#truly sorry to that one commenter who said they hope nothing happens to y/n and reader

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Mafia!Jade Leech x Mafia!Reader

Link to part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ten, eleven, twelve!

Notes and TW: I apologize if this chapter is a bit messy, but answers are coming soon! This series will have mentions of blood, violence, crime (kidnapping, attempted assassination, extortion), and harassment, as one might expect from a mafia AU. Please enjoy!

Tags: @guava-writes @itszzmoon @twstsandturns @myteacupisempty @rou-luxe @chikitasmol @night-shadowblood-writes2 @haveneulalie

Your phone rings in your pocket. A little flustered, you pat your pockets for your phone with your free hand. Annoyance flashes in Jade’s eyes as he prepares to let go of your hand, but you curl your fingers in his grasp and hold onto him while you fish up your phone. His body stiffens.

“Oh, it’s Floyd.” The call cuts off just as you’re about to answer it. He’s so impatient. A string of texts pop up on your screen. “He needs me right now for . . . something? He’s being super vague.”

Jade doesn’t respond. You snap your fingers in front of his wide eyes.

“Jade? Hello?”

He blinks once, twice. “Oh. Yes. Floyd.”

“Yes, Floyd. He wants me to go back for something. Are you okay?”

“Yes. Yes, of course.” He intertwines his fingers with yours and holds them gently by your sides. His skin feels as soothingly cool as ever. “Shall we go?”

“Actually, Floyd wants me to go alone this time.” The texts he sent are rather adamant about it. You aren’t sure what requires this degree of secrecy. “It might be important?”

“If it’s important, I don’t see why I should be kept in the dark.” His grip tightens on your hand, just enough to be firm, not overbearing. “I’m sure he can be convinced.”

“I guess you’re right. I can’t really think of why he doesn’t want you to know.”

“Whatever it is, I know of it now, so I may as well tag along.”

He’s so stubborn. Just as you concede, you get a call from Azul. You pick up with growing curiosity. Azul right after Floyd?

“What’s the matter?”

Azul’s voice sounds strained. “Can you go back to the twins’ residence? There’s a problem.”

“What’s the problem?”

A pause. “Is Jade with you?”

Mutual understanding fills the space between you as you make eye contact with Jade.

“No, he isn’t. Why?”

“Floyd just—wait—”

The sound of shattering glass. The line goes dead.

You grip Jade’s hand. “Let’s go. Should I call a taxi?”

“No.” He presses a kiss to your fingers again. Before you can even process that, he lets go. His cool touch lingers on your skin. “The sea is faster.”

He shrugs off his blazer, then unbuttons his waistcoat. The expensive clothes drop onto the sand in his haste. His fingers make quick work of the buttons on his shirt. They open in succession in a way that mimics drawing back silk curtains on a canopy bed, revealing his collarbones, bare chest, solid abs, all awash in red and gold tones of the setting sun—

You look away. There’s no need to watch the process of his transformation into his mer-form. Of course not. Certainly not when it’s causing sweat to gather under your collar. Focus. You need to clear your mind and prepare yourself for what might have happened at the mansion. That’s right, focus—

“You may look if you’d like.” His shadow overlaps yours. Cold fingers tangle around your own, capturing you like tendrils of seaweed snagging a hapless diver. His voice coos in your ear and seeps into your mind. “I would not mind it. Merfolk are not squeamish about nudity the way land-dwellers are.”

You swallow hard, but it does nothing to help the heat starting to emanate from your cheeks. It’s strange. You’ve seen the twins shirtless before, many times. Neither of them are shy about it—in some ways, they actually prefer it. You just haven’t ever seen them in the process of taking off clothes. The way fabric slides away to reveal skin, the way his nimble fingers slip the buttons out of place . . . .

“Too bad I’m a squeamish land-dweller. Hurry up! We need to get there quickly.”

“As you wish.”

He squeezes your hand lightly. Before he can let go, however, a shriek pierces the air.

You whirl around. Standing in the middle of the deserted beach, the dying sun lighting her hair up in fiery shades, is (Y/N).

Panic is the first thing that shoots through your heart. She wasn’t supposed to see you for the duration of the story. But maybe this is just a minor scene that won’t affect the major plot? It can’t be. Her features twist into an ugly glare you have never seen on her before, a nasty expression you weren’t even aware she was capable of making. It tamps down whatever relief or hope you might’ve had from seeing her again after several weeks.

“(Y/N)?” Something ice cold grips your heart. You step towards her. Why did she scream? Is she alright? Is she hurt? Did something scare her? You scan your surroundings. The three of you are alone on the beach. No external threats. You need to make sure she’s alright. You need to find out why she’s glaring at you like she wants to rip out your heart. You need to go back to the mansion. You need to help Floyd and Azul. There are too many things pulling you in different directions. Your thoughts go haywire. Who do you go to? Who do you prioritize? What’s most important here?

Who do you care about more?

A tug on your hand snaps you back to reality.

“Go,” he says, placing himself in front of you. You stare at the hills and valleys of the muscles on his back. “Call a taxi. I’ll take care of this situation.”

You don’t even know what “this situation” is. (Y/N) is livid, and her glare is aimed at you. She points at you, storming over with a wild look in her eyes. You flinch. It is the first time you have ever seen her like this. She is sweet and mellow, kind and caring, never one to radiate hatred. This is not her nature. This is not the (Y/N) she is supposed to be—no, this is not the (Y/N) you have come to know.

“You!” Poison drips from her voice and sears your eardrums. “So you’re the one who’s been fucking everything up! It’s all ruined because of you! Everything. Everything. It’s all because of you!”

“Go,” Jade urges, releasing your hand. You stay rooted to the spot.

What is she saying? What did you ruin? Guilt tears at your chest. Why is she so angry at you? She’s your best friend. Your best friend can’t hate you.

“You’re the bitch who’s been fucking up the plot. I did so much to get here, and you’re making it all useless! Get out! Just disappear! This was supposed to be perfect. It’s supposed to be exactly as I wanted. This time, everything is supposed to go my way!”

The plot? She knows about that? But how? Does she also have a copy of the manuscript? You’ve been doing everything you can to make sure things follow the plot. Is she talking about something completely different? Things are moving too fast for you to think everything through. There’s an alien glint in her eyes. Something more than anger. Something murderous. She lunges for you, only to be stopped by Jade as he steps between you two.

“Don’t touch her.” His firm voice chills the air. She freezes on the spot, looking like she was slapped across the face.

“What? No. No, no, no. You’re supposed to be on my side. You’re supposed to say I’m right, no matter what. Why are you defending her?” She pulls at her hair and hunches over. “He was right. You aren’t following the story at all. You’re supposed to love me. You’re supposed to be madly in love with me! Why? What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with all of you?”

You step forward, half of you wanting to do anything at all to comfort her. The other half screams at you to hurry back to the mansion. You’re still torn. The scene is a sand castle, and it’s crumbling in your hands faster than you can put it back together.

She throws her head back, staring at the sky, before pinning her gaze on you. “It’s all your fault. Who the fuck are you to come here and seduce my Jade? You’re just an extra. You don’t even have a name. You’re just Friend A! You’re a useless side character who doesn’t even matter after a couple pages. Who do you think you are?”

Jade’s fingers curl into fists. His voice thins with his patience. “That is enough. Shut your mouth before I carve it off of you.”

Tears fill her bloodshot eyes. “What are you saying? You’re in love with me. That’s no way to talk to me, and you know it. You love me. You’d do anything for me. Right? Say I’m right. Say I’m right, Jade!”

You can’t see his face. You’re honestly glad for it. (Y/N) reacts to his expression with a recoil of genuine fear.

“You must be mistaken. I don’t love you. I never have, and I never will.”

Tears stream down her face. She tries to grasp his arms, only for him to smack her hands away. She cradles her hand against her chest and bites her lip so hard it starts to bleed.

“You don’t love me? You’re lying. The story says you should love me. Why don’t you love me? You’re being cruel, Jade. You’re supposed to be sweet to me. I’m the only one you’re supposed to care about! Love me. Love me, love me, love me, love me!”

She screeches, a bone-chilling cry that slices the evening air. You step towards her, brushing past Jade’s protective arm. Her gaze focuses on you. Just as you get close enough, she lunges for your throat. Her nails touch your skin. And your surroundings burst into brilliant white light.

White.

There’s nothing here.

Just white space.

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And suddenly, there’s something.

You blink rapidly as you find yourself in a small, cozy room. A warm, crackling fireplace casts warm light over soft fabrics and old furniture, contrasted against silvery moonlight spilling in from a large window. Bookshelves stretch from floor to ceiling. Knit blankets drape over throw pillows and two armchairs, one of them occupied. You shift into a defensive stance and your Signature Spell envelops your body on instinct.

A middle-aged man raises his head. There’s something odd about him. His clothes are outdated, his demeanour too calm. His thin frame and mild-mannered smile makes him seem like less of a threat, but you know better than to underestimate anyone.

“Good evening,” he says, folding his hands in his lap. “I apologize for the abrupt intervention, and I hope you are not too confused from your trip here.”

“Who are you? Where am I?” It seems like he’s the one who brought you here. What was that bright light earlier? A teleportation spell? What about Jade, (Y/N), Azul, and Floyd? “Actually, don’t answer that. Send me back. Right now.”

“I understand your distress, but I think we are due for a conversation. Why don’t you join me for a cup of tea? As one close to you might note, a soothing cup of tea will help you relax.”

There’s already tea on the table. Only now do you realize it smells of lavender. Was it always there?

“I’m not drinking or eating anything you give me. Send me back.”

“Goodness, young people are so hasty. There is much to the world that you may only learn of when you slow down. I’d expect you, out of all the characters, to agree with me.”

“Characters?” Your shoulders tense. He also knows about the story. “Tell me what you know.”

He gestures to the armchair across from him. “Please take a seat. This may take quite some time, and as it is rather far outside what you may consider to be your realm of possibility, please suspend your disbelief. You may believe what you choose to. I, for one, promise to you that everything I say is the truth.”

You curl up into the armchair, eyes never leaving him. He promised you answers, and you’re willing to hear him out. No matter what manner of strange things he says, you’ll parse the truth of the matter out of it.

“Well, now, how shall I begin?” He takes a sip of tea, the scent of lavender mixing with the smoky scent of the fireplace. “Let me first explain to you the setting, as any good story may start. This world that you live in, your existence, as well as the existence of everyone else in your life—all of this is part of a story. And I am a . . . hm, how exactly shall I phrase it? I suppose to characters like you, my existence is somewhat similar to a god.”

[ivysoul]

can i request a leon kennedy fic where the reader takes him home after he’s been out drinking at the bar and he drunkenly confesses how much he loves the reader and fantasizes about them in a relationship and throws in some suggestive comments!

the reader writes it off to his drunkenness but the next morning he confesses it was all true (drunk actions are sober thoughts) and they end up hooking up, but in the aftercare Leon asks the reader if they could be his significant other? :)

hope this made sense!

this is so cute i genuinely smiled.

[cw] mentions of alcohol, drunk confessions, smut, i had to use y/n like once i’m so sorry i rlly didn’t want to. i hate to admit that this is less smut than i wanted to write initially. best believe this isn’t proofread either.

and they were roommates…

Third time this week. Third time driving down to the bar, helping a drunken Leon into the car, and carrying him upstairs. Truthfully, you were fed up, but you didn’t say anything to him. You thought that maybe he was going through something in his head—maybe all of the missions had truly messed him up more than he had let you in on.

So, instead of voicing your concern, you just let the man be. Like tonight, when you got a call from one of his friends (who—bless him for calling you about Leon—was also very drunk himself) that he needed to be taken home. Throughout the short phone call, you could hear Leon on the other end, slurred words sounding something like “I’m fine, man. Don’t make her come down here!”

And that is precisely why you had gone down there.

That and, you cared about Leon far too much for your own well-being.

So, you took a look at the rain outside and decided to throw on one of Leon’s thick coats. That’s when you remembered that the car is currently at the shop. Stupid engine.

That’s how you found yourself walking through the rain at one in the morning, water cascading down your face and soaking your clothes. Your hair was sticking uncomfortably to the back of your neck. You were shivering. Your wet shoes were squeaking with every fast step you took. Yet you had endured it willingly. For him.

You could’ve told his friend that Leon could find his own way home and then go back to sleep. But instead you got out of your warm and comfortable bed and trudged your way down to the bar in heavy rain. For Leon.

Perhaps you loved him too much. Perhaps, when you had fallen for your best friend (who just so happened to be your roommate) and did absolutely nothing to stop it, you had doomed yourself for the rest of your life. Because you would do everything for this man—for the man you were in love with. The man who didn’t feel the same way you did.

It put an ache in your heart, but it was a type of pain you’d endure if it meant keeping him in your life. Even if your current relationship status was simply just that of friends.

Regardless, you couldn’t deny your love for him. Because it be like denying yourself of happiness.

Your head was cleared of your self deprecating thoughts as the familiar lights shone through your vision, illuminating the wet ground and the rain drops hitting the sidewalk.

Sighing, you made your way inside. It didn’t take long to spot him lounging at the bar on a wooden stool. You had become all too familiar with his go-to spot here.

“Leon,” you said as you approached him. “come on. Let’s get you home, yeah?”

He immediately turned at the sound of your sweet voice. Suddenly it was like the thoughts of his next drink were swiped from his mind and instead it was filled with thoughts of you. The way your hair was dripping onto your back and the way your white shirt clung to your body, becoming slightly see through do to the rain (yeah… you didn’t really think that one through).

And… the jacket that you adorned. His jacket.

He smiled impossibly wider and attempted to move to stand up. To which you grabbed his arm to keep him steady as he leaned slightly into you.

“Y/N!” Oh. He sounded drunk as hell. “I missed you! Where were you?”

You couldn’t tell him you were awoken from sleep for this. You couldn’t. “Just watching TV. Didn’t know we had to be attached at the hip, Leon.”

He laughed, “Pfft. You should know by now.” He turned his head back to his two friends as he put an arm around your waist. Something that he does frequently but still manages to make your stomach do backflips every time. “Sorry guys. My woman has come. I gotta go.”

My woman.

His friends shook their heads and laughed at Leon’s drunken state, and the one who had initially called you said, “Yeah, man, don’t sweat it. Just make sure you get home safe.” He said it to the both of you, switching glances to your eyes and Leon’s. His friends were maybe tipsy at most, no where close to where Leon was.

“You two as well.” You said as you moved Leon’s arm from your waist to drape around your shoulders, and turned to leave the building.

It was refreshing when the cold night air took away the smell of alcohol. And Leon still had a slight lingering scent of his cologne. It made your head stir.

The walk home was mostly Leon saying whatever random thought came to the front of his mind first. Things ranging from what if monkeys can actually talk? to I think we should get a cat. You played along, responding to his plethora of questions and random suggestions. When he suddenly said,

“You look good in my jacket. Really pretty.”

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. Your grip on his wrist on your shoulder tightened. A deep shade of blush covered your cheeks and you were thankful for the darkness of the night that he couldn’t see it.

“Oh yeah?” You choked out, eyes unblinking.

“Yeah,” for a minute you thought that’s where it would end. Whether you were thankful or you wished he would keep going you were unsure. But then he started again, “You’re so pretty. Like—you look good in anythin’. Drives me crazy.”

What. The. Fuck. Is going on.

You were silent as he continued, with his slurred words and hiccups. “I’ve always thought about waking up next to you. Y’know, the morning after we had sex or somethin’. You would always look so fucking beautiful.”

“Leon—”

“I wanna be w’you.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Leon was depending on you to help him walk, you would’ve passed out. So instead you played the words around in your head like your favourite record. Over and over until your lungs started burn. And you realize you had been holding your breath for god knows how long.

You attempted to gather your words as best you could before speaking again, voice wobbling as you did so. “You’re drunk, Leon. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

He scoffed. “I do. I’m saying I wanna be with you.”

You opted for silence the rest of the way home. Figuring that no words you could say right now would be ones with sense.

˗ˏˋ ✸ ´ˎ˗

The next morning Leon woke up in his bed. A glass of water was sat on his nightstand and a bottle of Advil next to it. It was then that the headache hit him full force and he practically lunged at the pills.

After a shower and brushing his teeth, he felt better. So he decided to make his way out to the kitchen. Where he was confronted with you.

It all came back to him in a rush. A blurry memory with bits and pieces missing, when he confessed to you. It wasn’t how he planned on doing it at all. He wanted to take you out to dinner, and during that dinner he would tell you everything. How he felt, how long he’s felt that way, his favourite things about you (which would consist of everything). And then, you two would go on a nice walk in a night time breeze, and he would kiss you.

Instead, his dumbass self decided to get drunk and fucking tell you in the dumbest way possible.

He stifled a groan at his own self annoyance and made his way to the fridge. When he closed it, he looked over at you and smiled as you made eye contact. He almost didn’t notice the light pink tint that slithered its way across your cheeks.

“Sleep well?” He asked, taking a sip from the glass of water he had poured.

You wanted to say no. Because you hadn’t. You had stayed up almost all night thinking about the words Leon had said to you. After some tears mixed with happiness and confusion, you had convinced yourself that he said those things because he was drunk. In which you then proceeded to cry tears of sadness at the fact. You didn’t tell him all of that though. Instead,

“Alright,” the look on his face showed something of disbelief. You brushed it off however. “How’re you feeling?”

Leon smiled at your concern, “Better—much better. Thanks for the Advil by the way.”

“Of course, no problem!”

God. It was so awkward. And he only made it worse when he said,

“I’m sorry you had to walk all that way in the rain. It’s no way to treat my woman.”

My woman. Just like he said last night. You wondered if he remembered or if it was just a coincidence. “Leon, I—”

“It was all true.”

Oh.

You stayed silent. Because what we’re you even supposed to say? This was not how you expected this morning to go. You knew it would be awkward on your end, but you didn’t expect this.

“Everything I said last night was true. I mean, I don’t… remember everything. But whatever it was, it was true.” He started to walk over to where you were standing, and he stood so close to you that it caused you to lean your lower back against the small island. He never took his eyes off of yours as he continued. “I do want to be with you. Last night wasn’t exactly how I wanted to tell you, but now that it happened I can’t just pretend it didn’t.”

He stared at you. His eyes occasionally drifted down to your mouth. Lingered. And then back to your eyes.

You didn’t have any words apart from, “Yes.”

A slight smile made its way onto Leon’s face before you shoved it away. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. “Yes?”

“I wanna be with you, too, Leon.”

You barely got the words out before his lips were on yours. Colliding with a passion that only a year of built up emotions could elicit. He wrapped his arms fully around your waist and pulled you as far against him as you could go. Your own arms went to wrap around his neck, using your hands to tug at the hair at the nape his his neck.

Your lips molded with his perfectly. Like two connecting pieces of a puzzle.

Your body felt on fire.

When you pulled back he chased your lips again subconsciously. You giggled at it before speaking. “So,” you dragged out, “if everything was true… that means that the part where you told me—and I quote—“Y’know, the morning after we had sex or somethin’. You would always look so fucking beautiful” was true?” You asked, imitating Leon’s voice as best you could with a smile.

Leon groaned and dropped his head into the crook of your neck. You laughed, and you felt him smile against your skin. And then you felt a sudden pain in you shoulder.

“Did you just bite me?”

“…Maybe.”

You pulled his head up and all you saw in his eyes was lust. It did something to you that you couldn’t explain. And within a second, you crashed your lips against his once again.

This time, the kiss was more hungry. Needy. Tongues and teeth were clashing, moans were being let out by the both of you. Leon pushed his groin against you and you felt the prominent bulge. However, before you could say anything about it, he lifted you up onto the counter in a swift motion and started to lift up your shirt.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, out of breath, hair disheveled, lips red and swollen. He looked beautiful. “Baby?”

You hadn’t even realized you were staring. “Oh. Yeah.”

He let out an airy laugh as he took it off, maybe a bit too eager. He eyes immediately fell onto your tits, on full display. Just for him. He attached his mouth onto one of your pert nipples and sucked, his free hand palming the other one. You let out a series of gasps and whines.

And then his hands lowered to the waistband of your pyjama shorts. He looked up at you, mouth still on your nipple, as if to ask for permission. And you gave it to him, even lifting your hips to let him tug the shorts down.

Leon finally tore his face away from your breast and looked down to your glistening cunt, bending your knees and propping your heels on top of the counter, keeping your legs nice and spread for him.

“So pretty.” He brought his middle finger to push into your folds. “And wet.”

“Leon. Please.”

Your hands fumbled with the waistband of his sweats, eagerly trying to tug them down. With a little “Ok”, he shoved down his sweatpants, revealing his thick cock. pre-cum gathered at the tip—red and desperate.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, feet hooked at the back, and pulled him towards you. “Please.”

“So needy.”

But he obliged, and slid his cock into you slowly. He kept at a leisurely pace, though it still felt fucking heavenly. The girth of his cock was all but splitting you open as he thrusted in and out of your sopping pussy.

“F-Fuck,” you moaned, your cheek flat against his. “Faster, please!”

And because he could never say no to you, Leon sped up his pace. By a lot. He fucked into you fast, hips never wavering once. “Nughh… pussy’s so good, baby.”

He brought his thumb down to your clit, circling the nub with light pressure. It was almost embarrassing how fast he had you cumming. Your body shook and you moaned loud and high pitched, and the feeling of your pussy clamping down onto his cock had Leon whining out your name.

His thrusts started getting sloppier and his whines were getting louder, higher. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Cum in me, Leon.”

He groaned at that. “Shit—You sure?”

You would’ve fucking begged for it if he wanted you to. “Yes! Yes, please!”

And he did. He unloaded his cum into your cunt, filling you as he moaned into your ear. The feeling alone brought you to your second orgasm. You saw stars and Leon groaned deeply before pulling out.

He kissed the tip of your nose, pulled his sweatpants up, and got a cloth and wet it with warm water. You giggled at the whole thing. Not because you found it funny, but rather that you found it adorable. And so completely right. You and Leon took care of each other. That’s what you do.

After he cleaned you up and put your shorts back on you, he pulled you in close to him by your waist, your arms found their way to his neck once again. His voice was soft as he spoke, “Let’s go out for dinner tonight? On a date?”

You beamed, mind filled with ecstasy and excitement, “Of course, Lee.”

[wonwoosthetic]

Hi can you do anything that’s pre-outbreak of Joel and reader anniversary. It can be smut but the beginning can be Joel and Sarah planning the anniversary! I love their relationship so much

series masterlist

pairing – pre-outbreak!joel x reader

word count – 11.6k (this was supposed to be short and sweet... what happened...)

warnings – slight injuries, hospital scene but nothing major, cute smut (18+)

a/n – some more cute domestic joel stuff 🥺 with some smut hehe 😬 thank you for the request <3 I hope you like what I made with it ˙ᵕ˙ also just want to quickly take the time and thank you guys for all the love on my previous joel work, you actually made my app crash 😅🤭

Happy Anniversary?

2000

After Sarah had finished her homework at the Adler's place, she ran home and hopped onto the couch to enjoy some child-friendly TV - being stuck in a house with only people over sixty wasn't really her favourite way of spending her free time.

It didn't surprise her when her dad wasn't home at six. It also didn't surprise her when he wasn't there yet at seven. Around eight in the afternoon though, she started to wonder. The only way she could reach him was the landline, so she leaned over the armrest of the sofa to get a hold of the phone before dialling the number her father had made her know by heart back in kindergarten. It didn't even ring. The robot's voice immediately let her know that he was unavailable. With scrunched eyebrows and her lips pressed together in a tight line, she leaned back into the cushions.

There was one other person that would probably know where he was. You. Another number Joel had asked her to learn once he had noticed that things were getting serious between the two of you. The girl didn't need to wait for long before the familiar tone of your voice rang through her eyes.

"Hello?" Of course, you had the number of Joel's landline saved in your phone, but you didn't know who of the Miller household was calling.

"Hi, Y/N!"

"Oh, Sarah, hey! How are you?"

Sarah smiled, just like she always did whenever she got to talk to you. The relationship the two of you had built up over the past year she had known you, was something very special. Not only did she love the connection you, from one woman to another, but she truly felt like you had a close friendship she wouldn't want to give up. Ever.

"I'm good, thanks, how are you?"

You sighed, "Good… now that I'm home."

"Adult work isn't getting any more exciting?" She joked, making you chuckle.

"Exactly." A second of silence passed before you noticed nothing coming from her side. "Are you okay?"

Sarah made herself more comfortable on the couch, "Yup… sorry that I called you-"

"Don't worry, sweetie, trust me, hearing you right now has been the best part of the entire day."

Your comment made her grin even wider, "Well I'm happy to make your day better," to which you both giggled. "I was just wondering if you've heard anything from dad. Did he say he has to work late today?"

You let her question register in your brain before you went through the conversation you had with Joel last night since you haven't heard from today yet. "Ehm… no, I don't think he said anything about that. Isn't he home yet?"

Sarah shook her head before realising, you can't see her, "No, so I kinda thought, maybe he's still at work, but… now I don't know."

"Maybe something came up-"

"He isn't picking up." That made you go quiet. "I tried calling him, and it just went straight to his voicemail."

You bit your lip. Oh, God. You knew the stress of a parent not being at home at the usual time just all too well, remembering all the times it had happened to you as a kid and you immediately thought of the worst-case scenario.

"What about uncle Tommy?" You suggested.

The girl was just about to open her mouth and answer when the front door opened. Her head snapped to her left, eyes immediately on the familiar figure of her father entering the room.

"Wow…" she breathed out.

"What? What is it?" You hastily wondered.

"Speaking of the devil," you could hear the slight annoyance in her voice, "Guess who just walked through the door?" Joel sent her a questioning look as he walked further into the living room, throwing himself onto the couch, right next to his daughter.

You couldn't help but chuckle, "Hm… maybe your father, who once again decided to work longer and not tell us about it?"

"Mh," she grinned before turning to the man and shaking her head with a frown on her face.

A breath of relief fell from your lips as you got up from your position on one of the armchairs in your living room, "Well then, mystery solved. You better interrogate the heck out of him."

"Without you?" She gasped.

"Oh, trust me, he'll get a good talking-to from me tomorrow." Your answer received a grin from the girl, followed by a subtle devilish giggle.

"Good. Thank you for picking up, not like some other people here." Her comment was clearly directed to her father, earning her a soft shove to her upper arm, making her grin.

You smiled, "Anytime, sweetie. I guess I have to go back to my boring life now. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yep!" The happiness and excitement radiated off that little girl, lightning up the sparkle in her eyes at the mention of the following day. "See ya! Good night, Y/N."

"Good night, Sarah."

The youngest Miller placed the phone back on the side table, before turning to the oldest one, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She cleared her throat, "What do you have to say in your defence, Sir?" Her eyes followed his movements as he leaned back into the sofa with a groan, running a hand over his face.

"I forgot to tell you-"

"Oh, really!" She quickly exclaimed, interrupting Joel, receiving a warning glance from him, making her sulk back into the cushions.

"So as I was saying," he glanced at her, "I'm sorry that I forgot to tell you that I'd be in town after work. And I forgot to charge my phone."

Sarah scrunched her eyebrows, "What were you doing in town?"

Joel groaned, getting up to look for some food in the kitchen, "I wanted to get something for Y/N for tomorrow."

His answer made the girl laugh out loud as she got up to join him in the other room, sitting down at the dining table, "Are you serious?"

He looked up at her from his crouched position as he was trying to find something to eat in the fridge. "What?"

His daughter shook her head, "You're looking for an anniversary gift one day before your anniversary?"

Joel took out the container holding dinner from two days ago, grinning when it reminded him of you. Always making sure there was food in the house he lived in. You cared for him. And his daughter. "I've been thinking about what to get her for a few days, alright? But I haven't had the time to actually go and look for it," he defended himself, but it didn't get the look off the girl's face.

"And what did you find?"

He sighed, "Nothing. That's the problem."

"What are you gonna do now?"

"I have no idea…" Sarah could tell how exhausted he must be with the heavy breath leaving his lips. But the fact that he truly cared about getting you something special made her ecstatic. "You hungry?" Her father wondered, getting a shake of her head in response,

"I ate earlier." She shot up from her seat and skipped over into the kitchen, "So?! What are you gonna do?" Leaning on the counter, eyeing her dad suspiciously as he took a bite of the cold food with a fork. That also earned him a weird look from her, but he just wanted to get something into his stomach, not caring about the temperature - your cooking was gourmet to him in any way.

"I don't know," he answered, shrugging, "I can't believe I'm so fucking bad at giving gifts." Sarah ignored the swear word, blaming his fatigue, and didn't remind him of the swear jar you and her had brought into the house two months earlier.

"What did you gift her for her birthday?"

Tomorrow would be your first anniversary together.

A full years of being an official couple. While Joel was a romantic gentleman in every way possible, buying you flowers 'just 'cause', calling you sometimes multiple times a day 'just to hear your voice', keeping you in the house over the weekends and sometimes overnight during the week 'because he could never spend too much time with you', he still was a horrible gift giver - a fact no one could deny.

But more of a problem was your inability of receiving gifts. Because you hated it. You loved giving, hated receiving - not in all parts of life though. Especially not with Joel.

Though, whenever he had asked you what you wanted for your anniversary, birthday, or even International Woman's Day, he got the same answer each time: "I don't want anything." The truth was, you truly didn't. You've never been a big fan of material things, rather finding the thought behind something and a small gesture much more meaningful and loving. All the 'little' things your partner would do for you were enough - opening doors, carrying you whenever your feet hurt and taking you out for dinner on random days, were just a few of them. Yes, it may be the bare minimum, but still a rare minimum.

A rare minimum you had never been blessed with, with any of your past boyfriends. All until you met Joel and found out what it was like to have a true man by your side.

"That necklace you told me she'd like," he reminded her, brushing a hand over the wild curls he adored so much.

Sarah nodded with an open mouth, "Aaah, right right, I remember. She really did like that." They both nodded in sync. "But do you know what she loved even more?" Making the oldest Miller's head perk up,

"What?"

His daughter grinned at him, "The poster I made for her."

"True," he couldn't help but copy her facial expression, "She did like that a lot."

"She LOVED it!" Sarah shouted out, hitting her palms on the top of the counter, "She almost cried when she saw it," followed by giving her father a side-eye look, "She only said thanks to your gift, but she had tears because of mine."

Joel glanced at her, one eyebrow raised, "What are you tryna tell me?"

"Y/N loves me more than you," she flipped an invisible strand of hair to underline her comment.

The older man smiled, "Sure."

"Buuut," she dragged out the word, leaning over to steal a piece of broccoli from the container Joel was eating out of, "I also think that she would just appreciate self-made stuff more than things you can buy."

He stopped for a second to think before nodding his head, "So you're suggesting that I what? Build something?" Sarah nodded. "And what exactly?"

"Man, what do I know… You're the contractor here." But all he could do was sigh. He was in fact the contractor, but what the hell had that something to do with anything. The man put the food to the side to make some space and place his elbows on the counter, shoving his face into his two palms, groaning out loud.

The daughter of the family stood by his side, staring at him in amusement, finding this situation much funnier than her dad. With a chuckle, she passed him placing a somewhat comforting hand on his back.

"You're a lousy gift giver." Her comment though was anything but comforting.

He straightened his back to glare down at the girl, "Thanks." But it just got a giggle out of her.

After a quick glance around the room, the idea she had been holding in, as it was supposed to stay a secret present from her to the couple, came back up into her brain. "We could bake something for her."

That caught his attention. Joel didn't hate the idea. He definitely didn't. Your sweet tooth was known to the family, added to your appreciation and love for self-made gifts turned it into the perfect present.

"We?"

Sarah scoffed, "You really think I'd trust you with baking a cake?"

"Hey," he took her statement as an offence, "I'm doing very well in the kitchen." He didn't even believe that himself.

"Pff," she patted his back once again, "Sure, dad. Sure."

"I'm a great cook, alright?" he took it one step further, but his daughter was having none of it, giggling at him while shaking her head,

"You're an okay cook and a terrible baker."

He took the last bite of what was left in the plastic box before moving to put it into the dishwasher. "You can't be serious right now…"

Moments like these were Sarah's favourite. Watching her dad get all rilled up just never failed to make her chuckle. Joel enjoyed it just as much. The happiness radiating off her, with a beautiful and bright smile decorating her face, was a sight he never wanted to lose. "Uncle Tommy's a better baker than you," she quickly added before sliding past him to find the fitting cookbook on the shelf in the living room.

Joel's head shot into her direction, a finger pointing at her before she disappeared, "You take that back!" Her high-pitched giggles filled his ears with love and joy.

-

Sarah's feet were dangling off the counter while she was snacking on some of the sprinkles she wanted to put on the cake, along with taste-testing the pink sugar writing. Her father was preparing the frosting, every now and then checking on the cake in the oven, making sure it wouldn't burn because that was the last thing he needed.

They were sharing a few moments of comfortable silence in the room, whereas the girl's mind was filled with questions, daring to slip out any second as she didn't want to hold them back for much longer.

"So, Y/N's coming over tomorrow?"

Joel nodded with a whisk in the bowl, covered in blue-greenish frosting Sarah had coloured, "Yeah, I'm picking her up from work, and I'd bring her here," he looked up, "If that's okay with you."

"Of course," his daughter chuckled, putting the sprinkles down, freeing her hands so she could place them on the counter. She puckered her lips, thinking carefully about her next question. As much as she thought of a way to introduce the subject, she couldn't think of one, so she just jumped into the cold water.

"Do you wanna marry Y/N?" The words made Joel stop in his tracks, his eyes shot up to meet hers.

He sent her a questioning glance, "W-Where's that coming from?"

She shrugged, "I was just thinking. You know… you've been together for a year… and you seem happy-"

"We are," he assured her.

"And don’t adults think about getting married? When they’re happy."

He stood up straighter to lean onto the counter, crossing his arms, leaving the work on the frosting on the side for a bit. "Aren't you a little too young to be thinking about marriage?"

"For me? Yeah," she scoffed, "Because boys? Disgusting," getting a proud smirk for father as a response, "But I mean for you two… I don't know… I was just wondering."

Joel sighed, getting back to work, "Well… I mean, you ain't wrong, sweetheart. But there's a lot of things you need to do before you get married or even think about proposing."

"Like moving in?"

"Sure," he nodded, "Some couples move in before they get married. It's not the traditional way, but as we know, traditional is boring." She copied his head movements with a grin plastered on her face.

"Then why not ask her?" Sarah tilted her head and raised her eyebrows as soon as she locked eyes with the oldest Miller again.

"What do you mean?"

"Ask her to move in."

Joel chuckled in surprise, the spit in his throat almost making him joke, "You sure have some interesting suggestions today, kiddo. You alright? Do I have to be worried?" His facial expression made her laugh out loud as she nudged him with her foot, making him squirm away jokingly.

"Nooo, dad! I'm just saying," she motioned around with her hands,

"You've been together for a while… and… she's already spending every weekend here and sometimes comes over during the week. She makes sure we eat," Joel nodded along with all of the things his daughter was listing, "She takes care of me and you, she already has some of her stuff in your drawer-"

"How do you know about that?" She grinned sheepishly at him, "I saw it when I went through your stuff…"

The father took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, "Alright… how about we don't do that anymore?" Eyeing the little girl sitting on the counter to his left, but she just shrugged,

"You said we shouldn't keep any secrets from each other."

He sighed. Fuck. She wasn't wrong. "You're right… I did say that." Goddamn, always smarter than any other adult in the room. That was his little Sarah.

"So, are you gonna ask her?"

After tasting the frosting and checking its consistency, he gave the girl the whisk, just like he saw you doing it multiple times before. She accepted it with a bright smile.

Joel enjoyed having conversations like these. Obviously, he understood that she was still a kid, and he would never deny her of her innocent mind and easy-going-with-the-wind mindset, but he also appreciated the slightly more adult talks they could share. That's why he was more than happy to explain it to her.

"It's not as easy as you think it is, kiddo. Y/N still has an apartment. One that she shares. So, we’d have to talk about that first. And there's a lot of document stuff we'd have to get-"

"I asked her," she caught his attention when he came back up to stand up straight from looking at the cake through the oven window.

"What?"

"I asked her if she would like to move in with us. Not like actually, but just, you know, the idea of it."

Now Joel became interested. Of course, the two of you had had the conversation about a shared home before, but every couple had that at some point in their relationship. Hearing what you'd think about the idea now would have maybe changed. Now it was more relevant than ever, apparently.

"And," he looked down at his fingers, "What did she say?"

Sarah smirked, "She said the same thing as you just did. So really a match made in heaven," and rolled her eyes jokingly, "But she also said that she'd really like the idea… if I was okay with it."

"And? Are you- I-I mean, would you?"

"Of course! Are you kidding me?! I love her so much! Probably even more than you-"

"I doubt that."

"I don't," she stated straightforwardly, "And you're happy when you're with her, and you make her happy. What more you could want? AND thanks to her, the weekends aren't so boring anymore."

"What was wrong with the weekends before?" He was slightly taken aback by her comment, unsure if it was meant ironically or not. But then again, he was probably overthinking a lot at that moment.

Sarah smiled, "Don't get me wrong, dad. I loved the weekends with you and uncle Tommy, but having another woman in the house is just…" She shrugged, unsure of how to explain just how comfortable you made her feel. Joel and her were open about a lot of things, but Joel was… well, he was your typical single Texanian-dad, that didn't know what to do in certain female-focused situations - let's just put it like that.

Having conversations from woman to woman was something the father appreciated very much when it came to what you brought along when getting to know his kid. And the girl was happier than ever, being finally able to talk to an older person about certain struggles she might encounter that were still slightly too embarrassing to discuss with her dad.

"It's different, I know. I understand," he smiled at her.

"It's good different though," she nodded, "I really like her."

"And you'd be okay with her living here?" He finally asked. Sarah was the reason for his still-intact heartbeat. The only thing having kept him alive so far. Now you had also joined to share that position, but he was still his blood, and you'd never even try to get in between that.

"More than okay," she exclaimed, "I'd be SO happy to have her here constantly. I'd finally have someone against you."

Joel squinted his eyes at her, "Because Tommy isn't enough already?" Receiving a smug smile in return.

He shook his head with a chuckle when the timer went off, indicating that the cake was finally done. Sarah hopped off the counter to stand back on her two feet when her father leaned down to get the cake out of the oven and placed it on the stove.

"You know," he threw the dishtowel he used to not burn his hand to the side before turning to face the girl, "You might be a bit too smart for a kid your age."

The youngest Miller crossed her arms proudly, holding her chin up high, "Thanks, I got it from my uncle." That just made Joel look at her in surprise, almost making her laugh out loud.

He put on his low dad voice, "You got that from your father, thank you very much."

She dropped her hands, "Whatever," and moved a bit closer to stand right next to him, "So will you ask her tomorrow?"

"Yes," he promised her, "I will ask her tomorrow." To which she started bouncing up and down, her body full of excitement, making Joel chuckle and pull her in for a side hug and gift her a kiss on the top of her head.

She clapped her hands, "Now, let's start decorating."

-

You were running -scratch that - Sprinting through the hospital corridors, desperately trying to find the info point a nurse had told you to go to.

You had never crossed town at the speed you just did. Once the message from the other side of the call registered in your brain, you dropped everything at work, ignored the calls from your boss, just shouted a quick, "Family emergency," and raced to catch the next possible bus.

With a big breath shooting out of your lungs, you came to a halt once you came to sight with the hotspot you were looking for. You braced yourself up with your palm, trying to catch your breath before you spoke up, "Hi, sorry, I'm looking for Joel Miller. He's supposed to be in a check-up room."

The nurse looked up at you, surprised by the sound of urgency in your voice. She was quick to type the name into her system, but it felt like hours for you. Your legs were nervously shaking, barely able to hold you up anymore.

She opened her mouth, making you stare at her, eyes widened, "Room 293, down the hall on the right." You were just about to thank her and continue your race but she continued, "He's just got done with the medical exam, but I'd ask you to please wait outside until a doctor comes and approves of him accepting visitors."

Fuck that. You muttered a quick thanks before your legs took you where she explained the room would be.

If they really thought you'd wait for a fucking doctor to allow you to see your boyfriend you expected to be in the worst possible condition, they were wrong. Very wrong.

Hectically, your eyes scanned each number plate on the side of the doors as you tried to find the right one.

290… 291… 292… 293! A sigh of relief washed over you. You got closer to the door, glancing to the left and right, just to make sure there was no one that could see you walk in before you knocked three times. A quiet, "Yeah?" rang through your ears and you didn't wait for another second to open the door.

Your eyes immediately fell to the man sitting on the examining bed. He was alive. At least he looked like it.

"Y/N?"

Out of breath, you tried to speak, "Joel… w-what the fuck?!" He couldn't even open his mouth. "Are you out of your goddamn mind? What the- what the hell happened to you?!" You got closer to him, your fingers coming up to gently touch his chin, turning his head to look at the small scraps next to his eyes. You noticed the bandage on his forehead, guessing he must've gotten stitches there, only making you sigh again.

Joel got a hold of your hands, holding them close to his chest as he tried to calm you down, "Sweetheart… I'm okay," he brushed some wild hairs that were covering your face, to the side, "I'm alright."

"No," you shook your head, already feeling your throat close up, "Look at you."

"This is nothing, I promise."

While his right hand held onto yours tightly, the palm of his left one ran up and down your lower arm. You shrugged out of his grasp to hide your face behind your hands as soon as you could feel the first tears rolling down your cheeks. Your fingers pressed into your eyes.

"You scared the shit of out me," your voice was not much more than a whisper, but the room was quiet, so Joel was able to hear you clearly. He pushed himself off the bed, standing up in front of you to engulf you in a warm hug when he noticed your brittle voice and your whole body shaking.

His low voice tried to calm down your soft cries as he pressed your head into his chest, ignoring the slight pain in his ribs, remembering the big bruise that was forming there. "I'm sorry, darlin'," he whispered, "I'm sorry. But I'm okay. I promise." He moved his hands from brushing over your back to cupping your cheeks, his thumbs caressing your skin, wiping away the wet stains your tears left. "I'm alive," he grinned at you, but you just shook your head.

"You're a fucking idiot, Miller," pushing a finger into his chest, getting a subtle groan out of him, making you flinch back immediately, "What?" Your eyes hastily ran over his body, "You're hurt there too."

You tried to push his shirt up, but he stopped you, placing his hands on top of yours, "No no, don't worry. Just hurts a little."

You couldn't help but to sigh again. That man was going to be the death of you. With a few steps back, you distanced yourself from him, sitting down in one of the chairs by the desk across from the bed. Carefully, Joel sat back on top of the bed. Your eyes scanned his form as you noticed the hiss he was trying to hold back, his lips pressed together tightly.

You shook your head and closed your eyes, lowering your head.

"Did Tommy call you?"

You scoffed, "Obviously."

"Did you call Sarah?" To which you motioned a 'no' to him.

"You don't need two women in your life to have a heart attack," you explained, "And I didn't know what to tell her. Tommy just said there was an accident on the construction site, and you're in the hospital. I didn't even let him finish. I sprinted out of the office." Your story made him chuckle, but he noticed your still anxious and tense body.

"He brought me here just to make sure everything was alright. I wasn't hurt badly. No one was."

You looked up to meet his eye, "Joel, you got stitches!"

He shrugged, "Not the first time, not the last time."

"Why would you say that?!" You stared at him unamused, your mouth open. Taking a deep breath in, your hand brushed through your hair while you let your eyes travel around the room. You hated hospitals. You had yet to have a positive experience in one of these buildings. The silence that overcame the room was choking. But you weren't in the mood to say anything else, nor did you know what to even say, and Joel could read you like the back of his hand. He knew he scared you. He hated it, so he was the first to break the stillness.

"Happy Anniversary."

You raised your head, finding him grinning at you shyly, making you shake your head, "Don't. This isn't funny." He nodded, understanding what was going on in your head. Another moment of silence filled the room.

"I'm sorry. I know this isn't the way you expected to spend our anniver-"

"I couldn't care less about the anniversary, Joel!" You exclaimed in frustration, "I- I thought you were-," you stopped before you could get choked up again, not even wanting to dare to say out loud what was going on in your head when you answered Tommy's phone call. "God knows what could've happened to you!"

"Come 'ere," he nodded you over, but you shook your head,

"Joel-" you were stopped by the motion of his hand for you to come closer. The man was already hurt, you didn't have to add to that. With a sigh, you stood up, leaving your bag on the chair next to you, before walking up to him again. The oldest Miller leaned forward to grasp your hand and pulled you closer, even getting a soft smile out of you.

His hand rested on your hips as you stood between his legs while you intertwined your fingers behind his neck.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, darlin'. I promise I'll be more careful."

"You better," your finger slid through his hair as you noticed the look in his eyes while he was staring at you. His right hand found its way to the back of your neck, pulling you down to finally do what he had been wanting to do all day. His lips moved against yours as you could feel him smirking before he pulled back slightly.

"I'll make it up to you tonight." You looked into his eyes in confusion, but only for a second before you moved your head back with a gasp.

"Joel!" You smacked his shoulders gently, "You're sitting on fucking a hospital bed, how could you think about sex right now?" He just continued grinning, his hands moving all over your body, keeping his eyes on yours, "How could I not with you in front of me."

A chuckle escaped from your lips followed by a shake of your head, "You're unbelievable." You got pulled closer again, his lips smashing against yours.

"Unbelievably in love with you." Earning himself a giggle and a quick peck from you.

Your fingers softly grazed the skin of his cheek, careful not to touch any of his injuries as you smiled, "Happy Anniversary, Joel." He couldn't help but to copy your facial expression, keeping you as close to him as he possibly could.

-

You drove the two of you home after the oldest Miller had gotten released from the hospital, and Tommy had already made his way back to his place. Joel was definitely moving slightly more carefully, but he assured you he was a-okay - you didn't fully believe it, but it wasn't worth a discussion.

After parking the car in the garage, you made your way into the house through the backdoor. Joel opened it for you to walk in first, just like he always did. You gave him a quick, "thank you," and stepped in before you stopped in your tracks, a high-pitched voice surprising you with a loud,

"HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!"

"Oh, Jesus!" Your hand flew up to your chest, your breathing quickening as you took in the scene in front of you. Sarah was beaming at you with her bright smile, a pink poster with big letters staring directly at you.

You started laughing, "God, you scared me, kid."

Joel stopped behind you, laughing at the sight. She ignored your exclaim, running up to wrap her arms around your torso, making you do the same around her shoulders. You pulled her in, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "You really are just the cutest," pulling back to look at her, petting her cheek, "Thank you, sweetie."

She gave you another quick grin before moving on to her father, doing the same to congratulate him, when she noticed the cuts on his face.

"What happened to you?"

Joel shrugged, a hand brushing over her hair, "Just a little accident at work. Nothing to worry about."

You moved further into the house, placing your bag on one of the dining chairs. Your eyes took in the room, holding your gaze once again on the poster Sarah had clearly self-made. She had placed it on top of the table before she had rushed over to the two of you, so you were able to run your fingers over the little stones and glitter patches she had glued on. You remembered the sign you had gotten from her only a month ago.

"You outdid yourself this time, Sarah," you turned to her when you noticed she had come to stand next to you, "It's so cute."

"Thanks," she radiated her happiness on you. "And look!" She skipped into the kitchen, making your gaze follow her when she pointed to the counter when you saw what got her so excited.

You started giggling. On the countertop sat a turquoise-coloured cake, with white frosting details on the side on pink hearts decorating the top of it.

"Oh my god!" you exclaimed, "Awww, did you do that yourself?"

She shrugged with a smile, "Dad helped me." To which Joel got closer to you two, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion,

"I thought you helped me." His arm snaked around your waist.

"Well," she answered him, "You thought wrong," sending him a sheepish grin that made you chuckle.

You opened your arms to get her into another hug, tightening your arms around her just a little tighter than before, "Well, I appreciate it a lot. Thank you, sweetie. I love it." Your eyes may have gotten a little glassy, but you were able to hold it back, not wanting to surprise them with a gush of happiness.

Joel next to you cleared his throat, gaining all the attention of the room. You released Sarah from your grasped and wrapped your arms around your partner's waist. "And thank you to you too, of course," smiling up at him as he looked down. You puckered your lips, making him smirk and lower his head to meet your mouth, giving you a quick peck.

Sarah interrupted your small moment of love when she called out, "Okay, let's eat!"

All three of you followed her orders and sat down around the dining table after grabbing plates, forks, and a knife to cut the cake. While your eyes were on Joel, who was giving each one of you a good slice, you also noticed the little girl next in the middle of the two of you, happily clapping drumming her hands on the surface, that smile of hers never leaving her face.

It was in moments like these when you truly thought to yourself what you could have possibly done in your past life to deserve people like them in your life. A boyfriend that would carry you to the ends of the world, in whose arms you felt safer than anywhere else, along with a wonderful daughter that looked at you as if you were the reason for the stars lighting up the sky.

You enjoyed the sweet dinner, easily falling into a comfortable conversation like you usually would. Sarah told you about her good day at school, bragging about the grade she had gotten on her chemistry exam, earning her a round of applause from you and a kiss on her cheek from her father. Joel and you talked about your workdays, leaving out the time you had spent in the hospital. He was fine, that's all you cared about.

After the meal, you brought all the dirty dishes into the kitchen, loading up the dishwasher, Joel placed the cake back into the fridge, and Sarah was put in charge of choosing a movie to let the evening come to an end.

Her choice fell on Jurassic Park, knowing how much the oldest in the house loved the movie, and after getting a nod of approval from you, she put it into the DVD player, telling you to hurry up and join her on the couch.

Joel and you sat down on either side of her before the girl made herself comfortable and laid her head on your lap while resting her legs on her father's. Automatically, your hands found their way to her head, brushing through her unruly hair you always complimented.

This position allowed Joel to come just a little bit closer, lifting his daughter's legs to slide over to you, pulling your head to lean on his shoulder and copying your actions to start patting your head as well. Not even forty minutes later, the soft snores and even breaths from the little girl accompanied the sounds coming from the TV. You looked down with a chuckle.

"What?" Joel wondered, "Did she fall asleep?"

"Yeah," you smiled, eyeing him suspiciously once he stood up with a groan,

"Finally." He crouched down slightly, moving one arm underneath Sarah's knees, while his other one steadied her neck. He straightened his back and pointed a finger at you, "You stay here. I still have something to make up to you."

Getting a giggle out of you, "Joel!"

"I mean it!" He shout-whispered at you before disappearing upstairs.

You brought your knees up, hugging them to your body when you remembered the little gift that was still hidden in your bag. With a soft huff, you pushed yourself off the sofa and walked over to the dining room the snatch your bag off the chair.

"Darlin', where- oh, there you are," Joel found you with your back turned towards him, rummaging through your back when he crept up on you and placed his hands on your hips once he got close enough. His lips immediately latched onto your neck, peppering it with kisses, making you giggle.

"Stooop," you laughed, leaning back into his chest.

"What are you doing?" He wondered as you turned around, your hands hidden behind your back.

You grinned up at him, "I've got something for you."

"You do?" His eyebrows shot up, "Why? Having you here is already enough," he didn't even wait for a response from you, just saw you rolling your eyes, making him chuckle as he pulled you in for a quick kiss.

You were first to retrieve back, receiving a low whine from him in return, to which you shook your head with a smile. "May I give you your gift now?"

Joel stood up straighter and put his hands out, palm up, in front of you, closing his eyes along the process. Without wasting another second, you placed the little box into his grasp. He opened his eyes again, looking suspiciously at the packaging, shaking it slightly,

"What is it?"

"You really expect me to tell you instead of just opening it?"

He smiled, "Alright, alright."

You could hardly contain your excitement as he ripped the paper off the box, throwing it onto the table behind you. As soon as Joel opened it, his eyes shot up to find you grinning right at him.

"Darlin'…"

"Sarah told me you've been looking for one," you explained, "But she also said that you never take the time to go downtown and look for one. So, I thought, I'd just save you the stress."

His fingers ran across the rounded edges of the watch in the box. It looked expensive, that's for sure.

"You didn't have to do that, sweetheart," he spoke quietly, still in awe of the present worth so much more than just money in his hands.

You shrugged, "I know, but I wanted to."

Joel took it out of its packaging, putting that to the side as well before wrapping it around his wrist. Your fingers came to help, closing the little buckle so it fit him perfectly.

He couldn't take his eyes off the watch, "Thank you, darlin'," but you were a much better sight to him, "I love it," so he pulled you in again, "I ain't never taking that off ever again."

Your hands found their usual place on the back of his neck again as you kissed him back, whispering against his lips, "I'm glad you like it. Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary," he mumbled back, giving you a peck before sliding out of your embrace, "Well, I guess it's time for me to give you your present now?"

"Joel," you whined, "I told you, I don't-"

His hand stopped you before he exited the kitchen and came back only seconds later, his hand in a tight fist. You waited patiently for him to open his mouth again, even though you were anything but that.

He stopped in front of you, raised his arm and let what he was holding drop down while holding onto what looked like a key ring.

"What is it?" You reached out to grab it, laying it flat against your palm to analyse it. A key. Attached to a pendant representing three figures, a figure that was supposed to be a man, next to a woman, who then again stood next to the same figure just in small.

"The key to my heart?" He jokingly answered, making it sound more like a question, making you look up.

"Ha ha," you rolled your eyes. Always the romantic…

Joel took a deep breath before clearing his throat, "I mean… I guess it kinda is, but ehm… it's a housekey." You had to tear your eyes away from the object in your hands once again once your brain registered what he had just said.

"What?"

"So," he started explaining, his hands immediately on your hips again, "I was racking my brain over what I could give you today. But I just couldn't think of anything. Because honestly… I didn't think there was anything in this world that I could buy you, that would show you just how much you mean to me."

"Don't make me cry," you quickly intervened, making him chuckle as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek,

"I'll try," and put a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yesterday Sarah, the way too smart for her own good kid, that she is," the description made you smile, "got the idea of baking something for you because she said you value that a lot more than bought stuff." He had to take another deep breath before continuing, "And then while we were preparing the cake… you know her, she started asking all those questions until we landed on the whole moving-in thing." Throughout the whole speech, you listened attentively to your partner, keeping your eyes on him the entire time even while his drifted around the room. "Since you already spent the weekends with us and are here every now and then during the week, she asked me why you're not living with us yet."

"And your answer was?" A smug smile made its way onto your lips.

"Do you want the truth or what I told her?"

"The truth, please."

Joel's eyes followed his hands as they ran up and down your sides, "That her dad hasn't had the balls yet to ask his girlfriend." You shyly looked down back to your hands. At the little charm.

He noticed where your attention was and pointed at it, "Sarah picked that up today after school." Of course, she did… You could feel the tears coming back up. God, that girl was just too pure for the world…

"So?" His voice made you meet his eyes again, "What do you say? Can you handle three Millers under one roof?"

You pretended to think, playing with the lips he so desperately wanted to feel on his again, "It won't be easy."

He grinned, "That's not a no." You dropped the key onto the table behind you before your hands went back around his neck, pulling him in close enough for your lips to almost touch. You could feel his grip on your hips tighten.

The corners of your lips curled up, "That's because it's a yes," pecking his lips, "I'll take good care of you."

His left hand travelled to your lower back, "And we'll take good care of you too," he repeated giving you multiple little kisses, making you laugh. Oh, God how much he loved that sound. And now he would be able to hear that every single day. "Now, how about I stick true to that promise I made earlier?"

You nodded, breathing against each other's mouths, "Yeah, please do." And he didn't need to be told twice.

With one swift move, you were put onto the table, before he situated himself between your legs. His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you as close as possible. You moved yourself slightly forward, letting a moan escape from your lips when you felt his tongue glide across your bottom lip.

Opening your mouth wider, gave him the opportunity to slip in, earning a deep groan from the man in front of you. Your fingers started playing with the hem of his shirt, signalling for him to pull back and pull it up as you helped him along with it, dragging him onto you the moment it came off - eyes immediately on the dark bruise forming on his ribs.

"Joel…," you gasped, reaching out to touch the dark spot, but he got a hold of your hand, bringing your knuckles up to his lips,

"It's nothin', darlin', don't worry about it." You could worry about the truth in his statement tomorrow, for now, you wanted to get him back on you, so you smashed your lips back onto his.

He chuckled, "Someone's eager," he started trailing kisses down your neck.

"Well, someone made me think about this for hours," you grabbed his face to bring him back up to you. You could never get enough of the touch of his lips. You would drown in it if you could. You wouldn't even care if you couldn't breathe anymore, it would be a happy death.

"And that someone is gonna make sure you won't be able to think at all for the next few hours," he whispered as his right hand slipped underneath your shirt, his thumb tracing over your bra.

You couldn't help the shake in your voice, "Hours? I think you're getting a little ahead of yourself, Miller." Knowing damn well that he wasn't. You had the privilege of getting the house to yourself every now and then or having had some alone time in your apartment. If he wanted to, he could go on for hours and hours. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy rilling him up just a little bit.

He scoffed, pulling your shirt over your head easily, "Sure, keep saying that. Keep talking while can." He knew what he was doing to you with those words.

His hands roamed your almost naked torso, cupping your still-covered breasts into his big hands, making you moan into his mouth.

You could feel that gentle touch of his on your body before it stopped on your ass, pulling you closer to him as he mumbled, "Come 'ere. Let's go upstairs."

You were held up tightly against him as he carried you up into the first floor, taking a sharp left to get you both into his, well now your, bedroom. Your bedroom. From now on, this was the room you'd be sharing with your partner. God, what a good time to be alive…

Once you had reached the bed, Joel slouched over, making sure to place you onto the mattress gently.

There were two sides to Joel Miller when it came to sex. You were very familiar with both. There was the soft side you adored so much. When he took his time with you, kissing every inch of your body, working you up just right, adoring your body and covering it with pure passion. His thrust would be slow and deep, gentle, yet just filled with the same amount of lust as his other side. The alter ego, as you'd like to think of it was fast-paced, hard, yet never too short, sex. Still very passionate, but loud and messy. Bruises weren't a rarety after a night like that. And while that was what you understood when thinking of sex, you adored love-making just a little bit more when the time was right. Just like at that moment.

His kisses moved from your neck, down between your breasts, along the middle of your torso, holding onto it tightly, until he reached the rim of your jeans. His fingers got to work on your button, opening it along with the zipper, before getting up slightly to free your legs from them, sliding them down as he started kneeling on the floor. Down at your ankles, he pulled them off completely, getting rid of your socks as well before starting his journey of kisses back up again.

You squirmed more and more the higher he came up, making him have to move his hands to your hips to hold you down and pull you closer to the end of the bed to reach your inner thighs.

"Ah, fuck baby…," he moaned in between kisses, "So. Fucking. Beautiful."

You were brushing some hair out of your face, heavy breaths leaving your lips. You didn't even dare to look down, knowing you'd probably only get closer to coming right then and there with the sight. "Joel, please…" you whined.

"I know, I know, darlin'," he continued admiring your thighs with his lips before hooking his fingers into the side pieces of your underwear. He noticed which ones you were wearing.

"You know," he gave them a kiss too, right onto your pelvic bone,

"These are my favourite."

You chuckled, "Of course, I know. Why do you think I put them on?"

"Well, but then it wouldn't be right of me to just take them off right away, now would it?" He smirked letting go of the fabric and prepping your legs up on the mattress. His lips moved down to the centre of your pussy, placing a gentle kiss right where you wanted him, sending a shiver through your entire body along with a shaky breath tumbling from your lips.

Once again, his finger hooked underneath the fabric of your underwear, only this time, pulling the centre piece to the side, giving him a clear view of your sex, clearly glistening even in the dim light coming from the moon outside.

He didn't let another moment pass before he covered your slit in little kisses, his hands having a tighter grip on you once you started moving again. You were still enjoying the soft feather touches of his lips on yours when you suddenly felt the tip of his tongue running over your clit, getting a low moan out of you. You had to remember there was still a little girl in the room across from you - too much noise would eventually wake her up and you were not ready to have that kind of confrontation with her yet.

"Ah… Joel…" you breathed out, your fingers tangling around his hair, pulling slightly once you felt his tongue movements quicken and deepen.

He slipped around your clit, running it down to your hole before drawing circles around there as well. As soon as he was up again, gently sucking on your clit, you could already feel the arousal dripping out of you, making you shudder and hold onto his hair just a little tighter. He switched between focusing on your bundle of nerves and gathering every drip coming out of you with his tongue.

"Fuck," you couldn't help the whine erupting from you. You had to be quiet, not silent. Especially not when you knew what your sounds could do to Joel. You were confirmed of your thoughts when you heard the buckle of the belt on his jeans opening, followed by his zipper. Joel had to free his hands from holding onto you to get his jeans off his legs, dragging his boxers along with them to free his erect dick. But his tongue never left your heat - he was a God of multitasking and had proved that many times before.

Once you felt his right hand being placed on top of your abdomen and heard a deep groan coming from him, you knew he had started grasping his cock in his free hand. The thought of your partner jerking off to eating you out and the little breaths coming from you only added to the sensation that had been building up between your legs.

"Joel," you whimpered, "Don't-fuck, don't stop," begging him to keep going. His answer was another strong suck on your clit, and a lick of his tongue as he slid into you. The hand that had been holding you down was moving lower, still keeping you from moving too much, while his thumb had found its way to your clit, making sure to stimulate it, while his tongue was working inside of you.

"Oh, God, yeah…" you breathed out, uncontrollably starting to move your hips as well to get closer to the edge. Your moans came out higher-pitched as you pressed your lips together tighter, trying to keep as quiet as possible, while your partner was doing the Lord's work on you.

"Fuck- Joel, I'm gonna cum," you whined out, "I-"

"You can do it, baby," he encouraged you, letting go of his erection, to replace his tongue with two of his fingers, and going back to kissing your clit passionately while his right hand interlaced with yours.

"Come for me," he breathed against you.

You nodded, moaning slightly louder as the grip on his hand tightened, your hips moving around more. The tension kept building up, encouraging you to keep going as he moved his fingers in and out of you, the wet sounds echoing through the room.

"Come on, darlin'." His whisper made your body shake.

And after the last small whiny, "yeah…" slipped from your lips, you fell apart beneath him, tightening around his fingers, humming uncontrollably, and trying to hold in the moans and groans you could've let out.

Joel didn't stop though. He never does. He only removed his fingers to start cleaning you up with his tongue, not letting you recover from the orgasm that had washed over you.

You tried catching your breath, releasing his hand from your tight grasp, as you moved both your hands back to his hair, begging him to come up and hover over you, "Joel," you whispered, chest still heaving heavily.

With a smile, he came back up to face you after finally taking your underwear off completely, his arms resting on either side of you, peppering your face with kisses before stopping at your mouth. You could taste the remains of yourself on his tongue as he pushed it past your lips to slide over yours.

"I love you," he spoke quietly against your mouth, moving down to your jaw, making you smile as you pulled him to look you straight in the eyes, "I love you too," kissing him with just as much passion as before.

His right arm moved underneath your arched back, towing you into him as he sat you up on your knees. His fingers quickly opened the back of your bra, sliding it down your arms, following its trail to mark it with kisses. Once were boobs were free in front of you, he leaned down, getting to work on them as he decorated them with his lips. You threw your head back in relief, giving him easier access, sighing his name out loud.

When he wanted to feel your mouth on his again, he positioned his hand on your tits, engulfing them in the warmth of his palms.

"You're always so good to me." Now it was your time to move your lips down his throat, getting a soft moan out of him, while his fingers came to play with your nipples.

"How could I not," he got a hold of your chin, moving it gently so you'd be facing him again, "You deserve it," going back to stealing your breath and devouring your lips.

Joel sat down properly on the bed, giving you the opportunity, to take a seat on his lap. You let your hand travel down your body, between your legs to smear some of your wetness onto your palm before you moved onto him, covering his fully erect cock. He held himself up with his hands on the mattress, tilting his head back, letting the pleasure wash over him as a groan fell from his lips.

You pumped your hand up and down four times before you were ready to lower your head, but a soft grip on the back of your hair stopped you, gently pulling you back up, "No no, darlin', come on," Joel patted his lap, "Sit down." He had always been more of a giver than a receiver. Not that the hated blowjobs, how could he with your mouth, but he enjoyed giving a lot more than receiving.

You listened to his demand and scootched up onto his lap, not letting go of his erection in your hand as you lined it up with your sex before slowly sinking down on it, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as soon as he grabbed you by your hips.

A soft but long whine vibrated in your throat as he started to fill you up, stretching you with his size. Your fingers started digging into his shoulders, making him hiss with a chuckle. His strong arms kept you as close as possible to him, waiting for you to set the pace and start moving.

You let your forehead fall against his once he was fully inside, and you started rotating your hip right away. Moving them back and forth to create some friction as both of you shared a round of low moans, kissing to prevent them from getting too loud. He moved his hips along with yours after getting to know the speed you were working with, making you sigh out loud. "Oh… fuck…"

Joel's hand came up to brush some of the hairs that stuck to your forehead, away, giving your cheeks a few pecks.

"You know, you get more beautiful each day," directing them down to your throat and the side of your neck.

You chuckled, "You're one to talk, dilf hot-shot." Your comment made the two of you giggle in chorus as you remembered him of the nickname he had earned himself at the last parent-teacher conference, which you found out, thanks to his daughter, who wondered what it meant.

He rolled his eyes,

"Oh please," he jerked his hips up to tease you, almost making you screech if it wasn't for you hiding your face in his neck. "I'll always find you beautiful, sweetheart, no matter the age."

His hand on your hair pulled you back gently to look at him again,

"Likewise, handsome," you smiled at him, gifting him with a kiss before your hands on his chest pushed him down, while you kept yourself up on your knees. As Joel lowered his body, following your directions, you felt his erection tipping with him, nudging the rough spot inside of you, getting a shaky moan from you in return.

Once he was comfortable, you braced yourself with your arms on the sides of his head to hover above him, continuing your make-out session. You felt his hands going down your body, finding their new place on your ass as he held on to it, keeping you still, while started to move his upwards. Having to pull back from the kiss, you released a soft sigh before starting to move against him, meeting his thrusts in the middle.

His grip tightened with his lips on you again, "Fuck, baby," he hissed, slightly picking up the pace. "Ya' gonna' be fuckin' death of me." You loved whenever his deep Texanian accent made an appearance during sex. It just told you, you were doing everything right.

With one last kiss, you pushed yourself up to fully sit on his cock again. He pushed his knees up slightly to give you a makeshift backrest once you started moving your hips faster. His fingers quickly interlaced with yours, giving you something to hold onto as you yanked them closer to you.

"Joel…" you dragged out his name in a hush, getting a groan from him in response.

"You're doing so good sweetheart, keep doing," he encouraged you.

You sat up straight, "Put your legs down," giving him the directions you needed for your next position, sounding almost out of breath. He did as you asked, giving you the room to lean back and hold onto his thighs, opening up your body as a sight to him.

"So good, baby," he moaned out loud as he put his hand to your pussy, after wetting his fingers with his spit, circling them around your clit, making you shake.

"Fuck," you cursed out, sighing along with it as you started moving your hips faster, now with the encouragement of Joel's touch on your sex.

His groans felt your ear, letting you know he wasn't far from his release, just as much as you. You kept moving, bouncing up and down on his erection that kept brushing your walls, letting you feel every vein on his cock.

"Joel, I'm so close," you moaned, which was all he needed to know before he freed his hands from yours, only to bring them back to your ass, lifting you up to change his position. You kept yourself up, taking a few deep breaths, trying to steady your breathing with the small rest you got.

He sat up on his knees, wrapping his arms around you again to lower you back onto the mattress, this time with your head against the comfort of your pillows.

Joel stayed in this position, making sure to keep you as still as possible in the tight hug, as he started snapping his hips against yours. His cock slid easily in and out of you, the wet sounds ringing through your ears as you felt his balls slapping against your ass.

You lifted your arms, your fingers desperately trying to find the headboard to hold onto as you tried to contain yourself from the noise you wanted to make. All you could let out were high-pitched whimpers and gentle moans when you could've easily screamed into his ears with the pleasure that was rushing through your body.

You could feel Joel's fingers digging into your skin, his groans only getting deeper as he attacked your neck, hoping to keep it as quietly as possible. The second orgasm was approaching you rapidly and you wanted to open your mouth to let him know, but all you could make out was,

"I- Jo-" as he kept on hitting just the sight spots inside of you.

He nodded, "I know, baby," breathing heavily against you, "Ya gonna come with me?" Making you nod hastily, "Yeah?" To which you nodded again, a whimper tumbling from your lips.

Your feet started digging into the mattress as the pressure leading you to your release was getting intensely more.

"I-I'm gonna c- fuck, I'm gonna cum," you managed to get out. Joel kept his lips on your neck, gifting you more encouraging words.

"Yeah baby, come with me," was the last thing you needed to hear before he smashed his lips onto yours just at the right time before you could scream your orgasm out into the world. Your fingers tightened around the wood of the headboard as you felt him shoot his cum into you. His groan against your mouth sent vibrations through your body, which was already shaking from the aftermath of your release.

As soon as he pulled back, the two of you shared your heavy breaths, sweaty foreheads pressed against each other, a smile of pleasure decorating both of your faces.

Joel started peppering your face with kisses again, making you chuckle as you still tried to catch your breath, just as well as he still was doing.

"I love you, darlin'," he whispered against your skin as you brought your fingers back to his hair, brushing them to make him look at you.

After placing a loving kiss against his lips, you breathed out, "I love you, babe. I love you a lot."

"A lot?" He chuckled, raising his eyebrows.

You nodded with a smile, "A lot."

With a deep kiss that let you know just what you needed to know, he was back gazing into your eyes, freeing your face from all the small hairs that had made their way to your sweaty forehead, "Well then, I love you a lot too." But you couldn't let him go yet, yanking him towards you for one last, passion-filled kiss, moaning into his mouth as he smirked.

Joel pushed himself back up, slowly sliding his erection out of you, making you shiver, and him chuckle before he walked over to the basket of clean clothes he had yet to put away.

He searched for the clean cloth he remembered throwing in, and once he had found it, he brought it back to bed with him. He was back to hovering above you, continuing your innocent make-out session while he started cleaning up the mix of his and your cum that was dripping out of you. With every swipe, you buckled your hips up uncontrollably, just enjoying the pleasure washing over your body.

After he got done with that, he threw the cloth into the basket for dirty clothing before starting to look for his boxers, standing up on his two feet to pull them up his legs. You crawled over to the edge of the bed, bending down to gather your underwear before looking up at Joel who was standing closer to the clean clothing than you were.

"Can you give me a shirt, please?" Already knowing that you were asking for one of his, he snatched a dark green one and passed it over to you, who had gotten up from the bed, legs still shaky, but you could make it work.

Once you had thrown that over your body, you felt the familiar strong arms wrap around you again, and Joel lowered his head to get another few kisses from you.

"Happy anniversary," he whispered once again.

You smiled against his lips, "Oh, it is a very happy anniversary, babe." When there didn't seem to be a stop to the make-out session he had initiated, you tried to push him away, but he wasn't budging.

"J-Joel," you giggled, "I need to go."

"Where?" He immediately pulled his head back, gazing at you in surprise, but you quickly calmed him with a soft hand on his chest,

"Downstairs to get our clothes. I don't need to traumatise your daughter on the first day of moving in," you freed yourself from his hug, "And then I have to take a shower."

As you passed him, he couldn't let go of the opportunity to get a hold of your ass, squeezing it, getting a screech from you in response. You were quick to turn around and hit him on the upper arm, making him flinch away with a smirk.

"Joel!" You hissed at him, motioning for him to be quiet.

He raised his arms, "You're the one being so loud," earning himself a death glare from you, but it only made his grin wider.

His eyes followed your form as you left the room before he let himself drop down onto the bed. He ran a hand over his face, not even caring to hide the smile that just didn't seem to go away.

You were officially moved in. From today on, he'd wake up next to you every single day. Sarah and he would have you by their side every afternoon after work. He'd be able to pick you up and bring you both home. Together. He knew now the pressure of the next step in your relationship would be approaching quicker, but he decided to put that thought aside and focus on the present - and on your footsteps that were coming back up.

Joel laughed to himself as he got back up, on his way to join you in the bathroom for round two - after all, he had promised you hours.

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i am so in love with your comfort one shots. Can you write one about reader's mom is sick and y/n is worried and chris is there for reader because y/n is scared?

Going through that right now with my mom, she is in the ICU right now ;(

Forever by my side

PAIRING | Fiancé!Chris Evans x Fiancée!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.6K

SUMMARY | Your mom took a nasty fall down the stairs, and you're rushing to get back home. You don't have a way of contacting Chris, but when he shows up at the airport to be by your side, you know exactly why you said yes to this man when he asked you to marry him.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Hurt/comfort, mentions of a bad fall, broken bones, lots of tears and even more tooth rotting fluff at the end.

A/N | I'm so sorry to hear about your mom being in the ICU; I wish I could give you the biggest hug! (Or send Chris your way for an even bigger hug 👀), I hope she will quickly recover and be out of the ICU soon! Hopefully, this will be the comfort you are looking for right now, and I wish for this to make you feel a little bit better 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs would be very much appreciated 🩷

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Today is just a regular day at work filled with meetings, lots of paperwork, and even more meetings. This all changed when you suddenly got a phone call from your Dad because he only calls you at work when it's an absolute emergency.

You run out of the meeting room after excusing yourself before picking up.

''Dad? Is everything okay?'' you say when the door behind you is closed.

''Hi Darling, I'm sorry to bother you at work, but your mom just had a terrible fall down the stairs after she slipped, and she got taken to the hospital with an ambulance,'' he says, and the words don't seem to get through after ''bad fall''.

The world comes to a stop all around you, and your breathing gets quicker while the world around you seems to go in slow motion. Your phone drops out of your hand, shattering as it hits the ground below.

The only sound coming from you was a broken sob as you sank onto your knees, and your colleague rushed over to you to comfort you.

''What happened?'' she asks, but it sounds like you're underwater, and her words don't really register with you.

''M-my mom...'' you croak out, and you completely break down right then and there, not caring who sees or hears you. The woman you love and adore shouldn't be in the hospital, yet there she is right now.

''Y/N?'' your Mom asks as she walks into your room. ''Are you awake, Honey?'' she asks, and you stretch as she walks in.

''Mornin' Mom,'' you say, followed by a yawn.

''How was your last night in your parents' house?'' she asks with a big grin and a small tear. This afternoon you're moving to the other side of the country for a new job opportunity.

''Weird, but overall, I slept okay,'' you tell her as you sit up. You love these conversations in the morning, and your Mom was there every single morning without fail.

''Good, I'm glad to hear it. Now, shall we head down for some breakfast before your flight?'' your Mom asks, and you nod. She leaves the room, and you pick up the outfit that you laid out the night before, stepping into it.

''Is our girl ready for our last breakfast before moving to Boston?!'' your Dad asks, and you chuckle. ''Yeah, I am! Hit me with those waffles!'' you say as you sit down.

The conversation over breakfast is light and exactly what you need right now. The tears and heavy conversations would be saved for the airport.

Your parents decided to drive you to the airport to say goodbye to their last daughter, who would officially move out of the house in a few hours.

It wasn't too bad when it was time to say goodbye to your Dad; a few tears were shed, but nothing compared to your Mom. 

''Honey, please promise me you will take care of yourself and that you will call me as soon as you land, okay?'' she says as she pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

''I promise, Mom, please don't worry about me. You know I'll be fine,'' you tell her, trying to fight the tears - without success.

''I love you so much, Honey, and I wish you all the luck in the world in Boston,'' she says, unable to fight back her tears.

The two of you fell into each other's arms and sobbed loudly until it was time for you to leave, and you waved goodbye with tears streaming down your face.

This is definitely the hardest goodbye you have ever had to go through.

Somehow you made your way to the airport in one piece, already waiting on the first flight home. Suddenly it occurred to you that you must inform Chris; you can't return to your parents without him.

You realize what has happened to your phone and can't reach him at that moment. When you started panicking about how to call him, you heard his voice through the airport.

''Y/N!'' he shouted, and it echoed through the airport. ''Y/N, where are you!'' he said again, and you quickly stood up to follow where the voice came from.

''Chris? How did you-'' is all you say before he reaches you and envelops you in a big hug.

''It's okay, Bubby, everything will be okay,'' he shushes you as you rock back and forth while you completely break down in his arms.

When you had calmed down a little, Chris went to grab a water bottle and got recognized by some fans, but he politely told them that now wasn't a good time for a photo, but he did sign some quick autographs.

He returns with 2 bottles of water and hands one to you before twisting the other for himself.

''What happened?'' he asks as he sits beside you.

''My Dad called and said she was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, she had a nasty fall down the stairs and broke many bones, and she was unconscious when the ambulance arrived,'' you tell him as he pulls you in for a big hug.

''She's going to be okay, Bubby. She's a lot stronger than she looks,'' he tells you, and you know he's right.

''I'm glad to have you by my side, and I think they would be pleased to see you again,'' you tell him, thinking back to the first time they met Chris.

''Are you ready to meet them?'' you ask, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

''As ready as I'll ever be,'' he sighs as the two of you head into your parents' house. You have been together for nearly 6 months, and they invited both of you over for a family dinner.

''Good afternoon, I'm Chris,'' he says as he introduces himself to your parents.

''Oh, Y/N, you didn't mention you're dating the famous Chris Evans!'' your Mom joked, knowing full well you told them to prepare them.

''Just kidding, Chris, Y/N has told us all about you. It's nice to finally meet the man who makes her look like she's glowing,'' she says, and you have the widest smile on your face.

''I told you they'd like you!'' you say as the two of you walk out to the garden, ready to meet the rest of the family too.

''Yeah, yeah, you were right!'' he says before leaning down and giving you a soft peck on your lips.

The flight went on without a hitch, and before you knew it, you were in your Dad's arms, crying as you finally felt the release of being back home and back with your Mom.

''Darling, thank you so much for coming, and you too, Chris,'' he says as he nods to him.

''Anything for Y/N, and of course, you and Lily, too,'' he says. He walks over to both of you and softly brushes your hair out of your face before kissing the top of your head.

''When can we go see her?'' you ask, and your Dad tells you it should be soon.

''I believe she's coming out of surgery at any moment now,'' he says, and you nod before sitting down with either one of them on your sides.

You reach out for both of their hands, and your gaze is fixed on the door; Chris strokes your hand softly with his thumb.

After what seems like an eternity, she gets wheeled through the doors, and you shoot up, practically running to her with tears streaming down your face again.

''Mom! Mom, I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you when you fell. But I'm here now, and I won't leave your side until you're all better,'' you ramble, even though she's not even conscious yet.

''Bubby, come on. Let's sit by her bed until she wakes up, okay?'' Chris says, and you nod, letting the nurse put the bed into place.

Chris sinks into one of the chairs beside the bed and pulls you onto his lap so you're sitting sideways on his thighs. Your head is leaning against his shoulder, and after all the stress and not knowing, you slowly drift off to sleep in the warmth and safety of Chris' arms.

''Bubby, wake up,'' he says softly after about 2 hours; he and your Dad have been wrapped up in conversations the entire time you were asleep, careful not to wake you.

''Honey? Is that you?'' you hear, and suddenly you're wide awake and next to your Mom's hospital bed.

''Mom, I'm here. You're okay, you took a bad fall down the stairs, but you're going to make a full recovery,'' you tell her while you hold her hand.

''Chris is here too, and Dad as well,'' you tell her, and she slowly turns her head.

''Hi, Lily; I'm sorry about what happened”, Chris says as he walks over to hold your Mom's hand.

''You have always been my favorite son-in-law, you know that?'' she says, and all three of you burst out in laughter. ''What's so funny?'' your Mom asks, and you're just happy she can still joke.

''I missed you so much, and I love you, Mom,'' you tell her and give her a soft kiss on her forehead.

''I love you too, Honey. Thank you for coming all this way to see me,'' she says, and the rest of the night is spent in light conversations and laughter until it is time to go home.

''Do you two want to sleep in your old room, or will you book a hotel?'' your Dad asks.

''We will stay with you, but only if we get waffles in the morning!'' you tell him, and he agrees.

''Deal,'' he says, and all three of you walk out of the hospital and to the car, all in dire need of rest.

''I love you, Chris. Thank you for being here with me,'' you say as he hugs you again.

''There's nowhere else I'd rather be,'' he says before kissing your lips passionately, lovingly.

[loudblonde]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader Mafia AU (Chapter 15)

SummarySimon and (Y/N) get close before getting some unfortunate news

Warnings: Oral sex, mentioning of boundaries and people not respecting boundaries.

Author note:

Heyoooooo, it has been a while, things have honestly been mundane here, I just started school and bought Baldurs gate 3 which I have already gotten almost 400 hours in it since august, so sorry for not really posting but I kinda forgot midst school and gaming. I was stuck on where to take this story for a good few weeks, again so sorry. I cant in any way promise consistancy but I will try and post more often.

Thank you so much to the folk who were concerned and all your kind comments that you have left, it truly truly makes my day so much better whenever I read any comment you post.

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Ghost awoke feeling the spot in bed cold. He sighed, this was by far a too-common occurrence over these last 4 days, they would be leaving soon. (Y/N) would have Simon fully at his mercy again. Ghost knew he had to fight against it, and so did Simon, yet neither of him wanted to, no matter how much Ghost screamed and yelled that (Y/N) Price was nothing more than a slippery snake with venom-coated fangs, neither Simon nor Ghost was particularly eager to displease this new owner. 

John Price himself had been strict but Simon always knew there was some part of him that regretted what had happened that night, it didn’t take a fool to see just how much he was being shown that he really shouldn’t be shown or seen, even for the bodyguard of John Price. 

Simon opened his eyes as (Y/N) entered the bedroom, he sat up slightly, propped up on only his arms, his back ached from this position, but he wasn’t going to sit up further. “Did we get the go-ahead?” Simon asked, his voice deep and groggy, betraying any calmness he may have hoped to not show. 

(Y/N) slipped into bed, Simon found himself lying down with his head on (Y/N)’s chest, he was far too comfortable in this position, far too exposed but that didn’t matter, this was… well he couldn’t call it safe, but it was nice. 

“Hmm, we leave in the morning, I said goodbye to Arthur, he leaves on a small trip towards the store to stock up on bulk buys. He won’t be there in the morning.” (Y/N) said with a slight sigh. 

“You sound almost sad at that, love,” Simon said.

“He is an old friend. He is my Soap.” (Y/N) said and Simon fully understood that, a bond he couldn’t explain to no other. Not romantic despite desperately trying it. He hoped (Y/N) wouldn’t be another Soap. “I am happy to see him and sad to leave, but we both know we won’t see each other much if at all after this.” (Y/N) said, disappointed. “Maybe at the opposite ends of a gun.” 

“You think he will kill you?” Ghost asked. 

“If he gets paid a lot, maybe, I won’t fault him for that. It’s the business.” (Y/N) said with a slight shrug. He absentmindedly ran a hand through Simon’s hair. “Your hair is getting long, I like it.” 

Simon leaned into his touch, slowly getting lulled to sleep by it. When he awoke again, (Y/N) was sleeping as well. Simon closed his eyes and felt sleep embrace him for a few moments before (Y/N) woke him up.  

Getting back onto the road meant one thing, medical attention. (Y/N) took over as driver and drove up towards northern Europe, (Y/N) took backroads and at times they slept in the car or in shitty cheap cash-only hotels, whatever the route was, they were not hurrying for time. It was almost a week later of this, when they finally arrived in their Swedish cabin, having almost completely blown past Denmark on the way up, only stopping a few moments for his wrist to be checked and taken care of. Simon looked to where (Y/N) was making a fire and yearned for them to get away from this life of running, but they were finally here, fully just alone and for once, without anything or anyone to worry about, a mutually distant place in a mutually distant country. 

The cabin was small and comfortable, though without running water or electronics, they had a generator for their phones and a small camping stow, all they would ever need. Simon laid his head down on the pillow of the queen-sized bed, it was tugged in the corner of the small cabin, only one room, perfect for laying low. 

(Y/N) glanced at him and smiled. Simon sat up as the other walked over, his arms found a way around his waist as he pulled him in. Simon kissed his stomach before looking up at him. “You haven't pushed yourself onto me,” Simon said softly. 

“Why would I?” (Y/N) asked. “You are a person, no one deserves that and if I must cum, well I have a perfectly fine hand that can get me off.” 

Simon chuckled at that, a small smile on his face. “You are making me more confident by the hour, that's a dangerous thing.” 

This time it was (Y/N)’s turn to chuckle. He placed his arms around Simon’s shoulders. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm, once I realise I am a handsome bastard then there is no stopping me,” Simon said. 

“Well, that just means that my Simon will be the fiercest and most dangerous man around.” (Y/N) leaned down and kissed him passionately.

Simon groaned against the kiss. “You want me to be that? To be confident and not just another thing like that König you fucked?” He asked before standing up, his arms still wrapped firmly around (Y/N). 

“Aye, I do. I love a man who knows what he wants and who isn’t afraid to either ask for it or take it.” (Y/N) said with a smirk. 

“My hand is still busted,” Simon said before backing (Y/N) up against the wall, (Y/N)’s back hit it roughly before their lips met. 

(Y/N) groaned lightly but returned the kiss, he didn’t fight this display of confidence that Simon was showing, despite (Y/N) being a power top, this confidence was very attractive and very different from what he had seen so far from Simon. 

Their kiss lasted a while as they let hands roam and map each other's bodies, both seeking comfort in the movements. 

(Y/N) pulled away and bit his lip before looking at Simon. “How far?” 

Simon hesitated before walking over and sitting on the bed, he spread his legs. “I don’t feel comfortable with penetration….” 

(Y/N) walked over and hummed. “Oral?” He knelt down, gently rubbing Simon’s legs. “You on the receiving end.” 

“If I say stop at any point, will you stop?” The confidence washed away to vulnerability. 

(Y/N)’s smile softened. “Of course, Si, if you ever get uncomfortable, even with kissing, tell me and I will stop. Even just holding your hand or touching you in any manner.” 

Simon smiled at that and nodded. “Okay, let's try.” 

(Y/N) reached up and cupped his cheeks before kissing him, his eyes fluttering close as he felt Simon respond to the kiss. He felt him kiss back, their lips parting easily, (Y/N)’s tongue explored Simon’s mouth, Simon didn’t fight against it, his trust in (Y/N) was unwavering. 

(Y/N) pulled away only to kiss down Simon’s neck, leaving behind faint hickeys. They pulled apart for just long enough to discard the shirt and remove the belt. (Y/N) looked up at Simon as he palmed his growing erection, there were no signs of hesitance so far. “You are doing so well for me.” (Y/N) praised, his head tilting slightly before he undid the pants button. With some combined effort they managed to pull the pants and underwear down to Simon’s ankles. (Y/N) situated himself better before grabbing some lube from the bag next to the bed. He coated his hand before giving Simon’s cock a few strokes, getting it erect.

(Y/N) wasted no time before wrapping his lips around the head, he hollowed his cheeks out before slowly going all the way down, his tongue working expertly to hit all the right spots. Simon felt the wet warmth of (Y/N)’s mouth and moaned, his body was growing hotter by the second.

(Y/N) didn’t hold back, he bottomed out expertly, his nose hit Simon’s pubes, causing Simon to moan even louder, he was suddenly glad they were miles away from anyone or anything. 

As (Y/N) moved up and down his tongue massaged every pleasurable part. He removed a hand from Simon’s thigh to fondle his balls, causing Simon to moan even louder. 

Simon was in the clouds, no one had ever just focused on his pleasure, he placed a hand in (Y/N)’s hair, though he didn’t push down in any manner, the pleasure was too good, he was lost, no matter what he wanted to say it never came out. 

Simon felt a familiar knot form in his stomach. He moaned even louder as he struggled to find his words to warn (Y/N).

(Y/N) saw him and hummed in satisfaction, ignoring his own throbbing cock. Simon groaned at that, causing (Y/N) to feel pride in his own ability to please Simon. 

Simon didn’t hold out much longer, the vibrations, the warmth and the way (Y/N)’s tongue moved was pure bliss, he tapped (Y/N)’s head moments before he came. Simon’s salty hot cum sprayed down (Y/N)’s throat, which (Y/N) drank down without a problem. He pulled away and kissed Simon. “You did so well, I am so proud of you.” 

Simon barely registered the words, he was still riding the high from cumming. “You are amazing.” He chuckled cum drunk. 

(Y/N) chuckled and stood up, he helped Simon get dressed again before laying down with him. “Are you feeling less stressed?” 

Simon nodded. “Yes, thank you and thank you for not doing anything I didn’t want.” 

“Si, I would never, I may be an assassin, but I am not a monster.” (Y/N) said.

Simon chuckled and leaned his forehead against his. “You are painfully hard against my thigh, may I?” Simon asked. 

(Y/N) hummed. “Sure, if you want.” 

“I would love nothing more~,” Simon said.

—

The first few days of the cabin were quiet, almost exactly like their initial cabin but this time more intimate, neither man initiated anything sexual beyond those initial blow jobs, they were content with each other's company, and they needed nothing more. At least not for now. They had each other. 

(Y/N) awoke to find his phone blaring the British national anthem. He rolled over, ignoring the way Simon groaned before picking up the phone. He hummed as sleep still had a hold on him. “(Y/N).” 

‘Hey boy, we have this mess cleared up faster than we intended.’ His father's voice would normally have been a welcomed tone, yet it was like ice filled his veins. ‘Are you able to fly home as soon as possible?’ 

His mouth felt impossibly dry. “Yeah, no yeah, that’s good, I will see about booking some tickets home, we shouldn’t have any problems.” He said. 

‘Good, we need to get you up to speed on everything.” Price said before hanging up, undoubtedly very busy despite it being ass o’clock in the morning. Simon wrapped his arms around (Y/N). “Hey?” 

“We have to go home.” 

“Oh.” 

(Y/N) laid down and wrapped his arms around Simon. “I don’t know the situation or how open we can be.” (Y/N) said before placing a hand on Simon’s cheek, his thumb brushed across the scars. 

“No matter what happens, my loyalty is to you,” Simon said, fully just closing his eyes. He had thought there was no other choice but Price, that he wasn’t worthy of living unless he served Price and attempted to work off his debt, yet (Y/N) had branded Simon as his own with the necklace and had shown him more kindness then he had ever experienced before, no matter how much Simon knew that in the end he was simply being used, he was still going to worship the ground (Y/N) walked on, he would burn the world for (Y/N) if asked, fully loyal like a dog to its master. 

(Y/N) smiled at that, he kissed Simon’s forehead. “And I will do anything in my power to protect you, Si. I won’t let my father hurt you.” 

“I love you too,” Simon said softly. 

“Now, let's get some breakfast and catch a plane.” (Y/N) chuckled. “We can handle whatever England throws at us, no matter what, we have survived everything so far, eh?”

Simon chuckled. “Yes, yes we can.” 

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╰┈➤Hope… || Demon Slayer Drabbles

including: kokushibo, akaza, hantengu, gyokko and gyutaro

summary: @xjulixred45x asked for upper moon headcanons besides douma || they asked for a sweet reader with a bad past. and the reader always has hope.

Kokushibo

- He was quite surprised that you always had a positive attitude and a smile across your face despite your bad past. He didn’t understand why you treated him so kindly he was a blood thirsty demon. But Kokushibo also knew that you always had hope in him and everyone else, which he didn’t mind but why him? “Hmm, Hope? You have hope for me?” He said coldly, as he looked at you with his six eyes he couldn’t help but snarl at you. “I don’t need your hope, I’m a Demon, Upper Moon 1. And there’s no Hope for me.” He said, and as you look at him you smile sweetly at him. Grabbing his large hand “Oh there’s always hope for everyone and especially for you my Love.” You say, making him look away. Scoffing at your comment “Whatever keeps you happy then.” He said, in reality there was no hope for him. He was a selfish Demon who only thought about himself. But deep down he felt a bit of happiness whenever you told you had hope for him.

Akaza

-Now this man loved with all his heart, you were truly a kind hearted soul despite your tragic background. You still had the strength to smile along and you also had hope in everything and everyone. Including him…which was strange for him because he was a Demon. “You know that I have some hope in you. That one day you’ll turn against your Demon King.” You say, as you grab his hand and smile at him. Making Akaza’s blood run cold as you mention Muzan. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening anytime soon.” He said, as he gripped onto your hand. You just smile at him, and he just sighed. “I still have hope, there’s always hope for anything. You know that right?” And he just nodded “Yes I’m very aware that there’s hope but not for this. I’m sorry Y/N.” He said, you shrug and smile. “You keep thinking that, but I’ll hold on to my hope.” And he just nodded not wanting to keep this conversation on going, but he couldn’t help think about what you said. Is there really hope?

Hantengu

-Now from all Demons Hantengu didn’t quite understand why you we’re dating him. You were prefect! You were drop dead beautiful and you always had this positive attitude, you were so strong. And despite your shitty pass as how he thinks of it you still have the guts to be kind and smile at everyone. You also had hope in him which was strange because why would he need hope? “Oh come on Y/N why do you have hope in me..” He whined out, at the moment you were holding him and smiling. “Because everyone needs some hope.” You say, patting his head making him whimper under his breath. “But you know that I’m an Upper Moon 4, a deadly Demon. Why would I need hope?” He asked, you look at him. Your smile never faded away. “Just because, and there’s always hope for everyone my love.” You say, and he just hummed under his breath not knowing what to say so he stayed silent. Hope?? For a demon? Yeah right…

Gyokko

-From all the Upper Moons Gyokko would probably be the most meanest one towards his love one. Because how could you he so golly and happy with a shitty past. And how you manage to always have a smile on your face makes his stomach turn. Why do you have to be so happy? And he also found it weird that you always had hope? He found it funny actually.. “Oh don’t be so ridiculous Y/N, why do you have Hope. And in me?” He said, you smile and shrug. “I just do. Why does it bother you?” Making him laugh loudly. “Hyo Hyo Hyo! Of course not! It just makes me laugh! You have to be stupid to have hope in me. I’m an Upper Moon, there’s no hope for us.” You kept on smiling at him and patted his head. “Oh non sense. There’s some hope for you. There’s always hope for everyone even for scumbag Demons.” You say as if it was nothing, and he looked at you and scoffed. Moving his head away from you. “Yeah whatever you say stupid Human.” He said, as he looked away and he was just thinking about this stupid hope you keep talking about. Yeah right hope for him…that’s funny.”

Gyutaro

-He didn’t understand how you could be so positive and happy all the time, with the way you were treated when you were younger and he found it odd that you were always smiling. You had the strength to always be smiling. But what was strange was that you always talked about hope and how there was hope for him. Hope for him to stop following orders from his Demon Lord. “You know there’s no hope for me. Right Y/N?” He said making you chuckle. “Oh don’t be ridiculous. There’s hope! Hope for you Gyutaro.” You say, smiling at him. And as he looked at you and looked at your smile he couldn’t help but feel abit odd and he looked away from your gaze. “Hm you really think so? Even though I’m a demon?” You just nodded and grabbed his face and place a small kiss on his check. “Yes there’s hope for you and for your dear sister.” You say and he just nodded, thinking about your words. Well he just hopes your right..

[brimarie0512]

Stray kids fanfic ot8 series part two

Slow burn

WC: 4.7k (4,756)

There are pov switches, female reader, use of y/n, nicknames, mentions of food in this chapter

Summery: You wake up in someone’s bed that is not yours. What happens when some of the other members make snarky comments. Chan finally tells you who he and his friends are.

Chapter Two “The Next Day”

Y/n’s pov

I woke up the next morning with the sun up and my head hurting a little as well as a slight sting in my wrist from the grip the guy had on me last night. That's when I noticed the empty spot next to me in the bed that is not mine. Slowly I started to remember the night before. The group of guys I met at the bar and how they saved me from the random guy who wouldn't leave me alone. As I sat up a figure walked into the room. One that I had recognized as Chirs well Chan as he told me back in his room. He came over to me with a glass of water in his hand and some pills.

“Good morning doll, here take this I imagine your head probably hurts.” he said as he handed everything in his hands to me.

As I grabbed them I noticed the blue and purple bruise on my wrist and Chan must have seen it too because as soon as I downed the pills and water he was rubbing my wrist as I winced.

“I'm sorry doll, that looks like it hurts. Do you want some ice?”as asked and I could see the hurt on his face like he had caused this.

“It’s ok chan it's not your fault and it doesn't hurt that terribly it just looks bad” I said as I looked at him trying to smile to put him at ease.

“I shouldn't have left you at the bar then this wouldn't have happened.” He said, still frowning.

“Chan It's not like any one of us knew this would happen and you saved me when it did happen plus if it didn't happen I probably wouldn't have gotten to spend the night with you.” I said and it seemed like that finally got through to him.

“You're probably right doll, I don't tend to bring girls home, even the pretty ones” He said finally smiling.

“Hey Chan I don't mean to break up this wonderful moment but do you know where my phone is? I should probably text the girls I was with last night. I hope they aren't panicking.” I said suddenly concerned with my friends who I abandoned.

“I plugged it in for you after I woke up, it's right there on that side table” he said pointing to the table right next to me

“You're truly the best. Thank you, let me just shoot them a quick text.” I said

I quickly grab my phone turning it on to text the girls a message

Y/n ♥️: Hey girls sorry for leaving last night without telling you. This random guy came up to me and tried to make me go with him. But this group of guys I was hanging out with saved me and then they took me back to their house last night. don't worry tho I am safe

Izzy 🤩: Omg thank god girl I was about to go send a search party for you. But im happy youre safe ….and with a group of guys girl you better spill the tea

Jen 😘: Omg yes girl so happy you're good and safe, I hope you had fun wink wink

Leah 😝: Period girl get it

Y/n ♥️: Thank you girls but nothing happened. They just let me crash here and I think most of them are in relationships with each other anyways. But don't get me wrong these men are fine asf I will text you girls later. One of the guys is in front of me right now.

“Ok sorry Chan I just had to let them know I was safe” I said placing my phone back down

“It's ok doll, don't be sorry” Chan said, giving me a giant smile.

“Also I hope i'm not overstepping but I sent our driver out this morning to get you some clothes, there in this bag,you can shower if you want feel free to use anything in there.” Chan said, sounding a little nervous.

“Thank you Chan You really did not have to do all of this. You have already done so much, how am I ever going to repay you” I said looking him right in the eyes. This man that I met not even 24 hours ago was being so sweet.

“Of coure doll, you deserve the best. You don't need to repay me for just being nice” he said looking at me with such an endearing smile “Why don't you go get ready for the day. I will leave you alone” He said as he stood up and walked towards the door.

Once he left I stood up and stretched my body. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth with the toothbrush from last night. I turned on the shower and stood under the warm flow of water. A shower has never felt this good. I washed my face and body with Chan's products. Whatever this man used, it smelled amazing, I could drown in this smell. Once I got out and dried off I looked at the clothes Chan had gotten for me. A pair of baggy gray jeans and a baggy graphic t-shirt. He also had picked out a sports bra and a whole pack of underwear. I got dressed and went back to sit on Chans bed. He really did have a good style. Someone then knocked on the door.

“Come in” I said from the bed

Chan entered the room “I am glad the clothes fit. I wasn't sure what size you were so I guessed.” He said “I also hope the bra fits. I figured a sports bra was best because then I wouldn't have to guess your cup size.” He said looking all shy now.

“Thank you again Chan. It does fit but I could have just worn my clothes from last night” I said.

“Yeah but I had them washed and they are in the dryer now. I hope that's okay” He said, still looking at his feet.

I decided to stand up and walk towards him, making him finally look up.

“Thank you so much you're truly an amazing man” I said looking him in his eyes so he would feel that I meant every word I said.

“Thank you but you're also an amazing woman” he said smiling now. “Breakfast is here if you would like to eat with the boys and I” he said, taking my waist in his hands once again.

“If you will have me then I would love to join you boys. How did I get so lucky to meet such an amazing guy on a night out?”

“I would say the same thing about you doll” He said, leading me to the kitchen.

Chans pov

When I woke up the beautiful girl from the night before was still wrapped in my arms. I admired her beauty for a few minutes before getting up. Once I had gotten up I grabbed my phone to text our driver to pick up y/n some clothes

BC🐺: Hey I know it's early but do you think you could go to the store and get some clothes. A t-shirt, a pair of light gray jeans, a sports bra and underwear.

Driver🚘: Of course Mr. Bang I will go get them right away

BC🐺: thank you I will send you some pictures of what i'm thinking for the outfit and her sizes

As soon as I sent the texts to our driver I climbed out of bed. Once I was up I noticed y/n’s phone dead on the nightstand so I plugged it in for her. I took a shower and got dressed for the day in some baggy black jeans and a white t-shirt. I left the room as quietly as I could in hopes of not waking sweet y/n up. I went into the kitchen where I made myself a cup of coffee. Seungmin and Lee Know ended up joining me in the kitchen as well.

“So where's the girl, did she ditch when she woke up” Seungmin asked with a sly grin.

“Actually, no she's still sleeping for your information.” I replied trying to wipe that look off his face

There was then a knock on the door. When I opened it, it was the driver with a bag of clothes for y/n.

“Thank you so much for your help” I said

“Of course Mr. Bang it is my pleasure.” Said the driver.

As the driver left Changbin came back in from the gym.

“What's that” Changbin asked

“Clothes for Y/n” I said knowing they were going to judge.

“So what are you planning on keeping her around now? Chan you haven't even known her for a day” Lee Know said finally cutting in.

“I don't Know Minho. That's her choice. But I can see she's a really sweet girl. And you've seen her, she's beautiful, inside and out. We fell asleep cuddling Minho”

“Plus she didn't seem scared off when she saw Felix and I in Hyunjins room last night.” Changbin said, speaking up.

“See, she's already accepting. She didn't even ask me about it when she came back to my room.”

“Okay, I'm just saying don't get your hopes up.” Lee Know said

At this point the rest of the boys had joined us in the kitchen just listening as we discussed y/n.

“Whatever Minho. Let's order breakfast, order whatever you guys want, use my card and order enough for y/n to eat with us”. I said done with the conversation.

“You got it Channie hyung.” Felix said, trying to break the tension.

I grabbed a glass of water and some painkillers to bring back to y/n. As I walked into the room y/n was already awake and sitting up. I gave her the medicine and the clothes I had picked for her in the bag. I left her in the room to give her some privacy and went back into the kitchen. The conversation with the boys was tame. After a little the food came so I went back to the room to get y/n. She agreed to having breakfast with us so we left the room together.

Y/n’s pov

We left the bedroom together and I followed Chan to the kitchen. Once we entered the kitchen the boys were sitting around an island together with all different breakfast foods around. Chan gestured for you to sit down in between him and Felix.

“Go ahead doll, lady’s first” Chan says, gesturing for you to pick out what you want.

You decide to go with the waffles that had whipped cream and strawberries on it. You wait until everyone has chosen what they want to eat and then you dive in.

“Chan this is the best breakfast I have every hed” You said

“I am glad you like it doll” He said, looking at me with a smile on his face.

The rest of the breakfast went smoothly until everyone's plates were empty.

I look over at Chan as I lean in close to whisper in his ear. “Chan, maybe I should get going. I don't want to overstay my welcome.” I said as low as I could

“Listen doll it's your choice but you're welcome to stay as long as you want” Chan whispered back.

When you look up suddenly all eyes were on you.

“Speak for yourself Chan, she's your guest but this is our dorm” Lee Know said matter of factly.

Suddenly Lee Know was being hit on the arm by Changbin

“Yah Don't be rude if shes Chans guest she my guest too” Changbin said

Suddenly the boys were all nodding their heads and agreeing. This was too much for me so I stood up and went back to chans room. I entered and closed the door behind me but it was re-opened right away. I turned around with tears starting to fill my eyes and Chan just came over and hugged me.

“Doll don't listen to him you're welcomed here and the rest of the boys agree. He is just protective over us, he doesn't want anyone to break us apart or hurt us. But I know you wouldn't do that. You keep saying I'm sweet and that I am doing too much for you but you're just as sweet doll.” Chan said, trying to comfort me. “I understand if you want to leave now but like I said feel free to stay the day.”

“Channie, I really don't want to be alone. I am still scared after what happened last night. I know it's stupid but I live alone and I don't have a job right now so I have nothing to distract me.” I said, still hugging Chan, too scared to let go. “I don't want to make Lee Know upset though. He is right, this is his home too and if he wants me to go I should go.”

Almost on cue Lee Know walks into the room.

“Chan, before you try to murder me the boys already got enough shots in outside. Listen, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I don't know if Chan has told you who we are or what our dynamic is but we are all very important to each other and to be honest I don't fully trust you yet.”

I could see Chan tense up and I think Lee Know saw this too. Because suddenly he's speaking again.

“However Chan seems to trust you already and I trust Chan. If you do want to spend the day here feel free I won't stop you and I won't be rude about it again”

“Thank you Lee Know but if you really do not want me here you can say that, this is your home too and I don't want to interfere and make anyone uncomfortable.” I said calmly

“No truly it is okay and how am I going to get to know you and trust you if you aren't around” He stated right back.

“Thank you, I appreciate it. However I haven't made my choice yet on what to do today”

“It's ok I just wanted you to know you are welcomed, I hope I didn't scare you off Chan really seems to like you” He said, giving Chan a wink before leaving and closing the door behind him.

“I am really sorry about him doll” Chan said, still holding onto your body.

“It's okay Chan I promise.” I said, squeezing him.

“So what do you think you want to do today?” Chan asked.

“I think spending the day with you sounds great.”

“Okay doll it's decided then” He said, tackling you onto the bed.

“Channie stop” you said laughing while trying to break out of his grasp.

“Oh so it's Channie now doll, that's cute” He said, holding you tighter for a second before letting you go.

Chan and I lay down next to each other face to face.

“Sooo… I guess I should probably tell you who we are now” Chan said, looking into your eyes.

He shifted to sit up beside me so I did the same, sitting up still looking at him.

“Chan you don't have to I understand having to keep your identity private” I said

“Its ok doll, if you're going to hang around its better I tell you now rather than it slipping another time” He stated

“Okay but only if you want to tell me. If you're afraid of it slipping I can leave” I offer not truly meaning what I was saying.

“No no doll, I am not even worried about today. I mean overall. Listen I know it's soon but I like you and I feel like I can trust you. I mean you have already been so understanding. You haven't even asked any questions. Maybe I am being naive and you're playing me but I would like to believe you're genuine.”

“Thank you Channie and I know words are just words but you can trust me.” I said smiling trying to ease his nerves that were very present

“Somehow I know I can trust you and your word. Okay I guess it's time to spill. Okay so you may not have heard of us but we are a group. A K-Pop group. We are called Stray Kids” Chan said, not daring to look you in the eyes.

“Oh Chan it is ok. To be honest I think I have heard of your group but I don't really listen to K-Pop. Don't worry though your secret is safe with me. I guess that also explains why you are all so attractive. And why Lee Know was so worried. Don't idols have strict rules and can't be seen with women.” I said. So many questions and thoughts going through my head.

“It is okay doll, K-Pop isn't for everyone. And I know I can trust you. I don't know how but I just know. Thank you but don't let the boys hear that you think they are attractive, they will all try to get a piece of you then. And yes that is why Lee Know was worried. The last time even one of us was seen with a woman we got a lot of backlash. To be fair that was when we were just starting out and had a smaller fan base. I don't know for sure but I think Stay would be more supportive now. Sorry I know it is too soon to be thinking of that.” Chan said rapid fire giving away his anxiety.

“Hey slow down, it's ok you don't need to answer everything now and we can keep meeting in secret. I wouldn't dare cause trouble for any of you.” I said, trying to slow him down.

“See this is why you're amazing, I knew I could trust you.” Chan said, leaning in, embracing me in his arms.

Suddenly I was on my back and Chan was hovering over me oh so close. He began to lean in before stopping himself, turning his head away sighing. .

“I am so sorry I shouldn't have done that.” Chan said, sitting up firmly with his legs over the side of the bed, his back to me and his face in his palms.

I decided to sit up and bring myself to sit right next to him. I take his left hand off of his face holding it in my hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Chan, It's okay. You did nothing wrong. If you look at it this way nothing actually happened. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't have stopped you if you tried to kiss me again.” I said, now hiding my face from his gaze as he looked up at me.

“Doll as much as I do want to kiss you there's more we should know about each other first” He said looking at me with the sweetest eyes.

“You're right I am sorry I'm such a fool” I said embarrassed.

“No You're not. I am the one that tried to make a move and then took it back” He said now trying to comfort me

“You're right. You're the fool” I said jokingly, giving him a smile as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“You're adorable ya know that” He said as he looked down at me.

My face instantly started blushing as I tried to hide it in his chest.

“Okay enough. What do you want to know about me Mr. Christopher” I said, giving him a sly smile.

“Technically It would be Mr. Bang but you can call me whatever you want doll.” he said smoothly making me blush again.

“Okay I will stop teasing you now” He said using his pointer finger under my chin so I would look at him. “You said you don't have a job right now. What is it you typically do?”

“I am a makeup artist but it is hard to find work right now. I love what I do and I would love to keep doing it but it does not look like it is in the cards for me right now” I said, beginning to get a little down on myself.

“You know, I could help with that if you would like.” Chan said looking down at you

“Really how?” I asked, completely baffled.

“Did you forget the whole thing about me being a K-Pop idol? We always need more makeup artists. All it would take is a text and I would have you an interview” He said as I looked up at him as if he held the stars in the night sky.

“Would you really do that for me Channie?” I asked in aw.

“Of course I would doll. Give me one second. I will send the text to our manager now if you want.” He said as if it was nothing

“Thank you Channie. I would love that, what have I done to deserve you?” I said gripping him harder now.

Chans pov

“Listen doll, I am going to go talk to the boys and text our manager then I will be right back” I said before standing.

“Okay thank you Channie” Y/n said as she laid back to relax on my bed.

As I entered the living room I found all the boys spread out between the two couches. I went and stood in front of the T.V. to get their attention.

“Guys there is something I need to talk to you about.”I started

“So I told y/n about who we are. She doesn't really know who we are in the industry. Earlier before she knew who we were she mentioned how she does not have a job right now. She told me she is a makeup artist and I offered to get her an interview so she could work with us. I haven't sent a text to our manager yet because I wanted to talk to you guys first. I know the rest of you don't know her that well yet but I get the sense you all like her enough.” I said looking at all the guys trying to gauge their reactions. “So what do you guys think”

“I think we are all ok with it” Seungmin Spoke up for the group. “Plus it will give us all a chance to get to know her better.” He stated again

When I looked around everyone was nodding their heads in agreement. Even Lee Know which was surprising.

“Okay so it's decided Im going to text our manager right now” I stated before sitting down to send the text.

BC🐺: Hey Hyeon-Jeong I know this is out of the blue and you will probably have some questions but I have a friend who is a makeup artist and out of a job right now. Do you think you could set her up with an interview to work as one of our makeup artists?

HJ📱: Of course Bang Chan. I will need her information to properly fill out the interview form.

BC🐺: I will send her your contact information so she can send you anything you need. Thank you so much. I appreciate this.

“Guys Hyeon-Jeong is going to set up the interview for y/n” I said gleaming ear to ear.

The room filled with cheers and applause.

Y/n’s pov

All of the sudden I heard cheering from the living room. Even though I was still frightened by Lee Know I let my curiosity get the better of me as I walked out of Chan's room and followed the sounds of cheering into the living room. As soon as Chan saw me he came and scooped me up in his arms hugging me so tight. Suddenly he let go and looked at me and suddenly our lips were connected.I melted into the kiss until Chan pulled away looking at me.

“What happened to waiting until we got to know eachother better” I said giggling but still holding on to him.

“I couldn't wait any more, our manager just told me he will set the interview up for you to work with us.” Chan said, smiling so wide.

“Oh my goodness Chan I can't believe this” I said melting into his chest.

As We let go of eachother I suddenly noticed all the eyes on us. Chan nervously grabbed the back of his neck as he looked at the floor.

“Wow Channie-hyung we have never seen you act like this” I.N. spoke up.

“Oh hush I.N. Chan-hyung is an old man he can do what he wants” Said Seungmin

“Ay I am not that old” Said Chan, still looking shy.

“Y/n would you like to join us, we were about to put a movie on” Said Felix looking up at you from the couch he was seated on.

“I would love to Felix, thank you” I said, taking Chan's hand as I went to sit next to Felix on the couch. Once Chan and I sat down he leaned closer whispering in my ear.

“Y/n I need your number so I can give it to our manager so he can set up your interview.”

“Of course Channie but is that the only reason you want it” I said back teasingly

“No of course not y/n I also would love to have it so I can talk to the pretty girl I met at the club last night”

I quickly gave my number to Chan before snuggling into him to watch the movie. The boys had pickled the spiderman franchise to watch. We got through four of them eating in between the second and third movie. By the time the fourth one ended everyone was tired.

“Maybe we should call it a night.” Said Han while yawning.

Everyone agreed and Chan walked you back to his room.

“Chan, I should go home tonight.” I said even though I didn't really want to leave I just knew it was the proper thing to do.

“Do you have to doll” Chan said.

“Chan We just met last night. I don't want you or anyone else to get the wrong idea. Plus you have my number now you can text or call me”

“Okay but I am accompanying you home” chan said walking you towards the door of his room

“Deal at least that leaves us with a little more time” I said.

Chan grabbed my clothes from the club out of the dryer and put them in a bag. He walked me out the front door as I said goodnight to the boys. He held the door open for me as I got into the car. We sat in silence on the car ride. But it was comforting. Just laying my head on his chest. When we arrived at my apartment he got out and held my hand as I did the same. He walked me up the stairs to my door.

“Thank you Channie but you didn't have to walk me to my door”

“Of course I did doll, no one like you should have to do anything on your own” He said while holding my waist “Ah I don't want to say goodbye yet”

“Neither do I Channie but we have to. You can always steal another kiss to remember me by”

“As tempting as that sounds I want our next kiss to be after I have properly taken you out” he said smiling

“Well you have my number Channie. Hopefully I will see you soon, goodnight”

“You will doll, good night”

Before he could turn around and walk down the stairs I gave him a kiss on the cheek. Once inside I saw his car drive away. It was pretty late so I went to my room to take my clothes out of the bag Chan had given me. Inside I found the clothes he had let me wear to bed the night before with a note saying “They look better on you, keep them for a while”. I put on the clothes from the night before. They still smelled like Chan. I sent him a picture of me in his clothes with a text saying good night as I plugged my phone in and laid down for bed.

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Chapter Twelve: The Secret Meeting

Summary: You tell Peter how you truly feel at your engagement party and a surprise visit brings you a little hope.

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

Words: 8.6K

Warnings: 18+, Y/N used, cussing, alcohol abuse, forced relationship, blackmail, heart break, controlling parents, step-parents, engagements, chauvinism, angst and hurt. Let me know if I missed anything!

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Steve’s tires squealed as he pulled into the parking lot of the bar, the way he had raced back to Hawkins from Indianapolis he was surprised he hadn’t been pulled over for speeding. Leaving his car quickly he ran through the parking lot, up the porch, and into the bar the door slamming closed behind him. “We have a problem.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Gareth muttered as he looked towards the mens restroom where the sound of someone getting sick was muffled behind the door. “Eddie finally drank himself into a puke fest.”

“Fuck..” Steve said, pushing his hand through his hair. “Hopefully that’ll help me sober up faster. I need him to be conscious for what I have to tell him.”

“I already started on coffee and I currently have a sandwich waiting for him.” Jeff said as he leaned on the bar looking over at Steve.

From her perch at the bar Lizzy looked up at Steve, concern on her pretty features. She had missed seeing you around the bar. And knowing that Eddie was so sad and there was nothing she could do to make him feel better just made her feel terrible. “Did you see Y/N?”

“Yeah.” He nodded as he walked farther into the room. “It’s more complicated than I thought. Much more.”

“What happened?” Robin asked as she hopped up onto the bar sitting on the counter. 

“We sho-” Steve was about to say they should wait until Eddie comes out and sobers up before he explains but the man in question interrupts that by stumbling out of the bathroom slowly. “Damn. You look like shit.”

Gareth’s wife Andrea came out after him. She was a nurse at Hawkins Memorial and out of everyone in the building currently she was the only one who didn’t get squeamish when vomit was involved. “Okay big guy, let's get you into a seat before you fall over. Again.”

Eddie looked up bleary eyed at Steve, his guitar calloused finger coming up to point at him. “You. I heard from someone that you wanted to fight me in unarmed combat.” Looking down at his arms he shook them out a moment before looking back up at Steve. “But you'll have to give me a few minutes. I'm still trying to figure out how to take my arms off.”

Andrea sighed as she hoisted him up the best she could with her nurse's strength and helped him to stumble towards the bar to take a seat on the stool. “Jeff, please tell me you have that sandwich.”

“Right here.” He said moving into the kitchen to grab the plate and was back out in seconds. He placed the plate down right as Eddie was plopped onto the stool. 

Wide eyed Steve looked over at everyone else. “When I left he was still drinking beer. What happened?!”

“He finished the beer.” Brandon said before jabbing his thumb behind him towards the back wall filled with liquor bottles. “Then he started on literally everything else.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Steve muttered as he wiped a hand down his face. Walking closer to the bar he looked at everyone. “We don’t have time for this.”

“How was she?” Robin asked quietly, her fingers fiddling with a loose string on the knee of her jeans. Was she mad at you? Yes. You hurt one of her friends that was a deal breaker in her book. But did she still care about you? Also yes. 

“Not great.” Steve sighed, hands now planted firmly on his hips. Looking down at Eddie he waited until the man started to eat, slowly and messily, but the bread would help soak up the booze. “She’s being blackmailed into marrying someone.”

It was quiet for a moment as everyone, except Eddie who couldn’t focus on anything right now, took a beat to let the information sink in before they all started talking over each other. “What?!” 

“Isn’t that illegal?!” 

“Do we need to go get her?!” 

“Who do I have to kill?!”

“Guys!” Steve shouted over them trying to get them to calm down. “I know. Okay. I know. I tried to get her to come with me but she couldn't. Her dad has dirt on Eddie that would ruin him and the band. She’s doing this to protect him.”

“I don’t need protection!” Eddie slurred as he looked up at Steve, his eyes bloodshot and glassy.

“We know that.” Gareth said, patting him on his back as Andrea put a cup of water in front of Eddie. 

“What you need is to eat, drink this water, have a cup of coffee, and take a nap.” The nurse said as gave Eddie a stern look. 

That look made him shrink back a little, he felt small, like he did when he was still a submissive under Dan. Andrea could be a Domme, if she really wanted too. He would pay good money to see her flog someone. With a little nod Eddie continued with his sandwich. 

Gareth turned to look at Steve. “So what happens now? With Y/N?”

Steve shrugged. “I was hoping that Eddie was sober enough to call his lawyer and figure that part out because if we don’t... Y/N gets married off against her will and shipped to Chicago.” 

“We can call him!” Lizzy said as she practically laid on the counter to dig into Jeff's pocket for his phone. Holding it up for him he smiled a bit at her as he took it. Clicking through the contacts until he found the one he wanted, Jeff put the little Nokia against his ear. A few seconds later Jeff shook his head and ended the call. 

“Straight to voicemail. We'll have to try later.” 

A collective of muttered cuss words sailed through the air as they all sat quietly trying to think of something, anything, that could help you. 

You felt like the world was caving in on you the closer it got to the party. With every minute that passed it felt harder and harder to breathe and you had to stop and focus on what you were doing. With shaking hands you pushed the pretty earring into the lobe of your ear before you took a step back and straightened the skirt of your ivory dress as you gazed at yourself in the mirror. You looked… Decent. Not as much of a blushing bride as your father would have liked but this was all the effort you were willing to put into this.

Moving away from the mirror you walked to your closet to grab the heel that would look nice with this dress and leaned against the door jam as you slipped them on your feet. Taking a breath you glanced at the watch on your wrist before you headed to your bed, you had a few moments before you had to be downstairs and in the car. Taking a seat you closed your eyes and counted to ten. You could do this. You could play the part and keep Eddie safe until Steve was able to figure out a way to fix this. 

Or you could stop being a fucking coward and call Daniel Christianson yourself. Slowly your eyes moved from your lap and over towards the phone that sat on your nightstand. You could do it. Everyone was getting ready. No where near a phone. “Come on.” You hissed to yourself. “Just do it or you’re stuck with Malloy forever.”

With a trembling hand you carefully lifted the receiver off the base and held it to your ear as you held your breath. When all you heard was a dial tone you almost cried right then. Quickly you dialed the numbers that you now knew by heart and put the phone against your ear listening to it ring. Your heart was pounding. “Please pick up.”

“Are you going to say hello this time?” Daniel Christianson's deep voice broke through the speaker and you gasped.

“H-how did you know it was me?”

“I have caller ID. It’s good with numbers.” He chuckled a bit. “May I ask who this is?”

Tears pricked your eyes as you looked up at the ceiling, trying not to ruin your makeup. “My… my name is Y/N. Um… Eddie… Eddie Munson… gave me your number a while back. He said you could help if I was in trouble.”

You heard his move a little, the squeaking of a chair clear over the line. “Are you okay?”

“I need your help.” You choked out, your throat feeling tighter by the second. You heard the doorbell ring. Time was up. “I don’t have time to explain.”

“Y/N! We’re leaving!” Your father called from downstairs. 

“Shit, I have to go.” You gasped out.

“Y/N, don’t hang up.” Dan said, he sounded worried. “Tell me what's wrong.”

Clearing your throat you tried to get a hold of yourself. “Uh... The bar. Hellfire. If you go to Hellfire and ask for Steve Harrington he can tell you everything.”

“Hellfire. Steve Harrington.” He repeated. “Okay. Okay. I’ll talk to him, then I'll be in touch.”

“You can’t call this number.” You rushed out. “Talk to Steve. He’ll get the information to me.”

“Okay… You stay safe.”

“I will.”

“Y/N!” Your father yelled again.

“I have to go. I’m sorry.” You said quickly before you hung up the phone as your father walked into your room.

“We’re waiting on you.” He said as he looked at his watch.

“I’m coming.” You muttered as you stood up and grabbed your tiny clutch from the bed before you followed him out of your room. With one last glance at the phone you close the door.

Eddie groaned as he came too, his head was pounding, his mouth was dry, and he still felt slightly drunk. He had over done it on the tequila. Sitting up he winced at pulsing in his brain before he looked up over the back of the couch to see who was still around. The bar was practically empty save for his friends. The lights weren't dim and the music was off. Ugh thank god..

“Well look who decided to enter the land of the living.” Jeff said from his spot at the bar. Everyone looked over as Eddie slowly stood up on his feet and started for them. 

“How long was I out?”

“Long enough.” Steve said from his spot leaning on the bar. “I hope you don't mind but since you were passed out and we're kinda in emergency mode we closed the bar for the night.” 

“Emergency mode?” Eddie asked as he stumbled forward. “What happened?”

“Eddie Bear,” Lizzy said as she got off her stool and walked to him. Taking his hand she led him to a stool and sat him down. “You should sit down for this.” 

“What's wrong?” Eddie asked, his worry was finally starting to sober him up completely. “What happened?”

“Y/N’s dad is using you to blackmail her into marrying Peter Malloy.” Steve said, looking down at his friend. 

Eddie blinked for a moment, his brows going up to his under his bangs as he stared at Steve. “I'm sorry… what?”

“She's being blackmailed.” Robin repeated as panic started to settle in her chest. “We don’t know what to do… All of this sounds insanely illegal and she’s all alone up there. Her dad went through your shit… is he going to go through our shit?! Steve, what if he somehow finds out about that science test I cheated on in high school?!”

“He won’t. He wasn’t looking for that.” Steve said, waving her off.

“Also, like we don’t know this guy! What if he hurts her?! She’s told us he sucks, we met him at the funeral and we know he sucks, and now she has to marry him?! She’s going to be stuck fore-”

“Robs,” Steve said, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Breathe.”

“What do you mean he went through my shit?” Eddie questioned as he looked up at Steve. When the boy took a little too long to answer, the metalhead was on his feet with his hands on Steve’s shoulders. “What shit?”

Sighing, Steve looked at Eddie. “You need to call your lawyer. He found your criminal record and went through your financials. He’s threatening to release those to the public if Y/N doesn’t do what he wants.”

“...Fuck.” Eddie said, putting his hands over his face before he nodded a bit, trying to get control of his emotions. Pushing his hand in his pocket he pulled out his phone and started to shift through the contacts. “Okay… okay.”

“I have a question for you.” Steve said as he looked at Eddie. Might as well get this over with. “And I need you to answer me honestly.”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a kid?” Steve asked quietly. 

Eddie looked up at him forgetting his phone for a moment, his brows coming together in the middle in clear confusion. “Cause I don’t.”

Though the door to the bar opened no one looked up, still too interested in what Steve had just asked Eddie to pay attention to the front door. The confusion based staring contest was getting heated at this point in time. Brandon’s voice called out to the person. “Sorry we’re closed tonight.”

“Perfect. Now I can talk to you without my eardrums bursting.”

“Dan?” Eddie’s head snapped over to look with wide eyes at the sound of the familiar deep voice. “I was just about to call you.”

“No need, I’m here.” The older man said as he walked towards the group. He was a tall man, taller than Eddie at least, close to six foot if anyone had to guess. Probably in his late forties to early fifties if his graying hair was any indication, and he was a wall of muscles. Completely fit and incredibly intimidating.  

Eddie shoved his phone into his pocket and walked over towards his old dom. It had been a few months since he was able to see him in person and when Dan opened his arms he went straight in for a hug. His arms were a comforting safe place. Everything Eddie needed right now. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I had to come,” Dan said as he let Eddie go to look at him with a little smile. “A very nervous young lady called and told me to come and speak with her cousin. Steve.”

“Y/N called you?” The younger man asked, looking up at Dan. His heart was pounding in his chest, he remembered telling you to call Dan if you needed help and he couldn’t get to you.  

“She did.” He nodded and looked around at the group by the bar. He recognized all the boys from the band and their girls but there was one boy and girl he hadn’t met yet. Pointing at the new boy he narrowed his eyes a bit. “Are you Steve Harrington?”

“Uh, yeah.” Steve nodded his head and moved towards him with his hand out. “That’s me.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Dan said, shaking his hand. “Now tell me everything.”

The ballroom of the Conrad was beautiful. A tall decorated ceiling with chandeliers, cream walls with wood and gold details, the red and gold carpeted floor brought in a splash of color that was needed to keep the room from looking monochromatic. Tables were scattered around the room with golden chairs, the buffet table sat against the back walls holding all kinds of food and desserts. Waiters wandered around the room offering drinks. Everything was beautiful, but unfortunately, completely overwhelming. It was too bright, too loud, there were too many people, and you barely knew a handful of them. Steve’s parents were here but not Steve, your father and stepmother, and the Malloy's of course. No one was here for you. Not really. 

You were polite, you smiled, thanked everyone for coming, and chatted like you always would at your fathers parties. On the outside you looked happy but inside you felt like you were drowning. You kept trying to swim up but no matter how far you got or how hard you kicked you kept getting pulled back down into the depths. 

You took a deep breath as you downed your fourth glass of champagne, so far tonight you’ve been told at least five times how lucky you were, that Peter was a catch, and that no less than six women had admitted they would die to be in your place. You had to bite your tongue to keep from telling them he was all theirs if they could keep from choking on all the chauvinism he oozed.

Passing the empty glass to a wandering waiter you smiled at him when he gave you a little grin. “Thank you.” 

Looking around the room you spotted a door that led to an outdoor patio and started that way, hoping to get some air to help with this feeling of not being able to breathe. You were halfway through the room when you heard your name being called. Looking over Peter smiled and waved you over, he wasn’t alone though, more people for you to meet. Great. Taking another deep calming breath you shifted your footing and started over towards them stretching a pretty smile on your lips that you hoped didn’t make you look crazy. Or maybe you did. Then no one would want to talk to you.

“Sweetheart,” Peter said as he held his arm out for you, placing it around your waist when you got close enough. “This is my partner at the firm Andrew Chen and his wife Wendy. This is Y/N L/N, my fiance.” 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Wendy said as she placed her hand on your shoulder. Her brown eyes held nothing but laughter. She was teasing you both. “He hasn’t shut up about you.” 

“Nice to meet you both.” You smiled as you shook Andrew’s hand. 

“What are you doing with a guy like him?” Andrew said as he looked over at Peter with a laugh. “She’s out of your league, man.”

“Don’t I know it,” Peter laughed, hugging you closer to his side. You felt your skin crawl.

Andrew smiled before looking over at you. “And you still agreed to marry this guy?”

“I guess you could say I came as part of a business deal.” You smiled leaning your head against Peter’s shoulder. Making a joke of your shitty situation. You felt him tighten his hold on you, his fingers digging into your side painfully and you had to stop yourself from wincing.

The small group laughed at your “joke”, before it quieted down enough for a bit of small talk.

“So where did you meet?” Wendy asked as she took a sip of her champagne.

“Oh…  We me-” You started but Peter interrupted you. 

“We met at one of her fathers parties. Our dad’s are going to be business partners for a new company up in Chicago. That’s why they wanted us to look at those contracts Drew.”

“Oh I remember that.” He nodded with a smile. 

“Once those contracts were signed he threw a party and invited us down.” Peter said, smiling down at you. “I met her that night. Couldn’t keep my eyes off her.”

You remembered that night. He stared at you for most of it and it creeped you out. 

“That’s so cute!” Wendy sighed as she looked up at Andrew. 

The four of you chatted for a few more minutes until someone else called Andrew and Wendy over. “Oh shit that’s Michael Chance. I’ve been working on getting a contract with his guy for months. Excuse us.”

You watched as the two of them walked away and once they were out of sight you tried to take a step to the side away from Peter but his grip only tightened on you.

“Are you alright?” Peter asked, looking down at you.

“I’m fine.” You said waving his concern away.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “It isn’t like you to act this way.”

“How would you know?” You snapped. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know everything about you.”

“What’s my favorite color? My favorite book?” You asked as you looked up at him, blinking curiously. “How do I like my coffee?”

Peter floundered a little as he searched for answers for the questions you posed to him. He didn’t know any of them.

“You don’t know, do you?” Pulling out of his grip you glared at him. “Of course you don’t. Cause you don’t know me. If you did I’m sure you wouldn’t even like me. But you like the idea of me. Well let me help you get to know me a little better. I think I'm a fairly good person. I like to bake and cook for the people I love, I’m sarcastic and a little bratty, and I don’t like you. I’m not an idiot, I know how business deals work with my father. He gets what he wants as long as the other party gets what they want, and you want me. Not because you love me, or like me, but because you think I'm something pretty and you want to own me. Now you get to. So something you should know right now is that as soon as we say “I do” I’m going to make your life a living hell… Til death do us part.” 

Sending him one last glare you turned and walked away from him, back towards the patio that you were originally headed to when he called you over. Peter watched you move out of his reach, his jaw clenched in a low simmering anger. He knew that you weren’t stupid. He knew that you didn’t want this. But he didn’t care. He wanted you and he got you, you didn’t have to like him to marry him. As time went on he knew that you would grow to love him. Even if it took years.

Dan sighed as he placed the glass of his favorite bourbon on the small table. Eddie always kept a bottle on the back shelf for him in case he should stop by and damn did he need it right now. Steve had just filled him and Eddie in on the entire fucked up tale and he had to admit it would make for a great movie. There were scandals, love confessions, blackmail, forced marriage, and even a little bondage thrown in for spice.

“Looks like your girl found herself in a little trouble.” The lawyer said as he looked over at Eddie. “But the good news is we have a case.”

“We do?” Steve asked in what could only be called a hopeful tone.

“We do.” Dan said as he emptied his glass. “Everything currently happening is incredibly illegal. We have laws that say you can’t force someone to marry another against their will. And I happen to know for a fact that they altered Ed's finances. He doesn’t have any children. There was one scare a few years ago but the paternity test put that to rest very quickly.”  

“So we can get her out?” Eddie asked as he leaned towards his old dom, his arms on the table top, he looked eager. He wanted to see you so badly.

“We can.” He nodded. “It’ll take some time and I’ll have to call in a few favors but we can fix this.”

“How long?” Eddie asked as he got off his stool to pace around. “I don't want her to be stuck up there any longer than she already has been.” 

“A few weeks,” He said, running his hand down his short beard. “We have to pull everything we can get on her father, and the Malloy’s. With how quickly everything is moving it’s obvious this isn’t the first shady deal for either of them. Plus, the name Peter Malloy is familiar to me.” 

“He’s a lawyer in Chicago.” Reaching into this pocket Steve pulled out the card Peter had given him and handed it to Dan. “He gave me this today. He wants us to hang out, get to know each other, because Y/N and I are so close.”

“When's the wedding?” Dan asked as he looked at the tiny business card. Yeah that name was familiar but not because of his work as a lawyer. But because he was a complete creep.

“I don’t know yet, maybe a few weeks? She was getting all those last minute details done today. But the engagement party is happening right now.” Steve said, pointing to the table. It made him nervous knowing that you were three surrounded by people who didn’t actually care about your well being.

“That’s good. Unfortunately we’ll need her to continue to play the part until I can get our evidence and talk to a judge.” Dan muttered as he put the business card in his wallet for safe keeping. “I have to go. The sooner we get this handled the sooner she can come home.”

“Thank you Dan,” Eddie said as he watched the older man get off his stool. “I’ll pay you back for this.”

Waving his hand in the air Dan shook his head leveling Eddie with a no nonsense look. “Pro bono. This girl is important to you which makes her important to me.”

Both Steve and Eddie gave a sigh of relief. Dan would take care of this and everything would be okay. You were coming home. 

The morning after the engagement party you woke up as soon as the sun hit your window, the light of the early morning shining bright in your eyes making your head pound just a little. You definitely had too much to drink yesterday. Rolling over in your bed you grabbed the second pillow from by your head and pulled it to your chest to cuddle. You were not ready to get up yet and face the day so cuddling a pillow imagining it was Eddie would have to do, but the door to your room opening killed that and your stepmother's voice was like nails on a chalkboard. 

“Get up.” She sighed as she leaned on the door frame. “We have an appointment for your dress fitting.”

“I didn’t even pick out a dress. How can I have a fitting?” You mumble into your pillows..

“Charlotte and I picked one out for you.” Evelyn said as she picked at her manicured nails. “We are leaving in twenty minutes.”

You kept your eyes closed as she left the room leaving your door wide open. Mostly to force you out of bed. She did that when you were younger too and didn’t want to go to school. She would come in, turn on all the lights, pull your blankets away, and then leave with the door open. In her mind it was a way to get you moving, since you were getting out of bed to close the door, you might as well get dressed, and go to school. You could still hear her heels clicking as she moved down the hall. Groaning you wiped the sleep from your eyes as you glared at the door before pushing the pillow away and sitting up. You weren’t sure how today was going to go but you prayed to anyone who was listening that the dress was at least decent. 

Forty minutes later you found yourself standing in front of the mirror at the dress shop wearing the dress that was chosen for you and it was hideous. The dress was everything you feared it would be. A pure white, floor length dress covered in lace, ruffles, and heavy beading. The neckline was way too high and it covered everything up to your neck so it felt like lace was choking you. The sweetheart neckline did nothing for you and you had to wear a corset so the waist could be cinched down tightly to give you that hourglass shape that was accentuated by the pastel pink sash that led to a giant bow that sat right at the small of your back. Oh, and you didn’t even want to talk about the puffed sleeves or the full ball gown ruffled skirt. It was like a horrible mix of an old southern belle dress and something straight out of the 80’s. Gone with the Wind came to mind. You didn’t know where they found this monstrosity but it needed to go back to hell where it belonged. You felt like you couldn’t take a decent breath but whether that was from the corset or your anxiety you didn’t know. 

The attendant, whose name was Lauren, could see you weren't happy but when she turned to talk to Evelyn and Mrs. Malloy she bit her tongue when your soon to be mother in law cooed at you.  

“Don’t you just look like a dream?!” Mrs. Malloy said as she stood up from the couch she was on to come over to you fixing the giant pastel pink bow that sat just above your ass. “Peter’s going to love it!”

You gave her a tight smile. ”I'm so glad."

“I think it’s perfect.” Evelyn said from her spot on the couch. She looked way too smug for your taste as you glared at her through the mirror.

You have never wanted to hurt her so badly in your life. The need to rip her hair out was strong but you were better than that.  

“Don't you just love it?” Mrs. Malloy asked as she hugged your shoulders in between her hands, staring at you in the mirror, pure joy on her face. “You know my Peter always had a thing for Scarlett O'Hara.” 

‘Probably because she's as shitty as he is,’ You thought. Taking a steady breath you looked at her in the mirror. “I'm sorry but isn't this... a little… much?” 

“Nonsense.” She said fluffing up your sleeve. “It's beautiful, a statement. Do you not like it?”

You battled with yourself for a moment, you didn’t want to upset the lady, but you couldn’t wear this. So you decide to tell her the truth. “No. I don't. This isn't what I would choose.” 

“Oh…” She said, taking a small step back. Her joy dwindled a little as she spoke, making you feel terrible. “Oh I didn't realize. Evelyn said you would love it.” 

‘Of course she did.’ You thought bitterly. “I'm sorry I know you love this dress but I can't wear this. Is there any way we can exchange it or something?” 

Lauren nodded her head vigorously. She was more than ready to get you out of this horrible gown. Turning she called over one of her coworkers and spoke to her quietly before she turned back to you as the other girl ran off. “Absolutely. We can find something that is in the same price range and exchange it.” 

“As much as I love this dress,” Mrs. Malloy said as she fiddled with one of the skirt ruffles. “I would rather you have a dress you want.”

‘Oh thank fuck.’  You thought as you bundled the skirts into your hands and stepped off the little podium to follow the lady back into the dressing room to change into something completely different.

Once the door was closed you dropped the wads of fabric and looked in the mirror again before you looked over at Lauren. “Can I say this dress is awful without offending the designer?”

“Oh no,” She said, shaking her head as she came up to you to start getting you out of this monstrosity. “This dress is terrible. I don’t even know why we have it in stock. I should have known something was fishy when two older ladies came in without the bride to look at dresses. But don’t worry we will get you in one that you love.”

You only smiled a little and let her fuss around you to remove the large bow and start to undo the laces from the back of the dress. You thought about what she said and you fully believed you would never find a dress you loved when you weren’t marrying the man you loved. Plus on top of everything you missed your mom, you always imagined looking for dresses with her and she wasn’t here to hype you up or defend you against the two harpies in the other room.

Stepping out of the giant dress puddle you watched as Lauren put it back on the hanger before she came back over to unlace the corset from around you. Once it was loose enough you took a deep breath. “Holy shit.”

“I know corsets not made for you are such a pain.” She said as moved around your front to pop the busk open and had you hold it closed while she grabbed a strapless bra and the robe from the chair in the corner of the room.  

Once you were back in some more comfortable undergarments, the soft silky robe over your shoulders, there was a knock on the door behind you, turning you looked over your shoulder to see Lauren’s coworker enter the room with a couple of hangers in her hands. Lauren took those dresses and handed her the southern belle horror. “Thank you Nicole! Please take this dress away and bury it.”

Nicole looked horrified at the dress and bundled it up in her hands. “Gladly. They actually put you in this thing?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. 

“I am so sorry.” She muttered as she slipped from the room taking the offending garment with her.

“I hope we can convince our manager to throw that out.” Lauren said as she placed the other dresses on the hooks in the wall. “Now, let's get you into something a little more this century.” 

An hour later you left the shop with a dress you actually liked. It was an off the shoulder satin and lace a-line princess dress, floor length with a good train and moderate beading. It was classic yet modern and a thousand times better than the other one. Mrs. Malloy even got some of her money back for the first dress when they exchanged it for this one but she gave it back to the shop so they could rush the order. 

You spent the rest of the day wandering the city with Mrs. Malloy and Evelyn. Picking out their dresses for the wedding, getting appointments for hair and make up, and picking out the flowers for the bouquets. When Mrs. Malloy paid for four bouquets you were incredibly confused, it was just you, you didn’t have a bridal party. 

“Peter’s cousins wanted to be bridesmaids.” She said with a smile. “They already have dresses. You'll meet them when we go back to Chicago for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding.”

“Oh…” You sighed. “Great.” 

God fucking damnit you couldn’t even pick out your own bridal party! You didn’t even know these girls, you always imagined that Tiffany and Ada would be up there with you Robin and Lizzy as well. On top of all of that you were just finding out the wedding wouldn’t even be in town! They were making you go to Chicago!

Soon you found yourself walking down the street behind the two ladies as they gossiped about who knew what you weren’t listening to them. 

“Oh the cake!” Mrs. Malloy said as she stopped in front of a bakery. It was like an afterthought for her as she looked in the window at the display. “We need to order the cake!”

“I was thinking I could make my own cake.” You said stopping next to her. “I own a bakery.”

“Nonsense.” She said pushing the door open. “You have so much on your plate already, making a cake shouldn’t be something you need to worry about. It’s only three weeks until the wedding!”

Evelyn smiled as she walked in after her leaving you standing on the sidewalk. Your eyes burned as you looked at the display. The one thing you were trained for, that you loved to do the most, and you couldn’t even do that. You wanted to make your own cake. Taking in a calming breath you pushed open the door and walked into the bakery. It smelled sweet like vanilla with a hint of coffee, it was familiar, it smelled like home. You felt your spirit start to break. 

It felt like years but it was only hours later that you finally found yourself back in your fathers house. Dropping down onto your bed you stared at the ceiling letting out a breath in a large sigh, you feel like the weight of the world is sitting on your chest. Mrs. Malloy and Evelyn said today was successful but you just felt defeated. At least you were able to convince them to change your dress. How the shop was going to get it ready in three weeks you have no idea. 

Rolling over you grabbed the pillow you were cuddling this morning and buried your face in it. What was Eddie doing right now? Did he miss you? Did he hate you? You didn’t really end things well… Biting your lip you felt your eyes start to burn again. You couldn’t think about him right now. Steve would take care of everything. At least you hoped he would… 

Tossing the pillow to the side you sat up as you heard Mrs. Malloy call a goodbye to you from the front door. 

Mrs. Malloy. 

You are gonna be a Mrs. Malloy soon. Scrunching up your face you stood from the bed and paced around your room tears starting to pool on your lower lashes. You didn’t like the sound of that, it didn’t flow well. Sniffing, you walked over to the mirror that sat on your vanity. In three weeks you were getting married. To a man you hated. 

Wiping your face as you stood looking in the mirror. You barely recognized yourself and now you were getting a new last name. Straightening your back you thrust your hand forward as if to give someone a handshake a fake smile on your face. The same smile you’ve been holding for a while now. “I’m Y/N Malloy.”

You frowned as you shook your head, that just felt wrong. Sniffing, you blink back the tears as you try again, shaking your hands out before you take a deep breath and look in the mirror again. Your hand went out, the smile plastered on your face. But you faltered, your lower lip wobbling. The tears finally broke through your barriers, sliding down your cheeks as you spoke through the lump in your throat. “I’m…. Y/N… Malloy…”

Turning away from the mirror you groaned as you walked towards the window seat that faced the garden. You always loved this view but tonight it didn’t do anything for you. Taking a seat you pulled your legs to your chest and cried. God damnit you were so tired of crying. 

Eddie sat in his old van hidden in the darkness on the side road next to your fathers house, his hand tapping on the steering wheel anxiously as he watched the window that led to your room. He remembered which one was yours from when you showed him at your grandmother's funeral. He had been sitting out here for hours hoping to just get a glimpse of you. But the lights in your room had remained off until recently and he sat up straight when they came to life. He hated that he was so close but so far and he really hated how he felt like such a stalker but if this was the only way he could see you then so be it. 

'Says the stalker.' He reprimanded himself in his head. For the next few minutes he watched you as you paced. 

You moved about your space, your figure coming in and out of the view from the window before you stepped away from the window all together and he sighed. "Come on baby, let me see you. I need to know you're okay."

A few minutes later you were back in full sight and he sat forward to get a better look at you over the dashboard as you sat on the window seat he knew was there and curled in on yourself shoulders shaking. "No.. don't… don't cry sweetheart."

He watched for a few minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore, the need to comfort you was too strong. As silently as he could he slipped from the van and closed the door without so much as a squeak from the old hinges. Silently, he stuck to the shadows moving towards the fence and once he got close to the wall he jumped, his hands grasping the top of the six foot iron and brick fence. Lifting himself with a groan he swung one of his legs up then the other, careful to not hit anything important, and as he reached the other side he easily dropped down onto the grass in your fathers side yard. He stayed for a moment and when no one screamed at him, he snuck through the gardens trying hard to avoid being seen from the windows as he moved through the yard until he found your window. Now he just needed to get your attention. 

Looking around he tried to find something to throw, anything would work. His eyes zero’d in on the small pebbles that surrounded the rose bushes and grinned. Well this always worked in the movies. Crouching down he grabbed a handful of the small rocks from the flowerbed and took a few steps back, praying to a god he didn’t believe in that he would hit your window since he wasn’t much of an athlete. Taking aim he chucked a rock up and quietly cheered when it hit before he did it again.

Your head lifted up and you wiped at your face as you looked confused at the sound, what was that? You were about to brush it off when another rock hit your window and you flinched, turning so you could look out the window, you gazed down into the garden. That’s when you saw him standing there with a small smile on his face, his eyes soft even from this distance, you blinked. Eddie? Oh my god, you have finally gone insane. Seeing the one person you want to be with the most outside your window. He couldn’t be here. Wouldn’t be here. That would be stupid. 

Another small rock hit your window and you gasped when you looked at him watching as he gave a little wave. He was here! You smiled at him before panic rushed in. Your eyes went wide. He wasn’t supposed to be here! What if he was caught!? “Eddie..”

Quickly you leap from the window seat and rushed from view making him frown as he watched you leave. Taking a few steps backward he dropped the rest of the stones in his hand and looked around, what should he do now? You ran from the window so quickly. Did you not want to see him? A sound to his left grabbed his attention and he quickly ducked behind some foliage as the side door opened. “Shit..”

“Eddie?” You whispered as you stepped outside and closed the door. Looking around you noticed he wasn’t there anymore and bit your lip. You couldn’t see him anymore. Had he just been some trick your mind was playing? Pushing your hair out of your face you looked up at your window. Was he just a figment of your imagination?

Peeking up over the bush he was hiding behind, Eddie sighed in relief as he stood up a bit and hissed at you getting your attention. He watched as your head snapped over and you stared at him for a moment before you started for him, your hands coming up to grab his shoulders. You couldn’t stop touching him and he couldn’t stop staring at you, his hands now on your hips, fingers squeezing the meat beneath them. He could feel your hands as they moved around his shoulders, neck, cheeks and hair before you finally pulled yourself together. Your eyes were wide, breathing a little stuttery as you tried not to cry. He was here.

“What are you doing here?” You muttered, in complete shock. Eddie was here, in front of you, touching you. A noise from the house snapped you out of your shock and you let out a curse, you couldn’t just stand out in the open like this, looking over at the house you looked around before you quickly started to push him back into the relative safety of the trees. At least there you could hide away from prying eyes.

“I had to see you.” He said, his hands coming up to cup your jaw. “I’ve missed you.”

Tears brimmed your eyes. God, you’ve missed him so much. “If anyone sees you, they’-”

“Let them see me!” He said louder than he meant too but he was angry. His hand moved to your chin lifting your face to the side to see the slight hollowness of your cheeks, the almost healed bruise. More anger flared in his chest, they were starting to break you down until you were nothing but a shadow of your former self. “Did they do this?”

“That's not important right now.” 

“Don't defend them!” 

“I'm not defending them, I'm protecting you!” You hissed. Closing your eyes you sighed. “If they find you they’ll have you arrested for trespassing.”

“I’m willing to risk that.” Eddie said as he pushed some of your hair off your forehead. Where was his feisty girl?  

“I’m not.” You said, shaking your head trying to get him to lower his voice. “Eddie please. You can’t be here.” 

“Well, I’m not leaving until we talk.”

“Eddie!” You whined as you looked back towards the house before turning back to him, your arms pushing him away a bit. “You wanna talk? Fine, let's talk. Why the fuck did you not tell me you had a kid?!��  

“Because I don’t.” He said with a shake of his head. “I had a scare once but we did a test and the kid’s not mine. I paid maybe three months of child support before we found out.”

“I saw the papers, Eddie! You don’t need to lie!”

“I’m not lying! Do you know how easy it is to doctor records with computers now?” 

You stared at him, your eyes searching for any sign of a lie. When you don’t see any you sighed in relief letting your head fall onto his shoulder. “Oh thank god.”

“Sweetheart, listen, Steve told me everything.” He muttered putting his hand on the back of your neck, “I know you only did what you did to keep my secrets. To protect me. But that’s not your job baby.” 

“It is when it’s my father that’s threatening you.” Leaning back you looked up at him with sad eyes. “You should go. Just forget about me. It’ll be safer for you.”

“If you think for one moment that I’m going to let you just walk out of my life without a fight, you’re not as smart as I thought you were.”

“I’m not worth this Eddie.” You whispered.

His look turned sour for a moment and in a flash his hand moved from your neck into your hair, his fingers firmly pushing into your locks and pulling your head back a little so you would have to look up at him. A gasp left you as he leaned forward so he could whisper in your ear. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. No one talks badly about the woman I love. Not even the woman herself. You’re worth fighting for. Do you understand me?”

Tears fell from your eyes as the pain radiated on your scalp but you could barely concentrate on that. He still loved you. Eddie had just told you he still loved you. Nodding you felt him let your hair go and you laid your forehead on his shoulder as you hugged him close to you. Your whispered reply was hard to hear but he got it and it made his heart thump in his chest. “I love you too.”

“We’re going to fix this sweetheart. I promise you. You aren’t going to marry that asshole and you’re coming home. We just need time.” His hand went to the back of your head, his fingers playing with a lock of your hair as he leaned his cheek against the crown of your head holding you as close as he could. It was wonderful to feel you in his arms again. 

“Eddie the wedding is in three weeks… in Chicago.”

Pulling you from his shoulder he smiled down at you as his thumbs brushed away the tears from under your eyes. “That's good to know. But we have a plan that will get you out of this while also taking down your dad and the Malloy's. Dan’s looking into it but we need you to play along a little longer. Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” You nodded. 

“Good..” He kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose, and then finally your lips. It was sweet and loving, everything you both had been missing. Putting his forehead against yours he whispered to you. “It’s going to be okay.” 

“Y/N?” Your father called making you gasp and pull away from Eddie to look towards the house. When had he left the house? Was he close? Had he seen Eddie?

“Coming!” You yelled back pushing Eddie back towards the fence in your panic. He needed to get out of here. “You have to go.”

Eddie nodded as your father called for you again. Pushing his hand into the pocket of his jeans he pulled out a necklace and held it out to you. A guitar pick just like the one he gave you before hung on a silver chain. “This is yours if you want it.”

“Y/N!” Your father was getting more annoyed the more he had to call you.

Holding your hand out you took the necklace and held it against your chest. Turning around you cleared your throat as you called back. “I’m coming!”

“I love you.” Eddie said as he grabbed your hand, pulling you close to give you one more kiss. “I’m coming back for you.”

“I love you.” Kissing him one last time you push him towards the fence. “Now go!”

You watched as he made a running jump to grab the top of the fence and climbed over it quickly. Once he was on the other side you shoved the necklace in your pocket and started to move out of the trees towards your dad who called you again. You took a deep breath to calm your emotions as you caught sight of him. “I’m here. Sorry. I just needed some fresh air.”

“I’ve been calling for you!” He hissed when you got close enough. “The neighbors must think I’m insane. Now get inside. Peter’s here to see you.”

“Great.” You mutter as you pass him, giving one last look at the fence Eddie had climbed over. Hoping and praying that this won’t be the last time you see him.

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The Heart is a Deep Ocean - Part 6

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Heartbroken, with nothing to lose, you confess how you truly feel and Bucky does the same.

Warnings for this chapter: Angst, slight sadness, crying, smut, 18+, tender Bucky, confessions, fluff, fingering, oral sex, sweet Steve

A/N:  AHHHHH IT FINALLY HAPPENED!!! Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own ❤️ Thank you to @gogolucky13 for reading over parts of this chapter😘 I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get out, I was honestly on the fence about the chapter and the story as a whole for a long time.

Please do not repost, translate or copy my work. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated! 😊

Divider credit to the lovely @firefly-graphics

Steve wouldn’t be back for a while, yet instead of heading to your room, you slid down to the ground in front of his door. Drawing your knees up to your chest to try and make yourself as small as possible, you sobbed. Some part of you hoped that Bucky would come to search for you. Come back and scoop you up in his strong arms. Kiss the top of your head and let you breathe in his scent. The rational part of you knew how ridiculous you were being. You had kept the truth from him and it was no one’s fault but your own that he left. Maybe if you had been honest from the start, he would have chosen to stay away. You hadn’t wanted to risk it though, you needed him like you needed air; he was a part of you. That was cemented between the two of you from the first time you locked eyes. A fate written in the stars. Nothing else could describe the whirlwind tunnel of emotions you were suffering through.

You don’t know exactly how long you sat there, with your head resting against the door but it was enough time for everyone who passed you to give you a pitying look before retreating. 

“Y/n?” Steve’s voice barely broke through your anguish and you looked up through bleary eyes to see him standing over you, “What happened? Are you okay?”

Grabbing your arm, he helped you up to your feet, letting you cry into his suit jacket as he unlocked the door and ushering you in. He sat you down on the chaise, kneeling down in front of you. 

“Talk to me y/n. You’re worrying me,” Steve pleaded, wiping away at your falling tears. 

“I-Bucky-we,” was all you managed to hiccup out. Taking deep breaths like Steve was directing you, you began to try to calm yourself. “I told him the truth after he told me that he wanted me to be his. About my parents and the man they wanted me to marry.”

“And then what happened?”

You stood up, stepping around Steve to pace. Still sniffling but calmer, you began to rant. 

“He was so cruel, Steve!” you threw your arms up in the air in an exasperated way, “It’s almost like he shut down and became a whole other person. I know what I told him hurt, hell it hurt me to tell him, but I never thought that he would think I would intentionally try to hurt him!”

“He was hurt, like you said. Bucky tends to lash out first and ask questions later. He’s been that way since we were kids.” Steve rounded the couch and stood in front of you, causing you to come to a screeching halt. 

“And then Catherine showed up before I could even attempt to patch anything up and I refused to cry in front of that vile woman.” You spat, getting angry for a moment before you remembered the broken look on Bucky’s face. Your body sagged like a flat tire, anger whooshing as quickly as it came. “He makes me feel alive, Steve.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” Steve said calmly as he pulled you into a tight hug, “I’m sure once he comes back from dinner, the two of you can sort this thing out. The only reason he got as angry as he did was because of how strongly he feels for you. Do you know how many times he’s ever had an angry reaction with Catherine? None. Because he doesn’t care what she does but with you, in these three short days, Y/n, you’ve become his whole world. He can’t talk about anything but you.”

Steve’s speech made you breathe easier and you knew, despite all the heartache, that he was right. You would have done the same thing if Bucky told you that he truly intended to marry Catherine. Heck you saw red just thinking about it. The thought of anyone else getting to be the woman to walk down the aisle toward James Buchanan Barnes, made your blood boil. 

“I love him, Steve.” you admitted almost silently. Steve looked at you with a happy, surprised expression and your mouth curled up into a big smile. The confession was like a weight lifted from your chest, “I love him,” you said more confidently. “For him, I would do anything, be anyone. I would give him the world if I could, Steve. I would be empty without him. Just the thought of it hurts, my heart would shatter. Like just now, when I was crying on your doorstep, I felt like my world was crumbling and we weren't not even together.” Your admission hung in the air between you. 

“Angel?” Bucky’s voice had you spinning around to the gorgeous man standing just inside the doorway, watching you with glassy eyes, “Is that all true?”

You nodded silently, tears filling your own eyes. You hadn’t even heard him come in, too caught up in your own ramblings. He walked slowly towards you and if Steve’s arms hadn’t been around you, you would have never realized that he began to leave. Giving you two all the privacy he could. You only had eyes for Bucky and looking away from him seemed utterly impossible right now. 

It was surprising that you didn’t feel any panic, despite the fact that you had poured your whole heart out, unintentionally, in front of him, you felt light and free. You had no secrets left and everything was in his hands now. He could either break you or piece you back together. 

“I love you too Angel. Whatever happens, we will make it through. I will fight for you til my last dying breath,” Bucky swore, stopping short of touching distance. You yearned for him to get closer but you knew when he did, you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off him. 

The tension in the air was dense and crackling, your fingers twitched but you clasped your hands together to hide it. HIs balled up into fists. Bucky stood in front of you, looking almost as antsy as you felt. Steve’s cabin was quiet aside from the crash of waves outside. The electric tingle of being in his presence had your body alight. Your hands were jittery, a fact hidden by how tight you were holding them. 

He took another step forward and your breath caught. His eyes watching you cautiously until he was so close that his cologne enveloped you in a warm embrace. 

Your hands came up to rest on his chest, gliding over the starchy fabric of his shirt. His heartbeat seemed to speed up as your fingers trailed along the buttons. Soft breathy sounds escaped him, fueling your bravery into teasing your fingertips down and along the waistline of his pants. 

Hooking your fingers on the band, you yanked him forward, his hands grabbing at your waist to stay steady. His eyes were heated and intense, his tongue darting to lick his lips as he looked down on you. Your whole body was on fire at this point, the flames licking at your skin in a delicious heat, all from a single look.

His large hand came up to cup your face, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly. He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him. You wouldn’t though, you’d kiss him until your last dying breath and probably even after that. He truly was the missing piece of your heart and you needed him to fill that void so badly. His soft lips touched yours and it was as intoxicating as your very first kiss. 

They moved slowly against yours, the pressure welcoming and made your eyes flutter shut. You gripped his open collar trying to pull him even closer. The feeling of his hands tightening their hold on your waist, made you gasp, allowing Bucky to slip his tongue through your parted lips. He groaned when his tongue tangled with yours, as if the taste of you made him weak. 

He dug his nails into your soft skin, the hardening imprint of his cock pressing against your abdomen. Not being able to help yourself, you began to palm him through his slacks, straining him more against the fabric. 

The strangled moan Bucky let out against your mouth, sent a jolt straight to your core. His thick shaft was getting harder and you wanted to feel the throbbing flesh on your fingertips. You swallowed his protests, as you moved your hand away. It was only for a brief moment but you could already feel him grumbling before you started to unbuckle his pants, silencing him. His hips rutted into your touch almost instantly. 

"Angel, please," Bucky whispered, hissing sharply when you wrapped your hand around him and pulled him free. Stroking him slowly, you ran your thumb over the slit spreading the precum over the head and down the shaft. Bucky rested his head against the crook of your neck, panting as you worked him over, the size of your hand dwarfed by the wide girth of his cock. You couldn’t even fully wrap your fingers around him. 

Bucky began to kiss your neck, his hands trailing around you to untie the sash around your waist, loosening your dress a bit before sliding them up your arms to your shoulders. The wide neckline made it easy for him to push the dress off your shoulders, letting it slowly slide down to your feet. You stood in front of him in your corset and underwear but the way that he was looking at you made you feel like an absolute goddess. 

Your hand slipped off his cock as Bucky spun you around, with your back to him. He kissed down the back of your neck, tracing your spine with his fingers. Your chemise was tucked tightly into your corset and his diligent fingers worked to untie the laces. His soft lips never left your skin, sucking and biting over your shoulders and upper back. The corset strings were completely loosened and he tossed in onto the ground, your chemise and underwear following closely after it. 

Bucky kissed his way down your spine, to just above the swell of your ass, his hands kneading at your cheeks before he kissed back up. Your hand found his hair as he buried his face into your neck. Your body arched back into him, your ass grinding against his hard cock.  Bucky’s hand reached around you, fingers teasing over your slit before his thick middle finger explored further, drawing circles over your clit. You gasped, your hand grabbing his wrist, nails digging in. 

Coating his fingers with your slick, he ventured further down, pushing into you. You let out a strangled moan, as his fingers stroked your walls, stretching you out perfectly. 

“Bucky, I need you, please,” you whimpered, rolling your hips needily. Bucky let out a husky laugh, kissing your shoulder. 

“What do you need, Angel?” He teased, pulling his fingers faster into your squelching heat.

“You inside me, James. I need to feel you, all of you.” you begged, a low moan coming from you as he brushed a particular sensitive spot. You felt empty when he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. 

The sight of him sucking your juices off his fingers, turned you on even more and you couldn’t wait to get him naked and on top of you. Facing him, your fingers worked the remaining buttons of his shirt open, pushing it off his shoulders. Understanding your rush, he helped you, shoving his pants and underwear down his legs. Neither of you stopping until Bucky was fully nude in front of you for the second time today. 

He grabbed your hips, yanking you forward into a hungry kiss. Your hands tangled in his hair, keeping him firm to your face. Bending his knees, he moved his hands beneath your thighs and picked you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. Never detaching from the kiss, he walked into Steve’s bedroom area and gently lowered you onto the bed. 

Bucky caged you onto the bed, kissing you hard. You ran your hands down the hard planes of his chest, fingers tracing over his abs. Bucking your hips, you flipped him over and you could tell he was shocked. 

“What’s wrong Bucky? Never had a girl on top?” You quipped playfully, ducking down to nip at his lips. 

“Never. But I sure like the view,” Bucky smirked. His mouth fell open in a silent groan as you traced a fingertip over his right nipple. Sitting up suddenly, he scooted the two of you further up the bed until his back was resting against the headboard. “You are so beautiful, Angel.”

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his chest, before he lined himself against your entrance waiting for you to sink down at your own pace. You held onto his shoulders, inching down slowly, enjoying the stretch of his thick cock. Your head fell back as you rocked your hips until your hips met his. The veiny shaft throbbed inside you and you lifted up slightly before sliding back down, moaning as the ridges stroked your satiny walls. 

Bucky couldn’t help himself as he trailed his fingers up and down your spine, over your ass, along your sides. Lingering touches and soft kisses as you rode him slowly, feeling every inch of him with every roll of your hips. You arched your back, your breasts bouncing as you increased your speed.  His lips latched around one of your nipples, sucking hard, making you keen loudly, the sound echoing in the room. Releasing it with a wet pop, he switched to the other breast. With every grind of your hips, your clit rubbed on the coarse hairs at the base of his cock, sending electric jolts through your body, the sensitive nub making the feeling more intense. 

You nearly couldn't handle the waves of pleasure coursing through your body and you tugged on Bucky's hair, yanking him away from your chest to kiss him fiercely. His hands molded over the curve of your ass, guiding your hips down. His rhythm was more languid than yours, drawing out each stroke of his cock. 

Bucky's tongue caressed yours, and the kiss was passionate and sloppy and you never wanted it to end. Bucky pulled away first, his eyes never leaving your face as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pressing you firmly to his chest, and your hips stopped rocking. There was no space between you, his heart beating hard against your chest. The sound of your breathing was the only thing you could hear, the touch of his hands and the fullness his cock provided the only things you could feel. You carded your hands through his soft hair, running them down to the nape of his neck.

The first hard thrust had you gasping, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulder. He kept you close as he angled his hips, before he rutted up again, this time hitting your  sweet stop. The moan you let out was almost inhumane and you wanted to throw your head back in ecstasy. But he had you frozen in place, his eyes never leaving yours as he found a rhythm that was slow yet insistent, thrusting as deep as he could with every push of his hips. 

Your lips were parted, soft whimpers escaping you, and Bucky’s eyes darkened, a small ring of blue was all that was left. He tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, still keeping eye contact and you leaned forward into him. Keeping his purposeful rhythm, he careened you towards your release. You could feel the tightening in your abdomen, tingles coursing through your body. He rested his forehead to yours, not quickening his pace but slipping his hand down, thumb toying with your clit. 

“Bucky, I’m so close,” your voice no higher than a whisper, too afraid to break the magical intimate bubble you were in, “Fuck,” you mewled as he slowed his thrusts, making you clench around him. 

“You are perfect, Angel, made just for me,” Bucky said softly, his hands splayed out on your lower back. 

You felt safe. In his arms you were whole and beautiful, and you never wanted to leave. With anyone else, the intimacy and emotion would have been too much, too overwhelming, but with Bucky, everything was different. All you felt was the everlasting love, and you had run away long enough. The only thing you wanted now was to give into the feelings and let him consume every part of you— body, mind, and soul.

“I’m all yours Bucky, every fiber of my being” you promised, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Bucky vowed. His hold on you tightened, his hips pistoling faster into you, “Now I want you to cum for me Angel. Be my good girl, let go.”

Your grip tightened on his shoulders as he picked up his pace. You felt your climax building within, higher and higher, until a particularly hard thrust made you collapse, snapping the coil and drowning you in waves of pleasure.  Bucky kept going, not letting the wave stop, his face concentrated on you, gauging how you were doing. You moaned his name, another orgasm already building. 

Bucky flipped you onto your back, the weight of his body crushing you into the bed. You wrapped your legs around his waist, whining as he rolled his hips. He grabbed your hands, threading your fingers together and holding them against the bed. 

His face inches from yours, his warm breath fanning your face as he slowly fucked you. Your head was fuzzy, drowning in the cacophony of emotions coursing through you. Bucky kissed you, his walls coming down as he poured his emotions into the kiss. He was baring himself to you, fully vulnerable. 

Your second orgasm was cresting but you wanted this to last, wanted to savor every moment of passion thrumming between you two. Bucky’s hips rolled slower and slower until he was no longer fucking you, he was making love to you. Your whole body was on fire, your breathing labored and the knot began to unravel, starting from your toes and working its way up. Your orgasm rolled through you, every nerve in your body coming alive. Your broken sob was muffled by his lips, eyes rolling back. 

You were clenching around him, wanting him to fill you up. Brand you with his cum so that you felt him even when he was going. You arched up as much as you could, rolling your hips up, matching his rhythm. Bucky bit your lip, before gliding his tongue into your mouth. You lost yourself in the kiss, whining and whimpering as his thrusts got sloppier and harder before he spilled into you. Hot spurts of cum shot out deep into you and he kept going until he was completely spent. 

Bucky rested his forehead on yours, not seeming ready to move off you yet. You understood the feeling. As soon as he began to move off you, it felt like a part of him was leaving with him. You felt empty and cold without him in you, on you, near you. He settled on his back beside you, his arms immediately searching for you and you were pulled atop of him. You snuggled in, resting your head on his chest, legs tangling with him. His heartbeat lulling you into a calm so tranquil you felt like you were floating.

You must have dozed off, waking up to a darker room, the sky had become nearly black outside the porthole. Carefully climbing off of him, you walked over to the window. The blackness was almost soothing. You took a moment to relish in the events of the day, the emotional rollercoaster that it was. Bucky loved you, you loved him and after tonight, letting him go was impossible to even think about. You were done fighting the inevitable. He was yours and the only way you’d let him go after this was if you died. 

Catherine crossed your mind for a moment, only a moment. Then you felt Bucky’s arms around your waist, his warmth radiating against your back.  His lips pressed softly to your shoulder, continuing up your neck and you turned your head, meeting his lips. The passion of the evening still lingered, leaving a tingle on your lips as he pulled away. 

“You okay?” Bucky asked, giving you a soft peck. You smiled and brushed your nose against his. Bucky chuckled, “You know, now that I’ve had a taste, I’m hooked. I need more.”

The last word came out almost like a growl. Before you could ask what he meant, he was on his knees behind you, hands spreading you open. A groan choked out of you, as his tongue licked a wide stroke from your clit all the way to your ass, swirling the tip over the puckered hole. His mouth latched onto your petals, suckling hard, tongue darting through your folds. You clawed at the elegant wallpaper, one hand smacking against the glass of the porthole. Bucky speared his tongue into your dripping hole, trying to catch every drop of you. His moan vibrated through you and your hand slid off the window, leaving a handprint on the fogged glass, reaching to grab his hair. 

Bucky devoured you bit by bit, the two of you in a blissful bubble, the rest of the world seemed to disappear. But not everything was good, your time together nearing a close sooner than either of you realized. All your hopes were hanging by a thread, a thread that snapped as the ship glided against the iceberg, scraping along the side, tearing right through your happiness. 

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Jack Thompson x Reader, Part 17

What lies Beneath 

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“It’s getting late, Jack.”

Jack wanted to leave, searching for his car keys in his pocket.

“You know, ever wondered why driving nowadays seems as dangerous as an amphibious landing?”, Y/N questioned, deliberately staring at the alcohol in front of him, “Because of that. And I don’t fancy getting my boss replaced again just yet.”

He pulled a face: “Well, I ain’t walking home. The sun would be up before I even got there.”

She rolled her eyes, finding it truly remarkable that he thought she had meant for him to walk. “Yes, that’s exactly what I would have wanted for you. Walking home, in pouring rain, like a melancholy poodle. No, you jackass. Like at university, you can have the bed, and I take the sofa.”

“You’re not taking the sofa!”

“Well, you’re too long for my sofa”, Y/N shrugged, “I can fit on it without my head or feet dangling in the air.”

“I’m not gonna let the lady sleep on the freaking sofa, I’d rather sleep on the floor!”, he reiterated, crossing his arms. Y/N knew that this debate would head nowhere.

“Okay.” She lifted her hands: “If we’re turning circles, and unfortunately neither of us is known for backing down from our opinions, either we both end up on the sofa, which would be the worst of both worlds, or we split the bed. It should be big enough and I sleep like a log, anyways. A German officer once compared it to a vampire.”

She could have sworn there had been fright in his eyes – albeit for just a split second. She was about to make a comment on it, but he was quicker.

“Then I guess I hope it’s just your position that’s vampire-esque.”

…

Y/N fell asleep quickly. She had taught herself how to sleep even if stressed, it had been essential throughout the war. She couldn’t allow herself to look and act sleep deprived, for many reasons, one of which was that people with difficulties to sleep could be eyed with suspicion. Of course, it was a bit awkward getting into the bed and the first minute or so lying there next to each other, but then again, she told herself that she had slept to countless stranger people. She didn’t think she’d wake up before morning, as she didn’t usually wake up in the middle of the night. Then again, usually, she wasn’t slapped by an arm across her chest.

“For fuck’s sake-“, she jolted awake, at first confused, then annoyed, and then concerned. First, she asked herself what the hell was going on. Then, she thought that Jack was messing with her, thinking it was funny to scare her out of her mind. But quickly, she realised that he wasn’t awake. He was guarding his head as from someone attacking him, or something. Repeatedly, he uttered something, which at first, she didn’t understand, but eventually, she did. Get down. She had seen this type of behaviour a million times before, by every side who saw the front. They would never get to go home. Not at night.

After coming to her senses and processing what was going on, she wanted to put him out of his misery. Living through – literally – a nightmare such as this was cruel. Now she also realised what he had meant when he had asked her how she managed to sleep without alcohol. This happened often.

“Jack”, she sat up and grabbed his hands, “Jack, wake up. Wherever you think you are right now, you’re not there. You’re here, and you’re not going to be shelled.”

When he abruptly sat up, the first emotion in his eyes was nothing but terror. The terror unparalleled, that is only visible when one is in the face of death. His hands tensed as his eyes adjusted to the dark, recognising the figure in front of him. “Y/N?”

“I didn’t want you to have to relive it”, she let go of his hands and sat back, “so I thought I’d wake you. It took me a while to figure it out, but I doubt ‘get down’ meant walking down the stairs or something.”

For a few seconds, neither of them said a word.

“Sorry for waking you up.”

She raised an eyebrow, finding his words nothing short of ridiculous. “Are you serious?”, she shook her head, “Look, I don’t know how you think most of the men who went to war are holding up, but this is nothing you can’t talk about. Even those that came back without a missing limb, none of them came back unscathed.”

She searched for the light switch on her bedside table so she could see the time on the clock. Shortly before 5:30. “And in any case, you practically functioned as my alarm clock. I’ll brew some coffee.”

Wanting to give him a minute or two to gather himself, she threw back the blankets and got out of bed, putting on her dressing gown over her chemise before leaving the bedroom. Whilst she was waiting for the water to boil, she prepared the ground coffee.

“It kinda looked like that”, Jack commented dryly, eying the coffee grounds.

Y/N looked at the coffee, unsure what he meant. “What?”

“The beaches of Iwo. It was black from the volcano. And the sand had a strange consistency, you couldn’t really find any grip. You’d sink in, and running was near impossible. The Japs didn’t shoot at the beach for the first half an hour or so, but when they realised we were sitting ducks, they started throwing anything they could at us. And once you’ve made it off the beach, you couldn’t even dig a foxhole. The soil was too hot – if you dug lower than a foot or two, it was just too hot. So we relied on craters as shelter.”

She simply listened, continuing to get the coffee ready.

“We couldn’t sleep, or shoot at them at night. We had to wait, until morning came, to do anything. And every night, you’d just sit there, hoping that no Jap would knife you in the next minute. They were invisible. And we had initially been convinced it would take three or four days to secure the island. It was a tiny island. There was nothing on it, a few landing strips. No trees, no natural cover. If there is a hell, it would look like Iwo Jima.”

She held a cup towards him and sat down at the kitchen table. Remembering the ‘Seven-R’ protocol that was practiced by the British for soldiers experiencing combat stress, Y/N knew that aside from recognising the emotions, letting the individual recall them was vital to improve the condition. “How much do you remember?”, she asked, thinking to the different ways people remembered immensely stressful moments. Some recount barely any details, more just the emotions that they felt, others could tell you the angle at which the sun stood to them when their friend was shot.

He sat down, across from her, staring holes into the coffee. “The entire month I spent there. The 19th of February was D-Day. Clear dawn, the weather was perfect for an invasion. We were told to climb into our landing crafts, and actually, that wasn’t too bad. The ocean wasn’t rough that day. But approaching an island that heavily fortified, it’s madness. The noise of sitting in a metal landing craft that is being shot at by enemy machine guns is deafening. And just prayed that we’d make it on land. Not to drown in the water because of being shot or because of our equipment.” He paused. “I made it on land. But my company was already a man short when our feet touched dry sand.”

“We were part of F Company of the 2nd Battalion, 28th Marine Regiment. Our primary objective was to secure Suribachi in the south of the island before moving north towards the airstrips. We were taught that once you’ve made it off the beach, you’d have a better chance to find shelter, to get in an advantageous position, but for Iwo, this wasn’t true. We remained sitting ducks. We didn’t know where they were, not until some soldiers found entries into their tunnel network. If we could, we’d seal them off with explosives. I spent the night next to one sealed entrance, and I could hear them digging. We were bogged down there for days, and eventually, the digging became less and less frequent. Did they manage to find another exit? Or did they starve?”

Y/N hadn’t known that he had been part of that regiment. It had been all over the American papers – E Company had been the men who raised the flag on the mountain. She also knew that the casualty rate of several of their companies was way over 50 percent. Closer to 80.

“Were you injured?”, she asked and he pulled a dry grin.

“No, I mean, not significantly. A piece of shrapnel in the leg. A grenade landed in our foxhole and a kid dived on it to smother the blast. Died instantly.”

“Oh, God”, Y/N pressed her lips together. She had seen gravely injured soldiers, blasted apart by grenades, corpses that were barely recognisable as having been humans just minutes before. But she never had to see it happen. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why, I wasn’t the one on top of it”, he remarked dryly, shrugging. “No need to be sorry.”

“Yes, there is.” She sighed: “I know of little that is worse than seeing someone sacrificing themselves for their friends. It is simply the worst feeling of relief that it wasn’t you who died. Because every time you feel grateful, you think that it shouldn’t have been them, it should have been you.”

He gritted his teeth, shaking his head. “It happened all the time. Most of the medal of honours awarded were because of people jumping on grenades.”

“I just hope that this victory was worth its cost. Of course, the regimes that started the war have gone now, but I just don’t want the next generation of kids who were born in a war, with the hope that now we’d finally have peace wake up one day to be called to serve in the next war to end all wars”, Y/N said quietly, looking out the window that gave her a view over rows of windows where people were still asleep, peacefully asleep.

“We’d nuke ourselves to hell.”

“And you say that like humans don’t have a self-destructive tendency”, she replied with a grin, “honestly, it sounds like something Stark could do by accident.”

He shuttered cynically: “See, maybe we should have executed him as a commie. Just as a precaution.”

She huffed amusedly, shaking her head. For a moment, there was complete silence in the room. “Jack, about before. It will get better. Perhaps not everyone can understand, but most who’ve been over there will know exactly what that feels like. You’ve asked me how I sleep. When I left for Germany, my friends and I vowed that those that made it back wouldn’t ever feel guilty for surviving. But that we’ll make it count. Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to trade my life for theirs. They were good people. And I have no idea how I can live up to their sacrifice each day. But I try.”

A/N: Yes, it’s been 14 months. Yes, I am beyond sorry. Short update: Now in the final stages of my MA in History. Very much focused on WW2, though not necessarily the Pacific War - nonetheless, I tried to make the info about Iwo Jima as accurate as possible, taking interviews with veterans as basis! And also, I hope there will be a part in the later stages of 2022. Also, if someone wants to be REMOVED (or added) to this VERY sporadic tag list (so sorry again), don’t hesitate and I will. I know I started this thing in 2019... which seems like a lifetime ago, so some people might not be interested anymore. If you have feedback, do feel free to let me know. Also, do you like me talking so much about war experiences? I always find it interesting, but alas. That’s all for today. 

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hello!! may I request for hcs for when you get into an argument with the genshin boys (you can choose who!!) and the guys end up saying something hurtful, and your reaction is like "well, if that's what you think, then maybe we shouldn't be together." and walks away (tryna hide a tear,,)?? I'm sorry if this is too specific aah I'm just in the mood for angst ( •́ ‿ ,•̀ ) I really like your characterization!! <333

— 🧧 THEIR S/O BREAKS UP WITH THEM AFTER A RUDE COMMENT THEY MADE

includes — kazuha, tohma, diluc

warnings — angst, pre tohma release

pronouns — they/them

note — in honour of the 2.0 announcement trailer, i included the newest boy to my writing list (tohma by beloved) - i’ve also added baal (or raiden), ayaka, and yoimiya!

KAZUHA

kazuha wasn’t usually confrontational off of the battle field — opting for more serene and peaceful things while resting and spending his time with you

but sometimes when emotions boil over, we say things that we don’t mean, nor wish to say at all — it’s in the heat of the moment type of thing, which is exactly what was happening to kazuha in the present time

“you don’t get it- you never will,” kazuha paced away from you, wanting to put an end to the conversation station as soon as he could.

“and what’s that supposed to mean?” you took strides to catch up with the upset male, desperate to understand his reasoning. “why don’t you face me, and tell me why the hell you won’t let me help-“ the moment your hand made contact with his arm, he turned in fury — something you had never seen him in ever.

“you’re too clumsy, too reckless, and simply not able to withstand that type of battles that would occur!” kazuha’s face was mere inches from your own. “you’re just not enough.”

you weren’t enough.

he was talking about physical ability, but... why did it feel as if he was talking about everything — the way you dressed, the way you acted, the person you are.

he didn’t think you were enough.

“... if- if you think so lowly of me, then i don’t think this is going to work,” your feet slowly brought your body away from the now shocked and calming male, trying to put as much distance as you could between the two of you.

“y/n-“ he reached out for your arm, only to pull back as if he had been shocked as you flinched away from it. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“well that’s what it sounded like kazuha.”

you never called him kazuha — it was always kaz, or some other nickname — but never kazuha.

“i’ll leave you to your business, and i’ll board with beidou in the morning,” the distance grew greater, and hearts cracked piece by piece. “i hope you find someone who’s enough on your travels.”

kazuha’s heart left with you — the emptiness in his chest product of his own doings, his own words.

it seemed that he was the one not enough for you.

TOHMA

tohma didn’t like to fight, argue, or even cause any sort of pain to you — and in the past if he ever did, it was not by his choice, or it was a complete accident

yet here he found himself, spouting words he didn’t mean, watching the look of anger on your face crumble into hurt and betrayal

tohma was tired — beyond even — with the job that he possessed, and the dedication to match, nights were often spent resting and resetting for the next.

“y/n i really don’t have time for this right now, you know this,” his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, desperately trying to rid himself of both the anger and headache that clawed at his mind.

“i think you have plenty of time right now — all i’m asking is for you to consider my idea,” you stepped closer to the blonde, brings your hands up to run through his hair in order to help calm him down. “i just want to see you a little more often, even if it’s only a day a week — just more then i see you now-“

his head was yanked away from your hands, and his eyes burned into you like the vision that hung on his hip. “for the last time! i have my duties with the kamisato clan, and they need my dedication and focus — i don’t have time to waste.”

his words didn’t fully click in his head, until he saw your eyes widen in both shock and hurt — and all he could do was watch as your body slowly backed away and shrank into itself, becoming smaller and smaller by the second.

you tried to appear bigger in mere moments after the metaphorical slap to the face — your chin being held high, eyes narrowed, and drawn in tight.

“don’t bother coming home tomorrow, or the nextday, or even the next,” he could see the hurt as you tried to keep your composer. “wouldn’t want you wasting time, now would we?”

“y/n-“

“leave tohma — you have your duties, remember?”

it happened too fast for tohma to handle — one minute you were happily chatting, next the argument broke out, and the next, he had broken the one promise he had made to himself and you.

he had hurt you, one too many times.

DILUC

he was a calm and collected man, trying many other options before it truly came down to a fight — he poked and prodded most times during arguments, but never before had he pointed out things he knew would hurt

maybe that’s why he wasn’t only in shock as he watch the anger turn into sadness and thought, but also at the words that seemed to flow out of his mouth like a river

“dee, please take a break,” your hands worked on his shoulders — thumbs pushing on the knots and sore spots in the muscles, trying anything you could to get the red haired man to relax.

“y/n please — i’ll come to bed in a few more minutes, i just have to finish this-“ the quill was plucked out of his hands before you could finish — now dangling between your own fingertips.

“you said that the yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that — i know you dee — like that back of my hand,” you waved the back of your hand in an example, the smile on your face doing nothing to ease the furrow in his brow.

he was committed to finishing paperwork and documents — and if that meant forgoing a few nights of actual rest and calmness, then so be it.

but you were making that difficult.

“give me that,” diluc harshly grabbed the quill from your hand, not caring or registering if he had hurt you in the process.

he turned back to his work as soon as it was in his hand, but the moment didn’t last long.

“diluc-“ your hand reached down for the quill again, but were quickly shoved back as he stood from the chair.

“would you just give me some space!” his eyes and cheeks gleamed red, similar to the colour of his hair. “i can’t get any actual work done when your clinging to me like an animal in heat!” in the moment, diluc didn’t care if he had hurt you, and that was one of his many mistakes in that moment.

the quietness was tense and uncomfortable — dilucs heavy breathing, and the sound of soft fidgeting being the only things that could be heard.

“i’ll leave you be then,” you turned in that moment, the tears running freshly down your face the second your back was to the man.

diluc didn’t panic at first.

he had hurt you, yes — but you would let him cool down, calm, and finish was he was doing. that was all.

but the empty room that was once occupied by two and the quick feet that turned and walked in the other direction every time he was near — was enough to tell him the truth.

you left him to be on his own.

for good.

[slasherhaven]

Hi! Can you Do a Bo Sinclair soulmate imagine where the reader meets him while she’s with Carly, Wade, Nick, and the rest? Maybe where you feel your soulmates pain, or something. Sorry if this is too specific lol.

Bo Sinclair X Reader

Soulmate AU: shared pain and shared scars:

You had been friends with Carly for a little while now, which was how you got invited on the group’s road trip. You weren’t a massive fan of football and didn’t care much about the game you were going to see but you thought that getting away could be a little fun.

It was the night before the game when the group decided to camp out for the night and keep driving in the morning. After setting up the tents, you all sat around with drinks, talking among yourselves. 

As the group talked and laughed, you held your wrist in your hand, gently tracing the faint scarring with your thumb, an absentminded habit you had developed years ago. 

“Damn, they look nasty” Nick’s voice made you look away from the others and towards him, seeing how he eyed your wrists. 

“Leave her alone, Nick” Carly scolded her brother, already knowing about the scars you had received due to your unfortunate soulmate. 

“Are they yours?” Nick asked, completely ignoring his sister. You weren’t sure whether he was genuinely curious or actually trying to get under your skin. 

“...no” you answered honestly. 

“Unlucky bastard” Nick muttered before turning his attention back to his drink, like your conversation never even happened.

With everyone’s attention going back to more light-hearted conversation, you looked down at your scarred wrist and sighed. 

Carly had once asked you if you held any resentment for your soulmate, as have others in your life, and you had been perfectly honest with all of them. You held no resentment, you weren’t angry with your soulmate, you were nothing but sympathetic towards them. It wasn’t their fault that somebody hurt them like this, you just hoped that they had been able to get away from it.

Though, you doubted it. The injuries aren’t as frequent as they were in childhood, however they still occurred and they could be pretty bad. Once, you had even woken up in the middle of the night, bleeding from what looked like a knife wound.

“Here” Carly’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, making you look up to see her standing beside you with a smile. You returned her smile and accepted the can of beer she held out to you.

Opening the can, you hissed slightly as your thumb slipped and you cut yourself on the sharp metal, cursing your own clumsiness. You brought your thumb up to your mouth before lowering it again, taking a sip of your drink. 

- 

“Ah shit” Bo quietly cursed at the sudden stinging sensation in his thumb, it wasn’t particularly painful, just a shock.

He lifted his hand, noticing the slight cut on his thumb, and sighed. His soulmate must have done something stupid but he couldn’t find it within him to feel annoyed about it, not after everything he must have put them through.

He would probably be returning the favour pretty soon, since Lester had informed him of a group camping out nearby, they should be coming into town pretty soon. 

-

After the car broke down and everyone decided that there was nothing they could do to fix it, a man named Lester had offered to take three of you into a nearby town so that you could visit the garage there. So, you, Carly, and wade ended up walking into the town that Lester had left you on the outskirts on.

Walking under the hot Louisiana sun, you had to pull your jacket off and tie the sleeves around your waist. The three of you headed straight to the garage, which was easy to find, but found that there was nobody there. 

“Maybe there will be someone in the church?” Wade suggested, nodding towards the church at the end of the street.

“I’ll stay here in case someone comes back” you offered, thinking that the owner that Lester mentioned could be back any minute. 

“You sure?” Carly asked, not too sure about leaving you alone in a strange place. 

“What’s the worst that could happen?” you shrugged.

Carly and Wade nodded before heading to the church to find somebody who could help while you waited at the garage.

You sat down on the curb, glancing around the street. From where you were sitting, the church was just out of sight but you could see the top of the Wax Museum in the slight distance. Ambrose was a small town, extremely quiet. It almost seemed empty, only the sound of birds flying overhead breaking the silence. 

After a little while of waiting, you started to wonder why your two friends hadn’t come back. Surely they would have found somebody by now and if they hadn’t you thought they would come to tell you that. You were just about to go looking for them when footsteps caught your attention. You looked in the direction of the church, seeing a man in a full black suit walking towards you.

You paused for a moment, just staring at him as he approached. It felt like the air was sucked from your lungs, like the earth stood still just for a moment. The strange feeling was all consuming, you didn’t notice the falter in his steps that suggested that he might have experienced something similar. The sensation reminded you of the description Carly had given you when she was explaining what it’s like to meet your soulmate. Though his casualness in his following question made you doubt it. 

“Can I help you?” the man asked with a charming southern drawl. 

“Do you work here?” you asked as you stood up, dusting off your shorts. 

“Own the place” he nodded before walking over to the garage and unlocking the front door. “Are you here with two friends? I didn’t catch their names” he asked, nodding at you to follow him inside. 

“Yeah, Carly and Wade. You saw them?” you nodded as you followed him into the garage, feeling some relief to be out of the harsh sun. 

“Said they needed a fan belt, I sent them up to the wax museum to kill some time before I could help them. Didn’t realise they left someone else waiting here” he explained. You frowned a little, it would have been nice of them to have let you know rather than just leaving alone on the curb. 

Shaking the thought away, you put another smile on your face. “I’m Y/n, by the way” you introduced yourself politely, holding your hand out for him to shake. 

“Bo Sinclair” he introduced himself and took your hand, giving you a firm hand shake. His charismatic smile remained on his face, something closer to a smirk than a friendly smile. His name spoken in that alluring southern accent. You simply couldn’t help but be a little charmed by him.

His smirk faltered for a moment as he glanced down at your hands, noticing the scars that wrapped around your wrists. He paused for a moment, holding your hand a little too long as his gaze lingered on the scars. 

Bo didn’t comment on it, so the small feeling you had that his man could possibly be your soulmate left your mind. There was no way he didn’t recognise them if he had the same ones. They were too unique.

In that case, you figured his staring was just because of the scarring. You had experienced people staring at them from time to time, wondering how you got them, but you never let it bother you. You weren’t ashamed of them. 

Bo plastered the smirk back on his face as he released your hand. He couldn’t help but catch himself stare a little. You didn’t hide the scarring like he did. Yours were also a little fainter than his, probably because you had them tended too properly unlike him and they healed better. The intense, all consuming, feeling from earlier and now seeing the scars so similar to his own. It couldn’t be a coincidence... 

“You seem a little over dressed for a mechanic” you commented to break the awkwardness, understanding the tension that had developed but the two of you seemed to move past it relatively easily. 

“I was at a funeral before you’re two friends crashed it over a goddamn fanbelt” Bo told you, irritation clear in his voice. You couldn’t blame him in the slightest. 

“Oh...I’m so sorry” you apologised on behalf of your friends, now feeling a little bad for dragging him away to fix up your car. “Who did you loose, if you don’t mind me asking?” you asked, hoping to be sympathetic without prying too much. 

“My mother” Bo told you, making you even more apologetic. 

“I’m so sorry...about my friends and that you have to fix our car” you frowned, feeling even more awful than before. 

“Ain’t your fault, darlin’“ Bo assured you, truly not seeming angry with you. 

You couldn’t help but blush a little at the petname, you just couldn’t deny feeling an attraction towards this man. Having felt an instant connection to him. It was strange, and you were already finding yourself a little longing, knowing you’ll have to leave once the car was sorted. 

“C’mon, let’s see if I can find that fanbelt for you” Bo’s smirk quickly returned as he gestured you to follow him further into the garage. “One of your friends told me what size you needed” he informed you as he started searching through his supply of fanbelts. “And...we don’t have it” he hummed.

“You don’t? What now?” you asked with a frown, having no idea what you were supposed to do now. Where the hell were Carly and Wade?

“Don’t worry, no need to frown, sweetheart. We have the rest of the delivery up at the house, we’ll have the right size for ya” Bo assured you with a charming wink.

“You could have lead with that” you chuckled to yourself, feeling relieved and trying to ignore the way he had winked at you.

“C’mon, we’ll go up to the house and get it for ya. I’ll get my brother to tow your car and we’ll get you all sorted” he told you, quickly putting you at ease and making you feel like everything was going to work you.

“Thank you so much, Bo” you sighed, giving him a sincere smile.

“It’s not a problem” Bo nodded. “We’ll take my truck, it’s just outside” he informed you, placing a hand between your shoulder blades as he guided you outside.

The two of you got into his truck and Bo started driving towards his house. Normally this would be something that you would be suspicious about but something about him put you at ease.

“Those scars of yours...they’re pretty intense” Bo finally commented on them, he needed to know what you had to say. “They yours?” he asked, reminding you a little of your talk with Nick the night before.

“No, they’re my soulmate’s” you told him, gently rubbing your wrists.

“You must have really ripped into him when you met them, huh?” he joked half-heartedly, something in his tone that made you curious.

“Oh, I haven’t met them...but I wouldn’t rip into them” you frowned at the accusation. “I’ve had these scars since childhood, which means they likely did too...it’s not their fault somebody hurt them. I’m not angry at them at all” you shook your head, clearly meaning every word you said.

“I’d be pretty pissed” Bo scoffed before his voice softened slightly, “but you’re probably a good person.”

“They were hurt by somebody, how can I be angry at them for that? I’m angry at whoever did it to them...honestly, I just hope they’re alright now” you confessed. “Just wanna give them a hug, y’know?” you laughed lightly.

“I hope my soulmate feels the same as you, they’ve probably been through hell because of me” Bo told you.

You weren't sure what that meant, of course. You didn't know what Bo had been through to worry about his soulmate's reaction to him like that but you were sure your soulmate had some similar concerns and you didn't want to pry further.

“They won’t be mad at you” you promised him with a smile.

Bo gave you a slight smile as he pulled up outside of his house, the way he looked at you leaving you curious. You couldn't quite explain it.

As Bo and you climbed out of the truck, Bo knew that you were his soulmate and that he couldn't let you go. A part of him had been relieved to hear that you didn't harbour any resentment towards him but he knew that if you didn't hate him now, you certainly would by the end of the day.

Still, Bo was selfish. He could let his soulmate, especially such a good one like you, slip between his fingers. You were his, and you had come home. He wouldn't be letting you leave any time soon.

[jeoniius]

Next Life | kth (m)

☆ summary:  Although you and Taehyung didn’t believe in first and second lives, you both wished you’d find each other in the next life as you both looked at the sky that night.

☆ pairing: husband!tae x wife!reader

☆ genre: angst, smut.

☆ warning: sexual content, angst

☆ word count: 4k

☆a/n: Finally this is done. Thank you so much @jkiddingjeon for beta-ing the fic, it meant A LOT. I really love this fic and I hope you enjoy it too. ngl it's a pretty heartbreaking fic so get ready for some ANGST.

Love. Hate. 

It’s always adjacent to each other. Something that’s always there when the other is present. It also changes people. How it makes people go from loving someone and being best friends with someone to trying everything they can to pull them down, to take them out. 

You’d say you can relate to it. In more ways than one. You had seen your fair share of people going from loving them unconditionally to talking shit about them the next day. Divorce was one of them. All the promises and vows made of staying through health and sickness, through good and bad, thrown out of the window. 

You thought of it as one of the most heartbreaking things and now you were here. Doing the exact thing as you watched the clock tick by, thinking of ways and excuses to get you out of this marriage. This marriage that ended everything. It hadn’t always been like this. No, you were in love. You were so madly in love that if anyone had told you you’d stand in this place today you’d not believe it. 

You are still in love. So madly in love but the difference being you want it to end. Maybe that way you’d find each other again.

As time went by, you stood by the railing of your balcony. The bright light of the city shined underneath you as you thought Tomorrow would be it. The end of what once was seen as a beautiful love story by not only you but by many others. The final chapter.

Maybe love and hate stood adjacent to each other but you could never hate him. 

And so you stood there, taking it all in, you thought about where it went wrong.

7 months ago

“I can’t believe you think that!” you shouted, hands up in the air as you walked back into the apartment, him following you behind. 

“Well I wouldn’t if you kept your distance!” he said, raising his voice.

“Oh my god. One hug. It was one hug. And that too because he was leaving.” 

“It didn’t look like one,” he argued back. 

“Are you freaking kidding me right now? Nothing happened, you know that.” you said trying to calm yourself down. 

“Stop trying to argue with me all the fucking time.” he bit back. 

“Oh, I am arguing? You were the one who started it.” You took long strides towards him. 

“You were the one who accused his wife of cheating although you have no proof whatsoever” you gritted through your teeth as your finger poked his chest. 

He let out a loud groan as you run your hands through your hair. “You know what, Taehyung? You can stay here. I’m leaving.” and with that you grabbed your purse and keys and strode out the door, slamming it behind. 

Kim Taehyung. 

The love of your life. You met him in college. As cliché as it sounds, he was the heartthrob with his extremely good looks and his unbelievable flirting skills. You weren’t supposed to know him at all if you thought about it. 

Your college held its annual fest, and you were the head of the management. You had stumbled across him when he had come to drop off some supplies instead of his best friend. You got into a small quarrel when he commented on how you were the head of the management when you were only a freshman and questioned your ability to pull the entire thing off when it was only three days from the fest and not even one percent of anything was done.

You got into a bet with him as you made him promise you that he’d treat you to something of your choice if you pulled it off. Nevertheless, you pulled the entire thing off within the next two days, proving him wrong. As a promise, he treated you to something really expensive(of course you had picked it) and then swore to never question your ability.  

You started seeing more of him, with his surprise visits to your class (which usually ended up with girls surrounding you asking how you knew him) or him coming to your seat in the cafeteria just to give you some new juice he got for you. Sometimes he’d ask you to come to one of his basketball matches and then took you to dinner afterward. 

You felt your heartbeat increasing every time you saw him or heard his name in fact, and before you knew it, you were confessing to him, putting your heart on the line. 

The day you confessed, you ran out before he could even reply. Too scared to be rejected. But Taehyung did something you’d never expect. He brought you to an amusement park, took you to dinner, and then confessed to you with thousands of chocolate (literally). 

You both had your fair share of arguments and then makeup sex. Mind-blowing sex to be exact. 

Your relationship with Taehyung was built on trust. He’d be there waiting for you every time you came home late and vice versa. You’d be at all of his games. You’d go to every party, hang out with your friends.

Once he graduated, he’d wait to pick you up every day. Every day you’d go to your favorite café, with your friends, complete assignments and projects, argue about who won the last UNO game, girls vs boys. 

He spent every hour with you when you struggled with your dream job and you did the same. When you finally did get the job, he asked you to marry him. You nodded then and there. Tears escaped, phone calls were made. Everyone came to the engagement party and then the wedding and you truly thought everything you ever wanted was there. Your family, your friends, his friends, him. 

But what you didn’t know then was what followed after. Just like promises are made, they are broken. Trust is broken and the bond doesn’t stay. 

The first two years were bliss. You went to Paris for your honeymoon and then to New York. Yes, New York for your honeymoon. You experienced the love in Paris and the rush in New York. 

You spent most of the days in Paris, going to spots of attractions, enjoying the food in the café, walking around the streets drunk and completely in love, having late night sex, morning sex,  just lots of sex to be exact. 

But in New York, you spent your days going to Times Square, Bars, and Pubs had ‘the’ New York pizza and cheesecakes and hotdogs and whatnot. Went shopping and sightseeing. Roamed around the streets at night, met so many people.

You believed you had found what you had been looking for all your life. Someone to go to romantic dinners and the craziest parties with.  

But what followed was something you didn’t think would happen. Every marriage has its ups and downs. You had to. But then it started.

Every party would become an excuse to start arguments, every late night at work would lead to assumptions. At first, you thought it would be fine. Talking would help, it was always the key for the both of you but lately, every time you spoke or tried to solve the issues, it would end in huge fights, sometimes followed by sex, or even if not sex, you’d stop talking to each other and then one day pretend nothing happened. 

Although in heels you walked around the park near your apartment. ‘It will be fine’ you told yourself as you tried not to break down. Deciding it would not be a good idea to go anywhere at that hour, you sat by a bench.

The cold wind hit you as a shiver ran down your body, the thin wine slip dress doing nothing to stop it. The screen of your phone lit up as you saw multiple texts from Taehyung. A part of you was happy that he cared enough to text you. You clicked on his profile as a series of texts came up.

Tae: where are you?

Tae: come on Y/N, don’t be stupid. 

Tae: it’s really late. where the fuck are you?

Tae: baby, you’re scaring me. 

Sighing you got up and made your way out of the park. Since you lived in a complex, it didn’t take you too long to walk. As you opened the keys, you saw Taehyung pacing around the living room. “Where are my keys?” he muttered to himself, not noticing your presence. 

A clinking sound made Taehyung look up as the keys hit the ceramic bowl on the kitchen top. “Where were you?” he asked, trying to control his anger. You didn’t answer him as you took off the heels, internally sighing when the cold floor hit your barefoot. “Are you seriously gonna ignore me? I asked where the fuck were you?” he pulled you by your wrists stopping you from going further. “Don’t do this.” you gritted through your teeth as you harshly pulled away before going inside your shared bedroom. 

You slipped out of the dress and you got inside the shower, the hot water touching your skin as you stood there. No matter how much you tried not to think about it, you always went back. Where did it go wrong? 

You changed into shorts and one of Taehyung’s oversized shirts as it reached mid-thigh. Getting inside the covers, you relaxed, the cool sensation of your bedsheet and covers calming you somehow as you turned towards the glass wall. 

You heard a sigh as Taehyung got inside the room. He got inside the covers and stared at your back as you tried to keep calm. You felt an arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer, back colliding with his chest, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” his voice came muffled as you felt the vibrations on your neck. 

“I really am.” he said, taking a deep breath pulling you closer if that was possible. You sighed, turning to him. 

“I felt really cheap, you know” you said, hands reaching to cup his face. “I’m so sorry baby.” he sighed, closing his eyes as you ran your hand through his hair. “I know.” 

He pressed a kiss on your lips as you pulled him closer, hands wrapping around his neck. You sighed into the kiss as his lips trailed down towards your collarbone, sucking and nipping then. Soon enough he was inside you as he went on an animalistic pace. “Do you think he can fuck you like this?” he growled. You ignored him as you knew you were close, focusing on your climax. You came within the next few minutes as he rubbed your clit while thrusting.

Later on, he lapped up the spilled contents lazily as you screamed his name, your cries stroking his ego.

He wrapped an arm around your naked waist as he fell asleep on his stomach, head on your chest, legs tangled over your naked ones. You stroked his hair as you stared at the ceiling, his words ringing in your ear ‘Do you think he can fuck you like this?’

A small realization crept inside your head. He was never gonna trust you.

He stirred in his sleep, pulling you closer, he pressed an open-mouth kiss above the swell of your breast in his sleep. Releasing a long sigh, you kissed his head, quickly pushing the thought aside. 

That was the first mistake. 

“I love you so much,” you said. 

You pulled the robe over your body tightly, a coffee cup in your hand. Picking up your phone you looked at the time. 3:08 am it read. The city still buzzed with life. The cold breeze hit your face soothingly as you closed your eyes. Only if you had done something before, things wouldn’t have gone wrong. 

4 months ago

Your phone buzzed as you frustratedly rubbed your face. You dreaded picking up the call, not wanting to have to shout again. Things had been gradually worsening between you and Taehyung. Late-night fights, coming home drunk, not talking to each other for weeks had become a common thing nowadays and no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times you both tried to co-operate, you didn’t seem to escape it.

“You should talk to him.” Ae-ra said, handing you a cup of tea. 

Tea. 

You never liked tea. You were more of a coffee person. You preferred the rush, the adrenaline. But nowadays, you were tired. Tired of doing the same thing over and over again. Having the same quarrels and fights over and over again. Tea seemed to calm you. 

“And then what? Get into another fight?” 

“You know what I mean, babe.” She said as she rubbed your arm soothingly.

“Maybe later. I cannot deal with him now.” you sipped on the cup.

What you didn’t know was that “later” would come that fast. You went back to your apartment to get more of your clothes. You planned on going at night, when he was most probably out with his friends or whoever kept him busy nowadays. But to your surprise, he was there. 

You opened the main door, using the key you had with you to meet with his laying figure on the couch. His head shot up at the sound of the door, eyes meeting each other. He looked drained, hair messy and bags under his eyes. You cursed under your breath, debating if you should just go back to Ae-ra’s place and come later for your clothes. 

“Look who’s here.” he scoffed as he got up from the couch.

Deciding on the former, you walked past him without taking another glance, into your shared bedroom. Taking a bag out, you shoved as many clothes as possible wanting to stay away from this mess. “Are you gonna ignore me now?” you heard him as he entered the room. 

You zipped up the chain as you walked towards the door wanting to leave. He grabbed your hand before you could go any further. He felt so scared when he saw you packing your stuff, so much that it suffocated him. “Fucking answer me.” his voice raised as he stared at you. 

Taehyung’s eyes softened as he saw the dry tears on your cheeks and he wanted nothing more than to pull you close and never let go. To talk to you and tell you it would be fine, that you would figure it out together. 

As he saw your tired eyes, glossy as you tried to keep your composure, he wanted to kiss you so badly and keep you tucked away from every bad thing; ever, even himself if he was bad for you.

And maybe he would have done that. Hugged you and kissed you. Kept you in his arms if you didn’t start talking. 

“Leave me the fuck alone.” you pulled away harshly. “You know what? Yes, I am ignoring you and gladly will.” 

“What is wrong with you? You cannot just come and go like that.” he said, hands gesturing to your bag.

“I can and I will. You cannot stop me” you clarified.

“ Yes, I can. I am your husband for god’s sake.” a frustrated tone laced his words.

“Husband?” you scoffed. “When were you a good husband? Where did this go when I stayed up till dawn every day waiting for you?” 

“You know how hectic things have been at work.” he looked at you knowingly. 

“That doesn’t mean you’d stop spending time with me!” you yelled.

You knew you were being unreasonable. Things really were hectic at work for him. But you couldn’t help but feel lonely when you came home after a long day to an empty and cold apartment and then stayed up every day almost all night for your husband. You felt so neglected when he’d come home and go to sleep straight away without saying anything. 

All the doubts about your marriage slowly were coming true and you wanted nothing more than to prove it wrong. But talking about it led to arguments with Taehyung. So you decided to stay away from home, so that you didn’t have to think about it, to begin with. 

That was the second mistake. 

“You are going nowhere.” Taehyung took the bag from your hand and walked towards the bed. “You’ll stay at home.”

“Home?” a humorless chuckle left your throat. “I will go anywhere I want, but home.” 

“I mean it Y/N. Stop acting like a kid. Go wash up and come to bed.” he sighed. 

“I’m not staying” you concluded, ready to leave your stuff behind as you turned. 

You felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist as he stuffed his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder. A tear left your eyes, followed by streams, and for some reason, your heart broke, it felt like he was pulling you apart from inside. 

You felt his warm breath as he mumbled something. He pressed you towards him as you silently cried. 

Later that night, as he fucked you slowly, something different than his usual dominating aura, your heart ached, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. He kissed you ever so passionately, that you cried. 

Something told you that it would be over soon, so you hugged him as close as you could when he slept. You cried as he hugged you in his sleep like you would go away if he didn’t have you in his arms. 

“I love you so much,” he mumbled in his sleep.

That’s when you realized how bad the entire situation was. How bad you were for him just like he was for you. How bad this marriage was. 

And what followed after confirmed everything you ever doubted. 

2 months ago

“You think I didn’t see you?” you yelled. 

“What are you talking about?” he looked curious. 

“Oh sure, play the good guy, make me look bad, why don’t you?” you scoffed.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” he repeated. “How would you? You thought you were good enough to keep it away from me.” you said. His eyebrows crashed as he tried to understand. “I saw you with her. Maybe that’s why you were always late. You were too busy fucking her.” a bitterness stayed in your mouth. “Are you kidding me?” he said as he raked his fingers through his hair. 

“You are accusing me of cheating, Y/N? You?” he scoffed. “Don’t think I forgot about the party.” 

“Oh my god. You were never going to believe me, were you?” you looked at him with a glint in your eyes. 

“You are being paranoid Y/N,” he said calmly. 

“You know what? Maybe I will go to him. The guy you accused me of cheating. Maybe I will let him fuck me. Clear all your doubts and make it true!” you were screaming now. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, voice so calm maybe you would have been scared if you were thinking straight. 

“Neither can I.” you said as you walked out of the house. 

The next day when you woke up, you felt bad for yelling at him. So you decided to go back and talk to him. And maybe you would have if fate didn’t have anything else planned. 

As you walked into the house, you saw a man sitting on your couch, Taehyung at his side as paper lay in front of him. The man looked at you briefly before turning back to Taehyung. “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Mr. Lee.” he said as he shook hands with the man. The man nodded. 

Before leaving, he looked at you, “See you in court.” 

You furrowed your brows before realization hit you. “Tae, what did he mean by that?” 

He kept quiet as he gathered the papers. “Baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” you tried again. Taehyung got up as he handed you the papers, then went to the bedroom. You stared at them as you couldn’t process anything. 

You cannot get divorced. You cannot live without him.  

You walked inside the room as you saw him looking out. “Tae, we can talk, right? You don’t mean this.” your voice shook. 

Walking up to him you wrapped your arms around his, face buried in his back as you mumbled “This is a joke, right?” 

You heard his sigh before he turned to you, eyes glossy. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“We won’t. We’ll figure it out. We don’t have to do this.” you went on. 

“Y/N-”

“No, no, you don’t understand. You are out of your mind. We can’t get divorced.”

“I’m sorry, but I cannot do this anymore.” he said,

You looked at him. “Why are you saying it as if it is all my fault?” 

“I don’t mean that.”

“You absolutely mean that. Your face says it all.” you gestured toward him. “Oh. You really are gonna do this?” you said as he rubbed his face. 

“Well, fuck you, Kim Taehyung. You can do whatever you want. You can blame me all you want but you and I both know the minute I walk out, you are going to regret this.” 

“You can keep going for my heart and put all this on me, but you will miss me to your bone the minute this is over.” you said as you stormed off. 

That night, you went back to Ae-ra’s place. You screamed at the sky pretending it was him while he stayed awake that night as he looked at the sky. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I love you so much” he said, tears freely falling.

It really was over. All your doubts came true. Your marriage ended. Maybe it was for the better. ‘You’re being paranoid’ he said. He was right. You became paranoid.

You wiped the single tear and looked at the sky, soft light spread across as the birds sang. 5:00 am

You picked out the attire you were going to wear to the court. Your phone buzzed as you picked it up. It was Ae-ra. It’s gonna be okay. You’ll get through it. she said.

You went to the court that day. You watched him as he entered the room, a black tux hugging his frame. He had become more buff than he was the last time you saw him two months ago. As he ran his fingers through his hair, his shoulder blades flexed. The same shoulder blades that had your nail marks reminding the night before from every morning you’ve spent together. You smiled at that memory. 

Soon the judge walked in and the process went on. 

At one point in your relationship with him, assuming was something you both picked up. Long gone was the trust which was the key in your relationship. Maybe it was for the better. You both were paranoid; assumptions feeding more into it. 

But what you both gradually became, was bad for each other. Not at the beginning of your relationship, but somewhere in the middle, it went out of hand. Maybe if you spoke to each other more, maybe if you hadn’t pushed your thoughts the first day it came, then maybe you wouldn’t be here. But everything happens for a reason. 

Kim Taehyung was the heartthrob of the campus. Kim Taehyung was the first person you confessed you loved. He was the first person who heard ‘I love you’ from you. He was your first love. 

As the saying goes, some people are in our lives, just to teach us a lesson. Good and Bad. Kim Taehyung was that for you. You were still in love with him. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and yours did. You loved him more than you did before. And so maybe letting him go was easy. You were bad for him and he was bad for you. But that didn’t stop you from loving him.

And that didn’t stop him from loving you as you sat at the courthouse, as he looked at your face when it was over, as he lay in his bed alone that night.

Maybe you weren’t meant to be. Or maybe you were, but you didn’t know-how. But it was fine. And maybe as time goes by, it would hurt less. 

Although you and Taehyung didn’t believe in first and second lives, you both wished you’d find each other in the next life as you both looked at the sky that night. 

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The Asgardian Way

Loki x Reader

Summary: you get your period on the most unfortunate time- on date night with Loki. Embarrassed as you are of the topic from past experiences with boyfriends, Loki shows you that unlike mortal men- Asgardians view this time of the month for women in a much better way.

Word count: 1,849

Warnings: period talk, fluff, shade on Christianity, some shade on human men, Loki being the ideal boyfriend we all deserve.

A/N: this was requested by @the-departed-potato and while I do not take requests I just really had to do this one because this was like just perfect for me specifically to do. Sorry it took so long! Sorry if this sucks!😅 I also truly had to hold myself back from giving even more shade on Christians of old times because damn I could write a whole essay about those people and how they spread misinformation that changed real history to fake mainly bc of witchcraft. This is not beta read so all mistakes are by yours truly!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

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It's been going on for months now, the shameless flirting, the gentleman behaviour, and the devious looks he sent your way that completely contradicted his actions and left you a blushing mess even when he only opened the door for you- then he would wink at you.

It wasn't until one night that you gathered up courage to ask him out.

You were staying late at the Avengers Tower, you wanted to finish working on the new gadget you had built with Tony at the lab so he sent you to bring the two of you some coffee- he knew it was useless to tell you to go home and sleep- last time he tried to do it you called him a hypocrite and conditioned one of his suits to blast him if he gets close to you. You found it hilarious. He made sure to update the security of his code.

You went to the kitchen when you happened to overhear a conversation of two gods.

"Why have you not taken her on a date yet, brother?"

"I wish to court her properly, she deserves to be treated like a lady." You heard Loki respond to his brother. You leaned on the wall, trying not to get hopeful and to get the butterflies to calm down.

"Y/N is a fine lady, however, I heard from Stark that midgardian women might mistake courting like ours as mere jest." You smiled a bit at the scoff they both let out.

"Mortals continue to baffle me." Came Loki's comment, before Thor continued- not letting the subject go.

"Ask her on a date, I'm sure she will appreciate it." He encouraged his brother who wasn't as sure.

"I think, brother, that she is different- she will appreciate the old delicate arts of courting." He was not wrong- you were always old fashioned. But now at his admission, you stepped out of the shadows and into their view.

"While I do appreciate the courting, I'd love it if you would ask me out." Loki turned around at the sound of your voice.

"How long have you been standing there, darling?" he fidgeted with his hair.

"Long enough," you stepped down the stairs to stand in front of him. "What do you say about this Friday night at six? There is an art exhibit at the museum, I think you'll like calling out all the inaccuracies."

"Yeah, I'd like that." He gave you a small shy smile, and you completely forgot about Thor who stood on the side, watching it all unfold.

"This is great," he said. "You two are finally going on that date, see brother I told you-"

Thor stopped when he looked at Loki who sent him daggers at ruining the moment. You only chuckled.

"I have to go get Tony and I some drinks, so I guess I will see you then." You were about to turn around to head towards the kitchen when Loki took your hand in his, making you turn around, then he kissed the back of your hand lightly, bowing with a small smile at the blush on your cheeks.

"I look forward to it."

It took you a couple of second to function after he did that, mumbling a quiet goodbye you turned around and refused to look back at the smirking god.

•

You have gone with the god for a couple of dates now and then, sometimes you didn't see him for a whole week because of meetings in Asgard and while you were sad that you didn't get to see him-you were glad he was gone on that exact week every time.

You have been seeing him for about 2-3 months now and it was great- up until your period decided to come early. Right on your scheduled date.

You were nervously pacing your apartment thinking how to tell Loki that you can't go out with him tonight. You didn't want him to see you like this- he is a god, and you- you are a mortal woman who was having trouble getting out of bed because your body decided to punish you for not being pregnant this month.

Your body was so sexist.

Suddenly, a knock on the door.

Groaning, you got out of bed and headed for the door, checking who was there you were puzzled when you saw Loki there, dressed to the nines. Surely you didn't waste so much time, he must be early.

"Dear, are you okay there?" he called you.

"Yes, I'm fine- just a moment!" you tried to make yourself look presentable in a rush just so you could open the door to the dashing prince who was awaiting you.

You opened the door with a smile, which he returned.

You were used to acting like you were okay while your cramps were killing you from the inside but it seems like the god of lies could not be so easily fooled.

"Hi Loki, I was not expecting you this early." You laughed courtly, "And I was actually meaning to call- I'm not feeling so well today, I'm afraid I have to postpone our date tonight."

Loki walked into your apartment, kissing you on the cheek before pulling back to study you.

"I wanted to see you sooner, so here I am. But now that I am here- well tell me what is wrong, dearest?" he frowned when he saw you slightly clench your fists.

"Oh, I'm just not feeling well, I won't be good company and I won't be able to enjoy a lovely night with you I'm afraid."

"I'm a healer my love; you always seem to forget my magic," he smirked slightly causing you to laugh- which was not good right now for you.

"I remember your magic powers very well when you prank me." You countered. "But no, this is not something you need to worry about."

He reached out and took your hand with a small laugh. The door locked itself with a wave of his hand as he took you to the couch.

"I'm afraid you will have to do better than that to fool the god of lies." He took both of your hands in his and you were sure he could see your embarrassment with the way he was gazing into your eyes, "Now tell me, what is wrong?"

"You really don't need to- it's kind of embarrassing-" you started to mumble, lowering your head.

"I'm still here, aren't I? What kind of man will I be if I am not taking care of those I care about?"

You pulled your hands away from him, embarrassed as you mumbled something he couldn't quite put together.

"What was that?"

"I'm on my period." You closed your eyes- not wanting to see his disgusted look. "See, so you don't need to be here, I can take care of it myself and we can reschedule our date to a week from now."

It was not a problem to you- you knew the drill- but having to explain it to a clueless god felt humiliating to say the least.

"Is that all? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" You opened your eyes to a puzzled god.

"Because it would make you uncomfortable," you replied, suspicious of his reaction.

"Why on Odin's beard would it make me uncomfortable?" He frowned at you and looked you over. He started peppering kisses on your hands.

"Because it is my period?" You knew he is a god, but maybe asgardians women didn't get that. "Here on earth, men tend to be disgusted by it, they don't like to get involved in it or talk about it."

He huffed out in surprised anger- that you did not expect. The god in front of you did not know how human males could be so awful.

"Well that is preposterous! Women are to be worshipped at those times!" you stared at him-he had always treated you differently, unlike anything you have seen on earth before. You knew Asgardian ways of manners were much old fashioned and yet so different all the same.

"Then tell me, how do asgardians see it?" you leaned on the back of the couch, facing Loki and pulling a blanket over you. You liked how safe he made you feel, but this still felt weird to you- you were not sure how to react- to what extent it goes. So, curiosity got the better of you, "because if I'm being honest, this is kind of embarrassing."

Loki sent you a smile with a twinkle in his eye.

"Darling there is nothing to be embarrassed of! You are naturally as powerful as a thunder storm, a tornado- lightning cowards before you and your power!" he was going to make sure you understand it, he had never been so baffled by humans before. "You hold the ability of life- eternal life- in every drop of blood that falls from you- from the most powerful being in all the realms. For a couple of days each month- you are being shown your true power even through your suffering- and in that time you, my dear, are more powerful than a god. You should be nothing but worshipped. That is what the gods of Asgard know it to be true."

"Do they really all think that?" you felt a sharp pain suddenly and Loki came closer to you, put his usually cold hand on your stomach and you felt comforting warmness ease your ache.

"They know it. The people of midgard knew it too at some point, but then some people who thought themselves gods- I think they called themselves Christians- decided that the bleeding was a show of witchcraft and called it a sin and spread many lies about it, which now I see are still believed to this day. You see, they were quite stupid." You laughed at the disgusted look he gave you, which in turn made him smile. "You know, I probably shouldn't tell you this but…"

"You never obey such rules." You laughed and put your hand over his one that was comforting you on your stomach.

"In one of Thor's travels he bathed in a river filled with the menstrual blood of the powerful Giantesses. That was to give him enlightenment and eternal life."

"Ew, did he actually do it?" you scrunched your nose and Loki kissed it.

"That is not disgusting- that was powerful and very well respected. When he came back, he was the smartest I have ever seen him."

"I hope he took a good bath after it…" you chuckled and smiled at him, "Thank you for this, the Asgardian way of thinking is way better than that of earth."

"Now, dear, while I do have a preferred way to help take away the pain-" you blushed under his gaze. "Tell me, what is it that you desire? Tell me, so I can worship you as I should."

You kissed him then and you knew right then when he kissed you back that the Asgardian men are way better.

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Rivalry Put To Rest

Pairing - Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Arranged marriages (non of that under age like child marriages though fuck that yuck, these are obviously of age adults i just really wanna make that clear jesus), praise kink, modern AU, just lovely soft sex with my favorite man :'^).

Word Count - 2.4k

Other Comments - Dude it’s been so long since ive actually written anything im so sorry. But i couldn't resist writing this. I know i promised xiao but he will come in time. This is a little bit of a slow burn, or at least the sex doesnt start right away lol i want this to be nice and soft. P.s. youre on birth control so dont worry about no condom lol.

You did not like this idea. Why your parents were still forcing you into this was beyond you seeing as how you were a fully grown ass adult. You just couldn’t stomach the disappointment you would be seen as in their eyes. You were the daughter to the CEO of one of the most well known Law Firms in Teyvat. Zhongli was the son of another CEO who controlled your Rival company. Yours's and his parents wanted to finally settle the bad blood between the firms by having the two of you get married. You knew damn well the benefits of doing this was, god forbid if your Fathers firm went underwater, you would still be secure with Zhongli as your husband.

It’s not that you didn’t like Zhongli, and he certainly was not ugly; you just couldn’t stand your freedom to choose who you really wanted to marry being ripped from you. It was non negotiable though, so you had to go through with it. Zhongli didn’t seem to mind at all, he thoroughly enjoyed his very brief moments he had with you before, and was frankly excited to get more of those moments. He just hoped you didn’t resent him or blame him for this.

You both of course had an extravagant wedding, why would you not when your family was one of the wealthiest in Teyvat. You were grateful to your parents for letting you invite a few of your friends, and it seemed Zhongli had done the same. There was almost like a crowd formed around you two at the after party, you talking to your friends, and him with his. Zhongli had offered you his arm to hold onto, but you politely declined, feeling that even just holding his arm was too intimate for you.

“Already trouble in paradise for the two lovebirds?” One of Zhongli’s friends had chuckled, a red head with a stupidly smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you shot a look at him. Your friend Ningguang frowned, turning to look at your now husband.

“Control your dog, Mr. Zhongli.” You let out a chuckle, when you heard Zhongli’s friend scoff.

After a while, it was customary for the newlyweds to go on their honeymoon; so after a couple of hours you had to bid farewell to your friends and family. You approached the jet the two of you would be taking, with Zhongli carrying the luggage not far behind. You went ahead and boarded, while your new husband spoke with the pilot and the crew, sighing to yourself.

“Come on (y/n) suck it up, this honeymoon will be over sooner than you know it.” You mumbled to yourself, settling into the high class jet.

“Did you say something (y/n)?” You jumped, not expecting to hear Zhongli’s voice. “Ah.. My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.” You sighed and shook your head, waiving your hand to dismiss the apology.

“You’re fine Zhongli, I’m just… Nervous is all.” He hummed in response, nodding as he settled himself into the jet.

“I understand (y/n), I really do apologize about this being thrusted into your lap. I know this isn’t the ideal circumstances for a young woman to go through.” You nodded, glad that he understood your hesitance to the situation. Zhongli really wasn’t a bad guy.

“It’s really not your fault Zhongli, I understand you probably had no more say in it than I.” You gave him a reassuring smile, the first genuine smile to grace his line of sight. Without noticing he found himself smiling back, relieved that you didn’t see him with any contempt. A comfortable silence settled, as the jet took off towards your destination.

It wasn’t a long flight, and along the way you were able to make small talk, slowly learning more about Zhongli. After two short hours, you felt the jet jump slightly against the ground before steadying itself on the runway. After a few more moments, you both departed, Zhongli once again handling the luggage, leaving your side to retrieve it.

Before you knew it, you were at the house you would be staying at for your honeymoon. It sat on a beautiful beach side shore, with a large open patio looking out over the ocean. By the time you guys had arrived it was already around 10:00 o’clock at night, so the crescent moon was high in the sky as you both stepped out onto the patio. The moon and stars gleamed against the inky black water, with the rhythmic beating of the waves lulling you both into a comfortable silence. You stood next to your husband and finally for the first time that night, actually took in his face.

The light of the scenery exposed the beauty Zhongli held in his face, the pale light bouncing off his cheekbones and illuminating his golden irises as he looked out over the sea. He must’ve felt you staring because moments later those golden eyes were locked on yours.

“Do you like the scenery (y/n)?” You gave a quick nod before ducking away from his gaze, a red flush rising to your face. You heard him chuckle for a moment before shifting.

“I know what is customary to happen on our honeymoon, and I do not want you to feel pressured to fulfill that part of our relationship.” You flushed even more as you suddenly found the pattern of the wood to be very interesting. You had completely forgot that sex was usually something people did on honeymoons. It seemed normal, because generally the people who get married have had a relationship before this so nothing felt awkward about the topic. Obviously that wasn't the case in this situation, but there was something in you that kind of wanted to. Something in you that felt comfortable enough with him to do it, you already trusted him which shocked you. What if he wasn’t though? What if he was uncomfortable with the thought of having sex with you right now which is why he brought it up so suddenly?

“Thank you Zhongli, you’re too kind. You’ve truly been so understanding through this entire thing.” You looked back up to him finally, and found a gentle smile on his face. He nodded and hummed before turning back to the house.

“We should probably get to bed, it’s already fairly late.” You nodded, pulling out your phone to check the time. You both walked about into the house together. “There is another room down the hall from the master bedroom if you don’t want to sleep in the same bed. It’s smaller so I could always take it.” There he goes, being considerate and kind; handling your thoughts and feelings like glass that would break any second. You remained silent for a moment contemplating on what he had said, before gently shaking your head.

“No, no, it’s fine. I want to share the bed with you.” You smiled up at him, and he looked almost surprised with your willingness, but the shock didn’t last for long before he smiled back at you and nodded; offering you his arm to hold on to, which you shakily took. You both reached the bedroom, where he had placed all of your guy's luggage before letting you go to retrieve your sleeping clothes as he did the same. You went into the bathroom, to give yourself and him some privacy before slowly re-entering. Zhongli was in a pair of brown silk pants with golden accents and a black short sleeve shirt. Your eyes met each other, and Zhongli smiled when he saw you.

“I know that these were unideal circumstances to get married, but I’m happy it is you who is my spouse. I can only hope you think the same of me, and that at some point you can genuinely feel connected to me.” You blushed as he said this, genuinely taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. You feel bad for dreading and almost resenting Zhongli when you were first notified about the engagement, once finding out just how compassionate and caring the man before you was. Slowly, the two of you made your way into the large king sized bed. There was a large gap between the two of you, large enough to comfortably fit another person. Your mind raced a mile a minute trying to decide whether or not you should scoot in a little closer to the man next to you.

And so you did, without taking another moment to think about it you shifted closer to Zhongli until your side gently pressed against his. You felt Zhongli stiffen beside you for a brief moment, and for a split second you regretted scooting in; that was until you felt him roll over onto his side and wrap a strong arm around your torso. You could really take in Zhongli’s scent like this and you noticed that he smelled like amber rum, chestnuts, and a hint of vanilla. It wrapped you in a warmth that lulled you into a comforting silence as the two of you laid together like this.

You rolled onto your side, letting Zhongli’s arm now rest against your waist. Your noses were almost touching as the two of you stared into each other's eyes. You saw his eyes dart down to your lips for the briefest of seconds, letting yourself do the same.

“Zhongli…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?” You saw Zhongli’s eyes widen as his gorgeous eyes met yours, not expecting you to ask him that.

“I would love nothing more… Darling.” You flushed at the mild pet name, before softly placing your lips onto his. It felt as time skidded to a halt, as the two of you moved against each other with the grace of a slow dance. Soon enough it became heated, as you changed positions and straddled his hips. You could feel his boner pressing against you through his pants, and it made warmth bloom in your chest.

“You really want to do this right? You don’t feel pressured my dear?” You smiled at Zhongli’s questions, nodding before he could get another one out. It felt good to be so concerned about, so doted over.

“Yes Zhongli, I really want to do this with you. I trust you.” This time it was Zhongli’s turn to flush, an elegant smile gracing his lips. Before long, the both of you were out of your sleeping clothes and back on top of one another. Your back was to the silken bed sheets, as Zhongli was on top of you lining his hard cock up with your eager pussy. Zhongli gave you one last look before slowly entering you inch by inch. To say he was huge would be an understatement, so he knew he had to take it slow with you so as to not hurt you in any way. Zhongli needed this to be a good experience with you, he would never forgive himself if he hurt you or made this unenjoyable in any way at all.

The noises you were making and the way your hands were clawing at his back reassured him that he was doing everything right so far, always stopping after pushing in a few inches to give you time to adjust. Without thinking, Zhongli's mouth just started moving as words spilled out.

“You’re doing so good for me my angel, you’re taking me so well. You’re too good for me.” With the praise spilling out of Zhongli’s mouth, you couldn’t help but unleash a flurry of loud moans, as he bottomed out. He stood still for a couple moments, making sure you were nice and comfortable, until he felt you trying to move against him; trying to get him to move in and out of you.

“If you were ready for me to move, all you needed to do was ask my gem.” You let out a whine like moan, that evolved into a guttural groan when he finally started to thrust in and out of you. Your nails raked across his skin, surely leaving marks for you to admire after this was all said and done. He wasn’t skipping out on the marks either, as he sucked and bit at your skin, still throwing out praise every time his mouth left your skin. His fingers dug into your hips, as he sped up. He just couldn’t help himself, your wet quivering pussy just felt way too good wrapped around him; sucking him in every time he pulled out.

“I can’t believe it took us getting into an arranged marriage to finally meet, my god where have you been all my life.” Zhongli had begun to groan, obviously getting close to tipping over the edge, with the way his thrusts continued to get sloppier every so often. You moaned in response, too blissed out of your mind to form actual words. Zhongli’s head fell against your shoulder, his ebony black hair hanging off his shoulders.

With a few more strokes, Zhongli had both of you tumbling over the edge and cumming in unison. All that could be heard in your room was the quiet crashing of waves and the combined panting of the both of you. After a few moments of Zhongli getting his breath back he tumbled down next to you, sweaty shoulders touching. A couple seconds of silence passed before you spoke up in a raspy broken voice.

“It took us so long because I’m technically your rival.” You were giggling slightly, when Zhongli let out a loud chuckle.

“I guess you are right my dear, but now we are joined together. And I cannot wait to see what comes of our joining.”

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Imagine Shawn having a secret diary and reader who happens to be his best friend found out and turns out all the writings are for her.

I want you like that

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning: fluff & SMUT, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Note: Anon, I honestly have no idea how I did for your request. Anyway, happy reading! Feedback and comments will always be appreciated :)

Even Shawn would gladly admit that he probably shouldn’t have left it sitting in the living room.

Shawn couldn’t even be that mad about it because, again, he did leave it in a vulnerable area. That still didn’t stop him from getting red in the face and almost melting into a puddle on the spot.

“Y/N…”

Before he can grab the notebook back, you dance out of reach until the kitchen island separates you, eyes blazing across the page as you skim his paragraphs. He edges around the counter toward you, and you only proceed to retreat slowly, turning your gaze back to his words, "Wait, these scribbles are nice. When did you write them?"

Shawn sighed in defeat. Not willing to answer, his hands reached again for the notebook but you just hugged them closer to your chest.

"I'm asking you a question, Shawn. It’ll be rude to not answer.”

"I’m Sorry, I just don't wanna answer. Just give back my notebook.."

You flip open the notebook again and manage to make out a rough sketch of a lip, pair of eyes and a girl. You continue to flip through other pages, circling the island to avoid his outstretched hand. Your eyes continue to land on a few more of his scribbles.

"But seriously, I liked them. All the lyrics and sketches, huh? Who were they for?"

"No one in mind,” Shawn shrugged, which you can clearly see that he is lying, “I was just bored.”

"I'm not letting you go until you tell me who this wonderful girl is."

”You know it could be for anyone."

"I don’t believe you. C'mon Shawnie, tell me. I promise I won't tease. I swear.”

Your relationship with Shawn was a little complicated. You weren’t dating, but you were best friends and both definitely had romantic tension that nobody could deny. You had even shared a meaningful kiss in a passionate moment. You were most definitely crazy about each other, but just too blind to see it. His diary, on the other hand, contained every thought and deep hidden feelings that he correlated to you. Which is why he was so distraught when you read through it.

But the moment has come. This is it. He must take the plunge of bravery, it might tease his pride a bit and his heart ached at the possibility of losing his best friend. But here goes nothing, “Read the last paragraph on the last page.”

“You know you could have just said a- -.” Oh. it’s for you, you stood there re-reading that last paragraph, fingers tracing the dried ink, “n-name.” You gulped.

At the end of the day…after every song, at every show and at every crowd. My eyes would still wonder, searching and hoping for her. Y/N Y/L/N, my inspiration, my muse, and truly the one girl I still and forever will love.

Your eyes slowly and hesitantly look up, only to be met by Shawn’s gaze. You stare at each other, a heavy, heated silence hovering between you, and you know instinctively that a single move will change everything.

You proceed to set the notebook on the counter and saunter over, watching Shawn’s eyes dip to drink in your frame. As you stop just in front of him, you lower your voice to a sultry whisper, “You know, actions speak louder than any words ever could.”

His eyes instantly darken with want, and his hand finds the back of your waist, pulling you even closer until you’re chest to chest, you could feel the warmth of his body. His lips graze yours as he whispers, “Oh yeah?” His nose was already touching yours as he looked for any sign of your approval.

Your lips curve up to a smile as you utter your reply, “Yeah.” He chuckled upon hearing your words and with just the slightest tilt, his soft lips met with yours as you moved your hands up and around his neck, “Am I getting there?”

His arms were quick to wrap themselves around your lower back and heaved you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he lifted you in his arms, depositing you on the counter, and attacking your jaw and the edge of your neckline with his lips.

“You’re getting there.” Groaning in pleasure, you arch and writhe in his arms as his hot wet mouth continues to trail along the sensitive skin of your throat, “Good.” He whispers back.

His lips meet yours again. Hands fumbling desperately at your clothes, tugging at them as if they’re suffocating you or him or both. Your hands are equally urgent, pulling at the fabric of his shirt, fingers fumbling the buttons.

As soon as your clothes and his shirt are cast aside, he’s on you again. Kissing your lips, “Guide me.” He says. “Teach me.” Another kiss on your cheek and your throat, “Teach me how to love you.” He finallys as he leave one finall kiss at the curve of your chest.

“Gladly.” You mumble in the kiss, guiding one of his hands down beneath the hem of your underwear. You feel your hips bucking as he moves his finger in a circle over your sensitive nub. “Ugh, Shawn,” You moan. He removes your underwear to the side and fingers instantly find your already dripping core.

His fingers move in smooth, tight circles over your nub. Your eyes flutter closed, yearning for him to come closer with every swift touch. You felt his face brushing against your forehead as he nibbled your ear, your arms wrapped over his back. Your nails dug into him as he pleasured you. He pulled away, leaving you feeling empty.

He went on to unbutton his pants and slid them down. You feel a feral desire growing inside you, seeing his exposed sight in front of you. So you lean forward to peel his boxers roughly over his form, exposing him completely to your gaze, “Damn, Mendes.”

Shawn just chuckles, hearing those words come out of you. But, it quickly becomes a groan as you are unable to control yourself any longer and you wrap your hand around him, clasping him gently.

“Ohhh Y/N.” He closes his eyes and hisses in pleasure as you stroke his entire length, savouring the heat of him in your hand. Biting your lip, you add your other hand, working him and building his need with every touch, every caress. Shawn continues to groan and growls from the sensation, “Oh god…Y/N..if you keep going, I think I’m going to…”

“Would that be so bad?”

“No but, I want to taste you too.” He runs his hands up your bare thighs, and you shiver slightly from the contact. He kneels between your legs, eyes intent on your most intimate area. His lips lean forward, and you gasp, your hands reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair, body leaning back on the counter, fully surrendering yourself to his mouth that works expertly against your body.

“Shawn…you’re so good…oh!” You feel yourself beginning to crest, the sensations intense and wonderful.. but you don’t want to peak without him. “Shawn, slow down. I’m going to…I want to feel all of you in me when..”

“Would that be so bad?” He came back up, hovering over your figure as you grabbed a hold of his waist. He was towering over you, his breathing low as he focused on you. “No, but I want you inside me.” You whispered, looking up into his gaze.

“Say no more, Baby.”

He pulled you into him and kissed you gently then he’s on you, in you, between your thighs, and you can only groan and arch against him, welcoming the wonderful raw sensation of pleasure, the feeling of his body slowly moving against yours.

“Ooh, Shawn…”

“Y/N… you feel so good..” he doesn’t stop, doesn't hesitate and doesn't even pause. His hips moving in a slow and steady rhythm as he gazes intently into your eyes. Moaning in pleasure, you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his back, fingers scratching his skin again in excitement as he moves deeper, “S-Shawn don’t stop.”

“Never..” he moves faster again, and you can only cry out, lifting your hips against him. Squeezing him tighter with your thighs, helping him even move faster and faster. Everything seems to be blurry and time stops ticking as the only thing you could do was grip on the counter, holding on for dear life as his rhythm got faster and deeper in you, “oh god.. can’t hold on much longer..”

“Let go Y/N, I’m here for you.”

Fingernails clenching around the countertop for purchase as you scream in pleasure, “Shawn…I’m..I’m… oohhhh!” You continue to scream as you finally hit your peak, the ache cresting and crashing in your body as you explode in sensation.

The arching of your body, the snap of your hips and his hips, brought Shawn to his peak too as he roars and thrusts one more time, “Y/N!”

It feels as if fireworks consume you both, bodies bucking and writhing with each other while both mind white out. Until at last, he picked you up and laid down on the couch, pulling you onto his chest. Pulling a blanket over both your bodies before holding you, both of your chests going up and down rapidly. He kissed your forehead and you could feel his fingers running through your hair.

“Were you ever gonna tell me?”

He looks down at you, smiling widely. He kissed your forehead and stared at you before uttering his reply, “Of course. I had doubts but I knew I had to tell you eventually how I feel.”

Then there was another moment or two of silence as your fingers traced patterns through his chest, both of you simply enjoying each other’s company and still a little stunned about the events that lead to this very moment. You’re about to doze off when, unexpectedly, he sighs,”Shawn are you alright?”

“Oh, more than alright. That was..incredible, I just feel like I dreamt and played out a bunch of scenarios in my head about how today would unfold. But the reality of tonight is so much better than any of my fantasies.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about how tonight played out.” You replied, pressing your palm flat against his bare chest, leaning in closer to his face, nose touching and lips only a couple of inches from each other, “Me too.” Shawn says as he brushed his lips against yours softly, and his hand snaked its way around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɢᴜʏꜱ... ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ, ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ, ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴄʜᴀᴛꜱ ᴏʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ... ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ... ❤️

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