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[hidtired]

Unfortunate Timing [Part 2]

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Description: You found out your pregnant early into your relationship with Daryl Dixon. To make matters worse? The apocalypse happens a few days later! (not fully canon)

4.2k words

Warnings (Pregnancy, gore, abuse, violence, fluff, walking dead stuff, ect.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 etc.

A single moment can change your life, change the world. Everything only seemed to get worse. The quarry was a group of survivors that had formed. You and the Dixons were outcasts, at least it felt like it. The girls seemed to see you in low regard being pregnant. The men were no better. They saw you as a burden. The feeling of people talking behind your back stressed you out. Being pregnant also didn’t help. You felt tired all the time, also being plagued with morning sickness. Which is a stupid name when it happens all day. Throwing up in a world were food is now limited also leaves you uneasy.

You also see that stress weighing on Daryl. It wasn’t long ago he struggled with the fact of having a kid. Now seemed even more terrifying. He was becoming short tempered, to his credit only snapping at you once but regretted the way he almost made you cry. “No! I won’t take a break I have to keep going out there for food! You’ve been throwing up half the shit I’ve already gotten for you!”

He didn’t mean for it to sound like your wrong for doing so, he knew you couldn’t help it. He saw the glassy film come to the corner of your eyes. His heart tugged. You were in your tent you shared, sat on the sleeping bag with your head shamefully down. “No, no. Come on…” he angled your face back up to met his. He sank to his knees in front of you. “I know you can’t help it. M’ just trying to say you need more. I just want to make sure you’re gettin enough.” You had asked him to stay because he was rarely around. He was out alone looking for food and you couldn’t help but see every time he came back a little more on edge. He was getting into his head to much out there.

He knows you’re having a hard time. With being pregnant at this moment in time how could you not. You had tried to talk to the mothers of the camp for advice on anything, they didn’t bat an eye to you. You had looked for support and were denied it. He saw that you were being treated like a Dixon. Something he was familiar with, and something Merle also understood. Merle became more chill around you. No more sexual comments or sexist remarks. Doesn’t mean he is any less better to be around. He treated you like a sister you thought. He still was an ass. Making mean comments or complaining about something you did. But he had become family.

Andrea was your biggest pain. She seemed like she had something to prove. She hated the traditional female roles that had been pushed onto the girls. You understood her disliking for Merle but she attached that to Daryl and you as well. She didn’t say outright mean things but subtle jabs. Week after week it was chipping at your demeanor.

So here you are now, you think almost 3 months pregnant. Seeing Daryl was the highlight of whenever he appeared. You sat in your tent with him getting ready for his 2 day hunting trip for a deer he knew was near by. He signed feeling your eyes on him, “Yer breakin my heart with that look.” Your smiling face replacing your sulking one, “I’m just missing you already.” You stood up, “You should see something before you go.” He turned to you questioningly. You pulled your shirt up over your stomach and turned to the side, “I know I haven’t seen myself in a mirror for a while but, I think I’m showing?” You looked up from your little bump that you could see spotting the surprised face he was making. He gulped before talking, “Ya sure are…” he walked closer placing a hand to your tummy. You saw his teeth were clenched. He felt the weight of pressure crushing him,

“We are doing are best, that’s all I could ask form you.”

He left for his hunt a little less stressed. You also saw Merle off later into the day with the first group run to the city. “Hey do me a favor and don’t get yourself killed.” Merle turned to you, “And have those freaks naw on m' sweet ass?” You chuckle as you walk away, “Let’s just hope you remember your ass from your elbow!”

The day progress like any other. It had just become the afternoon when the sound of the radio chirped on. It cause some disagreement about making a sign to warn others about the city. You just went back to minding your own business. You helped boil water taking notice of Lori trimming her son’s hair. You spoke up noticing the displeased look on Carl's face, “Going for a mohawk Carl? Or maybe you’re thinking bald.” His nose scrunched up at the thought. You laugh at the reaction, “Bald people run faster.” Carl smiled, “Nuh-uh!” You shook your head and shrugged, “How do you know if you won’t try.” He looked to his mom, “I’d rather have hair than be faster!” He said it to his mom like he tried convincing her to not make him bald. Lori smiled at her son, “Ya me to, but if you keep moving you might be bald at the end of this.” He straightened and stilled, but he still spoke, “I hate haircuts…”

Shane came and sat down looking at you briefly. “One of these days you’ll be missing your mother’s hair cuts.” Carl rolled his eyes, "I'd like to see that day!" It had initially shocked you that Shane wasn’t Carl's dad. You always assumed for how close they were and how often they would walk into the woods together. Then it put a gross feeling into your mouth that his father had only recently died. Shane was his apparent best friend and coworker. But it wasn’t necessarily wrong, you just didn’t like to think about it often.

After finishing with boiling water you handed it to Carol. You felt sweaty and all around unpleasant. You needed a nap. You said to Carol that you were going to lay down if they needed to find you. You woke up to arguing. The group that went out had radioed saying there was a problem. Everyone was scared for their respective family that had gone to the city. You felt a pit form in your stomach. The hormones in your body already swarming causing you to be unable to control them. You picture what happened to your Aunt in front of you. Sometimes it still feels as if the blood was still on your face. The thought of knowing she was one of those things walking around somewhere. Maybe they all were already dead let her. You weren’t exactly thrilled about Merle as a person but, you knew deep down he was another person to help protect your baby.

You decided there was no use in stressing yourself, so you went and distracting yourself with chores. Laundry, moving fire wood to our fire pit, took a walk near the perimeter, which now leaves you here at the waters edge. You used the cool water to help with the swelling in your feet and ankles. Week after week you had the sense that being pregnant is going to really suck farther down the road. You fiddle with your knife while swaying your feet in the water. Lost in your own world when an echo starts to ring out throughout the quarry.

The car alarm got louder so you slipped your shoes on and walked back up to the camp. You saw a red car and Glenn standing outside of it. Shane opening the hood and pulling something to stop its beeping. People were yelling at him for answers when a van appeared, ‘so everyone made it back.’ It was a relief to stop the constant thought of the worse. You couldn’t help but notice Merle nowhere to be seen. But that thought was pushed aside when you heard Carl scream,

“DAD!”

You watched with a smile at the reunion of the Grimes family. Also taking notice of Shane making a weird face. He probably was feeling sick to his stomach and you thought it kinda deserved. He did persuade his grieving wife. The thought was interrupted by T-dog coming toward you with a concerned face. You clicked something was wrong, then started to look around. Merle was still no where. The sinking feeling of realization hit you. T-dog watch as understanding washed over you. A hand over your mouth, “W-where is Merle?” A few others turning at the mention, Lori’s husband taking the most notice. T-dog spoke first, “He was putting all of us in danger. He was cracked out of his mind.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, ‘I told him to behave.’ You inhale trying to calm yourself, “He dead?” T-dog shock his head. You nodded looking at all the pears of eyes on you. Your eyes were shiny but nothing fell. You huffed and walked back to your tent. While you were upset about Merle being gone it wasn’t about that. It proved how fucked this new world was becoming. A world your child would have to be in. Suddenly being pregnant with them seemed like the safest place for them. Your thoughts of how it would suck later in pregnancy and 'couldn’t wait for it to be over' stopped. Your child is the safest it will ever be in its life. That terrifying thought scared you.

It wasn’t until later when the sun began to set that you had calmed. It was cold and you wanted to sit by a fire. People were surprised when you appeared and sat with them. You had over heard parts about what happened to Rick. But at the sight of you got them talking about Merle. It was Dale who brought it up, “Who is going to tell Daryl Dixon about his brother?” Rick glanced to you then back to Dale, “I will. I’m the one who handcuffed him.” Then T-dog shook his head, “Nah I dropped the key, makes this one mine.” Based on that information you started to piece what happened on the run. That thought stalled to a stop when Glenn stated, “Not to make it about race but maybe a white guy should tell him?” Is that what they thought about Daryl? They just assuming he is like his brother? You huff in anger, “Really Glenn? He is not racist. He’s only the person that, you know, been feeding all of you.” Glenn turned sheepish at your harsh tone. You stood, “But you know, leave his brother for dead seems like a good trade for how much he has been doing for all of you people!”

You visible deflate mood switching on a dime. You move a hand to your small bump, “Sorry I know you probably had a good reason, Merle is a hard ass.” You sunk back down enjoying the fire too much to go to bed. Rick’s voice spoke calmly, “Your pregnant.” He stated it more as a realization. You look to his shocked face, clearly thinking of how unlucky a timing it was to be. You chuckled speaking sarcastically, “Keep up with those observations and you’re sure to make detective.” His eyebrows drawn in by thought, “Merle was the father?” Disgust washing over your face, “Ew. God I take it back.” Everyone was surprised at your blatant dislike for Merle. They knew Daryl was the dad. You start to clarify, “Daryl is the dad.” You took notice of there original reaction, “Look I don’t like Merle anymore then you probably do. Half the time I don’t think Daryl does either! But he is still at the end of the day my family now.”

Peoples lack of trying to talk to you has put there own version of you in there head. They thought you were quiet and jumpy. Questioning if they did talk to you they would do more harm then good like with Carol. Now the few talks they’ve had or heard from you made sense. You were out spoken and just tired from being pregnant. You stood up again feeling awkward. “I’m going to bed, figure out what to say to Daryl. Maybe watch out for a punch or two.” So you walked off to bed. You were happy you could see Daryl in the morning, but the thought of him learning of his brother broke your heart. You tossed and turned most of the night with the thought.

The light shining through your tent lead you awake. Still trying to cling to as much sleep while feeling drowsy. Then you heard Carl and Sophia screams. You sat up and tried to get to your feet causing a wave of dizziness. The shuffling of stomping feet telling you people were running over there. You slip on shoes taking a moment to become alright with gravity again. Amy and Andrea walking away when you walked over a voice caught your attention, “Its gotta be the brain, don’t youall know nothing?” You smiled glad Daryl is back. When you turn the corner however you weren’t expecting a walker and deer to be sprawled out dead on the floor. You made eye contact with Daryl when the smell of the walker pulled a gag from you. The smile being wiped from your face as a hand comes to your mouth. You immediately turned back around and walked away.

Daryl was well aware of how sensitive your senses have become. You can’t handle anything raw at the moment. He noticed a week into the quarry how you would look at something raw, something that never bother you before, and it would make you queasy. Speaking of raw he should probably get the squirrels ready. He sighed watching you walk away with a love sick hopelessness washed on his face. Something that people have never taken notice of before. So he called for his brother to help, so he could get to you sooner. That's when all hell broke loose.

You heard the calls for Merle hearing Daryl walk back. Then you saw all the guys surround him. Then you watched him place back and forth. You knew that was a coping thing he did so you decided to stand closer. By the time you had walked over he threw the squirrels he’d caught at Rick. You didn’t even have a moment to yell his name when the former policemen jumped him and pinned him. Shane putting him in a headlock and Rick getting in his face. You yelled in displeasure,

“Get the hell off him!”

It was the loudest anyone has heard you, also the angriest. Shane had glanced to you before releasing his hold on him. Daryl sprung back up frustration clear on his face. When he turned to make sure you were behind him you caught a glimpse of his eyes becoming glassy. T-dog chimed in from the earlier conversation you didn’t hear, “It’s not his fault, I dropped the key.” Daryl’s voice strained, “You couldn’t pick it up?!” T-dog looked down guilty, "Well, I dropped it into a drain. But before I left I chained the door shut." Daryl shock his head and started to back up, "That supposed to make me feel better! Hell with all of y'all, just tell me where he is so I can go an get him." You hated to see him upset. You weren't expecting Lori to pipe p and volunteering her husband to take Daryl there. Rick said he was planning to go back anyways saying it was wrong for anything to suffer like that. Shane being the typical hard ass and self employed leader strongly disagreed. With a few others joining it was decided, they were going to get Merle back.

You were finally alone with Daryl again. He still seemed riled over everything but also you could see he was getting emotional. He was turned around facing away from you. You slowly wrapped you arms around him, holding him from behind. He slowly turned into you resting his chin on your head and arms going over your shoulders. You felt him release air, sinking into you. He try's to hide it but you see he is exhausted. You saw he felt like he had to prove something to you, or maybe just to himself. He released you with avoided eye contact. He took a moment with you and collected himself but, he was still a man on a mission.

You watch as Daryl throw things into a bag and refusing to met your eye to avoid whatever look that would break his heart. They were about to take off back to the city and into danger, so you stopped Daryl by putting your hands to his chest. He spoke before you could, "Look I have ta go get him, I know you don't want me goin-" You cut him of by grabbing his face, "When you see him again you tell him I warned his dumb ass, and when you get him back here I'm going to chew him out for this!" He looked at you stunned. You use your grip on his face to drag him into a kiss, "And you better comeback here without a scratch!" He smiled at you, eyes soft, he kissed you again.

"Yes Ma'am."

They had left hours ago and you had that uneasy feeling again. You respected Rick more then anyone else at the camp and he just got here. He was a decent guy but feel bad watching Carl's worried expression. Lori even flipped that he was going right after she herself said he was. Mood swings on that girl, and your the one whos supposed to be pregnant. Jim was off digging which concerned a few. It led to him tided to a tree for his own safety. Granted it was the only eventful thing that would probably happen today. Unless a swamp monster dragged itself out of the water you and all the girls were doing laundry in. Although Ed was a close to one. It was a welcome distraction all the same. To have girl talk again was essential to any girl and none can say other wise. Most of the girls seemed like they could now talk to you and it was a relief.

Although Andrea kinda still sucks the life out of fun, "So how did you end up pregnant?" Most girls look over to her wet laundry in hand and displeased looks by the question. You tightly rung a shirt and looked at her in the eye, "Well, I think your a little old for the birds and bees talk." That gained an eye roll from her but chuckles from the others. You smiled before giving her the answer you are sure she was trying to dig for, "I found out a day before the fall." The thought making you think of your Aunt. You continued on anyways, "Daryl and I hadn't been dating that long I'll be honest, so it wasn't exactly planned. Then I thought it was the end of the world." You look around to the thoughtful faces around you and shrugged, "Turns out I was a day off on that though." It was lighthearted from there, mentions of things that they missed from before. Carols unexpected and less then innocent choice sent waves of laughter throughout the lady's. That fun was crushed by the swamp monster known as Ed.

It lead to something you didn't expect. His sexism rubbing everyone the wrong way. Making Andrea questioned what he did instead of sitting on his ass doing nothing. Which while true and agreed with it lead to him to try to take Carol away and most likely go hit her. When Andrea challenge Ed in doing so it left a sinking feeling in you. You were uncomfortable with confrontation, probably do with the way your parents had treated you. Even with the sinking feeling you try and pull Carol behind you. The exaltation of his action were unpredictable, "Think I won't hit some pregnant whore?!" That was the first swing. It almost fully landed grazing your cheek. Carol had used the arm you had on her to tug you back before he swung. The frightened yelps and yells grabbing the attention from those farther. Carol now stood slightly in front of you, your cold damp hand moving to your warmed cheek he clipped. Ed now focused on his wife slapping her and trying to drag her away but the other girl now stepping in and clung to her. You didn't even see Shane before he pulled Ed backwards and began to lay punch after punch into him. Everyone but Carol were stunned into silence. Carols cry's and the grunts coming from the men filled the air. So many Jim wasn't the only thing that was going to happen today.

Everything was tense after that. With the amount things gone wrong and the still missing members that went to the city, moral was low among the group. Later in the evening Amy and Andrea had gone fishing catching dinner. The sun drifted closer to fully set as the fish was cooked with one question still in there minds, 'Where were they?' The smell of the fish left you gagging and need for fresher air. You found you way back to the water to dip you again swollen feet. It wasn't a unusual thing you did, you did it often. Knife in hand and legs swaying in the cool water. The light dissipated making you aware you should get back soon. You had heard laughs by the camp so moral was rising from the stressful day. You used your cold hands to press to your reddened face from almost getting flattened out by Ed. Daryl would will not be happy about that. You had pulled you feet from the water shaking the water off them to put your shoes on. Then the day got even worse. A scream ripped threw the air making you turn to the sound. You see outlines of figures in the dark. You feel fear crash into you.

'Walkers...'

There were even two coming closer to you from the woods to the side of the water. They had almost snuck up on you if you hadn't looked around because of the scream. A tremble was in your hand as you gripped the knife you had. You slowly back away, hearing gunshots off in the air. Daryl had taught you this for this moment. He had grilled this into in fear that maybe he wouldn't be around to protect you. The first walker was a thin women, the other a male missing its arm and limping. You lunged the knife into the women's eye. Your knife breaking by the blade as the women fell over dead. The snapping of the metal was like slow motion, the other walker steps away from you. You step back bare feet getting hurt by the jagged rocks. You had looked down spotting a larger rock and hurriedly pick it up.

You remember the motions Daryl had showed you for self defense but had never practiced them with him. He didn't really like the idea of rough housing with his pregnant girlfriend even if it was for your defense. You reached and tugged the one arm the walker had and tripped the thing in the motion. It was flat on the floor about to get back up and grab at you. However, rock in hand you threw downward blows one after another even after the thing stopped moving. Blood splatting all over you shirt and down your arms. The buzz of adrenalin causing your hands to violently shake when you stopped swinging. The urge to cry was strong but you notice the now slue of gunshots that had increased stop. The silence broken by the yell and worried cry for your name.

"Y/N!!!"

Your body fluttered at the sound of Daryl. Still bare foot you ran up the gravel hill and yelling back to him with a emotional in your voice, "DARYL!!!" You had made it to the top getting to see him wipe around to your voice. His crossbow dropped to the ground as you both booked it toward each other. He didn't know what to think when he couldn't find you after the last walker fell. The inability to find you cracking a desperate hole into his chest. When he heard you and saw you running to him relief flooded him. As he ran panic rose again seeing you dripping in blood. Inches apart he heard your desperate sobs before crashing into one another. He pulled you off your feet lifting you into him. His voiced stuttered out, "Are you bit?! Are you ok?!" You voice quivering as you sucked in a breath. "I'm alright-t." He felt you shaking like a leaf and whispered into you, "I've got ya, nothin is gonna hurt ya." You had barred your face into his neck now crying in relief. Daryl helped you get cleaned up, that night you clung to him while everyone 'slept'. A moment can change everything, and it was clear to everyone after today.

They were no longer safe here and things were only going to get worse.

Part 3

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[munch-mumbles]

ive been a little upset about it all night so i need to write out all the things that happened at work today and are bugging me so i can TRY to get it out of my head and actually RELAX bc i just keep pacing in circles around it instead of just accepting it and moving on

[kissitbttr]

cake testing with miguel for the wedding!

a/n: featuring a very possessive miguel

continuation from this!

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it has been one of your favorite wedding plans that you always look forward to. When your best friend got married, she took you with her to help her choose which one was the best. The caterer brought six classic flavors and both of your eyes twinkled with excitement. The same goes for your best friend. You and her almost demolished that one special raspberry lemon cake with her, since both of you have a sweet spot for fresh fruits.

You could guess which one ended up at the wedding reception.

And now, getting to do it with your soon to be husband, Miguel, just seems like a dream come true.

"So, Darla isn't gonna be with us since she's got errands to run, her assistant is going to replace her today." You inform your fiancee as he drives.

He squeezes your thigh with his hand as an answer, focusing his eyes on the road. You look up from your phone to watch him drive. A smile graces upon your lips as you think how good he looks while doing it. Furrowed eyebrows in concentration, a small pout on his lips with one hand on the wheel.

Fuck, he looks absolutely delicious.

Miguel senses your gaze on him, causing him to glance at you for a second before a grin spreads across his handsome face.

"What?"

You shrug. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Look sexy while driving"

He snorts out a laugh before making a turn. "I don't"

it's your turn to snort as you shake your head. "Humbleness is good. But God you're a liar."

"Ah, si? But you do love me, no?"

"Unfortunately" You answer, causing him to pinch the inside of your thigh making you giggle. "If we're not on our way to the boutique, I would hop on that dick right now"

He groans at that, eyes shutting briefly as the thoughts of you riding him in the car fill his mind. And seeing the seductive smirk on your face and how divine you look in that white sundress, it's already hard enough.

''Just say the word and I'll pull over mami." He's dead serious. You could see his hand gripping tightly around the wheel.

"And be late? No can do. Plus, I dressed really nicely for today and I do not want to ruin that."

"We can be quick" He tries again, smirking at you. "20 minutes top."

"Knowing you, it could never be 20 minutes. An hour and a half maybe." You point out, re-applying the gloss on your lips before smacking it. "And that's why I'm always late to work"

"You're killing me here, Y/N." He sighs loudly, pulling over to where the boutique is. "I never hear you complain about you being late when my cock is buried deep in your pussy, anyway."

You feign an offensive look as you slowly turn your head at him, shooting a soft glare. "Excuse me? What happened to getting rid of the first-name basis?!"

Yes. You made it clear from the start of the relationship that you refuse to be called by your first name anymore. It simply just won't cut it. You made sure to give him hell every time he called you that, even if he had done it by accident. Miguel was silently pulling his hair because you can be quite mean about that. Though he won't admit how you driving him insane is sexy. Like, really, fucking sexy.

it's a turn-on for him at this point.

"Shit, my bad" He parks the car as you both get ready to walk out. "Sorry baby." He leans over to peck your lips with his hand still on your thigh. The action makes you smile.

“That’s better”

Miguel gets out first, not allowing you both to walk out at the same time because he wants to be the one who opens the car door for you. Despite you telling him that you're perfectly capable of doing that by yourself, he argues with the fact that gentlemen always open doors for their women. Your heart does a somersault every time. It never goes away.

"Got everything, mi amor?" He asks as he extends his hand which you take, before shutting the door. You nod at him, and the two of you walk into the boutique hand in hand. "Dios... You look so good right now, I might just have to fuck you out here"

You gasp at that, slapping him in the chest, earning a low chuckle from him. "Easy there, tiger. I'm not going anywhere" You scold him but secretly love it when his filter's off

“How can i take it easy when your… Girls look so inviting?” His eyes glances at your breasts being pushed up by the cups of your dress, gulping at the sight. “They want me to play with them” A pout on his lips making your heart melt.

“Ugh, Miggy! please do not call them girls” You whine, shaking your head. “I thought we agreed on ‘tits’? Just tits.”

“Alright, alright fine… You’re no fun sometimes” He jokes, kissing your cheek. “Now, is this it?”

You nod, pushing your sunglasses up to the top of your head. “Darla said we can just walk right in.”

Miguel opens the door before allowing you to walk in first as he follows from behind. Red orbs scanning over the interior of the shop. It’s pretty. Lots of flowers in each corner, the paint is mostly pink and white.

“So is this where you and Darla had done the cake testing?” He asks, hand snaking around your waist.

“Yes! It’s so beautiful isn’t it? It’s like something coming out of fairytale or that ‘Enchanted’ movie we watched the other day. Darla really did amazing with this one. Though i did advice her to fix up the ceilings a bit and enhance the structure on that specific corner there.” You point with your manicured finger. “I offered to redesign and oversee the construction more. Just to help her a bit.”

He hums, squeezing your waist before planting a kiss on top of your head. “Look at you go… My little architect” He mumbles softly.

There’s no doubt on his mind that he’s proud of you. He loves seeing you work and help your friends who are in need. And that smart little brain of your is one of the things that made him fall in love with you in the first time. Jess had introduced you to him one time when he was scouting for a new architect to remodel the Spider Society’s HQ.

He was definitely entranced by your beauty when he saw you walked into his office with Jess by your side. You looked so sophisticated and elegant with glasses and the dress you had on that time. Long hair fixed into a messy bun as you shot him a smile before saying your name.

From that moment on, he was hooked. And made it his mission to make you his.

“Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. O’Hara?” Both of your ears perk at the sound of someone calling your names. You see a man, who’s probably in his late 20s emerging from the back with a smile. No doubt about it that he is quite handsome.

“Hi there! How are you? My name is Cameron, i’m Darla’s assistant. And my my, Darla didn’t say anything about her client being beautiful.” He chuckles as he lets out the joke. “She said you are stopping by for the cakes?” He flashes his toothy smile at you, and only at you.

Miguel frowns, at that. That doesn’t seem professional now, does it?

You choose to ignore that comment before smiling. “Yes, we are actually! I mean, I’ve done it with Darla about two weeks ago but my fiancé haven’t. So I’m bringing him, so he can taste it for himself.” Your hand squeezing your lover’s arm that is still settled around your waist.

The man nods, smiling as his eyes aren’t leaving yours which makes Miguel even more uneasy. And the way he looks at you from head to toe makes his blood boil.

He knows how men think, and he thinks. No, he knows that this asshole is basically undressing you with his eyes.

But Miguel is not the type create a confrontation. At least not anymore now that he’s with you. So he might’ve to push those feelings aside because he knows how much this means to you.

“Well step right here, I’ve prepared it all just for you, Ms. Y/L/N” He winks, gesturing you to follow him to where the cakes have been displayed.

Is he fucking serious?! Miguel thinks.

“So 6 different flavors, yes? Chocolate Lava, Lemon Raspberry, Strawberry Champagne, Red Velvet, Hazelnut Praline, aaand Hawaiian. That one is vegan” He checks off the last one on the list. “Customer’s favorite always been the Praline or Lemon Raspberry. You look like you deserve the latter. The best reserved only for the prettiest”

Again, you ignore his comment. “Oh well i tasted the Strawberry Champagne and it was amazing. But I’m leaving it to my fiancé here, so he can choose” You look up to him and notice there’s a slight frown on his face. “Baby?”

Miguel regains his composure when you call him, snapping him out of the thoughts of him killing Cameron in his mind. “Oh. Yeah yeah. Sure. You know my taste buds don’t matter just as long my woman is happy”

He makes sure to emphasize the words ‘my woman’ just so the guy can get the picture but he doesn’t seem too bothered by it.

“Well, we’re in this together so your taste does matter, as well.” You’re completely oblivious with the soft glare that Miguel throws at Cameron’s direction. Hands softly picking the forks from the table to cut a piece,

“Here. Let’s try the Chocolate—“

“Why don’t you feed it to me, mi amor?” He asks, looking at you with a smile. “One fork for two.”

If he can’t be violent then he’s got to find a way to make sure that this Cameron fellow understands that you’re fucking off limits.

You raise an eyebrow at the suggestion. “Sure, papi” You mirror his expression before cutting the cake, lifting it to feed him,

He takes a bite. Eyes dead set on the man who stands awkwardly from across, gaze looking anywhere but him.

“Hm” He nods. “That one’s good. Dark chocolate is it?”

“Right?” You ask cheerily. “Darla is amazing, i swear i need them all 6.” As you turn to fees yourself with the chocolate cake.

He shrugs, wiping a bit of the frosting from the corner of his mouth. “You’re the bride baby, you can have all 6 for the wedding, i don’t mind. I got the money for it anyway.”

You smile at him, kissing his jaw. “I love you, but we can’t be too greedy now can we?” A giggle escape your lips.

Oh he knows. He just wanted to make sure that son of a bitch gets it through his thick fucking skull that you’re his.

The two of you continue to feed each other’s cakes— more like you feeding it to him to be honest— rating each and every single one. Making sure to put a mental note on whichever you prefer before coming back next week and pick one.

Miguel glances at Cameron every now and then and watches how he stays quiet for the rest of it, letting you and Miguel do your thing. Probably too scared after seeing the intimidating look on his face.

“Gotta say, Strawberry Champagne and Chocolate one are amazing.” Miguel points, rolling the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. “You sure have a great taste, cariño. Confío en ti con todo.”

“Gracias, mi corazón” you put down the fork back on the table, smiling up at Cameron. “That’d be all i guess, yeah? But i think we’ll be back next week to pick one for sure. Will Darla be here?”

“She hasn’t said anything about it but uh, i-i’ll make sure” He stutters a bit, smiling nervously and trying to avoid Miguel’s death stare.

“Okay then. Well, thank you, Cameron for assisting us today. We have to get going now, still have a lot to work on” You offer a polite smile to his direction. “Shall we get going?”

Miguel nods, eyes still fixated on Cameron. “Yeah sure. But uh.. Can you wait for me by the car? I just need a few words regarding with the cakes with Cameron”

He’s not letting this off easy.

You watch how his eyes trained to the young employee, scrunching your brows as Miguel turns to look at you with a soft gaze. “It’ll be just a minute, baby.” He presses a reassuring kiss on your temple,

“Okay” You nod, smiling softly. waving a hand at Cameron before walking towards the exit. Soon as you’re out of their sight, Miguel turns his gaze back on Cameron. The young man looks like he’s about to piss in his pants.

The two stands in silence for a while as Miguel looks at him up and down.

“You ever gotten your ass kicked, Cameron?”

The question throws him off guard. Eyes widening while his mouth hangs open.

“S-sir?”

“It’s a question. Yes or no.”

“Well uhm, n-no sir” Cameron shakes his head. “Wha-“

“You do know that me and my girl came as a couple, yes? Or are you fucking blind?” Miguel’s eyebrow raises at him, arms crossed over his chest.

“I see that, Mr. O’Hara. I-i didn’t— I’m sorr-“

“You flirt with every customers? With their soon to be bride? Or is it just my woman you’re after?” He clicks his tongue against his teeth.

“N-no, Mr. O’Hara.”

“No as in what?”

“J-just her, i-i mean your woman.” He nervously confesses,

Miguel lets out a dry chuckle. “Let’s get one fucking thing straight, kid.” He leans forward, balling his fists before resting them on the table

“If you ever flirt with her, look at her or hell, if you even think about her when we come back next week, i will make sure no one remember how you look. And trust me when i say that this is not a threat but it’s a promise. Understood?” His voice laced with venom as he points his finger at Cameron’s chest who gulps,

Nodding quickly, he answers. “Understood.”

“Very well” Miguel retreats, taking a bottle of water from the table. “Stay away from my wife”

With that he walks out of the boutique, breathing out a heavy sigh, unscrewing the bottle cap before taking a gulp.

“How’s the interrogation goes?” You speak up with a playful smirk. “Did you manage to make him piss?”

He looks at you as he walks towards the car, shrugging. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” He replies.

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms. “I saw you, papi. You almost kill the kid.”

“Again, i don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smiles innocently, both arms snaking around your waist to pull you close. Seems like a good kid. So i didn’t say anything”

A laugh escapes from your lips, one that he loves most—besides your perfect moans— “I know you, O’Hara. Like i said, a bad liar.”

“Alright fine, you caught me” He holds his hands up in defense. “He’s lucky i didn’t punch him.”

“That would be a sight for sore eyes.” You tease. “You know there’s nothing to be afraid of, right? Ain’t any other man could possibly steal my heart like you did three years ago.”

“Yeah well maybe if you stopped looking so fucking beautiful with your big pretty eyes and soft pouty mouth, then maybe men wouldn’t try to chase you off and i wouldn’t have 50+ competitions” He complains. But in reality he doesn’t mind.

“Oh excuse me, Mr? You don’t think i got one too?” You ask him through your lashes since his physique is towering you. “I had to put your ex back in her place at the Gala we attended three months ago, you remember? Slimy bitch.”

He laughs hard at that, head shaking at the memory of you confronting Dana was truly one of the unforgettable moments he has of you. “So, what’s next on the agenda?”

You look back at your phone before replying, “Seating arrangements on 112th street. Now this, we can use that 20 minutes up for something else since they’re running late.”

Miguel’s eyes harden as your finger running up and down his chest. “You mean—“

“Offer still stands. Want me to ride you while we wait?” You chew on your lower lip, gazing up at him and giving him your best doe eyes.

“Baby, if i ever said no to that question… Please feel free to grab my gun under my desk and shoot me in the head” He states, making you laugh as you throw your head back.

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This feels like shit :/ I’m sorry but i need to clear out a few WIPs in my drafts

Though i still hope you all like it!

[simplyholl]

Be A Good Girl For Daddy

Summary: When Loki’s son breaks up with you, his father has a tempting plan for revenge.

Pairing: Dilf Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Toxic relationship. Mentions of you getting cheated on. Daddy Kink. Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

W/C: 1.4k

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Your relationship with Narfi had been rocky from the start. He was mercurial. You had to walk on eggshells just to keep him happy. Every time there was an argument, he mentioned how there was no shortage of women waiting to be with him. You were replaceable. He never let you forget it. Despite everything, you loved him.

On his best days, he was sweet, loving, Prince Charming come to life. You loved everything about him, including his family. His brother, Vali was the exact opposite. He was the perfect partner to his wife, Olivia. You couldn’t help your jealousy. He never fought with her or raised his voice, especially not in public. You weren’t sure he was even capable of losing his temper.

But where Narfi lacked manners, his father, Loki made up for it. He would always open doors for you, pull your chair out, refill your drinks, get you flowers on special occasions. He was always scolding Narfi for his treatment of you.

One night after a particularly heated argument, Loki told you that you deserved better than his son. Still you stayed in a relationship, you should have left years ago.

Tonight was the end of that, though. You had caught Narfi texting with another girl and from the conversation, you could tell he had been sleeping with her. When you confronted him, he broke up with you. He said that you were insecure and he he didn’t know why he kept you around so long. You had wore your sexiest dress for him tonight, and you still weren’t enough.

To make a bad situation worse, he did it in front of his family. Vali and Olivia tried to comfort you, but you were too shocked, too hurt. You couldn’t move. You just sat on the steps, your face in your hands, sobbing. They finally gave up and left for their apartment.

Loki let you cry in peace, busying himself by cleaning his house. You weren’t sure how long you’d been there, but you knew it was too long when Narfi came in with the woman he was cheating with. They both stared at you for a moment before walking passed you.

“You’re still here? She’s so pathetic.” He says making the girl laugh as they walk by. You rolled your eyes at the irony. He was calling you pathetic when he was so terrible with money that he couldn’t keep a steady job. He couldn’t afford rent or pay his bills so he had to live with his father.

Loki saw the whole interaction and came to check on you. He reaches his hand out to you. You take it, letting him lead you to the kitchen. “Dry your tears, sweet girl. I’ve told you, you deserve better.” You sniff wiping the tears from your eyes. “I know, I should have listened to you. Then I wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Your gaze lingers on Loki’s handsome features. You thought it was crazy that he had been single for so long. Part of Narfi’s appeal had been that he was almost as gorgeous as his father. You had hoped he would age like him too.

Dwelling in your heartbreak gave you time to think. You wished you had met Loki first. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t made yourself come to the thought of him more than once. His bedroom was beside Narfi’s. After having less than satisfying sex with Narfi, you would touch yourself thinking of him.

Narfi would take a shower right after, leaving you to take care of yourself. It wouldn’t take long for you to get yourself off when you thought of Loki next door. You always tried to be silent just in case he could hear you, but a few months ago his name slipped passed your lips. If he heard you, he hasn’t said anything or acted differently around you.

“You were too good for him. I raised him to be a gentleman, but obviously I failed there.” Loki’s voice clears your thoughts. You take his hand in yours to comfort him. “It’s not your fault he’s such an asshole. It’s silly, but I always wished he was more like you.”

Loki’s eyebrow quirks at your words. He cups your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip. “I know the perfect way to get back at him.” Your eyes light up. You would love to get revenge for everything he had put you through. You knew Loki to be quite the trickster, so this should be good.

“We could sleep together.” He suggests as serious as a heart attack. “I don’t know. That’s a little inappropriate, isn’t it?” Loki leans against the table. He’s acting if what he’s just said isn’t ridiculous. “Darling, I can fuck you better than he ever could. You think I don’t hear you on the other side of the wall? I know he doesn’t fuck you right. And don’t pretend like you’re not attracted to me. I’ve heard you moaning my name while you touch yourself. What better way to get revenge than to fuck his father?”

He smiles at you in that way that makes him impossible to resist. He makes it very hard to argue with him. You clear your throat. “If I agree, would we tell Narfi?” Loki considers for a moment. “If you want to tell him, we will.” He smirks. “Or it could be our little secret.” You jump on the counter, beckoning him closer with your finger.

Loki takes his place between your legs, his eyes full of lust. “We will just keep it between us. I love that he won’t know. It makes this so much hotter. The knowledge that his dad made me cum, and he never could is the best revenge.”

Loki’s large hand rests on the back of your neck, bringing your face to his. His lips collide with yours. You feel his muscled back through his button up. Your fingers fumble trying to undo each button. You become frustrated, settling for pulling the material between your hands as hard as you can.

A few buttons spring free. Loki chuckles darkly. “Impatient, are we?” He removes his shirt for you. He brings his hands down to your thighs, eventually landing on your stomach. He pushes you gently laying you down on the cool marble of the high top.

“A delicious meal spread out for me on the counter. I have no choice, but to eat.” He lowers his head between your thighs, swift fingers pull your panties down your legs. He wastes no time. His warm tongue rolling in waves against your clit. You clutch his shoulders, moans falling from your lips.

He places his arms underneath you, tilting your hips upward. He sucks and nips at you until you’re an incoherent mess. He seals his mouth to your clit, the pressure causing you to come undone. He unbuttons his pants, his hard cock jutting outward. He lifts you off the high top, pulling your dress up for better access. He lines you up with his throbbing length. Loki sinks into you, backing you up against the stove.

His rough fingers dig into your hips as he lowers you back onto himself. He rocks into you harder now, basically using you as a fuck toy. Your back roughly hits the knobs on the stove. It hurts, but you don’t mind. All you can focus on is this force of a man, slamming into you.

He moves you toward the table, switching positions, so now he’s behind you. He spreads your legs wider, sinking into you from this new angle. His thumb finds your clit, strumming with expertise. You arch your back for him, throwing your ass back to meet every thrust.

He takes your hair in his hands, pulling harder with every lunge. “My precious little slut. Such a good girl for me. Tell me who you belong to.” He commands, circling your clit. The fire in your belly rising, bringing you closer to the edge.

“I’m yours, Daddy.” His movements are rougher now. He grips your hips harder pulling you back against him. His cock plunges deeper, hitting your sweet spot. You cry out. Your knuckles grip the edge of the table.

“That’s it, come for Daddy.” His finger swirls your slick bud with perfection in tandem with his large hand slapping against your ass. You shatter as he continues bringing his hand down against your soft flesh. He talks you through it like you always fantasized he would. “So perfect. You take me so well.”

You feel his thrusts grow sloppy and know he is close too. He stills, spilling inside you. His ragged breath tickling your neck. You lay there for a minute against the table with Loki still buried deep inside you.

You hear footsteps so you glance up. “You fucked my dad?!” Narfi exclaims, looking from you to his father, still buried inside you. “I always knew you were a dirty slut. This just proves it.” Narfi spits the insult at you, usually his words would sting. Now they don’t bother you at all. Loki looks at his son, smirking as he slaps you on the ass in front of him. “She was a good girl for Daddy.”

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[alessiasfreckles]

chocolate chip cookies (alessia russo x depressed!reader)

when you quit the team, feeling lost, no one knows what to do, including you. you spend days curled up in bed, alone, until you meet alessia, your replacement, who brings you out of your shell and helps you find yourself again.

warnings: depression is a big topic in this one! no mention of s/h or suicidal thoughts, just overall depression. if you're feeling depressed, don't hesitate to reach out.

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When you tell the team that you’re quitting, the room goes silent. Then someone bursts out laughing. You’re not sure who, you’re staring at the ground, not wanting to look into the faces of your now former teammates. They think it’s a joke. It’s only when you turn around and leave without another word that they realise you’re being serious. 

And you are. You've already spoken to Jonas - he tried to convince you to stay, but you’d made up your mind. He told you that whilst he couldn’t guarantee there would always be a spot for you on the team, there’d always be a spot for you at the club. You nodded, thanking him quietly. You won’t be going back, you know that, but it seems unnecessary to make this harder for everyone else.

You don’t go back to the training ground after you tell everyone. You’ve already packed all your things in your car, wanting to make your departure quick and easy. On the drive home, your phone keeps buzzing with messages and calls from your former teammates. When you’re at a red light, you turn your phone off.

You decided to leave a while ago. You’ve lost any passion for the game, and when you realised that you were just going through the movements, you decided it would be best for the team if you left. You were dead weight, taking up a spot that could be used by someone else. Someone better. Someone who cares.

When you get home, you leave everything in the car, even your phone. You go inside and go straight to your room, getting into bed. you’re just so tired. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, feeling slightly more peaceful now that you don’t have the prospect of quitting looming ahead. 

You wake up to the sound of someone banging on your front door. Most of the day has passed, it’s getting dark outside. You lie there for a minute, waiting to see if the banging will stop, but it just gets more insistent. You sigh, dragging yourself out of bed and to the front door. When it opens, you see the faces of your teammates. Beth, Viv, Leah, Kim, Katie. The core five. They ask what’s going on, say that they’ve been trying to call you and message you all day. You walk past them to your car, get your phone out, shrug. 

“I left my phone in the car,” you say. You watch them exchange glances.

Still, you don’t want to be a bad host. Or a bad friend - if they still consider you a friend. You decide that it’s understandable if they don’t. You invite them in, and they pile onto your sofa. Leah pulls a stool in front of the sofa, telling you to sit down. You sit. Five faces stare at you, expressions ranging from confused to worried to something like anger. 

You didn’t mean to make anyone angry. 

“What’s going on?” Kim asks, her captain voice on. 

You shrug.

“Why would you quit?” Katie asks, frowning. 

I’m not good enough, I'm bringing the team down, I don’t care about playing, the team deserves better, you all deserve better, runs through your head.

You shrug.

“Y/n, is something going on?” Viv asks, her voice gentle. 

I’m tired, I don’t want to do this anymore, I just want to sleep, I wish I didn’t exist, life would be easier if I didn’t exist, I don’t understand why any of you are here, why do you care about me, I don’t care about me, I’m not worth caring about.

You shrug, then shake your head. 

“I just don’t want to play anymore,” you finally say. You’re not sure if it’s the truth or not. You loved playing, once. You loved the feeling that you got when you were on the pitch, the way it made everything else melt away. But you haven’t had that feeling in a while. When you’re on the pitch, the voice telling you you’re not good enough follows you. 

Your former teammates frown. They’re not convinced, and honestly, neither are you. You say that you’re tired, you want to sleep. They get the hint and leave, but not before each hugging you tightly, telling you to call them if you need anything. Beth and Viv promise to bring Myle around at the weekend, and Leah says she’ll come and see you tomorrow. 

They keep it up for a few weeks, but the season is starting, and you know they’re busy. You spend your days at home, curled up in bed, cocooned in a blanket. You watch tv and scroll on your phone for hours. You order the food shopping to be delivered so you don’t even have to leave the house. Someone usually visits you on their day off, and the girls message you. You go over to Beth and Viv’s place, cuddle the dogs, watch tv there instead of in bed at home. It's okay. You’re fine. You don’t feel any better, really, but it’s fine.

It starts when you’re forced to go to a movie night. Leah promises it’s just a small group of the girls, she knows you don’t want to be faced with the whole team. She tells you that there’s one new girl there, the new signing, but that she’s really nice. On the day, you think about ways to get out of it - surely Leah can’t just force you to go? 

She can and she does. She shows up at your house, tells you that she will pick you up and put you in the car if she has to. You crack a smile at the image. It’s the first time you’ve smiled in a while. Leah notices. 

The movie night is at hers. She's picked you up early, and when you get back to her place she sets you to work, chopping fruits and veggies for a snack board. The doorbell rings, the first person arriving. You expect it to be maybe Beth and Viv, who are usually pretty punctual, but it’s the new girl. Alessia. You've seen her in person a couple of times, when the team played against Manchester United last season, but you were already feeling out of it and hadn’t paid much attention to her then.

She comes in, hugs Leah and smiles at you. You smile back. She asks if there’s anything she can do to help, and Leah directs her to some meat and cheese she’s put out that needs slicing. She's been seeing charcuterie boards on instagram a lot lately and wanted to try making one.

“You mean, you wanted to get us to make one for you,” Alessia teases, and you let out a small laugh. It surprises you, and Leah, whose mouth drops open slightly. Alessia doesn’t think twice of it - why would she, she’s never really met you before. She wouldn’t know that it’s the first time anyone has made you laugh in, well, months. 

The evening goes well. It's nice to be around the girls. You don’t pay much attention to the movie, your brain feels too foggy to keep up with it. The mean voice returns, telling you that you’re just there because they feel sorry for you. You start picking at your nails. 

“I like your nail polish,” Alessia leans over and says to you quietly. She’s sat next to you on the sofa. 

“Oh, thanks,” you reply, taken aback. The nail polish is chipped and worn, remnants from Katie coming over and painting your nails a few weeks ago. 

“It's a great colour. I like having my nails done but I'm terrible at leaving them alone. I fidget too much and I'm clumsy so I usually end up breaking at least one,” she tells you, looking at her own nails. 

You nod, not saying anything. You wrack your brain, trying to think of what to say or how to act. It's been so long since you talked to anyone new that you feel like you’ve forgotten how to be normal.

“Um, you can borrow it, if you want,” you say. “The colour, I mean. I can give it to one of the girls to give to you.”

“Really? That’d be great!” she looks at you with a big smile. You feel an odd sensation in your stomach, like you’ve just had a hot drink and the warmth is trying to spread throughout your body.

You nod shyly, giving her a small smile.

After that night, she starts messaging you. The first message you write off as being about the nail polish. After all, why else would she message you? She keeps going, though. After she sends you a message thanking you for the nail polish, she mentions a book she’s reading. You’ve read it too, so you figure the polite thing to do is to ask her what she thinks of it so far. Then she asks you for recommendations. You’ve been reading a lot, lately, now that you have time. You send her a detailed list, then realise that maybe that’s too much, but you’ve sent it now. She replies with heart eyes and exclamation marks, so you think that maybe it was okay after all. 

She asks if she can come over to borrow a book you’ve told her about. After a moment of hesitation, you say yes, she can come over tomorrow afternoon, if that works. You spend the rest of the day cleaning and tidying. The next morning you find a chocolate chip cookie recipe. You used to bake a lot, but you didn’t really have time for it anymore after becoming a professional footballer, and you weren’t meant to be eating that kind of thing anyway. The thought crosses your mind as you mix the ingredients that maybe Alessia won’t want any, since most of the team eat pretty healthily. You keep mixing. It’s too late now, you might as well finish making them.

You’re nervous, waiting for her to arrive. You’re not sure why, probably just because you haven’t interacted with her alone before. You’ve put some cookies out on a plate in case she wants any, and you’ve already got the book she wants to borrow lying on the table. 

When the doorbell rings, it makes you jump. You open the door and she steps inside, immediately giving you a hug, then quickly stepping back.

“Sorry, is hugging okay? I need to get better at checking with people before I hug them,” she says apologetically.

“Hugging is okay,” you nod, and she grins and pulls you into a hug.

“Oh my god, it smells amazing in here!” she exclaims, looking around.

“I made chocolate chip cookies,” you explain, and brace yourself for rejection. “Do you want one?”

“Absolutely!” she says, and you try to hide the surprise on your face. You offer her the plate and she takes one. When she bites into it, she lets out a moan that has you blushing. “Holy shit, y/n, these are incredible! You really made these yourself?”

You feel that warmth pooling in your stomach again. You nod, smiling shyly. 

“You should be a professional baker or something, these are so so good!” she tells you, polishing off the cookie. You can’t help but smile. There are crumbs on the corners of her mouth and a smear of chocolate on her chin.

“You’ve, um, got something,” you say, pointing to your chin. “Right there. A bit of chocolate, I think.”

“Whoops,” she blushes, wiping the chocolate away with a sheepish smile.

“Oh, I have the book you wanted,” you say, figuring that she probably has things to do. 

“Trying to get rid of me so quickly?” she asks.

A pit opens up in your stomach. “No, no!” you quickly insist, but she laughs and waves you off.

“I’m just teasing,” she tells you, smiling. 

You smile back, but it’s forced. It doesn’t seem like Alessia notices, though. 

“You have a lot of books,” she says, eyeing the large bookshelf in your living room. “Have you always read a lot?”

“I used to, when I was little. I didn’t really have time to read as much when I joined the team,” you say, and wince at the mention of your leaving. She’s never brought up the fact that she essentially replaced you, and you don’t want her to.

“I’m guessing leaving the team has given you a lot more time for things like reading?” she asks, and you nod. 

“And baking,” you add, not wanting it to seem like you’ve just been sitting at home not doing anything since you left. Even if that is the truth. She doesn’t need to know that today is the first time you’ve baked in, well, years.

“True, that one is very important!” she says, taking another cookie from the plate. “Seriously, y/n, these are amazing.”

She keeps asking you things, about yourself, about books, about your life, and you don’t realise how much time has passed until you look outside to see that it’s gotten dark. She follows your gaze out of the window and jumps up.

“Shit, I didn’t realise how late it was! I really should get going,” she says apologetically.

You hold out the plate of cookies. “Want one for the road?”

The two of you message more after that. It’s weird, how easy it is to talk to her. You chalk it up to the fact that she never met you before you left. This is the only version of you she knows. She doesn’t expect anything from you.

A couple weeks later, she asks if she can borrow another book. This time she wants you to recommend something for her, and you pore over your bookshelf for hours, trying to find the perfect book for her. Once you’ve decided on one, the next task you’re faced with is what to bake this time. She didn’t mention anything about it, but after she enjoyed your cookies so much, it feels like it’d only be right to bake something again. 

This time you make pumpkin spice cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. You carefully mould little pumpkins out of marzipan to decorate the cupcakes, and you can’t help but feel a swell of pride at the look of astonishment on her face when she eats one and lets out a moan at how good it is. She keeps commenting on the little pumpkins, in awe at the fact that you made them by hand, and the warm feeling spreads throughout your body, making your fingers tingle. After she leaves, armed with a new book and two more cupcakes, you get a message from Leah, inquiring about where her cupcake is, and how come Alessia gets cupcakes but you’ve never baked anything for her, and you smile to yourself.

The days in between visits are not as good. You still spend a lot of time curled up in bed. Sometimes, you think about the future, and you usually end up falling asleep trying not to think about it, brain spiralling. 

This goes on for a few months. Every couple of weeks, Alessia visits you for a new book and some new baked goods, and every time the two of you spend a little longer talking. You both avoid the topic of you leaving the team and what you’re going to do next. You have enough money in savings that it’s not something you have to worry about, for a while at least, and thinking about it makes you want to cry, or sleep, or just not exist anymore.

One day, though, Alessia is sitting on your sofa, eating a slice of lemon cake, when she asks gently, “What are you doing, y/n?”.

The question is enough to make you burst into tears, tears that you didn’t know you’d been holding in. 

“I don’t- I don’t know,” you sob helplessly as she rushes to your side, pulling you into a hug.

“Well, what do you want to do?” she asks after you’ve calmed down a little.

The question makes you stop. You haven’t thought about that in forever. 

“All I’ve ever wanted to do is play football,” you shrug. 

“But… not anymore?” she prompts you. You can understand why she’d think that. You quit, after all.

“I don’t know. I think I do still want to play, just… not at that level. It was too much. I feel like I-” you trail off, sighing. “I feel like I lost myself. And I still don’t know where I am, or who I am. Everything just feels so hard, like it’s all so much effort, and like there’s nothing I can do to stop it all from happening, like it’s a huge wave and I’m just getting tossed around under the water, barely able to come up for air.”

She nods, not saying anything, and you feel a sudden rush of embarrassment for opening up like that.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I said all that, I-” you say, but she cuts you off.

“No, it’s okay! I asked, I want to know. And it makes sense. A friend of mine struggled with depression a lot when we were teenagers, and-”

“Wait, depression? You think I’m depressed?” you ask, confused. Alessia laughs gently, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh, I’m 99% sure you’re depressed,” she says. 

“Wha- I’m not depressed,” you insist, shaking your head. “It’s not like I want to hurt myself or anything.”

“Okay, but do you ever feel like it would be easier if you didn’t exist?” she asks, and you frown. “Or, like, have you lost interest in things you were previously passionate about? Do you feel tired all the time?”

“Okay,” you say, slowly. “So, maybe I’m a little depressed.”

The mean voice at the back of your mind laughs. 

“What if I’m just being dramatic, though?” you ask. “Plus, I have no reason to be depressed. I have a good life, I have nothing to worry about.”

“Look, what if you go and see someone? A doctor, or a therapist?” she suggests, and your cheeks burn at the thought of burdening someone else with your problems.

“No, it’s fine, it’s not that serious,” you say, waving a hand. “There’s definitely more important stuff they have to deal with. I’m fine, seriously.”

She raises an eyebrow but drops the topic. She brings it up the next time she comes over though, and the next, and the next. You think about it a lot.You look stuff up online, look at social media accounts talking about people’s experiences, buy books dealing with the subject. 

The next time she comes over, you tell her you’ve made an appointment with a therapist, and she hugs you tightly. 

You start seeing each other weekly, after that. Sometimes she’ll go to yours, sometimes you’ll go to hers. She’s on a mission to help you figure out what you want, and nothing is going to stop her. She buys you baking books and equipment, goes to galleries and museums with you, watches documentaries on pretty much everything and anything the two of you can find. When you mention that you’ve been thinking about learning how to play the piano, she helps you find a teacher nearby. 

Things are looking up. You still don’t know what you want to do, but you’re feeling better. Your therapist is good, and you thank your lucky stars that you’re in a position to be able to pay for private therapy. 

When Alessia rings your doorbell, you don’t think anything of it. You’d planned for her to come over to watch a documentary she’d found about llamas (you weren’t sure what revelation you were going to have about your future from watching something about llamas, but who were you to deny her?). When you open the door, she’s smiling from ear to ear and holding a box.

“I have a surprise for you,” she says, closing the door behind her gently as she comes in.

She carefully sets the box down and opens it to reveal a small ginger kitten. It looks up at you with wide eyes and lets out a small meow, then puts its paws up on the edge of the box, looking out curiously.

“Alessia, what is this? Whose kitten is this?” you ask, dumbfounded.

“Yours?” she asks, smiling sheepishly. 

“What do you mean, mine?” 

“I mean, she’s your kitten. If you want her? Oh god, please say you want her. It’s just, you talked about having a cat when you were younger, and how much you’d like to have one again, and I figured they’re a lot lower maintenance than dogs, and-” she’s cut off by you hugging her tightly. Tears prick the corners of your eyes and you try to blink them away fiercely, still hugging Alessia. 

A small mew alerts you to the kitten, who has jumped out of the box and is rubbing her head against your leg. 

“I have her stuff in the car,” Alessia says, nodding towards the door. “I’ll just go get it?”

You nod, unable to look at anything but the tiny kitten now trying to clamber up your leg. 

You’ve been seeing your therapist for about 6 months when Alessia asks you to be her girlfriend. It’s a couple months after she got you Dorothea - Dory for short (or Dorito, occasionally), as you’d named the ginger kitten. You’re stunned, but quickly nod yes as she starts to bite her lip, looking worried at your lack of answer. You hug her, feeling her breathe a sigh of relief against you, and when she kisses you she tastes like the chocolate chip cookies you’d made earlier that day, the same recipe as the first time she’d come over. 

Your therapist has been helping you figure out what you want, now that you’re slowly regaining some of the passion you’d lost. You decide that you do still want to do something with football, just, as you’d told Alessia, not professional football. You hadn’t realised how much you’d missed having time to yourself, having other hobbies outside of your work. 

You get in contact with Jonas, who puts you in contact with some other people, and before you know it you’re back at the club. Not on the team, you've made it pretty clear that that’s not what you want. Instead, you’re spending the day at the youth program. You already know by lunch time that this is what you want to do. 

Before you know it, you’re settled in as a coach for the Academy. Your days consist of working with kids, young people who have the whole world ahead of them. You still have bad days sometimes, where it feels like you can’t get out of bed. On days like that Dory cuddles up next to you in bed, and Alessia holds you close. She moves in after you get the job, claiming it makes sense, since you’re always either at her place or she’s at your place anyway. She insists that she’s still very much a dog person, but you catch her asleep on the sofa one evening, with Dory curled up on her lap, and you smile.

[nieceeee]

"Let Me Help"

P/S: You and Eren decided to co-parent and things have been going well. You managed to keep a good distance and keep your hands to yourself. Until your hormones get the best of you and him being a good baby daddy offers to help solve your problem W/C: 2007

A/N: smut, minors DNI, baby daddy eren x reader, nicknames (mamas because you're his baby mama, babydoll) oral sex, praise kink, pregnant reader, NSFW,

I took some pieced of my original work and changed the characters so enjoy. I think I want to start adding more fluff. let me know if you're interested

“E don't, okay.” you huffed, holding a hand up at him. You and Eren had just made it back to your apartment. You had some errands to run earlier and he insisted on being there. You can't carry all that in your condition anyway he had fussed at you over the phone. You roll your eyes, placing your hand over your swollen abdomen as he opens the passenger side door for you. 

“I told you I didn't need any help.” you complained but like always, he refused to listen to you. 

Honestly, you were grateful that he was still around to help you out. After your relationship ended, you both decided it would be best to have a decent connection for when the baby arrived. Eren refused to let his child grow up without him so you both had to sit down and compromise. Despite all the drama from your relationship, you both managed to remain good friends and work on coparenting. 

Until today.

When those pregnancy hormones started to kick in and you woke up this morning with your fingers pressed against your clit, trying to find some sort of relief.  As your fingers circled your opening, you found yourself imagining a very familiar hand replacing yours. You whimpered at the image of Eren’s fingers pressing deep inside of you, stroking that ridged spot that you loved so much. 

“You look so pretty when you cum for me babydoll.” he praised, “Do it again. Make daddy proud and cum all over my hands. Can you do that?”

 Ironically, that was the day you actually made him a daddy. You were so terrified at the two little lines on the test that you took 5 more to make sure. Eren was ecstatic. He had always wanted kids. But your relationship with him had been so toxic that you were scared of what would happen if you tried again. So you both decided to remain friends in order to have a healthy relationship for your child.

All of that went out the window this morning as you coaxed another orgasm from your body, his name falling from your lips. But it wasn’t enough. The fire that burned in you refused to be sated. You needed today to get out of the house and blow off steam, anything to get your mind off of the aching in between your legs. Everything was going fine until he made his daily call. The minute his face popped up on screen, you felt the heat pass through you again. Fucking pregnancy hormones you groaned internally. 

“You all good mamas?” Eren asked you. 

Your toes curled in your shoes at the nickname, “Yes, I just have some errands to run today so I’ll have to call you later.” you rushed. Looking at him was driving your body crazy and you knew you would need your vibrator again before you could leave. “You doing all that by yourself?” he said, brows arching in concern. “Yes, E. I’ll be fine.” you fussed, your leg shaking with anxiousness. You just needed him off the phone. “I’ll be there in 10.” You couldn’t process the words he said before the phone disconnected. Fuck. you thought to yourself, you couldn’t be around him today. Not like this. You hobbled yourself to your room, grabbing your rabbit out of the top drawer and lifting your dress and pressing it against your swollen center. “Shit.” you let out as your juices dripped down your legs. You rushed to clean yourself up just as the doorbell rang. 

“Hey, babydoll you ready?” his voice called from the front door. You cussed yourself for giving him the spare key. For emergencies only you had told him but he still used it as he pleased. 

You met him at the door, hoping that your actions were disguised. He took his time looking at you. His eyes dragging from your head to your feet as he swiped his tongue out over his lips. “You look good mamas.” his deep voice lowered, caressing your eardrums and everywhere in between. “Stop looking at me like that.” you snapped. He gave you a sexy half smile and shrugged his shoulders, opening the front door and holding it for you. 

Running errands with Eren seemed nearly impossible. You found yourself watching his every move. You never thought a man putting groceries in the car would look so sexy. Those veins popping in his hands and traveling up the crevices of his muscles was making you dizzy. “It must be the heat” you explained to him when you needed to grab a seat to catch your breath. By the time you made it back to your apartment, your pussy was throbbing. You needed to make him leave.

Eren noticed you had been distant with him all day but he assumed it was just the heat and the hormones. But as much as you pushed at him, he wasn’t leaving you in that state. Something was going on with you and he wanted to know what. “You can go now.” you forced out. “You’re not putting all this away on your own.” he fussed, starting to unpack the groceries. “Eren, please just go.” you were practically groveling, the need between your thighs growing stronger. “Did I do something wrong?” he questioned, turning to you. His green eyes gazing at you with concern and confusion. “No, you didn't .” you expressed. “So why have you been pushing me away all day? I don't get it.” he urged. “E, please.” you started but he cut you off. “No, not until you talk to me babydoll. What did I do? I want to fix it.” “EREN. I'M HORNY OKAY!” you screamed out dropping your head back in frustration. His eyes blinked. Once. Twice. The room was silent. “I- my hormones are spiking and I have been having trouble all day.” you explained. “You being here has not helped.” He remained calm as he stepped towards you. “Do you need me?” he asked calmly. “What?” He stepped closer, standing right in front of you, forcing you to look up at him. “Do you need my help?” he whispered down at you. 

“What do you mean help ?” you asked, anxious to know the answer.

He smiled down at you. “Come here mamas.” he said softly. You walk towards him, taking his outstretched hand. He leads you through the house and to your bedroom. “E-” you start. He looks back at you and all your words get caught in your throat. Eren positions you next to your bed, coming up behind you. He gently slides his hands underneath your belly, a warm feeling running through his chest as he lifts slightly to offer you some relief. You sigh sinking into his arms, your back pressing against his chest. “Eren, are you sure this is okay? We said we were setting boundaries.” you said softly. “I know.” he whispered, rubbing small circles on the underside of your belly. You hummed in delight at the sensation of his warm hands on your skin. “Look at it this way mamas.” he explained. “My goal is to make sure you are as comfortable as possible. And this is causing you discomfort, yeah?” You nod, riding the high of his words as he continues to massage you. “All I want to do is help you get a release.” he whispers, leaning down to you. He rubs the tip of his nose against your neck before clamping his teeth down gently into your shoulder. Your legs buckle slightly as he runs his tongue over the mark. “You smell so fucking good babydoll.” he groans, his dick hardening behind you. You both stand there for a moment, you pressed against his chest as he rubs your belly and plants kisses on your neck.

“Come here.” Eren says, releasing your belly, He guides your hips back to the bed and lays you down. “Eren, are you sure about this?” you asked breathlessly. He looks down at you as he pulls half of his hair back into a ponytail. “Positive.” he grumbled. He guides you back gently against the mattress. “Just let me take care of you baby. I’ll make you feel good.” he whispered. “You always do.” you let out. He hummed his approval before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. Eren takes his time, kissing down your neck and into your shoulder blades. Your eyes flutter close as you sink into the bed. He takes his time trialing kisses down to your swollen breasts, his lips closing around the hardened mound as his fingers roll around your other nipple. Your hands travel up his back and into his hair, gripping softly. He growls, biting down gently on your nipple as he continues his descent down your body. He takes extra time kissing around her belly, a smile playing at his lips as he trailers the linea nigra in the center of your abdomen. He travels further until his head is centered between your legs. An audible gasps escapes your lips as the warmth of his mouth attaches to your aching middle. Eren takes his time, sucking at your clit, rolling it gently between his lips before slipping his tongue inside of you. Your back arches slightly from the bed as you revel in each swipe of his tongue, the wetness getting louder as he swirls the muscle inside of you. The wave of heat washes over you once more as he growls into your pussy. “E, baby. Fuck.” you call out to him as he feasts on you like you’re his last meal. You body jerks as the orgasm spills out of you and into his mouth. He stays there, holding onto your thighs lapping at you until you come down from your high. Your essence drips from his chin as he sits up and looks at you. “You taste better than I remember.” he said softly. Your breathing is heavy as you stare into each other's eyes. 

You part your legs slowly, beckoning him closer. Eren’s eyes widened slightly. “You sure?” he asked, his gaze heavy. You nodded. You needed more of him. “Please” you beg. 

He smirked and cupped his hands under your upper thigh, sliding your body closer to him. “E…fuck.” your mind went blank as he rubbed his tip against your opening. “You okay baby? You need to stop?” he looked up at you, his gaze heavy. You looked down at him, thick and heavy, his body begging for release. He was a force to be reckoned with down there. “Y/n?” he asked, stepping back slightly. “I- I ‘m okay.” you responded quickly. “You sure?” he said, still standing back, concern etched on his face.  “Yes. I’m sure.” You lay back on the bed again, opening up wider. He took a breath and stepped back into your space, pressing against you again. Your fingers gripped the sheets as you felt his tip push inside of you. “Fuck” you cry out. He stilled. “Am I hurting you?” he asked. You were drunk on pleasure at the feeling. “No please keep going E, I need it.” you moan out. He shuddered at your cries, and worked his way in a little more. He took his time, slipping in and out of you with shallow strokes, rubbing your clit when you clenched around him. He knew your body inside and out. You felt another weave of pleasure overtaking you. Your walls clenched around him. “It's okay. Release for me babydoll.” he said gently coaching you through your final orgasm. He stayed sheathed inside of you until he’s sure you’re done and slowly pulls out, your creams spilling onto the sheets beneath you. His gaze seared your body as it trailed you from head to toe. “What?” you ask shyly. “You are so fucking beautiful, you know that.” He ran his hand down the side of your face, wiping a few of the tears from your eyes. You smile up at him. 

“Thank you, Eren.” you say softly. “I told you babydoll. I’m always here to help.” he smile before planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

[starrystevie]

18+ | modern office steddie au | cw: public sex, undernegotiated kinks, unsafe sex | crossposted to ao3 here

eddie doesn't do it often. okay, maybe that's a stretch. frequently might be a better word for it, more accurate. but he wouldn't say he does it everyday or anything. it's just a little break from the day, an escape from the monotony of corporate america.

he's only been in this new tech support job for a few months but he's already comfortable enough that working on his next novel at his desk doesn't give him anxiety anymore. he isn't afraid someone is looking over his shoulder all the time like he did when he first started with the company.

the thing is, eddie's good at tech. he's good at finding the problems, finding even better solutions. half the time all he's doing is updating and restarting people's equipment that hasn't been refreshed in years. so he finds himself with enough free time at his desk to work on the second installment of his fantasy novel when the problems seem to be at a low.

as he waits for his laptop to boot up, eddie cracks his knuckles and grabs his phone to send a text to his editor that may or may not also happen to be his best friend so he could cut back on over exuberant editing fees. he doesn't read the message over, just fires out a text to nancy quickly before pocketing his phone.

he only realizes the typo once he gets a laughing emoji in return and cackles at what he actually sent.

"getting ready to write some smut on the cock!!!!!"

it doesn't take long to send a winky face before correcting himself to say " on the clock obviously", before pocketing his phone and opening the document where his novel is. just as eddie is about to start typing, a voice behind him makes him jump out of his skin.

"what was so funny?" steve asks, arm propped on the top of his flimsy cubicle wall, legs crossed over one another, smirk on his face.

eddie forces himself not to swoon. he takes in the way his white button up stretches across his chest, dress pants oh so snug over his thighs, hair pushed back in the way that only steve harrington could pull off. he may have only been at the office for a few months, but ever since he first saw him, steve very quickly became the only thing eddie could think about.

"i'm sure you wouldn't find it funny," he starts, tilting his laptop screen halfway shut so steve can't catch him doing his other job, his favorite job, while at work.

steve smirks again, his cheek lifting enough to crinkle his eye. "try me, munson."

with a dramatic push, eddie rolls in his wheely chair and stands up so he can keep his voice low. "i sent my editor a dirty text on accident."

if steve's surprised, he doesn't show it.

"editor, hmm? for what?" his voice is as low as eddie's and it makes the cubicle feel even smaller than it is. like everything in the world has zeroed in on their whispers to each other.

"i might be writing a book. well, technically i've already written a book. this is just the sequel."

steve's eyes flick from eddie to his laptop and then back once more. "is it anything i'd know?"

he cackles again, picturing steve reading his smutty fantasy novel, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to make any sense out of the haphazard world map eddie drew for the back page. but then again, he could easily picture steve in the world he made. he'd be a prince- no, scratch that, an elven prince- just like the one he's writing about in this one.

"i do read, you know. i'm not entirely up to date with everything but i do like books." steve says it like he's almost hurt and it makes eddie look back up at him, mellowing out his wide grin into a softer smile.

"oh, i wasn't doubting that. i just doubt you read elf porn in your free time."

whatever hurt was lacing through steve's face is gone, replaced with wide eyes and eyebrows to his hairline and a bright smile pulling at his cheeks.

"yeah," he says a little breathless, "yeah, definitely not the first thing i'd reach for."

eddie gives him a told-you-so head nod and brings a hand up to run through his hair, tracking steve's eyes as he follows the motion for a moment. having his eyes on him rushes through eddie like a wave crashing and he's halfway tempted to do it again if he didn't think it would look forced.

"well you probably don't know mine then."

as he turns to go back to his chair, he hears steve cough to get his attention back, arms crossed over his chest to make his shirt pull taut over his beautiful, gorgeous, annoyingly perfect biceps. "so what was the dirty text?"

"well, it was actually a typo," eddie starts, cocking his head to the side with a smirk as he pulls out his phone, "so an unintentional dirty text. but still funny, none the less. and i don't think i can say it out loud without getting hr called on my ass so-"

he holds up his phone so steve can see the brief conversation between him and nancy, watches his eyebrows shoot back up to his hairline, watches as his mouth drops open for a millisecond before giving eddie another goddamn smirk. steve leans back, drops his arms to put a hand on his hip, and looks eddie less than subtly up and down.

"so... do you want to?"

eddie can feel the moment his heart stutters in his chest. a combination of steve's general... steveness plus the implication of what the text said and his mind travels to a dirty, dirty, not meant for work place until he pieces it somewhat together and asks-

"...are you asking if i'm gay?"

steve huffs out a laugh and takes a step further into eddie's cubicle. there already isn't much room and with him coming in the tiniest bit closer, their toes are almost touching.

"sure," he says like it's the easiest thing to say on a thursday afternoon. "it can be a two-part question if you want."

a few things run through eddie's head all at the same time:

steve's close enough that he can feel the heat radiating off of the arm he now has resting on his desk, and he's really about to come out to a coworker which he normally leaves for at least 6 months into a new job, and that he thinks he's going to pass out if steve is actually asking what he thinks he's asking.

do you want to write smut while you're on my cock?

he doesn't know where he finds the courage, honestly. call it a slow thursday, call it a little extra motivation for his novel. eddie scoots closer and throws caution to the wind.

"then yes to both."

he's never seen steve's office. he's been to the top floors before when some higher up needed him to install a web browser on his new desktop so he has kind of an idea of what the private offices look like.

eddie didn't expect the first time that he got to see steve's office would be spread out, bent over his desk with his novel pulled up on his laptop while steve runs his hands over his ass.

"here's how this is going to work," steve whispers close to his ear while he lays against his back, snaking a hand up to undo the knot of eddie's messy tie, popping open a button on his dress shirt in the process. "you stop writing, i stop fucking you."

with a hum, eddie presses his hips back, up on his tiptoes with his off brand dress shoes pinching his feet tightly. "i think i can manage that."

"i'm not finished," he bites gently at eddie's ear lobe, returning his hands to palm over his ass cheeks. "everything i do to you, and i mean everything, needs to be written down. turn me into a character or something, i don't care, but i expect you to be thorough."

he doesn't mean to moan at the instructions, really he doesn't, but it's so easy to picture steve morphing into a character in his world. his mind races trying to figure out how exactly to write him into the scene that had already started, but with a snap of his fingers as the idea clicks, he writes out a quick line and looks at steve over his shoulder for approval.

"who's sylvar?" steve asks, pronunciation clunky on his tongue.

"sylvar is an elven prince, might as well make you him. besides, you both have an s name."

steve chuckles, his breath ruffling eddie's hair. "okay, fair. prince, huh?"

he doesn't have to look over his shoulder again to know that steve's smirking so he rolls his eyes and finishes the sentence, only breaking away to gasp as steve brings his hand between his thighs to spread them further apart.

"i'm gonna take a wild guess and say that elidyr is supposed to be you?"

eddie nods and pulls his tie off the rest of the way. "let's see, he's one of the prince's newest attendants, known for being a bit out of control, gets chastised for staring at the prince's ass in his khakis too much-"

"you're making that one up, huh?"

he tosses his tie to the side and brings a hand up to tangle in steve's hair, pulling his lips down to his neck and waiting for him to get the hint and start kissing. "steve, i'm making all of it up. that's the way writing a book goes."

"is that so?" he murmurs playfully against his neck, teeth pressing against the skin as he smiles, hands yanking on his hips to get eddie flush against his cock. "...i don't see you writing."

eddie huffs and shakes his head before writing out quickly how sylvar grabbed elidyr by the hips roughly to show him how excited he was. steve takes the typing as the go ahead and quickly undoes both of their pants before running his hands up eddie's now bare thighs.

he didn't really have any idea of how well he'd be able to hold out to steve's ministrations while having to write them out at the same time, but any confidence he had in himself leaves when steve's palm cups his cock through his briefs. eddie cants his hips forward and brings his hand back up to tangle once more in steve's hair.

and just like that, the touch is gone.

"oh, come on!" eddie whines and brings his hands back to the keyboard, typing in random filler words until suddenly he has no underwear and hands pulling his ass cheeks apart.

"gonna fucking take you apart... shit," steve whispers and eddie doesn't think he was supposed to hear it, but he writes it into the scene anyway.

there's a cool dribble of what must be lube on his hole and he fights against the shiver it sends up his spine. "you have lube in your office?"

"no, i have lube in my briefcase. big difference."

eddie doesn't really see how to the two are different, but he laughs to appease steve before getting cut short as a finger starts to enter him. he must whine, must jerk or do something wrong because it's leaving almost as soon as it had arrived.

"steve, i swear to god," eddie groans, head dropping down as he types without looking. poor nancy is going to have a hell of time reading and editing over this draft.

they both sigh when the finger presses into him once more and steve weaves his other hand into eddie's hair to pull him up and look at his screen. "there you go, just keep typing. write about how good it feels."

and shit. that's hotter than he expected it to be.

it goes well for all of a few minutes, eddie typing and steve reading over his shoulder, scissoring his fingers to get him nice and wet and open. they both somehow manage to keep their composure, filthy words being muttered out loud that then end up on the screen.

it's after steve gets him cock in him that it all goes down hill.

"oh fuck-" eddie moans as his leg gets hoisted up for a better angle. steve's grip on his hip is brutal, bound to be leaving bruises, as he pulls eddie back to meet him in the middle.

his chest is rubbing against the pleather desk cover, nipples catching on just the right side of painful when steve pushes his shirt up and out of the way. his dick is flopping against his thigh with every thrust, the lack of friction driving him insane.

he swears he only takes his hands away from the laptop for a second but then steve's pulling out quickly, dropping his leg and getting eddie off balance. he whines like he's throwing a temper tantrum before bringing his fingers back up to type more nonsense, gasping when steve slides back in like no time has passed.

"read it," he huffs next to his ear, "tell me how perfect you make fucking me sound."

"oh my god," eddie croaks, eyes rolling back as steve lets go of his hip once more to pull his head upright. "sylvar fucks wi-without abandon, hitting every right spot possible inside elidyr, the heat of his h-heavy cock punishing him making him mad with lust."

"good, yeah that's good. like when i fuck you hard?" steve grunts out before pistoning his hips even faster, eddie's moans bouncing off the bare office walls. "tell me more, keep going baby."

"the grip he uses to hold onto elidyr's hair is the only thing keeping him upright. this is all he could want, tending to the prince's every desire, being whatever the prince wants him to be." eddie expects it when the fingers in his hair curl even tighter, his back bowing against the desk with the pressure, but he still keens loudly at the pull.

steve chuckles roughly, like he's barely holding on himself, hips stuttering before evening out. "is that what you want?"

"wha-" eddie murmurs, not trusting his voice much more than that, his brain turning into mush. "is what what i want?"

"want to tend to my desires, want to be for me to use however i please?"

and the thing is, realistically, eddie knows this whole thing is weird, blending his two worlds together in a way he's never done before, but it doesn't stop him from forgoing the rules and bringing a hand down to work over his cock. "god, don't stop. please, please, please..."

steve must be tired of the game, too, because he doesn't even attempt to quit what they're doing to punish eddie as he stops writing. he barely has time to appreciate that the game is finally over because the hand in his hair slides around to rest gently around eddie's throat, pulling him up so his back is to steve's chest, every thrust punching out another gasping breath.

"answer the question," he says, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips. "gonna let me use you how i want?"

eddie has died and gone to heaven and the cause of death is a mixture of steve's tongue, hands, and cock. his mind wanders to what else they could do together, what else he'd let steve do, what else he wants steve to do. he sends up a quick thank you to whoever is listening that he saw the job posting for this company so he could be here in this moment with a possible sex god in his midst.

the hand that he had braced on the desk for support makes its way up to cover steve's on his throat, a barely there pressure combined with his quick fingers on his cock that sends him over the edge.

he breathes out a "yes" as he shoots come across the stop of steve's desk and see stars dancing in his eyes. steve fucks him through it, whispers filth of what he wants to do to eddie right into his ear, and when he comes back to himself, he digs his nails in the top of steve's hand.

"want it, want you, however you want me-" he chokes out.

and when steve finally comes inside of him, eddie makes sure he bends back down with his cock still pounding into him to write some line about how nice elidyr thinks it feels to filled up from someone who probably shouldn't be giving him the time of day. he tries not to find parallels as steve kisses up the back of his neck as he rocks his hips for the final time.

eddie's bare ass is in a mixture of their come as they maneuver him around to let him sit up and wrap his legs around steve's hips, pulling their spent cocks together while they lazily make out. steve's hands dance softly over his bare thighs, eddie threads his fingers through steve's hair.

"how does it end?" steve whispers against his lips.

"i don't know yet," eddie says truthfully, his mind wandering as kisses start to trail down his jawline. "how do you want it to end?"

"i don't suppose they have bars in this elf world, do they? one where they can go on an actual date to before going back to the palace or whatever to ravage each other?"

eddie grins, tipping his head back to catch steve's lips one more time in a slow kiss. "i can arrange for them to go to the tavern. i think they'd both like that."

the next morning, slightly hungover and draped over each other in steve's way too large bed, eddie ignores a text from nancy asking why the names change halfway through the draft and wondering who the fuck steve is. eddie silences his phone and goes back to sleep, so glad that he didn't double check his first message yesterday for typos.

[atiny-moon]

ATEEZ as Boyfriends

Genre: soft, fluffy, suggestive

Pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

Tags: a little bit of everything <3

Word Count: 1.6K

HONGJOONG

Definitely the type of bf to fix your clothes - like if you’re going out somewhere, i can see him helping you pick out smth to wear or even styling you himself. And when you two are out, he’s constantly adjusting your fit so you don’t look bad. The type of guy wander off in the middle of a party just so he can admire you from afar

Though he isn’t too fond of being overly emotional, will hype you up to anyone who would listen and not even in an annoying way, it just so happens that the majority of his sentences start off with ‘oh, my partner..’

Loves leaving marks - biting, hickies, etc. in places only he knows about

Will call you every time he’s eating, even if he doesn’t say anything, just bc he missed you and wanted to have you around for a little bit

Doesn’t like to cuddle but does give the best kisses the kind where he just holds your chin in place and plays with the ways his lips touch yours

Ultimate king of push and pull

SEONGHWA

Ugh, the way this man would absolutely dote on his partner. Anything they wanted - he’d be all over it. Think acts of service type of love

Loves all the cheesy romantic shit, all of it - the matching accessories, matching hairstyles, coordinating outfits, taking an insane amount of cute couple photos, going to the most aesthetic date spots just so y’all can take photos together. Knows your best angles, duh

So many gifts. And expensive gifts, too! Hwa’s got super expensive taste and i feel like he’s the type of bf to dote on you so much that he wouldn’t want you to wear inexpensive clothing. Like he’ll be like, ‘oh, babe, i got you these new silk pajamas because you said mine were so comfy’ meanwhile he’s already replaced like all of your clothes

Super comfy stay-at-home dates where you do skincare and watch the latest episode of whichever drama you’re watching. Even when he’s hella busy, he’d find time to video call you so you could watch the newest episode together.

Always smells incredibly good, addictive even

Forehead kisses & top of the head kisses are his favorite

YUNHO

Textbook romantic gentleman. The type that makes sure you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, opens every door for you, never ever lets you lift a finger, and will always give you his jacket if you’re cold

Super sentimental. Like if you put together a scrapbook of all of your time together, guaranteed this man will cry. Especially if there’s a handwritten letter explaining how much you love him - he would simply be undone

Tries to remember every single detail about you so he can either plan the perfect date or gift you the perfect item. Truly works soo hard at being a good boyfriend. Also really good with birthdays. Like, scary good.

And tbh, the type of bf to call you out on your bs - like when you’re being a little unreasonable or if you’re telling him about a situation that you’re going through, i think yunho would be the type of bf to tell you when you’re wrong but in a nice way! (maybe.. he can be kinda savage sometimes lmao)

While I don’t think he’d be super into PDA i do think he’d just always be near you like close enough to reach out and hold his hand or close enough that you two would be able to talk without raising your voices

This man loves back hugs

YEOSANG

The best at good morning and goodnight texts. They somehow always make you feel loved and special

Super supportive? The type of bf to set reminders in his phone so he can wish you good luck on whatever upcoming project you’re working on. Even if it’s like the smallest thing ever, he’d be so proud of you for working toward it and even more proud when you achieve it

Really deep and interesting conversations

I think it would be so easy to be with Yeosang - like the both of you wake up together, get hungry at the same time, get sleepy at the same time, etc

It’s not that he’s not into PDA, he just forgets about it like of course he loves holding your hand, but he got distracted thinking about what he wanted to get for lunch

Laying his head on your lap is his preferred way to fall asleep

SAN

Loooooooves physical affection. Cannot get enough of it. I think his ideal would be being able to glue himself to you so two could just walk around permanently attached to each other. also I feel like San runs really fricken hot - like a cute lil heater

The ultimate hype man. It could be a pre-workout selfie, a just finished taking a shower selfie, an all dressed up selfie, a sleepytime selfie, a i just woke up selfie, IT DONT MATTER!! San is going to hype you up every single time. Which obviously does wonders for your confidence (which was his plan all along ;) )

Loves to stay in and just watch movies. Mostly so he can spend as much time as he can cuddling with you. Matter of fact, most of the dates he plans are just excuses to spend more time with you - physically and emotionally

Speaking of, San would be such a good listener! Like I feel he’d understand where you’re coming from emotionally and provide support in a positive and affirming way and never ever make you feel like your emotions are wrong or you were wrong, for that matter truly wants the best for you

And bc he loves you so much, I feel like he would also respect you a whole heck of a lot which means the first time you guys wanna do anything sexual, it takes him a loooong time to be okay with it. Like i think you would have to initiate

That said, he would absolutely blow your back out every chance he got once he got comfortable

MINGI

Loyal af. Once he makes a decision on who he likes, it’s that person FOR EVA so get used to the idea of having song mingi in your life

The wildest communicator - like, y’all abandoned texting very early on in the relationship and now exclusively communicate via selfies/photos, voice memos & memes. His voice memos are hilarious and sometimes incredibly lewd. Like will sing you an entire song that he just made up. In voice memos. Then follow it up with what he wants to do to you in excruciatingly graphic details.

While he won’t do completely matching outfits, he is super down to coordinate outfits - wear the same colors, or complementary silhouettes, something that lets ppl know you two are an ~item~

And though I think he likes being Princess Mingi, i think he would go to great lengths to make sure you’re taken care of - whatever you need, he’d get it for you.. Or get someone else to get it for you lolol

Will always pull you into his lap. He likes how easy/fun it is to manhandle you.

Loves PDA. I’m talkin full on make-out sessions, ass grabbing, hand holding, and everything in-between. good luck getting him off you!

WOOYOUNG

Likes biting. A lot. Especially the marks it leaves

Super generous. Like, the most giving man you have ever met. Will give you the shirt off his back even if you don’t ask for it. This also extends to anyone you know, especially! family. He likes knowing he’s the one taking care of you && yours

This man is crazy into fashion and i think his style would end up affecting your style, not bc he wants to but bc he just looks so cool all the time, you’d wanna match him, if you know what i mean. Definitely gives me gomez & morticia addams vibes.

Learns your favorite dishes and cooks them for you.

I think Wooyo’d be the type of bf to be a little controlling or ride the line of being a little mean just so he can rile you up. It turns him on when you get angry. But would also definitely cut it out if he saw you weren’t having it.. He wants to fuck you, not make you mad!

Can and will makeout with you for hours

JONGHO

Would have such a hard time telling you how he feels, but has no problem showing you how he feels - whether it’s buying you a little trinket, or making sure you ate, or even just listening to you, i think you would always feel loved when you’re with Jongho

Is actually really funny? Or maybe he’s just good at learning what makes you laugh and then gets good at telling you jokes that align more with your humor

Your family would absolutely adore Jongho

Wants to experience new things with you so all of your dates are either trying out a new restaurant, or visiting a new pop-up event, or going to a new city for the weekend, anything that helps creates memories with you

Hella anti-PDA. Will actively avoid holding your hand in public. But as soon as you are behind closed doors, will be the sweetest and most loving bf - being silly/cute, soft sweet kisses, plenty of hugs (which he’s surprisingly really good at), and sooo many massages

Jongho would give the best aftercare

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Beauty & the Beast's Christmas

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors. Not proofread.

Gilbert von Obsidian's story (JP) from the last collection event.

~ I'd love to give you a Christmas gift, and yet ~

On Christmas night, everything outside the window was covered in pure white snow.

Gilbert: “Here, this is my Christmas gift for you.”

Suddenly, Gilbert hugged me from behind and attached a brooch to the neckline of my dress.

Gilbert: “I tried to make it with you in mind.”

Emma: “Wow, thank you! It’s so cute.”

The brooch, depicting a baby rabbit with colorful gems, was delicately crafted and beautiful.

Although I should have been happy about it, I’m currently preoccupied with something else.

(I haven’t prepared a gift for him. What should I do?)

Gilbert: “Hm? Why the long face? Aren’t you happy?”

Emma: “I’m happy! But I haven’t prepared anything for you.”

Gilbert: “Oh, so you were worried about that after all.”

Emma: “It’s not like that. I wanted to go shopping, but you forbade me from going out.”

Gilbert: “I can’t let you go to a crowded city right before Christmas.”

Gilbert: “Unless you don’t mind me being jealous.”

(He’s saying things like that again.)

(It feels unfair that he’s the only one giving a gift.)

Emma: “I also wanted to give you a gift since Christmas only comes once a year.”

(Is there anything I can at least prepare?)

(I’ve already made a Christmas cake, but it doesn’t feel special enough to call it a gift.)

Emma: “I got it! Gil, I’m going back to my room to write a letter.”

(I get the feeling that he's the kind of person who treasures even old letters.)

(I'm sure he'll accept it.)

Gilbert's red eyes lit up with happiness all of a sudden.

Gilbert: "You're going to write me a letter?"

Emma: "Yes! I'll write it quickly and bring it to you."

Gilbert: "What are you talking about? You can write it here."

Emma: "What? Write it here now?"

Gilbert: "Yes, right here, right now."

(It's way too embarrassing to write a letter in front of the person you're sending it to!)

He smiled and quickly prepared a piece of paper and a quill.

(He closed off any escape route in an instant!)

Reluctantly sitting in front of the desk, I gripped the quill, and he stood close behind me.

Emma: "Um, it's hard to write with you staring at me like that."

Gilbert: "It's okay. Just pretend I'm not here and write."

Emma: "It's not that easy..."

Despite my protest, it was clear that he wouldn't listen, so I mustered the courage to write.

("Dear Gilbert...")

Gilbert: "Isn't it supposed to be 'To my beloved Gilbert'?"

(Ugh...)

With every sentence I wrote, he interjected with advice or suggestions.

Gilbert: "Hey, what's wrong? Your pen stopped."

Gilbert: "How about writing more about the things you love about me or using words of love?"

(That's impossible. It's too embarrassing!)

Emma: "Doing that in front of you is just too much!"

Gilbert: "Oh, little rabbit is so shy. Should I make it less embarrassing for you?"

Emma: "Are you going to move away from me?"

I turned my head in anticipation, only to have my lips captured in a sudden kiss.

His tongue stirred my mouth passionately, igniting a warm sensation throughout my body.

Gilbert: "See? Now, it's not embarrassing anymore. But your hand has stopped, so hurry up and write."

Emma: "I really can't do this!"

(I’m even more embarrassed than I was earlier!)

Gilbert: “You’re going to give me a present, right? I’m really looking forward to it, so do your best.”

Emma: “If that’s the case, please don’t tease me.”

Gilbert: “Ahaha! Ordering me around, huh? Emma, you’re quite fearless.”

He laughed and slowly bit my earlobe, causing me to squirm.

Then he opened the collar of my dress and bit my shoulder.

Emma: “Gil, writing it down is pretty difficult, so I’m just gonna say it in words.”

Gilbert: “No. I like letters. So, come on, write until the end.”

Gilbert: “While you write the letter, I’ll tell you words of love.”

Gilbert: “Fufu. I love how even when you’re in a bind and at a loss, you still won’t let go of the pen.”

Emma: “You’re so unfair.”

(No matter how many words I write, Gilbert always manages to surpass them.)

(But I can’t lose. Right now, I want to convey all the overflowing love in my heart to him.)

I continued to express my feelings for my beloved in a letter while accepting the unstoppable sweet evil.

➟ Ikepri Translation Masterlist

[grey342]

you're amazing 👏🏻 👏🏻👏🏻

could you write something about Phil asking reader to marry him? saw the first hangover movie recently and this man screams husband material 🥵

Marry me?

Phil Wenneck x reader

synopsis - Phil's and his girlfriend go out for their anniversary and she notices he's acting different.

warnings - Phil being nervous (he's adorable) and reader being oblivious.

authors note - Thank you! You guys are too nice to me, making me blush and kick my feet frrr🤭. I love this request so much and I TOTALLY agree. Again so sorry for this coming out so late 😀 I promise I’m working on it for you guys! Lmk what you think and send in any more requests you have!

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

Holy shit.

Tonight is your four year anniversary and he's acting so weird.

You noticed first when you were both getting ready to go. Fidgeting with his hands, wiping the sweat from his brow and constantly tapping his pocket.

You tried to ignore it but it was becoming more and more difficult as time went on. You struggled to understand why he would be behaving like this, the night was going perfectly.

You were at your favourite restaurant, outside by the beach. You were even alone which was strange considering this place is usually packed with people. The table was covered with rose petals and candles. The sun was setting beautifully, it was the perfect night.

"Isn't it pretty?" You ask looking at him.

"Hm? What?" He stumbles on his words. You smile softly and take his hand in yours, an attempt to comfort him.

"The view," you say looking out, "isn't it pretty?"

"Yes..Yes it is." He replies looking at you. You look at him, blushing when you realise. You notice his smile drop slightly and it's replaced with the same expression he's been wearing all night. You rub your thumb over the back of his hand, gaining his attention.

"Sweetie?" You call.

"Hm?" He mumbles.

"Is everything okay?" His eyes look directly into yours, widened with panic.

"Wha-What do you mean? Everything's fine, why wouldn't it be fine?" He responds too quickly for your liking.

"Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about anything." You smile at him.

“I know” he places his other hand on top of yours, “ everything is fine I promise.” He forces a smile. You’re still not convinced but you let it go not wanting to cause an argument on your anniversary. You look back out, when he takes a deep breath and calls to you.

“Baby..”

“Yea - holy shit" You whisper, stunned by the sight before you. Phil down on one knee with a velvet box in his hand.

"Alright, you know i'm not good with the sappy crap," you chuckle quietly, "but 'm gonna try my best. When I first met you I thought you were the most annoying bitch I had ever met. I mean in my entire life and i've met some bitchy women let me tell yo-"

"Phil,"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe..don't talk about other women when your proposing to me."

"Oh, yeah. Whatever, the point was you were a cunt," you let out a loud laugh, this calms him instantly, "but the more I got to know you, the more I realised how beautiful you are. Inside and out. You made me feel things I had never felt before, you trusted me enough to show your vulnerable side and that made me want to do that with you. I know we've had our tough patches but, you pulled us through it. Never giving up on us. Never giving up on me." Tears are blurring your vision.

"Anyway let's cut the bullshit and get to the important bit.," you kick him lightly, he giggles, "My love, my life, will you marry me?" The tears are rolling down your cheeks now, you can even see tears brimming his eyes.

"Yes, yes..Yes! Of course i'll marry you!" He stands up pulling you with him and embraces you. He grabs your hand and places the ring on your finger. You admire it for a couple seconds before he grabs your face and pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes with so much love you felt yourself getting choked up again.

"I love you so much." He whispers.

"I know.." You reply, he chuckles in response and closes the gap between your lips once more. Your heart beaming, excited for what the future will bring you.

[intotheseas]

Hello I just discovered you and I'm in love with your writing!

Since you said that requests are open I thought I might send you my idea :)

So basically I'm all for some angst and comfort, and I'd love if you wrote a fic about GN! or F!MC who gets hurt and goes to the Undercroft to try and tend to their wounds (they're not very good at this) and basically hide the fact that they're hurt (and I mean hurt-hurt, like a giant gush in their side or something) and after dressing the wounds and hoping for the best (cause they're really bad at healing magic) Ominis walks in and meets them there, so they act normal but he still senses that something's wrong so he tries to coax it out of them, but they stick to their "everything's fine" so he gives up and just tells them to sit on the couch with him but when they move they get a sharp pain (from the big gush in their side) and basically fall to the floor with a pained whimper. Ominis quickly springs into action to help them and is all frantic about what happened and asking them but they're too hurt and so he tries to help them but since the damage is mostly on their side they're reluctant about letting him (they're flustered because they have a crush on him and they've never even kissed anyone) but he's so comforting and you know waiting for consent and basically so nice and they eventually let him help.

It can be spicy if you want, but it doesn't have to be!

Also don't feel pressured into writing it, I know that inspiration comes and goes and that you have a life of your own.

Again thank you so much and have an amazing day/night ♡♡♡

PS sorry if I made any grammatical errors, English is not my first language 😅

Hi, hi, hello! :) Your english is excellent, no need to worry! And I am so honoured you like my writing, holy crap. Thank you! Sorry this took a few days, I had do a lot of rewriting, just wasn't super happy with it. I'm still kinda unhappy with it but didn't want to keep you waiting!

You gave me permission to make it spicy and I did lol. I hope you like this. :) As a cis-female I wrote it from a F!MC POV, I'm not sure I could do a GN POV justice. I hope that's okay. I was HEAVILY inspired by the following two songs, so feel free to listen if they're to your taste! Counting, by Heavens, and Blood on the Moon by Raquet Club. Tags: hurt/comfort, blood (not sexually though), graphic depiction of injury, unprotected piv, smut, comfort, first time, first kiss, soft ominis gaunt, protective ominis gaunt, dominis (just a lil bit), biting

Summary: Sage is gathering Horklump juice in the forest when she's injured badly by a poacher. She only has one Wiggenweld on her, just enough to let her stagger back to the Undercroft. She bandages herself up and hopes for the best. When Ominis drops by and notices she's badly hurt, he breaks down her walls and convinces her to allow him to treat her. Once he's fixed her, years of unresolved sexual tension boil over. Characters are 18.

Read here on AO3 or below the break!

Soil, lush grass, damp moss, rotting leaves. Sage’s nose fills with the scents of the forest as she pants, grips her side in agony. Stupid, fucking stupid, she thinks. She doubles over and sinks to the ground, groaning. The dirt scrapes against her cheek as she curls into herself, pain burning through her like fire. Her hands become sticky with her own blood as it seeps through the thin material of her jumper. 

So fucking stupid. She’d come to the forest to search for Horklump juice, needed to replace her low stock of Wiggenweld. Ran into a poacher, cast diffindo without thinking. They’d reflected it at her and disapparated. Her own spell slashed through her, cut her down. Now she lays in the foetal position, her blood mixing with the dirt. Sage pats her pockets, feeling for any stray vials. There's only one. She downs the Wiggenweld in one motion, tosses it aside. It’s enough to allow her to stand, to hobble to the nearest floo point. 

She stumbles out into the castle, gritting her teeth through piercing pain. Her ragged breathing and muffled groans fill the empty corridor, echo off the walls like they're mocking her. Sage staggers to the Undercroft. She needs to be alone, assess the damage. There’s no way she’s going to Nurse Blainey, no way she’ll explain why she was in the Forbidden Forest so late in the evening. Like she needs detention right now.

Stupid.

The iron bars screech as they rise, revealing the musty room that’s been a hideout for almost three years. Lurching, she makes her way to the box she keeps on the table. Fishes out a roll of bandages and lifts her jumper gingerly. It’s already soaked. “Scourgify,” she mutters, removing the worst of it. The iron tang nauseates her, or maybe it’s the blood loss. Sage roots around in the crate for a bottle. Essence of dittany, she knows there’s some in here somewhere. She pulls the bottle out, curses. There’s only two drops left in the dropper, not nearly enough to deal with this gash. Fuck it. She spreads what’s left on the deep cut, hissing as it burns into her flesh like little licks of lightning. 

The wound remains, but the bleeding seems to stop, at least. If she had any talent at healing magic she’d try it, but she knows better. The last attempt resulted in even more injury. She'd ended up in the hospital wing for a week, all over a simple splinch. No, the dittany and bandages will have to do. She glances toward the door and removes her jumper, tossing it over the crate. She wraps the bandages around her middle, snug against the throbbing gash. It’s around an inch deep, she thinks. Not severe enough to hit any major organs or arteries. 

Sage waves her wand, conjures a chair and sinks into it. Mutters “scourgify” again, cleans her jumper and pulls it over her head. The chair cushions her, needed relief as she pants from her exertion and blood loss. She’ll find a Wiggenweld in a bit, she only needs to…rest. Her head lolls over the back of the chair. 

The bars rise again, and Sage snaps to attention. It's Ominis, likely seeking some solitude after classes. His tie is loosened, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Shit. 

“Sage? Thought I'd find you here.” He strolls toward the back of the room and settles into a large, dark sofa. He lounges, stretching his lithe body like a cat. “How long have you been here?” 

Act normal. Sage has never been good at showing her weaknesses, not even to someone she trusts as much as Ominis. “Not long. Maybe half an hour.” Her voice trembles, and of course he notices. 

“Sage? Are you alright?” He moves his head toward her, sniffs the air. “Do I smell blood?” 

Fuck. 

“I’m fine, Omi. Only tired. I went to the forest to gather some potion ingredients. Maybe you’re smelling the dirt.” She’s breathing a little harder now, even speaking is tiring her. 

His eyes narrow. “Right, because dirt smells like blood. Are you quite sure you’re okay?” 

“I am. It's been a long day.” 

She knows he doesn’t believe her, doesn’t know what to do about it. Despite his lack of sight, Ominis is perceptive to almost a fault. It’s a fucking miracle he hasn’t caught on to how she feels. The massive crush she's had on him ever since he confronted her outside the Undercroft.

Something about the way he yelled at her that day marked her, forever changed her taste in men. Kind of fucked up, but she supposes it doesn't matter. Ominis is far kinder than his guarded exterior lets on. After they overcame their initial encounter and worked together to save Sebastian from ruining his life, he's been nothing but kind to her. Devout, even. Like she's something he wants to protect. Is that why her heart is racing? Sage hisses, holding her side. The throbbing is getting worse. 

“Sage? Come here.” It isn’t a request. 

Her legs move against her stubborn will, over to the sofa, sinking into the cushions on his left. He faces her, his brow furrowed. “You’re hurt.” It isn’t a question. 

“I…I got a scratch when I was in the forest,” she says through gritted teeth. Her breathing is heavier now, and she’s feeling woozy. She tries to shift and cries out, the pain sharp again. Sage doubles over, groaning. 

“Liar,” he says. He pulls out his wand, passes it over her. “Sage, don’t be an idiot. Let me help you, for Merlin’s sake. You know I’m good with healing magic. Why are you being so stubborn?” 

She pulls back. “It’s in an intimate spot, Omi.” 

“And? You’re hurt. What does it matter?” 

Sage pants. The room's spinning around her, vertigo slams over her like a wave. She collapses sideways, her head lands on Ominis’ lap. “Okay,” she groans. “I’m hurt.” 

He stiffens. He’s not sure where to put his hands, settles on her back. “Sage, if you don’t let me help you, we’ll need to go to Nurse Blainey. I assume you’re avoiding her for a reason. Please, can I tend to your wound? I can smell the blood from here.” His voice is urgent, bordering on begging. 

Her breaths are shallow, fast. She can’t tell if it’s from their proximity or from her injury. “It’s on my side. Here.” She guides his hand, rests it over her injury. “I wrapped it, applied a couple drops of dittany. That’s all I had other than an old Wiggenweld.” 

Ominis pauses. “Sage, I need to lift your jumper. Is that okay with you?” 

She nods, whimpers her affirmation. In for a penny, in for a pound. 

He raises her jumper up with one hand, holding his wand over her with his other. He takes great care to lift it to just below her bra, preserve her modesty. Ominis’ hands are gentle as they unwrap the bandage. He passes his wand over the gash, concern etched in his face. “Worse than I feared,” he murmurs, “but I can fix this.” Grabbing his bag, he fishes out a couple vials. “Sage, these are green, right? Wiggenweld?” 

She lifts her head, peers at them. “Yes.” 

“Drink them. Now.” Again, not a request.

She tilts the vials into her mouth, gulping down the potion. Sage hisses, feeling the dizziness evaporate. She breathes more evenly, her heart slows to a steady pace. 

Ominis runs his fingers through her hair. “Well done,” he murmurs, his voice kind. “I still need to close the cut. You’re lucky I know this spell.” His wand moves above her in a curious twirling motion, and thrice he says, “Vulnera Sanentur.”

A small gasp escapes Sage’s lips. Her skin knits together, and within seconds there’s nothing left of her stupidity except the faintest of scars. She sags, the absence of pain finally allowing her to relax.

Ominis traces his hands over her side, checking for any leftover blood or open wounds. Nothing. He breathes a sigh of relief, doesn’t remove his hands. “I don’t know how many times I’ve begged you to be more careful, Sage.” His voice trembles. “What would you have done if I hadn’t come to the Undercroft?” 

She shrugs. “I don’t know.” Her head’s still resting in his lap, and she really doesn’t want to move. His fingers are still brushing against the bare skin of her side. Slow, soothing strokes. “Thank you,” she whispers.

He pauses for a moment, then continues his light movements. “What else could I have done? Sage, I…I wish you’d remember that there are people who care a lot for you. I wish you wouldn’t be so reckless. What would I do if I lost you?” 

Her breathing is shallow again, for a different reason. I’m afraid he doesn’t care for me in the way I want him to, she thinks. She’s overcome with an urge to tell him how she feels, but how can she? They’ve danced around each other for nearly three years now, neither daring to show their full hand, their honest feelings. 

His fingers drift down the curve of her waist and she shivers against him. 

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice is low, trembles a little. Something in the air around them is shifting, becoming electric. Like every touch he leaves on her skin sends shivers racing over her skin.

Sage’s breath hitches in her throat. “No,” she whispers. 

His hand trails up her waist, over her ribs, ghosting beneath her jumper, against the bottom of her bra. “Is this too much?” 

Her breathing is shaky. “No. I…like it. You can go further, if you’d like.” She doesn’t know what’s happening, only knows she doesn’t want it to stop. The Undercroft is a different room than it was five minutes ago. The atmosphere shimmers with something unknown and dangerous, something intoxicating. 

“Sage…you shouldn't say things so casually. Don't give me the wrong idea.” He stutters out the last few words. 

A flash of bravery edges her forward. Fucking encourage him, you coward.“Maybe it isn’t the wrong idea,” she breathes. She sits up, leans toward him, rests a hand on his chest. “Maybe it hasn’t been for a long time.” 

Ominis’ breath stutters. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” His hand reaches out, finds her cheek. He strokes his thumb over her lips, already parted. 

Sage leans forward, crawls toward him and presses her forehead to his. "Am I, Ominis?"

His lips sear against hers, an inferno. Her first kiss, the only one she's ever wanted. She desperately wants it to devour them both, wants to lose herself in him. She shifts over, straddles his lap. Grinds down, makes her intentions clear. "Did you know," she breathes, "that I've wanted you since you yelled at me outside of the Undercroft?"

He gasps against her lips. "Would you believe me if I said I wanted you not long after?" His hands move down over her waist, cup against her bottom.

That surprises her, but she's not about to break their kiss. "No," she says as they catch their breath. "I wouldn't. I thought you hated me at first." She whines as she feels the length of him harden below her.

"Never," he says. "I just d-didn't," he stutters as she grinds against his clothed cock, "didn't know how to handle the situation. But your voice reached straight into my heart. Then y-you never stepped from my side when Sebastian slid down the wrong path, and s-somewhere," he pants, "I fell in love with you." He grabs her arse and bucks up against her.

Her moans are soft, pleading. Need more friction. Need less clothes. She lifts her jumper over her head, tosses it aside. Rips her bra off, flings it at the wall. Ominis gasps as she raises to her knees and presses her chest against his face, hikes her skirt up and her underwear down.

"Do you want this, Ominis?"

He unzips his trousers in reply. Pulls them down along with his underclothes. "Yes," he sighs. "More than you know."

She sinks down, resumes grinding. Her slick pussy coats him in only a few strokes. For a few minutes they grind together leisurely, murmuring sweet nothings into each other's ears. "Tell me more about when you started to want me," he asks.

She laughs, dragging her lips along his neck. "Something about your passion. It was attractive, even if I was the object of your ire at the time." Sage grinds a little faster, caught in the moment. "And then it was your k-kindness, under that guarded exterior. And then it was just you."

He reaches down and teases her opening with the tip of his cock. They both whine, nearly dizzy with anticipation.

Sage bites his neck, hard. "And for years I touched myself thinking of you. Thinking of something like this happening."

A low growl rumbles in his chest. He lifts her, his hands secure under her arse, gripping it almost painfully. "Put it in." Once again, not a request. Not that she minds. She lines up the tip of his cock with her entrance and sinks down onto him.

They cry out together, and Ominis wastes no time. He holds her bottom elevated in his hands, thrusts up into her without relent. Sage gasps against his lips with every movement, feels like she might burst from the sensation. He's fucking her like every dirty thought, every metaphorical step they've ever danced around each other pours into this very moment. It's a culmination of three years of pent up desire, unsaid words.

He stops and she cries out.

"Move," he says. He spreads her onto her back, grabs her hips and bends over her. His fingers dig into the soft flesh as he thrusts into her. She throws her head back, garbling incoherencies as he angles himself above her, hits deeper than she thought possible. He nips at her neck between the sweet words that flow from his filthy mouth.

It’s too overwhelming, in the best way. And when he reaches down, fumbles around her clit and rubs his thumb in firm circles, she comes undone. Sage spills all her long-held secrets. Her breath is urgent against his ears, makes his cock even harder. “I love you, I have for a long time, I’ve wanted this for so long, you’re so fucking perfect, Omi. I love you.” 

He groans against her neck. "Sage, if you keep speaking so sweetly, I'm going to combust."

She grins, still panting. "So combust. I love you, Ominis."

With a final stuttering thrust he buries his cock deep within her, emptying not only himself but years of pent up want and need. Everything for her. "I love you too," he breathes. "I love you too."

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Deception~

Ch. III | Morax (Zhongli) x Adepus!Reader | Ch. I | Ch. II |

And here it is everyone, the final chapter to “Deception”. That’s all I’m going to say, so enjoy my lovely readers <3

Warnings: Slight mentions of suicide…like just one sentence, but thats it. Some vulgar language, etc. Slight mentions of death.

Word Count: 4.7k

Guizhong had come almost every day for the past 7 months, providing me with gifts for our baby and food for me to eat. It was all so kind and sweet of her to do so. She never asked for anything in return either! Honestly, all of her gestures helped settle my previous doubts with her. Ever since I came back to help my friends from succumbing to their demise, Guizhong always seemed so…cold towards me. I never understood why, however. It really bothered me because she would constantly ignore me or treat me like I was being bothersome towards her whenever I tried to talk to her. When I gave her a compliment, whether it be about her hair or her gadgets that she created, she would always just look me up and down, scoffing a bit afterwards. Now, it seems that that character is gone and has been replaced with a completely new being.

And who knew she was an amazing cook! Every dish she brought to me was different…which I didn’t even know could be possible. And each of them had such a strong and salivating smell, making the dish ten times better. Just the thought of it made my mouth water.

Currently, Morax and I were walking around the palace together, enjoying each other's company and the vegetation that surrounded us.

“And remember that time when Bosa put black ink around the lenses of Xiao’s brass telescope?” I spoke, giggling as the memory suddenly appeared in my head.

“I do. Poor Xiao couldn’t figure out why everyone was laughing at him after he used it.” “It was funny, though. I saw you try to hold back your laugh once you saw the black circle around his eye.” I said to him, making him chuckle.

“I will admit, it was humorous to say the least. Poor boy struggled to get the ink off of his face for days.”

I smiled up at Morax as I saw him smirk from the memory.

I felt his hand slowly wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Though, my baby bump was making it hard for us to get any closer. Boy could I not wait for this baby to get out of me. Sure, it is great that I am carrying our soon to be child, but I was NOT ready for the consequences. I was constantly hungry and had the weirdest cravings ever! I had cramps all throughout my body, and my mood was constantly changing over the smallest things. For example, I accidentally stepped on a butterfly a week ago, and I couldn’t stop crying over it. Morax tried his best to calm me down, telling me it wasn’t my fault. But I couldn’t get over the poor baby butterfly. What if it had a family?? What if it had a mother and father?? So many questions, yet so little answers!!

“My love?” Morax said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Oh, sorry, dear…I was just thinking about that poor butterfly.” I said, making him chuckle a bit.

He placed a finger under my chin, lifting it up so that he could stare into my eyes.

“I could stare into your eyes all day, my love.” He said out of nowhere, catching me off guard. Heat rose to my face from his compliment, making my stomach bounce. Dammit! I still can’t get over his flirting. Pull yourself together, woman!!

He slowly pulled me closer to his face, his lips just inches away from mine. I could feel his breath barely hit my upper lip, making my heart jump.

“I love you, Y/n. With all that I am. You are my everything, and you are constantly in my mind and in my heart. There is not a single day that passes where I don’t think of you. Your beauty, your kind heart, your love…everything. You are all that I have…and that is more than enough. I am the luckiest man to have you as mine…I just hope you know that my dear.” He said, closing the gap between us. 

My eyes teared up a bit from his sweet and loving words, knowing full and well that he truly meant every single word that he spoke. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him as close to me as possible.

He placed his other hand on my baby bump, pulling away from the kiss for a second.

“And I am so happy and excited that I get to start a family with you. Just think, in a couple of months, a mini us will be crawling around, ready to explore the wonders that the world brings them.”

“And we are going to enjoy every second of it.” I spoke back with a small smile, kissing his cheek.

“Indeed, we are. I can’t wait.” He said, a large smile prominent on his face at the thought. He couldn’t wait to hold his newborn child in his arms. He knew it was a big step for the both of you, but he also knew you two were ready for any challenges to come, especially since you two would be at each other's side no matter what.

However, that moment was short lived when you suddenly felt your water break. You looked up at Morax with a terrified look. The baby wasn’t supposed to come until two months later!

“Morax…something is wrong!” You said, making Morax look down at you with concern. Suddenly, you fell in his arms from the pain that was starting to begin in your body as it was preparing you for labor. 

“The baby…it's coming!” You yelled out as you gripped his arm tightly. Morax hissed a bit, but quickly stopped as he realized you needed to get help right away. He picked you up in his arms and ran towards his palace, alerting everyone that you were having the baby. 

“She’s not supposed to have the baby for another two months! How could this be?” A lady said, running up to you to help prepare you for the baby. 

“I don’t know, but right now, we just need to help her. She is in a great deal of pain.” Morax said, worry and panic filling him up. He knew you were way too early, and that alone made him terribly afraid that something was going to happen. What would happen to the baby? What would happen to you?

“Ngh, get this baby out of me!” You yelled, your body glowing from loss of control. 

“What’s going on?” Bonanus ran in with the others, hearing the screaming.

Another lady helping you with the baby walked over to them and pushed them out of the room.

“Hey lady, what’s the big idea?” Bosa asked.

“For once, I have to agree with the bozo. What are you doing?” Menogias asked.

“I'm sorry, but for the sake of Y/n, we are only allowing her husband to be by her side.”

“Why? What’s going on? Is Y/n okay?” Indarius asked with worry.

The lady stayed quiet for a bit, not sure what to say. 

Suddenly, you screamed out loud once more.

“It’s coming! The baby is coming!” 

The Yakshas all perked up at your voice, making sure they heard you correctly.

“Baby?” Bona asked.

The lady sighed, nodding her head.

“But the baby-”

“Isn’t supposed to be due for another two months, yes, I know! Which is why I need you five out of the room so I and my other partner can help her.”

“Is she going to be okay? Is the baby going to be okay” Bosa asked with worry, his voice shaking.

The lady stayed quiet once again.

“I-I am sorry…I can’t answer any more questions. Now if you’ll allow me, I must get back to Y/n and help her. Goodbye.” The lady said, slamming the door in the Yaksha’s faces. 

All five of them looked at each other with fear, not understanding how you could possibly have gone into labor this early.

–

“Come on, you need to push, Y/n! Push, you can do this.” The lady said, seeing the baby's head.

Morax held onto your hand, looking worriedly at your body. He could see that it was glowing, but it was like your body was trying to heal you…and the baby at the same time. What the hell was going on?

With one last push, the baby finally came out and you relaxed as you felt the baby leave your body. 

You felt so weak, however. So tired. The ladies looked at each other with concerned looks as they saw that the baby was not crying as they usually do. Not only that, but it was barely moving as well…it was barely breathing.

“Well? Is the baby okay?” Morax asked, his voice in a panicked state.

The ladies looked up at him and you, both with apologetic looks. One of the ladies stood up, wrapping the baby up in a soft cloth. 

She had tears in her eyes as she walked up to you two, handing you the baby boy.

You stared at him, holding his fragile little body in your arms. Tears instantly formed in your eyes as you realized your baby boy would not be a part of this world for much longer. 

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you saw his tiny hand wrap around your finger.

Not only that, but you sensed that something was wrong with you. You felt unusually weak, almost like there was something in your body that was causing your health to quickly decline. 

You looked up at Morax and saw him in a distressed state. You knew what you needed to do.

You looked down at your baby, softly placing your forehead on his and whispering a few words. 

Quickly, what was left of your power slowly seeped into the baby, allowing it to live just for a little while longer so that Morax could hold him. But you knew it was the final straw for you…even if you didn’t do that to your baby boy, you knew you would’ve eventually ended up this way. 

You had no idea what or how this happened, but you knew that it was unfortunately going to be the end…but you had to hold that back so that you could be there for Morax. 

“Come here, my love…” You said, completely exhausted. 

Morax walked over to you, letting you place the baby in his arms.

Morax started to tremble as he felt the baby's life slowly seep away. Out of all the things to happen, this was one of the things he had prayed would never come to reality. The baby made soft breathing noises, not once opening his eyes. 

“Ikari…” You said breathless, making Morax look down at you. He saw your body in its current state, seeing how lifeless you looked. He was starting to get worried about you as well.

“W-What was that, darling?” He asked, trying to be tough for you. He can’t imagine what you must feel like. You are the mother after all, the one who had to carry the baby and feel the baby the entire time.

“His name…should be…Ikari…” You repeated, a small but sad smile plastered on your face. 

Morax smiled a bit at you, nodding. I think that name is perfect for him, sweetheart.” He said, his voice quivering.

You held onto his free hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Hello, my little Ikari.” Morax whispered softly, caressing your hand with his other hand.

Seconds passed, and all there was was complete and utter silence as everyone grieved. 

“I love you, Morax…and I love you too, my sweet Ikari…” You said, your voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.

Morax instantly felt his heart stop once he felt your grip on him loosen. 

He quickly looked down at you and saw your body limp. 

His eyes widened a bit as he gently shook you, making sure you were still okay.

When your body wasn’t moving, he shook you harder this time, trying to get you to wake up.

“No, no, no, no. Come on baby. Come on. Wake up. Wake up!” He said, trying to do anything to wake you up. You couldn’t be dead…not now. He needed you in his life. “Come on, Y/n. Wake up!” He spoke. He shook your body violently this time with his free hand, desperate to find any sign of life still in you. 

“Morax, that’s enough!” One of the ladies said, pushing him away.

“No! She can’t be dead! I need her! I can’t live without her!” Morax yelled at them, desperately trying to wake you up. Tears were flooding his eyes now as he knew you were gone. 

He knelt to the ground, Ikari still in his arms as he held onto your arm.

“Please…Please don’t leave me. We were supposed to be in this together…” He sobbed. 

He looked back down to his baby boy, seeing him take his last breath of life as he too, slowly passed away in Morax’s arms. 

One of the ladies ran over to Morax and hugged him, tears falling out of her eyes.

Morax just stayed still, completely emotionless as he realized everything, he ever loved…everything he longed for…it was all completely gone forever.

–

Weeks had passed after yours and Ikari’s funeral, and everyone was completely devastated, especially the Yaksha’s. You were like their sister to them. They all loved and adored you. They made a promise to never let anyone hurt you…only for them to fail. Everyone was still so confused. Why did you go into labor so early? 

Guizhong also started to come into the picture more often after your death, visiting with Morax as much as she could.

“Knock knock.” She said, pushing the bedroom door open. She looked and saw Morax in the same position he had been for the past 6 weeks. He was in the fetal position, holding onto your picture for dear life. 

Guizhong rolled her eyes a bit, still frustrated that you were still on his mind. 

“I brought you something to eat.”

“I don’t need it. Leave.” He said, still staring at the photo of you and him together. He stared at your beautiful smile, remembering that day like it was yesterday. You and he had gone to go get some tools to help the Yaksha’s build something. They were taking photos of everything. Random birds, flowers, themselves, and you and Morax together. 

Bosa accidentally threw a rock towards Morax and Morax instantly became annoyed at the fact that Bosa had ruined a sweet moment between the two of you. He lifted up a large boulder, pointing it towards Bosa. When you saw that, you started to laugh as you saw your lover's angry face compared to Bosa’s “Oh shit” face. 

At that moment, Bona took the camera that Guizhong had built and snapped a photo of you two.

You were so beautiful. Your eyes held such happiness. 

Morax’s eyes started to tear up once again as memories of you flooded his mind.

“Ill just set this here for you, then. When I come back, it better be finished. You need the nutrients, dear.” Guizhong said, liking the way that sounded on her tongue.

She then left, but as she did so, her smile slowly disappeared into a scowl. 

“Just be patient, Guizhong. Soon enough, he will finally get over the bitch and fall in love with you~” she said.

–

Years had passed and while Guizhong was hoping for a new romance to appear between her and Morax, she was severely let down when all she came back to was the same old grief-stricken Geo Archon.

She was just getting pissed at this point. Sure, he started to do his “job” again. He began to run the area like he always did, he would help others out, and he would even talk to others…but that was it! He wouldn’t make a move on Guizhong like she had wished and dreamt about.

Eventually, she couldn’t handle it any longer. 

“That’s it!” She yelled, slamming her hands on the table where her and Morax ate. It was completely silent between the two of them, like nothing mattered.

Morax looked up at her, seeing her body full of anger.

“What are you talking about?” He asked her, confused by her sudden outburst.

“Five years.” She said, making Morax glare at her as he knew where she was going with this.

“Five years it’s been since she died! For fuck’s sake, Morax! It’s time to move on! Other people deserve a chance to be with you! I deserve it!” She yelled, quickly getting interrupted by the ground violently moving. 

She looked up at Morax and saw that his eyes were glowing, showing her that he was pissed, no…enraged from what she just said.

“If I were you, I’d watch what you say next Guizhong. For if you say the wrong thing, you will most certainly regret it.” 

“No, Morax. I am done waiting. After all this time, you still have not gotten over her! Well, I have! I got over her long ago! I want to move on…and I want to move on with you! I want you to be with me! I want you to love me like I have loved you for so long, longer before she came into the picture!” She yelled, making Morax slam his hands on the table this time. Unfortunately, he slammed his hands on it so hard that the entire table shattered. 

“How dare you! How fucking dare you! I loved and still love her to this day. There is no one better than her and there never will be. I’m sorry that you feel romantic emotions towards me…but I do NOT. I feel absolutely nothing for you, and I never will. I can’t even fathom the thought of being with someone else other than Y/n. She meant everything to me, and I wish to this day that she was here by my side. I would cross several oceans, fight every creature here on this planet, and destroy all evil if it meant I got to be with her again. She is my heart. She is my love. And there is not a single day that passes where I don’t wish to see her.” He said, his voice breaking down at the mention of you.

He missed you so much that it hurt to just think about you. He missed your warm embrace, he missed sleeping next to you in his bed, he missed your smile, your laugh, your voice…hell, he almost took his life just to be with you once again…but he knew you wouldn’t want him to ever do something like that. 

“In fact, I don’t ever want to see you again! Ever!” He said, making Guizhong’s heartbreak from his words.

‘Now, leave.” He ordered.

‘W-What?” She asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I said, LEAVE!” He yelled, making the ground shake once more.

Guizhong stood up and bowed.

“Yes, Morax.” She said in a whisper, trying to hide her sobs.

She quickly turned around and ran out of the palace, running all the way back to her place to cry it all out.

–

A few months had passed and Guizhong slowly felt her body slowly die from a broken heart and the guilt building up inside of her. She had no more tears left to cry (So I’m pickin it up, pickin it up, sorry just trying to lighten up the mood)

She was walking towards the palace when she saw Bosa walking in her direction. Bosa awkwardly waved at her. However, he quickly ran towards her when he saw her body fall forwards. 

“Guizhong…are you alright?” He asked with concern.

Knowing her final moments were coming to an end, she needed to confess. She needed to confess everything.

“Bosa…I need to tell you all something...something terrible I have done.” She said, slowly going limp.

“Hey, I need your guy’s help!” Bosa yelled, calling to the other Yaksha’s.

They all quickly grouped up together and helped Guizhong into the Palace.

They set her on a table and tried to help her out, but Guizhong stopped them.

“No, do not help me…for I do not deserve it.”

“What are you talking about?” Bona asked.

“I…Have committed a terrible crime...” She spoke out, barely audible.

“Go on.” Indarius said, staring down at the woman with a suspicious look.

“I….” Guizhong started, her throat becoming tight as she tried to find the right words.

“It was I who caused Y/n to die…” She said, causing all of the Yaksha’s to freeze completely. It was completely silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop. Seconds passed as they all tried to process what Guizhong just confessed.

“What did you just say?” Menogias asked with a menacing tone.

“I killed Y/n. The gifts and food I brought her were laced with ingredients that were made to slowly kill her…and the baby.” 

“You bitch, I’m gonna kill you!” Bona yelled, trying to run towards Guizhong, but Bosa stopped her.

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry. I just…I wanted Morax to love me the way he loved her. I fell in love with him first. He was mine to begin with…and then she came in and stole him away from me. I thought he would’ve gotten over her by now…but I was wrong.”

“You’re absolutely right, you were wrong. We all loved her. And you took that away from us.” Xiao said, staring at her with complete and utter hatred.

“And sorry isn’t going to fix the damage you caused everyone. You took something that was important away from us. Someone we all loved and adored. You ripped her and the baby out of our lives just like that.” Indarias sobbed, struggling to speak.

“Do not worry…” Another voice pitched in.

Everyone looked up and saw Morax with pure darkness in his eyes as he had just heard everything Guizhong said.

“Morax…” Guizhong said.

“What do you mean, do not worry?” Bosa asked.

Morax smiled sinisterly at the five of them, placing his hand on the table the Guizhong laid down on.

“Do not worry, for Guizhong will pay the ultimate price. She will descend down to the underworld where no other man wishes to go. She will face her consequences down there…and get what she fucking deserves.” He said darkly, his body full of anger, though he wasn’t showing it.

“I’m sorry, Morax…I really am. I-”

“You should’ve thought about that when you took the love of my life away!” Morax yelled, shaking the entire room.

Tears welled up in Guizhongs eyes once more, feeling her life slowly fade away. But before she let fate take its toll on her, she needed to ask him one more question.

“Why…” 

Morax and everyone else suddenly looked down at her, seeing tears pool from her eyes.

“Why couldn’t you love me…the way you did with her?” She asked, making Morax look deep into Guizhong’s eyes as he fought the urge to yell at her.

“Because you are nothing like her. Y/n is the epitome of life. She brought happiness wherever she traveled to. She loved everyone with all her heart, going as far as putting her own life in danger just to help others. She taught me how to love myself and how to appreciate the life I have now. She taught me what it is like to truly be in love. She taught me what it feels like to fully trust someone. She gave me life. She gave me love. She gave me everything I needed. She truly cared about everyone and their well-being…all while you cared about yourself and this little fantasy in your head. I never loved you, Guizhong. Not even before I met Y/n. And now…the only person who I did love…she’s gone. Because of you…and for that, you will pay the ultimate price…and I will make sure of it.” He said, turning on his heel as he left her to die. 

“M-Morax…I…sorry…” Guizhong said as her last breath of life escaped her mouth, leaving her limp body on the table.

The Yaksha’s watched with hurting hearts, helping get rid of Guizhong’s body to have a funeral for her…if anyone came, that is.

–

Morax walked all the way to your grave, seeing the beautiful display of flowers all over yours and Ikari’s graves. He knelt down, placing a kiss on both gravestones as tears fell down his eyes.

“Hello again, my love and my son.” He started, staring at both of your names engraved on the tombstones.

He sighed, trying to find the right words to say.

“I miss you both dearly.” He started, feeling his body relax.

“I wish you were both here in my arms, feeling how much I love you. I can’t wait for the day until we all meet again…but that is only until my time is over here on this planet. Guizhong’s funeral was only a couple of weeks ago, yet somehow, it feels like it was years away. With you both, however, it feels like only yesterday I just saw you both, alive in my arms. A part of me wishes to blame myself for not seeing it sooner. For not seeing her evil intent…but I know you wouldn’t be too happy with that, Y/n.” Morax said, as a small chuckle came out of his mouth, tears still spilling from his eyes. 

“The Yaksha’s all miss you too. Sometimes they still fight over who would’ve been the better godparent…I think they all would be great. Oh, you would’ve loved them, Ikari. They would’ve made you the happiest boy on the planet.” He spoke, placing his hand on the child’s grave.

He looked behind him, seeing the Yaksha’s waiting for him. He smiled at them.

“And now I’ve got to take care of them. I have to take care of everyone and make sure I do my duty as an archon. I promise to make you both proud.”

“Come on, Morax! We gotta huge list of villages to help!” Bosa yelled.

“Yeah, and this time, can we not allow Bosa to direct us? We almost didn’t make it out alive when he did.” Xiao asked.

“That’s not true! You were the one who gave it to me upside down!” Bosa retorted.

“The words were literally upside down, you big goof!” Bona said

Morax chuckled a bit more from their bickering. He looked back at the graves, smiling sadly at them.

“Looks like I have to cut our conversation short this time…but don’t worry. I’ll be back soon enough to talk with you two for a bit.” He said, standing back up, kissing both graves one last time.

“Until we meet again, my love and my dear son.”

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Currently crying, sobbing, and throwing up! Thank you once again to @sailorstar9 for this wonderful but heartbreaking request! I hope I met your expectations when making this…and it absolutely broke me as I wrote this…so I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY. Jk, but seriously, thank you for this amazing request! Here is the final part of the request btw:

“The poison forced Reader into premature labor; Reader dying from childbirth and the baby boy taking his final small breaths in his father's arms before passing away like his mother. Now that the two main obstacles in her pursuit of Rex Lapis were gone, Guizhong sought to inject herself into the Geo Archon's life, hoping that he would finally see her as a romantic partner. But the Lord of Geo was too stricken by grief to even consider Guizhong as a potential lover and she was firmly rejected. It was only on her dying breath that she confessed her sins towards Reader to the Yakshas sealing her energies away; her final question to Rex Lapis was 'Why do you love her and not me?'”

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Sleepless nights

╰⇢ 29. I love you too (The alternate ending)

Warnings: none

note: welcome to the alternate ending! due to popular demand, i’ve put it upon myself to make in alternative ending with the boy who i got a little too attached to while making the series

also i tried my best to proof read but obviously it’s not perfect

“I…” You hesitated.

What was your answer? You never, in your entire life, imagined your little crushes would ever get this far. Let alone have both like you back.

But now, with everything that has gone down the past few months, you were faced with a difficult situation.

Yuta, the boy who’s been by your side before you could remember. And Toge, the one who single handily made the past few months arguably a lot better.

Both held a special place in your heart, one that would tear you apart if it was replaced with an empty void of their absence.

“I don’t know what to say…” You look down, already expecting to see disappointment if you met his eyes. “I just- I know it’s wrong but… I like you both. But I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings and break what we already have.”

But deep down, you already knew whose feelings you wanted to reciprocate. You just couldn’t admit it out loud.

“I understand.” Toge nodded, although, you didn’t miss the look of dejection that flashed across his soft features.

He turned away, unable to face you, already assuming you’d choose Yuta over him, and he was ready to accept it, and take the steps to move on. But you pulled him into a hug. And you held on tight.

“Wha-” He started.

“Shut up and let me hug you.” You tightened your grip on him.

“But Yuta- what- huh?” He struggled to formulate a proper sentence.

You chose him?

“You’ve made these past few months so much better since you came into my life.”

Toge was stunned, he still couldn’t believe you chose to stay with him. His heart swelled with joy as he turned around to reciprocate the hug.

No combination of words could describe the amount of happiness that filled his body knowing his crush liked him back. All he could do was bask in your warm embrace.

“So…” He started.

“Yes, I like you too, dummy.” You quickly answered his questioning tone.

Toge let out a small chuckle at the nickname. “I’m glad…”

You finally broke the hug and stared at the platinum-haired boy. His vibrant eyes staring right back at you, affection evident in his eyes.

“Do you want to go somewhere…?” The boy extended his hand to you as he turned to the exit. “I know a good ice-cream shop around here.”

“I’d love to.” You smile brightly, happily taking his hand as he led you out through the back exit of the building.

He gestured you towards his car, giving you a slightly over dramatic act as he opened the passenger door for you and then closing it after you entered the vehicle.

“Ready?” He made sure you were buckled up before starting the car.

“Yup.” You watched through the windshield as he backed out of the parking lot and down the busy street.

Soon enough, you guys pulled into a small parking lot, and in the middle of the lot, sat a small diner. Once he parked his car, Toge got out of the car quickly, gesturing for you to stay put. “Let me do something.”

He hopped out of the car and jogged over to your side, opening the door for you and offering you his hand once again to help you out.

You let out a small laugh, taking his hand and following him into the diner. He even held the door for you again as you entered the building. “After you.”

“Why thank you.” You decided to play along.

The two of you stared over the various types of ice cream, weighing the options. When you finally settled on a flavour, Toge made sure that he covered the expenses.

“I can pay!” You reach into your pocket to fish out your wallet.

“Too bad.” Toge was already handing his card over to the cashier to pay for both of your treats.

You let out a grumble as the two of you exit the diner, opting to sit in the comfort of the blond’s car instead. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He offered a small smile.

The two of you sat in silence for a little while, simply enjoying your frozen treats, until Toge broke the silence, a question weighing on his mind. “Why did you choose to stay?”

“You easily made these past few months way better than I ever thought was possible. You’re so easy to talk to and be around, I always feel at peace with you.” The words flowed so easily out of your mouth as you explained your reasoning.

“And y’know, the whole ‘hot weirdo’ thing really did live up to the name.” You shrugged. “You just gave my life another reason to live.”

To say the boy was speechless was an understatement. He never thought that you would reciprocate that same intense feelings he harboured for you. All he could do was smile and look up at the sky and the sun began to set.

“I really like you. Probably enough to say I love you.” He muttered.

No other words needed to be said between the two of you as you admired the sunset. Out of all of those sleepless nights you spent together, this one was definitely the best.

masterlist | the original ending <3

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[mamaestapa]

An Emotional Evening and The Best Feeling Ever

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: You and Joe experience one of the most emotional evenings of your lives…

•word count: 4.5k

•warnings: pregnancy, talks of pregnancy loss, mentions of blood/bleeding, medical terms, angst, crying, fluff, pregnancy milestones (i promise it’s not all angsty)

series masterlist

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March 21, 2023

“Joe," you called out shakily, your voice full of fear and uncertainty, “I'm bleeding.”

Joe and Sam both snapped their heads over in your direction. You’re bleeding? Did you get cut? Sam furrowed his brows in confusion, “What do you mean Y/n?” Your hands were on both sides of your bump as you tried to form words. “I-,” you sniffled, “I need to go to the hospital.”

That’s when it hit Joe. His heart dropped to his stomach. This couldn’t be happening. Not to you, not to his baby. Joe’s face grew pale and he gulped as he glanced up at Sam. All of the anger immediately left their bodies, instead being filled with fear as they noticed your teary eyes and shaky hands that refused to leave your belly. Joe rushed over to you, his voice shaky as he spoke.

“How much?” Was all he could muster out.

“Not a lot, but I shouldn’t be bleeding Joe. Something,” you choked out a sob, “somethings wrong.”

You fell into Joe’s arms, the tall blonde immediately wrapping his arms around you, comforting you while his heart and mind were racing. He reassured you that everything was going to be OK, even though he didn’t know if everything truly was going to be OK. He pulled you away from him, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Baby, we have to get you to a hospital.” You just nodded, your voice not allowing you to speak at the moment. You were extremely overwhelmed with fear and worry for your unborn baby. You and Joe started to quickly make your way back inside of the house when Sam called out to the two of you.

“Wait!” he called, “let me drive you. You sit in the back with Y/n, make sure she’s alright.” You stopped walking with Joe, Joe turned around and shot Sam a look. “You’ve done enough.” He seethed, turning back around and wrapping an arm around you, his demeanor softening immediately, “Let’s go.”

You and Joe went back inside, the two of you receiving looks of confusion and sympathy as they watched you rush through the dining and living room, and into the entry way. As Joe reached for the door, Emma called out to the two of you.

“Y/n? Joe?” she walked up to the two of you, Holly following behind her with a frown replacing her usual beaming expression. “Is everything alright?”

Joe shook his head. You took a deep, shaky breath before you answered. “No. I-I have to go to the hospital. Somethings wrong.”

“What is it? Are you-.”

“She’s bleeding.”

Holly gasped and covered her mouth, tears instantly welling in her eyes, “Oh sweetie. Go, keep us updated please.” You nodded. “We’ll be thinking about you and the little guy.” Emma said, a sad smile on her face, “I’m sure everything is fine though.”

You quickly said goodbye before rushing out the door and getting into Joe’s car. As you sat down in the passenger seat, your thoughts ran wild.

What’s happening? Why am I bleeding?

Is something wrong with my baby? Is something wrong with me?

This isn’t right. This shouldn’t be happening.

What did I do wrong?

Joe’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “How bad was it?” His voice was quiet and hesitant. He was preparing himself for something bad.

“It wasn’t a lot,” you said, voice cracking, “But any amount of bleeding when your pregnant isn’t normal. Maybe when you’re only a few weeks, but I’m almost twenty weeks. That’s not normal, something has to be wrong.” Joe frowned at your words. If something was wrong with you or his baby, he would be absolutely devastated. He continued with the questions like he was your doctor. He was only hoping to give the two of you some sort of reassurance.

“What about pain?” You shook your head, “Maybe a little? I-I don’t really know.”

Joe nodded, “Contraction bad or just a period cramp?” You shook your head again. You weren’t in any pain, just bleeding. “Neither.”

Joe nodded and reached over the center console to grab your hand. He squeezed it gently, “Everything is going to be fine, Y/n.” He sighed, his voice growing just above a whisper as he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. Joe needed some reassurance too. “Everything is going to be fine.”

~time skip~

A nurse immediately admitted you and brought you to a room when you told her you were eighteen weeks pregnant. She did a pelvic exam and ran a few tests. You were still bleeding, but it was less than earlier—which was a good sign. Fortunately for you, Doctor Montgomery was on call today, so she would be in shortly to discuss results and tell you exactly what was happening.

You and Joe sat in tense silence as you waited for Doctor Montgomery. Even though you were both extremely scared, Joe refused to leave your side. He held your hand and stayed by your head throughout all of the blood work and tests. Despite all of his worries about you and his baby, he knew he had to stay by your side. Joe continued to hold your hand as the two of you waited for your OB.

You let out a sigh as you looked over at Joe. He looked like he was going to break down at any moment. This was all very overwhelming for you and him. You gently squeezed his hand, smiling softly at him when there were two quick knocks on the wooden door. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what the doctor had to say.

Doctor Montgomery walked in and greeted you and Joe. All you could focus on were her heels clicking on the floor of the hospital room as she walked over to the counter. She set the manila folder down next to your chart as she washed her hands. Doctor Montgomery turned around to look at you and Joe, a look of concern on her face as she leaned against the counter.

“So I heard you were experiencing some bleeding earlier.”

You nodded as you sat up a bit more in the bed, “Yeah. It wasn’t a lot, but I-we, were still concerned, so Joe brought me in.” Doctor Montgomery nodded, “You did the right thing, Y/n.”

She pulled up a stool that was sitting in the corner of the room, setting it next to your bed. She put her reading glasses on and reached over to grab your chart. As she started reading over the test results. You could feel Joe tense up beside you. You both were fearing the worst.

Doctor Montgomery closed the folder and put her glasses on the top of her head. She put a piece of her dark red hair behind her ear as a small smile made its way onto her face. “I have good news, but I also have bad news. What do you want first?”

“Good.”

“Bad.”

Doctor Montgomery nodded, deciding to tell you the good news first. “I still want to do an ultrasound to check, but the good news is, Baby Burrow is fine.”

You and Joe both sighed in relief. A huge weight was lifted off of both of your shoulders. Your baby boy was OK. Tears welled up in your eyes as Doctor Montgomery reached out and put a hand over yours. She squeezed it gently as she said, “He’s just fine, sweetie.” You nodded as Joe reached out to wipe your tears. You looked down at him, noticing the tears starting to well in his beautiful blues, too. Doctor Montgomery pulled her hand away and cleared her throat as she prepared to tell you the bad news.

“Now the bad news. Y/n, your blood pressure was extremely high when you were admitted. This is not good for you or your baby. Are you under any large amounts of stress right now?”

You were under extremely large amounts of stress right now. All because of your older brother.

You nodded, “It’s complicated, but yes.” Doctor Montgomery narrowed her eyes, “Your brother still being difficult?”

Doctor Montgomery knew all about Sam and his drama. You had told her about how Sam was reacting about the baby at your last appointment.

“Yes. Today was his wife’s baby shower, and he saw Joe and I for the first time since we broke the news to him. We talked for a bit in the backyard and I thought he was coming around, but things got worse when Joe joined the conversation.” you sighed, “Sam just keeps bringing up things that happened in the past, and he doesn’t like that I’m having a baby with his best friend. I’ve been stressed over this for weeks.”

Doctor Montgomery frowned, “I’m so sorry this is happening to you, Y/n. Stress is not good for you or your baby. Your bleeding was caused by your blood pressure skyrocketing in a tense moment and your body being overwhelmed with stress and other emotions. If this continues, you could go into early labor. You need to control your stressors.”

You nodded, understanding what she was saying. You had been under an insane amount of stress the last couple of weeks, and you never even considered the effects it had on your body or your unborn child.

Doctor Montgomery sighed, as she squeezed your hand. “Sweetie, I’m going to give you some advice. I’m not saying you should avoid Sam, but I suggest you try not to talk to him about anything related to your relationship with Joe or your pregnancy.” she glanced at Joe, talking to him too. “Not until the three of you can have a civilized conversation, with no yelling, no accusations, nothing of the sort. Your body cannot handle that stress, Y/n. You have another conversation like the one you had today and you’re putting yourself at risk of going into early labor or losing this pregnancy. I don’t want that for you, and I know you especially don’t want that.”

Joe nodded, deciding to speak up, “We know. Y/n and I both said we’d only talk to him if we can keep things civil. It’s what’s best for everyone.”

You nod along to Joe’s words. You know you have to talk to Sam. But is it worth it? Especially right now after your scare? You and Joe have a lot to decide. But for now, you decide to just focus on the fact that your baby boy is going to be just fine.

“Good.” Doctor Montgomery said with a nod. She was very pleased with your answer. A smile pulled at her lips as she got off the stool, “Now, let’s look at this baby.”

As she got the ultrasound machine ready, you pulled the hospital gown up to give her access to your baby bump. As you pulled the gown up Joe reached over and placed a hand on your belly, rubbing the skin with the pad of his thumb. So many emotions were running wild through Joe right now. One one hand, he was so happy and relieved that his baby boy was still alive and healthy in your womb, but on the other hand, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. In his mind, it was his fault that you were bleeding and in the hospital right now.

You grabbed Joe’s hand, pulling it away from your belly and holding it tightly in your own hand as Doctor Montgomery spread the cool jelly along your bump. She brought the ultrasound wand down to the gel covered area, moving it around as you and Joe watched the screen. Suddenly, a silhouette of an eighteen week old fetus appeared on the screen.

“There he is.” Doctor Montgomery said, smiling widely. She adjusted the screen so you and Joe could look at your baby boy. She continued to move the wand around your belly, showing the two of you different angles of your baby, and pointing out all of his anatomy, plus his ten little fingers and ten little toes.

“No sign of fetal distress, uterus and placenta looks perfect. He’s wiggling around a lot too, you should be able to start feeling little kicks anytime now.” Doctor Montgomery smiled at you and Joe. You and Joe let out another relieved sigh. Your son is perfect and healthy.

Doctor Montgomery pressed a button on the machine, and a fast whooshing sound filled the room. It was your baby’s heartbeat. You sniffled as you listened to the beautiful sound. Joe gently squeezed your hand, bringing it up to his lips and placed a kiss on your hand that was entwined with his. His own eyes welling with tears once again as he listened to his sons heart beat fast and strong.

“Heartbeat is one forty-two. He’s got a strong and healthy heartbeat, mom and dad.” She smiled, letting you and Joe just listen to the whooshing sound for a few moments, knowing it filled both of you with comfort and relief. After a couple minutes she removed the wand from your belly and handed you a hand towel to wipe the gel off of your skin. Doctor Montgomery turned the machine off and gave you and Joe both a sincere smile.

“Your baby boy is fine and healthy. Y/n, try to control your stress and keep your blood pressure down. I’ll see you in a couple weeks for your twenty week appointment. I’ll give you two a moment.” your OB said with a nod. She walked over to the door and spoke again before she walked out of the room, “When you’re ready, the nurse will come in with some discharge papers and then you’re free to go. Take it easy, OK?”

“Thank you.” Joe said, nodding at the doctor. She nodded and smiled at the two of you before leaving the room. Once you heard the click of the door shutting, you and Joe finally broke. All of the emotions you were feeling in the last couple hours came flooding out all at once. Your shoulders shook as you cried into your hands. Joe wrapped his arms around you as he sniffled. You leaned into his touch and took your hands away from your face and wrapped them around his body. No words were exchanged between the two of you, but you were at least there to comfort one another.

Joe pulled himself away from you and sat back down in the chair, bringing it closer to the side of your bed. He moved himself in the chair so that he was now eye level with your belly. Joe reached out and put a hand on the center of your bump. He brought his face close to the skin of your abdomen. You could feel Joe’s chin quiver as he repeatedly placed gentle kisses on your tummy with his plump lips. You frowned and brought your hands down to his dark blonde waves, tears welling in your eyes as you watched him break down.

Joe was so worried he had lost his baby boy. The tears falling rapidly from his eyes were tears of relief and guilt.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out, continuing to bury himself into your bump. You didn’t know if he was saying sorry to you or the baby boy.

“He’s OK Joe, our boy is OK.” You said, voice shaky and full of emotion as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. Joe nodded against your skin, rubbing your bump gently as he placed one last kiss to your side. He brought his head up and wiped his eyes, drying his face of his tears. He looked up at you, the whites of his his blue eyes red from crying.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. It’s my fault you’re here right now. If I didn’t start that argument with Sam, you wouldn’t be here right now.” Joe said quietly, his voice cracking with emotion. You shook your head and grabbed his hands, making him look at you.

“This is not your fault, Joe. It’s nobody’s fault.”

It’s true. It’s nobody’s fault. Well…someone is at fault for all of the stress you’ve been under, but it’s no one’s fault for you being in the hospital right now. You can discuss the stressor later…

“These things just happen sometimes.” You stroked Joe’s hands, your thumb tracing a vein that ran from his hand up his arm. “But I’m OK, and so is the baby. That’s all that matters.” You said, your voice quiet. Joe just nodded and wiped his eyes and nose, composing himself. He looked up at you and grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently.

“I love you.” he said wholeheartedly. You smiled and leaned over to kiss Joe. You pulled away and cupped his cheek, stroking the bits of stubble that were beginning to grow back. “I love you too, Joe.”

The two of you took a few more moments to compose yourselves before you filled out the papers to get you discharged. Now that you knew you and your baby boy were both healthy and growing, you were ready to get back home and get some much needed rest after the stressful day you had today.

~time skip~

It was around seven in the evening when you and Joe got back to his house from the hospital. Joe refused to take his hand off of your bump the whole drive. home. Not only was he comforting you with his touch, but holding your bump continued to give him peace of mind knowing his son was still safe and sound in there.

Joe pulled into the driveway, both of you letting out soft sighs once the car was in park. You were both ready to just sit down and relax for the rest of the evening. It’s been a long and emotional day for the two of you.

Once you and Joe were in the house, Joe offered to run a bath for you. You gratefully accepted his offer, knowing that would be the perfect way for you to unwind and calm yourself. You waited in the kitchen while Joe ran upstairs to get your bath ready. You were so thankful for him. He’s always been so sweet with you, even before you were pregnant with his baby. Joe used to run baths for you when you were on your period or when you were just having a rough day, all the time in his college apartment at OSU. Seeing Joe get a bath ready for you right now brought back so many good, nostalgic memories.

You made your way upstairs, thanking Joe for the bath before he walked out of the bathroom and gave you some time to yourself. You got undressed and as soon as your body hit the warm, soapy water, you could feel yourself feeling even more relaxed. Your mind wandered as you soaked in the warm bath. All you could think about was being with Joe in college, and how you deeply wished the two of you could be like that again. You never lost feelings for Joe, and you know he never lost feelings for you either. As much as you would love to talk to him about this, you know you have to save it for another day. The two of you have already been through too much emotionally, today.

After your bath, you got dressed into comfortable clothes. You put on a light pink tight tank top that made your baby bump pop, along with a pair of gray nike sweatpants. You went back downstairs and walked into Joe’a living room. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, talking on the phone with his mom.

“Yeah, we’re home now.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “He’s great. Doctor said we should start to feel him kick from the outside soon, so I’m pretty excited to feel him.”

You walked further into room, Joes eyes lighting up as soon as he saw you. His eyes trailed down your body, a smile pulling at his lips, “Yeah I will. I love you too. Bye mom.”

You sat down on the couch next to Joe as he hung up and put his phone in his pocket. He leaned back against the couch, draping an arm around the back behind you.

“How was your bath? Do you feel any better?” You nodded, “Much better. It was nice. Just like I remembered.” Joe looked over at you, humming as he smiled softly. “Just as good?” “Just as good.” You confirmed. Joe chuckled as he too thought about the times he would run baths for you in college. What good memories…

Joe had turned on the Tv, starting to play the episode of Sons of Anarchy that you had left off on. (a/n: i had to. i literally love that show sm lol) As you were laying against the back of the couch next to Joe, you could feel your baby moving around. They weren’t any big movements, but they were definitely noticeable—at least to you. You placed a hand on the side of your bump where you could feel the most movement. You started to gently push on your tummy, hoping for your baby boy to kick back. Joe watched as you pushed into your tummy, his eyebrows furrowed as worry filled his blue eyes.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" he asked in a serious, concerned tone. You shook your head, “Nothing, I just felt-.” You let out a gasp when you felt it. Your baby had just kicked.

Joe sat up in the couch and reached for the remote, pausing the Tv.

“Are you OK? Do I need to take you back to the hospital? Y/n you’re scaring-.”

"Joe, shut up!” you laughed, cutting him off. “Put your hand right here.” you exclaimed with a happy smile. You grabbed Joe’s hand and put it on your tummy to see if he could feel what you had felt moments ago. A few minutes had passed, and nothing had happened. You were convinced he wasn’t going to do it again. You could feel some little flutters near your belly button, so you grabbed Joe’s hand and moved it to where you could feel the movement placing it near my belly button. Suddenly, you felt a jolt right where Joe’s hand was placed.

Joe gasped, glancing over at you. “Oh my god.”

“Did you feel that?!" you asked, smiling happily. Joe nodded smiled, laughing. "Y/n, our baby just kicked!" Your laughter matched Joe’s as the two of you continued to feel around your tummy, excitedly waiting to feel the baby kick again. When he didn’t feel anything for a couple minutes, Joe had you adjust your position on the couch so that he could talk to the baby.

“Come on buddy, do it again for daddy..." he whispered against your bump. Joe moved his hand to a different spot, suddenly you felt another one of those feelings before the kick came on in your upper abdomen. You quickly grabbed his hand, and pressed it to the spot, just in time for both of you to feel another small kick.

Joe smiled widely, you doing the same. He kissed your bump, “You gave us quite the scare today little man. It’s good to feel you move around. I love you so much.” He placed another kiss to the side of your belly before he sat back up in his spot, and pulled you into a tight embrace. You were both over the moon to feel your baby boy kick for the first time.

"Wow..." he breathed out, "that is the most amazing, yet weird feeling ever."

"Yeah, it really is." you replied, still in awe. Joe unpaused the Tv as you leaned into his arms. You felt your eyes grow heavy as you put your attention back to the snow. The baby had stopped moving, but that didn’t stop Joe from trying to feel another kick. He put a hand back on your stomach, pressing into it every so often to get the baby to move.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, Joe gasped, “Was that a kick?"

"Nope..."

He sighed and moved his hand, "Oh! How about now?"

You giggled, "No, Joe."

"Damn." he rested his hand there in that spot on the side of your belly. Your eyes fluttered closed when you were woken up once again by Joe.

"What about now?" he asked, glancing down at you. You sighed, "No,” you pulled his hand off of your bump, “your son is probably sleeping, and you're disturbing him. If you disturb him, he won't do it."

Joe yawned and leaned down to rest his cheek against the top of your head. “I guess you're right. I just want him to do it one more time."

You turned to face him, “Can I take a quick nap, please? Your baby and I are tired. It’s been a long day.” Joe chuckled, "Go ahead, take a nap. I’ll leave you and the little man alone. It’s been a long day for all of us."

You smiled and laid your head on his chest. “I’m sure he’ll be awake when I wake up. You can try to feel him again in a couple hours.”

Joe just chuckled as you closed your eyes and dosed off, the sounds of an intense Sons of Anarchy episode playing in the background. While you were asleep, Joe softly stroked your arm. He kissed the top of your head, uttering those three words and more to you that he desperately wanted to say to you when you were awake.

“I love you Y/n. You and our baby mean so much to me. I’ll make up for everything I did wrong to you all those years ago, I promise.”

hey loves!!

so, the baby is OK!🥹🤍 it was an emotional couple of chapters, but things are going to start getting a lot better for y/n and joe. (well…besides sam and his drama, we’ve still got a bit with that.)

i did not edit or proofread this chapter lol. was definitely angsty, but i think the fluffy ending is what we all wanted to see :)

i hope you’re all enjoying this series!! we’ve still got a lot to go with this one, so i hope you’re all ready for what’s to come. it’s the perfect mix of fluff and angst

I’ll be posting “Lover” either tomorrow night or friday! i hope you’re all having a great week. thank you again for all of your continued love and support!🤍

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[forever-rogue]

oh my god nurse steve is the best thing ive heard. I feel like he’d be the sweetest especially to the kids who come in sick or injured. Okay but what if one day he has a bad day (loses a patient he was close to maybe) and he just crawls into your arm and cries bc he spends all his time taking care of other ppl that he needs someone to take care of him.

AN | I love Nurse Steve and I love that you all love Nurse Steve too🥺🥺 This one gets pretty emotional, so be prepared. This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Mild Language, Death Mention

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.2k

Masterlist | Nurse Steve, Steve, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He’d been working long hours. He always worked long hours, but these had been even longer. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to only see each in passing on the days he was working his long shifts. Often it was only for a hello or goodbye, and a quick kiss. You could see that it was getting heavy and slowly draining him. You tell he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

But Steve - Steve with his pure heart of gold - never took anything out on you. He could have been experiencing the absolute worst day, ready to explode, but he’d never do so much as snap at you or raise his voice. You wished there was something you could do for him. All you could do was try your best to support him. You tried to do it through things like making sure his lunch, or dinner, or breakfast was always prepared, that he always had fresh coffee, that his scrubs were clean. It still never felt enough, but you were trying. For him you would always try.

You weren’t sure how much longer he could continue on at this pace before it all became too much. 

Unfortunately it all came to a head one late evening. 

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It was late into the evening but you were still in bed, reading through a battered copy of Pride and Prejudice that you must’ve read a hundred times by now. You were vaguely aware of the front door opening, thinking nothing of it for a moment until you realized what you’d heard. Panic welled up as you jumped out of bed and tip-toed out into the hall to see what was going on. To your surprise, there was Steve, leaning against the door, a weary expression on his handsome face. 

“Stevie?” you asked softly, wasting no time in going over to him to see what was wrong. He looked up at you, dark circles on his red-rimmed eyes with a devastated expression on his face. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. You pulled him into your arms and held onto him tightly, wrapping him up in your arms and love. He clung onto you as tightly as possible, burrowing his face into your neck as he took a shaky breath in, “oh baby.”

You didn’t move, instead just holding him, rubbing his back in soothing patterns, softly whispering a few words of praise to him. At some point, he hadn’t been able to keep his emotions suppressed any longer, and he let it all out. He took a shuddering breath before the tears welled up and ran down his face. You felt them soak into your sweater - one that had belonged to him at some point - but none of it mattered. Your only concern was him; everything else was replaceable, but he was not. 

“My love,” you tenderly brushed your hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, “I’ve got you, Steve. Let it all out.”

One of the things you’d learned early in your relationship with your nurse, was that you shouldn’t tell people that it was okay or you’re okay. Because sometimes things weren’t okay, sometimes people weren’t okay. And that was okay - it was okay not to be okay. And right now, you knew your husband was very not okay.

After a little bit, the tears lessened and his breathing evened out. You pulled back for just a moment, touching his ruddy cheek tenderly before brushing away the half-dried tears. He preened into your touch, and sniffled slightly as you looked at him with adoration, “‘m sorry.”

“No sorries,” you insisted softly, “there’s absolutely nothing to be sorry for, love. Please don’t ever apologize for how you’re feeling.”

“I…” he inhaled and exhaled slowly before nodding, “I love you. So fucking much.”

“I love you,” you took his face gently in your hands before pressing soft kisses all over his cheeks, “so very much, Steve.”

“I-I don’t know what I’d do if something ever-”

“Shh,” you gently put a finger to his lips, “let’s not focus on that either.” 

“Can you…I don’t….know.”

“You always take care of me so well, my love. You’ve helped through so many colds, a broken ankle, a dislocated elbow, and so many more things. Plus, you show me so much love every single day,” you reminded him and you saw the faintest bit of a smile tug up the corner of his mouth, “let me take of you, baby.”

“Please,” he nodded as every last little bit of his guard went down and he almost fell into your arms. You did your best to hold him, before slowly shuffling towards the bathroom. You flicked on the light and settled him on top of the toilet, before silently moving to run a bath, filling it with the bubbles that he loved but would never admit to. 

After making sure it was the perfect temperature, you turned to your husband and gently tugged at the hem of his top, taking it off once he silently obliged. Holding out your hand, you helped him to his feet before removing the rest of his clothing before he stepped into the bathtub. He settled down into the warm, softly scented water, closing his eyes as he rested against the cool tile. 

“I don’t know if a bath fixes or solves anything, but it always comforts me,” you mused as you sat on the floor next to the tub, leaning against the edge.

“Mammalian Diving Reflex,” he whispered as a small smile settled on his face, “it’s a biological response. Water comforts us from an evolutionary standpoint - from before we evolved to live on land.”

“Interesting,” you thought about what he said and nodded, “makes sense, even if I don’t understand all the nuances. Teaching me something new all the time, my love.”

“It’s helping,” he reached for your hand, which you eagerly offered him, threading your fingers together as he rested them at the edge of the tub, “you’re helping.”

“I’m always here for you,” you promised, “always, forever, whenever.”

“I know,” he nodded, blinking back a fresh wave of tears as he looked at the ceiling, “w-will you come in? With me?”

“Yes,” you agreed, “of course.”

You rose to your feet and slowly stripped off your pajamas, tossing them into the pile with his clothes. You took his proffered hand and slowly got into the water, sitting into between his long legs. You looked at him, looking at him softly and relaxed, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you took his hand and pressed a small kiss to his knuckles, “I love you, Steve, and I want to take care of you, just like you take care of me.”

“I’m so lucky you came into my life,” his hands settled on your waist as he pulled towards him, perching you on top of his thighs. He was craving closeness, wanting to feel your skin on his, the tender intimacy of being together.

“I came into your life because I’m a clumsy fool,” you grinned, “and you happened to be on duty. It was a happy twist of fate…even if it did take what felt like five hundred years for my ankle to get better.”

“We’d have met some other way,” he insisted firmly, affection lacing his tone, “I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah,” you nodded sweetly, “I like to think so too. You’re my soulmate, Steve Harrington. Now, will you let me take care of you? Wash your hair and body?”

“Yes,” his big brown eyes were so soft and tender as he shyly nodded, “I’d really like that.”

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You took your time to take care of Steve. You washed his hair, taking your time to make it more like a relaxing massage than anything else. You followed up with conditioner to keep his pretty head of hair nice and smooth. You scrubbed every inch of his skin with reverence, trying to strip away every last bad thought and moment of the day to create a renewed sense of stillness. 

When you were thoroughly satisfied with how clean he was, his cheeks fresh and pink, and eyes growing more tired, you dried him off and put him into a pair of clean pajama pants and sweater. You followed suit with your own pajamas and crawled into bed, motioning for him to join you. 

You normally took the place of the small spoon, but tonight you pulled him into your arms, cuddling him into your soft, pliant warm body. You kept your breathing steady and even as he rested his head on your chest, hoping it would lull him to rest. You were running a hand through his slightly damp locks, humming softly to soothe him.

Luckily, it felt like he was managing to relax. It was silent for some time, only the faint chirping singing of the nighttime insects and creatures floating into the room, a faint golden glow coming from the bedside table. You were wide awake and you’d remain wide awake all night if you had to in order to make sure he was taken care of and able to rest. 

He broke the silence after some time, tightening his grip on, grounding himself in your essence, “I was sent home tonight.”

You swallowed thickly, mind already reeling with possibilities; he’d never been asked to leave work before. You didn’t push him, didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but in the end he always told you what was going on, “I…I lost a patient today.”

“Oh,” you choked up almost immediately. You couldn’t even begin to fathom how that felt, how he felt. All you knew was that it would never, ever, be anything short of devastating.

“It was a child,” he confessed almost like it was some sort of sin that he needed to atone for you, “a girl, only seven.”

“Steve,” he’d sat up by now and was looking at you with glistening eyes and trembling lips, “oh, my love.”

“She was so young,” he sniffled, “so small. And I…I couldn’t…there was nothing we could do. But I tried so hard, I-I did everything I could and it still wasn’t enough.”

“Steve…” you touched his face, unsure of what to say. You weren’t sure if there was anything you could say to make it better, “I am so sorry that you had to go through that. I’m sorry to her family…I can’t even begin to imagine how you or they feel.”

“I didn’t do enough,” the tears rolled down his cheeks and all you could think to do was to wrap your arms around him and pull him tightly into your body, “it’s not fair. Why her?”

“Steve,” you couldn’t help but cry along with him, wishing you could take some of the emotion and burden off his shoulders and onto yours, “oh Steve. I know you, and I know you did everything you could.”

“But it wasn’t-”

“It wasn’t your fault, Steve,” you pressed a kiss to the side of his head, “I know that me saying that doesn’t help, and doesn’t make it better but it’s true. You do everything with your whole heart, and I know you’d never give up.”

“Her parents…the looks on their faces…I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much pain,” he clutched onto you like you were his lifeline, the only thing keeping him in check, “I’ve never…never had to…fuck.”

“Shhh,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “let it all out. Just let it go, you’re safe here.”

“Normally it’s…easier to compartmentalize and show push the feelings down, but today I couldn’t. It was just too much,” he rested his forehead on your shoulder, “I’ve never felt worse. I-I never want to feel like that again. It just…it hurts so bad. I just….I don’t even know.”

“I wish I could make it all better,” you whispered, “but I can’t. I don’t know if anyone can. I guess it’s going to take time. But, Steve, I am here for you. Always and however you need me, yeah?”

“I know,” he let out a shuddering breath and hugged onto him even tighter, “I love you so much. You really are my angel.”

“Steve,” you rocked him gently, doing your best to calm him down, “I love you more than life itself. There’s no quantifiable way to put it into words…endlessly. You’re going to get through this, and I’ll be right there by your side.”

“Okay,” he pulled back and nodded, his voice raspy and low, “will you…will you just hold me tonight?”

“Of course I will,” you promised, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips which he accepted with a soft sort of hunger, “always, my love. Always.”