i can’t believe it’s been one whole year of eddie! here’s a little something that’s been swimming around my brain for a while. should i write a part 2?

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Blue Diner sits lonely a few miles off the interstate. It’s the outskirts of Indianapolis, surrounded by industrial compounds and office buildings. The patronage of the place varies. There are the regulars, who wear down the same booths and bar stools so much that they leave a lasting impression. And then there are those who come in for a quick bite to eat, dressed in pajamas, only deciding to eat here because they didn’t plan their road trips out well enough.

Eddie knows that he’s a part of the latter, but he used to be the former. He used to live in diners as a kid. That first summer he came to live with Wayne, the older man took him trucking with him. He hadn’t much in the way of childcare and was hard pressed to find a job on such short notice after his brother-in-law unceremoniously dumped the kid on his doorstep.

Eddie spent the summer of ‘78 in passenger seats and diner booths. He learned to appreciate the taste of burnt coffee, though he always snuck in more sugar when Wayne wasn’t looking. The long drives were spent looking out the window and trying to draw what passed by in the blink of an eye. The fact that they never spent more than a day or two in one place didn’t bother him much. Eddie was used to moving around a lot. He was used to packing up and going without a moment’s notice. He was used to waking up alone, with nothing more than a tattered blanket and the hum of a television. But this summer wasn’t like that. In fact, he saw Wayne in that one summer more than he did his father in his whole life.

The thing that Eddie loved most about diners is that no matter how different they were, they were all the same. They all smelled like coffee beans and bacon. They all had the same pink packets of Sweet’n Low at every table.

When Wayne quit trucking to work at the plant, Eddie was heartbroken. He knew it was for the better, that the man did it so that he could be there for Eddie in a way that no adult had ever been. Still, the reality that he was the reason Wayne was tied down weighed heavily on him. Johnny Cash never sounded as good when he was sitting in the driver’s seat and there wasn’t a gruff voice humming along.

Now, Eddie is walking into the diner, his heavy boots thud thud thudding on linoleum floors. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend that this is the summer of ‘78. That Wayne has just gone to the bathroom to freshen up and he’s still a wide-eyed kid who found whole worlds in windshield landscapes.

But that was a lifetime ago. So Eddie takes a seat at the counter, longing for his trucker companion, and waits for someone to come take his order.

You’re looking down when you step in front of him, pencil and pad in hand. Your voice sounds tired as you welcome him, already asking him if he wants to know today’s specials. He can see the name tag pinned just below your collarbone, but he doesn’t need to read it.

Eddie came here looking for the past. He didn’t expect the past to find him. He says your name without thinking. It comes out of him like the sun peeking behind the clouds on a stormy day, warm and unexpected.

It takes a second. You look up, features clouded with surprise, a wrinkle between your brows. Eddie almost wants the floor to swallow him up for embarrassing himself. He doesn’t know what’s worse, if you don’t remember him or if you’re pretending not to. He wouldn’t blame you for either.

Then you smile.

“Eddie Munson… as I live and breathe.” His name hangs from your lips like he used to.

He lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. His hand comes to rub the back of his neck, and he feels like a bashful kid again, wanting so badly for you to think he’s cool.

“And here I was thinking that you’d forgotten all about me.”

The warm smile on your face grows melancholic. Eddie tries his best not to read into it.

“You're a hard one to forget.”

It’s not like you hadn’t tried.

You tried to forget days and nights colored by calloused hands. Whenever the sticky scent of Marlboro Reds was brought your way from a wayward wind, you changed directions. If a metal song came on the radio, you were quick to change the channel, feigning a disinterest in electric guitars and heavy drums. You tried to pretend like it wasn’t senseless, like there was a method in the madness of forgetting.

The reason is sitting right in front of you, looking at you like you hold the meaning of life in your hands and not a pen that barely worked and a pad of paper used to take orders.

It was only one summer, but Eddie came and went with it. Blowing in when the temperatures got too hot to be comfortable, and leaving just when the cold got biting and you actually needed something to keep your bed warm. You shake the thought of your head, lest the bitterness set in your mouth like a cup of black coffee and you say something that you don’t really mean.

“What brings you to this fine establishment?”

Eddie considers telling you the truth. The full truth. A kindness that he hadn’t properly extended to you all those seasons ago. It doesn’t come out.

“Good food.” He replies simply, before deciding to add on. “And good company, I hope.”

You make a show of looking around the diner, eyes passing over every person trying to eat their lunch in peace, unaware of the hurricane that just walked in the door.

“Well, we have good food.” You say, smartly. “But as for good company, I think you might be stuck with little ol’ me.”

Eddie’s grin burns twice as bright as the last time you saw him. You’re not sure if that’s true or if the memory of him has just faded as the years have gone by.

You tell your manager you’re taking your lunch after you put Eddie’s order in. You notice that he’s ordered enough for two people, but decide not to be presumptuous, just in case his stomach is bigger than the last time you saw him.

It’s not, and you find comfort in the aspects of Eddie that you memorized. All of that time spent forgetting has been wasted, because you still know him like the back of your hand. He slides a plate of pancakes over to you. You catch up over coffee and hashbrowns. He evidently still has a sweet tooth, the way he tries to distract you with conversation as he pours half of the sugar container into his cup.

It’s easy to fall into a rhythm with him. Eddie is a beat that your heart can’t quite shake. You both tiptoe around the big things. You don’t ask him about California. He doesn’t ask you how all of your big dreams landed you eighty miles from your hometown.

You don’t ask him why he left without saying goodbye. He doesn’t tell you that if you told him to stay, he probably would have.

Seeing as the lunch rush has passed, you manage to slip out of the doors of the diner without a hint of protest from your manager. Your eyes search the parking lot for that familiar black van, but it isn’t there. Instead, Eddie sidles up beside a sleek red sedan. A joke sits on the tip of your tongue, I guess being a rockstar pays well, huh? You decide against it. You’ve spent the entire time with him avoiding the topic. It’s too late to bring it up now.

Boxes are piled high in the backseat, just like you thought they would be. This is what you’re used to. You don’t ask Eddie where he’s going, he doesn’t tell you when he’s leaving.

“It was nice seeing a friendly face.” His words hang heavy in the air, hands jammed into his pockets like he’s afraid if he reaches for you that he’ll never be able to let go.

“It was nice seeing you too, Eddie.”

He doesn’t ask for your number. You don’t offer it to him. You both know that goodbyes have never really been the strong suit between the two of you.

His van kicks up dust as he pulls away, waving at you through the windshield. You try not to think about how that’s how he always feels to you. Behind glass, impossible to reach.

As he drives away, Eddie thinks about how much better you’d look in the passenger seat than in his rear-view mirror. He almost stops the car. Every red light before the interstate, he thinks about turning around and running back to you. He doesn’t. He keeps driving.

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vajazzly · 4 months

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day 1: cooking together

kicking off good godfather sirius black fest with a raging new years hangover (the way sirius wouldve wanted) and some post-war sirius lives family feelings !!! @goodgodfathersiriusblack

one month after the battle of hogwarts, islington

When Sirius wakes up, it’s to the smell of bacon.

The Order has finally cleared out of Grimmauld Place, only Harry (and, occasionally, Ron and Hermione) remaining; today it’s just his godson in the house, he remembers. Last night, Harry woke up screaming twice.

They’re holding it together, or something close to it.

He descends the stairs in his favorite robe, and the smell only gets stronger as he makes his way to the kitchen, vanilla and bacon and coffee. When he finally makes it to the kitchen Harry is standing at the stove, barefoot in his baggy muggle pajamas, the wireless on the counter turned down low, the weather report barely audible over the sizzling of no fewer than three pans.

“If I knew we were having company I’d have put on something more suitable,” Sirius says lightly, taking in the state of the kitchen table; there’s a quiche, and a stack of pancakes so tall it threatens to topple over, and fucking croissants - even when he was a boy he doesn’t think he ever saw a breakfast quite as elaborate as this in this kitchen.

“Sirius!” Harry says, turning around with a wide smile - there are shadows under his eyes, deeper than yesterday (though Sirius didn’t think it possible), and his hair’s even more of a mess than usual. “No company, I just, er…” he seems to take in the spread before him for the first time in its entirety, “Well, I’m tops at breakfast, so I figured I’d put something together. Sit down, bacon’s almost ready, and -”

“Why don’t you let me take over for a bit, hm?” Sirius says, as gently as he can manage. There’s a mostly empty mug of coffee on the counter, and he’d wager it’s not the first. He slides in next to his godson and plucks the spatula from his hand before he can protest.

“But-”

“No buts!”

“I was gonna-”

“Eat some of those croissants? I think that’s an excellent idea!”

Harry glares, and huffs, but eventually swipes his coffee off the counter and sits himself at the table; Sirius lets himself smile when he hears the tell-tale crunching of one of the croissants. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asks, keeping his tone light, casual.

There’s a pause while Harry chews, then another pause. “Not really.”

“Your mum used to bake when she was stressed,” Sirius says, flipping the bacon. It’s crispier than he likes, but he knows Harry likes his pieces a bit black on the edges. “I never left your parent’s place without about ten tupperwares filled with biscuits and cakes and things during the war - used to give half of it to the old lady next door and pass it off as my own so she wouldn’t file any noise complaints!”

Harry laughs, but is otherwise silent, like he always is when Sirius talks about his parents - like he’s trying to soak up every detail.

“The recipe book was lost with the rest of the house, I’m afraid, but she showed me how to make a few things,” he says. Memories, soft, yellow-tinted slices of the happier moments of his life before Azkaban, are starting to filter back, come into focus. “After we figure out what to do with all of this I can show you, if you like.”

Harry’s smile is wide and sincere, eyes shining. “I’d like that a lot.”

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wrenreid · 2 years

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Off Limits

content warnings: talk of canon-consistent trauma

Part Five

I sit down next to Spencer on the couch, pulling a blanket onto my lap as I cross my legs in a pretzel. I’m in my pjs, a t shirt from my days in my high school’s chess club and a pair of blue cotton shorts I found in my dresser.

Spencer’s wearing red plaid pajama bottoms and a white t shirt. He looks good in a white t shirt. I hate that I’m thinking it but I am.

He has the bowl of popcorn in his lap as he turns on the tv. He then gives the remote to me since I lived here and know how to work it better.

As I’m searching through movies on Netflix, Spencer looks over to me.

“You were in chess club?”

I laugh softly, slightly embarrassed by the neediness I possessed in high school. “Yeah. I wasn’t great, but I was probably the best one. Well except Charlie Van Horton. Man, I hated that guy.”

Spencer chuckles a little, his white teeth nearly blinding me. He has a pretty smile. His lips are nice and pink too. God, I’m going to punch myself when he turns around.

“I love chess,” he tells me. “Your dad refuses to play with me because I always beat him.”

I laugh softly. “He refuses to play with me too.”

He smiles faintly. “Maybe we could play together sometime?”

“Oh hell no!” I laugh. “You’d kick my ass in two minutes.”

“Probably one.”

“Oh you got jokes now, Dr. Reid?” I hold my chuckle.

Spencer doesn’t hide his. “I can be funny.”

“Not on purpose,” I say, eyeing him.

“Ouch.”

I roll my eyes, choosing a movie. “This okay?”

He reads the summary in a solid 3 seconds. “Yes, sounds good.”

It’s a thriller movie that I figured he’d appreciate, but it shouldn’t be too scary where I’ll be unnerved for a few hours.

I press play and reach into the bowl on his lap, grabbing a handful of popcorn. He opted for the kettlecorn. Good choice.

Eventually, the credits start rolling on the screen. I’m half asleep and barely payed attention to the second half of the movie. It wasn’t bad, just not entirely attention grabbing.

“Jade?” Spencer asks softly.

“I’m awake,” I say, and my voice is barely convincing.

“You should get some rest.”

I yawn before rising from the couch. “I won’t argue with that. Goodnight, Spencer.”

“Sleep well,” he says gently.

I groggily go upstairs and make my way to my bedroom, being quiet as to not wake up my brother. It’s nearly 2am, and it was a struggle to get him asleep anyway.

I wake up this morning to the smell of eggs and bacon. Man, I could get used to Spencer being here.

After my usual bathroom routine, aka run to the toilet before I pee myself, wash my face, brush my teeth, and fix my bed head, I head downstairs toward the smell of breakfast.

Jack’s in his usual spot, feet kicking in the air as he sits and waits for his food to be ready. I sit down next to him after greeting the two boys.

“What are we doing today?” Jack asks me.

“I don’t know. What would you like to do?”

I can tell that he didn’t think that far ahead when he shrugs.

“Get back to me on that,” I say with a chuckle.

Spencer’s no longer in his pjs, which would be disappointing to me if I didn’t like the fit of the grey slacks he was wearing. I only met myself gaze for a few seconds.

“Sleep okay?” He asks me as he gets the eggs and bacon on a plate for my brother.

“Yep,” I nod. “I was so tired I almost missed my bed laying down.”

He gives me a concerned look.

“I didn’t though,” I assure him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty well,” he says. “The usual at least.”

I have a feeling his usual isn’t great, but l don’t pry.

Today, we’re laid back. Spencer runs an errand, and I stay with Jack playing with action figures until he comes back.

Around 1pm, I tell him to get ready for a nap, but he tells me he’s not tired. I argue with him for a bit, not sure how Dad handles these things.

“How about I read to you?” Spencer asks.

Jack’s little brown eyes light up. “Okay!”

He runs to the shelves by the tv and grabs his favorite book. I remember Dad reading it to me when I was his age. It was originally mine. It has my name in it, and when I was 18, I wrote Jack’s under mine.

Spencer’s voice is steady and calming. He slows down his pace so Jack can understand. He lets my brother read some of the words he’s learned.

I can’t help but smile at the sight of Jack leaned against Spencer’s shoulder while he reads to him.

Soon enough, I see those little eyes getting droopy. Spencer volunteers to lay him down. He carries him upstairs and comes back shortly after.

“You’re really good with him,” I tell him. “So much better than me.”

“Don’t say that. He adores you,” Spencer says.

“He has to; I’m his sister. He looks up to you.”

He smiles softly, those pink lips looking extra pretty.

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Jade says Jack looks up to me. I give her a soft smile, not sure what to say in response. I’m honored. I never thought I was looking up to material. Hotch and Morgan are definitely looking up to material, but am I?

Growing up, I didn’t have a man around who was. My father was around for the first 10 years of my life, but he made a point to stay at work later and be gone on errands longer than necessary once my mother’s health declined. He was not looking up to material. I knew this even when I was a kid, but especially when I stood there, trying to come up with something to say when my mother was begging him to stay. She called him a coward. I told her I’m not one.

But I think everyone can be cowardice at times. I surely wasn’t brave when Tobias Hankel held me in his father’s cellar. And I wasn’t heroic when a man who was looking up to material left me with only a letter.

And it’s not a brave thing to think that I don’t want a son because I’m not sure how to be a father to one when I didn’t have a good example. But that’s how I feel.

So maybe I’ll stick to the babysitting. Jack and Henry are great kids. I’ll just take care of them when needed and not have to worry about them not having a good role model. Hotch, Will, and JJ are perfect for that part.

“You okay there, Spencer?” Jade asks, bringing me back to the present.

“Yeah,” I nod. “Did you know daydreaming has many positive effects, including the lessening of anxiety?”

She shakes her head with a soft chuckle. “Yeah, I think you are okay.”

“I think I’m going to order Chinese for dinner if that’s okay with you,” I ask, changing the subject.

Takeout is a usual meal of mine inbetween cases. I’ve grown accustomed to it, and now I’m craving orange chicken and spring rolls.

“That sounds good to me. I’m sure Jack will agree. He loves noodles,” she says.

Over dinner, we talk about Jack’s favorite cartoons and how he’s excited for summer break. He says he hopes his dad will be home more to see him, and it makes me a little sad for him.

That man spends so much time dealing with serial killers, politics, and paperwork. I’m sure that’s one of the reasons Jade has always been a little distant with people- the walls.

“You don’t have many friends outside of work do you?” Jade asks, and it catches me off guard. Her tone isn’t rude or judgmental.

I furrow my eyebrows and press my lips together. “No.”

“I think that’s weird,” she says, and I almost give her a strange look before she says, “You’re a good person, easy to talk to. I guess you’re too busy with work, huh?”

“Yeah. The BAU keeps me occupied. Thank you though,” I say a little awkwardly.

I think Jade Hotchner is the only person in the world to say I am easy to talk to. The thought makes a slight grin creep up onto my face.

“What’s your middle name?” I ask after the curiosity clicked in my mind.

“Brooke. Brooks is- was my mom’s maiden name, so they thought it was fitting,” she tells me, and I’m a little sorry I asked because I didn’t mean to make her talk about her mom.

“It’s pretty,” I say instead of saying an awkward apology.

“Thank you,” she gives me a small smile.

Tomorrow, well really tonight since it’s past 12am when I’m going to bed, is Friday, the last full day I’m babysitting Jack. Hotch should be back late Morning Saturday.

six

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sammy-writes-sometimes · 6 months

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Word Count: 713

Notes: He/It Skizz our beloved >:3

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Cleo doesn't even need to open her eyes to know who or what is in front of her. Soft, almost chuffing sound muffled in as best a way as he could.

“Staring at me again, Skizz?” They don’t even open their eyes.

“I can’t help it!” The angel says loudly. “You’re so hot!”

She hums as Skizz giggles, all too giddy as always. A wing comes up, resting carefully over her side and sitting there as lightly as it can.

“Can you blame me?” He adds.

It's then that they open their eyes, looking at it with an eyebrow raised. But it's smiling, bright as the dawn and the day, welcoming like the morning bird’s call.

As he leans forward, hand gently on her thigh – Skizz learned a long time ago not to touch higher – that smile on his face, she shifts backwards with a soft groan.

“Bad pain day?” It says softly.

“You caused this.” They add with a slightly pained laugh.

And then they’re both laughing, mischief high in their tone.

“Do you want me to make breakfast? Make up for what I did last night?”

“I would love that.” She says in mock annoyance, but she already knows that Skizz sees it as soft. Some kindness under the surface that’s only seen by some.

“Want me to carry you?”

They shake their hand, tentatively sitting up with a groan. “It doesn't hurt that much. I can walk on my own."

There's a hand on her side again – the one that’s fully intact – as Skizz places a soft kiss on her cheek. "Rest a little bit, okay?”

“I don’t need rest, love.” They hum, turning to kiss him.

It rests its head on her shoulders, looking at her with big, blue eyes in an all too begging sort of way.

“No, Skizz.”

Skizz’s sigh is exaggerated as he leans back, looking away with that same expression.

“Skizz.”

“I wanted to make you breakfast in bed!" Skizz complains loudly.

"Sweetheart, you know I don't like to eat in bed." They point out with a smile.

His feathered tail flicks with annoyance until he sighs, giving up on the fight.

The zombie slides out of bed on wobbly feet, slowly shuffling over to where she put her crutches the night before. She quietly thanks her partner's patience, the angel already dressed and in the kitchen by the time she's left the room.

Sunlight filters through the windows of the small cabin, dancing over feathers and skin and hair, illuminating every inch of the open space that Skizz has made and each inch that the now wingless angel takes up. It wasn't just for them, Cleo knows that, but it never stops the feeling in their chest.

It makes her pause, even just for one moment, to question her heart and how cold or rotten it might truly be.

But they watch it, hear it's soft singing, smell the rotten flesh it chose to cook with. And it chose that, chose them, chose learning new things to accommodate their specific needs.

She's walking again, moving to stand comfortably next to Skizz as he continues to sing something.

"Clebert, the bacon’s almost done already so do you–"

"I thought you wanted me to rest." They say with a laugh.

"You looked like you wanted to help." Skizz says with a smile.

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. "Fine, if you insist."

Their partner looks proud of himself, the feathers on his cheeks and ears fluffing out before laying back down.

She slips off one crutch, putting it to the side as Skizz hands them an egg.

There isn't a lull of silence that follows as they cook, instead there are jokes and laughter and teasing. Skizz telling her that they'll need makeup, Cleo helpfully reminding it that they bruise easily.

It’s less of a quiet thing, not even a gentle thing, but it feels like home and safety and warmth as Skizz looks at her with a smile and leans down to kiss her as he chuffs. There’s a hand in her own once she’s done, calloused and scarred, but soft.

They don’t say “I love you”, at least not that often, but with moments like this does it even have to be said?

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Our ko-fi

#nov 29 2023 #written on: sep 25-28 2023 #(not actually from any specific series but i see it as life series so...)#cleo #skizz #trafficshipping #skleo #our writing

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theoddcatlady · 5 months

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Nicky

It happened ten years ago. I was only eight years old. I woke up that morning to the smell of frying eggs and bacon.

Stumbling down the hallway, I was greeted by the sight of a dark haired woman at the stove, humming some friendly tune as she filled a cup to the near brim with orange juice. She turned to me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. In a sense she was pretty, but she had a vicious scar running down the left side of her face.

“Andy! You’re up!” She beamed as she picked up the plate stacked with a delicious smelling breakfast. “I had to run to the store, but I hope you like breakfast!”

Too shocked to say anything else, I replied, “I don’t have breakfast. Where’s my mom?”

The woman laughed and set the plate on the table, now cleared off of shredded bill envelopes and clutter. “She’s gone, so I’m here to make sure you’re all right. You can call me Aunt Nicole, or Nicky, whatever you prefer, I don’t mind! And while I’m here, you have breakfast!” She said in a chipper tone.

Feeling like this all might be a dream, I sat down at the table and took a bite of bacon. It was perfectly crisp, not burnt as it would’ve been if my mom had cooked it. She was always so tired, I normally had to fetch my dinner off the stove myself.

“Is she going to be back soon? My mom?” I asked after I swallowed, it was impolite to talk with your mouth full.

Nicky shrugged. “She didn’t say. Clean your plate, then you can show me your favorite cartoons, okay? Only until ten though- that’s when we’re going to the zoo!” She laughed and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

The zoo? I remembered my mom telling me that our zoo trip wouldn’t happen this year, she was just too busy with work, but if Nicky was going to take me… I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad to let her stay, I figured, as I chowed down on breakfast.

Maybe you think I was a dumb kid, and I’ll understand that. Maybe I was. But you have to understand, my mom was a single parent working as many shifts as she could pick up. It wasn’t uncommon for her to send a babysitter my way when she couldn’t get home in time, although typically they were younger teens that spent all their time on the phone and maybe threw a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner.

Nicky was different in every way for the week she took care of me.

The house was cleaned top to bottom, I helped in the bathroom while Nicky handled mom’s bedroom. Every night meals were freshly cooked and done to perfection. I remember on Tuesday we had a pizza that she made from scratch. I watched her toss the dough in the air like a real chef and asked how she did that.

“I learned from a real chef,” Nicky winked and tossed the dough again, “in Italy.”

“Have you traveled a lot?” Nicky did have a slight accent, I believe it was British.

She nodded as she set the dough down onto the pan and started adding the toppings. “All over the world. Would you believe that I’ve met the queen?” She winked and I realized she was joking.

“No.”

“Good. You’re a smart kid, Andy. Don’t just believe things people tell you.” Nicky bit her bottom lip as she cracked open the oven to test the heat. “I never believe what the oven tells me. But this time it’s about right for the perfect pizza.”

It was the perfect pizza too.

Nicky was almost too good of a babysitter. It was like she wanted to be my mom. To be honest, I think she did want to be. She was… bizarre, in small ways. Ways I didn’t think about until much later. She was never home at night, and she always did her laundry in the morning, I could hear the machine banging around when I woke up. Whenever we went out, she slathered her arms and face in sunscreen, almost a ridiculous amount. I asked her about it once.

“I just have delicate skin.”

That was all she’d say about it before she’d change the subject. It was late summer so I accepted the excuse. She made sure I had sunscreen on at all times as well, but even if she was popping out to check the mailbox she’d grab the tube and start slathering it on. I found over a dozen bottles in the towel cabinet, stashed with the ibuprofen and cough medicine.

Nicky loved to read, we went to the library twice when she was there and would stock up on all sorts of books. Typically horror, but she made sure I picked out at least two books for myself the second time we went. I chose two books of the Boxcar Kids series, my mom had given me a few of her old ones and I couldn’t put them down. I still have those books, after everything went down I just never returned them.

It was one of the best weeks of my life, but every night I asked the same thing when Nicky tucked me into bed.

“Did you hear from mom yet?”

Every night, she’d just kiss my forehead and tell me to chase the dream butterflies. I never knew what she meant by that, but I always slept soundly.

The last night I woke up to quiet sobbing. I glanced at my alarm clock, the numbers 1:32 blared back in bright red. I slipped out of bed and into the hall, following the sound to my mother’s bedroom.

Nicky was curled up on my mother’s perfectly made bed, a photo album open next to her. I slowly walked up to Nicky and set a hand on her shoulder. “You should chase the dream butterflies too, Nicky,” I said. Nicky flinched and sat up. The room was dark but I could tell her mouth was covered in… something. I turned on the lamp.

Her mouth was soaked in bright red, along with her hands and shirt. Blood.

“Oh… Andy.” Her voice cracked as she picked me up and set me on the bed next to her, wrapping her arms around me. “I’m something horrible. I’ve done horrible things.”

I remained still in her arms, my eyes flicking open to the page in the album. It was a picture of the day I was born and my birth certificate, my mother proudly showed it to me every birthday and told me how she went through twelve hours of labor before I came into the world. And she’d go through those twelve hours again if she had to, she loved me so much. I might’ve not quite understood what ‘labor’ was about, but I knew she loved me very much.

“… Are you hurt?” I asked, reaching up to brush some of the blood of her mouth.

Nicky shook her head. “No, sweetheart. This isn’t my…” She trailed off and shook, shaking her head. “I thought… maybe, just maybe, I could make things better by taking care of you. I think I’m just making them worse. So much worse. Andy, I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”

“Forgive you for what?�� I asked.

“… Do you forgive me for the horrible things I’ve done to you?”

I frowned. “What horrible things?” I asked.

“The worst thing possible…. No, it’s not fair,” Nicky sighed and released me from her hold, “It’s not fair to ask you to forgive me.” She got up. “I have to leave, Andy… can I do anything else for you?”

I had one more question.

“Why do you have a scar, Nicky?”

Nicky reached up and brushed the side of her face. “… Horrible things happened to me too, Andy. The worst things. I suppose that’s why I can only do horrible things too.” She took the quilt and tucked it over me, smiling softly. “Go to sleep now, Andy, and chase those butterflies to the end of the world and back.”

I woke up the next morning to a police officer shaking my shoulder.

“Hey… Holy shit- guys, the kid’s here!”

Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I sat up and slipped out of bed. The police officer stumbled for words for a moment, whatever he’d been expecting, it certainly wasn’t this. “Andy? Are you okay?” He asked.

I looked around. “… Where’s Nicky?” I asked.

“We’ll find Nicky. We need to get you to the hospital.”

I think I baffled all the doctors and police with my case. When they broke into the apartment to find me, they expected to find this half starved kid, scared out of his wits and desperate to find his mother. But instead they found me dressed and clean, with the house taken care of and with a full stomach.

I think you can guess by now that my mother was dead. I was taken in by my dad, who had no idea I even existed, but he did okay with that. He’d remarried after he and my mom split and I had three half-siblings that I didn’t know existed. It was fun being the big brother and my stepmom Mika was super sweet.

She wasn’t my mom though. And she wasn’t Nicky.

I had to pry the rest of the story out of my dad when I was older. The reason there wasn’t police hammering down my door sooner was that my mom was a Jane Doe in the morgue. She’d been found practically shredded to pieces. The cause of death was bleeding out from an artery in her neck. Her body had been discovered a few blocks from her work, all forms of ID was missing, including her wallet.

My mom always had a picture of me and her in there. And they found that wallet, with bloody fingerprints, in my mom’s nightstand. Right next to where I was sleeping.

My dad still wonders why my mother’s murderer returned to her house only to care for her son, but I don’t need to wonder. I know.

I know this is a long shot, Nicky, but I remember you liked horror so maybe you’ll find this story. I know you killed my mom.

But I forgive you.

#my stories

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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romeo and...cullen? | part 17.

Summary: Y/N Cullen, youngest in both actual age and last to be turned in the Cullen clan. Her world is turned upside down when Bella Swan enters her family’s life, because Bella doesn’t bring just herself but drags some of her friends into the Cullen’s life as well.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Pairing: Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Billy wheeled into Jacob’s room around 11pm to see you slumped over in the chair, your hand touching Jacob. You jumped at the touch of Billy’s hand on your shoulder.

“It’s late, (Y/N). You should get some rest, I prepped Rachel and Rebecca’s room. I don’t think Jake has much space right now.”

You looked over to the bed, Jacob had to be on his back so the bones set properly and he was definitely taking up most of the room. “But what if he’s still in pain?”

“He’s asleep. Jake is strong, you need to rest too.”

You mumbled an okay and followed Billy out of Jake’s room. The minute you landed on one of the beds you passed out. You woke up a few hours later and headed to Sam’s house while Jacob was still asleep.

“How is he?” Emily asked.

You sat down at the breakfast table, taking the cereal box from Seth to pour some for your breakfast.

“Still sleeping. It’ll be two weeks, and then you should keep him off patrol for another one week.”

“Three weeks to heal? I thought he was supposed to heal faster.”

“That is faster, Paul. Carlisle said a normal human would take six weeks, minimum… Jake? You’re supposed to be at home.”

You looked to see your boyfriend in the doorway. Jake walked in like he wasn’t howling in pain the night before. Jacob sat down, wincing slightly.

“I got hungry.”

You instinctively placed a hand on his forearm.

“So how exactly do you do that, (Y/N)?” Paul asked, watching as Jacob instantly stopped wincing, only slight discomfort on his face.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t even realize it was something I could do till Carlisle said it.”

“He said your brothers use it?”

“Yeah, Ed and Jas get very overwhelmed sometimes in rooms with lots of people. Too many thoughts, too many emotions. I’m usually always next to them to help them cope, guess all these years I was calming them. Jake, what does it feel like?”

“Like an overall numbing almost. Not just the pain, everything’s slightly lower. Eyes aren’t as sharp, food tastes kinda dull. Can’t smell shit right now.”

“Woah, (Y/N). I wanna try.”

“I’m not a toy, Embry.” You rolled your eyes and placed a hand on Embry’s arm anyway.

“Dude, my whole body feels numb.” Embry took a bite of bacon. “You’re right, less flavor.”

You entertained the rest of the pack with your powers. Any touch longer than ten seconds and they felt all their senses go slightly. Even Emily participated. Leah sat back in her chair after it was her turn.

“Can you spot control it?”

“Hmm?”

“Only dull one thing at a time?”

“I’m not sure. I could probably if I worked on it. Edward used to only be able to read one mind at time, now he hears a whole room.”

Jacob removed your hand from his forearm. “I kinda want to actually taste the breakfast sandwich. I’ll take the pain.”

“Ugh, your dad and brothers are here, (Y/N).” Paul gagged.

“I thought you guys were starting to get along.”

“No, your dad’s great just the scent’s a little strong in the morning. Especially over breakfast.”

Carlisle and your brothers came into the house, the looser treaty made life a whole lot easier. Your brothers stayed near the door but were actually being civil with the pack. Carlisle was just there to check on Jacob’s healing. Emmett threw you a blood bag laughing as the pack looked disgusted while you struggled to drink it.

“Is it really that bad?” Jasper asked.

“Jas, it tastes like nothing really but then just aftertaste.”

“Now you know how I feel, babe,” Jacob said. “You were making the food mildly unbearable.”

“Jake, food always tastes like that. Unless it’s bad, that’s just straight aftertaste.”

��Food doesn’t taste like that.”

“He’s right, girl, food isn’t supposed to taste like that. Not sure what you’ve been eating all your life,” Leah said.

“For the record, blood doesn’t taste like that either,” Edward said.

Jacob yelped as Carlisle did one of his tests and your hand immediately flew to his chest. Jacob looked at you wide-eyed.

“What?”

“Pain’s completely gone, more than last time… I can actually smell this time.”

Your surprise at Jacob’s yelp at sent you into a hyperfocus on accident. You were so concerned with his pain that your power immediately concentrated as best it could onto just his injuries. You pulled your hand away quickly.

“(Y/N)?” your dad asked you.

“Was that how you feel all the time?” you asked Edward, knowing he could read your thoughts.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

You placed your hand on Jacob’s chest focusing on his ribs and taking away pain. As you did, you felt all your senses get a lot clearer. You grabbed the blood bag on the table, careful not to break your concentration. You drank a bit. The taste was actually bearable, dare you say actually really good. You took a bite of the biscuits Emily made. Normally they were delicious but you realized how much taste you were actually missing.

And then you smelled something overwhelming sweet. It was so sweet your mouth watered a bit. Like all the best scents you loved as human back in San Francisco. Edward chuckled slightly hearing your thoughts. You looked over at Jacob.

“La Tua Cantante makes so much more sense now.”

“Tua Cantante?” Leah and Seth asked, confused.

“Blood singer,” Paul explained. “You guys missed a couple things before you phased. Vampire mate, yada yada, best smelling blood ever irresistible pull, yada, Jacob’s hers, (Y/N) can’t smell it. Pretty much it.”

You turned to your brothers, very excited. “You never said it smelled like our old lives.”

“That’s how it gets you. I’m actually kind of amazed at your control,” Jasper said.

“I think it’s the imprint? The human part of me?”

You frowned as your hand left Jacob when you turned to look at your brothers, everything had faded again. You placed your hand back and was overwhelmed with the sweet scents once again. Jacob looked down at you and kissed your forehead.

“You can smell my blood now?”

“I can smell everything now. And no offense to everyone but all of you kind of smell.”

“Is it bad?” Emmet chuckled. “Who’s worse, wolves or us?”

“Mmm, neither’s bad. But definitely distinct… oh this is so weird. You know the last time I think I could smell this well was when you first bit me.”

“But why now?” Carlisle asked.

“I’m not sure, I was just focused on Jacob’s pain and…”

Everyone looked as you and Edward started laughing hysterically.

“I’ve been using my own powers on myself all these years. That’s why I had your self-control, dad. I’ve been dulling my own senses. I’ve never had to concentrate it before.”

“You’re gonna have to learn to control it, Jacob won’t be in pain forever for you to concentrate on.”

You gently took your hand away and felt the cloud of your power dull your whole body once again.

Your siblings all jumped on your bed at once, sending you high into the air. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

“Mmmm? Why are we celebrating? I thought we stopped doing birthdays every year.”

“You’re not even a century yet, for you we keep doing birthdays,” Edward said.

Alice handed you a Polaroid of you asleep with a birthday hat on. You were starting to think they were enjoying messing with you because you were the youngest and recently the slowest and weakest.

“I’m starting to wish I couldn’t sleep if it allows you to mess with me like this.”

“Oh hush. We’ve got a whole day for you,” Alice said.

“So when we say the whole day?”

“The whole day,” Rosalie started. “You’re with us for breakfast, Bella and your human friends want you for lunch, the wolves get you for dinner.”

“Oh, good.”

You came down the stairs with your siblings to a stack of birthday pancakes made by your mother. As you ate, presents were slowly shoved towards you one by one. A hairpin with the family crest from Carlisle and Esme. New shoes that you were expected to wear that day from Rosalie. A new outfit from Alice, also expected to wear that day. Some new records from Jasper and custom-covered books from Emmett. Edward handed you a box of stuff from San Francisco.

“Thank you guys, seriously. Thank you!”

You were pulled into your bathroom by Rosalie and Alice before you could fully process what was happening. They made you up, in a mix of your style and their style. You had to admit getting pampered by your sisters was kind of nice. All you had to do was sit on a fluffy chair, sipping on a blood bag, at your vanity while they dolled you all the way up.

Emmett and Jasper rearranged the living room to turn it into a giant concert hall. You had fun with your family dancing and singing to music from each of when they were human, everyone making fun of Carlisle’s music the most. Edward even played the piano for a few pieces. When Bella, Jessica, and Angela showed up, you forced them to sing a couple songs before leaving with them.

Upon getting to La Push beach you realized why Alice and Rose put on the waterproof makeup and crazy amounts of setting spray. The best part about a summer birthday in Forks was the fact that the weather was finally warm enough to hang out at the beach properly. Jessica brought an extra surfboard for you and her to surf while Angela and Bella talked on the sand.

“Jess, you ever thought about doing competitions?” you asked her as you both headed back in to grab the paddle boards from Bella’s truck.

“Competitions? Never really crossed my mind.”

“You should. You’re crazy good, seriously.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). Ange, Bells, come on waves won’t wait forever.”

Bella and Angela reluctantly got up and sat on the boards while you and Jessica paddled away. Eventually you were all hungry for lunch and headed to the best diner in town. You were enjoying lunch with them, especially since they were headed off to college. Leah and Seth strolled into the diner. You threw a fry at Seth that he caught in his mouth.

“Time to go already? You guys are gonna have me worn out by the end of the day.”

“We’re not gonna be the ones to have you worn out tonight.”

“Oh my God, SETH!” You pushed your friend as you walked out with Seth and Leah.

When you got to the res, you noticed most of the guys outside Emily’s playing soccer. You joined up in the game, siding with Paul and Jared. You wanted to help Emily cook but she insisted that it was your birthday dinner so you should stay out of it. You watched movies on the couch with the pack, looking at the door every five minutes or so.

“Jake doesn’t get you till after dinner,” Embry said.

“I’m no—”

“You keep looking at the door, you’re looking for Jake don’t even try to deny it.”

“Ok fine. But Rose said I was with the pack for dinner.”

“Yeah,” Leah answered you, smiling. “Pack for dinner, Jacob after.”

Jacob came strolling in at the very end of dinner. You quickly got up from the table and ran over to him. Now that he was fully healed, Jacob was able to lift you no problem. He kissed you, said his hi’s and goodbye’s to the pack and took you back to his place.

You said a brief hi to Billy who wished you ‘Happy Birthday’ while Jacob grabbed a couple things he had left in the house before following him to the garage.

You almost didn’t recognize the garage if it wasn’t for the fact that it was right next to Jacob’s house. Everything but the car was gone, probably around the back or very neatly hidden from you. The floor was covered in blankets and pillows, and there were even small lights hung up.

“Jacob,” you whispered in awe looking at the transformed garage.

He smiled, taking your hand and walking into the garage. You didn’t even pay attention to the remote Jacob had in his hand until he pressed a button on it and slow music started to play. You recognized the piece upon hearing three notes.

“It’s my song.”

“Your brother was kind enough to record it for me.”

About three decades ago, when you were still struggling to cope with the loss of your family Edward had written you a piano piece to help you cope. Four movements and your favorite was movement three, “The Lightness of (Y/N)”. It was slower than all the other movements but written in a style that made it sound lively and happier. It was how Edward saw you at the time, his bubbly little sister that was dealing with a lot on the inside and moving slightly behind the rest of the world.

“Will the lady spare me a dance?”

You rested your head on Jacob’s chest as the two of you swayed around the middle of the garage. The music slowly came to an end and the two of you stopped dancing.

While Jacob closed the garage door so he could set up the movie projector, you sat in the car changing into pajamas and using the car mirrors to see so you could wipe off the makeup Alice and Rose put on you. Your pajamas were just Jacob’s clothes.

A sleepover in the garage was one of the best ways to end a birthday for you. You and Jake watched (Y/F/M), both of you constantly stealing glances at each other during the whole time.

At one point, Jacob caught you looking and leaned in to kiss you. Jacob was resting on his hands, leaning over you, looking into your eyes. The stare was so intense you almost wanted to look away.

Jacob’s sudden kiss to your neck caught you off guard, causing you to gasp. You were so caught off guard that your powers had dropped for a second and very briefly you were aware of every sense. You brought Jacob’s lips back to yours. You could feel him holding back, knowing you weren’t fully vampire anymore. You pulled on Jacob’s t-shirt, bringing his body closer to yours.

“Jake,” you muttered against his lips. “Please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t know how human you are.”

“You don’t have to hold back with me.”

Jake began to drop his guard. You focused as much of your energy as you could to feel the shield of your powers over you. You felt it like a whole body cover. Slowly, as Jacob kissed each part of your body you focused on removing that cover and making it stay gone.

As he made it back to your lips, you were overwhelmed with senses. Jacob grunted slightly as you used all your strength and flipped the two of you. You understood Edward so much now when it came to Bella. Everything about Jacob’s scent invited you in and you wanted everything to do with him. He sat up and removed his shirt. While Alice’s powers were somewhat invasive, you guess you could thank her for dressing you even down to your underwear for your birthday.

“Mmm hmm, red’s definitely your color.”

Jacob’s hands traced over wherever red cloth touched your upper body. He could look at you all day in just a bra and his sweatpants. As Jacob’s heartbeat faster with each glance at you, the scent of his blood grew even stronger. You had no desire to drink his blood but it was becoming more and more overwhelming, you found it hard to control yourself. Jacob gripped your hips as you kissed down his jaw and neck.

“Jake, do you have a condom?”

Jacob reached into the small toiletries bag that had held the makeup remover wipes for you. Neither one of you noticed the movie was coming to an end.

(Part 18)...

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Why Don't you Like me? P2 - Steve Harrington X Reader

Title: Why Don't you like me Part 2

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: Steve Harrington X Reader

Summary: Part 2 to Why Don't You Like Me.

Age Rating: 16+

Word Count: 683

Tag List: @mayashawk3 @cityofidek

Part 01

Let me know if you guys want smut!

I am open to requests!

You were rudely awoken the next morning by the sun shining through half-closed curtains. Groaning, you rolled over and pulled the sheets over your head, a familiar scent filling your nostrils. Steve. You inhaled deeply, burying your face into the pillow. The comfort was short-lived as the duvet was ripped away from you.

‘Time to wake up.’ Steve’s voice woke you up, ‘there are some shorts and a shirt you can wear.’ he mumbled, ‘come down for breakfast.’ Steve quickly made his exit, leaving you to slowly get up. He had left you a pair of his basketball shorts and a top to change into, your party outfit not exactly appropriate for breakfast. You quickly changed and ran your fingers through your hair, glancing in the mirror to wipe away any stray make-up on your cheeks.

Steve was waiting for you at the kitchen island, plating up a hefty breakfast.

‘You need to eat,’ he explained, pushing a plate towards you, as you sat down and the smell filled your nostrils you almost gagged.

‘I think I drank too much.’ you pushed the plate away.

‘I know you did.’ he laughed, taking a bite of bacon. ‘Do you remember anything from last night?’

‘I remember drinking, being mad at Billy, then more drinking and just… blank.’ you shrugged. Steve looked up at you,

‘That’s it?’ he asked, you nodded. ‘We had a conversation last night.’ he began. Your cheeks heated up immediately.

‘Oh no… Did I say something dumb? Did I do something dumb?’ you rubbed your hands over your face, trying to hide your red cheeks.

‘Kinda.’ he shrugged.

‘I’m so sorry Steve!’ you quickly blurted out, ‘whatever I said I did please understand I didn’t mean it.’

‘Are you sure?’ he asked. ‘So you didn’t mean it when you told me you liked me?’ everything seemed to stop in that moment, Steve stood and waited for your response. You didn’t know how to respond, there was only one way really. The truth.

‘I meant that completely.’ you whispered, Steve walked around the kitchen island to stand beside you.

‘Good.’ he cupped your cheek and turned you to face him, ‘I don’t know what silly idea you’ve had in your head, but I have always had a crush on you.’ he smirked, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

He leaned down to press his lips to yours, a slow, passionate kiss that had you lost. The kiss was unfortunately interrupted by a knock at the door. It was more of a bang really. Steve pulled away from you, a scowl across his features.

‘You don’t have to look that unhappy about kissing me.’ you chuckled, Steve smiled at you, but it disappeared again when the banging continued.

‘I’ll be right back.’ You watched him over your shoulder as he answered the door. Billy stood in the doorway, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

‘I’m looking for Y/N. Was told she’d be here.’

‘Why the hell do you care?’ Steve snapped. Billy looked past Steve and to you.

‘Slutting it up with old Harrington, huh?’ he smirked.

‘Piss off Billy.’ Steve snapped, moving to shut the door. Billy’s foot stopped it, scowling at him.

‘She was my date and you stole her.’

‘You abandoned her.’

‘Billy piss off.’ you interrupted them, glaring at him from your seat. Billys eyes scanned over you, considering whether it was worth a fight.

‘Fine.’ he dropped his cigarette on the porch and walked away. Steve closed the door and turned to you.

‘Always wanted a girl who could fight her own battles.’ he grinned, walking back towards you.

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nothing starts without you (we become the stories we’ve always wanted): chapter 1/3

When Alex’s former bandmate, Rosa Ortecho, asks him to write a song to help kickstart her solo career, Alex finds himself struggling to write anything at all. Until, that is, he meets Michael Guerin. Or, a loose Music and Lyrics AU. for @alex-guerin @malexsanta

Warnings for suggestive comments, references to past abuse, and references to addiction. Not Maria Deluca friendly.

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“Can you get someone in soon to start making the changes?” Alex asks into his phone, looking around the cabin Jim Valenti left for him in his will. He hasn’t been here in at least a decade, but it’s his now and, while it’s almost exactly what he needs, it’s not exactly accessible.

“I’ve already scheduled someone to get started. He’ll be there the day after tomorrow. Is that soon enough for you?” Alex’s lawyer, Noah, asks.

“It’s perfect,” Alex laughs. “Kyle will be happy to be rid of me.” He’s joking. He knows that, for some reason, Kyle loves that he’s staying with him, loves the chance to catch up for so long. But, really, they both need their own space, if only so Alex can actually sleep in for once.

He’s barely hung up the phone when it rings again and he answers without looking, assuming it’s Noah again with something he’s forgotten.

“Hey, Alex,” Rosa’s voice surprises him.

It’s not that he’s avoiding her, not really. It’s just that, after everything fell apart, he’s surprised to hear from her. “Rosa,” he replies. “How are you?”

“Good. I’ve, um, I went through rehab. And I wanted to apologize. I’ve been sober for two years, actually.”

“That’s amazing.” He’s glad that something good could have come out of their band’s very painful public implosion.

“Yeah, and, like I said, I need to apologize. I said some truly awful things to you and I know you-”

“We were both struggling back then,” Alex brushes it away. “I forgave you long ago.”

Rosa is silent for a moment and then, “I’ve been working on some new music lately.”

Alex frowns. He can’t do this, not again. Not after what happened. “I’m glad. You’ve always been an amazing singer. But, if you’re calling about getting the band back together, I’m sorry, but I’m enjoying my privacy.”

“No, I know,” Rosa replies. “I just… I’m working on a new record and I need a ballad. I was wondering if you’d consider writing one for me.”

He shouldn’t be surprised at the request. He wrote most of their bigger hits, after all, even if Rosa was the face of it all. But he hasn’t written anything new since the band broke up and he’s not sure if he’s ready to go back to mining his trauma for music. He’s not sure if he even can write anything good again. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” Rosa answers quickly. “I mean, if you do write something, I’d love to play it at my concert on Saturday night, but– I can wait.”

“I’ll get back to you,” Alex promises. “And Rosa? I’m really glad you’re doing so well now.”

***

Alex wakes to the smell of coffee and bacon the next morning and comes out of Kyle’s guest room to find his friend busy at the stove. “I should be out of here soon,” he says, using his cane to get himself over to the table.

“You know I don’t mind,” Kyle says, handing him a cup of coffee before returning to the stove. “Having you here reminds me of our senior year of high school.”

“Dealing with all my shit?” Alex asks, careful to keep his tone joking.

“Having a brother. And knowing you were safe.”

Alex wraps his hands around the mug, eyes on it when he says, “I’m not going far. Just to the cabin Jim left me.”

“I’m sorry he never got around to making it accessible for you,” Kyle says, still focused on the stove.

“He did more than enough for me,” Alex brushes it off. “And it’s not like he wasn’t busy with everything else.” He pauses, taking a sip before he says, “Noah is sending someone over tomorrow to get started on it. Well, that and making some necessary updates because I’m not going to rely on that ancient fireplace for heating. Not to mention all the other things that haven't changed as long as we’ve been alive.”

“Good.” Kyle is silent for a moment before he says, “Rosa called me last night. She was worried she overstepped.”

“She didn’t,” Alex replies simply. In truth, he’s pretty sure Rosa couldn’t. At least not with him. She’s been as much of a sibling to him as Kyle has been since they were kids. More than his own siblings. Rosa has been there for him through so much that he’s more than willing to give her as much grace as she needs.

“She said she asked you to write a song for her?”

“Yeah. And I know I should. She deserves it. And the second shot at a music career. I just–” Alex sighs, “I don’t know if I have it in me anymore.”

“Well,” Kyle says, putting a fork and a plate on the table in front of Alex before grabbing his own. “For what it’s worth, I think you should. And not because of what Rosa needs or deserves. It’s what you deserve.” Before Alex can interrupt, he explains, “I know you don’t want to go back to the industry, but, when you left it, I know you lost touch with a lot of your friends. And you deserve to get that back. Those friendships. Or new ones, if that’s what you want. I just– I don’t want to see you spend the rest of your life as a recluse just because some asshole told the world his version of your trauma.” He stops to smile at Alex, “And I know you don’t want to let Jesse Manes win.”

Alex laughs, picking up a piece of bacon and saying, “You’re right about that.”

***

Before the band broke up, Alex never had trouble coming up with lyrics for his songs. But now, he finds himself struggling. He has the start of a tune, but everything he comes up with is terrible.

He was working at Kyle’s house yesterday, but today he has to be at the cabin to let whoever Noah is sending inside and answer any questions they may have. So he’s not expecting to get very far today either.

He gets up when he hears the knock on the door and opens it to find a truly unfairly handsome man standing there, holding a box of tools. “Alex Manes?” he asks and it takes far too long for Alex to nod in response. “I’m Michael.”

“Nice to meet you,” Alex replies, finally offering his hand to Michael’s to shake.

Michael’s hand is warm and his grip oddly comforting and Alex maybe holds it for a moment too long before letting go, judging by the uncertain look on Michael’s face when he lets go and the way he runs his hand through those gorgeous curls.

“Um, the bathroom is just through there if you want to get started on it,” Alex gestures. “If you have any questions, I’ll be over there,” he points to the couch. “Trying to write some music.”

“It might get kinda loud. If you want me to come back later or something–”

“Honestly, the noise probably couldn’t hurt at this point,” Alex laughs.

Michael nods and Alex returns to the couch, trying to work on the song, but mostly getting distracted by Michael walking in and out of the cabin with tools and supplies, paying far too much attention to the way Michael’s jeans ride so low on his hips, the relaxed way he walks, and that damn belt buckle to do more than repeatedly strum the tune he’s already written.

Even when Michael is out of sight, though, busy working on installing bars in the bathroom, Alex can’t seem to get anywhere. It’s not Michael, after all, but him. After having his private problems aired to the entire world, he can’t seem to use them to write a single thing.

He finally just gives up, setting his guitar in its case and picking up his phone, turning his attention to his messages. Unsurprisingly, there are none. After all, he doesn’t really have any friends or family other than Kyle anymore. And that’s his own fault. He was more than happy to disappear from the public eye. He lost a lot of friendships when he cut the rest of the world off.

He’s just about to put his phone back down when he hears Michael singing something to the tune that Alex had been playing.

He gets up as quietly as he can, walking towards the bathroom, curious about what Michael is singing.

Once he can hear it clearly, he knows it’s good. Better, maybe, than anything Alex has written. And he can’t help but wonder why Michael is here, installing bars in his bathroom when he could be writing hits.

“That’s really good,” he finally says, leaning against the wall across from the bathroom door.

“Oh, shit,” Michael curses, dropping the bar he had been holding, looking back at him.

“I’m sorry. I just… I heard you singing and I– You’re very talented. Have you ever considered songwriting?”

“Once or twice,” Michael shrugs. “Long time ago.”

“Well, if you’re interested, I could actually really use your help. I’m trying to write a song for my friend, Rosa Ortecho, and–”

“Thanks for the compliments and everything,” Michael interrupts, tone cold, eyes looking almost pained. “But I’m just here to make this place accessible.”

“Oh. Okay,” Alex frowns. “Sorry for interrupting. I’ll let you get back to work.” He turns around and rushes back to the living room, trying not to think about the look on Michael’s face, trying instead to focus on his guitar and the song he’s been trying and failing to write.

***

Thanks for reading! Chapters 2 and 3 will follow later today!

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Hanged Man || Chapter 16: Through Rose Colored Glasses.

AO3 || Masterlist Pairing: Jacob Seed x Deputy Teagan Reyes Summary:The deputy gains clarity at Joseph's service. Faith visits the enforcer. Word count: 7200+

Warnings: heavy violence, blood mention, gun violence, minor character deaths, (forced) drowning. SOME FLUFF THO!

A/N: thanks to @hoesephseed for reading this over and supporting me through my ramblings and bs. I had to cut this short, but this is a rough ride even, and the future will be too. Enjoy and excuse errors. 💕

It was a usual morning, even for their planned strange Saturday mass, set in the Holland Valley at an old church the Project didn’t use anymore.

Teagan didn’t sleep well. Her emotions and anger ran wildly through her mind, but a routine morning walk helped. Only a bit.

Her cold mother’s words and the strange encounter with the Eden’s Gate Enforcer fueled her unsettled mind.

When she came home, the sound of oil on a skillet and the smell of breakfast filled her lungs when she took in the comforting scent. Jacob was preparing a morning meal for them before their possibly busy day.

Thankful for the food, Teagan sat at the counter. “You’re just turning into the regular househusband, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I just enjoy keeping things in order. I can be nice since you work so hard.” Jacob teased her when he joined her. Pointing her plate to go on eating.

Tearing into the breakfast sandwich, the fried egg bursting when she bit down, and the wonderful combination of the runny yolk and bacon almost washed away her worries.

With a hum of satisfaction, Teagan responded, “Well, I have to work hard; someone has to bring home the bacon. Sure as hell ain’t daddy..”

Jacob laughed, “I know, baby, the least I can do in return is cook you a meal. Make sure you stay strong and healthy. All that training can only do so much,” he said when he flung a hand towel over his shoulder before turning his back to her and waltzing to her living space.

Teagan rolled her eyes and continued her breakfast. Sipping her coffee before she said, “You know I take care of myself all the time.”

“I don’t doubt it, Teagan. But you can humor me.”

Just as she was finishing, she heard her stereo system come on. The old one her father gifted her, or just wanted to get rid of it, turning on and Jacob. Fiddling with the knobs. Wiping any dust down, he saw till he found just the right song.

It was an older song, an INXS song that he enjoined himself.

Jacob motioned her to him. Told Teagan to join him for just a moment. She only rolled her eyes, “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to have a moment,” the Soldier smiled, “I need to show you some moves.”

The flush on Teagan’s freckled cheeks grew, and she dragged her feet when she walked over to her old man, “I have more rhythm in my left foot than you think. You should know.”

“Eh, I’m old, remember? Remind me.” He responded when he stepped behind her.

Jacob’s hands slid under her arms, lifting them a bit and out. Like Christ on the cross, only the wood was swaying behind him.

Don't ask me

What you know is true

Don't have to tell you

I love your precious heart

The smooth beat to the rhythm, Never Tear Us Apart, guides them. Teagan moved her hips with Jacob’s movements.

She smiled when his hands slid down to her hips. Moving and swaying to the beat of the music.

I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

Before he could get any ideas, she sighed softly against his cheek, “Jacob, I’d like a shower first.”

“In a moment,” he was so focused on Teagan. On their rhythm.

We could live

For a thousand years

But if I hurt you

I'd make wine from your tears

Jacob always was a music lover. One of her favorite qualities about him.

Their song goes on. And Teagan thought about Jacob and their last year or so. She didn’t find peace but confidence and strength. Jacob never belittled her, doubted her, or constricted her.

He just pushed her a little when Teagan needed it.

Before the two can get lost in the music filling their minds and their swaying. Teagan told Jacob, “Maybe if your fast enough cleaning up, you can join me in the shower.”

“Fuck the cleaning,” he responded, turning her around to throw Teagan over his shoulder as she laughed and to the shower.

After their not surprisingly long shower, the deputy pulled her hair up and twirled the curls into a bun. Small loose curls framed her face as she continued getting ready, slipping into a long sleeve red henley and some jeans. She pulled down the sleeves a bit, avoiding the faint scars from her encounter with Nelson so long ago. It was easier to pretend she couldn’t pay attention to the scars.

She noticed Jacob’s eyes on her, sighing to himself as he dressed himself. Dressing into his military fatigues from the clean basket of clothes.

“As pretty as you always are, you’re not gonna sport that uniform?” Jacob asked, referring to the shoddy and militant outfit his hunters wore.

Teagan shook her head, “Not my style,” she answered, “I’m sure the boss will forgive me this once.”

“Are you so sure he’s forgiving?” Jacob grinned as he stepped closer to her. Standing over her, she sat at the edge of the bed and nodded with a smile. He brushed her freckled cheeks and nose with his rough fingertips to kiss her. Leaning down and pressed his lips to hers.

She felt the slight tickle of his mustache on her skin, something she had grown so accustomed to.

As she sighed and peered up at him, her dark eyes meeting his, Teagan asked him again, “What was the reason for the service today?”

Jacob shrugged and chuckled softly, “Maybe John wanted to shake things up. Maybe he just wanted to piss you off.”

His baby brother made a point for the deputy to be there. Likely to make a show of power or just pick at her some more.

Teagan didn’t know and didn’t care, pathetic prick.

She was still enraged with his behavior the day prior and heavy with her own mother’s words and her encounter with Thomas.

So much more uncertainty with her place in Hope County. She didn’t feel welcome like before. Her brother was gone, and her mother and father had grown distant from her. Thomas. Nelson Rhodes.

It was just Jacob that made her enjoy being in that hellish hick place.

Teagan foolishly pulled her man by the belt, almost tempting him, “Why don’t we just stay home? And just lay in bed all day.”

The soldier leaned down to her, putting a hand on her chest and carefully pushing her to her back, “As tempting as that sounds, we’re expected.”

When she let out a little pouting whine, Jacob pressed into her. He embraced her and kissed her deeply after; said, “I’m sure we won’t be missed.”

“Hopefully, it won’t be long,” Jacob kissed her cheek and jaw. Planting small kisses on her neck, “Well, we don’t have to be on time?”

Teagan smiled and mewled when she felt his hands moving up her shirt while he nipped her neck, “Don’t forget you mentioned something about camping and focus training?”

His hands ran up her sides and to her bra, smiling against her skin. Still putting kisses to her soft skin. Just pull it down enough to massage her skin.

Teagan gripped his red hair tightly, moaning softly with his kisses and light sucking along her skin.

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The odd couple wasn’t as late as they thought they would be.

They were at an unfamiliar location or one unknown to her. A church Teagan had never been to. The bright sun illuminated the crisp white paint peeling from the years of worn and worship. Or just cheap.

It wasn’t very packed. Some chosen Teagan recognized ones she had tussled with during Jacob’s training; she noticed a few others.

“It’s a bit dead, right?” But Teagan asked Jacob as she held onto his arm, “I thought it’d be more packed.”

But he didn’t give much of an answer. Jacob seemed just as confused.

His blue eyes scanned the room as they stepped inside the church; old and worn, Jacob just shrugged, “Better this way. Means everyone’s working hard.”

A small scoff slipped out, and Teagan rolled her eyes.

Jacob left her one at the tall, bright windows illuminating the dark room.

There were no light fixtures, and the pews seemed older than the compound's. Just a large Eden’s Gate flag backdrop at the end of the church where Joseph stood with his brothers. Speaking to John so hushed and closed his eyes while he shook his head. Some shame in his gaze, but John’s wicked smile made Teagan think otherwise.

As Teagan tried to make sense of whatever John was mouthing, she jumped when she felt a slim hand wrap around hers. Big and lovely rings on the ring, middle, and index fingers; rings that have come across Teagan’s face once. Or twice.

Magdalena.

“Good morning, mamas,” her mother gave her a firm smile. Then, her dark eyes snapped to a pew next to them, “Sit with your mother.”

A deep heaviness grew in Teagan’s throat as she sat per her mother’s instruction. Just the two of them in the row while others scattered to their own seats.

Again, her eyes wandered as she took notes of the people at the Saturday mass. Mainly looking for Jacob to save her.

He was just off on the other side, in the back, standing with John as they spoke quietly. Jacob seemed just as tense as Joseph, while John smiled like a proud child.

Jacob just grinned at her. Maybe to be a comfort as she hated sitting with her mother.

While she sat with her, they made small talk. Her mom commented on keeping her curls up while her own braided. Magdalena fussed and brushed her curls out when Teagan took down her hair.

Teagan asked about her father, and Magdalena only said he wasn’t feeling well.

Magdalena spoke about her uncle’s distillery as Teagan scanned the old chapel. It was almost empty compared to other services. Joseph could pack a house, and this day had such few folks. And many had a rifle by them.

Teagan noticed it quickly. It was odd. Usually, only guards were armed. Not the flock.

Something in Teagan’s belly stirred, and she felt confused.

As Joseph addressed and welcomed his flock, Teagan jumped when she heard the doors slamming closed.

Joseph’s chosen, armed to the teeth. Prepared like guard dogs.

Rough and unruly looking ones.

Her mother’s hand gripped hers tightly to keep her still, “Did you apologize to John?”

“What? You’re not serious,” Teagan snapped quietly. She noted a Chosen on the other side of the room, to the far right, carefully going down the aisle along the big bright windows.

Teagan didn’t take her eyes off her surroundings, even her mother reprimanding her.

“You were out of line!” Magdalena scolded the young hunter in a hushed whisper, “You struck him when he has been good to you and your family. And what did Jacob think?”

“Jacob didn’t care.” Teagan snapped, “Besides, shouldn’t you be more worried about some random man harassing me all the time.”

Her mother only scoffed and dismissed it. Teagan only said, “Fine. Maybe he is not actively bothering me, but he messes with me every chance he gets.” Then she thought it had to do something with Thomas and how John envied him.

“Must not bother Jacob since John is ‘messing’ with you so much.” The petty words from her own mother silenced Teagan.

She could hear Joseph at the front of the church. She was only half listening; her focus was split between her mother and the armed men on either side of the church. She noticed Jacob on the other side of the room. Toward the back, his own eyes watching his brother.

Magdalena didn’t let up, “You think you’re so tough. Some combatiente, that’s your father raising you like a fighter and not like a lady.”

When Teagan tried to cut her off, her mother stopped her. The older woman went on, still gripping Teagan’s hand as Joseph spoke about loyalty and strength; she whispered, “You need to curb your anger, your rage; we don’t get to have that luxury to lash out. We’re better than that. You’re better than that. Letting some man rile you up like that…” She scoffed and shook her head. Her brown, greying curls swaying, “¡Qué ridículo!”

“Joseph did mention to me about you taking up Thomas’s place. An enforcer? I believe he said Jacob suggested it. I don’t know if it’s best. I told him you should be with me.” Magdalena went on.

But Teagan turned it out. She didn’t want to think about Thomas. Or even his job; Teagan didn’t know what that was if she was honest. Thomas was secretive, and she just assumed it was a security role. But considering what it did to them, Teagan would make sure to tell Jacob and Joseph she was uninterested if Teagan had the choice.

It wasn’t the best time for Teagan to bicker with her mother. She didn’t reply; it was enough to satisfy Magdalena while she listened to Joseph’s words.

“I have loved you all; I have embraced you children, and we are creating hope for our future together. But, unfortunately, we all suffer when one of our family strays and loses its way.” Joseph’s voice began to strain, “I have never turned away those sinners, those lost children, the ones that need our salvation. So many have found their way into our home. And have grown our cause in return. That is true loyalty, but not everyone is always grateful for our love.. We protect each other.”

Teagan noticed one man in a grey shirt and a hat a few rows before her. She had never seen him before. He kept looking down when others were fixated on Joseph; it was his row the chosen had stopped at.

“Mom,” Teagan quietly called to her mother, “Doesn’t something seem off?”

The question caught her mother’s attention, and when Teagan explained the emptiness of the church and the strange influx of firearms, her mother nodded.

Confused, Magdalena said, “That’s odd, yes. I don’t like rifles. Usually, it’s packed.”

Saturday masses weren’t uncommon, but Joseph could pack the house even then.

No one dared to miss his words. This was different.

Teagan patted her mother’s tense hand on hers, but before she could reassure her mother, a squirrely voice greeted the women.

It was the Baptist. His dark hair slicked as usual and all cleaned up, grinning with pride as he said his hello, “Mrs. Reyes, I am surprised to see you here.” Magdalena returned the grin with a gentle and warm smile, “Yes! I heard there was a service, and I would never want to miss Joseph’s inspiring words; do you know why there are not many of our brothers and sisters here?”

“And why does everyone seem to be armed?” Teagan inserted her observation, but John’s bright blue eyes only glanced at her. The same petty smirk he gave her when she smacked him for his snide remark.

John gave her a quick and bitter smile, “Nothing that concerns you, dear. Locals are getting rowdy.” Magdalena just said Ay Dios, then went on talking about how the people of Hope County have no respect.

After John agreed with the older woman, he mentioned that his sister requested Magdalena’s services. They were missing a specific compound, and it was apparent that the scientist was needed wherever Faith was. Teagan never knew where this greenhouse was. She never cared.

Magdalena looked to her daughter, her hand still holding hers, “You'll behave?”

“Yes, mama.”

Her mother nodded and kissed her daughter’s hand before leaving the row.

John only smirked and sighed when he plopped down next to Teagan. Listening to Joseph’s sermon till he told Teagan, “How are you enjoying your weekend, Deputy Reyes?”

Teagan ignored his question. Her eyes were still scanning the room and at the armed men. She excused herself, “I’m going to talk to Jacob.”

“Oh, bored already? I suppose you should while you can,” was all he said as he waved Teagan away with a shit-eating grin. Proud and shady.

The deputy just returned his gloating with a hateful stare, “I’m not bored. I just have no patience to deal with you.”

When she quietly snaked out of her row, he was by the window as she joined him. Teagan hadn’t noticed that Jacob had made his way to her side of the church.

Standing at his side as he stood straight and tall, she peered up at him as Joseph gave a passionate speech about how his flock can only grow with loyalty and devotion.

Handsome, his red hair and beard bright as the sun shines through the old paned windows. His scars were more prominent in the light, but Teagan only reached for the scarred hand and held it.

Jacob just eyed her when she said, “Is something going on?”

He shook his head, so casual and nonchalant. Sighing, “No. Everything is as it should be.” His blue eyes snapped to hers, “You wanna get out of here?”

His question was odd, considering their conversation earlier, “I thought we were supposed to be here. Anyway, why is everyone strapped?”

Again, he just shook his head. And said, “Let’s just go. Rather spend time with you before I get busy at the compound.”

Strange.

“You wanted us to be here all morning; what’s changed?” the deputy pressed her man more.

But he just said not now. And said again that they should just head home.

Joseph took in a deep inhale when he lifted his hand to his small flock, the sunlight on him like a spotlight as he went on, “God demands we save those lost souls whether they want to be saved or not.” His hands dropped to his side, his fist balling tightly.

Teagan’s gaze fell on Joseph as he continued his sermon while waiting for her answer from Jacob.

Again the Father spoke of his most faithful and how they protect their home. Then, his voice booming in the half empty church, he raised his other hand this time, “….and some will wish to harm us. Some will wish to destroy all that we have built here together.”

Joseph’s voice softened but grew cold. Harsh when his eyes fell toward Teagan’s side of the church when he said, “And some will betray us.”

As if his words were like a dinner bell, the chosen rows ahead moved quickly. Ripping the stranger from his place as he attempted to struggle, but a rifle to his cheek prevented that.

His hat fell to the ground, and people screamed to grab him. To purge the sinner.

Teagan’s dark eyes blew wide at the scene. Gasping quietly as the chosen hit the man again, John's quiet laugh diminished when he stood up from his seat and he ordered the soldiers to tie him and bring him to Joseph.

Everything felt slow, time stopping as Teagan tried to rush to aid the stranger but felt a quick and tight grip on her arm.

Her broken and rapid breathing did nothing for her anxiety when she glanced down at the heavy hand around her bicep.

Jacob. Her man had a firm hold on her and seethed through teeth, “Teagan. Don’t.”

“Let go of me,” she pulled at her arm, but he didn’t release her, “What the fuck is going on?”

She can hear Joseph’s flock shouting wind down when he said, “my children, please.” And the fighting stranger was brought to his knees in front of the father. The stranger's hands were tied behind his back, the deputy couldn’t see his face, but he kept it down from Joseph.

“Those in the outside world are blind.”

Joseph reached out for the man while Teagan balled her fist and repeated bitterly, “Get the fuck off me right now, Jacob.” She looked back to the commotion, “What the fuck are they doing?!” Her voice began to rise when Jacob’s grip grew tighter.

“They do not believe.”

Her man didn’t let go. Instead, his other hand grabbed her other arm and held her tightly.

He was cold and cruel when he ordered her, “This isn’t your fight. Stand down.”

She tells him again, “Get your fucking hands off me, Jacob.” A deep, engulfing rage boiling when his grip just tightened, “You wanna fight me, Jacob?”

He was quiet for a moment as he scanned her enraged eyes. Then lifted his chin and said, “Is that what you want? Cause I’ll let you take the first shot.” He answered almost immediately. His tone was bitter.

Her freckled face grew hot, “You know what happened to the last man that tried to hurt me?”

The soldier’s hands still held her in place as she answered her, “Yeah, honey. I buried him.” A cold and terrible answer that shut the deputy up.

Teagan felt the familiar bubbling rage build and her face grew hot when she and Jacob kept their eyes locked.

There was a coldness, a dark nature in his eyes and voice that Teagan had never witnessed; the church felt sick even, and Teagan, for the first time, didn’t feel the comfort Eden’s Gate provided. And she didn’t trust Jacob.

A twisting and nauseous sensation built up more when she realized that she was afraid of him at that moment.

Jacob’s hunter and the deputy didn’t move, though. Ignoring the silent mumbling of Joseph’s flock.

The deputy didn’t want to break her focus from Jacob. She was afraid if she looked back just once, he could do anything to her. Could rush her.

“They have no faith.”

Every instinct told Teagan to bite back, to shove her man to the whimpering stranger on his knees. Helpless while armed men stood over him at Joseph’s side while the pastor’s hands held the man’s face. Hushing him to calm the man’s frantic nature.

But Teagan made the mistake of looking back at him. Her dark chocolate eyes snapped back and forth to Jacob’s stern gaze and to the commotion up at the front.

The yellow glasses hid the terrible look in the deranged preacher’s eyes when Joseph said, “But I will make them see,” and the tips of his thumbs pressed into the stranger’s eyes.

Deputy Reyes watched in horror as Joseph shoved his thumbs into the man’s eyes with no emotion but a hateful grimace.

The man’s cries and screams caused the small woman to grip Jacob’s fatigues, burying her hot face instinctively. Whimpering and gasping into Jacob’s chest as his grip grew tighter. Dark, soft curls fell to cover her cheeks. Like a blanket over her as she blocked out the terrible sounds.

The sounds of the poor stranger’s screams slowly grew quieter, and a body dropped.

When the stranger’s sounds ceased, the deputy was trembling and trying to keep in her broken gasps when she glanced down at Jacob’s holster. Eyeing his pistol.

Everything in her, all her little voices and instincts, told her to grab it. She didn’t know what she could do with it. But she only thought of the still stranger at the front. And that Joseph was the cause of it.

Joseph was at the root, but so many emotions began to stir and mostly ones of guilt. The guilt of not seeing sooner what was going on. John and Jacob’s calm nature, the hate and vague rumors against the Project. It all made sense. It made sense that she was stupid enough not to see the truth. And let herself be fooled and blinded.

But she needed to act against the man with blood on his hands.

Teagan hesitated to look at Jacob or Joseph.

Scarred hands still held her tightly, even when she found the courage to peek up through her curls. But Jacob was watching his brother. While eyes focused on Joseph, Teagan felt his chest rise with a deep breath against her palms. Inhaling and tensing his jaw, frustrated.

She was a fool to look back. When she did, Teagan saw Joseph’s bloodied hands raised to the heavens. His expression was tender and grateful, as if God was praising him for his act.

It was fucking nightmare. Teagan’s knees could buckle, and she collapsed and vomited there. She felt sick watching Joseph bask in his victory, John grinning like the devil, and Jacob’s tight hold.

Her throat went dry; her stomach twisted when she finally looked up to Jacob.

The blue eyes she’d grown to adore was dark and cold. His lips were tight when he instructed her, “I’m going to walk you out, calmly.”

But Jacob should’ve known his woman better. Teagan didn’t move. She only stared up at him. Her dark eyes glared with growing resentment. Her lips parted enough to show her gritting her teeth together.

Baring her teeth like a rabid dog when Jacob shook his head, “You won’t win this fight.”

This wasn’t her man. This wasn’t the fabricated boyfriend she loved. And at that moment, Teagan had to act against this new foe.

“Get your hands off me, Jacob,” she said in a hushed order. Her eyes locked on Jacob’s when he told her again that she couldn’t do anything and she would lose this fight.

“I’m doing this for your own protection,” He told her, “I knew you weren’t ready.”

The last comment only enraged her, and Teagan acted quickly when she threw her knee as hard she could into Jacob’s crotch. Taking advantage when he let go of her arms and hunched down in pain, throwing her forehead into Jacob’s face. She could think of the now growing headache; she had to reach for Jacob’s firearm.

Everything was a blur after that. When Teagan pulled the pistol from his hip, she didn’t waste time aiming at the Father.

Her rage took over, and things went black. Teagan could hear shouting, and when she shot the gun, a hard strike to her cheek caused her to miss.

Wrestling with a Chosen soldier over the pistol as another went behind the deputy and lifted her up. Teagan shot the gun again, killing the man that tried to pry the weapon from her.

It did nothing; within seconds, the man behind her threw her to the ground while another held her hand to the floor. Ignoring her swears and threat when the man twisted her wrist till she dropped the firearm.

Teagan’s screams filled the church now, and she could hear some gasps but more so Joseph telling his flock, “Some of our brothers and sisters do not understand. They’re afraid. It’s our place to guide them..”

Her throat would shred if she kept her shouting up. Whimpering and screaming, “Get the fuck off me!” while she kicked her feet. Pulling at her hands to throw her fist into the Chosen’s jaw, but it only freed her hand for the moment.

Jacob was nowhere in her line of sight. She wanted to call and plead for him to help her, but she hated him. Hated him at that moment when she didn’t see him or when he held her tightly.

Staring her down like a snake. Ready to devour her if she moved too quickly.

There wasn’t any time to worry about Jacob when she saw John from the corner of her crying eyes.

She swore she could hear him laugh, but she kept pulling at her hands and kicking her feet when she caught the glimpse of a knife.

A knife that John seemingly played with when he opened it, standing with his men when he hunched down over the deputy. His tacky coat with plains trailed all over, hitting the ground.

A commanding voice echoed through the church as Joseph told his unsettled sheep, “Do not worry for our sister. I said some would betray us, and this is our example. Now, we must prepare. Prepare our loyal family for what’s to come.”

When John waved the knife, Teagan never stopped trying to free her hands and feet, “Now listen, dear, I can’t promise this one will be painless if you keep squirming.”

She was unsure what the fuck he was talking about, but it only terrified her more.

Teagan jumped when she heard a deep, booming, familiar voice, “John. That’s enough.”

It was Jacob on the ground across them, some of his soldiers tending to his busted lip and bloodied nose.

He was huffing and panting to catch his breath, lazily demanding John to stop scaring Teagan.

Still trembling and her lip shivering as she fought her sobs, Teagan watched John sheepishly collect himself.

Pushing back his loose hair, adjusting his shirt, and putting his knife away, “Yes, brother.”

“Take her to the ranch,” Jacob said with a broken, tired sigh.

His hazed blue eyes caught Teagan’s burning dark eyes. They were hateful, tearing into his with the restatement. Fear.

Teagan kept her sobs in when she looked at Jacob. She wanted to be thankful, but she did not understand her situation.

She wanted just to weep.

When Joseph asked his church to join in a hymn, John took it as the go-ahead. Having his people grab Teagan’s limbs, carrying her out of the church as she screamed.

Yelling, “No!” and “Get your hands off me!” and more threats. None at Jacob. She couldn’t think of him.

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It was closing time at the Marina, and the owner and her young man made sure to head to town for a good night.

Naturally, Ms. Drubman tried to get Thomas to join them, but he just denied her.

He cleaned up the shop as usual. Hosing the docks down as the sun set on the Montana waters was comforting and serene.

The atmosphere was just the right amount of cool and hot to allow him to wear a mesh crop top he had just purchased at a garage sale.

He was sure they gave it to him for .50 cents to get rid of him when they saw the tattoo on his forehead. His sins riddled along his deformed body. Thomas began to wear his ball cap backward to at least hide the tattoo as much as he could. To feel more normal.

It was the day James and Marshal were meant to gather more intel on Joseph. Thomas’s ticket out of Hope. And to make sure Teagan was safe out of harm's way.

So close. I’m still a good man. Just a bit longer.

The former peggie started looking up the California lifestyle, checking trades he could learn while incarcerated. He was almost excited to work on his GED inside. He even cut down his smoking.

He smiled to himself, thinking of all the possibilities his future could have. And just hoped his friend would be there.

Thomas owed her that much.

When he finished sweeping the floors and taking out the trash, he heard a knock on the door of the marina.

Knocks grew more frantic the longer he took. When he looked out the glass, he saw the sweet familiar face of Faith Seed.

Her light brown locks flipped as she looked around her; she was shaken when she called out to Thomas.

Thomas told her friend to hold on while he switched off the cameras. Adelaide would kill him if she saw Faith there.

“Faith! Are you okay?” He said as soon as she entered when he unlocked the door. Holding her flushed face.

Faith was panting rapidly, whimpering when she embraced Thomas, “Oh god! Tom! Something’s going on!”

He offered her a seat and a drink of water to calm down, “Faith, are you okay? No one’s hurt you, right?”

The young woman shook her head. Taking in a deep breath before she spoke. Faith’s words were careful as she calmed down, “Oh, Tom. James is gone! He just disappeared!”

His face soured with confusion, twisting when she went on to say that James packed up with a woman and left town.

“I don’t understand! He’s gone but… oh god. He’s betrayed us, Tom.” She choked up a sob, “He brought the authorities here!”

No, no, no. Fuck! No! Thomas’s face went white. He tried to keep a stone expression and to keep himself composed. What about the Marshal?

Tom wondered if she was there to beg him to bring James back. To put him down like he did Mr. Collins.

He could only guess as he asked, “What authorities, Faith? What are you talking about?”

Faith went on to tell Tom about the events at the church. Joseph attacked the Marshall, gouging his eyes out, and had him taken to Jacob’s armory. “He was there recording Joseph! He could’ve had some setup for all we know, and the police could have it.” She wiped the tears from her hot cheeks, “I’m so sorry to burden you. It’s just so scary to think about us losing our home.”

Thomas didn’t say anything. He just bit his lip and exhaled. His hands shook as his anxiety built at the thought, my way out is gone. A US marshal is dead and the trail leads to me.

He couldn’t shake his fears and worries when Faith embraced him, weeping and telling him she was afraid.

When she asked him why he was shaking, “I’m sorry, Faith. This all so much, and I’m sorry you’re so shaken. I just haven’t had a cigarette for a bit.”

She laughed softly and smiled, “It’s okay. I’m sorry, too! But I have something else to tell you.”

This is it. This is when she pins me as the rat.

Faith looked to the ground and stepped back, “It’s about Teagan..”

Any fear he had, tripled when he heard the name. And he grabbed Faith’s shoulders gently, leaning away to lock his gaze on her, “What about Teagan?”

“She’s…. She went crazy! Teagan lost it at the church!” Faith started to throw her hands up. Her face red and her hands trembling, “She shot at Joseph and killed Benny! Teagan even attacked Jacob! It took four men to put her down!”

Faith's voice cracked with worry, and her hand caressed Tom’s pale face, “John took her to the ranch. I’m sorry.”

The ranch was a nightmare for anyone against the Project. John's torture and terrible acts on unfaithful and less cooperative souls were unspeakable. And Teagan was on her way there.

A sour feel in Thomas’s belly and throat built at the thought, and he realized Faith. He almost wanted to collapse, “When did they send her there?”

“Uh.. just a bit ago.”

“Ok. Ok, Faith. You know what John is. I need to get my stuff from the back, and I’ll head there.” Tom stammered and tried to calm himself, “You’ll come with me?”

Faith’s thumbs picked at each other, “Do you think that’s wise?”

She jumped when he shouted her name and shuddered a “Please. She doesn’t deserve that.”

The young woman nodded and said okay. He hugged her tightly and thanked her. Kissing her forehead gratefully and telling Faith he’d be right back.

Rushing to the back of the store, to the bait room where they kept tubs of minnows and goldfish. Tom quickly grabbed his backpack and stuffed his grey sweatshirt inside, his hat, and nicotine gum. He heard the front door bell when he reached for the keys to lock up.

He had called out to Faith, asking her if she was there. But it was a tall wormy face bastard that answered.

Jordan Hayes stepped into the bait room, grinning from ear to ear, “Hello, brother. Been a while.” A deep scar was heavy across his cheek when Teagan smashed her cast on his face.

Tom shook his head with a bitter smirk, “Fuck. She played me?” He asked, tossing his backpack to the ground, “what is it, Jordan?”

“Dues,” Jordan quickly answered. The tank standing tall when another two chosen stepped into the bait room.

Hayes glanced around the room, “You seem like you're in your element. Bottom feeding in the trash like the little rat you are.”

“Fuck you,” Thomas snapped at Jordan, taunting him “This all some trick to fucking kill me? Do you really need three assholes to do it? That’s sad.”

There was silence for a moment. The only sound was the filter to the bait tanks going. The innocent fish were oblivious to their hostile environment while the Peggies were staring down their cornered brother.

“You seem to have forgotten you owe John a favor,” Jordan laughed, and Thomas bit down the urge to rush him.

It took Thomas everything not to beat Jodan’s face in when Tom told him to fuck off.

“Apparently, you owe John for getting your little deputy out of trouble,” Jordan said as he picked at some dirt under his nails, “What our Faith said was true. James bailed with some woman ratting to some cop. The nerve to bring him to the church too, but we knew about that.” A slight grimace appeared on Jordan’s face when he brought up Teagan, hate in his voice when he touched a nasty scar on his face, “And Ms. Reyes is… Incapacitated at the moment.”

Thomas felt his blood boil and cut Jordan off, pointing to his former brothers, “Enough of this shit. Why are you here?”

A foolish question. Tom knew why they were there. Another hunting trip, hunting his friend. Taking James and the reporter out of the picture. And Jordan confirmed it, “Joseph and John have requested you seek out James and this stranger. And… do what you do best.”

“No,” Tom was firm. He was out, and he refused to bloody his hands anymore for the sake of Eden’s Gate.

It seemed that Hayes was anticipating Thomas’s answer. Jordan looked to his two other companions with a slight smirk, and he hummed to himself, “You see, John was sure you’d refuse. So there is an unpaid debt.. And I have been instructed to make sure it is cleared.” A life for a life. James or Thomas. He couldn’t worry for Teagan yet. He had to hope that Jacob kept her breathing. Tom knew that this was his death sentence. And Joseph assumed he would kill in his name and beg for his forgiveness.

“Well… John should’ve come himself for this.”

Jordan shrugged, “Busy..” he let out a deep exhale before scratching his unruly beard before he stepped out of the doorway. The other chosen followed suit, “If you refused your dues and after the kindness the family has shown you, you know what comes next.” After Selena and Rose, the Seeds had no more room for pity. Thomas had to accept it. His life was nothing, he had no future now that Marshall was killed. James could have a future still.

Hesitant, Thomas stepped forward as the Peggies moved away from the door. Letting him through, only Thomas wasn��t ready to die. Not at the hands of some cultists.

When he felt a hand from the shorter chosen reach grab his shoulder, Tom took the chance to throw his elbow into the man’s nose. Shoving him back while throwing a punch into the other lackey’s jaw. Another one quickly before he could fight back.

Thomas was fast, and when Jordan grabbed his shirt, he was thankful the thin mesh fabric ripped.

Tom stumbled a bit when Jordan pulled him, but it didn’t stop him from rushing him. Getting the upper when Jordan struggled to stay on his feet. And slid back on the slick tile, falling on his back.

Quick to take the chance, Tom dropped down. Grabbing Jordan’s shirt collar and slamming his tight fist into the man’s face.

Over and over, each heavy hit was anger and frustration being released. Tom’s hands going for Jordan’s neck.

He felt Jordan’s hands reach you to his face. His sweaty blonde locks fell down as Jordan tried to claw at his flushed face. His neck. Anything as he struggled to breathe.

Everything that Thomas had gone through, his pain and suffering, came pouring out when he tightened his grip around Jordan’s throat.

Tom fought the tears in his eyes from the built up emotion.

One of the chosen slammed his rifle into Tom’s back and pulled him by his blond hair off Jordan, causing the young man to fall to the side.

Tom fell onto one of the bait tanks, the sweet little minnows swimming frantically from the sudden impact. As he tried to pick himself up with his hands on the sides of the open tubs, he felt one of them grab his wrist and his head. Trying to shove him down into the water.

When a steady hand slipped, Tom lost his balance. His face was inches from the water before he heard the smug voice behind him.

Jordan called a rat motherfucker and assisted his soldier, pushing Tom’s head into the tank.

The water was colder than he imagined. An Immediate panic sank in and he began to frantically trash. Trying to push back from the hold, trying to throw his one free hand back against anything.

But his panicking and fighting back did nothing to save him. It felt like time was slipping by as he began to struggle to keep his breath. His mind slipping away as he tried to fight it, trying to keep awake as the men kept his head under the water.

Little minnows swimming so excitedly around him. As if terrified while Tom’s fighting started to cease, and his body grew slack as his blue eyes closed as he slipped away.

When his body went limp, the three Peggies let go of him. Tom’s body drops to the ground, a puddle of water built up from the fighting and now from Tom’s wet body.

Jordan’s bloodied nose and swelling lip aching him. He shoved one of the men when they snickered and said, “Tom always was a fighter.”

“Throw him in the River. Let him be someone else’s find,” Jordan commanded the men. Proud of himself. Killing Joseph’s favorite, Faith’s favorite. The brother that everyone loved but Thomas was nobody. Jordan cared. He dedicated his life and riches to the project, while Tom was only loved for his pretty smile.

It was Jordan’s turn for that praise and love.

“It’s done, Sister,” Jordan told Faith when he stepped outside.

Faith was weeping and sobbing. She didn’t want to hear how Jordan did it, “He was a good man.” She smiled as tears poured down her face. Jordan fought the urge to cradle the young Seed. She would move on and see this as a show of his devotion.

One of the chosen rushed out of the store, “Sister Faith! It’s.. well, Thomas is still breathing a bit.”

Faith looked at Jordan, shocked and disappointed. A small rage in her face as she glared at the anxious chosen.

Faith collected herself and lifted her face. Her sweet face turned red as she scowled when she ordered her men, “Take him back to the bunker. I’ll handle this..”

#im sorry!!!#everything's fine #oc: teagan reyes #oc: thomas keller #fic: hanged man #jacob x teagan #x: be my victim #jacob seed x deputy #jacob seed #far cry 5 fic #fleetwood fics

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A little scared to post this, but it has been sitting in my draft for years. Okay, so I am not used to doing fanfiction and I’m awfully embarrassed by it, but here it is— fanfiction of First Kill but with an age progression so the main characters are well into college almost Grad School, the families know about the relationships and are more than cordial. Any other details that would make this problematic, let’s assume have been solved. This is about the characters and their relationship and has nothing to do with the actual people/actors that portray them. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of blood, sex, periods, sex on periods possibly, pain, etc…

so Part 1 I guess.

“Good Morning gorgeous.”

I walked into the kitchen to be greeted by the smell of waffles, eggs, and bacon and my girlfriend, leaning over the counter sipping blood out of a Starbucks cup.

“Hi, thanks for making me breakfast.”

I come around and kiss her gently on the cheek which makes her give off a sad whine.

“You know our rule. You have to brush your teeth first.” I smirk knowing that the rule is in play just so I can get her to make her little, cute sad face.

Juliette looked at me laughing before pulling me in for a kiss. It was equal parts rough and gentle and it made me want to pick her up and take her back to bed right now. But forever being the responsible one, she wouldn’t let me as she broke off the kiss and pointed towards the food.

“No, you need to eat food first and we have classes today.”

“Get out of my head ma’am.” I yelled with mock offense, but if she stays in there then she will see some things.

Still, knowing that she was right I picked up my fork and started on my food. Not actually upset by the bloody kiss which actually made me want her more. It’s weird, like, who’s the vampire anyways?

Juliette looked me up and down, shaking her head as our eyes met.

“If it wasn’t your mind, then it’s going to be your face. So either way I know exactly what you are thinking and speaking of, please stop thinking of fucking me during your classes or giving me fuck me eyes while we are in class! We’re in college to learn, not to rip each other’s clothes off. Ooh, if only Ms. Talia knew what you were up to!”

My head shot up from the plate after she said something about my Mom.

“I know you wouldn’t.” I gave her a glare looking deep into her soul.

“I know my Mom is accepting, but chill out with that Jules.” I tried to find something else to say, but couldn’t give the same threat as Mrs. Fairmount would be overjoyed at her child showing any form of aggression. She often jokes that I might be more of a vampire seeing that Jules loves to heal her hickies slowly because she loves looking at the marks.

She gave me those cold blue eyes and I tried not to show how bothered I was by her statement, knowing that my Mom, if not big on monster hunting, has always been huge on education. Also, that reminded me that I needed to call her, see where the fam is right now and tell them to stop sending Tess to look after me. Last time we had to help her clumsy, drunk ass out of the bushes of a nearby sorority house.

I rolled my eyes taking another bite of this waffle. If you didn’t want to get fucked then stop looking so good all the time.

“You always think I look good, I could be wearing anything and you’d want to fuck me, but anyways, your period is about to start. So I’m going to go because you become a horny demon at first and then a sweet baby, like a Sour Patch kid.” Juliette smirked looking at me from her cup before adding, “and smelling your blood has…actually I don’t want to talk about it.”

Hmm, no matter how beautiful she’s grown to be, she’s still that shy girl that I met in high school and when she blushes it is the cutest thing.

“Babe, can you try to stay with me this time? I know you can’t resist me, but I need you here. You always leave, and the gifts, food, etc that you send me are nice, but it doesn’t beat having my girlfriend here with me.”

I walked around the counter, putting my dishes in the sink before coming to hug her from behind while kissing on her neck.

“Please.” I turn her around, giving her my best puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, okay, but I need you to put a pad on and take this medicine right now. I guess you’re going to see why I leave.”

She sighed while giving me a soft smile before going with me to get dressed.

About an hour, a shower, teeth brushing, getting fully dressed, and one attitude later.

“So you couldn’t tell me that I started when we were in the kitchen?” I yelled from behind her.

She was checking herself in the mirror and getting the keys when she chuckled and gave me a wicked little grin. “I’m sorry baby, I tried to hint at it and if I would’ve told you outright then you wouldn’t have eaten your breakfast.”

She pulled me in, kissing me on the cheek while pulling us both closer to the door.

“You have medicine and water in your bag, but I also packed some extra for you in mine. If it becomes too painful we’re leaving and either going to the hospital or coming back home okay?”

I kept walking, not really paying too much attention to what was going on and why this was so serious. She stopped walking and held my face gently, concern evident as she looked me in the eyes.

“If it gets too painful, we are leaving.” She repeated.

“Okay, but I can tolerate the pain. This isn’t anything new to me.”

She shook her head agreeing with me. “I know…and you’re always really strong about it, but I don’t like it when you’re in pain. I can’t stand it actually.”

I pushed her hair back and held her face in my hand. “I’ll be fine. I’m taking pain medicine, it won’t be too bad I promise.” I kissed her cheek knowing that I was lying, but we kept walking and she didn’t question anything .

“I hear you, but you don’t understand.” She walked a little faster trying to out pace me, but I caught up taking her by the hand.

“Then tell me, so I will.”

She gave a quick blush, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Seeing her hair go up made me a little sad, but that’s besides the point.

“It’s embarrassing, also don’t do that, you can always take it down later.”

She gave me a flirty grin before using her speed to run ahead. I was going to run after her when a cramp stopped me in my tracks making me double over in pain.

She ran back towards me, holding me up so I wouldn’t fall over.

“Nope, we’re going back to the dorm. No class today, I’ll send emails.”

I grit my teeth together trying to pull off a smile while standing back up. “I’m fine, I promise, just get the pain medicine out of my bag please.”

She reached for my bag, but another cramp came that had me about to throw up.

“Nope, we both know that you already took it too late or forgot completely. We’re going home.”

She looked around before picking me up in a wedding carry and speeding back to the outside of the apartment.

“Here, two and you’re going to sleep.”

I took the pills and water from her giving up. “Okay.” I know I said that I wanted her to stay, but if she gets so upset seeing me in a little pain then I don’t know how she’ll react being with me right now.

We made it to our room and I ran straight into the bathroom throwing up the breakfast she made. While I was dying, she made the bed, got my heating pad, and sat watching me slowly walk to the bed to lay down.

“You looking at me like that is giving major creep vibes.” I knew she was only doing it because she was worried, but I couldn’t let her be too worried without joking on her a little.

Instead of continuing to give off creep, she stood up and paced the room. I guess she must’ve been very nervous because I could hear her thoughts, something that had never happened before.

It’s okay. She’s going to be okay. She’s not dying. She’s just in pain, which I hate. I hate it. I hate it. Okay, what can I do to help? Okay, she has her heating pad, medicine, I’ll make a warm bath when she is feeling better and wants to get up, does she want cuddles, oh my God she smells so good. Fuck, I need to leave before I eat her. Well, there is some research that an orgasm helps with cramps, but I don’t want her to think that I’m horny. Eating her out right now does sound good, I wouldn’t let a single drop fall. No. No. No. I’m being a horrible girlfriend right now. She’s in pain, I’m going to go cuddle her. Fuck I need to eat. Fuck, she smells sooo good.

I opened my eyes to feel her under the covers in between my legs.

“Babe!”

Her eyes had turned and her fangs were out.

“Babe! Baby!”

She finally came to and went beside me.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what got into me.”

She looked worried, scared, and I could hear her thoughts going a mile a minute. But only one stood out.

She’s going to break up with me.

“Baby, come here.”

I held my arms out, waiting for her to fill the space between them. She took my heating pad, restarting the time and heat on it before slowly coming to lie just above the heating pad. I played in her hair finally taking the ponytail down. A win is a win.

“I’m not going to break up with you. Not now, not ever. You even thinking that breaks my heart, okay?”

She nodded looking down. I could feel her shaking as her tears fell to her arm.

“Aww baby.” I lifted her up, wiping her face.

“Okay…but I have to tell you something that’s a little creepy and embarrassing. I should’ve told you earlier when I brought it up, but ever since I bit you I can feel what you feel. I try to ignore it and block it out if I can, but the bigger the feeling the harder it is to block. So when you started cramping I could feel how much pain you were in, it terrified me. And I am never here when you’re on your period because your blood is intoxicating and me loving you makes me want to umm relieve your pain any way possible, also your blood can make me a little tipsy to say the least. I don’t want to talk about it, but I leave because I’m trying to protect you from me, the monster.”

She hung her head down and it’s like I could feel her heart cracking and it hurt so much. I never knew she was going through all of this or even that me calling her a monster so long ago still affected her. I could feel the pain radiating off of her when she said it and although I have questions about her being able to feel what I feel, I think I’m starting to understand her a lot more.

I pushed her hair back and we laid together like that until I fell asleep. When I woke up, she had some more pain medicine, fruit, and water in her hands.

“I know you don’t eat much the first two days, but you need to eat something and I thought something light like this might help.” She put the bowl of fruit on the bedside table before giving me her signature shy grin while holding the meds and bottle out for me to take.

“Thank you my love.” I took the medicine and drunk water from the bottle before eating a couple pieces of fruit. “Do you want to cuddle again?” She just stood there frozen and I could sense the fear.

“ You aren’t going to hurt me.” I reached out for her and she took my hand kissing it before cuddling me and restarting the heating pad which I hadn’t realized had gone out.

With her arms wrapped around me my mind started wondering to earlier. I know she was talking about period pain, but now it just makes me wonder if she can feel how much she turns me on, when she makes me cum, and other things like that? Wait, can she feel when I masturbate? Is there a way that I can feel what she feels? If yes, then that would explain why she’s so sensitive when it’s my turn to please her and I think I kind of already feel what she feels. Well, at least I can feel the sadness.

She had the biggest blush on her face as she turned away from me in bed .

“To answer your questions, yes. Now stop thinking before you start something.”

Stop thinking? Maybe I want to start something.

“No you don’t. We’ve never had sex while you’re on your period and some of the lore about it is real. Very real.”

She turned back around snuggling closer into me, her head now on my chest. Before I could ask about the lore, she started back talking.

“You’ve always relaxed me, from the first time I saw you back when I was hurting myself trying not to kill someone. You’d come into the room and I couldn’t feel any of the pain. Even right now listening to your heartbeat, how it gets a little faster when we kiss or when I touch you like this.” She gently traced her fingers down my spine while looking into my eyes. This girl. “Or just hearing your thoughts can help put me at ease. Well, not right now, you horny freak, but usually.” She looked into my eyes and pulled me into a kiss.

At this point I grabbed her so she was on top of me.

I sat up so our faces were inches apart and brought her into a kiss before drifting to her neck.

“If you weren’t blocking them, could I hear your thoughts and feel what you feel?” I asked her in between kissing the sweet spots on her neck and rubbing her hotspots.

“Uhh…fu-fuck yesss.” I could see the lust in her eyes as she was trying her best to restrain herself.

“Let me in.” I ordered licking her neck before sucking and biting trying to leave hickies.

Her head tilted back and I could feel her hips grinding into mine, just trying to get any friction that she could. A low moan came from her lips and I could see her fangs. I could feel her ragged breathing by my ear, then she pulled away. I kept hold of her waist so she couldn’t go too far.

“Baby, we can’t. If we do, a lot will happen and I don’t know if we’re ready for those changes.”

She looked at me sadly while pulling my hair away from my face.

“Tell me what happens and we can decide together.”

She tried to get off of my lap, but I kept a stronghold looking her up and down with a straight face. She sighed, making herself more comfortable.

“There’s old lore about the powers of period blood as in someone eating or consuming another person’s links them. The lore is true, but for vampire couples it is a lot extra. In essence I’d become addicted to you in a way, as if, I could become anymore enamored by you. But that’s the lore and since we are in love, apparently it gives some powers to both parties if the vampire has the sexual acts reciprocated.”

She blushed looking away.

“As if I’d ever leave you hanging, but is this, this lore part of the reason why you usually aren’t around?”

She shook her head signaling yes.

“And it doesn’t matter,because that’s not happening. Not right now at least, I mean some things can happen, but just not the reciprocation right now.”

She rambled nervously as a blush crept onto her face. I pulled her back in, kissing her again. Bringing her hair back I stared into her eyes.

“I’m not opposed to it, but we don’t have to either. I don’t want to do anything you aren’t ready to do , but can you take the boundary down and fully let me in? I know it’s your last defense, but I’m your girlfriend and I’m not going anywhere, understood?”

She shook her head agreeing before I kissed her passionately once again. She slowly started grinding onto me again.

“Okay baby, I’m ready.” She moaned and like a flood I could feel how much she wanted, no needed this.

“Fuck, shit.” I gasped as I could feel how wet she was and her clit throbbing as if it were my own. I could feel my touch on her and how it felt like electricity was going throughout me.

I trailed my hand to her waist and pulled her panties aside before slowly putting a finger inside of her. Our eyes locked, we moaned together as I could feel the pleasure she was getting.

She needed my touch, was craving it, so badly. Trying to keep her composure, to not fuck me senseless. I could feel all of it, her back arching from my touch, my tongue on her neck, fingers exploring her insides, her shaking, the need for more.

“Baby, if you needed me this much you should’ve said something.”

She let off a breathy giggle. “I didn’t know how? Ugh fuck me please.” She pleaded needing more than just my one finger to get her off.

“Asking like that is a good way to start.” Heating pad and pain be damned, I’m going to fuck this girl senseless.

Both of us switched positions her back on the bed while I straddled on top of her. A bit of pain came back, but I couldn't care less at the moment which left one of us.

“Babe, no.” She gently placed me beside her and reset my heating pad on my stomach.

I could feel her need, how much she wanted me, but overpowering that was worry, her wanting me to feel better.

“But, I know how much you need this right now and I don’t want to leave you horny. A little pain won’t kill me.” I reached towards her only for her to pull back.

“It won’t kill you, but it’ll hurt me knowing that you’re hurting.”

“Okay, but you aren’t getting it.” I looked towards her.

“I’ll be fine, I’m right here, I’m not leaving.”

I pulled the finger out, licking it as I looked her in the eyes.

“I know how much you need this right now. You’re always putting yourself last and making sure that I’m okay, that I feel good, as your girlfriend it’s my job to put you first. So you’re going to lay down and you’re going to let me fuck you, then afterwards I’ll do whatever you want even if that is just cuddling and taking medicine. But right now, you’re wet, horny, and I can feel how much you want me to just take you, so let me.”

I looked into her eyes, rubbing up and down her thigh. I love her reactions, how sensitive she is with me. She shook her head eagerly before taking her clothes off.

“Okay.” She guided my hand back to her pussy. “But I’m doing to you whatever you do to me.”

I slid a finger inside curving it to hit her spot and was rewarded with a moan before she easily slid a finger into my folds, finding my spot just as easily.

On a regular day I’m super sensitive to her touch, but right now, I’m trying my hardest not to cum. I need to get her off first, I can’t let her make me cum first.

I slid another finger inside of her and found a rhythm curving it to hit her spot every time. I started pounding into her, her moans coming out like sweet music. I could feel her orgasm building, her shaking underneath me, and trying her best to keep her fangs at bay.

Her eyes were closed and she was running away from the pleasure. Her body slightly backing away from me everytime I thrust my fingers inside, slowly making her take less and less.

“Stop running and look at me when I’m making you cum. You’re such a sub for me.”

She hissed her fangs very much out and her eyes glowing with pleasure. I had her right how I wanted her, but somehow she flipped me over taking my clothes off while sliding a towel underneath me.

She had my legs opened and up so fast that I couldn’t think before her tongue made contact with my throbbing clit. She tore my underwear off before sticking two fingers inside of me fucking me like she hates me and now I’m the one running away, not able to look or speak to her. She was bringing me to the point of tears, fucking me while sneaking a meal. Her eyes glowed with a slight twinkle as she kept working to make me cum harder than I have before.

She was in my head saying all the right things to make me cum.

You’re such a good little slut, now come for Mommy. I want to taste you all over my tongue. You taste so good right now baby, give me more. Reward me for fucking your pussy like this. Oh my, you look so good, I’m cumming just looking at you. Fuck, you’re so beautiful, cum for me My Pretty Girl.

Between her being in my head and fucking the hell out of me I was panting, cumming at will, almost about to pass out.

She kissed me, pouring water into my mouth which I happily accepted before screaming as she continued to abuse my spots. My legs shaking as my eyes fluttered she kept fucking me hard.

Uhh it’s so nice seeing you turn into a little puddle like this for me. Such a good girl taking my fingers. You’re cumming so much baby.

And I was cumming hard, no words just sounds and I couldn’t even get my thoughts together. My mind went blank as the feeling got stronger.

I tried to keep in control of my body, but I could feel myself giving in to my more aggressive self. She’s only seen this side of me once or twice when I was a bit too over stimulated, which is why I try to keep it down, but I can't right now. If she wants to be a monster, then she’s about to meet her match.

“Baby, we f-fuck need to stop before. “ I choked out as I was shaking from another orgasm.

“I’m not stopping, bring it on baby. I can feel you about to switch, but I am too. Let’s see how this works out.”

“Fu-fuck, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I looked into Juliette’s eyes trying my hardest to chill, but it didn’t work, I was cumming undone.

“You did, but I’m going to enjoy this. “

I shook in the bed, cumming so hard that I couldn’t stop myself from moaning loudly. I could feel Juls tonging me through my orgasm leading me to another one.

“F-fuck.” My juices were spilling out of me and Juliette wasn’t missing a single drop. She came up with her mouth wet as her tongue licked around to get every drop. Her fingers still trapped inside of my pulsing pussy going in and out had me in a trance. I couldn’t take it anymore…

#first kill #calliette #fanfic #netflix #black lgbt #vampire #vampire hunter #calliope burns #juliette fairmont #firstkillfanfic #smut

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i-like-sparkly-things · 2 years

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Mother's day

Pairing : Will halstead × Kim burgess

Pain. Yet everything was numb. The voices got louder and louder. the mind deafening footsteps got closer.

Pain. She could feel the water soak her skin. Her head pounded. The girl's shallow breaths filled the tiny bathroom, as she coughed up more water.

Pain. Low and sharp in her abdomen. She panted against the cold tile, in a near fetal position in the bathtub.

Summary : Kim gets to celebrate her first Mother's day with her second child.

Word count : 1.7k omg

Warnings : miscarriage (sort of graphic) , loss of child , flask back to canon bathtub scene in cpd , this is kind of a roller-coaster oh well

Note : This is the first crackship I'm publishing please please be gentlee. Also this is Kim centric!

MASTERLIST

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She woke up, her arm involuntarily searching the bed, only to find it empty.

The curtains were closed, as her eyes opened to the light sneaking under the door from the living room.

The smell of pancakes was a surprise. She usually made breakfast .

Always had, for as long as she could remember.

She pushed the duvet off , and tiptoed into the kitchen in hopes of finding Will .

Racking her brain, she was sure she hadn't missed anything .

Their birthdays were long gone , recalling the cozy mornings and the trip to the cabin, leaving Aurora , their nine month old, with Jay and Hailey.

She fell in love with the hammocks and the open sky, waking up to the smell of the rain was a stark contrast to Aurora's early morning cries.

Her ears followed the sizzle of bacon to find Will, who was only in his sweatpants, at the stove like it was a normal thing to do.

The sun worked its magic, flowing through the balcony windows, making the thousands of freckles on Will's back standout.

"See this is a sight I can get used to" she smiled, making her way around the counter.

There was no need to rush. This was their world. Their home they built together.

A little bubble all to themselves.

The apartment was cozy and on Kim's salary as a sergeant and Will's as chief of the ED, they didn't hold back on any aspect.

They spent a lot of time hand painting the walls and picking out the right decor when they were moving in. And had even paid extra for the bigger balconies.

"Oooh...... cant say the same to you" Will chuckled.

Kim's morning hair was sticking up in all sorts of angles, almost like a pompom.

Not to mention Will's hoodie was sagging from her shoulders, reaching to the top of her shorts.

"Take that back!!"kim laughed, hitting his chest in mock offense but Will just shrugged, "sorry" not sounding sorry at all.

He turned off the stove and wrapped his arms around Kim, bringging her into him.

Easy mornings like these had become were a rarity, and he would make them worth while.

They swayyed to the sound of the radio and the cars rushing past them.

"What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you know that you're banned from the kitchen?''

"I'm what??"

In one swift motion, Will was hoisting her over his shoulders, carrying her to bed.

"Will!!" Kim squealed bursting out into laughter.

Will threw her onto the bed....... or at least that's what he wanted to do until Kim snaked her arms around his neck, bringing him down with her.

"Hey " he pouted, in mock annoyance as he hovered above her.

This was their life now. Their home echoed the quiet laughter and smelled of winter and chestnut.

Amidst a crazy world filled with crazy people, they had made a bubble.

A bubble so warm and intimate yet so firm and strong. They were each other's life lines in a world of uncertainties.

Giggles turned into pants as their foreheads were pressed against each other.

Neither of them bothered to open their eyes.

"This isn't fair" Will pryed his eyes open, raising an eyebrow at the accusation.

Will sighed, gently squeezing at her waist as if he was preparing her for what he was about to say.

"We had a deal. I always cook breakfast and you always cook dinner. We've been doing that for the past three years. Why is today so special?"

He had a glint of pride in his soft brown eyes but underneath was what Kim could only describe as sorrow.

"It's Mother's Day" he whispered.

He winced, feeling Kim stiffen under him.

Pain. Yet everything was numb. The voices got louder and louder. the mind deafening footsteps got closer.

Pain. She could feel the water soak her skin. Her head pounded. The girl's shallow breaths filled the tiny bathroom, as she coughed up more water.

Pain. Low and sharp in her abdomen. She panted against the cold tile, in a near fetal position in the bathtub.

Pain. It was radiating, slowly crawling up her body. Gripping onto her every nerve.

Pain. Her furlough. The cold gel on her stomach. The positive test.

The baby.

Her baby.

Will enveloped Kim, holding her tight against his chest, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

He slowly laid down next to her. "It's alright. You're alright. It's okay to cry. " he soothed.

Her baby. She could hear people yelling. The static of the walkie talkies. The paramedics. The machines. Everything. But at the same time, nothing.

Her baby. She could hear the sirens. The red and blue lights flashing. The cop cars racing through the street.

Her baby. The gurney rolled. The warm stethoscope. The cold gel. The gasp from her doctor.

Her baby. Blinking, she woke up. The city lights were flickering.

Her baby. The city was alive and bustling. Cars rushed past.

Her baby,

was dead.

Her eyes flew open "Hey, you're here. " they darted across the room, landing on Will.

A child's screams echoed through the apartment making her jolt.

She placed her hands on either side of his face, gently shaking her head '' Will.... '' she whispered, lowering her head hoping the tears on her cheeks would fade away.

"Hey, look at me."

Kim was met with the same eyes she'd woken up to for the last three years.

They were the same eyes who had helped her face the world.

"Are you here?"

She nodded, rubbing her thumbs against the scruff of Will's face, taking in deep breaths.

Will enveloped one of Kim's hand, gently stroking her knuckles.

He placed his lips on her palm, never once breaking away from her eyes. His lips were soft but the kiss was firm, as if to say 'I'm right here'

Will gently placed Kim's hands beside her and lifted himself from the bed, making his way into their daughter's nursery.

Her fingers traced the imprints of Will's lips on her palm.

She remembered how she couldn't keep going with Adam anymore. How lost she felt, how lonely she was when she decided to break up with him.

But she needed to move on. She needed to move forward. And Adam being Adam, only wanted what was best for her, even if it meant letting her go.

She remembered Will's small talks desperately trying to distract her during her appointments. Their lunches at the hospital cafeteria with bland coffee and expired sandwiches.

Slowly these lunches became casual checkins and were often followed by nights at Molly's. and the rest ......... is history.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the patter of feet from the hallway.

She wiped her tears away just in time to see Will come with their tiny human.

"Aurora, can you wish mommy a happy Mother's Day please?" he cooed bouncing her on his hips.

She smiled, sitting up to see her daughter. Her head was resting on Will's bare chest while her little fingers were wrapped around his pendant.

She was a little grumpy from waking up from her sleep, her face all scrunched up in the cutest way possible.

Her locks of red hair-- in courtesy of her father-- (and much to jay's displeasure) was sticking out at odd angles.

She blabbered lines of gaa's and goo's, trying to speak.

"Yeah, that means happy Mother's Day" Will stated confidently as he sat down beside Kim.

Kim took Aurora from under her arms when she made grabby hands at her mother.

She smiled, gently adjusting Aurora, who was snuggling into her neck. She pressed her lips against her forehead, the lilac baby comforter filling her nose.

Will watched Kim gently rub her nose against Aurora's hair. He smiled to himself, taking his own time to adore the two most important girls in his life.

Kim's eyes locked with Will's as their fingertips brushed each other. Little by little, their hands interlocked as Will leaned towards her.

Her breath brushed his face and he slowly captured her lips with his. Their lips moved in sync, taking each other in.

They let out a sigh of deep content as they separated, their foreheads once again resting on each other.

"Happy Mother's Day" he smiled. "You were a good mother then, and you are a good mother now"

Will said it with all the pride in the world. His eyes stared Kim's down, confident of the truth behind his words.

Kim had worked hard on herself. On becoming a good cop. A good detective. A good Sergeant. and a good mother.

She'd gone to therapy. She had put in all her effort, on both her mental and physical well being.

So when she was met with Will's stubborn eyes, she allowed herself to believe his words and in herself. She nodded her eyes mirroring Will's confidence.

He smiled.

"Now come on. " He said, picking up Aurora "We have a blueberry pancakes to make "

He winked at Kim, making her shake her head in laughter. "Fine ! Go ! Go make my pancakes and ban me from my own kitchen!!"

Her head hit the pillow and she wrapped herself in the quilt.

One day, she told herself, the pain wouldn't be so heavy anymore.

Little by little, day by day, the pain would get duller, and her thoughts wouldn't be so loud.

And for that day to come, she knows what to do. And how to get there. She wasn't so lost anymore.

She will make her way through the war zone, day by day step by step-- whether it was nightmares or bad cases or panic attacks-- and she will come out the other side.

Kim had a job she wanted, earned. And a husband who loved her through everything, who was ready for the bad, the ugly and the worse.

And a daughter.

A daughter whose laugh would fuel her to keep going.

Whose eyes would fuel her to keep fighting.

Whose voice would one day lead the world.

This was Kim's life. It wasn't perfect, but it was built on strength and courage,

and the will to keep going.

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#Kim will become a Sargent one day. FIGHT ME.#will halstead #kim burgess #Also don't ask me what this is. Shhhhhhh.#will halstead oneshot #will halstead fanfic #will halstead imagine #chicago med #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd #tw miscarriage

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leastlikelytoachieve · 2 years

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To Love and to Be Loved (Chapter Two)

A/N: I'm so nervous to put the second chapter out. I've been reading other fics and I feel like mine doesn't match up. I hope you guys like it as much as the first one. I feel like it's moving super slow!! Anyways, what song do you think y/n should perform for Brucie???

Warnings: mild language, bad grammar/writing

Chapter One

“You thought you could run? You thought I wouldn’t find you?!” His screams sounded almost like an echo as they rang through my ears. It felt like I was running in place as I tried to navigate through the streets of Gotham. I tried to scream but no sound escaped my lips. “Oh come on baby..i just missed you..please come back to me…we can work this out…” I tried to steady my breathing as I ducked behind a dumpster, the putrid smell of garbage and god knows what else filling my lungs with each labored breath. “Come ON STUPID BITCH! SHOW YOURSELF!” I placed my hand over my chest and pulled the air through my nose and pushed it out through my lips, listening for his footsteps but hearing silence, and then “gotcha”

My eyes shot open, sitting up, pushing and kicking at the fabric holding me down. Scanning my surroundings, I found myself safe in my bedroom, covered in a layer of fresh sweat. I sighed and fell back down onto my pillows. Accepting that I probably wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, I reached over to the side of my bed and grabbed my cell phone. I scrolled mindlessly for a few minutes before getting out of bed, the ache in my head a reminder of last night. I met him. All of those daydreams and I finally met him. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how it felt to be in his arms, the safest place in the city.

“y/n! Wake your ass up! It’s almost noon and we have soundcheck in an hour!” The fists on the door were enough to make me jump out of my skin.

“Yeah I’m up! Dickhead.”

“ Heard that!”

“You were supposed to!” I rolled my eyes, smiling to myself as I gathered clothes for the day. A cropped Nirvana T-shirt with ripped black skinny jeans, deciding to slip some fishnets under the ripped jeans and grabbed my knock off Doc Martens. One day I’ll be able to afford real ones, I mused to myself as I gathered it all in my arms and padded down the hallway into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and reached under the sink to grab some towels and a washcloth. As I pulled the cabinet open, the hinges broke and the cabinet door came off in my hand. Lovely. I set it down on the floor, got undressed and stepped into the shower. Cold. The water is always cold.

“I submitted an application to audition for the event that Bruce Wayne is hosting.” Alex said, mouth full of bacon as I poured a cup of milk. “They said we should hear back within a week with details about the audition. Have you gotten any more of the song finished?” the question caused me to sigh and set my glass down. “No, I had writers block for hours last night. I called it quits. I’ll work on it more tonight after the show.” he nodded as Georgia and Trevor came out of their room. “Alright! Let’s go! Onward!” Alex shouted as he pointed towards the door. I stopped in the doorway, turning around to look at the apartment. The half-ass walls, covered in posters and song lyrics. One day, I’ll be out of this shitty apartment.

“I’ll get another one. On the rocks, please” I sat down on the stool at the bar, placing my chin in my hand. Another show, another bar, minimal money. Johnny, the bartender handed me my drink as a man dressed in a baggy jacket and baseball cap sat down beside me. Johnny took his drink order before turning back to me. “Great job tonight, Y/N. As always.” i chuckled dryly. If only he knew how painful this mundane routine was to me. “Yeah. I don’t know Johnny. Maybe it’s time to hang it up. Find a boring 9-5. I’m not getting any younger.” he laughed and handed the man next to me his drink. “You are way too talented to work behind a desk, Y/N. Great things are coming for you. I feel it. I have to handle the other side of the bar. Keep that pretty head up, kid!” he waved as he walked away. I twirled the drink around in my hand, staring at the glass mindlessly when a voice from beside me caught my attention. “If it’s any consolation, I agree with him.” I looked over at the man, he had his head down but from what I could tell by his complexion he was young, close to my age. He had a strong jaw and slight stubble. I couldn’t see much but from what I could see, he seemed…familiar. He hadn’t even touched his drink. “A lot of people do, but when I look at my future, all I see is the same shitty dive bars, and the same shitty apartment.” He tilted his head towards me slightly but I still couldn’t see his eyes. “I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit.” Normally, I’m quick with responses. But I narrowed my eyes, leaning towards the stranger, trying to decipher where I had seen this man before and why his presence was so familiar.

“What happened?” I sat back, confused at his sudden question. “You have a scar. What happened?” The question was intrusive, borderline offensive. “Oh, uh, this old thing?” I lifted my finger to my face touching the raised skin that started just above my eyebrow and tore straight down over my eye and ended at the middle of my cheek. “It’s nothing. Just a constant reminder.”

“Of what?”

“Of why I am here…plus…it makes me look kinda badass.” I chuckled, bawling my fists up and holding them in front of my face.

“y/n! Let’s go! I wanna get home before the crazies wake up!” Alex interrupted the conversation, grabbing my arm.

“Well, I guess that’s my que.” I smiled and waved at the man, even though he hasn’t looked up to me from his drink since we started talking. I walked behind Alex, my brows furrowed together as I racked my brain, searching for a moment or a memory that I could connect with the man from the bar. Only turning around when we reached the door, he was gone. His glass, still full. Not a single sip taken.

I was woken up the next morning by a pillow to the head. I wrenched open my eyes to find Alex with a crazed look in his eyes, smiling wildly, pillow in hand. “y/nohmygoshourapplicationwasreviewedandsomemanwithanaccentsaidwegettoauditio-”

“Stop stop!” I yelled, my brain still fuzzy from being viciously yanked out of my dreamstate and looked at the clock. 4:02AM. holy shit, its early

“Just breathe, slow down, and start again”

“Okay,” he breathed “ our application was reviewed and some man with a fancy accent who said his name was allen or fred or something called last night and said they want us to audition! I’ve been waiting all night to tell you but I couldn’t hold it in any longer” I don’t get excited. It’s not in my nature. I hate getting my hopes up just to be disappointed. But I couldn’t help the smile spreading on my face and the scream emitting from my lips as i grabbed alex’s forearms and jumped with joy around my room. Alex reached over to the stereo and turned it on and soon, the apartment was filled with music and dancing and celebrating. I smiled and swayed my body around the room, dancing around alex, georgia and trevor. Stopping to look out the window, my smile couldn’t get any wider as I could just barely see the Wayne tower off in the distance. For the first time in months, I looked over Gotham with fresh eyes. Eyes full of hope. Eyes that settled on something a lot closer. A figure, standing on a building. Him. I could see the cape, blowing in the wind. I would almost think he was looking at me. But that would be foolish thinking. Surely, he’d forgotten about me. Just another girl to add to the list of people he’s saved.

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1:13AM.

I’d spent the rest of that day mostly writing the song. Now that it was real, now that we were actually getting to audition. Every now and then I would look up from the scribbled lyrics, into the shitty apartment and smile. This could really be it. After hours and hours of crumpled papers into the trash can, I finally perfected it. The song we would play for Bruce Wayne.

I made sure when we got this apartment, that the room I was in would have a perfect view of the signal. The giant bat in the air. I could see it shining from my window. I was staring at it for hours. Fuck it. I stood up out of bed and slipped on some leggings and my converse. I need to see him again. Tiptoeing through the apartment is almost pointless, the floors creak and moan with every step and it seems almost worse at night. I finally got out without alerting any of my roommates and began my descent down the many stairs of the apartment building. My plan was to figure out where the signal was shining from and work my way out into the city from there.

TWO HOURS, I spent searching for the signal, and right when I was ready to give up, I saw it. Shining from the top of an old building. I walked around the structure, trying to see if he was close by. Nothing. Nothing but a stupid unmarked police car presenting itself in the form of a ford focus in an alley next to the building. I huffed and tried to decide what direction I would go from there. This was stupid. Why did I of all people think I could track down The Batman?? My thoughts were interrupted by the vibrations of a car engine. I ducked behind a dumpster and pressed my hand over my heart.

Peering around the dumpster, my hand touched something slimy and my soul all but left my body as I kept myself from immediately screaming. I watched as the sleek car came to a stop right behind the unmarked police car and turned off. My breath hitched as he emerged from the drivers side door. I was certain my heart was bruising my ribcage as it pounded against it relentlessly. I pulled my body back behind the dumpster and placed my back against it as I smiled. I want to be closer. I decided the best gameplan would be to walk out inconspicuously from behind the dumpster in the alleyway and follow him at a far distance. I inhaled quickly and pressed my palms to the side of my head to calm myself down and stepped out from behind the dumpster with purpose. Only, I was halted to a stop by a brick wall. No. A chest. His chest.

“What are you doing here?” He looked down on me with none of the gentleness he had held in his eyes during our first encounter. It was the first time I had ever truly known the intimidation of Vengeance. Despite my fear, I looked around the alleyway like I was lost. “That is a good question actually! What am I doing here? Must’ve been sleep walking, haha…well, I’ll just be goi-” I tried to step around him, but he grabbed my wrist. “It’s dangerous out here. What are you doing here?” He doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who enjoys repeating himself so I decided my best bet was to answer his question. “I…I was looking for you…I wanted to see you..”

The hold on my wrist faltered as soon as the words left my mouth. “It’s just that, since you saved me. I’ve been thinking about how I completely overstepped with that kiss..” Lie. I loved the fact that I kissed him…I’d do it again. “...and I feel like maybe I was going through a lot of emotions and I maybe shouldn’t have do-” My sentence was cut short when the hand that was on my wrist suddenly came up to cup the side of my face. It was gentle and he looked me straight in the eyes, His eyes, while mesmerizing, looked as if he was having some unspoken, internal war with himself. As if he couldn’t even believe his own actions. His thumb, rough with the texture of the glove, traced over the bottom part of my scar, and I could swear I saw him lean towards me. But just as quickly as his hand was on my face, it was taken away. I let go of the breath that I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Come on..” he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me behind him. His eyes were scanning the roads, as if he was searching for a threat.

“Wh-Where are we- go-oing??” my words stumbled as my feet struggled to keep up with his long strides. He walked up to passenger side of the sleek car I watched him pull up in.

“I’m taking you back home.” he said as he swung open the door. I slipped into the car, trying to conceal the grin that was creeping onto my face.

The drive back to my apartment was reckless, invigorating. To say that I wasn’t slightly aroused by him at this moment would be a complete and utter lie. The excitement in my chest burnt into disappointment as he pulled up to my apartment building, his oceanic, blue eyes scanning the area again.

“So, I guess..this is goodbye..” I said sadly as I reached for the door handle, I glanced back at him to see if he was as disappointed as I was. But he had both hands on the wheel and his eyes were pointed straight ahead. Stupid. This isn’t a fairytale, y/n. Get out of his car. I sighed as I opened the door swinging one leg out and getting ready to stand when I felt a pressure on my wrist again.

“Wait..” I spun around in the seat to listen to what he would say when his other hand found purchase on the side of my neck and jaw, he got intoxicatingly close to me and stopped himself, like he was fighting the same unspoken war, i reached up and placed my hand onto his wrist. Slowly, he closed the small gap in between our lips. Letting out a sharp exhale through his nose, he kissed me like he won the war. His gloved hand sliding further back, into the nape of my neck, our kiss was full of desperation…and then it was over..

He pulled away quickly and reached into the back of the car…

Oh my god, he’s going to zap my memory away, men in black style.

But instead, he pulled out something small and shoved it into my hands.

“Keep this...use it, if you ever need me.” I glanced down at it. It was sleek, black and resembled a smart watch. I immediately secured it to my wrist and held it up. “Does wanting another kiss like that count as needing you?” The corner of his mouth quirked up a little in what was almost a smile…almost…

“Goodnight, y/n”

I smiled and stepped out of the car, I walked through the gate and only turned around when I reached the door. He was still there. Waiting for me to enter the safety of my building. I gave a small wave as I stepped in. As I closed the door, I put my back to it and smiled. I listened to the roar of his car as he drove away. Oh my god. I kissed Batman.

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