#and I’m having dinner with her parents at some point in the next few weeks

[worseforwords]

The Arrangement

(Alessia Russo x Reader)

Chapter I of Marshmallow

“Sweetheart? Can you hear me?” your mom’s voice cackled through the phone. “Take your phone off your ear, mum, you’ve facetimed me,” you chuckled. “Oh, right. Hi, darling, lovely to SEE you,” she giggled at her own joke. “How are you, love? And where are you? I don’t recognise that wall behind you,” she inquired. “I’m in the changing room at Arsenal, you know, my job.” “Right, ‘course. Everything alright? How’s your g-” “Yeah, everything’s good,” you quickly interrupted her, hoping no one in the changing room caught on to what she was about to say. “I have to head to training soon, mum. Did you want anything from me?” “Right, busy woman, no time for chit-chat with her mum. Your dad and I were just wondering if we could come visit you anytime soon. We haven’t seen you since Christmas, and we would both really love to meet your girlfriend!” She said that last part with a bit too much excitement, and you were sure you saw some heads snap your way from the corner of your eye. “Ehh, yeah, I’m just a little busy at the moment with football, so I’m not sure when I’ll be free,” you said as you quickly turned down the volume of your phone. “I know, darling, but I noticed there’s no match scheduled the weekend after the next one, so you’ll be free then, right?” Another disadvantage of being a professional athlete: usually having a very public schedule. “Right, yeah, I think so. I’ll call you after training, mum.”

You hung up after both of you exchanged goodbyes and you immediately noticed a few eyes on you. One pair belonged to a smirking Katie, who quickly plumped herself down next to you. “What was that I heard? Does somebody have a new girlfriend?” “What the hell, why haven’t I heard about this?” Leah joined in. “Lotte, did you know?” Your roommate Lotte shook her head. “Haven’t seen or heard anyone at our house.” “How is that even possible?” Victoria wondered out loud. “Is it a long-distance thing?” Caitlin joined in on the conversation. By this point, you were surrounded by your teammates, gazing at you, awaiting answers, and your head was spinning, trying to come up with anything to explain your situation.

Ultimately you decided on just telling them the truth, knowing full well a lie wasn’t getting you out of this situation. “There is no girlfriend,” you said quietly. Clearly, your answer wasn’t satisfactory as everyone kept staring at you frantically. “My parents kept asking me when I would finally bring someone home because my brother and sister are both happily married or engaged homeowners starting their own families. They keep telling me not to wait until it’s too late. At Christmas, when they started again, I finally snapped. I lied and told them I have a girlfriend.” You took a quick breath before you continued. “Only it backfired because now they won’t stop asking me about her, and apparently, I have to find a girlfriend within the next week or so.” You let your head fall into your hands dramatically. There was a short silence as everyone around you processed what you had just told them. Then a loud shriek as Katie burst out laughing. “Oh boy, you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble, mate!” she shouted. “Good luck with that.”

The next few minutes were filled with everyone either light-heartedly teasing your situation or attempting to play matchmaker and find you a girlfriend, which you knew was futile with only 10 days to go. This was precisely why you avoided going on dates. All the unwarranted attention and people meddling in your life, you didn't need it. You’d rather concentrate on the love of your life that you did have some control over: football. Fortunately, Kim took her captaincy very seriously and summoned everyone out of the changing room for training to begin, but not before sending you a sympathetic smile as you mouthed a quick “thank you” to her.

Training went by swiftly, and afterward, some of the girls gathered at Beth and Viv’s for dinner. You sat on the sofa with Laura and Viv as Alessia was directing Vic in the kitchen, and Beth was setting the table. “So, Y/N, are you going to tell your parents the truth about your girlfriend... or lack thereof?” Laura asked. “I don’t know; it’ll be so embarrassing. And I definitely won’t be able to hold off on them trying to set me up with their neighbour’s son, who is studying to be a doctor, or my mum’s colleague’s daughter who’s in law school.” You imitated your mom as you talked about the people your parent wanted to set you up with before dramatically making a barf gesture. “But what else can you do?” Viv asked. “Let’s see... Fake my own death and start a new life elsewhere? Start studying robotics and learn to design my own robot girlfriend? Pretend I’ve got short-term memory loss and have forgotten who my own girlfriend is?”

“Okay, I need to join in on this, scoot,” Beth waved her hands, gesturing for you to move over. “The fact that you thought of building a robot girlfriend before considering finding an actual girlfriend is insane,” she said, almost like she was scolding you. “I get it,” mumbled Viv as Beth immediately sent her a stern glare to which she responded with by blowing her a quick kiss. “I don’t want a relationship right now. Besides, 10 days is way too little time to find someone,” you said, ignoring their antics. “Fine, have it your way, go with the robot. Vic can help you; she’s studied maths,” she joked as she got up again. “Excuse me,” Vic got involved from the kitchen. “Which of my subjects do you think is about robot girlfriends?” She giggled. “I say go with the Dory thing.”

“Vic, stir this sauce for a bit, please,” Alessia spoke sternly as she turned towards all of you. “Okay, I can’t believe no one has thought of this, but the solution is very simple. You just find someone who can pretend to be your girlfriend for the weekend your parents visit,” she explained as all of you listened. “Yes! Less, that’s a perfect plan,” Beth exclaimed. “But who should it be? Maybe you can hire an actor!” She added as you seriously considered this option for a moment. “Hm, I don’t know, seems kind of risky if they don’t really know me,” you said. 

“Yeah, you should probably pick a friend, someone you’ve known for a while and who knows what you’re up to these days,” Laura stated. “Sooo, maybe a teammate?” Vic suggested. “Yes!” Beth shouted again. “A teammate. But who? Obviously not someone who is openly dating someone else already, so me and Viv are out,” she then stated more calmly. “Laura and I can’t make it either, we’re going out with the Aussies, remember?” Vic asked as Laura nodded.

A silence fell as everyone sort of stared at Alessia, who was too focused on her cooking to notice. “Less?” Beth caught her attention, making her jump a little when she noticed everyone’s hopeful gazes fixated on her. “Are you available?” she asked. “Oh yeah sure, I’ll do it.” Alessia sent you a quick smile before continuing to make dinner. “That settles it then,” Beth said, giving you no say in the matter whatsoever. If you were being honest, though, you were just glad you had found somewhat of a solution to your problem. Besides, you didn’t know Alessia that well, the two of you usually being in different friend groups within the team and you had been intrigued to get to know her better for a while now.

The next few days in training everyone was mostly focussed on the game ahead. Some new pieces of gossip flooded the changing room and much to your delight, you and your love life were left unspoken of. It almost seemed a bit too good to be true, and you were now starting to worry it had all been a joke that you took too seriously. After all, the whole plan was a bit insane, definitely unlike anything you had ever done before. Were you just too desperate to notice that it was all banter?

"Everything alright, Y/N?” Alessia's voice jolted you from your mental spirals. “You seem a bit distracted.” “Yeah, all good. My mind just wandered for a second.” You feigned a smile. “Okay.” She returned the smile. “Hey, Alessia,” you began before she could exit the changing room. “Can I talk to you for a second?” “Yeah, of course. What’s up?” She settled herself beside you.

“So, you know about our crazy fake girlfriend plan, and—” “Correction, it’s my crazy plan, not ‘our’. My idea.” She interjected with a satisfied expression. “Right, your crazy plan. Anyhow, I realise you were put on the spot when Beth asked if you were available. I just wanted to say you don’t have to do it; I can find someone else,” you spoke hesitantly. “Oh no, I want to do it. Unless you’d prefer someone else, of course.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” you quickly clarified. “Alright then, let’s do it.” You offered a shy smile. “Ehh, I hope that’s not how you planned on asking me,” she giggled. You shot her an ‘are you serious?’ look. She responded with what you assumed was her best ‘yes, I’m serious, how dare you even question that’ expression. “Give me one second.”

You darted around the corner, returning a few seconds later with a ring made from bright blue kinesiology tape. “Alessia Russo, will you do me the honour of being my fake girlfriend for the weekend?” you proposed, getting down on one knee before her. “Yes, YES, a thousand times yes!” She dramatically pretended to swoon as you slid the makeshift ring onto her finger.

“Right, so my parents will be visiting from Friday night until Sunday, most likely,” you swiftly changed the subject, attempting to avoid any blush creeping onto your cheeks. “But you don’t have to be there for the entire duration, of course. If you could just pop in for a bit on Saturday, that would be great,” you suggested. “Oh, well I don’t really have any other plans because I assumed this would be an all-weekend kind of thing,” she replied softly, and you felt the warmth in your cheeks intensify. “And Dan is out of town anyway.”

Right, Dan. Her boyfriend. You were aware of him, you had met him – this wasn’t new information. So why did you suddenly feel a knot tightening in your stomach at Alessia mentioning him? “So, what do you want me to be like?” She brought you back from your thoughts. “What do you mean?” You asked. “I mean, how do you want me to be around your parents? We’ve got to impress them, right?” She explained. “Oh, just be yourself. They’ll love you. I know they will,” you assured her as she got up from the bench, ready to go warm up.

“Whatever happened in here?” Leah asked as she entered the changing room, followed by some other girls, right after Alessia had left. “What do you mean?” You inquired. “Well, Less just almost walked into me; she was all flustered and smiley, and now here you are, looking all flustered and upset,” she explained. “Nothing happened. I’m not upset. Just a bit nervous about my parents visiting and everything,” you lied. Either Leah didn’t notice or she decided to let you off the hook, but either way, she didn’t ask any further questions about it. As one of your best friends, Leah knew you very well, and she also knew that questioning you in a room full of people was the worst thing she could do to you. 

“So is Less still coming?” Beth inquired. “Yes,” you mumbled, not wanting everyone to get involved again, but with no success. “Less?” Katie jumped in. “Why would she come?” Luckily, Beth came to your aid and explained the whole situation to everyone there so you didn’t have to.

“That’s a great plan,” Katie finally spoke. “But how will we make it believable?” “I’m sorry, we?” You tried to interrupt. “We should quiz them!” Beth suggested loudly, ignoring you entirely. “What is happening?” You mumbled to Leah who just laughed at you in response. “Yes! Lotte, can you come up with some questions about Less, and Leah, you can do the same for Y/N.” 

Somehow, everyone had agreed on the quiz idea, and once again, you had no say in it. On Wednesday night, a few of the girls gathered at Lotte and your place to prepare you and Alessia for the weekend. The anticipation in the air was as thick as the excitement before a big match. Tables were set up, and a stack of papers with questions lay in the centre. Lotte, with her mischievous smile, and Leah, ever ready for a good laugh, were the architects of this grand interrogation.

You, Alessia, and the rest of the team settled in around the living room. The atmosphere was a mix of nerves and amusement, everyone eager to see how this plan would unfold. Beth, who put on an oversized blazer and a bright red Arsenal bowtie for the occasion, took charge, announcing the rules with a theatrical flourish.

“Alright, everyone! Welcome to the Ultimate Fake Girlfriend Quiz Night!” She exclaimed, earning a round of laughter. “We’ve got questions about Y/N for Alessia and questions about Alessia for Y/N. Let’s see how well our fake couple knows each other.” The room erupted into cheers. Lotte, holding a list of questions about Alessia, winked at you. Leah, armed with questions about you, looked equally mischievous.

The first round began, and Leah fired off questions about you. Alessia, to everyone’s surprise, answered with remarkable accuracy. “Alright, Alessia,” Leah said with a smirk, “what’s Y/N’s guilty pleasure snack?”

Alessia pondered for a moment, a playful glint in her eyes. “Chocolate-covered pretzels. She hides them in the back of a cabinet, but I always find them.” Laughter filled the room. You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Alessia, impressed and slightly amused that she had picked up on your secret indulgence. Apparently her close friendship with your roommate had given her quite an advantage.

Lotte, taking her turn, quizzed you about Alessia’s life. “What’s Alessia’s weirdest talent?” she asked with a sly grin. You thought for a moment, realising Alessia had shared a few quirky skills in the changing room. “She can do this weird thing with her tongue, like roll it into a clover shape. It’s bizarrely impressive.”

Alessia blushed, seemingly surprised that you remembered such a minor detail. The room erupted into cheers again. As the quiz progressed, Alessia consistently demonstrated an uncanny knowledge of your habits and likes. It seemed like she had been paying much more attention than you thought.

The highlight came when Leah, with a devious smile, presented the final question: “What’s Y/N’s weirdest habit in the morning?” Alessia, grinning confidently, answered, “She talks to herself in the mirror while doing her hair. Full-on conversations with her own reflection.” Your face turned crimson, and a chorus of laughter echoed through the room. You shot Alessia a playful glare.

The quiz ended and the consensus was clear — Alessia and you knew each other surprisingly well, considering this was supposed to be a fake relationship. However, Katie, ever the provocateur, couldn’t resist stirring the pot.

She leaned forward with a teasing grin. “So, you two aced the quiz, but do you even have any chemistry?” Her question hung in the air, causing a collective intake of breath from the spectators. Alessia looked at you, a subtle uncertainty in her eyes. “Seriously, guys, you need to up your game. You look way too platonic.”

Your teammates, now fully invested in your fake romance, decided to play relationship coaches. “Alright, stand up,” Beth commanded. “Let’s see how you two handle physical proximity. Hug. Now.” You and Alessia exchanged a glance, both feeling a bit awkward. You hesitated for a moment before tentatively wrapping your arms around each other. The teammates observed and then erupted into a chorus of opinions.

“Too stiff!”

“More like you mean it!”

“Look into each other’s eyes, not the ceiling!”

You and Alessia shared an amused yet bewildered look. The teammates continued their analysis, discussing everything from hand-holding techniques to the positioning of your bodies. It was like a crash course in relationship theatrics. “Alright, sit down,” Beth commanded again. “You two are sitting too far apart. Scoot closer.”

As you and Alessia moved to sit side by side, Steph suggested, “Try a more casual touch. Like, Y/N, put your hand on Alessia’s leg.” Panic flashed across your face, but you complied, very carefully placing your hand on Alessia’s leg. The room erupted into laughter again.

“Okay, she said casual, Y/N. She’s not made of thin glass now is she?” Beth joked, and Alessia chuckled as you adjusted your grip, secretly wanting to disappear into the couch. The teammates continued to give advice, critiquing every move and gesture. Amidst the laughter and chaos, Laura suggested, “You guys should try the 36 Questions. You know, that study that makes people fall in love?”

That mention drew curious looks from you and Alessia. Beth explained, “People say you’ll fall in love if you answer them honestly with someone. It could help you two look more... well, in love.” The idea was met with a mix of enthusiasm and skepticism. “Homework for our fake couple!” Beth declared, and everyone laughed.

As the evening wound down, the teammates left your place. Everyone but Alessia, who offered to help you clean the place up. Lotte went to bed, leaving you and your now approved ‘fake girlfriend’ with a newfound list of relationship do’s and don’ts, along with the prospect of a homework assignment that promised to make your fake relationship more convincing.

“So… I guess we’ve got some homework to do,” you said, feeling very awkward all of a sudden now that it was just you two. You then realised you had never really hung out together without at least one other person being there. “Yeah, 36 questions,” she started as she grabbed her phone. “Do you believe in this?”

“No of course not,” you said, ever the sceptic. “But I do believe Katie is gonna murder us if we don’t do our homework. Both of you exchanged glances like, ‘Are we really doing this?’ and rolled your eyes in silent agreement that this was a bit of a silly experiment.

“Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” She read the first question from her phone, immediately gazing at the ceiling as if in thought about her answer. “I bet yours would be Michael Jordan,” you said. “Hey, I’m asking you about your answer not mine!” She giggled as she elbowed your shoulder. 

“Fine, let me think. Do they have to be alive?” You wondered. “I mean I guess it says ‘anyone’, so if you want to have dinner with a corpse, by all means,” she chuckled. “No, not like that, ew,” you now elbowed her. “I just mean I would love to have dinner with my grandma. She’s sacrificed so much for our family, but I only ever knew her as a child so I’ve never been able to thank her for it.” Still in thought you stared at your feet for a bit until you realised it had been quiet for a while in your living room. 

“Sorry,” you said, quickly looking up and finding Alessia’s eyes already on you with a look you couldn’t quite place. “I’ll just go with Beyoncé, she’d be a cool dinner guest,” you quickly changed your answer. “No, no, that was really sweet. I bet your grandma would love to have dinner with you too. And I’m sure she knew you’d be grateful,” she said softly, her eyes remaining on yours. “Yeah well, you just called her a corpse so that idea is kind of ruined for me now,” you teased. “No I didn’t!” She protested.

The first couple of questions were mostly light and you chuckled at each other’s silly answers. However, as you continued down the list, the questions became increasingly deep and personal and as eye-rolls turned into thoughtful pondering, you both found yourselves sharing way more than you had expected. 

Alessia’s responses were open and honest as she shared stories about her childhood dreams, the hurdles in her football journey, and her aspirations beyond the pitch. One question, in particular, struck a chord: “If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?” Alessia’s response was heartfelt. “I’d want to be fearless. Not just on the field, but in life. There are times when I feel held back by my own doubts and fears. I’d love to face everything without that weight.”

Her openness made it easy for you to share your own dreams and fears. The conversation flowed easily, moving through topics of love, aspirations, and personal histories. It felt like something shifted between the two of you. Alessia was no longer just a teammate or a fake girlfriend to you. She was someone you could talk to, someone you felt a genuine connection with and you had a newfound appreciation for her.

By the time you had finished the first set of questions you finally looked at the time. “Oh my god, Alessia, it’s 2 am!” You both jumped up. Two hours had passed since everyone had left and you had an early training the next morning. “Really? How did that happen. I should run then,” she said.

“Hey, do you want to stay over?” You asked as you immediately noticed her questioning expression. “In the guest room I mean. Just cause we have an early training tomorrow and I don’t want you to be exhausted.” You quickly added. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” She smiled shyly at you. “Okay, be right back.” You stated as you sprinted towards your bedroom.

You returned a few minutes later with a bunch of stuff in your arms. “Here’s an unused toothbrush, towels are in the bathroom cabinet, and I didn’t know what you like to sleep in so here’s some shorts, joggers, a t-shirt and a hoodie. Wear whatever you want.” You rambled nervously as she chuckled. “Thank you Y/N. Good night.”

The next morning, your alarm blared, pulling you from the depths of sleep. Groggily, you stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Training awaited, and as you yawned your way through the morning routine, the events of the previous night flashed in your mind. You couldn’t help but glance at Alessia, who was already up, seemingly more awake than you were. She flashed you a tired yet friendly smile. “Morning,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. “Morning,” you replied, trying to shake off the remnants of your dreams. The two of you exchanged a glance, a silent acknowledgment of the peculiar situation you found yourselves in.

As you headed to training together, you couldn’t ignore the amused glances from your teammates. Alessia, clad in your training gear because she hadn’t brought her own, was the target of playful banter. “Nice walk of shame, Alessia!” Katie teased, eliciting laughter from others. “You two look tired, looks like our chemistry experiments worked a little too wel!” Quipped Beth, pointing out the bags under both your eyes.

Training progressed as usual, but not without the occasional teasing from one of your teammates. You knew none of them really meant anything by it though. Everyone knew it was just a bit and that the two of you were no more than friends. And so did you, cause that was the deal, right? 

“You know,” Alessia began when the two of you were alone for a second after Katie asked her when you were planning your next sleepover, “despite all the teasing and the fake girlfriend stuff, I’m kind of enjoying getting to know you better.” You felt your cheeks starting to flush as you took in her genuine smile. “Yeah, me too. It’s strange how these things work out.” You tried your best to reciprocate her smile without blushing too hard. What on earth was happening to you?

The day went by swiftly as the prospect of having Alessia around as your fake girlfriend all weekend had you slowly spiral into a nervous wreck. When Friday afternoon finally arrived, you stood in front of the bathroom mirror as you went over the many things that could go wrong. What if your parents didn’t believe it? What if they did? What would that even mean? What if she never even showed up cause who were you to think she would do something like that for you? What if her boyfriend got mad? What if she suddenly started liking you, for real? What if she didn’t?

You splashed water in your face, desperately trying to stop your mind from spiralling, and more specifically to erase those last thoughts. Where was your mind coming up with all this none-sense? Was there something more to this? Another splash. No. None-sense. You groaned as you watched drops of water trickle down your face. 

“Y/N? Everything okay?” You heard Lotte’s voice call out from the other side of the locked bathroom door. “Less is here.” You inhaled a sharp breath as you felt a familiar knot form in your stomach. “Shit,” you mumbled to yourself. “Be right there!”

“You’re early,” is the first thing you said when you came out of the bathroom after quickly drying yourself off and fixing your hair. “Nice to see you too.” A kindly smiling Alessia appeared once you opened the door. “Thought I’d help you prepare before your parents show up. Hey, are you okay?” She gazed at you as if she was examining your current state. “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry, hi, thank you for being here.” You opened up your arms as an invitation for a hug which she accepted immediately.

“Allright, lovebirds, I’m out.” Lotte said, suitcase in hand as she hugged you both goodbye, leaving for a little romantic getaway with her boyfriend. “Have fun!” You both shouted at the same time as she closed the door behind herself.

You spent the next hour or so getting the house ready for your parent’s arrival and providing Alessia with all the necessary information on your family, as if you were doing a last minute study session for an exam.

Then, a knock on the door echoed through the house, signalling the arrival of your parents. A surge of nerves shot through you as you exchanged a quick glance with Alessia. You both took a deep breath, steeling yourselves for the upcoming performance. “Ready?” Alessia whispered, and you nodded, though your heart was doing a drumroll in your chest.

-> Chapter II

[lipglossanon]

Urban Legend

shape shifter/wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, monsterfucking, dirty talk, mentions of cannibalism, threats, CNC, rape fantasy, rape talk, oral (f receiving), impromptu thigh job lol, biting, blood kink, multiple creampies, fingering, overstimulation, belly bulge, cum inflation, breeding kink, double penetration in one hole

not proofread ✌️ it’s all made up and the points don’t matter 😜

I literally had to stop myself from writing so sorry if the ending is sudden/lame 😝

“There’s no way that it’s real,” you scoff into your phone.

“Then why was it in the newspaper, huh?” Your friend’s voice sounds tinny on the other end, letting you know you’ll be out of range soon. 

“To sell them, duh,” you laugh, “hey listen, I’m about to lose service so I’ll talk to you on Monday.”

“Call me if anything happens!” her concern makes you smile to yourself. 

“Will do, bye!”

You lock your phone and slide it back into your pocket. A quick glimpse of a chimney in the treeline lets you know you’re almost to the cabin. It’s just a small little one bed, one bath place deep in the middle of the woods. Your parents moved and left the place to you, so you’re not able to come out as much as you like so it’s a little more rundown than in previous years. 

You have to park at the bottom and make the mile long hike up the mountain in order to reach it. There’s an ATV parked in the shed for any emergencies, but you’ve made the trek all these years without any issues so fingers crossed this will just be another year in the bucket. 

Stepping up onto the small porch, you pull out the spare key and unlock the door. A branch snaps off in the woods and you shoot a look over your shoulder. Your friend’s nervousness seems to be rubbing off on you. Rolling your eyes, you turn back to open the door. 

“There’s no such thing as werewolves anyways,” you mutter under your breath. 

She gave you a quick breakdown of the last several month’s events while you talked to her on your walk. She told you there’s been missing livestock for weeks until suddenly a few local parishioners went missing after service and were found brutally mutilated days later. Attacks have been gradually ramping up, peaking around the full moon especially (which just happens to be the weekend you decided for a mini vacation at the cabin, go figure). 

The locals believe in some old wives tales about a werewolf returning every hundred years. You think it’s kinda cute they hold onto such old superstitions, but it’s more than likely some bobcat or mountain lion that’s come down due to deforestation in the area. 

You let these thoughts wash over you as you bustle around the cabin; you get everything in place and mentally thank your dad for putting up solar panels years ago. Those paired with the propane tank and generator outside means you won’t be without hot running water or lights. 

Once you’re all settled in, you decide to make something quick and simple for dinner before relaxing in front of the fireplace. Stretching out on the beat up couch, you scrunch your toes in the thick fuzzy socks you love to wear this time of year and flip open the book you brought with you. You’ve just found the most comfortable position for reading, becoming more engrossed page by page when a loud thudding knock rings out from your door. You jump at the sound and scowl over at the door. 

Another knock happens and you close your book, making sure your bookmark is securely tucked in the pages, and raise up. Quietly walking to the door, you peek out of the peephole and see an injured man slumped against the porch railing. Your heartbeat quickens and you watch as he raises a tired hand to knock on the door again. Glancing around the area yields nothing but trees and the dusky twilight. 

You tiptoe away and grab the rifle out of the gun safe next to the fireplace. As you walk back over, the man knocks once more. 

“How can I help you?” You call out from your side of the door, gazing back through the peephole. 

The man tilts his face up, fringe falling away for you to make out a strong jawline. 

“I-I was attacked and n-need help,” he winces, arm hugging his middle where you can see blood seeping through his shirt, “some kinda w-wild animal. I just need a phone or a first aid kit. Please, miss.” 

You pause, eyes glancing down to the gun in your hands. On the off chance he’s faking, well he won’t be for long.

“What’s your name?” You call out, pulling your phone from your pocket. 

“Leon. Leon Kennedy,” he grunts, clenching his waist.

You type it out in your notes as well as a text message just to be on the safe side and lock your phone again. Unbolting the heavy door, you pull it open, gun at your side. 

He glances down at the weapon and back up to you, a small grin pulling at the corners of his mouth before pain pinches his expression. 

“Promise I don’t bite.”

You gesture forward and he takes a staggering step before pausing. 

“Are you coming in or what?”

He grimaces and takes another halting step, “Yeah, just hurts to move.”

You shift on your feet, debating with yourself before setting the gun down and stepping forward. 

“I’ll help you,” you murmur, taking his other arm and placing it over your shoulders. 

You angle him in the doorway first and help him hobble over to a chair near the fire. 

“Thank you,” he breathes out a sigh of relief before groaning, “cut me pretty deep.”

You walk over to pick up the gun and move it back to the safe. Making your way to the bathroom, you pull the first aid pack from under the sink and walk over to your impromptu guest. 

“Can you take your shirt off?”

“Shouldn’t you buy me dinner first,” he jokes, but stiffly slips his shirt over his head. 

You smile sardonically and snap open the bag, “I usually don’t harbor strange men on my days off, so I guess I don’t quite know the protocol.”

He laughs but it ends in another pained groan, hand pressing against the clawed marks across his ribs. 

“Shit, that might need stitches,” you frown, pulling out the disinfectant. 

Once you clean off the area, you notice it’s not as deep as you thought.

“Luckily we didn’t need to use the quick clot,” you smear antibacterial ointment over the wounds and pull out the gauze. 

He hums but doesn’t say anything; his blue eyes haven’t moved from your face the entire time you’ve been ‘doctoring’ him. 

“Thank you for this, I really thought I was gonna be wandering the woods for hours,” he finally speaks as you tape a bandage across his ribs and wrap it with the gauze (to be on the safe side you murmur to him). 

“Well, tomorrow, we can ride the ATV down and call a friend or the local ranger since you were attacked by an animal,” you zip up the first aid kit and grab all the rubbish to toss in the trash. 

He nods, “Okay.”

“You’ll be sleeping on the couch,” you point to the old upholstered couch in question, “it’s not big but it’s better than the floor.”

His eyes flick from the couch back to you, “I appreciate it. Better than being outside, ya know.”

He quirks a smile at his own words and you give a tight one in response. 

Sitting down in the chair across from him, you give him a quick once over, “Are you okay though? Like I’m not doctor, but I can help you down the mountain to my car if you really need one.”

He shakes his head, a softer smile pulling at his lips, “No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

“What happened?”

“I have a place out here and decided to go for a walk and an asshole jumped out of the bushes and nicked my ribs, knocked me down. I got a little disoriented and wound up over here. I could hear it following me up until I reached your porch.”

You rub your arms and gaze over to the front door, “Did you see what it was?”

“Some kinda wolf I think,” his brows furrow as he thinks back, “big for a wolf though.”

His expression clears as he looks back at you, “You live here?”

Shaking your head, you drop his gaze to look into the fireplace, “No, just a weekend getaway. Shitty job and even shittier neighbors getting on my nerves, so here I am.”

He laughs, “You don’t love your job?”

“No, not really,” a small smile crosses your face turning back to him, “does anyone?”

Leon shrugs before hissing from jostling the wound, “Mine’s not so bad. I work security.”

“Ahh, any place I know?” 

He shakes his head, “It’s local.”

You hum in reply and glance at your watch. 

“Well, I’m going to head to bed,” you stand and make your way back to the gun safe, pulling out the rifle again, “not to be rude, but I don’t know you from Adam so if you need to get my attention, I highly stress knocking and waiting for me to reply.”

His gaze doesn’t move from your face, “Read you loud and clear, miss.”

“Bathrooms through there, kitchen is there,” you point at each in turn, but with the open floor plan it would be hard for Leon to miss any of this, “I’ll probably wake up pretty early and make coffee. Then we’ll head down, okay?”

He nods along with you, “Okay, I’ll see you in the morning then.”

You walk over to the bedroom and right before the door snaps shut, Leon calls out to you. 

“Goodnight!”

“Goodnight,” you parrot, giving one last look to the stranger now sitting on your couch. 

His eyes seem to reflect the firelight making you shiver. In a blink, everything seems normal making you think you only imagined it. Closing the door all the way, you slide the lock in place and crawl into bed, leaning the rifle next to your nightstand. 

He says he lives nearby but you’ve been coming to this cabin for most of your life and have never heard of any neighbors. It’s one of the reasons why your parents bought this place, the seclusion of not having anyone around for miles. He’s just really suspicious to you, even if he is cute. 

You eventually drift off, eyes trained on the door until they’re slipping shut. A loud jarring sound from the living room wakes you with a jerk. Raising up your hand hovers over your gun. A loud muffled curse makes you deflate a little. Leaving your warm bed, you unlock and open your bedroom door a crack to see Leon kneeling over the chair he must’ve ran into. 

“You okay?” You call out making him jump, head jerking around to the sound of your voice. 

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “I sorta tripped. Sorry to wake you up.”

You shrug and step out, making your way over to the kitchen, “Shit happens.”

Leon watches you as you grab a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“You seem really interesting,” he tosses out as you drink your water, “it’s kinda refreshing.”

“No offense Leon, but this is super weird for me,” you blatantly state, squinting at him, “in all my time being up here, I’ve never run into anyone else.”

“I was attacked,” he gestures to his ribs, “and I walked around for a while before finding you. It’s not like I was hiding out for you.”

He laughs suggesting it’s a joke, but there’s a ring of truth to his words that makes your hair stand on end. You eye the block of knives to your left. 

Once he realizes you’re not laughing, he tapers off, a queer little smile tugging at his lips. 

“I think I’ve spooked you,” he sighs, placing his chin in his palm as it rests against the chair, “didn’t mean to, miss.”

Using the excuse of sitting your bottle down on the counter, you side step closer to the knives. 

A grin stretches wide across his face, “Those won’t do you any good.”

Your fingernails dig into the soft meat of your palms as you level a flat look at the man in front of you. 

“And why not, Leon?”

He tilts his head, fringe shifting until only one blue eye can be seen, “Because they’re not sharp enough, silly.”

By the time your fingers wrap around the handle of a butcher’s knife, four sharp claws are wrapped around your neck, thumb digging into your jaw to tilt your head up. Your brain stutters, trying to comprehend what you’re even looking at now. 

He’s monstrous, blocking out the light completely, his body towering above your frame by a couple of feet, not including the curled ram horns protruding from his head. From what little you can see, you’re grateful for the dark. He chuckles a low warbling sound that has your heart rate kicking into overdrive. 

“You’re very interesting,” you feel a cold press of something hard and smooth against your ear, “think I’ll keep you for myself.”

He drags you closer to the fire and you catch a flash of an animal skull in place of a face before he turns away and in a blink he looks human as he did earlier tonight. 

He smiles at you, “Gotta remember not to scare you too much.”

With all the insanity that has taken place in the last few minutes, you find yourself blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.

“You weren’t even hurt, you asshole. Made me waste my first aid gauze.”

Surprise crosses Leon’s features before he’s smiling again, too wide to be human. You can see his pupils are slitted now, like a cat’s.  

“Yes, very interesting,” he chuckles, facing off against you and blocking any access to the bedroom (and your gun), “and you’re right.”

Under his breath you catch the words, “fucking Chris.”

You purse your lips, “If I go missing, they’re going to come looking for me. They’ll know your name.”

He sits you down on the couch taking a seat next to you. Leon’s excited by your words, eagerly leaning into your space. 

“You’re just full of surprises,” his teeth are longer now, needle sharp as he speaks, “and so clever. I like you already. I don’t plan on killing you.”

You snort, “Sure, and all of those locals just fell down and hurt themselves to death?”

He laughs, a sharp bright sound that makes your chest flutter.

“Oh, well they had it coming to them. Needed to eat,” his eyes reflect in the low light, “you’re such fun.”

He leans forward and breathes in causing goosebumps to race down your arms, “You make me want things. Things I haven’t thought of in a long, long time.”

Confusion pinches your brows together, “How old are you? Wait, is Leon even your real name?”

“You ask such silly questions,” he pouts, “and yes, it is. Why? Think I should have something like Cthulhu?”

You huff a laugh at how offended he sounds but bite down the smile as soon as Leon lights up from your amusement. 

“You’re a tough cookie to crack,” he presses more into your space making your skin prickle, “think I know a way to get you to like me.”

He pulls back and tugs his shirt off and with a small flex of his arms, rips the clothing in half. You can’t help but stare at him. When you patched him up hours ago, you had a fleeting appreciation of his body and now it flares back up as your eyes trace his pecs down to the happy trail disappearing under the band of his jeans. 

After tearing the shirt again, he wraps a torn piece around your wrists and ties it off. You try twisting your arms, but it does nothing except pinch the skin. Embarrassingly, your clit pulses at the feeling of being tied up like this. 

Next, Leon strips you both down quickly; his eyes hungrily raking down your nude body as he removes each piece of clothing.  Feeling self conscious, even in front of a monster, you shift your arms to cover yourself. He grabs your biceps, blue cat eyes flashing with heat, and yanks them back up. 

“Let me have my fill,” he gnashes his teeth, sharp points drawing your eye, “look at how soft you are, all that lovely unmarked skin…”

His voice trails off as he runs his hands down your arms to your breasts. 

“Sweet little nipples that need sucked…”

You shiver as he tweaks your nipples until they’re stiff and sensitive. He runs his hands over your soft stomach and hips. One hand grips the fat of your waist and the other teasingly rubs across your mound. 

“And a fat wet pussy that needs licked.” 

You shudder at those words, thighs subconsciously parting for him as he grins wickedly into your eyes. 

“Yeah that’s what she needs, huh? A sexy cunt that just needs to be stuffed full with a big fat cock.”

A whine slips past your lips and you go hot all over with embarrassment, toes curling against the soft rug. 

“S-shut up, fucking perv.”

He laughs, a distorted chime that reminds you of a bell, and leans forward to nose against your jaw, kissing your cheek. 

“Mmm, I’ll enjoy every second of this. You’re so feisty,” he kisses down to your neck, “which means this pussy is gonna taste so good. Especially when you cum.”

You glare at him but can’t stop the slick leaking down your thighs from his words and touches. It’s your darkest fantasy come true; you’ve gotten off to the thought of someone forcing themselves on you more than you’d like to admit. And now this weird creature is going to have his wicked way with you; it makes your pussy thrum in anticipation. 

His hands distort into claws in front of your eyes; the fingers are multi jointed in the strangest of ways, skin discolored and skeletal with nails long and sharp, digging into your waist roughly making you suck in a breath. His teeth and eyes are still abnormal, but so far that’s the extent. 

“What are you?” you murmur, eyes wide as they move back down to his strange hands. 

He shrugs easily, “I’m me,” grinning mischievously he presses on, “wanna see something?”

Before you can say anything he sticks out his pink tongue. It unfurls from his mouth, long and thick with a rough bumpy texture. He laughs and pulls it back into his mouth. 

“Gonna show you how fun it can be,” he kneels down in the floor, between your parted thighs, “god, you smell fucking fantastic.”

He drools a line of spit down onto the hood of your clit making your cunt throb with arousal. 

“Yeah, you may say you don’t like it, but look how fucking messy this pussy is,” he sighs happily, laying his head onto your thigh to gaze up at you, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, little human.”

He kisses your cunt sweetly making your hips jump up. 

“So sensitive,” he growls, eyes luminous as he glances back up to your face, “gonna enjoy this.”

He buries his face into your pussy, slurping and groaning as he licks into your hole. 

“Such a fat pussy,” he grunts, mouth moving up to suckle your clit, “fat little pussy that’s gonna cum all over my tongue.”

You whimper, hooking your legs over his shoulders making him laugh at you. 

“You like that? Like that I wanna eat this sweet pussy until you’re creaming my face?”

“Fuck,” you moan, head tossed back as he dives back into licking and kissing your pussy. 

It should gross you out, turn you off, anything, other than wanting to have this monster eat you out. You blame it on your brain just giving into the craziness that’s happening. Hell, maybe you’ll wake up and this will all have been some kind of fever dream. 

You grind against his mouth and his thick rough tongue fucks up into your clenching hole, fluttering against your walls and stretching your cunt wide like a cock would. Reaching down, your fingers grip into his hair, using it as an anchor as you hump down onto his tongue. 

With a rumbling purr deep within his chest, you feel his hair shift as his horns grow out of his skull. Hesitantly, you move from his silky hair to the rough texture of his horns. You gently wrap your fingers around the base and he humps the air. 

“Grip’em,” he murmurs, eyes bright, sharp teeth nipping the meat of your thigh, “think we’ll both like it.” 

A shuddering whine leaves your lips as you grasp his horns and rock against his greedy mouth. He groans, the vibration thrumming through your cunt making more slick ooze from your hole. He pulls away to lick a broad stripe up your cunt, bumpy tongue lapping slowly at your clit making your thighs shake. 

With a rumbling growl, he buries his face into your pussy lips, tongue pressing into your drippy hole. You shift your wrists as the binding bites into your skin while you grip his horns. He purrs and rubs his head back and forth so his nose rolls across your swollen clit. Whining softly, you buck upward, grinding yourself against his mouth. 

More slick oozes from your cunt and he slips his tongue into your pulsing walls before licking his way up to your pudgy clit. Leon bites your pussy lips, sucking the skin roughly before letting go. He kisses the hood of your clit and across your mound before biting down on where your cunt meets your thigh. 

Letting go, he moves back to running his bumpy tongue through your slick folds. You arch off the couch and into his warm rough mouth as he keeps licking and sucking at your cunt until you’re crying out. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you pant, tugging his horns before grasping his hair. 

He hums and sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue licking over the swollen bud as you moan softly. Right on the brink, he pulls his mouth away, sticky strings of saliva connecting to your pussy lips as he denies you your orgasm. 

You narrow your eyes at him as he pulls away, his slitted pupils expanded as they move up from your glistening cunt to your pinched expression. 

He grins and the sharp teeth make your clit throb.  Gripping your arms, he slips your hands over his head to wrap around his neck. Moving up your body, he kisses you messily, tongue licking into your mouth greedily. You whimper to taste yourself on his lips. 

His claws slide down your ribs making your breath stutter, exhaling a gasp as they wrap around your waist. 

“So soft,” he murmurs, “just wanna sink my claws in you over and over.”

He slips his hands underneath your ass and lifts you up, standing to his full height where your head nearly brushes the roof of the cabin. Turning, he sits down on the couch with you in his lap.  

“You seem rather human,” you mutter, eyes taking in his body as you straddle his waist, legs tucked on the outside of his thighs. 

“Easier to enjoy a soft thing like you when I’m like this,” he laughs, clawed hands digging into the meat of your hips.

“It’s just surprising,” you shrug, arms still tied around his neck. 

His eyes gleam white before settling back into their usual blue; he shifts on the couch before a smooth cat like tail slips from behind his body to wrap around your waist. 

“Better?” A smug look crosses his face. 

You hold back the laugh bubbling at the base of your throat; maybe you’ve lost your mind, maybe this is some weird hallucination brought on by whatever you ate, but a monster trying to impress you before fucking your brains out is something you never would have dreamt in your wildest fantasies. 

“What about your face earlier?”

He rolls his eyes, “That’s so boring. Don’t you wanna see if I have two cocks or something?”

This time you do laugh, a small sound that you quickly stifle under his gaze. He jostles you as he pulls you down onto his bulge making your breath hitch from the sheer size of him. 

“The answer is yes by the way,” his grin widens at the same time as your eyes do, tail tightening around your middle in excitement. 

Burying his face in your neck, he mutters, “You seriously smell so good.”

His fingers move down and tease across your swollen clit, parting your pussy lips to drag slick up from your hole all around your bud. He lets go to remove his pants (which you’re not even sure how they’re still on), having you raise up on your knees as he shoves them down and off. 

Once you settle back down on his lap one of his dripping cocks is sandwiched between your pussy lips and the other presses against the front of your mound, uncut head smearing precum on your abdomen, making you clench around nothing. From the looks of this one, both are thick and long, definitely bigger than anything you’ve had before. 

“Eyes are up here,” his snarky tone pulls your attention back up to his face. 

You shake your head, “How—“

“One at a time, silly,” he nips your neck, “then once you’re stretched enough, we can try both.”

His voice drops a lower octave, “But you’ve also got two holes that we can try out, too.”

Your eyes flutter as your cunt oozes slick all over his cock making him laugh.

“You’re really interesting,” he sloppily kisses your neck, “never had someone so excited before. Usually have to rape their little cunts in their sleep.”

You whimper and he raises up to smirk at you. 

“Were you hoping for the same thing? Mmm, all half asleep as I stuff that pussy,” he purrs in your ear, “too tired and weak to push me off as I rape this tiny hole til I’m pulling out and covering you with cum.”

You grind down against his cocks as your nails digs into the back of his neck making him smile into the feeling. 

“You’re such fun,” he tilts his head, eyes glittering, “just for that I’ll give you a little treat.”

Your mouth drops open in shock as he changes between one blink to the next; his entire face morphs to that of a smooth animal skull, bright eyes flaring from the empty eye sockets. He bares his teeth at you in what you hope is a smile. 

“Ta da!” His voice comes out distorted and echoey, octave low and strange. 

A high keen slips past your lips as he eases the head of one of his cocks into your cunt. 

“You’re so wet,” he praises, “god, ‘m so lucky to get a little freak like you.”

You want to argue against him, but it’s hard when this monster is slowly sinking his fat dick into your spasming hole, stretching you out so good. 

He pauses when he’s only halfway inside, holding you still with his huge hands until you’re squirming. 

“Please,” you whisper, frustration making tears bead your lash line. 

“Awww,” he coos at you, “since you’ve been so good, I guess you can have it all.”

And with that, he drops you down on his lap like a stone, cock bullying all the way into your cunt until the fat tip is bruising your cervix making you wail. 

“Too rough?” He smirks. 

You nod and slump against his chest. 

“Must like it,” he mocks, “this pussy is gripping me so tight, don’t know if I can pull out.”

You shudder and drool on his pecs as his cock kicks inside your overly full pussy. His other cock drips precum all over your lower abdomen from where it’s sandwiched between you two. 

“Untie me,” you’re able to slur out, slowly tugging your arms over his head. 

He squints at you (or the skull seems to insinuate squinting) and uses a claw to slice through the tattered shirt binding your wrists. 

Sighing, you rotate your hands before placing them on his chest and dragging them down. You watch as his muscles jump and twitch under your smooth palms. Finally, you cup the base of his other cock and slowly pull down the foreskin. You drool a line of spit down onto the head and precum blurts from the tip of his dick.

He snarls and pulls out only to roughly fuck back into your pussy. Whimpering, you’re only able to loosely grip his second cock as he jackhammers into your soaked cunt. 

“Sensitive, huh,” you murmur, eyes half lidded as they gaze up into his skull face. 

He whines at your words, grinding his tip hard against your cervix making your eyes roll back, “Been so long since a pretty thing wanted to play with me.”

Your hands grip his cock and begin to jerk him off firmly, spitting down on his tip to make it wet and messy. 

His tail, which you forgot about, slips lower down on your waist and lightly teases across your clit. 

“Oh,” your eyes move from his slackened jaw down to watch his soft tail slowly tap and rub across your swollen clit. 

Your cunt squeezes around his cock rhythmically as he teases your bundle of nerves until you’re rocking against him. His claws let go of your hips to wrap around your thighs, spreading you open until he can see his cock pounding into your drippy hole.  

His tail helps you lean back some so he can leverage his hips into rolling thrusts up into your pussy. Your hands shakily keep stroking his other cock,completely  covered in spit and precum. 

His tail smacks across your clit and your orgasm hits you hard. Your toes curl and spine arches as your cunt clenches down on his thick cock like a vice, milking him until it must hurt but he only groans in pleasure. Your hands go slack and he grabs them to toss over his broad shoulders. 

He presses his mouth right against your ear, low baritone making your cunt spasm and clench around his fat cock. 

“Gotta pull out, little human,” he chuckles when you whine, “mmm, I’ve got to cause if I cum in you, we’ll be mated. And you wouldn’t want that, would ya?”

Your nails dig into his shoulders hard enough to pierce his skin and he purrs, “Unless you want me to fill up this sexy little pussy and keep you forever.”

You bounce what little you can down onto his dick, hands moving up to his horns to grab onto them. Feeling cockdrunk and unhinged, you swivel your hips to fuck him harder, wanting everything he has to give.

“Wanna feel it,” you sigh as he sinks his sharp teeth into your shoulder, “fill me up, Leon.”

He growls, a loud inhuman sound that makes your skin crawl and a bolt of fear spike through the arousal. Instead of letting go, you grind down even harder, pussy feeling sore and sensitive. 

“You want me to cum inside you?” He sounds pained and when he tilts back up his skull face has morphed into the one he wore earlier that night.

“Uh huh,” you pant and bring up one of your hands to cradle his jaw, hips swiveling down to prevent him from pulling out, “or are you all talk?”

In a flash, he has your back on the couch as he pins you down in a mating press, legs pressed open wide by his clawed hands. 

He snaps his teeth in your face, “You don’t even know what it means to be bred, do you? I’ll have this fat cunt stuffed so full you’re dripping my seed for days. You’ll beg for it constantly, needing me to breed your cute little hole cause you feel so empty.”

You whine, hands coming up to wrap around his horns again, “Promise?”

He growls low in his throat and smashes your mouths together, his sharp teeth  cutting your bottom lip so the taste of blood flavors your kisses. 

“Promise,” he mutters against your mouth before licking up the blood tinging your lips. 

“Gonna mate you all the time,” he mumbles against you as he pistons his hips deep into your swollen pussy, “have you cumming on my cock until you can’t even think anymore.”

You moan and pull him back in for more sloppy kisses, “Please, please, Leon, cum in my pussy.”

His second cock’s weeping so much precum, your stomach is a sticky mess, but it just makes you squeeze down on the cock inside you even more. Leon has flipped some switch in your brain because you feel like you’ll die if he doesn’t spill inside you.

“You promised me both,” you pout, tears clinging to your lashes as his cock presses into your cervix, “promised to stuff me with both.”

He groans brokenly, hips shuddering as he bucks into you one last time, spilling his thick load deep into your cunt at the same time his other cock spurts rope after rope of hot thick cum all over your body, jizz shooting all the up to your chin. 

He groans like an animal you’ve never heard of as he dumps load after load into your pussy until it’s spilling out around his fat cock. 

“Mated,” he sounds happy as he sinks his teeth into your neck making you scream out.

He pulls back with bloody teeth and that’s the last thing you see before passing out. 

~*~*~*~

The warm slant of sunlight from the bedroom window shines into your eyes and you roll over with a grumble. You raise up quickly once you remembered where you were, only to see Leon lounging on the bed next to you eating a bowl of cereal as he watches the small portable tv on the dresser. 

“These movies are so dumb,” he scoffs, digging into your Count Chocula cereal, “they always go overboard on the transformations.” 

Your bleary eyes squint at the small screen and see what looks to be The Thing and you frown at him. Pushing yourself up, you slump against his side, body feeling overly sore (the same as your sensitive cunt). 

“That better not be the last of it,” you mumble against his arm, making him turn his bright eyes over to you. 

“No, but good morning, little mate,” he purrs, setting the bowl down on your nightstand so he can roll over on top of you to pin you down to the bed. 

You whimper and arch up into the soft kisses he presses against your neck. The blanket slips down to his waist as he grinds his cocks against your needy pussy. He eases the head of one of them inside your hole, making you sigh and wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Gotta fill you up again,” he chuckles, “sucking me in like I didn’t spend all night pounding this little pussy.”

“Leon,” you whine, nails scratching red lines down his back and making his hips thrust into you. 

He fucks you slow and soft, rutting into your pussy as his other cock is sandwiched between your thighs. 

“Perfect,” he sighs happily, “can’t wait to give you both.”

Eyes fluttering, you moan and pull him down fully on top of you, his heavy weight squishing you into the mattress. He growls and snaps his hips harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass makes you clench down on him. 

“First pussy I’ve ever got to creampie,” he coos against your ear, “so taboo to mate a human, but damn if I don’t love fucking this tight cunt. S’all mine now, I own this tight little pussy.”

His words wring your first orgasm of the day from your sore body, pussy walls fluttering as you cum around his fat cock. He moans low in his throat, hips rabbiting harder against you as he chases his own climax. 

His blunted human teeth bite down on your neck as he buries his cock as deep as he can in your pussy, pumping his load right against your cervix as his other cock spills wet and hot between your legs. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, clit pulsing as he stuffs you to the brim and paints your thighs white with his thick cum.  

He pulls away with a grunt and snuggles into your side. With a soft giggle, he nuzzles against the bite mark he left on your shoulder. 

“Can’t wait to show you off. Chris is gonna eat shit,” he crows in your ear before kissing your jaw. 

“Chris?” you tiredly ask, twisting to look at the top of Leon’s head. 

“Yeah he’s the asshole who scratched up my ribs. He’s a part of what you humans would call my pack,” he leans up to kiss you on the lips, “don’t worry, I’ll introduce you after you’re settled in.”

“What?” You frown. 

“I’ve got a place not too far from here,” he gushes, eyes shining excitedly, “you’re gonna love it. It overlooks the river and everything.”

“You have a house?” Your brain feels like it’s lagging behind. 

“Of course, silly,” he kisses your neck again, “you’ll come live with me. I’ll take care of you, never have to worry about a thing.”

“Quit my job and just move out here?”

“It’s not like you liked it anyway,” he rolls his eyes before climbing on top of you, pinning you down again. 

His cocks rub against your cunt making you whimper. 

“I’ll take such good care of you,” he murmurs before kissing you, strange tongue licking into your mouth. 

Whining, you suck on the thick muscle as he rocks against you, cunt oozing creamy slick and cum all over your thighs. 

“Keep you forever,” he groans, pulling back to prop his weight on his forearms, “got me addicted to this little human pussy already. Definitely not letting you go.”

A high pitched moan slips from your lips as he slips the head of both of his cocks into your cunt. 

“Mmm, can’t fit quite yet but we’ll get there,” he laughs, “let me just slip the tips in for now.”

Your thighs tremble as he rocks the first few inches of each cock into your used cunt. He relaxes on top of you, letting your pussy cockwarm his dicks as he bites and kisses at your neck. He moves up to kiss you, all wet and messy, making you whimper and cling to him. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re rocking against him, slowly fucking the heads of his cocks in and out of your stretched pussy.  He sighs and purrs into your kisses as he tongue fucks your mouth. You can feel as his teeth change against your lips, sharp points digging into the sensitive skin. 

He works you for what feels like hours, just slowly sinking inch by inch into your spasming hole. His precum and your slick have soaked your thighs all the way to the bedspread underneath. It’s a wet mess between your thighs, but all you can feel is the pleasurable pain of being too full. 

“Never had someone take both like this,” he rumbles happily, nosing against your jaw, “god, what a perfect fucking pussy. You’re taking me in so well, such a good fucking girl.”

You hiccup a whine at the praise, walls fluttering against the stretch of his dicks. 

“Yeah? Like being my good girl,” he nips at your earlobe, “you’re the best I’ve ever had, so fucking lucky. Can’t believe I own a slut who likes being DP’d.”

Your nails dig harshly into his back as your toes curl, his words making you burn hot all over. 

“Like that?” He mocks, “like that I own you and your pretty pussy?”

His tail slips between your bodies to spank your clit making you cry out and  rock against him harder. 

“Leon,” you slur out, tears slipping from your eyes due to overstimulation.

With a groan, he buries both cocks to the hilt inside of your clenching heat. Your pussy feels stretched to the limit, overwhelmed by the sheer size of both of his dicks. You gasp and mewl, feeling like you can’t breathe from being stuffed so full. 

“Shh, shhh, I’ve got you,” he kisses your cheek, “taking me so well. Tight little cunt just made for me, huh?”

Not able to think, you just babble out nonsensical words, feeling on the edge of another orgasm. It’s not going to take much to make you cum. 

“Aww did I fuck you stupid?” He laughs, “wet little pussy just can’t handle me can she?”

His tail smacks across your pudgy clit and your orgasm slams into you, making you squirt around his cocks, too spread open to clamp down as tight as usual. 

“Oh fuck me,” he hisses, grinding himself deeper, making you wail as you continue to gush around him. 

“Got your cute little pussy to squirt,” he moans excitedly, “fuck, that’s so hot.”

He growls and you watch as his eyes shine before his body shifts into that monstrous form you saw last night. He’s huge, caging you in with his skeletal and strangely jointed body. You whimper and move your hands up from digging into his shoulders to the horns coming out of the skull he’s wearing now. 

He pulls out only to bully his fat cocks back into your well used pussy. Eyes rolling back at the pleasure he’s wringing from your body, you moan and grip his horns tighter making him buck harder into you. A few more thrusts and you’re cumming again with a weak cry, pussy walls fluttering and milking Leon’s dicks. 

“My mate,” his distorted voice rumbles, hips fucking roughly into your spasming hole, “gonna breed your little pussy, fill you up with my hot cum.”

All you can do is mewl and whimper underneath his body, feeling as he fucks harder and harder into your cunt until he’s finally burying himself all the way inside. His tips knock and rub against your cervix which set off fireworks behind your eyes as you cum one last time. 

Hot thick spurts of cum shoot out and quickly stuff your pussy full. Your abdomen looks bloated from how much Leon’s pumping inside your body. He’s snarling against your neck as he humps your pussy, dumping load after load into you until it’s dripping out around his balls. 

You must black out cause the next thing you know, you’re leaning against Leon’s chest in the bath. Whimpering, you weakly grasp onto the hand he has trailing across your stomach. 

“Finally awake,” he chuffs against your hair, “how do you feel?”

“Sore,” you croak out, throat feeling scratchy. 

One of his hands clasps yours while the other slides across your hip to your swollen pussy. 

“Leon,” you whine, “I can’t.”

“Shhh,” he kisses the side of your head, “let me make you feel good, my perfect little mate.”

His fingers quickly tease and rub across your sensitive clit until you’re rocking your hips up with the motion. 

“There we go, good girl,” he sighs, “let me play with that cute pussy. Feels so good to have my fingers on your little clit, huh?”

“Mm hmm,” you arch back into his chest, thighs parted until they’re touching the sides of the bathtub. 

“Want me to slip inside? Want my cocks to stuff you full of cum again?”

Your body feels molten with the arousal pounding through your veins. He shifts and both cocks are pressed against your cunt between your thighs. 

“‘M always so hard around you,” he whines in your ear, “you smell too fucking good, wanna eat you up.”

You shudder as his sharp teeth press against your neck, fingers dipping into your cunt to trail back up and smear slick across your pudgy clit. 

“Come on, I know you can cum for me,” he kisses your neck softly. 

In next to no time, your thighs shake as an orgasm crests and sweeps through your tired body, making you tense all over before going totally limp against Leon’s body. 

“Good girl,” he purrs against your back, hands rubbing at your waist, “can’t wait to take you home.”

Humming, you relax, letting the warm bath lull you into a sleepy state. Leon goes off on a tangent about introducing you to everyone as soon as possible as well as moving you into his house. While you listen to him talk about your new home, you think to yourself that being mated to a monster like Leon isn’t the worst thing in the world. 

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[lincolndjarin]

Best Kept Secret

chapter twenty six : crucifixion

ao3 link ✿ series masterlist ✩ main masterlist ✧

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 12.7k

summary : judgement day.

warnings: major character death, above canon typical violence, very brief references to suicide, torture, body horror (briefly), feelings of despair, blood, wounds, general kodo grossness, vomit (reader vomits several times, it is never described in detail), language, angst, brief smut, pregnancy, death, reader is not doing well in this like she's at a breaking point, i may have missed some so feel free to let me know.

a/n: please read the warnings on this chap! it's the most serious of the bks updates, definitely a bit more intense than the rest. gonna work on getting 27 out within the next few day. i've been terrified of releasing this chapter since i started writing it so once i post this i'm going to dig a hole and sit in it and hide for a while lmao.

i changed my editing style so if there's spelling errors lmk!! apologies in advance!!

“My room is too big.” 

He bursts into genuine peals of laughter and you gently smack his arm.

“Don’t laugh, it’s a serious issue! My room is enormous.” You’re giggling along with him now, it’s the hardest you’ve ever heard him laugh. You both just laugh for a few minutes, as if each other's company is the most amusing thing in the world. 

Once your giggles fizzle out you wait another moment before breaking the silence. 

“Where did you grow up?” You can’t see him but you can sense where he sits in the darkness, you crawl forward so you’re sitting between his legs, your own legs wrap around his waist. “I’m just curious.” 

“Aq Vetina.” You can’t recall anything about the planet. You aren’t even sure you’ve heard of it. 

“Do you remember your parents well? You don’t talk about them very much.” You put your hands on his shoulders, ever so slowly moving them up to his neck until you’re cupping his face. 

“I’ll never forget them.” He whispers. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. We can’t change the past.” You rub your nose against his, bumping them together as you hum and nod. “My mother loved ships. We didn’t travel, we never had a reason to, but she would take me outside and we’d watch ships fly past. I could never comprehend how she knew the name for all of them, it blew my mind.” You wrap your arms around his neck, staying silent in hopes that he’ll continue, he so rarely speaks so much. “My father worked a lot but he always made time for us, he was always home in time to say goodnight to me. He was always around when I needed him, he always provided for us. On his day off he’d spend the whole day cooking, I’d sit on the kitchen counter and tell him what my mother and I had done that week. When she’d come home we’d all eat dinner together.” 

“You sound like you were a happy child.” You can’t help but smile. 

“I never had reason to be otherwise.” He says it so matter of factly that you don’t doubt it for a second. He was loved. It only makes you smile wider.         

“What were you like, as a child?”

“Well behaved.” You immediately begin laughing once more. 

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe it. My mother homeschooled me, she always made sure I had manners. I wasn’t particularly athletic or talkative so I didn’t play with other kids a lot. It was just me and mama.” He sounds far away, it makes you want to hold him close and never let him go.

“So what did you do all day?” Your tone has softened significantly. 

“I would sew.” 

“Be serious.” He’s the one who laughs now at the disbelief in your voice.

“I am! I would sit with my mother after my lessons and we’d sew.” His fingertips dance along the back of your neck as he reminisces. 

“What kinds of things?” You don’t tease. When you really think about it you suppose such a hobby is fitting for him. A task that requires precision and care. 

“I would help her make clothes and blankets that she would sell most days. On the weekends she’d let me do whatever I wanted so I would practice my embroidery.” 

“My heart is actually about to explode out of my chest, you’re so cute.” You put on a mocking tone but the thought of such a thing really does make your heart clench. “Little Din Djarin stitching his name into his clothes.”

“You’re a cruel woman.” He leans forward, knocking his forehead against yours, almost as if he were reprimanding you. 

“What sorts of things would you embroider?” Your tone goes back to genuine, you could listen to him talk about himself for days and you’d never get bored. 

“Whatever my mother wanted. I would ask her what I should do and then I’d stitch it onto her blanket or the hem of her skirt. Mostly flowers, she loved daisies.” You’re pretty sure one of your ovaries literally popped at the thought of a little boy with dark curls and big brown eyes sitting beside his mother and embroidering a daisy onto her skirt. Your heart flutters a bit as you think of the necklace he got you. The silver outline of a flower you now realize is a daisy. “If he was ever gone for more than one night for work my father would bring her daisies, one for each day he was away.”

“Do you still know how?”

“I used to fix Grogu’s clothes when he ripped them but I haven’t done much else since I was a boy. He says it with finality but you carry on, not wanting him to stop talking. 

“What were their names? Your parents?”

“Clara and Arin Djarin.”  

“Those are pretty names.”

“What was it like for you? You said you had seven siblings right?”

“Eight actually.” You think of them now. There were eight of you and your parents' love for all of you combined wasn’t even a tenth of how much Din’s parents loved him. 

“Do you like having a big family?” He lifts you off of his lap, laying you back down as he crawls on top of you, laying against your chest. 

“I love it. I miss my siblings everyday, do you think we’ll be able to visit them someday?”

“If it’s safe to, of course we will.” He tilts his head, if you weren’t in darkness he’d be looking at you. 

“I wish they had visited here. They would have loved you.”

“You think?”

“Are you kidding me? The younger ones would adore you.” You tangle your finger in his hair, scratching his scalp. “Kids just naturally like you.” 

“They just haven’t learned to fear me.” You frown when he says it like a fact.

“I think it’s more than that.”

“Yeah?” The hopeful tilt to his voice has you leaning down to press a kiss into his hair. 

“Kids are intuitive, they can sense that you’re a good person.” He tenses up as you tell him he’s a good person. You know exactly what he’s thinking about now, how he punched your husband and then refused to leave. 

Neither one of you wants to talk about that though, not today. 

“What kind of room would you want? Since your current room isn’t to your liking.” He’s quick to change the subject and you let him.

“In all honesty, I like the cabin, I wish we could just live there.” You run your fingers through his curls as you think about it, gently pulling through any tangles.

“My cabin?” His voice is full of uncertainty as he pulls back a bit.

“It’s nice.” You feel a bit defensive, you consider the cabin to be the closest thing you have to a home. “Can you imagine getting to stay on Naboo? We could spend our mornings walking the market.” You rest your hand on the back of his neck now. “We could get jobs in the city, and then at night we’d come home.” 

“To the cabin?” He still sounds rather skeptical of your hypothetical future. 

“I’d cook dinner, you’d do the chores.”

“The cabin’s a bit small for us.” 

“We’d make it a bit bigger, add a few bedrooms, we don’t need that much space.” 

“A few?” He turns his head, his lips brush against your collar briefly as he kisses you there, freezing up when you speak again. 

“At least two, one for us and then some for any little Djarin’s who might need space.” With that he sits up entirely, his legs straddle your stomach.

“Little Djarin’s?”

“And Grogu, he would come live with us as well.” 

“You’d want him to live with us?”

“Of course, he’s a little Djarin.” Your hands rest on his thighs now as he seemingly ponders above you. He hums to himself in silence for a moment and you can’t help but grin at how seriously he’s taking all of this. 

“How many?” He finally speaks again and you laugh at the bluntness of his question. 

“Kids?”

“How many would you want?”

“You go first.” You haven’t ever talked about this sort of thing so you want to gauge his answer first so you don’t scare him too much with all the kids talk. 

“Maybe five? Or six.”

“Six?” Your voice pitches up immediately and you feel a rumble in his chest as he laughs. 

“Or five.”

“How about two, counting Grogu.” Turns out you didn’t need to worry about scaring him off. 

“How about three?” Three is manageable. 

“Counting Grogu?” 

“Counting Grogu.” He seems satisfied with that. 

“I suppose we could have three, you’re the one who has to build all the extra bedrooms.” 

“I don’t mind.”

“I’d work at the library and you’d work in a shipyard, we’d take turns staying home with the kids.” You pull him back to you, taking his hands and dragging him to lay his head on your chest once more.

“I’ve got enough savings, neither one of us has to work if you’d like.” It sends a twinge of pain to your heart how real this conversation has become, knowing that this exact dream isn’t possible. 

You could always make parts of it real.

Someday. 

“I’d want to work, to get out of the house, but you could stay home if you’d like.”

“When they’re still ik’aad, at least for the first few years I’d want to be with them.” He’s going to be a wonderful father. 

“Then I’d work, not long hours, just enough to get me out of the house, when I come home I’d give you a break, you could do the shopping and I’d watch the little’s.” 

“We’d go as a family, I wouldn’t want ‘a break.’” 

“You’d want to wrangle three kids in the markets?” You scoff in disbelief but he continues to sound completely serious. 

“They’d be well behaved.” You seriously doubt that. 

“What about either one of us makes you think our children will be well behaved? Is Grogu well behaved?” 

“We’ll manage.”

“They’ll be wild.” They will, not they would. 

“And smart.” He sits up again, hovering above you to give you a quick kiss. 

“And happy.” There isn’t a doubt in your mind that your children would be happy with Din as their father. 

“You’d really want to live here? I could build us a house anywhere.”

“I like Naboo, at least everything outside of the castle. I don’t even mind the castle, I just don’t care for the people inside it.” It’s true, somewhere along the way this place grew on you immensely. You love the city and the people in it. “And they’d get to play in the garden.” 

“I would build you a cabin anywhere you wanted, and I’d plant you a new garden.” He kisses along your cheeks and forehead as he speaks. 

“You wouldn’t need to plant me a garden if we lived here.” You insist. 

“We can’t live here, mesh’la.” He rubs a small circle with his thumb against your cheek. “This is too serious now, we’re supposed to be relaxed today.”

“When did we agree on that?” You muster up a weak laugh. 

“It was a silent mutual agreement.”

“I’m plenty relaxed.” You mumble. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his stubble tickling you as you let out an airy giggle. 

“I’m actually very tense and I think we should take a break from all this talking and take care of that.” He mumbles against your shoulder.

“Oh?”

“Mhmm.” He emphasizes his point by pressing his erection against your hip, you hadn’t even realized that this is where he was going with that. 

“How long have you been waiting to jump me?”

“When we started talking about the five kids I was gonna put in you.” He continues to nip at your neck and shoulders as he speaks. 

“Skipping the agreed upon three and going straight to five already? You’re not even going to attempt to negotiate for four?” 

“So you’re open to four?” He pulls back and you can hear his smile. 

“Let’s start with one and go from there.”

“Right now?” His hips stutter down a bit against yours. 

“Maker, you’re insatiable.” You both burst into another fit of laughter. 

“What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“I could get pregnant, and considering the lack of sex I’ve had with my husband I’m sure that might raise a few eyebrows.” 

“It would never get to that point, when we’re in the clear with this whole Kodo mess I’m getting you out of here.”

“Like… actually leaving Naboo?” 

“Exactly like that. I’m gonna take you far away from here when this is over, gonna keep you all for myself.” His hands move down, giving your hips a squeeze. 

“I’m already yours.” You laughed, rolling over to be on top of him. He’s right, if you’re going to leave anyway then what’s the worst thing that could happen? 

You never talked about that night after that. 

When everything sorted itself out you realized how crazy your fear had made you. You couldn’t just leave. At least that’s what you’d told yourself, now you feel like an idiot for not holding him to his words. It wasn’t realistic, you both knew actually leaving would take so much more preparation than a few whispered ideas during a time where neither one of you was in any position to be making such promises. 

It was just talk.

Lysa came to get you from the dining room. 

After everyone left you had no motivation to move, you just stood there, frozen in time. After a few hours she found you, she had taken your hand and walked you back to your chambers. She held your hand, she kept you upright when you threatened to crumble. And when you felt a wave of nausea ripple through you she rushed you to the fresher, a hand on your back as you threw up all over again. 

You sat breathlessly on the tile, Lysa rubbing your back.

“Gods, I’ve been nauseous since the wedding. Even before everything fell apart.” It’s the first words you’ve spoken since they took Din, your stomach is still churning. “This has never happened before.” You groan, you’ve had many moments of upset throughout your life, but none that made you physically ill. Lysa looks almost painfully worried. 

“Ma’am… is there a chance you might be…” 

Kriff.

You never talked about that night after that. 

Maybe you should have. 

You both did a lot of things during those days. You had been so angry, and he had done everything in his power to ease that anger, to keep both of you as happy as someone could be in your situation. 

You shouldn’t have used that as an excuse to be reckless. 

“I’d like to go to bed.” 

“Of course.” She helps you to your feet, walking you back to your room, you turn to her one last time before you close the door. 

“I’m sorry. Elaine never should have gotten involved in all this.” You’d trade places with her in a heartbeat if you could. 

“It’s not your fault.” She truly seems to believe that. 

Except it is. Elaine never would have found herself in this situation if she hadn’t so often been helping the two of you keep your secret. 

“Goodnight, Lysa.” 

“Goodnight, princess.” 

You lay on the bed, unable to bring yourself to sleep in the closet. 

It’s cold. Colder than Hoth, as you stare at the ceiling in your far too big bed in your far too big room. Even bigger now that it’s just you. 

You let your hand roam down your torso to rest on your stomach.

Just you, hopefully. 

☆

You’re now having nightly dinners with Kodo. 

You don’t get any respite from him, you just want to stay in bed. You’re nauseous and tired and your head hasn’t stopped spinning since that night. A million thoughts a minute. 

Where is he?

Is he okay?

What the fuck can I do about it?

Mostly that. 

The worst part is your lack of a plan. If the roles were reversed Din would have already rescued you and you’d be living happily ever after. 

But that isn’t how your story is going. Instead you are alone, with no scheme on how to get to him. It’s only been three days but it’s driving you insane, you have never known such hopelessness, it’s maddening. To sit alone in your room all day, staring at the ceiling until Lysa comes to dress you for dinner. Neither one of you ever speaks, afterall, what would you say to each other?

“I’m sorry the love of your life had been sentenced to die?”

How morbid. 

Not that you’re above being morbid. 

You think about it often. How easy it would be to drive your dinner knife into Kodo’s throat. You’re seated beside him now at dinner, both of you at the head of the table, joined by the rest of his family. 

The thought of killing him is the only thing that brings you peace these days. You’ve never once in your life been violent until now. Din is good. He’s a good man. In every way he is the opposite of your husband yet Din is the one locked away, Maker knows where, while Kodo is being rewarded. 

It doesn’t make you mad, it makes you furious. 

It makes you want to poison his wine. 

But you don’t have poison. 

And you can’t put yourself in danger. Because you feel fundamentally different, and even if you refuse to think that such a thing is possible you know you wouldn’t just be putting yourself in danger. There’s more at stake now. 

That’s what you tell yourself to stay calm, a feat that is getting harder by the minute as you’re sat beside Kodo who is currently bragging about how he defeated a Mandalorian. 

“They aren’t as strong as you think they are. Under the armor they’re weak, pathetic.” 

It took six battle droids to keep him down. You didn’t even get near him. 

“Some people just need to be taught a lesson, don’t touch what isn’t yours.” He sneers and the rest of the table erupts into laughter. “I certainly taught that horned bitch a lesson as well, you all should have seen what they brought me last night.” 

You perk up, this is the only thing they’ve said in days that truly matters to you. You’ve heard nothing about the current state of either of them until now. 

“What did they do to Elaine?” Everyone’s head turns to you, all their expressions look as if you’ve announced something treasonous but Kodo smiles as if he were explaining something to a child. 

“She was properly punished, the way someone who observed such a crime with no intervention should be.” He puts his hand over yours when he says it. 

You don’t ask for any follow up. 

You don’t think you could stomach it, so you stay silent for the rest of your meal. When you’re finished you stand, the rest of the table is starting to pour more drinks but you simply lean down, mumbling something about being tired before giving Kodo a quick kiss on the cheek and dismissing yourself. 

You’re waiting for the night where he joins you in your chambers, after all his father is dead, but it has yet to happen. He had told you that once he was king he would be in need of heirs but he seems happy enough with his pleasure houses and you’re more than grateful for the women you entertain him so you don’t have to. 

So you return to your chambers alone, peeling off your gown before burying yourself under the covers. 

Sleep evades you as you toss and turn. You aren’t even tired, there’s too much going on in your mind, there’s no room for exhaustion. After about an hour you manage to drift in and out of unconsciousness, earning a brief reprieve from your anxieties until a sharp knocking has you jolting upright. 

You don your robe, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you rush to the door, you’re too tired to wonder who might even be bothering you at such an hour as you pull the door open. 

Lysa?

“We have to hurry, ma’am.” She grabs your arm, frantically tugging you into the hall. 

“Lysa? What are you doing? Are you okay?” 

“I am fine, but we don’t have much time.”

“Surely you have enough to tell me where we are going.” 

“Do you want to see him or not?” 

Din.

You nod, taking her hand as he rushes onward, stopping at each hall to peer around the corners until you make your way to a servants stairwell, skipping several steps in your descent until you run out of stairs. You’ve never been down here, you didn’t even know there were dungeons until recently. 

It makes your stomach twist in knots the moment you stare into the darkness. 

“Are there no guards?” You whisper, squeezing her hand.

“Not for the next hour, I’ve made sure of it.” She begins walking down the poorly lit corridor, pulling you along behind her. 

The stone floor is damp and it smells of mildew. Your bare feet are already freezing after just a few steps.

Every cell you pass is lit from the outside with a hanging lantern, they’re mostly empty, but you catch glimpses of movement out of the corner of your eye every now and then. In all honesty you’re doing your best to take in as little as possible, you don’t want to think about Din being down here in such a place, but there’s one element you can’t ignore. 

The wailing. 

Someone is weeping, a low, sorrowful song filling the vast maze of halls and you realize quickly you’re heading in its direction, Lysa tenses beside you as you continue on. You’re about to turn one more corner when she abruptly stops, turning to face you.

“He needs to eat.” She removes a fistful of rations from her apron pocket, shoving them into your hands. 

“He hasn’t?” He’s been down here for three days. 

“He won’t… let me.” You pause, cocking your head to the side and she gives you an apologetic look when she turns. “He won’t let me uncover his face.”

Oh. 

“I’ll feed him.” You nod slowly, tucking them into your own pockets before turning the corner. The contents of the cell immediately on your right have you stumbling backwards but Lysa is not swayed, pulling a key from her pocket, unlocking the door quickly before handing it to you. 

“He’s two cells down, on your right.” She doesn’t look at you as she rushes in, pulling a roll of bandages from her dress. “Shh… it’s okay, I’m here.” Her voice goes soft as she kneels beside Elaine. You can’t help it as you step into the entryway of the cell. 

Well, you’ve found the source of the wailing. 

She’s sat on a cot, curled in on herself as Lysa carefully peels back a series of soiled bandages from her face. 

��I’ve got you, it’s just me.” She continues to make an attempt to sooth a rather hysterical Elaine as she peels back the final layer of bandages and your stomach flips. “You’re okay, love, I need to change these.” You don’t know how Lysa is so calm, even in the darkness you can see the extent of her wounds. Now you know what they brought Kodo last night.  

Both eyes. 

“She was properly punished, the way someone who observed such a crime with no intervention should be.” 

Oh gods. 

You’re worried you may collapse as you watch Lysa tend to her with no hesitation, cleaning them with a careful hand before she begins to redress them. You can’t bear to watch any longer as Elaine begins sobbing once more. You try desperately to force the sight of your mutilated friend from your mind as you count down two more cells before quickly fumbling for the lock, letting it hit the floor as you take the lantern outside the door off its hook, bringing it into the dark room. 

It isn’t like Elaine’s cell. 

There’s no bed or interior light, it’s terribly dark and fetid, his cell running deeper than her’s. It takes a few steps for you to finally illuminate the room enough to see him. 

Maker. 

What have they done to your Din? 

You don’t hear Elaine anymore, there isn't a single thing that could distract you from the scene in front of you. There is nothing but the sight of your kar’ta. There’s too much for you to worry about, you don’t even know where to start, you’re frozen in place, a small part of your brain refuses to recognize the man before you as Din at all. He shouldn’t look like this. 

Armorless. 

They’ve stripped him of any clothing you recognize, the thought alone makes you nearly lose your dinner. 

They took his helmet, replacing it with a linen sack.  

Did they see his face?

You briefly have to shut your eyes, taking a deep breath as you take in the rest of him. His clothes are too thin, he must be freezing, they’ve dressed him in a cotton tunic and trousers that end just below the knee. You can see just how beaten and bruised he is. Unlike Elaine he’s in chains, kneeling on the floor with his hands shackled, taut above his head. You swallow the lump in your throat and finally crouch down in front of him, setting the lantern down beside you as you reach out to place a hand on his chest.

“Din…” Your voice cracks and the moment you come in contact with him he flinches back. Suddenly you know how Lysa held it together so well with Elaine, she just had to. You can’t fall apart, who would care for him now if you did? “It’s me, just me. Just me.” You whisper and place a hand over his heart but withdraw it quickly when he trembles under your touch. You ache at the sight of it but more than anything you’re confused, it only takes a moment for you to realize the issue. 

He doesn’t have his helmet. They’ve not only left him here blind, but deaf, of course any touch would frighten him. 

He assumes you're here to harm him. 

You lean in, careful not to come in contact with him as you speak clearly and loudly. 

“Din?” His trembling stops instantly. You find it a bit troublesome how much worse his hearing seems to have gotten in such a short time, you’re half tempted to reach under the bag to make sure he still has his ears. 

“Sarad?” Oh, Din. His voice is terribly small and it sends you forward, wrapping your arms around him as you pull him into an unreciprocated embrace. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You make sure to speak loud enough for him before pulling back, placing your hands against the fabric covering his face. 

“Are you okay?” He coughs a bit as he asks and you almost laugh at how ridiculous the question is considering the state he’s in. Are you okay? 

Technically no. 

But far better than he’s doing. 

“I’m perfectly fine, what can I do for you? Are you hurting?” You feel his face through the bag as you look down across his body. It doesn’t look like there’s been any permanent damage outside of a pretty nasty cut on one of his legs. 

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Now’s not the time to play the hero, Din.” He flinches a little and you calm your tone immediately. What the hell did they do to him? “Just let me help.”

“How’d you get down here?” 

“Lysa, she says you aren’t eating.” 

“She’d have to lift my- the bag to do it.” He sounds apologetic, as if you could ever fault him for following his creed. 

“It’s okay… may I?” You bring your hands to the hem of the bag but his head turns sharply.

“I- I don’t want you to look.” 

You have no response. He’s always wanted you to look. 

“I just, I don’t think you wanna see the condition I’m in. I don’t want your only memories of my face to be this.” He whispers when you don’t respond.

You should have looked when he asked you to. You should have done a lot of things differently. 

You shouldn’t have waited so long to look. 

You shouldn't have waited so long to tell him you loved him. 

You should have just let yourself love him. Why did you fight it for so long? It seems silly now. If you could do it all again you would have just taken his helmet off the first night you met him and you would have married him right then and there. You would have left Naboo that night.

And you would never keep any of it from him. You would tell him how important he is and how loved he is, you wouldn’t make him wait. 

Even now you can’t help it though, censoring yourself out of fear. Do you tell him about how nauseous you get every morning? About the way Lysa stares at your belly when she does your makeup? 

No. 

It wouldn’t do either of you any good, not when he’s in this situation. 

You take hold of the edges of the bag once more, gentler this time. 

“I’ll close my eyes.” You lift the fabric completely off of him, setting it in your lap as you simultaneously shut your eyes. You keep one hand on his face, using your thumb to find the corner of his mouth as your other hand fumbles to open a ration bar. You feel him part his lips as you feed him. He’s barely chewing, eating quickly and swallowing most of it whole. “Have they fed you at all?” You whisper as he finishes the first bar in a matter of seconds, his teeth lightly scraping against your fingers before you withdraw them, tearing open another bar.

“No.” His voice is still soft as you go to feed him once more, opening each package until he’s eaten them all. 

“Are you still hungry? I could see if Lysa has more.” 

“I’m okay.” You let your head fall forward, resting your forehead on his. 

“What else can I do for you?” 

“Nothing. Being here is enough.” 

If you had felt helpless before it was nothing compared to this. This is more than helplessness, it’s despair. 

“I’m sorry.” You pull yourself further into his lap, wrapping your arms around him in the process. 

“Hey… none of this is your fault.” It certainly feels like it is. Why does he keep comforting you when he’s the one shivering and alone down here? 

“Please, there has to be something I can do to help you.” 

“There is one thing.” You almost open your eyes, you're so relieved, you just want to ease his pain. 

“Anything. I’ll do anything.” 

“I need you to promise me you won’t look.”

“Won’t look?” Your eyes are already closed, you couldn’t look any less if you tried. 

“When they do it. I don’t want you to see it- it won’t be pretty.”

When they separate his head from his body. 

“I won’t.” You can’t deny him this, you’ll give him anything he wants. “Do you know how much I love you?” You whisper before leaning forward another inch to kiss him. 

The question is genuine. It terrifies you to your core to think that he may not know just how much you love him. 

“Of course sarad.” He murmurs against your lips until you let your head rest on his shoulder, fighting back tears. 

What do you say now?

What do you say to a man condemned to death? 

“I love you.” You mumble into the thin fabric of his tunic. 

“I love you too.” After a moment more with him you hear metal jingling as Lysa locks Elaine's cell once more. You quickly pull back from him, pulling the bag back over his head, once you know he can’t see you anymore the tears flow freely. Lysa steps into the cell and you remove your robe, wrapping it around him, immediately he begins to protest. 

“Mesh’la, you can’t leave this here.” His voice is strained and it makes you sick to think he started crying once he was out of sight as well. 

“Please, y-you’re gonna freeze.”

“They’ll know you were here, sarad’ika.” 

“Din…” You’re practically babbling as Lysa removes your robe from his shoulders, an apologetic look on her face as she grabs your arm. 

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but we need to go.” Tears sting your eyes as Lysa urges you to hurry but you don’t want to leave him, you want to stay, no matter the consequence. You pull away from her, wrapping your arms around his torso. 

“You need to go.” His voice is urgent through the fabric as you cling to him tighter. 

Would it be easier to just stay? Get caught and join him at the executioners? You’re genuinely considering it when you feel your stomach churn once more and you’re reminded of the exact reason why you can’t stay. Before you lose your nerve and shatter completely you lift the bag, just enough to give you an eyeful of his split lip and bruised jaw as you gently lean in and kiss him one more time. 

Doing everything in your power to remember exactly what it feels like.

The curve of his lips and the shape of his chin, the overgrown stubble brushing against your skin as you press your face harder against his, desperation taking over as you taste salt on his lips. You hold him as long as you can, until you hear Lysa urging you to make haste once more. 

“I love you.” You press your forehead to his through the fabric, feeling the familiar shape of his face against yours. 

“I’ll always be yours.” 

That was the last thing he was able to say before you let Lysa drag you out of the dungeons. 

☆

It’s like everythings suddenly back to the beginning. 

You wake up alone, you go to bed alone, and you wander the castle alone.

There is no plotting or scheming to free Din. 

Even if you were a trained killer or bounty hunter, it would be more than difficult to get him out of the dungeon and on a ship off Naboo. It would be even harder to do so when you’re one of the most recognizable people on the planet. 

He is buried deep beneath the ground and there is nothing you can do about it. 

After all, you're just a doll. 

You don’t know when it happened but all your clothes are blue again. Every dress Lysa fetches from the closet is a different shade of blue and all your nightgowns are the color of the sky. A personal brand put on you by Kodo. It’s clearly more than just a preference now, it’s a reminder to you and everyone else that you’re his. 

And time blends. 

You know a date was set right around the time you visited him. One week until Kodo’s coronation and two until the execution. His first public event after being crowned king will be a death sentence, how fitting. 

So you wake. 

And you sleep. 

And you walk. 

Kodo never replaces Din and you haven’t seen Leo since that night, so you’re completely alone. It’s like he’s rubbing in the fact that you’re powerless. There’s no need for you to have a guard, you can’t leave. If you tried you’d be escorted back in an instant. 

You tried to convince Lysa to let you see him again last night. 

“Please, just a few minutes-“

“I’m sorry ma’am, it’s just not possible. The only reason I was able to get you down there the first time was because the guard that usually lets me in was working nights, he won’t be working nights again until next month.”

Din won’t live to see next month. 

“Is he eating?”

“He won’t let me-“

“You need to insist. Tell him I insist, and tell him you’ll close your eyes.” 

She pins back a bit of your hair, leaving half up and half down. You both bask in the silence for a moment.

“I’ll make sure he eats.”

“Thank you.”

That had been the last conversation you had with Lysa. 

She doesn’t come to dress you in the morning. You think nothing of it and dress yourself in the gown she’d laid out last night. It’s a bit difficult, putting your coronation gown on on your own but eventually you manage, when you’re fully dressed in the obscenely decadent blue fabric you begin to worry. 

You have no reason to assume that everything is fine. It would actually make sense for this to be a worst case scenario situation, everything else in your life is right now. 

You’re about to leave in search of her but you decide against it. Sitting at the vanity and doing your makeup as quickly as possible, the last thing you need to do right now is give Kodo a reason to be upset with you, you have to be presentable. You smear the shimmering blue eyeshadow across your lids before rushing out of your room. 

The halls are full. Servants move quickly from room to room, cleaning every inch as you carefully push through the crowds, making a beeline towards the dining room. 

Kodo is seething when you push open the large doors. 

He stands at the end of the table, shoving an armored guard as the veins in his neck jut out in his rage. 

“Where could she have possibly gone? She’s blind. You’re telling me some blind bitch outsmarted my entire guard?” 

Your heart flutters at the thought.

They escaped.

Your hope is shattered the moment Kodo begins speaking again.

“At least we still have the Mandalorian… I want security tripled, guards stationed outside his cell at all times.” He continues grumbling for a moment until he realizes you’re there. “Happy coronation day dear wife! I’m afraid we’ve had a rough morning here, somehow in the night the Togruta girl escaped, do not fret, we’ll find her.” 

God's you hope not.

Even if things are worse than ever regarding Din there is one flicker of light in that darkness. Lysa got Elaine out. Knowing that almost puts you at ease.

“Happy coronation day.” You actually manage a smile when you look at your husband, it’s weak but it’s genuine. You want to be mad that they didn’t help Din escape but you just can’t be. You know they most likely tried but if the roles had been reversed and you could only get one of them out you wouldn’t hesitate. 

So there is no animosity. Just a flicker of happiness for them.

They got out.

☆

You were under the impression that a coronation was a happy event. Yet when you step out onto the castle steps it seems to be quite the opposite. 

They look miserable. 

All of their faces are sullen and dejected. How shocking, no one is excited about Kodo being crowned king. He didn’t have any of the outside of the castle decorated or made presentable in any way. No one reacts when Kodo reads from an ancient looking book until a crown is placed on his head. 

A moment afterwards you’re instructed to kneel and a tiara is placed onto your head. 

The audience is silent and you feel shame when you stare out at them.

Even if you don’t have very much power you still feel as if you’ve failed them. The feeling follows you when you’re directed to the dining hall with Kodo.

“I have a couple gifts for you, wife.” His twisted smile makes your stomach turn as you enter the dining hall, now decorated with blue and gray banners.  

“A gift? You shouldn’t have, my king, I- I didn’t get you anything.” You feign remorse as you take a sip of the wine in front of you on instinct before spitting it back up into the cup. 

“That’s more than okay, you’re my gift, sweet wife, all mine.” The thought of such a thing makes you sick, you smile despite yourself. 

“That’s very kind.” You’ll only ever be Din’s. No amount of blue fabric and faux smiles can change that. He snaps his fingers and a large box is brought to you by a servant, they set it directly in front of you on the table. You look at Kodo who nods, sitting back in his chair as you stand, the box is wrapped in checkered blue paper, a large bow adorning the top. Your hands tremble a bit as you take hold of the edges of the ribbon, tugging on them until the bow slips free, much to your surprise the entire box falls open, the sides collapsing giving you an immediate view of the contents. 

The silver, shimmering contents. 

Din’s helmet. 

Polished like new, it sits before you, and the room suddenly empties. It’s as if you are completely alone, despite all the eyes that are most definitely pinned on you right now. Your hands continue to shake as your fingers wrap around the beskar steel, like you would when you held Din’s face, lifting it to glare into the visor. 

Empty. 

You can’t help but stare at your own emptiness reflected back at you. 

You want to hold it close, press it to your forehead but you’re snapped back to reality by the grating sound of Kodo’s voice breaking you from your focus on the helm between your hands. 

“That’s only one of your presents, open the next one.” He hisses gleefully. 

You set the helmet down, realizing there was another, much smaller box underneath it. Silently you scoop it up and cradle it in your hands. It’s a larger than a ring box, it just barely fits in your palm as you ever so gently open it, swinging the top open as if it were a tiny treasure chest.              

Huh.

It takes a moment.

You aren’t exactly sure what it is you’re looking at at first but when it registers your entire body tenses up, your grip tightening on the gift box. 

Bloody and pink, a tongue. 

Of course you know better than to assume Kodo would give you any old tongue. This is a special someone’s tongue. 

No, no, no, no, no. 

You had loved his tongue before anything else.

He can’t do this, he cannot do this to you.

You had fallen for his sharp wit first, it was what drew you into him. His sweet words had won you back, his declaration of devotion.

Now you hold all of that in the palm of your hand. 

“What do we say?” His nasally voice breaks through your mental anguish. 

No.

“Come on, where are your manners?”

Please. 

“Thank you.” Your whisper is nearly silent as you struggle to keep down the scream bubbling in your throat.

“What was that?” 

You clear your throat. 

“Thank you.” 

He makes you take it with you. You don’t bother telling him you won’t be attending the coronation ball in a few minutes, it’s not like you’ll be missed. 

In one arm you’re cradling his helmet, in the other the little blue box. 

You set each one down carefully onto the bed, even if it’s a bit demented these are the only parts of him you have left. You stare at the little box. 

You have never been hateful. 

Kodo made you into this. You are full of hate, for most things at this point. You hate your husband, you hate your room, and most of all you hate the little blue box on the bed. 

And the music starts. 

It must be deafening in the hall for you to hear it from your room but it’s there, loud and demanding of your attention. 

You’re moving before you even have a chance to think about it, in a few quick strides you’re standing beside the vanity, your hands gripping the top of the mirror as you pull it down in one swift motion, the contents spill everywhere and the glass shatters in an instant, shards splattering the floor but you take no time to process it. 

You move on to the next thing.

You yank each drawer from the dresser, throwing them to the floor, clothes strewn about until it’s light enough for you to push the entire dresser over. In your frenzy you go about the room toppling every stupid fucking table over. So many fucking end tables in  one room, and you throw everyone to the floor, trinkets and vases clattering to the ground as you destroy the room. You get a rush of adrenaline as you lift one of your nightstands and throw it against the wall leaving a small dent but more importantly the force of it makes anything hanging on the wall tumble to the floor, glass frames shatter. 

Your chest heaves as you stare at the carnage.  

And it isn’t enough.

Your face is wet with tears and your hands with blood from cuts you didn’t feel upon your skin as you tear open the closet door, the pile of blankets mock you from the floor, you grab them, your vision now blurry with tears as you pull them out of the closet, throwing them onto your bedroom floor. When you return to the closet you’re in a frenzy, you tear at the fabric before you, yanking each and every dress off their hangers, ripping what you can.

There is nothing else for you to do, so you destroy everything you can get your hands on until the only thing left untouched is your bed, left in pristine condition as you let out a small sob. 

Maybe you are a hateful person now. 

You feel as though you have every right to be at this point. 

You step over the shard of glass, giving your bloody hands a glance before wiping them on your gown.

Happy coronation day. 

You sit on the bed, your trembling fingers wrap around the helmet, now that you’re alone you waste no time to hold it against you face, until your body just gives up, too tired to stay awake anymore.

☆

A guard wakes you in the morning, knocking on your door, when you answer it they tell you Kodo requires your presence in his chambers.

You dress in a blue gown that you don’t look too closely at. Stopping at the fresher on the way, rinsing the dried gore from your palms, wincing as you clean your wounds. None of which seem too deep. 

You want to cut Kodo’s tongue out, to make him feel it. But you know that sort of thing would be an impossible task. So you daydream about it as you walk. You’re more than displeased when you open the door and are greeted by Leodall. You hadn’t seen him since that night and from the looks of it he wasn’t expecting you. He swallows loudly when you step inside Kodo’s room.

Normally you’d be curious, you’d probably take a look around but your eyes refuse to focus on anything but Leo as you scowl at him. 

“Why’d you do it?” You don’t hesitate to ask, you have no idea how quickly Kodo will be joining you. 

He simply stares at you, shame apparent on his face.

“You owe me an explanation at the very least.” You cross your arms in front of your chest as he clears his throat. 

“I thought he’d reward me.”

You laugh. A harsh dry sound 

“What could he have possibly given you that you couldn’t have just asked me for?” Your gaze never softens and you’re practically seeing red as you stare at him.

“I thought he’d give me a lordship.” 

You can’t help it as another crisp and pained laugh slips past your lips. 

“You thought Kodo would raise your status? I thought you were supposed to be smart.” Is he an idiot? “He doesn’t see servants as people, if you wanted such a thing you could have asked me, maybe I could have done something.” 

A glimmer of something similar to hope flashes through his eyes. 

“Would you- would you consider doing so now?”

“You cannot be serious-” Your expression goes from fury to disbelief as you stand. 

“It seemed worth asking.” He puts his hands up defensively as you storm up to him, poking a finger into his face. 

“You slimy little weasel, it should be you on the chopping block, not him. If it were up to me I’d have them put your head on a spike.” The words pour out of you like venom. 

“I would be nicer to me if I were you.” He sneers and your incredulity only grows. You can’t help it, you scoff in his face. 

“I would rather die.” A part of you really means it. 

“You might if you aren’t careful, I saved your life by letting Elaine and your Mandalorian take the fall, I could have told the king that you were a willing participant. I saw the two of you together, I read your little rules. He never forced himself on you. I wonder what Kodo might think about that.” You aren’t a fighter, you’ve never so much as thrown a punch in your life but you grab him by the collar of his shirt and slam him into the wall, the back of his head hits the stone and you don’t feel an ounce of remorse as you do so. 

“Do it.” You tilt your head to the side, almost as if you’re taunting him. “Tell him.” Any of the confidence he briefly had is gone in an instant. “The moment you do I’ll tell him that you’re covering your tracks, and that you made a pass at me. I wonder how Kodo would reward you for trying to touch what’s his?” Leo’s head turns as you both hear Kodo’s piercing voice in the hall. You release your grip on his shirt, brushing off your gown as you turn towards the door. Kodo and three others make their way into the room as Leo coughs behind you. 

“Dear wife, I have another gift for you.” He takes a step to the side, gesturing at a line of three people you don’t give so much as a glance. He doesn’t even seem to notice the obvious tension in the room. “A new staff!”

“I don’t need a new staff, I’m fine on my own.” You abandon the pleasantries. You’re in such a state of upset right now, what's the point? 

“You’re the queen now, staff is required. These three will replace the ones you've lost in a week, until then Leodall will be training them intensively to tend to your every need. Two guards will also be assigned to you but I promise they will be much less loathsome than your Mandalorian.”

All five of them will be trained to keep an eye on you. To report back to Kodo, after everything with Din you should have known he’d keep you on a shorter leash. 

You barely look at them. 

You hate them. 

You shouldn’t, they’ve done nothing wrong, but you hate them. 

You give each one a quick up and down, naming them in your mind. 

A BD-3000 droid commands the most authority just based on how she stands so you mentally note her as Elaine's replacement. You’ll call her new Elaine. 

New Lysa is a pasty young blonde woman with rosy cheeks. You truly wonder how well informed she has been on your circumstance. She’s smiling from ear to ear and seemingly couldn’t be happier to be here. 

And new Leo is somehow even more nervous looking than actual Leo, practically shaking like a leaf at the sight of you. The bags under his eyes are worse than your own. A lanky thing with messy brown hair. 

There’s no reason for you to fight this, Kodo always gets his way so why bother. So you nod. You don’t pretend to be grateful this time, instead you shove your way past all of them, content to return to your room and never leave. 

☆

The morning of the execution comes before you’re ready for it. 

Of course you didn’t sleep last night, how could you?

You dress yourself, apparently your new staff isn’t starting until tomorrow, not that you mind another day to yourself. You manage to find something that isn’t blue, a gray dress trimmed with gold, the closest thing you’ll find to funeral attire. No one else will dress with any respect for him but they can’t stop you. Your vanity is destroyed so you don’t bother with your hair or your makeup, you simply don’t care enough. 

For the most part you feel nothing when you open the door, only emptiness until you look down. 

Someone left you a small vase of flowers. 

You pick them up, taking a closer look but your heart skips a beat when you do so.

Daisies. 

After a few short breaths you throw the vase into the wall across from your door, tiny shards of porcelain fly everywhere as two servants at the end of the hall give you a look of horror. Your shoes crunch over the remains of it as you make your way down the hall and to the entryway of the castle. 

Kodo insists that the two of you get to see him first. 

You’re sweating wildly out on the steps as you wait.

Long before you’re ready for it they bring him out. 

A shivering skeleton of a man with a linen bag over his head, immediately bile rises in your throat. Kodo is grinning ear to ear when his legs are kicked out from under him and he’s forced to kneel.

Kodo himself reaches forward and tears the bag off, too excited for any decorum or finesse. 

You gasp as you stare down at the broken man before you.

In all honesty he isn’t at all what you envisioned. 

His eyes verge on being hazel; they're such a light brown. You’d always pictured them to be nearly black. It doesn’t matter what color they are though, when you see the tears forming in his lash line you flinch, clutching the ring on your necklace to silently let him know silently just how much he means to you. 

He’s a mess. 

You don’t like looking at what those weeks in the dungeons did to him and the last thing you need to do right now is empty your stomach on the palace steps. 

He’s too thin. Far, far, too thin, it’s like his entire being has shrunk down. He’s hollow.

Your breath hitches when Kodo grabs a fistful of his dark hair, forcing him to turn and stare at the crowd. They must have cut it while he was down there it’s a mess, jagged edges and shorter than you’re used to. 

“This man has committed an act of treason against the crown.” His voice is loud and booming as the city goes quiet. “For such a crime he shall face the proper punishment.” He yanks him downawards, you watch in horror as Din’s head hits the stone, an incoherent mess of sounds pour from his bloody mouth and you have to look away. 

He didn’t want you to look.

You remind yourself to try and calm your breathing. You can hear the scuffle as they drag him to the guillotine, placing his neck into the wooden divot, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest as you turn to look. His eyes are everywhere but on you as he looks at the people around him, desperately pleading for his life. Not a single person so much as glances at him, afterall, it’s just nonsense, no one can understand him without a tongue. 

You can’t stand it, you almost cover your ears but you manage to resist as Kodo puts an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. 

“You’re welcome, sweet wife.” He whispers, his breath hot and wet against your ear. 

Fuck it. 

You don’t suppress the shudder in your spine as you shoot him a look of disgust. In a matter of moments everything you care about will be gone, why pretend any longer.

A bellowing chime plays from a nearby clock tower and you know it’s time, you straighten up as you stare at the guillotine in abject horror. 

This is it. 

Your chest rises and falls in sharp short bursts as everyone prepares themselves, a hush forming among the crowd on the street. 

And it begins, a chain reaction that you cannot stop now that the executioner has his ax raised above his head.

You had expected more. More time.

A part of you thought that time would slow, that you’d have a chance to stop it. 

But no. 

There is no epic fairy tale moment where the sun glimmers off of the blade and the executioner raises his ax, giving you this perfect moment to run to him, to shield him from the inevitable, to beg them to take you with him. 

That moment never comes. 

You barely have enough time to close your eyes like you promised him. In one unbroken motion the rope is cut, the blade falls and boom. 

Just like that, he’s gone. 

When you hear the metal slicing through the air you squeeze your eyes shut, hearing only the wet crunch as it cuts through flesh and bone. A soft, squishy thud when his head hits the stone. 

In fashion with your decision to no longer hide your disgust from Kodo you vomit. Bending down you puke onto the stones, spraying your own, and Kodo’s feet. The triumphant smile on his face vanishes as he realizes what’s happened. You wipe your mouth on the back of your hand, refusing to look at Din’s limp body as you give Kodo one last look of detestation before turning around and running back into the castle, not caring what anyone thinks anymore.

The moment you’re inside the reality of it all settles in as you feel tears falling wildly as you run up the steps to your room.

☆

You have been good, and kind, and in return the maker rewarded you by killing the love of your life. 

So when you stand in the center of your demolished room you do the only thing your body can do at this point. 

You scream. 

From deep within your stomach, you scream, loud and raw. 

If anything was left unbroken in your room you’d be throwing it at the wall. But there’s nothing so you scream. 

You shriek.

You howl. 

And you wail.

You scream until there is no more noise. Your voice, like the rest of you, gives up. 

You aren’t sure how late it is when you finally stop. You’re tired and it’s dark outside and your throat is raw. 

And you lay on the floor. Because the bed is too big, and too cold, and the closet is so empty. So the only place left to sleep is there. You lay on the floor with no more tears to cry and no more sounds to scream as you stare at your bed, only from this angle can you see a rectangular shape under your bed frame. 

You wipe your nose with a stray piece of fabric before slowly crawling over to it, you sit on the floor and when you retrieve the item a brand new lump forms in your throat as you stare down at the box Din had bought all those days ago at the market. 

Your failsafe. 

With quivering hands you open it, staring into the small space containing a mess of items but what catches your eye is a piece of folded paper with your name on it. You take it between your fingers, opening it, careful to not let your tears fall onto it. 

Sarad’ika,

If you’re reading this then I’m afraid things aren’t going all that well for me. There are plenty of possible reasons as to why I’m no longer with you, but what’s important is that I plan on doing everything in my power to get back to you. There is only one thing in the galaxy that could keep me from your side, and if that is my fate then this box will ensure you’re taken care of. 

The most important thing is for you to get off this planet. I have included a few possible plans for you, do what you have to to survive. Elaine will help you escape. 

You can seek out Greef Karga on Nevarro. Tell him Din Djarin sent you, tell him what’s happened and he will see to it that you are cared for. Explain our circumstances and I am certain he will provide you with safe lodging. 

Tatooine is also an option. You’ll find a Mandalorian there by the name of Boba Fett, he will not turn you away. You will be protected there, if you need to relocate for some reason after that he will help you locate the Mandalorian convert. Show the Mandalorians your ring and you will be cared for the rest of your life, the convert will protect you. 

As an absolute last resort there is a planet located in the Outer Ring called Ossus. There is a school there, taught by a man named Luke Skywalker. I doubt he would be eager to take you in but you must insist. Bring the chainmail, they’ll know who sent you. Take care of each other. 

In this box you will find enough credits to get you off planet and take care of you for several months, a year if you’re frugal, I suggest you take a few jewelry pieces to pawn off for extra credits as well. You will find a small chainmail shirt, and a necklace of mine. 

And lastly you will find your vibroblade. 

Protect yourself. You’re strong, and more than capable of doing so.

I have one request for you, please, I will only ask this one thing of you. 

Be smart. 

You are the smartest and kindest person I have ever had the honor of knowing. Be smart, take care of yourself. If the roles were reversed I know that I would go to extremes to either get you back, or find justice for you. And all I can do is ask that you do not attempt any such thing, the only thing I would ever want for you is safety and happiness. 

So seek those things out. 

Be safe. Be happy.   

I was lucky to know you, and even luckier to be yours. 

an ner kar'taylir darasuum, 

Din

All my love. 

You flip the paper over, desperate for more, more Din, but all you find is scrawled coordinates to each location. Your fingers sift through the items, everything he promised is found inside but you latch onto the blade. Laying back down on the floor you clutch it between your fingers as you think of Din.

Din, who was yours.

Din, who they took from you.

Who Kodo, took from you. 

And your grip on the knife tightens. 

☆

Two guards stand outside your door round the clock now. 

They never follow you or come into your room but they’re there, silently watching as you direct all your anger at your new staff. As promised Leo trained them to be as persistent and infuriating as he was. 

When the two new girls come to fetch you in the morning you can’t help it when you scream at them to leave you alone and to stop trying to clean the ever growing mess of things. 

It doesn’t matter that it isn’t their fault, you can’t stand the sight of anyone. 

All three of them try. New Elaine and Lysa show up three times a day, trying to dress you and squeeze their way past you into the room but after enough shrieking they always leave you be. 

New Leo usually tries once or twice a day, you don’t even look at him. You always stare at the floor, when he tries to speak you give him the same treatment as the girls, screaming at him and slamming the door. 

Why should you let them in? You know what they are. They’re here to spy on you, to be Kodo’s eyes while he’s busy being king. They’re easy to evade. When you leave to fetch yourself food or a book from the library you easily outrun them. The two girls are worse at navigating the castle than you were when you first arrived and new Leo has a bad leg, sometimes he’ll make attempts to limp after you but they’re always unsuccessful. 

You think of nothing, day after day because there is nothing to think about. 

Except for the fact that Kodo took your future away from you. He took everything from you. 

If you thought time was blending before Din’s death nothing could have prepared you for now. You don’t track the days as well, you keep your curtains drawn and only leave when you get hungry or start to think of Din. The last thing you need to do is have another screaming fit so you keep him locked away in your heart, an ache that’s always there that you don’t address. 

One day, in a fit of tears you took your knife and decided on a whim to kill Kodo. You didn’t care about the repercussions at that point you just wanted him to suffer but the moment you opened the door you nearly tripped, stumbling backwards the guards didn’t so much as glance at you. 

Another vase of flowers.

You’re tempted to just kick them down the hall but you can’t help yourself when you lean down to pick them up. 

A bouquet of blue lilies. Your nose twitches at the sight of them, out of the corner of your eye you see new Lysa and new Elaine approaching so you take the opportunity to slam the little glass vase into the stone floor. Glaring at them when you do before returning to your room. 

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Maybe it’s been three days since Din died. 

Maybe it’s been three months. 

You aren’t sure.

You aren’t sure when you made plans to kill Kodo either but suddenly you have them. A fool proof way to get him alone. 

And suddenly you’re dressed for the first time in, well, however long it’s been. In a baby blue nightie with a robe you march out into the hall. The guards watch in silence as you walk away, your bare feet scampering down the stairs until you find yourself watching the main entrance. Waiting for your loving husband to make his nightly trip to a pleasure house, a trip that is typically accompanied by guards. 

You grip the handle of the knife in your pocket as you wait until you finally hear footsteps approaching. 

“Kodo, honey?” You step out from behind the stone column, holding your robe closed as you bat your eyelashes at him. He stumbles around drunkenly until his eyes focus on you. 

You’ve only used your voice for screaming for so long you sound meek, exactly as you want to right now. 

“Wife?”

“I thought maybe you’d like to join me tonight…” You hold a hand out towards him, putting on a sickly sweet tone of innocence. His mouth twists into a grin. 

“I knew you’d come around eventually.”

He doesn’t question where you’re taking him, he simply follows.

What a joke. 

You pull him up the stairs, you know from hide and seek where to find an empty room so you guide him there in calculated silence until he trips a bit, laughing to himself as he stutters.

“I knew if I got rid of the Mandalorian you’d realize how much better I am than him.” The statement doesn’t sit right with you and he can see it on your face, even in his drunken state he can sense your confusion. 

You both stop, you’re above him on the stairs as you turn and stare into his eyes.

“You- you knew?”

He simply nods, that sickening smile of his is plastered on his face. His icy blue eyes shimmer with delight. 

“How long?”

“When Leo told me I remembered everything. That little altercation in the hall when your boy knocked me out came right back to me, from there it wasn’t hard to figure out.” Your eye twitches as he speaks.

He knew you loved him and he took him from you anyway.

Any hesitations you had are gone as you nod, pulling him onward until you reach the large vacant tower room. He’s so drunk you decide to just drop the voice, pointing at a spot on the floor. 

“Lay down.” You mumble, reaching into your pocket once more.

He eagerly does as he’s told, laying down on the cold stone, you take a deep breath, in one swift motion you grab your knife, holding it behind your back as you toss your robe aside. He gives you a toothy grin as you ever so slowly walk to him, standing above him before sitting, straddling his waist. 

You look him up and down, one last time. 

Your loving husband. 

One of his hands plays with the blue lace of your nightie as you collect yourself. You look up at the ceiling briefly. 

I’m sorry. 

Not for Kodo, but for Din. This is exactly what he didn’t want you to do. 

You aren’t a killer. And you aren’t hateful, but a person can only be pushed so far before something breaks. 

Be smart. 

You think of Din’s note one last time before you bring the blade out in front of you and slam the blade into Kodo’s chest. 

He makes a sickly wet sound, coughing as he stares at you in shock.

You remove the knife, the hot steel cauterizes his wounds, there isn’t so much as a drop of blood as your face twists with fury and you bring it down again into his stomach now. 

How dare he look surprised by any of this. 

After what he took from you? He deserves galaxies worse. 

So you remove the knife. 

And you stab him again.

And again,

and again,

and again,

and again,

and again.

Until there is no more shocked look on his face. You don’t have a snarky remark or a statement to commemorate your revenge, you’re all used up at this point, all you have is this, this stabbing motion. 

He didn’t even have a chance to fight back.

You crawl off of his body, sitting on the stones as you toss the knife to the side, waiting for a rush of euphoria. 

But it never comes. 

It doesn’t feel as good as you thought it would. 

Staring down at Kodo’s lifeless body. You let yourself crumble. Collapsing down onto the floor, gasping for air as you sob. 

This was never going to bring him back. 

You lay there on your hands and knees for quite some time, just wailing, because what else are you supposed to do right now? You realize far too late that this was never an act of malice, some demented and shattered part of you thought that this would somehow bring him back, that it would give you peace. 

They won’t execute you. 

You planned this exactly so they wouldn’t.

Kodo didn’t tell anyone about your relationship with Din in much detail, not enough for them to assume that you could be with child. Everyone will assume that it’s Kodo’s. They won’t kill you, they can’t. 

Not if they think you’re carrying Kodo’s child. Now that Kodo’s dead, there’s no one to tell the royal family that you never consummated your marriage, your child is the most well protected person on the planet. The future monarch. It’s almost funny, you haven’t permitted yourself to think about the stirring within you as a child until just now, in this moment of weakness. A child, your child. 

Who will most likely grow up without a mother because of the decisions you've made today.

You bite your fist, swallowing a scream as you sit back on your heels. 

Your child will never know how loved they were. Your little one will never get to sit beside their mother while their father teaches them to sew. You put your head in your hands as you wail, no longer caring who hears. Your fate is sealed, what does it matter? 

You don’t turn when you hear someone coming up the stairs. When they pull you into their arms you try uselessly to shove them away. Your vision is blurry and filled with tears as you stare up at the unfamiliar figure now holding you. They rub your back, drawing swirls and stars against your spine as they pull you closer. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” They mumble into your hair. You dry your eyes hastily on your sleeve, confused by the voice you’re hearing, it’s painfully familiar, on instinct you wrap your arms around their torso, pulling yourself into their lap as you both sit on the floor beside Kodo’s body. “You’re okay, I’m here.”

“I’m- I’m sorry.” You whisper against the stranger's shirt. You knew you weren’t hateful. You’re certain of it now because even though he took quite literally everything from you, you still feel bad when you look at Kodo. 

A large hand cups your face, pulling you back to their chest so you can’t see the corpse anymore. 

“I didn’t mean it- I- I didn’t mean to kill him. Well I did but I just-” You begin to ramble as a fresh flood of tears begin sliding down your cheeks. 

“Hey- hey it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it. We gotta get you cleaned up, okay? I’ll take care of this, I’ll fix it.” Their arms tighten around you, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You finally find the courage to look at your companion and it takes a moment for you to even realize who you’re looking at. 

New Leo. 

Why would he help you? You treat him like shit. When you look at him he looks like he’s about to cry and for the first time since Din was taken from you drop the walls you’ve put up and you let yourself feel bad for him. You show an ounce of kindness to him because in all honesty he’s the first person to make you feel safe since the night Din was taken from you. 

A lighthouse while you sail through a storm.

So you hug him. 

You pull yourself closer to him and you offer him a comfort you haven’t known for days.

“I’m sorry… for all of it, but especially the flowers, I should have told you, I just- you wouldn’t let me and the guards wouldn’t let me in without your permission and you just wouldn’t look at me.” He begins to mumble his own apologies, sending a surge of confusion through you. 

You furrow your brows, pulling back once more giving him a perplexed look as you search his nearly black eyes for some kind of answer. 

And it clicks. 

All at once it snaps into place and you want to say his name, so desperately, but you’re terribly afraid of being wrong. 

And then he smiles. A soft smile that makes you feel okay and you don’t even care if you’re wrong and you don’t care if it doesn’t make sense you just have to ask.

“Din?”

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a/n : yeah so uhhhhh yeah uhhhh this is the first chapter i've ever written where im actually very fond of the writing and nervous about the plot stuff so im gonna go hide?? and just vanish for a while lol

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I’m selfishly asking for some Uncle Steve and Dot content please Sarah 😘😘😘

Hiii babes!! I friggin LOVE Steve and Dorothy’s relationship so I will happily give you some convos between them!💖

-find all things It Was Just One Night here✨

*for these Dotty is in middle school*

“Hey there she is! My favorite niece!” “I’m your only niece…what are you wearing?” “Even if I had other nieces you’d still be my favorite…what you don’t like the new vest?” “Your old one had all the patches mom and I sewed on for you.” “Oh…I mean I still have them if you wanna add them to this one?” “Eh it doesn’t matter…so dad said you’re in charge of me until they get done with dinner and then…my mom told me to tell you if you make me work then you better pay me.” “When have I ever made you work when you come hang out with me at the store?” “Uh…last week? I stocked the candy for you while you talked to what’s her face on the phone for ten minutes.” “God you sound just like your mom when you say what’s her face…her name is Nancy by the way.” “Nancy? Isn’t she married?” “Yeah…so? What’s your point?” “Uncle Steve…” “it was a friendly chat okay? She called to see if we had a certain movie in stock that’s all….but uhm…don’t tell your mom please? She’s still weird about her.” “Okay but it’s gonna cost ya…” “red vines or Swedish fish?” “Red vines.” “Deal.”

“You did great out there!” “Thanks uncle Steve…did you watch the whole practice or just the end?” “Oh I was here for the whole thing…that little kick and jump thing you did was just…out of this world good.” “You don’t know anything about cheerleading do you?” “No…not really…” “dad said you dated a lot of them so you should know a thing or two.” “Your dad doesn’t know shi…anything…about who I’ve dated so don’t listen to him.” “I can show you a few new tumbles I learned last week if you want?” “Tumbles? Is that like when you…oh wow that’s impressive! Look at you go!” “What’d ya think? I really want to make the squad in high school.” “Oh you’re going to make the squad alright…probably even head cheerleader.” “Shut up you really think so?” “Yeah you’re great!” “Thanks…oh can we go to Benny’s on the way home? It’s half off cheese fry night.” “You and your mom with this sick obsession with cheese fries…” “is that a yes?” “Yes…it’s a yes.”

“Hello?” “Hey Uncle Steve.” “Hey my little polkadot what’s going on?” “I was calling to see if you could come pick me up from school?” “School? It’s like five in the evening what have you been doing since two thirty?” “Uhm…detention…” “do your parents know you were at detention?” “Yes they are just at work right now and I don’t feel like walking home and Granddaddy Wayne is taking his pre dinner nap.” “I’ll come get you if…you tell me what you got detention for?” “I may have accidentally hit someone in the face with my hand.” “Right…was this hand balled up into a fist?” “Possibly….” “Who’d you hit?” “Patrick Carver…he’s an asshole.” “Did you say Carver? As in his dad’s name is Jason?” “I don’t know his dad’s name all I know is mom said the whole family is bad news and that’s why she wasn’t that mad….” “But?” “But dad wasn’t happy and told me I’m grounded for two weeks and to keep my hands to myself.” “I hate to say this but I agree with your dad but also…the Carver family is full of asshole so…just next time don’t hit him on school property and it’ll be fine.” “That’s what mom said!” “Just sit tight and I’ll be there in a few minutes…you hungry?” “I could do with a snack yeah…” “we’ll grab some dinner on the way to drop you off at your mom’s work.” “Okay sounds good…thanks uncle Steve…I love you.” “I love you too Dot but do me a favor and stop getting so many detentions.” “You got it.”

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My Captains Sister-Adam Fantilli

Chapter One

Summary: After returning from a study abroad Lucy Moyle develops a crush on one of her brother’s teammates.

Lucy Moyle had just returned to Michigan after spending the first half of her sophomore year abroad and could not be more excited.

She loved her experience and wouldn’t trade it for the world but she also missed her family including her older brother Nolan Moyle who is currently captain of the University of Michigan hockey team.

She came home mid December and spent the last few weeks with her family but with the second semester starting up it was time for her and Nolan to return to Michigan.

Her parents flew out with the two of them a few days before the start of the new year to help her move all of her stuff into Nolan’s house where she would spend the rest of her year living at and a few days later she was all set and her parents flew back home.

Nolan and her are pretty close and he too couldn’t be more thrilled to have his baby sister back in town and living with him.

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Lucy had just finished her last class of the day and begins walking back to Nolan’s house. It was about a 20 minute walk but she made it and notices a few cars outside.

She ignores it and walks inside to see a few guys sitting on the couch with Nolan watching TV she recognizes a few of them as Nolan’s teammates from last year but some are new faces.

“Hey Luce these are just some guys from the team” Nolan says when he realizes she’s come into the house.

“You know Keato and Ethan and Mark these are a few of of the freshman that’s Adam and Luca Fantilli and Gavin Brindley and that’s Rutger McGroarty” Nolan introduces while pointing out the freshman.

“Guys this is my little sister Lucy” Nolan says there’s a few hi’s and nice to meet you but nothing else

“Hey we’re just finishing up a game then we’re gonna walk to the sports bar and grab some dinner wanna join?” Nolan offers

“No thanks I got so much homework and I should probably work on it” Lucy says

“ok good luck on it” Nolan says as Lucy starts walking to her room and shuts the door.

Nolan takes a seat back on the couch next to Keato and Gavin.

“I didn’t know you had a sister” the oldest Fantilli chirps

“ya she just got back she was studying abroad last semester” Nolan says he gets a few nods and then looks over at a few of the freshman who are sitting on the opposite couch “but she’s off limits so don’t even think about it” Nolan adds in a more serious tone.

A few of the freshman nod and put their hands up saying they got it and Nolan accepts it and the group goes back to enjoying the game.

Near the end of the game Adam gets up to refill his glass of water in the kitchen and finds Lucy as she’s filling up her water bottle.

“Hey Adam right” Lucy says

“Ya that’s me” Adam responds

“Nolan told me you played on the world Junior team for Canada you got the gold right?” Lucy asks

“ya ya I did it was an amazing experience” Adam smiles

“that’s seriously awesome!”

“Ya and I heard you just got back from study abroad how was that experience?” Adam asks

“it was amazing we went to like 7 or 8 countries around Europe it was fantastic”

“what was your favorite place?”

“my favorite was probably Italy I loved the culture and scenery”

“Really cool I have family in Italy and we went to visit for the first time this summer” Adam tells Lucy.

The two continue in a conversation about Italy for around 5 minutes before Keato walks in

“Adam the game just ended you ready?” He asks

“Ya all set” He says

“it was nice talking to you” Adam tells Lucy then tosses his plastic cup away and walks over to Keato.

“Don’t get any ideas Nolan is really protective about his sister” Keato warns

“We were just talking about studying abroad” Adam says

“alright I’m just telling you” Keato says before they reach the rest of their group at the front door.

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The following weekend the Wolverines hockey team had a two game home stand against the Wisconsin Badgers which they won by 3 on Friday.

Lucy went to the game on Saturday night with a couple of her friends and after the wolverines won 7-2 her friends asked if she wanted to go to a party with them.

Lucy although not usually the party type agreed and headed back to their place.

She was already wearing a pair of black ripped jeans and borrowed and blue top from her friends before the headed out.

She sent a text to Nolan letting her know where she was going to and he responded with be careful. She rolled her eyes at his protectiveness and entered the party.

Her friends got her a truly and they all made their way to the dance floor. After about 20 something minutes Lucy had finished her first can and gotten another fruity flavored truly.

Half way through her second Lucy had started to feel the buzz kicking in and felt a little nauseous.

“Hey I’m gonna be right back” she told her equally drunk friends as she stepped off the dance floor.

She made her way closer to the drink table and steadied herself with the wall.

“Lucy you ok?” A voice asks her from behind she turns around and sees the youngest Fantilli standing their with a red solo cup in his hand. “Adam” She says

“hey” she continues

“are you ok?” He repeats

“ya ya I’m I’m great!”She tells him taking another sip of her drink

“are you here with somebody?” Adam asks

“ya ya my friends are right on the dance floor” Lucy says pointing to the crowd of people

“alright just be safe tonight ok” Adam tells her she nods her head and watches as he walks away in the opposite direction of her.

Lucy shakes her head at the feeling of awkwardness that conversation gave her and takes another sip of her drink before heading back to the dance floor to find her friends.

The group of girls continue dancing and soon Lucy finished her second drink and had another one in her hand. A few sips in she starts to feel dizzy and before she can process what’s happening she’s being carried out of the party and is sitting outside the house on the sidewalk.

“Hey here’s a water” Someone says

“thanks” a second voice says

“should we call Nolan?” The first one asks

“ya ya we should I’ll stay with her” she hears footsteps retreating as her head tries making sense of what’s happening

“Lucy hey it’s Adam you need to drink some water” the second voice says her vision starts to clear and she sees him sitting next to her holding her up with an open water bottle in his hand. 

Lucy reaches out with her cheeks red and gently takes the bottle from his hand brushing up against his hand. Lucy takes a few sips of the cold water and shivers.

“Here take my jacket” Adam says taking off the black jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders.

Lucy starts to feel this tingling sensation inside of her stomach and something comes over her as she looks up at Adam and wraps her arms around him then plants her lips on him. It takes a second for the shock to set in but he kisses her back. Soon the world goes silent and the two of them sit there kissing.

“What the fuck!” A voice shouts the two break out of the kiss immediately and see a not so pleased Nolan who starts getting out of the white vehicle he pulled up in.

Adam immediately takes in the situation while it takes Lucy a few extra seconds to realize what exactly just occurred. “Nolan I I didn’t it’s not not what you think she she kissed me and it just happened I promise” Adam defends himself to his extremely pissed off captain while starting to get up.

Luca Fantilli who had called Nolan in the first place gets a good view of the situation from afar and starts rushing over to cool it down but doesn’t make it in time to prevent Nolan from sucker punching Adam in the jaw and then proceeding to rip the jacket off of his younger sisters shoulders and throwing it towards his bleeding teammate.

Luca checks on Adam as he sees Nolan practically drag his younger sister to the passenger seat of his white car and then drive off leaving the two brothers on the sidewalk.

When the pair of siblings arrive back at their shared home. Nolan practically carries a still drunk Lucy to her room and tucks her into bed before angrily shutting the lights and slamming the door.

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Meanwhile the Fantilli brothers had taken an Uber back to their shared dorm and the oldest Luca had some words to say about his brothers taste in make out partners.

“Dude” is the first thing to come out of Luca’s mouth when they step into their room.

“Don’t dude me” Adam says with a scoff

“You don’t go after someone’s sister come on man everyone knows this” Luca continues

“You literally dated Rutgers sister and she kissed me!” Adam yells

“That’s different Rutger literally set us up and Nolan explicitly said his sister is off limits! And you go and kiss her!”

“So I should’ve left her drunk on the side of the road called Nolan and been like hey your sisters drunk come get her and gone back to the party right” Adam says sarcastically

“No but you still totally fucked up like what we’re you thinking?” Luca raises his voice a little

“Right now I’m thinking I really wishing I was drunker because anything would be better than having this conversation with you!” Adam yells grabbing his keys off of his desk and walking out of the room.

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The next morning Lucy Moyle wakes up with a massive headache and no memory of the night before then proceeds to roll out of bed still in her clothes from last night.

She walks out of her room to see her brother who’s doing homework in the kitchen.

“Good morning” She says forgetting the events that occurred last night

“it’s noon” Nolan harshly replies

“geez what’s got you in a mood” she comments

“do you not remember what happened last night?” Nolan says in a louder tone

“no not really but I do have a headache so can you keep your voice down” She says walking to the medicine cabinet to grab two Advil

“how about I refresh your memory you got drunk at a frat party and Adam and Luca took you outside, Luca called me to pick you up and when I get there you’re making out with Adam!” Nolan yells Lucy’s face pales and her eyes open wide

“No I didn’t” Lucy asks appalled by the news of her drunken actions

“oh my god I have to apologize” Lucy says and starts rushing to her room only to be pulled back into the kitchen by Nolan

“Absolutely not!” Nolan raises his voice still with a firm but not painful grip on Lucy’s arm Lucy winces at the harsh tone

“Nol it wasn’t his fault! It was mine please I need to apologize” Lucy defends

“No you are not to see or speak to Adam again!” Nolan says Lucy rolls her eyes

“I mean it Lucy! You better stay the hell away from Adam!” Nolan says before walking towards his room and slamming his door.

A/N All images are from Pinterest

[satninroses]

Uncle Austin

(A/N): Last old request! I should have Behind Unlocked Doors Pt. 2 out and then work on my requests!

Summary: Austin spends some time with your three-year-old niece, Lily.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1,745

Warnings: None :)

You guys met on the set of Elvis. You were the head makeup artist and took care of everyone. You had been applying the eyeliner and you got some in his eye. You sat with him for hours cleaning it out and getting to know each other. A year later, you guys were dating.

You were so glad that Austin had agreed to come this year and meet your family. They were beginning to think that this “boyfriend” or yours didn’t exist.

The thanksgiving dinner was in an hour and you were scrambling to get you and Austin ready AND prepare a dish to bring. “Austin? Are you almost ready? I got packed up the wine and pie.” You yelled up the stairs. “Yeah! I’m ready I’ll be down in a sec.”

He shuffled down the stairs quickly. He sported a nice sweater, a pair of black slacks, and a nice pair of dress shoes. He had his promise ring on and was wearing your favorite cologne. You smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You look so handsome.” He smiles and grips your waist. “And you look incredibly beautiful.” You giggled and wiggled out of his grasp.

“No more flirting! We’ll be late.” Austin playfully rolled his eyes and scoffed. You both walked out hand in hand and got in the car.

“If we avoid traffic, the drive is about 20 minutes away.” He nodded to show he understood. He turned on the engine and switched the GPS on. You began your short trip to your parents house.

When you got there, there was almost no where to park. You took a few minutes to look for somewhere to park and you found a spot. It was in a little wooded area behind the home. He parked and turned the car off. You both stepped out of the car and grabbed the food out of the backseat.

As you were walking up the street, you could sense that there was something on Austin’s mind. “Baby? Is everything ok?” He smiled weakly. “Yeah.. I’m just afraid I might make a bad impression on your parents. I wouldn’t want them to hate me if I’m dating you.” You smile reassuringly and stop in your tracks. “Austin, I promise that they’ll love you. You’re so kind and sweet and incredibly sexy. They might not care about that though.”

He laughed heartily and give you kiss. You depended it. You two stayed like that for a few moments before the storm hit.

“AUNT (Y/N)! YOU’RE HERE!” Your nephews Jamie and Andrew ambushed you. They covered you in hugs and so, so, so many questions. Jamie began his interrogation. “Why weren’t you here last year? Did my mom tell you about my soccer game last week? Do you want to play action figures with us? Is that your boyfriend?”

You took a moment to process all of his questions before answering. “I was sick, she did, sure, and yes!” You smiled sweetly at Austin. “This is Austin. Austin, these are my nephews Jamie and Andrew. Jamie is 9 and Andrew is 6. Speaking of, where’s your sister?” Andrews smile turned into a frown. “She isn’t feeling well. Grandma has her in the upstairs guest room napping. She was really excited to see you!”

Your smile dropped a bit. You began walking a little faster with your nephews and Austin in tow. You finally reached the door where you let yourself in.

“(N/N)! You made it! Did you bring your boyfriend?” You mother greeted you at the door. “Yes mama. He’s right here! Austin, this my mom. Mom, this is Austin.” He stuck his hand out for a handshake but was met with a hug. “Oh! (Y/N)! He’s perfect! Thank you for taking care of my little girl.” She gushed affectionately.

Austin smile grew and he hugged back. “It’s been a pleasure Mrs.(L/N). Thank you for allowing me to date her.” Your mother smiled and let him go. She tackled you in a hug next. “Oh my sweet girl. We missed you a lot. We heard about the movie!” She was referring to Elvis. “How did that go?”

You chuckled and pointed to Austin. “How do you think.” You all let out a hearty chuckle. “It’s been good seeing you mom. I need to go find sis. Jamie and Andrew told us about Lily being sick. I want to make sure she’s ok.” Your mother nodded and dismissed you guys.

Through the sea of people, you found your sister sitting wither her husband. “Hi Abbey! Missed you bunches.” You welcomed her with a hug. She smiled and hugged back. “Hey sissy! Me and Nate missed you too.” You released her from the hug and waved at Nate. “Hey, where’s Lily? Andrew and Jamie told me she might be sick and she’s upstairs. Is she up there?” Your sister nodded. “Just be quiet. We think she might have the Flu. She was really excited to see you though.”

You nodded and waved goodbye. You gripped Austin’s hand and you made your way upstairs.

“Sooo.. who’s Lily?”

“Oh, that’s my niece. She’s an absolute angel and the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet. She’s gonna be three this year.”

He nodded and continued to follow you through the halls. Once you made it to the room in question, you gently knocked on the door. “Lil? It’s my, (Y/N)!” There was a tiny gasp from the inside of the room and a lot of shuffling. She hopped off the bed and padded to the door. She opened it and hugged you. “AUNTY! You made it!” She smiled big and hugged you harder. You had a chance to take in her appearance. She was pale and kind of sweaty. She looked really tired too.

“Mommy said that you were bringing your boyfriend! Is he here?”

You giggle. “Yeah! Do you want to meet him?” She giggled and clapped her hands while nodding.

You let her down and pointed at Austin. Her eyes lit up and she screamed. She ran to him and smashed into his legs to give him a hug.

“Wow! He’s even taller in person! He’s like the size of a tree! Pick me up! Pick me up!” Austin complied and picked her up. “What’s your name!” He smiled. “Austin.”

“My name is Lily! I love kitties and My Little Pony and my family! I also like Mac ‘n’ Cheese and candy! My favorite color is pink! What’s yours?”

For being sick, she sure did have a lot of energy.

Austin smiled sweetly at her. “My favorite color is Blue. I like a good burger and my favorite thing in the world is (Y/N).” She smiled brightly.

Suddenly, you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. You took it out and saw that it was your mom calling you. “I’ll be back baby! I have to take this.” You stepped outside the room and answered it.

“Hey mom. What’s up?”

“Good, you answered. Look, I need your help downstairs getting the last of this food done. Do you think you could leave Austin with Lily and help me?”

“Of course. I’ll let him know. Bye.”

“Bye!”

You put your phone back in your pocket an entered the room. “Hey you two! Grandma needs some help downstairs. Do you think you could hang out with Austin for a little bit?” Lily got excited. “Yeah! I’ll take good care of him!”

You smiled and waved goodbye. Austin looked a little confused at what he was supposed to do.

“Well Lily, what do you want to do?” She smiled and a light bulb went off in her brain. “Let’s play pretend! You can be the knight and I’ll be the princess!”

He smiled and nodded. “You have to save me! The evil dragon kidnapped me from my castle!” Austin gasped, frightened.

“That’s no good! As your knight in shining armor, I must save you! Hold on princess!”

For the next 10 minutes they battled off an evil, imaginary dragon and returned Lily back to her castle.

“Thank you Austin the Knight! You saved me!” She offered him a tight embrace which he returned. She let go of him and laid back on the bed. “Austin?”

“What’s up kiddo?”

“Are you gonna marry Auntie?”

Her question caught him off guard. He gave her a quizzical look.

“What?”

“Are you gonna marry my aunt (Y/N)?”

He let a small smile grace his lips at the thought. “One day.”

She smiled tiredly. She laid her head down on the pillow and fought to keep her eyes open. He smiled at her and rubbed little circles into her back.

“Thank you Uncle Austin. I love you bunches.” She had fallen asleep.

From outside the door, you heard their interaction. ‘Uncle Austin? I like the sound of that.’ You thought to yourself. You gave them a few more minutes before you let yourself in and looked at the two of them.

Lily was fast asleep and Austin was sitting at her side rubbing her back. He heard the noise of the door creaking quietly and looked in your direction.

“Hey baby. Dinners ready. I can give you a minute if you need.” You gestured to him and Lily.

He shook his head. “No, It’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be able to sleep fine. When he removed his hand, a small annoyed groan arose from Lily. “No! Please don’t leave me Uncle Austin!” She cried out.

Austin smiled comfortingly at her. “Come with me kiddo! Let’s go get some yummy dinner, ok?” She sniffled and nodded. She made grabby-hands at him and gave him puppy dog eyes. He couldn’t say no to her so he obliged and picked her up. She smiled and rested her head in the crook of his neck.

You smiled up at your boyfriend. “Thank you Austin. I think she really likes you.” You leaned up to give him a small kiss on the cheek. He smiled and kissed back.

“I like her too. Who knows, maybe I’ll have to propose so I can be her real Uncle Austin.”

[halfmoondaze]

Hey girl! Love your writing ♥️ can I request jack harlow co parenting with you and your toddler is getting old asking why mom and dad don’t live together like other moms and dads and she is just having a hard time understanding why you can’t be together. You call Jack over for once a week dinner all together and you start to both catch feelings again? Tyyyyy if you write this

The Best Thing I Ever Had Before

When you found out you were pregnant with Aitana, you didn’t expect Jack to want to stay. Sure you have been going out for 7 months prior, and even though your relationship was exclusive, you didn’t want to trap him into raising a baby when his career was just taking off.

You were on tour with Jack when you found out; and with Jack being busy, he didn’t notice your constant nausea and weird food cravings. But Urban and Neelam did. So as soon as they connected the dots, they approached you about it and convinced you to take the test just to make sure.

That was a morning you could never forget. Since the night before, you had woken up several times rushing to the bathroom to throw up. At one point you were starting to feel bad for keeping Jack awake, but he brushed it off by staying up with you and ordering room service so you could have something in your stomach before going back to bed.

The next morning when Urban and Neelam went into you and Jack’s hotel room, Jack told them nonchalantly about you feeling sick last night, and they were surprised that Jack didn’t suspect anything.

Neelam then told Jack she was going to keep an eye on him, but in reality, she was going to have a small intervention.

She convinced Y/N to take a pregnancy test just to rule that out.

“Hey, it would be ok. I'll be right next to you while we wait for the results” she said rubbing your back.

“Actually, I think I would like to be on my own while I take it if you don’t mind”

“Um sure. That’s fine. Well I’ll be in the lobby, I need to make some calls anyways, but text me if you need anything”

“Yeah” you smiled at her.

A few minutes after taking the test, you glanced at the test.

‘Pregnant’ it read.

And just like that, your world came crumbling down. Before you could process everything, you found yourself gathering all your belongings before heading towards the door making sure to leave a note to Jack before leaving.

Your heart was shattered and the only thing on your mind right now was to escape from all of this.

Somehow, you managed to get out of the hotel room and outside the hotel without Neelam seeing you. But to your surprise someone else did.

“Y/N? What are you doing? What’s going on?” he asked worried upon seeing you outside the hotel building with your travel bags.

“Jack. I thought your interview wasn’t going to be over until two more hours”

“It got canceled. You didn’t answer my question”

At that moment, Neelam came rushing outside the hotel building feeling instantly relieved upon realizing you haven’t left.

“Neelam, what’s going on?” Jack asked her.

“Y/N?” she said waiting for you to explain.

“Jack, I’m pregnant”

You could see by his face that he was taken back and surprised by the sudden news.

“How- how are you feeling right now?”

You looked at him confused not expecting that to be his initial reaction.

“I- I don’t know” you paused for a moment. “Look, I don’t want to affect your career. I know how hard you worked to get to where you are now, and I don’t want to trap you into raising a baby if you’re not ready. I’ll just figure it out myself”

You were about to walk away when he took your hand stopping you in your tracks.

“Y/N, I’m just as responsible for this as you are. You don’t have to go through this alone. Please let me help you out”

And since then, Jack has stayed by your side. He canceled the remained dates of his tour, went to every appointment, and was there for you in anything you needed.

In October, you welcomed Aitana into the world, and her arrival brought so much joy to your and Jack’s life. You and Jack found a way to get back together shortly after, but that didn’t last long, because three years later, you and Jack split up. The constant arguments and not being on the same page most of the time proved to be more than you could handle. However, you and Jack still cared for one another and always will.

Tonight, Jack was coming over for dinner. It was something you both agreed to do to be able to spend time together as a family; even though you and Jack were separated. The night went by smoothly filled with laughter as Jack joked around here and there, which made having dinner with your ex more enjoyable. These dinners also allowed Jack to be more involved in Aitana’s life, taking into consideration he only gets to spend time with her during the weekends, as It was initially agreed during the separation on both sides.

Jack had already put Aitana to bed when he found you in the kitchen doing the dishes.

“Hey, I saw that painting you have in the hallway. Looks really cool”

“Oh, thanks. It's mine, I actually painted it”

“You did? You got back into painting?”

“Yeah, I thought it was time to give it a go”

“That’s great. I’m proud of you, I know how you wanted to get back to painting since you finished school”

You didn’t expect him to remember something you told him the first two months you started dating. And as you recalled all those old memories you couldn’t help but resurface old feelings you thought you had lost for Jack.

“Wow, I….didn’t though you remembered that”

“Well, I always have rooted for you”

You laughed at yourself.

“The last couple of years have been crazy, huh?” you said.

“It has”

“Look at all you’ve accomplished, a Grammy nomination, a new album…. it all you ever dreamed of”

“And I couldn’t have imaged going through all of those experiences with anyone else”

At that moment he looked at you in a way he hasn’t looked at you in years, and you swore you could see a sparkle in his eyes.

He took your hand and you saw sparks.

“Jack-“

“Y/N, I still love you”

“What?”

“I do. You’re the best thing I ever had before”

You stood there for a moment before giving an answer.

“There’s nothing I would love more”

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - personal challenge

Hiya, I love ur writing. Any chance u could do something with mr evershed x student reader who has Tourette’s. If ur not comfortable with that maybe something to do with adhd? X - Anon💜

Sitting in the classroom, you were rocking back and forth on your chair while you waited for whatever teacher it was you were supposed to have for the day.

“You’re gonna fall…” Sam whispered.

You grinned a little at her and shrugged.

“Means I get a few days off.”

She laughed and did the same as you, both of you talking about what you were going to do after school.

She decided she didn’t want to go back to the hostel, so you said she could come to yours instead since your parents were away for the week and they wouldn’t care.

You decided to talk about what to do when you both got there and what you wanted to order for dinner when Mrs Carp walked in and you groaned a little.

“What a bitch…” you mumbled.

Sam laughed and put her chair back on the floor but you didn’t.

“Put your chair on the floor (Y/N).”

“It is on the floor Miss.”

“All four legs.” She snapped.

You looked at her.

“Why? It’s not like I’m gonna be hurting anyone. Maybe myself but that’s not the point, it’s my chair, not yours. So nope.”

“I’m going to warn you once more time.” She said lowly.

You made a face at her and set your chair down and she started to teach the lesson using whatever she had been by the original teacher.

You were bored though.

Not only did you hate math, but you hated Mrs Carp too, so you were thinking of any possible way that you could get out of the class.

You mindlessly swung on your chair again, resting the back of it against the wall as you read the book in your lap.

“Do you know the answer (Y/N)?”

“What?”

“Clearly you need to be taught how to pay attention. What’s the answer?”

You looked at the math problem she put on the board and shrugged a little.

“Do I look like I know that? Seriously miss I grades would say otherwise.”

A few students snickered and watched what was going to happen next, having been in a few classes with you and the teacher they knew it wasn’t going to end well.

“It isn’t rocket science, at your age you should know this.”

“Oh at my age? And I suppose at your age you should be in a nursing home?”

“Right get out!”

You smirked happily to yourself and grabbed your bag, leaving the classroom with a sarcastic wave and started to aimlessly wonder the hallways.

It was the last lesson of the day, so you could just leave, but you wanted to wait for Sam so you just wondered.

As you were wondering, you walked past Mr Evershed who was looking for someone.

“(Y/N)?”

He turned around and watched you stop in your tracks.

“Uhm… no?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in math?”

“Stranger danger!”

With that you took off running down the hallway and Mr Evershed just stood there confused about what he was supposed to do.

He couldn’t exactly go chasing after a student, but he also didn’t know what class you had just come from, all he knew was that you had math.

He watched you sprint around the corner, nearly crashing into a wall and he sighed to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He decided to just leave you, he was sure whoever it was would email him or come speak to him so he carried on what he was doing.

And he was right Mrs Carp came to tell him what had happened and all he could do was sigh again.

“I’ll have a word with them in the morning, thank you.”

Before he became a teacher he had no clue who you were, but since becoming the acting head teacher he had heard your name so much the moment someone said it he assumed you were in trouble.

The following morning you were stood outside the gate taking to Sam while you sipped some of the drink in the van you were holding.

“Morning you two, (Y/N) can we have a word?” Mr Evershed said.

“Morning sir, I’ll see you later (Y/N).”

Sam jogged away and you looked at the headteacher.

“I will have to politely decline your request, school hasn’t started yet and I really should avoid unnecessary stress.”

“If anything going to stress you out it’s that drink, it’s not even 9 in the morning and your drinking an energy drink?”

“If it makes you feel better it’s my second one.”

“That really doesn’t make me feel better. Are we really going to stand here and wait for the bell to go?” He sighed.

You hummed a little, rocking back and forth on the skateboard as you shrugged.

“Hey, I’m here it counts for something.”

“Because you legally have to be here?”

“Yeah pretty much.” You nodded.

Mr Evershed sighed and looked at his watch, seeing you still had ten minutes before the bell went he leant against the gate and looked at you.

“So, I heard about yesterday. Want to tell me what happened?”

“No thank you.”

“(Y/N), what happened?”

“I’m gonna be real with you sir, I actually can’t even remember, but I can tell you that your tie makes you look old.”

Mr Evershed rolled his eyes at you.

“Really? We’re just asking to be placed in isolation today aren’t we?”

“Hey, outside of school. I can say whatever I want here.”

He shook his head a little and smiled.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard so many teachers complaining about one student (Y/N), seriously, I can’t tell if I should be worried or impressed.”

“I personally think you should be impressed. Can’t be worried about something you can’t control.”

“What makes you think we can’t keep you in line?”

“I mean, I can barely keep myself in line so…”

The bell rang and you picked up your skateboard, walking through the gates and towards the reception where you were stopped from going any further.

“Drink in the bin, and my office please we still need to talk about this.”

“We have all day to talk, or if you’re fast enough you can catch me after school. Either way.”

“No, we’re going to talk now.”

You mocked what he said and finished your drink, putting the can in the bin he was holding up for you and walked into his office.

You didn’t sit down though, you simply stood up, setting your bag and skateboard on the floor as you did a little dance while you waited.

“So, wanna tell me what’s causing all these behaviour issues? I mean you’re a bright student, I’ve been your grades. Aside from math and Science you seem to be really good at everything. If you’re struggling we can put some extra help in place you know.”

“Nah that sounds like a lot more work.”

“Well, we have to do something. I need some sort of explanation (Y/N) otherwise I have to consider taking further action.”

You stood on your skateboard, rocking back and forth a little as you looked around his office.

“I have this amazing, amazing condition sir. It’s called ADHD.”

“Right, and why isn’t that in your file them?”

“Because I was diagnosed last year, haven’t got round to it I actually completely forgot.”

“Okay, so is there anything that helps with this?”

“Magic pills.”

“(Y/N).” He warned.

You snickered a little, raising your hands.

“I’m serious! I have medication that’s supposed to help with my adhd helps me concentrate and all that.”

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say you haven’t been taking them.”

“Nope! Unmedicated for the win!” You grinned.

Mr Evershed rolled his eyes at you and gestured for you to get of your skateboard which you did.

“Right I’m going to need a doctors letter, and I’m going to have a meeting with your parents. You are to be put in isolation for the day.”

“Oh fun, okay.”

“But you’re going to be spending it in my office, so I can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t get into anymore trouble.”

“Not fun…” you mumbled.

“Skateboard please.”

You walked over and handed it to him and he put it under his desk and pointed for you to go sit at the other table.

“You’re going to be working there today, Loraine is getting you some stuff now.”

You huffed and started to pull books from his bookshelf and he just looked at you defeated knowing it was either let you do that or have you causing chaos.

“If you’re supposed to take your medication why haven’t you been taking it?” He asked.

You looked over, and went back to where you were trying to build a house out of books.

“I forgot.”

“Have you tried setting alarms to remind you?”

“Yeah, but then I forget what my alarms are for. And I also forget to set those half the time too.”

He chuckled a little and shook his head, turning back to his computer so he could finish the email he was typing up for your parents.

You got bored of trying to build a house out of books, and now you were scrolling through your phone.

“No phones during school hours.” He said.

“I get that’s your rule, but it’s a stupid one.”

“I will put you in isolation longer.”

“You wouldn’t, you’re gonna get pretty fed up of me soon.”

“Keep trying, I have kids. It’s going to take more than a hyperactive, unmedicated, student with ADHD to get the best of me.” He grinned.

You smirked, taking that as a personal challenge.

Your task for the day?

To annoy Mr Evershed so much that you prove him wrong and that you can get on his nerves

[greatbigshiningstar]

everyone say "summer's pregnant!" [bradley bradshaw x oc!summer bradshaw]

summary: Bradley and Summer find out they're having a baby! Along with the excitement comes some fears and anxieties, but those are quickly set aside when the two get to the exciting part - telling their friends, family, and Summer's students about their next adventure!

warnings: Nothing too crazy. A brief mention of miscarriage. A couple of curse words. 

author's note: My baby fever has skyrocketed these past few weeks, so what better way to cure it (besides actually having a baby) than to just write about it? shoutout to my favorite gal, ozzie (@flashyourgreeneyesatme) for giving me the best ideas for this piece. let’s just say that Baby Bradshaw would not be named after a Taylor Swift song if it weren’t for her ;)

 Also, I have yet to have an actual child (definitely not happening for a while), but I do have a million little cousins that I’ve practically raised, so everything that I'm writing is just based on what I have witnessed and experienced with other family members. 

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“Penny! Oh my god,” my honorary aunt hurries into my bathroom with a smile on her face as I hold the four positive tests up for her to see. “I’m pregnant!” 

“Oh, Summer! This is so great. You’re gonna be a mom!” 

I’m going to be a mom. I let the words sink in as Penny comes in for a hug. I don’t even know what to feel. I mean, Bradley and I weren’t necessarily trying to get pregnant right now, but we weren’t preventing it. And now, I’m actually pregnant. I have a baby inside me. I just can’t believe it. What is Bradley going to think? 

“What are you thinking, sweet pea? Are you alright?” 

I know Penny can tell that I’m a little shaken, so I’m completely honest with her. 

“I don’t know, Pen. I mean, I’m just in shock. I didn’t even think that I could be pregnant until you brought it up earlier, and I don’t even know what to do now. I just, I don’t know,” I  lean back against the counter and take a deep breath before continuing. “I mean, Bradley is gone so much, and he’s up for the Top Gun instructor position next month, and we’re looking for a new house, and I’m just barely getting into the routine of a new school year. And what if I’m not a good mom? What if Bradley is upset? We haven’t even been married for that long. But, Penny, oh my gosh, a baby! I’ve wanted to be a mom my whole life. We’ve talked about having kids, just further down the line, but we’re actually going to have a baby now. What do I do?” 

At this point, I’m just rambling, unsure of what to do. And Penny, being the seasoned professional that she is, knows exactly what to do and say. 

“Sweet pea, it’s going to be okay. I know it’s scary, but I promise that it will all work out. You’re going to be fine. You’ll find a house. Bradley will be there, every step of the way, and so will I. And if Pete and I have to pull some strings to get him that instructor job, we will, but from what I’ve heard, he’s already got it in the bag. Your students and classroom will be fine, too,” she rubs my arms sympathetically, and I’m already starting to calm down. “You guys are going to be the best parents and this baby is going to be SO loved, by you guys, me, Mav, Amelia, and the rest of the crew. I believe that with my whole heart. You can do this.” 

“I can do this,” I repeat, more for my peace of mind than anything. “We can do this.” 

“Exactly. Now, let’s go figure out how you’re going to tell Bradley. This is where the real fun begins!” I laugh at Penny’s antics, and follow her downstairs, after hiding the positive tests in one of my makeup bags.

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A few hours later, Bradley gets home from work, and my nerves skyrocket, however, I try my best to hide them as we go about our normal evening routine. We eat dinner and catch up as usual, and as soon as we sit down to do some house hunting, just as we have for the past few nights, I know that it’s time to tell him. I can’t hold it in any longer, so I pull up the house that I was looking at earlier. 

“Look at this one I found earlier, B. I love it. I really think it would be perfect,” I say, passing him my iPad with the gorgeous home pulled up on Zillow. He swipes through the pictures, as I continue. “It’s got plenty of bedrooms, a big yard, and it’ll be ready for move-in within two months, which will give us plenty of time to get our nursery ready before July.” 

He looks up at me, a confused look on his face as he pieces together what I just said. 

“Nursery? Why do we need to get a nursery ready by July? Oh my god. Sunshine, are you, are you serious? Are you pregnant?” He sits up from his relaxed position on the couch. 

“Surprise,” I responded tentatively, holding up the two pregnancy tests I had hidden in my sweatshirt pocket, as I’m still unsure of how he’ll react. 

Bradley grabs them from my hand, staring at them in disbelief. He looks up at me, and as soon as our eyes meet, I know we’ll be okay. He leans over to me, pulling me onto his lap. 

“Oh my gosh, Sunshine. We’re gonna have a baby. I’m going to be a dad. You’re going to be a mom.”

 I look up at him and nod, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. He’s looking off into the distance, a little hesitant, I might add, and I can tell something is wrong. 

“Penny for your thoughts, B?” 

“I’m so happy, Sunshine, but god, I’m so scared,” there are tears in his eyes now, too. 

“I know, honey. I am too.”

“I just, with my job and everything. I can’t let the same thing that happened to me happen to our baby. I can’t just leave you two alone. I won’t put you through that. And what if I’m not a good dad? What if I mess up-” 

I cut him off before his rambling can turn into something worse, knowing that this is exactly the same thought process that I went through with Penny earlier today. 

“Honey, stop. It’s going to be okay. You are going to be an amazing dad. I know it. And your job is not going to stop you from that. I’m scared too, but we’ll get through it. We’re going to be okay.” 

He just pulls me closer and kisses me, effectively silencing every worry and negative thought that was racing through our minds beforehand. 

“How did this happen anyway?” he inquires as he leans away from the kiss. 

“Bradley, you’re 28 years old. If you don’t know how babies are made, we’ve got some serious problems on our hands,” I laugh, thankful for the chance to lighten the mood a little bit. 

“Oh shush, I definitely know how this happened. Trust me, I can’t forget that. I just meant, when did this happen? Do you know?” 

“I’m thinking,” I pause to give him a quick peck on the lips before continuing. “It happened that weekend we went up to the cabin. I guess we just had impeccable timing.” 

We both smiled, thinking back to my surprise weekend getaway that Bradley took me on.  

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As the weeks went on, our little secret became hard to hide. We knew that we didn’t want to announce it until I was at least 12 weeks, but between morning sickness, food aversions, and me coincidentally being named DD every time we went out, I knew it was only a matter of time until some nosy friend found out. It’s exactly why we decided that tonight was the night. Everyone we loved - including Maverick, Penny, Amelia, Phoenix, Hangman, and the rest of the Dagger Squad - was supposed to be gathering at our house for a night of celebrations. The past few weeks have been filled with exciting news, from Bradley getting the instructor job, us getting ready to move into our new house, and Phoenix and Hangman getting engaged, so we knew that it was the perfect time to add a pregnancy announcement into the mix. 

The night went off without a single hitch, and soon enough it was time for me and Bradley to execute our plan before everyone began to head home for the night. 

“Hey, guys!” Bradley yelled at the group of people gathered inside our living room, all immersed in various different conversations. “Summer wants everyone to get together and take a picture together before you leave and we move out.” 

Thankfully, my forcing everyone to take a group picture wasn’t completely out of the norm, so the group all stood up without any questions. They gathered into one big group as I propped up my phone against a vase, praying that no one would question why I was recording a video instead of using a self-timer. As soon as I hopped in the frame next to Bradley, I gave him a smile and a nod, and he then announced our little secret to our friends. 

“Everyone say ‘Summer’s pregnant!”

A chorus of “Summer’s pregnant” began to ring out around us. It was clear that nobody (besides Penny) fully processed what they were saying until Phoenix screamed “Oh my god! Wait! What?”

Everyone turned to face me and Bradley, and shocked expressions were splayed across their faces. I just smiled back at them and nodded. Amelia was the first to break the silence. 

“You’re having a baby?! I’m gonna be an aunt??” 

Bradley gave her an affirmative nod, and she ran over to me, almost knocking me off my feet as she enveloped me in a tight squeeze, while the rest of the crew let out some cheers and shouts of congratulations. Penny and Maverick came over to join our hug and I felt positively wrapped in love, both physically and emotionally. 

From my position of being surrounded by my honorary family members, I could see Hangman and Bob giving Rooster some rendition of an alpha male hug mixed with congratulatory high fives. They seemed excited, and I know that those two are going to be great uncles. 

“I can’t believe Baby Goose is going to have an actual baby,” Maverick says, tears glistening in his eyes as we step away from the tightest group hug I have ever experienced. “I still remember the night Carole and Goose told me they were pregnant. It was about this time of year too, 29 years ago. Wow, I just can’t believe it.” 

“I know, Mav, I’m still processing it myself! Ask Penny, I’m still freaking out every time we talk about it,” I nod my head toward Penny, who is laughing at the whole conversation. 

“Wait, you knew already?!” Amelia chimes in, clearly upset that her mom didn’t spill the beans to her until now. 

“Knew? I was the one who told her she was probably pregnant, and I bought the tests for her. It’s gonna be okay, Mills, don’t-” 

I take this opportunity to step away from the group and walk over to where Phoenix is sitting on the couch. I’m just excited that my best friend finally knows the secret I’ve been keeping for a while. 

“How far along are you? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Are you finding out the gender?” she asks quickly, barely giving me a chance to comprehend each question before she spits out the next one. 

“I’ll be 14 weeks on Sunday, I’m due in the beginning of July. Trust me, I wanted to tell you right away, but Bradley and I decided to keep it to ourselves for a little bit, just to make sure that I was in the clear, because my family has a history of miscarriages and complications. Of course we’re finding out the gender! I have an appointment in a couple weeks for an ultrasound, and we’ll probably find out then,” I explain to her, all with a smile on my face. She pulls me into a hug, which I gladly return. 

“Oh, Summer. I’m so happy for you guys. You really are going to be the best parents.”

“And you are going to be the best aunt to this little bean ever. Although, I might have to get a bigger size in those bridesmaid dresses we talked about. I have a feeling I won’t be fitting in my usual size by the time April rolls around,” I reply with a laugh, which was quickly interrupted by Bradley and Jake. 

The two men had decided that right then would be the perfect time to sit down on the couch beside us girls and wrap their arms around us, rendering ourselves useless and forcing us to stay put on the couch while they discussed all the things they’re planning on teaching our baby. I shot Phoenix a look. From that look, we both came to the agreement that there’s no way we were going to get out of this conversation anytime soon, meaning that the only way to beat them is to join them. 

“All I’m saying is that if it’s a boy, I’m gonna teach him how to play football. I wasn’t the #1 quarterback in my entire county for nothing!” 

“Jake, all I’m saying is that my kid is not going to play football. We know how all those concussions seriously jacked up your brain, and I am not putting my child through that. Besides, we’re a baseball family through and through, so no matter the gender, this kid’s gonna learn to throw a ball before they can even walk.” 

Bradley fistpumped at my response to Hangman and kissed my temple. “That’s my girl.” 

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Two months later, we were over halfway there to meeting our sweet baby girl, and my bump was getting harder and harder to hide by the day, which meant that it was time to tell my students the news. I knew that I needed to share the news with my girls, Emmie, Stella, and Julie first, or else I would never hear the end of it from them. 

“Girls! Come over here, I’ve got something to tell you. Wait, actually before I tell you, you guys are some of the only people on campus besides admin who get to know this. I’m not announcing this to my classes until tomorrow, so keep it on the DL, alright?” 

 They all nod as Julie says, “Of course, Mrs. B, your secret is safe with us.”

“Okay good, are you ready?” 

They nod, anticipating the news, even though all three of them already had a knowing smile across their faces. 

“I’m pregnant!” 

Thinking that they’d respond with some cheers or some other positive reaction, I'm a little surprised to just see them smile, as if this was some old gossip they’ve already heard. 

“Oh, we know! We figured this out a while ago. We’re very excited for you, but we definitely knew already. ” Stella replied very matter of factly. 

I breathe a sigh of relief, thankful that they finally know,  while simultaneously looking at them confused as to how they’ve already known this. “Wait, what? How?”

Emmie jumps in. “Um, for one, you’re glowing. Two, you’ve been wearing baggier clothes lately and haven’t worn any of your usual dresses. Oh, and three, we may or may not have seen you looking at a Pinterest board that was so perfectly titled ‘Baby B’s Nursery’. You’re not as good at keeping secrets as you think you are, Mrs. Bradshaw, especially from us girls.” 

“Well, dang. I guess I gotta work on hiding these things better. I applaud your great detective skills, ladies,” I reply with a laugh. 

“It was all Emmie, that girl is good,” Julie replied, giving a smile to the girl on her left. 

“You can thank Taylor Swift for that. It’s her fault I spend all my time deciphering her little easter eggs. Maybe I should become a detective.” We all laugh at her comment. 

“Speaking of Taylor, if it’s a girl, can you please name her after our lord and savior?.” 

“Okay, so, I actually am having a girl! We haven't fully decided on her name and want to wait until she’s born to officially name her, but I think we’re leaning towards naming her Caroline. Bradley’s mother was named Carole, and mine was named Catherine, so it’s a good combination of both. BUT here’s the thing, I may or may not have suggested two middle names that may or may not have some sort of relation to Taylor.”

 These girls crack me up with their love for the singer, but I’d be damned if they doubted my love for her as well. I mean, I did go home and blast Enchanted for three days straight after I met Bradley, and I did find at least three different ways to incorporate Taylor Swift into my wedding day.

“Ha!” 

“Shut up, did you really?! What are they? What does Lieutenant Bradshaw think of them?” 

“I had suggested James or Drew, because I love the idea of using traditional boys' names for a girl, and because James was my dad's name. Bradley actually loves them, and I think we’ll probably use James as a middle name for sure.” 

“Wait; I know how James relates, but what about Drew?” Emmie inquired, looking a little confused.

“Um, Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he can’t see? Teardrops on my Guitar? Maybe you shouldn’t be a detective, Em. you should be ashamed of yourself,” Stella answered her friend with a very “Duh!” tone, which I couldn’t help but laugh at. 

The rest of lunch was spent chatting about all the baby details, including how I found out, how I shared the news with everyone else, as well as other potential baby names (“I’m just saying, Emmie is a really great name for the baby!”). 

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The last on my list of people to share the news with was the rest of my students, and I knew I needed to tell them, especially as the end of the school year and the start of my maternity leave neared. Since my girls and the majority of the staff at Westview found out the news today, I decided to just tell them the next day.

My 11th grade history classes were excited when I told them the news, but the real fun began when it came time to tell my 4th period government class. I’ve taught the majority of these students before, back when they were in my other history classes, and I even knew some of them from when I did my student teaching at the middle school they attended. I knew that they would have a little bigger of a reaction than my other classes, so my anticipation as killing me. As soon as they walked into class, I had a couple students notice that I was smiling more than usual, but I just kept my response simple and told them I had something to share with them. 

As the bell rang and my class settled down, I walked to the front of them room, and greeted them as I normally do. 

“Good morning, good morning! How are we doing today?” The majority of the class groaned, gave me a thumbs down, or said something along the lines of “I’m dying” or “I am physically unwell” and to that, I just nodded understandably.  “Well, okay then. Sorry to hear that you all are dying. Should I call an ambulance? Maybe LifeAlert?” This got a couple laughs from my students. 

“Okay, so, before we get started on today’s lecture, I have some news to share with you and a couple things to talk about pertaining the rest of the school year.” 

“Are finals cancelled? Are we done learning things for the year? Please tell me it’s something good!” one of the boys, AJ, called out from his seat in the back of the room. 

“Um, no. Unfortunately, you guys still have to take your final, but the announcement does have a little something to do with when you’ll be taking it. So, since you guys are seniors, you’ll be taking the rest of your finals two weeks earlier than the rest of the school, but for my class, I’m going to be having you take your final a week before that,” I explained, looking around my students before continuing. “This is because I won’t be here during the last two weeks of school, as I’ll be leaving-” 

I’m cut off before I can continue. “Wait, are you leaving us? You’re really gonna ditch us?” 

“No, no. I’m not ditching you guys. Well, actually, I kind of am. I will be starting my maternity leave then.” 

“Hold up, Mrs. B. You’re pregnant?” Jeremiah called out. 

The rest of the class erupted into a cacophony of noises, ranging from gasps to shouts of excitement to even one student yelling out “You’re growing a whole ass child inside you?”, all of which I couldn’t help but laugh at. 

“Hey, watch your language, buddy.  But, yes. I am growing a ‘whole child inside of me’, one that will be arriving in the beginning of July.” I instinctively reach for my ever-growing belly, as I continue to explain the situation to my students. “So, because of this whole child inside of me, I have to use a little bit of my maternity leave before school ends, which means you have to take your final for this class early, just so I can have it all graded and finalized before I leave. As much as I hate to make you do that, and for me to have to miss out on all the end of the year activities, I’m required to take at least a little bit of my maternity leave or else I can get in some trouble,” I explain with a laugh. 

Even though I shared the news with the girls yesterday, I can tell that they didn’t really think it through, as evident by Stella asking nervously, “Does this mean that you won’t be at graduation?” She seemed hesitant to ask, and I could tell that her worries were rising. 

“I might be on maternity leave but that doesn’t mean I’m banned from attending. I will be there, I promise. I would not miss your graduation for the life of me,” I explain, hoping to ease her nerves. The rest of the class sighed in relief. 

“Alrighty, now that you all know the news, does anyone have any questions before we move onto today’s lecture?” I ask, hoping to change the subject. When no one raised their hands or shouted out, I took that as my opportunity to move on with class. “Okay, if you guys have any questions about your final or anything, you know where to find me. For now, let’s get started. We’re going to continue taking a look at some of the landmark Supreme Court decisions, so pull out your guided notes from yesterday.” 

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That night, after Bradley and I got home and ate some dinner, we sat down on the couch to continue our nightly tradition of watching a couple episodes of our latest tv show. 

Snuggling into his side, I looked up him and whispered, “I can’t wait until she’s here.” 

He rubbed his hand over my stomach as he kissed the top of my head. “I just can’t wait until I can sit and snuggle with both of my girls. I love you both, so much.”

“We love you too, B.”

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[twosroos]

meet the bradshaws

( bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fem reader )

authors notes: me?? writing an x reader? oh my god im lowkey freaking out, this is so out of my comfort zone I hope it’s okay D: !! it’s a bit short because I ran out of steam and I’m not used to x readers at ALL.

for this au Goose is paraplegic and uses a wheelchair or a rollator !!

main characters: nick “goose” bradshaw, carole bradshaw, bradley “rooster” bradshaw

tws: talks of injury, rollator/wheelchair use, self-doubt, a few sex jokes/references to sex and/or sexual actions but no “on page descriptions”

Despite Carole and Nick living in San Diego, you’d never actually met them face to face. And, despite Bradley promising you that his parents would love you, you felt absolutely terrified. Goose was regarded as one of the best RIOs Top Gun had seen-- according to Hondo and Warlock, so you thought it was natural to be terrified of the man. Okay, maybe it wasn’t, because you’d heard such nice things about him, but all you could think is that you’d somehow screw this up.

This was a huge deal for Bradley, who you’d only been dating for about a month now-- since the mission was over and your squadron was stationed somewhere away from his, so you could date without being reprimanded by the higher-ups. No fraternization was a pretty good rule, but damn hard to follow.

But as the weeks had winded down, Penny had called you about having a party at her house for the pilots and her family, since the medal ceremony and dinner would be the day after. You’d agreed, even after feeling all party and ceremony-ed out before you found out the Bradshaws were gonna be there.

You were totally, perfectly, normal and not absolutely dreading your meeting with them. Everything was normal, and fine, and no you were not about to cry over this stupid dinner. There was no reason to be so stupidly stressed!

To distract yourself from spiraling-- and to make sure you were on time, you slipped on a modest but very flattering baby blue floral sundress, one you knew Bradley adored and one that made you feel good. It hugged you perfectly, and was loose at exactly the right points, making you look like a runway model (as you boyfriend had said before trying to slip his hands under the skirt a few nights prior) You had chosen the bathroom as your getting ready area, Bradley taking the bedroom because really all he had to do after his shower was change.

You pinched the dresses fabric, unrolling it from where it had tucked in on itself when you’d slipped it on as there were three knocks place on the bathroom door. Once the skirt was settled and modest, you nodded to yourself.

“Come in, hon.” You called, leaning across the sink to put in these beautiful golden set stud diamond earrings Bradley had gotten you for your birthday only a few weeks back. As soon as Bradley could see you he wolf whistled, leaning next to you to kiss your cheek as he wrapped an arm around you lazily.

“You look amazing, baby.” He murmured against your skin, kissing your cheek again, then lower to your neck, and then your collarbone, and you laughed.

“Maybe later, Bradley.” You took one hand to gently place on his neck, pushing him back from leaving any stray love bites on your skin. He awed softly, jokingly pouting, before quickly pressing a happy chaste kiss to your lips as he slipped behind you, moving to his side of the double vanity in your bathroom. Newly renovated thanks to you.

“My mom is so excited.” He comments as he grabs some gel to put in his hair, you smile softly, watching as he styles himself for a moment before rummaging through your makeup bag to grab your lipstick from the counter. It was Bradley’s favorite shade, a dark pink color that complimented your skin beautifully.

“I’m more nervous than I thought I would be.” You sigh, leaning across the vanity again to apply your lipstick. It was just going to be a dinner at Penny’s house, with Maverick and the rest of the squadron to celebrate their successful mission. You shouldn’t have been as stressed as you were, it was stupid to be so stressed. But you felt seconds away from a breakdown.

It was getting harder to see through glassy eyes, and you had to quickly finish up your lipstick and blink away your tears forcibly. Though, you can't hide anything, because Bradley pauses when he sees your tense face and turns, wiping his hands off on a towel before gently grabbing your face,

“Hey, relax,” He murmurs, “I promise it’ll be okay. My mom can be a lot when she’s excited but she says and does everything with love. Every single day this week she’s been asking me if you’re coming and she’s-- according to my dad, atleast, been dying to meet you since I told them we were dating.”

“But what if something goes wrong?” You blink up at him, trying not to cry, “What if they hate me? Or think I don’t deserve you?” 

He frowns at your tears, leaning down to give you a soft kiss to attempt to cheer you up, it doesn’t work as well as he thought, “My mom already loves you, and I promise, If Maverick likes you, my dad will too, I promise.” 

You sigh, wringing your hands out, “okay, fine.”

“Yes.” He says, grinning as he adjusts your necklace so it lays flat on your neck, “It’s fine. Everything's a-okay.”

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Bradley’s blue Bronco rumbled to a stop, the old engine clicking as Bradley turned the key and sat back for a moment. Then he turned to look at you with a soft, goofy, smile as he grabbed your hand off the shifter and kissed your knuckles. Something he always did after driving with you, or at any red light.

“Ready to meet the Bradshaws?” He asked, though it wasn’t really like you had a choice. He was clearly so excited, by the way his grin made his eyes crinkle fully, and he let out a giddy laugh.

“Yes, I’m ready.” you reply even though you very much aren’t ready to meet his parents. He grins even bigger somehow, giving you a quick kiss, before slipping out of his door. You lean down to collect your bags, your purse full of your swimsuits for later in the night after dinner, as he opens the door to let you out. As the door swings open, he hold out his hand and you gratefully take it as he helps you hop out of the Bronco and onto the street. As you look you can see Maverick’s bike parked behind Penny’s car with Phoenix’s Pontiac, Hangman’s truck, and Payback’s SUV all in a line parked behind an old Ford pickup. So, hopefully, everyone else was already here, nd it would help you alleviate any awkwardness.

Your stomach twists at the sound of loud laughter from the back deck you don’t recognize. It’s feminine, and not Phoenix’s low cackle, Amelia’s loud laugh, or Penny’s chuckle, meaning it has to be Carole. Plus, who else would have a laugh exactly like your boyfriend’s?

The only thing passing through your brain is how terrified you are, you don’t even notice Amelia waving from the side gate, announcing, “Rooster’s here with Y/n!”

Fucking Goddamnit.

Not a moment later, a blonde head of hair pops next to Eden and the woman is undoubtedly Bradley’s mother. She has the same green eyes, the same goofy loose smile, and even though you’d seen in pictures just how much Bradley physically looked like Nick, you could also not ignore the way he moved his face exactly like Carole. God, these parents had strong ass genetics.

“Oh! My baby!” She called and Bradley immediately flushed, making you want to start laughing, but your nerves held you tight in silence. You couldn’t even break out a smile as Bradley pulled you across Penny’s driveway towards his mother who waited patiently.

“Mom. We talked about this.” He says as you two walk up the sidewalk to the back gate where Carole stands, Amelia long gone and into the noise of the backyard and the house, which has its windows open, letting the late August breeze inside.

“I’m sorry!” She immediately says, “I just wanna meet the girl who makes you so happy! You talk about her all the time, Bradley!”

“Hi Mrs. Bradshaw.” You manage to say after a moment, “Sorry, I’m just a bit nervous.”

“Oh honey, you have no need to be so soft! I’m probably the loudest one here other than my own husband--,” she cuts herself off with a laugh and suddenly a wave of confidence washes over you since she didn’t immediately reject you, “Ugh, are you a hugger? I need a hug from you, you look so cute in that dress! Isn’t that the one you wore to that Squadron dinner a few days ago?”

“I am a hugger,” You laugh softly, stepping up to accept her tight hug as she beams, “And yes, I did wear this.”

As you step back she grabs your hands, scanning you up and down with a far-off smile, “God. I’m so glad Brad was able to find a girl like you, beautiful, smart... and so so kind! I’ve herd so much about you! I can’t-- ugh, I’m gonna cry.”

“Ma,” Bradley laughs awkwardly as he shifts behind you to grab your shoulders, “You’re getting overwhelming--”

“You flatter me.” You grin, immediately coming out of your shell at the compliments and trying to steer her away from breaking into tears because that would be worse, even if they are happy tears, “Bradley talks about you all the time. He says how much we act like you and your husband, from the singing to the loud flirting-” you laugh, “I’m so glad you like me, Mrs. Bradshaw.”

“Please, call my Carole honey.” She says, bringing you in for another hug (and grabbing Bradley by the sleeve of his Hawaiian shirt this time) as she squeezes the two of you in her arms with a loud laugh, “I’m just so excited to meet you, Y/n.”

“Yo, Roost!” Hangman leans over the deck railing, causing you all to look up, “Penny brought the piano outside for you!”

“Alright!” Rooster yells back to Hangman as the two fo you exchange greetings.

“Can we sing, Bradley?” You turn to look up at him and he laughs, squeezing your hand as he smiles down at you. When you look at him, you can feel the lovesick expression that crosses your face, and if Carole growing more excited by your ide tells you anything-- she sees it too.

“Of course, honey.” He grins, “But let’s talk to my dad first, yeah?”

“He’s right inside with Maverick, they’re making the steaks and stuff for tonight.” Carole waves you on, and the two of you walk up the small metal ramp Maverick had clearly put up over the decks stairs with some ratchet straps. Inside there’s a bit more hustle and bustle- Amelia’s beating Hangman in Wii Sports, Phoenix is helping Penny string up some lights, Payback is watching Hangman lose Wii Boxing with a grin on his face and a Tito’s cooler in his hand, while Fanboy and Coyote bet over some pool game with the rest of the crew. Bradley walks you in, Carole bee-lining for the kitchen before the two of you can make it there. Then, you hear loud laughter, before someone’s slowly walking their way out with a rollator in front of them.

“Bradley, Y/N!” the guy smiles and you instantly know its Nick based off that fact he looks exactly like Bradley- or, you guess, Bradley looks like him. And because you’ve seen his face in about a hundred pictures by now.

“Hey Dad, this is Y/N--” Bradley goes to introduce you before Nick’s crossed the room and gently pulled you into his arms. You happily accept the hug, letting him squeeze you a bit before he steps back and does the same look over assessment Carole had done.

“Wow. Brad really scored with you.” He comments as his legs start to shake a bit, “I’ve heard nothing but good things about you, hon, and I’m real glad you decided to come meet us.”

“Dad, your legs.” Bradley softly reprimands and his father scowls, clearly not liking the fact Bradley’s interrupting him. He’s so much like his son it makes you instantly smile.

Nick scrunches his face, “I’m having a moment, Brad.” 

“Nicholas.” Carole chimes, motioning to the seat of the rollator and he sighs, stepping back to sit down. You don’t hesitate moving with him, sitting him down on the rollator and making sure he’s secure before letting go and stepping back.

“Thank you, honey.” Nick said, flashing you a soft smile, before you’re able to respond, Amelia’s pulling you away to play Wii Sports, and you have to offer them a rushed goodbye as she tugs you, shouting, 

“You’re basically my sister now! Come on, Y/N!”

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You see Carole again when everyone gets in the pool much, much later into the night. Amelia’s napping on the deck, Maverick and Penny sitting up there with her, and you and Phoenix took to personally taking off the cover of the hot tub connected to Penny’s pool and setting it up. As you guys rest in it, she tells you about her family coming up and enjoying their time in California, before you regale a story about Bradley crying over a Romcom. The two of you laugh, relaxing in the warm water, before Carole comes up.

“Mind if Nick and I join?” She asks and Phoenix beams, standing up as she says,

“Let me help you get him in.” 

You stand up as well, and Nick rolls over in his wheelchair. Once the electricity is turned off, Carole walks up next to him and helps him stand up so he can slowly slide into the hot tub. Once everyone has settled,  Phoenix says she’ll go grab everyone another round of beers from the fridge inside and slips out of the hot tub. In the downtime, you watch as Bradley tackles Hangman in the grass besides the pool as the rest of the squadron plays dogfight football, Coyote cheering them on as they rough house-- luckily this time it’s all for fun and not because Bradley and Jake actually fighting.

“He’s so happy.” Nick comments, “I thought he’d never smile that wide again after Mav and I pulled his papers... I still feel awful.”

“He doesn’t hate you for that, y’know?” You comment softly, turning to his parents in the water, “He’s still a bit mad about it, and probably will always be, but the initial sting is over.”

“Yeah.” Nick leans back, letting the water soak up to his neck, “I just wish I’d never had the accident in ‘86. If I hadn’t, he’d probably be a captain or something by now.”

Carole rubs his shoulder, “But look at it this way, he’s flourishing now?”

“He is.” you say and Nick shrugs halfheartedly before Bradley’s jogging over and leaning over the wall of the hot tub to steal a kiss from you before he says,

“The pianos out of tune, so we’re just gonna use karaoke. Feel free to sing along, okay hon?” He murmurs and you grin, stealing a chaste kiss from him.

“Of course, stud.” You whisper, and pretend not to hear Carole’s breath catch in her throat as you watch your boyfriends face redden. He clears his throat, splashes a bit of water at you jokingly, and then is taking off across the yard where you hear Penny asking for music suggestions. The first few are older songs-- Metallica, Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, then a few newer songs (where you find out Natasha has turned Jake into a Lizzo fan when she comes back with Michelob Ultras) before the song comes on.

And as the first few piano keys hit for Great Balls of Fire, you laugh and point to Bradley as Carole cheers. You realize one of the things BRadley had kept from you, his parents were also fans of the song the two of you sang together every time you went to the Hard Deck. So as Bradley lazily wraps his arms around you over the side of the hot tub, and you watch as his parents sing along you smile to yourself.

Yeah, you liked them. And you knew now, they liked you back.

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Revenge, a dish best served cold Pt. 2

Warnings: minor errors, smut 18+, dry humping, fluff, angst

A/N: As requested by the vast majority (1 person) I aim to please. Sorry this took so long I had writer's block, but I'm back. I could be persuaded to write a couple more snippets for this.

Summary: Snippets of the progression of you and Benny's relationship.

Word Count: 3.2k

In the past month you had been dealing with the fallout of two broken relationships. Surprisingly Kevin was the one to give you the least amount of trouble. Though in the beginning he begged for you back saying you two were even now. Vanessa was the absolute worst, she ran crying to mom and dad omitting all of her wrongdoings in the process. 

Luckily after calling to find out what was going on, they saw the full picture. Your dad thought the two of you were old enough to work it out yourselves. Your mom thought you guys needed a push in the “right” direction. She just couldn’t stand watching the two of you like this. 

She may mean well but it didn’t stop you from pulling away from her because she just wants peace. She asked to meet up with you for lunch at their house you accepted, thinking she wanted to apologize. Instead you’re met with the last bitch you wanted to see, Vanessa.

“Look both of you have done some unsavory things in the past few weeks so why don’t you both apologize to each other.” Your mother looked at you and Vanessa full of hope. 

“I don’t see what I did wrong and I refuse to apologize to her. I also don’t appreciate being called here under false pretenses because you want to play peacekeeper.” You refuse to sweep this under the rug and make your mom understand that.

“She's right. Vanessa, what you did to your sister is absolutely disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself. You wouldn’t be in this position if you didn't sleep with your sister’s boyfriend.” Your dad spoke up on your behalf, not appreciating the mediating role your mother has taken on.

“Two wrongs don’t make a right, isn’t that what you taught us?” Vanessa flounders for a viable defense. 

“If that’s your defense you might wanna sharpen up if your plan is to be a lawyer's wife or his mistress.” You’ll spare no feelings when it comes to her, not anymore. 

“You know you were never gonna be Kevin’s wife, I mean you work in a fucking book store for God sake. He was embarrassed when he told people what you did for a living.” Vanessa hit below the belt yet again this time though you won’t back down. Your parents look on in shock at how quickly this turned sour, your mother wanting to intervene but your dad stops her. 

“Fuck you and him for thinking that doing something I enjoy is embarrassing. I don’t want to work in the corporate world or become a doctor. I'm happy just working in a bookstore. Unlike you I am happy with myself and I don’t need to sleep with other people’s boyfriends to prove how desirable I am.” At this point the both of you are standing with your hands on your parents dining table, facing each other. 

“You’re just jealous and you know it, I’m going to get to be everything you want. You’ll just be stuck with Benny who couldn’t commit even if his life depended on it.” Vanessa doubles down on her stance.

“You can have Kevin, I promise you you’ve just left a vacancy for his next side chick though.” You decide to go for her jugular. “Are you sure Benny didn’t want to commit or did he just not want to commit to you? It seems I’m not having that problem.” You lie through your teeth implying you and Benny 

You see the tears well up in her eyes at the implication that you and Benny are together, it may be a lie but she still deserves it. 

“Alright girls I think that calls for an intermission, Vanessa why don’t you go to the store-” Your dad's sentence being interrupted by you.

“That’s ok I’ll leave, Benny’s expecting me soon for dinner.” You add in to torment Vanessa. 

On your way out you hear your sister crying and yelling why she was the one asked to leave, you can’t help the smile that grows on your face. Benny’s gonna get a kick out of this when you facetime him. 

……….

At first it was really emotional having to navigate all of this, despite your revenge plot you still had to go through the grieving process. Twice. Benny proved himself to be exactly what you needed. He would let you cry while he held you close to his chest, he’d watch love island with you just so you had company, and he would take you out on dates. You didn’t call them that even if it was obvious that’s what they were. 

Currently you lay back on him while he watches a football game and you read. His hand has inched its way up your thigh slowly throughout the game. Add in that he’s already had a couple beers and you know he’s gonna get frisky sometime soon. You find a stopping place and put your book down to ask him a question. 

“What team are we pulling for again Ben?” You turn your head to look at him, awaiting his answer.

“Dallas Cowboys baby.” He reminds you without taking his eyes off the 72 inch flatscreen. Not knowing much about football you just give a nod and go back to reading. You get very into the pages as the main characters are finally about to have sex. Reading the descriptive words has your legs rubbing together subconsciously, you’re so caught up in your book you don’t even realize the game went to commercial. Or that Benny has been reading the sex scene with you. 

Benny loves reading the filthy eroctica you buy off amazon, not only does it give him ideas he gets to spend more time with you. But with the way your legs are rubbing together he just can’t help himself. He feels you up by rubbing the inside of your thighs until he reaches your apex.

He notes the speed of your breath increasing into quiet pants. Wanting to kick it up a notch he cups your pussy from behind causing you to slam the book against your chest and whine for him to stop teasing. Benny smirks at how easily responsive you are to him, basking in the way it feeds his ego.

Although he isn’t done teasing you he wants to give you some relief by taking his hand and slipping it under your lounge shorts. He takes two fingers and rubs your pussy above your panties. The small wet spot that was already there quickly grows with how good his hand feels rubbing back and forth on your clothed clit. But the pace stays the same, it feels so good but you need more. You face your book down on the cushion next to you, steadying your hands to rock into his hand. You throw your head back and let out your moans unabashed, loving the way your underwear and his hands feel together. The football game is long forgotten.

Benny studies the way your mouth opens focusing on how he loves the curve of your lips. He studies the scrunch in your nose that becomes more prominent the closer you get to orgasming. He studies the way your back arches away from him and into his hands, using him to get off. He studies your pert nipples peeking out from one of his old shirts. Benny realizes in this moment, as odd or perverted as it may seem, he loves you. Like he is full on in love with you. 

You find yourself getting closer and closer to your peak and your breathing reflects that. But the rug is pulled out from under you when Benny takes his hand back. You’re on the verge of crying from the loss until you feel him dip into your underwear. His rough fingers circling your clit directly have your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You feel his soft lips pecking your shoulder while moving further up. 

Benny knows you're close by how your pants become even more frantic. Your eyebrows knit together as the tension in your body starts coiling up like a spring waiting to be released. It explodes and Benny loves watching the way that relief floods your face. Your face is the epitome of bliss, the tension rolls off your body and you slump against Benny. He notices you are about to fall asleep and he reaches over to grab a blanket for you. He marks your book and sets it on the side table before returning to his game.  

………

“Baby we’ve been sitting here for 5 minutes.” Benny gently lets the implication hang in the air. You on the other hand were about to run out of the car just to avoid going inside the bar. The bar that held Benny's closest friends and his brother. All of whom wanted to meet the girl that took Benny “ladies man” Miller off the market. You.

It’s not that you don’t want to be with Benny, it’s the fear of being vulnerable again only to be left heartbroken. Meeting his friends is a serious step, one that reminds you this isn’t…

Benny’s hand reaches for your chin to turn your face to his. “Talk to me. Tell me what that pretty little head is overthinking now. Is it your purse because I don’t think they’ll notice it’s fake.” 

You crack a smile despite your best efforts, “Nothing really, just that I’m nervous because this is getting serious and I know that what happened won't be repeated but like the fear is still there. Y’know?”

The way he gazes in your eyes you can see he understands how you feel. “Yeah I know it’s like the memory haunts you even though you know you’re safe. But you know I wouldn’t do that, especially not to someone I love.”

Something in the air feels like it’s frozen, no noises, no people, just you and Benny lost in each other’s eyes. He said it so casually you think he doesn’t even realize what he just revealed. You can’t even tell him you love him too before you rush him. In your haste you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a messy kiss. Nevermind the fact that you were probably getting lipstick all over his mouth. 

You nip at Benny’s lip causing him to let out the prettiest moan. Taking that opportunity you let your tongue slide into his mouth, licking all over his. He doesn’t take long to catch up either. His big, veiny hands clasp around your waist pulling you into his lap. You take the opportunity and start rocking back and forth like you were riding him. Your clit was aching from how your denim shorts and panties rubbed against it. You moaned into his mouth while picking up the pace. 

The both of you lost in each other like you were in a bubble. But that bubble popped. A loud knock on the window feels like cold water being poured over you. You turn to see one of the men that frequented Benny’s instagram, the curly salt and peppered hair cluing you in that it’s Santiago. His cackle carried through the car window, causing Benny to look up at you with a lazy grin. 

You immediately peel off of Benny to check your makeup before you get out, unwilling to embarrass yourself further. You turn to Benny assessing how much lipstick you got on him but he’s already wiping it off with a makeup wipe. Stunned you asked him when he got those, and he tells you around the time you guys first started fucking in his car. 

As you both get out Santiago is still laughing but you go to introduce yourself. Before you can he fixes you with a knowing look, “Benny already told us all about you honey, never a picture though,” he turns to Benny with a look before coming back to you with an arm around your shoulder. “I’m Santiago but you can call me Santi, Pope, or Papi whichever feels natural.” 

“You really gonna try to steal my girlfriend from me after you just caught us dry-humping?” Benny jokingly put him in a headlock before you all head inside. 

The inside of the bar was warm, not just in temperature but in feeling too. When you reach the table you’re met with two more men and it’s obvious who. Will is the easiest to decipher and Frankie right next to him with that same oil hat. Benny introduces you to the group despite him already telling them everything possible about you. And vice versa. You go to sit down and Benny pulls your chair out for you causing your face to heat up.

The guys notice and chime in with a chorus of “Awww''. You notice everyone has a drink and Benny is quick to ask what you want. He gets up to go to the bar and you almost go with him but he pins you with a look. You look up at the three men before you and smile awkwardly, though it may just look like you’re baring your teeth. 

You’re curious to know what Benny told them about how you guys met so you lead with that. “So what did Benny tell you about how we met?” 

“Honestly not much he did say you were his ex’s little sister, but he didn’t say which one.” Frankie looks to see if you’ll give him a hint. You don’t, but Will won’t let you off the hook that easy. 

“You know you look an awful lot like Nessa from his high school days, they were on and off constantly.” Will observes. 

“Unfortunately that is my sister but we aren’t speaking right now.” You worry that you may have over shared but it’ll all come out eventually so you tell them the full story. “6 months ago I was dating this guy, Kevin, and I had got off of work thinking I’d surprise him with dinner because he’s a law student.” You take a breath before continuing. “I pulled up to his house and Vanessa’s car was in his driveway. I didn't want to believe it but it was true. I was so upset and I wanted to make them feel how I felt, so I got drunk and DM’d Benny to see if he’d want to um have revenge sex with me.”

“Damn.” Santi was the only one who spoke, Frankie and Will both looked at you with slightly widened eyes. Benny didn’t tell them all that. 

“Yeah when they caught us fucking on the couch Ness- Vanessa and Kevin were so upset they claimed I took it too far and left crying. Your brother hasn’t left me alone since.” You look at Will specifically. 

Santi's face holds the expression of a proud father, Will and Frankie have faint smiles that they hide behind their beer. Benny finally makes his way back with your drink and his beer. Before he can fully sit down Santiago tells him, “I like her.”

“She told you about the revenge sex thing didn’t she?” Benny smirks since he already knows the answer. The guys nod while you sip on your drink. 

“What do you do?” Frankie awkwardly asks. 

“Like a job or hobbies?” Although you ask, you decide to answer for both. “For hobbies I really like reading and writing that’s why I got a job at a bookstore. I unofficially get free rein on all new selections, as long as I finish them before customers buy them all.” You end your ramble excitedly.

“Really? I like reading too. What's your favorite genre?” Will butts in curious about your shared interest.

“Oh uh romance mostly but I do enjoy a good mystery, thriller, or sci-fi. I actually just got done with one called Taken to Voraxia it actually has all 4. What about you?” You ask him.

“I mostly read non-fiction but I can’t say no to a good sci-fi book myself.” Will answers while scratching the back of his neck. 

“We just got a shipment of a new sci-fi series and the author is coming to read a chapter next week, you should stop by.” You offer. Will smiles and tells you he’ll check it out.

As the drinks keep flowing you become more and more comfortable around the guys and join in on their banter. You know you’ve made an impression when you get Frankie to spit out his drink from laughing. You look over at Benny to find him already staring at you, there was something familiar about that expression. He’d been looking at you like that for a month and after the confession in the car you register that it’s love. 

………..

The bell on the coffee shop door chimes and you look up to see Benny, he makes a beeline to where you are sitting. It’s the same table you sat at when you first met. Before you can even fully get up he wraps you in a bear hug telling you he missed you. It had been a few weeks since you’d seen him and you needed to talk to him. 

You’d already ordered his coffee and motioned for him to sit down. “I wanted to talk about something you said when I met the guys a few weeks ago.”

Benny looks at you with knitted eyebrows, “I’m gonna need you to specify sweet pea.”

“You said you love me or more specifically you said ‘I wouldn’t do that to someone I love’. Are you like in love with me or did you mean you care for me?” You twiddle with your fingers as you ask the question. 

Benny takes both your hands before telling you, “I meant I’m in love with you. I know you may not feel the same and it may take some time bu-”

“I think I’m in love with you too.” You blurt, not wanting him to think he had to convince you. “I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up because we’ve been in this limbo for a while. We do couple things but I was scared to actually ask, and be vulnerable like that again. I think I’m ready though and only because it’s you.” Even you want to cringe from how cheesy that sounded, but it was the truth.

Benny wastes no time grabbing the pack of your neck to kiss you. He immediately moves his mouth with yours while playing with your hair. He goes to slip his tongue in but you push him away breathlessly. Your lips are puffy and your eyes glazed over with want for him.

“Benny! We’re in public, there’s like kids here.” You chastise him quietly even though he smirks at you like he’d do it again.

“So?” He questions as if seeing nothing wrong with tongue-fucking you in public. “Just to be clear we are dating now, exclusively.” He tells you. 

Even though this started as a means to piss off your sister and ex, Benny truly is everything you want and more. He’s attentive, giving, and patient. He helped you through a breakup and a familial betrayal, he didn’t have to. After all, he could have dipped out once it was all said and done. Although unconventional, the build up to your relationship was perfect. He saw all the raw parts of you and still wanted more. 

“When do I meet the family?” Benny asks causing you to snort coffee out of your nose. Of course he helps you clean it up, but not without laughing at your misfortune. 

It doesn’t matter anymore to you but you got what Vanessa will never have, Benny’s devotion.

[mikeys-thighs]

Somethin’ Right Here

Bishop x Reader

Summary: uhh Bishop and Reader get parent-trapped after their fight. Slight Canon-Divergence

Warnings: slight language & arguing, mentions of alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Thanks everyone for the support on the 1st part! It was much appreciated. No use of y/n or any gender pronouns. I will put translations for some of the Spanish if y’all want...

Part 1 | Part 2

“Fuck me,” you groaned, throwing your head back.

The first thing you saw when you got out of your car was the dark green bike parked in the driveway. If you hadn’t let Izzy know that you were here, you would’ve left. You briefly thought about coming up with an excuse and bailing, but brushed it off. You couldn’t ditch Izzy on her birthday. There was also a possibility that he was just stopping by and not staying for dinner, right? It didn’t matter, you were here to have dinner with Izzy and Marcus. You took a deep breath and walked to the front door. Izzy answered the door with a big smile on her face.

She pulled you into a hug, “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“I wouldn’t miss your birthday, prima. Also, you told me to bring cake.” You teased hugging her back.

She rolled her eyes and led you into the house. Bishop and Marcus, who were sitting at the table, both turned to you when you entered the dining room. A flood of emotions washed through you as soon as you made eye contact with Bishop. He seemed surprised, and a little annoyed, that you were here. You forced yourself to look away after a few tense seconds. So much for never seeing him again. It was the first time you had seen each other since the fight a week ago. Izzy refused to meet your eyes as she took the cake to put it in the kitchen. Oh, she definitely set this up.

You willed your body to move further in the room. Marcus stood and gave you a half hug and a kiss on the cheek. One look in his eyes confirmed that dinner was a not-so subtle setup. You forced a smile and pat his back, before taking the seat next to Bishop, who hadn’t stopped staring at you. But the lack of emotion on his face made him hard to read. You don’t stop the look of annoyance that crosses your face as he takes a heavy sip from his flask though.

Izzy offers you some wine and you eagerly accept. There was no way you were going to get through tonight sober. You didn’t hesitate to chug half the glass.

“Before we start, I would like to thank you both for coming tonight. Izzy and I really appreciate it,” Marcus started. “I know things have been rough lately, and I’m glad that we could set aside those differences for tonight at least.” He continued and from his tone it wasn’t a request.

Bishop snorted and you instinctively smacked his arm. He sent you a questioning glance and you sent him a pointed glare back. He let out a small “tch” and took another swig from his flask. You turned your attention back to your friends and chose to just ignore him for the remainder of the night. Silence filled the room while everyone filled their plates with the different dishes and started eating.

The silence soon turned to light conversations that thankfully did not cover anything too personal. It did however allow you to focus on awkward this all was. Things were so bad that your friends felt the need to force you guys back together. Bishop was avoiding all of it, and solely focused on eating and drinking. A call of your name let you know that you zoned out. You looked at Izzy with wide eyes and let out a “huh?”

“I asked if you had a dream vacation. I said going to see Machu Picchu would be exciting.” She repeated for you.

You let out a small laugh. “Sorry. Machu Picchu does sound exciting. As for me, uhh there is two actually. I have always wanted to visit the UK; you know see the sights. The second is to visit some of the more haunted places in Mexico, specifically La Isla de las Muñecas. I’ve always been into that kind of stuff so, for me it would be cool.”

“No, it sounds like it would be fun.” Izzy reassured you. “Doesn’t it Obispo?” You both turned your attention towards him. He, like you, had not been paying attention. He was too busy brooding. After a moment he answered.

“I guess, but Cariño a haunted tour really?” He said in a chide tone. “You wore a rosary the first time you watched that La Llorona movie.” It was true you had done that, but you had a perfectly valid reason; which you voiced.

“I didn’t want to risk her somehow following me home!” You defended. It was a very genuine fear you had despite how irrational it sounded. Any Latino, or someone raised around Latinos, knew to be afraid of La Llorona.

He snickered and was about to respond when Marcus discreetly kicked him under the table. Things were getting awkward and tense again, with no end in sight. At least Bishop hadn’t tried to start another argument. It was quiet for a few minutes and unfortunately started to think. You mainly focused on the emotions you had felt earlier. Sure, you were still pissed at Bishop and his hurtful comments kept echoing in your head, but there was more. Under all the heartache and anger was love and a desire to fix your relationship. If there was even a relationship to fix, that also needed to be discussed. NO! You may have been reasonably upset at him and your actions were more than justified, but deep down you knew that you still loved Bishop and wanted to be with him… maybe. It also felt nice to have him semi-talking to you again. Although it wasn’t nice that he was still choosing to be an asshole. God this was so confusing, having emotions sucked.

“So, are we going to discuss the elephant in the room before or after we cut the cake?” Izzy finally asked. She had hoped it would have happened naturally but she underestimated how stubborn you and Obispo could be.

You tensed up at the question. You had really hoped that it wouldn’t get brought up. It was a dumb thing to wish for when you knew this conversation needed to happen. You finished off your second cup of wine to avoid the question just a little longer. You didn’t even know where to begin. Izzy more or less knew your side of things because you had vented to her about it, and most likely told her husband about it.

“There isn’t much to discuss, Iz. Somebody got their panties in a twist over nothing, and threw a fit,” Bishop quipped, leaning back in his seat.

Anger flared in you at his comment; was he being serious? He truly was something else.

“You can’t be serious! Nothing, really? You were flirting with somebody else, Bishop. That’s not nothing.” You rebuked, turning to face him.

“It didn’t fucking go anywhere. I don’t see how me flirting makes me the bad guy in this situation. When you were the one the called off our engagement.” He seethed. The quick rise and fall of his chest were enough to tell you that he was just as fired up as you were.

“You told me that you couldn’t stand to be around me anymore! What the fuck was I supposed to do?” You argued back. “Also, nice to know that you were hoping flirting with that bitch would go somewhere.”

“I-I never said that! C’mon Cariño, you know I would never cheat on you.” He lamented.

Something changed in him after he said this. You could practically see the disdain for you leave his body with each breath. Which in turn drained the fight from you as well.

“Yeah, I know, but things between us have been off for months. I feel like I barely know you anymore,” you sniffled in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. “Fuck Bish, I didn’t even know you changed your mind about marrying me.” You put your head in your hands to avoid looking at anyone. The heal of your palms pressing into your eyes to keep the tears at bay. How did you end up here? God, this was torture.

A small “oh” from Izzy caught your attention. You lifted your head and raised an eyebrow at her. She just nodded her head in Bishop’s direction. You slowly followed her gaze and looked at Bishop. He had pulled his chain out from under his shirt. It was the St. Michael one you had given him on your first anniversary, for protection. There resting next to the pendent was your engagement ring, both swinging as he held them out to show you. You felt your heart stop as a small gasp left your lips. Tears welled in your eyes again. It was a small gesture, but it was practically everything to you. It told you that he still cared and possibly wanted to fix things. Izzy and Marcus quietly excused themselves to give you some time alone.

He let the chain go and took a hold of both of your hands. His thumbs rubbed soft circles over your knuckles as he looked you in your eyes. The deep brown of his were once again filled with emotion. You could easily see the love he still had for you swirling in them.

“Mi alma. I need you to know that I do want to marry you. It’s just that things didn’t work out so well the first time, and I don’t want that with you. So, the whole big wedding and reception scares the hell out of me. Instead of talking to you about it I bottled it up until I couldn’t anymore. I’m so sorry I hurt you the way I did. If you’ll let me, I promise to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. You’re my everything, Cariño.” He confessed resting his forehead against yours.

Once again you couldn’t stop the tears from falling except this time, they were happy tears. There were still some things you needed to work on, but now you knew it would work out.

“We need to work on communicating better.” You joked. He laughed in agreement, before he cupped your cheeks and tried to wipe your tears away. You closed your eyes and sighed. “We also need to have a deeper talk about everything else, although I can tell you that I am willing to compromise a little on the wedding. Don’t think you are off the hook yet either. I plan to hold you to that promise. So, hold onto my ring just a little longer.” He laughed again and started to get up from his seat.

“Wouldn’t expect anything else. Now whaddya say about heading home?” He asked holding his hand out for you.

You slipped your hand into his, reveling in the feeling of having his calloused hands in yours. He led you to where Marcus and Izzy were “hiding” in the kitchen. They were pretending like they weren’t eavesdropping and you were going to pretend to believe them. You tried to apologize for fighting during her birthday dinner, but she stopped you. She half expected it when she invited you both. Goodbyes were said and soon you were heading home.

Once home you went about your normal routine of getting ready for bed. Your am-staff, Benito, refused to leave Bishop’s side the whole time. It had been just as long since he had seen him. Soon you were snuggled up in bed with your two boys, Benito squeezed himself between you. You stifled a laugh as Bishop tried and failed to get him to move.

“Come on, Benny, help a dude out. I want a goodnight kiss or two.” He groaned out, when the brindle-colored dog let out a small whine.

“To be fair he spent the last week listening to me curse your existence, so he is doing his job as my protector,” You whispered in the dark room. You made a show of kissing Benito’s big head with an exaggerated ‘mwah’.

“Traitor,” came his sarcastic reply. “Good night, Cariño. I love you.”

You leaned over Benito and in the process of trying to balance yourself so you were hovering over Bishop, you accidentally smacked him. You chuckled, before apologizing and caressed his cheek. Your thumb traced over his lips and he was quick to kiss it. The moonlight peeking through the curtains illuminated the room just enough. You slowly lean down to press a kiss to his soft lips. It was meant to be a quick little peck but Bishop had other ideas. His rough hands gently held the back of your neck to keep you from moving. The feel of his plush lips on yours again was low-key intoxicating. You both seemed to be pouring all your love in the kiss to try and heal all the heartache the fight caused.

“I love you too, Obispo. Good night,” you breathlessly whispered as you finally pulled away. You settled back on your side of the bed and fell into a peaceful slumber.

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[sinsandsuccubus]

28 Reasons - Jack Harlow

Context: “Ooh-ooh, I'm breaking every rule”; “I want to keep tormenting you”

Genre: angst

Word Count: 1,200+

Pairings: Jack Harlow x Toxic!Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating, 16+

A/N: I got this idea from a K-pop song by Seulgi called “28 Reasons”. If you’d like to listen to the song or get the gist of the story through the lyrics, here’s the link!

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Masterlist ☽☾

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“28 reasons that ruined you, you don't have to know”

“I have no bad intentions”

You didn’t have exactly 28 reasons to torment your best friend’s ex. But considering how their relationship ended, it was enough to feel into 28.

As you sat across from him at the dinner table, you wondered what your best friend had seen in him that had her head over heels. That made her damn near commit herself to a hospital over the breakup.

Your hands sat in his, his fingertips running along your knuckles, a promise ring sitting nicely amongst your right-ring-finger.

You’d probably pawn it before you headed back home. Help pay for your flight.

“You know all 28 reasons to run away”

“So, why are you leaning into me again?”

6 months and 14 days.

28 weeks.

196 days.

196 days you spent with the bastard. Jack had no clue who you were, and you intended to keep it that way until the end.

Your best friend always mentioned who you were, but never showed your face, waiting for “the right time” for him to meet you.

Thank God that never happened.

A quick fake ID from a close friend at home, dyed hair, and a new name had you feeling like a new woman. Which was also the point. You wanted to break his heart into shards, make him feel the pain she felt.

You were pretty sure he was in love with you. Especially considering the gifts he bought you, which you also intended to pawn. Or keep, maybe.

But you definitely didn’t feel the same. That was the whole point.

“Unfamiliar attraction.”

“Look at you helpless, feel so bad.”

You in fact did feel kind of bad, but at the same time, you thought it was funny. Funny how weak he was. Funny how he was so stupid to believe the little lies you told him.

“I’m from another country, France.”

You took French in college, enough to speak fluently for this purpose.

“I’ve always wanted to see America. I never got the chance, my parents are so strict.”

Your parents let you travel abroad. They also let your Aunt take you to a bar at 16 with a fake ID.

“I’ve always wanted to date an American boy.”

After this trip, you were CERTAIN you were a part of the Alphabet Mafia. You already considered yourself bi-curious, why not make it permanent?

“I’m a virgin.”

You were definitely NOT. Your body count was fair, but being a virgin? Not on your bingo card.

Overall, it was worth it. Worth it to see the pain on his face when he found out exactly who you truly were, which wouldn’t be long. As he had already paid for your meal, which was expensive by the way, and was preparing to take the two of you back to his hotel for “alone time.”

Alone time. What a perfect time to break the man who broke your bestfriend.

“I will show you heaven.”

“I'm not the devil.”

The lingerie set you picked out made you feel sexy. You felt, even more, sexier going off of the simple fact that Jack thought he was going to get some tonight.

In his wildest dreams.

While he was in the bathroom, you texted your best friend to let her know the room number and advise her how to get the key card. You also set your phone up to begin recording without Jack noticing. Eventually, he stumbled out of the bathroom, claiming to be excited about the fun you two were getting ready to have.

Yeah, the next few minutes we’re definitely going to be fun.

“I swear, I need you, my desires are growing”

“I'm playing with you like a kid”

“Hovering like your shadow and whispering to you”

“I'm your light and your darkness”

You pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him, licking up his neck as he moaned out.

“You’re really good at this. You sure this is your first time?”

You smiles at him, making your way down the bed, to his jeans, undoing the buckle as you slid them off, his hard-on straining in his boxers.

“I’ve watched a lot of… stuff..”

He chuckled, making eye contact with you as you played with the waistband of his boxers.

At that moment there was a knock at the door, Jack sitting up in the bed.

“Huh?”

“Room service!” The person announced, before you replied allowing them to come in, your French accent slipping. Jack looked at you in confusion as you slid off of him, standing back as your best friend came in, phone in hand, the camera on as you panned to you, then to Jack, shaking her head.

“Y/N? Y/BF/N? What’s going on?” Jack asked in a panic, moving to find his jeans, which you had conveniently tossed to the other side of the room. Swiftly you slipped on your old outfit, swapping out the heels for a pair of sneakers your best friend brought for you.

“28 reasons you don't have to know”

“I have no bad intentions”

“(Do you just love the pain?)”

“I played you. I played you, Jack, like a goddamn video game, and damn was I good at it, call me the MVP.” You laughed, moving to stand by your best friend.

“Y/N… this isn’t funny.”

“Oh, it definitely was. Watching you fall for me, become infatuated with the idea of being with me, being in love with me, while I felt nothing for you. It was amazing. The highlight of my year.”

You could see his face grow red as a tomato, veins beginning to bulge from his neck.

“Why the fuck would you do some shit like that?! What kind of sick person are you?”

“Sick? You’re calling me sick? My best friend was in the hospital because of you, and you didn’t care! Even when she reached out to you. Even when she told you she loved you, you went behind her back and cheated on her just like it was nothing. How you claimed to not know her in front of the woman, knowing damn well you were with her a few hours before. How your best friend kept that dirty little secret for you. How you thought that was okay. That’s fucking sick. So, I played the game. I made you fall in love with me, just like you made Y/BF/N fall in love with you. And I broke your heart, just like you did to Y/BF/N. Jackman Thomas Harlow, a fucking man whore who doesn’t know how to keep his dick in his pants. Doesn’t feel too good, does it?”

Jack remained speechless, making you laugh as you grabbed your belongings, picking up your phone to shut off the recording.

“You’ll regret this.” He spoke as you moved towards the door, now sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Oh, we won’t. Trust me. And don’t try anything,” you tapped your phone, “I have all the memories. Just in case.” You slid out the door with your best friend, running down the stairs and out the hotel's side door. You felt good. And you hoped she felt better.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Your bestfriend spoke, tears in her eyes.

“Of course.”

“Unfamiliar attraction”

“Look at you exhausted, feel so bad”

“I will show you heaven (I'll show you)”

“I'm not the devil”

“Feel free to hate me more, I don't care”

“The more you break the more you'll want me”

[woniebunny]

JARED CAMERON x Y/N ONESHOT

A/N: Hey guys!! It’s been a hottt minute since I posted anything. I’ve genuinely been so busy with work and uni and lots of moving 😅. Life has just been a lot and finding time to write was kinda tricky but hopefully going forward I’ll be a little better at it. I did have one user ask about me potentially writing something separate about Jared and his imprint and I actually really liked the idea and finally got around to it so hopefully you guys enjoy it!

3 weeks. 3 weeks is how long it’s been since I’ve avoided you. 3 weeks of trying to ignore how much I miss our conversations or your laugh or even just your presence. 3 weeks of pretending Im okay and feeling guilty for not being able to be honest because how do I tell the most important person in my life that I’m falling for the one person they want a chance with more than anybody else. 3 weeks of feeling like the worst best friend in the history of best friends. *Ring ring ring* and there goes the last bell signaling the end of the school day and effectively bringing me out of my thoughts. I gather and pack up all my things and start heading out the door to meet Kim as per our usual routine of walking home together. As I go to put my things in my locker I can hear someone stopping next to me. “Hey would you wanna go get ice cream on our way home?” I start asking Kim as I shut my locker only to turn and come face to face with the last person I wanted to see at the moment. Jared Cameron. “Sorry I thought you were Kim, what’s up?” He doesn’t respond for a minute or two, just continues staring at me. “Cameron?” Looks like he snapped out of whatever trance he was in. “Sorry, I was just wondering if I did something wrong or if you’re mad at me?” “Huh? No Im not, why would you ask that?” “Well I haven’t really seen or heard much from you the past weeks so I guess I was just curious” “oh guess I’ve just been busy and we haven’t really been partnered recently, but I’m not mad.” “Oh okay… cool” as he starts nodding his head and awkwardly giving me a thumbs up, it almost makes me wanna laugh as I feel my lips fighting to lift. “In that case I was wondering if…” “Y/N!!!” He pauses and I whip my head around hearing Kim yelling to me as she runs up. “Im so so sorry I got held back a few mins cause some kids were blocking the door but I’m ready if you wanna start heading home and… oh hi Jared I didn’t see you there” Kim says as I see her slyly giving me a questioning look. “Hey Kim, I was just asking her a question about history class. Hope you guys get home safe.” “Thanks! Let’s go Y/N!!” She replies as she grabs my arm and starts running to head home. I can feel him watching us as we leave but I keep my focus on Kim. It’s about a 10 minute walk, 15 since we stopped for ice cream along the way, before we reach Kim’s house and she invites me in. “Oh Y/N honey how are you? How are your parents?” Asks Ms.Connweller as we’re passing through to get to her room. “We’re good Ms. Connweller thank you for asking” “that’s good to hear, well dinner should be done in about 20 minutes if you don’t mind staying, you know we love having you over” “that sounds great Ms.Connweller thank you” “of course dear, now why don’t you girls go relax in the meantime” and that was our signal to head to Kim’s room. Soooooooo my precious Y/N, do you wanna tell me what that was about?” “Pardon? What’s what about?” “Jared Cameron talking to you by your lucky, which I’m so sorry for interrupting by the way I didn’t mean to” “no no it’s okay, like he said he was just asking about class.” “Hmmmm” “what do you mean hmmmm?” “I think he was gonna ask you out” she giggles. What. “What do you mean?” “Girl did you not notice how he was staring at you when I took you away, not to mention he was in the middle of talking to you, and it’s not like you genuinely talk to anybody beside Embry and I… so yeah all clues are pointing to him asking you out! Oooooohh this is so exciting, I’ve never seen you go on a date it’d be so fun to dress you up!” What. The. Hell?? “You’d want me to say yes to Cameron? Seriously Kim?” I ask staring at her like she’s crazy. Isn’t she in love with him? Is this a trick?? Why would she be happy? “Well I mean if he asks you then yeah! It’s about time you get a boyfriend and he looks like he’s genuinely into you which a green card in my books” “wait but aren’t you into him Kim? Wouldn’t that be wrong..?” “Huh? Girl I just thought he was cute like major eye candy like Embry for example but I’m not actually into him haha” she starts laughing.

“Wait did you think I was genuinely in love with him?” “Uhh.. yes?” I answered more like a question unsure of what’s happening. “Lmaooo girl nooo eye candy haha he’s all yours if you want him. Besides I’m talking to Axel at the moment I thought you knew?” Oh. My. God. “Oh” “wait, is that why you’ve been avoiding him since your guys group project? Awwww you’re such a sweet best friend but seriously if you don’t get with that boy I will slap you cause he’s very obviously in love with you” “I was cause I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship and mess things up” “and I appreciate that and guarantee it won’t even if I did like him like that you should know I’d never make you choose. You’re my sister Y/N forever and always and I love you and support you no matter what. So please please please do me the big favor of getting with him” “hahaha okay Kim, I love you too, forever and always” “Girls dinner is ready!” Ms.Connweller yells from downstairs. “I’m glad we had this talk now idk about you but I’m starving, let’s go eat!”

The next day at school as I’m standing by my locker again I feel someone stop next to me. Now knowing that Kim was 100% okay with anything happening between Jared and I, I feel a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Maybe that’s why I don’t hesitate to close my locker and immediately turn “Hey Jared, what’s up?” “Hey Y/N, I know this is kinda random but we got interrupted yesterday and I was just wondering if maybe you know you would like to go out with me?” He rambles really quick and closes his eyes and turns his head like he’s waiting for me to yell at him. “Like a date?” “Huh? Oh yeah, uh like a uh date? If that’s okay?” “Okay” “Wait okay? Like okay yes?” “Yes Cameron lol okay yes. I’d love to go on a date with you” he starts smiling and practically bouncing in place “oh oh my god, I, wow, oh you actually said yes I am so happy I promise I will make it the best date ever okay I will see you later!” He goes to leave but I stop him “hey Cameron, don’t you kinda need my number to tell me when and what time the date is and to find out where to pick me up?” “Oh yeah, sorry I got excited” as he sheepishly scratches the nape of his neck and handed me his phone. After putting in my number and watching him excitedly leave almost tripping over another student when he turns to wave at me one last time, I don’t stop myself from letting out a laugh and smiling this time. I just know he’s going to make me the happiest girl in the world and the best part is I didn’t even have to go looking for him. I guess I have the moon goddess to thank for that.