#things weren't perfect but it was fun for fucks sake

[jareaul0ver]

I Can See You

Summary: As the media manager for the UConn WBB team, you've always kept a comfortable, and professional, relationship with the team; but one night out changes everything.

wc: 1.6k warnings: suggestive content, drinking, nothing else really pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

"Can you guys listen for once! It isn't that hard to stand in a straight line!" You sighed, getting frustrated with the team. It was media day, and Geno wanted a picture of all the girls together, but it was damn near impossible with the way they acted.

A few of them giggled, making your voice go stern. "I swear, ladies, I'm gonna tell Geno that you're all fuckin' around instead of taking these pictures."

They all groaned and shouted in protest. "Then get in a straight line and show me those pretty little smiles everyone loves, got it?"

A collective sigh was heard from the group and you laughed a bit under your breath. You lined the camera up, taking a few pictures. "Alright, do a fun one now, since I know you wanna."

They all changed their poses and looked utterly stupid. You snapped a few photos of them like that and finally media day was over. "Okay, girls, I'm done with you all. Get out of my sight." You smiled at them as they walked past you and to the locker room.

You gathered your things and were putting them carefully back into your bag when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and looked up, meeting Nika's warm gaze. "Nika, what's up?"

She smiled at you and cleared her throat. "Hey, um, few of us are going to the bar later if you want to tag along." Her voice was soft and a little hoarse, probably from all of the yelling they did today. You could still hear her accent clearly, though, and it was making your knees weak.

"I'll be there." You smiled up at her. She squeezed your shoulder and mumbled a quiet "perfect" before saying goodbye and walking to the locker room with the rest of the team. Your eyes stuck on her as she walked away.

'Fuck, Y/N. Be normal. Be professional for God's sake.' You thought to yourself as you shoved the rest of your things in your camera bag. You shot Geno a text saying you'd have all the pictures sorted out within the next few days and would send him everything.

You slung your bag over your shoulder before leaving the gym and heading back to your apartment.

You stood against your bathroom sink and looked in the mirror as you applied eyeliner. Your roommate leaned against the doorframe and smirked at you. "Who're you getting pretty for tonight? Is it Nika? You never shut up about her, y'know."

A sigh left your lips as you shot her a glare. "And you just never shut up. I'm going to the bar with a few of the girls on the team, nothing special."

"Is Nika gonna be there?"

"I would think so considering she's the one that invited me-"

Your roommate gasped. "Hold on, she invited you?"

You groaned. "You're looking to far into this. We're just friends, it's nothing more than that. Besides, it would be unprofessional to be anything else."

"Right." She side eyed you. "Well, while you finish getting pretty for your girl, I'm gonna go figure out what to get for dinner."

You rolled your eyes as she walked away, mumbling a quiet "whatever" under your breath as you finished your makeup. You ran your fingers through your hair and decided that you were ready.

As you were leaving the apartment, your roommate called out. "Have fun tonight! And good luck with-" You shut the door behind you before you could hear the rest of her sentence. The bar was a little far from the apartment building, so you called an Uber and rode in silence on the way there.

You got out of the car and looked around, seeing if any of the girls were outside. You didn't see any of their cars, so the either weren't there yet or took Ubers.

You made your way inside and scouted the place out. You still didn't see any of them. You frowned as you made your way over to the bar and ordered a shot, getting head start over everyone else.

After sitting at the bar for a few minutes, making small talk with the bartender (the place wasn't busy in the slightest), you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. You spun around in your chair and met Nika's eyes.

"Sorry we were late. Someone took forever to get ready." She shot glares at Paige and Azzi. They weren't listening though. They were already getting drinks in their system.

You smiled at them and looked back up at Nika. "Don't diss them, they look beautiful."

She rolled her eyes, a tinge of jealousy in her heart, even though she knew you meant the compliment in the friendly way. "Yeah, whatever." She stepped next to you and ordered a drink for you and herself. You gladly took the drink from her and took a sip.

She reached for one of your hands and pulled you off of the barstool. You shot her a confused look. "Let's go dance?"

You smiled and shook your head at her. "Fine. But I can't dance to save my life."

Nika laughed softly as she pulled you to the middle of the floor. The bar had gotten busier, and there were bodies surrounding your every side. Nika had you pulled close to her, letting one of her hands rest on your lower back as the other held her drink.

You looked up at her as you did your best attempt to dance. Her eyes never once left your face. She was down bad for you, and she knew it.

You finished your drink and leaned up to talk in her ear so she could hear you. "Gonna go get another drink, be right back."

She nodded and watched as you walked away from her, but eventually lost you in the crowd. You made your way back over to the bar and got another drink. Paige and Azzi spotted you and came over.

You were lost in your own thoughts. Thinking and seeing all the things that could happen between you and Nika tonight. You and her shoved in a bathroom stall together, your skirt hiked up and her eating you out. You bit your bottom lip and let out a deep breath.

"Yo, you good, ma?" Paige put her hand on your arm. Your head snapped to look at her and you nodded.

"All good, don't worry." You flashed a smile at her and took a sip of your drink. You couldn't focus on her next sentence though. You needed to find Nika again.

You cut Paige off. "Sorry, P, I told Nika I'd be back a few minutes ago." You pat her shoulder before rushing off. Paige and Azzi sent each other knowing looks before shrugging it off and doing their own thing.

The crowd of bodies had only increased in size since you went to get a drink. You shoved your way through the crowd, trying to find Nika in the mess of people.

A few more people shoved to the side revealed her. And a girl very obviously flirting with her. You weren't sure whether Nika was interested in this girl's advancements, or if she was totally oblivious to it.

You took a few steps forward and wrapped your arm around Nika's bicep. "Hey." You tilted your head and looked up at her. Her gaze instantly went to meet yours.

She smiled at you, relief washing over her face. "Hey."

You turned to look at the girl that was flirting with her. She stood there awkwardly and watched the two of you. You glared at her and she took that as her sign to leave.

Nika brought her free hand up and turned your face to meet hers. Your bottom lip found its way between your teeth and Nika's eyes were stuck on it. "Come with me." She said lowly before dragging you away from the dance floor and in the direction of the bathrooms.

You hoped and prayed that this was going the way you wanted it to. You wanted to end up with Nika's head between her thighs, your hand tangled in her brown locks, and her eventually finishing you off in the bar bathroom.

She pulled you into the bathroom and into the handicapped stall, locking it behind you. "What was that?" She questioned. You could smell alcohol on your breath, and you knew she could smell it on yours.

"What was what?" You retorted, playing a little dumb about the situation.

Nika breathed out and took a step forward, trapping you against her and the wall. Fuck, she was hot. "You know what I mean." Her eyes had gone from her innocent bright ones to a dark look that you hadn't seen from her before.

You didn't say anything. The two of you stared at each other before she went to speak. You shook your head and leaned up, wrapping your arms around her neck and getting close to her ear, cutting off her words before they even left her mouth. "This isn't professional."

She grunted a response before leaning forward and latching her mouth onto your neck, leaving sloppy and wet kisses down the column of your neck. "Maybe not, but don't tell me you haven't noticed how things have changed." She said lowly.

You tilted your head back, letting her have easier access to your neck. she continued her assault on your neck, making you forget everything you were about to say. "No response?" She questioned teasingly.

"You're- fuck." She slotted her knee in between your thighs, causing a groan to escape your lips. "You're so fucking addicting."

Her smirk could be felt against your neck for a split second before she pulled away, looking down at you with her cocky expression. "Thought we had to keep things professional?"

i didnt really know where else to go with this one bc tbh i didnt really feel like writing smut for it, but i hope you guys enjoy! i also have a decent amount of requests to respond to, so pls be patient w me while i try and navigate the last 10 days of my classes, up through graduation, and writing these things 😪😪

[f1girliefics]

Taking Back My Love

Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: mention of possible cheating, alcohol consumption

Summary: You wanted to relax, forget and get drunk, but of course, the universe had another plan.

Slow dancing to an upbeat song.

Holding each other close as everyone around you seemed to have disappeared in the fog.

The club was loud.

And yet, you didn't hear anything. Possibly the tequila shots you had earlier were finally working. 

All you could see, hear and feel was him.

You weren't even sure if you were moving to the beat of the song.

You moved as he moved and placed a kiss on your neck. 

Then suddenly as he pulled back everything came back.

The noise, the music and the pain.

You pushed the stranger back.

"I don't feel good," you said, not caring if he heard or not. Then you rushed to grab your bag and left. Just as you exited the club, you locked eyes with Lando. He was alone, with his phone in his hand.

"Ah. I had a feeling you would be here." he had a white hat on.

Of course, you would. It is where you met him after all.

You heard the door behind you open and close.

"Why did you leave, Babe?" you didn't look at the guy, but Lando did. "We were having fun, no? Let's go back and dance." 

You watched Lando as his anger grew.

Good.

At least now he had some form of idea of how you felt.

How you still feel.

Betrayed. Hurt.

You love him for fucks sake!

And yet because of some PR move, McLaren had him go out on a "date" with a model... Even though people knew he was in a relationship already.

Thankfully the whole thing backfired.

Lando told you what he had to do, minimising everything saying it would be only a business dinner.

Then you saw the photos, much like everyone. Him smiling and laughing with the woman. The photos really made it look like a romantic date...

You called him, voicemail.

You left him about 15 voicemails, all yelling and crying about how he betrayed you.

Then, the public.

Since it was a known fact that he was dating you, most of the fans started to say that he was a cheater. They called him all kinds of names.

It got to a point where McLaren had to come out with a statement about Lando still being in a relationship with you, it was a business dinner he attended with the model.

No one believed it.

Especially since you broke up with him on the spot.

The photos of him with someone else, having a romantic dinner were too much.

And that is how you got to this club, to numb your pain and forget him.

The guy behind you grabbed your arm and you moved out of his reach.

"I told you I have to go."

"Don't care, I'll buy you another drink."

"I believe she said no." Lando spoke up beside you. 

"Actually," you said moving back inside. You moved to the bar, asking for a tequila shot. 

You knew you shouldn't have.

It will make you lose control.

And it did. 

Next thing you knew, you were outside again, crying as Lando was following you, trying to catch up as you walked... God knows where.

"Stop following me!" you turned and looked at him. You had enough. "Go back to that supermodel with long gorgeous legs and perfect hair and skin! You betrayed my trust, I don't want to see you. I just want to forget you."

"I'm so sorry. She was drunk and I pushed her away but she kept coming on me. I told her I have a girlfriend."

"HAD! You HAD a girlfriend. You don't have one now, so go and get your model." you turned but he moved quickly to stand in front of you.

"Please just, listen to me once."

"I already did. I sat there for an hour, in silence, listening to your explanation. Do you realize what you had done? You said it was a simple business dinner, then I saw the photos of you and her smiling at each other. Then when I freaked out you confessed what the PR team's plan was... I don't deserve this, not after three years, Lando."

"And I agree with you. I-I do. And I'm so fucking sorry. How can I get you back?"

"Leave me alone." you said as you walked past him.

You rushed home, closing the door behind you.

You needed a bath and some food.

You were still drunk, but the pain in your heart didn't stop.

No matter what you did.

---

The next morning you woke up with a headache, but you were proud of yourself.

Even drunk, you stood up for yourself and let Lando know what you think and feel.

It sure didn't ease your pain but it was something.

You ordered some breakfast and watched some TV.

Then a friend of yours sent you a text.

"Check Lando's insta."

"I have him blocked." was your reply, but then she sent another text with a screenshot.

You read 'Hello Everyone, I would like to clean up a big misunderstanding that has been happening for the last couple of weeks. 

It is true that I had a meeting and dinner with a famous model, it is true that at the time I was in a relationship.

I completely understand why everyone on the internet called me a cheater.

I'm here to apologise to all of my fans and to Y/N. She didn't deserve this and I do and continue to suffer from this. But the real victim here is Y/N. I am truly sorry for everything I have done to hurt you.

I hope all my fans can understand that I will take a step back from social media.

Thank you.'

The post was nothing you didn't expect. It was clearly not only his words in there but it did mean a lot for you that he publicly apologised.

"I think you should take him back." another text from your friend. "Both of you suffered enough because of this, I believe it is time to put it behind yourselves and move forward. But I would understand if you said no. It is your decision. I just believe I have never seen people more in love and fit to be together than the two of you."

"Thanks." you texted her back after a couple minutes.

And unblocked Lando's phone number.

You ignored the flood of texts that came and pressed call.

"Can you come over?" you asked as soon as he picked up. 

"Y-Yeah, I will be right there!" Lando answered with the hopes that you weren't just going to hand him the rest of the clothes that he had at your place.

You opened the door for him and sat him down on the couch, you sat next to him.

"I listened to you, now you listen to me." he nodded. "I read your post. And I understand what happened. I know it was all to make the fans of the model interested in F1 and become McLaren fans. I get it. It was a horrible plan. They chose you because Oscar isn't as outgoing. And knowing him and his girlfriend, he wouldn't have gone in the first place. I'm not saying that I'm ready to fully forgive you. But I do want you back." you could see in his eyes that his hopes were back. The shine came back in an instant.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so so much Y/N! I will do everything you ask of me."

"Then don't pull another stunt like this."

"I-I won't. I already spoke with everyone and they agreed, the faithful boyfriend is a lot better for PR than a... cheater... clearly." you smiled at him as he hugged you, he held you tight. "I am sorry. I promise I will never do anything like this again." he pulled back but you stayed close to him.

"I'm not saying you shouldn't go out with girls. I know you have friends... just..."

"I get it. If it's anything, I had a bad time the entire night I was there."

You smiled at him once more and even laughed a little.

"But I'm not taking this for granted, your forgiveness, I mean. I definitely understand that I fucked up and I have to prove my loyalty. I promise you, I will be better."

"Thank you, Lando." you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

/YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REUPLOAD ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[bluetooththereptile]

Father in law (part one)

(Potential yandere Bruce Wayne x reader)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Note: I use a gender neutral name, Angel, for Bruce's child.

Summary: Your life with your partner isn't going well, you have to do something about it.

Tw: mentions of abuse, harm and unaliving.

The sound of the TV echoed in the living room of the Manor, the atmosphere of the room tense, it had been like that since whenever you visited your partner. You rolled your eyes as you heard the chuckles of the presenters on the screen, a picture of you taken by paparazzi when you were in a hurry plastered on the corner of the screen. Angel tried to distract you by offering you a cup of tea but you declined, making them worry even more for you, but you were too lost in your misery to care.

Since your relationship became serious with Angel your life had become a literal hell, every date had ended up in some form of misery for you, Angel didn't get any of the side effects of your situation though and you didn't know how it had happened. How you had ended up on the paparazzi news, your life displayed as the worst version of what it could be, belittled and bullied, you had lost your job because of your tarnished image and you had lived in your car since your landlady had thrown you out because you were a "sexually deviant, arrogant and abuser" person and she didn't want you close to her own home. Speaking of the car, you had to refill its tank, but you didn't have the money for it. Damn it!

You groaned under your breath as you looked At angel who had tilted their head to the side, calling your name to catch your attention. God, how much you both hated and loved them at the same time. It was easy to love them, they were kind and caring, beautiful in every sense, perfect in every way, no wonder they were so popular, but, that also was the reason that you hated them as well, they had everything you did not, and since the time you had started dating, your life had become a literal hell.

"Angel..." you spoke, a little surprised by your tone, it sounded...weak "I wanted to talk about something..." Their body turned towards you so they could give you their whole attention, you wanted to wince at the gleam in their eyes, they looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world, at first it was pleasant to have someone like that but now it was sort of like a hex, giving you the chills. Shivering slightly you cleared your throat and shifted on your seat "I've been thinking about breaking up..."

"What?! Why?!" Angel's hurt voice made you recoil in your seat, you wanted to tell them everything, to tell them all that happened to you had made you miserable, but you only sighed in their response "Something has been bothering you?" Angel's question made you wince, Angel was perfect but had a mortal flaw, they were delusional, you didn't know but it ran in their family. In their eyes you weren't dirty or miserable, you were simply tired, bored, or perhaps a little sick. What was on TV was just a joke, and perhaps you didn't have the humor to laugh at it, you were just a little rusty, that's all, right? Then why you wanted to break up? Was the date you had not good enough? Your dates were so much fun, they always ended up with a funny scene, you had so much fun together, and you were perfect together, why now you were talking about breaking up?

You palmed your face, sighing, looking away from Angel, only to see their father standing in the corner with an interested look on his face, Bruce Wayne, oh God you hated that man to your core, whenever you met him he'd roast you so hard that you'd end up like a lump of burnt coal, the look in his eyes showed that he looked down on you, not to mention his fucking family, ugh, you just wanted to get away from all of this, after all, you got into that mess just for the sake of dating Angel Wayne.

You turned to your partner "Look, I just want to break up okay?" Angel paused, the look on their face darkening, oh dear God here we go. "Am I not enough? Y/N, I have done everything I could to make you happy! What is wrong? Don't you love me anymore?" "No! I don't love you anymore!" You said harshly, wanting to push them away, even if it meant they'd be hurt emotionally, but to your frustration, Angel took in a deep breath before speaking "I know I have been busy with my work and you've been under so much pressure lately, I understand that you feel burnt out and want to take some time apart but breaking up is just overreacting to our situation!"

You felt like you'd want to roll your eyes so hard that they'd come out of the other side of your head, they didn't want to understand, they didn't take no by its literal meaning. You sighed, rubbing your eyes, if it was with someone else you'd feel thrilled that someone was so understanding and considerate, so hell-bent on keeping you by their side but this wasn't that, you felt like you were suffocating under the pressure. Your phone rang, making you flinch, as you looked down at its screen you let out a scoff, it was another call from another unknown number, how your phone number had ended up on the internet for people to bully, you didn't know. You were sick of this, sick of life itself!

No job, no house, your own family hated you for just existing after fabricated evidence of your various offenses had been published, you couldn't hurt a fly, and yet you have assaulted an old lady...sexually?!?! Angel touched your arm to pull you out of your thoughts but then you slapped their hand away. standing up, you didn't even turn to look back at them for the last time, ignoring their pleas "Y/N, you're being ridiculous please stay-" Angel paused as Bruce talked "Let them leave darling..." you rolled your eyes once more before walking away, not looking back to see the smirk on Bruce's face as he held his child

down by their shoulders on their seat; stopping them from following you.

You didn't know why all of this had happened, you didn't know that it was all because of Bruce Wayne, the bastard himself. He had paid people to tarnish your image, ruin your livelihood, and push you into depression so you'd let go of his child, you were never perfect for his Angel, his Angel deserved someone so much better than you. Barging out of the Manor you walked your way outside the yard and the gates, of course, you didn't have the money to pay for a taxi, so you started a walk into the night, too frustrated and angry to think of your safety.

Before you could figure out where you were heading you found yourself in front of the drugstore your mother used to take you to, the cashier was still the same old lady with those large eyeglasses. Without thinking you headed into the store, perhaps some nostalgia would help? The smell of lavender filled your nostrils, you walked to the second isle to avoid eye contact with the cashier, sighing as you looked at the different things for sale, until your eyes landed on the familiar brown bottle, something that your mother used to call her little helpers...Xanax.

You reached out for the bottle and looked at it, whenever your mother took one of these everything seemed better since she'd end up more relaxed, perhaps if you were to take some you'd feel better too? But you didn't have the money to buy it, and clearly, you didn't want to embarrass yourself by asking to borrow it, so you looked around, and since the only camera in the old store was way away from you, you quickly put the bottle in your pocket, walking out of the store as if nothing had happened, you'd finally have some resemblance of relaxation soon.

....

Angel's cries echoed in the Manor as they banged their fists on the door, pleading for their father to be let out, they had to see you, they had to touch your body, even if it meant it was cold already. Bruce closed his eyes, leaning to the door of their room as he tried to think of something else, something other the fact that your suicide had ended up messing his child so much that they had gotten into a maniac episode. Dick had found your body in the car, motionless with the empty bottle of pills, you had given up on everything.

But what bothered Bruce was not your death or Angel's distress, it was the fact that he felt...pain. surely it wasn't because he deep down had softened up a little for you, right? He had told himself those lies for about a week, and it was driving him mad, he had to do something about it to save both his sanity and Angel's, and he'd do anything in his power to make things right.

[bluejay757]

Lets talk about Simon and Betty

spoilers for episode 8

So a lot of people are throwing around some strong accusations about their relationship, some I can see where they're coming from, and a lot are really reaching.

As for the ones that I think are reaching, a lot of people are saying that Simon and Betty were a professor/student dynamic, except they weren't. Simon wasn't teaching a class he was a guest lecturer, and Betty, having read his work was interested. She was excited to meet him because she liked his research. Simon was constantly mocked in his field, if you actually read the newspaper clippings from "I remember you" you'll see that even after he found the enchiridion, he was made fun of. People were literally laughing at him and throwing things at him while he was giving his lecture. Betty likely was mocked too, it makes sense she was so excited to meet him, because this was her chance to meet one of the few people that actually shared her interest. She did not yet have a crush on him at that point in time.

I think after she got to know Simon on a personal level her fascination of him changed, as she no longer viewed him as a "celebrity" (I use that term loosely for a lack of a better word, I can't imagine his books sold that many copies, what with him being a laughing stock and him being genuinely surprised that Betty had read his work), but rather a colleague and equal. She even said that after their trip together she had grown to admire him as a person, so it's not like she had any kind of feelings for him prior to that. Now that's not to say her feelings towards him were completely normal, but there definitely wasn't a power imbalance between them.

A lot of people are saying Simon was selfish for making her stay behind, but he didn't make her. She chose to stay behind. She could have still gone on that trip, and continued to write to him and talk to him on the phone, but she chose to stay with him and go on different adventures. You're forgetting that Simon and Betty went on expeditions together all the time, it's not like she gave up her career for him, that would be a whole different story, but she made the decision to continue working in her field alongside him.

Also Simon couldn't have gone on that trip if he did want to because he wasn't offered to go, who ever it was that gave Betty that opportunity, wasn't anticipating on her bringing a friend, he also didn't have anything with him but like his wallet and keys you can't seriously expect him to go to another country with no luggage, no plane ticket, no money, no nothing. A whole part of Fionna's character arc is realizing that life's not a fairy tale, she was expecting something out of a romance novel and got a story straight from reality. Realistically the two options were for Betty to stay or to leave Simon. And I don't think her giving up her trip to Australia was a sacrifice, because there were other trips and opportunities after that, she traded that one trip for an entire lifetime of them, (or at least it would have been if war didn't break out)

And if you're gonna call Betty impulsive, call her impulsive because she went on a trip around the world with a man she had never met, not because she walked through a creek barefoot lmfao.

I'm not saying that Simon and Betty were perfect but there are other reasons to criticize them.

As for the actual problems with there relationship, none of them are their fault. Betty going literally crazy trying to bring Simon back was because of Magic Man and Patience fucking with her brain, a human being cannot handle the amount of magic she was given and it drove her to insanity. And Simon now, with risking everything to bring her back, she's literally fused with a chaos god and is going to live for eternity in that state, did you ever think maybe he wants to get her out of that for her sake? That maybe he wants closure and to say goodbye? Since he never got that chance. No it's not healthy for Simon to drive himself as far as he did to bring her back, but Jesus fucking Christ can you blame him for not wanting his fiance to suffer for literal eternity? They don't need to break up, they need therapy. I don't think their relationship pre-mushroom war was unhealthy, and I don't think it ever would have been unhealthy without Betty becoming Magic Betty.

Their relationship flaws are more so their own individual flaws that have bled into their relationship as opposed to ones caused by the relationship itself, that's an important distinction you have to see.

[tarjapearce]

Chapter 5: Another Pillar Crumbles

WARNINGS: Emotional distress, confrontations, awkward truth and talks, mentions of adoption, Implied mentions of abortion, character background, No Proofread.

Summary: Karma has begun it's harvest.

A/N: Thanks for the wait, had so much fun writing this one ❤️. Feedback is highly appreciated ☺️.

As much as hiding temporarily from society and their stigma seemed a too comforting getaway, the world and time didn't stop. Ever perpetual, ticking unceasingly through your daily basis. Withering and eroding everything within it's endless realm.

A pregnancy was just one of the many creative ways human beings had came up to measure the unstoppable force. Ten weeks. You were now ten weeks pregnant, even though baby bump was barely noticeable, you knew a creature grew and latched within. Depending completely on you.

Blissfully ignorant on the fact that you depended on many other things to keep you and itself alive. You sometimes yearned that blissful sort of cluelessness back. But plucky you had managed through the tides like an unwilling champ. Reluctant but victorious.

Alot was a limp and short statement of what you've gone through, but MJ, your rock, voice of hope and invaluable help have kept you afloat when you were drowning in a sea of uncertainty.

With a sigh and somehow nervous hands, you smoothened back the rebel baby hairs in the sides that stood proud and open to meet the air and sun. Image code still vividly present in the current underpaid job.

Once you were done looking less spooked and anxious, you entered your manager's office, to try and get some knowledge about the perks of your current condition and see if there was any changes, income wise. Maybe the benefits were as good as you've heard through indistinct conversations around the cafeteria, and mindless talk passing by your work station.

And perhaps you'd have the chance to actually increase a number on your paycheck or at least, see if you had any chances in that administration program.

Gotta dream a bit.

-----

Unlike the outcome of David and Goliath, David, meaning you, weren't able to defeat the giant behind the corporative desk and machines filled with shared data.

You didn't give details, just shared enough to get what you needed. Even though sharing pregnancy news before the twelve week mark was considered a tabboo and bad luck, it was merely out of precautions to deem the pregnancy certain and safe to continue.

Like an official confirmation since miscarriage lurked hard around during those weeks, you wanted to see if staying in Alchemax was worth the criminally offensive side eyes you'd get either from Dana or Miguel.

But this Goliath had been merciful enough to spare some slack and explain you a couple of tiny benefits that would serve somehow in a future. If you ended up being elegible for it that is.

Twelve weeks of paid maternity leave, protected job and reintegration to labor as soon as it ended. But even so, the talks about a raise were futile and the program had been postponed until further notice.

Optimism was lacking in big strides, not that you used it by feeling it constantly, but in this predicament you needed it. Specially upon looking at the expenses of giving birth to a baby the other day after MJ left.

Thousands after thousands over birth. If it wasn't for the community women care centers that helped you to ease the blows in your wallet, you'd be inevitably and irremediably financially fucked. Insurance could only cover up so much, and accepting aid from it's irresponsible sperm donor wasn't a choice.

Like if I would.

In truth, you hoped he'd forget about it and leave things as they were. It was clear Miguel didn't want you or his mistake snooping around his already tarnished illusion of a perfect man, for once you were mindful of his needs and kept yourself away in every possible chance, going to the extent to look up into his schedule to avoid him, even if accidentally for your mental sake.

The answer was clear so try and reason with him was a waste of breath. Not that you needed him, and if you did,  you'd get help somewhere else. Nueva York was full of willing hands to aid.

As soon as you came out from the manager's office, your phone buzzed, MJ's contact number shining in your screen as you took the device and opened her message.

Got some interesting adoption program's information you might like to take a look.

Just as she had promised, her help was unwavering, solid as the role she played in your crumbling life. Adoption didn't weight on your shoulders, after all, it was an all too familiar yet difficult old friend of yours.

Only one family from the previous five you had sojourned in had met the requirements for the paperwork, back when the sixteens were still a thing on you. But even so, the adoption wasn't available since mother was nowhere to be found to relinquish the full custody of your rights.

Eyes raked over and over the screen, rereading and learning unintentionally the message as your feet guided idly back to your work spot through the long and devoid of people hall, the sound of heels clicking echoed through closer and closer, but you didn't pay attention to the road ahead, until you collided with an unexpected someone. The smart device slipped off your hand to bounce on the floor.

"Shit-"

"No, no. Let me."

Dana wiggled her hands to prevent you from squatting as she quickly picked up the phone as she held a clipboard on the other hand. Her own meeting in the agro-market department had just finished, and she took the hall as a shortcut. Mind filled with mental notes of what she just discussed with her peers that quickly vanished upon stumbling on you.

Throat went immediately dry as the palpitations in your heart rumbled within the bone enclosure of your ribcage. Eyes darted downwards while accepting the trinket back, unable to meet her eyes; stomach churning at her undeserving and selfless act. Your eyes darted both ways of the hall, there was none around to prowl over the conversation that unavoidably was about to unfold.

You knew Dana was looking, seizing your presence with perusing eyes. Neither of you moved, either too unsure and stunned on what to do next, or too aware of what the accidental meeting epitomised.

Dana's lip twitched to speak but stopped, instead her hand rubbed her face, an habit Miguel had projected on her after so many years of living together.

Your jaw had clenched so hard your teeth ground together, breath hitched on on your windpipe. Palms began sweating, and still no visual contact.

Dana braced herself, and averted her sky blue eyes away from you for a second, only to land at your abdomen. The burn of her unceasing stare made you cover that area in a meek attempt to conceal your shame.

"Nine weeks, right?"

A shaky breath was released from you, to finally nod. Her shoes were the same as that fateful day you released her from her curse. Voice nearly a hushed whisper only you were able to hear.

"Ten, actually. But... I'm so sorry, Miss D'Angelo."

"Stop. Jesus, stop apologizing."

Blue eyes adorned with wispy eyelashes blinked away the emerging tears, to stare at your face.

Blameworthy, ashamed, confused and definitely scared. The remnants of her slap long vanished; and still you looked ready to take another.

"Sorry for the slap. Should've-" Dana swallowed with difficulty. The name in her mind brought too many memories that she still struggled to flush away out of her system through an emotional detox. Mess still way too piping hot to swallow. But even so, guilt from that slap had chipped away her conscience.

"Should've slapped Miguel again."

"It was never my intention to come between you two."

"I know. I" She paused before heaving a defeated breath, "I believe you. You didn't fight back. I wished you did though."

Of course you didn't, if one thing you were taught through your different stays at the fosters homes was to own your mistakes. Even if them costed you big time and consequences were hard.

"That way I wouldn't be feeling guilty for hitting you."

Dana's lips pursed once she locked eyes with you. Both pairs full of mutual pain and a twisted sense of understanding, empathy and a guilt. Her once misdirected hatred and resentment had returned to the original source, leaving her with a cautious and curious gaze when it came to you.

"You... Will you get rid of the baby?"

You had to blink a couple of times before eyes widened at her, to then look down. Letting the new wave of shame wash over you with its coldness. The windows rattled softly as a gust of air blew over them, dividing your attention in their direction for a second before returning to the woman before you.

"I-I tried."

Dana couldn't help but let the tears she was trying with all her might to keep inside to flow, quivering mouth covered with her dainty palm, while her perturbed gaze turned into a judging one that faded on your next words:

"But I couldn't. I... I can't." Another sigh, "I won't."

The brunette voice cracked as she wiped her eyes, "Why?"

"Not to spite you, that's for sure. I was too much of a coward to do so."

"Then why keep the baby? It makes no sense, unless-"

"No, no. Let me stop you right there, Dana."

She flinched at the way your voice pronounced her name. It wasn't disrespectful but rather firm, drawing a boundary she clearly was pushing by the implicit accusation between lines.

"I've worked in this place for two and a half years. In those years, I've never seen Miguel. Hell, not even you knew who I was until you heard my conversation with him in the parking lot."

Dana's throat also became arid upon remembering that all too vivid scene she hoped to forget one day.

"You really think I'd like to involve myself with him after what he did? Miguel never explained what truly happened. Hell, I was on contraceptives and he used protection, but here I am, knocked up. You really, really think I'd want someone like that?"

Dana kept wiping away her eyes the more she listened to you. Truth permeating her to the core, and it proved to be too much for her squishable heart.

"I don't, and I mean it. I don't know what kind of relationship you two had, but I'd never, ever would pursue something with a compromised man. Let alone with one that was about to get married! I just wanna be left alone."

Your hands moved while gesturing as Dana's hand raked a bit rough on her scalp. She wanted to rip her hair and cry until her tear supplies were dry. She had been the winner to wear the fool mask Miguel invested upon her.

"You think it's easy to see you around? Knowing that you'll be a mother of the man I loved?"

Although her words were clearly trying to provoke, you didn't bait into them, since you knew that she was also having issues assimilating these too hard to swallow pills.

"I know you're angry. I understand, but  what would you do if you were in my position? Let's stop being hypocritical and pass the blame ball to eachother for a moment. What would you do?" Dana's arms crossed on her chest, she was now the one unable to meet your eyes

"I'm not scared. I'm terrified! I wanted to disappear forever when I saw the results. But that won't solve shit. You think I don't feel bad? I feel dirty, ashamed, used even!" The hushed whispers evolved into a firmer tone

"Cause every time I see you, I feel like a fucking homewrecker! But I had no idea!" You hissed, trying to keep the conversation between the two of you, "And now I am to see how the fuck I'm gonna deal with all of this mess the coward of your ex did, cause he was thinking with his dick, until adoption comes."

"A-Adoption?"

The word alone had frozen the brunette's raging and conflicting emotions almost instantly.

"You're-"

"I'm giving the baby for adoption."

This made Dana stare almost too incredulous at you.

"A-Are you?"

Your head gave a brief nod.

"I promise that I won't come close to you or Miguel. I truly don't want anything to do with you or him."

"No, no.... You... You must keep the baby. I could never-"

"You could never, that's true! You. But not everyone wants to be or knows how to be a mother, Dana. I'm so sorry if you aren't able. I wished, believe me, I wished this" you pointed at your abdomen, "Was where it belonged. Inside you. Not me."

Dana's reasoning bubble had been popped with your words. An abysmal difference from your own progenitors. While yours had tried to strangle you in a frenzied and abstinence episode from her addiction, Dana's was brushing her hair and showering her in affection.

"Not everyone is a good mother. And keeping the baby to find out is not only selfish and stupid. But so very damaging, you have no idea" Your own voice cracked, trailing off  in a muffled whimper upon the last syllables, it took you some seconds to regain the strenght in your tinge, "That's why I'm giving it for adoption."

The pain behind your final choice prevented her from doing more questions. Your own musings had tugged  her heartstrings.

"I'm truly sorry you had to know this way. I wanted to tell you but, he always intimidated me."

Dana truly didn't know whether to thank you or shut you up, because every time you opened your mouth to speak, a new trait of Miguel she never knew and he never exhibited appeared. She had been gulled the past few months to believe that everything was going alright.

But she didn't need convincing words from others, not when she had experienced and heard in the very front seats, live and on spot, the true colors he hid underneath his sultry exterior.

She was about to marry a liar, deceiver, cheater and phony coward, that attempted to pay you to erase his biggest fuck ups. And now, said outcome gestated within you, growing stronger and taking shape with each passing day.

Dana wondered briefly if the baby would look like him, but the road ahead you had started to pave was everything but  easy. The implications of your disturbing awareness made it clear there was something else in between lines, but it would mean to push a boundary she had no right to cross.

Not when you were assuming the consequences, unlike Miguel, that had tried to talk her through it. Really believing he still had a chance to win her back.

Dana knew that there were times when Miguel thought her stupid, but bright enough to keep his ego stroked on the constant praise she gave at his intelligence, that rightfully had earned him a spot at the lab research department.

Her father, Darko D'Angelo, was one of the council members in Alchemax. One of the few that actually had a final say on everything. He'd demote Miguel to a lesser charge, but sadly, firing was not an option for him. The eldest O'Hara had proven to be one of the most proficient agents within.

Sadly, his personal life was an ugly and jagged mess, and if anyone knew, many things surely would change.

"I don't know the reasons, nor your circumstances, but good luck."

It was all Dana could say before leaving you alone in the hall. Each parting in opposite ways, the talk had been talked and hopefully this gave a better perspective on each. Your feet hurt from the standing.

She wanted a child, but you didn't. Yet was civil enough to empathize for a moment with you to not pry further behind your choices.

You returned to the reception and Dana to her office.

--

The elder men didn't understand why they were gathered in one of the meeting rooms, instead of a lab.

The projector was turned on as each was given a fresh copy of a paper file by Miguel. Some of the higher ups had greeted him with enthusiasm, others were genuinely confused at their presence there, but were polite enough to remain quiet and watch the exposition unfolding before them.

The Biosynthesis of Insulin Within The Human Body

The title said. The window's electric curtains were drawn, leaving the room in a dim light to redirect the focus back on the enlightened board.

Miguel stood proudly on a side, with a laser pen, ready to show his investigation through.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Thanks for making a time in your busy agendas to be here this evening."

The men smiled politely at him, one of them took a swig of the bottled water as Miguel continued talking.

"I've been working on this research on my own for quite a time. And now that it has reached it's completion, it's fair to share it with you. Let us begin."

The sterile air in the room was polluted by the variety of colognes trying to make their presence known, some smelled like expensive whiskey and cigars, others like sweat and anxiety, but most smelled like power. A smell Miguel sure believed it'd be better on him.

He was already the third in command in the lab, a manager of the sorts, but he wanted the chair the old retired man left vacant. That's where he felt more comfortable in.

Not his simple and secluded office, like the rest of workers. He deserved more, so it was his turn to get it. Miguel was set to get that chairman position, and his confidence only grew when he saw Darko among the powerful lot.

He started the exposition by giving a simple context that slowly and with the right words evolved into something that would definitely make Alchemax a main supplier to a bunch of pharmaceutical chains.

Miguel then explained the pros and cons, and how the pros weighed more than the cons. In simple words, how using a bacteria would make them richer.

And all thanks to him. Miguel's heart bounced in joy whenever he saw the higher ups discussing and making numbers, and nodding to eachother.

Almost there.

He could already feel the different airs of a new office in the upper floor, the vacant spot for a new assistant, and the new title in his paycheck.

He was already Dr. O'Hara, a PhD backing him up, hung on his dull white office wall.

By the time the presentation ended, the round of applauses filled the room. Miguel's lips stretched in a fake modest yet proud smile.

"In my long career years here in Alchemax, never have I known a collaborator that offers so much potential, like you do, Dr. O'Hara."

Miguel ignored the collaborator part and nodded politely at the chairman as they shook hands.

"It's one of the many projects I have under my sleeve, sir."

"Oh please, I'd be more than willing to put this one in my agenda. Have you presented this to your boss?"

Miguel stared at the shorter man, confusion fogging his mind.

"Excuse me, uh, what? What boss?"

"The Chairman from the Lab Research department."

An awkward titter escaped Miguel as he removed his glasses.

"I... I think there must be a mistake, as far as I know, the chairman position for the Lab department is still available, right?"

Most of the men before him frowned briefly to then chuckle, finally getting the hint at where his words and the whole thing was going.

"Oh no, Dr. O'Hara. That position has been already occupied by Dr. Delgado."

De todos los que pudieron elegir, escogen a ese pendejo... (From all they could've picked, they choose that dipship)

Miguel forced a gentle smile in his face, "Ah, I see. Excuse my confusion-"

"Still, I'm sure this project would make a fantastic addition to the main files in the headboard."

"We'll let you know about the upcoming meeting."

Darko spoke as Miguel tried with all his might to not look as rigid as the marble statue in the corner of the now emptying office.

Some even dared to pat his shoulder and congratulated him for being a remarkable employee. That only fueled his rage.

One of them, Sully McCain, the one that had fed his hopes up approached cautiously, with a sigh.

"I tried my best to suggest you-"

"Suggest!?"

Sully flinched visibly upon having Miguel’s glare on him.

"You think that we're all taken in consideration when it comes to big decisions? Ha..."

The elder man pulled a small whiskey container and took a nervous swig.

"That's not how it works, Miguel."

"You said that I was going to be the next chairman."

"That until the rest had a secret meeting and the new chairman for your department was picked."

Sully shrugged nonchalantly.

"I really tried to bring you in, but-"

"But what?! You think I worked on this to get a well done star on my fucking forehead, Sully?"

"I think you are starting to forget one little detail that can screw you over."

Miguel's hands fisted into tight balls in each side of his hulking and ready to pounce form.

"Are you threatening me, Sully?"

"No. I'm just reminding you that even though we're somehow colleagues, I can still fire you."

Sully didn't know if it was the alcohol pushing a bit of more bravado in his veins, or the constant push and trample he often received from the rest that finally made him lash out. Miguel's arrogance had been the last drop.

"But let's not dwell into it. I'm sorry that I couldn't fulfil your goal. But based on your reaction, I can tell you're not ready for such responsibility yet."

Pouty and meaty lips gaped in disbelief, Miguel could only watch Sully go, leaving him alone with his turmoil.

Without knowing, McCain's talk had touched a sensitive nerve within. A nerve that had him heaving infuriated breaths, baring his feet to none in particular but himself and his mind racing with so many things it was impossible to shut it off.

Fuck him.

Shaky hands squeezed the projector's remote a bit too tightly to turn it off, to then be passive aggressively placed where it belonged.

Paper files long forgotten on the desk, except for one. All of it a waste of his money. He threw one at the trash.

His resources, he tore another. But most importantly, his time. He slammed the rest of files to the trash.

All to waste. His shoulder's rose erratically as he closed a bit too forceful the briefcase. The insides of his cheek were chewed to the point of copper blooming in his taste buds.

The petty in him wouldn't share the project, in fact, he'd make sure to delete the emails with the digital copy he sent to the old bunch. If they wouldn't have him as an equal, they wouldn't have his ideas nor his intellect.

But Sully, oh fucking Sully McCain. How could he be so gullible enough to fall for promises of power when not even he was considered in the decision making of Alchemax. When he was mere a public figure that occasionally displayed the little power he had.

But how dared he threatening him? How that old sag of flesh and bones had dared to threaten with firing him?

One of his main pillars crumbled, the opportunity of growth he was promised when he started working for the multinational, laid shut in a casket, that he was forced to bury, since the rest just gave him a pity but mocking look.

He was the fool for them, a buffoon to believe in such politician-like premises. And now, he was left empty handed, intellectually drained and physically strained.

Idle walks wired his way to the parking lot. Steps nearly turned into jogs, he needed to get away from that office and from the building. His car came into view but also something else. You.

Too absort with the bagel in your hand and eating against your car's door that didn't notice his glaring across the parking lot. Eyes raked over your stomach.

Have you gotten rid of it? Probably. You couldn't also fail him in being even more stupid, but a little voice in his head, echoed inside his mind with a simple word.

Karma.

He scoffed while deactivating the alarm in his car.

He didn't believe in such foolishness. To what people called karma, he just called it people being stupid and taking the wrong decisions. Maybe he was stupid to believe that a weakling in the chain of command would get him places instead of trusting in his instincts.

But the adventurous and subversive part of his brain that harbored his intrusive thoughts, wondered if everything was more than a coincidence.

It is not.

It was not. He refused to believe in anything that wasn't measured, quantifiable or supported by facts.

You had supported every single word that came out that pretty mouth he enjoyed devouring, but that now bit him and his ego so hard that he could still feel the wound pulsating and

He wasn't whoring around like you assumed. That's why he had Dana for. He was selective, even when it came to women, and to his luck, you had been exactly just that. His type. Gorgeous and ready to get what you wanted.

It only added a new wave of heat to his already scorching fury.

You weren't his karma. And certainly didn't believe in such buffoonery that had people acting righteous in order to avoid it.

No, the people he had the mistake to confide in were simply morons to not take him instead of that Delgado guy. Aaron Delgado. He had worked with him before, and if there was something life could give Miguel some credit for, was that he actually worked unlike the bastard that surely had to sell out either his ass or his competence to get that position.

The bootlicker could finally brag about it to the rest of the lab. The briefcase was tossed in the passenger seat, while his eyes remained on you.

You looked concerned, but the little piece of bread smeared in something sweet seemed to comfort you enough while you now scrolled through your phone. Cheeks a bit chubbier than the last time he recalled, a natural process of pregnancy, but even so, you looked good, lovely even.

He glared.

You'd get rid of it, he knew so. You had to. Even if the rest of his life was taking a sour turn, he knew you would get what you needed to live your life the way it was.

If he could, he'd pat himself in the shoulder for such feat. If he was a different kind of man, he wouldn't even had offered his help. You got inside your car while taking a call.

He huffed, and got inside into his. He had to pack in and return to his old place. Roomier and more to his likings, secluded from prying and judging eyes.

Maybe one day this whole fiasco would be forgotten and he'd find a better position within the Alchemax hierarchy.

But right now, he needed to get some plastic containers to start officially his move out. Even though relearning how to manage on his own proved a tiny inconvenience, he was more than capable of surviving alone.

His engine purred alive, and he drove off, hoping that Dana's place was alone. He didn't have the mind for her accusing yapping.

But little did Miguel knew that life had him on his sight, and karma had already indicted him. And he was found guilty.

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Groupie Love: Jake Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

"you're in the bar, playing guitar, i'm trying not to let the crowd next to me. it's so hard sometimes with a star, when you have to share him with everybody." description: being jake’s groupie was heaven on earth, yet sinful in every desirable way. while the world reveled in his public, entrancing persona, you reveled in the boundaries of reality and fantasy intertwining in secrecy.

word count: 6.9k

warnings after cut…

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

warnings: good amount of plot, mentions of drinking, alcohol, smut (18+ minors dni), swearing, unprotected sex, hardcore dom! jake, choking, spitting, praise/begging/degrading kink, rough sex, spanking, fingering, oral (male and fem! receiving), bit of fluff, some aftercare

disclaimer: this does not follow the real events of the starcatcher tour for the sake of the plot. thanks!

a/n: would also like to mention that yes, this IS based off of the Lana Del Rey song with the same title. As soon as I heard it, I immediately thought of Jake and writing a fic based off of it. If you haven't listened to the song, now is the perfect time to do so! hope you all enjoy :) <3

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

There was something so addictive about secrecy. To share such vulnerability with someone where no one's eyes could witness, but only you and another alone. To know each other by touch alone if every sense was stripped away, yet hiding the true reason why you could pick them apart in a crowd from that feeling. And while you two were friends with one another publicly, behind closed doors, you were both fucking like animals. There was no better way to describe your relationship with Jake. You were just one of his secrets, hidden in a closet, and you had accepted that.

You had met him after one of Greta Van Fleet's shows when their careers were just about to skyrocket and thank God you were able to catch him then. You hadn't really listened to their music before or even heard of them, but local concerts under 30 bucks as a fun night out with friends was always on the table. If it weren't for their small fanbase and lack of fame, you were positive you wouldn't have become Jake's personal groupie.

After hooking up with him in the venue's bathroom, twice, Jake simply couldn't have enough of you. And you, you were entranced by him and his sexual drive. You both also enjoyed each other's company in the short period of time you knew one another, so, you and he exchanged numbers and kept in contact. Whenever he was in town, you'd be next to him, and when he was gone, you were with someone else. More often than not, you two were spending time with one another purely for sex, but it was rare for you to leave immediately after. After all, Jake cared about you regardless of the label of your relationship with him, and you were enjoyable to be around.

There was no discussion of monogamy, so it was mutually decided that seeing other people was no issue. Sure, no one compared to the guitarist, but there was always someone to run down your time in the day when boredom struck, and you were unable to be at Jake's beckoning call. Even though Jake would always call you his, it was words that withheld no meaning. Only in moments where you and Jake were together alone did they obtain meaning, but you knew never to take him seriously.

Jealousy is a bitch, though, and it possessed you. It rotted you to your unchaste core. You could easily pretend it didn't bother you that other girls have had Jake the way you have or have even looked at him in that manner. Of course, you'd be lying to yourself if you said there wasn't a single sliver of selfishness towards him. How many girls Jake had been with next to you was a mysterious number, but you didn't choose to spend your time thinking about how many girls he's said the same things to as you. But, rather, feel empowered that there were fans in their crowds at shows that desperately wanted your place. Fans that screamed his name, made signs and t-shirts for him, dreamed of being more than just a fan in the crowd. That was something you had over them. That's what made you special. That's what gave you your title of a so-called 'groupie'.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

They had closed their most recent tour with a show in Nashville, and of course you were in attendance. Jake had even asked if you'd be there, knowing well enough that there was no way in hell you'd be skipping out on it, because you knew where the night would take you. Besides, you hadn't seen him in months. You hadn't been with him in months. You had grown a sense of longing for him after a short period of time away from the guitarist.

Before Greta Van Fleet had a larger fanbase, you were able to sit in the seats and get escorted backstage to Jake so you could watch as a fan. But, due to suspicious speculation amongst fans, and you and Jake wanting to continue the secrecy and keep the reputation of "just friends," you were granted a backstage pass and allowed to come into the arena or venue they'd be performing at before fans would arrive. Every place was different, so the execution of reaching him was always tweaked, but no matter what, you and him both knew you'd see one another after the show. You preferred to hang in the sound booth rather than backstage, anyways.

Rarely did you come early to be in attendance for soundcheck. Sure, there would be absolutely nothing wrong with it, but you always enjoyed watching him look for you amongst the fans, and his eyes light up in the slightest that had your heart stopping only for a second at the sign of recognition, feeling as though your breath had been taken from you and forcing your body to freeze. It never got old feeling his eyes latch onto you.

And you never got tired of watching him perform on stage. Now, with the new introduction of 'Mirador,' you got to watch him nearly twice as long. And, God, you never knew he could sing that well. That certainly was a turn on for you. Now your mind was wandering off to the thought of him singing in your ear.

You rarely tore your eyes from him while he was on stage, and he knew that he was hypnotic. He liked knowing that there were people who only cared to watch him and come to Greta Van Fleet's shows to be in his presence. Thrusting into his guitar as he spoke to himself and the crowd, hairs sticking to his cheeks with the accumulated sweat and still breathlessly giving his performance his all. You kept your eyes locked on his stomach and watched as the sweat beads dripped down his tender skin, and his hair whipping around and throwing his head back as he skillfully played on his instrument, exposing his Adam's apple to the fans that kept their eyes glued on his every move while he struck the next few chords of the song. You'd always convince yourself while swinging to the music that he was performing more theatrically for you, but you'd never been proven right nor wrong yet. He was entrancing to watch, and sometimes you found it unfathomable that you were a person in his life. A person who knew things that most didn't, a person who saw things most people didn't.

Your adrenaline always arose as soon as the four boys left the stage, and the lights illuminated the venue. Hearing different conversations from a multitude of fans that surrounded you, shuffling of feet and complaints of exhaustion. But there you were, hanging out in the sound booth waiting for security to come to your aid to escort you to backstage.

You wore a silver halter top that accentuated your chest, with a pair of velvet-blue flared leggings and converse. Thankfully, your shoes weren't shown due to the coverage of your pants, and it truly did not matter what clothes were on your body. They would be thrown on some floor in less than an hour, and that's all you cared about.

Eventually two men from Greta Van Fleet's team made their way to you once the venue was near empty from fans and began leading you backstage to the green room. You always loved that feeling in the pit of your stomach; it excitingly tumbled and twisted with each step closer you were to him. The awkward silence never faltered while the security guards guided you to backstage, but that gave you enough time to collect yourself before seeing Jake.

Your eyes were first met with Sam cracking open a beer, chatting with his girlfriend and keeping to themselves. When they saw you, they smiled without a word, and allowed you to keep moving. While you and Jake became "friends" the more you two saw each other, you had been brought around the band from time to time. More likely than not, it was for some sort of party, large gathering, or simply catching the boys after the show - uncommonly anything intimate. They knew what your purpose was, but they never questioned you. Either they simply didn't care, or they didn't want to ask questions they did not want answers to.

Danny was nowhere to be found, most likely in his dressing room, but the twins were walking into the green room, laughter erupting from Josh as he cracked his large, infamous smile that put his perfect teeth on display. His presence always soothed you when eyes seemed to be peering down your neck from your presence. Both were still in their stage attire, which was usual when you'd come so soon after the show had ended.

Josh had noticed you first, closing his mouth to a smirk that raised with the right corner of lips and pierced his cheek to reveal his dimple. Once Jake laid his eyes upon you, they were already following down your body, finally greeting you with a crack of a smile that told you his mind was already somewhere else.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you again," Josh greeted you with a tight hug, "nice seeing your face after so long." He patted your back and pulled away with a grin still plastered on his face.

"It has been long enough," you huffed a laugh. "Tour was good?" You flicked your eyes to Jake.

He gave you a slow, steady nod. "Was great. I'm sure you'd love to hear all about it, huh?"

"I wouldn't want anything else." You huffed a laugh, sticking your tongue in your cheek at his light sarcasm.

"I expect you'll be sticking around to celebrate the end of Starcatcher with us?" Josh said as he began to walk away. You followed his movements with your eyes as he walked over to a small fridge, turning to Jake who gave you a blank stare. Josh wasn't hinting at your intentions with Jake, but rather what would occur after-the-fact. He shrugged at you suggestively, but you couldn't depict what his choice was.

You chose to be safe. "We'll see, Josh," you directed your attention to him for a moment, "if I don't, I'll be sure to say goodbye to you before I head home."

He sauntered over to you with a beer in hand and patted your back with a soft smile. "Always a pleasure, y/n."

Leaving you and his twin alone, Jake ran his hand to your side and found the small of your back, pressing light enough to signal movement forward and follow him to his dressing room. You dared to look at him, to examine the light sheen of sweat that resided on his forehead that he forgot to wipe away once he exited the stage. And you knew he could feel your eyes lingering upon him, but he liked to be looked at. He liked the attention.

His dressing room door was already open, welcoming your entrance and waiting for your arrival. You eagerly stepped into the neatly decorated room and scanned the area for familiar artifacts of his scattered about: sunglasses, bracelets, necklaces, and his attire to be thrown on after his stage wear was stripped from his body.

He turned his back to you quickly and closed the door, locking it swiftly behind him. And once he turned around, he was wearing a softly cracked smile. It was always so intimidatingly perfect, how his eyes rested into a look that only told you that he was going to devour you.

"Barely said a word to me since I've arrived," you said innocently with your hands behind your back, "what's with the shyness, Jake?" You began to slip off your shoes as his eyes faltered from your own to do the same.

He took slow steps towards you to increase the intensity of your heartbeat in anticipation. He knew you craved the taste of his lips, the feeling of his hands on your figure. He always remembered what made your heart bang against your chest and your face flush into a pink hue.

His index finger cradled your jaw as he focused your eyes on him intently. "Was it so wrong of me to want a more private 'welcome home' from you?" His voice was coarse with the words slipping off his tongue smoothly like butter. Close to a whisper - the tone of intimacy.

You flicked your eyes to his coy smirk, then back to his dark brown eyes that peered at you so attentively. He was always so patient in these moments for an answer back.

"All this is, is private. Doesn't mean I don't enjoy the gesture, though." You wrapped your arms around his neck after motioning your pointer finger back and forth between the two of you, and in return, he pulled you into his chest and squeezed you against his body tightly.

And there he was, breathing softly down the side of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent, and feeling the figure and warmth of your body in an embrace. You buried your face into the crook of his neck that you made room for with your arm to feel the skin that rested there to remember how it feels to be so close to Jake once again.

"You're a good singer, Jake," you said lowly into his ear, "better than I had expected."

You felt him chuckle against you, but his laughter came out in small breaths. He was amused by your playful banter and humbling words that he knew were harmless.

He unwrapped himself from you but kept the close proximity between the both of you. His tongue darted out and ran across the middle of his bottom lip, cracking a coy grin as he looked down at you with half-hooded eyes. He was effortlessly seductive.

"You're lucky I like you, y/n." His hand raised to the side of your face as he slowly began to caress it, watching the motions of his fingers as they began from your temple and journeyed to your jaw. "Because if I hadn't known better, I'd think you were disrespecting me." He gave you a playful, lazy glare.

You gave him a small smile, allowing your fingers to focus on toying with the silver jewelry that hung dangerously low on his exposed skin.

"Well, you and I both know that you love to play that game." You said softly to yourself. Loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to showcase your lack of desire for a response.

You took the opportunity to run your hands onto his chest, letting them reach to the waistband of his trousers, and looking to him innocently with a smile. And he smiled back at you softly, waiting patiently for you to be finished reveling in his presence and this moment.

You placed your hands onto his neck, thumbing at the skin and looking at him for direction, for initiation. So, he cupped your jaw and placed a gentle, longing kiss onto your lips. You practically melted into his mouth and encouraged his tongue to begin roaming around the inside of your mouth as you began to dance your own in his. The kiss grew deeper quickly, and you both remembered the addictive taste of each other. The swift routine of throwing each other clothes began, where you're tugging down Jake's pants to leave him in his boxers, and he's tossing off his cropped, black jacket to land onto the ground.

Your hands traveled into his damp hair and tugged him deeper into your lips as his fingers played at the waistband of your leggings. The muscles at your stomach began to tense up at the sensation of the pads of his fingers toying at the idea of diving down into your underwear and satisfying you.

His mouth pulled from yours for a moment to throw off your top, which you assisted him in doing, and allowed it to fall wherever it landed. As soon as he got the sight of your bare breasts, he encapsulated his mouth onto yours, and massaged one in his hand, while the other hand held its place at your waist.

You snaked your hands in between your glued bodies and cupped his hard cock with a light squeeze, eliciting a deep, rumbling groan from his throat and into your mouth.

"God, how I've missed you." He said into your mouth, tugging at your bottom lip. His lips began to travel to your neck, pressing rough, sloppy kisses onto the skin. You contemplated telling him how much you missed him, but you knew that he knew you did - you were like putty under his touch.

Your head titled back to allow Jake more access to your neck. One of his hands ditched your body and tugged at your hair to gain dominance, keeping your neck bent back as far as possible so he could taste your skin. His other hand traveled to the small of your back to keep you on your feet, and you swore you would've fallen to your knees if it weren't for Jake holding you up. With your eyes shut, you tuned into the feeling of his wet tongue trailing its way up your neck and to your jaw, then suckling down to your collarbone. His mouth always felt like a beautiful curse against your skin, while compelling, still so unbelievably relieving.

Your hands stuck onto his hair, tugging and pulling as his lips trapped your right nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled circles around it, with his index and thumb massaging the other with the movements. Soft moans escaped your mouth, but you were sure to monitor any sound out of you.

His eyes peered up at you as he removed his mouth from your body and grabbed your face with his hands clasped at your jaw.

"Pants off, now." He instructed lowly, and while you slipped off your underwear with your velvet flares, he was throwing off his boxers and revealing his throbbing cock. You could hardly focus on anything other than him inside of you at this moment, with your head dizzy at the thought of his length filling you up to the hilt.

He never got sick of the sight of you naked, running his hands down your waist and to your hips while a deep sigh escaped his mouth. You watched his eyes focus in on your clit, with his thumb dancing around the area and causing your knees to grow weaker and weaker. Your hips bucked forward, and your motion only caused a light snicker to come from his mouth.

"Get on your fucking knees." He demanded as he pushed you down by your shoulder, although you were quick to follow his instructions and obey.

His length rested onto your left check, and his hand reached down to lift your chin to look up to him. He loved how submissive you looked before him. The way your eyes lit up to the sight of him bare in front of you, along with his devilish grin that captivated you.

He held your eyes with his own. "Good to know you're still such a good girl for me." That sentence had sent a shiver down your spine, with how intimidatingly dominant Jake was. There was something about his small, cracked smile, and the light squint in his eyes that always had you feeling shy and overexposed. Yet, you were always so comfortable being vulnerable around him.

He tapped at your jaw, which signaled for your mouth to open, and you allowed his thumb to travel onto your tongue, sliding the finger out and dragging your bottom lip down with the motion. You slid your hands over his thighs, kissing the head of his cock and slicing your tongue onto it. He groaned at the sensation and landed his hand on the back of your head in preparation.

And you grabbed his length, wrapping your lips around it and beginning to bob your head up and down at a slow pace. You took all of him for a moment to elicit a harsh groan - a response you craved hearing from Jake and pulled off his cock to purse your lips and spit onto his tip with your hand aiding you in coating him.

You immediately resumed bobbing your head up and down, while your hand at the base of him began working slowly with a twist of your wrist. He deeply sighed, looking down at you to see his cock disappear into your mouth. You were irresistible to him with the way you took him into your mouth so effortlessly.

"Fuck, just like that, y/n." He winced lightly as your tongue swirled around his tip. His mouth was slightly hung open as he admired the view of you below him. Hearing your name had never sounded better coming from someone's mouth.

The unoccupied hand of his landed at the side of your face with his thumb caressing at your cheek. He was being gentler with you than usual, which could only mean he intended to be rougher with you later on. You didn't mind the lack of degrading, though. It was good to soothe into things after being away from him for so long.

His breathing was deep, and the muscles at his stomach were tensed up as you quickened the pace of your mouth and hand. Your other hand massaged his balls lightly, which evoked a deep sigh from him. Hushed slurs drew from his lips as you worked your way up and down him, spit dribbling down your chin. The back of your throat fought against taking his whole length, but as long as he felt good, you could care less about your own pleasure. You loved to feel as though you belonged to him and were the only one making him feel this good.

His head was thrown back, while the hand that tousled with your hair on the back of your head had a harsher grip. It was as if he was innocently guiding you, but really, it was to steady himself as he cautiously bucked his hips into your movements. Jake had his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth, fighting against his own release so quickly.

He grabbed your hair and held it back for you, tugging you off of his cock and raising you up to your knees by the pad of his index finger resting under your chin.

"Think you deserve something in return, huh?" He said as his hands relaxed from their places and found your waist. The rhetorical question had you pressing your thighs tightly together with a whine trapped behind your closed mouth.

He was slow with his hands, letting them fall down to your hips, then scooping you off of the ground whilst you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you over to the long table that sat before a mirror, setting you down and immediately forcing your legs open for him. He was quick to step in between your legs and place a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on your lips as his fingers traveled down your stomach and to your heat.

His right hand rested at the inner of your thigh, his thumb at your pubic bone and mere inches from your clit. He rested his forehead upon yours and listened intently to your unsteady, choked breaths, while he traced his index fingers and middle up and down your pussy agonizingly slow. Your back arched into him with a whine, closing your thighs together cautiously in hopes his fingers would caress you. But instead, he forced your thighs back open, and removed his forehead from yours with enough space to just barely see the entirety of your face.

"Don't. Fucking. Move. Be a good girl for me, yeah?" He glared at you, practically spitting in your face at your small movements in a silent plea to have him touch you. But you nodded vigorously. "If you want me to touch you, you're going to have to beg for it. Don't act like you have forgotten how this works."

The way he was looking at you was sending butterflies into the pit of your stomach, and it was nearly overwhelming to you how lust-filled his eyes were.

You threw your head back, sliding your right hand onto his bicep and sighing heavily with shut eyes. "Jake," you whined out, "please."

"Please what, y/n?" He urged you further. He loved playing this game.

You brought your head back up and looked at him in mere agony, desperately saying, "please touch me."

A devilish smirk twisted onto his lips as he flicked his eyes down to your pussy, leaning down and pursing his lips to allow spit to dribble from his mouth and onto your folds. As soon as the spit hit your pussy, he was gathering it onto middle and ring finger and locking his eyes onto yours. He captivated your attention just to mimic the way your mouth fell open as his fingers eased themselves into your entrance. He even repeated your deep exhales as his fingers curled inside of you and began to pump in and out of your entrance. You couldn't contain your moans and allowed them to fall out of your mouth while Jake admired your breathless state.

His calloused fingers added an extra layer of sensation to what you were feeling. He began kissing at your neck, humming onto the skin and trailing his mouth to your ear.

"Feel good, y/n?" He asked in a pitiful, mocking tone. He knew the answer, yet he wanted to hear you say it. Just another thing he did to control you and what you said.

"Yes, yes Jake." You moaned. "Please, don't stop."

He tugged at your earlobe and said, "so we do remember our manners, hm?" in a teasing tone.

Your hand reached for the back of his head as he continued to suck at your neck and travel down to your jugular. Your other hand was gripped tightly against the edge of the table to keep yourself upright while Jake meticulously drew every sound possible from you by his touch. His tongue flattened against the skin and slid its way up to your jaw. You never realized how deeply you missed Jake until you were finally with him.

You had your eyes shut with furrowed brows as you allowed your head to hang back. Every movement Jake made with his fingers, his mouth, his hand that found its way to your breast and massaged it - you were in euphoria. Only did he make you feel this good, and you made it known with your lack of words and preferred usage of pleasured sounds.

Then your eyes were shooting open and your fingers gripping harder at Jake's hair as you felt his tongue circle at your clit. You looked down at the sight, seeing him kneeled down before you as he devoured at your pussy. He hummed in satisfaction of the taste of you - sweet like honey, and your mouth hung open in an "O" shape, unable to utter a sound. Finally, an exaggerated groan rolled off of your tongue, and your head was able to be thrown back with your head fuzzy in ecstasy.

Your hand that rested at the back of his head landed back onto the table, clenching and unclenching, which Jake was quick to notice. His hand immediately found yours and folded his fingers into your own, giving you something to squeeze onto you. The small note of intimacy made you crack a small smile, but quickly allowing it to fade away as Jake grasped harshly onto your hip to keep you in place and reminding you where your focus should be.

He lapped at your folds as he kept a steady pace in and out of your pussy while your thighs squeezed tightly around his head. He switched between sucking at your clit and allowing his tongue to do all the work. You were grinding your hips to the motions of his tongue, and while normally you were ridiculed by him with a slap at your thigh, he allowed it after being away from one another so long.

You were clenching around his fingers, which elicited a pleased hum from him. He could tell you were close to your release, and that's exactly where he wanted you to be before stripping it away from you so suddenly. The tightened knot in the pit of your stomach completely dissolving, not unraveling, always had you whining in annoyance.

He flattened his tongue once more and dragged it up your pussy, then pushed himself up by slapping his hands on the tops of your thighs and levering himself that way.

You encapsulated your mouth onto his by bringing him with your hands harshly slapping against his face. He groaned into your lips with satisfaction, while you wrapped your hand around his length and began stroking it. At some points in moments like these, you felt like you just barely had some sort of dominance over Jake, and he was submitting to the pleasure you were granting him. He found it harder to kiss you back, resting his forehead against your own with eyes squeezed shut. As if anything you had asked him to do, he would without hesitation. And his face even showed how resistless he had become under your touch, contorting and softening with his eyebrows pulled in and mouth parted open.

You kept your eyes open to see the way his face shifted emotions, watching him grow restless with your position of being in charge. He wrapped his hand around your own and stopped your motions, looking down at his cock and focusing on lining himself up with your entrance. You quickly propped one of your legs up onto the table to allow easier access for him and impatiently waited. As spit dribbled down from his pursed lips and onto his cock, with a few more strokes, he was easing himself into you and resting his forehead onto your shoulder.

"Fuck, y/n," he drew out in a long breath as he was fully rested inside of you. He was slow pulling himself out, but quick to slam into you.

He raised his head off of your shoulder and met your eyes, seeing yours with the lids of them resting halfway, mouth opened in an 'O' shape with eyebrows softened. You made it known to him that you were all his - and always will be, but in this moment, you were whatever you needed him to be. Through your lust-filled brain you imprinted the memory of how perfect Jake feels inside of you, how he knows exactly where his fingers need to dance onto your skin, or where his hands should rest. He was wickedly talented at the art of pleasure, and he knew what made your body tick. He was in tune with your body, which he oh-so adored, and wasn't going to go anywhere until he felt satisfied enough.

You had one hand sprawled behind your back onto the table and the other on Jake's shoulder, throwing your head back as he slammed into you and rattled the items that lay astray on the tabletop. If anything were to fall, neither of you paid mind to it. What mattered was the sensations that ran throughout your entire being, your heartbeat increasing with every second, and your body accumulating a sweat that began at your hairline.

His breaths were heavy, daring to look at you while his pace increased. The corner of his lips curled into a malicious smirk, forcing your lips onto his by pushing your head towards him after landing the back of his hand in your damp hair. His other hand was placed beside your thigh to keep him up, but every once and a while, it would travel to the outer of your thigh and squeeze tightly.

Your kiss shared with him was a sloppy mess, with both of you breathing into each other's mouth and unable to contain your moans from sputtering out from your lips. His tongue danced alongst your own, toying with it before resting his back in his mouth and pulling from your lips to kiss your cheek. He reached your ear with his lips, tugging at your earlobe, and allowing you to hear his restless, guttural groans that tore at your core with pleasure.

"You're all mine, you know that?" He groaned to you. "Your pussy is for my pleasure only - no one else's. You understand?" He continued his fast-paced thrusts while borderline whispering these words to you.

You swallowed harshly, breathing out a small, "yes," as you were unable to utter anything else. It was already a battle enough to keep yourself quiet to minimize the noise anyone in the green room could hear, but yet, they all knew why you were with Jake. And frankly, Jake didn't care about the noise. In fact, he encouraged your cries of ecstasy. He demanded it from you.

He wrapped his hand around your neck tightly, forcing you to look at him as he withheld your breath.

"Say you understand, y/n. Say that you understand that no one else can have you but I." He breathed, lessening his tight grip around your neck to allow you to speak for him.

"I understand, Jake," you said as your eyes rolled back from the way Jake was thrusting into you, "I'm all yours."

You didn't have to refocus your eyes on him to know he was smirking - you could just hear his lips curl. Now he was quickly pulling himself out of you, and in a swift motion, lifting you off from the table and barely giving you time to land on your feet before turning you around and bending you over. You were face to face with yourself, seeing how your makeup had run, and your lips were swollen and darker tinted than normal.

But then you saw him, and how he looked from behind you. His eyes landed on your ass, and in a near second, you saw his hand raise and swat against the skin. You jumped with a light whimper trapping itself behind your lips as you bit down on your bottom lip. His eyes met yours, and there he was, giving you the smallest hint of a smile, and forcefully pushing himself all the way inside of you.

One of his hands rested at your hip with a harsh grip, and the other was at your shoulder while he watched the movement of your ass each time it hit against his stomach. He was entranced by the way your body moved, how good it felt to be inside of you, how perfect you looked fully exposed to him.

He whispered something near incoherent, but you were able to pick it up.

"Good, good fucking girl. That's it, baby." He said as he kept his eyes locked on your rear. You watched his lips drop open, his hair moving with his motions and his eyebrows softening and furrowing with each sensation that drove through his body. He grabbed at your ass once more, giving you another swat to make sure he would leave his mark on you as if the bruises caused by his mouth weren't already stained onto your body.

You moaned his name, begging him not to stop as he was hitting the spot you craved to be caressed the most. You dared to reach your fingers down to your clit to reach your orgasm, but as your hand began to make its way there, Jake immediately caught on, and grabbed ahold of your hair and tugged you far back enough to where your back arched away from his chest.

"Greedy now, are we?" His hand from your hair released itself to forcefully grasp your throat with his pointer finger and thumb harshly pressed at your jaw to look towards him. You didn't know what to respond with, other than to rest your hands onto the edge of the table and allowing your knuckles to turn white.

You dared to hold eye contact with him, and he squeezed your cheeks with the intent of forcing your mouth open and spitting onto your tongue. You swallowed the substance without thought, looking at him as you raised one hand to hold onto the side of his face. And the grip he had onto your face wasn't harsh enough, because you felt your head turn forward and lean back with a loud moan as your orgasm grew closer, and the pads of his fingers rubbed vigorous circles onto your clit.

"Greedy little whore." He whispered into your ear, looking at you through the mirror. He watched the way your breasts bounced, how your body twitched, how you were nearly unresponsive with the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You truly were all his.

"Jake, please," you begged quietly. There were more words you wanted to say, but they had fizzled and left your mind, and you could only focus on the way Jake was pumping in and out of you at a quickened pace.

Strands of his hair began to stick to his cheeks, and his silver necklaces that he had on left a cold sting onto your back as they would barely graze the skin. Every single sense in your body had become heightened and intensified, along with your entire body tensing up that had your entire body running hot. All you could do was chase your release, to tune into the intoxicating sensation of Jake delivering as much pleasure to you as possible.

"God, I'm gonna cum." He warned as his thrusts became inconsistent, yet perfectly paced to reach his high. "Gonna cum with me?"

There was only one answer to that question, and he knew that. But hearing you say it helped send him over the edge. It helped him feel more in control of your orgasm. Hell, you were surprised your release hadn't overtaken you yet.

"Yes, Jake, just please, don't stop." You moaned.

And as you felt the tight knot unravel in your stomach, you began to fall forward with your legs trembling, and Jake coming to your aid by bracing his arm across your chest as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“That’s it darling,” he soothed, “there you go.”

His head fell forward as he finished inside of you, draining himself fully and leaving himself with a heaving chest. His arm fell from your chest and landed his hand on top of yours on the edge of the table, with the other hand teasing at your sensitive clit once more just to feel you twitch a final time around him.

After you nearly grabbed his wrist to move it away from the overstimulation, he landed his hand onto your waist, and stayed inside of you for a moment. His eyes found yours in the mirror, and he pressed a soft, long kiss onto your cheek.

"You okay?" He said to you.

"Yes, yes I'm okay," you giggled, "more than okay."

He chuckled at your statement. "Just making sure." He said as he looked at you.

His lips traveled onto your neck with soft, relaxed kisses, reaching to the end of your shoulder and stopping there as he pulled himself from you. You tried to turn around to face him, but as he saw your legs nearly give out, he came to wrap his hands around your waist, and keep you on your feet. If it weren't for the warm liquid dripping down onto the insides of your thighs, you would have forgotten that Jake had finished inside of you.

After seeing that animalistic side of him, you had nearly forgotten how caring he was, and how important it was to him to tend to you after practically using your body. And while one hand stayed at the small at your back, the other raised to your cheek, and his thumb softly swiped against it in a back-and-forth motion.

You two allowed each other to catch your breaths, keeping your eyes locked onto his and smiling at him softly in your hazed state.

"Do you want to stay after for a bit before you head off?" He said to you, finally having his breathing under control.

"Don't want me to stay over for the night, or are you already sick of me?" You said to him with a knowing grin.

He chuckled at your response and placed a soft kiss onto your lips. "Go on and get dressed and we'll head back to mine when you're ready to, alright?"

You nodded at him and began to clean yourself up, which he helped with, then aiding him, and getting dressed to make yourself presentable to walk out of the dressing room and accept the stares from the rest of the band and any of their team members who witnessed the sounds that erupted from Jake's dressing room.

But they all knew why you were there. After all, you were Jake's personal groupie. And you enjoyed the lifestyle. You enjoyed Jake, and he enjoyed you.

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[daemon-in-my-head]

You know, really playing the intro and thinking about some of the stuff Durge did, I truly do believe they weren't that "feral" or smth... It kinda reads more like they were scared of Bhaal, of failure, of what would happen if they couldn't live up to being the perfect Bhaalspawn.

It might just be my bias and all, but flaying oneself, literally begging for forgiveness for something as human as having feelings, the inherent wish for even their own obliteration, idk man. Doesn't sound like a feral madman but more like someone incredibly fucking scared who really does not want to be where they are. And I mean rightfully so, their father introduced himself by making them slaughter their family. Considering the whole Bhaalists think death is a mercy bit, Durge just really doesn't sound so vile yk. And while cannibalism sounds like a fun bit, the circumstances that would drive someone to do that kinda aren't, also the implication that there aren't more "homemade" Bhaalspawn because Durge failed at that + the whole fun with corpses thing? Reads more like that was rather involuntary and not the desirable outcome.

Once again, might just be my bias and love for tragedy, but if anything Durge sounds like a poor tortured soul to me, rather than the edgelord who did shit for funsies. I mean, for goodness sake, they considered Gortash, someone who grew up being abused by everyone and everything, their equal. An ally. Someone genius who understood them. As much as I love cocky sorcerer Durge, it does kinda appear like a well crafted mask to push away the unsettling truth beneath. To me at least.

[satosugusandwich]

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔐𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔫…

True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Afab!Reader (This is an AU!!! Sukuna is not a homicidal maniac cannibalistic murderer! I think he’s sexy and my morals say no dick from crazy murderer BUT dick from crazy 😍)

Cw: very brief mention of trauma, sukuna is an ass, alcohol, mild sexual content but no smut just yet

Description: You've been friends with Yuji Itadori for some time now and have seen the best, the worst, and the strange in all your years of knowing him. You've never thought he was one to have any crazy secrets and well... you were wrong. And now the demon bound to Yuji is bound to you too! How fun! Good thing that you aren't stupid and won't fall for a being that by no means should you have ever interacted with! Right? Right...?

*Yuji is aged up but there will be no sexual stuff with him except maybe like a brief mention but yeah*

Chapter 3 Here!

@dressycobra7

Chapter 4: Quite the Teacher

You did your best to avoid Sukuna most of the time after that and eventually Yuji left your apartment to pick up a few changes of clothes, so you were left alone with Sukuna again. Sukuna was an enigma to you and you to him. Before you could interact with Sukuna, he'd have to watch you through Yuji even though most of the time he did his best to stay away from Yuji. When Sukuna was first reawakened, he was obsessed with fucking around with Itadori and pushing his buttons, but Yuji was far too stubborn to break so eventually Sukuna gave up. Now, he has the perfect opportunity to get quality entertainment but of course he's stuck with an overly sensitive human that has spent the past few days crying or eating. Its no fun when he can't get a reaction out of them, you'd break too fast for his liking. Yuji doesn't break at all, in fact, each time Sukuna pisses off Yuji, he mostly ignores him.

After a few days, you decided you would go to class even if you didn't want to. Yuji agreed that it was good for the sake of normalcy and explained not to worry about Sukuna because he'd most sleep on the ground somewhere or lay down his seats in the car. So long as Sukuna chooses to follow Yuji around, he won't have to be stuck with you. And yet... here he is, staring over your shoulder while you try to listen to the lecture. It felt so awkward having Sukuna hovering above you, just standing to your left while no one else can see him. You have no idea why he decided you'd be the best to follow and you weren't very flattered by it. It took everything for you to not react. The professor would keep talking and then Sukuna would make some side comment about the information he's trying to teach or make a comment about what one of the other students is doing. It didn't help if they were funny and you had to do the most not to laugh.

The monster has always been attentive, things would catch his eye that no one else would from his hundreds of years worth of battle experience. Humans have always had interesting habits to him, some that were entertaining and others that were plain annoying. For example, in the show he was watching, there were humans that were fond of being suspended in intricate patterns and tortured pleasurably which seemed counterintuitive to the human urge to survive. On the other hand, there were more annoying habits, like the humans that obsessed over adjusting their clothing to always look a certain way, as if others' opinions made them so insecure it was palpable. To him, if another judges, why not just show them to mind their own business? Sadly, you were one of those that seemed preoccupied with others views of you. And one that was too timid to tell others to mind their business.

You got up to go to the bathroom and he followed behind you. "Hey," you said once you were out the door, "can you stand further away from me? Or like teleport to Yuji or something?"

With his observational skills, he could tell you were uncomfortable with him watching you, as much as you initially tried to hide it. "Why can't I stand next to you?"

"It feels weird! You keep on staring at me!" You entered the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

"Weren't you staring at me all day yesterday?" He said through the door.

Your face got hot, but not in embarrassment, more so frustration. You really didn't want to leave class as boring as it was, you just wanted to be isolated from Sukuna from a moment and especially his peering eyes. Sukuna wanted to push you as much as he also wanted to know how your brain works, frustratedly his only choice was to stalk you. (It is not his only choice, he’s not good at asking questions.)

When you exited the bathroom, you came face to face with him and you couldn’t help but look into his eyes, you’d never seen real life red eyes before, and never this many on one face. Sukuna didn’t make any comments about your staring but it certainly amused him whether or not he’d admit it. You looked away and started to walk back to class, but this time he decided to sit outside of the room and rest on two of his arms.

Once you reached the end of the day, you were reunited with Yuji which you were beyond grateful for. You have no fucking idea how he tolerates having Sukuna with him at all time or at least in proximity. You can practically have zero privacy unless a door is between you! And did Sukuna watch him as much as he watches you???? You assumed he had just gotten used to it over time and you sincerely hoped you would too. You really hadn’t chewed on the fact that you’re actually stuck with him for life and you wondered if Yuji had accepted that as well. Did Sukuna?

Yuji suggested going to get some drinks tonight, a little pick me up to get you out of your head and while you originally opposed the idea, you decided maybe it’ll take your mind off the trauma and Sukuna. Before that, the three of you went to your place and you slept for nearly the whole day before you sat back to do work, which helped to bring you back into your body and not your thoughts. Then it was 8pm.

You wanted to go out at a seemingly normal time and just throw back a few in peace and maybe talk to a few people while you were at it. Since you all decided to ride in your car, Sukuna was lucky enough to have ample space for once. You didn’t know if he really wanted to follow you around or if the binding made it so that he couldn’t leave either of your sides and Yuji was also wondering the same thing, he just didn’t want to stir the pot. When you arrived at this cute little bar, you were met with Megumi, Yuji’s boyfriend.

“Hey!” You ran up to the man sat at the bar. “I haven’t seen you in a little bit!”

Megumi smiled and waved while Yuji placed a kiss to his cheek. “Yeah, I’m back in town. I visited my sister for a few days.”

Yuji sat down beside him. “I’m so happy to see you!!!” He was ecstatic, grinning from ear to ear. Looking at the boys, they seemed like opposites. Yuji being a super jubilant, bright eyed, pink haired, and muscular dude versus Megumi being a somber, dark eyed, dark haired, more athletic build. It was charming to you, but clearly, the touchy feely stuff made Sukuna groan. He sounded like a grossed out kid.

“I already ordered some shots.” Megumi said. “I know Yuji and Nobara would down them super fast.”

The name made your eyes light up. “Oh is she coming?” You loved when she was around since you were able to complain about men together.

Megumi nodded. “She’s in the bathroom, we came together.”

Sure enough, she was out as soon as he said that, pulling her tube top up and running to you. You outstretched your arms to hug her as if you hadn’t seen her in ages and, of course, another groan from Sukuna. Nobara started pattering on, telling you all about the past few weeks and why she hasn’t been around as much. You kept on giggling and it was like you forgot Sukuna was there. the demon had found his way to a corner and opted to people watch while you continued to bore him. He was still attentive to you, wondering how long he was going to be stuck here watching you all.

Over the past few years of watching Itadori, he learned to find ways to entertain himself, be it creating stories in his mind or thinking about his life. When he felt the urge to mess with people, considering he was able to interact with objects, he loved giving people a spook. One thing he will miss is constantly spooking you, now that you’re aware of his presence, it’ll be much harder. A poor dude decided to turn his back so Sukuna shifted his drink over to the other end of the table. The man didn’t notice it at first, so he did it again. The second time had the man blinking and looking around like crazy. Then Sukuna saw that someone left their keys on the table so naturally, he took them and hid them on the floor under the table. Then of course, he went into the bathrooms and decided to shake the stall doors. Well populated places like this were his favorite outings, he could fuck with whatever he’d like, especially because Yuji couldn’t lecture him without looking like he’s insane.

Sukuna’s acts didn’t go unnoticed by you and as you watched him you realized that a lot of the shit you went through with Yuji was Sukuna’s fault! Oh yeah, when this alcohol induced confidence kicks in, you’re going for his ass.

Nobara noticed that you were downing a million drinks so she put her hand on your shoulder. “Hey, you tryna get dicked down tonight or did something happen?”

You nearly choked on your drink. “Listen, liiiisteeen.” You stretched the second word and slammed your drink down. “I am never letting a man even think about my vagina ever again!”

Nobara put her hands up. “Oh? Finally gave up, huh?”

You scoffed. “Gave up??? Nah, I learned that none of them are worth it! I’ve decided that the next man I fuck will have to eat it first, kiss it too! And also he needs to walk the walk as much as he talks. Each dick I’ve been near recently has just been god awful.” You couldn’t help but rant while she looked at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah, for real. It’s only right they get you to nut first!” She agreed, slamming back another. “There’s this guy they’ve been talking about you know. He’s a little bit older but not too much, but they say he eats like he’s starved.” She licked her lips and nudged you.

“I need proof!”

She pulled on your arm. “It’s rumors for sure, but he’s really fucking hot.” Pulling out her phone, she opened up Instagram and showed you his account.

“Oh my fuck—“ you gaped. “His hair!!! His eyes!!!!!” It’s true. He’s tall as fuck, has Snow White hair, bright blue eyes, and is built not as much as Sukuna, but built. Not to mention his cocky grin and how his sunglasses sit on the end of his nose. “But he’s one of those guys who knows they’re hot, those guys are red flags!”

She shushed you. “Listen, y/n, he’s totally your type. You’re more in his age range and he supposedly likes girls like you. You should DM him!”

You thought on it for a minute, you are a few years older than your friends and even if he’s a bit older, he’s got a good reputation. Scrolling through his account, he’s sexy as hell, has sexy friends, and frequents this same bar. She must’ve heard about him from the other girls here. “Who is the other guy here?”

Nobara tapped on the image and went to his account. “Oh yeah, he’s the darker type. Suguru and Satoru, funny.” She read their names and you looked at both of them. That’s one hell of a threesome idea.

“You like those kinds of men?” Sukuna’s voice boomed behind you.

You turned around fast but then remembered no one else can hear or see him, except Yuji. “Oh.” You turned back around and Nobara lifted a brow.

“What’s up?” She asked, peering behind her to see what you were looking at.

“It’s nothing.” You responded, now looking up the men on Instagram.

Sukuna spoke again. “They seem to be rather proud of themselves. From my experience, they break the hardest.”

You tried to not talk back, but the alcohol was definitely making your temper rise. Yuji was an expert at drowning out Sukuna at this point so he didn’t even notice your distress, not to mention the alcohol and his pretty boyfriend had his attention more than you. Sukuna, for once, hadn’t picked up on it either.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.”

Now Itadori was looking at you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah, just gotta get something really fast.”

Nobara grabbed your arm. “I’ll come with it’s not safe.”

You pushed away your hand. “It’s fine, I’ll be safe.” That’s true, you could just tell Sukuna to save you. You exited the bar and when you got to your car, you looked around to make sure no one was there and sure enough, Sukuna decided to follow you.

“Hm, did I irritate you?” He looked slightly amused.

You did not. “Yes! You won’t shut the fuck up!” You were pissed now, arms crossed and looking at him like he’s crazy.

“Oho? You do have some fire, huh?” He was grinning now, both pairs of arms crossed.

“You’ve been an ass to me since we’ve met and I’ve been beyond nice to you! It’s like all you want to do is piss me off, Yuji too! I literally just went through the most traumatizing experience of my fucking life and now you’re being an asshole to me! Watching me, making comments about the dudes I like, and being an absolute shithead!”

As you yelled at him, his face softened a bit. He let you rant at him before speaking up. “I’m impressed you’re willing to speak to me like this. You have more to you than I thought.”

Ouch, there he goes again. “What the fuck! I just told you about your shitty comments—“

“It was a compliment.” He interjected. “Personally, I love it when people don’t hold back.”

You didn’t know what to say. It’s like he was missing the entire point. “I shouldn’t have said anything.” You started to walk toward the bar, ready to drink some more.

“No, you should say more. Tell each person that’s hurt you to shut the fuck up. Like you did me.” He was grinning again and you stopped walking, looking toward the ground. “I’m being serious. I seriously don’t intend or have intended to hurt you, I just think you need to speak your mind more, raw emotion and boldness looks good on you.”

Spinning around to face him again, you could feel your throat tightening. He looked… genuine. “Were you trying to piss me off on purpose?”

Sukuna shook his head, pushing out his lower lip. “I’ve been told I push buttons, past and present. I must admit,” he laughed, “I love to tease.”

“So you were trying to piss me off?”

He laughed a bit harder. “No, no, I’ve been holding back. It’s not fun to kick someone when they’re down. I think I’m starting to find you more interesting, so I especially wouldn’t do that.”

He finds you interesting? What the hell does that mean? “So you thought I was boring, me?”

He cocked his head. “You and the brat are stupid so you’re entertaining, but watching you these past two days have made me realize something.”

You narrowed you eyes.

“You have a fire, it just needs a little push. Luckily, I’m quite the teacher.” One of his hands went to his chest as though he was crossing his heart. “Keep stoking that fire, brat, it’s quite entertaining.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you just went back inside. Everyone was confused but you decided to ignore it and drink up a little more. If one good thing came out of tonight, that was you forgetting all about the previous nights. Now, you can’t get Sukuna’s words out of your head. Hell, it’s the only thing you thought about, so you went and forgot to do your homework. And also forgot to eat dinner.

It was 1am when you all decided to leave and you were passed the fuck out so Yuji had to carry you and strap you into the passengers seat. Really, he shouldn’t be driving either, but he’s not stupid enough to give Sukuna the wheel even though he offered with a shit-eating grin on his face. Yeah, less worried about his driving skills and more due to the fact that it’d look like a ghost driving the two of you. Yuji went inside with you and tried to wake you up to shower and change, but you opted to remain sleeping. After your argument (one-sided), Sukuna couldn’t help but feel bad. He’s not one to be exceptionally emotional, but he’s been seriously trying to give you advice, he isn’t used to being around normal people, he used to those who grin and bear it for the sake of strength and power, not people who actually feel their emotions. He’s not one to have a soft spot, but something about you evokes emotions he once tried to fully repress for the sake of survival. He doesn’t get it. At all.

You don’t get it either.

Why exactly that night, for the first time since it had happened, why you didn’t have nightmares. And why, instead of dreaming about the two men on instagram, you dreamt of Sukuna lapping at your clit. And also why did you like it so much?

[kira-broflovski]

Friends Like That || Kenny McCormick x Reader

note: characters are aged up

"So, yeah."

"What assholes, aren't they supposed to be your friends?"

"I mean I understand, but..."

"It's still shitty."

"Yeah." Kenny's voice was somehow even softer through the phone.

He had called you because Stan, Kyle, and Eric were going to see a new movie that came out, but they only paid for their own ticket and they were way too expensive. Naturally, Eric rubbed it in his face of how poor he was.

You offered to see it with him and you would pay for both tickets, but he declined. He didn't want you to waste your money on him just because his friends were being a little mean.

"Wanna come over?" You asked after a minute or two of silence.

"Sure," he mumbled. "It'll beat hanging out with those guys."

Suddenly, you caught yourself blushing at the thought he would prefer hanging out alone with you than with the guys.

"Of course it will, and we can shove it in their faces that we had more fun than them!"

His laugh sounded through the phone. Oh how you wish you were recording this conversation so you could hear his genuine, gentle laughter whenever you wanted to.

"It always does, Y/N." He was glad you couldn't see him, his grin was so wide that his cheeks were beginning to hurt.

"Good." He could almost hear your little smile through the call. "I'll see you in a few minutes, Kenny."

"See ya." With that, he hung up.

Quickly, you scrambled to tidy up your cosy apartment before he arrived: cleaning dishes, and putting them away; picking up dirty clothes; and wiping down any surface. Even you were shocked at how you accomplished so much in so little time.

With perfect timing, the doorbell rang.

You happily opened the door to reveal none other than Kenny, who stood over you with a subtle smile that widened at the sight of you.

"Hey, Kenny."

"Hey, Y/N."

"Are you going to come in or just stay out in the corridor?" You laughed as you waited for him to come in.

"What if I did just stay out there?" He retorted, slipping off his jacket and hanging it up.

"I don't think it would be very fun, you idiot." You playfully pushed him.

"Why would I stay out there anyways?" He began. "Hanging out with you is way more fun. In any situation, I would rather be with you than anyone else." He shrugged and lightly pushed you back.

You were just going to pretend you didn't hear that for the sake of your heart. That was, until he kept rambling.

"Especially if the choice is between you and the guys. I can't believe those guys, I mean why would they invite me and wait for me to meet them before telling me how much the tickets were, especially if they weren't going to pay." He was obviously still annoyed, and you couldn't blame him. "That's the thing! I would have paid if they told me it was gonna cost more, but they really just pissed me off so much."

After setting up the console so you could play all your shared favourite games, you sat on the sofa next to him and gave him a sympathetic look while he stared straight ahead.

"Man, fuck those guys anyways." You scoffed, starting to feel angry on his behalf.

"It's not all too bad," he said and turned his head to finally look at you. "I mean that did lead me here with you, after all."

He wants you. So bad.

The entire situation has made him fed up, and he wants nothing more than to make you his partner.

Neither of you realised how close the two of you were. Your faces, and lips, were inches apart.

"I'm glad you ended up here, I always am when you come over." You whispered, stealing a glance at his lips.

"I'm always glad to come over, Y/N."

You could hear your heart beating in your own chest. Is this really going to happen?

"Y'know, you're always welcome, Kenny." You decided to press a quick kiss to his cheek and pulled back.

He was at a loss for words, but you could tell it was a good decision by the deep blush on his face and the stars in his eyes.

"C'mere." He smiled, leaned in more, and cupped your cheeks softly, before gently kissing you on the lips.

When you both pulled away, you were staring at each other in a comfortable silence before he broke it again.

"This is way better than being with the others!"

[prucanfieldsurquestions]

what are your favorite clothes to steal from each other? 👀

There were few things Gilbert liked more than accompanying his mild-mannered lover to a hockey game. The actual sport was only half the fun. The other half, of course, was-

"OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, REF!"

-was that dear, sweet Matthew wasn't so sweet in the arena.

There weren't many things that would get the Canadian to yell at the top of his lungs. Watching his beloved Leafs get a penalty they apparently didn't deserve was on the short list of those things. Gilbert could only sit back with a grin as Matthew rose out of his seat to shout obscenities in French, and then cackle as those obscenities turned more than a few heads. The buzzer signifying the end of the first period was probably a relief to those around them. Frankly, Gilbert couldn't wait for intermission to be over. In the meantime, though, Tumblr would be entertainment enough.

Crimson eyes lit up as the first thing the Prussian saw was a notification on the ask blog that had laid dormant for a few months. He grabbed the back of Matthew's jersey and pulled him down into his seat, then leaned over and showed him excitedly.

"Hey, we finally got another ask! I knew we'd get one eventually! Wasn't I telling you that last week?" He asked, then continued without waiting for an answer. "Hm… Our favourite clothing to steal from each other, huh?"

Matthew huffed and glared at the offending referee as they skated a loop around the rink. "I think my favourite thing to borrow right now would be one of your swords. Did you see that? Total bullshit! Nylander should NOT hav-"

"Mattie! Focus! The people want to know about our clothes stealing habits! We can 'talk' with the ref later, ja?"

A sigh left the Canadian as he begrudgingly turned his attention to the phone. It was probably for the best that he cool down before the next period anyways. "Okay, okay. Our favourite clothes to take from each other…"

- - -

Meetings where Matthew would be gone for a week or more were certainly not a household favourite. Gilbert stood at the front door, essentially blocking it while he adjusted Matthew's tie for the third time. He could already feel a familiar ache tugging at his heart. With a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes, he looked into the perfect oceans of lavender that he would miss dearly.

"Well, I guess you're all ready, huh? Break someone's legs, babe!"

Matthew couldn't help but chuckle. "I think the phrase is 'break a leg'?"

"Yeah, but I don't want you to break your leg, so someone else can be a sacrifice!"

That chuckle quickly turned into a giggle. Strong arms wrapped around Gilbert and held him close for the last time until his return. "I'll be sure to appease the gods of PowerPoint then."

Gilbert pulled his lover down for a searing-hot kiss, one that would hopefully linger on his lips until he got back. Then, begrudgingly, he stepped out of the way so Matthew could get on his way to the stupid string of meetings taking place in America.

Whispered words of love and a promise to call later in the evening hung in the air like mist well after the door shut. This first day was always the hardest. Oh, sure, Gilbert would be fine tomorrow. There were projects to do around the house, video games to play, and Ludwig's social media to try and hack into, after all. Plenty to keep him distracted.

A sigh left his lips as he wandered from the front door to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, hopped up onto his designated spot on the counter, and looked around. Seemed to him that the cottage was just a little emptier and gloomier without his personal sunshine there with him.

The pity party lasted only as long as the beer did. Once his bottle was thrown in the recycling bin, Gilbert headed to the bedroom. Nothing made him feel better in Matthew's absence like doing chores, knowing he would be rewarded handsomely with praise upon the Canadian's return to a sparkling-clean house. Doing all the laundry seemed like a good start.

Of course, Gilbert had to laugh a little upon entering the bedroom. His side of the bedroom was neat and tidy, a place for everything and everything in it's place. Matthew's side, however, was a different story. It seemed to Gilbert like complete chaos, but there was some order to it. Matthew generally put his clothes in one of three piles. Pale hands grasped the empty mesh clothes hamper that hung on the back of the door and headed to the first one.

This one, always closest to the window, was the 'absolutely filthy' pile. Clothes that had mud caked on them, egregious food stains from the last food fight, or any number of other stains from the unfortunate random happenstance Matthew seemed to endure on a weekly basis were thrown in the hamper. Next, half-shoved under the bed, was the 'home clothes' pile. It had been explained that this one was clothes Matthew wouldn't necessarily wear out in public, but were fine for around the house or around their property. These were also gathered up and thrown in the hamper. The last pile, though, made Gilbert pause. This one was closest to the wardrobe, and consisted of clothes that could be worn again in polite company or in public. At the top of the pile was the hoodie Matthew wore to their bonfire the night before.

Gilbert held the teal hoodie up to inspect it for only a moment before he brought it to his face and breathed it in. It smelled like campfire smoke, yes, but there was a scent that was unmistakably Matthew under it. It was maple whiskey and cedar trees, a little car exhaust and a hint of fresh snow. It was deep, rich, and so wonderfully unique that it was near-intoxicating. A soft smile wormed it's way onto Gilbert's face as he put that hoodie on and gathered the rest of the clothes up. This first day was always the hardest. But Matthew had a wonderful habit of finding ways to make it a little easier, even in his absence.

- - -

Matthew could already feel a stress headache starting.

The border had been insanely busy for no discernable reason. There were no holidays, no big events, nothing of the sort. And it was Tuesday, for God's sake! What kind of person would just randomly go to America on a Tuesday?! Then, of course, someone was being trained on border security and had never seen his ID before. It took nearly fifteen minutes of back and forth arguing, very politely on Matthew's end I might add, before a senior border officer was brought over and settled the whole thing. Truly, Matthew wondered why he even went to meetings when it was better for his blood pressure to just stay home.

Driving as if he were in Toronto made up for some lost time, but the poor Canadian still pulled into the parking lot of the meeting hall almost an hour late. He burst into the room, messenger bag full of important documents (and snacks), to find that… the meeting hadn't started yet?

"Hey, dude! Right on time!" Alfred called from the head of the large oval table. Matthew sighed in relief as he took his designated seat.

"I thought we were supposed to start at six, though?" He asked. Other representatives began wandering to their seats as well from whatever random conversations they were having elsewhere in the room.

Alfred shrugged and turned on the projector. "Eh, I factored in about an hour for you and Feli to get here before we actually got going. So, without any further ado, let's get this meeting started!"

The first day of a week of meetings was usually the easiest. Everyone was generally in good spirits, or else too jetlagged to cause too much trouble. Usually. Today seemed like it was going to be the exception, if Arthur's apparent distaste for whatever Alfred had just said was any indication. Matthew quickly turned his attention from the impending verbal slaughter to the little reminder of home he'd brought with him.

Around his neck, on a chain stolen from some other pendant, sat one of Gilbert's many rings. This one was almost definitely over a century old. As all hell broke loose, earlier than anticipated, Matthew undid the clasp on the chain and held the ring in his hands.

This ring was simple, consisting of a gold band with a square bloodstone set in it, but it had always been among Matthew's favourites. There was something he loved about the way the metal felt when his and Gilbert's fingers were clasped together. Something about how the dark stone glinted in the light when Matthew brought his beloved's hand up for a kiss that would never stop making his heart race. A wistful smile and no small amount of homesickness accompanied the ring as he slid it on his pinky finger, the only one it would fit on.

Violet eyes glanced around the room to ensure he wasn't missing anything important while daydreaming of their bonfire the night before. Seemed like Alfred and Arthur had gotten into an impassioned argument about the proper preparation of liver, of all things, and Herakles had fallen asleep directly on Feliciano's documents. Or sketchbook. Maybe both? Either way, Matthew figured he had a few minutes at least before everything was brought back to some semblance of order.

Quiet as a ghost, he slipped out of the room and into the hall. He leaned against the wall with his phone pinched between his shoulder and his cheek. He absentmindedly played with the ring while he waited for Gilbert to pick up. Of course, he wasn't left waiting very long.

"Hallo, you've reached the sexiest retiree this side of the Atlantic, how may I help you?"

Matthew couldn't help but laugh. He continued to play with the ring on his pinky while he stole his quick few moments with his beloved, and even when he went back in the meeting room, his eyes never really left it. Briefly, he wondered if he could figure out Gilbert's ring size from it, and if so…

[box-architecture]

CKAU: Part One of ???

I often find myself struggling to write the first chapter of the Communication Knife AU.

When I first started writing awesamdream, it was me spitballing ideas in the dreblr minecraft server when it first opened, and trying to have fun with a ship that, at the time, wasn't considered A Big Thing, or was purely for whump purposes. And while writing for an AU, Sif was also there, poking and tormenting lovingly as a Sif does, and mentioned the concept of Auspisticism, a homestuck relationship, in regards to Dream, Sam, and Punz. And then one thing led to another, and now I have this big thing that makes me happy and had grown a lot bigger than I expected it to, and there's so many little drabbles and snippets and smut pieces that came out of it, that by the time new people started asking what the hell I was talking about, I realized that the context wasn't properly put together and hard to explain.

So I tried to put together a whole fic for it! And it hasn't been going well.

Because I really want to do the fic justice. I want to make it sound really lovely and use all the right words and explain very well all the things that made me insane so you can understand just the way it went when all this started! But in trying to do that, it's become so hard to write. I feel stuck, the words won't come, I overthink and overedit, and nothing is good enough.

But I still really, really do want to explain the AU so you can understand. And i know it won't be the perfect, well designed thing I built in my head, with all the write prose and all the little extra fancy things, but I'd rather you have it imperfectly than not at all.

Here you go, part one of ???:

(Sam: he/him

Dream: he/him

Punz: they/he

just to make sure.)

When things get bad for Dream in prison, he offers Sam sexual favors in return for better treatment, food/blankets/etc., and Sam agrees to this, regardless of the terrible ethics involved. Its not a great situation, for like, Obvious Reasons, and the consent is very much dubious here. Sam's possessive behavior is at its peak, and even if there ends up being less torture as part of the deal, it doesn't change that things are still fucked up.

When Dream escapes prison and finds Sam during Daedalus Arc, after scarring Sam, Dream offers to meet up to have sex again next week, out of a need to feel in control, to prove how he was Totally Not Traumatized he was and how he was absolutely fully capable of consenting to it, and the two continue their sexual activities.

However, Punz, who has been in a comfortably open relationship with Dream since before prison, bristles at the idea of Sam taking advantage of Dream, of the severe power imbalance still being a problem, and comes with him to these sexual encounters to protect him and keep Sam from pushing Dream's boundaries. They set up some rules, and if Sam breaks any or steps out of line, Punz will stab him with a special, gaudy blue knife that has 'Communication' engraved in its handle.

--

"He tortured you!"

"Technically it was Quackity who did the torturing." Dream corrected him, meticulously sorting his inventory. Their base felt suffocating, tiny, and he wanted to be done and gone already, but Punz seemed ready to fight him the whole way.

"Don't give me that shit," Punz snapped. "Sam let him in, he starved you half to death, for God's sake, Dream, he r-"

"It was not." At breakneck speed, Dream turned on his heel and hissed. "I said yes. Don't you dare say I didn't."

"You weren't in a position to say no." Punz said fiercely. Something dark and angry crushed their heart in its fist. "You didn't have any choice-"

"I had a choice!"

The world seemed to stop moving, the air stale. Dreams breaths were shaky, heaving, and Punz realized with a lump in their throat that Dream was trembling from stress.

"I had a choice." Dream repeated. "And it was mine. Not his, not anyone's. I'm going to see him again, and that's my choice too. Not yours."

They could stop him, a little voice in the back of their head murmured. They could stop him and- and keep him safe. Prevent anyone else from hurting him again. They could say the right words that would cause him to falter ("for me." Punz had once pleaded, and Dream bent, as he always did) and then Sam would never touch him. They could even kill the creeper hybrid, to be sure. They would destroy the entire server with the Plan, and Dream would finally be safe.

But.

Dream needed this. Whatever he said, whatever he thought, he'd been denied agency for so long. The thought of them being the one to take it away, his friend, when they were supposed to be the one person on the server who he could trust… it made them feel sick.

Dreams trembling faded, and he straightened up, before he throwing his cloak over his shoulder.

Punz made his decision. "I'm coming with you."

"What?"

"I'm your backup, and your mercenary, and your partner. If Sam has a problem with it, just say you rehired me."

--

At the very beginning, the rules are this:

No Kissing. Punz doesn't think Sam deserves kisses, and they're vicious about enforcing this. Kisses are for Punz alone, and Sam is incredibly jealous.

No marks. Sam has tried to leave hickies or bruises, but it was quickly shut down. When he argued this, Punz told him that he could leave marks when all the marks (torture scars) he already made on Dream were gone.

No cuddling or aftercare. Since Sam insisted that the sex didn't mean anything, clearly that means he doesn't need to be involved in taking care of Dream after. Punz will take him away and they can be the one to hold Dream. (Not that Sam longed for that. He doesn't feel more desperate each time the two leave him behind. Of course not.)

The most obvious one: what Dream says goes. Sam isn't allowed to Override Dream and insist his way is better, and he isn't allowed to take whatever he wants without asking. If Dream needs a moment, or would like to change positions, or even just say he'd rather not, Sam must listen. Punz will make him listen.

And so every week all three of them get together, usually at the prison, and have sex. Its a very complicated, unhealthy dynamic, for a lot of different reasons.

Punz, usually able to gauge what Dream wants/what would make him comfortable, is left blind, because Dream is always a little uncomfortable here, always stressed, and Punz can't fix that. They're trying their best, and they know that Dream could shut down and be unable to express himself if the wrong button is pushed, but in the beginning its a mess. At some point he micromanages where Sam puts his hands, pushing and arguing with him over whose allowed to say where Sam can and can't touch, and neither of the two argue that it should be Dream.

It doesn't help that Punz is jealous. They don't want to be, especially not in this situation. But Sam's possessiveness of Dream, the way he taunts about knowing Dream in ways nobody else possibly could- it sets off that part of Punz that has always been so self-satisfied with his place as Dream's most intimate companion, the other half of his soul.

(Its the server's second stupidest dick measuring contest where they accidentally objectify Dream in the process, while they also compete to see who Dream likes more.)

Sam, on the other hand, is constantly having to reckon with the fact that he wasn't actually as good as he thought he was. Punz doesn't let him get away with spewing the same lines of crap and insisting he's always right. Sam also considered himself A Good Lover and good at getting Dream off (the only one who knows him, who knows him Best), and his ego takes a fucking hit when Punz corrects him. When Punz points out that certain things were actually harmful/not enjoyable, its hard for Sam to accept because it means he fucked up and made assumptions in his head and Punz rubs each of those in.

Sam tries to defend himself by pointing out that Dream went along with it, and which leads to Punz pointing out that he didn't have much of a choice/wasn't in a good situation to make that choice at the time, and that's the one time it nearly comes to blows between them before Dream speaks up to tell them both to knock it off.

(Sam discovers One (1) kink that Punz doesn't know about and he's so fucking smug about it despite fucking up literally everything else.)

(No matter how many wins Sam thinks he gets during their weekly time together, Punz still gets to take Dream home, do aftercare and keep him safe. Sam hates how much he wants that too, despite the fact that according to his own weird moral code he shouldn't.)

And as much as this is most definitely causing more issues, it does leave Dream actually feeling more in control of his situation.

He gets so much praise now! This is basically therapy but better! He even gets aftercare with no torture. He's getting good dick and most of his kinks are getting hit, truly luxurious for a cDream. He's a lot more confident and content, and he isn't constantly on the defensive, because if Punz says he didn't deserve what happened to him, even if its just a single person, Dream doesn't have to fight to prove that he's a person deserving of basic human decency.

But the Most Important Thing That Makes All This Take The Turn It Does: At first, Sam thinks that the proper solution to all of this is to get Dream all to himself again in his prison where he belongs and not fixing his behavior any more than what he needs specifically to get there.

However, during an very short period of time where Sam is able to be with Dream without Punz there to scrutinize, Sam attempts to do stuff like how he used to before Punz, to prove he doesn't need him, that they don't need him.

But now he knows, he knows that Dream isn't actually into a lot of the things he was trying, or at the very least he likes other things more. He had it proved to him, and he's aware that things can be a lot better. Dream's clearly nervous, anxious, and not super into this, and Sam can tell, and now all he can see are all those little signs that he's fucking up, and it's getting into his head.

In the end, he can't even get himself to go through with it, because now it feels wrong and he can't ignore that. He makes an excuse, and he's frustrated and aggressive, but he doesn't try this again without Punz there.

Mentally he can justify it as Punz would kill him if he did. This is just a matter of self-preservation.

But quietly his plans adjust to not just needing to get Dream under his control. He'll need to get Punz too in order for things to be perfect.

[bluerskiees]

TWENTY AND ELIGIBLE 🪐

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｡ ˳ْ  𓋼𓍊  Synopsis: Rindo and y/n, the two most popular students of Roppongi's top university. Both fighting for popularity and just— wanting to be better than the other and NEVER willing to give up. What happens when they accidentally had a one night stand in his house after getting too drunk? Will their equally arrogant and sarcastic asses fall in love ?

SFW no smuts included

Tw: Teasing, Enemies to lovers trope, Rindo being full of himself, 2 egoistic person refusing to accept they've fallen in love, A bit fluff (?), One Night stand.

@rinrinmylove @trashmemebitch @sleeplessreader @jojxba

You hated him. You hated the way he looked, the way he scored a perfect mark without shedding tears, the way he's so rich and flaunts over You, the way he thinks he can control anyone. Everything. EVERYTHING about him annoys you. You wished he would just dissappear from your life. He makes you feel things you shouldn't be feeling. Mad, sad, disgusted, anger, love— wait what? Love? There's no way in he'll would that happen. You? Him? Love? Haha never. You just misunderstood hate.

But do u really hate him? Even after what happened that night? Even after all the things he told you? Even after he tried his best to make you feel special? Even after he— "Ugh no you hate him and that's final" you shouted in the middle of the night causing your mom to come up and check up on you. "Are you alright darling?" She asked, as you told her it was just a weird dream and nothings serious and told her to go back to sleep while you do the same.

Being a popular student is all fun and games until you realize there's drama bout you 24/7 and this time it was about rindo being in love with you. Mumbling about how your history teacher would find ways to embarrass you in front of the class made your stomach ache so hard. You were determined to go to your class as soon as possible and that is until a hand pulled you inside an empty room.

"Yo who the fuck are you? Let me go I literally have my history class right now. Ughhh would you let me g—" You were cut off by someone.

"Will you fucking stop ignoring me for fucks sake? What the fuck happened to you? You're ignoring me since the fucking party". First of all, it was a lot of fucks. Second of all, you knew it was him. You failed to ignore your enemy today, maybe it wouldn't have happened if you got up early <3

You had no choice rather than to answer him. "Me? Ignore? Haha rindo, you know i would NEVER do that" stressing on the word never. Rindo could do nothing than glare at you while his jaws clenched. He looked hot, you thought to urself. Wait no— I meant mad, he looks mad.

He repeated his words again, this time softer, "You're ignoring me". You couldn't stand the way he looked at you. Tenderly as if you were a fragile flower he's supposed to protect. It made you feel butterflies on your tummy, but he was your enemy you weren't supposed to feel this way.

You were enjoying a cup of tea while sitting on your balcony on a Sunday morning, suddenly feeling a vibration from your phone— indicating a message has arrived. Gently putting down the cup, you reached out for your phone and opened the message. Turns out Rindo Haitani is hosting a party for everyone from your college that night as he won some international award.

Smirking to yourself, you went inside to prepare for the night. Afterall you were gonna make sure he realizes you're greater than him.

Nothing stopped you from wearing a scandalous outfit that night. It was a Pure black dress extending just a little above your knees. The low cut and the slit on your right thigh made you look even more hot. Spending your time on make up, making sure to look drop dead gorgeous in every angle. The mascara and the liner made your eyes enchanting, the lipstick making your lips so kissable. You wondered how rindo would react when you steal all the attention from him.

Entering his home, you were greeted with a smirk from his older brother, Ran Haitani. Who you surprisingly got along with, to the point that people would often mistake you both for couples.

Being the most popular girl in the college, it was easy to turn all the attention from anything ( Rindo, in this case) to you. Everyone was either complementing on your outfit or too stunned to speak. You sure did what you wanted to but, where was rindo? You wanted him to see this outfit you bought for him. You wanted him to get mad cause you could steal his place easily. And that's what happened, he got mad. His once laughing face was replaced with a glare. A glare so powerful it would make you shiver if you weren't too used to this. You loved every single bit of his reaction. It was a moment you're gonna savor for the rest of your life. Smirking to him, you decided to go have some drinks until— POOF an amazing idea popped into your mind. Who has a higher Alcohol tolerance? Having an ego as huge as his d—, rindo sure agreed to this mere bet. Both competing just to witness the other loose. What you didn't think about was the consequences of consuming too much alcohol and what happens when you're with a man just as Intoxicated as you. Grabbing you by your waist and kissing you so desperately, your hands running through his messy hair, breathless moans which no one seemed to notice due to the loud music in the background. That was all until he decided to carry you over his shoulder and rail you for the rest of the night in his luxurious bedroom.

You woke up tired— wayy too tired than usual and when you saw you were naked in an unfamiliar room with a naked man who's name you didn't seem to remember due to your blurry eyes and spinning head. Putting all the pieces together, thats when it hit you. You slept with a stranger. Did you really get too Intoxicated to give away your v-card to a random stranger you met at a party? There wasn't any condoms lying around you so, What if you get pregnant? All you could do was cry.

Waking up to the sound of you crying, rindo couldn't understand what happened. He was pretty shocked when he remembered bits and pieces of what happened in the same room the night before. But he composed himself and tried to calm you down. When he hugged you, that's when he realized how small you looked compared to him. If you hasn't him rival, he was sure he'd be crazy in love with you. Your heart racing faster than the speed of light, you for sure would be embarrassed if he heard it. After he noticed you calmed down, he left to make breakfast for the two of you while you shower. However, you ran away to your house as soon as showering not even bothering to inform him. Rindo definitely went ' :/ ' when he found out.

The remaining day were hell for both of you. Something happened that night causing you to develop 'Unwanted' feelings for him. You weren't sure if he was always this hot but you just never noticed it or if he got hot just recently. With cheeks turning as red as blood whenever you see him, you had no choice other than to run and hide somewhere away from him. You didn't mean to ignore him, you just thought he would mock you in front of everyone if he came to know you started developing romantic feelings for him. There's no way you would let him know about this. NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS.

"I asked you a question", his voice snapped you back to reality. The way he was pinning you the door, the way he looked at you, the way he smelled, the way he looked, everything that happened around you made you crazy. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to grab him by his neck and kiss him then and there, but you couldn't.

"Listen here y/n......" his voice trailed, serious this time indicating he wasn't message around. "..... I know what happened that night wasn't supposed to happen, we were just two people who randomly hooked up unexpectedly after drinking too much". You wanted to cry, your heart bursting through your chest, you knew where this was heading to. You wanted this to be just another nightmare of yours. You were at the verge of crying when you decided to speak, "It's alright, don't worry. I understand what you mean, It would be a secret and I'd make sure I don't get pregnant". Rindo's forehead wrinkled, "Tf Y/n, who the fuck asked you to do that? I was just about to confess to you idiot". "Huh?" "Oh shut up, you know how much I liked you didn't you? That night may have been just a mistake for you. But for me....... it was something more than that. You were always so near yet so far away from me, out out my reach and that waste first time i got to have you close to me, in my arms. I know you don't feel the same way but I just wanted you to let you know that I love you. So damn much". You were too stunned to speak. Rindo Haitani? The most popular guy in ur school? Your rival? Likes you? This has to be a joke—. Seeing you speechless, Rindo lost the tiniest hope he had and turned away to leave when you grabbed his hands and said, "U-ummm... you said... you like ..me? Like you know? M-me?" Rindo chuckled and repeated what he said again. Looking at his eyes with a confident face, you hit his chest. [Rindo didn't expect that]. "You fucker, son of a damn bitch, Ughhhhhh i hate you so much because I- I love you too ♡"

He was definitely on cloud nine. After making sure you weren't joking, he picked you up, twirled you around and kissed you softly yet you could feel the kiss getting roughed every passing second. The kiss reminded you of some memories you forgot during the other night causing you to blush uncontrollably.

That's how it started, your relationship with your rival Boyfriend, Rindo haitani <3

Everyone in the university cheered for you both and you were happy that they accepted you both. Rindo would definitely punch them in their face/do some shit if they didn't .

The end <3

[cursed-coat-of-homosexuality]

Really tickles my brain how much Aziraphale's way of thinking is still so heavily shaped by Heaven's propaganda. Honestly, that's mainly why I really can't see why people are thinking it's ooc. Like yes, I do get that he has indeed come very far in regards to understanding heaven's failures, and seeing the various shades of gray around him. But I genuinely don't think he has come THAT far yet as to be completely unable to leave Crowley to go back to Heaven, having to require some spiked oat milk to be able to make that choice and also making him see Heaven as this perfect thing which he can help improve

Thing is, I don't think Aziraphale thinks it is perfect when he comes to his decision. Aziraphale has seen and time again the several cruelties executed by heaven in the name of an unknown ineffable plan which he can't object to. He has seen first hand and for 6000 YEARS how a kind and caring demon Crowley is. In fact, when Metatron first makes the offer, he doesn't even want to go. He knows how Heaven has failed, and weirdly enough, that's the problem!!! To him those are just systemic failures which he can correct by managing the system itself, but he doesn't see them as they really are, the design. They weren't mistakes, or misshappenings that could be fixed by a careful overseer, they are purposeful in their making and most of the things that made him go against Heaven, would be done again with OR without his presence there. His perception of Heaven is that it has some flaws, but like any other flaw, those can be fixed. That's why I don't think it's ooc. Because at any point did he actually come to the realization that THAT IS THE DESIGN AND NOT A MANAGEMENT ERROR. And that by working with Heaven again, he will be following that design, not remaking it.

And also, the whole magic coffee makes the story so much more... I don't know, uninteresting? Boring? It would not only seem like a backpedal, it would also be removing so much agency and personality from Aziraphale and the other characters. It's so much more fun to have them be flawed in their perspectives, make mistakes and have those flaws and mistakes be exploited by other characters (aka Metatron) than to just have them drink "magic dumb decision juice" that obligates them to follow a narrative. It takes out the intention, the will behind those decisions. It just transforms them into mindless robots in virtue of making them somehow morally superior. Let them fuck up for christ's sake! We know Aziraphale has.

TLDR: Aziraphale is just a dumb bitch and therefore is immune to the spiked oat milk.

[bp4545]

Real smiles (Fake smiles pt2. Angst to Fluff)

READ PART 1 HERE FIRST

Word count: 2500, I don't like how I ended this one it actually sucks I almost had a mental breakdown because I had no idea how to end it lmao.

Warnings: swearing maybe, angsty but not a lot. fluff and forgiveness. Also for the sake of the fic, your favourite flower will be sunflowers:) Sorry if that's not your favourite flower, it just matched the storyline.

Summary: Draco tries to win your love back, and he earns that real smile that he's been wanting so see in a long time.

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He couldn't believe he had lost the one most beautiful thing in his life, and he lost it so damn easily. 

He loved you, there was no doubt, he would have picked all of the stars out of the sky for you, he would have plucked every flower, he would have counted every grain of sand, if only you asked him to. 

Although he loved you until his heart stopped beating, he still managed to lose you. He knew why you had ended it, he had been an arse. He had ignored the very girl he swore to never take his eyes off, and he had lost your trust, chance, after chance, after chance. 

In all honesty, he admired Astoria, she was a nice girl, and 'studying' with her was fun, even though many of the times they weren't studying and rather going to Hogsmeade and getting drinks and snacks. But was it worth it? Was it worth losing you, the light of his life? Astoria could never replace you, or be as perfect as you were in Draco's eyes. As he thought back, tears welled up in his eyes, he was still standing in front of the very door you had slammed in his face just a few minutes ago. Gosh he fucked up so badly.

Draco felt hurt, however, that you would think that he would have done such things with Astoria as he did with you, he could never be as intimate with anyone else, he could never love someone else the way he loved you. 

He looked into the his hand, wrapped tightly over the ring he had gotten you on your birthday.

To my one and only

His eyes teared up and he clasped it in his hand tightly once again. How could you ever forgive him. He had lost every fiber of your trust by now, he couldn't believe he had forgotten 6 of the dates he had promised you. He couldn't imagine how long you had been waiting for him, how sick of it you got. How much you cried.

He just wanted to hold you. Hold you into his chest and protect you. Hold you and cry with you. Whisper sweet nothings in your ear and tell you everything would be okay, because he would always be beside you. But he couldn't, he wasn't worthy enough to call you his anymore. 

He had to prove it to you, that he still loved you.

---

The next day of school and you had the best sleep of your life. It was like every burden and weight upon your shoulders was lifted. Sure, you had cried for ages, but you felt free of a relationship that just didn't make you feel loved. You didn't miss Draco. You kept telling yourself that, and it seemed to work, it seemed to boost your self confidence.

You were glowing. It was like you were the same girl you were a few months ago. When you and Draco were still hopelessly in love. 

You walked into the great hall for breakfast, and you sat down at the (your house) tables. You instinctively looked to the Slytherin tables looking for a particular blonde head of hair. Your eyes stopped when you met his blue eyes, they looked drained and puffy, like he had been crying all night. Good. He deserved a good cry, a good think about just how hurt he made you feel. A part of you felt sympathetic to see him this way, he was someone who would never show that he was hurt in public, he would only show such emotions with you.

You saw him tear up again and look away, and go to sit with his friends. You still watched him, he looked like he had gone through a harder time than you. Then you saw her. Astoria.

She sat right next to him. You didn't feel jealousy, you just felt angry that she would try her luck with Draco just mere hours after the two of you broke up. It disgusted you actually, that there were girls who would actually do that.

You watched with narrow eyes as she tried flirting with Draco and touching his hands. Draco wasn't having it. Draco was angry at Astoria too. He blamed himself for losing your love and trust, but he put half the blame on Astoria. She sugar coated him, made him feel so special and gave him special attention, and now that he thought of it, he didn't even like her, he just liked the words about him that would come out of her mouth. 

Your eyes drifted away from them as you just accepted the fact that Draco loved having her all over him. You could hear her giggling all the way from over where you were sitting. You could hear her whiny voice too.

"Awhh, Draco it's okay, I'm always here for you" She laid her head on Draco's shoulder and he tensed up, it felt so wrong, even though he wasn't with you anymore, having someone else's head upon his shoulder just seemed so foreign to him. He grimaced and didn't say anything and kept eating.

"Draco?" she nudged him as she looked at him with fucking puppy eyes. 

"What Astoria" He was sick of her existence now.

"I just don't want you looking so sad! It's okay, you didn't deserve her anyway, she treated you like shit." That triggered him, he stood up abruptly, scaring Astoria, and you a bit too as you watched them. 

"Fuck off Astoria, and don't touch me like that. She treated me like I was the most important person in her life, she made me feel so loved and safe, and you ruined that for me. I wasted my time hanging out with you instead of her, and now I'm crying to sleep when I just wish I was in her arms." He spat at her, toxicity laced through his words. A part of you felt proud, he still defended you even though you had ended it with him. Maybe he still did love you.

---

It had been a few days, and Draco had been doing better. He had been planning something to win your heart back. 

It was third period, and Draco knew you had a free period now. He skipped his classes and found you in your favourite spot near your favourite patch of sunflowers. You were sat on a bench, with a piece of paper in your hand that you were folding into a paper crane. You always did that when you were stressed or nervous, and Draco knew that.

Draco also knew that your favourite flowers were sunflowers, hence why he was holding a bundle of them in his hand, with blue and green wrapping around it that complimented the flowers' bright yellow. 

He walked up in front of you, and as you looked up at him, he felt his heart beat a little faster, and his stomach did little turns. It reminded him of the first time he asked you out. He was so nervous, because you were just so perfect in his eyes.

"What are you doing Draco?" you asked him, as you looked at him questionably.

"Taking you out on a date" he said, smiling sheepishly. You'd be lying if you said it didn't leave butterflies in your stomach, he looked so handsome, he was in his white button down that was your favourite. It felt like the two of you had never even separated in the first place, then reality hit you.

"Draco, that isn't your job anymore" You sighed. "You can't just take me on dates to make up for the ones you missed."

"I-I know" he looked down, the sunflowers still held in front of him. "I just- I miss you, and I know that it isn't my job anymore, to love you, but I still do. And I can't just stop loving you y/n, not after everything we built together. I can't just stop loving you, every night when I think about you, when I turn around in bed and you're not there for me to hold. I miss you running your hands through my hair when we kissed, I miss the way your touch left butterflies in my stomach, I miss the way you used to look at me. I miss the way you smiled at me." He missed you so much, he couldn't even describe it properly in words. You looked at him sympathetically.

"Then why did you ruin it Draco" you said, not forgetting all the times he stood you up, and all the times he made you feel irrelevant.

"I didn't mean to y/n, I didn't realise how much I needed you until you left me. Until you left me crying every night, aching for you to love me again" he wasn't lying, he had taken your relationship for granted, until you left him then he realised that no one would ever fill that gap in his life like you did. Nobody could make his heart ache the way you did, no girl could ever have his love, no person felt right. No one but you.

"I got you your favourite flowers" he said, after a long while of silence. He had one hand behind his back, and the other holding the flowers in front of you. You stood up and took them from him. He watched hopefully as you adjusted a few of the flowers and smiled down at them. He watched you and his eyes softened, seeing that smile on your face, that real smile, made him go weak. You looked so beautiful to him, you looked so perfect.

"Thank you" You said softly. You didn't want to admit that you still loved him too, but your heart was betraying you. 

"You're welcome my love" he said, subconsciously using the nickname. 

"Y/n, I- " he stopped and sighed. "I know I ruined everything that we had together, and I know you don't love me anymore, but I still love you, and I want to prove it to you if you would give me a second chance"

"Draco, if you mean you want us to get back together already, then no." you knew what you wanted, and it was not just an apology, you wanted someone who would move heaven and earth to show you that he loves you. "You can't come back after a few days and expect everything to be perfect again." 

His heart broke a little at your words, but he knew he didn't deserve forgiveness, not straight away.

"Thank you for the flowers though Draco, thank you for remembering they were my favourite" you looked up at him.

Gosh, the way you looked at him. He could still see the love in your eyes, and it took every piece of him not to leap out and hug you and kiss you like you were his everything, because you were.

He watched as you walked away with the flowers in your hand. 

---

It had been a month, and Draco had more than proven that he was ready to be with you again. 

You were running out of vases and space in your dorm to hold any more sunflowers. He had been finding you at the end of every day to give you another sunflower after another, with a little note attached to it each time. A note every time, describing just how much he loved you, and what he loved about you.

'You looked so beautiful today, you make me so happy y/n.'

'Another sunflower for my sunshine, keep smiling love, it leaves me weak in the knees'

'I love you to the moon and back'

Draco would do anything to show you that he loved you. He would carry your books, give you homework answers, even when you asked him not too, and you couldn't help but feel so bad, for making him go through all this effort just to show you his love. You started sitting next to him more often, feeling those sparks of love come back to you. You would hug him when you sat together at breakfast, and you would hold his hand when you walked to classes together.

You started feeling love again, and you felt ready. You felt ready to give into the feeling once again. 

You sent Draco an owl to meet you at the astronomy tower once the sun set, you wanted to tell him, tell him that you loved him.

---

You waited on the top of the astronomy tower, it had been 26 minutes. 

You had waited for almost half an hour, and you were starting to wonder if trusting Draco wasn't the right decision after all. You could feel tears well up in your eyes, why did he have to disappoint you just as you started loving him again.

"Darling why are you crying" you heard Draco's soft concerned voice and you looked up at him.

"Draco where were you? I was waiting for thirty minutes for you!" You were angry at yourself for trusting him again.

"Y/n, I promise I was not deliberately standing you up, I-I went to get you flowers from the store but they didn't have any because I've been buying their stock everyday for you. So I went to your favourite flower patch to pick a bundle for you and wrap them up" He rambled, frantically trying to explain himself.

He pulled out the very untidily wrapped bundle of flowers and handed them to you.

"And I understand if you don't trust me still" he said in defeat. 

"No Draco I love these, I love them everyday and I'm sorry for assuming that you were standing me up." You started crying "I don't deserve all that you have been doing for me these past weeks, I don't understand how you still love me so much to do all that for me" He set the flowers on the ground and took you by the waist to hug you.

"Y/n I'd move the heavens and the earth to see you smile, you deserve the world" he cooed in your ear reassuringly 

"I love you Draco" you said quietly into his chest, you loved that boy so much, it made your heart ache as you cried. Draco pulled away to look at you, his eyes teary and full of love as he smiled at you.

"You-you love me?" He asked softly. You nodded at him, loving the feeling of his body against yours. " I love you so much y/n. I promise I will never ever stop loving you and I will never lose you again" He cried into your shoulder. Draco felt like the happiest boy alive, your love was all he needed in this world. 

The two of you looked at each others crying eyes and kissed the way any two lovers would. Draco's heartbeat was against your chest and you knew, you knew that his heart would only beat for you, and yours would only beat for him.

You smiled into the kiss, it was a real smile.

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a/n: I really didn't like the way I ended this fic at first, but now that I read it again I think it's a really cute ending. Soft Draco is definitely my weakness T-T.

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Chapter Eight: The Deal

Summary: Time has moved forward and after months Eddie asks an important question. Unfortunately, your perfect little world starts to crumble.

Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader 

Words: 12K

Warnings: 18+, time skip, very slight dom/sub dynamic if you squint, smut, PinV sex, fingering, nipple play, cussing, overuse of pet names, Y/N used, hospitals, death of a family member, funeral, verbal abuse, name-calling (derogatory: reader gets called a whore), controlling parents, protective Eddie, angst.

A/N:  Here is chapter eight! This one took me so long to do and I am so sorry about that but here it is! It's sad. So maybe some tissues? I know I mentioned it in the status update but I am thinking of making some time stamps about what Eddie and our little baker did during the time skip. If anyone has any ideas you want me to write about, feel free to drop them in my inbox!

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Previous - Masterlist - Forward

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the frost of winter had melted away and the flowers of Spring were in full bloom, the promise of Summers' warm breezes not far away, and the bakery was exploding in even more bright colors and fun treats to mark the changing of the seasons. The little winter decorations on the cakes and cupcakes have been switched out for sunflowers and beach balls. The cake you had finished that morning for the display case was a fun one with ocean waves, a beach towel, and a little umbrella to set the tone of the scene. 

Moving behind the counter, you grabbed the empty plates from the cases and smiled at a small boy as he looked at the cake in awe. Chuckling a little bit, you placed the plates on the back counter and grabbed a baking tissue and took a cookie from the freebie jar behind you, and passed it over to him with a wink. “On the house.”

“What do you say, Colton?” His mother said as she smiled down at him, her hands filled with the small box of goods and a second much younger child who was perched on her hip. Much too small for a cookie. 

“Thank you!” Colton cried with big round brown eyes that reminded you of Eddie’s. 

Eddie. He had completely consumed you, body and soul, and when you weren't at work or with friends and family you were with him in your own little world where he made the rules and you obeyed. A world where you didn’t have to think of anything. You loved that world and though you were too scared to admit it out loud yet you loved him. The thought made your heart beat faster in your chest. Shaking the thought from your head you smiled at the little boy in front of you. “You’re very welcome!” 

Giving the little ones a treat was always one of your favorite things, they got so happy over a simple cookie. You wave as the little family leaves your shop, their forms fading into the night. You watched as Emma walked around the counter and locked the new door turning the open sign to closed before she turned and started to clean up the cafe tables. You had kept the old one for the hell of it and it’s currently living its best life in your office leaning up against the wall until you can figure out what you wanted to do with it. The light above you flickered before completely going out, frowning, you looked up glaring at it. That light has been the bane of your existence for a week now, you’ve changed light bulbs, called electricians, and not one of them has figured out what was wrong with it. “For fuck’s sake…”

“Light again?” Marty asked as he started to cash out the register.

“Always this goddamn light.” You mutter with a sigh. “Tried every damn thing to fix it and nothing.” 

“I can fix it.” A voice said behind you as two arms wrapped around your waist. 

Jumping you looked over your shoulder with a squeak. Eddie had a bad habit of sneaking in and scaring you when you least expect it. “Holy shit!”

“Hi, my little sugar cube.” Eddie laughed as he pulled you close to his chest giving you a kiss on the side of your neck before he looked up at the light. Cocking his head to the side as it flickered back to life before dying again. “Huh. How long has that been happening?”

“A week,” Marty said, passing you the bag full of money so you could put it in the safe in your office until tomorrow morning. “No one can figure out why and any bulb we change it to does the exact same thing. Dies.”

“It’s taunting me.” You glare at it.

Laughing, Eddie looked down at you, his hands squeezing your waist. “Want me to fight it? I’ll kick its ass for you.”

“Can you?” Turning, you put your hand on his chest, batting your eyelashes at him like a damsel in distress. 

“Get me a ladder babe and I’ll take it out.” He smiled as he pulled you close to him pushing his nose into your hair. 

“You guys are gross,” Emma smirked as she passed you both to throw away the trash. 

“She’s just jealous.” The rockstar laughed as he looked up at the light again. “But seriously do you have a ladder?”

“In storage.” Looking over at Marty you asked him to show Eddie where it was. Putting your head against Eddie’s chest you sighed when he put his hand on the back of your head. “I have orders to make. I’m super behind.”

“Go on,” Eddie said, kissing the crown of your head before pushing you towards the kitchen with his hand that dropped from your head to lay on the small of your back. Glancing up at the light again he narrowed his eyes at it. “I’ll take a look at this.”

Eddie grunted a little as he twisted the light back into place; it had taken him a little while to figure out what was wrong, got shocked a few times in the process, but he got it in the end. He’ll make the permanent fix tomorrow when the stores are open. Climbing from the ladder he closed it and pushed it up against the wall behind the counter before he followed the sounds of Madonna into the kitchen, to you. The music was playing at a decent level for the time of night. Peeking his head in he smiled at you as you sprayed some oil into four tins. Looking a little more stressed and tired than he left you. 

“Well, I found your problem with the light,” Eddie said as he wandered back into the kitchen rubbing his hands on his jeans to wipe the dust from them. “It’s something with the wiring. I’ll have to stop at the hardware store in the morning to get the supplies I need. Should be good to go by tomorrow afternoon. I’ll have to cut the electricity for a bit though.”

“How long?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Eddie thought for a moment. “Twenty minutes? Thirty tops. It’s an easy fix but I wanna make sure I don’t burn down the shop.”

“I appreciate that,” Looking up you smiled at him, new streaks of flour had appeared on your face as you moved about the kitchen getting two different kinds of batter poured into the freshly oiled tins so all four could go into the oven. “Thank you so much, babe. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Not a big deal, sweet thing.” He shrugged as he walked in further looking around the kitchen as he walked towards the island bracing his arms against it. The air smelled sweet, like chocolate and sugar cookies. "You amaze me, you know that? I wouldn't have the patience for this."

"You have like an entire Rolodex of cocktails in your brain and you can learn a song just from listening to it." You giggled.

"Yeah, but a little extra booze doesn't ruin the drink. Too much salt can ruin an entire batch of cookies."

"I’ve done that.” You laughed, “When I was in school. They were awful." 

"You really like baking, don’t you?"

"I do. It was kinda the one thing I was good at. Everything has a set amount of ingredients and once you get those down it’s simple science. It helps to relieve my stress. Most of the time anyway, right now I’m about six orders behind. Tiffany being sick and Ada out of town has really fucked me up schedule-wise. Plus with Nana being sick I’ve been very scatterbrained.” You said wiping your forehead on your arm as you picked up two of the now cake batter-filled tins. “Can you grab that oven door for me?'' You gestured with a tin in your hand.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie said, grabbing the door and pulling it open for you to shove the cakes in. He knew your grandmother wasn’t doing well and he could see how it was affecting you. The heat of the oven blew his hair back a bit and he watched nervously as you placed the tins in, scared you would burn yourself. “Careful.” 

“I got it,” You chuckled. Looking at the top rack you grabbed the oven mitts from the magnet on the side and pulled the tray of cookies out. Turning the opposite way to not burn Eddie you placed the hot cookie sheet on a round corkboard to cool. Tossing the mitts on the counter you turned the heat up and changed the time on the oven before turning and grabbing the last two tins and shoving those inside with the others.

“Cookies out and cooling, cakes are in. What else?” You mutter to yourself as Eddie closes the oven watching you walk over to the board hanging on the wall. Grabbing the list you pull the pencil from behind your ear and cross off three items from your agenda. “Mrs. Webber wants two dozen blueberry muffins.” 

Looking up at the clock you see that it’s close to ten and you still need to frost three dozen cupcakes, decorate the sweet sixteen cake when it comes out of the oven and cools, and start a strawberry cheesecake. “Fuck. I’m going to be here forever.” 

“I can help Sweetheart,” Eddie said coming around the counter and placing his hand on the small of your back letting his fingers knead the muscles there. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

Groaning at the feel of his fingers massaging the tense muscles you closed your eyes for a moment just enjoying the attention, all you wanted was for him to take you upstairs and turn your brain to mush. But that would have to wait. Blinking you looked over at the rack of cupcakes for a seven year olds birthday party. “How do you feel about frosting and sprinkling cupcakes?”

Looking over to where the trays of marbled cupcakes sat he nodded. “I think I can handle that.”

“You need to wash your hands though.” You said, glancing down at his hands. “And put your hair up.”

Bringing his hands up, Eddie's eyebrows crinkled together as he looked at them. They looked pretty clean. Shrugging he pulled his long hair up into a bun that sat at the back of his head a few loose curls falling back into place to frame his face. “They're not even dirty.”

You took his wrists in your hands, sighing still stressed. “You were just up on a ladder fiddling around with dusty wiring. Dirty hands will contaminate the food and I don’t have time to remake them.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at your tone and stared you down for a moment before he smiled. He enjoyed it when you were feisty.

“You may be dominant in the bedroom, Sir.” You said with a smug grin as you examined his hands before looking up at him from beneath your lashes. “But I am dominant in the kitchen. My bakery, my rules. Wash your hands please.”

Chuckling, Eddie leaned forward placing his face just inches away from yours. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Biting your lip, you let one hand drop and dragged him with the other towards the sink, turning the water on you pushed your hands under it before pumping some soap into your palms and looked up at him to follow your lead. A little giggle bubbled up as he pushed his hands under the water with you letting you drop a pump of soap onto his palms before you both washed the soap away. Grabbing the paper towels from the counter you handed him two sheets before grabbing your own and drying your hands before tossing it into the trash can. Leading him over to the cupcakes you grab one off the rack and hold it out to show him. “Okay, so. This is the easy stuff, not that I think you couldn’t do it if it was complicated, it's just tedious. All you have to do is take a cupcake, spread the frosting on, and then roll the top around in the sprinkles. Like this.” 

You demonstrate for him, taking the knife you scoop a good dollop of teal frosting onto it before spreading it around. “The frosting doesn’t have to look pretty so don’t worry too much about that.”

Placing the knife back in the frosting bowl you grab the bowl of sprinkles and put the top of the cupcake inside, rolling it around gently letting the sticky frosting coat itself in sugar sprinkles. “Once it looks completely coated just put it to the side. We can box them up later.”

You pointed to the resting area and gently placed the finished cupcake down, looking over at him with a smile. “That’s pretty much it.”

“I can definitely handle that babe,” Eddie said with a confident nod. 

“Then I will let you get to it. Those muffins aren’t going to bake themselves.” You laughed and turned to go but stopped and looked back at him, watching as he grabbed a cupcake. Lifting up on your tiptoes, you placed a kiss on his cheek before you placed your heels on solid ground again pressing your forehead into his shoulder. “Thank you, Sir. You’re saving my ass here.”

Eddie smiled down at you when you used his title. “I’m always here to help you, sweetheart. All you need to do is ask. Now check those cakes and start on the muffins baby.”

Giggling, you nodded. “Yes, Sir.” 

The two of you worked in peace with only the sounds of baking and music filling the room. After a check on the cakes, you took them out when they were ready and placed them off to the side to cool, moving the cookies from the sheets and onto a rack and placing the baking sheets in the large sink to wash later. Moving about your kitchen you grabbed the items you needed to make those blueberry muffins. A few minutes later Whitney Houstons “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” started up making you dance a little in your place mixing the wet ingredients with the dry ones to form a batter.

A groan came from the side of the kitchen where Eddie was stationed with a cupcake in his hand. “Not Whitney Houston.”

“Um no, none of that, you do not disrespect the Queen in my kitchen!” You cried feigning offense as you looked up at him. Grabbing a spatula from the counter still coated in the muffin batter, completely forgetting the task at hand, you used it as a microphone as you sang the song as loudly as possible to get under his skin. Laughing, you started to dance around the area looking at him as he watched you, chuckling at your antics. 

He knew he should get you back on track if you wanted to finish all your orders but just watching you let loose in this moment wasn’t something he wanted to end so quickly. He has seen so many sides of you in the last few months and yeah, he loved your submissive side. But this side, the goofy side, was his favorite. Leaning back against the counter he smiled as you got closer to him.

“Oh I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody, yeah, I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me.” You sing as you point at him, doing a little twirl you sway your hips, and walk back to your spot tossing the spatula into the sink as you go. 

Back on the baking wagon it doesn’t take you long to whip up the muffins and put them in the still-hot oven before you look over to see Eddie is almost done with the cupcakes. Looking back up at the clock you yawn, shaking your head to wake you up as you gather the ingredients for that cheesecake.

“I heard that.” He said, turning to look over his shoulder at you. “Is that last order easy to make?”

You shrug letting out another yawn. “Kinda, it takes an hour to bake a cheesecake unfortunately, and it’s for an early morning pick up so I have to get it done tonight or Mr…” You grab the ticket to look at the name. “Lewis is going to be pissy and I don’t have the energy to deal with it. I can frost the lemon cake tomorrow morning since it’s for a late pick-up.”

“Tell you what,” Eddie said as he counted the last few cupcakes, there were only about four left. Taking a moment to step away from the cupcake corner he moved towards you letting his hand cup your cheek and brushing some flour off your face. Dropping a kiss to your forehead he looked into your eyes. “Let me finish up with these and I’ll help you with the cheesecake. We can clean up and box orders while it’s baking. Then we can get you to bed. Sound good?”

“Stay?” You ask, grabbing onto the hem of his shirt. 

“Yeah, baby.” Eddie nodded, kissing your forehead again. “I’ll stay. Let's finish up, yeah?”

With the two of you working together and you showing him how to do a few things, the last items on your list were done, either sitting on the counter to cool or in the oven. You laughed at the jokes Eddie was telling you as you packed up already completed orders, putting a few on the shelves and the ones that needed to be kept cool in the fridges. Once the cheesecake was finished you took a knife to the edges to keep it from sticking to the pan as it cooled and set it under a cover on the counter as you watched Eddie move around the kitchen and shop double checking locks on the doors and windows, switching off any lights still on as he did. Back at your side he grabbed your waist and turned you towards the stairs. 

“Let's get you to bed, sleepy girl,” Eddie said as he followed you up the stairs to your apartment. His hand was on your back making sure you were steady on the steps. Once at the top of the stairs he leaned over you to open the door and let you in first before closing it and flipping the lock in place as you shuffled to your room exhausted, pulling off your shoes and clothes and tossing them on the floor like a Hansel and Gretal bread trail for Eddie to follow. You had even gotten your bra off without taking off your shirt. Chuckling, he toed off his boots by your front door and followed you picking up your discarded clothes as he went until he was in the room with you and dropped them in the hamper by your dresser.

You had already collapsed horizontally across the foot of your bed in just a pair of panties and a camisole you had under your shirt, a groan leaving you as your eyes closed. With a shake of his head, Eddie got ready for bed tossing his clothes on the floor by your dresser before he moved over to you his hands rubbing up and down the backs of your thighs trying to coax you into bed like a normal person. Speaking softly he smiled down at you, “Come on baby. You’ll be more comfortable with your head on a pillow.”

Groaning you lift yourself up on tired arms and with Eddie’s help you crawled to the pillows before flopping down again. His little laugh made you smile into your pillow as you felt him pull the covers out from under you and slip into bed next to you tucking you both into the cool sheets. Sleepily, you waited for him to get situated, once he was you cuddled up to him letting him pull you closer so you could hear his heart beating in his chest. A happy sigh left you and you felt him kiss your head as sleep pulled you under. 

Eddie smiled as he watched you, your breathing becoming even as you fell deeper and deeper into your dreams, the hand that wasn’t around you was playing with a lock of your hair. In a quiet voice, he whispered, “I love you, sweetheart.”

Rolling over you cuddled deeper into Eddie’s arms, your hand resting right over his heart. Blinking you opened your eyes, feeling your hair move as he breathed out, his nose buried in your locks. Smiling a little you looked up at his sleeping face, he looked so cute. Placing a kiss on his chest you carefully lifted his arm so you could crawl out from under it leaving it on his chest as you sat up. The bathroom was calling you, getting off the bed slowly so as to not wake him, you pull off the gross day-old camisole and panties and grab his shirt off the floor pulling it on over your naked chest before you wandered into the bathroom to do your business. It’s while you’re brushing your teeth that you get an idea. You were going to make him breakfast. Carefully and as quietly as you could you slipped from the bathroom watching him to make sure he didn’t wake up and tip-toe out of the bedroom, heading into the kitchen to get everything you needed out of your cupboards to make cinnamon rolls.

You got to work, it was so easy for you now, you could do everything from muscle memory. Flour, sugar, brown sugar, cinnamon, salt, yeast, milk, butter, and eggs are all you needed. Prep was quick and soon you had a soft dough that you had kneaded to perfection and set aside to rest for a moment as you were getting the cinnamon sugar filling ready. Once that was done you grabbed the dough and started to roll it out into a large square on the counter. Not long after you had started that process, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist from behind. 

“Hmm, didn’t scare you that time, I must be losing my touch.” Eddie chuckled as he placed his chin on your shoulder.

Laughing, you looked over at him dropping a kiss to his cheek before leaning over to grab the butter that you had left out to soften and a knife, scooping up a good glob to spread over the rolled-out dough. “Well, good morning. Sleep well?"

"Absolutely. Cuddling up with a pretty girl? The best sleep ever. Plus I got to wake up to you baking in nothing but my shirt. It's a good morning." He smiled, kissing the side of your neck. "Need any help?"

“Not with this. Think you can handle the coffee?” You eyed him over your shoulder.

“Can I handle the coffee?” He scoffed, before smacking you on the ass as he moved to the pot. “Just watch babe, this is going to be the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had. Oh, it was hot in the room so I opened your windows to get some air. Hope you don't mind."

The only thing he was starting to hate about this apartment was how hot it was getting with summer just on the horizon.

“That's fine.” You chuckled as you got back to work dragging the knife around to spread the butter then added the brown sugar and cinnamon to the dough using your hands to spread it evenly. Moving to your sink, you do a quick scrub of your hands, drying them on a towel before you start rolling the dough into a long cylinder, grabbing the little plastic pack of unflavored floss you rip off a good strip and push it under the dough, carefully cutting it into 12 little rounds, before placing them evenly into the pan you had previously greased. Placing a clean towel over them you backed away. "Those need to rise for about an hour."  

To make it easier on yourself later you mill about your kitchen cleaning up the mess, wiping down the counter, putting bowls and utensils in the sink to wash, and throwing away the bit of floss and other trash. You felt him watching you the entire time. "I hope you like cinnamon rolls."

“Love cinnamon rolls. Don't worry about the dishes. I got 'em.” He said as he finished the coffee prep and turned it on to brew. He waved you away as you started washing, physically moving you by placing his hands on your waist.

“No, it’s okay. Most of these are from yesterday anyway.” You laughed shaking your head but let him move you.

“You just took the time to make us cinnamon rolls from scratch. I can do the dishes, I don’t care how long they’ve been sitting there.” With his hands on your waist, he lifted you up with ease placing you on the counter by the sink, his hands caging you in as he placed them by your thighs on the counter pushing your legs apart to stand between them. “Now you sit your pretty ass here while I get these dishes done.”

You playfully glared at him and gave him a little salute. “Yes, sir.” You said with slight sarcasm. Yelping a little as he slapped your thigh with just enough force to get his point across. 

“You were being so good. Don't make me punish you this early in the morning.” He said with a smirk and narrowed eyes as he moved away to clean up the dishes in your sink.

“So I realized that I never actually asked this,” You said, with a giggle pulling a thread at the hem of his shirt. “But why aren’t you guys on the road right now? It’s been months of you guys just living in the bar.”

“Well, we had just finished a world tour and all agreed that it was time for a break. We've pretty much been nonstop since we got big. Wanting to kinda play catch up with all the big names, never wanting to be the problem band, we just kept saying yes to anything they threw at us and never really stopped. It was a lot of tours, albums, interviews, and music videos. Then we bought the bar about four years into this weird fame we had found ourselves in. Then there was all the construction, permits, paint colors, wood flooring, and all of that to deal with. It was just a lot. But Gareth was getting married, Jeff and Lizzy wanted some time to just be a couple, Brandon had that family reunion he wanted to go to and I was just burnt out.” Eddie said as he scrubbed at a bowl. “Just needed some time to decompress and be normal for a while. Ya know?” 

You nodded in understanding. You were thankful for this little break, you would have never met him if it didn’t happen. “I get that.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as you watched him finish the dishes and dried his hands on a towel. He moved towards you caging you in again as he leaned in for a kiss. “You’re beautiful you know that. Bedhead and all.”

You giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck placing your forehead against his. Your legs wrapped around his boxer-clad hips pulling him closer to you. “So are you. Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

Eddie smiled, “How long did you say those cinnamon rolls would need to rise?” 

“About an hour and that was maybe ten, fifteen minutes ago... We have a bit of free time. Why?”

His smile turned into a smirk as he grabbed your waist and flipped you over his shoulder holding onto the backs of your thighs with a firm grip as he took you back to your room. It’s not the first time he’s done this but you’re amazed every time that he can hold your weight. ”I wanna have a little fun with you.”

Laughing, you risk the chance of punishment and reach down along his naked ink-covered back, giving his ass a good slap before he can deposit you on your bed. You bounced on the mattress when he threw you down gently. You love how he can just manhandle you like that. 

“That was cute. But that's your one.” He said, holding up a finger with a smirk. “Next time you're getting your ass beat with my belt. I know how much you hate that.” 

You pouted at him which just made him chuckle before he pounced on you practically ripping his shirt in the process of getting it off of you.

“Good morning ladies,” He said to your breasts as he cups them in his large hands, his thumb and index fingers squeezing your nipples into little erect buds in greeting. 

You moaned a little when he brought his plush lips to one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around it. You found your hands on his hair and you were surprised when he let you stay there. He usually pinned your arms down but you weren't going to complain if he just let you hold on to him. A whine left your lips when he bit into the soft flesh using his tongue to soothe the abused bud. You huffed as he switched to the other side, never one to leave all his attention on only one of his favorite things for too long. You felt the heat start to simmer in your belly as little shots of pleasure went straight to your core. You needed him. Bad. “Oh... Sir please.” 

“Nuh-uh,” Eddie said popping his mouth off your breast before he crawled up over you a bit to be face-to-face with you. “No, Sir today. Today, I'm just Eddie. I like hearing you call my name.” 

“Eddie,” You sighed as you ran your hands through his hair bringing him closer to you so you could kiss him. “Eddie. Fuck me. Please? I need you. Please.”

“Shit baby,” He laughed as he kissed the tip of your nose. “When you beg so pretty like that how can I not?”

You smiled up at him as he leaned back straddling your waist for a moment before he moved off you to remove his boxers and toss them on the floor. You laid back on your bed getting comfortable as he pulled open the drawer of your nightstand where he has stashed away some condoms. Looking over at him you licked your lips as you watched him pump his fist up and down his length a few times before you held your arms open for him. “Come here, big boy.”

He smiled at you as he climbed onto the bed again laying next to you, placing the condom on your stomach as a way to tease you, a promise that it will be used, before pulling you close with the arm that slipped under your shoulders, letting his free hand caress and grip your tits, going back to abusing your nipples before moved his hand up and he ran his thumb across your bottom lip. “Open up for me, Princess.”

You obeyed, your lips parting as your bottom jaw dropped down so Eddie could shove his fingers into your mouth, your tongue getting to work, twirling and licking at the digits for a few moments before he moved them down where you wanted them most. You huffed a little laugh as he swung one of his legs over yours and pulled it towards him so he could easily get between your thighs.

Widening the space for him you hummed at the first touch of his wet fingers against your folds, he stayed there for a moment just letting his fingers play and collect the slick that was starting to drip from you. He could play you like a fiddle at this point. He was the only one that could get you this wet this fast, whatever magic he used you prayed to whoever was listening that he never stopped using it.

“Gotta get you ready,” He mumbled into your skin as he kissed your forehead. “Don’t want to hurt you now do I pretty girl?”

You shook your head as your hands reached up to pull his face down to your lips so you could kiss him as he pushed his now-soaked fingers into you, pushing and pulling in and out until he felt you relax into his touch. His lips caught your moans as he kissed you, his tongue invading the space between your lips to dance with your own. 

Eddie took his time, working you open and winding you up until he was satisfied and he pulled away, carefully laying you back against your rumpled bedding as he kissed his way down your body to settle between your legs. Grasping his cock in one hand he tore open the condom package with his teeth and rolled the latex down his shaft, rubbing the tip of it against your wet pussy, coating the rubber with your slick before he settled it at your entrance and gently pushed in. 

Your back arched as he settled inside of you letting you get accustomed to how full he was made you feel. God, he always felt so fucking good. His hands grabbed your hips as he started to move his hips thrusting slowly as he watched your face, the look of complete ecstasy on your features was enough to make him cum right then. But he wanted to draw this out a bit. 

It was the slowest, softest, sex you’ve ever had with him and you loved it. You loved the tie me up, tie me down, tease me, and make it rough sex but this was like a breath of fresh air for you both as you just enjoyed the feeling of other, but you needed more. You rolled your hips and clenched down on him making him grunt as his hips stuttered a little. “Careful baby, keep doing that and this’ll end sooner than we want.”

“I want you to cum.” You moaned as his tip hit that spot that made you melt. “Wanna feel it. Eddie, baby, please. Faster. Want you to cum for me..”

“Jesus fuck,” He muttered as he leaned over you capturing your lips with his. One arm braced against the bad as he leaned over you while the other drifted down to play with your clit. Circling that little bud just the way you liked, the way that made your hips buck up against him causing him to go just a little deeper. 

“Eddie!” You whined, a little too loudly, as he played with you. You were being pushed closer and closer to that edge but he was dragging it out driving you crazy.

“Shhh,” Eddie said with a chuckle. “Not so loud baby, your windows are open. Do you want all your customers to hear what a good girl you're being for me?”

You shook your head, no you didn't want them to hear you. You wouldn't be able to look them in the eye if they did.

“Then you have to be quiet,” Eddie smirked, dropping kisses and little nips to your neck. “Only I get to hear you fall apart. You're my good girl, yeah?”

You nodded a small uh huh falling from your lips.

“I want you to-oh shit- say it.” He said as he sped up, the tip of him continuously hitting that perfect spot in you, driving you higher and higher as he went faster and faster. “Say-say you’re my good girl.”

“I-I’m your good girl,” You gasped out, your back arching off the bed as the coil inside you twisted so tightly it was about to break. Just saying those words almost made you lose it. You were so fucking close. “Gonna cum. Shit. F-fuck. Eddie. Eddie!”

“Go on baby, cum for me. Cum all over me.” Eddie moaned, burying his face into the spot between your shoulder and neck and biting down on it to cover his own groans of pleasure when you both fell together. The feeling of his dick twitching inside you filling the condom up with his warmth made you slap your hand over your mouth to cover your loud moaning as you convulsed under him, your hips rolling as he continued to thrust brokenly, both of you riding out your highs. "Oh fuck. That's it. That's my girl. Such a good fucking girl for me baby."

Your hand slipped from your lips and you buried it in his hair as his forehead fell to your sternum. His name whispered into the air like a prayer. His weight on you felt amazing and all you wanted to do was stay like this forever. Both of you groaned as Eddie pulled out of you so he could get comfortable laying down between your legs. For a few minutes, it was quiet between you two, just the sounds of the outside and your heavy breathing, but Eddie’s muffled voice broke through the silence and made you look down at him. “What?”

He looked up at you then, nervousness clear in his eyes, you didn’t like that. Eddie wasn’t nervous, he was cocky and charming, but not nervous. Taking your hand in his he kissed the back of it and pulled it to his chest. “Be my girlfriend?”

A bright smile spread across your features as you grabbed his face pulling him up to kiss him. Pushing your forehead against his you nod as a laugh left you. “Yes, absolutely yes!” 

The smile on Eddie’s face was enough to make your heart beat faster in your chest. “My girl.”

“My boy.” You whisper as you rub your nose against his. “We should get up baby. I have cinnamon rolls to make you.”

“Oh fuck yeah!” Eddie whooped as he sat up on his knees pulling you with him. “I got myself a girl that can cook! Shit, I’m gonna have to start running or something and I hate running.”

Laughing, you push him away from you a little as you got situated on the edge of the bed, you bite your lip as you watch him walk to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and grab a washcloth for you. Your head was cocked to the side as you not so subtly stared at his still naked form. Your hot-ass rockstar dom boyfriend. 

“Whatcha staring at babe?” Eddie smirked as he walked back to you washcloth in hand. Pushing your torso back onto the bed he chuckled as he opened your legs to clean you up.

“Just my super sexy boyfriend.” 

“Super sexy?”

“The sexiest.” You smile, letting him wipe you down before he helps you back up and you move toward your dresser to grab some clean underwear and clothes. Eddie was by your side in an instant after tossing the washcloth in the bathroom and opening the drawer you had cleared out for him a month ago so he could grab some of his own clean clothes. He was at your place enough you felt it right for him to have his own space.

Once dressed you kiss his shoulder as you walked by and head into the kitchen to finish up those cinnamon rolls. Preheating the oven and grabbing two mugs from your cabinet and pouring the coffee for you and Eddie. Setting his on the counter for him as he came out and smiled at you while you fix up yours the way you like. Taking a sip of the brew you made a noise as the oven beeped telling you it was ready. Placing your mug down you grabbed the tray of cinnamon rolls and opened the oven shoving the treat into the hot cavern and closed the door. Setting a timer you grab your mug again and lean on the island counter to enjoy that buzz of the coffee and the afterglow of a good orgasm. 

Soon the scent of cinnamon was filling your apartment as you placed your mug down to start on the cream cheese frosting. Whipping that up quickly you laughed as Eddie walked up behind you, leaning around to grab a finger full of the topping, and chuckled when you go to slap his hand away but miss and the icing-covered finger popped into his mouth. A shocked laugh left you. “Eddie!”

He smirked and kissed your cheek making an obnoxious sloppy kiss noise that made you laugh more. Chuckling, he backed away to let you work but his eyes never left you. You. His girlfriend, his sub, god he loved you. He had no problem admitting it to himself but god help him if he had to say it out loud, it was too soon. But he’s known for months how he felt. Smiling to himself he took a sip of his coffee and looked at the timer as it beeped. “I got it.”

“Thank you,” You smiled as you finished up the icing and smiled at him. Soon the rolls were covered in sticky icing and both of you had a plate of the warm gooey treat. Taking a seat at your dining table you got comfortable with your legs up on Eddie’s thigh as he rubbed your calf. You licked your fingers clean as you chewed on a piece, a hum of contentedness leaving you. “Damn, I’m good.”

“Oh, so humble.” He smiled as he ate his own piece. 

You stick your tongue at him as your landline started to ring. Wiping your hands on a napkin you carefully moved your legs off Eddie and stood up making your way over to the phone. Picking it up you placed it to your ear. “Hello?”

Eddie turned in his seat so he could watch you but his heart started to thud in his chest when the happy expression on your face fell and he stood up walking over to you in concern. 

“What? Is she okay?” You muttered into the phone, tears starting to collect in your eyes. “I'll leave right no- oh… okay. Well, um. Thank you for letting me know Evelyn. I’ll be by the hospital to see her later today... Bye.”

Taking a deep breath you hung up the phone and stared at the wall for a moment. You thought she was doing better… 

“Baby?” Eddie asked his hand landing gently on your back. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“Nana’s been sick.” You sniffled looking around, feeling a little lost. “She seemed to be doing okay recently but she was rushed to the hospital last night. But they aren't allowing visitors yet. So I can't see her.”

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry.” He said pulling you to his chest. There goes the peaceful morning you were having. 

You had left a few hours after that phone call the need to see your grandmother was driving you crazy. That was a few days ago and he hadn't seen much of you but Eddie understood. Your grandmother was important to you, he wasn't about to get mad about the lack of attention. Steve even took a few days off. You and Steve needed to be there for her. He just hoped for your sake she was gonna stick around for a little longer.

Eddie stood leaning back against the bar counter cleaning a glass, barely listening to Gareth as he told him about an idea he had for the next campaign when the phone rang bringing him out of his thoughts. Sighing he put the cup down and flipped the rag in his hand over his shoulder, holding up at hand to get Gareth to quiet down, before he grabbed the phone. "Hellfire."

“May I speak to Mr. Munson please?” An older tired female voice cracked over the line. He could hear beeping and other noises in the background. 

Narrowing his eyes Eddie braced his empty hand on the counter. “Speaking.”

“Mr. Munson my name is Margaret Y/L/N. I'm Y/N and Steve’s grandmother.” She coughed then making Eddie stand up straight a tingle going down his spine. Why would your grandmother be calling him?

“Are you alright?” He asked concerned, that cough didn’t sound good.  

“Fine, thank you.” She sighed as she cleared her throat. “I was wondering Mr. Munson, when you get a moment if you could come and meet with me? I have a favor to ask you.”

“What kind of favor?” Eddie asked as he checked his pocket for his keys and wallet. He would go right now if that’s what she wanted. 

“It’s for Y/N.” She said quietly like it was a secret. 

“Is now a good time? I don’t have anything I need to do.”

“That’s perfect actually.” She agreed. “I’m at IU Health University Hospital. Room four, eight, four, nine on the West side.” 

“I’ll leave right now. See you soon.” Eddie said as they made quick goodbyes. Looking up at Gareth, he pulled the rag from his shoulder, dropped it on the counter, and moved around the bar quickly, heading towards the front door. “I’m going out.” 

“Everything okay?” Gareth asked as he looked up from the paper he was working on. 

“Yeah. Just something I gotta do. Don't destroy the place while I’m gone, ya?” 

“No promises,” Gareth yelled back as the front door closed.

“What was that about?” Jeff asked as he peeked his head out of the kitchen.

“No idea.” Gareth shrugged.

Eddie stood in the elevator nervously watching as the number ticked higher until he was at the floor he needed. Fuck he hated hospitals, the overly clean smell assaulted his senses as he walked from the elevator out onto the floor. Looking at the plaques on the wall he was able to find Room 4849 fairly easily. Peeking his head inside he knocked on the door of the room announcing his presence. "Mrs. Y/L/N?"

“You must be Eddie.” Your grandmother said as she looked him over. Assessing him. He scuffed his boot against the linoleum floor feeling like a child in trouble. 

“That would be me.” He nodded, shoving his hand into the pockets of his jeans to keep from fiddling with the rings he had on his fingers. He walked farther into the room and stopped a few feet away from her bed. She was smaller than he imagined, frail, definitely sick. Wires and tubes were attached to her chest and arms tracking her vitals as the nasal cannula supplied her air. But she was still the same woman in all your photos. The person you loved the most. “It's nice to finally meet you. Y/N talks about you a lot. I see where she gets her good looks from.” 

“I can see why she likes you.” Nana smiled as she pointed to the chair next to her bed. “You're quite the charmer. She talks about you too you know. I know all about the great Eddie Munson the rockstar.” 

He chuckled as he took the seat, getting as comfortable as he could in this uncomfortable situation he found himself in. “I'm not that great.”

“I see fame hasn't gone to your head. That's a plus.” She laughed a bit, turning her head to cough. Clearing her throat she looked over at him. “Now I'm sure you're wondering why I asked you here.”

“That did cross my mind.” He nodded with a smile as his leg started to bounce. 

She sat in silence for a moment before she took a breath and looked over at him with sad tired eyes. “I'm dying, Mr. Munson. There's no reason to hide it. I'm scared that after I’m gone my son will use it as a way to get Y/N to do what he wants. And he'll start by taking away one of the things she loves the most.”

“The bakery…” He knew it instantly. You loved that place. It was your heart and soul. You worked so hard to keep it running like a well-oiled machine. It made his blood boil just thinking about it being taken away from you. 

“The bakery.” Nana nodded, coughing a little as she took a deep breath. “Now Y/N owns the company but I own the building that Sugar Cloud is in… My grandchildren tell me you own a bar. So you know something about property management.” 

“I do,” He nodded. 

“Mr. Mun-Eddie. Is it alright if I call you Eddie?” When he nodded with a quiet ‘please do’, she continued. “I would like to sell you the building the bakery is in. My only request is that you allow Y/N to continue to work and live there.” 

Blinking, Eddie sat up straight, confusion settled on his features. Sell him the building? “Why me? Why not just let Y/N have it?” 

“One thing you need to learn right now if you are going to be in Y/N’s life is the fact that my son is a selfish bastard. If something doesn't benefit him he wants nothing to do with it. He hates the bakery and always has. It's something Y/N has that he can't control and if given the opportunity he will sell it out from under her and she will lose everything. But if someone outside of the family owns the building he can't touch it.” 

“Should we tell Y/N?”

“That would be up to you. She’ll just offer to buy it from you.”

Eddie nodded his head slowly, the gears turning. It was a no-brainer he would do anything for you and if that meant spending a shit ton of cash to let you keep your home and business then so be it. “I'll do it, I'll buy the building. I’ll tell her at some point. I don’t want her to stress about it right now.” 

She sighed in relief, a small happy smile on her face that quickly turned into one of worry as she looked down at her hands in her lap. “Thank you, Eddie. I worry about what will happen to them, my grandchildren, when I'm gone. Chippy, I'm sorry Steve, can handle himself but he needs support and an understanding ear. Y/N, I'm afraid, will be railroaded by my son. Do not let her be pushed around.”

“I won't.” He shook his head. “I promise. I'll take care of both of them.” 

“I know you will. You are a good friend Eddie. I can see why Y/N loves you.” 

“She loves me?” He gave a surprised chuckle. His heart beat a little faster in his chest.

“You tell her I said anything and I'll deny it,” Nana said, pointing at him with a shaky finger. “I know my Birdie. She loves you. Just give her some time.” 

“I will.” He nodded.

The two of them sat and chatted for a little longer. Just getting a feel for the other, it almost felt like Nana was still sizing him up to see if he was good enough for you. He won her over in the end, even getting her to laugh a few times. Eddie liked your grandmother; she was quick-witted and funny. He was sad that he probably wouldn't see her again after this. He smiled a bit when Nana handed over a piece of paper that had the information for the real estate lawyer that would take care of the transfer of the deed. Eddie put it in his wallet for safekeeping. When he left he took her hand promising once again to take care of you and then he was off.

Giving her a little wave Eddie stepped from the room and headed down the hall, his head in the clouds as he thought about what was going to happen now when he passed an older man and almost knocked into him. “Oh shit, sorry man.” 

“Watch where you’re going!” The man snapped as he fixed his suit jacket. 

Raising an eyebrow at the well-dressed older man, Eddie watched him walk away before he shook his head and went to the elevator. He didn't notice him walk into your grandmother's room. He had almost collided with your father but he brushed the interaction off; he had a guy to call and a building to buy.

Between the bakery and helping your grandmother get comfortable back in her room at your father's home, you didn’t have much time to see Eddie and it made you feel incredibly guilty. You had just started a relationship with him and then you basically vanished off the planet. Steve tells you that Eddie understands and he’s sticking around, all you had to do was call if you needed him and he would be there in minutes. That made your chest bloom with warmth, you loved that man. 

Over the next few days, Nana’s health started to decline even more. The real estate lawyer had called and informed her that Eddie had gone through with his promise and bought the building; knowing that you would be protected in at least one aspect of your life, she was ready. Your grandmother passed away in her sleep two weeks after her talk with Eddie. She went in the comfort of her own room with you and Steve by her side. 

You weren't handling it well. Over the next week, you had thrown yourself into your work, or cleaning your home, or your office, or Eddie’s home, hell you have even washed your car at least three times, anything to keep your mind off the fact that she wasn’t just a phone call or a drive away anymore. And sleep well, that didn’t come easy.

It was the night before the funeral when Eddie rolled over in your bed, his arm reaching out to pull you closer so he could cuddle you. He knew you needed more love now than ever and he was more than willing to give it to you, but when his hand landed on cool sheets he sat up on his elbow looking at the empty space next to him. You had been up for a while it seems. Wiping the sleep from his eyes he looked around the room, you weren't in bed and you weren’t in the bathroom. So where were you? That’s when he noticed light coming from under the closed bedroom door and pushed the blankets off his legs so he could go to you. The closer he got to the door the more he could hear what was happening on the other side. You were crying. 

Frowning, Eddie opened the door slowly so as to not startle you and moved into the dining room so he could comfort you. A cup of water was in your hand as you sat at the dining room table the only light coming from the kitchen, giving him some way to see you. “Oh, baby. How long have you been up?”

Sniffling you shrugged, “I don't know. I’m so tired but I can’t sleep.”

You looked up at him with watery red eyes as he placed a hand gently on your back rubbing it softly as more tears ran a familiar path down your cheeks. Your face crumbled when he moved a lock of hair from your face. In a stuttering whisper, you muttered, “I m-miss her so m-much.” 

“I know, sweetheart,” He shushed you as he wrapped you up in his arms letting you cry into his stomach as you clutched onto his sides. “I know. I'm so sorry.”

He let you cry a little longer just holding you as you sobbed, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head every once in a while. After a while he reached his hand out and grabbed the cup of water leaning back a bit so he could see you better he offered you the cup. “Drink some of this baby.”

With a stuttering breath, you leaned back wiping your face with your hands before you carefully took the glass and brought it to your lips, taking slow steady sips. His hand went to the back of your head his nimble fingers massaging your scalp a little to soothe you. Once you were done he took the glass from you, placed it on the table, and helped you up. “I know it’s hard but you have to try and sleep baby. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.” 

“I know,” You nodded and let him guide you back into bed before he left again to turn out the kitchen light and he was back quickly. He slid in next to you, pulled the covers up to your chin, and wrapped his arms around you again getting you comfortable enough to hopefully sleep. Quietly he started to hum, it was a song you recognized and just the sound of his voice was enough to lull you to sleep as he started to sing under his breath. 

“You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off of you…”

The morning came too soon and it brought the annoying sound of your alarm blaring into existence. Groaning you rolled over practically throwing your clock against the wall to shut it up. You felt Eddie’s arms tighten around you as he kissed the back of your neck. Sighing, you looked over your shoulder at him. “We have to get up. Need to grab Steve and Robin on the way to the church.”

Eddie nodded and let you go so you could get ready. He watched as you got off the bed looking more tired than you did last night as you staggered to the bathroom. Wiping his hand down his face he looked over to the window that faced out onto the street and sighed before he got up. He knew there wasn’t much he could do but be here for you but he wished he could take your heartbreak away. Moving to the closet he pull out the nice suit and tie that he had brought with him for the funeral. When you asked him to come he didn’t hesitate to say yes. He knew you would need him today, Steve was bringing Robin for support so it was only fair that you bring him. Plus he promised Nana that he would take care of both you and Steve. Placing the suit on your bed he moved back to the closet and pulled out the black dress you were planning on wearing and placed it on the bed next to his suit. 

He looked up at you as you walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later looking a little more put together with your hair and makeup done in a subtle but pretty way. Walking up to you he cupped your cheek and gave a peck to your nose before he traded spaces with you leaving you to get dressed as he went to the bathroom to get ready. Once he was freshly shaved and his hair pulled into a bun at the back of his head he wandered back into the bedroom to see you sitting on the bed in your pretty black dress, putting your black heels on. The same heels you wore to the bar on New Year's. Eddie dressed quickly, letting you straighten his tie once it was around his neck so it gave you something to do rather than just sit there idly. Grabbing his keys and wallet off your dresser he turned to you. “I’ll drive okay?”

You nodded and took his hand letting him lead you to the front door and down to the empty kitchen. You had closed the shop today, not in the mood to deal with the hustle and bustle of the normally busy bakery. He held the back door open letting you out first and closed it behind him locking it with the spare key you had given him. Leading you to his car he opened the door for you, helping you in, and putting your seatbelt on for you like he always did. He was in the driver's seat in a flash and soon you were both on the road to Hellfire to pick up Steve and Robin before you were back on the highway towards Indianapolis to say goodbye to your grandmother.

You went through the motions at the church greeting and thanking all the people that came to say goodbye to your grandmother. You wanted to cry, but at this point, you weren't sure you had enough water in your system to produce them so you stood there stoically between your father and Steve when all you wanted to do was sit with Eddie and let him hold you. You felt your father seething silently next to you, he wasn’t happy with you. The look on his face, when you introduced Eddie, was one of anger and recognition. They had seen each other before. But you didn’t know where. You tried not to let it bother you but the curiosity was eating you up inside. You glanced over at Eddie to see him give you a small wave. You gave a sad little smile back.

Eddie was watching you from the pew he sat in with Robin, she was fiddling with her hands, she hated funerals but she was here to support Steve and you. His eyes moved over the line of your family greeting everyone as they entered. He recognized your father as the guy he almost ran into that day at the hospital when he met with your grandmother and he knew by the look on your father's face that he was pissed. Eddie being there threw some kind of wrench in his little game with the Malloys and that didn’t sit well. His eyes moved around the church until they stopped on Peter Malloy. The man was shocked when you introduced Eddie as your boyfriend and the handshake he received was one that showed his frustrations. He expected to see Peter staring at you but instead, he was glaring at Eddie. Eddie narrowed his eyes at Peter almost daring him to start something. But he wouldn’t. He knew that. This wasn’t the time and place for a fight, he wouldn’t embarrass the families like that. 

Soon it was time for the funeral to start, both you and Steve joined him and Robin in the pew, you tucking yourself under Eddie’s arm. Your father looked over at you with narrowed eyes before he turned around and the priest started to speak. You felt Eddie squeeze your shoulder in reassurance, with him here your father wouldn’t say shit to you, he would make sure of it.

The funeral was progressing as planned, the priest spoke, saying kind words and prayers, family, friends, and people you didn’t know all got up one by one to talk about what a lovely person your grandma was. With every person, your eyes narrowed until you just closed them and leaned into Eddie more, you were positive Nana didn’t even like half the people here. If any more of these fake ass people told you ‘I'm sorry for your loss’ one more time you were going to lose it. Throughout the entire funeral, you didn’t look at the casket. You couldn't. It would make it real. 

The church part of the funeral ended and you watched as Steve and a few of the other men in your family, your father included, carried the coffin out into the waiting hearse before you were all ushered into your cars to follow it to the cemetery. Your stepmother waved you towards the limo they had rented but you shook your head and walked back to Eddie’s car, you weren't going to step foot in that car, your father was already mad at you, and you didn’t want to give him the space to yell at you. Not today. With the four of you now back in Eddie’s car, Steve refused the limo as well, you followed the hearse to the cemetery. The rest of the day goes on without a hitch and you had to admit you always thought the spot your grandparents chose to be buried was beautiful. There was a nice big tree that covered them in shade, and a pretty stone bench right under it, plus the view was beautiful, you could see right into the heart of the city. At night all those lights would look magical. 

You had barely paid attention to anyone that wasn’t Eddie, Steve, or Robin all day, and when you finally looked up your eyes quickly caught on Peters. Why the Malloys were here you didn’t know. Your grandmother wasn’t a fan of them. She didn’t like this game your father was playing and she made it known. But Peter was glaring at Eddie. How long had he been doing that? Did he think you bringing Eddie was some sort of slight against him? A way to show that you were indeed not interested in him? If so good. Maybe he’ll get it and continue to leave you alone. You looked up at Eddie as he passed you a rose to put on Nana’s coffin and as the line of mourners went by you waited until you were one of the last people to put your flower with the others. Your hand found Eddie’s as he walked with you and together you placed your roses. “Goodbye Nana.”

There was to be a reception with food and drinks at your father's house after the funeral, but all you wanted was to just go back to Hellfire and have a drink; forget today ever happened but you also knew your father would have a fit. So Eddie convinced you to go just to save yourself the ear full you would get over the phone. As you pulled up into the large driveway you looked over at Eddie as he whistled. “Damn, this is your house?”

“My dads but yeah,” You nodded as you got out of the car. “This is where I grew up.”

“It’s so fancy,” Robin said as she looked around giving Steve a little smile. “Why isn’t your parent's house this fancy?”

“Have you seen Hawkins? This would look like a castle out there.”

Taking Eddie’s hand again you pointed to the left side of the house towards the backyard as the four of you walked up the front steps. “My old room is on that side of the house. You can see the entire backyard from it.”

“I would love to see it,” Eddie smirked as he pulled you close. “Wanna see all the New Kids on the Block posters you have on those walls.”

“Oh, those are long gone.” You chuckled a little, your first laugh in days. “Replaced them with a better band.”

“Oh?” Eddie smiled, he had missed your laugh. “Got posters of a cool new band up there?”

“Mhm!” You nodded. “My favorite band… The Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Dave Navarro is so hot. I was so sad when he left.”

Eddie practically fell over his hand on his heart. “Please say sike…”

Sticking your tongue out at him you opened the door and ushered them in. “You know I love Corroded Coffin. So hush.”

“You are just asking for a spanking baby,” Eddie muttered in your ear as he walked by you. You hadn’t been in the best headspace to play and whenever you tried to initiate it, Eddie had gently pushed you into just cuddling. You were upset at the time but after a long talk with Eddie about it, you understood and appreciated it. He was always looking out for you. 

“Maybe,” You shrugged. “Keep that in your back pocket for a little while.”

“Oh, I will.” He nodded with a smile at you. “I got a tally going.”

“Fuck.” You mutter as you walk into the house. You needed a drink. 

You were successful in avoiding your father and the Malloys for most of the reception but that came to an end when your dad found you speaking with an old friend of Nana’s. Eddie had wandered off to find a bathroom leaving to speak with the lady. “Mrs. Anderson, thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for inviting me.” The older woman said as she gave him a little smile. “Your mom was such a lovely person.”

“She really was.” He nodded with a sad smile. “Would you mind if I stole my daughter for a moment?”

“Of course not.” She shook her head and gave your arm a pat. “I’m sorry for your loss dear.”

“Thank you.” You said and she waddled away, your dad's hand came up and gripped your elbow tightly. Keeping your arm close to him so no one would see he ushered you quickly into the library, closing the door behind you sighed as you pulled your arm away from him. “What?”

“Is this some kind of joke?”

“Excuse me?” You asked looking at him with confusion. 

“Bringing that man with you?” Your father's face was completely red at this point. You knew he was pissed but to yell at you at the reception with all these people around who could hear? He was being bold. “Did you do this to just rub it in Peter's face?”

“On today of all days, you’re worried about Peter?” You snapped, “I’m sorry if my boyfriend, who is here to support me, has thrown your plans out the window. What? Did you expect me to just fall all over Peter in grief?”

“I expected you to behave better.” He snarled. “You’ve barely spoken to the Malloys and I have been fielding questions all day about the two-bit rockstar my daughter brought with her. I know who he is! I saw him on those posters you had in your room!”

“He’s not a two-bit rockstar!” You hissed. “He’s an award-winning musician and a great fucking person, who by the way has shown me more love and care about Nana dying than you have!” 

“Is that it? Is this some way to get back at me? You think I don’t care about how you’re feeling so you whore yourself out to the first man that looks your way?”

“Hey!” 

Your head snapped to the left to see that the library door had been opened and Eddie stood there looking pissed with Steve and Robin behind him. You breathed a sigh of relief and practically ran to him when he held his hand out to you. “Babe... it’s okay...”

“No, it’s not okay,” He muttered, shaking his head, making sure you understood that fact before he turned to your father, pushing you behind him.

"Excuse me but this is a private conversation between my daughter and myself."

"I don’t give a fuck about your conversation. You could be the goddamn Queen of England for all I care and I'll still interrupt you cause you don't talk to people like that. And you sure as shit don’t get to talk to her like that.”

“Eddie, baby, let’s just go… please?” You ask putting your hand on his shoulder. You just wanted to get out of there.

“Yeah, okay.” He nodded with a glare to your father before he turned around and pulled you close making sure you were okay as the four of you walked to the front door and out of the house towards home. 

“Oscar,” Your father said as he glared at the spot you were all just standing at. 

“Yes, Sir?” Oscar asked as he came around the door frame, he was never too far from your father in case something was needed. 

“I need you to do some digging.” He muttered as he looked over at him. “Find me anything and everything you can on Eddie Munson. He’s in the way and I need him gone.”

“Yes, Sir,” Oscar said with a nod as he pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. He had work to do.

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Hazbin Episode 1 Liveblog

In order to avoid this post getting Way Too Long, I'm going to make one post for episode one, and one for episode two!

I will say, I'm kinda sad we don't have a 'proper' theme song/intro, just the little jingle :( I do get it, but ah well.

Oh my god the commercial is even better in full.

How the fuck did he get Charlie to keep the name if it was still him???

Al's so fucking offended they're making him use a camera he made it one giant middle finger. I love it.

The voices are definitely going to take a bit of adjustment. It's probably because I've rewatched the pilot a zillion times, though.

I like how Alastor didn't even look at Angel. "Never going to happen!"

Awww, Charlie's ringtone for her dad is cute.

I DO really love Keith David as Husk right away, he suits the role perfectly.

"I like being forced!" and I love you, you weird little gremlin. Hoping for some good CNC stuff with her now, tbh. She'd be fun for it.

The flat delivery of 'crack is expensive' made me wheeze out loud.

Aaaa and here we go, full animation for Happy Day!

Why... why is the 'shoving barbed wire in your hole' guy an imp. Is that, like, his job or something. Is he just an asshole?

Ooooo, that was VAGGIE singing the 'bloodthirsty and deranged?' line? More fodder for her being a fallen angel/exterminator.

'Helluva post' for the mail. Ha.

This just made me fully realize how much the cannibal colony probably considers the post-extermination like a feast day.

Awww, the music note background is a fun touch.

Something about the fact that the 'touch my parts!' guy is a completely shapeless slug-creature instead of just keeping the dick offscreen makes it funnier.

Oh, I love Adam. The fun kind of punchable prick.

The animation seems a bit... overacted? I've noticed it all along but with Vaggie in the scene where she talks about making a new commercial especially. It sort of felt like they wanted to match the pilot's very snappy energy but weren't quite sure how, so everybody makes kind of... aimless motioning instead of moving with purpose, if it makes sense? It feels more like 'moving body parts for the sake of moving things' over 'moving with intent'. It's sort of awkward and distracting. The shifting proportions don't really help, but I just know people are going to be Fucking Annoying about that when it's unfortunately part of the package of making a whole season at once by a regular animation studio.

Oh yeah, Blake's perfect for Angel, lmao. It was more of a change than I expected from the few lines we'd gotten since they sounded more like the original, but he's got the energy.

Charlie didn't know Adam ran the angel army? That seems like the kind of thing she should have known. I wonder if she was relatively sheltered growing up.

'Call me dickmaster' why do I get the feeling the Chaz fans will like him, lmfao.

Since I'm on Adam though, another little groan to myself about the lack of fat characters in the hellaverse that aren't either gross stereotypes or background characters. Adam falls into the misogynist type, (like, the 'redditor', you know the one, just sort of mixed with a sleazy rockstar) Mammon's literally Greed and a talentless abuser, the lady at the pound was gross/uncaring and ugly, and I still think the Nurse was the only one that really broke the pattern and I've seen approximately one piece of fanart or mention of her ever (despite her clearly-developed positive relationship with Barbie!) and it was porn. I'm allowed to bitch on this after people were so fucking annoying about how wanting Bee to be fat was wanting her to be a 'gross ugly blob' and then saying other people were being fatphobic for pointing out everybody's skinny. Somehow. Anyway.

Well, at least they got the vagina joke out of the way early.

I love how his deal isn't for anything that would genuinely screw Vaggie over, he's just pissed they want him to deal with TV.

The fact that the pilot's still 'soft canon' makes sense with how Angel just immediately starts admiring his new clothes without any surprise, since it's happened before. Also, Niffty with the Marilyn pose is cute.

Oh, I'm definitely going to like Lute. I still like my idea she used to be close to Vaggie but when Vaggie was cast down, she stuck tighter to the rules.

Adam's song is fun!

So season 1 takes place over the course of six months? Huh. I'm guessing we'll have some time skips if we only have eight episodes.

I wonder what the Heaven Embassy is for? I can't imagine it's only for meetings like that considering there's couches in the lobby and stuff. Can sinners communicate with loved ones in heaven or vice versa, maybe, just using the holograms?

Oh my god the Katie voice IS basically just Brandon's Bryce voice. Amazing.

Ohoooo? VERY curious who managed to pull off killing an exterminator, and 'can't let them catch on'... hmm.