#I drive back home. first thing I see when I set my laptop back up is that kdot dropped another fucking song

[cotyledonal]

I'm convinced that kendrick actually made that 19 min long version of euphoria and has just been chopping it up for these insane drops

[sugume]

YOUR BIGGEST FAN — GETO SUGURU

✧･. on vacation with your family, you discover that your biggest fan may not be a mystery after fall.

( TW ) f!reader. camgirl!reader. stepbrother!Geto (in a plot device way, no nii-chan and stuff.) unprotected sex. cream pie. phone sex. squirting. fingering. mutual masturbation. cunnilingus. deception. mentions of bullying. misunderstandings. hurt/comfort. explicit content.  

word count - > 6.6k

authors note. can you see I wasn’t creative with the username? I have a love-hate relationship with this fic because I feel like it goes from 0 to 100 real quick lmfao. This is heavily inspired by the book Eyes on Me! 

“I bet you look handsome.” You smile at the black screen with the default profile picture floating in the middle. 

‘Nah.’ User @Sssman72  types into the chat the takes up the left half of your computer. 

“Stop! Don’t say think bad things about yourself,” You laugh, making sure your tits jiggle in the flimsy red lingerie you're wearing. “I know your handsome baby.” You reassure your favorite client. The man who alone gives you 50% of your income. He’s the one who bought you this pretty lingerie set you're wearing.  

‘You look tired babydoll...how was today?’ He types. 

“I’m fine, I promise, just had a long day, was on a few other private chats with some other customers the entire day.” You confess. In all honesty after this call you were planning to pass out and try to get a few hours of sleep before you had to fly out to your family's vacation home. Today on your live stream, you told your followers you were going on vacation for the next two weeks and wouldn't be online. You didn't plan to get on a call with @Sssman72 but he had texted you as you were getting ready to go to bed that he had a bad day and wanted to see you. Before you had a chance to protest, he spent you 500 and said it would only be 30 minutes. You gave in because first he was your biggest supporter and you wanted to be there for him in some way with all the money and gifts, he sends you and second, you didn’t mind chatting with him, you thought he was the sweetest and you struck lucky the day he joined one of your lives.  

‘I’ll let you go then, I want you to get some rest before your flight, sorry for keeping you up beautiful just needed to vent about my ass job.’ 

“I’m always here for you handsome, I'll make sure to send you those pictures you requested through the week.” 

‘Make sure you enjoy your break babydoll, don’t gotta worry about me. Goodnight.’ 

You say your goodbyes and end up falling asleep in the lingerie bought you as soon as you shut your laptop. 

— 

“How’s college y/n?” Your stepfather asks when you slide into the back seat of the car. Your mother fitting the last of your luggage into the trunk.  

“it’s fine, some of my classes are difficult but nothing I can't manage.” You answer as you buckle in. 

“Oh yeah? Thats good. You mom tells me you started a job a few months ago, how's that working out for you?”  

You tense under the small blanket you’ve thrown over yourself. 

“u-uhm yeah its good—yeah it’s been fun.” 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don't remember what you mother told me you did again.” He chuckles. 

“Uhm—I'm a bartender, m-my friend works there and got me a position.” You tell him the lie you've rehearsed hundreds of times. You start to sweat under the blanket. Did he buy it? What if he and your mom found out what you did? Are they planning to ambush you when you get to the house? They're going to make you drop out and chain you up in the basement when they find out. You throw the blanket off, suddenly too hot and alert. Guess that nap you were planning on taking during the drive wasn’t happening. 

“Oh, that’s fun sweetheart, I remember I bartended awhile when I was in college, got fired for stealing the alcohol though,” He laughs at the memory before turning to look at you. “You wouldn’t do that though, you’re a good girl.” 

You nod, thankful that your mom decided now to take your stepdad's attention away and get in the car. 

“Alrighty were good to!” She cheers. Your stepdad turns back around in his seat before starting the car. 

“Finally, thought we were going to get a fine parked here another minute.” 

“Oh, shut up! Y/n are you excited to go back to the vacation house? You haven’t been in years!” You mom asks as you guys pull out of the airport.  

“Yeah, I can’t wait to, I missed the hiking trails and the waterfalls. None of that in the big city.” You answer truthfully. You did miss the silence of the secluded house you vacationed at every summer since your mom married your stepdad. It was the company that you hated. As if your mom heard your thought, she says something that makes your heart drop. 

“Suguru feels the same way, we didn't even have to blackmail him to come! That boy...” 

“Suguru is coming?” You scream.  

“Coming? Sweetie, he’s already arrived this morning. I’m so excited were all together as a family again.” 

“Are you fucking serious mom? Turn the car around and bring me back to the airport!” You screech. You were not going to spend the next week with your bully of a stepbrother.  

“Y/n!” You mom gasps. 

“Sweetheart, he’s changed.” Your stepdad tells you as if that's going to make it better. 

“That’s what he wants you to think! He’s the worst human being on planet earth, please don’t make me spend the next few weeks with him, please mom,” you lean over the consul. “Please dad.” You pout at your stepfather. You know he gets weak whenever you call him dad. 

“Sweetheart...” 

“No! You aren’t sweet talking your way out of this, he’s changed. He isn't the same teenager with a chip on his shoulder, he’s matured. He even told me the reason he’s coming is to apologize and bond with you y/n.” 

“He’s lying mom! He doesn't care about me; I wouldn't be surprised if he told you that just so he could drown me in the lake. You guys own the land so nobody would find my body!” You start to tear up. You were going to jump out of the car if your parents didn't turn back around. Your stepbrother was your biggest tormentor since the day you met him. From picking on you at home to getting the girls to bully you at school. He made your life hell for four years. The day you left for college you screamed how much you hated him and told your parents that the four of you would only be in the same room again when you lay in a casket. 

“Oh, don’t cry sweetheart. Your mother is right, he’s changed, I wouldn’t have allowed him around you if he hadn’t. Give us a week and if you want to leave, I promise I'll drive you back to the airport and you’ll never have to see him again, please?” 

“No.” You cross your arms and look out the window despite knowing that they’ve won. You can’t jump out of the car now that you are on the highway, and you didn’t bring your own car to drive yourself back to the airport. 

“We’ll give you the master suite, the whole attic floor to yourself.” They bargain. You act like you’re thinking of accepting the offer. With the master suite taking up the entire third floor you could lock yourself up there and ignore Suguru. You could also film videos and even go live because the room is soundproof. You perk up at that. You could just spend your vacation on stream and chatting with @Sssman72. He’s somehow always free for you and told you that if you get bored you could call him. He’ll make up for your stepbrother’s awful behavior. 

“Fine, I’ll take the master suite.” 

— 

“Okay that's the last of your luggage, we’ll be having dinner in a few hours on the dock.” 

“Kay, thanks.”  You watch your stepdad shut the door. Once he does you release the tension in your shoulders. You lock the door before running to throw yourself onto the huge king bed. You sink down. You didn’t see Suguru when you arrived, you mom told you he was probably in town. You hope he stayed in town for the next two weeks.  

After laying it bed thinking about how much you hate Suguru with a passion you pull out your phone and open the porn app. You click on messages and open your chat with @Sssman72. 

‘Hey...I know I told you I was on vacation but I already wanna go home. You don't have to answer lol.’ You send. He immediately starts typing.  

‘Of course, I'll answer you babydoll. What’s wrong?’  Your face heats at the pet names. You wish you knew what he looked like, all he told you about himself was that he was in his twenties and worked for his father's company. You want to know more, what he looks like, what he sounds like. If the messages he sends make you sweat, you wonder what’ll happen if he spoke to them to you. In your head he’s a handsome bachelor who just so happened to find you and deem you worthy of his time and money but hell, he could be lying. He could be some old rich man in his eighties who likes young girls like all the rest of your viewers. The romantic part of you ignores that and is convinced he is who he says he is and that one day you’re going to meet in person and fall in and have a bunch of his babies. 

‘You know that stepbrother I told you about?’ 

“Mm, that asshole who bullied you?’ 

‘Yep, that asshole. Anyways I bet you won't guess who's here on vacation with me?’ 

‘Are you serious?’ 

‘Dead serious...my parents didn’t tell me until I was already trapped and now, I have to spend my vacation away with a man who hates me for no reason.’ 

‘Wow that’s crazy lol. Did your parents tell you why he chose to vacation with you if he doesn’t like you?’ 

‘Apparently he’s here to make amends...he’s probably here to kill me so he gets all the inheritance.’ 

‘Well, what if he’s really there to make amends baby?’ 

‘You should've heard the groan I just let out. I can’t believe you’re on his side babe. When I tell you that he too evil for that I mean it.’ 

‘Hey, you know I'm always on your side babydoll, I'm just giving you a man’s perspective on it. Maybe he realized he’s fucked up and he feels back so he wants to apologize for all the wrong he caused you’ 

‘Yea well from a women's perspective he’s an asshole who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself!’ 

‘Don’t say the baby...hypothetically what would he have to do to get you to forgive him?’ 

‘Hypothetically he's going to have to get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness every time he sees me until I deem, he's forgiven. And he’s also gonna have to send every dollar in his bank account to me AND be my slave for the rest of his life...hypothetically.’ 

‘Lol you never know babydoll, he just might be willing to do anything for your forgiveness. I know I would.’ 

‘That’s because you’re perfect and care about my feelings...now I'm gonna go get some sleep before having to eat with the devil. Pray he doesn’t poison me and I survive the night.’ 

— 

You sit at the dinning room table waiting for Suguru. Of course, he’s late, he doesn’t care about anyone's time but his. You say so to your parents. 

“Y/n stop being so harsh and give him a chance please.” You roll your eyes and go back to scrolling on social media.  

“Sorry I'm late.” You jump at the deep voice before whipping your head to the left where your stepbrother stands looking so...so different. 

“Suguru! No need to apologize! Come sit.” Your mother points to the empty seat opposite you. Suguru glances at you and smiles before walking to the seat. You gasp. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile at you or anyone else. Actually, you know he hasn’t smiled at anyone, he was know for being so stoic. You watch intensely as he pulls out the chair and sits. He looks like a different man, his hair is long, down past his shoulders, the black shirt he's wearing stretches around a huge chest. He looks like he spends half his day in the gym. And those eyes—those eyes that always had heavy eyebags and glared at everyone that looked his way, look at you with gentle look you can’t place. They even crease with the smile that he’s wearing. Your eyes widen, he has a fucking dimple. He looks like a gentleman, he looks handsome. You can't stop staring at his smile. 

“Y/n? You alright?” You Stepdad breaks through the haze you were in. You look at your parents and back to Suguru who all have concerned expressions on their faces.  You feel your entire body heat in embarrassment.  

‘Uhm—yea I'm fine.” You look at your parents, refusing to look back at that smile.  Suguru has different plans. 

“Hey y/n, it’s been a long time yeah?” Suguru says in that deep voice that has your heart beating faster.  Out the corner of your eye you watch as Suguru reaches over the food, holding his hand out. Does he really think you’re about to give him a damn handshake?  

...Are you seriously thinking about shaking that huge hand? No, you won’t. 

You purse your lips and cross your arms over your chest. You swear you see him glance down at your cleavage but the next second, he's holding eye contact. You blink and look away with a ‘hmm’. He lowers his hand.  

“Alright guys let's eat, okay?” You mom breaks the tension. Everyone grabs their share, and you eat in silence for a while, nobody brave enough to speak and you simmering with anger at Suguru. You throw glare at him every time you look up from your plate which happens more times than you’d admit.  

“You got something there.” Suguru points the sharp end of the fork at you. 

“What?” You ask. 

“There,” He grabs his napkin and starts to reach for you. You tense suddenly locked in place. Suguru brings the napkin to the corner of your mouth and wipes it. “There you go.” 

You stare at him like he's grown three heads. Maybe he’s dying and wants to make amends? Why else would he be treating you like this. Maybe someone took over his body? That has to be it. 

“Uh thanks?” You mummer, unsure what to say. 

“You're welcome little sis.” You choke on your spit. What the hell did he just call you!? He must be messing with you; you’re suddenly filled with rage. You glare at him, hoping he disintegrates with the sheer force of your stare. 

“You’ve grown up.” Suguru says after another blinking contest, you lost. 

“Yea, have you?” You snarl. He stops smiling. 

“I have,” he says seriously, setting his fork down. “I want to talk about—” 

“I don’t care.” 

“Please—” 

“No!” You slam your hand on the table, and he goes silent. You’re overcome with guilt before you remember that he bullied you for a year, that he told the entire school to bully you after he graduated. Fuck him. 

— 

You slam the door the door of your room speed walking to the bathroom. You strip your clothes before turning on the tub. You finally breathe when you settle into the scolding hot water. You needed to wash his gaze, his touch, off your body. The entire dinner after your conversation was awkward, your parents didn't really speak, and you refused to glance back up at Suguru who wouldn't stop staring.  

You hated him. You hated him. You—you can’t bring yourself to hate him. For some unknown reason you can’t bring yourself to hate him despite everything he's put you through. Why? You shake your head. You don’t want to think of Suguru while you're trying to relax. You phone dings. You pick up and a smile replaces your frown. @Sssman72. 

‘How are you babydoll, you alive?’ 

‘Yes, wish I wasn’t though.’ 

‘Why what happened during dinner?’ You sigh and send him voice message detailing everything that happened. 

‘Oh wow.’ 

‘I know.’ 

‘You gonna give him a chance to explain?’ 

‘I don’t know I don’t want to but also, I want to hear his explanation...can we call I really don't want to type all of this out?’  

‘Course, give me a second. I'll call you.’ You wait a few minutes before you hear the familiar ring. 

“Hi handsome.” you smile at the blank profile. Right now, you’d do anything to see him, to hear him comfort you, to be in his arms. He could be the ugliest man in the world, you wouldn’t care. 

‘HI beautiful. Talk to me.’ He types into the chat box. 

“I don't know. like I said I want to hear him out but also, I don't want to hear it because what it it’s bad, what if it doesn’t excuse it? But also, what if it does and I feel like shit for being mean back—it's just so stressful.” 

‘I know babydoll. I wish I could be there right now and hold you. I would do anything to take that hurt away. I'm sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’ 

“Stop, don’t apologize you didn’t do anything. If anything, I should apologize for using you as a therapist when you paid to see me naked.” You laugh. 

‘Beautiful girl—I would rather pay to hear all your problems and be able to comfort you than see you naked again.’ 

“Wow you don’t want to see me naked, I'm hurt. Just kidding, thank you for saying that handsome.” You feel your heart skip a beat at his message. Maybe you can convince him to turn his camera on tonight. 

“I kinda wanna take my mind off everything right now.” You murmur into the phone before turning on your camera. You hold it above you and smile so he can see everything.  

‘So, fucking beautiful, prettiest girl in the world. You gonna give me a show?’ 

“hm,” You use your free hand to tap your chin. “Only if you do something for me.” 

‘And what is that?’ 

‘Can you turn your camera on? And before you say no, you don’ have to show your face—maybe you can just show your dick or something else. We can masturbate on the phone, please handsome please.” You whine giving him your best puppy face. You watch as the chat bubbles disappear and reappear. You’re about to back out but all the sudden you’re looking at a dim lit room and a huge cock between a big hand. Your eyes widen and the sight. 

"Y-you probably won’t be able to type and jack off at the same time” You suck in a breath. Please turn your audio on please... 

‘I’m gonna turn my audio on but I won’t talk, okay? Think you can get off on my moans babydoll?’  

You nod. 

‘Good girl now show me that pretty pussy, make it squirt for me.’ 

You lift yourself up to sit on the corner of the tub, propping one leg on tub and spreading the other that rests in the water. You flip the camera so your mystery man can watch you finger yourself. You hear him groan and spit onto his hand. 

You moan softly at the sound, teasing your entrance. You wish he was talking to through it, but you’ll settle for this for now. One day... 

“Mmm, wish you were the one fingering me right now,” You circle your clit before gliding your fingers out your cunt. 

“Wish you were here, holding me n' fucking me.” You curl your fingers into your g-spot and moan. You look back at your phone, watching your stranger play with the tip of his long cock. It looks so big compared to his hand, you know you’ll struggle to take it. Your pussy clenches around your small fingers that do close to nothing compared to your dildos at home.  

“Wan’ your cock in me so bad, it looks so big you’ll have to force me to take it, you’ll have to hold me down and make me take it.” You cry out. You watch as he squeezes his hand up and down his cock. It looks painful. He grunts louder. 

“M’gonna cum for you handsome, m’gonna give you what you want and make a mess,” You speed up your fingers to match how fast he slides his fist up and his cock. You moan louder, thankful that you got the suite and aren’t in the room next to your stepbrothers, how embarrassing it would be if he could hear you pleasuring yourself.  

You clench harder around your fingers. Your stranger starts to grunt and groan louder. You shiver at his deep voice on the edge of cumming. 

“Please please let me cum please! Can I come for you please?” You cry, your pussy starts to squelch, spurts of liquid coming out. 

“Yes, cum for me.” Your mystery man groans in an all too familiar voice but before you have time to think about it, you’re squirting, the grip on your phone loosening and falling into the water. 

“N-no!” 

— 

“Yes, this phone is done for, your mother and I are heading into town we can try to find a company that sells phone, but you know how small towns like this are.” You stepdad stares at your phone that’s been sitting in a container full of rice since last night.  

“Fuck, I need it for work! What am I going to do?” You look up at him in distress. 

“What do you need your phone for bartending?” He looks down at you incredulously. 

“My boss is sending me some important email and I didn't bring my computer.” You lie. 

“Well, you can use Suguru’s laptop, I saw him using it this morning in the sitting room. Think he left it there before he went on his run.” Your stepdad points down the hall as your mother rounds the corner.  

“Ready to go honey?” She asks your stepdad. 

“Coming! Use Suguru laptop to check your email, if we come back and you haven’t got the email you can use my phone. Bye! Have fun and be nice!” Your stepdad waves before following your mother. You wave back. 

 Of course, you had to use Suguru’s laptop. Maybe you can just log in, tell your stranger that you’re okay and that you won’t be able to contact him until you get a new phone and then delete the history before Suguru comes back from his run. It’ll only take a few minutes...you hope he doesn’t a password.  

You run to the sitting room, but you don’t see a laptop anywhere. Dammit, he always has to make things hard for you. You walk up the round staircase and down the hall until you're standing in front of Suguru’s room. You look around, as if Suguru's gonna pop up out of nowhere and attack you from going into his room. You shake the thought off and open his door. You stop and stare at the bed, you feel like you've seen that duvet. You chalk it up to a bunch of man having the same bedding before turning to scan the room for a laptop. You quickly spot the laptop on his desk and run to it. You sigh in relief when it opens to the last tab he had opened. Thank you Suguru for not caring about who gets into your shit. You click new tab and start to type in the name of the website you use before you freeze.  

You only need to type in three letters before the website popped up in top hits. You stop breathing. No... He couldn’t know what you do. Is that why he came here? Was he going to expose you to your parents? Was he acting nice to butter you up before crushing you? Your vision starts to blur. All boys watch porn, maybe he just happens to watch porn on the same website you film on. You can block your account from him so that he never finds you. You swallow before clicking the tab. You shakily move they pointer over to the search bar before you spot something in the left corner that makes you dizzy.  

Right where the username of the viewer is supposed to be is the username @Sssman72. Your heart stops and you feel wetness hit your hands. This can’t be real. You move to chat and cry out when you see your username. The last text he sent was asking what happened. No—this is a dream; you’re going to wake up and this is going to be a bad nightmare. You refuse to believe the man you’ve been slowly falling in love with over the last six months is your stepbrother, your bully. The man you confessed all your darkest secrets is the man who never showed you an ounce of kindness. Is this a part of his master plan? Is he going to blackmail you and hold all the nudes you’ve sent him and all the secrets you’ve told him over your head. You��re going to become his slave, doing whatever he wants of you until you die. You curl into yourself and cry harder at the thought.  

“Y/n? What are you do—” Suguru stops when he sees what's on the screen. “Let me explain please baby.” He reaches out to touch your shoulder. You flinch away from his touch.  

“D-don’t call me that,” You sob staring at him with such heartbreak in your eyes he wants to drop and beg for your forgiveness. “You-you, it was you the whole time.” Your voice breaks. 

Suguru nods slowly trying to reach out for you again. You take a few steps away. “Was this some masterplan to hold me under your thumb for the rest of my life!?” You scream at him. 

He’s grateful your parents went out of town; this would be an absolute shitshow if they were here.  

“No babydoll—” 

“I said don’t call me that you asshole! Stop pretending. I hate you Suguru! You win okay, you win!” You tell him before you run out of his room. He curses before running after you, you run up that stairs and into the suite but before you can shut the door Suguru shoves it open. You drop to your knees to pull your suitcase from under your bed. 

“Please listen to me y/n. I wasn’t faking—stop packing and let me explain.” Suguru pleads as he watches you throw your clothes into your suitcase. 

“Y/n, baby, please listen to me please” He grabs your arm, and you try to fight him, but he pulls you down onto the bed with him. He hugs you around the waist and you push in this chest trying to break free. His heart aches. He hates seeing you hurt, he hates that he was the one who made you cry like this. He hates that you only associate him with the version of himself that he created to stop anyone from seeing what he was truly feeling. He hates that you won’t accept the real version of him now that you know it was him. He holds you tighter as you scream and cry. He whispers sweet nothings as you whisper how much you hate him. At some point you stop fighting and wrapping your arms around his neck. You sniffle into his neck, and he rubs your backs and rocks you.  

“Why?” You ask hoarsely after all the anger leaves your body. Now you feel numb, like you're watching your life from a third perspective.   

“I never hated you, I never lied, and I never planned to blackmail you—I know you don’t believe me baby but everything I've ever told you on that app was real. Everything I feel for you is real.”   You pull your face out of his neck and stare up at him. You don’t believe him. 

“I have never hated you y/n. I swear it. I hated the fact that my father replaced my mother with yours not even a year after she died. Baby, I never fucking hated you. I was just a teenager who didn’t know how to express my emotions so I took them out of the person I knew I could hurt the most. It was bad I know; I feel like shit to this day. When I graduated and got away from my father, I realized how bad I was to you, and I got into therapy. I wanted to be better for myself, for you, for everyone around me. I didn’t know that the bullying continued when I left. I didn’t know how bad people had taken it until that day I came back home. When you told me off about it, I was so confused. I’m so fucking sorry. I want to reach out and apologize for everything and the day I planned to do it Satoru—my best friend, you remember him—well he sent me the link to your account and so I made an account and it all just spiralized out of control after that. I was too embarrassed to tell you it was me and then we started to form a connection, a real connection, and I didn’t want our conversations to end so—fuck I'm sorry. Everything I told you; I meant it. I fucking meant every word.”  

You sit there stunned, trying to comprehend everything he said. You never knew about his mother. You thought she had passed away long before your mom and his dad had met. But you remember when your stranger told you that. God, you remember when your not so mystery man told you about his family the seemed so familiar to yours. And he didn’t tell all those people to bully you after he left? Did he mean every word? Every word of affirmation he gave you. Those times when he told you that you were capable of being loved and that you were going to find someone who would love every part of you, the good and bad. Was that the same Suguru? You try to wrap your mind around the fact that the man you love is your stepbrother. 

“I know it’s a lot of information.” 

“It is.” 

“Do you believe me?” He looks at you with furrowed brows. You do. Despite everything you find yourself nodding. He sighs and you feel the tension release from his shoulders that your arms are wrapped around. You suddenly realize the position you two are in and feel your face heat. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your legs are on either side of his thick thighs his cock, the cock that you saw last night, is right underneath you, if you lower yourself an inch, you’d be sitting on it.  

Suguru grips your waist with one hand, the other cupping the right side of your face. You look up at him and sniffle. He leans down until your foreheads are touching.  

“If you give me achance, I'll treat you like the queen you are. I’ll love you the way you’re meant to be loved. One chance is all I ask for.” He mummers rubbing your noses together.  

You hesitate, one part of you wants to run away with him because he’s the man you’ve wanted for the last six months. The other part of you wants to run away from him, he’s your stepbrother, he lied, and you don't know if he would’ve ever told you the truth. But isn’t that what he came here to do? Can you blame a little boy for being mad at the people who replaced his mother?  

You give him his answer by grabbind his neck and push his lips towards you. If this does go to hell at least you’ll have a story to tell your feature children.  

Suguru kisses back before standing and pulling you off him. “What—” 

“You said you wanted me on my knees, didn't you? I’m ready to serve you in any way you want. I can have my savings transferred to your account by tomorrow night.” He says as he drops to his knees. You stare at him with wide eyes as he holds your legs and starts kissing from knee to right where your pussy starts.  

“Suguru—” 

“Shh babydoll let me take care of my girl, show her how sorry I am for hurting her.” He mummers before dropping your leg and picking up the next one. He repeats this a few more times before finally asking you to lift your hips so he can pull your leggings and panties off. Suguru throws your pants behind him before standing up to pull your tank top off. You reach behind to unbuckle your bra and toss it on the floor with your other clothes. Suguru chuckles, reaching up to kiss all over your face. 

“Take your clothes off too Sugu.” You giggle, reaching for his sweatpants. You get a firm grip and yank them down. His thick cock bounces out. Your mouth goes slack. The phone call didn’t do it justice. It somehow looks bigger than before and if you weren’t wet before, you are now. That thing is going to be inside you soon.  

“Like what you see beautiful?” You nod dumbly as you watch Suguru step out of his pants and take his shirt off with one hand. He’s so fucking sexy.  

He drops back down to his knees and pulls you until your ass is hanging off the bed. “Lay down and let me please you.”  You comply and watch as Suguru lifts your legs up and buries his face in your cunt. Your hands fly down to his long shiny hair. 

“Suguru!” You moan as he licks you from asshole to clit. He sucks on your clit before biting both lips. Your pussy clenches. “Feels s’good Sugu!” You grind down on his talented tongue. Suguru hums into your clit before setting one of you thighs in his shoulder and bringing his fingers to your entrance. He teases you, only pushing his fingers into the joint before taking them out. You cry out in frustration before pulling on his long hair when he finally slides two big fingers into you. 

Yours definitely don't compare to his long thick ones. Your back arches off the bed as Suguru fingers jackhammer into you all the while his mouth sucks on your clit.  

“S’good Sugu! Don’t stop!” You scream letting go of hair with one hand to cover your loud mouth.  

“Don’t hide those sweet moans from me babydoll. If you want my cock, you’ll let me hear you scream my name as you cum on my fingers and mouth.” 

You bring you hand back to hair and grind hard as you get closer and closer to orgasm.  

“Gonna cum! M’gonna come!” You cry, as you release all over Suguru's face. He moans and sucks even harder before adding another finger. You cry at the sudden intrusion. It doesn't take long before you’re coming all over again, this time liquid shooting out of you and onto Sugu’s chest.  

“Yes baby, that's it—what a good girl,” He praises as he slurps up all your juices. “Such a fucking good gril f’me.” 

“Gimme a kiss.” You say between heavy breaths.  

“Does the pretty girl want kiss?” You nod, pulling Suguru down with you by the shoulders. 

“Want you to kiss me while you fuck me for the first time. Want it to be special,” You confess shyly. Suguru leans down and pecks you on the forehead, then the nose, and then both of your cheeks. 

“Don’ tease meanie!” You laugh when he kisses the corner of your lips. 

“M’sorry baby, can you forgive me?” He pouts.  

“Hmm—I’ll forgive you only if you kiss me right no—” You don’t even finish your sentence before Suguru shoves his tongue down your throat. You kiss him back and your tongues fight for dominance. Suguru wins and smiles into the kiss. You can’t believe this is happening. Your bully, your stepbrother, your mystery man is kissing you right now. Your about to make love with said man. 

“You okay babydoll?”  

“Mhm, just can’t believe this is all happening.” 

“Me too beautiful, you sure you want to do this right now? We can always wait.” 

“No, I want to. I want you.” You raise your hand to tuck his hair behind his ear. He smiles, showing you that adorable dimple. You kiss it.  

Suguru kisses your lips once more before he grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your cunt. 

“Fuck—I don’t have a condom.” 

“I’m on the pill—please Sugu.” You beg, frustrated from all this foreplay. You’ve been on edge since last tight in the tub.  

“Alight beautiful,” He pushes the head of his cock into you. “Fuck me—you feel so good. Always knew you would.” You feel his fist guide his long cock into you. You moan. He fits you perfectly.  

“Sugu—feel’s s’good, want more!” You cry, fisting the blanket’s underneath you.  

“Does my baby want more—does she want to orgasm on my cock?” You nod watching Suguru lift your legs to his shoulder. He leans down, bringing your feet to the side of your head. You whine at the stretch. 

Suguru groans as he pulls his cock in and out of you.  

“S’too much!” You moan into his shoulder. He just laughs and picks up his pace. The fancy headboard above the bed starts to slam against the wall. You watch with blurry eyes as the stock photos hung on the wall shake.  

“Said you wanted more baby, ‘m giving you more.”  he says before biting into your neck. Hard. You scream, back arching at the pain. Your hands fist the sheets even tighter, knuckles turning white. Suguru unlatches his jaw. Lifting his head to admire his mark. Now all your customers will know you belong to someone. To him. He kisses the mark. 

“Sugu, It’s too much. Hurts! m’gonna cum!” You cry, tears soaking the blanket breath you. 

“Oh, don't cry baby—shhh—you’re so beautiful y/n. So damn pretty.” He whispers, coaxing you to orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You stop breathing for a second as your pussy contracts around Suguru's cock. Suguru follows in suit, spurting his cum deep inside your pussy. 

“Fuck,” he draws out, collapsing onto you.  

“T-that was—” 

“The best sex ‘ve ever had.” 

“Same.” You smile before wincing. 

“What’s wrong babydoll.”  

“You're about to break my damn hip if you keep my legs up any longer,” Suguru lefts himself enough to bring your legs to his sides. “And you probably ripped a chunk of my neck off with that little trick of yours.” You grumble. 

“It’s not bad, promise.” He kisses the bite mark softly. 

“And all the pictures fell of the wall.”  

“I’ll put ‘em back up baby,” He laughs into your ear. “Just let me hold you for a second.”  He kisses your cheek before snuggling deeper into you. You throw your arms around his shoulder while you both try to wrap your head around everything that happened.  

[little-moonbeam-666]

Not Your Boyfriend

Well 5800 words later.... Here ya go! 

Your boyfriend, Joseph, comes home dressed as Eddie

SMUT AHEAD

You watched the live show from your laptop, grinning at the sight of your boyfriend on his first ever talk show. You were so proud of him and what he’s managed to accomplish. Since Stranger Things season 4 had come out, Joe’s life had been hectic. But he’d always made sure to set aside time for you. He was so sweet. But hearing your name being spoken brought you out of your daydream, your eyes and ears now focused on the screen. 

“My girlfriend, Y/N, really is amazing. The best girlfriend ever, really. She’s really the one who helped me get the American accent perfected since she’s American. We were stuck together in my flat in London throughout the pandemic and quarantine and everything so I had a lot of time to really study the way she talks and I kind of used that as a guideline for how I made Eddie sound.”

Your heart swelled hearing him talk so highly of you and how you actually contributed to the beloved character Eddie Munson. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you watched the rest of the show, eager for your boyfriend to return to the hotel.

You watched a couple episodes of Stranger Things season 4, drooling over your boyfriend as Eddie Munson, before turning it off and just scrolling on your phone. You must’ve fallen asleep while waiting for Joseph to return because you woke up to the opposite side of the bed dipping and an arm wrapping around your middle and pulling you against a broad chest. Your eyes fluttered open and you craned your neck to peek behind you, only to see your boyfriend grinning at you.

“Didn’t mean to wake you, darling.” he said, leaning over to press a chaste kiss against your lips.

“S’ok.” you mumbled, sleep lacing your voice as you rolled over to face him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, lovey.” he said, his breath fanning across your face as his hands skimmed over your side down to your thigh, pulling it up over his own so he could be impossibly closer to you. You whined, feeling his half hard erection pressing against you. “Are you too tired tonight, baby?”

“I’m never too tired for you.” you said, pressing your lips against his and whining against his mouth when his hips rocked against yours. “Make love to me, Joseph. Please, baby?”

“What my baby wants, my baby gets.” he said, moving to stand up so he could push his sleep pants and his underwear to the floor before crawling back in bed to lay down next to you. His lips immediately found yours and his hands found your hips, his fingers digging slightly into your love handles. You disliked them but Joe seemed to love them more than you ever thought possible.

“Joe… clothes…. off.” you mumbled between kisses. He smirked against your lips before pulling away to sit up and gently tug at the fabric of the oversized shirt you wore to bed. You sat up and lifted your arms, allowing him to tug the offending garment over your head before tossing it to the floor. You laid back down as Joe moved to sit between your legs and his hands gently cupped your breasts in his hands, letting his thumbs gently rub over your nipples as they hardened under his touch. His hands didn’t stay there nearly long enough for your liking, him deciding to move his hands down your stomach to the waistband of your panties.

“Lift your hips for me, darling.” he ordered quietly, his fingers slipping under the elastic band and tugging them down your thick thighs. He sat back, staring down at you in awe. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

“Josephhhh!” you whined, his immense staring and lack of physical contact driving you insane.

“Sorry, darling. I just couldn’t help myself. You’re stunning.” he said, moving to hover over you. He reached his hand down to gently rub his fingers up and down your slit, groaning at how wet you already were. “And you’re already so wet for me, baby.”

You couldn’t help but whine and buck your hips while he teased you, taking his slick coated fingers and rubbing slow circles over your clit. He chuckled at the way your hips stuttered against his hand before moving his fingers down to your hole and gently pushing his middle finger all the way inside you.

“Joseph! Oh fuck!” you moaned, feeling him begin to thrust his finger in and out of you at a lazy pace.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, curling his finger against your inner wall, making your eyes roll back. “Do you want more?”

“Yes… please I need your cock, baby.” you begged, staring at him with wide eyes knowing that your sweet Joseph would cave and give you exactly what you wanted. You almost whimpered as he removed his fingers from your cunt but you were cut off by the feeling of him rubbing his tip through your drenched folds.

“You ready, lovey?” he asked sweetly, smiling down at you.

“I’m ready.” you said, grinning up at him and wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him into you.

You both moaned at the feeling of finally being connected and you wasted no time in rocking your hips, encouraging him to move. He did as you silently asked, slowly pulling out about halfway before thrusting back in.

You gasped, feeling his tip nudge gently against your cervix, effectively knocking the wind out of you. He grunted into your neck before kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving dark bruises behind. Your fingers tangled in his curls, holding him against you while he continued to thrust into you and mark up your neck. Your eyes closed on their own accord, little whimpers leaving your mouth with every thrust.

“Oh… oh fuck! Joseph… baby…”

“Mmm does this feel good, my love?” he asked between kisses and nips against your throat.

“Yes! Yes, baby. Keep fucking me just like that.” you moaned, tugging on his hair to maneuver his lips back to yours.

“Anything you want, love.” he mumbled before pressing his lips hard against yours. He kissed you like you were the oxygen he needed to breath, his tongue dancing sensually with yours. Your brain was getting foggy, forgetting where you ended and he began. Everything was a blur of emotions and pleasure, so much so that you didn’t even hear yourself talking.

“Mmm oh god, fuck, Eddie! Oh fuck!” you moaned against his lips, too focused on the pleasure for your brain to register what you’d just said. But Joseph had heard you loud and clear. His hips came to an abrupt stop and he pulled his lips from yours, staring at you with wide eyes. You looked at him with your eyebrows scrunched together, clearly confused. “Joseph, baby, why’d you stop?”

“Darling…” he started slowly, his mind racing trying to figure out a good way to approach this situation. “Do you really not know why I stopped?”

You shook your head, staring up at him in confusion.

“No?”

He slowly slid out of you and laid down next to you on the bed. You began to worry, not understanding why he was being so quiet. Then he took a deep breath before looking over at you.

“Y/N, you moaned out ‘Eddie’ instead of my name.” he stated. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. You were absolutely mortified. You had tried so hard to hide the crush you had on the character that he played, but apparently you just told him in the worst way possible by moaning said characters name during sex.

“Joe, baby….” you started, not quite sure what to say.

“Baby, it’s ok. Please know I’m not mad. I’m just shocked. I thought Eddie wasn’t quite your type.” he said, giving you a half smile, still trying to assess the situation. You on the other hand were still horrified at what you’d said, pulling the blankets up over your body and clutching them tightly against your chest. “Is Eddie your type, love?”

“God, I don’t know! I’m so sorry, Joe. I didn’t even realize I’d said it!” you sputtered, fumbling horribly over your words and refusing to look at Joe, instead choosing to stare at the ceiling. You clutched the blankets tighter to your chest in an attempt to calm you down. “It’s not that he’s my type or whatever, but he’s the type of person I gravitated towards back in highschool. Hell, I was exactly like Eddie back in highschool. Tight jeans, leather jacket, metal music… the works. But fuck, I just can’t help but be attracted to him. I mean, he’s got your face for heaven's sake so obviously I’m gonna think he’s hot. And I watched a couple episodes of Stranger Things before you came back so I guess he was just on my mind. Fuck, I am so fucking sorry.”

You immediately felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you tight against him. You were stiff in his arms, afraid that if you relaxed the tears would start to fall. You felt his chin rest on your shoulder and you glanced over at him, only to see him grinning at you and his wide brown eyes staring into yours.

“Baby, it’s alright. I love you and you have nothing to be ashamed of. We can forget this ever happened, ok? Would that make you feel better?” he said. You nodded your head quickly, wanting this conversation to be over. “Ok then, this whole situation never happened, my love. Now just relax and let’s get some sleep. We have a flight first thing in the morning.”

And just like that, the conversation was over. For months it was completely forgotten about and you two had gone back to normal life. At least it was normal until Stranger Things season 5 had started filming. Joseph had a habit of bringing you on set with him whenever he could. And that involved you seeing him in costume… as Eddie.

You thought that you were being discreet about how you looked at him while he was in costume. He gave no hints that he knew you were practically fantasizing about ‘Eddie’ instead of him. Well…. It technically was him if you really thought about it. But you couldn’t help the feeling you got while seeing him dressed as your fictional crush.

About halfway through the day when they were taking a break, you decided you were gonna head home for the day. You quickly told Joe goodbye, pecking his lips quickly before you left and made your way back to the house you were staying at while he was filming. 

You took a deep breath as soon as you walked in the door, feeling like you could finally breathe. You didn’t realize that you had been practically holding your breath all day. You knew Joe had a short day today and would be home in about an hour, so you decided to relax, or at least try to.

The bathwater was steaming hot when you stepped in and smelled like vanilla and spice. Candles were lit around the room and the lights were off, leaving you in glowing light from the flames.

Reminiscing on your thoughts, you felt almost guilty about how you’d been thinking of your boyfriend as Eddie. You’d had that one slip up and never spoke about it again… but now you wished you had. Your thoughts were racing as you laid back in the tub and you could feel the familiar heat begin to bloom in your belly. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking of him that way but you couldn’t help it.

You quickly pushed the thoughts away and just focused on taking your bath. You weren’t quite sure how long you’d been sitting in the tub, but the water had begun to chill so you decided to get out and get changed into your pajamas. Maybe something sexy for when Joseph got home. Ya know, to make up for the thoughts you’d been having about Eddie… the same thoughts that Joseph was completely unaware of.

You dried yourself off and wrapped the towel snug around your body as you went to your bedroom, digging through your dresser drawers for something sexy yet comfortable you could wear. You smirked as your fingers ran across the silky fabric you’d been searching for. This would be perfect. You pulled out the black satin nightie and smiled, knowing just how much Joseph loved seeing you in it. It barely covered your ass but you didn’t care. You slipped it on over your head and right as you were smoothing out the wrinkles a voice interrupted your thoughts. And not the British voice of your boyfriend, no…. A very AMERICAN voice.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you look good.”

You spun around on your heel and your eyes went wide with shock as they landed on the person leaning against the doorframe to your bedroom. The black jeans, the hellfire club shirt, the handcuff belt, and the long curly hair that you desperately wanted to run your fingers through. You quickly caught your breath before speaking.

“Joe, you scared the shit out of me! Why are you still in costume? Does the costume department know you brought all of this home with you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Joe? Oh honey, he’s the one who sent me here.” he said, still in that American accent and giving you a smile while pushing gently off the doorframe and taking agonizingly slow steps towards you and making you back up towards your bed. “As a matter of fact, he told me that a certain naughty little girl has been having some very dirty thoughts about me. He said you were staring at me all day today. Ya know, he even told me that you moaned my name during sex once. So tell me, sweetheart, is it true?”

By the time he’d stopped talking he was directly in front of you and the backs of your knees were pressed tightly against the edge of your bed. You had nowhere to run. You were cornered… but you weren’t sure that you wanted to escape. You gulped hard and just nodded your head, too embarrassed to speak.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to talk to me if this is what you want.” he coaxed, his voice gentle yet demanding.

“Yes… it’s true.” you whispered. He smirked down at you.

“That’s a good girl.” he cooed, his hand coming up to let his fingers stroke gently over your cheek. “Now, do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you until your screaming my name? If not, I can walk out of here right now and tell Joe that you didn’t want me after all, but if you do want this then I’m gonna need your verbal consent. This is a one time offer, sweetheart.”

You thought for a moment, wondering just how tonight would go if you said yes. Joseph had really gone all out for this. There wasn’t a single hint of Joseph in sight… it was all Eddie. The clothes, the hair, even the tattoos. He’d done this all for you, knowing just how badly you wanted a taste of your fictional crush. You’d be stupid to pass up the opportunity to sleep with THE Eddie Munson.

“I want this.” you said quietly, grinning up at him.

“That’s what I like to hear, princess.” he said, leaning down so his lips hovered over yours. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

You responded by bringing your hands up around his neck and pulling him to you, crashing your lips together. It was hurried and rushed, teeth clashing and lip biting. The moans spilled from your lips freely, unashamed at how turned on you were. His hands grabbed at your hips, holding you close.

“Please…” you whimpered between kisses, wanting more than he was giving you.

“What do you want, sweetheart? I’ll give you anything your naughty little heart desires. All you’ve gotta do is ask.”

“I… I don’t know.” you said, becoming shy all of a sudden. You were used to asking for things and being confident when it came to being with Joseph, but now that he was standing in front of you as Eddie, practically radiating confidence, your own confidence had been diminished.

“Babydoll, if you want this to work you need to talk to me. I’ll absolutely worship you, give you everything you need… but you’ve gotta talk to me, sweetheart.”

Your breath caught in your throat and your heart was threatening to beat right out of your chest.. You could feel yourself get wet at his promise to worship you. Now you just had to find your voice so he would give you what you wanted. It took a few moments, but you finally managed to make yourself speak.

“I… I want… oh fuck, just touch me! Please!” you begged, looking up into his eyes. You were sure you looked pitiful, begging for him to touch you, but you didn’t care.

“That’s a good girl, asking so politely for what she wants.” he teased, letting his hand move down to your thigh before slowly dragging it upwards and toying with the hem of your nightie. Your hand gripped his shoulders and you held your breath. The feeling of his hands on your bare skin had your heart racing.

“More… please, Eddie?” you asked quietly, still not used to calling him ‘Eddie’.

“Oh, baby girl, you learn so fast and you asked so nicely.” he cooed, his eyes practically shining with adoration as he moved his hand to the inside of your thigh before letting his fingers trail further up. His eyes went wide and he gasped, a smile forming on his face as he felt your bare pussy. “No panties, princess? So fucking naughty.”

His fingers delicately traced the outside of your pussy, gliding along the outside of your slit, making your eyes flutter shut. He chuckled, letting his fingers gently part your folds and rubbing his middle finger from your clit to your weeping hole and back up to the sensitive little bud. Your legs buckled slightly as his finger flicked your swollen clit. He chuckled, moving his finger back down and pushing gently inside you, curling ever so slightly against your front wall, making you moan.

“Oh god, Joseph!” you moaned. He immediately withdrew his fingers and brought his hand up to your face, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“That’s not my name, sweetheart. You just can’t help but say another man's name, can you? First it was my name while you were with Joe and now you’re moaning his name while you’re with me. Such a little slut.”

You shivered and you could feel your cheeks begin to burn, but not with embarrassment. Hearing him call you a slut made your stomach do flips and made your pussy clench around nothing. It was a surprising reaction for sure. Joseph had never called you anything so degrading before… but you were now realizing that you loved it.

“I’m sorry, Eddie.” You cooed, letting your shaky fingers play with his wavy hair and giving him the best doe eyes that you could. You draped yourself in this false innocence in hopes it would get him to call you dirty names again.

“Why don’t you make it up to me, princess? Let’s take off that pretty little nightie you have on and lay down on the bed for me.” he said, smirking down at you. His hand grabbed the edge of your nightie and slowly tugged it upwards. You lifted your arms obediently, allowing him to pull it over your head. He let out a low whistle as he dropped the satin fabric to the floor, making you blush. “Such pretty tits, babydoll. Now lay down for me.”

You did as he asked and got on the bed, laying back against the pillows. Your breathing was shallow from how nervous you were, making your breasts heave every time you inhaled. Your knees were pressed tightly together, hiding your most intimate part from his hungry gaze.

“Are you gonna join me, Eddie?” you asked, your voice dripping with innocence as you batted your eyes at him. He smiled at you, your sweet Joseph shining through for just a moment before smirking, switching back to Eddie.

“Of course, baby. Now open your legs and let me see how fucking wet that slutty little pussy is.” he commanded. Your pussy clenched around nothing at his words but you did as he asked, slowly letting your legs fall open.

“Am I wet enough for you, daddy?” you asked innocently, casually dropping in the previously unused nickname. You had no idea where it came from. It just… slipped out? You didn’t know how he would react either.

“Daddy? I’m your daddy now? Ohhh, I really like that, princess. But to answer your question, fuck yes. I can see how fucking soaked you are from here.” He said, shrugging off his jacket and pulling the iconic hellfire shirt up over his head, tossing them both to the floor. His eyes held contact with yours as he unbuckled his handcuff belt and unbuttoned his pants before shimmying them down past his hips so he could kick them off. You bit your lip as you watched him, your eyes wandering to the tattoos that were on his skin.

You let your hands begin to wander your body, fingers gently tweaking at your nipples before running down your stomach to your aching cunt. You let your fingers wander the inside of your thighs before letting one finger dip between your folds to gather your moisture before bringing it up to slowly circle your clit.

“Eddie… oh fuck, daddy.” you whimpered, your eyes meeting his once more as he was pushing down the blue boxers he had on. You moaned loudly upon seeing his hard cock slap up against his stomach, your finger instinctually moving faster on your clit.

“Do you want daddy's cock, princess?” he said in a teasing tone, crawling on the bed to hover over you. You bit your lower lip and nodded eagerly. You brought your hand up from your clit only to wrap your fingers around his throbbing cock, stroking him slowly, twisting your wrist with every upward stroke around his tip. The moan of your name that you managed to rip out of him was heavenly. “Oh- ohhh fuck, Y/N!”

“I want your cock, Eddie. Please?”  you whined, purposely running his tip through your wet folds. His eyes practically rolled back but he stopped himself, pulling away from you before grabbing your hips and roughly flipping you over on to your stomach. You yelped at the sudden manhandling but the heat that had flared between your legs had betrayed you.

“Sweetheart,” he cooed, running his hands up the backs of your thighs to your ass, squeezing hard and giving each cheek a hard smack, letting out a chuckle at your little whine of pain. “You didn’t really think you were gonna get away with moaning another man's name, did you? Oh baby girl… Your boyfriend, Joe, might have let you get away with it in the past, but here’s the thing, I’m not your boyfriend and I don’t take too kindly to being called someone else’s name while I’m the one making you feel good. So you’re gonna lay there and take your punishment like a good girl, aren’t you, baby? Then if you’re good, I’ll fuck you like the little whore that I know you are. Sound good?”

“Yes, Eddie… I’ll be a good girl.” you whimpered, trying not to focus on the heat blooming on  your ass where he’d previously smacked you.

There were a few moments of complete silence where neither of you dared to move. Out of nowhere his hand came down on your ass, hard, making you yelp and jump at the sudden contact. Not even three seconds had passed before his hand came down on the other cheek, just as hard. You yelped again and squeezed the pillow to your face to muffle the sounds. You didn’t want him to think you were weak. Six more hits came down in quick succession, giving you absolutely no time to process the pain. The heat spread quickly and you knew you were gonna have some handprint shaped welts on your ass and possibly a bit of bruising. You were so shocked that you didn’t even realize that some tears had escaped from your eyes, but he did.

“Awww, is my pretty baby crying? You look so pretty when you cry, angel. Makes daddy’s cock so fucking hard.” he said, leaning over you and pressing his cock against your ass, letting you feel just how hard you made him. You almost choked on a sob as you tried to speak.

“Please, Eddie. I’ll be a good girl for you. Oh fuck, please, daddy. Just wanna be good for you. Wanna feel your cock filling me up, daddy. Please, I’m begging you, fuck me!” you begged, tears continually streaming down your cheeks while you arched your back in invitation. He chuckled behind you.

“Crying AND begging? Oh, princess, you’re such a good little girl for me. Turn over and spread your legs, baby.” He said, sitting back, allowing you to turn over on your back. You hissed at the sensation of the sheets rubbing your raw ass where he’d spanked you, but you did as he asked and spread your legs wide for him.

“You gonna fuck me now, Eddie?” you asked, reaching a hand up to your face to wipe away a stray tear off your cheek. He smirked down at you.

“Only if you promise to scream my name, Y/N. My name… not Joe’s. ‘Eddie’ should be the only name coming out of your mouth, do you hear me?”

You quickly nodded your head but that wasn’t enough. He shook his head and almost looked mad.

“Y/N…” he warned, his voice dropping down to a growl. “Do you hear me? My name only.”

“Yes, Eddie. Your name only.” you agreed quickly. You reached your arms out towards him, making grabby hands so he’d finally hover over you. He dropped the stern look and replaced it with a smile, moving to hover over you and pressing gently pressing his lips against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him still so you could kiss him harder. He chuckled against your lips at your enthusiasm.

“I’m not gonna go easy on you, princess.” he warned, pulling back far enough so he could look at your face. “I’m gonna fuck you. Hard. I don’t know how your boyfriend fucks you, but I can garuntee that you won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you. You ready for that, baby girl?”

“Eddie, please!” you whined, your hands cupping his face, forcing him to look in your eyes. “I want this… I need this. I need you to fucking wreck me. Please, baby!”

You could feel his cock twitch against your hip at your words. You rolled your hips against him, encouraging him to finally take the plunge and fuck you senseless. And thankfully it worked.

He reached down, positioning his cock at your entrance and teasing you by slowly prodding his tip against your aching hole but never pushing in. He could feel you clenching around his tip, trying to pull him inside you. Your whines echoed throughout the room as your hands gripped at the sheets while you arched your hips in an attempt to get more friction. You knew you sounded pitiful, but you knew he was loving every second of it by the smirk on his face.

“Here ya go, princess.” he grunted, slowly pushing his length inside you. “Take daddy’s cock like a good girl. Oh my god.”

“Eddie!” you gasped, your hands moving back up to clutch tightly at his shoulders. You were sure there would be little crescent shaped nail indents but you could care less. Your voice sounded weak as you whined pitifully. “More, daddy!”

He smiled at your begging, but only gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size before pulling almost all the way out before forcefully slamming his hips against yours. You almost screamed, the pain mixed with pleasure being too intense. You could feel your nails beginning to break skin on his shoulders and you briefly wondered if you’d drawn blood. But you didn’t have time to think about it because he quickly did it again, pulling out before slamming back inside you. His pace picked up, his hips repeatedly slapping against yours while your eyes rolled back every time his cock brushed against your g-spot.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. So damn tight around my dick. Scream my name, baby girl, so everyone knows who’s fucking you this good! Do it!”

“Eddie! F-f-fuck, Eddie… Oh god!”

“That’s right, angel. Oh fuck, your pussy feels like heaven! So fucking wet!” he groaned, leaning down to nip at your neck while he pounded you into the mattress. Your breasts bounced hard with his thrusts, making his cock twitch inside you as he watched. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him for dear life while he fucked you the way he promised to. He said he would fuck you hard and damn if he wasn’t living up to that promise. But you had a better idea.

“Eddie, stop. Baby, stop for a second.” you whimpered in his ear. He stopped thrusting and pulled back and looked at you, concern shining in his eyes. For a brief moment he was no longer Eddie, Joseph's typical features taking over as his eyes scanned your face for anything wrong. Before he could talk and break character, you continued. “I’m fine, baby. I promise. But I kind of have a request.”

“And what would that be?” he said, still sounding confused but the American accent stayed.

“Can I ride you?” you asked, batting your lashes at him and biting your bottom lip in an attempt to look innocent. He broke out into a huge grin before pulling out of you and laying down on his back next to you.

“Climb on up if you think you can handle it, baby.” he said, gesturing to his hard cock that was slick with your juices.

You quickly straddled his hips, sliding your pussy over the length of his cock before slowly sinking down. He felt deeper in this position, making your eyes flutter at the feeling of his leaking tip kissing your cervix.

“So deep, Eddie.” you moaned, beginning to rock your hips as you adjusted to the feeling. His moans echoed off the walls as you began to move faster, bouncing in his lap.

His hands moved to grasp at your hips, helping you bounce faster. You had to brace your hands on his chest to keep from falling over. The feeling of his hard cock slipping easily in and out of you had you whimpering loudly, making him smirk up at you. You wanted to knock that smirk of his face so badly. Smiling to yourself you clenched hard around him on purpose while you continued to fuck yourself on his cock.

“Jesus, fuck! Y/N, baby, are you trying to kill me?” he groaned, his nails scratching hard down the front of your thighs as he tried to regain his composure.

“Don’t die on me yet, big boy. I wanna cum on your cock. Wanna feel you cum inside me.” you moaned, moving your hips faster, feeling the familiar warmth begin to spread.

“Mmmm baby girl, I can feel your close. I can feel your pussy clenching me so damn tight. I’m right there with you, baby.”

You kept up your pace as his nails continued to dig into the fleshy meat of your thighs and hips, never staying in one spot for too long. Your breathing was labored and you were finding it harder and harder to catch your breath as you rocked your clit continuously against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. Your eyes watered slightly and the warmth in your belly spread and the coil wound itself tighter and tighter, threatening to burst.

“Eddie! Mmm oh god, baby, I’m gonna cum. Can I cum, daddy?” you begged, staring down into his eyes. 

“Yes, sweet girl, cum for me! Oh fuck!” he groaned, tensing up below you. You could feel his warm seed coating your walls, causing you to tumble over the edge with him. You collapsed on top of him as your cunt contracted hard around his length, milking him for every drop while your body shook with the intensity of your orgasm.  Your whimpers and moans came out broken as you tried to catch your breath.

The feeling of his hands rubbing gently up and down your back, his fingers gently skimming over your sweat slicked skin, slowly brought you back to reality. You slowly glanced up to see him already looking down at you, a wide smile on his face. You leaned up and pressed your lips against his, barely moving, just savoring each other's lips for the moment.

When your lips separated from his you reluctantly slid off of his cock and rolled on to your back, still breathing heavily. He chuckled at your fucked out state.

“I’ll be right back, baby.” he said. You could barely nod your head in acknowledgement to what he’d said.

Your eyes had fluttered closed as your racing heart slowed back down to a normal pace. You didn’t know how much time had passed when he’d finally returned to bed with a warm, damp cloth, gently cleaning the insides of your thighs. You hissed slightly as he ran the cloth over your puffy, sensitive lips.

“Easy, darling. It’s just me.” came the British voice of your boyfriend. 

Your eyes snapped open, revealing your boyfriend. No more wig, no more rings. He’d even scrubbed off all the fake tattoos. You smiled at him and slowly reached for him. He put the cloth to the side and laid down next to you, enjoying how you instantly curled into his side, your head resting on his chest.

“I love you, Joseph.” you mumbled, tracing lazy patterns on his chest.

“I love you too. Get some sleep, darling. I can tell you’re exhausted. I think Eddie wore you out.” he said, chuckling a bit to himself.

“Hush…. But you’re right. I’m so tired. Eddie did wear me out.” you said, yawning at the end. “But I prefer my boyfriend… just so you know.” you said, craning your neck to look at him.

“Good to know. Now get some sleep, lovey.” he said, kissing the top of your head and nuzzling his face into your hair. You sighed as you let your eyes flutter shut once more, inhaling in the scent of your boyfriend. This was your happy place and you never wanted to leave.

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In The Way I Need You | Part 9

Series Masterlist

➪in which you and clay label your relationship, and you also get some exciting news that he’s more than excited to celebrate with you, until you discover something from his past that has you second guessing things.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 5.8k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

“I’m hungry,” Joey whined as you looked over at him with a smile from your spot at the kitchen table.

Your laptop was open in front of you, various job offers open on the tabs. “All you’ve done is eat since you got home from school,” you laugh and he pouts at you, making your smile grow a bit as you get up. “Alright, babe, I’ll get started on dinner.”

Joey smiled at you as he colored in the dog you outlined for him. “Can we have grilled cheese?” He asked and you nodded instantly, setting down the jar of tomato sauce and grabbing the loaf of bread instead. 

“Great idea,” you agree and move over to the stove. “What do you think? Should we make one for your dad? Like the first night I babysat you?” 

Joey nodded instantly with a smile. “Yeah!” You smile back and begin making the sandwiches as he added, “My dad doesn’t make things as good as you do.”

You hold back a laugh as you place a piece of bread in the pan. “That’s because your grandma spoiled him,”

Joey sets his orange crayon down and it rolls to the floor as he asks, “Am I spoiled?” 

Shaking your head, you walk over to him and bend down to pick up the crayon. “No,” you answer and kiss his cheek as you set the crayon onto the table. “You’re just sweet.”

He laughs at that and picks up a red crayon to get started on the house he drew earlier, and you resume your task of making dinner. 

Throughout the next hour, Joey effortlessly cracked you up with every little joke he made, and after you cleaned up the kitchen and let him draw one last picture, you scooped him up in your arms as you carried him out of the dining room and towards the stairs. 

Just as you step out into the hall, Clay ascends the first staircase with a tired look on his handsome face. “Hey,” he greets as he shrugs off his jacket. 

“Hi,” you say back as he leans down and kisses the top of Joey’s head. You blush when he discreetly kisses the side of yours before his son could see. “We’re just about to go have a bath.”

Clay nods and ruffles Joey’s hair. “Sounds good. I’ll be up to say goodnight, okay?”

Joey nods and clings onto your shirt as you gesture towards the kitchen. “I made you something,” you tell him and watch as his gaze softens. 

“Grilled cheese, daddy,” Joey beamed. “Like the first night.”

Clay’s expression shifts and it had you squeezing your thighs together as his blue eyes darkened the smallest bit. “Like the first night, huh?” He asked and placed his hand on your lower back.

Your breath hitches and you nod quickly. “At Joey’s request,” say quietly and the look he was now giving you was making you feel lightheaded. “You go eat, I’ll get him ready for bed.”

Clay lifted your shirt and ran his fingers along the bare skin of your back before he nodded. “Okay,” he then gently guided you towards the staircase. 

You were shaking a bit as you made your way up, and you had a hard time focusing on the task of bathing Joey and getting him clothed in his pajamas as you thought about the man downstairs. 

Clay was making you feel things you hadn’t felt in a long time. You felt like a young teen again who had her first crush and was beginning to discover all the ways a boy can make her feel. 

It was driving you crazy and you wanted him badly. 

“Goodnight, Joey,” you say as you tuck him under his covers. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiled up at you with tired eyes as he held onto his teddy bear. 

Just then Clay enters the room with the same look somewhat hidden in his eyes, and you move out of the way as he walks over to Joey. “Night, buddy,” he murmured, bending down to kiss his forehead. “Love you.”

“Love you,” the four year old said back before he closed his eyes and Clay began leading you out of the room. 

-

Clay wasn’t sure why his body felt like it was on fire right now. 

He was fine when he got home, and then you reminded him of the first night you watched Joey, and he thought about all that had happened since then, and now he found himself wanting you. 

He wanted to show you how much he appreciates you and adores having you around all the time, and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep his hands off you. 

Clay quietly shut Joey’s door behind him, and then he was alone with you in the hallway. Pulling you towards him with his hands on your waist, he leans down and connects your lips in a kiss that had him holding back a pathetic moan. 

He had only gone on one date with you, but he was already so whipped. 

You kiss him back with the same amount of neediness before pulling away with a breathless laugh, trailing your hands up his arms as you ask, “Did you have a good day or do you always come home in this good of a mood?”

“Had a good day,” he answered as he pulled you further down the hall and away from his son’s room. “An even better night.”

You laugh again and look up at him with wide eyes as he gently pushes you up against his closed bedroom door, his hands pushing up your shirt in order for him to be able to feel the smooth skin of your hips. “That’s good,” you trail off as he tugs at the belt loops on your jeans. “Clay.”

The way you said his name had him growling slightly. “I want you, baby,” he rasped and pressed kisses along your neck. “Will you let me taste you all over?”

You moan and lean your head back against the door as you nod quickly. “Yes,” you gave him a verbal answer when he didn’t advance any further, and he grinned at you before dropping to his knees. His fingers pop open the button on your jeans before he pulls the zipper down, his mouth pressing multiple kisses to the skin of your abdomen. “Clay.”

He groaned and pushed your jeans down your legs, running his hands up the backs of your thighs and creating goosebumps along your skin. “God, you make me crazy,” he muttered, leaning in and pressing an open mouthed kiss to your left hip. 

Your hands move to gently tug on his hair, his name tumbling from your lips again in a soft moan. Clay runs the tip of his tongue along the hem of your plain black panties before kissing you through the fabric and grinning at the way your body shook slightly. “You make me…make me crazy, too,” 

Clay hums in acknowledgement as he pulls at the lace. “Can I take these off, pretty girl?” You nod quickly and Clay slides the black material down your legs. He holds back a moan as he sees the most private part of you for the first time. “You’re pretty everywhere, huh, baby?”

Your soft whine meets his ears and he can’t stop himself from leaning in and licking a stripe up your wet folds. “Clay,” you moan and make a mess of his hair as your legs shake. “I can’t….can’t hold myself up if you’re going to do that. You make me feel things, Clay. I don’t think you realize just how perfect you are.”

Clay groans quietly. “Tell me,” he softly requested as he pressed a firm kiss to your clit. “Tell me what makes me perfect, because I’m pretty sure that you’re the perfect one here.”

“You’re….God, you’re such a good dad, Clay…seeing the way you interact with Joey sends me into a frenzy every time,” you begin in a quiet tone as you didn’t want to wake Joey up. “You’re so kind and sweet…sexy, fuck, you’re so sexy, Clay, it drives me insane.”

Clay laughed at that and it had you moaning louder than before. “You’ve got me blushing down here,” he teased as he hiked one of your thighs onto his shoulder. “Is that all?” 

He runs his index finger along your folds and you squirm a bit as you shake your head. “You always tell me to let you know that I got home safely…you care about everyone around you, including me for some reason,”

“I care about you because I like you, Y/n, a lot,” you blush at his words and softly caress his jaw with your fingers when licked up and down your slit. “And again, I do the bare minimum for you, but I want that to change.” 

He wanted to do everything for you, wanted to take care of you and Joey and come home to see the two of you all the time. 

It was way too early to be thinking about those kinds of things, but he couldn’t help it. You were perfect in every way, how could he not picture himself with you when you were what he had always wanted? 

“It’s okay,” you mumble, grinding against his mouth. “You do a lot for me, too.”

“Not enough,” he disagreed and pressed you against the door by your hips. “You make things easier for us, baby. For all of us.”

You whimper at his sweet words and he feels you push up against his hold as he sucks your bundle of nerves into his mouth. “Oh, God,” you moaned, making a real mess of his usually neat hair. “Feels so good, Clay.”

He hummed at that, and the sounds you were making went straight to his dick, but this wasn’t about him. It was about you and showing you how much he appreciated you since he wasn’t able to come up with the right words. 

Your grip on his hair tightened with each swipe of his tongue against you, and before long he was met with the beautiful sight of you coming undone above him. Your body shook and writhed against his mouth, and he cleaned up any evidence of what he made you do within seconds as you whimpered and whined. “Fuck, Clay,” you laughed when he finally pulled away before you got too stimulated. He pulled your jeans back up before standing to his full height and towering over you. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he said back, “I missed you yesterday.” 

“You saw me on Saturday,” you laugh as you brace your hands on his shoulders.  

He steadies you with a small smirk. “That’s too long,”

You shake your head with a playful eye roll as you watch him bend down to pick up your panties and stuff them into his pocket. “Am I gonna get those back?” 

Clay grinned and shook his head. “Consider it the first piece of clothing you leave at your…boyfriend’s house,” he said the last two words more quietly than the rest as he still wasn’t sure what the two of you were. 

Your eyes widen and you fail to hold back a pretty smile as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Boyfriend?” 

Clay felt his face heat up in fear that he may have overstepped a bit. “Too soon?”

You shake your head and kiss him quickly. “I don’t think so,” you answer. “People become official after just one date sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” He laughed and felt one of your hands slide down his chest. 

“Yeah, sometimes. I think we have a good thing here, though, Clay,” Your teasing smile, mixed with the way your hand was nearing his semi hard-on, had his breath catching in his throat. “Can I show my boyfriend how much I appreciate him?”

He really wanted you to, but he also didn’t want you to think that he was expecting it. Though, he also didn’t want to reject you, but luckily he didn’t have to as he heard his mom call out for him downstairs. “Raincheck?”

You nod and kiss him quickly before pulling away completely. “That’s my cue to go,” you mumble and begin to make your way to the stairs. 

Clay curses under his breath and adjusts himself in his pants before following after you. Hearing you call him your boyfriend had sealed his fate, and now he was fully hard but wouldn’t be able to take care of it until he was alone in his room. “Oh, there you are,” his mom smiled as she watched him descend the stairs behind you. “Both of you.”

You smile at her and take a deep breath, making Clay hold back a smirk at the redness still visible on your face. He couldn’t believe he had just gone down on you in the upstairs hall a few seconds ago, but he loved every single second of it. He wanted to get you alone like that more often, but the very obvious elephant in the room was standing in front of him. 

“Hi, Mrs. Beresford,” you greeted in a kind tone, and his mother just smiled at you.

“Y/n. You get the day off tomorrow,” she stated and Clay felt his own smile drop. “I have a meeting I can attend from home, so I’ll be able to pick up Joey from school.”

“Oh, okay,” you nod and look back at Clay. “I’ll just see you both on Wednesday, then?”

His mom smiled again as she nodded and walked around the two of you and up the stairs. You turn to him with a pout he wanted to kiss so badly and take his hand in yours. 

“That sucks, I won’t get to see you and Joey tomorrow,”

Clay shook his head as he guided you towards the first staircase. “You could swing by at dinner time,” he offered and you smiled up at him as you made it to the front door.

“You think your mom would mind?” You ask as you shrug your jacket on and slip into your converse. 

“She’s not the only one who lives here, pretty girl,” he pointed out and you rolled your eyes. 

“Right, I totally forgot,” 

He laughed and brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of it as he said. “Have a good night,”

“You too,” you smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I’ll text you when I’m home.”

Clay nodded and let you pull your hand free and leave his house, and it had been a whole thirty seconds before he began missing you. He missed the taste of you, and now that he’s had a moment alone with you in that way, he wanted more. 

He had to force himself to go back upstairs and get ready for bed, and after he was done showering he saw that you had texted him to let him know that you had gotten home safely.

He texted you back with a simple goodnight, then added a cheeky line about how he already missed the feeling of your body against his.

The next morning, Clay got ready for work and kissed Joey before leaving him in the care of his mom, and he was in the back of Rick’s car when you called him. He couldn’t even greet you before you were announcing, “I got that job!”

You sounded so happy, Clay was powerless to stop a smile from forming on his lips. “The one at that coffee shop?” 

“Yes!” You answer excitedly. “Jess called me a few minutes ago. I start on Thursday.”

“That’s awesome, baby,” he said as he got out of the car. “I knew you’d get it. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” you were quiet for a few seconds before you spoke again, “I got the morning shifts, so I can still babysit Joey after school.” 

That had him letting out a breath of relief he didn’t know he was holding in. “That’s good. I won’t lose you as soon as I got you,” 

He knew you were blushing as you said, “You sure know how to make me feel special, Clay,” and laughed afterwards. “Jess invited me out for drinks tonight. Said she wanted to get to know me before my first shift, so I can’t come over for dinner.” 

“That sounds fun,” he said as he pushed the button for the elevator. “It might be nice to spend a night away from the kid, huh?”

You scoffed. “I’d rather spend it with you, but it’ll be good to get to know my boss,” you thought out loud before you added, “Must be nice to be your own boss, Mr Businessman.”

Clay laughed as the elevator arrived at the ground floor. “Trust me, it’s not all it’s made out to be,” he responded. “I’m getting into an elevator now, so I’ll probably lose you. Do you need a ride home later?”

“Maybe…I’ll let you know,” you answered. “I don’t want to wake you up, I might be out late.”

“I don’t mind,” he rasped as he entered the elevator. “Call me later, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree. “Have a good day.”

“You too,” he said back before he ended the call with a dumb smile on his face.

-

“Thank you so much for the opportunity!” You yell over the loud music at the bar. “I appreciate you taking a chance on me, despite my lack of experience.”

“It’s no problem, really,” Jess yelled back and smiled at you before taking a shot. You looked around the crowded room with tired eyes, and you knew you were close to your limit as your vision was beginning to blur. “Have you ever been here before?”

“No,” you answer and sip on your gin and tonic. “I’ve only been here for about a month, haven’t gotten out much yet.”

“Oh, babe, stay with me,” she laughed and placed her hand on your arm. “I know all the good places around here, and most of them don’t cost an arm and a leg to get in.”

You laugh, too. “Good to know,”

The music was making your head pound a bit, and when you checked the time on your phone, you saw that Clay had texted you a few minutes ago.

Clay Beresford: Hope you’re having a good night. The kid misses you, and so do I. 

You smile and blink away the blurriness as you text him back,

I miss you both! My night is going pretty well. A bit tired, though. 

Jess slides you a shot and you both take one as the song changes to a fast paced one, and that causes a table of guys a few rows down from yours to cheer loudly. Your new boss laughed and waved in their direction, but you just shook your head and playfully rolled your eyes. 

“What?” She asked with a laugh. “None of them catch your eye?”

You glance over your shoulder and look at each of the six guys before turning back to her and shaking your head. “No,” 

“Wow, tough critic,” she observed, reaching over and stealing the lime from the edge of your glass. “You already have a boyfriend then, I’m assuming?”

You begin to shake your head again, then remember the moment you shared with Clay last night, when he literally pushed you up against his bedroom door and went down on you, then called himself your boyfriend. “Actually, yeah,” you say with a smile. “As of last night.”

“No way,” she grinned and completely tuned out the table of guys as she slid her chair closer to yours, sucking on the lime as she asked, “Is he cute?”

You laughed and nodded, feeling like you and Jess were two old friends catching up. You were really hoping that a real, professional relationship could be formed with her, since your last attempt at one ended up with you dating the guy. “He’s very cute,” you reply and feel your phone buzz again. “That’s probably him now.”

Jess coos at you as she finishes off her beer and sets it down in the middle of the round table. 

Clay Beresford: Are you thinking about calling it a night soon? I can come pick you up.

You look at the time and realize that it was well past one in the morning, and it seemed like he hadn’t gone to sleep yet. “Oh, wow, it’s late,” you laugh in your tipsy state, and Jess pulls out her phone, too. 

“Fuck, it is,” she agreed and pulled out her wallet. “I should get going, but this was fun. I’m really excited to have you work at the shop with me.”

“Me, too,” you smile as she stands up. “How much-”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she waves you off. “I got the tab.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Of course,” she answered and pulled out some cash. “I invited you out, remember? Bills on me.”

You smile at her as you stand up as well. “Thank you, Jess, really,”

She smiled back and pulled you into a hug. “No worries,” she beamed, swaying slightly. “I’m gonna call a cab. Do you need a ride home?”

You open your mouth to respond just as your phone went off with an incoming call. “Um, I think I’m good,” you say and she nods, waving at you as she wanders off towards the bar. “Hi, boyfriend.” You sing when you accept the call.

“Hi,” he said back with a laugh. “You okay?”

“I’m fantastic,” you answer as you head over to the exit. “But I may actually need you to come get me.”

“Okay,” he murmured and you heard shuffling come from his end. “Where are you?”

“Uh, Hanson’s Pub,” you reply and hear the sound of a car door opening and closing. “I hope Rick isn’t mad he has to drive this late.”

“I don’t think he is,” Clay mumbled. “He’s probably sleeping right now.”

“What?” You ask as you lean against the wall beside the doors. “Don’t tell me you’re driving right now, Clay.”

“Okay, I won’t,” he said and you could hear the humor in his voice. 

“Clay! I thought you weren’t supposed to be driving…you know, because of your condition,” 

“Don’t worry about me, pretty girl,” was all he said and you sighed. “Just stay safe until I get there, okay?”

You hum in agreement, “Alright, but I’m chewing you out when I get in that car,”

“That’s fine,” he laughed. “I’ll be there soon,”

Then he hung up, and you were left to wait only a few minutes before walking outside and recognizing the black car across the street from the bar. You look both ways before crossing the empty road, bending to look at him when he rolled the window down with that smug smile painted on his lips. 

“Why do I find you being behind a wheel so sexy?” You ask as you lean in and kiss him deeply. 

He looked tired, and while that made you feel a bit guilty, you were also a bit turned on at his appearance. You were so used to seeing him dressed in formal clothing, so to be greeted with the sight of him in grey sweats and a white tee was a real treat. “Beats me,” he shrugged, nodding towards the passenger side door. “Get in, pretty girl.”

You hum and kiss him again before walking around the front of the car and settling in the passenger seat. “I can’t believe you’re driving me home right now,” you laugh and slur your words a bit. “Can’t believe I find it so hot.”

“You’ve had a lot to drink, huh, baby?” He grinned over at you as he drove in the direction of his house. 

“Maybe,” you trail off, looking at the dark surroundings. “Did you already forget where I live? My place is back there.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I just don’t like the idea of you nursing a hangover tomorrow by yourself.”

You gasp and jump a bit in your seat. “Are we having a sleepover?” You ask and lean over to place your hand on his thigh.

“Not that kind of sleepover,” he replied and took your hand in his. “Is that okay?”

“You’re asking me if I’m okay with sleeping in your bed?” You scoff and lace your fingers together. “I’d be dumb to reject that offer. I missed you today.”

Clay brings your joined hands up to his mouth and presses a kiss to the back of yours. “I missed you, too,”

The rest of the car ride went by in a comfortable silence, and you were stumbling a bit when you got out of the car after he parked on the side of the road. “Maybe I did have too much to drink,” you mutter as he walks over to you and wraps your arm around his shoulders. “But I’m lucky that my very attractive boyfriend is such a good guy and offered to take care of me.”

“Did I offer to do that?” He grunted as he helped you inside his house. “You must be thinking of someone else.”

You laugh loudly, then slap your hand over your mouth as you look over at Clay with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet,”

Clay just shook his head and guided you all the way upstairs and into his room, holding up most of your bodyweight as he did so. He gestured for you to sit on the edge of his bed, and you looked around the room you had only been in once with hooded eyes. 

“You’re so strong,” you slurred as he walked back to the door and locked it before kneeling on the floor in front of you. You gaze down at him with an excited grin as you press your thighs together. “Is this part two of what happened yesterday?” 

Shaking his head, Clay laughed quietly at the way your lips dropped in a pout. “Maybe when you’re sober,” he said as he took off your heels and set them onto the floor next to the bed. 

“Yeah,” you agreed in a tired tone as you lifted your arms. “I want to be able to clearly remember every second I get alone with you.”

Clay grunted softly as he tugged off your dress and grabbed one of his tees from his laundry basket. 

You snorted, “I just put your laundry away not that long ago, Clay,” you murmur as he slides the shirt over your body. “How do you possibly have that much again?”

“Are you forgetting the fact that we got together after you started babysitting my kid? Kids are messy,” He grinned down at you before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

You nod with a yawn and stand up, only to lay down on the left side of his bed. 

You get under the covers as Clay turned the lights off and got in bed next to you, his brows furrowed in worry as he asked, “Are you okay?”

Nodding again, you slide over and rest your head on his chest. “More than okay,” you answer. “Thank you for getting me.”

He kissed the top of your head as you snuggled against his side. “I always will,”

And that was the last thing you heard before you fell asleep. 

Your head was pounding a bit when you woke up, and you looked around the somewhat familiar room with tired eyes. Sitting up, you groan and hold the top of your head as you look over and see the right side of the bed empty, and then you notice the various prescription bottles on the nightstand. “Clay?” You call out with a dry throat, then meet his blue eyes as he leaves the bathroom attached to his room, still wearing the sweats and tee from last night. 

“Morning,” he said in a quiet tone as he walked over to you with a glass of water. 

“Morning,” you say back with an embarrassed smile as you take the glass and aspirin from him. “Thank you.”

Clay smiled as he sat down next to you on the bed. “Did you sleep okay?”

You nod and set the water aside before taking his hand in yours. “Yeah, I slept great,” you reply and lace your fingers with his. “Thank you for picking me up, and for helping me nurse my hangover.”

Clay laughed and kissed your hand. “Of course,”

You lower your voice as you ask, “Is your mom still here? What time is it?”

“Almost eight,” he answered. “The little guy got up a few minutes ago and she said she’d take him to school for me before work.”

You nod and look around his room. “You’re off to work soon, too, then?”

“No,” he said, making you look up at him in surprise. “I got the day off.”

A smile forms on your lips as you push the sheet off your body and crawl over to him. “Do we have the whole day to ourselves, Mr Beresford?” You ask in a teasing tone as you straddle him.

Clay grabs hold of your waist as you settle against him. “We do,” he confirmed as you caressed both sides of his pretty face. “Maybe we can go on that second date? You know, celebrate your new job?”

You squeal quietly and nod, kissing his lips quickly. “I’d love that,” you smile then look down at what you’re wearing. “I don’t have anything to wear, though.”

Clay gives you a squeeze before gently pushing you aside and standing up. “We’ll stop by your place so you can get dressed,” he offered. “Wear something of mine in the meantime.”

You blush and smooth out his shirt on your body. “Wearing your clothes in public?” You gasp. “How scandalous.”

He shook his head as he walked to the door. “I’ll go make sure the house is empty, then we’ll go, okay?”

You nod and he smiled at you before leaving the room. 

With a big, dumb grin on your lips, you stand up and look around his neat room. On the fireplace mantel were a few pictures of Lilith and Joey when he was a bit smaller than he is now, and you felt your heart skip a beat at the one of Clay holding him when he was just a newborn. 

You missed Joey, and were actually looking forward to him coming home from school later. It may be moving too fast, but you could see yourself being with Clay for a long time. You were so into him and knew you were falling for both the Beresford boys, but you were doing so willingly. 

The only real problem was his mom, and even that you couldn’t blame her for. She was just looking out for her son after watching his first relationship fall apart and didn’t want to see him get hurt again. You could respect that.

One day he would tell his mom about you and him, but for now you’d just have to wait. If it meant you got to be with him, then of course you’d wait.

You walk over to his dresser and pull open the drawer with his t-shirts, and you smile at the difference in comparison to his much more formal button ups you were used to seeing him wear. 

You rummage through the options before spying a dark blue shirt, and you reach for it without a second thought. But, as you grabbed it, your eyes landed on the object hidden under it, and you dropped the shirt as your eyes narrowed. 

Picking the object up, you noticed that it was a picture in a frame, but not one of Lilith or Joey. It was of Clay and a brown haired girl, and they were smiling widely as they showed off their matching wedding bands. 

Insecurities immediately flood through you and you stumble away from the dresser as you hold onto the frame with both hands. 

This was her. 

This is Sam, Clay’s ex, and Joey’s mom.

She was pretty. Fuck, she was really pretty, and her picture was in his drawer. 

You tear your eyes away from the frame and bite down on your lip to stop it from quivering. 

You knew about Sam, and you knew about Lilith’s hatred towards her and Clay’s anger towards her, but to see her with him was a bit jarring. 

How could you compare to her when you’ve now just seen how beautiful they looked together? Sam was older, more mature than you are, and she was drop dead gorgeous. How could you compete with that?

You drop the picture onto the bed and look around the room, your eyes narrowing on your dress that was folded on the chair in the corner. 

Blinking away unshed tears, you strip yourself of his shirt and shove it into the laundry basket beside the chair, tugging on the dress you wore last night. 

You weren’t sure why you felt so bad right now, but you suddenly did not want to go on that second date with Clay today. You felt embarrassed and insecure and you wanted to leave as soon as possible.

So you pick up the dark blue shirt and shove it back into the drawer while holding back a dry sob. 

You had no right to be feeling like this; jealous of a person who had Clay long before you did, but you couldn’t help it. Seeing her brought on so many unexpected emotions, none of which you were wanting to feel after a night of drinking. 

Maybe he still loved her and that’s why their wedding picture was in his drawer. Maybe he was just with you in an attempt to get over her. Maybe he didn’t feel the same way about you that you felt about him. Maybe that’s why he was hiding his relationship with you.

You press the heel of your hand against your eyes as you pull open his bedroom door and nearly bump into Clay himself. “Woah,” he laughed as he steadied you. “What’s the rush? They just left.”

Shaking your head, you gently push him away from you and grip your heels in your hand, throwing your purse over your shoulder as you said, “I’m sorry, Clay, I don’t feel well,”

“What?” He asked as you quickly walked down the hallway and away from the very door he had you writhing against not even forty eight hours ago. “Wait. You don’t look good, Y/n, sit for a minute.”

You shake your head again and walk past Joey’s empty room. “I gotta go, I need some air,”

“Y/n,” he called after you, concern evident in his voice, but you just needed to get out. “Baby, wait.”

“I can’t,” you cry as you practically sprint down the stairs. “I can’t, okay?”

Then you were down the second staircase and out the front door before he could catch up with you.

-

Damnit, things were just getting good smh.

[thebearer]

hi e! back again with more carmy shit because i love the way you did my little blurb justice 🥰. i literally just envisioned sydney minding her own business and just recklessly placing carmy in the hot seat cause she knew his ass was gon get it 😂. i’m all in for more dom!carmy so i’d love to keep the idea going that his s/o works for/with/alongside him at the bear with a touch of her giving him her two cents? a little bit of sass to just remind who he’s dealing with 😩. maybe this time around he slipped up on something major (a birthday, anniversary, or something that overall was important to the reader and he put it off because in his mind the bear comes first). she’s been slowly driving him crazy with that silent treatment she’s been doing for the last few days and her less than a few syllabled words when he doesn’t remind her how irked he made her 😂; she’s not mad anymore just disappointed. and anyway basically in a prep for preordered to go’s on lunch rush he’s reading back orders to her and she completely writes him off. i can see him being like exactly how he when he’s not getting when he needs from his staff during a frenzy and flipping tf out. like you know when he repeats himself a second time as if you didn’t hear him the first he means it 😂. tysm in advance! please feel free to do whatever you’d like. i’m writing this at 6 in the morning so many ideas are coming into the fold. i hope you have a great day - 🥣.

ok i did sorta a different-ish take. same idea but i don't write the reader as a chef bc quite honestly i can't relate lmao i'm a horrendous cook lol. but silent treatment yes!! reader works at the bear but not a chef.

"Does anyone know where the extra napkins are? Mindy needs to be settin' tables." Carmen huffed, slamming the empty crate back in the back stock.

"That would be your missus' domain." Richie snickers, elbowing Fak lightly. "Guess you better go ask her, Cousin."

"Yeah? Fuck off. Thought it was your fuckin' job." Carmen grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Me? Fuck no, Cousin. You know who's job it is, c'mon." Richie grinned. "It's your wife, Carm. What? Scared to talk to your wife?"

Carmen sneered, huffing in annoyance, but the truth was... yes, he was a little scared. Especially with how furious you were at him. Carmen was a chronic over worker, barely taking time for himself. It was a constant fight between the two of you, one he'd gotten better at, but still struggled finding that balance. Which normally, you'd be more forgiving about.

Except it was your anniversary.

Carmen left you waiting at home, dressed up with a new lingerie set that he painfully didn't get to enjoy. By the time he got off, taking his time to clean the kitchen, prep for tomorrow's crowd, he looked at his phone and saw your texts and calls, his heart dropping.

You'd been giving him the cold shoulder since then, furious and hurt- or so he assumed, you wouldn't say anything.

Richie found the entire thing hilarious when Carmen told him. "You forgot your fuckin' anniversary? You jagoff, holy shit."

Carmen found it less than amusing. The tension in the restaurant was thick because of the two of you. Everyone teetering around you, but especially Carmen, he was more on edge now.

Pushing the door open to the office, Carmen ducked his head in, seeing you at his desk- your desk, technically, you used it more. "Hey, honey," Carmen's voice was soft, a sweet hum that had your spine straightening. He flinched lightly, stepping towards you. "D'you know where the extra napkins are?"

You didn't reply, simply typing on your laptop, editing a video for the social media page about the upcoming summer specials.

Carmen blinked, barking out your name in a much harsher than he meant to, but it seemed to work. Kinda. Your head whipped around, eyes in a burning glare when they met his, but your lips were still pressed together.

Carmen through his hands out in exasperation. "Are you bein' fuckin' serious with me?"

Richie made his way towards the table where Tina was doing prep, craning his neck to watch. Your lips twisted, glaring harshly at Carmen. Carmen huffed, a hand running over his forehead. "What do you want from me, huh? What? You're just never gonna speak to me again? I forgot, ok? I didn't mean to, I just fuckin' forgot! I was at work!"

You glared at him, feeling Richie's amused gaze from over Carmen's shoulder, the rest of the staff pretending to be busy to hear. "Shut the door." You snapped.

Carmen flinched, shocked. "What-"

"Shut the fuckin' door, now." You snapped, slamming your laptop, turning to face him. Carmen pressed the door shut, ignoring Richie's whines of "c'mon, Cousin, it was just gettin' good!".

The two of you stared, neither being the first to talk, not wanting to break. You huffed, rolling your eyes in annoyance. "You wanted to talk, talk, Carmen. I've got shit to do."

"Hey," Carmen's eyes flashed at you, his tone hard with an edge of warning. "You better watch your-"

"-No, you better watch your mouth with me. Watch what you say to me, Berzatto." You snapped, pointing a finger at him. "This isn't a fuckin' game, alright? I'm mad at you. Actually fuckin' mad at you."

Carmen's stomach turned, swallowing the guilt rising with the bile in his throat. "I... I'm sorry-"

"-Sorry isn't going to work this time, Carmen. It's always sorry. Always I didn't fuckin' mean to, I got busy." You snapped, arms wrapping over your torso. "You always do this, but our anniversary? You forgot our anniversary?"

"No, I didn't forget." Carmen ran a hand down his face. "I got you flowers and-and the bracelet-"

"-And that was very nice, Carmen, but you weren't there." You snapped, the finality in his tone making his rebuttal dissolve in his mouth. The hurt in your eyes, rounding and pitiful, soft and pleading with him. You were angry, but you were hurt, too.

His shoulders deflated, breath leaving his lungs. "You're right," Carmen nodded slowly. "No, you're-you're right, and-and-and I'm... Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby." Carmen said sincerely, eyes shining with sincerity. "I... I got caught up and I-I shouldn't have even been working that day, I just..."

"I know." You muttered, looking down at the desk, a framed picture of the two of you in Copenhagen at your wedding ceremony. Carmen in his suit, you in your dress, happy and smiling with the breathtaking scenery behind you.

Carmen could feel the guilt growing in his chest, palms sweating and heart racing, the panic to fix it- to do something. "How much longer do you have?" Carmen asked, nodding towards your laptop.

"Just a few more things to edit." You looked at your paused work. "Why?"

"Let me... Let me make it right." Carmen sighed, shaking hands fumbling towards his apron.

"Carmen, you can't leave-"

"-Yeah, yeah, I can." Carmen nodded, pulling the door out and calling for Sydney. "Can you cover tonight, Chef?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I can." Sydney nodded.

"I got it too, Cousin-" Carmen shut the door before he could hear Richie's full comment, sure something smart ass would be included.

"Let's go out." Carmen looked at you. "A make up. Please?"

You folded your arms, pouting lightly. "'m not dressed for going out."

"What're you talkin' about? You look beautiful, c'mon." Carmen shook his head lightly at you, shoving his clothes into his bag, pulling out his spare.

You tried not to drool at the sight of his chest. You'd missed him, you really had. It was a shame the lingerie went to waste.

Carmen pulled you out of the restaurant, hand on your waist, holding you close to his side. It wasn't the fancy reservations you'd planned, no Michelin star restaurants with expensive wine. No, instead, he took you to some a rooftop restaurant, one with the vibey aesthetic you always cooed at on Instagram. Sitting and sharing pretzels and greasy food, snuggled into Carmen's side while he ordered dessert. Giggling when he fed you the brownie sundae, tilting your head back with his fingers cradling your jaw lightly. It was simple, romantic, and fun. Made your heart swell, clinging to him the whole way home.

And when you got home? Carmen was in heaven. Letting you show him what he missed a few days earlier.

[photmath]

Goin' Home | Dominik Szoboszlai

Pairing: Dominik Szoboszlai x OC

Summary: Left with no other options, a reluctant Nori drives home with Dominik and Dominik accepts being her date to a wedding.

Word Count: 11k (I got carried away)

Warnings: FLUFF, SLOW BURN, shy Domi, angst, kinda miscommunication trope, lots of dialogue, kissing, mentions of feeling less desired, brief vomit spell, cursing, brief alcohol mention, typos

Note: Nori is only mentioned as having longish hair and that's all, no other PHYSICAL characteristics of her. She/her pronouns.

Nori has a dilemma. With her car deciding to break down on the street and her having to call Trent to come rescue her at a petrol station, she still has no clue how she is getting home. Winter break was just around the corner and they were all set to be back home within a week. Taking the train wasn’t a bad idea, except the most straight shot seemed to be the night train but no one trusts the night train. And don’t even get Nori started with the suggestion of flying. 

Now, Wanda, Nori’s best mate, is trying to convince her to let Dominik drive her home. 

“Just ask Dominik,” Wanda hisses. Nori grabs Wanda’s arm to stop her from opening their reserved study room. Dominik and Camila are already inside going over their last units for their biology exam. 

Nori purses her lips, shaking her head, “No, I think I’ll just wait until the train leaves.” 

Nori and Dominik were not exactly the closest of friends despite being a part of the same friend group. When they were first introduced to each other on Halloween, they hit it off. But then hours later, Dominik slammed a plate full of whip cream into Nori’s face and things haven’t been the same since. 

Wanda rolls her eyes, “You know that’s not a good idea, Nori.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Trent trots up to the two girls, a grin on his face as he opens his arms wide to hug them both, “How’s it going?”

“I’m trying to get Nori to see if Domi can take her home on Friday but she’s not budging,” Wanda sighs. Trent turns towards Nori, his nose bumping into her ear, not realizing how close he is to her. 

He chuckles, letting go of them, “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

“Of course you’d say that,” Nori grumbles, adjusting the part of her jacket sleeve that Trent crumbled.

“You still haven’t forgiven him?”

“I have, it’s just…” she quiets, not daring to admit her problem with Dominik to Trent, one of Dominik’s best friends. 

Trent shrugs, “His family moved to your hometown this year, and he’s driving back so it wouldn’t be out of his way.” 

Wanda eyes narrow as she faces Nori, “Are you still upset? He’s apologized so much since then, and I mean, he’s shown that he’s a good guy.”

“We aren’t close guys,” Nori mutters, finding a different excuse. “And that’s an almost five hour drive.”

“Tryin’ to save you money,” Trent says, gripping Nori’s shoulder assuringly. “If you don’t want to ride with him, then okay, but I can ask him and I’m sure he’ll say yes. Or you can ask him. Either way, he’ll probably say yes.”

“Okay fine,” Nori relents, shrugging off Trent’s arm and opening the door to the study room herself. Dominik’s standing near the white board, clasping the dry-erase marker he has in his hand closed, eyes darting up at the three of them. His eyes linger on Nori’s, a barely-there smile teetering onto his lips.

“Oi,” Trent nods to Dominik, “can you take Nori home on Friday? She lives in your neighborhood.”

Dominik raises his eyebrows in surprise, “What? She does? You do?” Nori’s cheeks grow with heat as she takes a seat next to Camila, giving her a side hug.

“Yeah,” she says casually, looking up at him. “My car is in the shop, but I can just ride the night train—but they wanted me to ask.”

Trent and Wanda roll their eyes while Dominik taps the marker against his hand in a nervous fidget. He lets out a small cough, “Oh…uh, yeah I can give you a ride.”

“Great!” Wanda chimes with exaggeration, Nori ignores it as she pulls out her laptop. Dominik glances at Trent and he gives him a cheeky grin, making Dominik’s cheeks burn red but it’s not like Nori sees it. She hasn’t looked up at him since telling him about her car. And she most likely wasn’t going to look at him again for the rest of the session.

-

Trent waits until the girls leave—well more like gives them a head start to meet them at the ground level of the library because there is no way he was letting them walk in the dark to the car park—to talk to Dominik.

“You should tell her,” Trent says to Dominik.

Dominik blows a raspberry, “She won’t even look at me.”

“Would you after that Halloween party?”

Dominik shoves his laptop into his bag harshly, not even caring if it slips out of its protective sleeve. He tried to get Nori’s attention all session, tried to ask her questions about her studying and help her out, but she wasn’t having it. She never did. It was getting useless to keep trying when she clearly wasn’t interested. 

He sighs, “I already apologized, I didn’t know it was her in that costume. I would have never done that if I knew it was her.” He tugs at his hair, swiping through the dried gel. “Ambushing me by asking if I could take her home, seriously?”

“I did it that way you two could talk. It’s starting to become obvious that you two don’t like each other,” Trent retorts. “I rather not have to listen to another study session with you pathetically attempting to talk to her.”

“She doesn’t like me.”

“Just give her time.”

Dominik shakes his head as he opens the room’s door, holding it open for Trent. “No, she doesn’t like me and I want to stop embarrassing myself. Maybe she had a little crush on me, but it’s gone now. Or maybe she never did.” He rubs the sleepiness out of his eyes with the heel of his hand. He told Trent that Nori was cute, and Trent was reluctant at the beginning, but now he seemed to be serious about playing matchmaker.

“I mean, you hit her kinda hard,” Trent recounts. 

Dominik lets out a loud groan, “Stop bringing it up, I’m already mortified as is. Can we drop it? Because I’m done with whatever this is.”

“No, no, c’mon, Dom,” Trent says, latching onto his shoulder. “One more try.”

“It’s been a month!” Dominik shrieks. “And now this car ride is just going to be awkward—”

“No it won’t.”

Dominik shrugs Trent off of him while entering the lift. Dominik drives his fingers through his hair again, trying to shrug off the humiliation and unease coursing through his body. The night wasn’t done of course, they were going to have a movie night at the girl’s apartment and if it wasn’t for Trent, he knew he wouldn’t have been invited.

Dominik still couldn’t forget the tightness of his chest when he heard Nori crying in his bathroom. Or how hard it was to swallow because his throat had felt as if it was swelling. Trent hadn’t even glanced at him after he struck the paper plate filled with whip cream onto Nori’s face, he was immediately shoving him in order to get to her. The chorus of ooo’s that rang through the room made Dominik chuckle. And that’s all he had thought about it, that he smashed the plate perfectly onto their face. It wasn’t until he went up to his bedroom did he see that they were all crowded in his restroom trying to clean a bloody nose, and that it was Nori sobbing on his sink. Trent didn’t even let Dominik into his own restroom, shutting the door on him, but Dominik could hear the sobs through the door. 

Dominik had met her earlier that day, absolutely awestruck with the way she carried herself throughout the day of the pumpkin patch she organized for the local little kids. He had only known what Trent told him about her, and said that she would come to his “ugly costume” party that night, but he hadn’t seen her that night. At least he thought he didn’t. He didn’t realize she went all out and dressed up as an old, bald man from some reality TV show.

There was a competition that night, in which anyone could pie the ugliest costume. Dominik had gone first—and last—having already picked out Nori’s costume when she walked into the apartment as the one he would pie. He had commented about it being so ugly but also one of the best, and then when Nori least expected it, he pied her. 

Trent pulls Dominik out of his trance, “Are you still coming to movie night?” They exit the lift, spotting the girls waiting for them at the exit with coffees in their hands. 

Dominik glances down, “Yeah.”

Trent bumps into his shoulder, “She’ll forgive you, bro.”

He nods absentmindedly, watching Trent meet up with the girls while he lags behind. 

She shouldn’t, is all Dominik can think of in response. If it was something that still bothered her almost a month and a half later, maybe it was for the best to give her the distance she sought out for. Everyone knew it was Nori underneath the costume, except him, and to do something like that to someone like her, it was criminal. She was sunny, full of energy, and kind. Only cried during sports matches and sad movies. 

Jude’s tall frame jogs towards Dominik, a sloppy grin plastered on his dimpled cheeks, “Hey.”

“Did you finish your assignment?” Dominik asks. In Jude’s hand is his crumpled up writing assignment. 

“Yeah, just in time,” Jude swings his bag around to place the papers inside. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing.” Jude gives him a hard look and Dominik groans, “I’m taking Nori home on Friday.”

Jude gasps, his dark brown eyes widening, “What—really? And she’s okay with that?”

“I’m not sure. Feel like I was her only option.”

Jude chuckles and shakes his head, “One thing about her is that she’ll find a way, so maybe you were the second to last.”

Dominik rolls his eyes, “That’s exactly what I was.”

The two of them don’t catch up to the rest of the group as they walk. Jude lets out another laugh, “It’s funny because you’re usually so cocky and confident, but when I see you with her, it’s like you’re someone else. A kicked puppy that just got thrown out in the rain.”

Dominik glances at him, scoffing, “That’s not true. I just know I make her uncomfortable and I rather her not keep on feeling that way.”

“You don’t make her uncomfort—”

“Yes I do,” Dominik interrupts. “And you and Trent keep saying I don’t, but it’s the truth. You don’t have to make me feel better. I messed up, and I don’t know what would necessarily make her ‘trust’ me again because that was fucked up.”

Jude sighs, slinging his arm across Dominik’s shoulders, “If you made her uncomfortable, you wouldn’t still be here. We would have kicked you out of the group, swear on it. She knows you didn’t know, she’s just still a little hurt. She hadn’t known you for long and that kinda made an impression on her.”

Great, he wanted to mumble to himself. He eyed Nori from the back, her walking freely and at ease with Camila and Wanda. She didn’t care who heard her loud laugh in response to something Wanda said. He knew if he were to join her, she’d become much more reserved and not say a word. 

He shakes his head, exhausted from feeling like shit. He nearly trips over a rock as Jude jogs up to them. Jude’s words helped but didn’t do much to ease the ache in his shoulders.

-

Movie night goes without any hiccups, the girls cuddling up on one sofa while Trent and Jude are in the other. Dominik resorts to sitting on the floor, sandwiched between Trent and Jude’s knees but his mind is far from the movie. Nori can’t help but to glance at Dominik every couple of scenes, his eyes always staring blankly ahead at the coffee table and never the telly. 

Nori doesn’t know how much more she can stomach the idea of him just staring off into space. He doesn’t seem well and her first instinct is to ask him if he is okay. 

After the movie finishes, the two of them get left in the kitchen alone. Dominik washes the dishes while Nori dries them with a towel. Camila and Wanda went to Camila’s bedroom because she needed help with an outfit; Trent and Jude went outside to take the rubbish out. 

Nori can make out Dominik’s tensed shoulders, he hasn’t looked at her the entire night. Not that she was taking count, but, still it was never this tense. 

She sets down the dry plate, gathering another wet dish, blurting, “Are you okay with driving me home?”

His dubious eyes bore into hers immediately, making her look down at her hands. She sees the nod of his head in her peripheral vision. “Yeah, I am okay. Are you okay with it?”

She forces out a smile as she peeks up at him, his gaze already on her mouth. “Mm-hmm, I’m okay with it. I will probably have to pee in the third hour though.”

He lets out a small snort, heart quickening with each response, “We can stop.”

Silence falls between them as he rinses the last bowl of popcorn. She catches herself staring at his hands one too many times, mindlessly watching them as soap suds form around them. He lets out a small chuckle as he catches her, but she plays it off as just waiting for him to finish rinsing the bowl.

“So, why did your family move all the way over there?” she questions.

He shrugs, “Work. My dad works out in the docks, not really sure what he does though, fishing maybe?”

Nori laughs, “Who really knows anyway?”

Dominik cheeses and this time Nori blushes. She can’t remember the last time she’s ever felt this nervous talking to someone. She can’t tell if it’s just from him or the way his eyes seem to soften every time he looks at her. But that’s crazy right?

Dominik hands her the last dish and gives her a gentle smile when her hand accidentally lands on top of his wet hand.

“Sorry,” he nervously chuckles. The dimple hidden in his beard catches Nori’s attention, taking her another selfish second to peer at it as it deepens the more she looks at him. 

Dominik is suddenly grateful that he skipped shaving this morning or else Nori would’ve seen the ruby-red blush spilling onto his cheeks. But Nori’s suddenly blinking rapidly, grabbing the dish from him, drying it off, and then placing it into its spot in the cabinet. Whatever spell she seemed to be in was gone the second Trent and Jude returned from outside, and it had taken Dominik aback at just how quick she flipped.

By the time Dominik turned back to look back at where she was standing by the sink, the space was empty and the sound of her door softly closing seemed to resonate like cymbals crashing in his head. 

She was always so fast when the opportunity to avoid him arose. How stupid of him to think a small conversation in the kitchen would change anything; she was just being nice.  

-

Her palms are grimy with sweat as she waits for Dominik to make his way to the girls’ apartment. Her coat unzipped despite the freezing weather because of how anxious she became once he texted he was on the way. They hadn’t spoken much after movie night, only exchanging waves in class and in the study room. 

And her mother deciding to text her midway doesn’t help ease the shakiness of her hands:

Accidentally wrote down that you’d bring a date for your aunt’s wedding. I tried to change it but the reservations were strict so please try to find someone so they don’t ask about the empty seat beside you. K, I’ll see you when you get here, love you. 

Nori wants to scream, no she actually does scream without realizing Dominik had walked up behind her. 

“You okay?” His voice is fairly calm. 

Turning around to see him, his eyebrows are jutted up in concern. What she doesn’t expect to see is his ungelled hair and trimmed beard. He had been growing a bit of a scruff the past few days but usually he shaved it off completely, never trimmed. And his hair, it was always gelled, always. She didn’t even know his hair was curly when it wasn’t done.

“Uh—yeah, I’m good. My mom texted me.”

He raises his eyebrows again, his mouth opening but then flattening into a smile, “Hah…I understand.” The chilled air makes him tug onto his brown coat tighter as he grabs Nori’s suitcase and holds out his hand for Nori’s backpack. “I got it, you can get it in.”

“Thank you,” she purses her lips into a tight line while giving him her bag. She hops into his very expensive black Range Rover that makes her feel a little out of place.

Dominik loads up her suitcase without much strain and then rounds to the driver seat. After adjusting the controls of the car, he starts the drive, glancing towards Nori every couple of seconds.

“If you want to change the air, go ahead, just click that,” he points to a button. Nori doesn’t even pay attention, distracted with the ring on his finger. Seriously, who was he right now? Has he always worn a ring? Rings?!

“Um, okay.”

He lets out a snort, “You don’t have to be so tense. I’m a safe driver.”

“Sorry, I don't think you’re a bad driver if you get that impression,” she murmurs, furrowing her eyebrows slightly but then gaining her voice, “I’ve never been in a car with you driving anyway. I have no idea.”

He nods his head, “I will be extra careful.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that,” she ends the awkward exchange with just that, slightly scooting away from him. 

Her mother’s text still rang through her head, knowing she had no one to bring along. Most of her close friends at home were going to be either out of town or with family and she didn’t want to rope them into her own family affairs.

She lets out a low scoff as her phone vibrates in her hand. Dominik chooses to ignore it instead of commenting. Meanwhile, another text from her mom:

Bring a boy this time? I’d love to see you with one of those boys from your school. 

She couldn’t hold in the dramatic eye roll and locking of her phone as she rested her head against the headrest. They hadn’t even been driving for two minutes and she was already stressed.

“Did you forget something?”

“No.”

“Something is wrong?”

“No.”

Dominik glances at her and then shakes his head briefly, opting out of asking her another question that would go unanswered. Shuffling through his cup holder, he grabs a wooden toothpick and sticks it in between his teeth, hastily turning up the music. 

This was useless, he reminded himself.

About an hour into the drive, Dominik can’t take the silence anymore. It was tense and way too awkward for two ‘friends.’ Every song seemed to be wrong that he kept skipping them, and it was starting to annoy Nori. She wasn't going to say anything but at that moment she wished she had her headphones.

Dominik cuts the music, “Can we talk?”

Nori looks at him, her face full of apprehension, “Yeah.”

“I know you said you forgive me for what happened on Halloween, and I really am sorry, but I don’t think you have actually…forgiven me.” He takes his chance to look at her and almost winces at her shocked expression. He licks his lips, “I’m sorry about that night. I didn’t—I didn’t think it was you—”

“Dominik,” she interrupts. “I know. I do forgive you.”

He rests his hand on the bottom of the wheel as he sinks further into his seat, “But you ignore me like…like you hate me or don’t ever want to see me again.”

Nori bites onto her tongue before she spits out anything rash. She lets out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry I acted that way around you. I have been hesitant to forgive you because that was kinda humiliating. Camila had to dig whip cream out of nose with a cotton swab and I bled all over Trent’s costume.”

He throws his head back with a muffled groan, “I’m sorry.”

A spurted laugh erupts out of Nori as she slaps her hand over her jaw. Dominik’s shocked face only makes her turn away, trying to stifle her laugh. 

“Nori?”

“I’m sorry,” she quiets and then bursts into another fit of laughter. “It’s okay to laugh, it was disgusting but it hurt so much. My nose was in so much pain that we went to the doctor’s just to make sure it wasn’t broken.”

Dominik frowns again, not knowing that they took her to the doctor’s office. Even though this was probably the first time Dominik has made her laugh, he still felt guilty. But what really causes his heart to lurch is the brush of Nori’s hand on his arm while she attempts to stop her giggling. He has to grip the steering wheel tighter.

“Okay, okay,” she stops and turns towards him. Her hand is still touching the fabric of his sweater, making him swallow.

“Okay?”

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever noticed you with your hair not done. Who are you trying to impress?” Nori nudges and Dominik stares at her in bewilderment. He can’t believe who was in the car with him right now. She wasn’t at all the Nori he had been around with, but she was the kind around Camila and Wanda. He only recognized it because he had seen her like this when he would be standing behind them in line waiting for class but they hadn’t noticed him yet. 

He suppresses a smile, proud to finally get on what seems to be her good side. A nervous feeling erupts through his stomach as he turns back to the road, “Um, no one. I’ve had it like this before, but you didn’t notice it.”

“I would have noticed.”

“Would you though?” he looks at her with a sly smirk, one that makes her cheeks grow warm immediately. He chuckles, “Didn’t think so.”

A wistful smile forms on his face after she removes her hand from him, her warmth leaving the spot feeling cold.

“So, we are good?” he questions.

Nori nods, “Yes, Domi, we’re good. You know, you should style your hair like that more often, I like it.”

He has to look out of his mirror to play off the smile that creeps onto his face, but Nori notices it. 

-

During the third hour, Dominik pulls over to a petrol station so that Nori could relieve herself while he fills his tank. But judging by the dingy white exterior of the building, he advises her to wait for him. 

“It’s fine, I can go by myself.”

“Just wait,” he calls out, shutting the door. Nori huffs while opening her door and hopping out, stretching out her limbs and walking towards where Dominik was. His dark brows furrow at her, his tongue peeking out between his lips, “You’re gonna freeze.”

“So I should go pee now then.”

“Or get back in the car.”

She groans, “I’m going to go pee.”

“Nori,” he warns, his voice laced with finality. His gaze is hard, jaw clenched, and maybe that look would’ve worked on someone else but Nori is too stubborn. The second Dominik turns his back to her, she’s off trotting into the store. Him too oblivious to notice.

Nori beelines to the restrooms while Dominik frantically hurries up, cursing at himself because the pump decided to take forever. Ultimately, he leaves it running and jogs inside. He figures she is still using the restroom because he couldn’t have been that long but then he hears a yelp. At some point while Nori was grabbing a coffee, a man with a bearded braid appeared behind her and grabbed ahold of her elbow. When she went to pull her arm back, his grip only tightened.

She doesn’t even have time to say something because he’s pried off of her and then shoved into the coffee machine seconds later.

“Holy—” she gasps at Dominik’s demeanor. She can only make out a glimpse of his hooded dark eyes because he steps in front of her. His hand scrambles for hers and clasps tightly with her fingers, not even slotting his hand correctly into hers. He wasn’t going to let her slip out of his grasp this time. 

But Nori can’t see the lunge the man made towards Dominik, only Dominik’s free arm suddenly swinging across his body. Then one of the workers yells at the two of them and they quickly scatter outside.

“Did you just punch him?” She yells as they go flying through the doors.

“I said wait for me!”

“He was like 50 years-old!”

“Does that matter?” he shrieks, his grip on Nori’s wrist is tight even though he can feel her tugging away. Nori can tell by his pinched eyebrows that he’s ticked off, and despite Nori trying to play it off, she flinched when he raised his voice. Dominik sighs, loosening his grip and rubbing her wrist with his thumb. “Did you use the restroom?”

She nods, “Yeah, and your lip, it’s bleeding.”

Dominik touches his bottom lip with his hand, feeling the warmth spread onto his fingertips. He curses and ushers the two of them back into his car. He quickly undoes the petrol pump and gets inside. Nori is uncrumpling a wad of napkins from her jacket, making him chuckle.

“Really?”

“Here,” her eyes widen as the blood seems to be oozing out. There was even some blood coating the bottom row of his teeth. She doesn’t give him the napkins, instead leans over the console and presses the napkins to his lips. 

Dominik’s cheeks flush at her being close, but also at the look she’s giving him. She’s worried but focused on the task. The corner of her bottom lip is tucked into her mouth as she concentrates on dabbing the cut. 

“He hit you?”

“Scratched me,” he draws out. His voice is hoarse and throaty, Nori looks up at him. His eyelids flutter as she makes eye contact; it isn’t very noticeable, but Nori wasn’t going to miss something like that. Especially not when his brown eyes seemed to be gleaming with the reflection of the light on his dashboard. 

His Adam’s apple bobs, “Did he hurt you?”

“No,” she assures. “I’m sorry for not listening to you. I should’ve waited.”

“It is okay.” He attempts to give her a smile but half of it is covered from the napkin. She draws the napkin away and for the most part the bleeding has stopped.

Nori notices his bright pink knuckles and bends down to give them a better look. They didn’t look too swollen but the skin was cracking with tiny red dots. 

“I’m fine,” he says, noticing the way her eyes squint.

“I have lotion.”

“What?”

She shuffles around in her purse, “It’s moisturizer, won’t take the pain away but perhaps some of the crackiness.”

He lets her trace her fingers over his knuckles, his lips tugging into a smile at her gentle touch. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” she looks up at him. She hadn’t realized how close she was to him, their faces only inches apart. She drops her gaze to his lips—to his cut—and he shamelessly looks down at hers. He wants to lean in and kiss her, imagining himself slotting his hand on her neck. She isn’t sure what she is focusing on: his lips or his cut. 

Either way, he was handsome this close up that she chokes on her own spit as the realization dawns on her. The sound of a car honking behind them also sends her flying back into her seat.

-

By the time they arrive at her house, they go through Dominik’s entire playlist. It’s entirely in Hungarian but she doesn’t mind. They chat some more along the way about their plans for the break; Dominik most likely helping out his dad on the docks and Nori getting through this wedding.

Noticing her mom’s car parked in front of her house, she silently prays that her mom doesn’t come trodding out of the house to meet them. She has always done it before so Nori shouldn’t have expected anything different when her mom comes out waving with an identical smile as Nori’s.

“Sorry,” Nori whispers to Dominik as he hauls her luggage from the boot of his car. Before Nori can respond, she is pulled into a bone-crushing hug from her mother. 

“Nori-baby, I’ve missed ya’,” she cheeses. “OH! You brought a boy! Is this the boy?”

Dominik’s facial expression lights up with a smile as he introduces himself. Nori doesn’t even have time to clarify her relation to him before her mother gives him a hug. Dominik gives Nori a confused but cheery grin as he bends down to rest his head on her shoulder briefly.

“Call me Nat. Oh come on, it must be cold,” she beckons. “Come come, so I can show you the right shade of blue for the wedding. I already bought your dress but I’m sure he’ll need a matching tie.”

Her mother grabs Nori’s hand and Nori peeks back at Dominik while getting dragged inside. He laughs, a gust of wind blowing through his curls as his head falls back. Her luggage is tucked in his hand, backpack swung across his shoulders, jogging up to catch up to them. He wasn’t in a rush to get home anyway, after all, he realized his home was just two streets over.

Her house is taller than it is wide, much different than his, but it’s a traditional home with her neighbors at arm’s length apart. Brown furniture with holiday decorations cluttering the living spaces but it feels cozy. There’s a skinny staircase tucked into the corner that he assumed led to Nori’s bedroom. 

Nori pries her hand away from her mom as she says, “How about you go get the dress while I help Dom with my stuff?”

Her mother nods and Nori finds Dominik in the living room looking around. His eyes linger on a photo of her younger self, his head snapping in her direction when he hears her shoe scape against the floor. 

“Hey,” he smiles.

“Sorry about this. If you need to leave, go ahead.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay. She’s kinda like you,” he says and she smiles. “And I’m not in a rush or anything.”

Although Nori wishes he was. She nods, “Hmm, okay, well let’s just take this to my room.” She pats the suitcase and then stretches her arm out for her backpack. He hands it towards her and follows her upstairs, careful to not let the suitcase hit the picture frames that are plastered on the wall.

“Cute house,” he chuckles.

“Shut up.”

“It is cute. A lot of pictures of you.”

“Please stop looking.”

“You were cute,” he says but she knows he isn't finished. “I wonder what happened.”

She turns towards immediately, making him clutch onto the rail as he peers up at her, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I’m going to push you down the stairs if you say something again.”

“You wouldn’t,” he taunts. 

“Dominik.”

“Nori.” That stupid smirk sandwiched between his dimples only grows as each second of silence ticks by. She rolls her eyes, turning around and going to her bedroom. 

Dominik speaks again, “I know you said something about the wedding, but your mom—”

“She thinks you’re my date.”

“Your date?” He raises his eyebrows, leaning against her bookshelf. His tall frame next to the column of romance and erotica books make her cheeks warm. No boy had ever stepped into her room and she could only pray that he wouldn’t get curious and start looking at the book titles.

She sighs, “During the car ride, she told me to bring a date for the wedding and I got upset because she told me at the last minute, especially when everyone already has plans to be with their family. And then she texted again to bring a boy this time. I usually rope in Trent during these situations but I know he’s busy.”

Dominik nods, crossing his arms, “So she thinks it’s me?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Okay,” he shrugs. “When is the wedding?”

“Wait, you can’t be serious. I was just going to tell her the day of that I couldn’t find a date—”

“I can do it,” he repeats as if it were no big deal. “I have a gray suit at home, probably do need a blue tie though.”

“Dominik—”

“When is the wedding?” Nori’s jaw juts open when he walks towards her with a smirk. He stops when he’s only two steps away.

“Um, in three days.”

“Okay. I’ll be here then.”

“You don’t have to do this.”

He shrugs again, “It’s just a wedding, they are fun.”

-

They are fun.

That’s what Dominik said about the wedding but Nori wants to vomit. Her hair hadn’t come out the way she envisioned, and her makeup seemed to be wanting to torment her every step. It didn’t want to blend correctly, didn’t want to shine, didn’t want to give her a spark. It was all a mess. Her dress zipper now getting stuck was going to be her final straw. Really. It was. 

She lets out a shaky breath as the rapping of a knock comes from her bedroom door. She doesn’t have the energy to reply ‘one second,’ just wanting to bask in the silence.

But it doesn’t last long because Dominik’s heavy books come trodding in. Looking up at the mirror, Nori watches his confused eyes search the entirety of her bedroom, concern growing through his facial expression, before he finally lands on her figure through the gap of the restroom door. His relief is short-lived because he notices the way she’s hunched over the sink, knuckles taut as she grips the other edges of it.

“Don’t,” she warns as a wave of nausea hits her. His blue tie slides off one shoulder as he rushes to her side.

“We have to leave in ten minutes.”

“I need a minute.”

The entirety of her dress is unzipped from the back, making him gulp. The top of what seemed to be lacy underwear caught his attention that he—

“Dominik.”

“Sorry,” he looks up at her, his cheeks flushing red. “Sorry. Uh—do you need help?”

“I’m about to throw up.”

“What?”

“Go away,” she groans. “This is going to be gross.”

“You’re sick?”

“Will you just listen to me?” she pleads and Dominik stops at the desperation of her voice.

He looks at her through the mirror, her eyes beady and only then did he realize how exasperated she looked. “What?”

“Get me a glass of water, please. Downstairs.”

He nods, tossing his tie onto her bed as he rushes out. He has no idea where the cups are stored and opens nearly all of the cabinets until he finds them. Grabbing some ice, and then pouring water into it before heading back upstairs.

The sink is running by the time he returns to her bedroom. He sets the glass down next to her and gawks at her hair pulled up with a clip.

“Did you…?” he asks, voice full of concern.

She nods, grabbing the glass and gulping it down immediately. “Thank you.” Fanning herself with her hand, she explains, “I’m stressed out. I don’t ever throw up because I’m stressed unless it’s really bad and this morning has just not been a good morning.”

“How can I help?”

Nori’s vision clears, finally being able to take in his look. His hair is gelled and combed, beard trimmed, and—is that a slit in his eyebrow? She furrows her eyebrows and turns away, feeling bile rise in her throat. 

“God, that is disgusting.”

“What?” He steps towards her but she holds out her hand. Her hand slips underneath his suit jacket and lands on his stomach. 

“That line in your eyebrow.”

“It’s not that bad,” he mumbles. She couldn’t be serious, he had worked on the eyebrow slit for half an hour.

“Dom.”

He erupts into a laugh, “Did that—did that make you gag?”

She looks up at him again and on cue, gags. 

He laughs loudly, “I know I should be offended but I’m not.”

“Stop looking at me.”

“Well don’t look at me then if you’re going to keep gagging.”

“Why would you do that to your pretty face?”

He blushes, stuttering, “You think I’m pretty?”

“Everyone does.”

“Yeah, but…not pretty. Hot, maybe.”

“God, don’t get full of yourself.”

He lets out a giddy laugh, “You called me pretty. C’mere.” Dominik slips the hand on his abdomen to his waist and wraps his arms across her shoulders.

“I’m going to puke!”

“No, you aren’t,” he chuckles, his laugh vibrating in her ear.

Nori pulls her head away from Dominik’s chest so that her makeup doesn’t transfer onto him. She gets a glance of her still unzipped dress from the mirror and groans.

Once she pulls away, she turns around, “Can you help?”

Dominik’s easiness and cockiness immediately diminishes. He isn’t sure where he can pinch her dress that isn’t below her bum, but he was going to have to. He gulps as his fingers brush her zipper, trying to ignore the white thin material of her underwear. 

Nori isn’t in a better state, having held her breath since she turned around. The feeling of his fingers brushing the back of her thigh riddled her body with goosebumps and an unfamiliar feeling pooled in her stomach. 

And god did he take his time zipping up the dress. He goes painfully slow as he inches the zipper higher and higher. By the time he’s finished, Nori fans herself again and Dominik, without thinking, blows air onto the nape of her neck to cool her down. He watches as the goosebumps ghost her skin and smiles. His eyes meet hers and the way she looks in the dress makes him choke. 

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she spins around, trying to forget the feeling of his cool breath on her neck. It makes her feel tingly inside and after the hectic morning and vomit, she doesn’t need that feeling. “I’m going to brush my teeth and then we can leave. You, uh, you look good too, despite that.” She points up to his eyebrow with a teasing smile, he snorts. 

It was intrusive to cut his eyebrow again. He hadn’t done it in a couple of years but after seeing a couple of old photos back at home he decided to give it another shot this morning. After Nori’s reaction, he was never going to do it again.

“I’ll wait in your room,” he whispers. Nori quickly meets him after she’s done and takes the tie that he fiddles around with. He grumbles, “I don’t think I’m doing it right.”

“You aren’t,” she responds and a lazy smile falls onto his face as she stands in front of him. Her hair is down and styled in a way she had rarely done it. He had seen it once before at a banquet, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her that entire night.

Nori tugs him closer with his tie, making him tumble towards her, “Woah.” His comment goes ignored as she slots the tie into the knot she created, pushing it up towards his neck, he places his hand over hers to take over.

“I’m not sure how tight you want it.”

“Thank you,” he smiles. He looks down at her and a giddy but nervous laugh escapes out of him. He watches the way her eyebrow twitches with amusement. “Okay, are you ready?”

The two of them race out the house in order to make it to the venue on time. He opens his car door for her while she gives him instructions. The more she thought about it, she wasn’t sure what to introduce Dominik as. They still hadn’t discussed what the plan was except him already being labeled as her ‘date’ by her mother.

But she doesn’t have much time to ponder because they arrive with two minutes to spare before the doors of the church close. Dominik takes her hand and jogs while Nori tries her hardest not to break her ankles in the heels she wore. Dominik’s roaring laugh ring through her ears as he leads her down the corridor. 

They sit down in the back but Dominik won’t stop laughing despite slapping his hand over his mouth. Nori hit him on his arm to shush him, but it only made him lean closer to her as he stretched his arm around behind her. Nori’s hand settles more on his thigh than hers but she’s too nervous to move it, not like Dominik minds her touch anyway.  

After the exchange of the vows, they get up to take the walk to the reception and Dominik instinctively holds out his arm for Nori to wrap hers inside. Nori’s mother finds them midwalk, “Oh, look at the two of you, how cute! Come come, I need to introduce you to some family.”

Nori wants to protest that they should wait until they are inside but she is sent flying by her mother’s grip. Dominik’s tumbling right beside her, chuckling in her ear. 

As predicted, Nori’s mother introduces Dominik as Nori’s ‘boyfriend,’ and Nori would’ve corrected her but Dominik is so smitten to meet Nori’s family, taking their hands and greeting them with a bright smile. Nori wants to throw up. He is playing the role so well, slipping his fingers into hers and pulling her close after meeting her family.

After they finish, Dominik leans down towards her ear, “Your family is nice.”

“And they all think we’re dating,” she sasses.

“What is wrong with that?” He pulls out her seat for her and scoots his seat closer to her. 

“Nothing,” she says. “Except when they ask about you again, I’ll have to tell them we broke up.”

He clutches his chest, “You are breaking up with me at a wedding?”

Nori breaks out into a laugh as Dominik feigns hurt. “You’re right, I probably shouldn’t say those words at a wedding.”

He chuckles, next time he would her boyfriend and it wouldn’t be just for a day. He slings his arm over her chair and smirks to himself. 

Two hours and a meal and a couple of drinks later, Nori and Dominik were on the dancefloor dancing as if her dress wasn’t centimeters away from having a mishap. Dominik tried to get her to slow down but she was having too much fun with her cousins and some of her aunts dancing. She wasn’t drunk or tipsy, but she had some alcohol in her that Dominik had thought otherwise. She was just excited to dance, that’s all.

“I have to pee,” she yells into his ear as he slides his hand against her waist. He nods and leads her towards the restroom, both of their shoes clacking against the floor. “Are you having a good time?”

The purple glowing lights against his diamond earring has her staring at him for longer than usual. A line of sweat lingers near his temple, his proximity almost overwhelms Nori but also gives her a sense of comfort.

“Yeah I am, they have pálinka.”

“What’s that?”

“Hungarian alcohol.”

“Oh,” she opens the door and holds it open for him. It was a single-use restroom. “You can drink more if you want, I don’t mind driving us back.”

He nods, “I should be sober by then.” It goes without saying when Nori pulls her hair up and turns around in front of him for him to unzip her dress. He does so and exits the restroom, waiting until he hears a small voice that she was done. He had only been out there for a couple of minutes but the air seemed to shift once he came back in. 

Nori’s dress is still unzipped and her back exposed as she leans over the sink. But her gaze. Her gaze is hard as she looks at him through the mirror, making him gulp as he locked the door. He treks slowly and stops barely a foot away from her. 

“You look so good in that black,” she comments. He brushes off the blush he feels because he can do flirting. He can flirt, right?

“I like the way you dance,” he replies.

“What do you like about it?”

“You dance so,” he glances down at her shoulder, “carefree. Not caring what other people think. It’s beautiful, the way you look so happy. I mean, your dress was almost falling but you fixed it and kept going.”

She laughs and he swears he feels his knees buckle. Her eyes gleam within the mirror and it makes him so unsteady that he masks it by zipping her dress. His nimble fingers delicately pinch the material and drag the zipper to the top. Nori leans back, bare shoulders pressing into his chest. His hands rest on her hips as he hesitantly looks up at the mirror. 

“I’ve never—” she stops abruptly, Dominik gives her waist a squeeze for encouragement. He rests his chin against her shoulder, Nori not even fazed with his prickly beard or trying to reel away. “I’ve never…been kissed before.”

He wasn’t sure what he expected to hear but it certainly wasn’t that. The confusion is etched on his face he pulls back and looks down at her, “What? But—” It wasn’t even her age, it was that she was so beautiful. That all he would overhear were guys trying to ask her out. Asking Trent, and even him once, if they could ask her out or knew if she was single. Dominik knew that Trent never shot down a guy’s pursuit either, letting them know to go ahead, heck, he would say the same thing.

She shakes her head, “It’s never bothered me because who would I even kiss? But today my cousins were all telling me how hot you were and that of course I’d bag someone who's ‘so hot’ because I’m ‘so pretty.’ And I kinda found it all so foolish because you and I aren’t dating, and they know I’ve never kissed someone so they think I’ve done it all now…I’m starting to feel a little guilty for lying.”

Dominik steps towards her again, his hands firm on her hips, standing up straight. He feels like he needs to exude some kind of confidence so that it transfers to her. 

Nori speaks before he can, “I know I’m pretty—that sounds really dumb, but I know that I’m—that I’m okay, but still.” Dominik watches the way her shoulders droop and he impatiently waits for her to finish talking. He didn’t like listening to her beat herself up about something. She continues, “I’ve never had a boyfriend. Never been on a date. Never even held hands! And I know it’s foolish, but my cousins would be the first to know and I’m almost certain they know I’m lying.”

“Okay, wait,” Dominik interrupts the second Nori pauses. “Just wait. You are beautiful, super—like—I can’t even think in English—beautiful. Any guy would be lucky just to even get a glance in their direction from you. Any guy. You know Trent and I, guys come up to us all the time to ask about you and we tell them to just go talk to you.” Dominik’s words were coming out so fast as he tried to stop Nori from feeling bad. “And your cousins, I’m sorry for making you lie to them. I can apologize to them, make it clear that we haven’t done anything.” 

Nori rests her head against Dominik collar bone again, her mind forming more thoughts than she can keep up with. Somehow, Dominik’s words disappointed her. It didn’t make her feel wanted. She had heard about guys coming up to Trent, some made it her way but they were never ‘great’ guys. And despite Dominik’s efforts, it only made her feel worse. 

‘Any guy,’ but not necessarily him.

Oh. Oh, she’s going to vomit. That’s what it was. It was Dominik who was making her feel so nervous, so dizzy, the reason her stomach fumbled, and the reason she seemed to want to clench her thighs when he touched her. 

Nori pushes his hands off of her, forcing herself to get off of him. She ignores Dominik’s confused face in the mirror, looking down at the faucet instead. She couldn’t think of Dominik that way, not when he made it clear that he didn’t see her that way.

“Nori?” His voice is soft, so low that she thinks she imagines it. “Are you okay?”

“Can you leave?”

Dominik feels heat creep behind his neck, “What?”

“Can you leave?”

He fumbles over her fragile voice, his heart skipping a beat. He wants to comfort her, wants to ask her what’s wrong—

“Dominik, please, can you leave?”

“Yeah,” he sputters out. “Yeah, I uh, I can.”

He stumbles out of the restroom, bumping into someone on his way out. It’s an old family friend of Nori’s, a guy around their age. 

“Dominik, right?” he asks, and Dominik’s mind is so clouded from Nori’s sudden change of emotion that he can barely muster a nod. “I’m Danny. Nori’s old friend.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dominik mumbles, clasping Danny’s outstretched hand.

Danny pulls Dominik’s hand, forcing Dominik right into Danny’s ear, “So, was it a good fuck?” Danny whispers.

Dominik pushes him off, “What?”

“C’mon, we all saw you go in there with Nori.”

“What the fuck—”

“We had bet y’all wouldn’t last until the night,” Danny nods to a group of guys and Dominik’s stomach churns. Danny holds out his hand for Dominik to clasp, and Dominik can barely think as he weakly takes Danny’s hand. “The way she had your hands on you, you just won me a twenty.”

Danny walks away and Dominik restrains himself from following him and the group. The boys clap Danny once he returns, raising their glasses at Dominik. 

He thinks about storming up towards them, grabbing them by the collar and telling them to leave Nori alone, and he turns in their direction, head hot as he sees them laugh, but the restroom door opens and Nori comes out, looking surprised to see Dominik still there. She gives him a curt smile and walks off.

That small exchange clears Dominik’s rage. 

He follows her down the corridor but the second she walks onto the dancefloor, he loses sight of her. Too many bodies to make out where she went, he heads to the bar.

Seriously, what the fuck was going on? 

-

“Drive safe,” Nori’s mother says to Dominik. Nori hasn’t mumbled a word since she entered his car. Her heels are in her hands as she peers out the window.

And he really has no idea what he’s doing. One second they were good, the next, Nori is turning away from him after avoiding him the rest of the night.

Nori, on the other hand, just wanted to rip this dress off. It felt too suffocating, poking her in all the wrong places, and too tight, like the lies she buried herself into. Her cousins believed her, but she would soon have to tell them the truth. She couldn’t stomach lying to them for more than a day. Besides her cousins, her aunts and uncles would come up to her during the dance and tell her how they were so happy Nori met someone and that he was making her happy. It was sickening.

As Dominik pulls up her driveway, he debates on following her inside, “Do you need help taking off your dress?”

Nori glances at him, her exhausted eyes make his throat hitch. She nods, grumbling, “What do you think?”

She hops out of his car and he huffs as he turns it off, following closely behind her, “You know, I don’t really know what to think right now. I’m so confused that I—I’m just really fucking lost right now, Nori.”

Nori doesn’t look at him as she keys her front door. She opens it wide enough for Dominik to follow behind her. His hair is ruffled and his blue tie and suit jacket long gone. Hairs peak out through his unbuttoned shirt, and Nori would’ve ogled if she wasn’t so damn exhausted and over with it for the night.

She walks upstairs silently, his heavy footsteps a step away from hers.

“I met Danny.”

Nori freezes, slowly turning towards Dominik, “What?”

“After I left the restroom, I bumped into him. He thinks we had sex.”

“And what did you say?” She crosses her arms. The two of them stand in the upstairs corridor, Dominik leaning against the staircase post.

“I didn’t get to say anything because he walked away so fast.”

Nori swallows, knowing that Danny would spread a rumor to anyone who heard and she certainly didn’t want her mom hearing that she—allegedly—hooked up with Dominik in the bathroom at her aunt’s wedding.

“Look, I’m sorry for what I said in the restroom,” Dominik rubs his hand on his face. “I don’t know if that made you upset, and if it did I’m sorry.”

Nori nods, realizing her silence was only confusing Dominik more and that wasn’t necessarily fair after all he had done for her in the past couple of days, “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize.”

“Was it something I said?” He walks towards her, sticking his hands through his hair.

She nods again, looking at his chest instead of his eyes. She coughs, “I don’t want just any guy.”

“Oh,” he pauses. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

She turns towards her bedroom and pulls her hair up with her hands, Dominik follows behind her. He peels down the zipper again for the final time of the night, a somber feeling in the air.

“You, um, you look really pretty in the blue,” he comments. “My favorite color on you by far.”

Nori feels her throat tighten, the urge to turn around and just spit it out at him forms but she doesn’t. He’s saying all the right stuff, but what, means it all as a friend?

“Dominik,” she blurts, surprising herself as she turns around. She couldn’t keep a secret for long anyway. His eyebrows raise, falling slightly when she doesn’t respond. He stands there, waiting for her to say something but she doesn’t.

Dominik would rather dig himself into a hole and never come up than to be in this awkward, uncomfortable bedroom. He takes a step back, fists shoving into his pockets, “Have a good night, Nori.”

Nori decides within that moment that she isn’t going to let the awkwardness linger for another day, but she also feels her heart shatter.

“Is that what it is?” Nori asks, catching Dominik off guard at how loud but shaky her voice is. “Everyone thinks I’m pretty but no one sees me as—” She stops suddenly.

Dominik’s eyebrows pinch together, “As what?”

“Desired.” Dominik’s eyes grow wide but Nori continues, “No one wants me. No one wants to have sex with me unless what, it’s a bet? Yeah I heard that conversation, Dominik, why did you leave that part out?”

He isn’t even sure what to respond to first, but he’s gasping for some kind of dignity, “I—”

“I mean you certainly didn’t deny it, and so what, were you ever going to tell me?”

“Wait, I didn’t bet on you,” he corrects.

“I know you didn’t, but you didn’t correct Danny. After I had just told you I had never been kissed, do you seriously think I’ve had sex before?”

Dominik freezes, “He caught me off guard, Nori. I was already so confused after leaving the restroom. You—after I said what I said, you got upset, and it made me confused. Then I run into him and it’s like I can’t even understand what he’s saying. I swear all I could think about was punching him and I couldn’t think of words.”

“Punching?”

“Are you kidding? After what he did, Nori? Making a bet with his friends?” Dominik nearly flaps his arms. “I was going to do it. Was about to walk towards them too, but then you opened the door.”

Nori stares at him quietly, trying to connect the dots while Dominik sighs, almost too exhausted to plead his case too. It was nearing four in the morning, and Dominik would love to spend more time with Nori, but not like this. Not when they’re both seconds of being frustrated with each other.

And Nori would feel embarrassed after just telling him that she’s a virgin, that she feels less-desired, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t know why, but she doesn’t feel that way in front of him.

“Thank you,” she sighs. “For not going punching him and causing a scene, but also for your words.”

He winces, “Not like they seemed to help much.”

“Yeah, but, it was thoughtful.”

Dominik doesn’t feel right leaving her after the conversations they shared, it doesn’t seem like everything that needed to be said had been said.

He scratches his neck, almost groaning at the words that find his brain because he knows he can’t convey them in a better way, “I…you know how you said no one wants you?”

Nori flops on her bed and buries her head with her hands, “God, that sounds so pathetic”

“What?” Dominik comes up to her and drops to his knees slowly. He doesn’t care about how much her wooden floors seem to make his knees ache, just that she would listen to his words.

“It was so dumb—”

“No it wasn’t,” Dominik says, his voice firm. “It wasn’t. Look, we haven’t necessarily been on the best of terms, and when we do, it feels like we sometimes go back to square one, but I like you, Nori. Not in the friend way, in the ‘I want you to be mine one day’ way.”

Nori’s throat bobbles as she peeks at him through her hands. He lets out a nervous chuckle, gently prying her hands from her face and clasping their hands together.

“I’ve liked you since the day we met, which hasn’t been great since you’ve ignored me the past month after I almost broke your nose—” Nori laughs and Dominik’s chest squeezes at his confession but also her joy. “I’ve been trying to make it up since then. I just didn’t want to make you feel pressured, it’s why I hadn’t made a move. First, I didn’t want you to feel like you owe me something after I gave you a ride. You don’t, nothing at all. And then after telling me you haven’t been kissed before, I backed off because I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Nori feels the tears well up in her eyes, blinking them away before they can spill. Dominik’s gentle eyes bounce between hers, his thumbs stroking her the mountains of her knuckles.

“Thank you,” she musters. If he was going to be honest, she needed to too. “I got upset in the restroom because I realized I liked you. It was right after you said that any guy would be lucky to be looked at by me, and I got upset because it wasn’t you.”

Dominik chuckles, “I’m the luckiest guy right now, looking right at you.”

Nori laughs, wiping the tear that fell, and then wrapping her arms over Dominik’s shoulders, burying her head into his neck. He hugs her back, his hands slipping through her unzipped dress and landing on bare skin.

“Thank you for giving me another chance,” he presses his lips to her temple gingerly, leaving a chaste kiss on her skin before squeezing her tighter. He kisses her exposed shoulder a few times.

Nori pulls away from the hug and Dominik raises one, questioning eyebrow at her. It’s the eyebrow with the slit and for whatever reason, Nori finds that as the cutest thing she’s ever seen in that moment. She chuckles, kissing his slitted eyebrow. His eyes narrow as smiles, cheeks bubbled up in Nori’s hands.

And she does it, she presses her lips against his and it’s fast. Very quick and nervous. Dominik’s laugh vibrates underneath her hands as he bats his eyes bashfully, “Nori…maybe a little longer wouldn’t hurt.”

She nods, initiating the next kiss as his hands relax at her waist. He wasn’t going to make the next move, only wait for her. Her lips are still hesitant when they meet his, and his lips part in a smile. She giggles, finding more confidence to press her lips harder against his and Dominik has to stand up in order to not fall back, but god he’s been waiting for months for this moment.

She pulls away, “How was that?”

“Better,” he cheeses, pecking her nose. He sits down beside her on her bed, “So, our first date, I was thinking about a night by the docks? At the restaurant that’s there?” Nori listens to his next words but she’s so infatuated with the way he speaks, the way he’s so emphatically enthused and passionate. “Oh! And we can hold hands as we walk down them.”

She chuckles, slipping her hands into his and pecks his cheek, “Okay. I’m excited for it, but can you please help me out of this dress now?”

-

Nori had no idea what she was doing or if she was walking in the right direction. Their first date wasn’t until a couple of days laters but Nori had to see Dominik. And the docks, they were so windy, the wind battering her hair as she walked alongside the pier. She had seen so many, so many different boats and god she really hoped these last few piers she’d find Dominik or else she’d feel really stupid.

She clutches onto her coat tighter, going up on her tippy toes to look at the men working on the boats and docks. They all had hats and blue jumpsuits, some with wet suits. And ugh, what if Dominik and his dad were in the water and wouldn’t be back until later? She should really just call Dominik instead of trying to surprise him.

There was only one dock in her hometown, but it was so long. She realized that quickly once she started the walk.

A whistle comes from behind her, she tries to ignore it but then another comes, short but loud whistles. She turns around, seeing a blue jumpsuited-figure standing meters away, so far that she can’t make out who they are very well. They give her an overly-enthused wave, hand flapping across their head.

But Nori can make out the wavy curls and Dominik’s bright smile. She chuckles, heading his way while he meets her midway.

“Hi,” he cheeses, pulling her into a hug, his arms are tight as they wrap around her waist.

“Hey,” she shies.

“Surprised to see you here,” he chuckles. “My dad said he thought he saw a girl walking the piers, I just said she was probably going to take pictures somewhere and I look up and it’s you.”

Nori takes in his outfit, black boots, a zipper kind of jumpsuit that he would slip into. The zipper is unzipped to his abdomen, displaying the black shirt he wears underneath. He looked so much different than what she was used to. No one had the pleasure of seeing him like this back in Liverpool, just her.

“Nori?” he questions, eyes glinting as he dips his head towards her.

“Sorry, this outfit.”

He shuts his eyes, “It’s a part of the job—”

“No, it’s cute!”

Dominik lets his hands linger on her waist, chuckling, “You’re a terrible liar.”

“It’s cute,” a hand of hers slips between them and pinches his dimpled cheek. Pressing herself up to her tippy toes, she kisses him briefly on his cheek, a goofy grin on her face that Dominik’s knees buckle for a second. She pulls back, digging into her purse, “I brought you something.”

Dominik’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “Me?”

She nods, “Yes.” She pulls out the tiny bottle of pálinka and hands it to him. “I know you didn’t get to drink it at the wedding, and I’m not saying to drink it now, but I saved one for you.”

He laughs, “Aww, Nori, this is sweet, but I told you you don’t owe me anything.”

She shakes her head, holding her hands up, “I’m not taking it back, and I know you said that but it’s just a little something. I don’t owe you anything, I know.”

Dominik grins, stuffing the bottle in his pocket. He would’ve spotted Nori in a room of crowded people, and that’s exactly what it felt when he saw her walking alongside the pier. Her here just for him. He really wanted to pull her for a proper kiss.

He peeks back at the docks his father was at, confirming that it was out of his view. As soon as he turns back to face Nori, he pulls her in for a hug and picks her up, spinning her. She lets out a yelp, clinging onto shoulders.

“Thank you for coming,” he exclaims, “I’m really happy to see you.”

Once he places her back on the ground, his hand slides behind her ear and pulls her in for a kiss. It’s sweet, chaste, and has Nori fumbling to catch up to his movements because his lips were engulfing hers.

She wouldn’t mind doing this again, not at all.

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Note: If you made it this far I love you so much and you are so cool and deserve the best itw, especially after putting up with Domi's sloppy performance. Brave soldier. (:

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 65)

Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (11) / Lucy Bronze x Reader (55)

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Leah POV

“I didn’t wake you, did I? I completely blanked… you stopped replying and I didn’t even think.” Leah stressed as she drove.

“No, no, you’re all good. I’m a little too wound up to sleep for long until Luce gets home, I think. I’m just waiting for the next shoe to drop with this whole drama.”

“Is Ridley still there?”

“She left after I fell asleep, she has some meetings in town.”

“So you were asleep?”

“Barely… it’s okay. It’s probably a good thing you have someone to talk to for your drive…” She cleared her throat and yawned. “Oh shit, did you see Beth scored a brace?”

“No?! I was there for her first. First one back since her ACL, I was crying.”

“That’ll be you soon, mate.”

“Not this year,” she almost grumbled.

“Oh? January?” YFN’s tired voice piped up with excitement for her.

“I’m hoping so. I feel bad for leaving – I should be there to celebrate with Beth after the game.”

“Okay stop right there, that’s your anxiety talking. Beth knows that you needed to do go.” YFN’s support calmed Leah, and she knew she’d called the exact right person.

“Yeah… wait, did you speak to her?”

“I’m always chatting with the girls. A few of them are coming over after the game actually. It was last minute. I think Kyra got excited when she saw Lucy and invited herself and-”

“-and the rest of the girls jumped on board?”

“Something like that,” she laughed wearily. “So it’s a good thing I’m awake because I need to organise some food for when they get here.”

“Don’t you go over-exerting yourself mate.”

“Pfft, I’ve spent the last week laying or sitting… I’m happy to hop around and stretch my leg.”

Leah laughed at the way she’d said that. Her one leg. “You’ll have two legs next week!”

“Hopefully the doctor’s okay with me walking on it. I get to switch from a wheelchair to sexy walking stick. I really hope it’s okay enough to because I’m worried about Luce’s knee when she carries me everywhere.”

“Not surprised. Has her knee been acting up?”

“At the risk of getting her in trouble with her England Captain… yes. It’s been a bit swollen and I can tell it’s giving her pain. She tries to hide it.”

“She’ll never admit it’s sore, especially while you’re still healing.”

“I know, she’s a pain. I’ve been massaging it and insisting she ice it, though. She and Alexia have been working out and training together, so I just hope she’s being careful.”

Leah heard the worry in her voice and it made her think about Jordan. She was never nervous to watch anyone play… except Jordan. She couldn’t bear to watch her be pushed around. She was only small, after all.

“She’s been through this a lot, YFN. She knows her limits better than anyone I know. She’ll definitely be looking after herself.” Leah reassured her.

“Mmn. I know you’re right; I just worry.”

“Well let me distract you then. I spoke to Jill and Alex and they’re both excited for the podcast idea. They said you’ve been chatting with them?”

“Not as much as I’ve wanted to because of this drama, but yeah I’ve chatted to them a few times over the week. Alex is coming over tomorrow to talk a bit more about it all, and we’ll catch up with Jill when we go to Manchester next week.”

“Oh? Lucy’s missing home?”

“Always. Missing home and family so we’re going to see them.”

“When will you be back? I’m happy to do my interview whenever.”

She heard her clicking on what was potentially her laptop. “Uh… so next week I have pencilled in to bring a few of the girls into the office and do some interviews there.”

“Didn’t work out at your house?”

“Oh, no it definitely did,” she yawned again. “I figured it would build morale of my staff to meet some players, and we’ve set up a big studio there for content… and there’s a wall I’d like you all to sign.”

“A wall?”

“Just a little side-project of mine,” she chuckled. “It’ll make sense when you see it. Viv’s just been subbed on.”

“What minute?”

“Eighty-second.”

“Looks like overtime?”

“I missed most of the game but maybe three to five minutes.”

“A good ten minutes at least then. She’s been dying to stretch her legs out there.”

“They’re long enough.”

Leah laughed. She was glad she’d called her; their conversation was calming her at almost the same rate that she became more anxious as she got closer to Villa Park. YFN must have noticed.

“Are you far out?”

“Thirty minutes out. I was thinking of stopping and getting her some flowers. What do you think?”

“Well she loves flowers. I think she’d really like that Leah…” Her voice softened. “Just remember what I told you about when she sees you.”

Leah nodded even though she knew she couldn’t see it. ‘You watch her face when she sees you, Leah. In that first split second that it takes to recover her expression… you’ll see everything she’s feeling.’

This is why Leah thought she was so nervous. What if she was angry she hadn’t told her… or showing how heartbroken she still was? It would hurt, but Leah knew she’d accept whatever came her way, as it was all her own doing. She just wanted her, and their life back – though only if Jordan wanted that too.

“I will.”

“Are you sitting close to the benches?”

“Right near them in the family and friends’ section, yeah.” She didn’t know if she was imagining her voice wavering, or if it actually was.

“She’s going to be excited to see you, mate. I promise.”

Leah arrived just in time for the girls to exit the tunnel, having been delayed in the flower shop procrastinating over which was the best for her. She put it in the back seat of her black Mercedes, right next to the toy she’d bought for Blu.

She couldn’t believe how nervous she was, and YFN was right there with her, on the phone and then texting back and forth with her after they’d hung up. She knew she was busy with the Arsenal and West Ham girls dropping by, but she still made time for her. A few weeks ago, Leah would have thought she was doing it for Jordan’s sake, but she’d gotten so close to the Australian that she knew it was for hers also.

She sat in her assigned seat, saying a polite hello to the people she knew, and felt herself almost hyperventilate when Jordan entered the pitch in the starting line-up. She’d never had this reaction to her – or anyone before. It confused her, but at the same time, it made her realise just how much she meant to her. Jordan was looking too small for her clothes as always, her shorts and socks almost reaching each other. She wore that expression she did when she was on the pitch, her serious face. Football was serious for Jordan, and that was evident by just how aggressive and impatient she was on the pitch; a sharp contrast to what she was usually like in person. So sweet and kind and shy almost. Her Jordan. She felt her body tingling and her hands shake a little as she watched her taking their line-up photos and start to play.

Leah’s phone dinged and she looked down.

YFN: A bit of a healthy distraction for you.

YFN sent a photo.

YFN sent a photo.

The first was a photo of the group who’d invaded Lucy and YFN’s house. YFN had obviously asked Lucy to take a selfie of the group as they were all doing strange poses to the camera mid eating or talking, standing and sitting. Most of the Arsenal girls were there, along with half of the West Ham team. She grinned at the photo.

The second was a photo obviously taken from YFN’s position on the couch, pointing at Beth who was showing two fingers, Katie hanging off her with a ‘COME ON’ expression for Beth’s brace.

YFN’s efforts to distract her from herself were definitely working.

Leah: You’re not getting sleep anytime soon. *melting face emoji*

YFN: My bigger concern is that I didn’t order enough for a fucking tribe.

Leah chuckled. The girls were always extra hungry after games. She should have warned her. She looked up to see the ball nowhere near Jordan, and looked back down again to reply.

Leah: Why do I feel like I’m going to get home, and the party will still be going?

She looked back up to see Jordan crash into someone. She touched the ball, but was still warned by the referee and threw her hands up. That made her smile. That is… after she’d stood up and she knew she was okay.

Her phone buzzed.

YFN: Come 9pm I’ll be dragging them out kicking

YFN: That was Lucy ^^ but she’s not joking. *nervous laugh emoji*

YFN: She gets grumpy when she’s tired.

Leah knew that all too well, having been in many camps with Lucy.

Leah: She’s worse when she’s hungry!

YFN: I’ve learnt to sort that out before it becomes a problem.

YFN sent a photo.

It was a selfie of YFN sitting in the corner of the couch and angled up to Lucy not so elegantly stuffing her face. Regardless of Lucy’s full mouth, YFN looked at her with an expression of adoration. They looked so happy. Leah craved that happiness she’d once had with Jordan. For seven years they were the envy of the party and sitting in the stands now, watching her play from afar, she cursed herself for taking that… for taking her for granted.

She put her phone down to watch her play, again adoring the way Jordan jogged after whoever had the ball, her shorts almost falling off of her, and then attacking the players with the ball whenever she was close. It was evident just how much she loved the game. And as if all of that wasn’t adorable enough, she wore black gloves to fight the cold she felt. There wasn’t much to her, so she was always cold. Their house always needed to be hot enough that she didn’t feel the cold, but Leah had always sneakily liked to have it just the perfect temperature that she’d snuggle into her as they slept or tuck herself into her body on the couch or as she just went about her day. She too loved their hugs, just as much as Jordan. The way she fit into her body was like it was made for her. Jordan was so affectionate that she’d always kiss her neck in thanks.

Not recently of course. Recently there had been the soft hugs without the kissing, and without the talking. It was nice, but she missed all of it.

Jordan was knocked to the ground hard as she went for the ball and Leah flinched, leaning to the edge of her seat to get a better view. When Jordan didn’t get up straight away, she stood with several of the crowd and watched worriedly. As more people stood, she was up on her tip-toes to peer over everyone to see Jordan clutching her knee and the medics run over. Her heart sunk.

The teams used the opportunity to chat while she was being seen to, her face contorting in pain. Leah didn’t want to admit to herself that the smallest part of her wanted something to be wrong so she’d have time off and Leah could look after her. She felt so ashamed and shoved the thought aside as her other feeling took hold. ‘Not the knee,’ she thought. ‘Please not the knee. Get up Jord. Please get up.’

Someone tried to get her attention and she brushed them off, her eyes only on Jordan. The medics helped for several minutes until Jordan was standing again and hobbling across the pitch. She wanted to stay on.

Of course she did. She loved playing football.

They stopped for half time an even nil score, and Leah waited for Jordan to look up and see her as she wandered towards the tunnel, but she didn’t. To say she was disappointed would be an understatement. She let herself mingle with the people around her who she knew, and fifteen minutes later, the girls were re-entering the pitch. Jordan hadn’t been subbed, which was great, and although it wasn’t yet dark, it was even colder and she couldn’t help but stress about her getting sick. It was raining now, and so cold she could see her breath as she jogged back out. Her knee looked to be okay though, which was a good sign.

The first goal came in the 54th minute by an unfortunate own goal from Aston Villa’s Anna Patten. Jordan looked frustrated as she shook her head and jogged back to her spot.

It only took a minute for Rachel Daly to score an equaliser, Leah smiling as she watched Jordan jump and shout excitedly, though she didn’t run to celebrate with her team. There was something different about watching her with Villa. Leah had noticed watching Jordan’s games that she didn’t look as happy when she celebrated with Villa, and she’d always wondered if she was just biased, though seeing her not celebrate with them made her realise she wasn’t imagining it. She remembered the giant grin on her face as she used to run and jump into their group when she celebrated with Arsenal. She was always so light that Leah could barely feel her as she ran and jumped onto her.

Oh, Jord. She missed seeing her at training every day. But it wasn’t even that. As she watched her, she missed living together, driving in together, training together, going home together. They’d always sit next to each other when travelling and share hotel rooms.

She was ripped from her thoughts by Jordan stealing the ball in a clean move. She smiled. The game was back and forth pretty even following that, though Aston Villa were controlling the ball more. They just couldn’t seem to get past the Everton defence. It started raining heavier and Leah pulled her coat tighter around her. A penalty kick to Everton in the 74th minute had Jordan throwing her arms up again in frustration. The kick came… and it was a goal. It wasn’t looking good.

Three minutes later, Jordan was subbed off. She walked off looking defeated, though as she high-fived her subbed teammate at the boundary line, her head raised as if she knew she was there. Mid high-five her eyes caught Leah’s and she froze. Leah stopped breathing as she watch Jordan’s eyes widen with… yearning. Her eyes reflected the emotions Leah felt. Jordan recovered her expression and looked at the substitute, dropping her hands. As she stepped off the field, she let herself look back up with wonder. She could see the happiness in her eyes that she was there. Leah gave her a smile and a wave. Jordan didn’t wave back, but she did smile shyly as she ducked onto the bench where she could no longer see her.

Only then, could Leah breathe again. YFN was right. That surprised expression from Jordan had showed her everything. She wanted her, just as much as Leah did. She breathed a deep breath out and the built up anxiety disappeared with it. She should have never been worried. She knew Jordan.

The game ended 1-2 to Everton, and Leah stood in the stands until the girls disappeared into the tunnel. Jordan had looked up again only once… fleetingly, but Leah had seen it. She grinned to herself at that as she made her way outside to her car. She was hindered a few times by fans and autographs but by the time she stepped foot outside, her phone buzzed. She excitedly grabbed at it, assuming it was Jordan, but it wasn’t. She stopped at her car and looked down disappointedly at the notification on her phone.

“You’re here?” Came a slightly out of breath voice behind her.

She spun around to see Jordan standing all rugged up in her puffer jacket, her nose red and her legs looking freezing where they weren’t covered.

“I… came to see you play.”

Half of Jordan’s face was hidden beneath her collar, and Leah couldn’t tell if she was upset.

“Did I overste-”

She was interrupted by Jordan’s body meeting hers, her head finding her shoulder, forehead pressing against her neck. Jordan’s hands slid around Leah’s body inside her coat to keep warm. Jord. Leah’s arms were moving around her before she even told them to, holding her close and keeping her warm. It felt right to let them stay in their silence for a while until Jordan was ready.

“Thank you for coming to watch my game.”

She let her head lean against Jordan’s. “Of course I came. You pencilled in a hug, remember? I didn’t want you to drive so far after your game.”

She let out a grateful sigh and pressed herself further into Leah. “Thank you, Lea. I’m really tired.”

“Would you like to reschedule?”

A few fans must have spotted them then and Leah saw them getting excited and start to run over from the stadium.

“No!” She stressed and pulled back. “No… we can still-”

“-did you drive?” Leah cut off.

“One of the girls drove me…” She responded, unsure about Leah’s change of pace.

“Do you have all of your things?” She asked, gesturing to her backpack.

“Yeah.. I mean I think so-”

Leah took her bag off and opened her passenger door. Jordan hesitated, still unsure about Leah’s impatience. Leah saw her hesitating and softened. “Let me drive you home please, Jord.”

Jordan’s eyes wandered over Leah’s face before she nodded and slipped into the car. As quickly as she could, Leah placed her backpack in the back seat and jumped in the driver’s seat as the mob of fans were almost on top of them. She saw Jordan’s eyes widen in realisation as Leah started the car and put some distance between them.

Most of the time, she’d be open and welcoming and go out of her way for the fans. Tonight, she just wanted to protect Jordan from that. She just wanted to get her home into where she knew she’d be warm and comfortable and could sleep.

Leah stopped the car abruptly at the exit of the car park.

“Lea?”

“I…” She turned to Jordan. “I don’t know where you live…” she admitted. She hated not knowing that.

Jordan gave her a supportive smile and leant forward towards Leah’s phone mounted to the dash. She paused, looking for permission first, but Leah wasn’t worried at all. She had nothing to hide from Jordan, ever, and she showed that by looking at her with patience. Jordan hid a smile as she typed her address into Leah’s phone and soon enough, they were on their way.

“Do you want to have dinner?”

“Are you sure you’re not too tired?”

“I’d like dinner with you…”

Leah smiled as she drove. She dared not look at her, but knew Jordan was watching her. She wanted to have dinner with her.

“We can do that, Jord. Whatever you want.”

“And maybe we can watch the Lord of the Rings?”

“I thought it scared you?”

“Well, yeah, but you like it.”

It also meant they had more time together, as they’d barely gotten through any of it that last time they were alone. She also liked the idea of Jordan hiding behind her at the scary parts. “You’re okay to stay up late?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s only gone seven. It’ll be done by eleven.”

Leah frowned. “I’m confused… you want to go out for dinner?”

“God no, I think we should order in.”

“We only had an hour and a half left, Jord.”

“Well, yeah, but I figured we could start at the beginning because I forgot what happened.”

Leah chuckled. It wasn’t beyond Jordan to forget, but as she snuck a look at her, she looked more like it was a sneaky excuse for more time together. “We can do that. I don’t mind a late drive.”

“You can stay… I can take the couch.”

Jordan’s obvious willingness to spend time with Leah softened her. She hadn’t felt so happy in a long, long time. Over a year, when she and Jordan were previously together.

“YFN offered me her bed on the condition that you let me stay…”

Jordan laughed. “Of course she did. You can take her bed then, we don’t want you driving home so late. Did she say anything else?”

“I just have a few things to pick up for her… clothes and what-not.”

“She said she wants to stick around London while she’s healing,” she nodded. “I’ll help you pack her stuff up.”

“Thanks Jord.”

There were a few minutes of silence then as Leah went into her own headspace, her face falling into its natural grumpy look as she did so. Jordan noticed.

“What are you thinking?”

Leah considered brushing her off, but she knew better now. “I have something to tell you but I don’t want it to ruin the night. You just need to know.”

“Okay…”

“The video is handled.”

She waited for questions, for emotion, but there was none. She replied after a few seconds of thought. “Okay, Lea.”

Lea pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, turning to look at her. “Okay?”

Jordan nodded and gave her a little smile. “Okay, Lea. I trust you.”

“Okay…” she replied huskily and reached into the back seat. “This is for Blu,” she said as she handed her the toy. She reached back again. “And these are for you.”

Jordan took the flowers with an excited expression. “Thanks, they’re pretty. And you can give this to him if you want… I think he’s going to be excited to see you.”

She handed the toy back to Leah.

Blu was all over her when they entered the apartment. She chuckled and gave him love and pats before his attention turned to Jordan. Leah couldn’t help but look around her and take in the place Jordan now called home. It suited her. She recognised all of the photos and little trinkets she had around, and the smell was even the same with the incense she liked to burn. And it was warm… Jordan warm.

They ordered take-away and Leah played with Blu while Jordan showered and changed. As they waited for their food, they found a vase for the flowers and packed the few clothes and items YFN needed in London. They chatted, laughed, and caught up with the recent activities in each other’s lives. Jordan shared her frustrations about her game and Leah cheered her up with photos YFN had sent her of the chaos at her and Lucy’s apartment. It felt so normal. She was happy for them to be talking again, and their recent silent dates together had developed a sense of calm and comfort in those silent moments between them.

The food arrived and they settled onto the couch with blankets and began the movie. Jordan let Leah set Blu up in his little bed in front of them and he fell asleep quickly. He was always a big sleeper, tired from walking around on those little legs all day, Leah imagined with a chuckle at the thought. There were sat close enough that their arms were partially against each other and Leah relished the moments where Jordan had to pause eating to hide her head behind her shoulder at the scenes that scared her. Jordan finished eating first, obviously, as she was so tiny she barely ate anything and the next time she came up from her hiding place behind Leah, her head stayed on her shoulder, her hand gently holding her arm. Leah let her rest in that spot, trying to keep her movements small as she ate with her left hand. After only a few minutes, though, she felt uncomfortable. She put her food down on the coffee table and sat back again, Jordan laying back down on the spot she’d claimed. Leah lasted another ten minutes until she wriggled uncomfortably, unable to keep still.

Jordan lifted her head. “Are you okay, Lea?”

“I…” she paused and pulled herself in check. Honesty always. “It’s just the cramps. They’re bad today.”

“Your endo?”

“Yeah,” she sighed. The drive had been bad enough.

Another cramp seized her and she squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered in pain.

“Did you bring your medication?”

“It’s in my bag,” she groaned.

“Stay here.” Jordan said as she stood, pausing their movie and taking the food to the kitchen. She returned quickly and leant over the couch, giving her a glass of water and her painkillers.

“Thanks, Jord.”

“Is it your lower back too?”

She nodded as she swallowed the pills, angry at herself for again ruining a night with Jordan.

She disappeared again and Leah heard the microwave, and the fridge doors.

“Do you need help?”

“I’m fine, just putting the food away. Give me a minute.”

The microwave finished and Leah heard the door opening and Jordan padding back over with two heat packs. Her mouth parted in awe as she looked up into her eyes. Jordan was taking care of her.

“Lay down, Lea.” She said as she guided her down, pulling a pillow under her head. Leah did as she was told, letting herself be looked after by her. Jordan gently put her on her side facing the tv, and placed a heat pack on her lower abdomen, and her lower back, tucking them into the waistband of her pants and pulling her shirt back down.

“Feel better?”

Leah couldn’t speak, so she just nodded.

“Do you need anything else?”

She was about to shake her head when she stopped herself and instead tugged lightly on Jordan who smiled. She took the remote and pressed play, slipping behind Leah, under the blanket. She pulled another pillow over so her head was higher and hesitantly, her hand found her abdomen which she tenderly rubbed in circles above her shirt. They’d done this so many times over the years, but this time it felt more personal, and even more special.

“Can you see the tv?” She murmured, relishing the feel of a warm Jordan pressed up against her back, her arm slung over her.

“Yeah.”

Leah inhaled sharply again at another cramp. Jordan paused her circling to hold pressure against the heat bag over her lower abdomen. That always helped.

“Why didn’t you cancel?”

“I told you I won’t make another mistake.”

She’d thought back to the promise she’d left her in a note, ‘…that was the last fault I’ll make…. no more mistakes…’

Jordan was silent for a moment as she thought about that. Her hand began circling her abdomen again reassuringly. “How do you feel?”

“Comfy.” Leah responded, proud of her little inside joke as she felt and heard Jordan chuckle behind her.

And then she felt Jordan’s lips touch the nape of her neck and linger, pouring affection and reassurance into her. Leah leant back into the kiss and felt that feeling she’d been missing for so long.

She felt like she was home.

[wooahaes]

up in smoke

pairing: non-idol!vernon x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au.

warnings: food. burnt food. vernon is trying his best.

word count: ~1.1k

daisy's notes: ive said this before but he is simply sooo <3

Vernon remembered when he went bungee-jumping with his friends years ago, before he ever met you. They had done rounds of rock, paper, scissors on the bus ride there, and he had ended up losing, which meant he had to go first. He remembered how it felt to get on the edge, the worker walking him through it while his stomach was twisting itself into knots. Bend his knees, hold his arms out as he falls, and enjoy the thrill. If he wanted to be poetic, he could say that falling in love felt a lot like that: a blind jump toward a joy he could see in you. Both had been worth it. He’d gained a sick video of him bungee jumping, courtesy of his friends, and the leap into love had given him a relationship he felt so entirely safe in.

Baking cupcakes should not be harder than bungee jumping. Why the fuck was this harder than bungee jumping?

He coughed as he opened up the oven for the second time today, smoking plumbing out of it and setting off the alarm. Shit. Fuck. This shouldn’t be this hard. He ripped the cupcake tray out of the oven, tossing it onto the smooth stovetop before cracking a window and then going for the alarm. With the apartment silent, he let out a heavy sigh before leaning against the counter again. Vanilla cupcakes had no right being this hard to bake. Why was baking harder than normal cooking? He’d learned normal cooking! But every time he swore the batter tasted okay when he did a tiny taste test, something went wrong with the actual baking half of things. The picture on his laptop was taunting him now, all perfectly baked with perfectly placed buttercream on top of it… 

He let out a sigh, shutting his eyes. Okay. He could work with this. As much as he hated to admit it, maybe it was a good thing that you were stuck at work today. Originally, it was a good way for him to surprise you with cupcakes. He pulled at the loose bow tying his apron around him, throwing it onto the counter before heading straight to the bedroom to strip off his shirt and change into something that he didn’t accidentally get flour on. 

Fine. He couldn’t bake you cupcakes. That didn’t mean shit when he had a car and money and the ability to just go buy the damn things. Easy solution.

He picked out yours and his favorite flavors for the larger box… Only to check his phone and see where you had texted him three times in a row. Oh shit.

baby???

what did you burn????? 

omg wait are you okay??? did you burn yourself??? i tried calling seungkwan and he didn’t know where you were 😭

Shit. Not what he meant to happen on your birthday. He dropped a tip into the tip jar, thanking the worker as he took off back to his car. When did you get off early? Shit, he thought he’d know—but you never mentioned anything today. He fought the urge to drive a little over the speed limit to get home to you, just shooting off one quick text to say ‘omw’ as he hoped that would calm your fears. The moment he parked, he took off running as fast he could without damaging the cupcakes to get back into the building. It was a weird half-jog that would definitely earn him some strange looks, but it was far from the first time he’d done something foolish while thinking of you. The elevator swiftly brought him up to his floor, and he rushed to get back into the apartment. 

And there you were, dumping out the burnt cupcakes as you tried to deal with the still-lingering burnt smell in the apartment. When you looked up, relief flooded your eyes as you saw him.

“Oh my god, Vernon, I was terrified you’d burnt yourself—” You rushed over to him, only to stop short as he held up a pastel pink box of cupcakes. “... What did you—”

“I wanted to bake you those funfetti cupcakes you were talking about,” he said. “But, uh… You can probably figure out what happened.” 

You took the box from him, only to immediately set it aside in favor of kissing him. He’d stiffened up in surprise, but relaxed a moment later as his hands fell to your hips. When you drew away, you just gave him a shy smile.

“I was worried,” you said. “I thought you’d hurt yourself.” You brushed his hair back from his eyes, frowning at him a little. “But… You were gonna bake me cupcakes?”

“I tried,” he admitted. “But, uh… I think baking was a little ambitious.” He drew you closer, body pressing against yours. “The first time, the oven was too hot, aaand the second time I took ‘em out too early… and then put them back in for too long.”

With a pout, you squished his cheeks. “You’re so sweet. You didn’t have to do any of that.” 

He drew your hands away from his face, letting them drop onto his shoulders. “You literally made me a cake this year, babe. I wanted to do something nice.” He nodded toward the box you set aside. “I just got us a half dozen. Didn’t get to pick up candles since you came home early.”

With a giggle, you pressed a clumsy kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Guilty,” you said before drawing away from him. You picked up the box of cupcakes and started to make your way over to the dinner table. “I was only working a half day today. I tried to get the full day, but I kinda had a major meeting this morning, so…”

Vernon followed you into the apartment soon enough, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you in. “It’s all good,” he said. “You wanna go out, or—”

“God, no.” You turned around to face him. “I’m going out with friends this weekend instead. I just thought,” you draped your arms around his neck, “we could have a nice night in. Movies, dinner…” You looked at the box behind you. “And dessert.”

He nuzzled his nose against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss against it a moment later. “Sounds like a plan,” he said, squeezing you once. “Happy birthday, baby.” 

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[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Facetime

Masterlist

Summary: You and Dean facetime whenever he goes on a hunt, but things go south when he and Sam are miles away

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader 

Rating: R for language, violence

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: language, blood, violence, torture, hostage situation, implied nudity, injured reader, mind control, starts off fluffy but gets real dark real quick, reader is a fan of Chris Evans

Author’s Note: This is loosely based on a dream I had and I know this gif is Dean looking at a coffee maker, but if you squint the coffee maker looks like a laptop :) Also, I don’t usually use capital letters (intentionally, but for no particular reason) but I thought I’d see how my writing looks with capital letters.

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“Dean I don’t think your mic’s working,” You furrowed your brows in frustration, trying to tell him you couldn’t hear a word he was saying.

“Yeah it was off, that makes sense,” He laughed lightly. You smiled, happy to hear his voice and see his face. Sam and Dean had been on this hunt for nearly four days at this point and you missed your boyfriend so much it was driving you crazy. 

You weren’t much of a hunter; you preferred to keep a safe distance and help with research, instead of picking up a machete and chopping up vampires. Dean knew you preferred to stay home and he was happy with you being out of the line of fire. He’d hate himself if he let you get hurt on a hunt, you were his everything.

It was hard, though. You lived in the bunker but you still didn’t spend as much time with Dean as you would’ve liked to. You wanted to be with him each night instead of falling asleep to either his music playing on vinyl or his voice over the phone if you were lucky enough to be in the same time zone. Most of the time you’d go days without hearing his voice. 

That was until Sam had the brilliant (but blatantly obvious, you couldn’t believe you hadn’t come up with it) idea of you and Dean facetiming while doing research for the case; as opposed to just texting each other important details. 

“So, what’re you hunting?” You asked. Your laptop was set up next to your phone which is what you were calling Dean from. You were seated in the library and eager to help however you could. 

“Sam’s thinking a god,” Dean sighed. “He’s out getting the food.”

“And you’re doing the research?” You laughed. 

“Well, I wanted to talk with you, and see that beautiful face of yours,” He smirked. “Sammy can do the actual research when he gets back, should be soon.”

“I miss you,” You smiled, he did the same.

“I miss you, too, hun. How’re you doing? Cas is gonna get back home tomorrow morning so you won’t have the whole bunker to yourself for much longer.”

“It’s really lonely,” You laughed wryly. “As an introvert, I swore never to say this, but I kinda wish more people lived here.”

“Yeah, I know it’s... it’s not ideal,” He gave you a sympathetic look. “Y’know there’s a library in town you could go to if you don’t wanna be alone.”

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head over there. I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight, I’m really starting to go stir-crazy!” 

“Wanna stay on the phone while you drive over there?” Dean asked hopefully.

“Of course!” You emphasized. “I’m so happy I finally get to talk to you for the first time today! I’m just gonna change into something more presentable real quick.”

“It’s 2pm on a Tuesday and you’re going to a public library; who are you thinking you might run into?” He teased lightly.

“Hey if I go not looking my best and Chris Evans just happens to be there I would kick myself!” You replied honestly. “Gimme a second.” You put the phone on your dresser and faced it away from where you would be changing.

“Y/n, I’ve seen you naked, you can change in front of me!” He sighed dramatically when you didn’t respond right away. “C’mon, I miss you!”

“You only get to see these boobs when you hurry up, finish that case, and get your ass back here!” You called out to him as you got dressed.

“That’s no fair,” Dean whined. You finished getting dressed pretty quickly and grabbed your phone off your dresser and your purse off your desk before you left the room.

“Okay I’m heading out now,” You smiled at your phone as you walked up to the entrance of the bunker.

“Which car are you taking?” Dean asked. 

“Mine; it’s parked outside, not in the garage. why?”

“Just wanna know you’ll be safe getting there. A lot of the cars in the garage tend to break down at random,” He replied. You hopped into your car and set your phone on the stand that was attached to the front window. 

“Ah, shit,” You winced suddenly, your hands now pressed against your temples. “De, something’s wrong-” You croaked out. Your head felt like it was going to explode as your vision began getting blurry. 

“Y/n? Y/n, talk to me! What’s happening,” Dean exclaimed, his voice ripe with panic. 

The pounding in your head suddenly stopped as your vision went black and you passed out. 

Your head was throbbing as you woke up. You tried bringing your hands to your head but then realized you were tied to a chair. You then also realized you were wearing nothing but a bra and your boy-short panties. 

“What the fuck,” You mumbled to yourself. You tightened your fists and pulled against the restraints.

“It’s no use, y/n,” A voice behind you announced. “You’re not going anywhere anytime soon. who knows, you might even die here.”

**

“Y/n? Y/n!” Dean exclaimed. He was completely panicking as he watched your car door open and someone pull you out of the driver’s seat. 

“Dean Winchester!” The man picked up the cell phone and showed Dean his face; complete with hideous black eyes. “Looks like I now have the thing you care about most,” The demon laughed. 

“You son of a bitch,” Dean screamed. “You hurt her and I swear I will-”

“What? What’re you gonna do Dean? Kill me? You don’t know where I’m taking her and I’m dumping this meat suit before you get the chance to figure out this guy’s name. No, you can’t do anything, Dean. You are completely and utterly powerless. I have the bitch you seem to love so much, and there’s nothing you can do.”

“What do you want?” Dean seethed through gritted teeth. He slammed his fist on the table next to him. “What do you fucking want?”

“To watch you suffer,” The demon smirked then hung up.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean screamed. He grabbed the chair he was sitting on and threw it to the side in frustration.

“Dean, what the hell?” Sam exclaimed. He had walked in right as the chair hit the wall. “I take a little too long getting the burgers and you start breaking the furniture?” He laughed lightly. 

“Y/n,” Dean shouted. “A demon has y/n!”

“What the fuck? How? When?” Sam’s eyes widened.

“Just now, we- we were facetiming and she was gonna go to the library- and she- it just took her Sam- I-” Tears welled in Dean's eyes as he looked at his younger brother with desperation. 

**

“What do you want from me?” You asked the demon. He was now kneeling in front of you as he toyed with your hair. 

“Nothing, sweetheart,” He smiled wickedly. “You see, you are very important to Dean Winchester; I hate Dean Winchester. I want him to suffer. Having you locked up in here is the easiest way to torture him. He’ll find you eventually, I’m sure, but you’ll be so broken and beaten you won’t ever be the same. You’ll never be his cheerful y/n again. You’ll be worn down by what I'm going to do to you, you’re not going to want to be anywhere near him. And that will break his heart beyond repair - that will be the ultimate torture. I'll be known as the demon who destroyed Dean Winchester’s will to live.”

“You’re wrong,” You whispered. “Dean cares about me, sure, but losing me isn’t gonna break him, you idiot! He'll be over me within a few months then he will hunt you down and tear you limb from limb.”

“Maybe,” The demon shrugged. “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see how long it takes him to get over you.” He pulled a knife out of his back pocket and plunged it into your thigh. You screamed in pain as tears streamed down your face. You looked down at the blood now dripping down your thigh then looked back up.

“D-Dean?” You whispered. “Wh-What’s going on?” Your head was spinning as you tried to focus on the man in front of you. “Dean! Dean, you found me?”

“Yeah, hun, it’s me,” The demon held your face with his hands. 

“H-Help me out of here,” You quivered, confused as to why Dean was so calm. He shook his head, smiled, then gripped the knife and twisted it. “Y-You’re not Dean!”

“Of course I am, y/n! And I'm so happy I finally get to show you how I really feel about you,” He smiled. He took the knife out and pressed it against your left breast. “You know I never really cared much about you, you’re just an easy lay.”

“You’re not Dean,” You closed your eyes tightly. “Dean loves me.”

“Awe, that’s really sweet y/n, but of course I'm Dean! And I wouldn’t say I love you, more like I love having my own pathetic fucktoy handy at all times,” He patted your cheek. “I mean, let’s face it; all we do when I'm not hunting is have sex! Why else would I want you living with me?”

“That’s- That’s not true!” You whispered, more to yourself than to the monster posing as the love of your life. “We have movie nights, we bake pie, we have dinner together, we-”

“Do we?” He touched your temple with two fingers. “Dean never did any of that with you.”

“Y-You never did any of that with me,” You mumbled.

**

“Days, Sam! It's been days!” Dean shouted. “Y/n is still with that fucking demon!”

“I know it’s been days, Dean but you need to sleep. Just four hours; recharge and come back with a clear head.”

“Do you think y/n is able to sleep? Or have a second of peace or quiet! She is being tortured by a demon, because of me!”

“Cas will be back with some information in a few hours, until then you should sleep,” Sam suggested. “Look, we’ve done all we can for right now, you’re no use to y/n if you’re too tired to function!”

Before Dean could protest, his phone rang and he answered; “Hello?”

“Dean Winchester,” the voice replied.

“Yes? Who is this?”

“I’m the demon that’s got y/n,” He replied. Dean could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I swear to God I will find you and-”

“And you’ll kill me, blah, blah, blah; you’ve said that before. I'm just calling to let you know you can have her back. I'll text you the address.” The demon hung up.

“What-” Dean brought his phone down, confused. “That was the demon, he said he’s texting me the address where y/n is,” He told Sam.

“What? That makes no sense?”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t lying,” Dean held up his phone and showed Sam the text. 

“It’s definitely a trap, right?”

“Doesn't matter, let's go; we can meet Cas there.”

“Dean, that's at least a six-hour drive; let me drive so you can sleep,” Sam offered. Dean was ridiculously tired and he knew he wasn’t at his full strength so he decided to take a nap on the way.

**

“Y/n! Oh my god!” Dean exclaimed when he walked into the dark warehouse and saw you tied to the chair.

“Sam?” You breathed out. “Cas?” You smiled slightly, barely lifting your head. 

“Hey- Hey hun,” Dean crouched down and held your face.

“What, now you’re all sweet?” You scoffed, then looked past him and up at his younger brother. “Sam, please help me! Dean, he- he did this to me.”

“What? No! No, no, I would never! I love you," Dean stuttered, not taking his eyes off you. He untied your right hand and you punched the side of his head, which caused him to fall to the side. 

“Cas! Please! You guys have to believe me!”

“It's okay, you’re safe now,” Cas came up to you. He put two fingers on your forehead and healed you. “We’re gonna take you home, okay?”

“Okay,” You replied as the angel untied you. Sam looked around for your clothes and, surprisingly, found them off to the side and folded neatly. Cas helped you up as Sam handed you your jeans and shirt, and you happily put them on. Dean was standing up at this point, but he just stood there; silent tears falling as he looked at you. 

“Y/n- Hun, please- please tell me you know this wasn’t me!” He whispered, you looked over at him. “Please you- you know it was a demon!”

“Oh and where is this demon now, Dean?” You asked flatly, Dean stayed silent. “You know, I fucking trusted you!” Tears escaped your eyes and you brushed them away quickly. You continued, gritting your teeth in anger, “I hate you.” 

“Let’s get you home,” Sam interrupted, he knew Dean didn’t do this and he needed to figure out how to make you know too. You nodded and followed Castiel out the door, Sam followed you and, after a moment, Dean did too.

Cas opened the back door for you while Sam opened the passenger door. 

“Sam, can you drive?” You asked him quietly. “Please? I know you don’t believe me about Dean, but I don't trust him; please don’t let him drive.”

“Sweetheart, I-” Dean started, overhearing what you said to Sam.

“Don’t you dare call me that,” You hissed and pointed your finger at him with anger. You turned back to Sam, “If it was up to me, I’d say cuff him; but at least don’t let him be the fucking driver!” With that, you hopped in the back seat, Cas doing the same after you.

Dean took the demon cuffs out of his back pocket and handed them to Sam before holding his hands behind him.

“Seriously?” Sam scoffed.

“I want her to feel safe,” Dean replied. “Well, as safe as she can feel while I'm still in proximity.” Sam nodded and cuffed his older brother before they both got into the car; Sam in the driver’s seat.

**

“You really don’t believe me?” You practically screamed. You were all back at the bunker and Sam was refusing to lock Dean up in the dungeon.

“It's not that I don’t believe you-”

“Then do something!”

“Sam, Dean, can I talk to you?” Cas asked and the three went around the corner, you huffed to yourself and sat at the war room table. “There’s something really wrong with y/n.”

“Yeah, Cas, we can tell,” Dean replied.

“No, I mean, really wrong! When I healed her at the warehouse, I could feel something pushing back.”

“What do you think that means?” Sam asked.

“I think we need to call Crowley. He’s had a soft spot for y/n for a while now, maybe he’ll know what’s wrong.”

“Yeah, great! Let another demon get their hands on her,” Dean scoffed sarcastically.

“Crowley isn’t just ‘another demon’ Dean; he might be able to reverse whatever’s happened here!” Castiel retorted. 

“Fine, fine we’ll give him a call,” Dean sighed. The three of them walked back around the corner but you weren’t sitting at the table anymore. “Y/n?” Dean called out, beginning to panic.

Sam rushed outside while Dean checked your bedroom and Cas checked the garage.

“Y/n, what’re you doing?” Dean asked. You frantically threw clothes into your duffle and didn’t answer him. “Sweet- Uh, sorry- y/n please,” Dean stumbled over his words.

“I’m leaving Dean, and I never want to see you again!” You exclaimed and tried to brush past him. He gently gripped your forearm to pull you back and your demeanor changed. “Please, please don’t hurt me,” You whispered; tears welled in your eyes as Dean’s widened. He let go of you and put his hands up, backing away.

“No, no I- I’m not going to hurt you, y/n, I wanna help you,” He said calmly. “We all do. Please, don’t go.”

“Why are you being so sweet now, I don’t understand,” You let the tears fall. “Is it just cause of Sam and Cas? Is that it? You’d like to take out your knife and get back to work but you don’t want your baby brother and your best friend to see you torturing me?”

“I- I don’t know what to say, y/n,” He replied, also letting tears fall. “I swear that was not me!”

“Right, right it was a demon,” You scoffed. “Seriously, Dean? The least you could do is own up to what you did, for fuck’s sake! But I guess I should’ve seen this coming, huh?”

“What’re you talking about?”

“You only ever cared about my body, Dean! Was just a matter of time before you got bored and used what Alastair taught you!”

“What? Y/n we’ve known each other for ten years, we’ve only been dating the last two! We didn’t even sleep together the first four months because we wanted to take it slow; do you not remember any of this?”

“Does this actually work on people?” You laughed. “You fake a few tears, look at them with lost puppy eyes, and try to make them believe such ridiculous lies?”

“Y/n!” Castiel called out from behind you. He had checked the garage and when he didn’t see you there he decided to check the kitchen and then head over to your bedroom.

“Castiel, please get me out of here!” You hurried to his side. “Dean won’t let me leave!”

“No- I-” Dean tried to protest but then just shook his head in defeat, not wanting to make things worse.

“We have a working theory going about what happened,” Cas lied to you. “We think Dean may have been possessed before, and the demon that possessed him may still be looking for you. You should stay here in the bunker where it’s safe, okay?”

“Okay, Cas, I trust you,” You clung to his arm, still terrified of Dean. 

“Dean, why don’t you get Sam and meet me in the dungeon in a few minutes,” Cas asked him. “Y/n, you can stay in your room until we know more.”

**

It took Crowley a couple of days to figure out what the demon did but once he did, he called Dean and was summoned to the bunker.

“It’s a hex bag,” He said before his trademark, “Hello, boys.”

“A hex bag? Where?” Sam asked. “She’s changed clothes, we’re nowhere near the warehouse-”

“According to Frank-” 

“Frank? The demon’s name is Frank?” Dean scoffed.

“Yes,” Crowley rolled his eyes. “Anyway, Frank said he carved it into her thigh.”

“Good Lord,” Sam muttered. 

“How do we get it out?” Dean asked Crowley. “We can’t just cut back into her!”

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Crowley replied.

“No! She’s already terrified we can’t-”

“I can put her to sleep,” Castiel suggested. “She shouldn’t feel a thing.”

“Well, let’s get this over with,” Crowley walked out of the dungeon and over to your room.

“What’s he doing here?” You glared at Dean when the four men entered your bedroom. You had been seated on your couch reading when Crowley knocked and opened the door.

“Dean, maybe you should wait outside,” Sam told him quietly. Dean nodded slightly and backed out of the room.

**

“She’s asking for you,” Sam smiled a little, walking into the library to find Dean downing another glass of whiskey.

“Seriously!? She wants to see me?” He practically jumped out of the chair and then hurried to your room. He took a deep breath and opened your door.

You were at the edge of your bed with one knee tucked against you. When Dean entered, you looked at him with tear-stained eyes and let a quiet sob leave your lips. 

“I’m so sorry,” You whispered. “De, I’m so, so sorry!”

“No, no, no it’s- none of this is your fault,” He hurried to your side but hesitated to wrap his arms around you. “Can I… Can I hug you? Please?”

“Of course,” You replied and wrapped your arms around him when he held you. “I love you so much, Dean, I’m so sorry I believed the demon.”

“It’s not your fault, it was a hex bag,” He kissed the crown of your head. “You didn’t have a choice.”

“I know, but I should’ve been able to snap out of it!” You protested. “I mean, these hands,” You took his left hand and held it, kissing his palm gently. “I love these hands, how could I have believed that they, that you hurt me?” You kissed his hand again then looked up at him. “I’m sorry, for what I said.”

“It’s okay,” He kissed your forehead. “I’m just glad you’re okay, that you’re back.” The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while before Dean asked you, “How are you feeling?”

“Physically? Fine. Emotionally? Fucking terrible,” You replied, squeezing Dean tighter. “I keep getting these like flashbacks about what the demon did, and in a lot of the memories the demon still looks like you.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, that sounds awful!”

“Yeah,” You sighed. “I'll be okay though, I’ve got you.”

[astyrial]

mistaken treasures suna rintarō x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: you find something in suna’s closet word count: 1k warnings: nickname (love) masterlist | requests are open

    "wait, can you say that again?" you set aside your laptop, your fingers fumbling with your phone as you attempt to get it onto speakerphone. 

  suna seems to pause for a second, someone talking on the other end of the phone to him. it sounds oddly like washio, one his teammates that have been playing with him for a few years now. then a coach yells from afar and you can barely make out the 'the game starts in an hour!'

  you raise an eyebrow at the phone, still waiting for him to finally say something to you. "uh- sorry, i think i left my spare jersey there, the one with reverse colors," you can practically hear the complete disrepair of disappointment in his voice. 

  "oh so is the home team yellow?" you question, standing up and making your way to your bedroom. 

  the two of you had been sharing the apartment for a year now, having dated for two. while he has his own apartment closer to where he plays, suna never actually uses it. you've been telling him that he should just not renew it and move in with you, considering most of his stuff is already here. but he's always been resistant.

  you never understood why, but figured maybe he just didn't want to drive all of the way after late games. so, you assume his jersey is at your shared apartment. suna gives off a short laugh, "unfortunately yes. we're being forced to wear the white ones, so if you find it that would be amazing, love."

  love, the nickname whirls through your head as if he hadn't been calling you that for forever now. you give a small smile before opening the door to his closet. inside is an array of clothing that slowly migrated its way to your place. some classier clothes, some outfits for him to wear to practices.

  your eyes look over all of the clothes, "babe, i don't see it anywhere... mmh maybe you dropped it." 

  you crouch down, voices rambling over the phone as you push some things around to find the missing jersey. in desperation, you pick up a box that was flipped upside down. beneath it, instead of a white jersey, is a box with a piece of paper below it. 

  "a ring?!" you nearly shout, and suddenly you remember suna is on the other line. a sense of confusion and curiosity overcomes you, your mind immediately wonders if it's what you think it is. 

  you grab the small box, listening to see if the love of your life somehow heard. when he doesn't say anything (still talking to his teammates), you open the box and indeed see a beautiful ring. it's subtle, not too showy, which you've talked to suna about before. you then grab the piece of paper and see a somewhat childish list written down...

  1. invite her to every game   2. leave most of my things at her apartment   3. get engaged   4. move in permanently   5. get married

  one and two are both crossed out, and the third one has a little circle on the number. you bring your hand up to your forehead with your mouth hanging ajar. of course you want to get married with suna, he is so different from when the two of you first met. but in such a phenomenal way. 

  your surprise quickly turns into happiness as you smile, scrunching up your nose. "y/n, love, you there?" 

  there goes his nicknames again, his voice bringing you back down from the mysterious area of cloud nine. you quickly close the ring box and stuff it back under the box with the paper that oh so warms your heart. "yeah, i don't see it. are you sure you didn't leave it in your car?" 

  suna sighs, clearly frustrated, "could you check the bedside table before i head out to the car? i know you were planning on finishing up some things before heading out, so i apologize."

  "it's alright rin, you know it is," with your eyes still wide, you crawl over to his bedside table and opening the bottom drawer. and sure enough there it sits, "it's here, i'll finish this email after the game. i'll head down now, it's close to this apartment, right?"

  suna groans after his coach shouts something else and then quickly brings his attention back to you. "yeah, i sent you the address earlier, you're the best partner ever," your ears perk up at the sound of partner, hopefully soon to be fiancé...

  you open up your text messages while slipping on shoes and your jacket, your ejp team shirt already on, "well if you say so.. i'll see you in like thirty minutes?? i love you."

  "i love you too, love," suna then hangs up the phone with the sound of washio calling him over for what seems to be some drill or something.

  in a moment of weakness, you set down your phone and jump up and down for a second, the most annoying scream ever coming out. you take in a deep sigh and bring your hand up to your cheek, completely taken aback by the thought of marrying rintarō suna. 

  you shake your head, nearly believing it to be your imagination. a part of you wants to run back and look at the ring again, imagine your futures together. but right now the very amazing boyfriend of yours needs a jersey that is crucial for him to actually play. 

  with his jersey in hand you make your way through the apartment and exit the front door. you lock it behind you and bite your lip, unsure what to even say to him when you see him. obviously you don't want to ruin it and tell him you know. but also you wanna wrap your arms around him and scream for the whole world to know.

  but for now you just make your way to your car, knowing you'll absolutely call your closest friend as soon as you hit the gas.

[jennay]

HoneyBee

Master list

You were the only one who could do it. Did you want to? No, of course not. Did you beg Noah to come with you? Yes, but Noah was adamant that if he was there, you wouldn't confess your feelings to Jolly, not that you had the courage to do that with or without him by your side.

You would wait until the next time you saw Jolly; this wasn't a permanent goodbye.

This was just a temporary separation, and you could tell him how you felt when you met again.

Nobody could blame you for being highly emotional; you dropped off one of your closest friends at an airport without knowing when they would return.

You park the car in the airport parking lot and turn off the engine. You look at Jolly in the passenger seat, struggling to hold back your emotions as you say farewell. "I hate this." You tell him. "I hate this so much." You try to blink back the tears; you didn't want to be this emotional. You tried to act like it was just another tour, but this time, you'd have Noah to keep you company.

"Aw, it's going to be okay, kitten." His hand cups your cheek as you let out a small whimper. You feel his thumb wipe away the tear, and instead of feeling comforted, it makes you want to cry more. "Come on," He says, getting out of the car, "Walk with me."

You nod, leave the car, and take a deep breath. You feel the cold air hit your face, making your tear-stained cheeks sting instantly. You walk over to his side of the car, avoiding his gaze. He hoists his bag over his shoulder, and with his free arm, he wraps it around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as the two of you walk towards the terminal.

"What's got you so upset? You know this isn't forever. It never is." You shake your head, wondering if you should spill the beans now.

"It doesn't make it any easier. We don't know when you'll come back… it's always like this." You stop before the security gate, knowing it's time to part ways with one of your dearest friends.

Jolly gently drops his bag to the floor, enveloping you in a hug, almost lifting your feet. "C'mon honey bee. I'll be back soon enough." He softly kisses your temple and gently sets you down, "Plus, you have Noah." He smiles like he knows something, but he doesn't know anything at all. "Maybe with me out of the picture, the two of you can see where things go, and when I get back, you'll be living happily ever after."

You roll your eyes. "It's not like that with Noah. I've told you that so many times." You remind him.

"Denial." He says, hugging you one last time. You wrap your arms around his waist tightly, not wanting him to leave.

"Stop it." You say, pressing your face closer to his chest. "It's Noah, he's gross… I've known him half my life, and I'm not into him. I don't know how he's ever gotten a girlfriend, honestly." You tease, knowing that you are exaggerating. Noah wasn't gross, but he was like a brother to you.

Joakim pulls away, looking down at you with a smirk, "Alskling…" He trails off, "You'll see."

You sigh, pulling out of his embrace, "You should get going, or I'll keep you here, and we'll both be in trouble." You smile, but you want to cry. "Call me when you get home?" You sadly speak.

He smiles, "You'll be the first to know I'm safe and sound."

Knocking on your front door snaps you from your thoughts. You look up, wondering who it could be. You didn't have any missed calls or text messages.

The knocking persists, growing more impatient by the second. You hear Noah's voice through the door. "Come on, open up! I have something important to tell you!"

You sigh and roll your eyes at Noah's urgency. He always acts like everything is a matter of life and death, which drives you insane.

You get up from the couch, close your laptop, and walk to the door. "Hold on, I'm coming!" You shout while unlocking the door and swinging it open. "What the hell, do you know what time it is?"

You step aside as Noah barges in, looking excited and restless. He walks over to the couch and sits on the armrest, his smile wide and mischievous. He has a secret that he wants to share. You recognize that face from many times before.

He looks like he hasn't slept, wearing the same sweats and sweater as yesterday. His hair is messy and falls over his forehead. His stubble is growing longer and darker. His eyes dart around you, eager for you to join him on the couch.

"Are you okay?" You ask, furrowing your brows. "What's up?"

He grabs an envelope from his pocket and flings it on your lap. "Open it."

You tear into the envelope, grabbing the paper inside. "Is this!?" You squeal reading it. "When did you? How did? How do you have all my info?" You say, reading your name on the ticket that Noah got you. You stand up, wrapping your arms tightly around Noah's shoulders. "You know what? I don't even care. Thank you!"

He laughs, trying to regain his balance. "You're welcome." He pauses as he adjusts himself from falling off the armrest. "It's really for me. I'm getting tired of you moping around."

You shrug, "Sorry, I miss my friend."

"Boyfriend." He laughs. "He's my friend, and you don't see me acting this way." He stands up, walking to the door, "I just wanted to give that to you. Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday for the year." He opens the door and pauses before leaving, looking over his shoulder at you before exiting. "He thinks it's me visiting; figured you'd want it to be a surprise."

You smile while clasping your hands together. "You're amazing, Noah."

Sarcastically, he says, "Until your next mood swing!" and closes the door behind him, exiting before you can say anything back.

"Fuck you!" You scream at him, laughing like a bit of a psychopath.

You walk across the room and snatch your cell phone from the coffee table. You glance at the clock and see that it's midnight. You smile, knowing that Jolly would be awake now in his time zone.

You flop down on your bed, fluffing your pillows and pulling the covers over you. You dial his number and wait eagerly for his voice to fill your ears.

"Hello, Sweet Pea." you hear his voice speak. "What are you doing up still?"

You giggle, "I was working on some new designs, and Noah rudely showed up at my house to brag about how he gets to see you!"

"Ah, yes. Two days till the dummy is here." He teases. "You should hop in his backpack and come with him."

"What will I do with my two favorite people out of the country?" You lightly laugh, wishing you could tell him the truth. You knew he would be happy to see you, but it didn't stop you from overthinking every situation. Would you finally confess your feelings? Would he reciprocate the feelings? Would he still try to convince you it was supposed to be you and Noah? Maybe he would deny having any form of attraction due to him still thinking you secretly had feelings for Noah.

"I'm telling you…get in his suitcase." He laughs, but inside, he somewhat wants you to do just that.

"I wish I could, but you know… work, my life, everything. I wish he would have told me sooner. I could've made the time." You try your best to sound upset. "I really do miss you."

"I miss you too, honey bee." You hear a tinge of sadness in his voice, and the line goes quiet before he adds. "I don't want to cut this short, but I know if I don't, you'll stay up all night. You need to get some sleep, and work unfortunately awaits you."

You lightly frown. "But I work from a computer… it's not that big of a deal."

"In an office." He reminds you, "Where your bosses bother you at any moment they desire."

You turn off your side lamp, making it dark in your room, and you snuggle close to your pillows and try to hide the yawn that escapes your lips. "I guess you're right." You didn't mean to sound upset, but you were tired, and being away from someone who had your heart completely without even knowing it was enough to make you feel miserable. You knew you were able to take the trip. You had so much PTO saved, and honestly, at this point, you were willing to lose the job if it meant taking this trip. It wasn't the most responsible thought, but you knew you were good enough at your job to find another one.

"I'll try to come soon." You quietly say.

"I know. Get some sleep. You can text me when you get to the office. I'm going to a parade this afternoon with my mum. I'll send you pictures." You can hear the smile in his voice. "Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Jolly."

You were feeling uneasy being in such a vast airport all by yourself, waiting for someone unaware of your arrival.

As you were heading down the stairs, you caught sight of Jolly walking through the door. You smiled widely as he sat down on one of the chairs.

You received a text from Noah, and your heart skipped a beat as you read it. Jolly had arrived. You smiled like an idiot as you texted, "I see him." You shoved your phone into your pocket and tried to act casual as you quickly walked over to him. He didn't even look up from his phone. It wasn't until you were standing right in front of him that he realized what was going on. He looked stunned as his brown eyes wandered your face, and finally, he smiled, quickly standing up and wrapping you in his arms. "What's this?" He rocked you side to side, squeezing you. "Where's Noah?" He asked, not letting go of you.

"It's just me. Are you disappointed?" You said with a laugh.

"No, never." He gently pulled away from you, looking you in the eyes, pure joy showing through as he smiled. "If I let go, will you still be here?" He pulled you back to his body, nearly knocking your beanie off in the process.

"Yes, unless you squeeze me to death."

He loosens his arms from around you but doesn't completely let go as you make your way to the baggage claim.

"I can't believe you kept this a secret…" He nearly giggles, still amazed you're there with him.

"It was so hard. You have no idea." You walk up to the conveyor belt, grab your bag, and Jolly instantly grabs it from your hands. "Got it." He says, heaving it over his shoulder.

"Such a gentleman." You say, smiling.

You follow Jolly out of the airport, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He smirks at you and opens the trunk of his car. He tosses your luggage inside and slams it shut. You shiver as the cold air hits you, making you regret not wearing a jacket. You hurry to the passenger side and get in, hoping to warm up soon. "Why is it so fucking cold here?" You ask him as he joins you in the driver's seat. "This is awful."

He laughs and starts the car. He turns on the heater and drives away from the airport. "It will heat up in a moment. I'm happy you're here." He says, looking at you with a big grin.

You smile back and say, "Me too. Sorry, Noah picked such a late flight. I didn't have any say in that. He just handed me the tickets and told me to go."

He reaches for your hand and squeezes it gently. "I bet you're sleepy," he says, still smiling. "I'll get you nice and tucked in on the couch." He chuckles, "It was made pretty carelessly. But I'll find something better for you."

You chat with him as he drives, trying to stay awake. You're curious about his life here, but you also feel tired from the long flight. You wonder how long it will take to get to his place.

After a while, he pulls into the driveway of a small house. You sigh in relief, glad to be finally there. He turns off the car and gets out. He opens the trunk and takes out your bags. He tells you to follow him inside.

You walk through the door and see a cozy living room with a couch, a TV, and some books on a shelf. On the sofa, there is a bed made with pillows and blankets. You smile, appreciating his effort. You look around the rest of the house, noticing how neat it is.

"You can get comfortable." He politely says

You take off your shoes and lie down on the couch. You pull the blanket over yourself and close your eyes. You feel exhausted but also happy to be with him.

He returns from his bedroom after changing and sees you on the couch. He smiles softly, knowing how tired you must be. He kneels next to you. He gently cups your cheek and strokes it with his thumb. You open your eyes slightly and see him looking at you with affection.

"I'm so tired," you whisper.

"I know," he whispers back. "Get some sleep. I wanted to tell you if you needed me for anything, you can come wake me up."

You nod your head and close your eyes again.

"Goodnight, Alskling." He says, using his nickname for you.

"Goodnight, Jolly."

He stands up and walks to his bedroom. He closes the door behind him and lies down on his bed. He thinks about you and smiles, happy and content you're there with him, and he'd wake up to your presence in the morning.

But unfortunately you wake up in the middle of the night, feeling fear in your stomach. You had a nightmare, probably because you were too exhausted. You wish you could fall asleep again, but you keep tossing and turning on the couch.

You cover your head with a pillow, hoping to calm your nerves, but the more you think about your dream, the more anxious you become.

You decide to change into something more comfortable, hoping that would help you relax. You throw off the blankets and reach for your bag. You find your pajamas and put them on, remembering how you fell asleep in your jeans.

You curl up on the couch again, holding your phone. You start watching funny videos, trying to distract yourself from your fear. You feel your eyelids getting heavy, but as soon as you drift off, you jerk awake.

You try again, but the nightmare comes back. "Great." You groan and get up.

You don't want to disturb Jolly, but you are too scared to stay alone in a strange place. You don't know what else to do.

You push away the blankets and put your feet on the cold wooden floor. You stand up and use your phone as a flashlight. You walk down the hall, looking for Jolly's room.

You slowly walk in and stop at his bed, attempting to be quiet.

You see him lying on his side, turned toward you. You gently place your hand on his shoulder, "Jolly…" you quietly say, but he hardly moves. You say his name once again, "Jolly."

His eyes flutter open, and through the light on your phone, you see his tired eyes observe you.

You apologize, telling him that you had a nightmare and you can't sleep.

He nods, understanding, and reaches out to you with his warm hands. "C'mere honeybee." He says softly, opening his arms, inviting you to lay in his cozy bed. You're eyes wander over his bare chest, admiring his tattooed body. His muscles in his arms flex as he holds his arms out to you, and butterflies float in your stomach.

You feel hesitation, knowing that this could be crossing a friendship boundary that you've never crossed before. You wonder what would happen if things didn't play out how you wanted them to. Would you be able to handle the pain of having been in his arms and knowing what it felt like, only to lose it all?

Jolly peeks his eye again, noticing your reluctance, and waves you in with a gentle smile. "It's cold, hurry up." He says in a sleepy voice, making you chuckle.

You decide to take the risk and join him on the bed, sitting down on the side and turning on your side to face him.

He pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you loosely, making you feel safe and warm. "Don't be scared. It's just me." He whispers in your ear, snuggling you closer to his chest. "I've got you." He assures you.

And that was the moment you realized you were absolutely fucked by your feelings.

Part Two

[redactahoe]

old friends die hard pt. 1

A/N: heeey so ive been working on this for awhile and am so glad the first part is done.

summary: for the past 6 months treasure has been… off. Porter didn’t know how to describe it but something was going on with his favorite human and he didn’t know how to help. The last time they talked was 3 weeks ago and since then they haven’t been answering his call. So porter decided the next best thing was to drop by unannounced.

Tw//: talk of missing memories and nighmares (kinda), porter is so soft for them its not even funny, this is also in the not so distant future where porter and treasure is an establish relationship, cussing, treasure yells like once

codes: (T/N) = treasure's name and (D/N) = darlin's name

The first but last thing Porter had expected to see when entering his human’s apartment was the living room to be void of all light save for the glow of his treasures laptop screen. Open and set in their lap as they sat on the couch, a weighted blanket resting on their shoulders as the skrunkly little cat they found on the street a month ago slept behind them on the back of the couch. a forgotten bowl of what he can assume is some form of soup sitting on the coffee table along with a half empty mug of tea in front of them. 

Glancing at his watch as he walked closer to the couch, it read 3:30 AM. his gaze lifts back up to get a better look at treasure's face. Their usual dark circles under their eyes somehow had gotten darker since the last time he had seen them. Their eyebrows were scrunched up in a mix of frustration and concentration, lips pressed into a deep frown.

“Treasure, when's the last time you've actually gone to sleep and had a proper meal?” Porter asked, having a feeling that the answer wasn’t going to be anything he liked.

“I don’t need to sleep right now.” they frustratedly almost angrily mumbled out.

“(T/N) im being serious…” Porter came closer, leaning over the couch and careful no to disturb the sleeping feline. He noticed that There were several pictures strewn across the couch and coffee table, some were in frames and some weren’t.

The picture propped up against treasure’s computer was of a tiny 10 year old treasure, In the front yard of what could be assumed to be their childhood home. They were lying on top and wrestling with another kid, pulling a smile onto the kids cheeks as they tried to push (T/N) off of them, clearly enjoying themselves. Porter immediately recognized that kid as (D/N) or Tank, Sam's mate and the wolf from the Shaw pack.

Porter picked up the picture to get a closer look “did you know them, treasure?”

“I DON’T KNOW!” treasured screamed out and through their hands up in exasperation before dropping them to bury their face in them, digging their palms into their sockets. They were both silent for a minute before (T/N) finally spoke up in a quiet and defeated tone.

“.... I'm sorry i yelled at you, it's just- I've been so stressed and so confused lately. It's been driving me nuts!” their hand moved to hold the side of their hand while the other stayed to rub the exhaustion out of their eyes.

“What's going on my love?” Porter's voice dropped to a low concern as he rubbed his treasures shoulders trying to sooth them as best as he could.

“Sigh, recently I've started to have these…. I don’t know how to describe it but every time i close my eyes I see them” treasure waving their hand in the vague direction of the childhood photo.

“But there's always something wrong with them, with their voice, with their face.” “Their face is always blurred out and their voice is always distorted.” “It feels more like someone tried editing them and everything related to them out of my head more than me just forgetting them or not knowing them.”

“How long has this been happening?” Now the porter was really concerned, It sounded like a memory wipe done by the department was wearing off. He’s heard of it before, it was a rare phenomenon that happened to the unempowered that were wiped but re-exposed to the empowered. It didn't happen often but when it didn’t it never ended well for the unempowered in this situation, in the three recorded cases the department has published it always ended in insanity and a trip to and a permanent stay to grippy sock land or the psych ward for those who are boring out there. 

“Ever since I met you”

“What was that?” 

Treasure threw their head back in exasperation “ever since i met you.” they said a little louder, they didn’t want Porter to think that he was at fault for their dilemma. It wasn’t, it never was, it's just that ever since they've known him their memory started acting up. It's like he jumped started buried memories to start resurfacing.

“But if it's been happening for that long then why is it now becoming a problem?” Porter on the other hand was more concerned about the fact this has been happening for a better part of a year now and (T/N) hasn’t said anything about up until now.

“ because only recently have the faces started to clear up, only recently have I've been able to make out any sort of facial features! And when I was able to see a face it sparked even more memory and caused me to rip apart my closet to find these pictures to make sure I wasn't going crazy.” “I can recognize the faces as someone i knew, someone i cared about but their voice and more importantly their name i can't get down, so I've been trying to find a solution but i keep running into dead ends.” (T/N) gestures to the laptop for Porter to take a look and well.. It was nothing but some Pseudoscience bullshit about crystals and shit that would most definitely wouldn’t help.

“Okay, your-” porter stops speaking for a second to shut the laptop before continuing “-going to get up and go shower while I am going to clean up and make you something proper to eat.”

“But-”

“No buts, go.” This was not something porter was going to debate with the human at all. 

So with the end of that ‘argument’ (T/N) got up, stretched(much like a cat, porter would like to add) and padded off to their apartment's shower, their fluffy companion following soon after.

As soon as his treasure was out of ear shot, porter pulled out his phone to call the only person he knew who could possibly help.

[lou-struck]

A Sweet Delivery

Tamaki Amajiki x reader

~Tamaki is on a mission, but he still manages to surprise you after you get a promotion at work.

WC: 1.8k

A/n: Awhile back I was writing this as an entry for one of my event prompts but it became an idea of it's own so I had to tuck it away for another day.

What’s the point of receiving good news if you don’t have anyone to celebrate it with?

You have been up for a promotion at your job for quite some time now, and finally, after months of ass-kissing and hard work. You landed the position, but you don’t feel like celebrating right now. 

How could you? 

Tamaki is out of town on a mission, and you have no idea when he is coming back…

The mission he is on is pretty low profile, so you don’t know too much about it, but the one thing you do know is that he is safe and unharmed. This is the best possible news, but sometimes you wonder how safe it is safe? 

You continue to worry your whole drive home, only stopping to take a breath once you are back inside your lonely apartment. The two of you usually share. You sigh, leaning against the front door and peeling off your shoes and letting them drop to the ground instead of placing them nicely in their usual spot. 

It’s just not the same without your Suneater.

You wish he was here; he would’ve given you that adorable wobbly half-smile of his and praised you for a well-done job. He always knows just what to say to make you feel seen and appreciated. It’s one of the many things you love about him.

It’s the eager knocking at the front door that pulls you from your thoughts. You walk quickly across the room and twist the knob slowly to reveal a delivery girl with a long clipboard. A large beige wagon of packages sits behind her. “Can I help you?” you ask kindly, wondering in the back of your mind if you remember ordering anything special.

“Hi there, are you…” she looks down and reads off of her notepad. “Y/n?”

“That’s me,” you reply. “Can I help you with something?”

“Yes, actually, I have something for you,” she smiles, gesturing to the large Pink and Bown spotted box that rests on the top of her delivery wagon. The white lettering printed on the top says it’s from your favorite bakery you go to with Tamaki. 

“Wait, what’s this?” you ask as she gently places the box into your hands. It’s much heavier than you thought it would be. 

“It’s a delivery?” the girl sends you a sarcastic tight-lipped smile. 

“I know that,” you chuckle. “I just don’t remember ordering anything.”

“Someone probably just ordered it for you then,” she says, handing you the clipboard, “Sign here, please.”

You scribble on the dotted line and hand it back to the girl who seems to have a lot on her plate. She takes it and smiles before dragging the wagon down the hall and to the elevator, leaving you alone with what feels like 40 pounds of mysterious pastries.

“What are you?” you say aloud, bringing the box over to your kitchen counter, tearing through the delivery seal, and flipping open the paper lid. 

The first thing you see is a white envelope taped to the underside of the lid, 

Butterfly,

Congratulations on getting that promotion; no one deserves it more than you do

I wish I could be there with you to celebrate, but I thought that If I got you something sweet, you might think of me. 

I know it’s not the same, but I’ll have good service tonight, so if you want to video chat.

~Tamaki

His words make your heart flutter as you set the card next to the open box. You have no idea how he managed to find out about your promotion, but you don’t care. You get to see his face tonight.

Eagerly you rush over to the couch and pull your laptop out from under it. Wanting to call him as soon as possible. So you can go through the box of sweets together; Tamaki loves getting you little treats, so it’s only fair for him to be semi-present when you go through them.

The dull ringing sound of the video chat spills out from your speaker, and you do a quick one-over of your reflection on the screen, checking that you don’t have any bats in the cave.

The screen buffers for just a minute, and you back away from the camera. Hopefully, the first thing he saw was not the inside of your nose.

You forget about your worries as soon as his face appears on your screen, his dark eyes are not looking directly into the camera, but they still light up a bit when he sees your face. You scan his own quickly, looking for any sign of injury or illness, finding none. 

“Hi there,” you beam. “I’ve missed you, Tamaki.”

Your sincerity sends a shiver through the Hero as he glances shyly away from the screen. “I-i’ve missed you too, Butterfly. Congratulations on the promotion. Did you get your present?”

You are smiling so. Happily, it’s getting hard to see your boyfriend on the screen, “I did, and I wanted to open the box with you on the call, so I haven’t seen what you got me yet.”

His shoulders slump, and he smiles softly; even just being on call with you like this makes him feel more normal. He may not be comfortable expressing all his feelings toward you yet, but you mean more to him than anything else. 

“Then you should open it,” he says. “I wanted to get you all your favorites.”

You curiously peel off the top layer of tissue paper at his request. A bit of frosting sticks to the top, but otherwise, the pull was clean. With the paper out of the way, you see dozens of mouth-wateringly delicious-looking baked goods. Buns, sweetbreads, and more call out to you, their fresh scent making it seem as if you had died and gone to heaven.

“Tama,” you breathe, unconsciously wiping a bit of drool from your lip. “This is too much; how did you manage to get all of this together in such a short amount of time?”

Through the screen, you see the tips of his ears turning pink, “I ordered the box from the bakery a week ago.” he says earnestly. “You are just so amazing and capable; I knew you would be the one to get the promotion.”

“You did?” you ask, letting a giddy little giggle leave your lips. “That was bold of you; what would’ve happened if I didn’t get it?”

“I-I don’t know.” he stammers, “It was in the moment, and I was so focused on picking out all your favorite treats I forgot about it. I know it was a bit stupid of me.”

Your muscles twitch in lovesick anticipation; never in your life have you wanted to hold someone in your arms so badly. “I thought it was very cute of you. I miss you so much.”

The tips of his ears twitch slightly, and the blush on his cheeks from earlier settles to a nice shade of pink that suits him perfectly. “I miss you too.”

“When you get back, we can celebrate together,” you say hopefully. The statement was well-meaning, of course, but as his face falls, you regret it.

“I should be there now,” he mumbles quietly; the sound comes out just above the humming of your laptop fan.

You feel horrible. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that you are doing a lot of good. I’m just being selfish.”

He looks just as worried as you do. “No, don’t apologize; I just wish I could be there for you when things like this happen.” he sighs, “This mission is taking forever; I wanna go home.” He says those words longingly, sinking into the collar of his jacket, but you can’t help but think he looks a bit like a turtle, the way he is shrinking into his metaphorical shell.

“You’ll be home soon,” you smile. “And then we can go out and celebrate the both of us.”

“Both of us?” he asks, looking a bit confused.

“Both of us,” you repeat. “After all, when you come home, it means that you will have completed your mission and helped a bunch of people; that is something worth celebrating.”

“I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting then,” he smiles, his eyes lighting up with well-deserved confidence.

“Glad to hear it,” you say, your eyes falling to the box of sweets. “I can wait to eat these too, so we can try them together.”

His eyes go wide, “Don’t do that.” he says suddenly. “They won’t taste as good if you wait that long; you should try them all, and then we can go back to the bakery, and you can show me the best ones.”

He is just too sweet; sometimes, you wonder if he raises your blood sugar. “You’ve got a deal; I’ll make notes and ~” Before you can finish your sentence, you are interrupted by some muffled shouting and noise that takes Tamaki’s attention away from you.

He presses the mute button and nods seriously at whoever is talking to him. Going into full hero mode instantly. You know what’s coming…

After a few minutes of trying and failing to read his lips to try and figure out what is going on on his end, he turns his attention back to the screen and unmutes himself. “I- guess I have to go now,” he says sullenly. “I think we are going to the next phase of the mission. I don’t want to leave you, but I~.”

“I understand,” you say, hiding the disappointment in your voice surprisingly well. “Go and be a Hero.”

“If everything goes well, I think I’ll be back in a few days,” he says hopefully, fiddling with a few of the latches and zippers on his hero suit. 

“That’s great news,” you say earnestly. “I love you so much, Tamaki; please, please be safe. “

“I’ll do my best,” he breathes, shifting a bit in his seat. He can never promise such a thing, but he will do what he can to make it home safe for you. “I love you too.” just as the screen goes dark. 

Now alone in your room, you look down at the box of sweets he got for you. If Tamaki took the time to pick each one out for you, it’s only fair to try one now and satiate that sweet tooth of yours.

But which one shall you try?

The number of options in front of you is almost overwhelming, but you find yourself drawn to a Yellow bundt cake with a deep violet-colored icing. The Violet coloring reminds you of your boyfriend. Curiously you read the key card that tells you what each sweet is and learn it is a Lemon Lavender Bundt cake. 

As you bite into the treat, your taste buds are kissed by a beautiful combination of tart lemon batter and the floral sweetness of the lavender. It may just be one of the best things you have ever had in your life. 

But what makes it taste even better is that Tamaki got it for you.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Protect | Gohan x Reader |

author's note: this lil story is inspired by an ask @loki-love answered, which i encourage you to check out here! thank you so much again for inspiring and approving me writing this short lil thing haha i appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. i just really wanted to write protective gohan!!

pairing: gohan x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of reader's past abusive relationship, gohan's anger

A ping breaks the amicable silence between you and Gohan, and you groan at the realization it's your phone that's gone off. Gohan absentmindedly rubs your thigh as he continues staring at the bright light of his laptop screen as he works and your eyes flick to the message on your phone instead of the raunchy comedy on the television.

I miss you

"Ugh." You grumble under your breath. Your ex, once again. Lately he's taken to messaging you, not just through your phone number but even social media outlets. Ignoring him hasn't been working; he just keeps trying!

Please leave me alone.

You silence your phone and tuck it between the couch cushions, wrapping your arms around Gohan's and focusing on the movie again. He kisses your hair sweetly, resting his head on yours and watching as a naked man on the screen emerges from the trunk of a car and begins beating up three men with a crowbar. "What on earth are you watching?" He chuckles, perplexed but entertained anyway.

"A dumb movie." The murmur is sour on your lips— every time that bastard of an ex messages you, your mood turns. Where someone finds the nerve to harass their ex after the way they treated them in the relationship, you've got zero idea.

"You alright?" He murmurs in your ear and sets aside his laptop to turn his body your way.

"Yeah, yeah." You nod quickly. "Don't worry. Just… Watch the movie with me?"

"Of course." Gohan's smile is so damn pure; he loves you so much, and that's exactly why you love him just as much. He builds you up, telling you he loves you every day, listening to your boring workday stories, complimenting you even when you look a hot mess first thing in the morning. He's never left anything but a good mark on you, never ever caused one bad day.

Gohan and the movie are quick in breaking your downward spiral, and you cuddle into your lover just a little closer, grinning ear-to-ear when his lips press against your cheek.

I'm sorry for everything. I've changed, just let me prove it to you

A low growl leaves your throat as you read the text. Bastard left you alone for one day! Instead of the rest of your damn life! Your thumbs tap quickly against the screen and you send the message with a huff, shoving your phone in your back pocket as you resume working; it's a busy evening at the rowdy Texas-themed restaurant you work at, and you've certainly got no time to text a shitty man.

I will never go back to you. Leave me alone!

The evening goes by quickly, your shift just about over as you're collecting your tip from your most recent table when there's a tap on your shoulder. And when you turn, it's none other than that bastard that literally left you for dead staring you in the eye. He's grown his hair out and started shaving, and in those green eyes you see images of the past— the way he berated you, cheated on you, beat you and then drained your joint account of all the money and skipped town when he left you.

"Babe-" He begins, and you gasp sharply and step away as if burned by his very voice alone.

"I am not your babe. Leave me alone!" You nearly drop the wad of cash in your hand as you scurry away to the employee lounge and call your boyfriend.

Gohan answers immediately, the angel. "Hey baby, are you off work already?"

"Yes." You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, hoping your voice isn't shaking like your hands.

"I'm on my way. See you in five!"

"See you." You quickly tap the red button and rub your face. Hopefully your ex is gone by the time Gohan comes.

Gohan makes the quick drive between home and the restaurant in record time, and walks in as always to come and walk you to the car himself. He's done that ever since you took this job, as it's simply a gentlemanly thing to do, and also because who knows who's lurking in the shadows at this time of night? You're far too precious to him to go unguarded, so to speak.

He smiles and looks around, black hair wild as always after a research binge. Some of your coworkers wave and he waves back politely, smiling still. He can't remember the last time he's felt this happy all the time, at peace even during the most frustrating days at work. You've brought a balance to his life he can never thank you for enough.

"D'ya know where she is?" Gohan asks, and one of the blonde waitresses moves in closer to speak in a whisper.

"She ran to the break room, I'll go get her… And I'm not for sure, but that guy over there seems like trouble and won't give anyone his order or anything. We were just about to ask our manager to call the police and have him removed."

"Hmm…" Gohan looks over, the days of his vigilante justice flashing briefly in his mind when he gets a look at the man. Gohan doesn't love to judge, but the vibes of the man alone raise the hairs on the back of his neck. "Can I go with you to retrieve her?"

"Yeah, absolutely." The waitress nods and takes Gohan to the back where the lounge is, opening the door and allowing him in, leaving the two of you in private.

"Honey?" Gohan asks carefully. Something is definitely wrong, at this point. You're curled into a ball with your head tucked into your knees; and if he's not mistaken, it sounds like you're crying.

Dear Lord, forgive me if I have to fuck someone up tonight.

You sniff and look up at the light of your life— and subsequently surge into his arms as he gets closer to you.

"Baby…" Gohan murmurs, holding you in those deceptively strong arms. He's got every bit the look of a typical nerd, but underneath those clothes lie a very strong, durable Saiyan that should maybe train more than he does these days, but is still plenty strong enough to beat many, many foes. Especially human ones. "What's wrong?"

"M-My ex, Tyler, won't leave me alone." You sob into his shirt. "He keeps texting me and I tried ignoring him and I tried telling him to leave me alone but it didn't work and now he's here and-" Another sob breaks out and you lose your words, but Gohan's got more than enough information now.

"Is he that man sitting out there?" He murmurs lowly, body beginning to tense with adrenaline.

"Yes." You pull back and wipe your eyes, looking into Gohan's. "I'm sorry I didn't-"

"No, no." He says quickly. "You have nothing to apologize for. Not one single thing."

"But I didn't tell-"

"That doesn't matter, baby. You stay here— I'm gonna go talk to him."

"Gohan!" Your fingers curl into his white Henley shirt, holding him to you as best as you can. "You can't just…"

His warm hands cradle your face, swiping away your remaining tears with his thumbs. He looks at you as if you're a netherite ingot— the most valuable thing he could ever have. "I'm just going to talk to him. Okay?"

You falter, taking a deep breath. Of course your ex isn't scary at all to Gohan; he could obliterate the piece of shit with a single snap. And you know what lurks beneath Gohan's surface— the rage of the great beast within sometimes seems to buzz just beneath his skin. That alone should send your ex running.

"Okay."

Gohan smiles gently and kisses your lips so sweetly, so lovingly. "I'll be right back, okay? And then we'll go home and snuggle."

Your smile is hard for Gohan to break away from, but the memory of your tears anytime a nightmare arose that featured the man you used to be with is enough to pull him away from your arms and out to the table your ex is at, his back to Gohan's approach. Gohan sneers, the tingle of Super Saiyan crawling up his spine and he has to will it away as he firmly grasps the back of your former boyfriend's neck, leaning down to speak directly into his ear.

"Step outside with me. Now."

"Who the hell-" Tyler stops short when he turns his head and sees the fury in Gohan's eyes.

"Son Gohan." The half-Saiyan spits out. "Let's go." He practically drags Tyler out of the booth, his hold on his neck still strong. With just a simple squeeze, he could end this man's life as he'd nearly ended yours, and the beast on his shoulder yearns for it.

But he promised you he would only talk it out, and he'd certainly never break a promise he made to you.

Gohan releases Tyler when they're outside and at the perimeter of the parking lot, pushing him a short distance away. "Do you think harassing my girlfriend is going to do you any favors?"

"I'm not harassing-"

"She's asked you several times to leave her alone. And yet, you don't listen. What do you call it?"

Tyler's fists clench and god the fury inside of Gohan is hard to contain. This person, the one that tore you down to nothing stands before him, and words could never express the desires his primal, Saiyan blood has in the face of this cruel man. He's a threat to you, the one Gohan loves and will protect with his life, if needed.

Gohan speaks again before your ex even has the chance. "I love that woman with everything I've got. She means everything to me." He fishes a small box out of his pocket, opening it and showing Tyler the beautiful ring inside. "This is hers; it's just waiting for me to ask the question."

"Me and her have history, and if she would just hear me out-"

Gohan laughs rather menacingly, carefully putting the ring box back into his jeans pocket and stepping closer to your ex. "You still don't get it. She's with me now, Tyler, and she's happy."

"She was happy with me too."

"I don't doubt that she was at some point." Gohan shrugs. "Until you cheated on her, abused her emotionally and physically, and left her for dead in that old apartment."

Tyler blanches, as if he stupidly didn't expect Gohan to have the nitty gritty details. And that's when Gohan grabs him by his shirt so forcefully, pulling him close and ripping his glasses off his own face so he can truly look the scumbag in the eye.

"This is the only warning you get from me. Eye-to-eye, man-to-man. Leave my girl alone, and you won't have any problems. Understand?" Gohan growls, the inner beast screaming at him to destroy this man, to not even leave a corpse behind. He doesn't deserve to live, it calls. He hurt her, it reminds. 

"I'm not fuckin' scared-"

With a roar, Gohan releases Tyler's shirt and instead slams his fist into one of the nearby trees, splintering it to hell as it's ripped clean in half by the single punch. The nerve of this fucking guy! Gohan glances over his shoulder as the rest of the tree falls to the ground, and he can't fight the smirk on his lips when he sees the coward running for the hills.

"Guess I made my point."

Gohan wipes away any pieces of wood from his clothes, pulling a splinter from his hand and grimacing lightly at the scratches. They don't hurt, but they'll worry you. He jogs quickly into the restaurant again, and smiles when he sees you're out of the break room and sitting at a table with that same coworker from before.

"Hey!" He greets you with a swift kiss. "Ready to go?"

"Yes." You nod and perk a brow, but wait until you're at the car to ask any questions.

"He's not gonna bother you anymore." Gohan prefaces as he opens the door for you.

"You're sure of that?"

"Well…" Gohan gestures in the direction their conversation took place in, and you gasp at the sight of the destroyed tree.

"Gohan!"

Even with the beast inside proud of his work, Gohan blushes with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't hit him."

Your arms slip around Gohan's waist and practically crush him in a hug. His arms are gentle in contrast, but so warm, like a blanket around you. He smiles again and kisses the top of your head before bringing you home to snuggle, as promised.

[specialagentlokitty]

BAU x Male!reader - past work

I was wondering if I could request BAU Team x Male reader who used to work in x-files(classified cases dealing in supernatural phenomenon) and has both seen/been through things that are humanly impossible. Reader having Marie Antoinette syndrome and they react very differently compared to the others on the team calm/clear level headed(nothing seems to surprise them) But what if the team take a case that has to do with a 'cult' and the team get a chance to learn what kind of work reader did from the way he knows information of what dealing with the real thing is, and reader starts to avoid sleep cause nightmares start being more frequent. Reader getting some comfort from the team - @xweirdo101x 💜

Sitting in your car, you watched as your phone rang for the third time, and with a heavy sigh you sent them to voicemail so you could read the messages they were sending you.

You called your boss back and stuck it on speaker, setting it in your dashboard as you began to read through some of the papers you had.

“You’re ignoring our calls.”

“Sorry Hotch, I was driving, what is it?”

“We have a case, where are you right now?”

“Hold on.”

Grabbing your phone, you began to check your location before telling him.

“You’re not that far off from the town we’re heading to, are you able to meet us there and get everything set up?”

“Yeah of course, see you later.”

You hung up and put in your destination on your phone, checking how far you were and you were only a couple of hours out.

After sorting a hotel room and everything, you began the drive to the town for your next case.

When you got there, you checked yourself into the hotel first, sorting a few other rooms for the rest of your team before heading to the police station.

“I’m looking for the sheriff.”

You handed the woman your badge and she checked it before smiling, pointing you in the right direction.

After speaking with him about the reason you were here, getting some files from him and setting up a room for the team you began to read through everything.

You weren’t aware of how much time had passed until you heard people walking in.

“So this is where you ran off to, you’re really far away from home.” Derek said.

“Well I was in a drive visiting some people, so I happened to be driving past.”

You set the pen next ti the whiteboard and turned around so you could start talking to them about everything you had been working out while you waited for them.

“You’ve been busy.” Rossi chuckled.

“I had some time to kill, did one of you grab my go bag?”

“Yeah, I have it it’s in my room.” Hotch said.

You nodded, sitting back down at the table.

“How did you figure all this out? Reid only got halfway through the trip here.” JJ said.

“Previous work. Oh by the way the morgue are waiting for one of you.”

With that you wondered away to do something else.

You tended to work on your own, and this was a particular case you had to work by yourself because you were convinced there was more to it than what you thought.

Sitting back in your chair, you tapped your pen against the papers.

Grabbing your laptop, you logged in and pulled up some old encrypted files beginning to work on them and read through them.

Closing the down, you put your laptop away.

“Reid what’s your thoughts on the case?” You asked.

“Well, based on the evidence, I would say it’s some sort of cult, though it doesn’t refer to any religion or cult I’ve read or heard from before.”

You got up, walking over you stood behind him, resting your hand in the table as you began to look through his papers.

“Not a mainstream religion, are you sure it’s cult?”

“Everything points to that, these are very well thought off kills, they’re meticulously planned, everything is precise and done with care.”

“I devised the murder itself was with poison, is that correct?” You asked.

“Yes, the tests didn’t show anything, but Hotch and Derek did find that there was an injection point under the tongue.”

You nodded your head and pushed yourself away from the table.

“I have to make a few calls, I’ll be back soon.”

Grabbing your phone you left, going to your car to make the phone calls.

You were connecting all the dots, and you needed some way to solve this without getting your team involved for their own sake.

Unfortunately it didn’t work out that way, because a few days later when the profile and been delivered and you knew exactly what you were doing, while you were sorting something out the team had made their move.

Hotch told you to meet them there, and you had to rush to get there but it was too late.

They were tied in the middle of a pentagram, and you stepped inside, ducking by a bookshelf as you rummaged through your bag.

“What are you doing?! Get us out!” Emily hissed.

“Give me a moment.” You replied.

Taking a small vile, you opened it, pouring the dust into your.

Walking over, you knelt down, gently blowing the dust at then and you watched as a shimmer appeared around the circle.

“Just like I thought, barrier.”

“What the hell does that even mean?!” Derek snapped.

“It means that I can’t get in, you can’t get out, I need to break that barrier to help you.”

Heading back to your bag, you grabbed the knife you kept in there, putting the hilt in your mouth as you stuffed it out of the way.

“Are they still here?”

“They went upstairs.” Reid said quietly.

Nodding your head, you looked towards the stairs, grabbing a marble from your pocket.

You rolled it across the floor, towards the stairs and it triggered a trap, a large spike of ice shooting down from the ceiling.

You heard running from upstairs and stood up, holding the knife in your hand, grabbing the hilt of your gun with the other hand.

“Get out of here!” Rossi yelled.

They all shouted and panicked while you stood there calmly, not a single emotion present on your face.

The three woman came running down, stumbling back a few steps when they looked at you.

“They said you died…”

“Apparently they lied, I never died. I left, and you have been causing issues, so, now I’m here. Let’s talk.”

The team could only sit there and watch as a fight broke out, and you had detained two of them before turning to the third who was younger than the others.

“New blood?”

She backed herself against the wall and nodded her head.

“You’re going to break that circle and let my team go, do you understand me?”

“Yes sir…”

She undid the circle and let them all go, holding her hands in the air as she turned to look at you.

“Are you going to kill me…? I heard you kill people…”

“No. And I have. You’ve been misguided, there’s another team coming, I’ll have a talk with them. Sit down.”

She nodded, sitting on the floor and you turned to your team.

“I will answer all your questions after this.”

And that’s what you did, after getting the young witch into a training school for young supernaturals you went back to the hotel to tell your team everything.

In a way it was like a weight lifted off your shoulders, but life was never that simple.

The case had opened memories you had tried so hard to forget, sleep was hard to come by now, so you took some days off to try and work it out but nothing was helping.

You were growing more and more tired, to the point where it wasn’t safe for you to drive or work.

Walking into your living room, you sighed, running a hand down your face as you set your coffee on the table.

Your door opened and you gripped the hilt of your knife.

“It’s us!” Rossi announced.

“Living room!”

You set the knife back down and turned to the doorway to watch as the teamed came in.

“How’re you doing kid?” Derek asked you.

You shrugged a little, sitting in the arm of the couch.

“Could be better but that’s life.”

“Is this about the case?” Garcia asked you.

You nodded your head letting out a small sigh.

“There were things from my previous job that I was trying to escape, but I suppose some things can’t be buried forever.”

Emily walked over, sitting next to you.

“You know you can talk to us right?”

“I know, but trust me it’s things you don’t want to hear about. It’s nothing that won’t pass. I’m just constantly on edge, I have nightmares and flashbacks.”

“Come here.” JJ said.

You looked at her and walked over, sitting next to her in the larger couch, and she rested your head on her shoulder.

“We’ll stay here, keep an eye on things okay?”

“Yeah! We’ll watch over you while you sleep.”

Garcia walked over with a blanket and covered you up and they all sat around you.

“Go on, it’s alright.” Hotch said.

“The moment you start having a nightmare we’ll wake you up, it’s a promise. You did it for me so I want to do it for you.” Reid said.

You smiled a little.

“Thanks guys, I don’t think it’ll work, but thank you.”

You grabbed a pillow, putting it in JJ’s lap so you could lay down, and she ran her fingers through your white hair.

They did everything to soothe you into sleeping, and when you were asleep they quietly spoke to one another.

Even if they needed to stay here for the next few weeks, taking turns to look after you they would.

They knew you had been through a lot at your old job, the scars and your ability to remain stone cold in even the most upsetting situations gave that away and they wanted to help you

[starvity]

hii! i was wondering if u could write anything for serim<3

— ☆ little things he does that make you fall more in love with him

gn!reader x cravity serim

genre: fluff // warnings: reader wears makeup and their hair is on the longer side, jealous serim, big crowds, kisses?!

author's note: hi thank you so much for being my first request!! i wasn't very inspired and decided to just give you a bunch of headcanons for serim because i think he's definitely boyfie material!!! hope you enjoy reading <3 (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

always having your hair tie around his wrist

when he saw you were struggling to keep your hair out of your face on your date last time, he decided to carry a hair tie around since you tend to forget yours. you were working on one of your assignments on your laptop when you felt a hand put a strand of hair behind your ear ; it was your boyfriend's serim, who was watching a movie next to you. suddenly, he gets up and circles the couch to get behind you. he softly gathers your hair and carefully puts it in a loose ponytail before slightly tilting your head up and kissing your forehead.

pulling you by the belt loops of your jeans to kiss you

it seems like serim has been clingier than usual today. maybe it was how you were carefully applying lipstick in the mirror, brows furrowed in concentration or how you were carefully picking your outfit for tonight that had that effect on him. "can't we just stay here and order takeout?" serim asks in a whiny voice. you look at him confused, why was he suddenly changing plans when he sounded so excited to go to this party earlier? when you didn't seem to quite agree with his suggestion, you feel him slip his index fingers through the belt loops of your jeans before pulling you closer and landing his lips on yours. "are you... jealous?" you giggle through the kiss.

having an arm around you in a crowd

being in such a big crowd did not make you feel very at ease, that's for sure. serim and you did not expect to see so many people at the summer festival. well, it was quite popular and the weather was very good that day but maybe if you knew beforehand that you were going to be squished between strangers the entire evening, you would have probably prefered staying home. it was starting to get very hot standing here, waiting for the people in front of you to slowly walk to the small exit. your forehead started to sweat and your hand holding serim's became clammy. suddenly, you feel serim wrap his arm around your waist and fan your face with his hand. "we're almost there baby." he tries to calm you down with a sweet smile.

speaking to you in a soft voice

you have forgotten how many times serim has let himself fall into your embrace after a long day spent at his agency. he does love his members, so much, but being the leader and living with 8 other boys can be extremely exhausting. it is when you once visited him during one of his dance practices that you witnessed the chaos for the first time. seongmin was running after allen, minhee and hyeongjun were fighting, jungmo and wonjin were having a screaming contest while taeyoung and woobin were loudly practicing their vocals. you look at serim with a concerned and tired face and he softly giggles between sighs. he tries to convince everyone to go back to working with a rather stern voice but nobody seemed to hear him. you don't think you have ever heard him so strict-sounding so when he came to you, softly asking you if you want him to drive you back to your house, you were surprised. so i really do have the partner privilege?

getting along well with your parents/friends

"did you invite serim too?" your mom asks as you and your friend set the table. you raise an eyebrow at her, "i haven't seen you in 2 weeks because i was out of town but you're still asking for my boyfriend?" sometimes you can't help but think she might like him a little more than her own child. your conversation got cut off by the doorbell ringing and you chuckle as you see your mom run to the front door. you hear the faint sound of serim's giggles as she basically engulfs him in a hug. you look at him with loving eyes as he greets your friend and laughs at a joke they make. he finally gets in front of you and plants a soft kiss on your cheek "did i keep you waiting? i didn't know i was going to get attacked with love as soon as i stepped foot in your house." he apologizes timidly. you simply giggle and kiss the back of his hand "we seriously can't break up because i feel like my relatives would be more devastated than i would."