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Yay! Requests are open!!! Can I get a smutty Eddie fic, where the reader is pregnant and they have sex, and it ends up inducing her labor. I feel like after the initial panic of "it's happening! it's happening!" Eddie would be so smug about it lol

I love this. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

No idea how the process of labor is so this might be very unrealistic

⚠️smut, daddy and momma nicknames

A bit of daddy's help

Y/N had been pregnant for a very long nine months. Her belly was huge and she could barely move around. At first she loved being pregnant, but now she wanted that baby out.

Eddie loved her pregnant glow, and he didn't want it to end. He loved helping her and being right beside her. He adored that she was growing their baby and he was happy it was with her.

He did feel bad for her. He knew how much it tore her body down, and how tired it made her. He did his best help. He rubbed her feet, he helped her walk, and he'd hold her stomach just to give her some relief. He'd do anything she asked.

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"Still no baby," she grumbled as she wobbled out of the bathroom. "Spicy food? No go."

Eddie sat on the bed, with a sad smile.

"I'm sorry, baby." He said, she made her way on the bed. He held the blanket up as she slid in.

She sighed tiredly as the small movement sucked all the energy out of her. Eddie softly rubbed her stomach as he tried to soothe her.

"He'll come when he's ready" he said but her eyes snapped to him with a glare.

"He's on my time and I want him out now!" She growled.

Eddie tried to bite back his smile as he looked at her annoyed face.

"I know," he said, he leaned in and pecked her lips softly. He continued to rub her stomach, watching as her breathing calmed. "Was there anything else to try?" He asked. They have been through most of the list the doctor gave them but he wasn't sure what was left.

"There's one more thing," she said as she smiled. Her hand rested on top of his that was on her stomach.

"what's that?" Eddie asked

"Sex"

Eddie felt like his prayers were answered. A huge smile broke across his face.

"On it"

She laughed as he immediately stripped off his shirt. His tattooed chest came into sight as she felt herself already getting warm.

He leaned back down and held her face as he softly pressed his lips against hers. The kiss started sweet and gentle, but it didn't last long. Her hands were in his hair as he deepened the kiss. He kept one hand on her face as he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth. She moaned as she felt his tongue working against hers. He let his other hand wander down her body, slipping underneath her night tank top as he rubbed her belly.

The more he touched her, the more the kiss got hungry. Eddie having a huge pregnancy kink wasn't a shock to either of them. He waited years to fuck her without a condom, to fill her up with his cum. He craved to watch her belly grow and knowing it tied them together for life. He loved that anyone would see her on the street and know she was owned.

He pulled away for a few seconds before he kissed her again. Her left hand worked down his neck and down his back. He shivered as he felt her wedding ring tickle his skin, a reminder she was his for life.

He moaned as her tongue took charge of the kiss, and her right hand yanked on his hair as she pulled away.

"Ready to show me what you got, Daddy?" she purred

Eddie shivered at the name, his cock twitching in his boxers.

"Did you forget I'm the one responsible for the noise complaints? For filling you up so fucking good you got pregnant?" He challenged, a smirk on his face as he felt her body shudder.

He took his time to strip off her clothes. Removing her tank top and groaning at the sight of her swollen breasts and nipples. He reached forward, gently kissing the skin and flicking her nipples with his tongue. She moaned at the feeling, her hands in his hair. He moved down to her stomach, his big hands rubbing her bump as he kissed all around.

He didn't stay there long, removing his lips to strip the rest of her clothes, her hands losing the grip of his hair. He softly trailed up her legs, teasing her as he made it up to her thighs. He slowly trailed down her shorts. He enjoyed how she whimpered as she grew impatient. Then he tugged down her underwear, smiling at the sight of her puffy cunt.

"Gorgeous," he pissed as his lips softly kissed her clit. She jolted and her hands went back to his hair.

He didn't spend too much time between her legs. He knew both of them were so turned on that foreplay wasn't needed. But he still had to have a little taste. His mouth sucked on her clit as his fingers slipped inside of her.

Her head was thrown back as his skilled tongue and fingers worked together. She gripped at his hair and wanted to lift her hips but her body was too heavy. He made the most of it, his head twisting back and forth as he let his tongue touch everywhere.

She panted when he came back up for air. His chin soaked in her wetness, she clawed at his chest from the sight. He wiped his mouth and slammed his lips against hers, his fingers slipping out of her.

"Ready?" He breathed out, his body on top of her as he panted. His brown eyes look into hers for an honest answer.

"Yes," she said without a beat.

Eddie smiled and took off his boxers, lazily tossing them anywhere. He helped her turn on her side, then he went behind her. His lips were on her neck as he lifted her leg and placed it over his hip.

He listened to her sounds as he trailed his hand down and rubbed her swollen clit, she was so sensitive that she felt everything intensely. He rubbed her clit then slipped his pulsing cock inside of her.

He let out a loud moan as he continued to slip inside of her, her hands gripped the pillows as he sat fully inside of her. He was slow and soft at first, making sure she was comfortable. His left hand was under her head and his right played with her clit.

She loved feeling his hard chest against her back, the feeling of it slamming against her with each thrust. She could feel her eyes in the back of her head from feeling his hot breath against her neck. His growls and groans right into her ear.

"Love fucking you. Always feel so good wrapped around me," his words were hot in her ear as she shook. She whined at the compliments, her brain mush as she felt her body being taken care of in ways only her husband could.

"Just wanted Daddy's help to have a baby, huh?" He teased, he wished he had another hand available to rub her stomach. He was obsessed.

"Yes," she moaned, "yes, yes" her moans got louder as he went faster.

He could feel his heavy balls slamming against her. He didn't want to be too rough, clenching his jaw as he held himself back. This wasn't about him, it was to help her and help her have an orgasm.

"Need," she whimpered, her arm reaching back to touch him. She let her head wander until she felt his head. She gripped his hair as he growled louder.

"Need to cum?" He asked, his lips on her cheek

His fingers worked faster on her clit as she nodded. "Please,"

"Be daddy's good momma and cum all over me. Cum all over my fat cock,"

His words washed over like her orgasm. She felt that snap in her body as she gasped. The feeling went from head to toe as she came. Eddie fucked her through it, his fingers faster than ever against her clit as her leg shook on his hip.

When her moans turned to whines, he pulled his hand away. Softly thrusting inside of her, slowing down until his hips came to a full stop.

He slipped his soaked, still red and hard cock out of her.

"How was that?" Eddie panted as he moved her leg off of him and turned her on her back. His sweaty back against the mattress, he turned his head to look at her.

"Reminds me why I got pregnant in the first place," she laughed as she turned her head to look at him.

She squirmed as she took in his sweaty hair, his big smile with his perfect teeth, and the way his cheeks scrunched up. Her eyes moved down to his chest as it moved up and down quickly. Down his happy trail, following the line of hair, his dark curls and his thin hips peeked out from the sheet. The rest of his body was covered under the thin material.

"And that look reminds me why I got you pregnant," Eddie's chuckle turned into a moan as she turned her body and attached her lips to his neck.

"I don't feel anything, let's go again." She said against his skin

"Why don't we give it a second? We don't know how long it could take," Eddie explained through quiet groans as her hand began to travel down his chest. He could feel her cold wedding band against his hot skin, making him shiver.

He whined as she pulled her lips away, and her hand stopped right above his hard cock.

"I'm sorry. Are you saying you don't want to have sex again?" Her tone was accusing but she knew her husband. If sex was on the table, he was grabbing a chair.

"I just don't want to overdo it," he said softly

"Yeah I guess you're right," she sighed disappointed. She pulled herself away with a loud huff.

"We've been together for four years and married for one, and now you pick to listen to me?" Eddie asked in disbelief. "Come ride me, momma." He said with a smile as he tossed the sheet off of him.

She squealed with delight as she started to sit up, he helped her love gently and slowly. He eased her body on top of his, rubbing her thighs to soothe her as she got into the right position.

"I knew you wouldn't say no," she said with a smug smile, placing her hands on his hard chest.

"What's that saying?" he teased, his hot lips attaching to her neck. "Momma knows best?" she shuddered as he nipped at her skin.

He shuddered as she grabbed his cock, pumping it inside her hand before she lined his tip with her entrance.

His head fell against her chest as she sunk down on him, she took her hands off his chest. She leaned back and placed her palms on his thighs. The muscular and hairy skin underneath her hands.

He picked up his head as she softly began to move herself on top of him. He moved his left hand to hold her hip, softly encouraging her as she rolled her hips.

His right hand went straight for her bump. He softly rubbed her stomach as his eyes watched her body. Her eyes closed with bliss, the sweat on her hairline and the sweat that dripped down her chest.

Her body was a work of art and it always captivated him.

"So glad I married you," he smiled as he reached forward and cupped her face. Making her press her lips against him, her hands on his chest to balance. He felt her smile into the kiss.

He let her go back into her comfortable position, her hands back on his thighs. He clenched them as she gripped, her nails dug into the skin.

He reached forward and rubbed her clit.

The immediate touch was almost enough to make her cum. She panted hard as she lifted her hips as fast as she could to slam back down.

With a few more touches to her clit and Eddie bucking his hips up, had her cumming all over again.

But this time

She felt more than just cum soaking them, then he followed after. Moaning as he came inside of her.

"Is that?" Eddie asked, his eyes wide as he looked at the sheets.

"Stand me up!" She rushed out.

Eddie was quick to lift up her hips, his cum now adding to the mess below. He panicked as he slipped out from under her, he grabbed her hands and helped her off the bed.

As she stood, more liquid came out of her.

"It's happening!" She panicked, her eyes scared as she looked at her husband.

"Shh, it's okay! Let's get you dressed." He was quick to slip a shirt of his on her and some clean boxers.

He kissed her face, a big smile on his face.

"We're having a baby!" He said in awe

"NOT HERE! GET ME IN THE CAR!" she screamed.

He nodded and dressed himself as fast as he could. He grabbed all the bags and dropped them at the front door.

Then he grabbed her, helping her waddle to the car. He got her placed in the seat as a sharp pain went through her. She grabbed his hand and hissed through her teeth.

"Breath, baby, breathe," he said as he clenched his jaw. Her grip bruised his hand.

"I am BREATHING YOU BASTARD!"

"Where was that tone five minutes ago?" He teased, laughed at her glare, and kissed her nose. He ran back into the house and grabbed the bags.

Then he was off to the hospital

He reached over to let her hold his hand.

"I know you are terrified but I want you to know one thing," he said, his head turned to look at her.

She breathed as she looked over at him.

"I fucked you into labor," he said with a big smirk and wink sent her way.

"Oh shit, now that's all I'm gonna hear for the rest of my life." She said as she rolled her eyes.

~~~

"I can't believe you guys have a baby," Steve said softly as he looked at the small boy in Eddie's arms. Y/N slept in the bed beside them.

"I can't believe she allowed you to have sex with her," Robin laughed, her eyes on the little boy behind Steve

"Jealous?" Eddie snapped, a smirk on his face as she rolled her eyes.

"How did her water break? I want the whole story!" Nancy squealed excitedly.

The big smirk on Eddie's face got even more smug, which no one thought was possible.

"Well, we tried everything the doctor said, and the last thing on the list was all in my hands." The group looked at him confused as he continued to explain. "So, being the amazing husband I am. I turned her on her side and grabbed her left leg to put it on my hip. Then I slipped inside of her. Sweet and slow, she was so we-"

"WE GOT IT!" Dustin yelled as he covered his ears.

"You could have just said sex," Nancy said as she gagged.

"You wanted the whole story!" Eddie defended, "but the first time wasn't enough to induce the labor...or was enough for her." He gave a wink to Steve who rolled his eyes. "So we went at it again, like minutes later. She was all over me." Eddie bragged. "After her second orgasm, that was when she went into labor."

"Can't believe such a disgusting thing led to something beautiful," Dustin said, patiently waiting for his turn to hold the baby.

"Oh Dusty," Eddie laughed, "nothing about it was disgusting. Just you wait." Eddie said as he handed the baby off to Steve. Leaving his hands free to slam down on Dustin's shoulders.

"It'll be the best time of your life," he said as he walked over to her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as she slept.

"You and him for the rest of my life."

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masonmontz · 5 days

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hellooo everyone :) hope you like it

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

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“Y/N has a new boyfriend” Declan spoke and silence was the response he received. Mason felt his heart skip a beat and then fall to the floor, causing Mason to get a lump in his throat.

He just stared at Dec, trying to swallow the food he had put in his mouth before hearing the news. It took a lot of effort to swallow.

“I’m not hungry anymore” Mason pushed the plate away, feeling the strange sensation in his stomach, the same feeling that kept him awake at night.

Lauren looked at him with pity and Mason felt like an idiot. Declan cleared his throat, realizing he shouldn't have told Mason the news, but what could he do if you were friends with him and Lauren too?

“Sorry mate, I shouldn't have said that” Declan apologized to Mason, but he shrugged it off, not placing the blame on Declan.

“Who is the guy?” Reece asked, because after all he is also your friend. The restaurant seemed silent with the awkward atmosphere that remained at the table and Mason just stared at the plate he barely touched.

“David. They work together” Lauren spoke and Mason looked at her, but Lauren was already looking at him waiting for Mason's reaction. Mason looked down and felt everyone's eyes on him, Dec, Lauren, Ben, Reece, Aimee and Henry.

Mason felt like he was a bomb about to explode and everyone wanted to see the moment it happened.

“Sorry guys, I’m going home” Mason got up quickly and without looking at his friends, ‘cause he already knew that everyone noticed how affected he was by the news that you were dating, but he didn't want to see the pity in everyone's eyes. “Declan, pay my portion and I'll give you the money later.”

Mason left the restaurant quickly, but he heard Aimee's heels behind him and he sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to outrun the stubborn woman running after him.

“Mase, wait-” she called him, and Mason only stopped walking when he felt the cold air on his face, needing some fresh air. “Hey.”

“I can't take this anymore, Aimee. I can't” Mason's voice was cracked, and the state he had been in for almost two months was deplorable. “She left me in the shit.”

Mason knows that Aimee is your best friend and he knows that you two talk daily, but he needs to talk to someone ‘cause Mason feels like at any moment he will reach his breaking point.

His eyes filled with tears, and he was looking out into the cold night but Aimee could see his eyes were wet.

“I'm so sorry, Mase. I tried to talk to her about it but she won't let me” Aimee hugged Mason from the side, putting her arms around his shoulders, even though he was taller than her.

Mason looked at her devastated, and Aimee felt her own heart ache at the sadness on Mason's face.

“I really can't take this anymore, it's too much for me, Aim” Mason sighed and brought his hands to his face, because he still felt his heart tighten in his chest, he wasn't hungry and he felt like he could vomit ‘cause of the emotions that were going through him.

He missed you.

He was sad.

He was alone.

And you left.

“You know you can talk to all of us, right? We're your friends, Mason, and you can run to us whenever you need to. You don't have to deal with all of this alone” Aimee held his hand and Mason nodded, but he knew Aimee had been busy lately because she was planning her own wedding with Henry, but she was so nice that she offered to be Mason's support since you left.

“I know, thank you” Mason tried to smile, but he knew he gave the saddest smile anyone had ever seen. “Tell them I apologized for ditching dinner.”

“Don’t worry, but please, take care of yourself.”

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You and Mason have been friends for years, you met in school and you had some friends in common. Everyone knew that Mason had been in love with you since you were a teenager, but you were never able to see him as anything more than a great friend. Not since the night you kissed for the first time.

You also knew that Mason was in love with you, but sometimes things don't happen the way we want, and even though he always treated you much better than your boyfriends, there was nothing you could do if you didn't like him back.

The night you were celebrating your twenty-fourth birthday in a place where all your friends were was when Mason decided to make the first move.

He asked to deliver the gift he bought for you away from the others, and he gave you the most beautiful bracelet you had ever seen, it was gold and had your initial as a pendant, but it also had shells and stars, books, teacups and everything you liked the most. It was so delicate that you were moved when you realized how much Mason knew you.

When you hugged and thanked him that's when Mason kissed you, and that's okay, at that moment you didn't care and kissed him back. It was terrible to realize that that was the best kiss you had ever had, no one had ever kissed you so intensely, with so much love and passion.

Your mistake was going home with him after the party, ‘cause Mason was all over you the whole night and everyone could tell something was up, and you were also wrong for kissing him back every time, maybe giving Mason hope that it all meant something.

At first it didn't really mean anything, but after weeks of having sex with him, even you who had an impenetrable heart found yourself attracted and in love with him. Mason made you smile, Mason treated you well and always put you first, and when you realized that, you also realized that you never put him first. And you never would.

You were working so hard at work to get the job the company was offering in Australia that it wouldn't be fair to him ‘cause you wouldn't be able to give him what he deserves if you had to move.

Mason didn't accept staying away, so he said he didn't care if you didn't give a name to what you had. You weren't just friends but you weren't dating either, you knew his parents but not as his girlfriend, and Mason accompanied you everywhere just as... someone you were sleeping with. That was it.

For months it was like this. It was your house that Mason went to after games, it was you he called when he lost a game and wanted comfort from someone he loved or when they won and he wanted to celebrate with someone. You, always you, no one else.

Mason loved you so much that he felt his heart jump with joy every time someone said your name or when he saw a message from you on his phone. Everyone thought you were his girlfriend, but Mason was too embarrassed to tell you that you weren't his girlfriend. Even he couldn't understand what was going on between you, so imagine telling others.

But your time was limited, and everyone knew it.

Almost a year later you received the proposal you had dreamed of for so long, and you were so happy that the idea of leaving England wasn't scary at all, it was wonderful. You only told your parents at first, then Aimee ten days before you left.

You didn't know how to tell him that you were moving, especially since you knew Mason wouldn't handle it very well. He was injured and had some problems with his Chelsea contract, and Mason was looking to you every day for comfort to feel good.

He found out before you could tell him, and only because you left the plane ticket where he could see it, but it wasn't intentional, you just forgot to put it away. You still remember his face when Mason turned to you with the ticket in his hand, and you felt your heart skip a beat as you realized the argument was closer than you thought.

“Why do you have a plane ticket to Australia?” He asked quietly, but deep down you knew Mason knew what it meant.

You couldn't lie to him anymore and you had to be honest, no matter how much it hurt.

“Cause I’m moving to Australia” Mason looked at the paper in his hand once more, probably wanting to see the date. The day you would leave.

“In ten days?” You just nodded, sighing when you saw Mason’s lip tremble. He put the paper back where he had found it and stared at you. “And when were you going to tell me? When you were getting on the plane?”

“I was planning on telling you right away, you weren't supposed to find out like this.”

“It wouldn't hurt any less if you had told me sooner. How long have you known you were moving?”

“Almost two months” Mason agreed and you could see a piece of his heart break, then another and another. “C’mon, let's talk about it.”

You held out your hand to Mason, but he didn't take it and just stood there staring at you. You walked over to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him onto the couch with you. Mason sat on the couch and you knelt on the floor in front of him, resting your arms on his knee as he stared at you in so much pain that you felt your heart clench.

“Mase, you know how much I wanted this job, I worked really hard for this transfer and I finally got it” you explained to him, gently stroking his leg. “Don't be mad at me, but we knew I would have to move if I got the job.”

“It's not that I didn't want you to get the job, I just didn't think it would happen, it seemed so far away and you didn't tell me. I'm the last to know” he spoke, staring at his hands without looking at you, but you brought your hand to his chin and made him look at you. “And we both know that our relationship isn't going to work out.”

“We just don't date because you don't want to, if it were up to me you know you'd be my girlfriend” he spoke softly and you sighed, knowing it was true.

“Mase, I know you have a crush on me and yeah, I have a crush on you but-”

“Y/N, I don’t have a crush on you, I’m in love with you. I love you” he said and you felt your heart race ‘cause you never let Mason confess his feelings to you, and you knew that what he felt was much bigger. “How can you say that I have a crush on you when I've been doing everything for you for almost a year? It's not fair to me.”

“Well, I never asked you to do anything for me. Mason, I'm sorry, but I also never promised to offer you more than I already do” you got up from the floor and sat next to him, but Mason continued to stare at the floor in front of him.

“I love you and I've loved you since before I kissed you for the first time, how funny is that? And even after months of sleeping next to you, having sex, wanting to be good enough for you, you don't feel anything for me? How can you be so cold?”

“I never wanted this relationship to go ahead ‘cause I always hoped to go to Australia. You've got Chelsea, you've got enough women to last you the rest of your life, live it, Mason.”

“I don't want any other woman, it's always been you, Y/N. It's always been you, and you acting like it's nothing is what hurts me the most” a tear ran down Mason's face, but he quickly wiped it away, which was in vain because he couldn't stop other tears from falling, and before you knew it Mason was crying, sobbing. “Why are you doing this to me?”

You didn't know how to respond, so you stayed silent as you watched Mason cry. And the scene was sad, because there was nothing you could do to comfort him, what was done was done.

“I will wait for you to come back” he whispered, and then turned his face to look at you.

“Mason, that’s the point. I don’t know if I will ever come back. What if I like Australia? Or if I find someone there?” At that moment Mason felt like he was going to have a panic attack, and he was sure he was running out of air to breathe. “Go and live your life and forget about me, that's what I'm asking.”

“I can’t do this, Y/N. I can’t. I love you and I have loved you since I was eighteen, how can you ask me to forget you? How can you ask me to forget you after sharing so much of myself with you?” He stood up, putting his hands in his hair and breathing quickly.

“Don't forget me then, but I won't promise you that I'll come back.”

“How can you pretend you don't feel anything for me? You can confess it, no one has to know.”

“Because I don’t love you back.” You said it, and even Mason knew it was a lie, but it still hurt.

“You do. Don’t lie. If you don’t love me you shouldn’t act like you do” he said between sobs. “Don’t do this to me, please. I’m begging you to stay.”

“I already made my decision long ago, you're not going to change that Mason” you spoke with a lump in your throat, wanting to cry but refusing to cry in front of him and making things more difficult.

“Just say you love me back” he begged, and Mason looked like the saddest man you'd ever seen.

“I'm not going to say anything ‘cause things can't get any harder than they already are. Everything it's over between us, Mason. In ten days I'm going to Australia and you're going to stay here and conquer the world. Without me.”

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Mason sighed as he entered his quiet London flat. It was strange to return to a place that had once been the place he considered home, but now London was no longer his home, and neither was Manchester.

Because the place Mason considered home for a long time was in Australia, and now it was someone else's home.

Mason was going crazy and he was sure of it, but he swears that when he threw himself on the bed where you used to lie he smelled your perfume. That's where Mason broke down.

“Why did you do this to me, Y/N?” He spoke to himself, closing his eyes and feeling the tears run down his neck ‘cause he was lying down. A sob escaped his lips, it was the first time he had cried since the last time he saw you and Mason realized that he didn't know how to deal with the things that were happening in his life.

His contract with Chelsea ended and Mason joined Manchester United, but he was far from a happy man. Even with so many insults and threats, he didn't cry once, and every smile he gave when he went to Manchester United was fake.

Mason was just surviving and doing whatever he was told to do, ‘cause all his thoughts were about you, from the moment he woke up in the morning until the time he lay down to sleep.

And Mason even had the false idea that you were also thinking about him, but no, because now you have a boyfriend. Mason feels his own body heat up with anger when he thinks about another man touching you, kissing you in the same way he did.

Mason's phone vibrated in his pocket, and he sighed because he didn't want to look at the message. And it was something that had become a habit for him, if no message was from you, why would he be excited to receive one?

But he still picked up his phone to check and was not at all surprised to see Aimee's message.

Mason threw his phone on the mattress, looking around the room and seeing that you hadn't left anything there, not even a sock, and it was as if you had never entered that room.

The worst part is that every time Mason saw Aimee he remembered that you two were always together too, because you were like twins, you were always together and did the same things. He also heard that you and Aimee had a falling out over your decision to move to Australia, but had talked things through before you traveled.

Y/N has a new boyfriend. Declan's voice crossed Mason's mind again, and that phrase had been haunting him ever since he heard it.

Mason knew you loved him, he could see it in the touches, the looks and even the secrets you shared with each other. You were too stubborn to tell him that, and Mason knew it wasn't fair to ask you to give up on a dream, but he wished he could have heard at least once the three words he always wanted to hear from your lips. Just once was enough, because then Mason would know that all those months together had been worth it.

Mason can't understand how you don't miss him, someone you shared everything with until months ago and now he's a stranger. How can you not miss him when Mason has been missing you even when he's sleeping? Don't you miss him when you're taking a shower with your new boyfriend? The thought makes Mason want to vomit.

But now you have a boyfriend and it's him you say I love you to, it's him who asks to hold your hand, it's him who admires you sleeping.

Mason didn't know it was possible to feel so jealous of someone while having a broken heart. It's been five months since you left and Mason feels like his heart hurts more every day, and he doesn't know how long it will take for him to heal.

He needs to forget you ‘cause you've definitely already forgotten him, but he doesn't know how. Mason discovered that he needs you the same way he needs air to breathe.

But you moved on and Mason moved on with a broken heart, in a helpless state, and even though he'll never open up to anyone the way he did to you, at some point that pain has to pass.

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹ 3 months later ✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

“No, I didn't forget the dress, mum” you said in a phone call walking through the London airport while talking to your mother. She was traveling to Ireland and wouldn't be back until next week, so you were alone for the next few days. “Yes, I will wait for you to come back, you know I will stay in England for twenty days. I know. Yes, I will. Bye, I love you too.”

You almost groaned at the amount of people walking around London airport, and it would be much harder to find Aimee than you thought. After eight months, you are back in the rainy, cold weather of England, and you missed it so much that you felt like you could cry at any moment.

Aimee and Henry's wedding is in three days, and that's why you've brought yourself back to England, ‘cause you wouldn't miss it for anything.

Australia is a great place to live and you love your job there, you've made some friends but... Australia is not London.

“Y/N!” You heard Aimee's voice before you even saw her, and your eyes filled with tears when you saw her waiting for you at the airport exit. It was like a scene from a movie, but you ran and hugged each other while you cried.

“How can you go and live far away from me? My God, I hate you, I was dying missing you” she cried, and you didn't let go of each other for long minutes. “Did you miss me?”

“Of course I missed you” you wiped the tear from your tear-streaked face, and it was impossible to stop smiling when you knew you were home again. “You look so beautiful. How is everyone? Are you looking forward to the wedding?”

“I can't believe I'm without my best friend when I get married, let's start there. And yes, everyone is fine, everyone is excited to see you again” you and Aimee walked towards the airport exit carrying your bags, and the reception you received was heavy rain at the exit. Nothing better than being in England.

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

“I heard you have a boyfriend in Australia” Henry said with a smirk on his mouth, and you blushed. “Why didn't you bring him?”

“First, we’re just having sex, he’s not my boyfriend. Second, why would I bring him to your wedding?” You put a piece of pizza in your mouth, wanting to ignore what they were talking about.

Josh wasn't really your boyfriend, you worked together and enjoyed being together, but he was in love with someone else and you knew it, so you never wanted anything from him. Your heart was only half in Australia too.

“And what was that photo you posted on Instagram months ago?” Aimee asked and you looked angry at her. They were nosy and wouldn't change.

“He mentioned me in his stories, what could I do?” You shrugged it off, because it really wasn't that big of a deal.

“Everyone saw it” Henry said, and he emphasized when he said “everyone”.

You looked at him and thought of Mason. In fact, Mason hadn't left your thoughts for months, he was what you thought about twenty-four hours a day. You looked at the table without looking at the two of them, and even though you didn't want to show that you cared about Mason, they were able to read your face like a book.

“You know he's coming to the wedding, right?” Aimee asked and you agreed. “It's the international break and he has a few days off, he'll be in London during those days.”

“I know.”

You were nervous about seeing Mason again after so long, even more because you left without saying what he wanted so bad to hear.

It wasn't fair to confess your feelings when you were moving to the other side of the world. It wasn't fair to him and it wasn't fair to you, that's why even after so many months with him and knowing how much he loved you, you refused to tell him how you felt about him, because you knew it would be worse.

Deep down you know that if he brings someone else it will hurt, but you can't feel hurt when it was your decision. Maybe, just maybe, if Mason is over you it means that going back to Australia and moving on is the best option, even if you feel incomplete.

God, it's so hard to love someone and want to do the right thing.

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

“Should I wear red lingerie?” Aimee asked and you looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re not supposed to have sex until the wedding” you looked at yourself in the mirror, admiring your bare legs in the long-sleeved black dress. “Do I look hotter or is it just me?”

“You are hot, baby.”

You and Aimee are getting ready for her bachelorette party at a club in London, one you used to go to as teenagers. She's invited her bridesmaids and other friends, and it's sure to be an amazing night.

You can't believe your best friend is getting married.

The club was full of people, the music was lively and soon you found the place reserved for Aimee's bachelor party, because there were balloons, glitter, feathers and lots of pink and white.

In Australia you made some friends but it was different being with the people you grew up with, who know you inside out and like the same things as you.

Aimee cried every fifteen minutes when she remembered that she was going to marry the love of her life in two days, and in the end someone always cried with emotion with her. She and Henry loved each other since they met, it was incredible to see how well they worked together, how much Henry treated her well or did everything for her.

You always wanted someone like that by your side.

As you watched Aimee talk to Kylie, probably about the wedding or about Henry, you remembered that you had a person like that for you.

And you ruined everything.

You felt your heart skip a beat when you thought about Mason again, and even after the drinks you had already had, you felt sad when you remembered that besides pushing Mason out of your life, you were also alone.

A few months ago, before you moved, you asked your mother how she knew that Richard, your stepfather, was the right person for her. She and your father had a bad marriage and she was not happy, and you and your sister suffered the consequences of that failed marriage, but with Richard she was glowing with happiness.

“It needs to be someone special.”

Someone who doesn't argue with you, someone who celebrates the little things, someone who makes you happy most days. Happiness isn't eternal but it's moments, and if someone makes you sad more than happy, there's something wrong.

You had someone special, and you realized it when you stared into that empty, silent apartment in Australia, far from everyone you love.

You were lost in thought, but you came back to reality when Aimee screamed and pointed behind you, and then you heard male laughter.

A laugh that you could recognize anywhere.

You smelled Mason's scent before you even saw him and your legs went weak as you realized what was happening.

“Hi boys” Aime squealed, cheering as Henry walked up to her and kissed her in front of everyone, causing the girls to clap. You’d have smiled if you weren't feeling Mason's gaze on your back.

It was ridiculous that you were afraid to turn around and look at him, but you were scared to death. You turned so you could look at his face, even if it was the only time that night. You couldn't help yourself ‘cause you needed to look at him, so you turned around.

You met his eyes before you could react, because you knew he was watching you, his gaze heavy on your back. His face was serious now, and the worst thing was that you noticed that his eyes no longer had that sparkle they had when you were together.

You were the one most to blame for this.

You couldn't look away from him but you couldn't say anything either, you were just taken out of your thoughts and had to look to your side when Declan shouted when he saw you. You smiled at your friend, happy to see him, because Declan was your family too.

“Hello, D” you hugged him, closing your eyes and feeling emotional. You don't know how you managed to go so many months without seeing them. “How are you?”

“I'm fine. And you? Did you realize that England is your place?” Lauren walked over and Declan wrapped his arms around her neck. “This woman has been talking about you every day since you moved in, I couldn't take it anymore.”

“That’s not true” she complained and rolled her eyes smiling, because Lauren was also one of your best friends. “By the way, we missed you, Y/N.”

Mason was standing in the same spot and you finally turned to him after talking to Declan, and you almost rolled your eyes when you saw them all move away purposefully. It was like seeing a ray of sunshine after a storm, and you felt like nothing else mattered when Mason had his eyes on you like you were the only woman in the room.

It was ridiculous to try to explain how handsome Mason looked. He was wearing black pants, a black men's tank top, a white wool coat and Converse.

“Hello Mason” you said, and even with the loud music he would hear, because it seemed like there were only the two of you there.

Mason scratched his throat before answering you, he seemed as nervous as you were, and deep down, you were glad for that.

“Hello” he mumbled but you could read his lips. Oh, how you missed his voice.

You took a step towards him, ignoring that everyone was looking at you, and you were lost with the Mason colony around you.

“You good?” You asked and Mason just nodded, but then Reece appeared hugging Mason by the neck and breaking the bad mood between you. He was drunk and you noticed, he was laughing at nothing and holding onto Mason. You smiled, because you had missed him too.

“Oh, did you remember you have friends?” You rolled your eyes and hugged him, feeling Mason's gaze on you. “I missed you, Y/N.”

“I missed you so much, Reece. There is no one like you in Australia.”

“Mason missed you too, but he doesn't tell anyone” Reece whispered in your ear and you smiled, not looking at Mason so he wouldn't realize his friend was talking about him, but before you could do anything, Mason left and went to Declan and Lauren. “He's been a complicated boy these past few months.”

“I fucked up with him and he hates me now” and it was true, Mason probably started to despise you after you were such a bitch to him.

“He loves you, but he is so stubborn ‘cause you hurt him.”

Mason was now on his back, and God, you just wanted to hug him and feel safe again as you felt his arms around you.

Mason ignored you perfectly for a long time, you couldn't get close to him and you didn't know how either. Was it fair to want to talk to him and then leave again? Maybe Mason is just protecting his own heart because you already broke his heart once, it's not right to break his heart again after so many months.

Henry said that he had decided to come to the same club as Aimee ‘cause he wanted to have fun with her and the boys, and you smiled at his confession. Aimee knew he was coming and hadn't told you anything, who thought it would be a girls' night.

“Where's your boyfriend, Y/N?” Declan asked hours later when you were both sitting on the beanbags, the music lower now and you could talk without shouting.

Before you could answer Mason stood up, saying he was going to get a drink from the bar even though the table was full of drink options. You looked at him disappointed ‘cause you wanted to be able to talk to him or tell him that you don't have a boyfriend, and he preferred to leave than hear you talk about another man.

“Our boy Mason is jealous” Reece laughed and you decided to go after Mason, without answering Declan's question.

It wasn't hard to find Mason, he sat in one of the chairs at the counter and had his back to you, so you quickly sat next to him. He noticed when you sat down next to him but didn't say anything, just continued to stare at the untouched drink in front of him.

“Running away is not something you usually do” you said and Mason finally looked at you, raising his eyebrows.

“I used to do a lot of things that I don't do anymore” not that you deserve Mason being rude, but it's clear that Mason still resents you.

“And that's why I know things between us aren't resolved yet” you saw Mason sigh, and you wanted so much to be able to hug him, but if you asked him to he would probably run away from you.

“Yes, everything is resolved. We resolved it when you decided to leave” Mason held the glass and threatened to get up, but you grabbed his arm and stopped him from leaving. “Please let me go, don't make me suffer again.”

“I don't want to make you suffer, Mason, I just want to talk to you for a while” you practically begged him, but Mason was still trying to pull away from you.

“Talk about what? About how my life went to shit after you left? That I was here suffering while you started a new life in fucking Australia? You wanna know about that to laugh at me because I was an idiot?”

“Don’t do that, please” you whispered, because Mason had no idea how much you suffered away from him. You never told him, of course he doesn't know.

“I gave my all to you, Y/N, and that's the worst ‘cause I still love you so much that my heart feels like it's going to jump out of my chest” he said looking at you and you felt your own hands tremble, Mason always had that effect on you. “You can't just leave and come back wanting to talk to me like everything is fine, because it's not.”

“Please don't act like it wasn't difficult for me too” You felt your eyes water and Mason shook his head in disbelief.

Because it was really difficult. You spent weeks thinking if you did the right thing, if leaving everything in England was the best option, if ending the best thing that had ever happened to you was the best choice, and there was only one answer in your head.

“Yeah, I know. By the way, where's your boyfriend? Is that why your life was hard in Australia?” Mason asked and drank all the last drink he had ordered. “I went to hell after you moved out, and while you were there enjoying your new life I stayed here because I was dropped off without notice. Don't feel rejected because I don't want you to fuck me again, you rejected me first.”

Mason turned his back and left the club without saying goodbye, leaving you alone with the guilt and regret consuming you.

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

You took at least five deep breaths before ringing the bell on the white door in front of you. You also don't know how or why, but your fingerprint was still registered at the entrance to the building where Mason has a flat in London, and after convincing Aimee to tell you if he was there, she finally said yes.

You regretted it the second you rang the doorbell, especially since it was only seven thirty in the morning, but you had been up all night and would go crazy if you didn't go there. You raised your finger to press the doorbell again but heard a grumble coming from the other side of the door, and you hated yourself ‘cause you probably woke Mason up.

He opened the door wearing only underwear and a crumpled face. You swallowed hard.

“Y/n?” He spoke in a hoarse voice, and before he could tell you to leave, you entered the apartment cause you needed to talk to him. “Is there something wrong?”

Mason closed the door and looked at you, waiting for you to answer. You took another deep breath, but it still wasn't enough to make you less nervous.

“It was difficult for me too, it still is” Mason raised his eyebrow. “Don't think that just because I never said what you wanted to hear, I didn't feel anything, I just knew that our time together had an end date and there was nothing to change that.”

“Look, I don’t want to-”

“You’re gonna listen to me, Mason” you stopped Mason from speaking, and then he kept looking at you. “It's not fair for you to say that I didn't suffer, because no one was in Australia with me to know that, you don't know how many nights I cried on the phone with Aimee wanting to give up everything to go back to England and to you.”

“And I don't care if you think I don't care about you, but know that you were one of the best things that ever happened to me and you can't treat me badly like you treated me yesterday, it's not fair to me either” you stopped for two seconds to breathe, and Mason looked at you without saying anything. “You know how much I always wanted this job, Mason, and you can't imagine how much it hurts me to realize that I'm gone and I was much happier here than I am in Australia.”

A tear fell from your face and you wiped it away, Mason brought his hands to his face and sighed, taking a step towards you, but you stopped him from getting closer.

“I'm not here to ask you for forgiveness, I just needed to say a few things.”

And you were gone as quickly as you arrived, leaving Mason and his own thoughts alone.

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

Mason felt like shit for the rest of the day, mainly ‘cause he knew he treated you badly. The problem is that Mason gave you everything, and when he least expected it, you broke his heart into pieces.

Those were terrible months, Mason was training, he was irritated with everyone and especially on the field, which caused him to be sent off and made the coach discuss with him. Mason spent months without sleeping through the night, got drunk at every party he went to, and even spent weeks without talking to his own family so no one would ask about you.

Aimee and Henry's wedding is tomorrow and Mason would rather be anywhere but there. He can't even imagine what it's going to be like to see you so beautiful and in a relationship with another man who's oceans away, but Mason knows it's going to be very difficult.

“Why do you have such a shitty face?” Declan asked as he took the beer Mason handed him, and Mason had been quiet for minutes while they were watching an old football match that was on the television.

“Y/N came here this morning” Mason spoke softly and threw himself onto the couch, sighing as he remembered the words you spoke to him. “I feel like shit again, bro.”

“You've been feeling like shit for eight months, my friend” Mason rolled his eyes, but he couldn't disagree. You came back and turned over all the feelings that Mason thought were gone, when in fact they were stored and emerged to squeeze his heart again.

And he knows that in a few days you'll be gone again, he knows it'll be shit again and it'll be another eight months to forget everything.

“I feel like we haven't ended things between us yet, but I'm not ready for that. Man, I love her so much, she's gonna kill me again” Mason confessed, and for months he hadn't talked about you to anyone but Aimee. His mother would always ask, but Mason wouldn't talk about it to her, or anyone else.

The funniest thing was that even the fans said that there was something wrong with Mason, but he always said that everything was fine while putting that sadness deeper in his heart.

“Don't let her bring you down again then” Declan said it like it was obvious, but it was easy for him because he had Lauren, Jude and he was happy.

“It's not that simple.”

“Make it so.”

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

“You look so pretty, I'm gonna ruin my makeup from crying this much” you said as you shook your eyes to stop crying as you looked at Aimee in the wedding dress. “I have never seen such a beautiful bride.”

“Please, stop, you're making me emotional and I can't cry” Aimee said looking at the ceiling, and then you approached and hugged her, saying once again how beautiful she was. “You look beautiful too, that color looks wonderful on you.”

“I know, I really look good in blue” you joked, and she laughed as the two of you checked to make sure everything was ready for Aimee to get married. “Let's check if we have everything.”

Aimee agreed and went to the window to see the place where the ceremony was taking place. All the guests were already there and in a few minutes it would be her turn. The day was beautiful, and everything was perfect. You walked over to the window, looking down at where the guests were sitting, and even without meaning to, your gaze quickly found the person who had been your thoughts for months.

Mason was laughing with Declan and Reece, and he had no way of seeing you there but you could even see his eyes closing as he laughed. He looked so happy, he didn't look like the same sad-hearted man you'd met two days ago, and for a moment you felt good that Mason was smiling.

“Did you talk to him?” Aimee asked, and you nodded.

“He hates me” you shrugged because it's the truth.

“He doesn't hate you, don't be silly, Mason loves you so much, he just didn't know how to deal with you leaving.”

“It doesn't matter now” you wiped away a tear and turned to Aimee, smiling at her. “So, something old?”

“My grandmother's earrings” Aimee pointed to her grandmother's gold earrings, and they really were beautiful.

“Something new?”

“My dress.”

“Something borrowed?”

“My shoe.”

“Something blue?”

“The sexy lingerie I'm wearing underneath.”

“Oh, spare me the details” you rolled your eyes, and then smiled nervously ‘cause the time was finally coming. Aimee's father came in to call her and you finally left, but not before wishing her good luck.

You went down to where the ceremony would be and greeted a few people, some surprised and happy that you were back in England. Lauren waved and called you over, so you quickly walked over to her, sighing because Mason was there too. You felt your hands sweat as you walked down the hallway, as well as your heart racing.

“Hey guys” you said and almost groaned when you saw that the empty seat Lauren had saved was next to Mason. “Is this place for me?”

Mason looked at you and you almost forgot how to walk, because he had this effect on you, making you nervous with just a look. He was so handsome, he looked like he was ready for his own wedding. You quickly looked away from him, but Mason didn't stop looking at you for a second.

“Sure” Lauren smiled and you wanted to kill her. You sat next to Mason, controlling your breathing, and even so he didn't stop looking at you, leaving you blushing.

“You're drooling man, control yourself” Reece spoke softly to Mason, and Mason cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, making RJ laugh. You were talking to Lauren because you had nothing to talk about with Mason, but his cologne was all around you, making you drunk by the smell of the perfume he had been using for years.

Everyone cried or got emotional when Aimee walked in, especially Henry who cried like a baby when he saw her walking towards him. You and Lauren were almost sobbing throughout the ceremony, and Declan was already laughing at you.

When they said their vows was when you and Mason looked at each other, and a racing heart because of his deep gaze on you made you come closer and hold his arm, leaning your face against his suit in a loving way, and it was the closest to love you had come in eight months.

Because Mason means love to you, and not even so many months apart have changed that.

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

“I'm nervous, I forgot the speech paper” you whispered to Anthony, Aimee's brother, and he shrugged with a laugh.

“Not my problem, Y/N, I've already said my speech.”

“Okay, I can do this” you took a deep breath and he helped you climb onto a chair. Everyone had already eaten dinner and everything was so spectacular, it would be a wonderful night for your best friend.

You trembled as you saw all the eyes on you, but you held the microphone and smiled to pretend you weren't nervous.

“I wrote some words on a piece of paper but I forgot the paper at home, so I'll have to improvise, I hope the bride and groom don't mind” everyone laughed at what you said and you felt your cheeks heat up, speaking in public wasn't very easy, speaking at a wedding was even worse. ��I remember the day Aimee came to me when we were in college a few years ago and said she met the coolest guy in the world and I said "impossible, no man is the coolest in the world" and yet she said he was.”

“In fact Henry, you proved that you are really a very nice guy and Aimee was right, ‘cause she shines when she looks at you, just like we can see in your eyes how much you love her. I could tell you all about some of the embarrassing moments of the two of them, but I prefer to talk about love cause I think everyone would like to hear it.”

“I once asked my mom how she knew my stepdad was the right person for her and she told me it had to be someone special. It's a person who doesn't mind being silent by your side because they know that everything is fine even without talking. It's someone who makes you happy just by remembering that person for a minute of the day or the whole day. It's someone who doesn't judge you, doesn't embarrass you or devalue what you feel.”

Even without wanting to, your gaze fell on Mason, and he was staring at you on top of that chair with a microphone in your hand. He was paying attention to every word that came out of your mouth and you almost lost focus because it hurt so much knowing that you would never have him in your life again.

“You two are each other's special person. I'm sure everyone here has someone special, and it's worth dropping everything when you know you have someone by your side to love you and go through everything with you, because that's how love works.”

Your eyes filled with tears and you had to stop looking at Mason ‘cause even he got teary-eyed listening to you. You looked at Aimee and she was crying and trying not to ruin her makeup as she ran her hand over her eyes, and Henry next to her smiled as he wiped a tear that ran down his face too.

You also had to wipe away the tear that ran down your face.

“Here's to Aimee and Henry. May their lives be wonderful” you raised your glass of champagne and everyone raised their own, toasting to their new life together. Anthony helped you down from the chair and you quickly went to your seat, but in reality you wanted to go out and cry.

Mason didn't take his eyes off you and you started to feel suffocated, especially since he hadn't even wanted to come near you for two days and he still left you in pieces when you tried to talk to him.

“I've never heard such beautiful words, Y/N” Aimee Aimee hugged you and you smiled, still with tears in your eyes. “Thank you for coming, thank you for being my best friend. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Aim.”

You didn't even make it to the table because everyone stopped to congratulate you on your beautiful speech, and when you finally got there, Mason was no longer there.

“Where is he?” you asked RJ, and he said that Mason had gone to the bathroom, before anyone could stop you again, you went to look for him.

You waited a few minutes before Mason came out of the bathroom and saying that he was surprised to see you waiting for him was nothing new. You stared at each other for a few seconds before another guy came out of the bathroom and you and Mason had to break contact, so you pulled him by the hand and walked down the hallway until you found another door.

Mason didn't say anything as he followed you, and when you saw that it was a warehouse and there was no one there, you went in and pulled Mason with you, pushing him against the wall.

“I love you” you whispered and Mason's eyes widened, shocked because he finally heard the three words he wanted to hear so much. Maybe it was too late and you would never be together again, but at least you got your feelings off your chest and told Mason. “Oh my God, I love you.”

“What?” Mason put his hand over his mouth, not wanting to show his smile, but he was smiling so much it was impossible to hide it. “I didn't hear.”

“I love you, I love you, I love-.” You had never felt such relief when Mason reached out and pulled your mouth against his.

Kissing Mason is like Christmas morning, or the morning of your birthday or the birthday of someone you love. Feeling Mason's arms is like feeling like nothing in the world can bring you down ‘cause you have someone protecting you from everything and ready to fight with you.

“Does he ask to hold your hand?” Mason whispered and then kissed you again, and you couldn't respond because you were busy feeling the wonderful taste of his lips. “I bet he doesn't kiss you like I do.”

Mason held you with both hands on your neck, and then he brought his hand to the back of your neck and grabbed your hair, making you pull your mouth away from his and look at him.

Why did he have to be so handsome?

And that stupid blond hair, that made you want to take his clothes off completely.

The look on your face was probably desperate with desire ‘cause Mason smiled and ran his tongue over his lips, staring at your mouth.

“No” you confessed, feeling Mason smile. “You're the only one who knows how to touch me and how to love me.”

Mason smiled when you responded and pulled your mouth against his once more, wrapping his arm around your neck and holding you against him. It was okay, you didn't want to be anywhere else but in his arms.

Mason pushed you against the wall and you gasped ‘cause his body against yours gave you protection. How did you manage to go so many months without him? You only knew one home, and that was next to Mason.

You'll never be able to live in Australia alone again.

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

“Are you ready for a wedding?” Mason asked as he kissed your skin, and he whispered it because of the blue panties you were wearing. You weren't discreet when you left the wedding together and you heard your friends cheering when they saw you get into Mason's car, and you hadn't been able to stop smiling for hours, ever since he kissed you for the first time. “Something blue…”

You sighed as Mason showered you with kisses, you were numb with his body on top of yours. You didn't know how much you had missed this, these moments with Mason where you completed each other like soulmates, because only he knew how to drive you crazy.

“There is still something borrowed and something old missing” you said, closing your eyes and bringing your hands to Mason's hair. His breath was on your groin and you almost moaned, because you were tired but you needed Mason so much that you felt like you were going to explode. “But we can think about it.”

“I don't want you to think about anything but me right now, love.”

✦‎۟ ࣭ ⊹

It's been a month since you got back to Australia and you and Mason have been trying to keep things at arm's length, but it's really hard because when you're waking up, Mason's going to sleep or when you're working, Mason's waking up.

But ever since you set foot in England again, you knew that this was where you belonged, and when you returned to Australia, you didn't think twice when you asked for a transfer again.

Your boss agreed and said that you could get the same position in England, but you would have to wait a few weeks for all the paperwork to be ready. No one knew you were coming back because it would be a surprise to both Mason and his mom or his friends.

And at that moment you were at Manchester airport ‘cause the first place you were going was home. Mason. You don't even know if he's at home, if he's training, he might even be with someone else there and you feel like you might faint when you think about it.

It's already getting dark and cold, but you’re at an Uber with the only two suitcases of stuff you'd taken to Australia with you. The car dropped you off in front of Mason's house and if you weren't so nervous you would roll your eyes at the size of the place.

You rang the bell at the gate and after a few rings you heard a bark and raised your eyebrows, because you didn't know Mason had a dog.

“Hello?” His voice was hoarse and you almost cried, you were missing him so much it was making you sick.

“Hi, were you the one who asked for a girlfriend?” you were smiling and everything was silent for a few seconds until you saw the door to the house open quickly. Mason ran barefoot on the wet grass and you couldn't stop the tears from falling down your face.

“What the fuck? Are you insane?” Mason pulled you against him, lifting you off the ground as you jumped against him and wrapping your legs around his hips. “I thought you were in Australia, my god I missed you so much. I love you, I love you” Mason whispered and squeezed you, without letting you go.

“I love you, I'll never leave, never again” you cried as you hugged him, trying to hold onto Mason everywhere so he would never let you go again. “You are my home Mason, I'm sorry for everything, I know I don't deserve it but I just want to be with you forever.”

“I can't believe you're back, I'm dreaming” Mason finally let go of you and put you on the ground, then he pulled you in and kissed you after more than a month away from your lips. “You're still going to kill me by doing these things to me.”

Mason pulled your bags and pointed to the entrance of the house, and you walked as he pulled your things. You stopped when a puppy ran out of the house towards you, and you bent down to pet it.

“Oh my God, we already have a child?” you joked and Mason just smiled and crouched down to be close to you. The puppy jumped on your legs and then ran to Mason, who petted his fur.

“This is Ace, he’s a boy and he has been my new company since you left me alone.”

“Ahh, poor boy, he had to put up with you crying for long weeks.”

“His mommy is home now” you stood up and looked at Mason, kissing him once more.

“My home is wherever you are.”

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Anxious: simon ghost riley x f! reader

This is part of the Quiet Series

Warnings: angst, fluff, Ghost taking cafre of you and being a dumb idiot in love

Ghost didn't like how you made yourself scarce once everyone arrived back at base. He knew you had gone to the showers to wash off all the blood but since then you had disappeared.

You would've come back to eat with him or the others by now. You would've made conversation with him on the helo ride back.

You were quiet however, for a lack of a better word, and you had a strange look in your eyes that made him uneasy. It was unlike the sadness the crept in every once in a while. It was something so much more visceral yet he couldn't quite place what you were feeling.

He noticed almost immediately how distant you were and how it seemed you were stuck inside your head.

Ghost barely took a shower before he was on the search for you. He wasn't good with words and it was a particularly cold night out but lucky for him you seemed to cheer up around his presence regardless.

It made him not want to be alone, strange enough. There was a lot about him that was changing because of you, good things that he decided to put aside for your sake at the moment.

He found you in the armory where you cleaned up your rifle in silence. He waited for you to give him more than an acknowledging look since you were facing the door but when you dipped your head back down he frowned.

A pit formed in his stomach.

"You've been quiet." Ghost grunted and you raised an eyebrow.

Ironic, and he wasn't even trying to be funny at the moment.

"What happened?" He pressed.

He saw you go down but after that his line of sight was cut off by the walls. After that he saw you covered in a lot of blood and you barely communicated at all since.

You paused and glanced away from him. There was an uncertainty in your eyes before you gently set your rifle down.

"He pinned me down." You signed and his eyes hardened. "And I freaked out."

Ghost waited for your to elaborate but that was all you said. He knew there was something more, especially when you grabbed your rifle to hide the slight shakiness in your hands but he saw it.

He saw everything about you.

You weren't one to panic either, not in the field, not like that.

You were keeping something from him and he didn't like it. He didn't like that you were pushing him away, you were keeping him out...but it's not like he had been as open either.

There were a lot of things you didn't know about him. There were a lot of things he didn't know about you even if he wanted to know more.

Maybe he could try it in the future. Just for you.

But right now you didn't need that. He could see how much turmoil there was inside you and to break open the doors, to throw gasoline on the fire would only make things worse for you.

"Are you hungry?" He asked softly.

You shook your head and gave him an apologetic smile that felt forced.

He narrowed his eyes. He knew you weren't being stubborn on purpose but that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to be stubborn either.

"Doesn't matter, you're coming with me." He signed to make sure you were listening and turned around.

You made a noise and he glanced back at you to see the confused look on your face.

"Well?"

You got up a little haphazardly when he gave you a stern look and came up beside him with slight confusion before he nodded towards you.

"We'll get a jumper before leaving, it's cold."

Later Ghost sat at your desk with a plate of food from your favorite restaurant. He watched you eat on your bed in silence, the conversation going into a lull while the two of you were preoccupied with food.

He felt better that he had convinced you to eat but you still had that distant look in your eyes.

It wasn't until you set your utensils down that he understood why.

"My old team and I were close." You signed without looking at him. "Like a family."

"Most are." He said and truly believed it.

Though, he'd rather not admit it to anyone else but you.

"They're gone."

Ghost clenched his jaw. It hadn't occurred to him that your old team being gone was the reason why you transferred. He thought it was because you had outgrown them, you had gotten too skilled and wanted something more.

He didn't ask any questions especially as you tensed up.

"I don't want to lose you too."

His eyebrows knitted together. He's not entirely sure what brought along that but he didn't make any comment about it.

"You won't." He assured you but you shook your head.

You looked up at him and his heart sank from your pleading eyes. He watched you open your mouth as if you were trying to say something which made his chest tighten even more.

When nothing came out shame flashed across your face and you turned away from him.

Ghost said your name, your real name and you flinched before you shut your eyes tightly.

He didn't really think when he stood up and sat down beside you or when he gently grabbed your wrists. He wasn't one for physical touch, not until you came around and always spared him light taps on his arms or shoulders.

When you still didn't open your eyes he held your face gently and you finally looked at him.

He stared into your teary eyes and in that moment he nearly kissed you.

He wanted to. He wanted to kiss you to take away all of the pain you were feeling, to know what it felt like to feel your lips against his own and to show you how he truly felt. More than the times he walked with you or told you jokes to make you happy, more than everything else.

Ghost glanced down at your lips and he leaned forward.

It was the wrong moment.

He rested his forehead against yours and looked deep into your eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere." He stated firmly but low enough for only you to hear. "That's a promise."

You blinked a few times before you shut your eyes and a shaky breath escaped your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and it only took a moment for him to pull you into his lap and hold you tight.

You clung onto him and hid your face in the crook of his neck.

He rested his head against yours and wrapped his arms protectively around you in hopes that he could bring some sort of comfort to you without saying anything else.

Ghost lost track of the time and when he woke up in bed with you in his arms the next morning he realized he much preferred this to his own bed.

a/n: things will come about and they will open up eventually

Tags: @buckysjuicyplums @thedevillovesflowers @sleepyycatt

#quiet series #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #call of duty #ghost mw2 #mw2 ghost

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w--zii · 5 months

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a surprise

bf!jihoon x fem!reader

[minors dni]

smut warning: needy jihoon lol. male masturbation. audio recording, thats all. let me know if theres more.

vc: 530

being away from you... wasn't his favourite. even though most of the time he was in his studio creating masterpieces, barely coming home or having time for you, when things aren't in his control it drives him mad.

this is one of those times. he is aching for your touch. palming himself through his pants, he's been staring at white ceiling for 15 minutes now. with a crying groan he took his phone from nightstand and checked if he has any new messages from you. zero, of course, you are probably overworking yourself again, he thought.

jihoon's mind raced as he lay there, his thoughts consumed by images of you. the memory of your touch on his bare skin, your scent, the way you looked at him every time you took him inside your mouth, feeling your tongue on his pink-ish head.. all the thoughts fueled his desire even more. (he has a tent now)

his fingers tapping on the screen as he navigated to the voice recording app. all his song drafts welcomed him. with a smirk on his face he pressed start button and set down the phone beside his head, where the microphone can get every single sound he makes. now some pant unzipping sound can be heard. he took his cock out and gave it couple of strokes. he brought his hand mouth to spit on his fingers, especially leaning towards mic.

his slutty smirk never left his lips. he started smearing his precum all over his head, small whines leaving his mouth, he felt his heart beating faster. how many days its been since he grew this horny? he doesn't even know anymore. all he knows is how he wants you on top of him.

hand tightening around his cock, he couldn't let go of the image of your warm throat welcoming him. he didn't hesitate to make noises, even he's making sure that you can hear how needy he is for you when you listen to it.

his hands fastened as his desire for a release grow bigger. he let out breathy moans every 2 seconds, making every noise known to humans. he slowed down his movements to edge himself, moaning your name and mumbling about how much he needs you, misses your tight cunt around him. he knows that if you were to be with him here right now, you'd get bratty and torture him, of course, only to get punished afterwards. but anyway.

“y/n.. princess, i wish you were here.”

“wouldn't you want to suck me off, hm?”

“i know you miss my cock.”

“a–ah, y/n”

“i'd rather cumming on your pretty tits than my own hands..”

“mmh. my slut. i miss you.”

and.. more of him yapping....

he let out his hungry groans as hips chased his hands, bucking and going after his climax. long ropes of cum covered his stomach, glistening and making an absurd shape, it was sad that you weren't there to lick him clean. he rested both of his hands on sides as he ride though the orgasm.

he stopped the recording with his clean hand and continued staring at the ceiling. proud of his actions (lol).

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

not proof read. © w--zii. do not repost.

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spidybaby · 1 year

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Omg can I please have some fluff like Kylian and reader visit his parents house for the weekend and it makes Ethan really happy to see reader because she’s his bestie, when they get there Ethan takes her away from Kylian and he gets jealous they spend over 3 hours together and then reader comes back to Kylian in his childhood bedroom where they watch movies and have cuddles💕

"Can you say it again?"

"Blueberry."

You laugh, making him repeat words in english. You love the way his accent sounds, loving the way he pronounces the words.

"I love it." You laugh, squishing his hand. "Don't forget to call your dad."

You were driving to his mother's house. He planned this weekend exclusively for his family and you two to be together.

Since the beginning of the season, he has had so much stress, making him crave some family time.

His mother and brother lived remotely close to his house. Sometimes, even spend nights with him.

But this season, everything changed, Ethan was practicing with the first team, but he was traveling with the second team a lot, and his mom was busy with his foundation. Making the time very much tighter for them.

Fayza went to Bondy. She wanted to get some paperwork and some things ready to sell the house. The thing that made Kylian sad.

His mother's house was the first thing he ever bought with his hard earned money. He wanted his parents to have their own home. So he gifted them the house.

His mom kept the house during the divorce, so it was hers now. Kylian didn't have a say because, as he says, it was theirs and not his.

Before the divorce of his parents, they all used to live there. Even their older brother and Melissa.

But when he moved from Monaco to Paris, Jires went to Turkey and Wilfried to another place closer to Paris. The house felt different.

Melissa and the kids stayed there with Ethan and Fayza. But to him, it was still weird not having his father with them.

"Oui, mon amour."

He was in charge of the music, being the passenger princess he was, refusing to only sit and relax. So he took the dj job.

The call was quick, Wilfried and him exchanged some words and then hang up.

"I want some waffles with whipped cream." He says, stomach roaring.

"Well, you could have had it, but you refused to eat."

"I wasn't hungry. You knew that."

"Maybe because you chose to wake up like ten minutes before leaving."

He pouts, not answering, but his facial expression was enough of an answer.

"We are almost there, bébé." You say pointing at the GPS. "And knowing your brother, he's probably waiting for us."

"Correction, he's waiting for you."

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He sees you as an older sister he can trust. Always stealing you and making you two do all sorts of things while visiting.

"He is." You sigh, turning your head to him quickly. "It's not my fault your family loves me more than you."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He knows you're joking. He actually loves how close you're with his family.

He never met someone who was so perfect with his parents, brothers, and even extended family.

The drive continues for another twenty minutes. Thankfully, the roads were pretty empty, making the drive a fast one.

"Look, we're here." You smile, squishing his arm. "Ready to have an amazing weekend?"

He nods, smiling like a kid on Christmas day. "Oui, I'm so happy."

He helped you with the bags, asking you to go onside and announce yourself, but two little laughs beat you at that.

"Y/n" Lana yells, she throw herself at you.

"Bonjour, mon petit fille." You spin her around. Kissing her cheeks.

You look for her brother, noticing he is in Kylian arms. He's welcoming his uncle. "Bonjour, Isayah."

You got closer to them, kissing his cheek just like you did with Lana. Making him laugh.

Fayza was standing at the front door. The scene was adorable to her. She can easily picture you and kylian in a few years with your own children.

Living in a house with a big garden, she thought about it maybe a little too much. But she can't be blamed. After all, Kylian was the one who described how he pictures your life together.

"Bonjour, my babies." She says, catching your attention. "Come here, let me help you."

She hugs you tightly, repeating the actions with her son. She took Isayah from Kylian arms, following you to the living room of the house.

"Melissa, hello." You say happily, she has become a close friend for you. Always counting on her for everything.

"We literally saw each other like three days ago." She laughs, hugging you.

"She's obsessed with you, that's why."

"You're just jealous, kyky."

He rolled his eyes for the second time, going upstairs to leave the bags and to wake Ethan up.

"How was your exams?" Fayza asks, curious about your life.

"It was good, I think I did a good job."

"You did, don't doubt about yourself." She says, kissing your cheek.

She was like a mom to you, always caring and loving you since you met her. She was extra special to you, knowing you were there to stay since the beginning.

You can hear kylian laughing from the second floor, probably doing something to Ethan or laughing at some joke.

"Boys." Fayza shakes her head. "Come help me, sweet. I can guess Kylian didn't eat breakfast."

"You know your son." You laugh, walking with her to the kitchen where she was cutting some fruits and making waffles.

You chat with her and Melissa, who joined you. Kylian and Ethan were in the living room chatting with their dad.

Wilfried and Kylian were messing with Ethan. He recently changed his style, so he felt a little more confident than usual, which Ky loved.

"Let's eat everybody." You call.

Wilfried shared some stories about his most recent trip, Melissa worked with Kylian, so her stories weren't new for the family.

Ky told them about the next matches, feeling like his stories were kind of repetitive, but you enjoyed them.

The way he was very into creating new ways and opportunities for him and the team to score and win.

"But the news here is, this mademoisell right here." He pats your knee. "Is going to be a valedictorian again."

They all got so excited at the news, Fayza and Wilfried telling you how proud they're of their "daughter."

As the day continues, you spend the rest of the morning helping Ky and Wilfried to prepare the meat and veggies for the barbecue.

It was Ethan the one with the idea of making a big family barbecue and everybody agreed with him.

"After this, you and I are going to play some fifa. This time, you're not beating me." Ethan lightly pushed you, making you laugh.

"Yes, and I want to know about that girl you texted me about." You whisper in his ear, making him blush at the thought of his crush.

"Deal, but first a fifa game."

After lunch, Lana and Isayah wanted you to join them on the pool. Wanting to play with you and their uncle like always.

"Oh, mon bébés." You say sadly, you wanted to swim with them but also you promised Ethan days before to have a chat with him. "As soon as I finish with Uncle Ethan, I'll be here, okay?"

Kylian pouts more than they do. You send him a kiss while you walk inside the house.

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He trusted you with his life. Sometimes, when Kylian was away and couldn't get a hold of him, you were there for him. Ready to help.

When it comes to girls, you're his go-to person. Maybe because he knows how much Kylian is a master with the football but not that much in the dating area.

"Okay, pause pause pause." You laugh at him, pushing you in order to make you lose the goal. "You, young man, own me a story."

"I own you anything, woman." He laughs, imitating your tone.

"C'mon, tell me, did she like the roses?"

"She did." He smiles. "Thank you so much for helping me. I don't know what I would do without you here."

"Probably be the best at fifa." You say, making both laugh at that. "But don't worry, E. I'm here for anything you need."

The fifa game took hours, hours Kylian didn't got to spend with you. Hours he was pouting like a child.

He's sitting on the couch hearing the laughs and screams you and Ethan are making. Feeling left out.

He knows feeling like this is dumb, but he's been so busy lately that even spending time with you was a bit difficult.

He helped his parents with picking up the plates, washing them and even helped Melissa with the kids.

And still not you.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Mbappe." You say in this funny accent. He was in his old childhood bed, a single one. He looked so big for the bed.

He turns to the wall, feeling left out and being jealous. "Go play fifa."

"Yeah, it was fun, I had to pick your player." You tease. "But maybe I should have picked Olivier. He's faster."

He turns back to you, eyes narrowed and pout. "Did you just call me slow?"

"You're such a baby, come here, mon amour." You throw yourself on top of him. He hugged you like a koala bear. "God, you're crushing me."

"Good, so you don't go."

"What if we moved and watch something?"

He thinks about it for a few seconds, making you squeak. "Can we watch that scary movie I like?"

"If I say yes, would you let me breathe?"

He laughs, softening the hug, making you sigh and breathe deeply. "Can you get some popcorn?"

You nod, getting up from the bed. But first, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "Some soda too?"

"You're making me break my diet." He laughs. Kissing your lips.

"Good, once in a while." You return the kiss.

Going down to the kitchen, you notice that Fayza is there, sitting at the kitchen island with a book in her hands.

"Hi, I thought you were asleep by now."

"No, Ky wants to see a movie, and he's kinda grumpy from all the attention everyone is getting from me. Everyone but him."

"Well, he's a man. They always want more but never know how to ask." She laughs, winking at you.

You laugh with her, making a little chat while the popcorn is getting ready at the microwave.

"I'm gonna miss this house. I feel like it was yesterday when Kylian brought me here to meet you."

"Oui, so many memories. But I think it is time for us to move on."

You nod, thinking about the amazing memories you shared with Kylian and his family there.

You place the popcorn in a bowl, grabbing two sodas and leaving Fayza and her book alone.

The movie was good, it has a scary factor. But your mind was still roaming through the memories.

You scratch lightly Kylian arms, something you do when you're cuddling while watching a move or a show.

He's focused on the movie and the popcorn. Not noticing how you're so lost into nothing.

"I wish we could stay longer. I know this is not my family home, but this place has something that I love."

"I get it, I feel like a part of me hurts from thinking about letting this go."

You stayed quiet for a while, trying to focus on a little bit of what's left from the movie. Kylian, on the other hand, got lost into his thoughts, he loved this place.

He wanted to make this a vacation home, to bring his kids to the place where he grew up, where the people supported him.

He wanted to save his childhood house. He wanted his, well, your kids to be able to hear the stories you created there, to be able to feel the magic you two feel there.

He takes the remote, turning the TV off, making you protest. "I have an idea."

"We're not pranking anyone, Ky."

"No, that's not it." He gets up. "Well, that's a good idea, you can't deny."

"No." You laugh.

His hands found yours, intertwining them and looking at you in the eyes. "Let's buy the house."

"What?" You say, taken aback by the sudden proposition.

"Oui, we can use the house for weekend getaways, we can use it for vacations. For special occasions."

"But I thought."

"I know what I said." He interrupts you. "But I can't deny that there's a special something, and in the near future, I want to create more memories with you here. I can't wait for our kids to enjoy this place like we did."

"Oh, bébé." You let his hands go to press your palms to his cheeks, kissing him slowly. Feeling all the emotions. "We have to talk to your mom about it."

"Can you believe that? If she says yes, this will be our first house together."

"This will be your house, Kyky." You laugh, even tho he always told you that what was his was yours, this was different from a t-shirt, this is a whole house.

"No, bébé. This will be ours."

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herbatalover · 9 months

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Javier just being very in love with his very tall bf

please and thank you

A/N: I'M BACK. Because I'm sad, I have COVID and I'm miserable, thank you very much. Also my dog is snoring next to my ear so I'm sorry if I make any mistakes, she's distracting me. Anyway, enjoy

(English and Spanish are not my first languages, please forgive me for any grammatical errors)

Mi Amor

Javier x male reader

It was a chilly night in Colter. You were hovering over a fire, staring at it silently. It's been tough lately, the gang lost many people. But you kept your hope for a better tomorrow.

However stress was eating you out. Your boyfriend, Javier went out with Arthur to look for John. It's been a while since they were gone, and seeing how the snow kept coming, you couldn't help but feel scared that they got stuck in it. If not, some hungry wild animal got to them.

It wouldn't get much from Javier, you tried to cheer yourself up. He's thin and short, not much meat. Well, short compared to you. But thinking about it, he was shorter than some members of the gang. Non of them could compete with you, of course.

You were... Well, tall is an understatement. You were almost a head taller than Charles, who was the tallest from the whole gang. But even you outgrew him. You used to be slightly insecure about it, seeing your background, but Javier loved it ever since he met you. He always made you feel loved, he had a gift in that. Whenever you were at your lowest, or overthinking, he came to cheer you up.

But he wasn't here now. In fact, you didn't know where he was. You weren't even sure if you'll see him again. Out of all people in the camo, why was he the one that decided to go? Why couldn't it be Bill or Lenny? They would've done better. This fool isn't even made for a weather like that, he's Mexican after all!

But before you could go any further down the road of worry, you heard horses outside. Not long after, the familiar voices of your beloved. Oh, yes, and Arthur's too.

You jumped up, excited. Delighted even. You ran to the source of the sounds, seeing as others were helping John down from the horse, Abigail immediately going to scold him. You rolled your eyes. She could give him a break at least now.

Before you could observe what was happening after, you felt arms wrap around you, pulling you into a hug.

"oh, mi amor! I was so worried will you manage without me!" The short Mexican cried out, hiding his face in your chest. You immediately slapped the back of his head.

"you worried?" You frowned, sending down a glare. But upon seeing him rubbing the back of his head, your gaze softened. You hugged him, picking him up a bit. A gesture he loved. "I thought I lost you... What took you so long?"

Javier chuckled nervously, nuzzling to you, the exhaustion washing over him.

"got some company on our way back..." He muttered, sighing softly. You smiled a bit, rubbing his back, watching him.

"I hope nothing serious?"

"wolves"

"then it wasn't anything serious" You laugh at his offended gasp before getting a light punch on your stomach.

"I could've been eaten!"

"noo, they wouldn't go after you. Look at you. You're a cute type. Not a meal you'd want to eat"

"oh you said something different that one night-" you covered his mouth before he could finish, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks. Yes, it was a nice night, but not the type you'd want the whole gang to hear about.

"oh shut your mouth pendejo..."

"esto es por que te amo" he chuckled softly, taking your hand off of his mouth, taking your collar and pulling you down into a soft kiss. You blink few times, surprised before smiling slightly, kissing back.

Javier was a fool. You knew that. But he was your fool. And you'd be damned if you didn't merry that fool sooner or later. He always found ways to throw you off your feet.

And it was easy, considering the height difference.

^^^^^^

!! Any mistakes in the Spanish parts are fully my fault, I'm still learning it but Google Translate showed that I wrote the sentence correctly, so it's partly it's fault as well. !!

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m-beloved · 7 months

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Nothing next to you || Bi-Han x Gn reader

Bi-Han canine poetry series in Reader pov, kinda filler ig. Ooc/poor writing, emotional vulnerability, toxic relationship, light angst, Scott Pilgrim and Laufey reference. Previous part here

You and Bi-Han stood in front of each other awkwardly, avoiding each other's gaze. The two of you were at Madam Bo's, where he was leaving and you were entering. Although you had no hard feelings towards Bi-Han, you knew he still felt slightly resentful towards you for breaking it off with him.

"...I see you still eat here." You said, mentally slapping yourself. Of course he would, why wouldn't he?

"...Yes, I do." He responded dryly, crossing his arms. "And I see that you still slack off work." You flushed in embarrassment, letting out an annoyed huff.

"I finished my work already. I'm just taking a break." You glared at him, as though challenging him to punish you. You had forgotten how much he irked you. "And even if I didn't it's not like you care."

"If you slack off on work, then it is my responsibility. I'll have to punish you." He rolled his eyes, moving to leave before freezing when he heard the words that came out of your mouth.

"What are you going to do? Run away like you did back then?" You sneered, hiding the hurt boiling beneath your skin. You didn't mean to bring it up, but seeing him just brought up the memories you tried to push down. "Run away like how you run from from everyone who's ever cared for you?"

Bi-Han looked away, unable to meet your eyes. He kept his face neutral, but his eyes shone with the faintest glimmer of pain. "...I'm sorry." He muttered out, much to your surprise. This was so unlike him, for a moment you wondered if the man standing in front of you was really Bi-han.

"I was...afraid. I couldn't face you, and I ran like a coward." Bi-han reluctantly admitted, meeting your eyes as his poker face broke for just a moment to reveal his regret. "You made me feel so many things, and I was so unused to it that I didn't know how to deal with them."

"You made me feel like nothing, Bi-Han." You gritted your teeth, holding back the hot angry tears that threatened to leak out. You wanted to know if he loved you, and to learn that all this time your relationship failed because he did? "You were afraid?" You raised your voice, a small crack making it's way into your voice.

"Well good for you then. All I ever wanted was for you to just see me. Not some performance I put on, not the picture people paint of me, but just...me." Your shoulders slumped with defeat, tired eyes staring at the floor with a mixture of sadness and rage.

Turning away, you left without saying anything else. You weren't hungry anymore, the thought of Madam Bo's food no longer making your stomach growl. The further you got, the faster you moved until you were running to god knows where. How ironic.

You had spent so many days reminding yourself how Bi-Han didn't care about you, and yet your nights were filled with dreams where he still did. The cryomancer was once your closest companion, now just another failed relationship that you failed to keep afloat.

Sometimes, when you looked at him a flicker of grief lit itself. You truly love him, you still did. He was once the only person you trusted to share a bed with, someone you wanted to share your oranges with.

But he didn't seem to love you back. You had to initiate everything, deal with all the whispers that you were only with him for his power and struggle with the responsibilities that came with being his partner.

Yet, the most he seemed to do for you was training you or having your back on a mission. And while you appreciated it, a part of you began to wilt whenever he simply kept quiet while you talked to him.

You couldn't take it. You loved Bi-han, but that love wasn't enough to keep your sanity. Whenever you were with him, you felt as though he never truly knew who you were. All those affectionate gestures you gave, he simply accepted and brushed off. If it had continued, you would have sunk deeper into your despair.

So you broke it off. You couldn't take it anymore, couldn't give more. Whatever you did, Bi-Han never seemed to reciprocate. And there was nothing you could do but leave. You didn't want to dwell on the decision, you knew if you hesitated enough you'd change your mind. You loved Bi-Han too much to really leave him, but you needed to love yourself too.

And now, everything was awkward and wrong. You missed his company next to you in bed, the way he peeled oranges for you in the evenings, just everything about him. Bi-Han may not have shown much care for you, but he had his moments and you kept them close to your heart.

It hurt to have something with him, albeit one-sided but it hurt even more when there was nothing. You knew it wouldn't work out, yet you refused to not try. And now, you wondered if you should have simply minded your own business and let Bi-Han stay an arm's length away.

A/n: I feel like this could have been better. It doesn't feel sad enough and I wanna try working on that. Anyways I love Bi-Han so much, he is me and I am him. We are one. (I am mentally ill and relate an unhealthy amount to the version of him in my head.)

#bi han #bi han x reader #mk1 #mortal kombat #bi han sub zero #mk1 x reader #sub zero #bi han x gn reader #mk1 x gn reader #mortal kombat x reader

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azariaisfluid · 14 days

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My daddy and me!

R@pe play,Fauxest,bondage,DDLG

This is my first time writing so pls bare with me

♡ I had been home from school for upwards of four hours now and daddy still wasn't home ♡

♡ Usually daddy was home, i was getting so so hungry and very very sleepy!♡

♡ Since momma left it had only been me and daddy hes taken really good care of me for a long time!♡

♡ I was so hungry, so sleepy and so so hot ♡

♡ I could feel my body start to sweat as i continued sitting and waiting for him! Daddy wouldnt mind if i took off a few layers of clothing!first my shirt,then my skirt but i was still so so hot in the end i was sat completely bare on the chair! i slowly fell asleep!♡

♡ The heat and boredom knocking me out waiting for daddy to get home, my princess cunnie rubbing on the chair as i slept unknowingly making me all wet and sticky!♡

♡ Daddy got home hours later i was still layed fast asleep with my head on the table, He walked in immediately spotting me, his little princess on the table completely naked♡

♡ Daddy picked me up to carry me to my bed, as he put his hand under my little bum he felt the wetness of my cunnie through his shirt, Daddy has been pent up for a while. After momma left he hasn't had anyone to help him with his needs. As he feels my wet cunnie the smell of my sex filling his nose he couldn't help but get excited his thick cock slowly becoming more and more erect ♡

♡ a million thoughts raced through daddies mind as he slowly walked me to his room, walking quickly past my pink bow covered bedroom!♡

♡ Daddy layed me on his bed, I hadn't even stirred from my sleep. He walked to a draw in his room, pulling out exactly what he wanted. A weird feeling filling daddy's chest as he walked over to me sleeping body "I'm sorry baby" he whispered in my ear as he grabbed one of my hands using the first peice of rope to tie it to the bed, then the other hand, then my legs untill my entire body was tied, unable to move and ready for him to take ♡

♡ Daddy ran a finger down my wet cunnie as he kissed down from my neck to my hips, it caused even my sleeping body to shake and my lips to explode with soft whines. He got to my cunnie moving his finger and letting his soft lips meet My dripping slit and gently licking it. He couldn't hold back anymore as he used his fingers to spread my lips and started licking fast at my clit, a primal hunger engulfing him. Loud moans and whines came out of me my virgin cunnie coming closer and closer to the edge! ♡

♡ my eyes flicked open disoriented and confused my legs shaking as my hands instinctually pull on the rope, I start to cry , the funny feelings in my tummy becoming too much I tried to look at who was between my legs but I couldn't lift my head up high enough and daddy though he could hear My cries w as too busy. I felt myself cum hard in daddies mouth the foreign feeling coming over me Hard I scream in a mix of pleasure and confusion. Daddy looks up at my crying face as I realise it's him. "DADDY, What are you doing!! Thats my nono area!" I scream daddy had told me never to let anyone touch me there ever!!♡

♡ Daddy made eye contact with me as he lifted himself up aligning him tip with my hole. "I'm sorry baby, you know daddy loves you. This will help daddy okay? Make daddy feel better" I continued crying but I didn't want daddy to be sad I felt a burning sensation slowly fill my cunnie as daddy pushes himself in me I scream and daddy uses his hand to cover my mouth i could feel the burning sliding into me till it was all the way in my stomach!♡

♡ daddy stroked my hair gently as my cunnie got used to the feeling, but as soon as it did I felt it again, daddy snapped his hips back taking his nono area out of mine before slamming it in again I scream but all daddy does is apologise, he keeps going. Daddy bites my neck hard as he keeps thrusting, I fight against the ropes trying to push daddy off but it dosnt work.. slowly the burning pain turns into something else the weird sensation from when daddy had his head on my cunnie started coming back. It took over the burn as my screams turned into moans!♡

♡ Daddy grunted as he smiled "feel better now baby?" I nodded moaning his name over and over "I'll make sure to make this quick but memorable baby I don't want to push you too much on your first time" he said between loud grunts, i could barely hear him over my whimpers and plees!♡

♡ the foreign feeling came back as pressure built up in my tummy again I try to tell daddy but I can't get the words out "I know baby, your going to cum.. daddy is too baby, let it all out my love" He Pummeled me harder, the ropes starting to burn my wrists and ankles but all I can focus on is daddy!♡

♡ my tummy tightens as my entire body shakes, my mind going blank, all I can feel is daddy pushing in and out of me more and more becoming sloppier and sloppier till I feel hot liquid shoot inside of me, after a few more pumps he pulls out. Kissing my head and gently untying the knots, I could feel my cunnie pulsing, it felt so empty without daddy in it!♡

♡ Daddy pulls me into his lap bl00d and his juices slipping down my thighs as he kisses my lips before carrying me to the bathroom!♡

♡ And that! Is how me and daddy started our special time!! It hurt at first but now I know lots of different ways to help him be happy!!

THE END!!

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jenning-fcb · 4 months

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a clegan au where John love Gale so much that he doesn't want to live anymore, because Gale would never be his.

the realization hit him like a punch in the stomach, making him lose all air. ''I don't want to live'', John thought, ''I don't want to be alive'', he realized as tears gathered in his eyes. and now that he had realized it he couldn't stop thinking about it.

''I don't see any reason to be alive'', he kept thinking. it hurt, not having hope of getting better, how that hurt. it was the kind of pain that made his chest burn, physically burn. it was such a strong emotional pain that he felt it throughout his trembling body. His pain was reflected in his stomach that refused to feel hungry, in his eyes that continued to burn with repressed tears, in his throat that tried to suppress the urge to vomit that was growing.

he never thought he could feel so much pain. but every time he closed his eyes, he saw blue. the blue that reminded him so much of the sea. the sea that made him wish he had never learned how to swim, so he could drown in it. he would enter its blue immensity where he would waste his breath until his bitter lungs cried out for air. an air he would not receive. he didn't want to breathe anymore. he just wanted to get lost in that blue, he just wanted to drown in that blue.

every night, the blue of Gale's eyes haunted him, even though he closed his own eyes, he still saw it. if he slept, he dreamed with this blue, and while awake, that was all he saw.

loving Gale made John want to die, because he could never have him. and every day john cursed the God who put him in this world, just to make him love another man. why would God do this to him? he didn't understand. why make him love another man in a world that didn't allow that? it was unfair. was it a punishment? he didn't think he deserved it, despite all his sins.

what hurt most was his own desires, how he couldn't help but think what it would be like to live in a world that allowed him to say out loud that he loved Gale, a world in which he could feel gale's lips on his. sometimes he dreamed about it, and when he woke up it seemed so real that he could have sworn the kiss had been real.

it was horrible to think of a world where things could be different, because no matter how many times he thought about it, how many times he imagined it, no matter how many times he screamed to the sky begging, shouting ''please'', nothing would change and he could still be happy only in his head, only in his dreams. and each day that passed made it even less worth waking up. it was just to difficult to live knowing that he could only be truly happy in his fantasies.

and because of that most days he tried to sleep early even though he wasn't tired or sleepy, he just couldn't stay awake another second in a world where Gale wasn't his, while his eyes were open all he felt was pain. it was so much pain, much more than he could handle.

every time he opened his eyes and reality hit him, he was reminded that he could never have what he wanted. he could never be the love of his life. he just couldn't take it anymore.

it was so despairing and every time the air went in and out of his lungs, his despair increased, so he didn't want to breathe anymore.

if John could define living in just one word he would say that living is disappointing. he just didn't want it anymore.

sometimes Gale seemed to notice his sadness and at random moments of the day he would ask how John was.

''i'm between wanting to take your clothes off, or wanting to take my life.'' John would respond if he was honest, instead he said ''I'm fine.''

he just wanted to close his eyes, dream about Gale one last time, and never wake up.

#mota #masters of the air #clegan #buckyxbuck #john egan #bucky egan #gale cleven #buck cleven #im sorry #im sad so i wrote something sad

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chaosromanoff · 2 years

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Sorry for what I said when I was drunk (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You and Wanda are best friends, but you want to be more than that even though Wanda is oblivious about your feelings for her. Surprisingly, things go out of hand when, at a party, Wanda starts drinking a litte too much...

A/N: English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes you could (and will) find in this one-shot.

Warnings: Maybe a little bit of swearing, mentions of drinking/being drunk, Tony being an idiot but in a cool way. This is mainly fluff tho. Enjoy :)

You knew Wanda was the one for you ever since you exchanged words, that moment you felt a connection with her and it was almost love at first sight, but you knew she didn't feel the same for you.

She was always talking about Vision. How cute and adorable he was, how he treats her like a princess... You've heard anything but good things about the android, and you were a little jealous because that's the way you have treated Wanda as well.

"That stupid toaster." You mumbled. Natasha, who was one of your closest friends, just laughed at your words while trying to cheer you up.

"We all know you're better than him."

"Well, he was created to be perfect. I'm just a girl who's in love with her best friend." You said. Natasha could hear the sadness on your voice and she hugged you.

"You should tell Wanda." She said. "She needs to know."

"I don't want to ruin our friendship, Nat. I can handle the pain of her being with someone else. But if she leaves..."

"Wanda would never leave you, Y/n. I know she loves you."

"As a friend." You assured.

"Whatever, she loves you. And I know she wouldn't like to see you in pain because of her."

"I'm happy if she is."

"Yeah, sure, that's why you came crying to my room while saying "The fucking toaster is taking her away from me." At 3AM, may I add."

"I came here to get some comfort, not to get exposed." You said trying not to laugh.

"Think about what I told you, ok? Wanda needs to know about your feelings."

You just nodded and went to your room, since you've been on Nat's room all morning. You haven't even eat breakfast and you noticed you were hungry when your stomach started to make weird noises.

"Man, come on." You complained but started walking to the kitchen. "Hope there's something good in here."

"Well, if I count as something good, then sure." The voice of your best friend made you smile and blush at the same time. "Just kidding, I made some pancakes. I was trying to find you but I didn't know where you were."

"Oh, I slept in Nat's room."

Wanda arched her eyebrows at your words. Something you didn't see because you were reheating your breakfast.

"You two are close, aren't you?"

"Well yes, she's been a good friend since I arrived."

Wanda just nodded at your words, feeling a little bit mad about them. She wasn't used to you being with someone else, you were always with Wanda, almost 24/7.

Obviously, she knew you were friends with Bucky, Steve, Tony and Nat, but she never noticed how close you were to the redhead before that day.

Wanda left the kitchen and you found it weird because she didn't say anything to you. You just ate your breakfast and went straight to your room to get ready for another infamous party. Of course, Tony planned that.

At exactly 9:30 pm, you left your room wearing a not-too-short red dress that hugged your body perfectly. When Natasha saw you, she gave you a compliment about your attire.

"Look at you! You look beautiful, Y/N!"

"Thank you, Nat." You smiled at her and you both intertwined your arms. "Should we get going?"

The redhead nodded and you went to the last floor of the Stark Tower. There was a lot of peope in there, most of them were dancing, other few were drinking and talking, and tere was Steve, who wasn't even drinking.

"Hey, old man." You greeted and he rolled his eyes smiling. "Come with us, take a drink."

"I'm waiting for Bucky." He explained. "He was supposed to be here like twenty minutes ago."

"He probably fell asleep." Nat said and both you and Steve laughed. "Why don't you go and look for him?"

"I will. I'll be back in a few minutes." Steve said and walked to the elevator. You follwed him with your eyes and that's when you saw her.

Wanda was with Vision and Tony, who was joking about them for being an unusual couple. Wanda never spoke a word, she was just smiling uncomfortably and drinking her cocktail.

"Are you gonna save your princess from the monsters?" Natasha asked you softly, smirking teasingly.

"I don't know if I should. I think she's mad at me."

"Why?"

"I told her I spent the night on your room, she got angry because she thought I replaced her."

"Sounds like she was jealous."

"On a friendly wa-"

"Y/n, you should stop with that or I'm gonna punch you on the face." She interrupted you. "Wanda likes you as much as you like her. Haven't you noticed the way she looks at you?"

"You're lying." Natasha rolled her eyes but didn't said anything. You forced yourself not to go after Wanda, but Nat took your hand and walked you to your best friend, Vision and Tony.

"Good night, lady and gentlemen." The redhead greeted, Wanda's eyes focused on you for a moment before turning her attention to your and Natasha's hand.

"It's nice to see you, ms. Romanoff and ms. Y/l/n." Vision answered.

"Hey, Romanoff." Tony smiled. "So is this place full of couples now? Seriously, first Capsicle and the other fossil, then Vision and witchy and now... the spy and the wonder-kid. Isn't this adorable?"

"It isn't." Wanda quietly mumbled before drinking all of her remaining cocktail. Stark and Vision didn't hear her, and Natasha pretended she didn't hear it.

"We're not really dating." You said to Tony.

"Really? Because someone told me you have spent nights on Romanoff's bedroom."

"We're just frie-"

"Trying to figure it out what happens." Nat interrupted you while wikning at you. She kissed your temple before whispering on your ear. "Trust me."

You nodded and you noticed how angry Wanda looked right now, like she was about to kick the hell out of Natasha.

"I need another drink." Your best friend said and ran away to the bar.

"Well girls and Vision, I need to go, Pepper just arrived. Have fun and congratulations to the new couple." You all smiled before you turned your eyes to Natasha.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Like I said, trust me, and trust the process. You'll thank me later."

Thankfully, Vision had left a few seconds ago, so he didn't hear your conversation with Nat. But your beloved brunette best friend was watching you from afar.

Her insides were burning up. She didn't like how close Natasha was from you. How her left arm hugged you by your waist. How her lips kissed your cheek. How you smiled and blushed at her actions.

That was supposed to be her instead, not Natasha.

Time passed by, Wanda never stopped drinking and Vision never left her side, talking to her about probably nothing important since she wasn't paying attention.

Thankfully to Wanda, Tony arrived again and took Vision off her side. Wanda's head was spinning, she was dizzy and the fury in her veins was present again when she saw you dancing with Natasha.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna kiss you." You said to Natasha.

"I didn't want that anyways." Nat playfully rolled her eyes and you laughed.

"I'm so thirsty. Do you want a drink?"

"I'm fine, go and drink something."

You left the dance floor and approached to the bar, you ordered a cocktail and waited next to Wanda.

"Hey, Wands! Are you having a good time?"

"Not when I see you that close with Romanoff." She answered.

"What?"

"You heard me. I don't like when you're with her because you should be with me instead."

You blushed hard at her words, her green eyes never left yours. She meant it.

"Wanda..."

"I'm serious, Y/n." She said. "I know we've been friends for a long time now, but... I like you more than that." She was clearly drunk, but you couldn't help to feel happy at her words. "I wanted to forget about my feelings, but I can't now. Not when someone else is taking you away from me."

"Natasha is not really-"

She interrupted you but not with words, her arms circled your waist and you could feel her hot breath on your neck, making you silent in that very moment.

"Don't leave." She said silently. You rubbed her back and she snuggled closer to you. "I like it when you're close to me, when you hug me and when you brush my hair with your fingers." She confessed. "Stay here, please don't leave me"

"I won't, I promise." You assured. "You have been drinking all night, right? Let's get you out of here."

Wanda just nodded and followed you to her room. You took her dress off and helped her to get dressed with an oversized t-shirt. You were about to leave to your own bedroom but Wanda stopped you.

"Would you... sleep with me?"

"Sure." You smiled at her and cuddled her until she fell asleep. You went to your bedroom and changed your clothes before going back to Wanda's room again. But when you were a few steps away from Wanda's door, Natasha stopped you.

"Is everything ok?" You asked.

"That's what I should ask you, but since you're going to Wanda's room, I can say everything is more than fine" She said while arching her eyebrows.

"Don't be a prervert, you idiot." You rolled your eyes and Natasha laughed. "She said she likes me."

"I told you!"

"Yeah, but she's drunk. Probably just said that because she has been drinking all night."

"Stop being so pessimistic, dammit! Haven't you heard that drunk people always say the truth?" Natasha almost shouted. "Now go with your girl and have a talk about your feelings."

You entered Wanda's room and noticed she woke up, she stretched her arm trying to reach for you and you got close to her.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? I thought you were asleep." You mumbled.

"I was just waiting for you. Would you come here now?"

You nodded and her arms surrounded your body when you entered her bed and kept you close to her. Your faces just a couple of inches apart from each other, you could appreciate her features and you thought you couldn't be more in love with her.

"Are you gonna kiss me?"

"You're drunk." You simply said.

"I'll wait until tomorrow then."

"Sure, then. Goodnight." You answered, thinking she would forget about it in the morning.

But she didn't.

That's what you thought when you woke up to big green eyes looking at you. Wanda's hand cupped your cheek and she brushed your soft skin with your thumb.

"i'm sorry for yesterday." You almost heard how your heart broke into a million pieces.

"Don't worry. We all say stupid things when we're drunk." Wanda smirked, knowing she messed up.

"I think you're not understanding." She said. "I'm sorry that I had to be drunk to say that I like you, and I wasn't that drunk honestly." She confessed. "But I had to tell you I like you while I was sobber. But seeing you with Natasha..."

"We're not dating." You told her almost automatically, she laughed at that reaction.

"I know, I see the way you look at me." She said. "Sorry I hurt you, I just didn't know how to act to this... feeling inside me. And you don't have to forgive me just now, let me-"

"Hey, it's fine, Wanda. You just made me the happiest girl alive in this very moment." You smiled at her and brushed her hair with your fingers. "But don't do it again."

"I won't"

You both got up and you went to your room to get ready for the day. When you finished, you walked to the kitchen to cook some breakfast but noticed Wanda was just there, cooking something that smelled delicious.

"Smells good." You said approaching to her.

"It's a traditional Sokovian breakfast, you'll love it." Wanda said smilingly. "By the way, I think forgot something."

"Salt?" Wanda laughed at your question and she approached to you, her arms surrounded your neck and pulled you closer to her face.

"No, it's something sweeter."

"How do you know that?" You asked her hugging Wanda by her waist.

"I don't. I want to prove if my theory is right." She said looking at your lips and you did the same to hers.

"What are you waiting for?"

The moment you finished asking that question, Wanda's lips crashed on yours and you felt in heaven. Her lips were soft, warm and the sensation was better than you always thought.

"Yeah, you're definetly sweet." She said when the kiss ended, and you couldn't help but smile and kiss her again.

"She certainly likes you as a friend, Y/N!" You heard Natasha's sarcastic voice behind you and you just flipped her while still kissing Wanda, making both of them laugh at your action.

hope you enjoyed it! <3

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x fem reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff one shot #the scarlet witch #wanda maximoff fic #marvel one shot #scarlet witch #marvel imagine #wanda maximoff x reader

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ruhorih4ra · 1 year

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╰⁠(⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠ᗜ⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠)⁠➝ Part. 6

I have a feeling I just reused a scene from another of my ffs, that's because my brain it's lazy af JASJAJ please feign dementia for me ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

Get out of my way 🌈

“Hmm! You've to try this, it's delicious!” Beelzebub looked at you with an expression you couldn't read. Was it yearn? affection? Love? A mix of all? “Why are you looking at me like that?” You kept eating the giant dessert.

It was an exuberant one, the demon lord’s castle made of different kinds of ice cream, just for the two of you.

“Here.” Beel lifted your chin and wiped some ice cream from the corner of your lips, he licked it happily. “You're right! It's delicious!” You blushed almost instantly, not a cute soft blush but something more violent and clearly noticeable.

“I must look like a tomato.” Beelzebub laughed and closed his eyes for a brief fraction of time, tilting his head as if trying to see the similarities.

You didn't know how or when, but he was already by your side. Next thing you knew, Beel was kissing you. His lips were soft and sweet against yours. It felt so real, the smell of candy mixed with something sweeter that you couldn’t pinpoint “No. I would say you taste like cherry.”

Sometimes memories come back in the form of dreams. This was the case, you knew it was a dream but it had happened. Your heart ached knowing that your little oasis was ending.

“Mc, let's do this again! I love eating with you, I love you!” He smiled and you felt at peace, you had the ridiculous idea that maybe you could trap this moment in a bottle.

“Promise me we will.” As soon as you tried to control it, the dream began to fade. This wasn't part of what had happened, at that moment, you hadn't had the need for a promise.

“Beelzebub, promise!” The urge you felt to hear those words was absurd, even more since you knew it was a dream. But you needed it, desperately, you wanted to live that false reality.

You didn't want to remember how Beel started going to eat with Sc instead of you. How he would bring you food as a consolation prize.

“Promise me, please!!” You felt tears streaming down your face, were they real? Beelzebub’s face started to blur and his voice sounded far away. “Mc, don't cry, I prom-”

You woke up gasping for air, you felt sweaty and restless. There was a prominent and growing feeling of hunger. You hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, the fight with Lucifer had sent you straight to your room.

Even if they had offered you something before, you couldn't have eaten it. Now things were different, you felt so hungry that it was actually painful.

“It's quite late, they must be asleep by now, Right? You! Go and check!!” “Why me?! I just got here!!” You took the Little D. of Wrath from one of his horns. “Do it, NOW!” The mirror cracked and your eyes glowed with a furious neon green. “At your orders, MC!!”

While the Little D. went to check, the other little demons looked at you from some distance, clearly gossiping about your bad attitude and mood swings. “The coast is clear!” You immediately went to the kitchen, your stomach roaring quite similar to Beelzebub's.

You opened the fridge, taking the first edible thing that caught your eye. “Delicious. Finally, some good fucking food.” “That's just a piece of cheese, human.”

You took a neatly prepared plate, it was protected with plastic and a note that said: "To Mc, we are sorry. Please eat something." You fell to your knees, removing the plastic and eating with your hands.

The need to consume grew with each bite you took. The more you thought about the brothers… “Don't be disgusting, use a fork.” “No.” It was delicious, you recognized the flavors of your favorite dish. It brought tears to your eyes, but also an incredible great feeling of sadness.

“They think they can apologize with a simple act of care.” You sobbed, discarding the plate and taking a pie instead. The pie had a note attached “Property of Satan. Beel, don't eat it or else...” “Screw you, Satan.” You saw a single elegantly decorated pink muffin. It tasted wonderful. “Hmm, fumckium Amsmo!”

Comically, a glowing poison apple appeared in front of you, you could have sworn a choir of angels was heard. “Okay, okay, I get it. Divine punishment, but yeah I can't eat this, it would literally kill me.” “I'll take it.” You shrugged, whatever to piss Lucifer off. “Okay.”

You saw Sc's baked bread, it looked really good but your stomach had already arrived to its limit. “I think I'll pass.” “Give it to me!!” “Finee!” You passed the bread to the Little D. of Gluttony and... wait, what?

You turned to see the Little D. so fast your neck actually ached. The tiny demon was raiding the fridge, whistling happily.

Your jaw was hanging, surprise clearly written on your face. “No, no, no!! The last one arrived just some hours ago! Why are YOU here!?!” “Don't blame us for your sins!!” “No, no, no. This is bad, absolutely bad.”

There were already four of them, the story didn't mention the time but you had a hunch they hadn't shown so soon.

Not even two days had passed since it all started! “Stop!! You're going to empty the fridge!!” “I'm still hungry!!” You bit your lips, panic taking a hold on you. Without much determination and more resignation, you sat on the floor. “What am I going to do now?!?”

A single tear rolled down your face, you were tired, anxious, worried and alone. Your head fell into your hands as you shook it. “God, I took care of your grown up children, please take care of me too!”

“Hahaha, You're so funny, Mc.” Your heart stopped for a moment. That voice, a calming yet alarming voice. Swallowing, very slowly, you lifted your head from your hands. Your eyes following the voice until they landed on a wide smile.

“Hi, a pleasure to finally meet you! Well, we had already met... But now you can actually see me!!” You blinked twice, painfully slow. “Hahaha, oh please forgive me! I'll start again.”

The beautiful lady in front of you smiled and offered you a hand.

“Hello, I'm Lilith!”

Pt. 8! ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ

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gamerbearmira · 6 months

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CAN'T YOU PLEASE MAKE AN EXCEPTION

I'VE GOT GOOD INTENTIONS I JISY CRAVE PROTECTION FOR MY BALL OF PERFEVTION <\\\333

No but uh. I was listening to No More Birthdays while writing this. It was so sad, so fun <3333 I need to do more for other aus tho. Gonna post a housebroken one later, though if anyone has an ideas for an au I haven't done any writing for in a while. Lemme know any prompts or ideas <333

ANYWAY ESKETIT

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Camilo sat on a bench, underneath a tall tree. He was watching the kids play. The human kids. It was rare that they were able to go out and play in the daylight. They didn't burn to ashes like the stories, but they did get sunburned easily. That's why their Abuela made them stay in the shade.

Isabela and Dolores had parasols that they used sometimes, but it wasn't the same. It was worse for Antonio, because he wasn't allowed outside really at all; Alma rarely left him alone, but when she was gone, she always had someone over at Casita keeping an eye on him. Thankfully Señora Guzmán was happy to do it today.

Camilo looked over next to him, where Mirabel was sitting on the other side of the bench, staring longingly at the kids.

"Hey, Mira?" Camilo asked, looking at the ground while Mirabel turned to him. "Do you...do you ever miss playing in the sun? Like we used to?" Camilo asked, not making eye contact with Mirabel.

Mirabel looked at the kids again, her eyebrows furrowing. "Yeah, but...you know we can't..."

"I-I know! Abuela said. And I don't wanna make her upset," Camilo quickly said, sighing. "But I just...I just sometimes wish we were still normal. Like the other kids. I know Abuela saved us but...I'm still sad."

"Mirabel nodded. "Yeah. I don't like being hungry all the time," Mirabel said heavily, leaning on her arm and looking out at the field. "And whenever I eat, it doesn't help."

"That's the worst part," Camilo pouted. "He saw his sister across the market, her parasol above her head. Luisa was nearby with Isabela, clinging to her older sister's dress. He blinked a couple of times before sighing, catching Mirabel's attention. "Well. I guess we can't complain. I mean, Abuela saved us."

"Yeah," Mirabel nodded. "You are right there. Plus we get to have a ton of birthdays. Speaking of, what do you wanna do for your 27th birthday?" Mirabel asked. It was strange saying that, yet she and Camilo still physically looked 5 years old. But she had gotten used to it after year 23.

"I wanna invite our friends over and stay up all night," Camilo said, smiling. "I think this year we can pull it off and go into the morning," He said, and Mirabel giggled.

"Abuela always says we fall asleep, but...I think so too," Mirabel giggled.

The two were laughing and giggling, making jokes about their "situation". They didn't even notice their Abuela, Alma, behind the bench they were sitting on.

"What are you two laughing about?" Alma asked, and Camilo and Mirabel jumped but quickly recognized her.

"Abuela!" Camilo exclaimed, smiling and turning around, Mirabel following close behind. "We're planning my birthday party."

"But it's not for another 4 months?" Alma asked, laughing softly. "You're not going to stay up again, are you?"

"We can do it this time!" Mirabel said, pouting and Alma gently squeezed her chubby cheeks, shaking her head.

"Yes, of course you can," she said with a small smile. Camilo and Mirabel laughed, clinging to their abuela's dress. They seemed fine until Camilo's face dropped. He grimaced and looked up at Alma.

"A-Abuela?" Camilo asked, pulling away from his Abuela. Alma frowned, her gentle hands holding his face. Mirabel frowned, her face twisted into an adorable pout.

"What is it nieto? Are you okay?" Alma asked and Camilo looked up at his Abuela, his fangs having extended, peeking out of his mouth. His eyes had a red flint in them as he frowned, grimacing again as he clutched his stomach.

"My stomach hurts," Camilo said, holding his stomach. Alma felt her heart shatter with guilt and sadness as tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm so hungry."

"Oh, mi pobre bebé," Alma cooed, picking up Camilo. Mirabel made her way around the bench, her small hands clutching her dress. She felt Alma's free hand rest on her curly hair, the girl's round green glasses reflecting.

Alma kissed Camilo's forehead as he buried his face in her chest. "Let's gather your older sister and primas. Then we'll get you something to eat, okay?"

Camilo nodded, his face still in her chest. Alma sighed, her heart heavy with guilt and she guided Mirabel alongside her, heading toward Isabela, Dolores, Luisa. She felt so bad for her little grandchildren, so guilty, and she wished it didn't have to be this way. But it was and...she would do anything in her power to make them feel happy and safe.

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YOU HAVE TO STAY MY PRECIOUS BABY <\\\\33333

No but you know how devastating it is for Alma to celebrate their birthdays and not see them age??? She feels bad for other kids too; I mean her grandchildren do have friends, but they're all most vampires as well, and it's honestly heartbreaking to Alma that they'll stay kids for so long until they age again 😭😭

ANYWAY. MORE KATER <333

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto camilo #encanto alma #encanto vampire au #vampire au

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It’s Bad Again

Rory Culkin x Reader

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Idea: Rory comforts reader as she goes through a hard time with her mental health.

Words 2k

An: I hope you guys enjoy! Feel free to comment reblog send ideas you want written! Let me know what you think! It’s helpful to have encouraging words. Anyways. Thank you mostly for reading all my stuff. 💜

Warnings: Just mental health stuff and a little angst with much needed fluff.

You felt a wave of nausea wash over you, starting from your stomach and spreading to your chest. Your stomach churned with butterflies every time you faced the daunting task of getting out of bed. Your palms were clammy and cold every time you grasped the door handle, and your legs shook not allowing you to go to the world outside. You knew it was getting bad again.

You wanted someone to talk to, someone who would understand and support you, but every time you reached out, you got the same empty responses. 'You need to take care of yourself' or 'It's normal to feel anxious sometimes.' They didn't get it. They didn't see how much this feeling was crushing you. How it made you miss work, sit in the shower, cry your eyes out, and lie still in the dark for hours. How it made you distance yourself from your friends, your family, and your boyfriend, telling them lies about being ill or busy or needing some space.

You tried to cope with it in different ways. You tried writing down your thoughts in a journal, but the words seemed hollow and meaningless. You tried to distract yourself with various activities around your apartment, but nothing could keep the thoughts at bay. You tried to listen to uplifting podcasts and learn new hobbies, but they only made you feel more hopeless and inadequate. You wanted to cook yourself some food, but by the time it was ready, you had lost your appetite. The sight of the food on your plate made you gag. You never felt hungry anymore.

Today, you made an effort to at least drink some coffee and sit on your porch. You thought the sun would help you feel alive, but as you sat in the white plastic chair and gazed at the horizon, you started to wonder what the point of living was. You felt like you were wasting space, not only in your own life but other people's lives.

You gently placed your coffee on the glass table next to you. You hug your knees to your chest and resting your chin on them.

You watched the bunnies in your backyard, hopping around and nibbling on the grass. They seemed so carefree and happy; their only concern was finding something to eat. You wished you could trade places with them, even for a moment.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, breaking your trance. You sighed and pulled it out, knowing you had to check the message. You owed it to the people who cared about you to let them know you were still alive.

I'm on my way over.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. It wasn't that you didn't want to see Rory, but you didn't want to lie to him, either. You knew you could talk to him about anything, but every time you did, his face would change. He would look sad and worried like he was failing you somehow. You hated making him feel that way.

You typed a reply as fast as possible, telling him you were fine and he didn't need to bother coming over.

You wished he would take your word for it but knew he wouldn't. He knew you too well, and he cared too much.

You couldn't avoid him, no matter how much you wanted to. You could lock the door and pretend you weren't home, but he would just walk around the house and find you in the backyard. He had keys, after all.

You breathed deeply, trying to calm your nerves. It would be OK, you told yourself. You would be OK. Everything would be OK. Right?

You looked down at yourself, feeling ashamed of your appearance. You hadn't changed out of your pajamas in days; what was the point? Your hair was a tangled mess, barely held together by a scrunchie. At least you had brushed your teeth this morning. That was something, right?

The sliding glass door opens, causing your body to tense. You continue staring at the deck, not ready to make eye contact with Rory.

"Hey." He says, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He looks at you with concern, his blue eyes shining in the sunlight.

You raise your eyes to meet his, forcing a smile. "Hi." You say, standing up from the chair and walking towards him. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You hope he doesn't notice the tears in your eyes or the tremor in your voice.

He hugs you back, his strong arms holding you close. You feel the warmth of his body against yours, slightly boosting your serotonin.

"I missed you." Rory whispers, kissing the top of your head. He smells like cologne and coffee, a familiar and comforting scent. "I was thinking we should get out of the house today. Maybe go for a walk or grab some lunch?"

Your breath catches in your throat, and the feeling of anxiety returns. You don't want to go out in public. You want to avoid facing the world and its judgments. You gently pull back from his embrace, avoiding his gaze. You open the sliding glass door and walk to the kitchen. Hopping up on the counter, your legs dangle down, and you hold on to the edges for stability. "Do I look like I should be in public?" You joke, trying to lighten the mood.

He follows you into the kitchen, smiling slightly. He leans against the fridge, looking at you with love and patience. "At this moment, no." He admits, making you laugh a little. "But I don't think you should sit here either. It's not good for you to isolate yourself like this."

You snort, feeling a surge of defensiveness. "Because you know what's best for me, more than I do?" You challenge him, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. You feel guilt creeping in, but you ignore it. You don't want him to see how vulnerable you are. You roll your eyes trying to hurt his feelings by saying, "I don’t even want you here."

Rory knows better than to take offense to anything you say. He knows you’re hurting and refuses to believe you mean it. He stands up straight and walks over to you, his steps steady and confident. He rests his hands on your knees, staring at you with piercing blue eyes. "You can be mad all you want, but I'm not going anywhere." He says firmly.

Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. Why couldn't he just listen? You watch his fingers interlace with yours, and he gently pulls you off the counter. You follow him down the hall and to the bathroom. He closes the door behind the two of you, locking it so you can't make a sudden escape.

Rory makes you sit on the toilet seat, and you don't bother getting up. There wasn't any point in fighting him. You watch as he turns on the bathtub and fills it with your favorite bubbles that smell like lavender and vanilla. He closes the blinds as the water runs, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. He stands in front of you, bending down to meet your eyes. His fingers find the hem of your shirt, and he gently forces it off your body, pulling it over your head. He takes your hair out of the matted ponytail, a feeling of sadness washing over him when he realizes it's been quite some time since you washed it, let alone brushed it.

He doesn't say anything as he reaches his hand out to you, forcing you to stand. He looks at you with love and compassion, not judging or pitying you.

He helps you out of your bottoms and says nothing as he points to the tub. You nod subconsciously, knowing that he is right. You needed to listen.

You sink into the bathtub, feeling the bubbles caress your skin. You close your eyes and take deep breaths, letting the hot water soothe your muscles and nerves. You feel yourself relaxed, forgetting your worries for a moment.

Rory stands outside the tub, leaning against the sink. He watches you with a gentle smile, admiring your beauty and tranquility. He reaches over and grabs the shampoo and conditioner from the shelf, holding them in his hands. "How's it feel?" He asks softly.

"Better." You mumble, opening one eye to look at him. You see him holding the bottles and wonder what he plans to do.

He catches your gaze and smiles at you lovingly. "Wanna sit up and we'll wash your hair?" He offers, setting the bottles down.

You shake your head, feeling lazy. "I can wash my hair." You say, not wanting to move.

He chuckles, amused by your stubbornness. "I know you can, but I want to do it." He says, pouring some shampoo into his hands and rubbing them together. He leans forward and motions for you to come closer. "Come here." He says, waving you over.

You scoot closer to him, feeling his warm breath on your neck. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp and untangling the knots. You sigh in pleasure, feeling his touch and his care.

He rinses the shampoo from your hair and then applies some conditioner. He combs your hair with his fingers, making sure to coat every strand. He lets the conditioner sit for a few minutes, kissing your neck and shoulders, sending shivers down your spine.

He washes the conditioner from your hair and then turns off the water. The faucet stops, leaving only the sound of your breathing. "I know you don't want to go out in the world, and we don't have to." He says, grabbing a towel and unfolding it. "We can stay in and watch a movie, but I need you to not push me away." He pauses, looking at you with concern and sincerity. He watches you hit the drain, and the water starts to swirl down the tub. He helps you out of the tub, holding you steady and wraps another towel around your body, tucking it in the front just how you like it. "I'm here for you." He says, kissing your forehead and handing you another towel to dry your hair.

You follow him to your room where he hands you a T-shirt and shorts, letting you put them on yourself. He hops on your bed and pulls the blankets back, patting the spot beside him. He smiles at you invitingly, hoping you will join him.

You crawl in beside him. You lean into his chest, and he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around you, holding you close. He turns on the TV, flipping through different movies until he finds one that you both like, and presses play.

Rory looks at you with a gentle smile and says, "I'm really proud of you."

You look at him, puzzled, unsure of what he means. "For what?" You ask curiously.

He kisses your forehead and says, "For a lot of things. But right now, for getting up, making coffee, taking a bath, letting me help you when I know you hate it. For being brave and strong."

You feel a lump in your chest and a tear in your eye. You hug him tighter, "Thank you."

He runs his fingers down your arm lovingly, and you continue watching the movie.

You feel calm and relaxed, safe and secure. Loved and taken care of. As fate would have it, the person you were pushing away was the one you needed the most. Maybe you weren’t going to feel better today and maybe not even a week from now but you knew with Rory’s help you’d eventually get there.

#rory culkin fanfic #rory culkin x you #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader

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Sarah's House *TW* - from this chapter on

Six - Chest Hair

Masterlist

Hey guys! I know I said there'd be consistent updates but apparently my brain doesn't work like that. Chapter six is a lot of talking and some sad things. But its getting good. Get a little banter in this one. I hope you guys enjoy!

Price knew he shouldn't take the mission. The outcome seemed obvious, or so he thought. Until he wasn't anymore.

Like calls to like. Or something of the sort.

Ghost and Gaz have the table set and ready when Sarah makes it downstairs. The food smells amazing and her stomach growls as she walks in, both boys looking over at her. Ghost finds her hand, pulling her to him and kissing her head before pushing her towards a seat.

"Good to know you're hungry." She nods towards Gaz. Starving. She doesn't say it. Doesn't want to admit how hungry she really was. Had wanted to steal the MRE Johnny had offered her on the flight, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Made something simple, easy on your belly we hope." Gaz has such pretty hands, she notices when he sets her plate down. His fingers aren't too small or big, just right and long. Manicured nails showing just how much he actually cared for himself. She wonders what else those pretty fingers were capable of. Shooting? Fighting? Strangling? Fingering? Would he shove them down her throat to shush her while forcing the other ones inside her?

It's not until a hand touches her thigh that she realizes she was staring, or daydreaming. She shoos the thoughts away with the idea they're wildly inappropriate. These men saved her and have agreed to get her back on her feet, nothing more. What she's feeling is normal, she tells herself. Most woman saved like she was develop attraction towards their heroes, but she should not act on it. Plus, she doesn’t even know if her vagina works anymore. Hadn't been used since before she'd went missing. Even then finishing was rare. No, she needed to focus on herself and not the increasing need to frisk the men sitting around her.

"Do you like it?" Ghost and Jesus, everyone else are watching her. She looks down and actually looks at the food. Pasta. Alfredo with what looks like chicken and broccoli. It looks like what she imagines Heaven will look like. She takes a fork full and tastes it. Fuck me. It tastes like what she imagines Gaz tastes' like. Fucking Heaven. She moans, doesn't mean to but the food is euphoric. She hasn't had anything decent in two years. Slop and molded food that only kept her alive and never fed.

"I'll take 'at as a yes." The men are all smiling. Watching her eat being the first step in a long recovery.

Sarah listens to the boys talk as she eats. Her dad chiming in with facts and stories. She finished her first bowl and got another, just listening and watching the people around her. How normal it was. Conversations not pertaining to murders, rape, or torture. How it felt to sit and eat and not be gawked at or have things thrown at you. What it was like to not have food used as a bargaining chip. She enjoyed food before. Loved to try new things. Sushi, BBQ, pasta, anything. The only reason she was as small as she was, was because of her training. Russia had ruined it. Took away the love and smothered it. She ate only because her body screamed for it. Had done horrible nasty things for scraps. Allowed herself to fade to the black and whatever happen, happen. She'd forgotten what it was like to be human. To talk and eat and relax. Relaxing was still far away but this, this was nice. She was safe, fed, clothed, and happy. Maybe happy? Wasn't sure what that was anymore.

"Do you remember Rabbit?" Head snaps up as she hears her pet name. Cheeks flaming as she realizes she's missed the whole conversation.

"Hop away did we?" Price is smiling, no anger or malice in her voice. He's asking her if she's okay without making it a spectacle. She gives a quick nod and looked down to take a bite. Failure. It's loud and in her ear. She jumps, head whipping around to face nothing. She doesn't clock the eyes on her. No, she's too focused on the loud sounds in her head. Whore. It's across the room. Shape dark and standing taller than her. Face clouded in mist, swirling around. It's speaking to her. Useless. She crinkles her napkin. Worthless. Scoots her chair out. Traitor. Standing she goes to run. The thing closer now. Russian garbage. Used like the whore you are. She's running before it finishes it's sentence. Footsteps pounding behind her, she goes to hide in her room. Sobbing she's in the closet in seconds. Hit's the back and crawls into the corner. The clothes concealing her from view. Hands over her ears she rolls herself into a ball. The voices in her head getting louder and louder. Someone's banging on her cell door. The guards are trying to get in. They're gonna hurt her, tear her clothes again and try to touch her. Her team is gonna find her though, no man left behind. They'd promised.

"Sarah!" Her name is strange agaisnt her ears. She curls tighter and sobs louder. There's a loud noise and some light. They've found her. They're gonna kill her. Sarah is screaming, loud and hoarse.

"Flower, c'mre." Hands are coming towards her, rough and calloused. Hands that have held a gun. Sarah screams louder, begging for help. Feet kicking as she attempts to crawl away. Her side still aching from the last guard.

"Price!" The person behind the one trying to grab her is built just like the one below. The light behind him casting a shadow. She's praying her team finds her soon, terror racing through her veins.

"Move, she can't see our faces." The shadow is gone and suddenly she sees her tormentor. Brown eyes. She knows those eyes. Dean. She reaches out to him. Tears soaking through her uniform.

"You found me." Why is her voice so gruff? And she's wrapping her arms around his neck. Clinging to the man she'd spent years bunked beside. "You saved me." She's being picked up, carried to safety.

"We found you. You're safe, flower." Flower? No, raven. Her name is raven, Dean came up with it. She's set on something soft and pulls back confused. The face she sees is not Dean's, no but it is familiar. Flower. Someone else calls her that. Someone with a skull mask. Her fingers touch the baklava. She catches those eyes again and notices the difference in them to Dean's. Instead of gold she sees chocolate. Deep and smooth. Those eyes did save her, they carried her away from the horrible pain. Her lip quivers and shes shaking.

"Ghost?" Voice so low he almost misses it. Hands on her face he nods. She leans into those hands.

"Right 'ere. Haven't left you." He can see the tension in her bones. She's wound so tight she could snap. She looks over his shoulder to the other boys watching, her father in front.

"I'm - so-rry." She hiccups. Ghost is shushing her, hands holding her to him.

"No, don't do 'at." He throws a look over his shoulder and her dad is there in a instant.

"Rabbit?" She nods. Doesn't know what to say. Refuses to tell him what happened. Instead she points to the bed.

"I wa-an-na sl-e-ep." It's broken but more than she'd said in years. Her father nods and kisses her head before rushing off down the hall. She catches the boys and tears well in her eyes again. She makes grabby hands and Gaz and Johnny join Ghost's side. Sarah holding each of their hands as she leans on Ghost's chest, breathing slowing down. She tenses for a second when she feels the dip in the bed, before instantly relaxing when Price's scent hits her nose. She's safe like this, boxed in by the only four men who'd not hurt her. Who'd only ever offered kindness and safety.

"You need to sleep, lovie. We can talk about tonight in the morning." Price is rubbing her hair, she can feel the exhaustion taking root as the adrenaline fades out. He's right, she's picking up that he usually might be. But she doesn't wanna be alone. She's been alone for two years. So she tugs on the hands and looks up.

"Not alo-ne." Gaz is tugging her hand away in a second, her eyes going wide and breathing picking up. He's leaving. Tears well up in her eyes until he takes her chin and shakes his head.

"Need to get ready for bed if I'm laying with you." She smiles as he kisses her head watching as he pulls away and goes to change.

"You wanna change too?" Ghost is turning her face up.

"Pl-e-ase."

"Course." He's in her closet right after leaving her to sit with Johnny and Price. Price who is still rubbing her hair, and shit, she could fall asleep like this.

"Gaz wins this round 'aye?" Johnny is joking, his need to always make people happy even in the worst of times. Sarah doesn't agree and instead tugs him closer.

"You t-oo-o." Her cheeks are crimson even asking. The idea taboo but she can't sleep alone. Not yet, not when she can still feel the cold of her cell in her bones. Johnny nods, because of course, he'd do anything she asks. "Cha-nge?" Johnny nods before he too exits. Ghost comes back with a pretty purple set that looks like a dream. Price gets up to leave.

"I'll leave you to it." Turns to say goodnight and she's already stripping. He freezes, not because she's naked but because she's naked. It's the first time he's seeing her clean and treated. Her wounds and scars on full display. He catches sight of a nasty scar on her side. He doesn't mean to stare, doesn't even know hes walked closer until he's brushing his fingertips agaisnt the scar. She freezes for a split second before looking at him, gauging his reaction. She expects disgust or pity, but instead finds anger? She leans away and he finally notices her face. Shame. "No, never. You 'ave nothin to be shamed about? No ones angry at 'ya. We're mad at what happened, at the people who did it. Never you." Ghost slips the shirt over her head and pushes her into Price who hugs her. Squeezes her and places a kiss on her head.

"Get some sleep. Long day tomorrow." She nods and nuzzles into Ghost's black hoodie. Gaz is back, slipping in behind her and grabbing her arm. She allows him to pull her into the bed, slipping under the blanket and making room for Johnny. Johnny who is only in a thin pair of sleep pants. Sarah looks away, hoping he doesn't notice her red cheeks.

"Better watch out, Johnny snores." She giggles and she curls into Gaz, grateful for the warmth. Johnny scoffs as he scoots close to her and slips a arm over her hips.

"Speak for yourself." Gaz laughs and Sarah can feel the vibrations in his chest. Its calming somehow. Johnny kisses her head and nuzzles into her back, his breath warming her neck. Its comfortable, being touched like this. She knows she doesn't have to worry about them hurting her. They actually care for her and wanna see her thrive. And here wrapped in both of them she knows she's safe. She can sleep and not worry about waking up to hands around her throat or thighs. This is relaxing, she realizes. Wrapped up and warm. Both boys breathing evenly and holding her. She slips off thinking how this is her version of home.

Johnny does in fact snore. Extremely loudly at that. But she's fully rested, the sun dim through the curtains. Gaz is gone, must have gotten up earlier. She curls closer to Johnny, his warmth on the verge of easing her back to sleep. And she would've too, if Johnny hadn't slung his arm over her chest and squeezed, nuzzling into her back. It cuts off her air supply and she has to slap at Johnny. Clawing at the fat of his arm, pinching him.

"So-oap." He moves a bit. "So-o-oap!" A little louder. "Soap!" That's it. He's up in a instant. Eyes finding her and helping her sit up.

"What is it lassie?" She giggles a little. He's cute. Mohawk a mess, dried drool on his chin and sleep in his eyes. "What?"

"Cute." She squeeze's his cheek for added effect. "Yo-ur lo-ou-d. Squi-sh-ed me." Johnny blushes. Sarah smiles and snuggles into his chest, nudging his arms out of her way. The light hair tickling her cheek. She sits there and listens to his heartbeat. The rhythmic thump, thump, thump quieting the voices. Johnny rubs her hair as he hums some old song his mum used to sing to him. Sits there for as long as she wants, her touch calming his nerves. Easing away the terror he felt last night.

"Oi! You're awake." Gaz is still in sleep clothes but looks wide awake. He climbs in beside her and kisses her head that is still pressed to his friends chest. "Sleep good?" She hums in response.

"Sn-ore l-ou-d." He chuckles and smacks Johnny's arm.

"Told ya' mate." Johnny is grumbling.

"Can't 'elp it!" Sarah chuckles and pry's herself off him. Her eyes staring into the sparkling blue of Johnny's. She rubs her nose agaisnt his, causing him to shiver and nip at her own.

"C'mere. You're dad made French toast." She happily climbed out of the bed and into Gaz's waiting arms. Mention of her dads favorite breakfast food causing her stomach to growl.

Breakfast is simple and no one asks questions about last night. Letting her eat and wake up. Ghost gives her a cup of coffee, gawking as she dumps sugar and milk in it. Grumbling about "coffee is black" and "already too fukin' sweet". She just giggles and sit back beside Price and her dad. Almost moaning once again when the toast first touches her tongue. Memories of Sunday mornings and laughter bubbling up. Tears come to her eyes when she first takes a sip of coffee. The warmth is brings reminding her of her mom, the coffee she'd make her every morning. She take a second, closes her eyes and lets herself actually feel. The ache from losing her and from not having her when she needs her the most. Price catches it, catches everything really. It is his job after all. He takes her knee under the table. Three light taps to let her know its okay. That she's okay. And she taps back. Giving him a smile when she opens her eyes. Thankful for his understanding.

"I'm gonna head back home today." She stares at her father. Shock in her eyes. Maybe a little hurt too.

"Why?" Ghost grunts it out, going between looking at him and watch Sarah for a reaction. All she does is a slight dip in her shoulders.

"I can do more from there then I can here. Last night was proof I'm not capable of properly helping. And I feel I'm only in the way here." She looks away. Out the back door and into the forest. The sun shining bright. She wants to feel the warmth. So she promptly gets up and walks out the door. Letting it shut behind her. There's a lawn chair not to far from the patio in front of a fire pit. She sits down and brings her knees to her chin. Turning her head up she closes her eyes and just basks in the warmth. The sunshine bright even agaisnt her closed eyes. She evens her breathing and tightens her hold on her legs. The burning in her throat the sign tears are coming. She can feel the person before they speak, but doesn't open her eyes. Knowing if she does she's gonna break.

"Your mom was sick before you were born." He doesn't try and touch her. Just speaks. "Her childhood was rough and her time in the Marines gave her enough problems. I didn't quite understand until it was too late. She'd disappear in her head for weeks at a time. Found her with a razor a couple times, nothing too serious. She stopped after a while, though she was getting better. You were born and she seemed so happy. We both were. You were the light of our lives. Around your second birthday it got bad again. She would go to bed and just lay there. I'd find you in your crib, playing with the air. I tried to talk to her and help but it just didn't work. When you were two years old you walked in on her cutting words into her arms. I went to look for you and found you crying at her feet, your little hands bloody. You were asking her why she was doing it. I took you and cleaned you up, put you to bed. Then I went and called nine-one-one. She was gone for two days before coming back. I tried to get her help. But I wasn't enough. I lost your mother because of that, and I refuse to lose you for the same reason." Sarah chokes back a sob, allowing herself to fall into her fathers arm and cry.

"Mis-s her." He rubs her head, nodding with her.

"I do too. But she loved you. She may have had her problems but you brought her so much joy." She breaks harder at that. "I can't wait until you come home. But I know you are safe here. I trust you with these men more than you being home. They care for you, I can see it. I love you and want for you to be happy."

"Lo-ve y-ou dad." She knows when he's leaving, feels herself being handed off. Smells Price's musk and cries even harder. Knowing he was leaving to keep her safe.

"C'mere sweet girl. I've got ya'." She clutches onto him, sobbing into his chest as he rubs her hair and whispers in her ear.

#call of duty #john price #johnny mactavish #call of duty smut #kyle garrick #soap #call of duty imagine #gaz #price #ghost

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