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brunchable · 2 years

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Part 1 - Drawn to You || Doctor Strange x f!reader.

Word count: 2.7K

Warning: References to Multiverse of Madness. Flirtatious Banter, First meeting, mild profanity.

A/N: This will be my first full story and this will be following the storyline of Multiverse of Madness while adding my own twists in it. I hope you enjoy!

***Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else***

Dandelions - Part I: Drawn to You

Context: Stephen meets you at Christine's wedding, to his surprise, he finally found the girl that he couldn't impress.

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•••

You sat comfortably in front of a well-lit vanity while the make-up artist Christine hired for her wedding did your eyeshadow. You could hear Christine sigh for the fifth time in a row, and you took the opportunity to peek at her while the artist grabbed another brush.

“Christine, are you okay? You can’t seem to stop sighing.” You asked softly and reached over to her chair to place your hand over hers.

She let out a nervous laugh as she shook her head and stared at her reflection in the mirror, “Yeah, I’m just feeling all sorts of emotions right now. One minute I’m excited and the next I’m a nervous wreck.”

“Oh love, that’s normal. Just take a deep breath. This is you and Charlie’s special day.” Emilia, also one of the bridesmaids, gave Christine some reassurance. There was no doubt in your mind that the look in Charlie’s eyes every time he sees Christine, was something you’d love to have as well someday.

“Mhm, plus he’s so whipped for you, I can’t imagine him getting cold feet.” You nod your head while you trace a heart in the air with your fingers, causing Christine to laugh.

•••

The Bride's party has gathered outside of the cathedral, waiting for the organizers to provide you with further instructions. You and the other bridesmaids were standing in line by the door looking very sophisticated in your tulle Bardot dresses and the small bouquets of flowers that you each carried.

When the doors to the cathedral opened, everyone got ready for their turn to make their way down the aisle. As soon as the song "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Kina Grannis started playing, the guests turned in their seats to see the bridesmaids as they made their way down the aisle, one by one.

You were the last maid to walk. You find it kind of funny that you were supposed to get married too but everything changed after you blipped, and now you think fate is mocking you by making you walk as a bridesmaid at all of your friends’ weddings.

Your train of thought was cut short when the event organizer asked you to proceed on your way down. When you entered the room, people's eyes fell on you, so you made sure to keep your head up and flash a faint smile. You tried walking as gracefully as you could while keeping time with the song, and the short train of your dress trailed behind you as you went.

While you were making your way towards the altar, you daydreamed about the day when it would be your turn; you pictured the person who would be waiting for you at the end, and you imagined that everything would be perfect.

When you reached the altar, you stood at the very end next to your friend. You were both anticipating Christine's entrance; you had the brightest smile on your face as you watched your friend walk down the aisle, filled with overwhelming joy that she had at last found the person who was meant to be her partner for life.

•••

Stephen got a letter from Christine inviting him to her wedding. After reading the invitation, his heart shattered, and he even considered not going because he still had feelings for her. However, because of their history together, he didn't want to disappoint her any further by not attending the wedding. Thus, there he was present in body but not in mind, suffering through Dr. West's tragic life story while seated a few rows from the back of the room.

The song began with an instrumental part played on a guitar, and everyone, including him, turned their heads as the bridesmaids began walking down the aisle. Stephen recognized several of the bridesmaids due to the fact that the majority of them had worked alongside him and Christine in the past.

Stephen looked down as the music broke out into the song, fully expecting that it was going to be Christine's turn to walk down the roe-petal-covered aisle. He was mentally preparing himself for the pain of seeing Christine in a white dress. What he wasn't ready for was the fact that you made him lose his breath.

You had your head held high, holding the flowers close to your chest. You had your hair done up magnificently, and it showed off your features excellently. Your eyes reflect the sunlight beautifully, making them shine brighter.

‘Wow,’ he thought. Stephen was so drawn to you that his eyes, head then body followed your figure as you walked past him. He had this feeling like he had known you for a very long time, because you looked very familiar to him. However, he was unable to recall how or why he got that impression from you.

You had no idea that Stephen's encounter with you had been completely captivating for him. You didn't pay much attention because he was just another face in the crowd.

You were attentive to the ceremony that was occurring before you, and while Christine and Charlie exchanged vows to each other, you still wore that same smile on your face.

You couldn't help but feel that someone was watching you. Your eyes shifted away from your friend for a moment, and you locked eyes with Stephen, who was seated at a distance and observing you with curiosity.

You quickly averted your gaze and pondered the subject of his gaze, 'What is he looking at?’

You switched your gaze back to him, and even now, his eyes were fixed on you. You made a gesture to Stephen that meant, "What are you looking at?" by having to raise your eyebrows at him.

You were aware that he laughed and turned his gaze away from you at that moment. After moving your bangs out of the way, you focused your attention on the couple in front of you. You sneaked a peek to see if the man was still watching you, but to your relief, his attention had moved on to something else.

•••

Amongst the crowd, you held the bride's bouquet while you watched Christine and Charlie cut the cake; once again, you were the one who caught the flowers, even though you avoided it. You slammed the flowers over the counter, and you asked for some shots.

"Two shots of tequila please." The bartender looked a bit concerned at your request, "What?" you asked.

"Isn't it too early?" He asked.

"To be all up in my business? Definitely. " You retorted sarcastically, your eyes glistening with sarcastic humor.

"Ouch. Can't I worry about my cousin? Jesus (Y/N)." Eric pretended to be hurt. Thanks to your recommendation to Christine, he was able to get this job.

"Don't worry about me, worry about your... eyebrows." Your eyes scanned his face and noticed his eyebrows were unkempt, which was unusual.

"OK. Now that's a low blow. " Eric turned around to get you a bottle of tequila to drink, "Are you alright though? I've seen healthier corpses. " He asked and slipped the shots of magic gold liquid that would make you forget all your miseries.

You let out a breathy chuckle at his comeback, "I'm stoked, look what I got." You picked up the bouquets and waved them lightly.

"Again? And still, you're not married." Eric scrunched up his face.

"I was supposed to, but then I got dusted, remember?" You smiled bitterly at the memory and wrinkled your nose. Eric wasn't paying much attention to you as he formed a naughty smirk on his lips as he looked over your shoulder.

"Tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed bachelor at twelve o'clock, approaching you as we speak. It looks like the flowers are doing their magic." Eric leaned over the counter to whisper to you and winked at you before beginning his slow retreat.

"Don't you dare ditch me!" You demanded but Eric didn't give you a chance to threaten him.

"You're not the only guest here, so good luck." Laughing, he turned his attention to the other guests.

"Is this seat taken?" The man asked, he got a breath of the last cigarette on his teeth, which turned you off.

"No, go ahead." You said as you took your shot while glaring at your cousin.

It was then that the man cleared his throat and took his position next to you, his body slightly facing your direction, saying, "I must say, you took my breath away when you walked down that aisle."

You furrowed your brows and stared at him suspiciously. Then you noticed he was one of the groomsmen, "Thanks, I tend to have that effect on people."

He laughed and offered you a hand to shake, "I'm Richard, Richard Rider." You simply took his pointer and carelessly shook it, which made the other person laugh even harder.

"Nice to meet you, I'm (Y/N)." You smiled. You found him very handsome, but you weren't interested. You were more interested in the conversation you were hearing behind you.

"I wish it would've been different– I never stopped caring about us, but I had to make sacrifices… to protect you, I’m sorry." You heard Strange say to Christine. You discreetly turned your head to make sure you were hearing things correctly.

You were too interested in eavesdropping, you couldn't pay attention to what Richard was saying. As your friend made it clear to Stephen that they were never going to be able to work things out between them, you were shocked. Oof, that one probably stings. You were not aware of the fact that the thoughts you were thinking were representing the expressions you were making.

"Why not?" You heard him ask. The fact that he didn't object during the ceremony was a surprise to you.

"Because Stephen… you have to be the one holding the knife, and I've always respected you for it but I couldn’t love you for it."

Your peripheral vision allowed you to catch a glimpse of the couple, and you could make out Christine leaving. You pretended that you weren't listening as you grabbed the bottle of tequila from the bar and poured some for yourself.

“... I was wondering if I could have your number?” Richard asked, “(Y/N)?”

“Huh?” Your attention landed back on Richard, who was anticipating your answer.

“Your number?” He repeated, “Can I have it?”

"No." You spat before you even paused to think.

“Oh. Okay, this has never happened to me before... Um, can I ask why?” Richard tilted his head, as though he were offended.

“It’s because she isn’t interested in you, dipshit. Get a clue.” Strange, who was now in a sour mood, butted in. It looks like you weren’t the only one eavesdropping. He was so taking his frustrations out on blondey.

“Excuse me, I don’t remember you being part of this conversation,” Richard replied to Stephen in a smartass tone.

“And I don’t remember her wanting to take part in one with you, let alone give you her number.” Stephen was quick to refute. You sat quietly, your gaze ricocheted between them.

Richard scoffed, “Who do you think you are?”

“Doctor Strange.” Stephen proclaimed arrogantly, as he stood in front of Richard, and he smiled mockingly at him, “Now you know who I am, you’re free to leave the lady alone.”

He looks at you, rolls his eyes, and then walks away without another word.

“Wow, just Doctor Strange, huh?” You blinked innocently, not knowing what to make of what just happened.

“What did you expect me to say? Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist?” Stephen then took a drink of the martini that he had ordered for himself.

“Are you?” You cocked your head to the side.

“Am I what?”

“A genius, billionaire, playboy, philantropist?”

“Billionaire and playboy? Nah. A Genius and a Philanthropist? Yes.” Stephen moved over to the seat that was on the opposite side from you.

“Really? And what things have you done to help create a better world? Doctor Strange?” You asked as your eyes drifted downward and your fingers traced the edge of your glass.

“Protecting our reality, not to brag, but I also helped you dodge that cotton-tip.”

“Oh… so you’re that Doctor. Why do I sense that you have some ulterior motive?” You narrowed your eyes at him because he felt compelled to bring up the fact that he rescued you from Richard.

Stephen was about to take another drink, but he paused to laugh, “A woman of intuition? I guess I can’t hide nor deny that I feel somehow attracted towards you.”

You couldn’t hide a flattered smile at his boldness, and to be fair to Stephen, your conversation with him has turned to be far more interesting than that guy Richard.

“Is that why you were staring at me during the wedding ceremony?”

“Maybe.”

“I usually don’t go for my friend’s exes.” You blurted out and glanced towards Christine, who was slow dancing happily with her husband, using it as reference, “Or men who has a lot of baggage to unpack.”

It seemed to Stephen that you had been listening in on his recent conversation with Christine. "You eavesdropped?" he asked.

“I wouldn’t call it eavesdropping when you’re literally right there, where I can hear everything. What do you want me to do? Block my ears and sing?” Leaning on the table, you mimicked his raised eyebrow and placed your chin on your hand.

Stephen chuckled to himself, “Fair enough.”

“Mhm.” You replied. There were a few moments of silence before Stephen opened his mouth to speak.

“So what kind of man do you go for? Asking for a friend.”

“I already told you.”

“No, you told me what kind of man you don’t go for.”

“Take the opposite of that and what do you get?” Your lashes flutter as you smiled smugly knowing you caught him at the corner again.

Stephen was about to oppose you, but you came to accept that you had a point, so he just nodded.

“And tell that friend of yours that I still remember the night he stood me up when Christine set us up for a blind date a few months ago.”

Stephen cocked his head to one side while thinking back to the time he decided not to show up for a blind date, his eyes widening in surprise when he added things up, “That was you?”

You nodded, “Yup, surprised Doctor?”

“Dumbfounded.” He confessed, and the air between you suddenly felt awkward and cold.

You snorted and shook your head at his reaction. It was visible to you the moment where his soul left his body, knowing that he had just blown his shot, “Don’t worry, I’m over it. At least I got to eat some great steak that night. Nice try though, Doctor.”

You smiled at him like you had won an award and patted his shoulder. You stood up to leave, but before you could, he stopped you, “(Y/N)? Right?”

“Yes, remember that name okay?” Your lips curled into a confident smile, leaving him by the bar to join your friends. Stephen, on the other hand, was left with his mouth ajar. He had the urge to bang his head on the table for his previous choice.

“I must say, I felt some chemistry there.” Eric who had been drying off glasses the whole time while you and Stephen were exchanging banter in front of him, commented.

“And who are you?” Stephen narrowed his eyes at the younger lad.

"Hello, I'm Eric—" A loud crash from the street interrupted Eric's words. As Stephen rushed towards the balcony, with a glass of martini in hand, he watched chaos unfold in the streets, caused by something unseen for the naked eye.

Before putting the glass back on the server's tray, he downed the alcoholic beverage immediately. He reached into the pocket of his blazer and pulled out his cloak, then leaped over the railing and twirled off the balcony. His cloak landed on his shoulders as he transformed into his blue tunic through magic.

You peered over the guardrails as Stephen plummeted down, his cloak carrying him straight to the source of the trouble. You attempted to make your way through the crowd of people that were heading in your direction so that you could make a quick escape back inside.

You hurried quickly down the hallway while undoing your hair and letting it fall over your shoulders by itself. Eric chased behind you and grabbed your wrist to try to prevent you from going. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"I will try to help."

"Are you crazy? You have absolutely no idea what kinds of abilities you possess yet!" Eric got closer to you while yelling at you in a whisper.

•••

"Well, if that's the case, I guess we'll find out today!" You quickly removed your arm from Eric's grasp while giving him a wink.

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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When will you bless us with more surgeon dabi 🥺

All AUs of Dabi I've ever created (and some that I haven't posted yet) always live in my mind rent free. So here's my most recent thoughts on Yandere Surgeon Dabi.

I'm imagining Dabi being in a bit of a good mood for once but that's flushed down the drain the moment he sees you laughing at a joke your colleague told you. Your male colleague. The opposite gender. The gender you're attracted to-

Anyways, it pisses him off and he decides to rain on everyone's parade, including yours. He gives the whole floor more patients and more grunt work, and you? You're given a verbal bitch slap for "goofing around" instead of doing your work. You try to defend yourself "Dabi (only you are allowed to refer to him with his first name) I was just laughing at a joke Simon told-" and Dabi just glares at you and says "oh yeah? Well, I don't really see what you're laughing about when your patients have been dying left and right. That's funny, isn't it? You fucking up general patient care and causing someone's loved one to die. Haha, love that my resident is truly shining." And he ignores the way your face fells and tears start forming in your eyes. "Get your fucking act together, Y/n."

Dabi went on with his hissy fit for over 2 weeks. He gave you dead end patients, signed you up for double shifts at the trauma ward, made you work overtime, had you assist him during surgeries even when you were on the verge of passing out from exhaustion, berated you in front of others even if you didn't do anything wrong and he still never forgot to bring up how your mistakes cost patients lives.

It was starting to get to you. Your body needed a break from the physical workload and mental beating Dabi was making you endure. At some point, you think you even lost your balance and ended up hitting your head against the sharp edge of a table. It hurt like hell and your friends suggested you to at least get a CT scan to make sure everything is okay. However when you went to the elevator to go down to CT, Dabi was already inside the elevator and asked why you were leaving his floor. When you said you were going to CT, he just blasted off again and asked you why you thought you could leave his patients in someone else's care when he put you in charge. So then you returned back to the wards and continued working.

Your body was getting tired and your eyes had even started twitching- a clear sign of your lack of sleep. You knew your body was close to shutting down and you also knew what Dabi's answer would be when you asked him to let you go home for the night.

He scoffed. "You need a break? I just finished up a 10 hour operation on your patient. The least you could do is monitor her until she wakes up. Or I can't you trust you not to mess up this time either?"

So you stayed the night, drank way too much coffee and energy drinks and kept a close eye on the patient. She woke up the next morning, and you had the nurses check in on her after you left. But you were far too tired to drive home, so you decided to sleep in the staff room. Only your head had just hit the pillow when your pager beeped.

"OT 3- STAT!"

You rushed off to the operation theatre because you knew that's the one Dabi was in charge of. And you didn't need him giving you trouble for not showing up.

You scrubbed in as fast as you could but the moment you stepped in, Dabi began scolding you for wasting precious time. Then he yelled at you to get your ass over here and start helping him instead of standing there idly.

The surgery went on for 10 hours and everything went fine until it was time to close him up. The patient suddenly went into cardiac arrest and no amount of drug Dabi injected him was helping. Just as Dabi was ready announce the time of death, you suddenly broke the patient's ribs and grabbed his heart and began giving it a cardiac massage. Everyone was in shock at what you'd done, and Dabi was ready to give it to you when suddenly they heard a pulse.

The heart began beating again and the patient survived. You grabbed the tools from Dabi and began closing him up quietly. And in that moment, Dabi really did admire you as a medical professional.

However, Dabi wanted to view you as more than a workplace buddy, that's why he was still mad at you.

"Y/n!" He yelled when you were washing your hands. "What the hell was that?! You don't get to make decisions like that without asking me first! That patient could've died on the table and I would've ended up with long paperwork to cover your ass-" Dabi stopped talking when he noticed you weren't moving. Face blank, body still, Dabi called your name over and over again before reaching over to nudge you. But that small poke had you tipping over and falling to the ground.

"Y/n!" Dabi immeadiately rushed to your side. He turned you over, trying to wake you up while checking your vitals. The commotion had some nurses rushing in. As soon as Dabi caught them, he pointed at them and yelled at them. "Get a fucking gurney here NOW!"

Turns out you'd passed out because of hypovolumic shock. But to get hypovolumic shock, you'd either have to lose a lot of blood or have internal bleeding when you're seriously injured.

After Dabi had stabilised you, he'd begun interrogating the few friends he'd allowed you to have on his floor and that's how he found out about your head hitting injury.

Now, Dabi will never admit it, but he feels slightly guilty for not letting you get the CT scan that day. In his defense, he didn't know it was for you. He thought that was just your excuse to get away from him for a while. Then again, you wouldn't need a brain scan if your tired body didn't fell in the first place.

Did I go too far? Dabi wondered. He knows how fragile you are, that's why he never lets you assist him on orthopaedic surgeries but still.

Anyways, Dabi had ordered a full bod my cheek work for you, including blood work. Your reports were pretty normal except for your Vitamin D and ferritin (iron) levels.

Dabi rolled his eyes. Explains why you're always so goddamn tired and lethargic.

He leaned back in his chair and watched over your sleeping form before writing down a prescription for nutritional supplements. He then opened up your brain scans and began looking through them.

Everything looks normal and he was about to put the scans away when he saw it. A small opacity.

A tumor.

Dabi stopped breathing. Did you- did you know? No, you couldn't. You wouldn't have hid something like this from him.

Although, this was a small tumor, it's location in your brain was more concerning. It was pressing upon areas of the brain that were integral to formation of memories and performing skills.

The more Dabi looked at the white area on the scan, the more his heart sank. This may be small, but it might be growing at a rapid rate. If only you'd just gotten a scan earlier-

"I'm going to get a CT scan for-"

"No."

Shit. Dabi remembered how he told you not to get a CT scan because he thought you were trying to leave him. If he'd allowed you, you would've seen the tumor earlier and asked him for help and not die-

Dabi grabbed your hand. He won't let you die, he won't. He'll perform the surgery himself, remove your tumor and then the two of you can laugh about it later when you're in his bed, hands resting on your baby bump.

For now, all he can do is pray that the tumor isn't cancerous.

Dabi pulled out his phone and shot a text to the oncologist.

"Dad, I need a favour."

Enji Todoroki, the head of the hospital and the number 1 oncologist in the country.

Reader in the hospital bathroom when Dabi told her to clean herself up and look "presentable" in front of the patients but won't let her go home to get some sleep and shower:

#yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dabi #yandere doctor dabi #yandere bnha doctors #yandere enji todoroki

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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Best deal Ever

2. Midnight snack

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x pregnant!reader

Chapter summary: James Buchanan Barnes was one of the bigger mobsters in New York City, sadly for you, you must be the only person that didn’t know that, sadly enough he didn’t just gave you an incredible moment, he gave you a positive pregnancy test

Warnings: cursing, age gap (bucky is 39, reader mid 20's) involuntary living situation, mob related business, implied threatening and bribing, talk about alcohol, drugs and sex… pregnancy! and discussions about it… I think that’s it

Wordcount: 4.7k

Bucky was amused when one of his maids came to find him and told him the police were at the door, wanting to speak to him… Since none of his sources had told them heat was coming his way, he might have had a clue of the reason they might be here.

Two beat cops were waiting for him at the grand foyer. both looking extremely nervous, rookies, he thought

“Yes, gentlemen?” he greeted and both jumped on their spot

“We have a report filed by a young woman who is allegedly kidnapped in this property” explains the policeman, swallowing hard. Bucky just looked at him funny

“Really?” he asked, smiling widely

“We know who you are Mr Barnes, but I hope you understand that we have to follow each report we get

“I totally understand gentlemen,” he said softly. As he looked at you in the corner of his eyes coming down the stairs. He turned around to meet you and you just looked at the scene in terror

“He won’t let me leave” you said softly. both police man looked at each other, and then they looked at Bucky

“I’m sorry Mr Barnes for your troubles, you know we are mandated to check every report we get”

“Well gentlemen, leave now” both policemen turned around AND LEFT! you looked in terror how Bucky kept looking at you with amusement in his eyes

“I have the NYPD in my pocket love” he muttered, “Gods, you are lucky you are pregnant,” the final phrase made you flinch as goosebumps formed in your back, and you only managed to turn around and ran back to your bedroom

Perhaps you really managed to piss him off now, perhaps this was the end of the relatively nice mobster who kept you prisoner, was he going to lock you up for real now?

You waited but nothing happened, he didn’t come for you in rage, he just didn't show…. The one who did, was Cleo, the doberman showed up in your room with her wagging tail and big eyes, sniffing everything around, the things Bucky’s goons brought you from your place. Bucky had said that his dogs weren’t nice, but she came close to your sitting form in the bed and placed her big head in your lap, and you pet her until she closed her eyes enjoying the caress

You grabbed your phone from your pocket and dialed your best friend, the one who knew about your pregnancy and who you had been texting non stop. It rang three times before she picked up

“Lizzie, he has me trapped in here” you muttered, “He won’t let me leave, and I even called the police…”

“Wait, he let you keep your phone?” she asked, confused

“Yes!” you called, “And I called them and when they came in here, they referred to him as Mr Barnes, I told them he wouldn’t let me leave and they laughed in my face, they apologized, AND THEY LEFT!”

“Holy shit!” she screeched, “Did he lock you up or something?” she asked

“No, he gave me this huge room, and brought all my things… and told me I can do whatever I wanted, and that I had to carry the pregnancy to term here”

“Well, that doesn’t sound so bad” she tried

“He won’t let me leave!” you cried

“But he isn’t being… like… violent or anything?”

“No…”

“You need to talk to him love, talk some sense into him”

“I think I made him mad with calling the police, although he didn’t seemed angry”

“If he has the police in his pocket this wasn’t probably going to do anything”

“Yeah you are right” you muttered

“You can call me whenever you want” the call ended shortly after that. That was it? running away on foot clearly wasn’t an option, the property had a 8 foot fence, three dobermans and paid mafia goons, and you guessed than an amazing security system, so just trying to run wasn’t going to cut it

Are you going to give up? For now

You walked towards the pile of boxes of your things and started unpacking. You weren’t going anywhere, not on your own at least, so you unfolded your clothes and started ordering them in the walk-in closet that led to your very own bathroom, a huge marble bathroom.

“You are setting everything up?” you jumped in your spot when you noticed Bucky standing in the doorframe.

“Yeah” you muttered, “Clint and Scott brought all my things” he raised his eyebrows when he heard you calling his “associates” by name, but it amused him. He noticed that you were accompanied by Cleo, who was curled up in the corner, watching you, and moving her tail happily. The thing is… he didn’t lie, usually his dogs weren’t very friendly, but with you? they seemed to like you

“Ok listen” you looked at him scared, but he didn’t seem angry, but you stopped your movements to sit on the edge of the bed to look at him. He sat on the bedroom bench, turning to see you. This seemed to be a serious conversation, “I’m sorry for calling you a whore, you didn’t deserve that, that was uncalled for”

“Ok…” you said softly, inviting him to continue

“I don’t really know you and if we are calling names, I’m just as guilty for participating in the bathroom activities” he said scratching his neck

“I accept your apology” you said softly, he just smiled, “But why do you want to keep me here?” you asked

“You are expecting my child” he said softly, “You don’t have any family near, you don’t have a job, this can be helpful for you, to stay here, I’m trying to protect you”

“Ok” you sighed loudly, crossing your arms over your chest

“You are not going to fight me anymore?” he murmured

“No, but, how can I know if I can be safe here?” you said, squinting your eyes at him, trying to tell him you were serious

“I would never hurt you” he said simply, “I just want you to be safe, ok?” you nodded, “I can’t say that if you want to you can leave, but I want us to get to know each other, after all… we will be bonded for life”

“Yes…” you said softly, “You might be right”

“So, can you join us for dinner?”

“Us?” you asked

“My friend Steve is here, he wants to meet you” he said softly, “This is… an unusual situation, for all of us concerned”

“Ok” you haven’t even noticed how hungry you were, and that it was 7 pm already, it’s been a busy day, “I will join you, I’m starving”

“OK sweet girl, meet us in the dining room when you are ready”

“Where is it? I’m going to get lost” you muttered, he only smiled widely

“Down stairs, you cross the grand foyer and you’ll find the living room, double doors on the left, that is the informal dining room where we normally eat. You just nodded

“Thanks” he smiled and stood up, leaving you alone, it didn’t take long for you to join him, perhaps he was waiting for you, so you followed his directions and found, easily, the informal dining room

“Aw! there she is!” a woman screamed, excited and running towards you, she was a middle age woman, but gorgeous, long auburn hair, round glasses and kind eyes

“Hello” you muttered, she seem to examined you from head to toe, finishing in your smiling face

“Isn’t she a cutie?” she asked the two men that were seated in the dining room table

“Yeah she is” muttered Bucky

“I’m May” she introduced herself, “I’m the chef of the manor, anything you want me to make you, you just ask and I’ll cook it for you, ok darling?” you nodded eagerly, “I already have an expertise for cooking for pregnant women” she giggled, and you opened your eyes at the surprise,

“I’m (Y/N)” you introduced in turn, “And thanks”

“You just let me know of any allergies” she said softly, “Ok?”

“Yes ma’am” you muttered, and she screeched happily again

“I wanted to meet you, it’s been a while since we had a lady inside this walls” she grabbed you by your shoulders and she trailed down your arms, caressing you in a comforting way

“It’s nice to meet you” you said softly, and she couldn’t help it and hugged you tightly, you huff because you weren’t expecting it, but reciprocated the hug nonetheless. It was nice to have a maternal figure near you in this situation

“You let me know if that man makes you upset in any way and I’ll hit him with the rolling pin, ok?” she offer after she let you go, you nodded again enthusiastically

“Ok, May” called Bucky, “Don’t scare the girl”

“I mean it James” she warned, she winked at you and then disappeared through the door that you assumed led to the kitchen. Bucky then stood up from the table and motion you to get close to him, which you did

“I want you to meet Steve,” he presented. You had seen the dirty blond man before, but now he officially struck your hand in a strange greeting. After that you took your seat at Bucky’s right hand.

“You are the snitch” you said bitterly, he was the one, according to Bucky who “found you”. He only grumbled, not liking his nickname

“Doll don’t be mean, he brought you to me, reunited you with your baby daddy” Bucky said

“That's one way to look at it” you grumbled, you looked around the table and you found yourself with more plates and food that you had ever seen together, different meats, pasta, salads, even a raging red lobster, food for every taste and whim

“May went overboard” he explained, “She didn’t know what you liked to eat”

“This is a lot” you muttered

“Don’t worry, between us, the staff and pets, nothing is ever going to waste” he said calmly, you just nodded

“You are not used to things like this?” asked Steve, he seemed to be mocking you

“Na, only the occasional ramen cup, you know, and sometimes a nice steak” you muttered, not paying mind to his mockery, “And the cravings are insane!” you giggled, “right now submerging that oxtail into what i’m guessing is a mushroom soup is really calling to me” Bucky laughed, really enjoying it, Steve moved his nose like the girl from bewitched in something like disgust, but you paid it no mind

“Please doll, serve whatever you want” Bucky said encouragingly

“Tell us about yourself doll” encourage Steve

“Well” you muttered, “I grew up on Idaho, really” you muttered, which seemed to impress the two, “I managed to come to NY to study my dream career, and then after 4 years I started working in my area” you served yourself various food groups from the huge buffet while you spoke, you always found easier to speak when you were occupied doing something else, “I have a group of 4 close friends” you told them, “Only one I speak to everyday, and I haven’t had a boyfriend since college, I don’t have time for it, and in my office we were more girls anyways” you sighed, “Both my parent passed away in an accident, so I was mainly raised by my godmother, but she is occupied now with her real grandchildren, so we don’t speak often” you murmured quickly, so I’m alone in the city with a bunch of college friend you resumed, and then you looked at both man than seemed surprise, “I would ask about you but really I want to be able to be in the space of plausible deniability”

“Well…” started Steve, “bucky and I grew up together in Brooklyn, we were both drafted by the military” he continued, “we did a couple of tours and then we came back home, our mothers were struggling and we did to.. so we were forced to initiate in deals… a little more criminal”

“So…you've known each other since you were kids?”

“Yeah doll” muttered Bucky, “our mothers were both single moms, so they leaned on each other a lot”

“Do you have more siblings?”

“I have a sister, who lives in Texas” muttered Bucky

“Where is your mom now?” you asked

“In her villa in France, she became oenologist when I bought her that vineyard”

“Oh wow” you muttered

The rest of the night passed swiftly, you were beginning to ge to know Bucky, which you really appreciated

And before you knew it, they were pouring themselves scotch in their glasses, and you… you wanted to go to sleep

“See you tomorrow love” Bucky muttered in your temple greeting you goodnight, and you just nodded

You woke up startled because you felt an unidentifiable weight in the bed, you turned quickly expecting the worse, but you found Cleo, sleeping soundly on the foot of the bed. You couldn’t help but smile. She sensed you were awake and turned to see you, and accommodated more closely to you, resting her head on your thigh. You caressed her and found her adorable. It wasn’t long before you felt another set of paws and the other doberman, you guessed that was Caesar because he was bigger and bulkier, jumped into bed also with you alongside Cleo, cuddling with her.

Now you really wanted to go to the bathroom but you didn’t want to lose the canine contact. You were feeling like some sort of dog whisperer

“Cleo? Caesar?” you heard Bucky voice down the hall, the dog’s ear perked up but they didn’t move. Not until Bucky looked into the room, the door was open since both dogs walked in, and his eyes opened wide when he saw the scene of you in bed with his two dogs

“Morning” you said softly

“Good morning doll” he said, with a smirk, “Are they bothering you?” he asked

“No, I like them”

“Ok good” he stared, at you, at the dogs, but he stared. He seemed to remember something… he shook his head and then looked straight at you, “The doctor is coming at 9” he said

“Is he coming here?” you asked

“He is a friend of the… family” he said, “he is bringing everything we might need to see the baby” you just nodded

“I’ll be ready”

“Ok then” he then

You finally managed to get up from the bed, and take a shower, you dressed simply, your favorite pants and shirt, and left your bed, still half an hour to your home appointment, and you decided to find the kitchen, taking advantage of the fact your nausea had not’ come up yet and you wanted to have breakfast

Just today you found the kitchen, it was huge, with all the gadgets and elements you could possibly desire to make anything you’d ever wanted to eat, and even, you guessed, a kitchen that could make a large quantity of dishes for the huge parties with many guests.

You found May there, and she cheered when she saw you, making you sit in the bar stool in the island kitchen, where she served you with everything you may want french toast and orange juice, benedictino eggs and muffins and bowls of fruit

After a long chat in which you detailed, (at her request) your preferences for each meal, you let out that you were craving plumps like a madwoman, and the promise she made to cook you delicious treats

Bucky came to find you, telling you the doctor was on his way here.

He took you to a room that looked like it was taken from a doctor’s office, it even had a desk, and a table for medical procedures

“What is this?” you asked him

“I set it up once when Steve got shot in the shoulder” he explain swiftly, “When we need him, my doctor can come here and do small procedures for my men or anyone that needs it” the room also had big cabinets with glass door, behind it you could see bandages, doctor materials, medicine, anything really. A man with dark and curly hair and glasses came into the room, presenting himself as doctor Banner

He was a close friend of Bucky and his crew, apparently, he was the one to call when you had an emergency in their… line of work

“Ok let’s get started” the doctor said, sitting across the table that worked as a desk, Bucky and you seated beside each other “Do you consume alcohol?”

“On the occasion party” you muttered, “Not everyday, maybe, twice a month” you looked at Bucky and he was looking back at you, “What you saw was the result of an intervention of my friends calling me the most boring person they ever met” you explained quickly and whispering

“Ok ok I believe you” he smirked

“Good,” the doctor coughed to attract your attention and you only smiled apologetically, “do you smoke?”

“I did in college, you know, alongside drinking, but not anymore”

“Good good, do you do recreational or hard drugs?”

“God no, again in college I might had smoke a couple of joints, but no since then” he smiled and looked up at you from his file

“Great, any medicine you take everyday?”

“Well, my contraceptive pills, but we know how that turned out” you muttered. He nodded while scribbling in the file

“Any sexual relationships?”

“Just the one,” you said looking at Bucky by your side, “3 months ago”

“You are abandoning the first and most delicate trimester, but by all the tests and files, I think you might be out of the woods”

“Good” sighed Bucky, and by the movement of his hand, you could tell he was tense

“Soon, I mean, in the next sonogram we will be ready to see the gender of the baby” he said smiling, “that’s exciting, you might want to tell me if you want to celebrate it with a gender reveal party or something like that,” you looked at Bucky and he didn’t seemed convinced, you either, I mean, who would you even invite to something like that?

“Thanks doc” Bucky said smiling softly

“But I don’t think that’s for us” you said firmly, looking at Bucky that only nodded

“Let’s see the baby, shall we?” you nodded enthusiastically, “Let’s not get excited ok?” he warned, “We might not hear it, since we are just in the timeline to…” he helped you get into the stretcher. and you uncovered your belly while he prepared everything he needed to proceed.

“This is going to feel cold” he said softly, while holding the gel, that then he squirted all over your belly. You couldn’t help but giggle, grabbing the edge of the medical bed. Bucky was right next to you, his hands restless by his side, so when Bruce take out the wand and placed it over your belly, without thinking you grabbed his hand on yours, which surprised him greatly, you missed the soft look he directed towards you, whie he gaed upon your face that was anchored in the black and white screen, the image very blurry while Bruce tried to find the small fetus

“There he is” he muttered, and you saw a small bean on the screen, moving, very unclear and with no shape at all, but there it was… your baby. Bucky squeezed your hand softly, and you squeezed it back

“I’m going to take a couple of pictures for the both of you, ok?” he asked,”And now, let’s see if we can hear the heartbeat” he touched some buttons on the keypad and then… Bucky and you just tensed when you heard it….

A soft and fast beating

You had heard it in movies and series but nothing would have prepared you for the real thing… The beating of your baby’s heart was a sound you will remember forever

After recuperating from that emotional rollercoaster… you decided to get to know the place you’ll call home for the next 7 months at least

Bucky didn’t even say a word to you but he walked away once Doctor Banner had. He seemed shook, and you didn’t know if that was a bad or a good thing. It was quite shocking to hear your baby’s heartbeat for the first time

The doctor has prescribed you with pills for your nausea, so now you just wanted to eat everything that was in your path

And after your adventure when you found more rooms that you could count, including a wine cellar, a gun room, a small cinema, a library and other… you ran towards the kitchen after you couldn’t find Bucky

And before you even reached the kitchen a delicious smell made your mouth water.

A bakery treat was being baked in the kitchen, and the entire house smelled of sugar, something like a pie, and something more you were craving like crazy

And you found May taking out of the even a cobbler

A plum cobbler

“You said you were craving plums darling” she greeted with a huge smile and you just wanted to submerge yourself in the treat

“May I think I love you” you giggled, she smiled and kissed your temple as you seated yourself at the kitchen island to make May company while the cobbler would cool down enough for you to eat

May would talk to you about her life, of how her sister passed and she had to take care of his nephew, Peter, who was now studying at MIT, with the help of Bucky and his friends. He seems like a great kid and you wanted to meet him. She also told that she had been working for Bucky for almost five years, making you realize that Bucky was 39 years old, a little bit older than you expected, but you didn't really care at this point. May seemed to care for him like another nephew and that also told you a lot about him too, he had people that he cared about taken care of and protected… and now you also fell into that description. Bucky, while he made his goons take you against your will… he really seemed to care about you. He brought you here to his home and gave you -inside of it all- freedom to do whatever you wanted.

“He might seem a little rough, but he is all gooey in the inside” she said softly

Meanwhile Bucky was shook to his core.

He had a baby on the way… He already knew but actually being able to see his baby was making him think things… feel things he didn’t thought possible

He was going to be a father!

He left you, his baby momma, at home and he went to see the only man who could help him through this… his only fiend he knew what it was like, that was making his own family

He came back when it was already night… late at night… he put on his pajamas and got into bed thinking about all the things that happened that day, and mostly, thinking about you. How did he feel about you? It was so soon to make assumptions, but the only thing he knew for sure is that he only wanted you to stay there by his side, he wanted you… but he knew he had to go slow, not to scare you, he already was pushing his luck by making you stay here in his house against your will.

Bucky had enhanced instincts, he had to, in order to survive as long as he had considering how his business started… When you started living with him, in your state, his senses seemed to have tripled. It was 1 am when he heard you walking out of your room, it was ok, he was awake anyways, it amused him when his dogs raised his ears, clearly hearing you too, and Cleo jumped out of his bed, joining Brutus and Caesar out of the doors he kept a little open, (to hear you). He heard them being greeted by your soft voice, and then you walked away disappearing down the hallway.

He huffed

His faithful dogs became traitors, he slept with the door open, and he could barely sleep anyways… so many changes in his own home, and they all began after you moved in. May cooked delicious treats, even his guards seemed more happy, the maids were giggly and cheered. His house shined with this strange aura that wasn’t there before… You gave it life, or perhaps, your baby did. HIs house was turning into a home

With a long sigh, he jumped out of the bed, willing to find you.

And he did… his doberman wiggled their tails as you seated in the island of the kitchen, stuffing your cute face with a delicious pie, or some bakkery treat. You were moaning at the taste, enjoying every bite as you sporadically tossed his dogs their treats. You looked so beautiful, with that tank top that was getting smaller for you, leaving a strip of the skin of your growing belly. those mickey mouse shorts and that pleasure face. Bucky stood there watching you silently, until he couldn’t take it any longer

“I’m glad that you are making yourself comfortable” he said with a soft smile

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you jumped in the spot suddenly scared, “ I’ll leave you to it” you said, ashamed of him finding you eating at 1 am in the morning

“No, forget it” he said, “Please finish you snack,” you smiled thankfully

“This cobbler is really good,” you moaned, he came closer to lean over the kitchen island and watch the sweet treat you were eating, after petting his dogs, “I get this cravings at the weirdest hours” you giggled

“Is it a cobbler?” he asked with a raised eyebrow

“Yeah, but it is made of plums” you moaned with your mouth full. He looked at you with wide eyes

“Really?

“I was craving plums so so badly” you confided in him, “And Aunt May baked this for me,” you were so thankful to her

“You are really craving plumps?” he asked again, and just when you left your dessert to look at him is that you saw that look in his eyes

“Yes” you said softly, and he only smiled

“It’s my favorite fruit,” suddenly you felt your belly fluttering, your cheeks heated

“Oh well, our little one likes it too,” you smiled, and a part of you was thinking that maybe it was too soon, you weren't even over the first trimester yet… what if…

“You there?” he asked, and you realized that you had been drifting off in your dark thoughts

“Yeah, sorry”

“Are you feeling ok?” he asked

“Yeah, the medicine the doctor gave me for the morning sickness is really working, so now I’m just like a hungry tyrannosaurus rex.” he chuckled

“Do you like ice cream?” he asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, “You are going to love this, can I?” he asked, pointing to your plate, and you nodded, he grabbed it, and put it on the microwave, heating it for 30 seconds while he went to the gigantic refrigerator and returned with a breyers vanilla ice cream

“No you aren’t” you moaned, and he laughed when he saw your pleasure face and your pupils enlarge

“Now that’s a face I recognize from that night” he winked at you and turned to grab the hot piece of cobbler, and then he placed a scoop of ice cream on top of it. You couldn’t help but moan, literally moaned when he gave you the plate

“Fuck” you cursed. grabing the fork and waiting no longer to take it to your mouth and savour it pornographically. He licked the tip of his fingers as he watched you, his eyes darker than normal. you then pushed the plate his way, “Do you want some?” you asked, “This should be considered a sex crime.”

“Thank you doll,” he muttered, graving a fork and digging in. He moaned in return, “This is pretty good” he moaned

“Best midnight snack ever”

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cheongsanthinker · 2 years

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Hola! Could I request a Gyeong-su x reader where Gyeong-su has a crush on reader and is trying to confess but keeps getting interrupted,and he only gets the chance to actually tell reader he likes them is when he's about to turn into a zombie? Btw,love ur writing! I might request more later!

— not now, not ever.

gyeong-su x gn!reader

warnings: angst with no happy ending, mentions of death and blood, a few swearing.

summary: gyeongsu have been trying to confess his feelings for you, but once he's been able to finally do that — was he too late?

a/n: why do i actually love writing angst — i'd be more ia but i'll get through the requests as promised :) ty for the request and your kind words <3 also lowercase intended for this one.

masterlist

you and gyeong-su have been best friends since you were kids, so it was a normal occasion for you to walk together on the way to school.

"psssst" he whisper-yelled, trying to get your attention but you payed no mind, just the sweet smell of the early morning dew and the soft chirping of birds.

you hummed as he tried to get your attention once again, but you almost stumbled as he lightly pushed you — a soft chuckle was earned from the boy beside you, who was trying his best not to laugh.

"you think that was funny you dumbass?" referring to the situation he pulled earlier. in all honesty, you weren't even mad at him. you didn't even think you can be mad at the boy who was now staring at you, slightly worried with a confused look etched on his face. cute.

"what? i didn't even do anything." he defended himself, "you weren't even paying a single attention to me!" as he dramatically huffed, rolling his eyes before looking on the other side of the road, avoiding your gaze.

"you dramatic fucker, what do you want from me?" you reply. he was still wandering off, not giving a single fuck on what you were saying. oh, so now he was the one not paying attention.

"gyeong-su!" you shouted. "what happened?" he quickly rushed to your side — well that was easy. "what were you trying to say earlier?" you ask, as you raise an eyebrow. "you idiot, you scared me." as gyeong-su let out a sigh of relief, a bright smile now evident on his face.

"oh! meet me at the cafeteria later" he said enthusiastically. "don't we always meet at the cafeteria though?" you returned, recalling how you have been spending the cafeteria together with your friends. what was so different about this?

"yes but just the two of us, um only this time" he lets out nervously, scratching the back of his head and lowering his gaze. why was he acting so weird?

"of course gyeong-su" as you hesitantly nodded. you can't exactly say no to him anyway. "now come on — we don't want to be late for school" you announced, remembering the time where you were both marked as late for being seconds away from reaching the school. you didn't want to experience that again.

time passed by quicker than you imagined, as you were now on your way to the cafeteria — gyeong-su beside you as he lets out his signature whistle.

you were now in the cafeteria, on the most corner as gyeong-su insisted that it was for the best. you were still confused, but you didn't know that this was his second attempt of trying to confess to you — last time he tried to do it, he was interrupted by someone calling your phone. great timing.

you were now facing each other. "so? what were you going to say to me that needs only the two of us, hmm?" you begin. you needed answers immediately as numerous thoughts were popping in your head. you couldn't help yourself — was he trying to end your friendship? or did something important happened to him? is he moving schools? was he..it couldn't be possible, he only sees you as a friend and nothing else. nonetheless, that didn't stop you from harbouring feelings for the boy who was infront of you. whatever, it didn't matter.

"i have something to say to you that i've been meaning to-" he was cut off by a scream — no. there were other more people who were now screaming for their life, as you recognized something that was chasing them, something that you would only normally see in movies. zombies.

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you eventually got inside of a classroom with your other classmates or friends, but that was almost an hour ago you assumed. gyeong-su was now staying in the recording room as he was accused of being bitten by a zombie. of course, by nayeon.

it was dumb, honestly. he would've turned into a zombie by now and you couldn't imagine him, the one person you were inlove with since you were kids — turning into one of those. it hurts just thinking about it, losing the only person you trust and love the most.

minutes passed, nayeon had to go in the room and apologize to him. nothing happened. you were relieved but mostly pissed at nayeon for letting him stay in there in the first place, but he didn't seem to mind. you just wished you had spent your time with him or something — not being forced to go in the recording room for some stupid accusation that he was bitten.

----

"gyeong-su, please just let me-"

"no! you stay away, you- i can't, just please, don't get any closer to me." he pleaded. he was a sobbing mess and there was nothing you could do. you hated seeing him like this. he was shaking and his nose were dripping blood — an indication he was bitten. you didn't want to believe it, he was perfectly fine minutes ago. what happened?

"look gyeong-su, i can't just let you suffer like this." you said, you were now begging for him to let him help you as tears began to uncontrollably fall from your eyes.

"i can't let you — just, i have to say something before i go okay? and then i'll leave, i swear" he was trembling, shaking in fear as he tried his best to keep himself composed, for you.

"what? no, you can't just leave us gyeong-su!" you shouted in agony as others were trying to keep you from practically attaching yourself to him, afraid he might bite you but at this point — you didn't even care.

"i'm inlove with you, always have and always will. please, i love you — i don't care if you don't love me back, i just needed to say this before i go. i'm sorry." he said, as he was now reaching for the window.

you can't let him go.

"gyeong-su! i love you too for as long as i can imagine. please, why didn't you tell me sooner? WHY? i can't lose you like this, not when it has always been you and now you're-" you can't even finish your sentence but you begged him to stay, your sobs and cries pushed itself from your lips.

the sight alone made gyeongsu's heart drop. it stopped him cold, sick to his stomach. he was staring at you with wide eyes but he can't, he needed to leave. he was now considered a threat and danger to others.

"i'm sorry, i really am — i tried to tell you, i promise. i didn't mean for it to turn out this way " he lets out. he won't be able to control himself any minute now, he thought to himself.

"i love you so much. i loved every moment i had with you, always remember that." that was the last thing he told you as he closed his eyes before jumping down on the window.

you had dropped to your knees, trying to calm down yourself but you were still sobbing. he was gone — and you didn't had enough time to tell him how much happiness you've experienced with him.

how you were left with the motionless silence — hoping there was somehow a way to bring him back because you're still not done loving him. not now, not ever.

#all of us are dead #all of us are dead imagine #all of us are dead x reader #gyeongsu x reader #gyeongsu imagine #gyeong su x reader #aouad x reader

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p-antomime · 3 years

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ㅤ𔘓 ─ ##. what a poly relationship with koko & inupi would be like!

content + warnings: 18+, including: dom!seishu inui, soft dom!kokonoi hajime, fingering, oral sex (f! & m!), face fucking, mention of deep throat, hair pulling, choking, squirting, praise, nicknames, breath play, possessiveness, overstimulation, kinda of humiliation kink, public sex, exhibitionism, face sitting, wall sex, window sex, thigh riding/fucking, degradation, use of sex toys, heavy cum play.

pairings: inui seishu x fem!reader x hajime kokonoi.

note: all the characters mentioned are aged up

tokyo revengers masterlist!

request.

OMG

THESE TWO

I-IM IN LOVE WITH THEM OMFG

But, anyways... lezgo...

Starting with this handsome boy, who has my whole heart and could do anything he wanted to me, including stepping on me with his beautiful high heels:::

Seishu Inui.

You met for the first time when he was helping Mitsuya carry clothes in organizing boxes into a building where a photo shoot was going to be held together with you and Hakkai

You were a new model, and Hakkai? Oh, he had been on this path for a long time, and he was even the one who had moved the strings under the table for Mitsuya to be the designer in charge of the outfits for the two of you.

And the first meeting of you and Inui was kind of funny, kind of strange, because he was alone in the photo session room kneeling on the floor as he took clothes out of boxes and put them carefully on the clothes rack

You were the first person to arrive at the photo studio except for Takashi and Seishu, and when he heard the door open and close slightly, with unusual delicacy, he barely bothered to look away to look at you and simply gestured with his fingers thinking it was Mitsuya

❝ Mitsuya, I think the blue clothes should be spread out on the other side because they are just at the end of the photo shoot, I mean... I think they're, I don't even remember the order of clothes anymore to be honest and... ❞ — And then he started babbling about how tiring it was to have to climb up several boxes even with the help of an elevator and how lazy Hakkai was for even bothering to get up early that day to help them with their task

And you felt a little ashamed to let him continue talking, but Inui spoke with such a lack of concern and was so absorbed in his own words that you watched him continue chattering with a gentle smile on your lips.

Inui looked like an angel, but talked like a gossip demon, his blond hair literally glistened against the well-lit studio backdrop, and you took advantage of his moment of distraction both to admire his beauty and to mentally amuse yourself with the friendly but guarded way he used to refer to the Hakkai and this Mitsuya guy

❝ Ah, stop... ❞ — That was the first thing you said and you swore you saw Seishu's cheeks turn red with embarrassment as soon as his clear eyes rose from a box to stare at you with a garment in his hands and his pupils slowly dilating. — ❝ I guess Hakkai is not that bad... ❞

And then Inui stopped talking suddenly, shame burning inside him and reflecting on his cheeks, he didn't know how to act or react because for all those long seconds he really thought that the one listening was Mitsuya and being greeted in the morning by a pretty girl like you wasn't exactly the most common thing for Seishu Inui

❝ I, uh... ❞ — Inui hissed with still rosy cheeks not knowing what to say and you just denied with your head amusedly

❝ Don't worry, I won't say anything to him! ❞ — You replied taking off the blazer you were wearing and Inui in an instinctive movement let his eyes follow the movements of your hands on yours arms and forearms. — ❝ Good morning! You are...? ❞

❝ Inui... ❞ — He tried to stand up in a non clumsy way and soon a hand of his was rising towards you to greet you. — ❝ I mean... Seishu Inui! ❞ — And then, when you shook his hand in a firm but gentle manner, Inui felt as if something was melting inside him and the outline of an embarrassed smile began to be drawn on his lips.

❝ You can call me Y/N, you must be friends with Hakkai I guess? ❞ — You asked looking at the boxes briefly. — ❝ Do you need help with this? ❞ — Honestly, as soon as he first saw you, his memory completely forgot what he was doing before and Inui looked confusedly at the boxes, before shaking his head and remembering what he was doing before your arrival.

❝ Oh, no... no! You don't have to worry about helping me, I can finish on my own, I came here just to help Mitsuya with all this... ❞ — You nodded before walking away and going to sit in one of the armchairs in the room.

It was a long 40 minutes before Hakkai arrived almost at the same time as the entire team of makeup, costumes, lighting and photography arrived. And during the 40 minutes you tried to look at Seishu in a disguised way, but every time your face turned towards him thinking he was distracted, Inui was right there looking at you, and two seconds later you both looked away in shame of having been caught by each other.

The photo shoot was tense for you, you felt a little more shy to be watched closely by Inui, it was as if a fresh angel from the Sistine Chapel was watching you

At the end of it all, Hakkai took the liberty of introducing you to Takashi and Seishu thinking you had arrived just a few minutes before him for the photo session

❝ Nice to meet you guys! ❞ — You spoke to them both standing side by side with Hakkai raising your hand and giving Inui a little wink.

And then he understood that you were acting like you didn't already know him to avoid questions from Hakkai and Inui promptly acted on your comments, but this time he squeezed your hand more firmly, running his thumb along the back of it to get a better feel for the texture of your skin that he forgot to glimpse the first time your fingers touched his

❝ What did you guys think of her? ❞ — Hakkai was going to ask when you said goodbye to the three of them because you still had appointments in the day and now he was walking with Mitsuya and Inui to a restaurant in downtown Tokyo, it was their ritual of going to eat together after an editorial job by the younger Shiba. — ❝ She's a great new face¹, isn't she? But, I dunno... I felt she was a little shy today, I guess it was just impression... ❞

❝ She's... ❞ — Inui and Mitsuya spoke at the same time and looked at each other before the latter gestured for the former to continue speaking and Seishu took the word for himself. — ❝ Great, actually. I like it... ❞ — And then seeing the suggestive looks from both Takashi and Hakkai, the blond man frowned in embarrassment. — ❝ Don't look at me like that! ❞

❝ What?! We don't look at you at all, you're imagining things... ❞ — Hakkai held back his own laughter by shrugging and glancing at Mitsuya. — ❝ Did you like her? ❞

❝ I was going to say I liked her expressions, you know.... facials... ❞ — The blond shrugged his shoulders in an embarrassed manner.

❝ Oh, that's it? Just her facial expressions? ❞ — Takashi teased him and Inui looked away to his feet. — ❝ You should have asked for her number, man. ❞

❝ I don't even know her... ❞

❝ But you want to. ❞ — Hakkai replied and then picked up his cell phone. —❝ Look... I'll give you her Instagram and if you're lucky, maybe she'll call you by Direct when her advisor isn't too on top of her social networks, but it might take a while... ❞

And it did take a while.

It was more than three weeks with Inui waiting for a message from you via that app, and when he woke up on a Wednesday with you asking if he was the same Seishu as the day of the photo shoot and a surprised emoji, he thought he had dreamt so much with that message that his mind started imagining too much

You two started talking practically every day, and he loved to listen to you talking in enthusiastic audios about how your day had gone, how many different brands of clothes you had tried on.

You loved your work and Seishu could see this perfectly well, he was even one of the people who encouraged you the most to try harder to always evolve as a model!

As time went by, he became your daily companion for some photo shoots and it was hard for Inui not to let himself get distracted and observe your body more than the limit of respect allowed...

Even a photo shoot similar to the September 2019 issue of Vogue Brazil in which Gigi Hadid was cover-girl came into your hands and it was going to be a flawless leverage for your career, even though you were not going to be the cover-girl for that editorial shoot

And Inui accompanied you without knowing that half of the photos required you to be naked from the waist up, and he choked as soon as the clothing team removed your blouse and then took off your bra

Would you be mad if he stared too much at your tits? Because that is exactly what he was doing while the make-up team was doing your face

Your breasts looked so soft, so palpable, and in the middle of the photo shoot Inui found himself trying to cover his face with a hand to hide the shame reflected in his cheeks as he crossed his legs to try to hide his own boner.

Every hour you looked at Seishu because he was so silent, he used to compliment you too much during the breaks and that day you could barely look him in the eye because he had head turned away

— Seishu? — You called out to him at the end of the pictures with a semitransparent shirt covering your bust as you walked beside him down the hallway of the building, past other closed doors. — Is everything okay? You look... strange? — His eyebrows lifted and he looked at you out of the corner of his eyes.

Oh, his dick was literally aching in his pants and he didn't want to admit it to you because apparently you two were just friends. But your eyes slid down his body and, even with trepidation and embarrassment, you could see the tent in Inui's pants. And a small laugh escaped your lips before one of your hands entwined fingers with his and guided him to the nearest ladies' bathroom.

— Do you need help? — You asked before opening the bathroom door and looking over your shoulder.

— Fuck, I need it bad. — Inui grunted as he felt your hands push him against the cold counter and grab onto his pants to pull them down. — But, you don't have to... — Your voice interrupted him.

— I want to. — You got down on your knees in front of him, running one hand through your hair to push it out of your face while the other was pulling down Seishu's underwear.

Oh, his cock was pretty, strangely pretty. Partly long, but without a massive diameter, it completely matched his angelic appearance, the pink tip leaking pre-cum seemed to be begging you to wrap your mouth around it and suck it like a lollipop.

Your tongue slipped from lips and as soon as a light lick reached the full length of his dick, Inui let head fall back slightly with one hand curling into your hair and hips forcing themselves upward without much force. He wanted to feel your mouth around him, but not force you to, even though you already said you wanted to do that.

— What are you waiting for, hm? — You asked, lifting your face to look at him as the tip of your tongue brushed against the head of the blond's sensitive cock. — Use my mouth, I let you do it.

— Are you sure? — Inui asked, raising one eyebrow and watching you open a small smile.

— I always am.

And it was at that moment that Seishu forced his cock into your mouth until it reached the back of your throat and groaned as he felt you choke around it. It felt so good, your tongue running through the veins of his dick, the saliva mixing with the pre-cum on your papillae, cheeks rubbing against his entire shaft. It was impossible for Inui to hold back his own moans once you started moving your head up and down, swallowing him repeatedly while trying to breathe through your nose without pulling air through your mouth so as not to choke again.

At first, he let you dictate the pace. Slow, nice, but agonizing. Inui needed to fuck your mouth for his own pleasure, you were doing it to help him relieve himself, weren't you? And you had just told him to use your mouth. That's exactly what he was about to do as he held your mouth still and began to move his hips against you, partially fucking your throat and making you take him even deeper. Your nose periodically resting against his pelvis and drool dripping down the corners of your lips and falling onto the tops of your breasts. What a beautiful sight, Seishu had the impression that he was completely ruining your good girl image and couldn't be more pleased and aroused, especially because every time his cock came out of your mouth and he could stare into your eyes watching him, there was a gleam of innocence permeating them.

And when you started moaning against his dick? Fuck, Inui was in heaven. If there was an afterlife paradise, he was made up of having your mouth moaning on his cock. Small tears formed around your eyes and it was the first time the blond felt horny having someone about to burst into tears over him, you could feel him squirming against your tongue every time your eyes threatened to start crying. And when a bit of water trickled down one corner of them, Seishu ended up cumming directly into your throat, and as he tried to get out of your mouth because he didn't know how you felt about having him cumming there, his cream landed on your tongue and you moaned with the mouth open in front of the blond who was watching you intently from above.

— Let me see you swallow. — Inui spoke with his chest going up and down and you opened a wicked smile before swallowing his milk and letting your tongue out of your mouth as a demonstration of "duty done”. — Good girl. — He pulled you up with a firm grip on your hair only to take your lips in a kiss.

Maybe the two of you had a buddy-buddy relationship with benefits because after both left that bathroom, maybe you invited him over to your place and the last thing the two of you did that night was sleep

In a time span of three hours, it came to your attention that Inui liked to have one hand around his neck while he fucked you senseless with you riding him

He liked to let you think that you had control of the situation, it was fun to watch you look at him in surprise as his hands grabbed your hips to hold you still and his cock began to move in and out of your pussy rapidly

As time went by, you met his friends and they treated you like family, so much so that all of them, including Inui, were present at your first parades in Tokyo

And the others that followed the first one as well, and months later you were about to show for Rakuten Fashion Week, models running back and forth and the only certainty about the show you had was that: Seishu Inui was watching and you wanted to be the best version of yourself

Even after months, you still felt like you were modeling for him, not for thousands of photographers, editors, fashion designers

So much so that when your feet stepped onto the catwalk, which had been built in the street, with the blinding light of the streetlamps making it impossible for you to see straight, your eyes still tried to find your favorite blond man.

The space was open, but the part of the seat rows was covered, it began to rain and the feeling of the white clothes sticking to your body was becoming uncomfortable.

And it was at that very moment when the water started to give you an unwelcome shower that your eyes fell on one of the first rows of the parade.

It was not Inui.

Who was he? White hair matching your rain-drenched clothes and combed to the side, you could see a black rectangular symbol embedded in the skin of his head, feline eyes were decorated with red eyeliner that matched his crimson outfit

He smiled at you, raising one eyebrow suggestively as you looked at him and then you looked away to the cameras, wearing your best professional modeling performance

It wasn't time to model for Inui, it was time to model for the world, you knew that, but still, your eyes returned to that long white haired man as soon as you turned around to complete your modeling journey

Before turning your back completely, you could see him lean over and whisper something to a tall man with neat hair in a pink mullet

When you arrived backstage, with water dripping down your body and shivering with cold, immediately several pairs of hands started to dry you off, and for those long minutes your mind kept fighting between wondering where Seishu was and who was that light-haired man who had caught your attention.

At the end of the fashion show, among all the people backstage, you saw Inui dodge a few to catch up with you while you finished putting on your casual clothes still feeling cold from the rain.

Oh, guess who was with him!

❝ You were amazing! ❞ — The blond guy was talking excitedly as he hugged you and you looked at the white haired man behind Seishu over one of his shoulders.

❝ Do you think so? ❞ — You asked with a small smile. — ❝ I was shaking, I almost fucked up and... ❞ — Inui denied with his head interrupting you.

❝ Incredible, very good, you were flawless even with the rain! ❞ — He opened a smile leaving a kiss against your forehead and then turning to the man accompanying him. — ❝ Oh, this is Koko, Kokonoi, he's a friend of mine from a long, long time... ❞

❝ Since when we were kids, really. ❞ — Koko replied with a sideways smile before raising a hand to you.

❝ Oh, really? ❞ — You asked accepting to shake his hand. — ❝ I saw you in the fashion show rows, are you interested in fashion? ❞

❝ As of now, a little, yes. ❞ — Kokonoi replied as if he wasn't deliberately flirting with the girl his childhood friend liked. — ❝ And this guy is right, you ‘now? You were awesome there, Y/N, right? ❞ — Your head nodded, preferring to let his flirtation go unnoticed as Inui felt a little more pleased that the girl he liked was getting along with his oldest friend.

And then you remembered the afterparty that some models were talking about during the show, they had invited you to it and the initial idea was to take Inui with you

❝ Do you... hm, do you have something to do tonight?" — Two pairs of eyes stared at you and you shrugged your shoulders a little, looking away from the crowd of people that were passing through the venue. — ❝ There was going to be kind of a party... I mean, it's not a party, it's just a meeting, I mean, sort of... and... " — Seeing you blurting out your own lines, Inui slung one of his arms around your shoulders and nodded.

❝ We understand you, but can Koko go along? "

And soon after you nodded your agreement to the blonde's question, you soon found yourself sitting between the two men in the back seat of a spacious car as the choffer drove through the streets of Tokyo to take the three of you to this afterparty

It was suffocating. And at the same time so good.

Kokonoi's arm rubbing against your own lightly while one of Inui's hands was busy caressing your knee with his thumb

It was a strange night, to say the least

Strange enough that hours later you were between the bodies of Koko and Seishu with their mouths kissing and biting your neck and their hands running up and down your body in caresses and squeezes that should not be done in a public place like the house of a fashion designer whose name you did not even remember.

Before that, Inui had spoken to Kokonoi in whispers while you were distracted talking to a co-worker: "Isn't my girl pretty? Want to borrow her?", to which Hajime only gave a slight laugh as he thought his childhood friend was not serious

The truth was that Seishu was sitting a few rows behind Koko and didn't expect to see his friend in that parade because he knew that he was busy with "complex" matters, but as soon as the blond watched you from afar stare at Hajime for a brief second, he knew that you had taken an interest in him

And you two had nothing.

Not officially anyway.

And if there was any man that Inui would at least let get his hands on you, it would be his childhood best friend

Was there anyone better than Hajime Kokonoi?

The only guy that Inui could not get jealous of was him.

In fact, Inui did not feel jealous until Kokonoi took your lips in a kiss and made you moan against his mouth by biting your lower lip lightly

From then on, it became a competition between the two of them to see who could get more moans out of you, who could make you feel more ashamed for letting yourself be touched in such a depraved way in the middle of a crowded party

The first person to manage to slide two fingers into your pants and panties was Kokonoi, and as soon as their tip brushed against the folds of your wet pussy, you desperately slipped your arms around Seishu's shoulders in front of you to get a little more balance.

Maybe you dawned in the bed of Koko's luxurious house without knowing where you were, but with the smell of the cologne of two different men still present on the soft white sheets around your body

Oh, you slept with Kokonoi? Yes.

And with Inui? Yes, also.

There were fingerprints all over your body and your jaw was hurting

You could hear their voices echoing through the apartment and coming from some room not far from where you were lying.

As soon as you got up and saw your naked body with small bite marks around your breasts, shame flooded you and your first action was to pick up the first male blouse you found lying around not knowing which of the two men it belonged to

❝ Good... ❞ — You spoke with a hoarse voice as you arrived in the kitchen barefoot looking at them arguing about something related to coffee. — ❝... Morning? ❞ — And then the two of them looked at you like two puppies as soon as their owner catches them getting ready.

❝ Oh, hello, pretty girl~ ❞ — Kokonoi spoke in a drawling manner, as if purring and slid her eyes down your body partially covered by the male blouse. — ❝ Did you sleep well? ❞ — And then Inui muttered a: “Get off, let me finish, I know how she likes it" to Koko who raised hands surrendered and let the blonde finish making your breakfast.

❝ Yes... I think... ❞ — You replied not quite knowing how to act or what to say and Hajime pulled one of the chairs from the round table in the middle of the kitchen for you to sit down.

❝ Something hurting? ❞ — He asked with eyebrows raised and averted his gaze as soon as you grunted in pain as your body sat on the fluffy seat. —❝ Your boyfriend doesn't know how to control himself, to be honest. ❞

❝ We don't... ❞ — Inui interrupted you by placing a cup of coffee in front of you.

❝ What? You were the one who overstimulated her yesterday, don't blame me. ❞ — The blonde replied to Koko who smiled wryly.

❝ Nah, I just took the opportunity to make her squir- ❞ — You interrupted him with a choke.

❝ Don't... ❞ — You thrashed against your chest trying to catch your breath. — ❝ Stop talking about it in the morning, fuck! ❞

And then they both promptly excused themselves.

In the morning, you and Inui spent a few hours keeping Kokonoi company and it was kind of surprising to see them working together to ease the pain in your body

They worked very well together, even though the light-haired man was much more cocky than the blond you were used to

And you came home with Seishu wearing a new Miu Miu outfit that Koko had ordered for you during the time you remained asleep while he and his friend were already awake

On the way home, Inui asked if everything was okay, and you knew that he wanted to ask you if you had enjoyed being touched by two different men at the same time, but the only thing you answered in the form of a question was whether everything had been planned in advance by him and Koko

The answer was no, and you asked Seishu if he used to share all his girlfriends with his best friend, and the blond guy looked at you suggestively asking if you two were boyfriend and girlfriend

And you didn't answer promptly and after a few seconds of hesitation, your voice resonated in the form of a: "We could be"

"Does that 'we' involve Koko?"

"If you wanted to..."

In the face of that answer, it was some time before you saw Kokonoi in person again, but some days of the week Inui would arrive at your house with a gift in hand from his friend and it was so much expensive stuff that you even felt a little embarrassed because not a million years would it be possible to repay Koko's kindness

On a Thursday before another photo shoot, Seishu sent you a message asking if you wanted to have lunch with them, plural, and in a thoughtless moment your first response was to answer yes

Oh, it was the first date involving the three of you and you honestly didn't know you would have so much fun in one night with two different men

Kokonoi was so interested in you that he made you feel comfortable and loved, he listened to everything you said so attentively that it was almost as if you were the best and most precious treasure there could be

And Inui looked at both you and his childhood friend with such affection that even with him in a serene silence for the longest part of the evening, it was clear how pleased he was with both of you

Moreover, on the way home, it was the first time Hajime had kissed you, in front of your house, and you didn't have time to catch your breath because soon after a certain blond-haired man was kissing you greedily.

Slowly and quietly, Koko came into your life and stole a place for him in your heart, you were getting along fine having a relationship with two guys at the same time, although in the first moments when the three of you slept together Inui's jealousy bubbled up a bit too much and one of the rules stipulated was that, for example, his best friend could not fuck you without a condom

But now? Now Koko could use you as much as Seishu could.

And if the latter was Widest Dreams by Taylor Swift, the first one was Luxurious by Gwen Stefani.

Their kinks differed a bit, and Inui liked to explore yours more than to introduce his

Inui liked it when you restricted his access to air with a hand around his neck, but this has been mentioned before

Wall Sex? Fuck, yes, let him fuck you against the wall until your legs tremble so much around his waist that he needs to hold you down with his arms

Thigh riding? Pussy Job? Kokonoi introduced you to all this and made you ride his thigh while Inui pressed a vibrator against your swollen clit and called you a promiscuous slut

While the blond preferred to give oral on you, Koko preferred to receive from you, which meant that it was not uncommon to have Inui eating you out while your mouth was going down and up on his best friend's cock

Also, pull Kokonoi's hair during a kiss and he will immediately get an instant boner

Both he and Inui had a thing for you in lingerie, they specifically liked to take turns fucking your thighs covered with the stockings of it that went up to just above your knees and then cum on your pelvis covered by the thin delicate fabric of that sexy lingerie

Something about seeing you covered in cum triggered the most primitive part of their brains and almost never did they not end up cumming on your breasts, face, ass, belly, they just needed to see you covered in white

Also, the two of them would make you stand with your legs completely spread for them with duct tape keeping your wet folds spread while they masturbated over your body only to shoot cum into your pussy without necessarily fucking you and, soon after, would take you for a tour of Tokyo wearing a nice skirt

Inui preferred mating press, while Koko = doggystyle

Including, speaking of doggy, there were countless times when Hajime was fucking you like this with his hand on your chin forcing you to face Inui from across the bed and making you say you loved his cock only to see his friend's possessiveness resonate again and soon after you both came, the blond taking you in his arms to overstimulate you until you forgot your own name and the only thing you could do right was moan in a hoarse voice and have your body shaking and twitching

The roles inside and outside the bedroom were reversed as you were pushed into the sub position and Kokonoi, while being cocky outside four walls, ended up being a softer dom than Inui who appeared to be much gentler when he was not alone with the two of you.

Even...

* cough * * cough *

Inui in high heels, oh~

He must or must not have fucked you against the huge window of Koko's luxurious apartment while wearing beautiful high heels, your cunnie taking him deep and well while your breasts were pressed against the tough glass of the window and one of his hands was wrapped around your neck

And I don't know why, BUT

In my mind, Koko likes to watch you sit on Inui's face just to observe your vulgar features of pleasure while the blond licks and sucks you like a starved man

Now, talking about nicknames...

Oh, I could make a long list

To Kokonoi, you are his princess, his pretty girl, his kitty, his sweetie, his bunny

But to Inupi? Oh... cumdumpster, cocksleeve, cumslut, pretty whore... And at the end of it all, he still calls you a good girl

author's note: ¹ = new face model is precisely a newbie model, inexperienced and usually they're not very well known by the media, but they tend to have a promising future ! also, thank you for reading this work <3<3

#tokyo revengers smut #kokonoi hajime #kokonoi smut #inui smut #seishu inui #kokonoi hajime smut #koko smut #kokonoi x y/n #tw.degradation #tw.overstimulation #tw.choking #tw.exhibitionism

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Hi Rina, how you doing?

First, I just wanted to say that I'm in love with your stories. I'm not even Jack's biggest fan (meaning, I didn't know much about him), but your stories are all I've been able to read for the past couple of days (and listening to his music in the process).

I know you don't take requests, and as a writer myself I totally understand your reasons. But a line in one of your stories got me thinking about a very specific scenario (I can't remember which one right now. Like I said, I read all your Jack stories in the past two days). It was something about Jack being very strict about condoms, because he was scared he'd get a girl pregnant. So I was thinking maybe a angsty to fluffly (maybe smutty) scenario where the reader finds out she's pregnant and is scared of his reaction to the news?

Please, feel free to answer even if you don't like the idea. I really really do understand your reasons for not taking requests.

Hope you have a lovely day!

Hi!! Sorry this took so long to respond. Life happened while I was editing and it took me longer to get out than I intended. Firstly, thank you for reading my stuff and saying such kind words ♥ It's always an honor when someone outside of a fandom is slowly introduced through your work.

Honestly, I say that a lot in my fics because I thought it was a really funny snippet from his GQ interview last year. However, listening to the album, I think he's let go of that a bit :P. That being said, I love the concept and I want to do a little blurb for it. I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Fem!reader, pregnant!reader, mentions of breeding kink, references to ab-rtion, mentions of infertility, smut (pregnant sex, breast/nipple play, unprotected sex), angsty in the beginning, 18+

Miracle

Shallow breaths escaped your lips as you sat on the bathroom floor. The tile felt ice cold against your burning, sticky skin. A thin layer of sweat had settled across your body after spending hours in the room. You were surrounded by ripped cardboard boxes, folded slips of paper scrawled with instructions, and lots of toilet paper that you had scrunched up into balls to use as tissues. On the bathroom counter was a line of six pregnancy tests. The only things in the room that were perfectly straight and aligned. Each one of them slightly stuck out over the side so you could see the metal tip at the end from your crouched position on the floor. It was like they were mocking you. The image of their status was burned into your brain. You didn’t have to stand to look at them to see the result anymore. Pregnant. You were pregnant.

You balled your hands into fists as you held them at your side, afraid to touch your own body. Although you knew it was in your head, you felt like you could feel your stomach growing and something, or someone, moving inside. The thought made you nauseous and you bent over the toilet to dry heave into it. You had already thrown up everything in your stomach earlier in the day so, there was nothing left. But, the clenching of your stomach numbed the dread in your chest that could no longer be soothed by crying. It was like your body was trying to tell you that you were all out of coping mechanisms. You were also out of tests and slowly running out of time. Jack would be back any minute and you would have to tell him the news.

The thought sent a panic through you that allowed you to jump to your feet. You grabbed the paper shopping bag and shoved all of the tests and discarded boxes in there to hide the evidence. You tossed all the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed. Crunching the bag’s top to seal it, you dropped it behind the bathroom door before turning to the sink to wash your hands. You couldn’t look at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t explain why you felt ashamed. It wasn’t like you were the only one at fault.

In the beginning of your relationship and Jack’s career, Jack was very particular about using condoms. He was terrified of either of your lives being put off course because of family planning. Then, like many high school sweethearts, you two broke up. When you two reunited a couple years later, Jack had a more lax attitude around protection. As long as you both were exclusive and you were on birth control, Jack was okay with forgoing the piece of rubber. The fact that you had a condition that made it difficult for you to get pregnant only seemed to be the icing on the cake.

But somehow, the 0.03% chance of getting pregnant was your current reality. Maybe you should run out and buy a lottery ticket with this luck. You might need a boost after your boyfriend inevitably left you.

You heard the sound of the front door opening and you became incredibly still. Your eyes darted to the shopping bag, unsure of what to do with it. You knew you had to tell Jack, but you were were terrified of losing him. Things were finally starting to get good. He was talking about going public with your relationship and having you join him on radio interviews. Urban had even let it slip that Jack was thinking of asking you to move in with him. This was an offer you welcomed because you currently lived with two roomates in a two-bedroom apartment converted into three with the help of a plexi wall.

Your world was crumbling. Now was the time you were going to need Jack the most and he was going to leave you.

“Babe?” Jack’s deep voice moved through the hotel room. As usual, when Jack visited your city, you stayed with him while he was here. It was always more luxurious than your place and Jack enjoyed having you around.

You tossed the paper bag into the shower just as Jack opened the door. His sky blue eyes were wide and then slowly narrowed as he observed the surroundings. You wondered if the room smelled disgusting: like your sweat or your vomit or your fear. You couldn’t really tell after spending over two hours in the space. Jack’s large pale hand reached out to grab you and pull you to him. He felt so wide and strong as he wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. His soft cotton clothes made you more aware of how hot and sticky you felt in comparison to the cool, dry feeling of him pressed against you. You wanted to relish in this moment, but seeing Jack made you more scared.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Jack asked, “You look like you’ve been crying. Did something happen?”

You shook your head quickly before you could stop yourself. Your brain searched for an excuse, any excuse. You needed to buy some time.

“I just haven’t been feeling well.” You told him.

Jack pulled back and looked at you through his long, brown lashes. “I heard you throwing up this morning. Was it something we ate last night? You had the fish, didn’t you?”

“Maybe…” You said, staring at his straight nose instead of his eyes. It was easier to lie if you didn’t make eye contact.

“Well,” Jack pulled you close to him again. “I’m back and here for the rest of the night., I can take care of you.”

You held Jack tighter, knowing that if you pulled away the smile you were trying to muster would turn into a sob again. Apparently, your tears weren’t completely done after all. They were very thrilled to make an appearance with the new audience. What’s worse was that your brain was preparing to say goodbye. It was memorizing the strong, but sweet cologne that he spritzed on each morning, the feeling of his taut muscles straining against one of his signature cotton white t-shirts, and the way his trimmed nails raked effortlessly through the hair at your temple, massaging the area because he knew it soothed you. It made this hurt so much more.

“What do you say to a bath?” Jack suggested. “I can run you a nice hot bath. I think I saw some bath salts somewhere…”

Your heart lurched into your throat. You shook your head, pulling back to meet Jack’s confused expression. He was already in motion to pull back the shower curtain so, you broke free of his grasp. Just as he pulled it back, you used your previously non-existent ninja skills to grab the bag in one motion.

“Whoa, what’s all that?” He said, referring the bulge in the bag thanks to your sloppy job of putting everything inside.

“Just some medicine I picked up at the drugstore.” You lied.

Jack quirked a brow. “Why did you put it in the tub?”

You bit your lip and half shrugged. You clutched the bag tightly to your torso as if afraid he would take it. You pushed past him, walking backwards in order to watch him as you spoke. “I forgot.”

“Y/n…” Jack turned to face you as you darted from the bathroom into the bedroom. “...why do I feel like I’m missing something.”

Jack walked closer to you as you stood on the other side of the bed. He ran a hand through his brown curls, freshly cut for a recent magazine spread, and he ruffled them slightly as though forgetting their short length.

“It’s just…” You fumbled with the words. “...sorry, I need to call my mom.”

You explained, grabbing your phone off the night stand and running with the bag. You pushed past Jack, this time forcing him to move out of the way to let you pass.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jack asked. “Did I do something? Please talk to me…”

Jack said, trying to close the distance between you. You ran into the living room/office area as you fumbled with your phone to make the call.

“I just need a moment, Jack!” You barked back, hating the anger in your voice. You weren’t mad at him. At least, not yet. Right now, he was still your sweet, caring boyfriend. He didn’t deserve your snapping. Fear and anger were so closely linked and you knew it was the terror of losing your boyfriend that was putting you on edge.

Jack was taken aback by your tone. You never spoke to him like that. You had a stern voice, but you never yelled. He almost didn’t recognize it as your voice. It stopped Jack in his tracks and he stared at the ground. A mix of worry and embarrassment settled in his stomach. Similar to the feeling of getting scolded by a parent at school. With his eyes trained on the floor, he was staring at the carpet in front of you. You were still struggling to make the call, a sign that you were nervous.

Jack frowned as he saw the blue and white wand on the floor. He had seen enough movies to recognize it immediately, but the shock made me him walk toward it slowly in disbelief. He reached down and picked up the pregnancy test, his lips going dry. He looked at you, but your back was turned to him, holding the open paper bag, with your ear glued to your phone.

“Y/n…” Jack’s voice was low, making you turn toward him slowly.

He was staring down at the test unblinkingly. It was one of those tests that didn’t do the lines. Instead, it told you in plain English - Pregnant. No pink lines. No misconception. No confusion. Just pregnant. You looked at the bag, confused as to how one of them slipped, but then you noticed a small hole. You closed your eyes, your phone dropping from your ear.

“Jack…” You said softly, tears welding in your eyes.

Jack’s eyes were dark when they met yours again. It was like he was looking through you. It was worse than you had feared. You didn’t want to close the distance between you two, something you had grown accustom to craving these past couple of years. For the first time ever, you wanted to be far away from him.

“You’re pregnant?” Jack asked you.

You nodded. You turned the bag upside down and dumped the contents. Jack’s eyes stared at each of the items littering on the floor. Even though there was no way he could read each test from where he stood, the message was clear. You were sure. You were pregnant.

“I thought you couldn’t get pregnant.” Jack’s voice was so measured that one would think he was emotionless, but you knew it was because he was angry. “And you were on the pill.”

“Low chance.” You reminded him. “0.03% chance. I was also off the pill for a little bit two months ago because of an insurance problem. It was only a couple weeks and I was back on by the time we hooked up when you came to visit. I didn’t think…”

“You’re right, you didn’t f-cking think.” Jack said, his pink mouth tightening in frustration. “You didn’t think you could have clued me in on that before we went raw?”

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Look I’m not the one with a breeding kink. You were the one that came back into this relationship with this sudden desire to fill me up.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Come on, Y/n! That’s dirty talk.” He threw his hands in the air. “I also call you my little slut, it doesn’t mean I actually think that.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears and sniffled to force them back. You shrugged, hugging yourself. “What do you want me to say, Jack? I’m not exactly thrilled about gaining 30+ pounds and pushing an infant out of my vagina. But, here we are.”

“So you’re keeping it then?” Jack asked, the disappointment and judgment in his voice impossible to ignore.

You were silent for a few moments. While you knew that Jack was the first person you should tell about this, you wished you had asked your mother or best friend about it beforehand. You had yet to sort out your own feelings about this and, yet, you were already on the defensive.

“Yes…maybe…I don’t know.” You frowned, staring at the ground. “I accepted the fact that I would never have children. I don’t want to regret this years from now if this turns out to be my only chance.”

Jack’s lips flattened as he processed what you were saying. He couldn’t tell you what to do with your body. Especially, not with an explanation like that. Jack did want kids one day. He did want to have them with you. But now was not a good time. He was about to embark on his largest and longest international tour to date. There were legends in the business signing up to collaborate with him on their and his next projects. There were days where Jack didn’t remember to eat. How could he take care of a child?

“This isn’t a good time for me, Y/n.” Jack told you, honestly. “I don’t think I can raise a child right now.”

Your eyes fell shut as the tears fell down your cheeks. Droplets dampened your socks as your head was still tilted forward to face the ground. You already knew this. It wasn’t supposed to hurt so hard because you were prepared for this. But somehow, it still felt like your heart was being ripped out and stomped on in front of you.

Jack took a step closer. “I’m happy to help you financially, Y/n, but I don’t think I have the ability to be good father right now.”

You looked up at Jack with wide eyes. You didn’t think Jack would be this upfront about the next steps. You at least thought he would try to make it work. You weren’t even showing yet and he was already backing out. You frowned at him, shaking your head.

“I don’t need a baby daddy right now, Jack.” Your lips trembled and you struggled to keep your voice from wavering. “I needed my boyfriend. I’m terrified, right now. Just as much, if not more, than you are. You haven’t even touched me since you found out I’m pregnant.”

Jack’s blue gaze softened as he attempted to close the distance, but you stepped back to widen it once more. His arms remained glued to his sides. He let out a sigh before biting his lip looking at you. “This is a lot right now. Maybe we should just sit down and talk for a bit.”

Jack gestured to the couch as he slowly lowered on to it. You shook your head. You needed to clear your head. Still clutching the empty bag to your torso, you slipped your phone in your pocket as you walked over to the coffee table. You grabbed your keys and marched to the door to slip on your shoes.

Jack jumped to his feet as he realized you were leaving. “Don’t do anything stupid, Y/n.”

“I already did.” You said, pulling back the door and running out.

You ran to get an elevator and jammed the close elevator door button with your thumb repeatedly. You figured Jack could be following you and wanted to ensure there was enough distance that he wouldn’t catch up. Luckily, you had driven your own car to the hotel and the valet was quick to bring it to you.

The cold air stung your skin as the wind whipped at you. The sky had turned to a bluish gray hue with thick clouds warning of rain. You wrapped your arms around your chest, feeling the shivers creating goosebumps against your skin. You had emerged only in your pajamas and sneakers. You had your keys and your phone in your possession. Oh and the empty paper bag that you had balled into your fist on the elevator ride down. You left your charger and your suitcase in the hotel room, lost in the fury of your escape. Luckily, your credit cards and ID were in your phone case so, you didn’t have to go back. Since you were driving to your parents house, you knew you would be able to get clothes, a charger, and whatever other toiletries you would need. Most importantly, you would get the sympathy that you were craving.

The valet pulled your sedan from the garage. You smiled sweetly, unable to tip, but the person didn’t seem to mind. You sat in the car and took a deep breath. You buckled your seatbelt as you glanced in your rearview mirror. You swore you could see the familiar curly brown locks darting around the lobby. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, your foot pressed the gas before your brain could process if it was really Jack. It was so quick, you wouldn’t be surprised if your car did the cartoonish smoke with skidmarks across the pavement.

There was a blanket of security that enveloped you as you slowed your car to a reasonable speed. Your car obeyed your commands. Your nose filled with the familiar scent of your air freshener. You knew where your emergency lip balm was and your trusty water bottle was half full and chilled from a night in the garage. Being in your car was something familiar in a day full of uncertainty.

Seeing how well Jack’s reaction went over, you decided to call your mother in advance to tell her what was going on. You told your phone to call “Mom” and it connected to your bluetooth as it rang.

“Hi honey!” Your mother’s voice rang into the car. “I think I missed your call earlier. I called you back, but you didn’t pick up. Everything alright?”

Tears welded in your eyes. You tried to blink them away, afraid of obscuring your vision on the highway. You were a two hour drive a way from your childhood home and it had begun to drizzle. You needed to keep a level head to get there safely. To get you and your baby there safely.

“Mom,” Your voice broke despite your best attempts to keep it strong. “I’m pregnant.”

“W-What?” Your mother’s voice was breathless as if she was underwater.

“I’m going to have a baby, Mom. I’m pregnant.” You said again. The words sounded so foreign to your ears. You had to yet say the sentence out loud and it felt so much more real.

“B-But, how? I thought your ovaries --”

You nodded although she couldn’t see you. “I know, I know.” You let out a dry laugh. “0.03% chance. What a miracle.”

“I’m so happy for you, honey.” You suddenly realized your mother was crying, with happiness. “Congratulations. How has Jack taken the news?”

“Uhm, Mom? This isn’t exactly a happy occasion.” You let out a shaky breath. “I’m 24, unmarried, and secretly dating a superstar who is not interested in becoming a parent. This is not something to be celebrated.”

“Oh honey, I had you when I was 26.” She made a dismissal noise. “Jack will come around. He’s just a little scared. Everyone gets scared. But you really do have a little miracle. You should be careful though too much straining --”

“Mom, you’re not listening.” You argued. “Jack straight up told me he doesn’t want to be a father. That he will financially support me, but that’s it. We’re over.”

There was a beat of silence before your mother asked. “Did Jack say it was over?”

“No…”

“Did you say it was over?”

“No…”

“Well, then it isn’t over.”

Your mother said it so confidently you almost believed her. Until you remembered that she didn’t see Jack’s expression -- the dark blue voids that seemed to stare at you like a bug on the wall. If she saw that, she wouldn’t dare tell you that there was still a chance. With that realization, you felt your heart breaking and suddenly, you were now extremely invested in the heart growing inside of you. Maybe you would keep the baby after all.

Four months later

As you rubbed your rounded belly, you stared in the full-length mirror of your childhood bedroom. You knew moving back home was a good idea. Your mother was taking care of you much better than your roommates could. But, sitting in your room still marked with the joys of your teenage years made you feel like a cast member on 16 & Pregnant. Even with your new remote work setup, thanks to your job being understanding about your move, it still didn’t feel like the room of an adult. You were in a time capsule of your youth as you prepared to bring a new life into the world. It made you feel even less prepared and more bitter that you were doing this as a single parent.

As much as you hated that you still kept track, you knew it had been exactly four months since you last spoke to Jack. It would be unfair to make it sound like Jack didn’t try to reach out. He called you and texted you multiple times in the first few days after you left. When you didn’t respond, he mailed your stuff along with a hand-written apology. You had scanned it, disappointed to not find anything that implied he was going to be more than a financial support to his child. You threw it away immediately and sobbed until you couldn’t breathe. It was at that point that you decided that Jack meant nothing to you.

Or as close to nothing as you could feel for someone you still loved.

You walked over to your closet to put on a fresh top. Your stomach wasn’t super big, but it was obvious you were pregnant. Your breasts had swelled as well which made all your current bras uncomfortable. Since you were usually home, you had decided to no longer wear them. You chose a collared floral top that cinched above your waist. It added a bit of bust support without squeezing the top of your stomach. You put on some black leggings and then marched out of your room in your slippers.

As you walked down the steps, you could hear your mother talking to someone. The voice sounded female which meant it wasn’t your father, who should be at work right now anyway. The moment you saw the long, dark brown curly hair, your breath hitched.

You misstepped and slid down the steps, your butt hitting each one on the way down. Your mother’s footsteps thundered toward you as more timid ones quickly followed. You had a hand protectively on your stomach while the other rested on your back.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Your mother asked, with concern. “You should be careful.”

Your mother was worried that you were going to lose your “miracle baby”, as she kept calling it. Your doctor had assured you that you had a healthy pregnancy. You could continue working and engage in light exercise. But, your mother still doted on you worriedly.

“I”m okay, I just slipped.” Your eyes met the light blue eyes of the other guest in the house who stared at you sympathetically. “Good morning, Mrs. Harlow.”

“Hi, Y/n…” She said, “Sorry to intrude like this. I just--”

“I know.” You said, standing up with your mother helping you. You didn’t actually need the assistance. But you didn’t mind it. “I assume you wanted to see about the baby. Well, it’s real.”

“I can see that.” Jack’s mother commented. “You look beautiful, Y/n. Your skin is glowing.”

You smiled softly. Your best friend had teasingly told you to get on dating apps because of how radiant you looked these days. Your hair was fuller, your skin was brighter, and men at the grocery store seemed to be entranced by the extra oomph in your chest. However, you weren’t interested in anyone else right now. You just wanted to meet your baby.

“Thank you.” You smiled wider. “I feel good. We still have awhile to go.”

Jack’s mother looked at yours. Your mother gave Mrs. Harlow an encouraging nod and you frowned. You could tell something was going on, but you couldn’t predict what it could be.

“Jack is outside.” She explained, finally. “He wanted to see you, but he was afraid you wouldn’t let him in if he came alone.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You didn’t think that Jack would ever show up. And if he was going to send a representative in first, you would have predicted Urban or Neelam before his mother. Your heart clenched knowing that it took a lot of pride for Jack to ask his mother for help. He was so self-sufficient, that he hated admitting that he was over his head. He had to pretty desperate to ask his mother for help.

You felt self-conscious, covering your stomach with your hands. Your body was very different from the last time Jack saw you. Everyone saw the beautiful changes, but there were new stretchmarks and blemishes that had appeared as well. You worried that your face looked fuller than usual and that your occasional breakouts had ruined your complexion. You knew it was stupid to be embarrassed by these things, but you couldn’t help that you were. Just as much as you couldn’t help the fact that your heart fluttered at the thought of seeing Jack again.

“He can come in.” You said, walking toward the living room. “I’ll sit on the couch.”

“Thank you, Y/n.” Jack’s mother said. She motioned to walk to the door, but turned and walked to you first. Standing in front of you, her expression hardened. “I’m so sorry about how Jack treated you. I know I can’t take it away. The hurt that you must have felt nor the betrayal. But just know that I gave him hell and still do every day since he told me. You’re a strong woman, Y/n. However you decide to move forward, know you have my full support. As your friend and the grandmother of your baby.”

Tears welled in your eyes and you sniffled loudly. “Thank you so much!” You wiped the fallen tears with the back of your hand. “Sorry, hormones. But, thank you.”

“Do not apologize, love.” Jack’s mother looked like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She walked toward the front door, slowly becoming out of your view.

You squeezed your thighs as you waited. There was a lump in your throat that seemed to get bigger when you heard heavy footsteps enter through your door. As much as you willed yourself to look straight ahead, you couldn’t help, but turn when Jack’s tall frame came into your view. His hair was a little longer than last time you saw him and his light brown beard had been shaped up recently. He was wearing one of his sweat suits, a white and blue one that you always loved him in. You knew that was on purpose. He was holding a bouquet of flowers that was comically large. It was also gorgeous.

Jack pulled his hood down as he searched for you. You stood up slowly as his eyes traced you from your head to your toes and then back up again. You shifted uncomfortably.

“Y/n, you look…”

You turned away from him. “If you say I look fat, I’ll slap you.”

Jack chuckled and walked closer to you. “I was going to say beautiful. But I think I deserve a few slaps anyway.”

You turned to look at him, not expecting the soft, sheepish stare of his clear blue eyes. They were so different from the cold, sapphire pools that you saw four months ago. Jack handed you the flowers and you accepted them, sitting back down on the couch. You were grateful that he gave you something to do with your hands. Instinct made you want to wrap you arms around him, but your heart was still too angry.

Jack sat on the couch as well, leaving the seat in the middle open so you could face each other and talk comfortably. You put the flowers there to create an actual divider between you two. There was a silence as Jack admired you. His eyes didn’t leave your stomach. You were used to it from strangers, but it felt weird to have Jack staring at you like this.

“My eyes are up here…” You joked, usually telling him something similar when he stared at your chest.

The apples of Jack’s cheeks tinted red making you laugh, despite yourself. Blushing Jack always reminded you of the first phase of your relationship -- when Jack wasn’t super famous yet outside of Kentucky and his hair was still long. He was shy when talking to girls he liked, no matter how much he tried to play it off. Nowadays, Jack had more confidence and bravado. But, the blushing boy was still buried inside of him, apparently.

“Y/n,” Jack’s voice came out hoarse and he cleared his throat. “I am so sorry. I have been such a coward these past few months.”

“No kidding.” You said, rolling your eyes as you folded your arms.

Jack hung his head as he nodded, “I was so worried about my world crashing because I wouldn’t be able to commit to you and our child. But, without you, I already feel like everything is so messed up. I told myself that once we got back together, I would never let you walk out again. To think when you needed me most, I turned my back on you makes me sick. I wish I could take it back, but I can’t. So, I want to make it better.”

Tears stung your eyes and you sighed. You had dreamed of hearing these words from Jack’s lips. This was the apology you wanted in that letter all those months ago. Except, now you needed more than just kind words. Jack was great with words. His entire career was built around saying the right thing. You learned the hard way that Jack’s actions didn’t always match what he promised.

You frowned as you turned toward Jack to see him fiddling with something in his pocket. He pulled out a black,velvet box and your eyes widened. He opened it to reveal a gorgeous ring. The diamond was incredibly large and in the shape you liked. The band was the color that always looked great on your skin tone. It looked like it should be on the hand of a movie star.

Jack shifted to get down on one knee, but you put your hand on your shoulder to stop him. The tears rolled down your cheeks. Part of you was happy, but another part of you was angry.

“Don’t do this…” You said to him, “...don’t do this if you’re just trying to make an honest woman out of me. This isn’t 1932, we don’t have be married to have a child.”

Jack’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. “Do you really think I’m doing this out of some obligation, Y/n?” At the risk of sounding like a douche, a ring like this takes a lot longer than four months to make.”

Your mouth fell open as you felt your cheeks heat. You wiped your tears with the side of your hands and let out a small laugh as you said, “You’re right, you do sound like a douche.”

Jack’s laugh came out raspy and realized he was more nervous than you thought. He was really asking you to marry him and he was afraid you were going to say no. As he should be. But, would you?

“Well?” You asked him.

“Well, what?” He asked, confused.

“Is that all you had prepared? Over four months in the making and no speech?”

Jack’s eyes widened, but when he saw the going of humor in yours, you saw him visibly relax. Jack motioned to get down on one knee again, but you stopped him.

“For god’s sake, what now?” Jack groaned, impatiently. “I’m losing my nerve.”

You laughed. “Let’s go upstairs. I don’t want an audience.” You gestured toward the dining room that was on the other side of the hallway to the living room.

Jack turned around to see both of your mother’s doing a horrible job of pretending they weren’t watching you two. Jack shook his head and closed the box, shoving it in his pocket. He stood up and reached his hand out to help you up as well.

You took it and let Jack hold your hand as you walked up the stairs. He kept looking back at you concerned after each step.

“Is this too much for you?” He asked. “I can carry you.”

As romantic as it sounded to have Jack carry you up the stairs, you couldn’t shake the image of you two falling down the stairs like a slinky. You shook your head and smiled at him,

“This is my usual exercise.” You explained.

“You shouldn’t strain yourself.” Jack chastised you, but he didn’t push it any more.

At the top of the steps, you pointed to your bedroom and Jack walked in that direction. You had briefly forgotten that you were inviting him into your teenage bedroom until one of your many posters came into view.

“I know you like Harry Styles…” Jack commented, still squeezing your hand, “But this is a little humbling.”

You bit your lip to hide your embarrassed smile. “Humbling?”

“I’m about to propose in front of every member of One Direction” Jack squinted at one of the posters. “Wow you have a lot of posters. Several of which have Harry’s face encircled with a heart. Very humbling.”

You laughed, “Well, I hope this speech you have been preparing is better than “Little Things,” because I can’t guarantee I’ll say yes.”

Jack grinned as he got down one knee. He pretended to stop halfway through and gave you a look to check if you were going to stop him again. When you didn’t, he pulled out the ring.

“Y/n Y/l/n, you’ve been a huge part of my life over the last five years. As both a friend and a girlfriend, you have been my greatest supporter and my biggest fan. I got through some of my toughest shows thanks to you. I also was reminded to celebrate my greatest highs thanks to you. You deserve the world for everything you do for me, loved ones, and the people around you. You deserve hell of a lot more than me, but I promise to give 150% to you. You will be above everything to me.” Jack paused and smiled. “You and our family. I love you, Y/n. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You said, nodding rapidly.

Jack slipped the ring on your finger, a bit snug because of your pregnancy, but you didn’t care. It still looked gorgeous nonetheless. He scooped you in his arms and pressed a kiss your lips. You smiled into the peck and Jack chuckled.

“I can’t help, but feel like someone is getting between us.” Jack said, glancing down at your rounded stomach.

You laughed, “Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll feel our baby kick.”

Jack’s eyes lit up. He hesitated and you took his hand and pressed it against your stomach. He didn’t apply any pressure at first. He rubbed it delicately, resting his other hand on your lower back. You couldn’t deny that you imagined this moment for months: Jack’s warm hands on your swollen belly and aching back as he rubbed the fatigue away. After awhile there was a small kick. Jack’s eyes which had been trained on your stomach flicked to yours. You gave him a quick nod and he gasped.

“That was a kick?” Jack asked.

“Yup. A little one.” You explained. “The bigger ones tend to happen when I am going to bed. A night owl, just like Daddy.”

Jack chuckled, beaming. “Do we know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?”

You shook your head. “My mother wants to do a gender reveal party, no matter how much I try to talk her out of it. She thought this would never happen so, she’s going all out. There’s a baby shower too.”

“I’ll be there.” Jack said with a finality. “I don’t care what day it is, I’ll be there. And for any appointments. And anything you want to do for our wedding--”

“Jack, Jack…” You sat down on the bed and patted the space next to you for him to sit as well. “...thank you, but you don’t have to overhaul your whole life for this. Of course, you’re going to be involved, but don’t feel pressure to do all this. I don’t mind signing the marriage papers and postponing the wedding. Besides, I had a different image of how I would look in a wedding dress.”

You stared at your stomach in the mirror. You saw Jack staring at your expression in the reflection and you tried to brighten your features. Jack hated when you got down on yourself and you didn’t want to argue about your self-image. You were sensitive enough as it was.

“You really do look beautiful, Y/n.” Jack said again. “I am happy to go at your pace. If you want to wait for the wedding, we will wait. If you want me at any appointment, just put it on my calendar and I will be there. I love you and I just want to make you happy.”

“Thank you, Jack.” You leaned in and kissed him

Jack’s eyes fluttered close as he cradled your jaw with his hand and deepened the kiss. You missed how he always tasted minty fresh and the force of his tongue against yours. Your body melted as his thumb massaged your cheek while the other hand rubbed circles into your back. You truly missed the affectionate touch of your boyfriend.

“Y/n,” Jack’s voice deep and you recognized his tone immediately. “When you said you were doing light exercise on the stairs…just how much activity are you allowed?”

“Are you asking me if we can have sex, Jack?” You asked him teasingly.

Seeing his face turn red was completely worth it. Jack nodded, glancing away from you as he bit his red lips. “Yeah…”

“Yes, we can.” You said, “But we may have to figure out how we fit together with my bump in between us.”

“I’m sure I can figure it out.” Jack grinned.

You stood up and pulled down your leggings, letting them pool at your feet. You sat on the bed and kicked off your slippers and the leggings fell to the ground.. Jack helped your remove your top and his eyes widened when he saw your bare torso.

“Wow, those are new…” Jack remarked staring at your breasts.

You smiled shyly. “I…uh…haven’t found a bra to fit them quite yet.”

“I’m not surprised.” Jack bit his lip. “Do you mind if I play with them?”

“Please do…” You said in a breathy voice that would have been more embarrassing if you weren’t so needy.

Jack removed his sweatshirt and tossed it on the floor to reveal his black tank top. He had gotten a bit more toned since you last saw him and your eyes couldn’t look away his tapered waist. You licked your dry lips. He sat on the bed and motioned for you to straddle him. You did, holding on to his shoulders to steady yourself, as you pressed your knees on either side of his thighs. He pressed kisses into your neck as he gently massaged your mounds. You moaned softly, not wanting your mothers downstairs to hear you. Jack’s thumbs gently encircling your nipples didn’t help.

“Are they even more sensitive than before?” He whispered against your neck, not too far from your ear.

“Y-Yeah,” You muttered, already feeling a warmth pooling in your underwear.

“I guess I better enjoy these before little Harlow starts hogging them, huh?” Jack teased before placing one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking gently.

You covered your mouth to silence a loud moan. You could feel Jack’s facial hair tickling your breast as his tongue wrapped around your nipple. You grinded yourself gently against his hardening cock and Jack grunted before switching breasts. He used his fingers to tweak the one he was previously sucking on, to make sure your nipple stayed hard. You continued to roll your lower half against him, careful not to push your belly into his stomach.

Jack pulled back and massaged your breasts with both hands. He pressed your your tits together and buried his face in your cleavage making you giggle. His nose and beard made it tickle but his fingers still brushing against your stimulated nipples kept the pit in your core alight.

“Can I tell you something?” Jack asked, pulling back to look at you, but still massaging your breasts, “And you promise not to make fun of me?”

“I would never promise that.” You joked, “But tell me anyway.”

“Ever since you mentioned my breeding kink in our last argument, it’s kinda haunted me.” Jack sighed. “I never thought about it. No one ever said it like that either. But now, seeing you like this--”

Your mouth fell open and you saw the panic in Jack’s eyes. He was already sputtering trying to take it back, but you saw what was going on. It was too late.

“Are you even more turned on having sex with your pregnant girlfriend?”

“Pregnant fiance.” Jack corrected, meekly. “B-But, yeah…this is so hot to me.”

“Well this won’t become a habit, Jack. I’m not getting knocked up constantly just to spice things up in the bedroom.” You teased, “But after the baby is born, I’ll be happy to put on one of those pregnancy bellies if that would get your rocks off.”

Jack groaned. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”

“I’ll even keep my old maternity clothes.” You continued to tease him. “Mhmm, I bet you like this MILF couture.”

“I’m going to lose my hard on.” Jack warned.

You pressed yourself into him, cupping your breasts in your hands over and stared Jack down. “Are you really?”

Jack’s eyes were filled with lust and you felt sexier than you had in months. You were joking with this seductive pose, but seeing how much he wanted you was a huge confidence boost. You bit your lip, continuing to give him a sultry stare.

“F-ck…” Jack shook his head. “I’m so bricked up right now. I hate you. I love you, but I hate you. F-ck you.”

“I thought that’s what we were doing here…” You joked.

Jack smirked at you. “You’re right…”

He leaned back and pulled his waist band down just enough to free himself. You stared down at his cock, unable to remember the last time you saw him this hard. He was already leaking with pre-cum and his head looked angry and red.

“I don’t have a condom.” You said.

Jack gave you a look as he stared down at your naked, rounded belly and then back at your eyes. You both chuckled. There was a lightness in the air that you hadn’t felt ina long time. Jack calmed you and you were thrilled to have him back in your life.

You raised your hips and Jack steadied you by holding onto them. You reached down and placed his tip at your entrance with one hand and twisted the crotch of you underwear to the side with the other. You sunk down on to him with a low moan. Jack grunted as he bit his lip so hard, you thought he would draw blood. You bounced on Jack lightly, trying to find a rhythm. You were worried it would take Jack a moment to adjust to your new weight, but he didn’t seem to notice. His hips lifted to meet yours effortlessly, coaxing you to come down harder and faster.

“God damn…” Jack swore under his breath. “I’m trying so hard to be quiet, princess, but you feel so good around me.”

“I missed feeling you inside me.” You confessed.

Jack reached between you two to play with your clit, making you grip his shoulders. He watched you bouncing on top of him, his eyes filled with adoration. His unwavering expression was making it hard to keep eye contact so, you closed your eyes and leaned your head back. Jack took the opportunity to suck on one of your breasts.

“If you do all of that I’m gonna come.” You groaned.

Jack let go of your breast with a pop. “It’s taking all of my willpower not to explode inside of you right now. The faster you cum, the better it is for both of us.” With that he went back to sucking on your other breast this time, taking in more of your breast in his mouth like he was actually trying to milk you.

You dug your fingernails into his shoulders as your orgasm crashed into you. You squeezed him tightly and Jack’s hands jumped to your lower back to support you. He helped you to ride through your orgasm and it wasn’t long until you felt the warm rush of his release filling you up. Jack let go of your nipple to kiss you deeply, his tongue immediately swirling yours. You swallowed each other’s moans as you held each other tightly until you both stopped shaking from pleasure.

Jack helped you lift off of him. He laid you on your back and got to work cleaning you up. He removed your underwear and got you a tissue to up the mix of your juices that settled between your folds. He got some of the baby wipes off your vanity to wipe down the thin layer of sweat that developed on your skin. He pulled on a fresh pair of underwear too.

Jack held a tub of cocoa butter over you so you could see it laying down. “Should I put this on too?”

You smiled. “I use it for my belly. It’s supposed to help the stretch marks, but honestly it just feels nice.”

Jack immediately unscrewed the top and lovingly massaged cocoa butter on your stomach and breasts. He took his time, laying soft kisses on the stretched skin. You could tell he was truly enamored with your body and not only in a lustful sense.

“You’re so beautiful…” Jack reminded you as he helped you sit up. He pecked your lips before helping you to get dressed. Once you were ready, he adjusted his own appearance in the mirror.

“Shall we go downstairs and share the good news?”

“That you have a serious breeding kink?” You teased.

“No…” Jack rolled his eyes. “That you’re going to be Mrs. Y/n Harlow.”

“Of course…” You laid back down. “After my nap.”

Jack smiled. He waited until you got comfortable before putting himself around you to snuggle you into him. Watching you sleep contently helped to lift a weight that had been on his chest.

Jack knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. He hurt you and broke your trust. He was going to have to show you he was a changed man. But seeing you laying in his arms, his future child in your stomach, he couldn’t imagine how he thought he would be able to stay away from you. Or worse, leave the chance for another man raise his child in his stead. No, you were his world and he was ready to protect you with everything he had. As a husband and a father.

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spideyanakin · 2 years

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hymne a l'amour, chorus (c.l)

summary -monegasque princess!reader, princess falls in love with the people’s prince, but it’s not as easy as fairy tale bliss

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Hymne a l'amour by Edith Piaf

"Charles, people are going to notice our absence." A laugh escaped your lips as he caught your lips in a new kiss. Both his hands rested on your waist, making it impossible for you to slip away.

"I don't care." He mumbled as he kissed you again. Somehow you let yourself get caught in the moment again instead of battling with him.

You were sat on a desk, Charles standing in between your knees with his hand gripping your waist a little tighter as the kisses escalated.

You had been invited to a motorsports event that HAAS had organized at the White House. You didn't know why the White House - apparently something about the president wanting to encourage the USA to watch more motorsports? You didn't know. All you did know was that you were invited, and so was most of the formula 1 staff.

But what you didn't expect was to sneak out of the party and be making out with Charles in what you maybe thought was the red room - your back resting against a painting of Alexander Hamilton.

"I'm sick of hiding because I can't hold your hand in public." He mumbled. "or kiss you."

"And so it's an excuse to make-out in the White House? Against Alexander Hamilton may I add."

"Yes. I’m sure he doesn’t mind - he wasn’t able to sayy noo to thisss anyways. He understands."

“Did you just make a Hamilton reference?” You gasped.

“Yes.” he grinned before gluing his lips back to yours.

"I hate to say this, but can we please get back to the party?" You pouted. "I don't want to accidentally break something."

With a sigh he kissed you again, more gentle this time. Taking a step back and handing you his hand. You kissed his cheek before lacing your fingers through his and giving his knuckles a kiss too. Lastly you fixed his shirt and he fixed the strap of your dress before sneakily walking out of the room.

The whole party was a change of mood. You ended up slipping apart as you were both pulled into different conversations. It wasn't until Lando walked close to you that Charles brought his full attention back on you.

"You know, I've always wondered what it was like to be born and raised in Monaco." Lando leaned in a little bit, you could tell he probably had a drink too much and smiled a little before replying.

"Why don't you ask Charles?" You raised an eyebrow and looked at Charles who might have been talking with Carlos but was frantically looking to the side as he noticed Lando's flirting.

"Oh." That seemed to throw him off and he didn't really know what to reply. "Well um, I guess I just never thought to ask."

You giggled when you spotted Charles glaring daggers at Lando. Lando seemed to catch up on the fact that you were laughing and looked all confused.

"Sorry- just I overheard a funny thing Carlos said."

"Oh, yeah. Carlos can be quite funny." He smirked and took another sip of his drink. "You want to know a joke?"

"Sure."

"What do you call a Mexican who has lost his car?"

"You stole that joke from Pierre."

"I did." He mumbled, making you laugh - and obviously making Charles 3 times more jealous than he already was.

Your eyes were kept on Charles as you saw him leave Carlos and come towards the two of you.

"Hey, Charles!" Lando beamed and you could see that your boyfriend wouldn't reply in the same cheery tone. In fact he didn't even reply, just hummed as stood closer to you. Lando seemed to have his attention caught somewhere else and left.

"I can see you're jealous."

"I am" He replied without hesitation, making you laugh a little. "Which is why we need to make out in the red room again." That made a new fit of giggles fall from your lips.

"No"

The more you and Charles hid your relationship, the more it got harder to hide. Charles was desperately falling in love with you more every day, so much that tearing his eyes away from you for a second was too hard for him.

"Oh my god, look who is staring at you, again." Lewis pointed out and you turned your head to find Charles's gaze fixed on you, again.

Smiling to him, he gave you a short nod before walking away and back to a conversation he was having with one of his engineers about the race.

"He's the monegasque driver, right?" Prince Harry asked and you nodded.

"Yeah- we're good friends." You nodded as you continued your way through the paddocks, just the usual when you were at Silverstone. The same old path you would take just to pretend to be polite and say hi to the teams, where in all truths you were catching up with the princes and Lewis.

"I would say more than friends but whatever." Lewis chimned in, making you roll your eyes.

"So you're not denying it." Harry smirked.

"No, it's not like that." You lied.

"It's very much like that." Lewis went on. "Don't try to hide it from me, Y/n. Charles can never stop staring at you and somehow you're also always staring back."

"That doesn't mean we're together."

"Only a matter of time." He rolled his eyes again. "You should see them in Monaco." He turned towards Harry. "She's always glued to him in the Ferrari garage."

"Would make so much sense if you were with him tho. The f1 driver and the Monegasque princess." Prince Harry continued.

"You're right, it does sound good." Hamilton went with it and you decided not to answer.

"See, she's not answering."

"We're definitely onto something"

"Whatever" You rolled your eyes as you kept your act up.

What you didn't expect was to get seriously pissed at Lewis by the end of the race. Charles had been first for more than half of it, and no matter how proud you were that he had a podium - you were fuming.

But it was only when you found yourself back in Charles's motor home, away from all the sneaky eyes and cameras that you let yourself word it.

Wrapping your arms tight around Charles, and melting into his embrace as he closed you in the hug. You didn't even care for the fact that your clothes would be soaked in champagne. All that mattered was that you were proud of him, and he needed to know that.

"I'm so mad at Lewis." You mumbled into his neck.

"It's alright." He chuckled and he felt you shaking your head no.

"You deserved that win."

“Maybe I did.” He mumbled back.

For a second you stayed in each other's arms, appreciating the moment. Charles was drained, sweaty and the champagne was getting sticky - even he didn’t know how you could stand being his arms for so long when he was in this state.

"Didn't know you were friends with the royals." He mumbled after a while.

"Love, I've known them all my life." You chuckled. "William and Harry have known me before I could even talk"

"Didn't know." He smiled.

"Yeah. And well, Lewis had the audacity to mention that I had a crush on you." You rolled your eyes.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Indeed. Now Lewis and Harry won't stop bugging me about it."

"Ah, if only they knew."

Two weeks later, Charles was back in Monaco, enjoying the little time he got with his family. His mind wandered to you as he was cooking something.

He heard his phone ring from the living room, but in between the bacon on the stove and the potatoes who were about to burn, he couldn't go and answer.

"Arthur! Can you pick up the phone?" He yelled.

"Sure!"

"Who is it?" He yelled again.

Arthur raised an eyebrow as he just saw a red heart emoji. "I don't know!" He replied before answering the phone, and slowly strutting towards the kitchen.

"Hello." His voice chimed.

"Hey, love." You smiled over the phone and Arthur raised an eyebrow. "I was wondering what time you're picking me up tomorrow? I miss you." Arthur choked on air and couldn't answer. "Hello? Charles?"

"Sorry, this isn't Charles, I'm his brother."

"Oh sorry, your voices sound identical." You suddenly felt embarrassed for not recognizing that this wasn't your boyfriend.

Arthur stayed frozen in the middle of the kitchen doorway and Charles mouthed 'who is it?', but Arthur didn't reply to him, he continued talking to you.

"And you are?"

"I'm his girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Arthur squeaked and he stared at Charles.

"Arthur give me the phone." instead of giving it to him, he put his hand out and told Charles;

"No, no I want to know more." he turned around and Charles let out an annoyed huff as he watched his brother gush over the phone.

"I didn't know Charles had a girlfriend." He told you, making you chuckle a little bit.

"Well he does."

"How long have you been together?"

"5 months"

"FIVE MONTHS?"

"Yeah. Can you pass me my boyfriend now?" You giggled.

"Alright, yeah." He frowned as he turned back to Charles. "Why does your voice sound so familiar? Have we met or something?"

"We might have seen each other once or twice."

Later at the diner table, the thought of Charles having a secret girlfriend didn't leave his mind. He served himself some more potatoes before speaking up.

"Mom, did you know Charles has a girlfriend?"

"A girlfriend?" Lorenzo raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he told me about her. I don't know much, though - he keeps her pretty secret."

"Yeah, I can see that." Lorenzo squinted his eyes towards Charles.

"Yeah - I only figured it out because I answered Charles's phone. Her voice sounded awfully familiar though" Arthur continued.

"Yeah, well I'm sure we will meet her when your brother is ready to introduce her."

"Thanks mom."

And they seemed to drop the subject. Pascale got back to her dish and got into a new conversation with Lozenro, but Arthur's ears caught the radio that was still on in the kitchen, it was an interview of you. Some lady was asking if you were still going to hand the trophies for the race this year. Of course you would.

Realization struck Arthur like a race car that crashed. He looked at Charles like a deer in headlights and Charles knew exactly what had happened - he was listening to your voice himself.

Arthur dropped his fork and blankly stared at Charles, the poor guy looked terrified - he knew his brother and what this look meant.

"You son of a bitch."

"Arthur!"

Before another word could be shared Charles and Arthur got out of their chairs and Charles sprinted upstairs, while Arthur was chasing him around.

Arthur was calling Charles's name like a madman while Charles just wanted to get away from his brother. When he hit a dead end, they had to stop. Charles raised his hand in the air so his brother wouldn't hurt him.

They both tried to catch their breath and Arthur spoke first.

"What the fuck."

"Don't tell mom."

"Don't tell mom?"

"Or Lorenzo." That confused Arthur even more. "If they find out they would flip out."

"WELL WHO WOULDN'T!"

"Arthur." Charles folded his eyes as he tried to think of the right words to calm his brother down. "Please"

"Hmm."

"Please." He pleaded again.

"You're going to have to tell them someday." He frowned.

"Yeah, but when that happens we have to get ready to tell the whole world." That seemed to make Arthur understand. "Everything will just escalate and go crazy from there."

"I get it... I guess."

Silence fell between the two and Charles could see the wheels going in Arthur's brain.

"So does that make you a prince of something?"

Charles face palmed.

"No."

"AH HA!" your dad walked in the living room and you looked up from your book with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes?"

You watched him as he was smiling like an idiot, all happy and bright. You knew that look - it was when he made a new discovery about something he either really liked or that made a lot of sense, or even when he was right about something.

"I've made a pretty interesting discovery" See - you knew him too well.

"Go ahead"

"I know who you're boyfriend is."

You made a questionable face. "Dad, with the amount of time you've said that and got it wrong I-" He lowered his phone down to your face to see a video of you and Charles laughing. You gulped and the fact that he was right was impossible to hide.

By your silence he knew he was right too.

"See, I'm a genius."

"Well it did take you ten tries." You grumbled and fully closed your book, shifting to face him. You waited for him to speak again, a silent way of saying 'so, do you approve?'

"Good pick to be honest. I knew you had good taste" You folded your eyes and groaned, grabbing a pillow to throw it at him.

"So you approve?" You said a little hopefully after a second of silence.

"Of course I do, darling. I've always liked Charles." He nodded and you sighed of relief, standing to hug your dad.

"Thank you."

"But I think the entire world is suspicious now."

"What?" You pulled away.

"Yeah, how do you think I figured it out?" He showed you the articles.

Your jaw dropped when you saw a picture of you walking alone in Monaco in one of Charles's Ferrari shirts. It was a few days ago at a moment where you never thought you'd be seen. You had just left Charles’s apartment from an afternoon of playing video games with him and his brother; Arthur (who obviously wanted to meet you after he discovered who Charles was dating). You even had sunglasses and a hairstyle you never usually wore in public. You had no clue how some paparazzi spotted you. People were going insane because they recognized this as not just being a Ferrari shirt but being Charles's Ferrari shirt. The rip on the side gave it away - because on an instagram picture Charles had the same rip on the same shirt.

You scrolled through more headlines

IS Y/N OF MONACO DATING FORMULA 1 DRIVER CHARLES LECLERC?

CHARLES LECLERC, FUTURE PRINCE OF MONACO?

INSIGHTS ON HOW THE PRINCESS OF MONACO MIGHT BE DATING F1 DRIVER CHARLES LECLERC

"I mean people don't know for sure?" You winced. "They said this about me with other guys a bunch of times." It sounded more of a question than facts.

"I think you can keep hiding a little longer." You didn't know if that reassured you or not.

"Yeah, A little while longer."

After Charles's last race, he was back in Monaco just for a few days, and you were doing your best to take advantage of the little time you had with him. You both pushed away the rumors as just rumors - no one could know for sure, and it wasn't these rumors who would ruin your little bubble of love.

"Yeah, I'm soon launching my fashion brand." Charles beamed as he replied to a twitch comment. "I'm going to make a whole line of bandanas which is something I'm looking forward to"

You on the other hand completely forgot that he was live, you freely walked behind him to go and grab a book.

Suddenly the comments bursted out with -

'Omg there's a girl behind Charles!'

'CHARLES IS THAT YOUR GF?'

He looked at the comments and realized they could see half of your body walking across the camera. His cheeks went bright red and he started stuttering on his words. You realized as Charles started talking back to his twitch and gave him a 'Im sorry, I forgot' look

The good thing was that, at least they didn't see your face. You were wearing a sundress and it was almost impossible to put a face or a name on you by just your dress.

"Hey um- that was my girlfriend in the background." And the whole chat exploded, making Charles chuckle instead of being mad.

'So you're not dating the princess of Monaco???'

'omg no I shipped them :('

Charles smirked a little as he saw those comments pass and decided not to address them.

And finally when Charles ended his live, the two of you snuggled on his couch, Drag Race playing in the background.

“Well that was a close one.” Charles melted a little deeper into his couch.

“Yeah.” Somehow you didn’t joke about it like you usually would, and he found it suspicous.

“What’s wrong?” He wondered as he snuggled a little closer to you.

You sighed, looking back to your TV - watching as Ru Paul announced the winner of that episode.

“Gottmik”

“Huh?”

“Gottmik won that challenge - I watched that episode when it came out.”

“Y/n, please don’t change the subject.” He sighed.

"Alright, well I've been thinking." You played with his fingers.

That doesn’t sound good - Charles thought.

His mind went into all the multiple different versions of how this conversation would go. 50% wouldn’t end in his favor and he suddenly felt like a drag race contestant about to be told if he had to ‘sashay away’ or ‘shantay you stay’

"Maybe it's time we tell the world about us?" the breath that was stuck inside him released in relief. "I- I don't want to rush you. We both know the expectations that will be coming- but I mean. I think we've hidden long enough. I barely checked instagram and Tik Tok and the fans are already going mad since you revealed you had a girlfriend 30min ago." That made him smile a little. “Rumors are going around, my dad knows. I-”

“Yes” His answer took you a little bit by surprise.

"Really?

"Yeah." He brought your knuckles to his lips, dropping a kiss there. "I have an idea though."

"What’s your idea" You leaned a little closer.

"You know how I asked you and Pierre to pose for my brand?" You nodded. "How about we also pose together as well? For my website. The launch is in a month so that leaves us a month to tell the world. And maybe we could tell people by posting a picture together, right before the Monaco grand prix."

"And if you win I get to kiss you while handing you the trophy?" That made Charles's heart race in his chest.

"Yes."

And so you did.

Charles posted one of your favorites photos together, one where his arm was securely wrapped around your waist and he was leaning in to kiss your cheek from the side. You were smiling at the camera, one hand on Charles’s shoulder.

You smiled as you read the caption.

‘Because everyone seemed to wonder, here is the love of my life’

His caption made heat rise to your cheek, and you turned your head towards him - watching him as he slipped on his race suit. Keeping it hanging from his hips, something you always found extremely attractive for some reason.

He grinned before stealing a kiss from you, tangling his hand in yours before walking out of his motor home.

As expected the instagram post had made a small crowd of paparazzi gather in front of Charles’s door, they all gasped when they saw you step out and the clicks only increased.

You cracked a joke about how unexpected this was - Charles’s bright laugh being captured by more than one camera. If people wanted to know more about the two of you, all they would see were two people very in love that couldn’t stop making jokes, and that seemed like a good plan.

Carlos whistled once you arrived in the garage. The crowd that was surrounding you was long gone, left behind security.

“I knew something was going on.” The Spaniard cheered, making you crack a smile.

“Indeed.”

Charles kissed you before leaving to get ready - you weren’t blind to the clicks of sneaky cameras that had caught the kiss. But you didn’t care, you didn’t need to hide anymore.

You were on your toes the whole race. Because for once - in all the years of Charles racing on the monegasque circuit, he seemed to do well.

He climbed up to second, and you crossed your fingers - hoping that somehow the curse was finally broken and he would not only make a podium, but hopefully win the race and make history.

And win he did.

You had never seen so many cheers at a Monegasque race. Everyone was screaming, going absolutely wild as Charles got out of the car - lifting his fists in the hair like a madman. Your heart was madly beating in your chest as you watched from your spot on the podium, you were trying your best to blink happy tears away.

You were going to hand the trophy to the first Monegasque driver to ever win a home race - and not only that but he was your boyfriend. He was your Charles, forever your favorite driver.

Life couldn’t get any better.

You spotted him removing his helmet, he made eye contact with you and gave you a big wink, but you could even see in his eyes that he was on the verge of tears.

He climbed the steps after Carlos and Max. Once he was up on the podium area, he reached his hand to you. You grazed his hand before letting him walk up to the N1. Everyone was going wild, you had never heard the fans cheer so loud and it made your smile even wider.

You waited as the ladies all dressed in white handed you the N1 trophy, your heart racing father than his Ferrari as you walked closer to him. Meeting his teary eyes you felt a tear of your own slip down your cheek. You both smiled to each other as you gave him the trophy. He raised it in the air and you stayed there to watch - your chest warming up with pride.

Once he lowered his trophy and saw you were still there. He pulled you onto the podium, making you giggle a little. He caught your lips into a kiss that made everyone cheer even more.

“Are you crying?” He whispered.

“No, you are.” You wiped a tear, and as much as you wanted to stay right there with him, you had other trophies to hand.

You jumped off the podium, his hand only leaving yours when you were too far. Carlos joked when you handed him his trophy, and Max did the same. Something about being jealous they didn't get a kiss too, making Charles playfully roll his eyes at his friends.

You were going to get back behind them, but Charles wouldn’t have it. Instead he took your hand and made you climb again, securely wrapping his arm around your waist so you wouldn't leave his side.

For a second you dug your face in his neck, squeezing him a little tighter and whispering congratulations. As much as you were trying to hold back your happy tears it seemed almost impossible. You were a wreck of joy once you were in his arms.

You stayed for as long as you could, hidden in his shoulder as a few tears passed. Even Charles was trying his best to hide his own.

When the Monegasque anthem started playing, you wiped your eyes and looked at the crowd, your head still resting on his shoulder.

To say this was unforgettable week end would be an understatement.

Fin.

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violetrainbow412-blog · 2 years

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Spider... woman? [P.P]

⚠SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME SPOILERS ⚠

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x reader

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Word count: 2.1k

A/N: This is something that makes a bit of reference to the history of Spidergwen in the comics (it is basically that, actually) and although I know that there are some with this theme, I don't intend to copy anything.

Any resemblance to other works is a mere coincidence.

And sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language (If you notice any that I didn't correct and that the translator put it wrong, please let me know)

"Thanks for the food, by the way"

"Sure" exclaimed the man next to you, shrugging "After all between spiders we help each other, right?" he tried to joke to lighten the mood. A day had already passed since you had fallen into that strange world, not knowing what to do or where to go, until finally, your spider-sense had guided you to the man with whom you were talking.

The man had repeated a thousand times that his name was Peter Parker and you had doubted it until he saw him throw cobwebs and fight like only Spiderman could, then you had no choice but to believe him. He had been very nice to you and had helped you a lot, from getting you some food to explaining a little about what was going on (or at least what he believed was going on).

"You know, I saw on the news something about a place to help the needy or something," you started to say, rubbing your hands together to try and get a little warm. The suit was icy “I think I should go check, it's a few blocks from here. At least we would have a place to sleep,” you murmured and the man nodded softly. Despite what was happening you tried to stay optimistic.

"Are you going to swing over there?"

"Yeah, I don't think New Yorkers like to see a girl dressed like the man they hate," you laughed bitterly. Although your suit did not have the characteristic red and blue colors if it had some details that alluded to your arachnid powers "I'll be back soon, I promise" you said with a sealed-lip smile.

"I will be here. Be careful"

After putting on the mask, you threw a spider web towards a building and began to walk on the roofs of the buildings, immersed in your thoughts. It did not take you more than a few minutes to travel to the place (apparently called F.E.A.S.T.) and before entering to say something you decided that the best thing would be to go back with him to inform him and thus enter the two at the same time.

You were happy to finally have found something good for you because you felt that somehow you could repay the support that Peter had given you. He was an older man, but that was not why he stopped being funny, kind, and above all brave.

"I found it!" you said with a smile, as you took off your hood and mask. But there was no longer a trace of him "Peter?"

Suddenly he saw a coppery glow on the other side of the ceiling where you were standing and instinctively you got into the attack position. As you got closer, your arachnid sense stabbed like crazy and that made you feel even more nervous and scared. You realized that it was a kind of portal and apparently your partner was crossing it, so you did not want to be left behind.

With your heart beating like crazy you crossed the circular area with a little jump and once there all eyes were focused on you. They were two teenagers, those you had seen on television, an old woman, your partner and...

"Peter?"

You had frozen in place, being able to pronounce only the name of the boy in front of you. You knew him, but it had been so many years since you had seen his face that you were afraid you were hallucinating. And apparently, you weren't the only one who had turned completely pale.

"Do you know each other?" you listened, but honestly your mind could not formulate an answer. Everything had been so strange since your appearance in that world, but this was just the icing on the cake. You silently walked up to him and he did the same, both of you fearing that the other was just a figment of your imagination. You carefully reached out your hand in his direction and when you finally reached his cheek, you felt like you stopped breathing for a second. It was him; he was real and he was in front of you.

"You... is it really you?" he asked in a small voice. His chest rose and fell unevenly.

You looked into his eyes, his beautiful chocolate eyes… and they hadn't changed one bit.

"What the hell is happening here?" said an angry voice behind you. It was the brunette girl you had seen on television “Who are you? What were you doing with him?” she asked seriously, pointing to the first Peter you had encountered.

You looked at all the people in the room, you looked at yourself, and finally, you looked at the man in front of you.

That was going to be a pretty long night.

"This is sooo weird," you whispered, feeling your heart rate completely accelerate.

You and Peter had both talked to the girl named MJ and her friend Ned, telling their respective stories and listening to them explain the situation you were in, as well as why the three of you had been thrown from their universe into that chaotic world.

"You... Do you have wizards and stuff in your world?" she asked her and you laughed softly, while you shook your head. The situation wasn't the best, both of you knew it, but you couldn't help but feel like a schoolgirl in love. m

After listening to the boy's story, you realized that he was definitely not your Peter Parker (at least not the version you knew) and you were not his Y/N either. And that wasn't even remotely possible because both versions of you were dead.

You had lost Peter in a fight after one of his experiments failed and he turned into a giant lizard. He, on his part, hadn't been able to save you from a horrible fall caused by one of the villains in his world. For years you had tried to take the blame for what you had done, feeling miserable every day for murdering your best friend, and when you thought you were finally over it… well, you were done there.

"So... it turns out that we don't know each other, but actually we do" she started to say, looking at you with some nervousness.

"Well, I suppose there shouldn't be many differences between you and my Peter, right?" you smiled My Peter, you said, and it sounded so special coming out of your mouth "Although well, he wasn’t a superhero"

"Y/N either" he smiled as he got a little closer to you "She was very... special and loving, but she wasn’t bitten by a spider"

"She was lucky" you joked and he smiled again. The tension between you could almost touch and try as you might, you couldn't take your eyes off him, nor he from you.

A short silence invaded you and with fear of being rejected you tried to take his hand, to which he responded almost instantly.

"Is there a villain in your world?" he asked softly, returning your thought to the threat you were about to face. You were so excited to have a subject physically identical to your late best friend that you had forgotten the real reason for your stay there.

“Apparently not” you replied “The only villain who knows my identity is a huge bald guy named the Kingpin and he honestly doesn't have a great superpower. Not really any superpower” you exclaimed, remembering the mobster who continually made your life miserable “And yours?”

"It's Max, the electricity boy, and the giant lizard," he murmured. Hearing the mention of the lizard you felt guilt invading you again.

"We will have to try," you said into the air, lost in the memories of the night Peter had appeared in reptile form, the same night he had died in your arms until the boy gave your hand a slight squeeze and began to run your thumb across the back of it.

It was strange to feel so much familiarity with a type completely unknown to you. Well, maybe emotionally unfamiliar, because from the little scar on his cheek to his thin lips he was the same man you had loved for years.

"I like your suit" he complimented you, trying to create a conversation, and you replied with a smile "It is different from the one I know, but it fits you very well"

"Yours is pretty too" you replied and now it was his turn to smile.

Both of you fell silent, gazing at your joined hands, while you mentally searched for the right words. You wanted to say so many things and there was so little time.

"Y/N"

"Yes?"

"Maybe I'll sound very strange and I don't want to sound like an idiot" he began to tell you "I don't want to make you uncomfortable either, because you don't really know me or at least this version of me, but... I'm getting off-topic" he admitted and you smiled with a little nostalgia. He was identical to your boy. "There is something I always wanted to tell you, well, tell her and... I don't know, I wanted to know if I can tell you" she exclaimed shyly "I don't know if we're going to die by facing all these villains together and alone. I wanted... well, you know, to feel that somehow, she knows it”

"Sure, whatever" you answered immediately. Your body leaned a little more in his direction, turning the distance between you into an intimate moment.

It took him a moment to gather the courage to speak to you, but you didn't push him and just kept you watching him. More than watching him, you were admiring him. You admired him with a curiosity of what he was about to tell you.

"That just... I'm so sorry for what happened" he started to say, not daring to look at you. Her gaze was on the floor. “Every day I asked myself how things would be if I had saved you. If I could have done more for you. Because... you can't imagine how difficult and hard life is without you here. It hurts to wake up and no longer see your face and have to pretend that everything is fine. So… I don't know, I wanted you to know that I always miss you and that I…” his voice cracked a bit and he finally looked up at you. His eyes were crystallized and it was inevitable for you to feel the urge to cry too “that I loved you as you can't imagine. And that I will continue to love you. Forever” he finished. You didn't give him time to say anything else, because you wrapped your arms around his neck and wrapped him in a strong hug. If there was one thing to admit, it was that his arms still felt just as safe and familiar.

You didn't answer anything because you felt like you would ruin the moment if you said something, so you just kept holding it firmly while you felt a couple of tears soak through your suit. Maybe that wasn't the way both of you had expected to meet, but telling you that was an unimaginable break for his heart. And hugging him like you did bring comfort to yours.

"Peter and Y/N, we..." you heard someone say. They were the boy who had opened the portals "Huh, sorry to interrupt"

"No, you're not interrupting," he rushed to say, wiping the trail of tears from his cheeks. "What's wrong?"

“We have to go, I think we know where Peter is. Our Peter” he clarified and you smiled.

"Then let's go there," you said with determination. The boy nodded and decided to go ahead to leave you alone, so you could finish whatever it was you were doing. You looked at Peter and smiled at him “I promise we'll end this conversation later. I… also have many things to say to you”

"Yes, of course" he was quick to say. Now it was he who placed his hand on your cheek "Thank you for listening to me"

"Don't even thank me,” you replied kindly, placing your hand over his. For a split second, you felt like he would close the distance between you with a kiss, but sadly he didn't. He just kept looking at you, like he still didn't quite believe you were there.

"We have to go"

"I know" you replied a little disappointed, as both of you stood up. You dared to give him a second hug that he replied with pleasure "Promise that you will be careful"

"Same here" he murmured with a smile that then turned into a kiss on the top of your head. You watched him again and finally decided to walk through the door, hoping you could be of help to the catastrophe you were about to face.

But after all, it was about not just one, but three spidermen who would fight alongside you. And you were totally sure that you would make the best team.

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