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Fairytale prompt 7 please with Prosciutto. A Cinderella tale where darling just wants to spend the night away from their family and unknowingly bumps into prince Prosciutto

Finally I finished it... nearly 7000 words 💀

This was actually quite enjoyable to write.

The hazelnut tree

(Yandere Prosciutto X Female Reader)

Like every day before you scrubbed the stone floors, Subjected to a maid's duty. Unfortunately, you had no choice, when your father died the estate was left to your cruel stepmother who left you with only two options: serve as a maid or leave with nothing. So for the past decade, you had spent cooking and cleaning. Slowly trying to salvage valuables and small sums of money to lead to an eventual escape.

You flinched as you heard a knock on the door. You quickly got up and ran to the door. Opening it revealed a finely dressed delivery man.

"Hello, what brings you here today?" You asked.

"I have come with invitations from the Royal family, all the ladies of the kingdom are requested to attend a three-night soiree so that the prince may find a bride" he explained as he searched through a velvet satchel.

"Residents?" He asked you.

"(L/n)" you replied. It took the man a while but he eventually pulled out three envelopes before he bid you farewell. You closed the door and placed them on the nearby table before returning to your work.

Time passed with the only sound being that of the brush you were scrubbing with. After you had finished you emptied the remaining water in the garden before going back inside and sitting on the lounge to rest your aching body but of course, luck was not on your side as the door opened and your stepmother and sisters entered.

"Slacking off as usual?" Your stepmother asked in an accusatory tone.

"I just finished scrubbing the floors…" you sighed before pointing to the table. You would have gotten up but you were far too sore to do anything, even though you knew that not doing so would result in no dinner.

"A delivery man arrived with invitations to a royal ball today" you explained and your step sisters' eyes lit up with excitement as they rushed to the table and picked the letters up and tore the envelope straight off. They could barely contain their excitement as they read through it.

"Mother, the prince will be choosing a bride at the ball!" One of them squealed.

"Prince Prosciutto… to marry him would be a blessing" the other swooned. You had heard them talk about the prince before. They would sometimes see him in the town and would return talking to each other for what seemed like hours. His light blonde hair that was always finely styled, and his fair, porcelain skin was. His eyes that were an icy blue. They fancied him a fair bit.

They put down the letters before noticing the third.

"What? (Y/N) got an invitation?!" One of them scoffed which caught your stepmother's attention. You leaned forward a bit. Shocked to hear that you had received an invitation.

"Now why would a lowly maid like her be invited?" She asked.

"The delivery man told me all women of the kingdom are invited" you replied. She shot daggers at you with her piercing glare.

"What a waste of the Prince's time, why would he want to associate with peasants? Surely there are enough noble women for at least one to catch his attention. So why throw those filthy, lowly creatures into the mix" she sneered before grabbing the letter and ripping it.

You tried to remain unfazed but deep down it hurt. To be considered less than human, to have your right to three nights to experience something you had dreamt about since you were a child to be torn to pieces.

That night you hadn't expected to cry into the sack you called a pillow but you did. Despite everything they already put you through this felt like the worst. You wanted to leave now but you knew you were not yet prepared. You had to wait it out for at least another year if you wanted to get anywhere.

As the days went on all your step sisters could that about was the upcoming ball. The month was spent by them going out in search of the perfect attire. From their jewelry to their shoes they spared no expense in hopes the prince would choose them. Every now and then you asked your stepmother if she would let you attend in hopes she'd say yes but she refused every time until the night before the ball.

"Yes," she replied.

"Really?" You asked her.

"Of course sweet, dear (Y/n), but only if you are able to complete this list of tasks" she lulled in a sickeningly sweet tone before thrusting the list into your hands nearly causing you to fall. You read the list most were the regular chores while others were different. Like sorting lentils out of soot, counting every stone in the floor, and other seemingly impossible tasks. Yet you managed to work throughout the night and into the day, completing every task on that list.

You showed her all the work you had done. She seemed impressed and that gave you hope.

"That's great but you must be so tired from all that work and it seems you don't have a dress ready. I'm afraid I can't let you come" she feigned worry and her daughters laughed in response. It felt like a knife had been driven straight into your heart. You shouldn’t have had hope, of course, she'd never let anything good happen in your life.

You watched as they left before going to the backyard, sitting under the large hazelnut tree that had been planted atop your mother's grave. You hugged the tree as if she was there as you cried.

"All I wanted to do was attend the ball… I just wanted to know what it was like" you sobbed. You continued to cry for a while but when you finally got up you noticed something odd. A pair of heels made of glass had seemingly grown on the tree you pulled them off. Then you saw the most beautiful silver dress. You carefully removed the dress and brought the dress and shoes inside to try on and to your surprise, they fit you perfectly, as if they had been made for you. The glass heels were unusually comfortable, allowing you to step gracefully with ease as if you were barefoot.

Still, you wondered how you would make it to the ball. You stepped outside and your eyes widened in shock as you saw a stunning white carriage parked outside. You walked to the front where the carriage rider sat.

"Umm, sir could you tell me what's going on?" You asked. He turned to you and smiled.

"You're heading to the ball of course ma'am" he replied sweetly.

"There must be some mix up-" you tried to explain but he cut you off.

"No there is no mix-up, you wished to attend the ball so you shall. Now you should quickly hop in so you're not late" he said. You were confused, left with more questions than answers but you entered the carriage anyway.

'Wish?' You thought to yourself. Yes, it was your wish but how? Such things only happened in fairytales. you looked out the window to see the glow of the castle draw closer and your heart fluttered.

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The carriage slowed and you could see the castle right in front. A velvet carpet was rolled out to invite all the guests. The carriage then stopped and the door was opened. You got out and looked in awe at everything, this didn't feel real. You took slow steps as you made your way to the doorway. This all must have been a dream, this was too good to be true.

Heads turned as you walked into the enormous ballroom. Whispers you couldn't make out reached your ears. It wasn't long before men lined up to ask you to dance with them and you accepted each one. Blissfully dancing the night away. Between breaks, the women complimented you including your step sisters who seemed clueless as to who you were.

Throughout all this The prince watched from afar, curious as to who the woman was now talking about. He tried to approach however you hurried out of the ball before he'd gotten a chance to speak to you, but he did not threaten as he knew you'd return tomorrow night.

You had hurried off to the carriage after seeing the time, knowing your step-relatives would be leaving soon you had to make it home, or else they would know.

When you arrived home. you returned the dress and shoes to the hazelnut tree and went straight to bed. Shortly you could hear the door open and the mutter of your step-relatives. Your step sisters talking about how beautiful the mysterious woman was and how they would need better outfits if they were to impress the prince while their mother tried to discredit the woman.

In the mornings your step sisters boasted about the ball and told you about the mystery woman but when trying to describe her they couldn't. They remember her but her features were hazy. Even your stepmother was perplexed by how she forgot the appearance of such a distinct person.

After that they left early to find another, better dress to wear and returned after noon to start getting ready while you continue with your chores. Once they left you made your way to the hazel tree to find the same glass heels and a golden dress that was even more beautiful than last night's dress. You put them on and got into the carriage once more.

Once again you conversed and danced but you couldn't help but be lured to one of the balconies by the cold breeze that flowed from them. You looked out to the garden, they were already so beautiful. You could only imagine how much more beautiful it looked during the day before a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"You look so beautiful in that dress, from which kingdom do you come from?" A soothing voice asked. You turned to see a fair-skinned man with icy blue eyes and well-kept blonde hair wearing a fine royal blue suit.

"Thank you, sir, I have lived in this kingdom my whole life" you replied which earned a slight chuckle from him.

"Well I have not seen such craftsmanship from here… and I would have assumed that someone from this kingdom would undoubtedly know the face of their Prince" he spoke.

You felt your heart stop for a second, you were embarrassed that you had spoken so lowly to him.

"I'm so sorry your majesty! It was rude of me to speak like that to you. I've not been outside of my family's property in many years" you apologized and explained as you bowed before him.

"I'll consider accepting your apology, but only if you'll accompany me tonight," he said with a smirk. You were flustered, why would the prince want you around him?

"I am so sorry your majesty but I am not worthy of such a privilege" you replied. Another chuckle passed his lips and he got closer.

"No, it would be a great privilege for me to be around you. Last night I had heard so many people speak so highly of you, I had tried to get my chance to dance with you last night but you had left before I had the opportunity to ask" he retorted.

You were shocked that the prince wanted to dance with you, as wonderful as it sounded you really didn't want that kind of attention. You wanted to refuse his proposal but you were afraid of what the consequences might be so you accepted.

You waltzed with him a lot longer than you had with any of the dance partners you had before. During the dance, he asked you question after question. You kept vague with your responses.

"You never told me your name" He stated.

For a few seconds, you remained silently debating on whether you should tell him or lie. You thought back to the morning and remembered how your step-relatives couldn't remember you last night. Perhaps the same would apply with your name.

"My name is (Y/n)" you told him.

"(Y/n) is such a lovely name… it suits you very well" he complimented you.

"Thank you" you replied before looking at the clock and seeing the time it was nearly twelve. You had to leave.

"Your majesty-" you tried to speak but he cut you off.

"You do not have to be so formal with me, just call me Prosciutto," he told you.

"Prosciutto It's getting late, I have to leave" you explained as you tried to pull away.

"But the ball isn't even close to finishing tonight, if you're worried about your family then I'll explain, just point out to them" he explained.

"No, I have to leave now!" You explained in a dire tone.

Prosciutto noticed your apparent stress and pulled you into an embrace.

"Whatever it is that's forcing you not to stay isn't important, if you have a problem just tell me… I'll make sure to solve it" he spoke in a sickly sweet tone with the slightest bit of poison as if he held contempt towards something, making a shiver go down your spine.

You could feel many eyes on you. You managed to escape his grip and make your way to the carriage and leave. You were shaken by what had just happened. Your heart was pounding rapidly.

When you finally arrived home you once again returned the clothes and got into bed just before your step relatives arrived home. They talked more about the lady at the ball. One of the stepsisters even mentioned that she overheard some of the conversations the prince had with her. Tell the other two that the lady's name was (Y/n) but never correlated it to you.

After the ball had ended the prince did not rest until he had a plan set to capture the woman who kept eluding him. He ordered tar and a spare carpet and informed the servants of the plan before finally resting in the late morning.

That morning you served breakfast to your step-relatives. They only talked about the woman again.

"What was her name again? You told us last night but I cannot remember" your stepmother asked one of her daughters.

"Her name was…" she tried to reply but paused for a few seconds.

"Well I actually can't remember either" she continued. From a distance, you sighed in relief.

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In the evening you watched your step relatives leave again before sitting down. Tonight you intended to stay home after last night's ordeal. You didn't need any of that attention. Minutes passed before there was a knocking at the door. You opened it to see the carriage driver that had driven you to the ball the last two nights holding the glass heels and a dark blue dress with diamonds sewn into it, making it look like a starry night sky.

"You'll be late to the ball if you don't get ready now," he told you.

"I'm sorry but I don't want to go tonight" you replied.

"But it was your wish to attend," he retorted.

"Yes I know it was my wish to go and I did but I've had enough" you explained before closing the door. You took a step away from the door before hearing the familiar sound of the glass heels. You looked down to see you were in the dress.

"What?!" You exclaimed before opening the door again where the man still stood.

"I don't want to go, please" you begged the man.

"I'm sorry but I can't change anything, it's your wish and I must grant it" explained.

"Well now I wish to not go," you told him.

"That isn't how it works I'm afraid, the wish must be fulfilled," he told you as he gently took hold of your hand. Even though he used very little force, your body complied with his movements against your will. You stepped into the carriage and the door closed before it began to move. You sat thinking but couldn't wrap your head around this wish thing.

Once you had arrived you had reluctantly left the carriage and were instantly greeted by the prince.

"And I was starting to think you weren't going to show up," he said. You tried to speak but you couldn't.

"It was such a shame that you had left so soon last night, should we continue where we left off?" He asked. As he took your hand.

"No…" you muttered and the look in his eyes changed, you couldn't figure out what it meant but it put you on edge.

"Well we don't have to dance, perhaps we could just wander the garden away from all the guests" he suggested.

"That's a lovely offer but what if people get the wrong idea?" You replied.

"And what do you mean by the wrong idea?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"People will start thinking that there's something between us" you replied, earning a chuckle from the blonde.

"So let them, I don't care what they think," he said as pulled you to the garden.

Once again he asked you questions about your life and again you answered vaguely. Every once and a while he'd point out a plant or ornament that he was particularly fond of before you reached the back of the castle which was a small atrium area.

"I want to show you some friends of mine," he told you as he opened the door for you. You cautiously entered the atrium and you were greeted by the caws of a pair of crowd.

"Hubert, Francine calm down," he told the crows as he closed the door behind him. They quickly flew to a nearby branch less than a meter away from you.

"This is the closest I've been to a bird in my life," you said.

"Crows are very intelligent birds, once you feed them a few times they become very loyal creatures," he explained.

"I've trained them for quite some time, recently the duke of a nearby kingdom kept harassing me to marry his daughter for months on end and do you know how I got him to stop?" He continued.

"How?" You asked expecting him to tell you he had gotten them to harmlessly terrorize the Duke but what he did tell you made you feel sick to your stomach.

"I got them to peck his eyes out, he screamed like an absolute imbecile" he confessed.

"What?!" You exclaimed against your will. Why would the prince do something so horrible, he was supposed to be the future king.

"What, Are you afraid they'll hurt you? If so I can assure you they won't" he tried to reassure you.

"No… why would you subject someone to that in the first place?" you asked, absolutely mortified by how casual he was about it.

"Because he was wasting so much of my time, surely you must have some idea of what it's like?" he reasoned. At that moment you knew you had to leave.

"I should be heading home…" you said but he grabbed your wrist with a brutal force. At that moment he forgot his plan. He had to make his intentions known.

"And again like last night and the night before you want to leave early. Whatever it is you keep leaving for is not as important as right now" he hissed in almost a scolding manner.

"Once you're mine you won't need to worry at all. Everyone and thing will bend on your wim" he proclaimed.

"No!" You screamed as you tried to escape his grasp.

"No?" He asked you as he tightened his grip on your wrist, making you whimper.

"No, you're a horrible person!" you replied. You felt a painful pop in your wrist that caused you to fall to your knees.

"No, let go! You're going to break my hand!" You pleaded as tears escaped your eyes.

"You decide, either you comply or I will," he told you sternly. Without realizing it you had headbutt him right sternum causing him to let go of your wrist. You quickly took the advantage to run but he was quick to chase after you. You nearly ripped every door off offs hinges as you tried to escape.

You finally found the ballroom and with little care, you pushed past others.

"(Y/n!)" you heard Prosciutto's voice call out softly in comparison to how he was just a moment ago.

Once you had left the building you had tried running down the steps only to find tar had been slathered on the carpet, causing one of the glass heels to get stuck you turned around to see Prosciutto and his guards approaching so you got it off your foot and hurried down the rest of the stairs and into the carriage, only just managing to escape. Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to give out. When you arrived home you hurried to get rid of the heel and dress before going inside and lying in bed, your heart still pounding.

Your step-relatives arrived shortly after like the nights before. Theorizing about what possibly happened but never once did they believe the prince was at fault.

It terrified you. Was what you saw a side of him that most never saw? How could people who for a self-centered prince who would take the enjoyment out of people's pain and suffering?

If he found you, who knows what he'd do?

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The news spread quickly. Within only a few days the whole kingdom knew about the search for the woman at the ball. The prince was going from residence to residence in search of the woman who would fit the glass heel. It was only a matter of time before he would arrive.

In the night you pulled out the valuables you had hidden. You had to escape now. You packed for the journey out of the kingdom before you felt a breath on your neck.

"I knew you were up to something" your stepmother hissed.

"I've… decided to leave," you said, attempting to sound headstrong but failing.

"With all of this that was stolen from me?" she asked.

"No, this is my father's wealth! Not a cent of it is yours!" You retorted only to be met with a harsh slap in the face.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that!" She snarled as she delivered blow after blow to you, leaving you disoriented.

"You horrible girl, I should have just thrown you into the snowy streets when he died! You grew up to be nothing but rotten!" she yelled. You felt yourself slowly slipping into unconsciousness as she continued her tirade.

You woke later to find you had been tied to one of the support pillars in the basement.

"Oh God, what does she intend to do to me?" you muttered to yourself.

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Prosciutto looked at the long list of the names of the various households of the kingdom as the carriage rocked on the uneven path. So far his attempts to find his lady had been futile.

He'd have made a bounty for her but he could not remember her name nor how she looked, which was very odd considering that usually he could remember people with ease. Whenever he tried to remember her it was always obscured, like a thick haze in his mind.

"(L/n)" he read the name of the residence he was attending next. The original owner had died and left the home to his second wife and they had three daughters from previous marriages.

The carriage came to a halt. He looked out the window to see the house and put down the list. He then grabbed the velvet box he had stored the heel in before exiting the carriage.

He followed his guards and servants to the door before one of them knocked. It only took a few seconds before two young ladies opened with enthusiasm.

"Welcome your majesty!" They greeted him in union. He knew instantly that neither of them was the woman he sought.

"Thank you and good morning to you both" he replied before he entered. He looked around the entrance. Taking particular note of a painting of a man and what he assumed was his daughter. Something about the young girl in that painting intrigued him.

"Who are those two in that painting there?" He asked.

"That was my late husband" an older lady replied as she made her way down the stairs.

"And the child?" He asked her.

"Nothing of importance, I've actually been meaning to have that painting removed for a while now but is up too high for anyone to reach" she explained, still not giving him a clue as to who the girl was.

"Well, I'm sure you know why I am here?" He said.

"Yes, I'm well aware as to why, may I have a minute with daughters before they try on the shoe?" She asked.

"Of course" he replied and as soon as he said that she and the two girls walked into one of the nearby rooms and closed the door. He followed shortly after to listen.

"Sacrifices must be made to ensure that you prosper," the lady told her daughters.

"No, I can't do that! I'd never be able to walk again if I did that!" One of the daughters exclaimed in horror.

"I agree. You can't expect us to mutilate ourselves to fit the shoe?" The other daughter said.

"You'll not need to walk when you are queen, it is a small price to pay to become " the mother spoke harshly. Now the prince knew for certain that they were not the one.

He returned to the entrance where he waited for them to return. After a couple of minutes, they exited the room. One of the girls was visibly in pain. His eyes moved to the ground where he could see a trail of blood. He was actually quite amused that she'd actually gone through with that sacrifice her mother had spoken of.

The other girl sat on the nearby chair first and let the servants attempt to put the heel on but her toes could not fit. She sighed in defeat before she let her sister take her place. The servants tried again and it fit. She squealed in joy as she looked at the prince who nodded in disapproval.

"Don't celebrate yet, I want to see you walk that bloody trail there and back, and tell me what that so-called sacrifice has done for you?" he demanded in a snarky tone. Her skin paled in horror.

"Now where is (y/n)? Is she, not a resident here too?" He asked the mother.

"She is not a resident, she is merely a servant my late husband left us" she explained.

"So where is she?" He asked again.

"She's in the basement, I found out she was stealing from us and I have her there as her punishment, there is no need to even concern yourself with that rat since she hadn't attended the ball," she said with bitterness in her tone.

"Are you sure she didn't? the lady at the ball always seemed to rush home early, almost like she was worried something would happen if she didn't leave early" he retorted as he began to put all the pieces together.

"I'm sure of it, there was no way she could have. She had no transportation, not even a dress she could wear" she replied adamantly.

"Well surely there would be no harm in having her try it on, I'm just trying to be thorough in my search," he said as he took the now bloody heel from his servant.

"Alright your majesty" she sighed in defeat before guiding the prince to the basement. She opened the door. The light framing you, head hung low in defeat.

"What… What are you going to do to me?" You asked weakly before you lifted up your head to look towards the door. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw the prince holding the heel.

"No" you muttered. The prince smiled as he looked down at you.

"(Y/n) isn't it?" He asked.

"Yes," you weakly replied as you watched him make his way down the stairs with the heel in his hand.

"I'm just here to get you to try this on" he explained softly. As if you were a small animal that could flee at any point.

"But I never attended the ball, it's a waste of time" you tried to reason. He kneeled before you and tried to grab your leg but you used what little strength you had to kick.

"I'm just being as thorough in my search," he told you before leaning closer.

"And… just as a secret between you and me. I know that the lady at the ball doesn't want to be found" he whispered, his hot breath grazing your neck making your body seize up. He took your ankle quickly and tried to get the heel on but you managed to kick it off before he had the chance to fit it.

The glass heel flew in the air before hitting the ground and smashing into millions of tiny pieces. You turned back to see the prince smile.

"I guess that was useless in the end… but that display of yours was quite telling" he snickered to himself before grabbing something out of his pocket.

"Guards I want these women arrested" he commanded in a cold tone before returning his attention to you. Now you could see the small knife in his hand.

"Look at all those bruises… I can't have you looking like that at our wedding, I'll have to push back the date" he muttered as he sawed at the thick rope that bound you to the pillar.

"However if Wench hadn't caught you stealing then you probably would have fled to some other kingdom, am I right?" He accused you but you couldn't respond. You held your head low. Terrified of what your future would hold.

"Was I right?" He asked as he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. You nodded up and down slightly. He was satisfied with your response and returned to cutting the rope.

Once the rope snapped he put his knife away before picking you up and holding you in bridal style. Some would swoon at the idea of being rescued by a handsome prince and being carried back to a castle but this was a nightmare for you, uncertain of what he had planned, and as much as you wanted to run you knew you couldn't, even trying to move your hand was impossible.

He carried you out to his carriage while ordering his guards to stay until he had a wagon come back to collect the prisoners.

A servant opened the carriage door and the prince laid you down with your head on his lap. Soon the carriage began to move.

He combed his fingers in your hair as he stared down at you.

"That beautiful face, I remember it clear as day now" he spoke to himself as he admired you.

"I love you, even if you're too stubborn to reciprocate my feelings, " he said.

"I'll never love you!" You snarled as you turned your head away from his gaze.

"You don't really have a choice, what are you going to do, try to run away again? Because if that is the case I've already planned for that thoroughly. You're never going to succeed much less be even able to attempt an escape" he explained.

"So is locking me up your plan?" You asked.

"You think I'm going to do the same thing that woman did to you? I promise you I'm not going to do something so degrading. After all, you are my dear princess" he tried to reassure you.

"I have absolutely no trust towards you! You threatened to break my hand that night" you retorted.

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The carriage halted and the door opened. Prosciutto didn't spare a second to hold you in his arms again. As he brought you inside the castle he ordered his servants.

"Have a wagon brought to the (L/n) residence to capture the three women there" he ordered one of the guards before walking to one of the maids

"I want you and the others to start immediately on what I'm requesting. She needs a bath run, fresh clothing, lunch prepared, and a notice sent to all those on the list I wrote for the wedding plans" he listed off to the poor maid who looked at you with pity.

He walked you up the stairs and through the halls til he reached a door. He lowered your legs gently til your feet just touched the cold marble floor. He opened the door to reveal a large bedroom.

The walls were a soft green, the fabrics were white with golden details, the furniture was made of maple wood, and a balcony behind a pair of doors. He walked you in and laid you on the large, soft bed.

"This will be the room you'll stay in until we marry. The maids should arrive soon to take you to the bath" he explained before leaving. He closed the door behind him and the loud click of the lock followed.

You tried to stand on your feet but fell to the cold floor after several attempts before you finally succeeded. You checked the door and indeed it was locked. You then looked to the balcony. You made your way there and checked the doors but they had also been locked.

For what seemed like forever you spent searching for an escape, even pushing furniture in hopes there may be a secret passage but it seemed like Prosciutto was true to his words. He really had made any attempt of escape impossible.

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For two weeks you had been trapped in that room. Only allowed out to bathe and eat. Every day Prosciutto would come, sometimes with wedding planners and seamstresses as the days drew closer to the wedding.

Today was the day. Your heart ached as you looked in the full body mirror to see the beautiful white gown and veil on you, it hurt knowing you were going to marry a man you felt nothing but contempt for. A knock at the door got your attention.

"Your majesty, are you ready?" One of the servants asked. You made a deep sigh, resigning your fate.

"Yes…" you replied as you made your way to the door. It opened and you stepped out. One of the maids handed you a bouquet of pink gladiolus, white Rhododendrons, and purple Hyssop. You silently took them before being guided to the carriage. In there you cried, terrified of the future.

Once you arrived at the church you wiped your tears and contemplated on one last attempt to escape, to run into the woods and not look back but you knew Prosciutto would have prepared for that well in advance.

You got out of the carriage and walked in and the organ began to play. Everyone looked at you in awe, some perhaps were envious. It made you wish you could just switch places with one of those unsuspecting women but unfortunately, that was outside the realm of possibility.

You made your way to the podium where he waited with a smile on his lips, his victory would soon be sealed.

"You look radiant today my love" he complimented you but you refused to respond. The bishop began the ceremony. As he spoke you felt your blood boil as you desperately tried to not scream. You remember the many warnings Prosciutto told you when practicing your vows.

'If you so much as stutter at the wedding I'll make sure you regret it. Our wedding will be perfect, you hear me?' He had threatened.

"You are everything that I ever dreamt of and the only one I will ever need. Our love for each other is heaven-sent. From today and onward I vow to be here with you and for you, forever and always" Prosciutto declared, Something you had heard a thousand times from hours of practice.

"Now (Y/n), your vows" the bishop instructed. you swallowed all the words that threatened to erupt and took a deep breath before speaking.

"Today I say, I do but to me, that means, I will. I will take your hand and stand by your side in every moment, both the good and the bad. From this day onward I dedicate myself to your happiness, your success, and your smile. I will love you forever" you recited as you placed down your bouquet and took the other ring from the table. In that moment tears rolled down your cheeks. Prosciutto wiped the tears from your face but only to portray himself as someone who genuinely cared about you. If this had been behind closed doors he would have taken amusement at how pathetic you were.

"(Y/n) (L/n) do you take his Majesty, Prince Prosciutto to be husband for now and forever?" The bishop asked. Your heart was pounding in your chest, wanted to scream no and run as fast as you could but you were afraid of what Prosciutto would do if you did.

"I do" you replied, finally sealing your horrid fate. The prince took your hand with no hesitation and slipped on the lavish golden ring.

"And Your Majesty, do you take (Y/n) (L/n) To be your wife for now and forever," the bishop asked him.

"I do" Prosciutto replied before smiling at you. You took his hand as he had yours before and put the ring on his finger.

"With the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife" the bishop announced. The applause of the crowd echoed through the church as Prosciutto laced his hands into yours and pulled you into a long, passionate kiss. It seemed like forever before he ended the kiss, you only got a second or so to leave before he swept you off your feet and walked you down the aisle and toward the carriage.

"I planned for us a wonderful honeymoon, it'll just be you and I but first I have a surprise for you" he cooed as he sat you down.

For the journey, he told you about the royal holiday home he was taking you to. It was up on the top of a seaside cliff, completely isolated from any town.

After a few hours, the carriage stopped at an abandoned building that had particularly collapsed.

"Why did we stop?" You asked.

"Because we're here," he told you as he exited the carriage and offered his hand to you.

"No, I don't trust you," you told him.

"That's a shame, I put a lot of effort into the wedding gift I was going to show you" he sighed.

"I'm not leaving" You stood your ground knowing that his gift would certainly be grim. At that moment he practically tore you out of the carriage and dragged you inside despite your protest.

Inside you were confronted with the horrible sight of your step-relatives. Bruised, starved, and bound to support pillars much the same as your stepmother had done to you.

You knew it was some sick, twisted form of vengeance that the prince had devised, maybe you should have taken joy in seeing those who had ruined your life in such pain but you could only feel horrible as they screamed out desperate apologies to you.

"They've suffered enough, please let them go" you pleaded to Prosciutto who only nodded in opposition.

"My love, you don't understand? These three have caused you nothing but suffering. Surely there must be some side of you that is happy to see them getting their just desserts?" He asked you.

"No not one inch of me enjoys watching another suffer" you responded before your attention was caught by a pair of crows. The prince's crows.

"Oh God no!" You screamed as you ran in front of your step-relatives.

"(Y/n) my dear, you shouldn't do that" he warned you.

"No, I'm not going to let you do that to them!" You retorted.

"Hubert, Francine" he called before pointing. They cawed in response before flying above and behind, quick to attack them.

"No stop!" You shouted as you tried to fend off the birds before Prosciutto grabbed you and pulled you back. Their hollers and screams grew louder and louder as the crows pecked and scratched at their eyes. You were crying and screaming as you helplessly watched them suffer.

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere x reader #fairytale au #yandere Prosciutto

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Family Pt. 4 | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 13.7k

TW: POSTPARTUM, BREASTFEEDING, MENTIONS OF SIDS, MENTIONS OF DEATH, POSTPARTUM ANXIETY, PANIC ATTACKS, MENTIONS OF ABUSIVE EX, SMUT, CONSENSUAL SEX BUT MENTIONS OF NON CONSENSUAL SEX, HYPEREMESIS GRAVIDARUM, PASSING OUT, MENTIONS OF BIRTH, MENTIONS OF LABOR, VASECTOMY, MENTIONS OF TUBAL LIGATION, TINY TINY TINY MENTION OF SUICIDE, DEATH (let me know if I missed any)

summary: Eddie and the group take care of you as you come out of your abusive relationship and then find out you have a baby on the way

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I cannot believe this story is done I think it has 35k+ words total💀

Being a mom was really stressful. You learned that the hard way. Having Eddie made it easier, sure. But it was a lot for you. Especially once you were diagnosed with postpartum anxiety, you felt like an absolute failure.

It was mostly the postpartum anxiety that made it hard. You thanked god everyday that you were blessed with a quiet baby, and she didn’t cry a whole lot. She’d just whimper, and let out a little weak cry, but never full on screamed and sobbed like you would’ve thought.

But the postpartum anxiety kept you from sleeping at night, worrying if she was breathing, if she was in the right position, if the temperature was right, if you were recovering properly, if you were bleeding too much, literally every possible thing.

You had severe panic attacks, it was hard for Eddie to calm you down when all you could think about was how wrong things could be going. Not to mention, postpartum was hard. You were really sore and walking hurt tons for the first week, and the after pains that helped your uterus shrink were kinda rough, so was the pain of breastfeeding.

Your boobs were just giant sacks of pain and soreness and it was hell. And of course Noah squeezed the shit out of them whenever you fed her, adding to your pain. Don’t get me wrong, you loved the bond you two were forming from breastfeeding, and not to mention, it was super cheap. But it brought a lot of pain with it. Let’s not forget the day some of your friends were coming over to see her again, and you looked so stupid because you accidentally only fed from one boob and the other one looked absolutely massive.

There were tons of back pains from the strain of the contractions, a lot of headaches from lack of sleep, and random sharp pains in your hips and lower back. You just hit 2 months postpartum, and thankfully most of the pain was gone. However, that postpartum anxiety was a bitch and you should’ve been sleeping tons since that little angel was a good sleeper and a quiet baby, but you absolutely could not.

Eddie hated seeing you like this. He wanted you to get as much rest as you could, wanted you to have a smooth breastfeeding experience full of bonding between you and Noah, wanted you to feel safe and not worry too much about the baby. But none of that happened, you were struggling badly.

You were a week into sleep medication, and anxiety medication and it wasn’t doing much yet but he noticed you were less shaky and was already finding it a little easier to sleep. Eddie was going back to work today, you were nervous to be left completely alone with her but it was bound to happen eventually.

“Call if anything happens, if you feel anxious, anything, okay?” He said and you nodded. He hugged you and you yelped, pushing him away fast. “Eddie, my fucking boobs!” You yelled and he winced, throwing his hands up defensively. You let out a shaky breath and said “damn it, I’m gonna start leaking in a second, get out”

“I’m sorry, I’ll see you at 5” he said and kissed your head, quickly heading out the door. You sighed, grabbing your pump and flipping him the bird through the window as he waved goodbye before driving off. You pumped for a bit, making yourself breakfast in the meantime. You were just sitting down to eat and Noah started fussing and whimpering, which you heard through the monitor.

You groaned and got up, realizing you were done pumping so you took the machine off and slipped the much more comfortable nursing bra Joyce bought you back on. You scooped her up, shushing her softly, turning your face away as you smelt the nuclear bomb she dropped in her diaper.

You changed her and cradled her in your arms, kissing her head as you put on a random show and ate breakfast. After you ate you bottle fed her and burped her, setting her in her baby swing just outside the bathroom and hoping she would be okay to let you have a little shower.

She started crying a little just as you thought you might have time to wash your hair and you groaned, turning the shower off and drying most of your body off before wrapping the towel around you and scooping her up. She was a bit clingy, so sometimes when you weren’t holding her she’d get upset and want to fuss and cry.

You swaddled her and set her on the changing table for a moment, getting dressed in clean clothes and watching as she kicked her feet, trying to get out of it. You chuckled and shook your head, you and Eddie always joked that that was what she was doing the whole time in the womb, just kicking as hard as she could cause she didn’t like it in there or something.

You scooped her back up and bounced her slightly, kissing her head and sitting in the rocking chair and rocking her to sleep. Someone knocked on the door and you carefully got up, and answered it. It was Robin, you were actually really happy to see her since you’d been really busy with your little soul sucker.

“Hey, I remembered that Eddie was going back to work so I figured why not stop by and keep you company” she said and you smiled, thanking her. You gave her a little side hug and she said a quiet hello to Noah, kissing her little head.

She followed you back to your room when you continued rocking Noah, you had nothing better to do and wanted to make sure she stayed asleep. “Has she been super difficult or anything?” Robin asked, playing with one of the little baby toys.

You shook your head and said “no, no actually I got really lucky with her but…I still can’t really sleep. Postpartum anxiety is a bitch” “the meds aren’t working?” She asked and you sighed softly. You caressed her little hand and said “not really, no. Just barely, but I still had another panic attack 2 days ago and I’m still watching her breathe at night because I have nothing better to do since I can’t sleep and I’m constantly worried she’s gonna stop breathing again”

“Does Eddie know?” She asked and you looked at her nervously. “I uhm…I don’t want to bother him. I told him it was kinda working, I just can’t stand the look one his face when I’m having those panic attacks or the few times he wakes up and sees me not sleeping. It feels like I’m ruining his life with my stupid problems” you said and Robin sighed.

She sat up and said “you’re not ruining his life, trust me. He wants you here, it’d break his heart if you left again. You have to tell him about what’s going on, even if it feels like you’re being annoying or whatever. It’s important you communicate that to him, how else are you supposed to get better?” “I don’t know, but I'm hungry again so I’m gonna make us something to eat” you said and stood up, gently putting her in the crib and leaving the door cracked in case the monitor doesn’t work or something.

“Y/n, you can’t bottle stuff up all the time. Especially not now when you’ve got another human being to look out for. All Eddie, and quite frankly all of us, want us for you to be happy and to feel like we’re people you can trust and talk to. I know you’ve only known us a few months but we’ve only wanted to earn your trust since day 1” she said and you blinked away a few tears. “It’s fine, Rob. I’ll be fine” you said and she crossed her arms.

By the time she left and Eddie came home you were exhausted. After Robin left, Noah started full on crying and you tried to bottle feed her but you spilled a bunch of breastmilk all over the place and then you tried to breastfeed her but she wouldn't latch, her diaper was clean, you didn’t know what else to do.

You heard Eddie come home and you slipped your bra back on, whimpering. You were crying now too at this point, you were so frustrated and you felt like damn failure. “Woah, woah what’s going on here? What’s got my two favorite girls crying, huh?” He asked and you sniffled.

“S-She started crying all of a sudden a-and I tried t-to bottle feed her and I-I spilled breast milk everywhere and t-then I tried to breastfeed her a-and I’ve been trying for 10 minutes but she w-won’t latch and h-her diapers clean but she just won’t stop!” You cried and he shushed you softly, wiping your tears away.

“Let me see, huh?” He said and carefully took her out of your arms, resting her against his chest. She slowly stopped crying and you scoffed, burying your head into your hands. He sighed, kissing Noah’s head.

“Hey, why don’t you just…give yourself a few minutes, I’m gonna go change, and shower really fast and then I’ll come back and we’ll talk, okay?” He asked and you nodded. You knew he’d happily take care of her the whole time, even showering with the curtain open just to make sure she’s okay.

He came back 15 minutes later and you were calmer by then, fiddling with Noah’s little baby blanket. “Hey…you okay?” He asked and you sighed. You looked at your little angel and said “yea…I guess. I was just really frustrated and the crying was starting to get really overwhelming and I obviously couldn’t do anything about it cause I’m not you so…naturally I just kind a bursted into tears like I always do”

“Hey, hey don’t say it like that. I probably would’ve done the same, being a mother is super stressful, I’ve struggled with you right by your side these last 2 months” he said and you sniffled. He sat next to you and said “here, want to try and nurse her again while I make dinner?” You nodded and he carefully handed her to you, getting up to make some frozen pizza’s.

She latched this time (thank god) and you let out a relieved sigh, caressing her cheeks and her little hair. At this point, you didn’t need to wear the cover around Eddie since your boob wasn’t really out, and you didn’t like how hard it was to check on her. He was really respectful about it and closed his eyes when she latched and unlatched, always making sure you feel comfortable with him being around during a very intimate bonding moment with your little one.

She cooed, squeezing your already sore boob with her little hand. “Oww, Noah- baby stop,” you said, wincing. Eddie looked over from the kitchen and said “you okay?” “Yea, she’s just trying to rip a chunk of my boob out for some ungodly reason” you said and he chuckled.

About two weeks later you went back to work, the sweet old lady next door watching Noah for you. She picked up the phone right away each time you called to check up on her and even took lots of pictures throughout the day and wrote out what she did with her which you appreciated, she remembered being stressed about the very same thing back when her children were babies and wanted to make sure you didn’t have to worry about your little one like she did.

By the time Noah was 4 months old, you had really gotten the hang of things. She had a schedule and a routine she stuck to every day and night and it worked for the both of you and by then you were sleeping better and your panic attacks were very spread out, weeks apart even.

You woke up at about 9am one morning, you were off work today so you didn’t need to be up early or anything. You stretched, looking over at the alarm clock and your eyes widened, nearly face planting as you jumped out of bed to the crib. You never woke up once after you went to bed to take care of Noah.

You picked Noah up, shaking her gently and rubbing her back because you were sure she had stopped breathing and that’s why you never woke up a single time that night. She cooed, whining slightly as you woke her up from her beauty sleep.

“O-Oh my god, oh baby- sweetheart yo-you can scare me like that!” You said, sliding down to the ground, leaning against her crib as you cried into her little shoulder. She babbled a little and played with your hair whilst you sobbed, you were still in so much shock thinking you had lost her to SIDS or something.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” Eddie said as he nearly ripped the door of the hinges getting in. You pulled away from her, kissing her head as you said “s-she didn’t wake up a-at all last night, not one t-time and I thought tha-that she had SIDS o-or something and that I’d l-lost her”

“Oh, y/n/n, no…this is good, she slept through the night” he said and you sniffled, leaning into a hug from him. Noah nuzzled into your chest, literally right between your boobs which you both laughed at.

“Noah…are you hungry?” You said, giggling. You pulled her head away and Eddie closed his eyes which you smiled at. You quickly got her latched and you both stood up to make breakfast, you clinging onto Noah the whole time trying to calm down your anxieties from that morning.

By the time she was about 7 months old things were really okay, you had gotten a slightly better job as an assistant at the Hawkins Post, and even though they didn’t treat you the best, they did give you as many breaks for pumping as you needed and it payed 50% more than your last job.

Eddie was really proud of you, and now that things were getting better and it had been over a year since you got away from Adam, he figured maybe you might think about getting back into dating? Or at least be thinking about it.

He wanted you to find someone who can show you what proper love is. He knew it would be a long time before you trusted someone like that again but it couldn’t hurt to ask. You two were sitting outside across from each other, Noah resting on your chest as she played with your hands and your jewelry.on your chest as Eddie had a smoke, obviously blowing the smoke away from you and Noah’s direction.

“You thought about dating again?” He asked cautiously. You could hear the nervousness in his voice and said “it’s okay, Ed’s. You can ask anything, don’t be nervous alright? To answer the question, I-I mean I have…a little. It’s just- well I mean the first boyfriend I had is now in prison for attempted murder against me so there’s that. A-And I have to put Noah first, she’s- she’s everything, you know? I don’t want to do something, be with someone, that could put her in danger. How do I even explain my situation to someone without them thinking I’m gonna break down every 5 minutes because of what I’ve been through? Which isn’t entirely wrong, but it’s a lot to take in”

He put out the cigarette and scooped Noah up, sitting back down in his spot and you said “what do you think, bug? Do you want a daddy?” “Daaa…dada” she said and giggled both hands on Eddie’s face. You both gasped, you don’t know how the hell she managed to associate the word “daddy” with him.

Well, it could’ve been the fact that Eddie “drama king” Munson said “daddy’s home” most of the time when he came home. And how whenever they went to hangout with the friend group he also said something like “daddy’s here,” like the cocky little bastard he is.

“O-Oh god…” you said and Eddie sat her on one lap, the other bouncing nervously. She cooed and said “daaada?” “Uh, wrong person kiddo. Can you say Eddie?” He asked and she grabbed his shirt, whispering “dada” again.

He scoffed and you cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair. You took a deep breath and said “I-I’m sorry?” “I mean it’s not your fault…she uhm…I mean if you're comfortable with it we can just hopefully let her grow out of it? Maybe if I stop saying the d-a-d-d-y word so much she’ll drop it” he said and you shook your head.

“How…how? I mean I have been begging her to say mama for weeks and her first word is dada? To a man who is definitely not her dad and probably will never be” you said and he couldn’t help the small twinge of pain in his heart, he had a huge crush on you whether he admitted it or not.

“She’s always had a mind of her own…” he said softly, playing with her hands. You sighed and said “m-maybe she’ll grow out of it…yea, yea maybe if we specifically call you Eddie all the time and emphasize it she’ll come up with her own variation of it or something and she’ll call you Eddie instead” “I-It’ll be fine, y/n. I’m sure your plan will work” he said and you sighed.

You were right, after a few weeks she pretty much dropped it and then started calling you “mama” and at 9 months she started calling him “dee”. For those few weeks he couldn’t help but feel a little burst of happiness in his heart every time she called him “dada”. It let him pretend and imagine for just a minute that you two fell in love before Adam came into your life and fucked your perception of love up so bad you wanted to avoid it completely and that Noah was his little girl, with all your little features and maybe his curly brown hair, maybe his nose or lips. A little mixture of you two.

Her first birthday came and she had an absolute blast, as he watched you and her dance around the grassy area behind your trailer he couldn’t help the blush on his face. He loved seeing you so happy, so content with life after what you’d been through.

“When are you gonna admit your crush for her?” Dustin asked as he sat next to him. Eddie looked over, and at that moment he was a beer and a half in and was starting to not care about keeping this massive crush a secret anymore. “I know, okay…I know it’s kind of obvious sometimes but I can’t do this to her. I can’t make her feel awkward and weird in her own home because of my stupid feelings. She also still needs time to heal, she needs to focus on Noah, Noah will always need to be her number one priority. I can’t- I-I won’t mess with that. Noah comes first, and if that means I don’t ever move on, then so be it” he said and Dustin said.

“She’s probably into you too, you know? Why not give it a shot?” Dustin asked and Eddie sighed. He looked down and said “Maybe when Noah’s older or something, b-but right now she needs her moms full attention” “alrighty then, just die alone and watch her eventually fall in love with some other man a few years from now and watch him get to live your dream” Dustin said and Eddie rolled his eyes.

By the time Noah was a year and a half old, he noticed you mentioning that you met a new guy at work and that he was really sweet and seemed like a good friend. He knew that within a few months his chances of being with you were gonna be shot down to zero if he didn’t make a move soon.

It was terrifying though. He didn’t want to ruin the relationship you two currently had, didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable in your own home, make you think you had to say yes or something. But after a few beers, you two were letting a little too loose.

You had just pumped and dumped, making you want to cry a little but this was only your 2nd time drinking after being pregnant and having Noah, since you were breastfeeding you couldn’t drink or else you’d have to dump the milk so you didn’t mess with Noah’s development and stuff.

“I think I’m gonna give that guy at work a chance. It's been over 2 years, maybe I should try it out” you slurred slightly, hugging your knees to your chest. He cleared his throat and said “please…please don’t” “what?” You said and he looked up at you nervously.

‘Now or never’ he thinks. He took a deep breath and said “please…d-don’t go out with that guy” “what do you mean, Ed’s? You’ve been subtly telling me to get back out there for a year” you said and he took a deep breath.

“I mean I- I do want you to start dating again but…but I wish you would see me the way you see the guy at work. I wish that when you and Robin talk about the guy, it’s actually me you’re talking about. I wish I had said something back in highschool so that that fucking scum of the earth douchebag piece of shit never ever hurt you and I just wish you would want me, okay? Have you ever noticed how you can count on one hand how many girlfriends I’ve had, how most of the time I hang out with a girl it usually ends up a one night stand and they all look a lot like you. I didn’t want to say anything, I-I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but I really just want you to notice me the way I notice you, okay?” He said, tears filling his eyes as he looked away, knowing he had fucked up because of the shock on your face.

“Eddie, enough with the jokes, okay? There's no way in hell you like me” you said and he sniffled, getting up and putting his cigarette out. “Yea, well it’s true, okay? Look, I’m gonna go to bed, we’ll just forget this happened. I hope it goes well with that guy” he said but you grabbed his arm as he tried to walk away.

You realized that you had been having a major crush on Eddie practically your whole life a few months ago, and when a new guy who looked a lot like the man you thought you couldn’t have came into your life you tried to distract yourself with him instead. You never told Eddie this, but the guy at work looked a lot like him and that’s part of the reason you even looked at this new guy as a potential partner in the first place. But you really did think he was messing with you, why the hell would he choose a fucked up single mom for a partner?

“I uhm…I feel the same way, to t-tell you the truth. I-I uhm…I-I only really considered giving that guy at work a chance cause he reminds me a lot of you. He’s kind of a metal fan and looks a lot like you, s-so I thought maybe I could make my feelings for you go away and fall in love with someone else but the only other guy I’m remotely interested in is your long lost twin so obviously I only really want-…well I only want you” you said and he scoffed.

“I just- I-I didn’t think you were being serious! I have a lot of issues, and I’ve also got Noah to take care of and focus on and- a-and I don’t even know what a healthy relationship is. I never experienced that and I-I don’t want to mess up my one chance with you. I don’t know how to be a good girlfriend, I never learned, okay? I just-…I just didn’t think that my childhood best friend could ever see me the way I see him. I never thought he’d actually want to date me and deal with all my problems” you said, a tear slipping down your cheek.

He sighed and said “it’s fine, y/n. Don’t worry about it, alright. I’m…kind of drunk and I’m really gonna regret this tomorrow so can we just forget about it. I don’t want to stress you out” “Eddie- no, stop! Don’t do that! We’re not gonna pretend it didn’t happen, m-maybe I want to try” you said and he sighed.

He sat down again and said “what happens if we break up?” “Then so be it. We’ll be fine, we always have been. It doesn’t have to be awkward” you said and he sighed. You shook your head and thensaidt “why the hell are you trying so hard to reject me when you’re the one who said something first?”

“Because…I didn’t even mean to. I don’t want to ruin your life and stress you out and make you feel uncomfortable. You’re happy with the way things are, and you’re healing journey is at its peak and I don’t want to mess that up” he said and you bit your lip nervously.

“Well I want you involved in it” you said and he looked over. He wiped his tears away and said “I thought I was” “I want you involved as my boyfriend…even if saying it out loud scares that crap out of me, it’s what I want” you said and he took a deep breath.

“This feels so wrong” he said and you chuckled. You sniffled and said “yea, maybe. But I trust you, Eddie. I-I always have, deep down. We can figure it out together, you know?” “Yea…we could” he said quietly, fiddling with his rings.

You scooted closer to him and cupped his cheek, nearly slicing your hand open with how sharp that damn jawline was. Your breath was shaky as he looked down at your lips and you both nodded, telling each other you were okay with what was about to happen.

He cupped both of your cheeks and leaned in slowly, gently pressing your lips together. It progressed more and more until he was about to add tongue and you pulled back. “I-I’m sorry…I don’t really…it’s just I barely know how to kiss and I- I don’t know if I’m even ready to get that far and-” you said and he stopped you, a small little pucker on your rambling mouth.

“Relax…it’s okay. We’ll take this as slow as we need to. We got nothing but time, y/n” he said and you smiled, you wiped his tears away and said “so uhm…what are we now?” “Partners?” He asked cautiously.

You giggled and said “if I told 14 year old me that I just kissed Eddie Munson and he’s now my boyfriend I think she’d pass out” “if I told 14 year old Eddie that he finally got the hottest girl in the fucking universe to date him he’d flip his shit. He’d be pissed he had to wait 11 more years, but he’d do it if it meant he got to experience that first kiss again” he said and you blushed slightly.

“Maybe 14 year old Eddie should’ve grown a pair and made a move” you teased and he shook his head. He looked at his watch and said “come on, it’s getting late. We should go check on Noah anyways”

“Oh god…what does this mean for her?” You asked as he stood up. He took a deep breath and said “I think…I think I’m still Eddie for now. If that changes it’s something the three of us will decide together, yea?” “Yea…yea, that’s good” you said and ran your hands through your hair, gathering up the dishes from dinner and following him inside.

You set them in the sink and chuckled a few times, eventually turning into the giggles. Eddie looked over and said “you uh…you alright?” “Yea, yea…this just- I mean this feels crazy” you said and he chuckled. He walked over, grabbing your hands as he said “well, we’re crazy” “yes we fucking are” you said and he snickered, kissing your head as he stepped over to do the dishes while you giggled your ass off next to him.

“Come on you, get your giggly ass to bed” he said and you bit your lip, trying to stop so you wouldn’t wake Noah up. He shook his head and said “goodnight” “mmmhm” you said, trying not to laugh more.

There was definitely a little pep in your step the next few weeks, getting to wake up and think “I want to go see my boyfriend” made you feel all fuzzy and warm inside. There were lots of kisses, lots of hugs and even a few cuddle sessions.

You always felt like you were doing it wrong, like you would suffocate him if you laid on top of him like he wanted you to. So it usually only happened on movie nights, you even fell asleep like that once and woke up feeling like the luckiest girl ever.

It was your 25th birthday, Noah was 22 months old now and you couldn’t believe time had flown by so fast. Noah was talking a lot, she was very advanced in the speaking department and she was running around like crazy now, ever since she figured out how to walk she’d been exploring every single place she was brought to.

The whole family was in shock of how big this little girl had gotten as well, felt like just yesterday you were yelling at Dustin to get over himself and drive you to the hospital. Back then, Noah was just the tiniest little 6 pounds of cuteness ever and now she’s talking and she’s walking and she's eating solid food way more than she’s breastfeeding, you wish you could go back and experience it again.

You all hung out at Steve’s place for your birthday, Noah running around and playing with everyone in sight. Robin came late because she had to go run and grab some food and Noah squealed with happiness when she saw Aunt Robin. “Robbie!” She said and ran to her.

Robin smiled and set the food down, picking her up when she got to her and throwing her little munchkin up in the air. “Hi, baby girl! Ohh, auntie robbie missed you so much” she said and kissed her little cheeks a million times as she giggled her little head off. Next to you and Eddie, Robin was her favorite person on the planet.

“I love you, I love you, I love you! You’re getting so big, oh my goodness! You’re gonna be taller than me!” Robin said and you smiled, watching as Noah wrapped her arms around Robins and neck and buried her head into her neck, kicking her little feet with excitement.

“Hey, old lady,” Robin said as she came over to you, sitting next to you. You chuckled and Noah looked over at you, showing off those cute little teeth that were coming in nicely. “Sometimes I wonder if she loves you more than she loves me” you said, playfully pretending to bite her little fingers off.

“Not possible. You’re the milk machine so you’ll always be number one” she said and you chuckled. Eddie came over to you guys and scooped Noah up, throwing her in the air. “Hi princess! Did your Aunt Robin get here late?” He said and she giggled, kicking her little feet as he held her up in the air. He brought down to eye level and kissed her cheek, prompting her to give him a kiss too. He smiled and hugged her, fixing her shirt.

“Shut up. I was getting food. Go get a beer and give her back, I’m her favorite anyways” Robin said and he shook his head and Noah said “Robbie!” Eddie kissed her head and gave her back to Robin, blowing her a kiss as he walked away. She blew one back and said “bye Eddieeeee”

“Aren’t you just the cutest?” Robin said whilst Noah played with her suspenders. She babbled on about something and you chuckled as she stuck her little tongue, zoning out a little.

You hadn’t told anyone about you and Eddie’s relationship yet, you’d only been together 4 months and you were still figuring things out and stuff. Plus, everyone would go bananas at the news that you two were finally dating.

Steve eventually took Noah in the pool and a few of the others joined and you would’ve if you hadn’t just washed your hair. She had a blast, and you did too but you accidentally spent your birthday like it was hers.

She totally crashed after a long day of playing with her aunt’s and uncle’s and swimming in the pool and just being the rowdy girl she is. Everyone was inside drying off and preparing the cake whilst Eddie sat with you as you let Noah nurse for a bit to fall asleep. It was her favorite way to fall asleep, and you wanted to end her good day with a good night's sleep.

You were still breastfeeding for now, and were hoping to have her weaned off by 2 and a half years old and you planned to then donate whatever milk you had left to women's shelters for their babies who they can’t produce milk for. She mostly wanted it for comfort now, she didn’t need to breastfeed anymore considering she was inhaling all of her meals, but she enjoyed the comfort.

“Feel like this was more Noah’s birthday than yours” Eddie joked, playing with your hair. You chuckled and said “yea, yea, yea. I’ve never been big about celebrating my birthday, so I’ll make it a good day for her now instead” “you’re such a good mom” he whispered, making you smile.

You looked down at his lips, then quickly back to his eyes and said “I try…” He slowly leaned in and kissed you, obviously being mindful of Noah. He smiled through the kiss, caressing your outer thigh as you pulled away for air.

You looked behind you and saw everyone standing there in shock, the cake in Steve’s hand. Eddie chuckled and said “uhm…surprise?” “What the- since when?” Dustin asked and you sort of hid behind Eddie, a little embarrassed they caught you two in such an intimate moment.

“January 6th” he said proudly and you couldn’t help but smile, you didn’t think he cared about the dumb little dates and stuff like that. Nancy choked on her water, shaking her head. “Are you kidding- why the hell didn't you say anything?” Steve asked and set the cake down to do his iconic folded arms mom pose.

“Cause…we just wanted to be a little more private about this” Eddie said and you took a little bit of icing off the cake, making Mike chuckle. Steve shook his head and said “I feel like my whole life is a lie” “hey, no. We’re gonna respect what they say and let them do their thing, okay?” Dustin said and you smiled, he was like the protective little brother you never had.

He’d been wanting to say “I love you” to you for years, but after watching you spend the whole day celebrating Noah’s birthday and seeing his two favorite girls so happy he couldn’t help himself. You were nursing her to sleep as you usually did, watching a movie in the meanwhile.

You took Noah to the playground, and had ice cream for lunch, and then you guys swam at uncle Steve’s house and finished the day off by going to the carnival with the whole family. She practically died, went to heaven and came back from how exhausted she was at the end of the day.

“I love you” he said softly as he ran his hands through your hair, you laying against his chest as Noah lazily suckled for milk since she was just barely fighting sleep. You sat up, looking behind you at him.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to say it yet I know it’s really soon, I just…I didn’t mean to say it, sweetheart” he said and you let out a shaky breath. You felt your lip trembling as you said “it’s okay…I’m gonna go to bed,”

“Y/n…” he said but you were quick, and made it to your room as fast as you could. He sat up and put his head in his hands, he knew he really fucked up. It just slipped, he would never intentionally make you that uncomfortable.

He eventually got up and knocked on your door, not getting a response. He pushed the door open and found you crying softly on the bed, knees to your chest and tears streamed down your pretty face. “I’m sorry” he said softly, sitting in front of you.

You sniffled and said “don’t be. Y-You shouldn’t have t-to be” “y/n, I know you want to pretend this is any other relationship but it’s not, you have lots of traumas associated with romantic relationships and nothing about this is normal, okay? I truly didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable and say it too soon, I just- I-I was thinking about you and Noah and it just slipped. You don’t have to say it back, I won’t say it again until you’re ready and you say it first” he said and you whimpered.

“I-I want to say it- I-I’m just scared, Ed’s. Things are getting t-to good between us, s-somethings gonna happen, I k-know it” you said and he sighed. He cupped your cheeks and said “nothings gonna happen, y/!. You’re just happy, baby, that’s all. We’re happy together, nothings gonna change that or come between us. We don’t have to go that far yet”

“B-But…But feel I-I feel the same” you said and he smiled softly. He wiped your tears and said “I’m glad you do, but maybe it’s too earl-” You cut him off with a kiss, making out with his sexy face. You whimpered and pulled away and frantically said “I-I love you! I love you too- I-I love you”

“No, no, don't do that. Y/n it’s okay if it’s not time yet, please baby don’t say it if you’re not ready, if you don’t actually mean it yet” he said and you looked down. He kissed your head and you said “I do…I-I swear, I mean it I just- I-I’m scared”

He pulled you into his chest and held you, stroking your hair as he said “alright, baby…just know if you change your mind I won’t be upset, okay?” “Okay…” you whimpered and buried your head into his chest, shaky breaths coming out as you calmed down.

You both had loved each other for years, and if it was terrifying you told him “I love you” a thousand times a day. Literally every time you saw him you told him “I love you”. You just wanted him to know that you loved him, and that love was stronger than your fears of getting hurt.

After about a year and a half of being in love, you two made love for the first time. You were just making out on the couch at first, grinding your hips against his, his semi hard cock rubbing against your dripping pussy.

The energetic 3 year old was being babysat by Uncle Dustin, Uncle Mike, Uncle Lucas, and Uncle Will since they were trying to teach her D&D already and their sleepover tonight was the perfect opportunity. You didn’t mind, especially now that you were doing what you were doing.

Eddie squeezed your ass and you gasped, chuckling. He kissed your neck softly and said “wanna take this to the bedroom?” “Mhm” you mumbled, wrapping your legs around his waist as he ran to you guys’ room. You eventually moved into his room a while ago and now Noah had her own room, which was previously yours and hers to share.

He set you down gently and saw the nerves in your eyes as you realized what was about to happen. “Hey, hey we don’t have to do this…if you’re not as comfortable with it as you were a few moments ago that is completely fine, we can stop” he said and you took a deep breath.

“I-It’s just…I-I don’t really know what to do. I mean I’ve obviously had sex before but not necessarily consensual and all I ever had to do was lay there. Not to mention, m-my body has changed a lot since being pregnant and giving birth. My hips are really wide, my thighs are bigger, I’ve got a few stretch marks, I-I’m not the same as I was when I was getting hit on by every guy that crossed my bath when I was 20 and hot as hell” you said and he sighed.

“We’ll take it slow, okay? I’ll guide you every step of the way, and we’ll only keep going if we’re both comfortable with it. I don’t care how different your body looks, I think you’re absolutely show stopping, the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. I love you, y/n/n. I love everything about you” he said and you nodded, kissing him softly.

He took off his shirt and you smiled, running your hands over those delicious toned abs. He chuckled and caressed your outer thigh, making sure you were still comfortable. You slowly slipped your shirt off and his jaw dropped, you were literally perfect. You weren’t wearing a bra, so he immediately saw your boobs and he literally couldn’t breathe for a second.

“Wow…” he said and you chuckled, cupping his cheek and kissing him softly. “You wanna touch em’?” You asked and he slowly grabbed both of them in his hands caressing your perky nipples as he encouraged you to lay down on the bed.

He got up and slipped off his sweatpants, settling between your legs as he kissed you, then down to your neck, and moved down to your boobs. “Can I?” He asked and you nodded. He kissed down the valley of your breasts, creating small hickeys here and there and kissing those perfect rosy nipples.

Soon he kissed down your belly, kissing as many stretch marks as he could. You giggled softly, it tickled a little and the love you felt from him in this moment was just insane. He looked up at you again and said “can I take these off?”

“Mhm” you said and nodded. He slipped his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and slipped them off, bringing your leg up and kissing down the smooth limb, getting closer and closer to wear you needed him and wanted him most.

“Eddie, please,” you said as soon as he looked up to ask if he could take your panties off. He smiled and slipped those off, really glad you trusted him so much. “You can stop asking now, please…” you said and blushed so hard, going down to kiss your clit.

He ate you out softly and slowly at first. You liked it, loved it in fact. Eventually he went fast knowing soft and slow didn’t bring the best orgasms, if it all. But you truly enjoyed the pleasure of soft and slow, just feeling him exploring your body and what makes you feel good for a few minutes, doing things to you no one else had before.

Not long after going fast and rough, did you feel a certain new tingle and tightening in your lower belly. “Ohh god- Eddie, I-I think I’m gonna- ahh! I think I’m gonna cum!” You moaned, rolling your hips against his face.

He smiled and said “come on, baby, cum all over my face” He pulled his fingers out, slipping his tongue in and finishing you off. You started to clench a minute later, and you gasped as you arched your back slightly, the hand that was on the back of Eddie’s head pulling on his hair pushing him closer to your clenching pussy.

“Babe- Eddie! Ahh! Fuck- that feels so good!” You moaned, never wanting this feeling to go away. It was so strong, you were right there, seconds away from bursting. And then you did, squirting all over Eddie’s mouth and neck. He lapped up your juices when it started to fade, moaning into your pussy at the taste of you as you relaxed and melted into the bed.

“I have never seen a girl cum that hard before in my life, that was truly the hottest thing ever” he said and you chuckled breathlessly, you honestly think you blacked out for a second. He smiled and said “was that good, baby?” “Eddie, I never thought a guy would make me cum in my entire life, and I also thought I couldn’t squirt so yea, it was fucking amazing” you said and he blushed, kissing you softly.

He just kissed you for a few moments, playing with your boobs again, the obsession he seemed to be growing with these things is insane. “You ready for more?” He asked and you nodded.

He got up and slipped his boxers off, which were quite uncomfortable with the absolute raging boner straining against them. “E-Eddie…” you said nervously, a third leg springing out as soon as he took the boxers off. “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?” He asked and you shook your head.

“I-It’s….big” you said and he chuckled nervously. He pulled a condom out of his nightstand and said “I’ll go slow, I promise. I know it looks like it can’t, but it will fit” “okay…you know, I-I’m on birth control. Have been for a while, cause this was gonna happen eventually and I wanted it to be good for you too” you said and he bit his lip, could you be any sexier.

Taking birth control months in advance just so he could have the experience of a lifetime. “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard oh my god” he said and settled between your legs again, kissing you passionately.

You could feel his huge dick pressing into your leg, truly wondering how he fits this thing into his underwear. “You ready?” He asked, stroking your hair softly. You nodded and he grabbed some lube, spreading it on himself and slowly pushing the tip in.

He kissed you softly and said “you okay?” “Mhm” you said and he smiled, caressing your waist. He pushed in a little more and grunted softly, good lord you were tight. He made sure to keep checking on you, kissing you softly and whispering sweet praises in your ear.

He slowly started to thrust into you and you whimpered, the stretch of his thick cock only adding to your pleasure. Your wrapped your legs around his hips, encouraging him to go a little faster, a little rougher.

He was thrusting at your g spot deliciously, unable to hold back his moans and groan as your tight cunt hugged his cock. “I love you so much, y/n…you’re so perfect, baby” he moaned, burying his head into your neck. You moaned his name, squeezing his biceps slightly.

It didn’t take long for you to have another orgasm, and he physically couldn’t stop himself from cumming when your already tight pussy quite literally squeezed the cum out of him. He couldn’t think for a second, burying his head into your boobs as he grunted and moaned, cumming as hard as he ever has.

“Oh my god- y/n- y/n!” He groaned, squeezing the sheets so tight you thought they’d rip. You kissed his head and said “fuck, give it me Eddie. Give it all to me” He gave one last final thrust, and felt ontop of you a little, panting heavily.

“Baby…” he said and you chuckled. You ran your hands through his hair and said “that good, huh?” “So fucking good. I don’t know if I’ll ever cum again, you just took every last drop I have” he said and you giggled, he pulled out slowly, you winced softly as you were a little sore from his thick cock thrusting into your little cunt.

“Are you okay?” He asked and you nodded. You chuckled and said “just sore from having your third leg inside me” “shut up” he said whilst laughing, kissing her head. He kissed her soft lips and said “you up for another round?”

You looked down and he was already poking up through the blanket. Your eyes widened as you said “already? You little whore” You had 3 rounds of the most incredible sex ever, it was soft and passionate and loving, Eddie whispering gentle praises in your ear the entire time as he made you cum over and over again.

He helped you get to the bathroom on shaky legs to pee, you both cleaned yourselves up and he got some panties on you and his t-shirt (how could he say no when you pouted like that?). He brought you water and a fruit salad you bought earlier, which you both shared before getting sleepy.

“Thank you, Ed’s” you said and he hummed. You knew he was asking you what you were thanking him for. You sighed softly and said “just…for loving me. And taking your time with me, reassuring me, encouraging me. For the mind blowing orgasms too”

He chuckled softly and said “no need to, beautiful. It’s what a good boyfriend does” He wrapped his arms around you tighter and nuzzled into your chest, making you smile.

You two were having so much sex after that. It’s honestly a miracle that you weren’t getting pregnant, even with the birth control. It felt like those teenage hormones hit you two a few years late.

You two ended up deciding not to have a wedding, which Wayne was upset about but he got over himself after a while. You did get married, going to the courthouse and just getting the papers needed since that’s all it really was. He also legally adopted Noah and you changed her last name from y/l/n to Munson, obviously with her permission. It honestly felt so surreal being able to say that your daughter's name was Noah Munson.

By the time Noah was 5 and a half, she’d been in kindergarten long enough that she was picking up on some social norms. Like for example, everyone in class had a Mommy and a Daddy. She had a Mommy and an Eddie instead.

It made her feel too different, like something was wrong with her. It didn’t help that when the teacher went around asking what your parents do for a living. You told them that Mommy was working for the newspaper, and they all started as they waited for you to tell them what your dad did.

“And your father, Noah?” Mr. Roberts asked and she looked down, playing with her hands. “I-I don’t have a daddy” she said and everyone started to whisper. He nodded and said “I’m sorry, sweetie. That’s perfectly okay, some kids don’t have two parents and that’s nothing to be ashamed of”

She still heard people talking about it, how weird it was and why she didn’t have two parents. The teacher tried to tell them to stop and it worked for a bit but she heard it again at recess. It made her want to cry, why did she have to be so different? Everyone else had two parents and a nice house, and she had 1 parent and a trailer. She didn’t care about the trailer part, that was her trailer and she loved that trailer. But the one parent, that just made her feel shitty.

“Hi, beautiful! How was school?” You asked as you picked her up, throwing her up in the air which never failed to at least get a giggle out of her. “It was good…” she said and sighed, playing with your necklace as you walked to the car with her in your arms.

“Yea? Are you sure?” You asked opening the car door and settling her in her car seat. She nodded and you cupped her cheeks softly, kissing her head. “You know if somethings wrong you can tell me, right? I want you to be able to trust me sweetheart” you said as she played with your necklace again.

“Can we wait till we go home?” She asked and you nodded. You kissed her cheek and gave her a juice and some goldfish like you always did when you picked her up. She smiled and you smiled too, you really hoped nothing too bad had happened.

Once she got home she said hi to Eddie and went to her room. You frowned as he wrapped his arms around your waist, asking what happened. “I-I think something happened at school. She wasn’t as happy as she normally is when she ran out and hugged me. I asked about it and she asked to wait till we get home” you said and he nodded.

“Well, why don’t you just give her a few minutes, let her wind down a bit, okay?” He said and you nodded, turning around and hugging him. She sighed softly, burying her head into his chest, she really hoped her poor little angel wasn’t getting bullied or something.

After a few minutes you went in the room and found her doing some homework, practicing writing her ABC’s. You sat down next to her and said “are you ready to talk about what happened at school?” Noah nodded and set the homework to the side, climbing into your lap.

She was still in her school uniform, she never really acknowledged that she had to change out of it when she came home but at least you know it wasn’t uncomfortable for her to wear. “I uhm…the teacher was asking everyone if they knew what their parents did for a living. And I told them that you work at the newspaper and then he asked me what my dad did and I had to tell the whole class that I don’t have a dad. It didn’t bother me before, but everybody thought it was weird and I could hear them coming up with reasons why I didn’t have one. It’s not that you’re not enough, I just wish I wasn’t so…different” she said and you sighed shakily.

“Baby, being different is nothing to be ashamed of. I know that it may seem scary but it just makes you even more special. I’m sorry you don’t have a present dad baby, I really am. I wish you could, but your father was a very mean man who would have hurt you and I wanted to protect you from that” you told her and she nodded. You’d told her just the basics about her father when she turned 5 and she started getting curious. It really didn’t bother her at the time, she just wanted to know why hers wasn’t there.

She nuzzled into your chest and said “I know mommy….it’s just…it’s hard being different, nobody else in my class has just a mommy or just a daddy” “do you wish you had a daddy?” You asked and she shrugged. She hummed and said “Sometimes. But I don’t want to accidentally love you less”

You chuckled and said “you’re so sweet, baby” “like sugar?” She asked and you smiled. You booped her nose and said “like sugar, bubs” She eventually forgot about it and you got her changed out of her school clothes, helping her with her homework and then leaving her to play with her toys for a bit.

You’d been gone over an hour so obviously he was a little worried. “Hey…is she okay?” He asked and you nodded. You sat next to him and said “yea she just…uhm…w-would you be okay if she called you dad? And if she chose you as her father” “I mean she already kinda did. Her first word was “dada” if you don’t remember” he said and you sighed.

“I’m serious Ed’s. She got really embarrassed at school today when she had to tell everyone she didn’t have a dad. She feels too different from the other kids and…I mean we’ve been together for a while, we’re married even, you’ve been there for her her entire life and she loves you so much, Eddie. I understand if you're not comfortable with it but you're the closest thing she has to a dad” you said and he grabbed your hands. He kissed them softly and said “I’d be lucky to be Noah’s dad. Only if she chooses me,”

“Okay…” you said and he kissed you softly, knowing this was making you nervous. He smiled and said “I hope she chooses me. She’s such a perfect little angel, and for her to consider me her father would rock my freaking world”

“Yea?” You said and he nodded. You smiled, kissed him a few times and hugged him. “You’re the best fucking husband ever” you mumbled against his lips, both of you giggling and kissing a bunch.

It took a few days but eventually you got the courage to ask her about it. You two were watching his show, cheering him on as he blew kisses and made hearts with his hands to his two favorite girls. “Rockstar Eddieeee!” She said as they finished another song and you giggled. They were now taking a little break, grabbing a beer and a little food.

“Hi, princess!” Eddie said as he ran over scooping Noah up and throwing her in the air. She giggled, hugging a very sweaty Eddie without a care in the world. “Did I look super cool up there?” He asked and she nodded. “The freaking coolest!” She said and Eddie smiled, kissing her head.

He smiled even more when he realized you two were wearing the corroded coffin t-shirts that you made for fun. “I love you guys. My biggest supporters, my best freaking girls” he said and set her down on your lap again, kissing your heads and waving goodbye as he jumped back onstage.

“Jesus he was sweating, come here let me clean you up a little” you said and dipped a napkin in your water, wiping her down. You sighed, watching as she stared at Eddie with admiration and said “hey, bug, can I ask you a question?”

“Mhm” she said, kicking her feet excitedly as Eddie picked his guitar back up. The crowd got a little excited as you said “do you ever…think of Eddie as like a dad or something?” She looked over at you and said “k-kinda, sometimes”

“You know, there’s a difference between a father and a dad. A father is just the other person who created you, but that doesn’t mean they’re your dad” you told her and she looked at Eddie. She sighed and said “so…the bad man is my father…but Eddie is my dad?” “Do you want him to be? If you don’t feel an emotional connection with him then you don’t have to consider him your dad. But if you want to, he’d be pretty excited to hear you call him “dad”” you said and she looked at you hopefully.

“Really?” She asked and you nodded. You smoothed her hair back and said “yes, bub, he would. You do understand what this means right?” “Mhmm. I think so. I’m choosing him, he’s my dad. Not the meanie who hurt your feelings a lot. Eddie is. He always will be. Even if you guys don’t love each other one day, he’ll still be my dad. Forever” she said and you smiled, nodding.

“Yea, you love him that much?” You asked and she nodded. She smiled and said “I trust him, a lot” “that’s good, bub. I’m glad you have him in your life” you said and kissed her head.

He looked over at you two and winked, to which Noah threw up the rock and roll hand symbol. He shook his head and pointed to himself, symbolizing “I”, and Noah did the same. He then placed a hand on his chest to symbol “love” and Noah copied him. He pointed to her and she pointed back, to symbol “you” and the whole audience awed. He blew a kiss at the two of you and you blushed, chuckling.

After the show, you met him backstage and Noah immediately ran to him. “Rockstar Eddieee!” She said and giggled. He bent down and gave her all the kisses in the world. He handed her some fries and said “did you like the show?” “I loved it!” She said and spun around and you all laughed, seeing how cute and enthusiastic she was.

“Alright, bub let’s go get some greasy pizza and some snacks, yea?” He asked and she nodded. He grabbed her hand and then grabbed yours, waving bye to the band mates with the hand holding yours. He walked out with the two of you, Noah talking about how cool he looked and all her favorite songs and her favorite moments.

You realized she hadn’t called him “dad” yet or asked him about it, and wondered if she was too scared or something. You hoped she wasn’t scared, she didn’t need to be. Maybe she was waiting to talk about it more privately.

She never said it the whole night and when you were putting her to bed you couldn’t help but ask. “You remember what we talked about earlier, right?” You asked and she nodded. You ran a hand through her hair, asking “so…is there a reason you haven’t said it yet?”

“I think I’m still scared that maybe he doesn’t love me as a daughter” she said and you sighed. You kissed her head and said “can I prove it to you?” She shrugged and you got up, walking into the living room.

“Eddie…she chose you” you said, tears getting ready to fill your eyes as he instantly stood up. “R-Really?” He asked and you chuckled. You and said “yes, really”

He ran to her room, scooping her up out of bed and hugging her so tight, literally rolling around on the ground with her in his arms. He gave her so many kisses, hugging her as tight as he could without hurting her.

“Stop! That tickles!” She giggled as he blew raspberries on her belly. “I love you so much, baby” he said and laid on his back, letting her sit right on his chest. She laughed and said “I love you too…dad” He broke, holding onto her for dear life as he cried into her little chest.

You ran to him, sitting behind him and rubbing his back. “I told you” you whispered to her and she smiled, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. He pulled away and said “I promise you I’m gonna be the best dad you’ll ever have. Pinky promise,” she giggled and linked her pinky with his.

He hugged her again and you chuckled, kissing his head. “She’s got to go to bed, sweetheart” you said and he shook his head. He chuckled and said “no, no way. I’m going to bed with her” “babe…” you said and he got in her bed, Noah happily snuggling into his chest.

“If that bed breaks you're gonna find the money to pay for it” you said and kissed their heads, tucking them in. You turned off the light and closed the door, shaking your head. You sighed shakily, blinking a few tears back.

Seeing how happy it made your husband when your daughter called him “dad” made your heart burst with happiness. All he’s ever wanted was to be a source of happiness in her life, to be there for her. He never in a million years thought he would get to be the dad of such an incredible little girl.

He stayed there all night with her, crying again when she said “good morning dad” He was never ever gonna get over that. You brought them breakfast, comforting him when you realized he was crying. “Baby, you’re gonna have to stop crying…” you said and he shook his head. You kissed his head and he said “but I’m a dad…” “the very best one on the planet” you said and he smiled.

He was so excited when he saw the friend group next. He was showing off to everyone, excitedly telling them that he was officially a dad. It was so freaking adorable to see him run around with Noah in his arms, blushing at how cute she sounded when she called him dad.

A year later, you were sitting on the bathroom floor with a positive pregnancy test in your hand. You and Eddie were kind of trying you could say, you had to switch birth controls and Eddie mentioned the idea of trying for another baby so you decided to stop taking birth control. That was 4 months ago.

Even though you knew this was going to happen eventually, you were going to pregnancy sooner or later since you stopped taking birth control and you and Eddie fucked constantly, it was still terrifying. You remember the last time you took a pregnancy test. You had to pee into a plastic cup, and you must’ve bought 10 tests and you stopped dipping them in after the third positive test.

You had never felt anxiety like that in your life. This time around, there’s a ring on your left hand and you can hear your daughter and husband giggling whilst making breakfast. You’re not as anxious about providing for it, more just worried about how your husband and 6 year old were going to react.

You walked out to the kitchen and wrapped your arms around Eddie who was making pancakes. He smiled and said “look what I got,” And you held up the positive pregnancy test. He gasped and turned around, his eyes filling with tears instantly.

“Are you serious? Please tell me you're not joking” he said and you chuckled. You nodded and said “I’m pregnant, Ed’s, we’re having another baby” “stop…” he said and wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your neck as he cried softly. You chuckled, you’d made him so soft, he cried about a lot of the milestones in your relationship.

“I-I’m so happy…” he said shakily and you giggled, rubbing his back soothingly. You kissed his head and said “me too, baby, me too” You wiped your tears away and he pulled away, getting down on his knee to kiss your stomach.

“Oh I can’t wait to meet you. And to teach you guitar. Your sister is a freaking rockstar already, you're gonna have to learn fast if you wanna keep up” he said and you giggled. You ran your hands through his hair and said “you excited to watch throw up every morning for the rest of the goddamn pregnancy like I did last time?” “Mhm. I’ll be there for every moment of it” he said and you smiled.

“Why are you kissing mommy’s belly?” Noah asked as she came into the kitchen. Eddie smiled and said “what do you think about becoming a big sister?” She nodded her head with a goofy smile on her face and he said “there’s a baby in there right now,” he pointed to your stomach.

“That little baby is your sibling. They should be here in about 7 or 8 months” he said and she gasped, jumping up and down and squealing. You chuckled and she said “I’m gonna be a big sisterrr!”

“What?” Dustin asked as he came in, you forgot he was coming over and you’d all been friends so long that it was normal to just come in. “Mommy has a baby in her belly, uncle dustin!” she said and you chuckled.

He gasped and said “what? No way,” He scooped Noah up and threw her up on his hip. You nodded and he said “are you gonna be a big sister?” “Yea!” She said and he kissed her head.

A few days later you got an appointment, and thankfully since you now had good insurance and you’d be able to afford the proper appointments and stuff. You were about 8 weeks, and so far the morning sickness was pretty bad and that was pretty much the entire reason you even took the test.

The doctors were sure you’d had HG in your first pregnancy, which was a disease that made the average pregnant woman’s morning sickness much worse. For some women, it gets worse in their second pregnancy, others it’s the same, and some say it’s better. Eddie really hoped he wouldn’t have to see you struggle again the way you struggled during your pregnancy with Noah.

Thankfully this time you got dietary supplements, vitamins, other medications and they were helping a lot. You still threw up at least once or twice a day, and some days it was worse and it got to 5 or 6 times. At 14 weeks you noticed the meds weren’t working as well but thought it was something you were doing when you realized you were throwing up 10 times a day.

You ended up needing an assistant at your job to drive you to the hospital one day because you truly thought something was severely wrong and didn’t want to pass out. Eddie got so scared that day, but the doctors gave you some different medications and upped the dose on some that you were already taken as well as gotten you an I.V and you were discharged the next day and told to go on bed rest for 3-5 days so your body can relax and get back on track.

Noah was so sweet, she was bringing you water every time your cup got empty and would make you eat a little bit of everything she ate, and if you didn’t she’d threaten to tell Eddie. She talked to the baby a lot, since it was currently summer she was home all the time and Eddie was working whilst you rested.

He prepared all your meals at night when he got home and put them in the fridge for you to quickly heat up during the day which you asked him every night not to do but he absolutely had to. It was the least he felt he could do. He even made sure all the medication you needed to take the next morning was ready right next to your side of the bed and tucked Noah in every night and read her as many bed time stories as needed.

You couldn’t have asked for a more supportive partner, and the fact that he was still working 10 hours at the mechanic and used his lunch break to pick Noah up from school amazed you. God, he was so selfless you truly wondered why he would do all of that for you.

On top of it all, he still came to bed and talked to you for 20 minutes about your day, about his day, talked to the baby a little, cuddled with you, and stroked your hair and held you till you fell asleep. You honestly couldn’t wait to be able to go back to work, so you could finally take some of those responsibilities back on like picking Noah up and things like that.

He made you call in sick on days where he felt you weren’t in a good place to be working, which wasn’t too often but it kinda drove you insane. Noah loved what was later revealed to be her baby sister, giving your bump kisses constantly, feeling her kick, and often falling asleep with her head nuzzled into your belly.

Eddie and Noah lived and breathed for those kicks, every time you said the baby was kicking they lost their shit, scrambling to come feel it. The gang was excited about another Munson baby, some of them had babies of their own now and it was crazy to see how much everyone had grown up and changed since you had Noah.

This pregnancy wasn’t nearly as rough as your first one was, which Eddie was thankful for. There were still some struggles, but you weren’t on bed rest at all except for those 5 days at the beginning, and your morning sickness was completely taken care of by 25 weeks, and the pain was a lot better than before.

Granted, pregnancy was still painful but this was bearable and you still felt motivated to want to get out of bed at 35 weeks. By now, Noah was seeing all of her baby pictures, and insisting that you cross out “Baby Noah being held by Eddie for the first time! - June 16, 1985” and write “Baby Noah being held by Dad for the first time!” - June 16, 1985”.

Boy, did Eddie shed some tears that day. Once you got to the end of the book you thanked him for taking all those pictures despite you telling him to stop, because you would’ve totally regretted not having these pictures. Seeing baby Noah again made you wonder what this baby was going to look like, hopefully a little like Eddie so you’d be able to see him when you look at her.

You were still overdue this time, only by 3 days which you thanked Jesus himself for. Uncle Wayne watched Noah the whole time, which she was happy about because she loved Uncle Wayne but he worked a lot. This time you weren’t in labor for a super long time, only 10 hours including pushing and you thought Eddie wouldn’t be as emotional as the first time because he’d already been through it and knows what’s happening but he couldn’t help it.

He started crying as soon as you started pushing, whispering sweet words of encouragement and telling you how fucking amazing you were doing, he really was amazed at how you made two entire humans and had pushed two babies out of you. It was wild to him how incredible your body was, creating life.

You decided to name your 2nd baby Jadyn, Eddie liked the way it was spelt and you thought it was really pretty and suited her. She definitely looked like Eddie, she had some dusty brown curls on top of her head already, cute doe brown eyes and your nose and what seemed to be some kind of mix with yours and Eddie’s lips.

Noah was so happy to meet her baby sister, and she even liked the name too. “She has daddy’s hair,” Noah said, sitting on Eddie’s lap whilst he was doing most of the work as she “held” Jadyn for the first time.

“Yea, she does,” you said and chuckled. You smiled, remembering all the time that he would put his hair into pigtails and braids just cause Noah liked it and would actually wear the goofy little hairstyles to work and wherever he had to go. You couldn’t wait for Jadyn to have that, to raise another daughter who feels nothing but love and happiness.

“I love her mommy!” She said and you chuckled. You caressed her cheek, reminding to be careful because her new sister was still very fragile. You decided to breastfeed Jadyn as well, it saves tons of money and you’d already gone through it once and you knew you could do it again.

You didn’t know how you got so lucky, but Jadyn was pretty quiet too. She cried a little more than Noah did, but she never screamed just a few light sobs and whimpers. She fed a lot, she came out pretty small like Noah, 6 pounds 10 ounces but she was fussing around wanting to be fed every 2-3 hours. Noah didn’t feed nearly as much, you were worried you wouldn’t have enough milk supply to keep up with her needs.

You and Eddie decided a few months after Jayden was born that you didn’t want anymore kids. You both loved being able to watch your bump progress each time and feel the kicks, and you both loved the overwhelming happiness of meeting your girls for the first time and raising them and taking care of them but you both knew you wouldn’t be able to afford a third child, and you didn’t know how well your body would handle a third pregnancy and having to give birth a third time.

It was a bit of a hard decision for the two of you, deciding to never have another baby again. You knew it was for the best, but it just felt so scary deciding that you two were done forever. Eddie, being the fucking incredible husband he was insisted that he should get a vasectomy instead of having you get your tubes tied because he knew you were afraid of surgery, and also because the process for him to have the vasectomy was way easier than you getting your tubes tied.

You tried to tell him it was okay and that you could handle it but he insisted. You took really good care of him those few days after while he was recovering, you took complete care of the kids, made him all his meals, helped him in the shower when he needed, whatever you could do for him. You felt so lucky to have him, you thought he’d be all for you getting your tubes tied and wouldn’t want anyone messing around with his junk. He practically begged you to let him get a procedure instead.

You two raised your girls together and one day things got good enough that you bought a small house when Noah was 10, and your crazy little 4 year old was very happy about that. She had so much new room to run around and do all the things her 4 year old self wants her to.

You gave your old trailer to Wayne since it was bigger and nicer, and he was very thankful. You still lived close to him so he saw the kids as much as he did when you lived 3 trailers down. You and Eddie spent a lot of nights just talking about how happy each other was to be able to have this house and provide for these girls.

Thankfully, Noah and Jadyn were good girls who weren’t into drugs or anything like that and stayed out of trouble. Of course because of Dad’s and some of their Uncles’ obsessions with D&D back in the day they were pretty good at D&D and so were their cousins. The girls had even kicked some of Eddie’s campaigns to the curb, he was truly impressed by those little geniuses.

Eventually Noah asked for the full story on her biological father and by then she was 19, out of the house, 1 year into college to be a psychologist (you and Eddie were so proud of her for getting a full ride to Purdue) and you knew it was time.

You told her everything she was comfortable hearing, which she wanted the full story, and it hurt to see the heartbreak in your daughter's eyes. She hugged you so tight, apologizing because she thought she was a reminder of him. “Baby, no- god no, you could never be a reminder of him if you tried. Not when you look just like me and you're wearing the hellfire shirt your dad made you. Don’t you ever think that again, nothing you ever do will remind me of him” you said and she hugged you tighter.

You really hoped she didn’t think she was a mistake. The last thing she was, was a mistake. The one good thing that Adam gave you was Noah. You couldn’t imagine your life without her. If you hadn’t found out you were pregnant you might not even be here right now.

You and Eddie grew old together, made fun of each other for grey hairs, watched your babies have their own babies, and even indulged in those dumb old people activities. Eddie never really changed his hair style, just started putting it back into a ponytail so it wasn’t so 80’s metal head and let his bangs grow out. You loved that even while he was old and 70 he was still Eddie, and refused to cut his hair into something more “normal”.

You passed before Eddie, and it broke his heart. Noah, Jadyn, and the grandchildren were devastated as well but Eddie couldn’t handle it. He cried nonstop for weeks, he didn’t want to eat, he couldn’t sleep without you, he was a mess. Your death was a little sudden, the doctor said it was just old age but you seemed fine just the day before. You and Eddie went to bed that night and you didn’t wake up the next day.

The 58 years you two had together were the best 58 years of your lives. He was glad you died peacefully and that he got to be there with you in your very last moments. He passed 2 years later, he got really sick and at 85 he couldn’t handle it anymore.

He spent his last moments in the hospital, Noah and Jadyn by his side and the grandchildren too. He was crying, not because of the pain but because he was leaving the girls and after he was gone then both your girls wouldn’t have parents anymore. He’d never get to meet his great grandchildren. He was going to miss out on so much, he felt like he hadn’t had enough time with everyone.

Once you two rejoined in the afterlife, you watched over your children, grandchildren, and eventually great grandchildren and fell even more in love every single day, even in the afterlife.

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“There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true.” - Soren Kierkegaard

“This is a lot of cash, boss man,” You stare at the metal briefcase that is filled with more money than you have ever been paid…and its only half of the payment. “You must really want this guy dead, huh?” Reaching up, you tuck a braid behind your ear and cross your legs, “What’d the guy do? Fuck your wife? Kill your dog?”

“Cut the shit, Y/N.” Your boss, Andrew Loft snaps and you roll your eyes. “Are you going to kill this son of a bitch or not?”

You glance down at the money and crack your knuckles. “Send me his file in three days. I’m going on a mini vacay, and I don’t want to think about this shit.”

“Take that payment with you. I’ll transfer the rest when you send me his fucking head.”

“Damn…okay, boss man. See ya later!” You close the briefcase and motion for one of your boss’ men to carry it out to your car for you. You wiggle your fingers towards your boss and leave his home with a large smile on your face. This money is gonna go right into your hidden savings account. Being a paid assassin, you never know when the tables will turn, so you always have to be prepared for anything. “Thank you, Jeffery!” You blow the older man a kiss after he sets the briefcase in your car, and you jump in the driver seat. Giggling to yourself, you pull out of the driveway and make your way home. You glance at the time and smile. You think you’ll beat your boyfriend home today.

Turning on the radio, you sing along to a few songs. You feel good about today, yeah it sucks that you have to take someone’s life, but hey that’s no concern of yours. Clearly this person did something major to piss your boss off. As you get closer to home, you quickly call your boyfriend on speaker; the ring tone loud as it echoes in the car.

“Yes, darling?”

You smile at his sweet voice, “What are you doing?”

“Me?” You can hear what sounds like pots and pans banging in the background. “I’m making dinner for my heart.”

Heat attacks your face at your boyfriend’s cheesy words, “You’re already home? I thought you were working late tonight.”

“I left early since we have an early flight to catch tomorrow. Now hurry that pretty ass of yours along. Dinner should be done when you get here.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“Yeah, I know.”

You laugh at his response, “I love you Jinyoung-ie.”

“I love you more, Y/N-ie.”

The view from the balcony is breathtaking. Below is white sand and an even clearly sea nestled away between a small forest, giving Jinyoung and yourself all the privacy that you could ever ask for. The moon is shinning high in the sky, bathing your brown skin with its gentle silver glow. The braids you had in, are no longer holding your hair down in place. Your natural texture embraces the cool air that blows, your dark strands dancing gently in the breeze. You’re wrapped in the white sheet from the bed, completely bare underneath from your session of love making with Jinyoung a short while ago. He’s somewhere in the house doing his own thing, giving you space to breath.

The sound of the screen door sliding open catches your attention, but you don’t turn around to see what Jinyoung’s up to. You hear the click of glass on glass and soon after the warmth of Jinyoung’s body presses to yours as he wraps his arms around your waist. You relax in his hold and smile as he litters small kisses to your shoulder and neck. His skin smell like fresh soap and you can feel small droplets of water drip onto your exposed skin.

“Did you enjoy your shower?”

Jinyoung hums in response to your question and rests his chin over your shoulder, “Are you feeling sore?” Jinyoung’s fingertips dig into your hips as he massages the ache away. You groan and Jinyoung chuckles, “I have something for you…hold on.” You sigh at the loss of warmth, and you turn around when Jinyoung clears his throat. Your eyes widen and the sheet you are holding falls to the ground as you stare at Jinyoung who is kneeling on one knee holding a very beautiful ring in his hands.

The tips of Jinyoung’s ears are red and you can see that he is struggling to keep his eyes on your face which makes you scramble for the sheet. Both of you laugh and Jinyoung smiles up at you, his dark eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

“I should have timed this better,” Jinyoung jokes and he quickly licks his lips before he continues. “Y/N…I love you. I have loved you from the moment I saw you. I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t care if other people think we shouldn’t be together or if other people talk shit. I love you and I will always choose you first.” Jinyoung glances down at the ring in his hand and tightens his hold on the black box. “I don’t see a life without you by my side, so, will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Park?”

Tears blur your vision, but you still nod your head up and down, “Yes! Yes, yes! A million times yes!” You cry and Jinyoung slips the ring onto your finger before your legs give out and he catches you in his lap. Your lips mold together, two perfect puzzle pieces finding each other in the moonlight. Your heart is pounding, it feels so full that it could burst and Jinyoung’s hold on you tightens. “I love you, Park Jinyoung.

“I love you soon to be Park Y/N.”

You have been tracking this man, Junior for a little over three days now and tonight you will put an end to his life. The guy seems harmless from what you’ve seen, but who knows what he’s really about? It isn’t your job to do any kind of background check on your targets, you just have to end their lives and keep it pushing. Tonight, Junior will be attending a masked gala event which you just so happen to have an invitation for. You followed Junior all the way to the gala, stopping into a shop right after him, asking about what mask the man before you purchased. You told some lie about playing a game of cat and mouse with each other; to which the seller told you Junior left with a wolf mask and he sold you the matching bunny mask. You smirked to yourself as you left the store with the mask, how fitting this was. The pretor will become the prey.

Arriving at the venue, you show the guards at the door your invitation and they let you in. The metal bunny mask sits on your face, hiding most of your identity but your sharp eyes stand out since you covered them in white and silver to give the illusion of innocence. You make your way through the ball room, making yourself small and docile as many eyes gaze upon you. You spot Junior a few feet away and when your eyes meet you quickly look away acting bashful. You turn on your heel to walk away, but there is an older man standing beside you. You can smell the cigarette smoke on his breath as he breathes down on you.

Fighting off a frown, you take a step back and the man smiles, his teeth yellow and brown from not being properly taken care of. “Little rabbit, it seems you have strayed too far on your own.” The man chuckles at his own joke and you wish you could roll your eyes. “Why don’t I keep you company, huh? Someone as pretty as you little rabbit, shouldn’t be left alone.”

“Ah, there you are dear.” You jump when a gentle hand touches your lower back. “What have I told you about running off on your own? Every man in the place has their eyes on you.” That voice…you find yourself leaning into Junior’s side and the man in front of you frowns deeply. “Thank you for keeping her company in my absence.” Junior grabs your hand and leads you away from the older man. The two of you walk in silence and you notice that Junior is leading you out back. The venue has a full garden filled with all species of flowers and trees mixed together in a winding maze covered in fairy lights.

“Where are we going?” You keep your voice light and airy making Junior freeze in his steps. You raise an eyebrow and Junior shakes his head. You allow him to lead you into the maze away from any potential witnesses and you can’t believe your luck. This guy is leading himself to his death! Men do such stupid things for a nice body and pretty face. Once you deem that the two of you are far enough away from the venue, you pull your hand free from Junior’s and he keeps walking towards a fountain. While his back is turned toward you, you pull the small gun from its holster around your upper thigh and remove your mask to see clearly. Don’t want to miss your shot. “I wouldn’t move any farther if I were you,” You call out and Junior is quick. Before you can even register what, he’s doing, there is a gun pointed at you.

You can see Junior’s hands shaking and you frown. “Awe is the big bad wolf scared of a little bunny?” You taunt and strengthen your stance as the man before you just stares at you with wide eyes. “Come on wolfie, let me see that handsome face, yeah?” You watch as his bottom lip trembles and soon you can see tears falling off his face. You click your tongue and sigh, “Jeez, you’re nothing but a wuss. What the hell did you do to piss my boss off, man?”

“W-where do you keep your ring?”

Junior’s question catches you off guard and you blink slowly as you tilt your head, “Huh?”

“The ring! Where’s the ring?” Junior’s voice is sharp as he barks his question and your blood runs cold.

A lump forms in your throat and you try to swallow, but it’s impossible to. “T-take your mask off, now!” You retighten you grip on your gun and your whole body feels like a furnace…who the fuck is Junior? You watch unblinking as Junior slowly switches his grip to hold his gun with one hand. Using his free hand, he slowly unties his mask and your whole world shatters as his mask falls to the ground. “J-Jinyoung…” His name comes out heavy, matching the weight of a million corpses as your brain tries to rationalize this new turn of events. “What -” You clear your throat and cough, trying to force words to come out.

Your vision blurs and you blink quickly, “W…” You can’t speak, yet alone form a proper thought as Jinyoung stands before you aiming a gun at your chest. Jinyoung’s eyes are pink and weepy as he openly cries, “Was it all a lie?”

Jinyoung shakes his head, “I-no. No, I couldn’t lie to you!”

You laugh bitterly at his choice of words and Jinyoung winces, “My name is Park Jinyoung. I’m a twenty-seven old male who foolishly joined a gang in my teen years. I became a spy for the FBI after my gang caught some heat for shit that we had no part of. I’ve spent the last ten years of my life trying to bring down the man that tried to destroy the only people I had ever called my family.” Jinyoung sniffles and wipes his chin with the back of his hand. “The man that tried to ruin my life is named Andrew Loft, so I made a new name for myself, and Junior caught his eyes. To prove my loyalty, he wanted me to kill an innocent family and I refused.”

“That doesn’t have shit to do with me.”

Jinyoung shakes his head. “It does…damnit Y/N, it was your family!”

Your ears a ringing. What? “M-my family died in a plan accident.”

“No,” Jinyoung fights back more tears as he tells you the truth about your family’s death. “Andrew planed it all. He hired someone to crash the plane and when you weren’t on it, he switched up and had you join his side. Please Y/N-ah…jagiya. Y-you have to believe me.”

Your face scrunches up in disbelief at Jinyoung’s words. It doesn’t make sense, why would Andrew kill your family? They had nothing to do with…you feel sick. Back then you were just starting out and you got caught up with the police…you had failed your first job that Andrew gave you. Jinyoung had to be the only person alive that knew this and that’s why Andrew wanted him dead. Tears roll down your face and Jinyoung’s heart breaks at he watches you fall apart. His life be damned he tucks his gun away and rushes to your side, snatching the gun from your hands he throws it to the side and holds you tightly in his arms as you cry.

“I found the love of my life in this sick and twisted game. She’s a bit of a loner and doesn’t say much, but she has a heart of gold and a smile that shines brighter than the sun. Her sense of humor is dark, and her laugh is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. When she loves, she loves with every fiber of her being and it shows in how much she cares…” Jinyoung smooths his hand over the black body wave wig you’re wearing and kisses the top of your head. “I love her and if she’ll still have me, I would love to spend the rest of my life with her…however short it may be.”

You breathe in as best you can from your stuffy nose and inhale Jinyoung’s scent, the soap he used mixed with his classic Armani Acqua cologne makes you feel safe and clears your head. You let yourself melt into Jinyoung’s embrace and he tightens his hold on you. “S-show me?” You pull back from Jinyoung and stare into his eyes. “Show me how much you love me.”

Jinyoung smiles softly and cups your face in his hands before he captures you lips in a searing kiss that puts all lingering doubt in your mind to rest. “I love you; Y/N and I will put a bullet into Andrew’s skull myself for what he has done to you.”

You nod against Jinyoung’s lips and kiss him some more, “I love you, Jinyoung. I trust you.”

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