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Ducky Turn! | Vivianne Miedema x Reader

You watched as Viv walked into the press conference room, trailing slightly behind Jonas. She was chatting animatedly to Connie, one of the Arsenal staff, and holding a reusable coffee tumbler in one hand. You also know that inside that tumbler is Viv’s favourite coffee "Morning Bliss," a small-batch, artisanal coffee roaster that you had bought from one of the local coffee shops in your area. She would sometimes bring a small bag of coffee beans to training or match days, and when you would ask her where she’ll find supplies to make the coffee, she’ll reply back with a“if there’s a will, there’s a way”. It’s become the only brand of coffee that Viv drinks.

Every morning, Viv likes to indulge herself in what she calls her “ritual”. The dutch begins her ritual by carefully measuring out the perfect amount of Morning Bliss beans. She prefers a medium roast, with notes of caramel and toasted almonds that allow the perfect balance of sweet to the bitter. She would grind the beans to perfection and then use the fancy sleek, stainless steel drip coffee maker that she had treated herself to a few months ago. As she waits for the brewing to complete, she would bask in the stillness and the quiet that is a rarity these days– or at least during the last 3 years.

Viv would then pour herself a cup, inhaling deeply as the steam rises and the aroma fills the empty kitchen. As she takes that first sip of her perfectly brewed coffee, Viv could not help but smile. For her, starting the day than with a cup of her favourite coffee is the second best thing to start the day. The first is–

She hears the pitter patter of little feet before she sees her.

“Mama!”

Evelyn, or Evie for short, is the best parts of you and Viv. Everyone says Evelyn is a spitting image of Viv—from the blonde curls that tumble down her back in unruly waves, to her vibrant hazel eyes, flecked with hints of green and gold. Evelyn has your nose, petite and slightly upturned, and dotted with the same freckles across her cheeks that Viv loves to kiss every night before bed.

You say it’s too early to tell what kind of person your daughter will grow up to be, but Viv swears she’s your mini me. Viv says you’ve both got the same stubbornness (although you would argue Viv is also a contender), the same outgoing personality, and the same sheer curiosity for the world around her. Like you, your little girl is always eager to explore new places and try new things. Whether it's taking the dogs out on new hiking trails, or embarking on a family camping trip, her adventurous spirit knows no bounds.

During her ballet class, Evelyn loves to wear colourful ribbons and bows in her hair. She keeps the same ribbons in her hair during football practice too. When she laughs, her nose crinkles up in the most adorable way, just like Viv. She loves to burst into a song or hum the tune of her favourite music, just like you do. She is your pride and joy, and your greatest accomplishment in life.

But she is also a whirlwind of energy that leaves a trail of chaos and laughter in her wake wherever she goes.

Viv recognises that gleam in Evie’s eyes and the furrow in her eyebrows as she glances at the last two steps leading to the kitchen.

Her daughter was going to jump.

Viv hastily puts her cup down and lurches forward, catching the tornado that is her child. There is not a day that goes by where Viv does not thank her athleticism for being able to keep up with her little daredevil.

She grasps her fearless little girl under her arms just before she can land the short distance to the ground. “Mama, Ducky jump!”

“I saw that, Ducky” She settles Evelyn on her hip, pressing a few kisses to her rosy cheek still warm from sleep. “But I’d rather not see that again. How many times have I told you you can’t jump from there”

“But I jump, Mama. Like a duck jumping in water!” Ducks are the little girl’s latest fixation– she loves going to the pond to watch the ducks, she loves to talk about ducks, she loves her duck stuffed animals etc. Viv thinks your daughter’s fascination with ducks was inevitable. When Evelyn was born, she was sweetly bundled in a light yellow blanket with a matching yellow beanie to warm her little head. Your private midwife briefly commented about how Evelyn little lips were constantly pursed in a pout whenever she slept, like that of a little duckling. Ever since then, “Ducky” became one of her nicknames.

Evelyn points one little chubby finger towards the kitchen counter where a plate of bite-sized waffles await her.

“Waffles!”

Viv snags the plate of waffles off the counter and deposits her duck-obsessed child into her booster chair. She hands her a fork and takes a seat on the chair right beside her. “Waffles yellow– like duckies, Mama!”

Viv smiles endearingly at her daughter, all cherubic face and bouncy curls. “Just like duckies, Evie”

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Now at the press conference, you watch as Viv and Jonas take their seats in front of the press, politely saying a few greetings to some familiar faces. Viv’s eyes meet yours briefly and she offers you a quick wink.

Jonas leans forward in his seat and starts the press. “Hello, everyone. Let’s get this started then– I’ve got Vivianne Miedema with me today”

Being married to a footballer had it’s perks– free match tickets, the cool events, club merchandise, and the occasional Adidas billboards of your wife which your daughter loves to excitedly point out every time she spots one. However, sometimes it seems not everyone understands the difference between the Viv, the mum and wife, versus Vivianne Miedema, the footballer.

“Everyone” being your toddler.

She still hasn’t fully grasped the fact that her Mama can’t be on her beck and call, especially while she is at work. At the age of 3, she can’t tell the difference between the football that she plays at school and the football that her Mama plays. To her, it’s exactly the same.

After all, during her football practice if she looks to the sidelines where the other mummies and daddies are watching and yells for her Mama, her Mama will come running. In Evie’s mind, if she wants Mama, she’ll go to Mama.

You glance down at the little girl tucked in your arms. She was all buzz and energy throughout the match, crawling from lap to lap, jumping, dancing and shouting. It was no surprise that she was starting to doze off now. You were standing off to one side of the room, leaning against the wall to support the weight resting on your front. Evie was curled up in your arms, her eyes tiredly blinking open and closed a few times. Her tiny body was limp in your arms, her breath was evening out, and just like when she first came into this world, her little rosy lips were formed into a pout.

Just like a little duckling.

But despite your soft whispers to try to and lull her to sleep, your stubborn child was determined to fight the pull of slumber. You knew she wanted to see her Mama, just as she always did after a match. It was their routine, and Evie hated breaking routines.

“First question for Jonas…” You tune out the press for a brief moment, reaching out to adjust the yellow noise cancelling headphones that were slipping off of Evelyn’s head when all of a sudden she opens her eyes and sits up in your arms. You didn’t have to guess what had woken up your child when you hear it. “– now a question for Viv Miedema…”

What was once a sleepy and tired toddler is now gone. In it’s place is a little girl who has realised her favourite person is in the room. Her eyes were now bright and alert, craning her neck to follow the sound of her mama’s voice booming from the speakers around the room.

“…don't really think I celebrate goals but all the girls came up to me and they were taking the mick out of me because they were like 'You were actually celebrating’–“

You should’ve anticipated it. You should’ve know it. But by then it was too late.

“Mama!”

Your daughter yells for Viv, lurching forward with her arms open and fingers pointing towards where Viv was sitting at the front of the room. You had no choice but to crouch down so you could stead your suddenly wiggly child.

“Ducky, that’s enough” You speak in a hushed but firm tone. You knew that if you were to use your “Mummy voice” it would likely result in tears, and your daughter was not a quiet crier. “Mama is working right now”

But Evie was very determined to get to her mama, hastily trying to tug away from your hold on her arm. You knew heads were turning towards the both of you.

“Want Mama!”

“Evelyn–“ You try to hug her, wanting to pick her up and run out of the room before she causes anymore distractions. Right now she was the epitome of an incoming toddler tantrum. Her chest heaved with each shaky breath, her small shoulders rising and falling with the weight of her emotions. Her cheeks flushed pink with frustration, and her fists clenched at her sides.

“No no no no!” Her favourite word as of late and she was proudly demonstrating that she knew just how to use it. "No NO!"

Her big, doe-like eyes were glistening with unshed tears. Her bottom lip quivered as she stood cocooned in your arms, but furiously squirming away from your hold. In your daughter’s mind, being told that she can’t go to her Mama right now was the most devastating thing in the world, and the injustice of it all was threatening to overwhelm her.

“–Liefje”

You look up as the sound of your wife’s voice and the familiar nickname echos around the room through the microphone. You crane your neck and you spot her now standing up from her chair, holding the mic to her mouth. She gives you a knowing smile. Viv always knows what to do.

“I’ll take her, Liefje. Give her to me” Viv waves a hand, beckoning you both closer.

You pick up your still teary, pouty daughter and hoist her up to your hip. You walk the short distance towards the front of the room where Viv and Jonas are waiting.

“Looks like Mama wants you, ducky” You murmur softly in Evie’s ear, pushing the curls of hair away from her eyes. Like a switch, your daughter perks up in your arms, twisting her head towards where you were heading. You could feel her little legs kicking the air in excitement. What a mood switch.

You stop by the side of the small stage, placing Evie on her feet and quickly grab her hairband that was in your pocket. “Wait one second, Ducky. Let’s fix your hair.” There were cameras around and you would imagine that 10 years from now, your daughter will never forgive you if you let her stand in front of the cameras with a bird nest on top of her head.

The hairband dangled from your fingers as you attempted to tame Evie’s unruly locks into a neat ponytail. But your daughter was having none of it. She wriggled, clearly eager to get to her Mama, as she batted your hands away.

And like always, Viv knew just what to do to keep your daughter from fussing. Temporarily. “Hi Ducky”

“Mama!” Chuckles round the room when mother and daughter exchanged waves of greetings to each other as if they hadn’t seen each other for days when in reality it had only been a few hours.

You sighed, a hint of amusement twinkling in your eyes as you gently combed through Evie’s hair with your fingers. “Almost done" you coaxed, your voice gentle and patient as you worked to wrangle your little girl’s wayward curls. You settled on just pushing the front pieces of hair away from her eyes with the hairband. “All done. Now you can go to Mama”

Evie did not need to be told twice.

Her little legs pumped furiously and her curly hair bounced behind her. She ran around the table, past Jonas’ chair, to where Viv was standing waiting for her. Viv swings her daughter up to her hip and you watch as Viv leans close to whisper by her ear– most likely prompting Evie to greet the journalists and cameras. Your suspicions were confirmed when your little social butterfly happily waves a hand and bellows a little “hello!”

Your smile widens when her greeting is echoed by all the journalists, some waving back just as eagerly as your toddler.

Viv then proceeds to sit back down, placing Evie on her lap. Your wife adjusts her chair and shuffles closer to the mic. “Sorry for that everyone…”

She gestures to the toddler who is currently conspiring with the Arsenal manager. “This one is going through a phase where I am her favourite person, and I’m making the most of it until she realises her Mummy is more fun than me”

Laughter rings around the room, but all you give the grinning dutch at the table is an eye roll. You know Evie loves you, but her bond with Viv was something special. Evelyn is Viv’s little shadow.

One of the journalists kindly gestures for you to take the seat next to him in front row of the table and you thank him as you take a seat.

“Right then. Let’s continue…” Jonas starts the press again, and this time, your toddler is happily sitting on her Mama’s lap.

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So far the press is continuing on as normal. Journalists are prepared with questions for Viv and Jonas. “My question is for Viv.” You crane your neck to see a journalists a few rows behind you hold a hand up. “You have broken countless records in England. Arsenal literally put you on a pedestal with a temporary statue outside the Emirates Stadium, a first for a female player. Do things like that matter?” Viv leans forward towards the mic. “No not at all. I’ve already had five great years but I indicated to the club that we have to do better. Other players have done that too. Hopefully the club can bring in some reinforcements this summer–

“AH!” Evie leans up, her little head nearly clashing into her Mama’s chin if it weren’t for Viv’s reflexes, and speaks directly into the mic. She giggles when it echos back.

You wince as the mic feedback rings loudly in the room.

“–Ducky, this mic is not for you. Mama’s trying to answer the question” Viv whispers but it obviously gets caught by the microphone and broadcasted to the entire room. You press your lips together to conceal your giggle as you watch your wife attempt to coax your daughter into letting go of the mic stand. Unfortunately, it seems your daughter is very fixated on the microphone because she tries to grab for it again.

But Viv is faster. She hauls Evie off her lap for a second, turning her around so she is facing Viv and not the mic.

“Ducky turn!” Your daughter whines loudly. She is clearly displeased at being turned away from her new toy. She pouts, twisting her body back around, and points at the mic. “Ducky turn! Ducky turn!”

You never though you would say this, but maybe there are consequences in teaching your daughter how to share and take turns.

And your wife seems to think the same. “Well…at least you all have proof that we are teaching her how to take turns properly” She chuckles endearingly at the pouty toddler on her lap.

“Okay” Viv relents with a sigh. “Ducky gets a turn.” She lifts Evie and turns her back around so she is facing the rest of the room, the press, and her shiny new toy– the black microphone.

You shake your head as you watch your wife visibly soften. Evie has Viv wrapped around her little finger from the day she was born. Viv is almost always unable to deny her daughter anything, even if she claims to be the more stricter parent out of the two of you.

“Since it’s Ducky’s turn, why don’t you have a go at answering the questions then?” Viv pulls the chair closer towards the table so Evie can reach the mic more comfortably. She directs the question to everyone in the room, clearly giving the reporters permission to ask Evie some questions.

Not a second later, a few hands are up in the air. You smile at the sight of these very professional reporters taking the time to entertain your daughter’s antics, no matter how silly they may be.

Jonas playfully gasps and leans into his mic. “Wow Evie, look at that! So many people want to ask you questions”

“What do you think, ducky?” Viv asks the grinning toddler in her lap. “Which question shall we take?”

Your daughter cutely scrunches her face in concentration, one chubby little finger tapping her lips as if she was contemplating the secrets of the universe. You watch as she scans her choices of eager hands, and then points to a man sitting by the front row. You watch as Evie lean up to whisper something to her Mama and then turns back around with a shy smile.

“Evie will take a question from the man in the front row with the yellow tie” Of course, it’s the yellow tie. Anything yellow is guaranteed to win your daughter over.

“Hello Miss Evelyn. My question for you is: what did you think of your Mum scoring two goals today?”

You watch as Viv pulls the mic closer towards Evie, giving her a nod of support when your daughter turns to her for encouragement.

“Uh…” You cringe internally as your daughter presses her mouth as close to the mic as possible, practically gnawing on it, and the sound is magnified by the speakers. The press seem to take it to stride, a few coos of encouragement sounding around the room. “…I like duckies”

“Oh! That’s nice” Bless the journalist. You doubt that bit would make it to the final draft of the article. “Ducks are quite nice, aren’t they?”

Your daughter nods and hums into the mic, wriggling from her spot on your wife’s lap, clearly eager to talk more about her favourite subject. “Duckies yellow!”

You watch as the journalists couldn't help but be charmed by Evelyn’s enthusiasm, their professional demeanour melting away as they listened to your spirited little girl. Some even leaned in closer, eager to catch every word she says, the cameras capturing the moment.

“Ducks are yellow, clever girl! But let Mama have a turn now, please” You try to stifle your laughter behind your hand as Viv has to practically wrestle the mic away from Evie, grabbing both of her little hands in one of hers to settle the mischievous toddler.

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Viv was more than happy to continue the rest of the press with her daughter in her lap, even if she has to routinely stop and grab a little hand as it beelines for the microphone. Viv lets Evie babble into the microphone a more few times and she couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride in her heart. She may be a footballer on the pitch, but her greatest joy was sitting right here in her lap, eager to share in her world, one stolen microphone at a time.

“Do you want to say anything to Mummy?” Viv points you out for your daughter to see. It was already nearing the end of the press conference. "Anything to say to Mummy before we finish?”

Your daughter thinks for a moment, her face titling to the side and her nose adorably scrunching up in concentration. Thinking about what to say to your Mummy is a very big task for a 3 year old. The room goes silent as everyone waits with baited breath.

“…I- I love you, Mummy”

Hey, my loves!

It's been while since I posted and that's mainly due to life getting in the way + not being inspired to write. By some miracle, I somehow managed to finish writing this short little fic (featuring a different player this time– surprise!). This was inspired by seeing that cute video of Alex Morgan and her daughter doing post-match interviews lol

hopefully this will only motivate me to keep on writing.

I appreciate all of you, thanks for being patient

-- butter

#woso x reader #vivianne miedema x reader #vivianne miedema #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #viv miedema

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notjustjavierpena · 3 months

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A/N: This has been on hiatus since July. I have finally decided to finish up another chapter. I have no idea where this is going but I am just going with it at this point. They’re fun! Enjoy part 4 of mean!joel ❤️💖

Summary: After Joel kisses you, something shifts. You find out a hard truth and take matters into your own hands.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, a mishmash of feelings, dubcon-ish themes, a hint of sub!joel (?!!!!?!!??) but he is not happy about it, a hint of edging, handjobs, degradation, humiliation, riding, unprotected piv, slapping, dirty talk, empty threats

Word count: 3.6k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48179338/chapters/135617983

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Something shifts after Joel kisses you and leaves. Especially because he did it in a way that made it seem like he was bolting out of a burning building, leaving you inside for the walls to come tumbling down around you. You hardly blame him for reacting like he did that night; he is the most emotionally unavailable man you have ever had the (dis)pleasure of meeting, and you doubt that he even has the vocabulary to put words to why he fled your bed like it was the scene of a crime. It isn’t like you’re going to ask him though, not even despite being curious about his reasoning and intentions.

For you, it is not a mystery what the shift is. The arrangement between the two of you used to be anticipation, fury, and lust. Now it’s a gentle tug at your heartstrings when you catch a glimpse of him in the streets and he doesn’t look your way, knowing you should not want him in the way you do.

How you want him is harder to pinpoint. It’s not wedding bells, it’s not children padding around on the wooden floor of your home, it’s not doing laundry for him and watching him do the dishes after sharing a meal. It’s something less complicated than love. You don’t want him to love you, but you wouldn’t mind being his only and his favorite.

Though irony would have it that it turns out you are indeed not his only source of whatever fucked up thing the two of you exchange once in a while.

During a short break from a late-night meeting of your patrol group (Joel had decided last week to switch to another), one of the newcomers to Jackson snickers girlishly as she tells the rest of you about how Joel Miller had made her come four times last weekend. It makes something uncomfortable swirl in your stomach, makes it drop as you feel foolish about thinking you were special. Additionally, it takes all the willpower in you to not blurt out that he had made you come seven times during one of the nights you’d spent together.

To your surprise, It isn’t that he has slept with someone else that hits you. It’s the little piece of information that your new patrol member lets slip with a giggle.

“Such a gentleman,” she says, basking in the attention of the circle of women standing around her. Their collective sigh makes you wonder what they’d say if you let them know that Joel forced you to suck him off the first time you were together. A part of you suspect that she is lying as she continues, “They don’t make ‘em like that anymore, girls. He was just so attentive and sweet.”

After the meeting, you feel like you’re about to suffocate if you don’t leave the building quickly. The tightening in your chest makes your heart feel caged, desperate to come out into the open and bleed all over the place from making its way past your ribs. Desperately, you push past anyone who does not jump out of your way immediately.

Once outside, you find a quiet spot behind the community center where people only come to be alone. You rest your forehead against the side of the building, breathing deeply in through your nose and exhaling shakily as you suppress the tears that threaten to roll down your face.

“Fuck,” you say bitterly as a droplet still manages to escape from the corner of your eye. You wipe it away with a quick swipe of your hand as if to hide the evidence from the world and yourself, “Fuckfuckfuck. What the fuck are you crying over him about?”

However, the single tear seems to have opened the floodgates because you find yourself properly crying a few seconds later. It is ridiculous, you know this, but you cannot help the shaky breaths that leave your mouth as your cheeks stain with tears.

Joel is not anything special. Joel is rude and arrogant, bordering on narcissistic and psychotic. You’re not even sure if he can smile, if he’s funny, or if he’s capable of not ruining things when touching them. He sure has ruined you, ruined both your nights and days because they’re spent wondering about him.

Then again, surely he must know this because he looks at you from across the room the way he does. He must know what he is doing to you, and it makes you fucking furious because how did he ever think that he had the right to pursue you? Make you want him? And, to top all of it off, how does he think he has the right to not appreciate you?

Rage slowly builds in your chest. Your heartbeat is threatening to make you pass out with how fast it is going, but you ground yourself by taking a few deep breaths that eventually stop your tears as well.

I’ll fucking show him, you think, and it’s the white-hot fury in you that is talking.

You stalk across the streets of Jackson, earning a few concerned glances but no warning words. It’s a relief that you look angry enough for people not to bother you, because you wouldn’t be able to articulate your reasons for wanting to implode with how furious you are.

Your legs take you all the way to Joel’s house. You stomp angrily up the porch’s stairs, but it’s only when you burst Joel’s front door open that you realize that you actually haven’t been in his home before. It’s also only then that you realize that you have no idea what you’re going to do now that you are here, too angry and out of your damn mind to explore the many pictures on the walls, the wooden carved figures on the shelves and… is that a guitar?

You mentally shake yourself.

“Focus on the task at hand,” you say quietly with exasperation, and then the search for your betrayer begins.

You walk through the house with determination, but you soon realize that he is nowhere to be found downstairs. It doesn’t surprise you that he hasn’t locked his door (nobody in Jackson does), but you still feel disappointed that you can’t make a big dramatic scene of throwing a plate in the kitchen or a cushion in the living room. You feel slightly like a rage-filled balloon that’s slowly losing air.

So you decide to go upstairs whilst still clinging to your rage, planning on waiting in his bedroom for his return but realizing that Joel is already in and sleeping in his bed. It’s late enough, you suppose, and you know he has a series of hard labor tasks on certain days.

You try your hardest not to feel too intoxicated by the smell of him on the sheets, need your head clear as you slowly start to undress right in front of his sleeping form. He looks so peaceful and so unlike his usual stoic self, and so vulnerable that the opportunity is too great to miss.

You freeze the times he stirs slightly but he never wakes up, and soon, you are down to your underpants and nothing more and you are so wet with the anticipation of both sex and power in the room, even more with Joel being so unaware of it.

The bed creaks as you crawl onto it. You manage to straddle Joel before he wakes up fully, immediately lifting his arms to grab you and defend himself but when he realizes it’s your body on top of his, he falters.

“What’re ya doin’ here?” His voice is filled with sleep but he is nowhere near panic as you had hoped.

You lean down over him and grab at his chin with the hand that’s not holding you up. You smile down at him but Joel is already staring down at your chest as you hover above him. You shake his head slightly, “Eyes up here, you bastard.”

“Shouldn’t look so pretty then,” he retorts.

“Heard you were screwing around with that new bimbo. I thought you liked a challenge,” you tighten the grip on Joel’s jaw, push him back into the mattress, and catch the way he is connecting the dots in his head but the time it takes him makes you realize that there has been more than her. You growl, still hovering over him, and leaning down to ghost your lips over his whilst your eyes roam over his face, “It’s a damn fucking privilege to be breathing the same air as me.”

“Cute,” he says quietly and brattishly.

You push down briefly before letting go. Your eyes look down at his lips but you don’t kiss him like you want to, don’t want to give in when it would seem so vulnerable to give in to that temptation.

Instead, you reach up to hold your palm in front of his mouth. You smile innocently, “Lick it.”

“What?” He chuckles in disbelief.

“Go on. Do as I say.”

Joel lets out his tongue and wets his lips. He gives in faster than you have anticipated, licks a long stripe from the start of your wrist to the middle of your palm, and coats your hand in disgusting, hot, and dirty saliva.

“Did she do that?” You ask. You feel behind yourself to slide a hand down into Joel’s jeans and then past the waistband of his underwear, “Put you in your place because she knows how disgusting you are?”

Joel is already half-hard as you take him in your slicked palm, and his cock comes alive fully not a moment later. He gasps into the bedroom but still looks cocky as ever, “Which of ‘em?”

“Fuck you,” you stroke him slowly and his breaths come out in small puffs that hardly make him seem calm and composed. You realize how much you’ve needed, craved, to put your hands on him.

“That can be arranged,” he says, trying to catch a glimpse of what you are doing to him. He starts to move, makes an effort to flip you around but you catch him before he can follow through. You tighten your grip around his cock, squeezing him around the base until he gasps softly.

“No one but me,” you say, “Okay?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart, what is this?” He rolls his eyes and moans when you stroke him once and then twice.

“Are you going to behave?” You ask with a harsh grip again. You let your lips touch briefly now.

“What?” Joel looks slightly disgusted.

“I asked,” you begin and now you start to stroke him properly, mimicking what you have seen him do to himself when he has wanted to come on your face, “Are you going to behave, Joel?”

“No,” he teases.

“Don’t make me ask once more, baby,” you move your hand up and down quickly, almost forcing him to near orgasm before you squeeze around the base to edge him. He hisses, neck blushing with how his heartbeat must be on overdrive.

“Fuck,” he groans, throbbing in your hand, and with his snark, you almost just want to spend hours tracing the vein along his length with your fingertip, “Whaddaya want? You want me to be your little boyfriend or somethin’? Don’t be dumb, it don’t suit ya.”

“Listen,” you say, scooting back slightly and leaving a stain of your slick on the bottom of his t-shirt, “I’ll stick your big cock in me right now and let you come in me if you say I’m your only girl. You’ll never need another pussy than this.”

He says your name as you straighten on top of him again but you let him know it doesn’t mean anything to you. Your free hand reaches to pull your panties to the side, and then you hold his cock in place as you slide down onto it and let it stretch you by bottoming out inside of you. You try your best to look motionless but he has a girth that stings.

“Say it,” you demand, slightly out of breath at the feeling of sitting on his thighs now.

Joel is silent. He stares up at you, looking as if he has won because he is already inside of you but when you don’t hear an answer, you start lifting yourself off of him again. Joel grabs your hips in protest, holds you down, “No.”

“Then say it,” you reply, “Now.”

“You’re my girl,” he moans helplessly as you reward him with a roll of your hips. You make a noise as well, something closer to a tiny cry for him but you aren’t going to give in just like that.

“The only?” You inquire when you regain your composure.

“My only girl, even if she’s a fuckin’ pain in the ass,” he groans. You flex your thighs to grip him around the middle and then you squeeze his length, letting your walls clamp down and it sends his eyes rolling backward. He bucks up his hips and you moan.

However, you still have more to say and do. You don’t move yet, “I don’t believe you.”

Joel rolls his eyes, his grip on your hips tightening but he still doesn’t force you to ride him, “Jesus Christ, what the fuck now?”

“I think you’re a liar,” you inform him, trying to ignore how much every instinct in your body is telling you to use his dick for yourself. You squeeze around him again, “I think you’ll say anything to get pussy.”

“No one’s got a pussy like yours, sweetheart. You think I don’t know that?” He bares his teeth like an aggressive, cornered dog and he groans at the feeling of your soft, wet walls, “You’re like fuckin’ cocaine. Need more each time or I’ll never recover.”

“Don’t go finishing in me, Joel,” you scold.

“I ain’t gonna,” he bites back, “I do have some self-control.”

“With the way you’ve been whoring around?” You tut, experimentally rocking your hips forward to feel him slip almost all the way out of your cunt. You move back to let him bury himself deep once more and whine, “Riiight.”

“Watch it, we’re only doin’ this because I allow it. I could break ya spine like a fuckin’ toothpick,” he breathes, hands going up along your thighs until he lets them glide up your back as if he is going to make truth of his threat, “Don’t forget who has the upper hand here.”

You relish in his rough hands on your lower back and finally start up a pace to ride him properly, not caring about how your thighs start to burn as you seek out pleasure. It’s a fun contrast to what Joel has just told you because his eyes glaze over in a way that shows you that he wouldn’t even know how to snap you in half if he wanted to.

His breath has quickened, each intake and exhale becoming airy, whilst he holds your soft sides in his calloused grip. You rest your palms on top of his forearms, undulating your hips until his eyes roll back. He seems like he might lose his mind this time around, so submissive in his own way now that what you are doing to him has hit him by surprise.

He shamelessly groans your name. Its roughness spurs you on, making you lean forward a little further to give him more. You ride him as if your life depends on it until something burns delicious in your belly and his pelvic bone grinds into your clit.

Your first proper moan leaves you, high and squeaky. The angle has you baring your teeth, your breathing shaking, from how his cockhead stabs at your front wall repeatedly. You start spitting filth to not sound pathetic even further, “Fuck, Joel, your big cock is enough to make a girl lose her sanity. Makes my eyes wanna roll back.”

But Joel says nothing as he seems pissed off by what you have made of him. Instead, he breathes hard through his nose and occasionally lets a moan fall from his mouth. It pisses you off too. He had such a smart mouth just moments ago, and now he has resorted to being spiteful.

You make a rash decision then. You move steadily on his cock, rhythm not faltering once, whilst reaching down to his face with your dominant hand. You smack his cheek hard enough to make a point and a noise, eyes narrowed, “Snap out of your ego tripping.”

Joel responds not with words but by curling his hand around your wrist and yanking it away, and then he takes hold of your smaller body once again and starts snapping his hips upwards, crashing them into yours until you nearly topple off of him after crying out. He tightens his hands on your body whilst you hold his forearm with one hand and have the other firmly planted on his chest, and suddenly you are working together towards a crescendo.

“Give it to me!” You yell with your eyes screwed shut from the pressure against your clit and g-spot. Joel is swearing and his chest is glistening with sweat but he gives in to your command, making you bounce in his lap until he throws his head back and yells with you.

“Fuck, honey,” he grits out, “Gonna make me come inside ya tight pussy.”

“Oh, it talks?” You quip, trying to hold back a pathetic string of cries but to no avail. Joel smooths his hands up to cup your body just below your breasts, digging his thumbs into your rib cage.

“Shut the fuck up,” he retorts.

“I’m gonna come,” you say instead and furrow your brow.

“Yeah?” He mocks but then his face goes slack and you feel him twitch inside of you, impossibly close to the edge too, “Fuuuck, I can feel ya. Choke my cock real good, Doll.”

You come hard, unable to catch your breath as you keep moving back and forth on his length. Your whole pussy pulses, tight walls gripping him even further. The fingers holding onto his forearm make little indents and your nails on the other hand scratch into his chest until red lines form. And you cry. Oh, you cry and cry for him whilst singing his name.

The clenching of your cunt around his dick makes him reach his own point of no return a moment after. He does a sharp intake of breath and when he exhales even sharper, a groan follows, and his cock releases come inside of you.

You use your last bit of energy to ride him through it. Your delirious mind, hazy with pleasure, makes your mouth run as you slowly drag your hips to match each twitch of his length, “See? She can’t love you like I do. Is that really what you want, Joel?”

Joel pants underneath you. He tenses up when he hears those words but instead of pulling away, he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you down, “What the fuck did you just say?”

Your eyes widen slightly at the realization. In your chest, your pulse beats rapidly, “Just ‘cause I said it, doesn’t mean that I meant it.”

Joel tightens his grip briefly but then lets go. He sighs, then reaches up to rub his forehead in frustration, “I don’t have the strength.”

“What’s so bad about it?” You ask, figuring that you might as well jump into the conversation now that you’ve been stupid enough to start it.

“Don’t,” he warns, letting out a noise as he moves to pull out of you. Your panties move back into place, causing you to shiver.

“Please,” you know it is weak of you.

Joel says your name, mimicking the tone of a parent who is tired of hearing their child pestering them about something. He finds your eyes but doesn’t say anything else.

“Just let me try something,” you continue and earn a raised brow. He stops trying to move. You swallow thickly but decide to be brave.

Carefully, you curl your fingers into Joel’s chest hair and reach for his cheek with your other hand. You close the distance between the two of you, finding his mouth with your own and kissing him with a lot less vigor compared to what you have just done.

Underneath your palm on Joel’s chest, you can feel him exhale in something resembling relief. He doesn’t fight the kiss, no, instead he moves his arms and holds your waist. He kisses you back with closed eyes and soft hands, and you try not to ruin it by becoming eager.

A few moments pass. When you finally pull away, he looks like a deer in the headlights of a car but you talk before he can, “Go to sleep. It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything; I can see you’re exhausted.”

You move off of him to lie down at his side instead. Besides you, Joel closes his eyes without hesitation as if he needs to escape any conversation but when his breathing slows down further and you realize that he is drifting off, he looks mostly like a tamed beast.

Ever so gently, you run a hand over his hair. He shifts only a little bit, so you do it again and suddenly you’re stroking the salt and pepper curls repeatedly.

To think that he had been ready to fight if someone touched him just half an hour ago. You continue for a few minutes before leaving the bed, heading for his bathroom to get cleaned up, and when you return again, he doesn’t react this time either.

The next day, you’re back in the same patrol group.

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lovewithmary · 6 months

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(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series

★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock? ★ notes: it may seem like a charles fic rn but i promise its a max fic LMAO ★ note (updated): turns out, it became a charles AND max fic 😚

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Evie was nervous, which was weird considering she was never nervous. She's been kidnapped countless times, had a hate campaign against her just for being a woman and a Stark, and she was currently the hottest topic of F1 despite not being a driver or someone prominent in the industry.

Yet a little date with one Charles Leclerc was enough to make her stomach turn. She didn't know why she was nervous, maybe it was because it was her first proper date in awhile, or it was because she felt like she was somehow cheating on Max without actually being with him.

Nonetheless, she was sat in front of Charles in a fancy restaurant that Charles had decided to rent out for the night. Evie appreciated it, considering she would much rather avoid all of the intrusive eyes that were bound to come up with whatever rumor their minds were capable of coming up with about her, Charles, and Max.

"Are you okay?" Charles asked, concerned.

Evie managed to get herself out of her head and saw that Charles was halfway done with his meal and all she'd done with hers was move it around with her fork. Clearing her throat, she said, "Uh, yeah. I was just thinking about something,"

"About Max?" He questioned knowingly, making Evie choke on her spit and then she started coughing.

Charles quickly handed her a napkin, to which she took it from his hand and thanked him wordlessly. But her coughing didn't quite stop, as Charles decided to grab Evie's empty glass and filled it up with water from the pitcher the waiter placed down at the beginning of their date. Once Evie's embarrassing coughing fit ended, she said, "What makes you think I'm thinking of him? I'm on a date with you,"

"Just because you're on a date with me doesn't mean your feelings for Max suddenly disappear. Not to mention I'm probably the one you're making Max jealous," he told her, casually sipping his own glass of water while Evie just looked at him in shock.

"What? So you know? But why are you on a date with me if you know I'm basically using you to make Max jealous?" Evie questioned him.

"Evie, come on, you can't be this oblivious," it was Charles' turn to be in shock, to which confuses her even further.

"Charles, I may be a genius but I can't figure out why you're just letting me use you," she told him and he laughed.

"I'm letting you because if Max is stupid enough to not realize what's in front of him, then I'm going to try," he explained, shrugging.

"Okay, that confused me even more. What's in front of him?"

"Evie. I don't know if you know this, but you're many people's dream girl, and that's including me and half the grid. But, you love Max, which you've made very clear, but Max is too stupid to realize that. So, if he's not going to return his feelings, I will," Charles said.

Evie blushed at the mention of her being his dream girl, not expecting him to be so bold about it. Sure, they've been flirting from time to time, but that was for the most part, innocent. "What if I don't have feelings for you?" She curiously asked.

Charles shrugged, and said, "I guess I'll be willing to take that challenge,"

"Challenge?"

"To get you to fall in love with me, that's the challenge."

"And the prize?"

"You."

"Wait, so you drove after them to get your watch back? And you still obeyed the traffic laws even if you were trying to get your watch back?" Evie laughed, her arm linked with Charles' as they walked along the quiet streets of Monaco.

Unbeknownst to either of them, the restaurant they were in was nearing it's closing time, so the waiter had to awkwardly yet politely asked them to get out. They had profusely apologized but left a heavy tip before leaving the restaurant.

It seemed like neither one of them wanted the date to end, so Charles suggested walking around for awhile.

"I had to drive after them. And, I am a law-abiding citizen above all else," Charles defended himself, causing Evie to laugh harder.

"You shouldn't act too shocked, Evie. After all, I don't think your life is peaceful considering you're a Stark,"

Evie hummed, and said, "You're right. But I'm pretty sure whatever story I tell you comes with an addition NDA alongside it,"

"I'll sign whatever you want. I've been known to do that a lot," he told her.

Evie thought for a moment before saying, "Well, I guess I can tell you the time I accidentally got myself kidnapped,"

Charles was suddenly interested, wondering how someone accidentally got kidnapped.

And so Evie tells him about her phase where she slept in randoms places and the Iron Man suits just so happened to be a place where she slept. Intruders just so happened to break into the Tower. They weren't able to get to the higher floors of the tower where the newer suits were, so they just ended up on the floor where there was a mini Museum that was built for people who were interested in the Avengers.

"So, how did the kidnappers react when they found out you were in the suits?" Charles asked.

Evie giggled and informed him, "I'm pretty sure they never found out. I woke up in the middle of them transporting the suit I was in so I activated the repulsors and blasted one of them. They got so scared that the suit was haunted that they grabbed their injured friend and left the tower as soon as they could,"

"Haunted? That was the conclusion they came up with?"

"Hey, they were the ones who were stupid enough to try and steal from one of the most protected places on Earth," Evie shrugged.

Charles suddenly stopped walking, which made Evie stop alongside him. "Why'd we stop?" she asked.

"I never thought I'd enjoy a date so much until now," he told her, causing her to smile.

"Me too. I was kinda shocked that we were there long enough for them to kick us out," she sheepishly replied.

"It didn't feel like we were there for long,"

"It really didn't,"

"I was serious about what I said, by the way," Charles said, staring into her eyes.

"About which part?"

"That I'll try to win you over, Eva," he declared boldly.

"Eva?"

"Do you not like the nickname?" He suddenly became less confident in himself, looking at Evie.

"No, Eva's quite nice,"

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The air is sticky-hot as he weaves through a mass of tangled bodies. Tries to tamp down on the beat of his anxious heart as it threatens to bubble over with each door he open-closes. Each time his shouts go unanswered.

Feels the knot loosen, fall slack when he finally finds her. Curled up in a tub of all things. Eyes wet, glazed from too much alcohol, mascara dripping. Closes and locks the door behind him, steels himself for whatever this is.

“Robin.”

Her head lolls to the side, squints her vibrant blue eyes. She grins. “-evie, you found me!”

“Yeah, you, uh- what’s going on? I saw Vickie leave.”

He watches as her lips tremble and oh no.

He’s dropping to his knees before he can blink. Leaning over the tub. She’s gripping a bottle of something, like it's the only thing holding her afloat. Steve reaches, pushes her sweaty bangs from her face.

“Hey it's okay, you're okay.” He folds his arms over the rim of the tub, settles in. “What happened?”

“Nothin’. Just lemme be drunk in the, uh, bathtub. ‘s cozy.”

“It doesn't look very cozy. If I'm being honest.” Steve sits with her, the music outside muffled by the closed door. He waits, watches as she cradles the bottle tightly to her chest, the way her lip continues to tremble.

“‘s just not fair.” She picks at the bracelets on her arm. Steve reaches for her hand, grip loose but there, lest she start chewing on the leather bands he bought her. A habit formed after Starcourt.

“What's not fair?”

“Vickie, she- she got back with Dan.”

Oh.

“And she said, like, She was like-” Steve feels the wetness of her tears drip, drip, drip onto their intertwined hands. “She was so happy Steve!”

“She said I was such a good friend.” Robin sniffs. “I'm the worst!”

“Robin, hey you're not-”

“I am! I'm a terrible friend.” She's sobbing now, body shaking with it. Steve's never seen her this upset before. It breaks his heart.

“I wanted it to be me.” Her voice sounds so small, so quiet as she says, “It's never gonna be me.”

“Oh Robbie.” Steve pulls the bottle from her. Thinks of a different bathroom floor and molotov cocktails and fire. “You're a good friend.” He hands her some tissue, finds a washcloth, wets it, helps her clean up.

“So, no Vicki then. So what.” Robin lets out a pained sound.

“Listen, somewhere out there, there is a girl who's gonna choose you. Who's gonna laugh at your terrible jokes and-

“Not terrible.”

“-listen to you blab on about Latin.”

“Pig Latin.”

“Uh, sure, exactly. Listen to you talk about Latin pigs.”

Robin snorts. Finally cracks a grin. Eyes still shining with unshed tears.

“And she's gonna love you, Robbie. She's gonna love you so much, okay? You'll find her. Or, maybe, she'll find you.”

“You really think so?”

“I promise.” He holds up a pinky for her to take. “Pinky swear it.” And she finally laughs, the sound of it loud and bright.

“Anoth- Another one for the books.”

“What?”

“Bathroom crisis.”

Steve knocks his head to hers and laughs. “Is that what we're calling it now?”

“Yup, and while we're at it we could add, a, uh, ‘nother one to it.” She's grinning a little too sharply now and Steve is already making exit plans of how to get her downstairs to drink some water. His head is starting to pound.

“Can we not?”

“I've heard some, hmm, rumors. From some very rep- reputable sources.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I heard that you're getting awfully chummy with a certain metalhead.”

“Nope, we're not doing this.”

Hah! Erica says you've been reading him The Hobbit. Stevie! The Hobbit. And!” She jabs a finger into his chest, “That you offered to take him to physical therapy.”

Steve feels his cheeks heat as he pulls her from the tub. Knows she notices from the way she clings and shrieks in his good ear. “Let's keep the crises to one a day please. Or rather once a month. A year even.”

“Tomorrow then?” Robin's grin lights up the dark corners of the bathroom, radiant as the sun.

“Tomorrow.”

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 1 year

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a/n: wow! you guys really liked the last svech fic 🥹 thanks for the love! have some more lol. title is lyrics from songbird by fleetwood mac and i am atrocious at coming up with titles so 🤷🏼‍♀️ writing for svech is so fun and is definitely shaking loose some of my writer’s block so i’m going to ride the wave as long as possible. also this got wildly long whoops

tw: some sexual innuendo, but nothing crazy graphic. also a lil bit of a breeding kink (sorry not sorry) and extreme cuteness and girl dad!svech if that’s something you need to be warned about 😇

summary: you and the baby surprise andrei at a game

Evie fights her nap, pushing her pacifier from her face and kicking her little pajama-clad legs in the air. You sigh and stroke her downy blonde hair, “Evie-bug, come on. Mama needs to get things done and you need a nap.”

“No!” Evie squeals, her favorite word. “No, no, no,” she chants and you’re starting to feel a little crazy.

She’s been fussy lately, in a sleep regression and fighting her naps. So you’re both a little overtired and cranky. You cross your arms over the crib railing and drop your head to rest on your forearms, accepting that you’ll probably just have to let her freak out for a bit until she wears herself out. Hopefully that doesn’t mess with your plans for the rest of the day.

A warm, broad hand lands in between your shoulder blades and the spicy scent of Andrei’s cologne surrounds you. “She’s being cranky, still?” he asks and you nod.

“I’ve basically given up,” you mumble. “A one-year-old on nap strike is my Waterloo.” You turn around, leaning your back against the railing and get a good look at your husband. His face is pulled into a sympathetic frown and he’s half dressed, blue suit pants sitting low on his hips. His hair is slicked back, getting a little long so it flips out into the cute little wings behind his ears. You love those little wings and reach up to twist your fingers into the ends of his hair, feeling your stress melt away with his proximity and the body heat coming off of his bare chest.

He chuckles a little at your joke and says, “Let me try,” leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

You scoot to the side, flinging one hand out in a ‘be my guest’ kind of gesture and watch as Evie immediately starts giggling happily when Andrei bends into her line of sight. The little traitor.

Not that you can blame her. You’ve been a giggly mess in Andrei’s presence for years now.

“Evgenia Svechnikova, are you giving your mama a hard time?” he says, clearly trying to maintain a stern tone, but fails spectacularly and ends up speaking in a baby-talk coo.

Evie giggles and reaches for him, babbling “Da, da, da,” until he lifts her out of the crib and settles her into the crook of his arm like she’s a six-pound infant again. Your ovaries twinge with want at the adorable sight - you’re never going to get over seeing Andrei be the best dad to your baby. She turns her little face and buries it against Andrei’s skin, immediately quieting and relaxing.

He bounces on the balls of his feet, humming a little under his breath. You pass him the pacifier Evie had discarded and he takes it, fluidly nudging it into her mouth when she yawns. Her eyelids grow heavy as Andrei rocks her, covering up the brown eyes that match his exactly. One hand pats her bottom gently and rhythmically and you watch, more than a little awed, as Evie slips right into sleep. He looks up and catches your eye, grinning smugly. He winks at you and you scowl playfully, flipping him off. A laugh bubbles in his chest, but he visibly smothers it so he doesn’t wake Evie. He sways for a few more minutes, still humming, and you watch him watch her. There are faint dark circles under his eyes from all the travel and the late nights with Evie when he is home, but his lips are curled in a soft, sweet smile and he just looks so right holding your daughter.

Once he’s satisfied that Evie’s fully asleep, Andrei carefully transitions her into the crib and you pull her little blanket up over her body. She shifts and you both freeze, staring at her as if she’s a ticking time-bomb, but all Evie does is sigh softly around her pacifier and relax into the mattress, flopping her arms to the side in a starfish position. You breathe a sigh of relief and click on the baby monitor before tiptoeing out of the nursery, Andrei hot on your heels. He pulls the door partly shut and turns to you, looking supremely satisfied with himself.

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, not even annoyed and just glad Evie’s down for a nap.

“She’s a daddy’s girl,” he replies smugly, laughing while he pulls you in for a hug. He kisses your temple and you inhale his scent.

“She’s not the only one,” you tease, kissing his sternum. There’s not even close to enough time before he leaves for the arena to do anything fun, so you make yourself content with a very long hug. Andrei laughs and pinches your side a little, getting you to wiggle against his front.

His voice is low in your ear when he whispers, “you’re going to distract me, if all I can think about during the game is you.”

His hands are warm on your back and you press yourself closer to him, feeling the hardness of his thighs through his slacks. “How about,” you say, “for every point you get tonight, we try a new position.”

You pull back a little to look up at his face and Andrei’s eyes are twinkling like a kid in a candy store. He smirks, dimple popping, and says slowly, “one position for each point? Any position?”

“Any position,” you confirm, feeling a rush of arousal through your veins. “But only if you get points.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he says, confident and cocky. “I have motivation now.” His hand slips to your ass and he kisses you deeply, a promise of what’s to come. You melt into his touch, until you remember that he has a game to get to, and pull away.

He pouts and grabs for you when you slip from his touch. “No, no,” you remind him, “you have a game to get to! I will not be on the receiving end of a Rod phone call because you’re late - again!” You squint at him, faux-annoyed.

“That was worth it!” he points out, padding down the hall towards your bedroom so he can finish getting dressed. “That was the afternoon we made Evie.”

Your entire body flushes when you think about that afternoon, nearly two years ago now. He’s probably not wrong, but there’s never been a way to prove it. And honestly, if Evie is the reward from the dressing down Andrei had to take, then you’d both do it all over again.

“We’ve made it almost two years without incident,” you recover. “Let’s keep the streak going.”

“Whatever you say, solnyshka,” he says, finishing the buttons on his shirt and making quick work of his tie. You reach up to straighten the knot and caress his neck and shoulders when you’re done.

You lean up to kiss him again and murmur, “break a skate, Drei.”

He winks at you, “get stretching while I’m gone.”

You snort a laugh and he looks delighted with himself as he grabs his bag, phone, wallet, and keys. He shoves his wallet and phone in his pants’ pocket and you can’t help but watch the fabric strain. Andrei and his tight-ass pants is a duo you’re never, ever going to get tired of.

He gives you another kiss before he leaves and as soon as his car’s out of the driveway, you spring into action with a quick tidying up of the den and kitchen. If you’re lucky, Evie will be knocked out for at least an hour, which should be perfect timing. you take a quick shower with both the shower door and the bathroom door wide open and the baby monitor on full volume on the counter, just in case Evie wakes up. She doesn’t, luckily, giving you time to blow dry your hair and put on a little make-up.

You’re making an early dinner for yourself and packing some snacks into the diaper bag for Evie when the monitor crackles to life and you catch sight of your daughter wiggling around in her crib. She’s still quiet and seemingly content to entertain herself, so you take the opportunity to shove the sandwich into your mouth and finish packing the diaper bag. By the time you’ve drained a glass of water, Evie’s fully awake and calling out for mama.

“Hi, my little Evie-bug,” you coo, entering the nursery. Evie’s on her feet, holding onto the railing and bouncing, looking just like Andrei. “Are you ready to surprise Dada?”

“Dada!” she squeals, nearly clocking her head on your chin when she bounces up and you duck down to lift her out of the crib. You wince at the close call and snuggle her close, peppering kisses all over her face to get the baby laughing. She giggles wildly, the sound music to your ears, and buries her face in your neck, snuggling you back.

“Yep!” You grin, dancing her over to the changing table. “We’re going to surprise Dada. He’s going to be so excited to see you.” As you change her diaper and get her dressed in the teeny Canes jersey (#37 of course, with DADDY spelled out across her shoulders, you nearly cried when Elena bought it as a gift after you announced your pregnancy) and a pair of warm leggings, you keep up a running commentary of what you’re doing. While you were pregnant, you read that constantly talking to babies helps them develop a strong vocabulary, so that’s what you do with Evie. You pull a little pair of Ugg boots over her feet and hold her hands so she’s standing on top of the changing table. Evie shouts nonsense to you and you nod, agreeing. “Exactly, you look so good in Canes’ red, my little bunny.”

You set her down on the floor of your room so you can change too - a pair of ripped jeans and a Svechnikov shirsey under a leather jacket, since you’ll need to be able to move easily when dealing with Evie. You grab the diaper bag, which is doubling as your purse tonight and head out, grateful that Evie doesn’t fight getting into her car seat like usual. She’s got one hand wrapped tightly around the Stormy plush that had been in the gift basket from the team when she was born. Stormy’s looking a little worse for the wear lately, grubby and well-loved. Before you get on the road, you make sure to text Andrei with your usual pre-game message at the normal, pre-warmup time (a red heart, a white heart, a black heart, and the tornado emoji) so he doesn’t get suspicious. He shoots back a string of incomprehensible emojis in reply - also part of the usual pre-game routine - but follows that up with approximately twenty five eggplant emojis, which makes you laugh loudly.

Traffic is on your side, even though it’s a Friday night in early-April in Raleigh, and you make it to PNC in, if not record time, then at least plenty of time to park and get down to the ice before warm-ups start. You and Evie slip into the arena from the back and head off to the family room, a perk you’re never going to get tired of. Since it’s Friday, there’s plenty of other families at the game and you say hi to everyone, passing Evie along to the moms with older kids who take any chance to get their hands on a baby that they can return. Evie loves the attention, showing off with the few words she knows and giving you a chance to set the diaper bag down in the corner and take off your jacket.

It’s less than five minutes to the start of warm-ups, so you take a final bite of a pretzel and gather Evie up in your arms to bring her to the glass. Heather Staal settles a pair of giant red headphones over her ears and grins at Evie, “better safe than sorry, Evie.” She nudges your hip and heads out after her own kids, strolling along with the confidence of nearly a decade of motherhood. You can only hope to be as chill of a mom one day. But for now, you hold Evie on your hip and head to the glass, enjoying the way she’s looking all around the arena at the crowds of people and lights. The kids are all pressed up against the glass, dancing along to the music and you grin at the sight. You can’t wait until Evie is old enough to be running around with the rest of them, a little arena kid.

You shift her in your arms as the warm-up music begins and the visiting team - the New York Islanders - step onto the ice. Evie’s back is against your chest, supported under her butt with one arm and around the stomach by the other. She kids her legs out, Stormy clutched in one hand. Pyotr leads your boys out and then the ice is a swirl of red, white, and black. You keep your gaze trained on the ice for Andrei and watch him take a half lap, spotting the exact moment he sees you and Evie.

Even with part of his face blocked by his helmet and visor, his eyes light up and his entire face is transformed with a huge smile, all dimples and teeth. You grin back at him and bounce a little, getting Evie excited. He skates over to the glass quickly and stops with a spray of ice. It’s too loud to really hear him, but you can see his mouth form the syllables of Evie’s nickname - zaychik - little rabbit, for the way her nose had twitched when she slept as an infant. His smile is so wide you can see the spot where is tooth is missing. You use the arm wrapped around Evie’s stomach to wave her hand at him and she takes over from there, kicking her legs and waving wildly, babbling for Dada.

Andrei flattens his gloved hand against the glass, tapping gently, and you lift Evie so her feet are on the top of the boards and she can pat his hand through the glass. “Say hi to Dada,” you grin, getting emotional from Andrei’s reaction. She squeals and kicks at the glass and Andrei’s eyes look suspiciously misty.

Some of the guys skate around, waving to their own kids and they jostle Andrei, clearly teasing him a little. It’s the first time you’ve brought Evie to a game and Andrei’s definitely surprised about it. He blows you both a kiss and skates back into the middle of the ice, having to warm up before the game. Even still, you can tell his attention is on you and Evie, who’s now wiggling in your arms and trying to escape. You laugh a little and set her on her feet, still holding one of her hands to keep her upright. The older kids converge around her, delighted by how much she laughs and giggles at their antics. It’s so nice to have such a solid community with the other wives and girlfriends.

Warm-ups come to an end, but not before Andrei skates over to the corner again and taps in the glass. You hoist Evie onto your hip and she waves Stormy at him. “Say ‘good luck, Dada,’” you prompt her and she just grins more, giggling when Andrei blows her another kiss. She tucks her face into your neck when he skates off and says, “Dada,” in

a cute little voice. She chews on Stormy’s ear as you head back to the Family room and is content to curl up on your lap while the game starts.

Andrei has a zip in his skates immediately off the jump and sets Aho up with a nice pass, immediately putting the Canes up by one just thirty-five seconds into the game. On the screen, you can see him celebrate, holding up one finger to the sky - a message you know is for you and is confirmed less than ten minutes later when he holds up two fingers as he picks up a secondary assist.

He’s such a menace.

Evie makes it to the end of the first before she throws a tantrum and you know that’s your cue to leave. She fights you all the way to the car, but passes out before you even leave the parking garage, head lolled to the side and soft baby snores filling the backseat.

She transfers terribly when she’s with you, so you just take off her little boots and put her in the crib with the leggings and jersey on, knowing you can change her if and when she wakes up later. You change into sweats and curl up on the couch with the baby monitor to watch the end of the game and scroll social media. The team’s account posted a photo of Andrei and Evie grinning at each other, the corner of your own smile visible on the side of the shot. You screenshot the picture to have for yourself and repost the picture to your stories, tagging Andrei, the team, and writing ‘daddy’s biggest fan’ with a heart-eyes emoji.

You doze off a bit during the second and intermission, but wake up in time to see Andrei score what turns out to be the game-winner halfway through the third. By your count, he’s at a four-point night, tallying a primary assist on a goal during the second. He clearly can count too, because this celly involves holding four fingers up in the air. You shake your head a little. “Whatever gets you going,” you mumble to yourself. Evie calls out for you on the monitor and you head back upstairs to change her into pajamas and give her a cuddle back to sleep. She passes out within minutes, deadweight in your arms and looking incredibly like Andrei while she sleeps. Her eye shape and lips are exactly his, with a teeny little dimple in her right cheek. You trace your index finger lightly over the slope of her little nose, the one thing she inherited from you. She makes a soft little noise and smacks her lips, just like she had when she was a newborn. Honestly, you really can’t believe how blessed you are to be sitting here with your daughter while your husband gets to live his dream in the NHL. Whenever you think about Andrei’s journey, it makes you a little teary-eyed.

You’re just glad you get to be by his side during it.

Later, after Evie’s solidly asleep and back in her crib, you crawl into bed, exhausted from the day. The post-game is airing, but you know Andrei’s already on his way home. Should arrive any minute based on his text as he was leaving the arena - just a simple ‘I love you.’ Sure enough, you can hear the front door open a few minutes later and then all at once, Andrei is in your room, a stupid grin on his face.

“You really surprised me,” he says, leaning against the doorframe.

You beam at him, taking in his damp hair and slightly disheveled suit. “That was the plan, Mister Svechnikov. I’m glad it worked.”

“Evie in that little jersey,” he trails off, shaking his head. “I can’t believe it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. You, her, hockey.”

“You deserve it all and more,” you say softly, sitting up and crossing your legs pretzel-style. Raising an eyebrow at him, you continue, “and a four-point night, on top of it all.”

Andrei loosens the knot of his tie and shakes his head. “Solnyshka, I don’t care about new positions.” His voice lowers and his eyes turn molten. “I only want the position that will put another baby in you. I want another baby, let me give you one.”

“Oh,” you gasp, feeling warm all over. Andrei very deliberately takes his tie and jacket off, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and rolling them up his forearms. You love his forearms.

“Will you let me put a baby in you?” He asks, coming over to your side of the bed and cupping your face in both hands. His palms are warm and a little calloused. His eyes are dark and you nod up at him, a hand already drifting under the covers and under the waistband of your sweats.

He grins, puppy-dog enthusiasm underneath the desire in his tone. He dips you back and kisses you, hot and hard and oh boy, you’ll give this man as many babies as he wants. His hand curls around the back of your neck and tongue sweeps over your lower lip. You lock your hands around his neck, holding on for dear life. Andrei’s knee comes up to rest on the mattress, dipping under his weight and you slip further down on the mattress, hooking one leg around his hip. Just as his hand slides down your side and up under your shirt, the baby monitor crackles and Evie’s little voice breaks through the haze of lust enveloping the both of you. Andrei pulls back, blinking, and shakes his head. “I’ll get her,” he says hoarsely, kissing your forehead before heading off to the nursery.

Still dazed, you climb out of bed to join him, eager for another hit of Andrei as a dad. He’s got Evie in his arms when you get to the nursery, her cheek against his shoulder and if you thought seeing him hold her shirtless earlier, it’s got nothing on the gut-punch to the ovary that is seeing him hold her while in a button down with rolled up sleeves.

You linger in the doorway while he sings softly, and a little off key, swaying in place. He doesn’t realize that you’re there - he can’t, otherwise he wouldn’t whisper, “do you want to be a big sister, zaychik? A little brother or sister? I think Mama will let us give you that. A best friend for you, like I have Uncle Geno?”

Evie blinks sleepily in his arms, mumbling for Dada, which Andrei takes to be a yes. He laughs quietly. “Mama and I will work on it,” he kisses the top of her head and you back slowly from the room, giving Andrei his time with Evie.

He turns before you can get very far and spots you, not surprised in the slightest. With his free hand, he gestures you forward and opens his arm for you to step in. You tuck yourself up against his side and he kisses the crown of your head while you sway to lull Evie back to sleep. The little girl reaches her hand out for you and you hold your fingers out for her to grab. She sighs contentedly and you stroke your thumb over her soft skin.

“Give me a whole hockey team’s roster of these little mini-yous,” you whisper up to Andrei.

“As many as you want,” he promises seriously, eyes twinkling.

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov x you #andrei svechnikov imagine #carolina hurricanes

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Trouble at the Smithsonian - The Spy Next Door Part III

AN: Sorry for the late upload, you guys. The story was already written, but I’m just struggling with the chapter titles, lol. Im still not feeling the title as much. Also, so hard to find a suitable GIF to accompany these fics.

Ps: this was inspired by that episode on Modern Family

WC: 1.2 k (sorry, I went overboard)

Part I Part II

“You can’t be serious.”

You looked up at Peter’s face, surprised at the incredulity in his voice. “What?”

“You’re gonna wear that?”

The that he was referring to were your boots. Your high heeled suede Chelsea boots, to be exact. You had bought them almost a year and a half ago but you hadn’t really had the chance to properly wear them.

“What’s wrong with my boots?”

Peter looked at you like you’d grown a second head. He scanned you down and huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “You- you do know we will be doing a lot of walking right? The Smithsonian is like 20 museums.”

“Oh come on, it's not like we're gonna see all of them. 3 at most.” You assured him as you locked your door. “Besides, I’ll be fine! I’ve been looking forward to this since I was a girl and I wanna look my best when I visit places they filmed those movies.”

You knew it was highly unlikely that the Captain America exhibit was actually filmed in the Smithsonian or if they even have the Blackbird that was actually a Decepticon in disguise in the Air and Space Museum. But even the thought of standing close to your favorite movies sent a thrill through you.

“So you’re dragging me out to this place, on our off day, because you wanna check out the places where they film your favorite movies,” The look on his face had not changed. “Not for the museums themselves?”

“Well, no! Of course not! I am going for the museums… but I can’t help the geek in me from being also excited about the movies. I mean, c’mon. Transformers!”

Peter watched you do a little hop of excitement and shook his head. “Well, don’t come to me when your feet start to hurt.”

This time, it was you who scoffed at him. “In your dreams, Sutherland.”

~ One of the best things about going to a local attraction, or anywhere, really, on a weekday was that the place would still have people, but not so many that you get overwhelmed too quickly. It was one of the reasons why you applied for a special leave on a Wednesday to go to the museum.

In fact, it was actually Peter’s idea.

And just as you planned, finding a parking near the entrance was a cake walk. The both of you started with the Museum of Natural History because it was the one that contained your interests the most.

The moment you entered, it was like you were absorbed into another dimension. Your eyes went wide at the marvels before you and your heart thumped in your chest in excitement. Turning to Peter, you grinned wide before you grabbed his hand and ran into the first hall.

It was your first museum that day and you were already so happy. There were many exhibits on display. There was a hall full of fossils of ancient dinosaurs, huge and intimidating and you couldn’t help but feel like Ellie Sattler as you named them one by one. Then, more excitingly, you got to live out your Evie O'Connell fantasies when you climbed up to the second floor to the Ancient Egypt exhibit.

And Peter. Peter indulged you with a small smile on his face. Not once did he make fun of your abundant movie references and not once did he look at you funny. He followed you from exhibit to exhibit, listening attentively to every anecdote you made. He even pitched in some of his own memories when he could.

Before you knew it, the both of you had managed to clear 2 museums. And by lunch, your feet had started to hurt.

The Smithsonian was better than you thought it would be. And it was also bigger than you thought it would be. But being the stubborn creature that you are, you kept quiet. You had known it would happen eventually, but you had wanted to look your best more than you cared about the pain. The boots, while not that high-heeled, was not your normal attire. However, wearing them made you feel good and confident. It gave you a boost in height and a sexy walk.

Besides, you didn't have to look up so high to talk to Peter with them on. And you could better see the smattering of freckles on his face. That alone was totally worth the blisters.

The call of your name snapped you out of your thoughts and you blushed as Peter took his seat beside you and handed you a hotdog.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking where to go next."

"How's your feet?"

A muscle in your jaw ticked and your smile was tight. You bit into your lunch. "They're fine."

Peter eyed you like he knew you were lying, but let it go.

After lunch, the two of you made your way to the Air and Space Museum. But as you went through the exhibits, you began to lag behind as the pain in your feet slowly got worse.

By the third time Peter noticed you were not beside him, he has had enough.

"That's it. Come on,"

All of a sudden, there was a hand at the small of your back pushing you gently towards a bench.

"Hey, what?! Careful!" You exclaimed as you stumbled along, hissing when you stepped wrongly and aggravated your ankles.

"Sit.” Peter’s voice brooked no argument and reluctantly, you did as he asked.

"What's this about, Peter?"

"You're hurting." He nodded to your feet.

You opened your mouth to rebuke him, but he levelled you with a look that shut you up. There was no use in hiding it. He was right.

"Stay here." He sighed and disappeared somewhere in the crowd.

Disappointment churned in your stomach. You were pissed at yourself for being so stubborn, for ruining the whole day. Now both of you were upset and it was all your fault. You heaved a long sigh and reached down to massage your ankles.

The crinkling of a plastic bag made you look up and you watched as Peter approached you with a pair of flip flops he bought from, by the picture of the rocket on it, the museum gift shop.

"Put this on."

You looked at him incredulously as he knelt to place the footwear by your feet. "Did you just-"

"It's either this or you're walking barefoot. And I'm not about to let you do that. So, come on."

Something in you reacted oddly at the action, spreading warmth across your chest. You stared at Peter for a few beats as your thoughts ran rampant. But then you blinked them away, too shocked to examine them and turned your attention to the flip flops.

"But it's so ugly though," You complained, but toed off your boots nonetheless.

"Too bad. It's the only design they had." Peter took your boots and put them into the plastic bag as you grumbled, standing and taking a few steps.

"How is it?"

It was perfect. The cool air against your abused and pinched skin felt like a balm and the ability to wiggle your toes made a small smile creep onto your face. Before turning back though, you schooled your features to indifference. "It'll do."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah. You're welcome. Now, come on," He passed you, the plastic bag dangling from his fingers. "Jetstar is waiting for you."

"Jetfire!"

TBC

Tagging: @strnqer @thefictionalgemini @bcon24 @medievalfangirl @coldheartedmar @iamzuul

#peter sutherland #peter sutherland x reader #the night agent #gabriel basso #netflix the night agent #the night agent netflix #the spy next door series #mav's posts

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Chapter One (Part 2)

Back at the house, Shane’s mother Caroline is pulling rocket out of the vegetable patch. She complains all the time about having planted it without realising how invasive it is and how it would choke and overcrowd her shallots. Beside her is a growing pile of herbs, some of which she will offer to me before I go home, and I’ll take it knowing that my parents don’t know how to cook with things like rocket.

“Well,” She says to me with the sun in her eyes. “How did you get on?”

“Horrible.” I say. “I thought I’d be sick.”

“Great to get back into the swing of things again.” She says. “Sure you’ll be flying up and down those fields again in no time.”

“I hope so.” Down the garden Claire is lying serenely in the sun next to a flourishing bed of summer flowers. When I go over to her she squints up at me and says “You’re a bit sweaty.”

“Yes I know.” I say, and I lie down beside her with my arms and legs spread eagle and close my eyes against the warmth of the sun.

“This is why I don’t do things like running.” She says. “I can’t stand the feeling of exertion.”

“I can’t imagine you sweating.”

“‘Cause I don’t do that.”

Shane is toeing a football around the grass nearby with Rosie snapping at his feet. I can’t fathom how he has the energy. “If I’d it my way you’d be out of bed at six, running up and down the park with me.” He tells her.

“I’d never do a thing like that in my life.”

“Evie will though, won’t you?”

I sigh. “I suppose.” We have a plan in place to get me fit again once we go back to college in a few weeks, and now that Shane is moving to Portobello it means he’ll only be a five minute cycle from our apartment. When it’s time for our run he can just come and get me. The thought is ominous, but not half as ominous as the thought of heading back to Dublin after the summer, even if I won’t be in the NCAD building much this year.

There isn’t much that stands out from second year. It passed me by in a haze, and all that I really did was work and study, eat and sleep. I chose to specialise in illustration, just like I said I would, and I enjoyed it, but it really just became my life, and once again I fell into the role of the quiet girl in the back of the classroom, never all that willing to participate in pub nights with the others. I went home and drew all evening instead, sometimes hanging out with Jaz and Serena when they were over, but apart from that it was quiet. I didn’t want any new people in my life.

Marnie specialised in graphic design, Dean in painting, and we never spoke except for the time that she said something to me in the canteen about liking my hair. I didn’t say anything back to her and then she never tried to talk to me again. They don’t talk to each other anymore either, but I don’t care about what happened. I saw Dean in the hallways once or twice, and out in the yard with some girl who I almost felt like warning about him, but then chose not to risk getting tangled up in his rotten web again. I hope that she will be smarter than I was. I decided to take an optional extra year and do an internship, but they did not, and so next May they will graduate without me and I’ll never have to see them again.

“Are you excited for your internship thingy?” Claire asks me, somehow following my train of thoughts to the same point, and I tell her that I am. “I’m scared too though.” I admit. “I feel like I wouldn’t know how to act in a real work place with professionals.”

“You’ll be grand. You worked in that café before.”

“Yeah but a café is very different from a screen printing studio, I think probably anybody can pour an americano and put a bun on a plate. The people at the studio are going to be actual paid artists who design things and sell them.”

“But you are an actual artist.”

“Not yet.” I shift up to lean back on my elbows and watch Caroline busy at the beds still, the soft buzz of the honeybees in her hives fill the air with a pleasant, comfortable sort of ambience. “When I get paid for something I’ve done, I think then I can say that I am.”

“Hm.” She says. “Well then you can say it after you’ve painted that window later on this week.”

“Oh yeah.” I say, remembering the promise I made to my former manager to do some typography on the front window of the café. It’s the kind of thing I haven’t done before, but the idea of it feels so exciting that I feel I’d probably do it for no money at all, but the fifty euro he’s offering sounds enticing too.

“Here, what’s the name of that printing place you’re going to work?” Shane wants to know, and I tell him. “Mezzotint.”

He nods. “I think I know one of the lads that works there.”

“Really?” This incredibly culchie man and the amount of alternative social circles he seems to have a finger in never ceases to surprise me. Since when is he randomly hanging out with screenprinters?

“Yeah.” He says, kicking the football into the back wall of the long garden with a thwack. “Simon something. He’s hung out with me and my friends a few times now. Nice lad.”

“Is he a single lad?” Claire asks for my benefit, and I lightly thump her on the arm. She’s only teasing. She knows I’m firmly settled into being entirely romantically unavailable again. Safe limbo, married to myself, never looking at any boys.

“Wouldn’t say so.” Shane says. “I think he’s going out with one of the girls.”

“Oh no.” I say sarcastically, and take my phone out of my bum bag to check the time. “Anyway, I think it’s time I head off.”

“Aw, stay.” Claire says, but I show her that it’s almost five and she understands immediately. Kelly works with her dad, the head chef at a local hotel, every weekday until five. She’ll be home in about ten minutes and I don’t want to be anywhere near this garden when she is.

“Don’t forget the rocket.” Caroline tells me, and I don’t. I grab a generous handful from her and let myself out over the stile ladder.

“Same time tomorrow.” Shane yells after me.

“Ugh!” I yell back, and take off over the fields that lead me back towards town.

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#lucky girl part 3 #summer vibes #bring me back i am so cold

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Best Gift Ever | Carlos De Vil

Song: All I Want For Christmas Is You | Mariah Carey

Author’s Note: I got this request 3 years ago and here it is finally.

"It's not that I don't believe you but..." You trailed off, rubbing your face tiredly. "You think we don't know who our best friend has a crush on." Mal raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. You flushed, a bit embarrassed. They didn't have a reason to lie, you supposed.

According to her and Evie, Carlos had the biggest crush on you and they were more than delighted to see that you felt the same. "You should tell him." Evie spoke softly to you, rubbing your arm comfortingly. "Yeah. And then we can count you as his Christmas present." Mal snickered.

Your heart felt like it was going to blow up and the butterflies in your stomach were rioting but nonetheless, you were all smiles and red, warm cheeks. “I want it to be special.” You declared. This was the first Christmas the VKs had spent in Auradon and they had all be amazed and wonderstruck by the festivities in some way or another.

You had heard only bits and snippets of their childhood on the Isle and from what you understood, Carlos had it the very worst. This broke your heart and you wanted to make him feel as loved and wanted to make up for all the years missed out on.

“Just call him on Christmas and tell him to meet you. And to get the point across, wear a bow. Just a bow.” Mal cackled as Evie smacked her shoulder. “Stop! He would faint.” Evie giggled.

As Mal and Evie continued with their shenanigans, you racked your brain for ideas when it hit you. Next week was the yearly Christmas fundraiser put on by Auradon Prep. Any talent was welcome and encouraged to join.

“Guys!” Evie and Mal went quiet. Your eyes were filled with excitement and determination. “I’m gonna sing a song for him. At the show.” You nodded, becoming more and more excited at the idea.

Evie gasped. “And I can make you a special outfit! He won’t be able to keep his eyes off of you!” She squealed, quickly pulling out a sewing tape measure. “As long as he waits to put his hands on you until later.” Mal snickered, leaning against the wall.

You smiled, allowing Evie to begin taking your measurements. You knew exactly what to sing.

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That was last week and you would never be able to repay Evie. She had put all other projects on hold, sewing your dress and making sure that it was perfect. And boy, you felt perfect.

You focused on taking deep calming breaths, not even watching the talent going on stage before you. “(Y/N)!” Mal whispered, coming from the stairs that led to the audience, Evie right on her heels. “Ooh girl! You look so good!” Evie praised even though she had seen you everyday for the last week.

Evie had sewn you a red dress that hugged your body in the right ways and stopped mid thigh. It was off the shoulder with sleeves that covered above your elbow to your wrist and a classic fuzzy white trim on the top of the bodice. It screamed sexy Christmas.

“We got him here, right there.” Mal pointed through the curtains, leading you to peak through the folds, quickly spotting the familiar white haired boy in the audience next to Jay. Mal put her hand on your shoulder, grabbing your attention. “All we had to do was tell him you’re performing and he nearly knocked us over trying to get here.” She winked at you, making you flush and match your dress.

The sound of applause from the audience and Fairy Godmother on the mic, thanking the performer, made you all turn your heads. “Up next, (Y/N)!” Evie and Mal whispered good lucks behind you before darting back into the audience the way they came.

You smoothed down your dress and walked out onstage, nearly being blinded by the lights. You reached center stage and adjusted the mic stand to your height. Once ready, you took a shaky breath and nodded to the audio guy in the wings who began the track.

Gazing over the audience, you met Carlos’s eyes and held his gaze as your cue for the first verse came.

I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you

You sang loud and clear, carrying notes flawlessly all while holding eye contact with Carlos, desperately hoping your message would come across clearly.

Yeah I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need (and I) Don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree I don't need to hang my stocking there upon the fireplace Santa Claus won't make me happy with a toy on Christmas Day

The beat picked up and you got lost in the rhythm, allowing yourself to smile and sway to the beat. You broke eye contact with Carlos and focused on the rest of the crowd, putting every bit of emotion behind your performance.

I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you You, baby

You glanced at Carlos who was focused on you, cheeks flushed. You shot him a wink, flushing yourself as a smile spread across his face. In return, a wide victorious smile crossed yours.

You continued with the song, getting lost in the lyrics and emotions. So lost, in fact, you didn’t notice Mal, Evie, and Jay shoving their way through the crowd, dragging Carlos to where he would be right in front of the stage. He didn’t resist, not wanting to miss a single second of your song.

Soon the song was coming to an end and you met Carlos’s gaze again, him being closer than he was before. You took a leap of faith and pulled the mic off the stand and strutted to the end of the stage, easing yourself down gracefully.

You looked and met Carlos’s eyes again and suddenly felt more shy face to face.

All I want for Christmas (all I really want) is you, baby All I want (I want) for Christmas (all I really want) is you, baby

You were barely singing, your voice being carried softly by the mic. You stopped in front of Carlos as the music ended, the crowd clapping and whistling louder than before.

You squeaked as Carlos pulled you in for a tight but gentle hug. You hugged him back before pulling away and placing a hand on his jaw. “Merry Christmas, Carlos.” You murmured, feeling like you two were the only people in the world.

You closed your eyes and leaned in, his lips finally meeting yours. This gift for Carlos was also a gift to you.

#disney descendants #descendants carlos #descendants #carlos de vil #carlos de vil imagine #carlos de vil x reader

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moonlightfilly · 1 year

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The choice of having Cáit’s dad speak exclusively English despite living in a Gaeilge speaking region, and the fact that his whole family speaks Gaeilge all the time too unless they’re talking to him, was brilliant. It was a subtle way to show how he isolates himself from the people around him, as well as his own self-loathing.

#i didn't even think about on the first watch but then i watched it again and it was like hang on he's literally the only one....#and then we can talk about the body language and the whole unspoken conversation that happened when the rhubarb dropped to the floor omg...#like you can Get that he's being rude sure but there's sooooo much happening there beyond just rudeness #The Quiet Girl #An Cailín Ciúin #Evie watches The Quiet Girl #Evie watches #tumblring by moonlight

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Auntie

pairing :: eden x evelyn (ft. her brother in law)

word count :: 1.8k

synopsis :: eden catches up with her sister when coming back to korea.

time :: may 12, 2023

warnings :: mentions of pregnancies. pregnancy scares and fertility issues

a/n :: for those of you who don’t know, evelyn is eden’s older sister and noah is her brother in law. also let me know what you guys think of this bc im projecting 🥲

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions @cosmicwintr @astraw-astro @ateezjuliet @fromfreesia @succulentmom @kimhyejin3108 @enhacolor @multiplums @meginthebuilding27 @kang-ulzzang @hybesunstone @allthings-fandoms

Watching the door open, Eden was met with her sister’s beautiful smile. It had been a while since they had seen each other, due to Blackpink still being on tour. She wanted to catch up and spend some quality time with her sister before she had to leave again.

Evelyn pulled her in for a hug, squeezing her tightly and swaying them back and forth. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, Evie.” They both pulled away, the woman inviting the girl inside her home. Eden was carrying a gift bag in her hand, showcasing it to her sister. “I got you a couple things while on tour.”

“I’m gonna have to buy a glass case to showcase all the things that Lee Eunhye has bought us.” Her sister joked as the two girls walked to the kitchen. Eden set the gift on the counter and sat down on one of the bar seats. It seemed that she had interrupted her sister who was making dinner for everyone.

“Where’s Noah?” Eden asked the woman with her eyebrows furrowed.

“He should be here any minute now. He had to drop some paperwork off at work.”

“It smells so good.” The scent filled the entire kitchen. She always wondered where her sister learned to cook, because they never learned from their own parents.

In no time, Evelyn’s husband entered the kitchen, approaching Eden to rub the top of her head with his knuckles. “Hey kiddo.”

“Hey bro.” He messed up her hair, wanting to return the favor but he walked out of her reach. He approached his wife, kissing the side of her head as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Eden felt her cheeks heat up by seeing her sister so happy.

“Could you help set the table and maybe get Eden something to drink?”

“Of course,” He turned around, pointing to Eden. “What do you want to drink?”

“Do you guys have wine?” She asked, pursing her lips when looking at him.

“Yup we do.”

“Give me the whole bottle.” She snickered.

“I guess touring has been exhausting?” Evelyn spoke up, looking over her shoulder briefly.

“Just a little. I haven’t been sleeping well.” She sighed. “Are you guys gonna have a drink too?”

The kitchen grew quiet for a few seconds. It felt like minutes had passed.

“I’ll drink with you, yeah.” Noah cleared his throat, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet.

“I haven’t been able to drink anything ever since I got plastered and threw everything up.”

“Oh, I remember that.” She cringed, looking back on the time her sister went AWOL. Her in law had to tell her himself why she was absent. She was sick for a few days, not being able to pick up her phone.

“Yeah, never again.”

They had just finished dinner, Eden and Noah having a bonding session while doing the dishes. After that, they all gathered on the sofa to watch a movie. Once it ended, Eden put down her third glass of wine on the coffee table.

The couple were sitting across from her, stretching their limbs while complimenting the movie. Eden and Evelyn giggled together when Noah took it upon himself to start massaging his wife’s feet.

“What’s so funny?” He pouted, looking between the two girls. “Doesn’t your boyfriend rub your feet?”

“He does. You two are just so cute. It’s almost gross.”

“Ya, we could say the same thing about you and Seokmin.” Eden flattened her lips, rolling her eyes while standing to her feet.

“It’s time to open my gifts. I’m getting impatient.” She felt really warm from all the alcohol she consumed, but not feeling completely drunk yet. She skipped to the kitchen where she left her gift bag and brought it back to the living room.

Eden had gotten the two of them many things from visiting all the different countries on tour. From house decor to jewelry, it felt like they were opening presents on Christmas morning. She got her brother in law some headphones that were trending these days.

“Wow! Thanks kiddo.” Evelyn looked at how his eyes lit up. He was a responsible, grown man but he still had his moments where he acted like a little boy.

“Don’t mention it.” She smiled, sipping more from her wine glass.

“Speaking of gifts…” Evelyn looked intently at the man beside her. “We got you a little something.”

“But you didn’t have to get me anything!” She feared that they would one her up with their gift.

“Oh hush. Honey, it’s in my closet. Can you please get it?” She smiled, watching him bite his lip as he was on his way to their bedroom.

“Evie, You really didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Stop being so humble and accept the gift. Or I will give you everything you just got us back.”

“But I like the headphones!” He returned with a big box, setting it down on the coffee table in front of Eden.

From the familiar name, she knew it was going to be an expensive bag. “Evelyn.”

He sat down next to Evelyn, holding her hand while admiring his new headphones. “Don’t make me scold you in front of Noah. Open it.”

“It’s a gift from both of us, by the way.” He raised his eyebrows to remind her, knowing that if it was a gift from him she couldn’t possibly refuse it.

She had plenty of handbags that have accumulated over the years. Now she wasn’t going to use any other bag than the one in the box in front of her.

She lifted the lid off of the box, being met with pink tissue paper. Pulling the paper back revealed the beige crossbody bag. It seemed like the perfect size for her and she loved all the embroidery on it. She turned to Evelyn, pouting while her sister simply smiled at her.

Eden walked over to hug the two of them quickly before sitting back down across from them. She pulled the bag out of the box and admired how nice it was.

“It’s so nice, thank you guys.”

She didn’t see the way they looked at each other as she started going through all the pockets, unzipping them all and removing all the wrapping paper they put inside.

She set the balls of tissue paper next to her, a grin on Eden’s face as she reached down to the deepest part of the bag. She picked up what she thought was a strap that came with the bag, looking down at the pregnancy test in her hands.

It took her one second to process what she was holding, seeing the two lines to indicate that it was positive. Eden gasped loudly, slapping her hand against her mouth before shooting her eyes over at them.

“Shut the fuck up.” She felt her heart drop to the depths of her stomach, her muscles becoming jelly and feeling her hands start to shake. It wasn’t too long before the tears started to pool in her eyes.

“Surprise!” Her sister had a devilish grin on her face.

“Are you serious?” Eden’s voice climbed a few octaves, muffled against the palm of her hand.

“Yes! I’m pregnant.” She nodded, Evelyn trying to hold back her own tears.

“You’re pregnant?” Her voice cracked into a whisper, still in disbelief.

Over the years, she watched her sister fall in love with the man sitting next to her now. The two had always confided in each other their entire lives. Evelyn had been there for all Eden’s ups and downs, especially when she had many pregnancy scares. Their support for one another was what made their relationship so special.

After their wedding, they knew they wanted to get straight to business. But it took more time and a toll on the couple as planned. She was there for every negative and false positive so she witnessed how frustrating and painful it was for the two. She tried her best to comfort her even when they started considering doing IVF.

Knowing everything they went through to get to this moment right now only made Eden more emotional.

She set the test down on the coffee table, getting up to hug her once more. Evelyn held her head in her hands, rubbing her back as the youngest sobbed onto her shoulder.

“I-I don’t know what to say. You’re really pregnant?”

“Yes!” She told her again, hugging her trembling body. “I’m 8 weeks along.”

She was still crying so hard that her makeup began to run. When she pulled away, Evelyn’s eyes were teary too. She wiped Eden’s tears away, rubbing the smudged makeup on her pants.

During their moment, the man started tearing up too. He laughed at himself, pulling the ultrasound pictures out of his pocket and handing it to her.

“Look, you’re gonna be an aunt.” It looked as if she just found the news out all over again. She was so caught up in feeling overjoyed for her sister finally being pregnant that she completely forgot this meant she was going to be an aunt.

She widened her eyes, covering her mouth with both of her hands as she shook her head. “I’m gonna be an aunt?” She wept quietly, squeezing her eyes shut as her whole body shook. “There’s really a baby in your belly? Why did you wait so long to tell me?”

“So we could have this moment of course.” Evelyn wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling in Noah to hug her too.

“Oh my god, I can't believe this. I’m so happy for you!” Her voice was once again muffled on her shoulder. “Does mom and dad know?”

She nodded. “We told them over a video call last week. Surprisingly, dad cried more than her.”

“Did he really?”

“She’s so excited. She’s already bragging to everyone about being a grandma.”

Once Eden was finally able to calm down, she found herself staring at the pregnancy test again. In the past, she hoped she wouldn’t ever have to see one of these again. Today, all she could feel was happiness.

She cracked a joke to lighten the mood. “So I can keep the bag right?” She sniffled as they busted into laughter.

“The bag was my idea.” Noah raised his hand with a smirk on his face.

Eden chuckled, hugging the woman again but being extremely gentle this time. “I’m so happy for you. You don’t even know.”

“Thank you so much.”

“You’re gonna be an amazing mom. I am certain.” She had cried so much that her nose was stuffed and her eyes were red. Because of her words, the woman’s lips started to quiver.

“Wait, you gotta help me tell the girls. And Seokmin!”

#justmochi: eden #eden & friends #blackpink 5th member #5th member of blackpink #fake blackpink member #fake blackpink oc #blackpink oc #blackpink addition #fake kpop addition #fake kpop idol #fake kpop soloist #addition to kpop #eden.love

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Hidden feeling - Mason Mount

Who: Mason Mount Prompt: "How long did you think you could hide that?" Notes with request: I’d love for it to be at the beach during sunset, on holiday with friends and mason asks y/n how long did she thought she could hide her feelings from him. Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

This holiday was the most amazing one you'd ever been on. With a group of friends you had chartered a yacht for a week and sailed around the Caribbean. You were actually mostly a friend of Declan's, and that was how you found your way into this group, although you knew all the others as well from previous parties and gatherings. Through Declan you knew Mason, too. You had always fancied him somewhat, but this holiday, where you spent entire days close to him, made you realize that you were in fact head over heels for him. You couldn't keep your eyes off his smile, and the sound of his laugh was music to your ears. Whenever he accidentally brushed a hand against your skin, it sent butterflies to your stomach and made you feel like you could float off of the ground.

But you didn't say anything to him about it. You were just a normal girl, and he was a famous professional footballer. Why the hell would he be into you? So, out of fear of getting turned down or laughed at, you kept your feelings to yourself. ---- Today, after a wonderful dinner at a quiet beach, Mason approached you. As you sat at the waterline by yourself, watching the beautiful sunset, he sat himself down next to you. "How long did you think you could hide that?" He spoke out of the blue. "Wh-- what?" You were taken aback by his question. Your mind immediately wandered to the one big secret you had at the moment, and that was your crush on Mason. "I've seen the way you look at me," Mason smirked. The confidence dripping from every pore was actually enviable. "I..." You hesitated. If ever there was a perfect moment to come clean about this, it was now. And, frankly, Mason did not seem to shy away from the idea of you being in love with him. "I might have a bit of a crush on you." You finally blurted out. "It's stupid..." "No, it's not," Mason interrupted you, "because... so do I." You blinked slightly stupidly at him. "You have a crush on you, too?" Mason laughed out loud. "No, silly! I love you!" Now it was Mason's turn to fall silent. He hadn't exactly meant to express his feelings so explicitly, but he had to admit that it felt good anyway. "I've seen you at Dec's before," he started, "and you've always caught my attention. This holiday, this week together, it made me realise my true feelings for you." You blushed fiery red. "For me, too." "That settles it, then," he smirked. The confidence was immediately visible again in Mason's entire posture. "So... you want to give it a try?" You asked shyly. Mason smiled, already leaning into you. "Absolutely." And under the beautiful Caribbean sunset, he kissed you. A first kiss of many more to come.

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Blended Family [Tom Glynn-Carney x Best friend!Reader]

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Summary: Growing up, you and Tom had been the best of friends. It didn’t change when you ended up getting a boyfriend, although Tom expresses his distaste for him on a daily. As you were ready to pull the trigger and end your relationship, you found out you were pregnant. You gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and as she grew older, you realized the one you should be with is Tom….

🔥Part Two🔥

Gif doesn’t belong to me 💚

“So, does Charlie know about you going?”

You glanced up at Tom with a sigh. “What do you think?” You mumbled, looking back at the pasta that you were stirring.

Tom sighed as he looked over you before he pushed himself off the doorframe and walked closer to stand beside you while you cooked dinner. “You know, you should just break up with him already. He’s not good for you.”

“Tom,” You began with a frown.

“No, Y/N. You know I’m right. He’s not good for you and he’s not good for Evie.” He kept his voice low since your daughter was in the living room playing with her dolls.

You kept your eyes on the pasta, a frown on your lips. You knew he was right, that Charlie was not right for you. He was especially not good for Evie. You did not say anything while you strained the pasta, shaking your head a bit.

You moved the pasta back to the pot to add sauce and spices, glancing over at Tom. You noticed the way he was watching you causing you to raise a brow. “What?”

Tom shook his head a bit. “I’m just worried about you and Evie.”

You waved him off a bit. “Everything will be okay.”

“Are you sure about that?”

You took a deep breath, knowing the truth. “I’m sure,” You assured him with a small smile. “Can you please get the plates and Parmesan from the fridge?”

The dinner table was quiet except for Evie slurping away at her noodles. You tilted your head with furrowed brows as you just stared at your own plate, your mind racing with thoughts.

It was clear how miserable you were with Charlie, yet you tried to hide your emotions in front of your daughter. You didn’t want her to get upset because you were upset.

“Where is Charlie anyway?” Tom asked with a raised eyebrow while taking a sip of his water.

“He’s on a guys trip with some of his friends.”

“Ah,” Tom replied with a nod. “What is he doing on this guy’s trip?”

You shook your head not wanting to talk about Charlie in front of Evie. You always held your tongue, even around Tom. It was as though he was always listening. He had an iron grasp on your life and your mask was slowly crumbling.

“Do we still get to go on a trip?” Evie asked, her face full of marinara sauce.

Tom smiled lightly and nodded. “Of course, Evie! I refuse to go anywhere without my buddy!”

You smiled lightly watching the two seeing Evie’s smile widen. You always enjoyed their dynamic. Some days it seemed as though Tom was more of a father to Evelyn than Charlie ever was.

You twirled some of your pasta, furrowing your brows. “When do you need to leave?” You asked, looking over at your best friend.

“In a couple of weeks,” Tom replied. “Would it really be bad if you just packed a suitcase and left with me while Charlie is on this so called guys trip?” He asked with a teasing tone to his voice.

You laughed a bit while shaking your head. “You don’t know the half of it.”

You had your hair pushed back and out of your face while you did the dishes, Tom by your side. Evie had already taken a bath and was just on the couch watching a Disney movie.

Tom hummed lightly, looking over at you while he put the dishes you scrubbed in the dishwasher. You looked up at him and smiled lightly.

“Why do you look so down, Tommy?” You asked while pouting. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking as sad as you do now.”

Tom sighed and shook his head. “I’m just upset over the fact that you’re living with a monster right now,” He said, his voice quiet.

You glanced up at your best friend, the blonde boy looking genuinely concerned. You turned away while shaking your head. “I don’t think you need to be worried about that.”

“Why shouldn’t I worry? You’re my best friend, Y/N and he’s hurting you.”

You handed him the last plate and stared at him as you wiped off your hands. “I will be okay.”

“And what will happen when he hurts Evie?”

You glanced into the living room seeing Evelyn focused on the screen, wearing her little princess nightgown as she sang along to Beauty and the Beast. You crossed your arms, looking down with furrowed brows.

“He won’t hurt her,” You tried to argue.

“Yeah, but what if he does?”

You sighed, shaking your head a bit. “He won’t, I promise.”

Tom took the towel and threw it on the counter before he took your hands. You looked up at his blue eyes seeing just how concerned he was. You let out a soft sigh and smiled lightly at him.

“I think you’re just being paranoid, Tommy.”

Tom chuckled a bit before he moved his hand and placed it on your cheek. He lightly rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb, sighing softly.

“I want you to go with me while filming. Please.”

“But what about—“

“Charlie doesn’t have to know. If he can go and cheat on you while on these dumb guy trips, then you can leave with me and with Evelyn to film a show.”

You sighed softly, closing your eyes. You glanced back out seeing how happy your daughter was before you turned fully to Tom. You leaned up and kissed his cheek gently and hugged him tight.

“Okay, but you’ll be the one to explain why I suddenly disappeared from home with Evie,” You mumbled into his chest.

Tom chuckled as he nuzzled into your hair before kissing the side of your head. “I’ll be able to take Charlie on, I think.”

You crinkled your nose looking up at your best friend with a soft smile. “I’d like to see that fight actually.”

Tom laughed and smiled kissing your head once more as you closed your eyes. You always felt warm in your best friend’s arms and you knew if you went on this vacation with Evie, there is going to be hell to pay from your boyfriend. At that moment though, you did not care. Tom was your safe haven and you wanted to go with him.

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daughter-of-melpomene · 9 months

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𝙉𝙀𝙒𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙋𝙇𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙐𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙀𝙎

Alright, since I realize I haven’t exactly been as active on here recently as I would like to have been, I thought I would attempt to make up for it by letting you guys in on some of the newest OC babies I’m planning on introducing soon. I hope you guys like these little tidbits, and (even though I don’t have any of their intro posts up yet), feel free to ask me whatever questions you’d like about them!!

BAILEY TAYLOR, GLEE:

— Texas native who transfers to McKinley at the beginning of season two after her mother’s job is relocated to Lima.

— Generally your typical sweet Southern belle, but also fiercely independent and has a feisty streak.

— Well-set up to be popular when she first transfers, but quickly becomes an outcast after giving a tongue-lashing to some jocks after she watches them slushy Tina, so she joins New Directions.

— Generally sings country and pop music outside of the group numbers, but occasionally busts out a showtune (and does some country duets with Sam).

— Either a Tina or Santana ship, I haven’t quite decided yet.

CLARKE TALEB, TRIPLE FRONTIER:

— Her story is set in kind of an AU post-canon after the boys recover the stolen money from the ravine, where Santi officially retires and they all move to the same town close to each other (and also where Frankie doesn’t have a baby and broke up with his girlfriend because I just. Can’t really deal with that).

— Quite literally bumps into Frankie at a bar (and spills her drink all over him) and very quickly becomes friends with all four of them.

— A total energetic and social ray of sunshine who’s very comfortable in her bisexuality and active in her local queer community, and helps the boys come to terms with their various non-straight identities.

— The main singer at a local burlesque club, and KILLS it as a performer.

— In a poly ship with all four former Delta Squad boys, who are all also dating each other (except for Will and Benny, obviously).

GRETA DWARF, DISNEY’S DESCENDANTS:

— Daughter of Grumpy of the seven dwarves fame.

— Pretty much lives up to her father’s name; doesn’t put up with one bit of crap and is never afraid to speak her mind (which normally doesn’t make most people happy, but she doesn’t really like people anyway).

— Is definitely an outcast in Auradon and at school; the only people who actually talk to her at school outside of the teachers are Ben and her cousin Doug, who’s actually a little scared of her.

— Befriends Mal almost immediately after the VKs get to Auradon (they are truly kindred spirits) and decides to try and help them steal Fairy Godmother’s wand because she resents Auradon and how fake and falsely cherry it is.

— Doesn’t really lose her prickly streak by the time the Coronation rolls around, but does come to realize that not everyone in Auradon is so bad and she needs to let people in more.

— Definitely besties with Mal, but also strikes up unlikely friendships with Carlos and Lonnie (and kind of becomes Carlos and Jane’s unofficial protector since they’re both pretty quiet and she is. Not).

— Also an Evie ship because I simply have to give my beloved girl a girlfriend. <3

ISAAC HOLLIDAY, TWLIGHT:

— A boyfriend for my bi king Charlie Swan. <3

— A tailor who runs a clothing shop in downtown Forks - Charlie constantly brings his uniform to his shop whenever it gets ripped.

— Definitely suspects the Cullens of being vampires but can never prove it until Charlie lets him know about Edward and this man just jumps up and shouts “I KNEW IT!”

— Sweet but fiercely loyal and protective Gryffinpuff king. <3

— Definitely acts as a non-Charlie adult confidant to Bella and is the best stepdad when he and Charlie finally get together.

— Also used to have a bit of a crush on Carlisle and still gets nervous around him even after getting together with Charlie because Carlisle is just. So pretty.

LUCY SCRUBB, INDIANA JONES:

— A British archeologist working with American Army Intelligence who gets assigned with Indy to help him find the Ark of the Covenant.

— Kind of shy and socially awkward (mostly due to constantly being underestimated in her field for being a woman) but incredibly intelligent and observant and knows when to stand her ground and not take other people’s crap.

— (Also probably autistic, but, well, they didn’t really have the language for that back then. But she is.)

— An incredibly sweet and compassionate woman who would do anything to help people in need (but also tends to trust too easily, which is why Indy is good at balancing her out).

— Indy likes to call her Lou, and she pretends to hate it, but she secretly loves that he thinks enough of her to give her a cute nickname.

— A ship for the daring professor himself, obviously!

VIA WINCHESTER, SUPERNATURAL:

— (Yes, I know Winchester sister OCs are overdone, I don’t even care.)

— Technically her first name is Olivia, but she doesn’t like it and prefers to go exclusively by Via.

— Sam and Dean’s half-sister, fifteen years old in the first season, who was born out of a three-night stand between John and her mother.

— John didn’t stick around, obviously, but he kept tabs on Via and her mother and when the woman was killed in a car accident shortly after Sam left for collage, he came and got her and started training her to be a hunter.

— Immediately loves her two older brothers and is fiercely loyal to and protective of them, but shares a closer bond with Dean since she’s spent more time with him.

— Doesn’t like John at all, however, both for essentially abandoning her and her mother and for trying to turn all his children into hunters rather than letting them have normal childhoods, which is a point of contention between her and Dean.

— Despite her anger towards John forcing his kids into early training, she loves being a hunter and has a particular affinity for taking down vampires.

— A badass baby lesbian (who not only knows Dean is bi WAY before they even meet Cas but takes one look at Sam the first time they meet and is like, “Well, this one’s not straight either”).

— Might not have a love interest, or I might make another OC to give her a girlfriend, I haven’t decided yet (I’ll probably wait until I get a little further into the series).

Alright, that’s it for my more immediately upcoming OCs!! Again, feel free to ask me any questions you want about my newest babies!!

Tagging some of my OC community besties: @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @luucypevensie, @carmens-garden, @endless-oc-creations.

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naughtyneganjdm · 2 years

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Good Luck Charm - Chapter 17

Summary: After Negan gets nervous about the events he's witnessed on the news, he comes over to help Y/N try to keep her and Evie safe.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC), etc.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, smut, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39423063/chapters/105853230

Notes: To anyone reading this, I love you guys. Thank you for keeping up with things. Regardless of how hard they’ve been.

“I feel like this is overkill Negan,” Y/N stammered while she held onto the ladder that he was on top of to keep it steady. Staring up from where she was at, she watched closely while Negan finished putting up the last security camera that she had bought. Lucille was at work and Evie was at school, leaving them some alone time to be able to work this out together. “I’ve been in this neighborhood for over a decade. You lived here for a while. You know how boring it is here.”

“Listen, people are getting weird,” Negan grunted while he worked on getting the camera up for Y/N. “I know you hate watching the news, but the news is filled with some pretty crazy shit right now. People are just up and attacking people. It’s like the world has gone fucking crazy which is why I told you that you needed to put these things up. I know it’s an added expense, but at the end of the day I think it’s worth it. It just keeps you and the little one safe so you are always aware of what is going on.”

“I think maybe you need to take a break from the news,” Y/N suggested, letting out a tiny snicker when Negan looked down at her with a glare. “I’m just saying. I’ve never seen you as someone who is a worrier and this is a bit extreme for you.”

“Turn the news on and you will see why,” Negan waved his hand about while he held onto the drill that he was using. It had been a few weeks since Evie’s birthday and, in that time, he was hearing a lot of stories about people going crazy in the big cities. “I don’t know if it’s in the water or some shit, but if you look at New York City? That shit is getting intense. I know that people just don’t care anymore, but to the extent of what people are doing is insane. They are beating each other, biting each other…it’s getting wild Y/N.”

“That’s New York City,” she pointed out making Negan roll his eyes and go back to work. “We’re in a quiet little suburb and I think we’ll be okay.”

“This just makes sure that you are. It’s going to record everything for you and instead of having to go outside to check something if you hear something weird, you can just look on the cameras. It was the safest option and it makes me feel better knowing that my girls are safe.”

“I still think this is a bit extensive, but I did it to make you feel comfortable,” she informed him with a shrug of her shoulders. Multiple times Negan had told her that he thought she should get security cameras. By the time he had come over to check in with her and he mentioned how worried he was about everything, she finally agreed to getting them.

“And I appreciate that. Sure, Evie is with me right now, but it makes sense to have these things. It’s worth it,” Negan insisted, climbing down the ladder once he was finished. Grabbing the tools, he motioned her to follow him into the house while he went to put things away. “Now we just have to make sure they all show up.”

“I’m sure they do,” she followed Negan toward the laptop where some of the footage was already running. Negan took a seat at the table, grabbed his glasses to wear and was surveying over the things that were there. “It’s going to be really interesting seeing the squirrels that run the neighborhood to the ground.”

“I love the sarcasm,” Negan grunted fixing his glasses while he went from each screen to see if all of the cameras were working. Letting out a frustrated breath, Negan noticed that one of the cameras wasn’t running and he brushed his fingers through his hair uneasily. “The one in the back isn’t powered on. I have to go get it.”

“I’ve got it,” she waved her hand in the air dismissively knowing that the one that wasn’t working was one that was closer to the ground that she would have no problem getting. “Just let me know when it starts working. Holler at me.”

“I’m good at that,” Negan winked as she headed for the back door. Moving to the security camera, she searched around for a minute before adjusting some of the wiring. Maybe she should have asked first how to get it to power on. There was nothing in response and she looked to the side where the back door was open.

“Anything?” she called out waiting for some kind of response from Negan. Raising her voice, she tinkered with the wires a bit more before calling out again. “Hey? Anything?”

“Not yet,” Negan hollered back making her frown when she folded her arms in front of her chest. Observing the wires, she tried to determine what was wrong with it and tried to see if everything was pushed in right. After a while of fooling around with it, she looked to the side to see that Negan was staring at her. It made him smile when he managed to shock her. “I saw your beautiful face a few minutes ago, I just wanted to see how long it took you to notice I was standing here watching you.”

“Dick,” she reached for the empty box that was beside her to toss it at him making Negan snort when she headed back into the house with him on her tail. Moving over toward her laptop, she lowered down to gaze over the videos. “I’m going to end up being one of those neighbors that watches the neighbors and treats this like reality television.”

“I thought you said that this subdivision was boring,” Negan reminded her with an arch of his eyebrow making her smirk. “Now all of a sudden, you think you’re going to catch some interestingly wild stuff.”

“Well who knows? Maybe I’ll catch the eighty-year-old neighbor across the street having an affair with the thirty some year old living next to him,” Y/N joked with Negan making him snicker before he lowered in beside her to brace his hand against the table so he could survey the videos with her. “We could have all the juicy drama caught on tape.”

“I hope you find something that keeps you entertained,” Negan grumbled knowing that he had just gotten her to do this because he was worried about her and Evie. The way the world was acting lately had him worried about their wellbeing. There was a silence that lingered between the two of them when Negan licked over his lips. “Hey, do you think the two of us can talk about something?”

“Sure?” she closed the laptop and turned to face Negan, folding her arms out in front of her chest. Negan seemed a bit stressed about whatever was on his mind when he brushed his fingers through his hair and swallowed down hard. “What is it?”

“Can we talk about Evie’s birthday?” Negan requested making Y/N’s teasing expression that she had previously fade from her features and she suddenly became quite serious.

“What about it?” she cleared her throat, avoiding eye contact with Negan. “A lot happened that day.”

“I guess there are a few things that I wanted to talk about,” Negan began, pushing his hands into his pockets. Rocking forwards and backwards on his feet, he tipped his head to the side and let out a whistling sound. “I know it’s been a while since we talked about our personal lives, but are you still with Shane?”

“Yes,” she answered, a chill running down her spine when she heard the disappointment in Negan’s breathing.

“How can you continue to be with him when he did all that shit in front of Evie Y/N?” Negan pushed, his voice hitching when she finally looked up at him with sadness behind her eyes. “I don’t understand how you could even sleep with that man knowing…”

“I haven’t slept with him in a very long time. I told you that day that I hadn’t slept with him in over a month and that hasn’t changed,” she declared knowing that she was sticking to her guns with that whole thing. She was uncomfortable with the idea of having sex with Shane and this time she was actually standing up for herself. “Not that he hasn’t tried, because he has…”

“I’m not surprised to hear that considering he’s a fucking rapist,” Negan’s brow line was flexed, his nose scrunching when he folded his arms out in front of his chest. “Did you tell him what happened between the two of us?”

“Negan, you would be hurt far more than you are right now,” she stepped forward to palm in over the side of Negan’s face where a small bruise remained under his right eye. “I genuinely thought you were going to look so much worse than you do.”

“Well, I was icing it a lot,” Negan recalled reaching up to circle his finger around his eyes and nose area. Dropping his hand in defeat, Negan watched Y/N step back and away from him while she braced herself against the edge of the table. “Y/N, I’m genuinely scared about the man that Shane is becoming. The jealousy, the rage…”

“I’ve been pushing him away to a degree. He used to be living here every day and he’s only been here a day or two out of the week recently,” she claimed knowing that her relationships were becoming more complicated the more time that passed. “He knows I am really upset with him for what he did. Bringing Evie into things is where he messed up.”

“Okay, well let’s put Shane on pause for a second,” Negan slurred, his right eyebrow arching up and over his rims. Lowering his arms, he rubbed his hands together and shook his head a bit. “What about us? What started between us was passionate, it was sensual…”

“It should have never happened Negan,” she interrupted him, her face flushing over when she was reminded of the start of their sexual encounter that happened between the two of them. “We’re not meant to be together Negan. It was wrong. What I did…it made me a bad person. I just proved Shane right by what I did.”

“You’re not a bad person for wanting to be with me,” Negan reasoned, his voice getting deeper and his eyes attempting to lock with hers. His body language showed that he was stressed and he was struggling to form the right words to reach out to her. “I just think we needed time apart to realize that there is something there between us.”

“But we will never be together,” she swallowed down hard hating to face that truth, but it was something that she had to live with. It was something she lived with for over almost the last eight years. “You’re meant to be with Lucille who loves you so much. And I’m just here to help you and be your friend. Which brings me to that job…”

“Don’t change the subject,” Negan hushed her, raising his hand up in the air to silence her. Stepping forward, Negan wanted so badly to touch her, but he didn’t know if it was okay or not in the moment. “The only reason Lucille is still with me is because you love me enough not to tell her what I did. If she knew the things I did, I don’t know if she would still want to stay with me. And if she did, she would certainly kick my ass for what I have done.”

“I don’t know Negan. She loves you so much that I don’t think she could ever leave you,” Y/N stated with a long exhale. Everything she knew about Lucille told her that Lucille would never leave Negan. She might get angry with him, but she had put up with a whole lot as it was already in being married to Negan. “You’re very lucky in the sense that you have two women who are blindly and hopelessly in love with you.”

“And I don’t deserve it,” Negan recognized with a frown. There was no doubting that he realized that. It was something he thought about quite often and he knew that he was lucky to have two incredibly amazing women that loved him. “But…”

Negan let out a shuddering breath and he turned on his heel to head over to the couch. Negan dropped down and he lowered his head, brushing his fingers through his thick, dark hair, “Y/N, I’ve had a lot of time to think about things. Things that have been swirling around in my fucking brain relentlessly. I’ve been questioning a lot of things that have happened. You and I have been in each other’s lives for a very long time.”

“Right,” she headed across the room and took a seat on the opposite side of the couch. “Time flies. That’s for sure.”

“It does, but with everything falling apart I have gone through a lot of emotions,” Negan opened up to her, turning enough on the couch so he could face her. “In my life, I’ve loved two women. You and Lucille. When I was a kid, I fell so fucking hard for Lucille. I planned our future out in my head. I had this idea of what I thought perfect was. I thought I would be a professional ball player. Lucille would get married to me. We’d have this big family and I’d be so fucking successful. I’d live in this big house…but then I got hurt. And after that, Lucille left me. I was a bum. I had nothing. My perfect life was gone. I could never have the life that I thought I was going to have. Then I met you. I have never been a hero in my whole life. Ever. People have always had to save my ass. But I felt like the world was telling me that I wasn’t a waste of space. That I was meant to save you that night. That you and I were destined to be in each other’s lives.”

Negan licked his lips, locking his fingers together while he rocked where he was sitting showing the discomfort that he had in his body, “I told myself that I wasn’t going to fall for someone because Lucille was it for me, you know? But the more time I spent with you, the happier I realized I was. You made me feel like a man that I never thought I was capable of being. Someone that was happy with a normal life. I had a best friend and a lover all in one. Who gets to say that? A lot of people can’t even say that they enjoy spending time with their significant other, but I looked forward to it.”

Y/N’s lips parted. It looked like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. It was obvious that she was trying to avoid getting emotional while he brought up their past together, “I fell head over heels in love with you. You were like a drug. One that made me happy. You gave me a life that I never thought I was capable of. You adjusted your dreams and your future just to make me happy. In you I saw someone that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. When I pictured our future, I saw the white picket fence. I realized more than anything I wanted to be a family man and have the kind of life that only people could dream about. And it was achievable and we were headed in that direction. I wanted to make all of your dreams come true.”

“Negan,” she whimpered, her bottom lip trembling when she lifted her head and he saw that tears were burning at her eyes. “What are you doing?”

Sitting up straight, Negan reached inside of the hoodie that he was wearing to pull something out of it. Handing it over, he could see that her fingers were trembling when she looked at the photo that Chuck had given him, “I have stared at that photo a lot lately. Chuck gave it to me at our interview. When I got back with Lucille, I told myself that I never loved you. That I was never happy. That I was just settling because I couldn’t have Lucille, but when I looked at that photo, everything came back to me and it made me feel miserable.”

Noticing the tear that was sliding down the side of Y/N’s face, Negan reached out to stroke his fingers over her flesh to sweep it away, “I realized the lies that I was telling myself about not loving you wasn’t true. At that party, I told everyone how happy I was. I bragged to anyone that would listen and even to those that didn’t care to listen that my incredible fiancée was pregnant with my baby. I just kept telling everyone how I was the luckiest man in the world. I had an incredibly sexy woman I was engaged to who loved me with everything that she was. She was smart, kind…everything I could only dream of. I had the perfect job. The perfect home. The perfect dog. And I was going to have that baby I always fucking wanted. You know? There was no one that I had known that would have been a better mother and someone that I wanted to spend forever with other than you. With you, I was never stressed. I was never upset. I was always happy. I was always smiling. I was always talking about my life and how proud of you I was.”

“Why are you saying this?” she felt Negan sliding in closer to her and she felt her body shaking. “The second you could be with Lucille again, you took off Negan. I wasn’t important.”

“You were always my good luck charm Y/N. I won’t lie about that. You brought the best into my life. But not because you were just good luck, but because we had an incredible relationship,” Negan admitted with tension in his tone, his throat flexing with an uneasiness to him. “You’re not the bad person. I am. Do you know what the happiest moment of my life was?”

“When you married Lucille?” she guessed making Negan bite down on his bottom lip and shake his head.

“It was in that ultrasound appointment. Your fingers were hooked with mine and when they told us that we were going to have a daughter I fucking cried and I just kissed you immediately. I never thought that I could feel the happiness that I did in that moment. I didn’t think anything could top the day that you told me you were pregnant, but the moment I found out that we were having that little girl it was the most amazing thing ever. To see our little girl on that screen. Knowing that inside of you was growing the miracle of our love…” Negan’s voice broke, his eyebrows furrowing when he bit down on his bottom lip. “I was so happy. My thought in my head is that I went through all that fucking pain to gain this. I lost my dreams, the love of my life…everything, but it was okay because it brought me our perfect little angel. With you, my dreams changed and it didn’t bother me.”

“Why are you doing this?” she felt herself getting emotional. Hell, they were both emotional and crying. Negan’s bottom lip was tremoring when she went to hand back the photo to him. “That day went from being one of the most emotional, amazing days of my life to crashing all around me.”

“I just need you to know these things Y/N. They’ve been inside of my head for so long, especially lately. I thought the world was playing a cruel prank on me that day. I had the most amazing moment shared with you and then I walk down to call my mother and there is Lucille standing right there in front of me. I read the signs wrong. I think God put Lucille there to show me that I had everything I could want and more with you. The perfect woman, a baby on the way…a life that only so many people could dream of,” Negan looked down at the photo that she was holding out and he shakily grabbed the photo. “But instead I thought it was the world punishing me telling me that I made the wrong decision. That I was meant to have the original dream. That I was pushing for this different path that I wasn’t supposed to take. God put Lucille there to test me and I failed. I failed you. I failed the test. I failed Evie. You were everything to me and that day, I just let you slip right through my fingers and the man I became I hated. This picture shows it Y/N. When is the last time you saw me this happy?”

Negan held up the photo that Chuck had given him to originally give to Evie. While Negan smiled all the time, she always knew that was just part of his personality. There was no hiding in the picture that he was holding up of the two of them that he was genuinely thrilled about life, “I had everything and I gave it all up because I was afraid of what I would miss out on if I let Lucille slip through my fingers again. And then for the next two years I treated you like shit. Because I knew that you were the only other person that I loved. If I told myself that we were a mistake and I pushed you away, it would make me realize that Lucille was who I was meant to be with. So I did what I could to stop feeling how I did about you, but you were on my mind constantly. Every time I saw you…every time I see you…you take my breath away.”

“But no matter what I do, you’re always going to pick Lucille over me,” she stammered with a whimper, shrugging her shoulders and feeling her body shaking. “All I’ve ever wanted was to be married to you and have that family you dreamt of. When I was young, all I wanted was to be successful. To be the best at what I did. Then you came into my life and your dreams became my dreams. When you left, my dreams didn’t change. I was stuck with the world that you promised me but I could no longer have that because you were in love with Lucille.”

“Y/N,” Negan slid in closer to her after he set the photo down on the coffee table, he grasped her hands in his and squeezed tightly to them. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me, but I know that I was the worst thing that ever happened to you.”

“Not the worst,” she piped knowing that there were certain situations in her life that could top certain things. “You just have given me the biggest heart break with your promises and then ripping them away from me.”

“I was wrong to do what I did. I’m so sorry,” Negan repeated, visibly emotional while he held onto her. “I kept you hanging on because I was always on the edge of my decisions, never knowing if I was making the right or wrong one. I don’t want you to forgive me, but you need to know that I did love you. I do love you and I miss you…I miss us so much.”

“Negan,” she heard him let out a trembling breath and she felt his hands clasping to hers tighter.

“The first night I met you I saved you from being raped by some asshole. I was your hero. You were the one person in my life that I’ve ever been the hero to. After that, you were the one that kept saving me. You’ve always been saving me,” Negan stammered, his eyes misting over further while he spoke. “What kills me the most is that I hurt you so bad that I pushed you into a situation where you got raped and I…I couldn’t save you. It was my fault.”

“Negan…no,” she immediately responded hearing his broken breathing when he lowered his head away from her to hide how emotional the last statement actually made him. “Shane was never your fault. It was mine for not wanting to be alone. I let someone take advantage of me because…”

“Because I hurt you. If I would have never done what I did, you would still be with Lucille and me,” Negan scoffed, lifting his head to show her that his emotions were absolutely conflicted and nose scrunched up. “Shane wouldn’t even be a thought. I hurt you so much that I pushed you away and you sought comfort elsewhere. It was my fault. I was supposed to save you and the only thing I did was get you hurt.”

“Negan,” she breathed out when he stood up from the couch and paced across the room. Negan lowered his head into his hand. Getting up, she followed him to where he was and reached out to place her hand in over his shoulders.

“You were always my good luck charm and my compass. You always led me to the best parts in my life and lifted me up even when I didn’t deserve it,” Negan recalled, gazing back at her with his reddened over hazel eyes. “And I led you to nothing, but pain. With you I was the happiest I ever was. And with me, you were the most miserable.”

“But it doesn’t mean you were to blame for Shane and what…happened to me,” she still had a hard time acknowledging that what happened to her was rape because when she thought about it, that made things extraordinarily bad. Getting with someone she knew raped her just because there was no one else didn’t look good for her and she knew that. “Misery, sure. But Shane? No.”

“The best thing you could ever do is kick me out of your life completely because I feel like I’m the biggest piece of shit,” Negan slid out of her grasp and headed for the kitchen to leave her there in the living room. Thinking things over, she headed into the kitchen and saw that he had taken his glasses off to brush at his eyes. When he heard her entering the kitchen, he put the glasses back on and cleared his throat. “Shane isn’t wrong about me Y/N. I’m a deadbeat. I let everyone down eventually. I loved Lucille and look what I did to her. You, you gave me everything and look what I did to you. And with Evie…”

“Don’t let Shane get into your head with Evie,” she stepped forward to grab the sides of his face after he turned to face her. Negan’s lips were agape and he seemed to be lost in the thought of how awful he was. “You’ve made mistakes. You’ve done some fucked up shit, but the one thing I know you to be is a good father. You have never fucked that up. Evie loves you…more than anything.”

“She loves us more than anything,” Negan corrected her, his hands sliding in over hers and he leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers. “Y/N, I know you don’t believe me, but since you’ve been out of my life it has gone to absolute shit. You make my life better. You make me better. I love you. So fucking much. I love you.”

The soft stroking of Negan’s hands over her face drew her eyes to close and the warmth of Negan’s breath over hers made a chill run down her spine. Hesitantly, Negan’s lips hovered with an eagerness to kiss her. Faintly, his mouth brushed over hers making a sharp exhale fall from her throat. Involuntarily she was shaking while they stood before each other for a few moments. It was like they were both too afraid to kiss each other until she stepped up on her toes to bring their lips together. Soft strokes from Negan’s rough fingertips were felt over her face and her hands settled in over the center of his chest. With each tender, sweep of his lips over hers she could feel her heart hammering inside of her chest.

“I miss you,” she breathed against his lips, stroking her fingers down over the side of Negan’s face. Their lips were still touching, but they were slightly parted. “I have never loved anyone the way I have loved you. And I never will.”

“Please…” Negan stroked his fingers from his right hand through her hair and tipped back enough to trace his fingertips from his left hand over her lips. Negan’s breathing was loud while she kissed softly at the tips of his fingers. “I can’t not have you in my life anymore. I’m falling apart without you. You’re the one thing that keeps me whole and I’m the one thing that makes you happy. You deserve to be happy and I’m…”

“Shhh,” she hushed, sliding her hand up over the side of his neck to trace her thumb in over his bottom lip. Repeating the gesture she had been doing to his fingers, he faintly kissed at the tip of her thumb and his eyes were locked on hers.

“I love you. So fucking much,” Negan declared with a shuddering exhale when she tipped back up on her toes again to meet him in a passionate kiss. With time the intensity of it grew and Negan pulled her in closer to him hooking his arms around her waist. Their bodies pressed together when his fingers wrapped loosely around her throat, his thumb sweeping over her jawline while he kissed her to the sweetest of surrenders.

“I love you too,” she purred against his lips when his free hand slid around to slip in over her bottom. Squeezing softly, Negan hummed and then skimmed his hand up the planes of her back. Teasing his fingertips underneath the back of her t-shirt, his fingers stroked at her flesh making her eyes come to a tight close. Taking her move, she repeated the gesture he did, but pushed her palms up under his shirt to stroke her fingers over his chest. A low, raspy moan fell from Negan’s throat while she took her time caressing over his body. “Arms up.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan followed her order, lifting his arms up and allowing her to pull the material from his body to drop it to the floor. Both of them were breathing loud, their hands touching and caressing every bit of each other’s bodies. Moments later, Negan reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up allowing her to lift her arms for him to get the shirt off of her. “You won’t think this is a mistake again?”

“No,” she answered with a whimper when his thumb slid in over the material covering her breast. “Will you leave me feeling miserable?”

“I never want to make you miserable again,” Negan hooked his arm around her in search of the clip in her bra. Taking his time, he got the material from her body and then pulled her close to him. Meshing their bodies together, Negan enjoyed the warmth of the skin-to-skin contact between them and he curled his finger in underneath her jaw. Teasing his lips over hers, Negan noticed how desperately she wanted him to kiss her and it made him smile. “I just want you happy. I want to see you smile again. I want to see you smile because of me. Please come back to me. I can’t sleep because I think about you constantly. Tell me what I have to do…what do I have to do in order to fix what I’ve done?”

“Negan,” she could see the passion in his eyes and for once she felt like he was genuinely serious.

“You don’t understand Y/N. If I could go back…I would do everything I could to fix things. To stop you from getting hurt. I would keep you safe and take care of you like I was supposed to. Like I should have done from the fucking start,” Negan stammered noticing the more emotional she got as he continued. “I just want to fix what I’ve done. I know I can’t, but it kills me to see you accepting the worst because you don’t think you deserve better. You’re not a bad person. You deserve so much more than you are allowing yourself and I know that I might not be capable of giving you what you deserve, but I know that I love you.”

Without saying anything in response, she hooked her arm loosely around Negan’s shoulders to pull him down to her so she could meet his lips once more. Hooking her fingers into his hair, she knew that there were only two people that she found comfort in kissing as of late. That was Negan and Lucille. Even though she was attracted to Shane, there was something that never felt right. Reaching down, Y/N’s hands fumbled with Negan’s belt getting it undone while his tongue flicked out over hers.

“You’re keeping the glasses on?” she confirmed making him chuckle against her lips while she pulled apart his pants and then dragged down his zipper. With a groan, Negan looked down between them to see her slipping her hand between the material of his pants to caress over his body through the material of his tight, black boxer briefs.

“I know how much you like them,” Negan snickered helping her get his pants off him. When he was able to kick out of them, Negan reached for her pants to get them off as well. It seemed like the less clothes she had on, the more nervous she seemed to get. Picking her up in his arms, Negan sat her down on the edge of the counter and kissed her heatedly. Negan noticed her shaking and reached for her hands to hook his fingers with hers while her legs loosely wrapped around his waist. “Are you okay? We can stop.”

“I’m fine,” she assured him, enjoying the warmth of him close to her. “It’s just what you do to me. Every time I’m with you, it feels like the first time.”

Hearing that made a smile expand over Negan’s handsome features. Keeping his fingers on his left hand hooked with hers, Negan let go with his right and took his time to trace his fingers over her arm. It was slow making her eyes come to a tight close when he swept over her collarbone. Continuing with his caress, he slid his fingers up over the side of her neck and leaned forward.

“You are so beautiful,” Negan slurred, his words hot against the side of her neck when he started peppering wet kisses over her flesh. A breath hitched in her throat with Negan’s rough stubble giving a significant contrast to the wet kisses over her neck, but she loved it. Taking her free hand, she flattened her palm out over Negan’s shoulder and traced over some of the freckles that were there. With ease, his lips went from her neck to over her jawline and he met her lips in a desperate caress. “I love you.”

“I love you too. You know that,” she panted against his wet lips releasing his hand so she could caress up and over the long planes of his back before pulling them forward to stroke her fingers through the dark hair that covered his chest. “I’ll always love you.”

Sinking his fingers into her hair, Negan hovered his lips over hers and their eyes were locked. There was a look that only Negan could give that would make you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered. It was seductive and longing, but it was so damn addictive. To be looked at like that was an incredible feeling. One she longed for but had tried to push aside.

Negan adjusted her weight when he reached for her panties to get them from her body, taking his time to pull them down her legs before dropping them. Urging her to lean back slightly, Negan slid his palm down over her chest dropping it down her body in a feathery fashion. It trailed between her breasts, over her abdomen and then over her thighs. It made her tremble and a sound of awe fell deeply from within Negan.

Dropping his head down, Negan’s mouth followed the motion his hand did starting at the center of her chest. As he lowered, his lips traveled their way over her breast to tease over her sensitive flesh. When his lips surrounded her breast, she tipped her head back and cried out. His tongue flicked circles around the taut flesh before sucking delicately. Gripping tightly to his shoulders made him growl against her sensitive body. Sliding his kisses across her chest, he went to go focus on her other breast hearing her moaning out while she descended her fingers into his hair to grasp tightly at it. With a slurping sound, he pulled from her breast, following the route down her body. Getting on his knees, Negan turned his head to press a kiss against the inside of her thigh making her grasp tightly to the edge of the counter where she was seated.

“Are you sure you can do this with your nose?” she reminded him shuddering when he laughed against her thigh.

“I did this the day it happened and my face was numb as hell sweetheart,” Negan pointed out with an arch of his eyebrow over his thick framed glasses. “It’s worth it. Trust me.”

Hooking his arms around her thighs, Negan pulled her forward on the counter to bring her right to the edge making her gasp. Dragging his lips over the inside of her thigh had her releasing a shuddering exhale. When the warmth of his breath etched over the most sensitive parts of her, she arched forward making him growl out in amusement. Firmly grasping to her thighs, Negan finally teased his tongue out over her folds making her bite into her bottom lip. Taking his time, Negan enjoyed the way she would shake or cry out when he used his talented mouth over her. With a wince, she felt one of his long, slender digits pushing into her body while Negan’s tongue was flicking out against her clit making her cry out his name. When he inserted a second finger, she felt him pumping them inside of her matching the tempo of his tongue. There was a desire to reach her breaking point while she rocked her hips against his movements. It was a mystery to her how Negan was able to read her better than anyone she had ever been with. He knew what to do and how to do it with ease.

“Negan,” she panted his name seeing the dedication he had with what he was doing. His eyes were closed, his head going from side to side while he worked to bring her right to the edge of her orgasm. Hooking her fingers tightly into his hair she cried out his name and heard the wet sounds that his mouth made in not missing a step in continuing while her hips shook against his movements. What he was doing had her heart hammering inside of her chest. The most delicious shiver continued to fill her body and if she didn’t reach for him, he would have kept going. Honestly, part of her questioned if she did want him to stop because it felt so good. It had been a very long time since she had felt this kind of high from something. Negan was very good with his mouth. He knew that. In fact, he was proud of it. It got him off knowing that he could have someone eating out of the palm of his hand. With the variations between his tongue, his lips and the meticulous strokes and movements he did he knew that he could turn Y/N into a mess in no time. “Get up.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan pulled back, licking his lips when he did as she requested. With a bob of his head, he watched while her fingers pulled at the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging the material that was clinging to his erection down. With a bounce, his cock sprung free to the cool air surrounding them making him moan. Helping her get the material from his body, Negan kicked out of them and stepped forward to allow her fingers to wrap around the shaft of his manhood. Nothing in this was rushed. They both wanted to spend what they could with each other, learning to accept the other’s body again. With the way she traced over the length of him, he could tell that she was admiring him. “You’re always on my mind.”

“Negan…” she shook her head, circling her fingers over the tip of his cock making it twitch and his abdomen sank in when he moaned. There was no doubt that she was incredibly attracted to the perfect specimen of the man before her. Negan was very verbal in the way that someone would make him feel. The way his eyes were heavy with lust followed by the deep, raspy moans and the erotic lick of his lips had her whole body on fire. “You don’t have to say these things.”

“But I mean these things,” Negan whispered with a wince when she released him from her grasp to urge him in closer to her.

Adjusting his position between her thighs, Negan hooked his arm around her waist while his other hand grabbed a firm hold of his rigid manhood. Tracing the tip of his body through her folds had her lips parting, her eyebrows furrowing. Pressing his forehead to hers, he was eager to have that close contact between the two of them with this happening. Tapping the bulbous tip of his cock against her clit had her whimpering while she clung tightly to him. Not being able to hold on any longer, Negan led his swollen length to her opening. Rolling is hips up allowed him to ease himself into her with a low rumble of a raspy growl. Y/N’s eyelids were heavy with desire while he took his time to fill her with his length. When she licked her lips and nodded, he pulled his hips back before unhurriedly thrusting them forward again. Negan wanted this to be slow, focused, sensual…all the things that would make Y/N feel good. Her nails bit at his shoulders making him hiss out leaving him with the overwhelming need to kiss her. Being enveloped in her warmth along with kissing her so passionately had him lost inside of the moment.

It had been so long since the two of them had this kind of connection. There was no doubt that their bodies were perfect for each other. With every push and pull of his hips, Y/N was reacting leaving him enthusiastic to keep searching out that reaction. While he had an incredible sexual relationship with his wife, Y/N bonded with him in a way that no one else had when it came to sex. It felt so much more intense. There was something so strong, so passionate between the two of them that it all felt so much more enhanced.

Their breathing was loud and uneven when his movements started to get quicker with her clinging tightly to him, “You feel so fucking good.”

Y/N was panting out his name, reacting exactly the way he looked forward to when he was with her. There was so much he loved in this position. One being that he could watch the pull of his thick cock thrusting inside of her. Another being the fact that he was able to observe every single emotion he could draw out of her. There was a flushing to her cheeks and he could see that her pleasure was already so heightened with him inside of her.

Growling out, Negan picked Y/N up from the counter making her gasp and cling tightly to him when he led her over toward the table in the dining room. Carefully setting her down on top of it, he urged her to lay back against the length of it keeping her hips right near the edge. Hooking his arms underneath her knees, he started thrusting making her purr out in delight.

It was thrilling to see how much she loved him inside of her. Everything about the situation had Negan proud. With her mewls of pleasure, her chest rising and falling heavily while she grasped tightly to his wrists had him on cloud nine. She was absolutely living for what he was doing while he thrust into her repeatedly. Grasping firmly to her hips, Negan helped in rocking her to him and he could hear her whimpering getting louder.

If anything, their time apart made her more sensitive to everything that she had been lacking for so long with Negan. Hissing out, Negan dropped his head back and started to smack up against her harder making the table shake with his movements.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, you know that?” Negan lowered her legs and reached out to palm up over her sides to cup her breasts in his rough palms. Pressing in over her, he felt her hands cupping at his chiseled jawline. When he went to kiss her, his glasses fell down over his face making the both of them laugh before he reached up to set them aside. “I might look sexy in them, but they don’t work well when I’m in movement.”

“We can fix that,” she stammered with a bright smile, reaching for his glasses getting him to back up when she pressed her hand into the center of his chest. Grabbing his hand in hers, she led him toward the couch and pressed into his chest to get him to sit down. Crawling in over his lap, she put the glasses back on him making him snort out a laugh. “You can leave the movement to me.”

“Happily,” Negan’s eyes narrowed, his hands settling in over her hips when she reached between them to lead his rigid cock back into her. There was a moment of hesitance when she got used to the stretching feeling of him inside of her again, but it didn’t last long before she was confidently bouncing her hips over his making Negan moan out enthusiastically. “Good girl…”

Negan lifted up enough to nip at her neck, his moans vibrating against her damp flesh while she had her way with him. There was one thing they weren’t when they were together and that was quiet. Every time they were together, they were both very verbal and loud, but Negan always felt that was a sign of a job well done. It meant they were both enjoying each other and that’s all he could ask for.

“Fuck me,” Negan dropped his head back, his jaw locking up when he felt a fire burning deep inside of him. Lowering his stare, he admired the way she moved over his length. Rising almost to the tip before burying him deep inside of her when she brought her hips back down. “You were always so good with taking what you wanted. You missed daddy as much as he missed you, didn’t you?”

Dragging his thumb over her bottom lip, she took it between her lips and sucked softly at it before he arched up enough to meet her lips in a wet, sloppy kiss where they were both eager to have control over it. Y/N sucked softly at Negan’s tongue when he pressed it between her lips, but he returned the gesture when she did the same.

“Please…” she panted, making Negan notice with the way she was trembling over him that she was close to another orgasm. Grasping firmly to her hips, he started powerfully driving his body up into her again and again making her fall forward. Her head rest against the inside of his neck while he pumped into her. There was a fire flooding her veins making her feel lightheaded when Negan brought her to another earth-shattering orgasm that had her pulling her hips up and away from him making him groan out.

“Good girl mama,” Negan slid his finger in underneath her jaw to get her to look at him so he could kiss her again. Being careful with the way that he moved, Negan persuaded her onto her back and could see that her body was still somewhat shaking from her last orgasm. Taking his glasses off, he set them on the coffee table and got on his knees above Y/N. Wrapping his long fingers around his thick, straining erection made him let out a moan. With Y/N stretched out before him, he felt his body on fire knowing that she had made him feel incredible. When she squeezed at his thighs and licked her lips, it made Negan snicker when he lowered back down over her. Balancing himself between her thighs, Negan reached down while hovering his lips over hers. “The connection between the two of us is just too strong to hold back on…”

“Negan,” she purred out when he led himself back into her warmth. Negan buried himself deep inside of her and then made very meticulous movements. It wasn’t rushed. He wanted to feel everything and build up his orgasm. It was very much his way of making love to her while he worked himself up to his release. They were breathing together, their eyes locked while Negan’s moans became more frequent. There was an incredible rush flooding through him when he lowered enough to have her fingers hooking around the back of his neck while he nuzzled his nose against her neck.

With Negan whispering everything she wanted to hear, she felt like she never wanted to let him go. Never again. Negan’s winces were filling the air and she pulled at his hair to get his mouth to hers. With him bucking up against her, his incredibly sexy, raspy moans falling from his throat she knew he was almost finished. Meshing their lips together, she kissed him like the world depended on it feeling his length throbbing inside of her. Pushing through, Negan continued to plunge into her when his release started. With the warmth of him inside of her, she was in amazement of him when he continue to roll his hips into her until the very end of his orgasm. When he finished, Negan lowered in over her and she happily accepted him into her arms stroking her fingers through his wet hair.

“Can we stay like this forever?” Negan hummed against the side of her neck making her laugh when she kissed at his temple. To be fair, that was something she would have found herself saying. Not Negan, but it felt so good like this. With Negan still inside of her and the warmth of his breath teasing at her flesh she felt like she could get lost in all of this. Everything ached, but in a good way. “Your arms feel like home.”

“I feel like your wife may have a problem with that,” a voice made them both jump when Negan looked back over his shoulder to see that standing in the doorway was Shane. How had he managed to open the door with them not even noticing? Were they really that lost in each other that they were too focused on each other to notice? A panicked sound fell from Y/N’s throat knowing that she had given him a key in the past. When Negan pulled his hips away, she let out a whimper since he was still very much inside of her when they realized Shane was there. Negan attempted to grab the pillows to help cover Y/N to keep her from Shane’s sight making Shane smile. “Please buddy. I’m her fucking boyfriend. I don’t think you need to cover her up in order to make her feel comfortable. It’s not something I haven’t seen. It may have been a few months since we’ve had sex, but I’m very much aware of what she looks like naked. Which this whole thing is starting to make sense.”

“Shane,” she attempted to breathe, holding the pillows closer to her seeing that Shane’s eyes were locked on Negan who reached for the last remaining throw pillow to cover himself with. “How long were you there?”

“Long enough,” Shane huffed, his thick jaw locking up when he lowered his head and nodded. “So with me, I have to wear a condom all the time, but with the man who is married you have no problem letting him pump you full of his cum, huh?”

“Watch it,” Negan warned, his breathing labored when Shane itched at the side of his face. The color had drained from both Negan and Y/N’s faces with Shane there.

“Or what? What are you going to do Negan?” Shane threw his hands up noticing the way that Y/N tried to get up, but she was keeping the pillows over her. “You’re going to get mad at me for calling my girlfriend a skank with your fucking cum dripping out of her right now and getting on the couch?”

“I am so sorry,” Y/N apologized from where she was sitting hearing Negan’s loud breathing filling the air. She didn’t know what to do. Whether she should get up or not to go grab her clothes from the kitchen, but she was frozen. The way that Shane was looking at her made her feel horrible while he looked between her and Negan trying to assess the situation. “Negan just came over to help with something and…”

“And you ended up fucking him,” Shane grumbled stroking his fingers over the back of his neck with an uneven breath. “You know, I fucking called you to let you know that I was stopping by. Texted you too, but obviously you didn’t give a shit or you wanted me to see this.”

“I had no idea that you…” she looked toward her phone that was charging at the corner of the room. She had it on the kitchen table originally, but it must have fallen when her and Negan had sex on top of it. “I’m sorry Shane. I didn’t mean for you to see this or find out like this. I just…”

“You’re not sorry. This is what you fucking wanted this whole time,” Shane declared with a shake of his head, his face growing hot when she got up and kept the pillows over her when she back stepped toward the kitchen. “You are so fucking predictable and fucking pathetic.”

“Listen…” she saw Shane roll his eyes and shake his head before walking right out the door. Quickly putting on her clothes, she went to head back for the door, but Negan stopped her. “I need to talk to him. The way he found out…the way that just happened.”

“Let him leave. He’s a hot head,” Negan begged of her when Negan reached for his clothes in attempts to get them on.

“I need to say something, just please…stay in here because I don’t think you will make it better,” she explained moving around Negan in order to go to the door. Walking outside, she saw that Shane was pacing in the front yard and she carefully moved in before him. When he noticed her, his angry, dark eyes locked with hers.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N?” Shane slurred, his voice raising enough to get his point across when she lowered her head down. “You will never get over that fucking guy. He left you when you were eight months pregnant with his child. He treated you like fucking scum, but you are so fucking desperate to get him back between your legs. Why? Because he has a big dick? Are you really that much of a skank that you…”

“It’s not about the sex with Negan, it’s just…” she knew that she could do more in explaining things, but it wasn’t something that Shane honestly wanted to hear and she knew that. “It doesn’t matter why that happened, it was wrong and I’m sorry. I should have talked to you about things. After the party, I just…the two of us haven’t been on the best of terms and…”

“I don’t want to fucking hear it Y/N,” Shane snarled, closing the distance between the two of them. “What do you think is going to come from this? Huh? You think all of your dreams are going to come true? You think he is going to instantly fall back in love with you and give up his smoking hot wife for you? Newsflash Princess, that’s not going to fucking happen. He doesn’t even fucking like you. He uses you so fucking bad and you just let him because you are fucking pathetic.”

“I’m sorry. I got caught up in things and I know that you’re upset. You have every right to be upset with me,” she reasoned knowing that she felt like a shitty person as it was for doing what she did on Evie’s birthday. She was a cheater and it really now just hit her how awful she was for doing it. “Listen, I do care about you. I care about you a lot and I just got caught up in things. This isn’t how I would want things to end with us, but…”

“Oh, so now you’re breaking up with me because the asshole fucks you once and suddenly you think all of your problems are going to be fixed with him, huh?” Shane blurt out, stepping forward to close the distance between the two of them to press her back against his police car. Lowering his hand between them, he palmed in over her body making her let out an uncomfortable sound. “Suddenly you have a pussy full of his seed and you think you’re going to belong to him again, huh?”

“Stop,” she pushed into his chest feeling the warmth of Shane’s breath over her neck. His touch was aggressive and she did everything that she could to get him away from her. Finally getting the strength over him, she shoved into him and made him stumble back. “I know I’m not a good person. I never thought I was, but the two of us…we just don’t work together. I love and care about you as a friend, but…”

“You have something severely wrong with you. There is something broken so far down inside of you that you are so desperately in love with someone who thinks you’re fucking scum. Negan keeps you on the fucking side for when his wife finally decides that he’s the loser that he is because he knows your dumb enough to stick around for him,” Shane tossed his hand up in the air, his face turning a darker shade of red. “It makes him feel good to know that you are so desperately in love with him. Knowing that he can control you at any time because you’re a fucking moron. You’re always going to be a miserable bitch because of him.”

Shane looked to the door to see that Negan was standing there watching the two of them making Shane let out an angered sound, “You have no idea how fucking hard it is for me right now not to take out my gun and shoot him between the fucking eyes. He knows what he was doing. This is exactly the kind of thing he wanted to happen to take you away from me.”

“This wasn’t purposeful, it just happened,” she tried to reason with Shane with a frown her chest aching with the stress from everything. “I never had the strength to break up with you Shane. This is my fault. I haven’t been comfortable with the two of us as a couple. I loved being your friend, but this…”

“You know you’re going to be alone forever because of him, right?” Shane pointed his finger toward the door, his eyes furious with her. “You’re giving up the only person that liked you at this point because you think he’s going to finally give you what you want. Instead you’re going to be a miserable, stupid girl that is going to wait forever for a man that doesn’t even love you.”

“I think we should calm down and talk things out,” she saw Shane turn on his heel and she stepped forward. “The two of us were close before we ever became a couple and I think if we talk things out, we can still be friends. Evie loves you and I know that she would still love to have you in her life because…”

Before Y/N could even comprehend what was happening, Shane had spun on his heel when she had touched his shoulder. It was all so fast, but she was on the ground with the wind knocked out of her after Shane had undoubtedly hit her. It felt like her face was on fire when she turned on her side and felt Shane reach down to grab a hold of her. Shane’s hands were clinging to her shirt, forcefully pulling her up from the ground when he threw her back against his vehicle. The contact her body made with it made her let out a pained breath and she tried to lift her hands up enough to press them in over the center of Shane’s chest. Shane’s chest was rising and falling heavily while he stared out at her. Shane’s hand wrapped around her throat when he stepped closer to her.

When Shane raised his fist again, she flinched back and away from him making him chuckle when it showed that she was scared of what he would do next, “Please…don’t…”

A moment later she felt Shane being pulled away from her and she tried to balance herself against the car. Negan had knocked Shane down to the ground, putting himself between Y/N and Shane to get them separated.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Negan warned with a roar making Shane hiss out and get up from the ground launching himself at Negan. With Shane going to attack him first, Negan threw his fist out and connected it with Shane’s jaw. It was a loud enough smack to fill the area surrounding them. While Y/N wanted this to stop she was still feeling the effects from Shane’s hit.

Grunts were filling the air while the two men were having a full out brawl in her front yard absolutely tearing into each other. Knowing that Negan was on probation and that Shane was a cop had her worried, “Stop!”

“Stay away,” Negan watched Y/N step forward after he had managed to get Shane to the ground. “He’s a loose cannon. Keep yourself safe.”

“Negan,” she didn’t know what to do when Shane brought his arm up to hammer it into Negan’s face the way he had done on Evie’s birthday. Standing there confused and terrified she watched frozen while both men landed hit after hit on each other. They both were bleeding pretty good at this point and she knew that she needed to get help, but she didn’t know how.

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Shane spit out when he got Negan onto his back. Shane’s fingers wrapped firmly around Negan’s throat making a wincing sound fall from Negan. With a grunt, Negan brought his leg up kicking Shane in the groin before rolling Shane over onto his back. Bringing his fist into Shane’s face over and over again, Negan took out all the anger and aggression that he had pent up for this man hearing the grunts from Shane beneath him.

“Negan, stop. Think about Evie,” Y/N begged from where she had slid down on the ground while resting herself against the car. Negan looked down at the bloody mess of the man that was beneath him. Shane’s breathing was gurgled and Negan felt everything inside of him on fire. Keeping his fist raised, Negan roared out before dropping Shane back down to the ground. There was no strength left in him as he crawled his way over to Y/N. Once he reached her, he fell into her lap and she held onto him. It took a few minutes for Negan to finally gather himself before he stumbled to his feet. Reaching for Y/N, he picked her up in his arms and was heading for the house to take care of her.

“You’re going back to jail,” Shane spit from where he was finally starting to move, blood dripping from his face. After Negan’s last set of hits, Shane’s face looked like that out of a horror movie with how much he was bleeding. Getting to his knees, Shane nodded and cleared his throat uneasily. “I’m going to make sure you never get out. I’m going to take your daughter away from you and let her know what a vile piece of shit you really are.”

“Fucking try me,” Negan pulled Y/N in closer to him and he shook his head. Nodding over toward one of the cameras that he had just had Y/N set up, he could see the confused expression in Shane’s face. “You picked the wrong day to do this buddy. Those cameras are up and running. You come after me. I will come after you with everything that I’ve got. Which is camera footage of you assaulting Y/N and then trying to attack me first after I just got you away from her. How would your job feel knowing that you assault woman? Huh? You turn me in, you go down with me you son of a bitch.”

Shane went silent and he attempted to get up, but he only fell back to one knee, “You’re smooth as hell, aren’t you? It’s fine. You can keep the fucking skank. We all know what you’re going to do with her anyways.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” Negan demanded carrying Y/N back into the house, closing the door with his foot behind him. Heading to the bathroom, Negan took her to where she had taken him on Evie’s birthday. Setting her down on the bench in the shower, he dropped down in the corner of the shower and was visibly having trouble himself. Negan just barely got the win in that fight and it even surprised her that he managed to get the upper hand on Shane. “We should get you to the hospital. Make sure that you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” she lowered her head into her hands knowing that she just got roughed a bit with Shane’s hit. “Hospitals ask questions.”

“Maybe they should know the answers,” Negan spit out making her look to him. Negan’s bottom lip was split open and his mouth was bloody. There was a wound over his eyebrow and his face looked bruised and battered.

“Not only would he get in trouble, but so would you,” she reminded him making Negan shrug.

“Maybe it’s time that I did,” Negan slurred, shaking his head about. “Shane shouldn’t get away with hitting you. You never hit a woman. You just don’t. If I have to go down in order to take him down, it’s worth it.”

“Not when our daughter is part of this. You are everything to her,” she declared making Negan huff out loudly and lower his head. “Besides, you look like you need the hospital more than I do.”

“I’m okay,” Negan muttered lifting his head to see the way she was looking at him. “I’m not okay.”

“You’re not,” she agreed with him, reaching up to touch her face where Shane had hit her. There was a sense of sadness to her when Negan reached out with his hand to grab a hold of hers. “I never thought he would hit me. That was never a worry I ever had.”

“I told you I was scared of what he was capable of,” Negan noticed the way that she was stroking over the back of his hand and he sighed. Negan’s knuckles were bloody and scratched up from the war that he went through. Frowning, she brought his hand up to press faint kisses over his knuckles. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll live,” she explained, seeing Negan crawling over to her so he could sit on the bench with her. Their fingers hooked together and they both were absolutely drained. “You shouldn’t have fought with Shane. Not over me.”

“It’s been a long time coming,” Negan grunted, a wince falling from his throat when his face tensed up. “I’ve wanted to destroy him from the first moment that Lucille told me what he did to you.”

“You could have lost everything,” she muttered, her eyes locking on Negan when he simply turned his head to look down at her. “It wasn’t worth it for me.”

“When are you going to get it?” Negan retorted lifting his free hand up to stroke it over the side of her face. “You’re worth it. You’re worth so much more than you give yourself credit for. All I saw was that asshole hit you and everything went red. I love Evie, but I wasn’t going to let him hurt you any further.”

“Maybe I deserved it,” she whimpered seeing Negan’s face scrunch up and she felt her eyes tearing over. “I’m not a good person Negan. I was dating him and I did cheat on him twice.”

“No, no. You didn’t deserve this,” Negan maintained with a strong shake of his head. “I refuse to believe that and you shouldn’t either. A real man doesn’t do what Shane did. Shane is a psychotic piece of shit. I promise you, you didn’t deserve this Y/N. You can’t help who you love. I love you and you love me. Don’t you ever think that you deserve someone who is supposed to care for you hitting you because nothing you have done makes you deserve any abuse.”

“I don’t know Negan. I led him on. Instead of going home to Atlanta, he stayed here for me,” she recalled the information that Shane had told her with her time with him. “When I couldn’t even sleep with him, I should have told him that I couldn’t keep this thing going. I was wasting his time. He told me he loved me and…”

“You can’t force yourself to love someone that you don’t love. His response to this happening…it shows what a horrible piece of shit he was,” Negan hissed, his angered face showing through the blood that was still over his skin. “What’s to say that the next time he gets mad, he doesn’t take it out on Evie? He loves you and look what he did to you. If I wasn’t there to stop it, what would have happened next Y/N? You have to think about that. You can’t blame yourself for this.”

“I just…I don’t know,” she felt herself getting emotional and Negan turned her to him so he could rest his forehead against hers. Negan wrapped her up in his arms, pressing a kiss against her temple while he held onto her. For a while they stayed like that. When she was able to calm down, Y/N helped clean Negan up. It was a bit of a mess, but when they were done Negan had grabbed them both some ice packs. They sat down on the couch with Y/N laying in his lap keeping the ice pack over the side of her face. Negan had it over his eyebrow and they both looked like they had been through a war. “How are your ribs?”

“I mean…” Negan tipped his head from side to side letting out a wince, “I kind of feel like I was horse kicked in them, but I will live.”

“This is my fault,” she frowned while she turned in his lap. Lifting out she dragged her fingers down Negan’s abdomen making him wince when she did and she pulled her hand away with a nervousness. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault that Shane is psychotic,” Negan responded, pulling the ice from his face to look down at her to give her his full attention. “Stop blaming yourself for this whole thing. I told you that Shane was on the verge of erupting. This whole thing is fucked up and it’s because of him, not you.”

“I just can’t help but feel this is all my fault for bringing him into my life to begin with,” she turned in Negan’s lap and his fingers brushed through her hair. “If I didn’t think I was going to be alone for the rest of my life, I would have been thinking clearer.”

“You won’t be alone. Lucille and I will always be here for you,” Negan insisted with a hushing sound while sweeping his thumb over the side of her face that wasn’t hurt. “I would do anything for you. I think this kind of proves it Y/N.”

“Right,” she swallowed down hard and turn her head into Negan’s palm pressing a faint kiss over the pulse point near his wrist. It made Negan smirk before reaching for their ice packs.

“I feel like these have become cold water at this point,” Negan motioned her to sit up for a minute and he took them toward the kitchen. “I’m going to put them away and then I’m going to go see if I’m pissing blood.”

“Negan,” she groaned hearing him laugh, but then winced afterwards showing that it hurt to laugh. Getting up, she moved over toward her computer to look at it. Opening the laptop, the security cameras were still up and she sat down before it. “We should probably keep the footage of what Shane did just in case he tries to do something.”

“Makes sense,” Negan walked back into the room with his arm wrapped around his ribs. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” she bit down on her bottom lip, scrolling through the footage of what had taken place. Stopping on when she was talking to Shane, she felt her heart skip a beat when she actually witnessed Shane hitting her. It made her stomach turn and honestly? It made her emotional. This was someone she actually cared about. She never thought he would have hurt her like that. Even with Negan and Lucille’s warnings, she never saw him actually hitting her. So seeing it actually happen on these security cameras had her shaken. What followed with the fight played out before her between Negan and Shane. Hearing her phone vibrate on the table, she reached for it and saw the alert that was still there for Shane’s text message.

Opening up her phone, she looked at the time he called and the text that he had sent. How had she not realized that he had contacted her? If she knew that Shane was coming over, she would have never done what she had with Negan. While she enjoyed what had happened originally, there was a sense of guilt that was eating away at her. Looking at the time, she tried to place what was going on at the time for her to be so busy that she didn’t notice he had called. Scrolling through the video, she stopped at the time when she was outside in the backyard fixing the camera. Well that was definitely the time that Shane had called her so that made sense as to why she didn’t hear it. The video continued to play out to when Negan had stepped outside to watch her trying to fix the camera and she looked at the time on the camera. It would have been a few minutes after Shane had called which made things start swirling around in her mind. Why didn’t Negan tell her that her phone had rung in the first place?

Pushing away from the table, she thought about how Shane had told her that Negan would have done anything to get him out of her life. All the wonderful, amazing things that Negan had said were running through her mind and she cleared her throat.

The sound of the door opening was heard and she looked back over her shoulder when Negan entered the room, “No blood, shit just hurts.”

With the way that Y/N was looking at him, it made the half smirk from Negan’s face fade, “What’s wrong?”

“Negan, why didn’t you tell me that my cell phone went off while I was in the backyard trying to fix the camera?” she questioned while gradually getting up from the chair that she was seated in making Negan’s eyebrows furrow. “You were in here when Shane called my cell phone. Why didn’t you tell me that it went off?”

“Because I was paying attention to the cameras and whoever is calling you is none of my business,” Negan answered, resting his shoulder against the wall while he stared out at her. “I wouldn’t have looked at your phone to begin with because it’s none of my business.”

“Yeah, but what if it was the school calling about Evie? What if it was work? Wouldn’t you want to tell me that my phone was going off?” she pushed further making Negan’s lips part and he seemed confused.

“No, I wasn’t worried about it being Evie because if there was something wrong and they couldn’t get ahold of you, they would have called me,” Negan reasoned with her, confusion still flooding his features. “Why are you asking these kind of questions? I didn’t realize I had to tell you that your phone went off while I was in here. I’m sorry…”

“I called out to you and you didn’t respond to me,” she thought back on what happened earlier making Negan’s head tip to the side. “Did you see that it was Shane that called me? Did you see his text and that’s why you did what you did? You knew that Shane would be showing up, so you played me in order to get Shane to see the two of us.”

“What?” Negan blurt out, dropping his hands down at his sides. “Of course not. I said everything I did because I meant it. Where is this coming from Y/N? Plus, I don’t know the key to your phone. How would I know that Shane was coming here?”

“Because you can see the text preview on the phone even when it is locked Negan,” she reached for her phone that was on the table. Negan seemed stressed with what she was saying and she shook her head. “Please tell me you didn’t see the text and that’s why you did what you did.”

“I didn’t see the text. I said the things that I did because I meant them. Every single word,” Negan declared stepping forward to reach out for Y/N, but she pulled away from him. “Y/N? Don’t let Shane get into your head. This wasn’t some elaborate plan.”

“But you did want Shane out of my life. You made that clear from the start,” she thought back on everything making Negan frown when she stepped back and further away from him. “You are incredibly good at lying.”

“I’m not lying. Please, get Shane out of your head. This is his messed-up theories screwing with you,” Negan pled with her, his voice getting raspier when he could see that she was getting upset at the idea of all of this. “Y/N, I meant every word I said to you. I love you…so much.”

“What’s the plan with us Negan? Huh?” she questioned throwing her hands up in the air while she thought about everything. “We just go back to the way that things were with Lucille? The three of us being together. You won’t get upset? You won’t throw a shit fit when the two of us girls are close again?”

“Y/N, right now I think we just need to focus on what happened today,” Negan pointed out with a grunt trying to move forward to touch her reaching out to cup her face in his hands tenderly doing his best to avoid touching where she was hurt. “Get through today and then focus on tomorrow. You know that both Lucille and I miss you. You know that we both love you…”

“You know how much I love you,” she felt tears burning at her eyes while Negan continued to be uneasy while standing before her. “You knew what you could say to have me eating out of the palm of your hand.”

“Y/N, please. Listen to yourself. I didn’t come up with some kind of elaborate plan to trick you into having sex with me so when Shane showed up that he would see us,” Negan pleaded with her trying to hush her so she would listen to him. “I know that Shane is crazy. I would have never put you in harm’s way like that. Look at my face Y/N. I went to war for you with Shane.”

“You wanted to destroy Shane long before today, Negan,” she attempted to move away from him, but Negan kept her where she was. “You might have thought that Shane would have attacked you. I would have seen it. I was already uneasy with Shane for attacking you before. Maybe this would have been the final nail in the coffin.”

“Y/N, the two of us started having sex on Evie’s birthday. None of that was planned. You know that the two of us have something that is unbreakable. Over ten years and we still know that,” Negan reminded her of their life together. “Please stop letting this cloud your judgment.”

“Negan, if you looked at that phone and you knew that Shane was heading over here…it is partially your fault that Shane hit me,” she dug in that information making him step back and away from her. “I know it’s mostly my fault.”

“It’s neither of our faults because I didn’t see your phone. I didn’t. I swear to you,” Negan stood his ground when she lowered his hands from her face. There was still doubt in Y/N’s eyes and Negan didn’t know what to do. “I know I did a lot of fucked up shit in the past Y/N, but I promise you this is not something that happened. It’s Shane’s words eating away at you because everything I said, I meant.”

“So given the chance to redo everything, you would have turned Lucille away? You wouldn’t have left me alone when I was eight months pregnant?” she blurt out making Negan’s face twist with an array of emotion. Negan stepped back and she laughed. “Of course not because Lucille is the most important person in your life.”

“Why are you doing this?” Negan was trying to understand what was happening, but when she went off in the other direction, he tried following her. “Y/N? You love Lucille too.”

“I do,” she threw her hands up in the air and turned to look at Negan with frustration. “But I have been hopelessly in love with you for over a decade. And every time when you’re given a decision, you always pick her over me. And you always will. The only reason you want me in your life is because without me you feel like your life has fallen to shit.”

“My life is shit without you,” Negan agreed with her making her get tense, “but the way you are saying it is not the way that I feel it. My life is shit because without you I’m miserable.”

“No, your life is shit because your good luck charm is no longer with you,” she moved forward to shove into his chest making Negan wince when she did it since he was still sore. “I’m so stupid. I am never going to be anyone’s first choice. This is my mistake for putting myself in with both you and Shane.”

“Hold on, I’ve done nothing wrong,” Negan reasoned making her glare out at him and he held his hands up in the air defensively. “Yes, I’ve made huge, massive mistakes in the past. I did. I know I did. But I have done my best to be a better man. Mainly for you. I went to therapy because I hated the way that I was. I got my ass kicked today in the name of you. I want you in my life. I know I made a mistake. I did. But please, don’t let Shane cloud your mind with all of this. Yes, I love Lucille, but I love you too. Call it greedy, but I want to be with the both of you. I know you were happy when it was the three of us. The happiest you’ve been in a long time and…”

“Until when Negan? Until I upset you somehow and you make some grand gesture to let me know how much better Lucille is than me?” she felt herself getting emotional while Negan stood before her not knowing how to handle everything that was taking place. “Shane is sadly right. I am going to be alone forever because I am hopelessly in love with you. I’ve always been head over heels in love with you and no matter what you are never going to be mine.”

“But you would be ours,” Negan placed his hand in over the center of his chest, “and I would be both of yours. It’s what you wanted.”

“But for how long? The two of you aren’t going to want me around forever. You’re going to want your alone time and when that time comes, I’m still going to be lonely. Alone,” she whimpered stepping back from Negan when he tried to reach out to her. “Shane isn’t wrong. I’m pathetic Negan. You’re still the man that cheated on me when I was four months pregnant. You’re still the man that left me when I was eight months pregnant. You’re still the man that asked me to marry him a second time knowing that I was happy with the way things were, but you fed me this elaborate lie and I believed you Negan. You promised me the thing I wanted the most in the world even though I was okay with settling with what I had. And you left me hanging.”

“I know what I did and I’m so fucking sorry, but it’s been almost a year and I know how awful I feel not having you in my life. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad and there is nothing I can do to make up for it, but please don’t still believe I’m that same person. The kind of person that would risk your safety just to get what I want because I swear to God, I’m not that person,” Negan begged, his voice breaking when he tried to reach out to her, but she wouldn’t let him touch her. “Y/N, please. I need you in my life. I’m not the man I want to be when you’re not in my life.”

“I can’t do this anymore,” she headed over toward the couch to sit down and Negan moved over toward her. “I need to officially cut you out of my life because I’m always going to be unhappy because I want you so bad that I’m willing to question everything that I am just to be with you. I don’t like who I am when I’m with you.”

“Y/N,” Negan lowered down to his knees and reached out to caress over her knees, trying to get her to look at him. “I know I’ve made mistakes, but I promise you I will do anything for you. Just please…”

“No you won’t,” she reached out to caress her hand in over Negan’s beaten and battered face. Negan’s bottom lip was tremoring while he was attempting to reach out to her. “After ten years, I should have realized that this was all a mistake. “I was actually a really happy outgoing person before I met you. It’s just all the pain I’ve gone through…a lot of it was because of you.”

“Y/N, please…I didn’t see your phone. I swear to you,” Negan repeated, his eyes tearing over while he tried to appeal to her. “We are on the way to fixing things here between us. I need you in my life Y/N. You keep me level. I know what I’ve done in the past, but please…give us a chance again. You make me the man I want to be. Without you, I’m afraid of who I will become. I would have gone to jail for you today.”

“It’s not my responsibility to fix you Negan,” she breathed out dragging her palm down over the side of his face making a broken breath fall from his lips. Getting up from the couch, she watched him slump down on the ground looking absolutely defeated. “Go home. I need time to be alone. But us…this…it all has to stop once and for all. You’re married to an incredible woman. You’ll survive.”

“I won’t,” Negan’s bottom lip was trembling, his eyes tearing over when she closed the laptop that was on the kitchen table. “I love Lucille, I do, but with both of you…”

“You don’t get to have both of us,” she snapped at him watching the way that Negan’s face tensed up when she got upset with him. “I deserve to be someone’s one and only. I deserve happiness. So does Lucille. So get your shit together Negan. Call Chuck and take the job that I worked to get you. Get your life together.”

“After what I did today, why are you…” Negan began with broken breaths slowly pulling himself up from the ground. “Why are you treating me like this? Why are you doing this? I’m not Shane. I didn’t cause this Y/N.”

“Fine, you didn’t cause this,” she threw her hands up in the air blocking him from touching her again when he reached for her. “Go home Negan!”

“Listen, I’m begging you,” Negan reached for her hand, getting on his knees before her watching her roll her eyes at his movements. “Y/N, everything I said to you I meant. Everything. I promise with everything that I am. I swear on my relationship with my daughter that I didn’t…”

“Don’t,” she cut him off immediately, pulling her hand away from him. “Don’t pull that shit.”

“You know how much Evie means to me so if I’m telling you that I didn’t do that, I didn’t do that,” Negan reiterated seeing Y/N pace and the stress that was filling her body was completely evident. “I’m telling you Y/N, more than anything right now I need you back in my life like before. What we had today was incredible and…”

“No,” she put her foot down, heading for Negan’s glasses that he had put on the table along with the photo he had showed her. Tossing them out to Negan, she could tell that he was upset with how things were turning out. “I don’t want to be with you and I don’t want to be with Shane. I’m done with the both of you. For good. You’re my daughter’s father. Nothing more.”

“You don’t mean that,” Negan shook his head, his face sinking with sadness. Y/N moved for the door and opened it, pointing out toward the outside. She was crying at this point and he tried to get her to look at him when he moved to the door. “You don’t want this. You’re crying and…”

“Negan, leave!” she screamed at him making him swallow down hard before nodding. Negan stepped out on the porch and turned on his heel to look back at her.

“I love you,” Negan whispered only for her to slam the door shut leaving him outside.

Sliding down to the ground, she rest her head in her hands while she cried. After all she had gone through, she didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore. All she knew was that she was broken. So broken in fact that she was worried she was going to drown completely if she didn’t try to change things. No matter how much it hurt, she was too confused and conflicted to make the decision her heart truly wanted. Now she was just going to have to live with her decision and be fine with it. There was no going back.

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