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corrodedcoffins-blog · 4 months

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The Almost Breakup

note: short but i'm happy with it

also gonna get back into this story soon also if you have thoughts on this au (or any of my aus) please share i love hearing them <3

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y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight

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emails.tour.11: her and isla bonding is so cute

icarly_: Isla is so pretty

Metalhead_: she's such a slut

13taytay: JOJO!! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!?!

im.a.mirrorball: in her step-mom era

y/nismyqueen: where are y/n's shoes from?? very very important!

for_our_moony: prada i think, but steve madden makes a more affordable

CorrodedCoffinStan: he is to old for her, and now making her act like a mom to his daughter. disgusting.

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y/nupdates: Y/n was out with her new boyfriend, Eddie Munson's son. They went out to lunch together, and this is the first time we've seen them together.

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dog.loverrr: only 5 years between her and her boyfriends son..

princess.y/n: love seeing her with Leo not just isla

anna.frozen_: my worlds colliding

munson_86: fr been an Eddie fan for years and a Y/n fan since girl meets world

y/nswifey: forever in love with Leo Munson

philly_eagles.fan: i think they should date instead of her and his dad, the age gap is gross

Eddie and Y/n have been together for 6 months now, about the time Eddie’s relationships would end, without the women ever meeting his kids and never any ‘I love you’s. But everything was going well, and though Y/n had met Isla when she met Eddie they had gotten really close, and she had now met Leo and despite all expectations that went well. Y/n and Leo had become friends of sorts. But no matter how happy he was, how happy she made him, Eddie started pulling away. He couldn’t help it. He loved her, yes. Not that he’d told her yet. He loved his kids first, and he has to put them first, always will.

Y/n was now on the international leg of her tour, and they haven’t talked in a while, always seeming to miss each other. This was giving Eddie the space he needs to think about their relationship. Not without zero help from his kids.

“Is Y/n going to come here after her shows in Europe are over?” Isla asked, pushing her vegetables across her plate with her fork, then picking up her knife to saw the broccoli in two.

“Um- I’m not sure, kid.” The man mumbles, hoping Isla will move on after not getting an answer.

“Why not?”

“Isla-”

“Can you ask-”

“Isla! Finish your dinner, or if you're done take your plate to the kitchen.” Sighing, Isla got up grabbing her plate to the kitchen and stomping upstairs to her room. After hearing the slamming the teens door, Eddie gets up to start loading the dishwasher. Leo, who was over for dinner, like he often did, walked over to his dad, placing his plate next to the sink. Then rounding the island, to sit at a bar stool.

“So.. What’s with your attitude?” This causes Eddie to look up from his task, giving his son a look that could kill.

“Leo, we're not talking about this.”

“No. We have to. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You get so sensitive everytime we mention Y/n lately. Are you not talking? Please don’t break up with this one, I actually like her.”

“Leo. I ca-”

“No. You love her! And I guess that scares you, because every relationship you’ve had since mom has had this 6 month timer and that timer has gone off, and you're not ready. Or it scares you that she’s so close to us. And that if you ever break up Isla would be heartbroken.”

Eddie takes a moment, thinking over what Leo has said, and scarily accurate it is, and since when was Leo that smart?

“Leo?... Could you stay here with Isla for a few days?”

“Yeah.” Leo says, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Here Y/n was sitting in her hotel in Paris, staring at her phone, looking at a voicemail Eddie had left. It’s time. He’s going to break up with her; she just knows it. Her and Leo went out a couple weeks ago and he had let slip of Eddie’s 6 month timer on relationships, of course that was followed with Leo’s reassurance that he could feel she was different. But that didn’t cure her anxiety.

Because since she left for tour, they haven’t talked, like Eddie has been avoiding her. She had written a break-up song about him for fucks sake, they’re not even broken up yet. But now he was going to break up with her, over a voicemail at that.

Ripping the band-aid off, Y/n finally presses play on the voicemail.

“Hey, Y/n-” God her first name, it’s really happening “-um, I have a lot of this to say, but I can’t say it over the phone. So I’ll talk to you later. I care about you. I know it hasn’t felt like it, and that’s part of what I need to talk about. I just need you to remember that. I care about you. Okay. Bye.”

At least he was planning on letting her down easy. Guess that’s a plus. Pouring herself a glass of wine from the overpriced display hotels have, Y/n sits down at the dining table, staring at the abstract painting across from her. After what felt like an hour of staring, which in actuality it was 10 minutes, the young woman hears the click of the hotel door. It startles her back into a conscious state, wondering why her assistant Andrea, the only other person with a key card, was entering her room at this hour.

“Andrea?” Turning the corner, Y/n comes face to face with the older, taller man. “Eds… Wha- what are you doing here?”

“Did you not get my voicemail?” He asks, as if that voicemail held any answers.

“Yeah, but.. It was pretty vague.” Her reply caused Eddie to smile.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I was in a rush. Packing, getting the jet ready.” Silence came over the two. Awkward silence. The couple had never been in awkward silence for the entirety of their relationship, always talking, never a pause in their banter. They had comfortable silence at night, staring into each other's eyes. But never was it awkward between them.

“You’ve been avoiding my calls.”

“I’ve been avoiding your calls.” The two spoke at the same time, before Eddie continues, “I’m sorry. It’s just- Ever since my relationship with my ex-wife, my relationships have had this 6 month lifespan. And when they get close to 6 months I get ready to end things.” Here it comes the ‘it’s not you, it’s me and my commitment issues’ “But that didn’t happen with you.” Oh. “With you, you met Isla and Leo no woman I’ve been with has gotten there, and they like you! And that’s fucking scarry. So the thought of us ever breaking up and what that would do to Isla.. It killed me, so I wanted to get ahead of it, y’know break up with you before she got even more attached, but I couldn’t so I just avoided you. Which was the wrong choice because that just caused you and me more pain. So.. I came here to tell you that.. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back, but I need you to know that I’m in, and this relationship it’s not just you and me anymore, my kids are in this. And I have to think about them and I need to know that you will also think about them.”

Throughout that long winded explanation, all Y/n could think about is that Eddie is not breaking up with her, and that he loves her. He, Eddie Munson, playboy, rock legend loved her.

“Eds, I love you too.” After she said the three little magic words, Eddie leaps towards her, his lips smashing against hers. Their lips moving in sync, Eddie’s tongue tempting her lips to widen, to allow his tongue and hers to fight for dominance. Y/n’s lips grant Eddie’s tongue entrance while Eddie has her distracted by his tongue, his hands slip downwards to her thighs gripping them for support to lift the woman onto the dining table, leaning her back and lifting his lips from hers to be able to talk once again. The disconnection of their lips leave the couple breathless, panting, and staring into eachothers eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The couple wake up the next morning, sunlight seeping through the sheer curtains, legs tangled together, Y/n moving to put her cold feet on Eddie’s legs to warm them.

“Ah! Get your feet off me. They’re cold.” Eddie mumbles into his hair, before turning his body to face Y/n, he was the little spoon last night.

“I know! That’s why I want you to warm them.” The short woman says in a ‘duh’ tone. Wiggling her feet between his calves, Eddie grabs her ankles, moving onto his back and pulling her to straddle him. Her bare core, resting on his v-line, as the two were still naked from last night's activities.

“Hi.”

“Hi, darling.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” The older man brings his hand to his girl's jaw, his thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek.

“I love you.” This causes Eddie to let out a deep chuckle, as the two have said this about 30 times since he first did last night.

“I love you too.”

“So.. Now that we’re in love or whatever.” “‘Whatever’” “I want you to meet my parents… In a couple months when I get a break from tour. What do you think about that?” Y/n was worried about asking Eddie this, it felt so juvenile, but Eddie has never once made her feel bad about their age gap, one of the many things she loved about him.

“I would love to. And in the summer, I would really love you coming with me and the kids to Hawkins, meet my uncle and my hometown friends?”

“I would love to meet the man that raised my amazing man. I’ll have to thank him y’know. A lot.”

“Of course, he did a great job.”

“Oh shut up. I also really want to meet your friends. What are they like?”

“Well theirs the Hellfire boys, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will. They’re a couple years younger than me, all married, all have kids. Mike and Will are married, they adopted a few. Then there’s Steve. He has a kid Leo’s age.. Then Robin, she got married to this girl from high school, Vicky, me and Steve totally got them together but she won’t admit it. They’re all great, and I can’t wait for you to meet them.”

“I want to go to.. Italy. Have you been?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

“I’ve always wanted to go.”

“I’ll take you.”

The two have been laying on their backs staring at the ceiling, talking all about the places they’ve been and want to go. The couple haven't left the bed all day, just to go to the bathroom, and Eddie once to grab them food, all while still naked, just how they liked it.

“I wrote a breakup song about you.. Before everything, when I thought we were going to break up.” She added the last part quickly after her pause.

“Anything bad about me?” Eddie asks, clearly making a joke out of it, something Y/n was thankful for, he could always tell when she needed him to be serious and when she needed him to be jokey, another thing she loved about him.

“No, of course not. Just about how it would be super hard for me if we did break up.”

“Then good thing we didn’t.” He says, pressing his lips gently against hers.

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yxami · 1 year

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Yan roommate back woo woo

Imp stuff: gn reader, manipulator, masochist yandere

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After the dispute the both of you had, you saw Malakai differently. You didn’t expect him to be like that after using that tactic. Well, that was in the past now. As if it wasn’t a week ago.

You slammed your computer shut, finally finished with studying. You threw yourself on your bed, deciding to scroll on your phone. You heard clattering in the kitchen and assumed your bitch ass roommate was leaving even more dishes for you to wash. He never cleaned up and that irritated you so much.

You were about to get up to go eat something when your door creaked open. Not slowly but it seemed like whatever opened it was hesitating.

“Hey..”

“What do you want?” You looked at him with suspicion.

“I made you breakfast, it’s eggs, bacon, and rice.” He showed the plate he carried and gestured it for you to grab it.

You groaned before answering. You knew he was up to something. “Alright what do you want?”

“Do you want me to leave the apartment or something? Are you gonna sleep with someone?” You looked annoyed but decided that you would leave for a plate of food, it was worth it.

“Huh?? No? What the hell are you on about” He looked disgusted at the fact that you suggested he was going to fuck someone. You assumed he was uncomfortable with talking about that with you of all people.

“Then what do you want” You grabbed the plate and sat on your bed — cutting up pieces of egg with your fork before stabbing it and eating it.

“Nothing! God, I can’t do anything without you assuming it’s some ulterior motive.” He walked off pissed off. As if you had said something offensive??? He was dramatic for some reason and you did not care enough to ask why.

Later, you were finished with the plate and got up to put it in the kitchen sink before you were interrupted and heard voices in the living room.

A feminine voice giggled and seemed to gush about something Malakai said. You recognized his voice easily.

You walked past them and went into the kitchen. You saw the girl gave you a stink eye as if you had done something?? What a bitch.

You washed the dishes, again, he had left them.

“Malakai, you’re so cute. Have I ever told you that?” You saw her look at you while she brushed her hands across his chest. You cringed and went back to your room.

Something definitely was gonna happen and you sure as hell weren’t gonna be here for it. You decided on grocery shopping, quickly getting changed and heading out the door.

You saw Malakai surprised and jumping up to meet at you the door but you slammed the door before he could even utter a word.

You knew he was gonna be pissed at you slamming the door in his face but luckily that girl would be there to distract him from that anger.

You wrote down in yours notes app all the things you had to get for your dinner and just general pantry stuff.

“More eggs, pancake mix, milk, hmm what else” You muttered to yourself. You clicked the familiar button, not even having to look at it to get where you were going.

A few moments later, you heard the elevator singing a tune. You looked up, and went to your car. You made it to the grocery store, glancing upon your list to refresh your brain.

Your phone dinged about 3+ messages in a matter of one second. Your eyebrows knitted in a confused state. Why were you getting messages? You guessed that they weren’t delivering until now so that’s probably why it came all in one moment.

You swiped up and opened up your messages. All from the contact addressed “bonehead”

You wondered why Malakai was texting you, did he need something from the store?

You read the messages.

“Hey, why the hell did you leave and slam the door in my face”

2 minutes later…

“hello????”

“I know you’re not busy answer my messages”

You decided to ignore the messages, you knew he was gonna be bitchy so you ignored them. 30 minutes had passed and you almost had everything on the list. You were looking on the snack isle decided on which chips you should buy.

Your phone dinged again, you could feel the vibration in your back pocket so you opened your phone. More messages from Malakai, you rolled your eyes as soon as you read the first message.

“dude, read my messages or I’m gonna trash you room.”

“????”

“Answer, I’m not fucking around”

“That was an asshole thing to do and I want an apology”

“Plus, that girl is gone so you can come back now. I don’t know why you were being all weird and bitchy.”

You?? Being weird and bitchy? God, he was unbearable, she’s the one giving you nasty ass glares for no reason?? As if you wanted him, Jesus. He could go live with her for all you care.

You clicked the power button, continuing to ignore the messages. Your eyes glanced upon your favorite chips that were in stock. You snatched them and put it in the cart quickly.

You were definitely gonna snack on those when you got home. You already imagined the show you were gonna watch as well.

Now, you had your snack so you just had to get the last two items.

“Rice and milk” you said in your mind rather than muttering it out loud.

Another 30 minutes had passed, you already gathered all the groceries and checked out. You just had to load them in the trunk of your car. You made sure to keep the temperature sensitive items in the back of your car where it would survive until you arrived at the apartment.

You put the cart back where it belonged while getting even more messages. You knew who it was and didn’t check until you were sat inside your car.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to call you mean and bitchy or whatever just come home..”

“Look she’s gone, I don’t know what you thought was gonna happen but I wasn’t gonna fuck her or anything! She’s just some dumb bitch I brought to make you jealous!!”

“I didn’t trash your room I was just lying to get you to come home!”

“Please, at least read my messages”

The hell? Why was he switching up now? What a weirdo.

You saw at the end of his frantic messages that there was a voice message. 15 seconds long. You rolled your eyes deciding to read his messages and click on the little play button.

“Please stop ignoring me!” You could tell he crying. The desperation in his voice was obvious. He hiccuped before beginning to speak about. “I’m sorry!!! Please come home I miss you, I’m sorry I made you mad. I don’t know why—“ He sobbed being incomprehensible.

“I’m— m I’m sorry” His voice broke down as your phone played his sobs before the voice message ended.

You only left for an hour and maybe a bit more. Why the hell was he crying about it? This is the 2nd time you used the ignoring tactic and the same reaction happened. Him in tears and being clingy, as if you were his partner breaking up with him.

You sighed finally making it to the apartment. Along the way, hearing your phone ring and ring with messages and calls.

Seriously? What was wrong with him.

As soon as you opened the door, arms filled with bags wrapped around them — he crashed into you. You were thrown back into the now closed door, his tight grip on you, refusing to let go.

“What the fuck???” You yell.

“I missed you so much please don’t ever ignore me like that ever again!!!! You know I don’t like that and I told you that!!” He sobbed even harder than he did in the messages.

You push him off, you saw his puffy eyes and wet cheeks. You made it to the kitchen, putting all the bags down. He was quickly following you, hurt that you pushed him but also loving that you touched him.

He was practically breathing down your neck, following you every time you grabbed a new item and put it in the pantry or fridge.

“God!! Can you sit the fuck down or something?? You’re hardly giving me any space you weirdo” You snapped at him.

He quickly obeyed, sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs.

You looked in confusion, still angry about his messages and about him knocking you down against the door.

Once you had put everything back he quickly got up to follow you to your room. You were about to slam the door before he slipped into your room quickly right before you slammed it.

You looked in disbelief at the roommate of yours that could not leave you the hell alone.

You sighed, if you yelled again you thought you were gonna lose your voice. You threw yourself down your bed, ignoring his presence which is probably something you shouldn’t do… now that you knew this new side of him.

He sat on the edge of your bed. Choosing to keep quiet. His sleeves were helpful in wiping away his tears. You looked up at him, seeing his red face from sobbing so hard and yet, he still looked charming. You hated that you found him attractive. You didn’t have any feelings, you just found him hot that’s all.

He noticed you lost in thought while staring at him. He wondered if you were going to say anything. At least you weren’t ignoring him anymore.

“You’re like a puppy” You randomly commented.

He tilted his head, not understanding why or what you meant by that.

“You cry if I ignore you, yet when I’m not

— you’re annoying and act like a bitch”

“So? Maybe stop acting like a bitch when I talk to you” His demeanor completely switching as if he hadn’t been sobbing 2 minutes ago.

You kick him off the bed. His body thumping against the ground as quick as you had kicked him.

“Fucking bit-“ He yells out before he snapped at you, ending up on top of you.

He pins your wrists and was about to insult you before you kicked him in between his legs and got on top of him. He groaned in pain and sensitivity.

“Such a dirty move just because you were losing” he growled.

He starts spewing insults so you wrapped your fingers around his throat and applied a plethora of force to it.

His eyes widening and looked hazy. He didn’t fight back or anything, no attempt to make you stop. Even wrapped his hand on your arm, encouraging you.

He really was a fucking masochist.

You applied more pressure, despite his thinking that you were applying full pressure.

“If you keep acting like an asshole, I’m gonna ignore you even more than I did now” You said, laced with annoyance.

His eyes widened, quickly shaking his head no. Tears threatening to spill out when you told him that.

“Ah- pf ple” His words were incomprehensible with your tight hold on neck.

You let go of him and he coughed. He rubbed his sore throat, feeling that it would bruise. He was too distracted about your threat to be glad that you had marked him, even if it was temporary.

“I’ll stop acting like an asshole! It’s just hard when you give other people attention and stay in your room all the time” He whimpered.

“What are you trying to say?” You looked at him with suspicion in your eyes.

“I.. I don’t know myself okay? I love you, i love you a lot it fucking hurts when I see you talking to someone else. I just wanna bash their skull in when someone admires you. They could never compare to how much I love you” he holds your hands as he sits up to meet your eyes.

“An-and I don’t like when you ignore me, it makes me want to hurt myself knowing you don’t even want to acknowledge my presence! I love you too much that I couldn’t survive an hour without you yelling or hitting me.” He fiddled with his fingers yet still was brave enough to look up at you. Eyes filled up with tears, and had tears that spilled a long time ago, making his cheeks wet.

“Alright.. do you promise to stop being rude?” You finally noticed that you had been sitting in his lap this whole time.

He quickly nodded and made a “mhm mhm!!” sound.

“And are you gonna start being nice to my friends?”

His expression quickly turned into disgust, his eyes glancing upon you with a look of “are you serious”

“Malakai..” you said in a warning tone.

“Aghh, I’ll try but no promises” he said with an upset expression.

“Thanks!” You hugged him, kissing the now obvious bruises on his neck.

He giggled at the ticklish feeling and made muffled moans when you bit some of his bruised skin.

You and Malakai now relaxing in bed, enjoyed a nice nap under your bed sheets. Too exhausted to do anything. But, you couldn’t say the same for when the both of you woke up.

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hischierswhore · 1 year

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hostile

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

TW: cursing // asshole!mason // another warning but i cant think of the word rn

A/N: i’ve been obsessed with angst lately, so here’s this 😀

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You sat in the living room of the home you shared with Mason, your boyfriend of 4 years. You were awaiting his arrival, since he’d been at training all day long. Both of you had been rather busy lately, leaving you both little to no time to enjoy each other’s company & presence, so you took it upon yourself to plan out a little movie night for the pair of you.

You had gone to the market earlier in the day to buy some snacks for your movie night, as well as some wine and some ingredients to make Mason’s favorite dinner.

You had prepared some pasta for the both of you, leaving it in the microwave until he arrived. In the meantime, you decided to watch some tv, putting on some F1 highlights reel. Moments later, the front door opened, and you heard the door slam shut, causing you to jump at the sound.

“Hi, my love” You said as you lifted yourself off the couch and made your way towards your boyfriend with your arms wide open to give him a hug after having not seen him since the night prior, though it was only for a few minutes. His body physically tensed as you pulled him into your embrace, with him also turning his head so you kissed his cheek instead of his lips. You could sense that something was wrong.

“Is everything alright, Mase?” You tried to hold his hand, but he quickly moved it and brushed past you and down the hall to your shared bedroom.

All you could think was if you had done something to upset him throughout the day? You hadn’t really spoken to Mason at all today, so you couldn’t think of a reason as to why he was being so standoff-ish towards you.

You decided to not follow him and began plating both your & his dinner. Once both meals were plated and displayed on your dining table, you gave your bedroom door a soft knock.

“Mase? Uhm, dinner’s ready if you want to eat” You sounded awkward as you stood outside the door to your own bedroom before turning to walk back to the dining room.

5 minutes later, Mason came out of your bedroom and sat down in front of you. You looked up at him for a moment, noticing how he had already changed into his pajamas.

“How was training?” You asked as he silently poked at his food before turning his gaze to you.

“It was fine” He mumbled quietly, yet loud enough that you could hear and slightly understand what he had said. He sounded like he wasn’t interested in having a conversation, so you respected it and stayed quiet for the rest of your meal.

After dinner, you brought your plate to the sink to wash it. Mason walked behind you and threw his plate in the sink, causing you to jump and turn to him.

“I’m sorry, but what the hell is wrong with you today?” You snapped at him, causing Mason to stop walking and turn to face you.

“What are you on about now, Y/n?” He sighed dramatically as he leaned on the refrigerator. You stared at him in disbelief.

“You came home in a pissy mood, and now you’re taking it out on me, and for what reason? I didn’t do anything to you, at least I don’t think I did. On the off-chance that I did indeed do something, then I’m sorry Mason, but you have to tell me-”

“Oh my god, it’s not about you, Y/n. For fucks sake, not everything is” Mason’s hands covered his face as he groaned in annoyance.

“Then could you please tell me what’s going on?” You folded your arms across your chest as you leaned against the sink, waiting to hear whatever he had to say.

“I’m just stressed out because of my stupid fucking contract and now I have a fucking reoccurring injury that makes it very difficult to get back to playing on the pitch with the squad”

“Mase, I get that it’s stressful but-” He cut you off.

“No you don’t, Y/n! You don’t understand how stressful this is for me. You’re at home taking phone calls & doing Zoom meetings while I’m out making the money so we can have this” He shouted as he gestured to everything around him. Tears began to form in your eyes as he shouted at you.

You’d always been a sensitive person, crying whenever someone had raised their voice or gave you any sort of criticism. Mason was very aware of this, and always chose to peacefully talk through things rather than get into a screaming match, but today was different.

“You know what, I get it, Mason. I understand that I don’t make nearly as much money as you do. I understand that I have the luxury of working from home while your job requires you to do physical activity, but you signed up for that job. For you to even insinuate that I don’t do shit for us is entirely disrespectful of you. I work hard, Mason, I really do. You don’t ever see that because, as a result of your chosen line of work, you’re barely ever here to acknowledge it. You can be stressed out with work all you want, but that doesn’t mean you have any right to take your frustrations out on me. Hell, I’m stressed too, but you don’t see me shouting at you & dumping all of my anger onto you like a punching bag. I even went out of my way to plan a little date for us tonight, despite being completely stressed out, but honestly, I don’t even want to be near you right now. You’ve done nothing but be a royal asshole to me since you got home, and I think I deserve better than that” You had a few tears streaming down your face as you spoke. Mason stared at you in shock as you turned the running water off and pushed past him to your bedroom.

You locked the door and immediately grabbed your suitcase, packing items you would need for a few days. You heard the front door slam shut, meaning Mason had just left. You grabbed your belongings, locked the front door and left.

You decided to drive to your parent’s house, which was about 45 minutes away. The drive was filled with silent sobs and tears slowly trickling down your face.

Upon your arrival at your parent’s house, you explained what had happened between you & Mason to your mother and she let you cry on her shoulder.

“Sweet girl” She hugged you tightly as you let the tears fall freely onto her shirt, holding her as close as possible.

“Men can be complete idiots sometimes. I’m sure he’s just under a lot of pressure right now and he accidentally took it out on you. I know you mean well, honey, but maybe he just needs some space & time to himself. Do you know how many times arguments like this happened between your father & I? He’ll come crawling back to you once he realizes how stupid he was” She reassured you as she squeezed you briefly before helping you take your belongings to the guest bedroom.

She left the room shortly after, allowing you to properly settle in. You took your charger out of your bag & plugged it into the outlet before taking your phone out of your pocket and plugging it in.

When your phone had adjusted to the new lighting in the room as opposed to the darkness of your pocket, the screen lit up, revealing a plethora of notifications.

You had 8 missed calls and 37 unread text messages from Mason. You decided to turn your phone off for the remainder of your stay at your parent’s residence.

As much as you loved Mason, he was the last person you wanted to see or talk to right now. His words hurt you, and you wouldn’t be quick to accept his apology.

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t3a-tan · 9 months

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What would James do if he found a borrower child by themselves? Especially if Oliver wasn’t there to help?

Oh I don't know... Probably something like... This!! >:)

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"Oliver?"

James was a bit surprised to hear something fall in his kitchen— mainly because Oliver usually greeted him when he arrived…not to mention that he told James just a couple days ago that he would be busy for the week and wouldn't be visiting during that time.

James turned off the TV and stood up, doing some much needed stretching after having sat down lazing about for most of the day. He paused as he heard more rattling in the kitchen, growing concerned. Oliver hadn't responded…was he stuck somewhere?

"You okay, mate? Did something happen and you had to come by early or did you just miss my handsome face that much." He added a bit of humour to his words as he walked into the kitchen, immediately recognizing that the noise had been coming from the sink. His eyes widened. "Shit— hold on…"

Without wasting any time he carefully picked up the various dishes and cups that were piled in the sink in an effort to find where Oliver had managed to get himself trapped. He wouldn't have been too worried if not for the fact that the dishes were all currently soaking in warm water, and if Oliver was stuck then he might also not be able to breathe.

Eventually his hand brushed against something that didn't feel like dishes or bits of food that were floating about it the water, and without even checking to make sure he was correct James hastily pulled his friend out of the water, making sure to pick up the plate that had trapped his leg first to avoid injury. He pulled the plug out too to keep the incident from repeating.

"Fuck— are you okay? Please don't drown in my sink, that would be a...a… um." James trailed off, freezing up as he watched a young child shuddering and hacking up water whilst in his hands.

"You aren't Oliver…" He murmured, slightly in awe of that fact. He hadn't held another borrower besides Oliver before— he had interacted very distantly with some borrowers that Oliver was in the process of rescuing once, but they hadn't spoken a word to him…let alone allowed him to carry them.

It was surreal. Even though Oliver let James poke and prod and carry him as much as James wanted (with permission of course), it never felt that crazy because…well… Oliver acted very normal. Sometimes James even forgot he was the size of his thumb if he hadn't looked at him for a while.

This was different, because this was new. Oliver had never put much significance to James carrying him or touching him, but he had always reminded James not to grab or touch or pick up any other borrowers he found—

Oh.

"Uhh hey kid. You alright?" James spoke, thankful that the boy was at least awake. Coughing up the water was a good sign, right? Better than not coughing it back up at least… James leaned in closer to try to see how the child was doing physically.

He was rewarded with a terrified squeal, one that startled him so bad he very nearly dropped the poor kid. Not that it would have mattered, because the kid scrambled back away from his face so quickly that they toppled over the edge of his palm anyway.

"Shoot—"

James's hands quickly shot down to catch them, and he was relieved when his fingers managed to catch on the kid's little bag. For a moment James was intrigued by the tiny pack, only to quickly focus on the panicking kid that was kicking and shoving at the air in hopes of escaping.

"Careful there, kid. Here, I'll put you down…nice and gentle, see? Nothing to be— hey!" James was in the process of lowering the tiny child onto the kitchen counter, but the moment he released them they made a run for it. James didn't hesitate to slam his hand down in front of them, stopping the kid in their tracks.

"I'm not done with you yet, kid. Will you just— OW! Fu—rick..!" James cursed (or almost did) as he suddenly found the sharp end of a sewing needle getting jabbed into the base of his thumb. He thought borrowers carried those to fight off predators! Why was this kid stabbing him??

Once the initial shock of the needle wore off it no longer hurt, and so James pulled it out with ease. He shoved it in his pocket before levelling the kid with furrowed brows and a deep frown on his face.

"Right then you—"

"P-please don't kill me..!" A tiny cry of terror caused all of James's frustrations to disappear in the blink of an eye. He watched with halted breath as the child curled into a shaking ball and covered their head…cowering. From him.

James's heart sunk. Oliver said other borrowers would be scared, but he never explained how scared. James had always assumed they'd be more nervous than terrified— Oliver after all had zero fear of James when they first met. He was the one approaching James after all.

But here James was, looming over a tiny kid who apparently thought he was a murderer. James's hand fell away from the counter quickly, now hovering close by with worry.

"Hey now… I'm not gonna…kill you." Despite his attempt at reassurance the kid remained curled up in terror. James sighed. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking— didn't notice you were so scared. I won't do anything to you, okay? I'm just surprised. Oliver said I didn't have any borrowers in my house."

Thinking that maybe mentioning he knew what borrowers were might help. It seemed he was off his game today…

The tiny child's wide eyes turned onto him, face as pale as a ghost. James bristled, not expecting such a visceral response.

"I'm… I'm not a bad human." The words left James's mouth, though it sounded more like he was reassuring himself than reassuring the kid at that moment. He had taken Oliver's nonchalance for granted it seemed, because right now he felt like nothing more than a monster.

The kid had gone back to burying their head in their knees, visibly shaking, silently heaving in a way that made it clear they were crying. James felt worse and worse for the kid by the second.

"How old are you..? Where are your parents?" James wished Oliver was here. He would know what to do— not to mention that this kid wouldn't be shit scared of him.

After receiving no response, James reached forward slowly, very lightly tapping the child's back to check if they had heard him.

"T-ten…! I don't know where they are— p-please let me go…" They sobbed, now openly crying without their face buried in the fabric of their shoddily made clothing. James winced.

He would let the kid go… but if they didn't know where their parents were then that wasn't a good idea. But was keeping them a much better one? Would Oliver be mad at him for keeping them? Would he be mad if he let a kid go alone?

He decided not to respond to the plea, focusing on the answers he had received instead.

"Are you lost? I can get you back home if you need it, kid. No fare to pay either." He joked, but neither he nor the child laughed. He doubted the tiny child even understood what a fare was.

"L-let me go…." They begged again. James pursed his lips awkwardly, not responding. If he said no the kid would panic more, and if he said yes then he'd be lying.

"I have chocolate..? Even borrower kids must love chocolate, huh? Let me fetch it…" James moved back away from the tiny kid, although he hesitated while looking down at them from this perspective. They were so tiny… being around someone as confident and assertive as Oliver had made him forget just how minuscule and fragile borrowers were compared to him.

"I'll… hang on." He turned, rummaging through a cabinet and trying not to focus too hard on how colossally he must be screwing things up. "Where did I..? Did I finish it or something…? Oh! Here—"

When James finally found the fruit and nut chocolate bar he turned back to the kid only to find an empty countertop, with a little puddle of dishwater left in their place. He saw wet prints and followed them to one of his outlet covers which was slightly askew… the kid had escaped.

Rather than calling out and scaring them more, James sighed. He looked down at his hand, trying to remember what it felt like to hold them in it moments ago. He then shook his head, putting the chocolate bar down on the counter before pulling the sewing needle back out of his pocket and putting it down next to it. He glanced towards the wall the kid was probably currently hiding in. Hiding from him.

"Your needle is on the side… and chocolate. I'm going out, okay? Just don't get hurt please." He spoke with a slightly raised tone to make sure they heard him. Then, with some hesitation, James stepped away from the counter. He put on his shoes, grabbed his keys and left.

Please don't die.

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valve3nthusiast · 5 months

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I had a thought the other day. So you reckon sometimes, just maybe, Minimus would just ride the Magnus armour?

Like, imagine him after a tiring day of paperwork, fixing Rodimus's reports, detaining Whirl, -the usual-, He slowly makes the walk from his office to his habsuite, feet aching from walking around the ship with his armor removed. And as he sits at the edge of his berth (i firmly believe he does 'breathing exercises' before recharging), he looks up at the crotch plate of the armor and an idea comes to mind. (I know realistically the Magnus armor wouldn't have a spike, but we can dream, and we can draw)

Next thing you know, he's feverishly hopping up and down on that Magnus-mega-cock. Oh~! Imagine the stretch~! Imagine his throbbing anterior node~ (Wouldn't it be funny if he manages to get a piston motor installed, so essentially, the spike does all the work and Minimus just has to hold on for dear life)

(staying anonymous because i have a teensy bit of dignity left)

Anon, you've stumbled across one of my favorite things to think about

Of course, he'd have that moment of thinking, Am I really going to do this? as he stares at the armor's modesty plate. Imagining the armor's spike filling him, his panel opens and his array starts dripping, valve cycling down on nothing (for now)

Still pretending it's just morbid curiosity as he commands the armor's spike to extend. Pulling it out and running a hand over the biolights. Maybe he puts his arm up next to it, sees that the spike is bigger than his entire forearm. It just makes him wetter

That final I can stop moment shatters as he slides the spikehead against his dripping slit. His spike is out, he'll need the space, and his anterior node pulses from how charged this has him. Maybe he gives it a mean little pinch to get the lubricant flowing more, slicking up the spike with his own fluids

He's never done something so gauche as fisting himself, but when the spikehead sinks past the first calipers, he imagines that this must be what it feel like. Slowly, steadily, he makes his way down the spike, valve walls yielding to its massive girth

Maybe he's made such a mess by now that his legs slip and he drops a couple inches down on the spike faster than he meant to... Surprised with himself that he doesn't overload on the spot as it slams into his internal nodes

When he's finally sat down completely, do you think his abdominal plating bulges from it? Every caliper cycled out to the max, array so charged he's already trembling on the edge of overload

It would be hot if the spike was so big he couldn't even ride it properly, he has to grab the Magnus armor and pull himself up because his thighs don't have the strength to lift him

Maybe he can't move at all and just has to sit on the spike and grind it into his internal nodes until he overloads... He would feel so depraved, thighs covered in his own fluids, fucking himself with what he thinks of as his own spike...

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Bad Medicine | Chapter 8

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synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good.

word count: 4.7k

warnings: guns, drugs, mentions of prostitution, mentions of physical assault, mentions of sexual violence, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide, physical violence, stabbing.

When Emile first met the Seresins, Jake was a newborn. Their mother was said that having a baby boy was just too much stress with trying to parent two young girls and be the face of a growing mafia. Emile had seen the good and the ugly with the Seresin children, helping basically raise them. She tended to turn a blind eye to the evil things Jake had done, but she couldn’t ignore the bruised face of the girl that sat at her breakfast table.

Emile didn’t say anything, eyeing Jake down with a cold stare that sent shivers down his body. She paid extra attention to Y/N, asking if she was okay, and if there was anything she could do to help her heal quicker. Y/N just wanted to lay in bed, being up and around made her head pound. Emile agreed and went up to draw her a warm bath and place some pajamas and a blanket in the dryer so they would be warm when they got out.

Everyone had cleared from the table, except Jake, who had felt much like a small child, waiting to be scolded. He loved Emile, he’d even admit, more than his own mother sometimes. He never wanted her to see the dark things that he had done. He hated seeing her broken heart and judgemental eyes as she looked at him. Emile cleared the table, trying to keep her calm, and bite her tongue but she couldn’t. Emile sighed as she picked up a plate and looked over at Jake.

“I don’t say a lot about what you do, simply because it’s none of my business, but Jake,” Emile spoke, and slammed the plate down, making him jump, “What the hell did you do to that poor girl? Hasn’t she been through enough torture? You are going to be her husband, her protector. . . not the man who lays a hand on her.”

Jake looked up at Emile, his eyes glassy, “I know.” His voice was small, as he felt like sinking into his chair and hiding away from Emile’s stare.

“You don’t ever lay a hand on her. No matter how much she makes you angry. You have seen things no child should ever have to see, I know there is darkness around your heart, but this isn’t you Jake. This isn’t the Jacob I raised.”

“I-I know.”

“Do you?” Emile sighed, “Act like it then. I know this is a shitty deal, and your heart still hurts from being broken, but show her what it means to be safe, for once in her life.”

“How? Everyone woman I’ve ever loved, t-they-”

Emile sat down next to him, and grabbed one of his shaky hands in both of her warm ones, “Love is scary, Jake. And if it wasn’t then everyone would be in love with the first person they see on the street. You let your heart heal, sweetheart. You let her in, let her see you with your walls down.”

“What can I do right now?”

“Take some tylenol up for her. Her poor nose and face have got to be hurting her. I also placed some blankets and pajamas in the dryer, you can take those up too.”

Jake nodded as Emile stood up to go into the kitchen to finish cleaning, “Thank you.”

“It’s my job, sweetpea.”

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Jake sat on the master bed fiddling with his thumbs as he waited for Y/N to get out of her bath. He had never been nervous before, but after hearing her open up briefly to Bob, and the talk with Emile, he was ready to open up. Jake had spent years suppressing his emotions, he had basically been trained to. Good leaders learn to put their emotions away, and not let them bother them. Jake never let himself feel, the one time he did had ended in tragedy.

He sat up straighter as the door to the bathroom slid open, and Y/N stepped out, a towel wrapped around her body and one in her hand, drying her hair. She gasped at the sight of him, fear filling her eyes. Immediate guilt flooded into Jake’s body, as she took a step back into the bathroom. He didn’t get a good look at her earlier, but now he could see the damage he had done to her. Her nose was swollen, purple and blue bruising stretched under her eyes, and a prominent cut on the bridge of her nose stuck out.

Jake stood up from the bed and raised his hands slightly, keeping them open for her to see, “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said softly and Y/N shook her head.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Doll, I’m-”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” She yelled, catching Jake off guard, “You fucking call me that and all I can fucking think of is him. Is that what you want? Everytime you call me that stupid fucking pet name to think of what he did? What he fucking ruined?”

“You aren’t ruined.”

“I am!” Y/N cried, throwing her towel down, “You don’t even know half the shit he did,” She sucked in a breath and undid the towel from around her body. Jake looked away as she stood bare in front of him, “Look at me. Look at what you did. He fractured me, but you continue to break me. Jake! Look at me!”

Jake slowly turned his head back towards her, and looked at the scars that littered her body. He clenched his jaw and looked at the puffy scared initials that had been burned into her skin: ‘FS’. He couldn’t take it anymore and picked up the towel from the ground, and wrapped it around her body. Y/N pushed his hands away and wrapped herself back up.

Jake took a step back and looked down at his hands, “This isn’t how I wanted things to go. This whole thing isn't how I wanted it.”

Y/N sighed, “Me either.”

“And no matter how many times I say it,” Jake said, and sat down on the edge of her bed, “you won’t believe me, but I am sorry.”

“What changed your heart, Jacob? Hearing me say I want to throw myself over the balcony or because I called you his name?”

“Neither. . . it was Natasha,” Jake said, peering up at her. Y/N looked down at the floor. She hadn’t brought up the female’s name since the night after the fight club. She knew that it was obviously a soft spot for him, and she didn’t want to make him more angry by poking the bear, “I loved her, actually, I think I still do. After everything that happened, I didn’t think I could love again, or feel that. I’m terrified of letting you get close cause I don’t want to have to tell your father I couldn’t protect you.”

Y/N nodded, and sat down on the bed, leaving space in between them. She laid her hand down in the middle of the mattress and Jake did the same, their pinkies touching. They sat in silence, letting the weight of everything settle around them. There was still something unspoken in the air, the monster hiding under the bed, the skeletons in the closet, but neither of them knew where to begin. Jake looked over at her, the bruising on her face making him feel sick.

“Payback doesn’t think it’s broken,” Y/N said, her eyes still trained on the wall in front of her, “He said he would check again tomorrow when the swelling goes down. I’ve had a broken nose, so I don’t think it’s broken either.”

“That’s good, I guess.” Jake cleared his throat, “Javy, Bob and Rooster are out for the day. They went to Miramar with our friend Mickey to look for Dante at his old lady’s place.”

“And why do we care about some little lousy street gang?”

“Since your future husband decided to blow up some of that lousy little street gang’s stock houses,” Jake smirked. Y/N looked over at him and glared, “Sorry. . . Dante roughed up some of the whores-”

“Don’t call them that.”

“Sorry, again, girls. The man you saw us with on your first night, he was a part of Dante’s crew. We dropped him off as a gift. Dante is pissed, he wants his revenge. We gotta off him before he does that.”

“And you sent three men to lure him out?”

“Three of my best, plus an FBI agent” Jake said, taking some offense, and sticking his chest out, “Mickey and Bob made up the plan, Dante is greedy as fuck, he’s gonna lure him out like a cash pig, and then Rooster will step in and finish him off.”

“How long will that take?”

“Not sure, probably all day. Rooster is… very skilled in his craft,” Jake smirked and Y/N shivered, “He’s no Gianni Santiago, but he’s up there for most demented fucker I know.”

“He’s so… gentle though. It genuinely scared me when I saw him kill that man.” Y/N spoke and Jake nodded.

“He’s a dark kid, he’s seen some shit no one should ever have to see. He’s got ghosts. You remind me a lot of him, two broken souls drifting in the wind, trying to grab on to anything to help them stay above the tide.”

Jake looked at her, his eyes searching into hers. He could see the coldness behind them, but he also saw the scared little girl she tried to push away. He had seen that look before, once in his own eyes as he stared at himself in the mirror. Jake carefully picked up her hand, lacing their fingers together, and giving her a gentle squeezing. She looked down at their conjoined hands and a shy smile pulled at her lips.

“It’s just us today,” Jake spoke, “I know you haven’t had much time to plan this impending wedding so… I’m at your service today, I’ll do whatever you tell me.”

“Anything?”

“Within moderation.”

Y/N pushed off the bed, letting go of his hand and walking to her closet. Jake watched as she reached on her tiptoes to get a beat up old composition notebook with a duct taped cover. He eyed her curiously as she walked back over and sat down next to him.

“My wedding book,” She giggled and opened the cover, “Everything I ever dreamed about, I wrote it all down.”

Jake took the notebook from her softly, and flipped through the torn pages. He laughed at the invite that was taped to the front page:

Please Join Us for the wedding of

Prince Harry, the Duke of Sussex

and

Y/N M/N Santiago

“I think you’re a little too late for this one, love.” Jake said and Y/N laughed at the invite.

“One can only hope.”

Jake closed the notebook softly and looked over at her, “Looks like we got a lot of work ahead of us.”

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The two had spent the whole day next to each other, working on various tasks for the wedding. The dining room table had been taken over by papers, and color samples. Jake had confirmed the guest list address with the information Bob had gathered, and Y/N carefully designed each one of them to perfection, making sure to incorporate the dark maroon color Jake insisted on having. They picked out flower arrangements, settling on sunflowers and deep red roses. Jake had also set up a suit fitting for him and the boys. Y/N desperately tried reaching out to Sophie, knowing she’d rather die than not have her best friend standing up at the altar with her.

“Fuck,” She sighed, throwing her phone on the desk. It had been over three months since Y/N had spoken to Sophie. She had called her every day, and sent a mass of text messages updating the missing girl on things that were happening, but everything was the same: radio silence and straight to voicemail, “When will Bob be back?”

“I’m not sure, why? What’s wrong?” Jake said, looking over at her. She avoided his eyes and just shook her head. She remembered what Bob had warned her about, and would much rather stay on Jake’s good side, “You think your father would be okay if we just had a regular priest instead of a Catholic one?”

“Do you want to be shot on sight?” Y/N said in a joking matter, but Jake just shook his head quickly. She shuffled awkwardly and sat up straighter, “Needs to be Catholic. He’s okay if we get married in the backyard and not in a Cathedral, but he’ll off us both if there’s not a whole ass Catholic ceremony.”

“Sounds like a done deal to me then,” Jake said, closing the contact book in his hands. He set the book down, and looked at Y/N. His eyes taking in every bit of her, every scar, every blemish, every identifying feature. She glanced at him slightly, feeling his stare on her, “Tell me about your mother.”

“What do you want to know?” Y/N sighed, abandoning her project of trying to find a bridesmaid dress for her missing friend. She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest, looking Jake up and down.

“I just don’t know much about you,” Jake shrugged, “I know what Bob had dug up, but that’s it. Who’s the real Y/N Santiago? Tell me.”

Y/N nodded, “My mother, God I don’t even know where to begin. . .”

Y/N and Jake sat for hours in the office, just listening to one another share who they are. Y/N spoke about her mother, how beautiful and smart she was, how important her parents' marriage was to the way the Italian Crime Families were run, and how tragic her death was. Y/N danced around the topic of Francisco, but Jake could sense the fear in the way she spoke. Jake had gathered from the info Bob had pulled that Y/N was there when Francisco killed her mother. Another man held her down as Francisco beat and tortured her mother, forcing Y/N to watch.

Jake changed the topic, talking about his parents, who were hiding overseas in Ireland. He talked about his childhood, talked about growing up with Bob and Rooster, and briefly mentioned his time in the Navy and how he met Mickey and Javy.

“So Bob is actually your brother?” Y/N asked, running her finger on the rim of her wine glass.

“Yep. My father had an affair a couple years after I was born, and Bob was the product,” Jake answered, taking a sip of wine.

“So if anything happens to you…”

“Bob becomes head of the family, Rooster slides into second in command.”

Y/N nodded and Jake continued to talk about how everything was somewhat normal until his father survived an assassination attempt. His father had Jake generally discharged so he could start learning how to take over the head of the Seresin Mafia. He also danced around a harsh topic: Natasha. Y/N’s mind was screaming to ask him about the female whose name fell so easily past his lips, but her heart told her not to, to let him tell her on his own terms.

They had moved from the office to the couch, and Jake had opened a bottle of wine, pouring them both a glass and setting the bottle down in between them. Y/N also talked about Payback and Sophie. Jake smiled at the way she lit up and got much more animated when talking about those two. Her eyes were bright, and uncontrollable giggles fell past her pink lips as she told a story of how she and Sophie had run away from Payback, telling him they were in Argentina when they were really in Brazil. Jake couldn’t help but laugh as Y/N snorted in laughter, and then broke into a painful moan, holding her nose.

“Oh fuck, shit, this hurts,” Y/N groaned and continued to laugh. Jake tensed up as she tried to laugh through the pain, “Sophie would be fucking dying right now if she were here. She could tell that story so much better than I can.”

“So they are your people,” Jake said and Y/N nodded.

“The only two on this whole planet who gave a shit if I was breathing or not.” Y/N said sadly, “After my mother and everything, I lost myself. I lost who I was, my worth. Sophie and Reuben helped reestablish that. They made me feel safe, made me feel loved.”

“I know what you mean, my brothers were like your Reuben and Sophie. After I lost Natasha, I completely shut down. They helped build me back together.”

“I like how you call them your brothers,” Y/N said, placing her hand on his, rubbing the back of it with her thumb.

Jake smiled at her, “They pretty much are. Not all of us by blood, but we’ve all spilt enough blood to basically be blood related. I’d probably be dead without them. I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost one of them. My captain once said that if you fly long enough in the Navy, eventually you’ll lose a wingman.”

“I think it would take much more than some bullets to take you guys down,” Y/N said softly. Jake nodded and looked up at her face, noticing the look in her eye. He suddenly realized how close the two of them were, and quickly looked down at her empty glass.

“More?” He asked, nodding to the bottle.

“Sure,” Y/N sighed in content, leaning back against the couch. Jake nodded, standing up and taking the empty bottle to replace it with a full one. Y/N watched him leave, and went back to looking at the wedding plans. Her eyes scanned over the white carpet of the living room, when Jake’s phone started to ring. Her breath caught in her throat seeing the called ID.

“Honey, could you get that?” Jake called out to her. Y/N reached across the dark wooden table, grabbing his phone and swiping the answer button.

“Rafael,” Y/N answered. She could only imagine the look of surprise on his face, “What do we owe the call?”

“You’re answering his phone now? You work quickly, Y/N.” The Don spoke and Y/N rolled her eyes, “I called to speak to Jacob, where is he?”

“Working. Whatever you can say to him you can say to me.”

“Reuben around?”

The mention of the girl’s bodyguard had her shifting uncomfortably. She could hear it in her father’s tone, he was hiding something. Y/N had learned over the years how to read her father, picking out his tells. His voice always sounded softer and he avoided answering questions when he was hiding something.

“Also working. What’s going on?”

“That Jake?” Y/N could hear Gianni’s voice in the background. She closed her eyes and could hear all three of the Santiago brothers in the background. Jake appeared from the kitchen, setting the wine bottle down, with a puzzled look on his face, “You tell him about Sophie and the Francisco spotting?”

Y/N was positive her heart stopped beating. That the blood in her body had frozen and she fell into shock. Jake grabbed the phone from her quickly, holding up to his ear, speaking in a hushed tone to her father and brothers. His eyes read her the best he could, but she sat frozen in her spot. Jake hung up the phone, setting it down and moving over to her. He kneeled in front of her, touching her softly. She jumped and Jake held his hands up.

“It’s okay,” Jake said softly, “Can I touch you?” Y/N shook her head, “Okay, that’s alright. Just promise me to keep taking deep breaths,” Y/N nodded and Jake licked his lips trying to gather the right words to say, “About ten weeks ago, ATF got a hit on movement from the account of Andrea Solano-”

“Franky’s dad,” Y/N said and Jake nodded.

“Narciso got the red alert about it and had been watching the account, and that’s when he told your father about it. My father and yours were already working on a guns deal when Francisco popped back up on the radar, my dad basically said that we’d take you if your dad would take the guns,” Y/N scoffed, and Jake reached for hand, this time she allowed him to take it,

“Y/N. . . Sophie never made it to Greece. Francisco kidnapped her from the airport about six weeks ago.” Y/N looked up at Jake, tears in her eyes as she fought back the sobs clawing in her chest, “Narciso, Bob and Mickey have been doing all they can to try and spot her. Recently ATF found a hit in Encinitas of a guy matching Francisco’s description. Mickey let us know, and we’ve been watching it since.”

“H-He’s here?” Y/N spoke up, her voice cracking. Jake looked at her, and his heart broke. The look in her eyes was nothing but pure fear. He wished he could rewind the clock by three minutes, and decided to pick up his phone instead of her. Jake squeezed her hand.

“We don’t know for sure. I have my tech nerds and Bob looking into him daily, wherever he is, he knows we are looking for him. We’ll find them both, Sophie and Francisco. None of us, and I mean it, are going to let anything happen to you.”

Y/N nodded softly, taking Jake's other hand in hers. For once, looking into his green eyes she felt a little bit safer. Jake pushed himself up from the ground, and pulled her into a hug. She was caught off guard, he hadn’t ever touched her like this before. Every time Jake had placed a hand on her, it was always with an ill intention. But having his arms wrapped around her, holding her securely to his body felt. . . different. She pulled back softly and looked at him, his messy blonde hair falling in front of his face.

“Can we go swimming?” Y/N asked softly.

“Swim? Like in the pool?”

“No, Jacob, in the fucking ocean.”

“Smart ass,” Jake smirked pointing his finger at her, “Sure, go change.”

“I think I’m good,” Y/N returned his smirk and walked over to the sliding glass doors that opened up to the patio and the infinity pool. Jake watched her closely, as her dainty hands gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. His breath caught in his throat, watching as she stripped down to her bra and underwear. He smirked, noticing the red color as she easily slipped into the pool. Jake watched as she surfaced, pushing her hair out of her eyes, letting it float around in the water, “Coming in?”

“Would you hate me if I didn’t?”

“I already hate you.”

“Ouch, that hurt, honey,” Jake said, placing a hand over his heart. He walked over to a pool chair and began kicking off his shoes and socks. Y/N bit her lip as he undid his button up, his back flexing as he pulled it off his tan body. She admired his toned stomach and arms, as he undid his belt, sliding his black dress pants down his legs. Jake walked over to her, slipping into the pool.

“Kinda cold,” Jake said shivering.

“Warmer if you would just go under,” Y/N encouraged. Jake smirked and stepped forward, diving under the water, and grabbing her foot, making her gasp as she fell under water with him. Jake surfaced and Y/N soon after, breaking out into a fit of giggles.

“Are you feeling better?” Jake asked her, pushing some of the wet hair away from her face, “I’m sorry for not telling you about Sophie.”

“It’s probably better that you didn’t,” Y/N sighed as she swam over to the side of the pool. She leaned her arms on the side, looking out into the garden below the patio. She could see the sparkle of the white roses in the moonlight, “Ya know I was just thinking.” Jake swam over to the side, positioning himself next to her.

“Uh-oh.”

“Shut up,” Y/N laughed, splashing him.

He chuckled, “What were you thinking? I hope it didn’t involve punching people in the face.”

“Not this time,” Y/N smiled, “I was just thinking that we’ve never really shared a first kiss. You kissed me the other night but-”

Jake did a double take, looking at her. He gulped and moved a little bit closer to her, his arm touching against her’s, “We can fix that, i-if you want-t.”

He cursed himself for stuttering on his words. Y/N picked her head up and looked over at him. He pushed off the wall grabbing her body and pulling her into him. She let out a shaky breath, as Jake carefully brought his hand up to her face, running his knuckle over the scar that ran across it.

“So pretty,” Jake whispered.

Y/N shook her head, “Anything but that.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Really? Cause you gave me a free nose job.”

“Y/N-”

“Sorry, sorry, tough subject.”

Jake rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her so they were chest to chest. He could feel her heart pick up and start pounding, “You talk a lot.”

He leaned in slowly, being careful of her nose, and placed a featherlight kiss upon her pink lips. He went to pull back, but Y/N grabbed onto his hair, pulling his lips back to her’s. Jake relaxed into the kiss, letting his hands run over the smooth skin of her body. He easily picked her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pushed her against the pool wall. The kiss was hot, as Jake’s hands roamed her thighs before settling on her face, giving it a squeeze. She gasped and Jake slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine from earlier. Her fingers tugged on his hair as his lips went down to her neck, sucking lightly, his hips beginning to grind against her’s.

“Jake. . .” She said breathlessly and pulled his head back a bit, to look at his lust filled green eyes.

“Y/N, I want-”

“Jake!” The sound of running footsteps caused them to separate as a frantic looking man came running out to the patio. Y/N tensed, never having seen the man standing before them. He was wearing black jeans and a shirt with a blue windbreaker over top.

“What happened?” Jake asked, setting Y/N’s body down.

“Why didn’t you check your phone!? I called you! It’s bad.” Was all the man said, before running back into the house.

Jake and Y/N shared a look before quickly climbing out of the pool, grabbing towels and following him into the main part of the house. She gasped as she saw the sight in front of her. A barely conscious Rooster, his face beaten and blood, holding a growing bloody wound on his side. Bob and Javy tried their best to hold him up, but were struggling.

“What the fuck happened?” Jake said, walking over to them, and holding Rooster’s face in his hands.

“I-it wasn’t just Dante, he was there too. They blindsided us, we were basically defenseless.” Bob grunted. Payback had already slipped past them, running up the stairs and grabbing his first aid kit, so he could patch Rooster up.

“Take him down to my office, I’ll be right there,” Jake said to them and Bob nodded, shuffling Rooster down the hallway.

“Jake, I-” Y/N started to speak but was cut off by Jake facing her and holding his hand up.

“You better pray that he lives, otherwise, his blood is on your hands.”

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zombiewhor3 · 1 year

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NOT GOOD AT GOODBYES

daryl dixon x fem reader (season 3 era)

WARNINGS: couples argument, implications of almost dying, mentions of kidnapping, breakup, implications of stripping clothing, mentions of the word prostitute, mentions of uncomfortable interactions, uncomfortable shoulder touching, not sure if it’s SA? (Might edit a smut part later idek I’m just lazy to do it rn lol)

she didn't mean it, hell he didn't mean it. Their silly little argument all of it, they didn't mean to scream at each other her and they sure as hell didn't mean to cut things off just like that,

their relationship over in just a few heated words, she felt sick to her stomach looking at his stuff that had now been missing from their once shared cell room.

"god bringing him here! after what he did to me and Maggie!" she screeched at him watching him grunt softly rubbing over the stubble of his beard before he yelled back at her.

"He's my brother! was i supposed to leave em to a man who tried to kill us!" he pitted against her watching her scoff,

"we almost died looking for him Christ's sake! we almost died while he was on a joy run with the goddamn governor playing warrior!" she watched him unfold his arms as he threw them up at her face.

"merle almost got rick and glenn killed! do you hear me our friends almost died for that piece of shit!" she scolded at him,

"watch your mouth y/n! you say one more thing about em and we're done ya hear me!" he yelled back watching as she fumed ever so desperately trying to hold back her bitter words.

his hands cupped her cheek harshly just ask she was about to speak, "say one more thing and i swear to god" he hissed roughly tossing her face away from him watching her rub her cheek and lick her lips.

"if you want a douchebag brother over a fiancé that's been here since we were at that damn camp back near atlanta! i was there when you got shot with an arrow, i was there when you were looking for sophia and couldn't forgive yourself when we found her dead body in that barn! Dammit daryl i was there when we looked for your brother who doesn't give shit about you because if he did he would've never even considered the thought of killing you and if you want this over end it Daryl end it now because i'm done!" she screeched putting her foot down watching him take a step back as he sunk into her words.

"maybe ya deserved it" he mumbled watching her brows furrow,

"what the hell does that mean!?" she asked with a huff taking a seat down onto one of the lunch tables,

"it means maybe ya deserved hurting all of that bullshit cause ya know i never asked ya to, i didn't ask ya to follow me like some dumb bitch puppy dog all the goddamn time so yer right we're done!"

he scoffed watching tears form into her eyes leaving a glossy reflection, she gulped harshly pressing back the tears so she could speak in agreement, "we're done" she muttered back standing up and bumping past him, he turned to watch as she walked quickly back into the cell block slamming the door behind her.

“Good!” He hollered back sinking against the wall as he pulled out a cigarette from his leather jacket, he lit it looking over at carol who darted her eyes away from him and back to the laundry.

she looked at the food tray in-front of her, beth had slid it to her but she had been now just staring and picking at some of the vegetables,

"i know you eat these i've seen you at the farm house you practically ate your entire plate in a few seconds" she spoke pointing to a side of cucumbers on the plate while she smiled looking over at Judith who was babbling in her arms.

y/n rudely pushed it away from her as she looked at the bars of the window that had been covered with a slab of wood to prevent attacks, Daryl had been in the same room with a few of the other members of the group while they were eating their dinner.

he could see the dullness of her face, the way the light and sunshine had been drained from it.

He noticed that she hadn't been eating and that she had been just pushing her food away in silence for hopes people like Beth and Glenn would stop nagging her about it.

she sighed softly using her hand to prop her head as she traced her finger over the edge of the tampered up table her and beth sat at, beth was feeding Judith a bottle while looking up at y/n.

y/n flicked her eyes up at her to share the gesture, Beth knew the reason why y/n had been down. She could see the practical lifelessness running through her body almost like she was one of the walkers who were mindless and dull.

y/n had a tear running down her face as she looked at Judith cooing and using her hands to grip the bottle in her hands while beth gently rocked her, she had talked about kids with Daryl

even before they were dating. when they were just friends at the camp surrounded by Dale, Andrea, t-dog, amy, lori, shane and so many others that had died along the way of the apocalypse.

she remembered explaining a low played out fantasy to him, she wanted one or two kids running around the front yard while she had someone sitting with her on the porch, someone who she could relax for the rest of her life with.

Daryl flicked his eyes up at y/n once more and a frown pulled onto his face while he could feel a sense of longing to go and comfort her, it had only been two weeks but without him she was a damn mess.

even when they were best friends before things got serious they never fought unless it was over silly things like who got the kill or who got a certain part of something but it was never this big.

never this big to kill off the relationship they shared with one another.

"eat" she could hear maggie demand at her as y/n flicked her eyes away sending a signal that she hoped Maggie would take and leave her the hell alone, she didn't want people to check on her.

she wanted to sit in her own circle of rotting pity and wait for it to go away, she didn't need the extra help. She wasn't weak and she sure as hell wasn't going to run back like some puppy dog.

"you don't see the rest of us moping around" maggie remarked taking a bite from a carrot while looking down at her plate knowing that she shouldn't have made a comment like that.

"last time i checked what i do is none of your fucking business, jesus christ all of you always wanna control and watch my every fucking move!"

she shouted slamming her hands onto the table before shoving her pistol in her holster and storming out of the cell block.

She didn’t feel guilty or embarrassed for yelling at them, because what she said was true. She had been bossed around by this group ever since the beginning. Ever since the damn apocalypse started she had been bossed around like a damn child.

there was barely any light out but she needed to let loose some type of steam and instead of crying and cowering with her face planted into a cheap prison bunk pillow, she needed to let go of the rage inside her so she planned so she sat at the fence, opening it and whistling for a few walkers as she started to pelt them with bullets.

she bit on her inner cheek harder and harder with each shot until eventually she could taste the blood now lingering on her taste buds from the small wound in her mouth.

"are ya fucking insane!" Daryl yelled from the outside of the fence pulling his crossbow out to shoot a walker that was approaching her,

"oh please shouldn't you be watching your brother or some shit make sure he doesn't kill anyone else!" y/n remarked with a chuckle before raising her gun up to shoot a walker but she saw an arrow run through it she grumbled softly turning to face him.

"that was my kill daryl!" she shouted watching him shake his head at her, he was looking at her like she was mad and maybe she was, maybe she was a little fucking insane for walking out here with 10 bullets in her gun and just a knife on her.

"get it quicker than! and besides i'm trying to help you!" he spoke opening the gate shutting it behind him as he was now back to back with her shooting walkers surrounding them.

"i don't need your help! go watch m-" she could feel her mouth being covered by his hands, "stop that, just stop" he huffed turning to shoot a walker approaching up behind them.

"stop what? stop telling the truth that you chose a murderer over your girlfriend! do you remember what he did to me? do you remember how i was beaten to shit , tied to a chair and left to die because he and the governor sent a damn walker in there to kill me!”

She paused for a minute before she spoke again, she was tired of yelling tired of fighting and running from the problem, it was like all they did these days was run and fight.

“I was forced to strip my clothes in-front of the governor and that’s not enough to make you care? To make you even have an ounce of consideration because Merle had no problem letting him do it”

she spoke lowering her voice so that she hadn’t drawn any attention to walkers, she had tried to shoot another walker but her gun clicked letting her know she was officially out of bullets and screwed because there were walkers filling in around them.

daryl pulled out his gun watching a few of the walkers bodies drop as he grabbed her hand pulling open the main gate and closing it behind them, she panted as she looked over at the fence.

She could see the mob using its hands to push against the fence, reaching their fingers through the gaps trying to reach for them. She gulped feeling as Daryl harshly grabbed her and whipped her around so that she’d be facing him instead.

He hadn’t said anything except lifting up her sleeves and inspecting to see if she had been scratched or bitten at all, and when he found nothing he let out a deep sigh of relief licking his lips clean.

He rubbed over his face with his hand buffering out a soft chuckle, nothing was funny. Well except the fact how stupid he had been for letting Merle even anywhere near the damn prison.

he looked not angry but damned with himself for not listening to her, "sugar” was the only word he could seem to utter from his mouth as he followed her up the gravel, hearing the rocks crunch beneath their feet while he grabbed her arm for her to stop.

“I can’t do that again, I can’t almost die. He knew that we were gonna get married! And he sent that walker in to kill me, I would’ve died if it weren’t for that wooden chair I was tied to. I can’t handle feeling like the governors hands are on my shoulders and watching Merle’s face as he sat there and watched, he watched like I was nothing but a prostitute!”

She spun away watching Daryl’s expression turn sympathetic, and well she knew that someone was probably watching from the prison window.

Whether it was Rick, Maggie, or even Merle she didn’t want them to feel like it was there fault that she had been kidnapped by the governor.

Daryl had followed her into the garden watching as she ran her hands over the bright green leaves inspecting them for any vegetables.

He was truly speechless, he didn’t have an ounce of thoughts to come up with the right words to say to her, he could notice that she had kept looking up at the windows of the prison to see if anyone happened to be peering down on them.

And to which they were all boarded up with wood thanks to ricks doing, and the prison was to loud for them to even hear anything inside.

She sat back on one of the garden beds feeling a gust of wind blow over them, “I can’t do it again Daryl, it’s like I can still feel it, like I feel his eyes just peering over me” she admitted with a gulp feeling him lift her hand up softly and planting a kiss.

“I promise, I’m never gonna let him or that governor touch us again, especially you.” She could tell he felt guilty, she could see it rippling like a stone against water in his eyes.

It was skipping through his thoughts, it was making him go crazy. Making him understand how much of a damn fool he was.

“I’m an idiot” he mumbled looking down at the grass beneath his boots, she laid her head against him. “No you’re not it’s your brother Daryl I mea-“

He stood up abruptly,

“you’re my fiancé why would I throw all this away hmmm? I am a god damn idiot because I should’ve never brought him here in the first place” he shouted watching her stand up and rub his shoulders.

“I love you Daryl, and i just want that prick not to hurt anyone, I don’t want him around me or even near Maggie and Glenn but he’s your brother so I have to understand” she rubbed his cheek softly.

“so ya still wanna marry me?” He asked hoping internally that she hadn’t changed her mind because he was such a damn fool.

“I could never change my mind about wanting to me Mrs. Dixon” she smiled back wrapping her hands around the back of his neck.

Merle had his eyes laced on her, he had his mind focused on her while he took a bite of some of rations that had been set in-front of him.

She could feel his eyes burning into her as she reached out to grab Daryl’s leg but he was already gone, he had already stood up and grabbed Merle by the corner of his shirt and pulled him into a cell slamming the door closed and pulling down the curtain.

“What the hell daryl!” He shouted trying to poke his head through the curtain but Daryl tied the bottom edges to the bars, “ya can come out when me and y/n are done eating, it’s just so ya can’t stare” he called out before plopping down a seat next to her.

Carol and Rick sat across from them picking at their own plate of food while “better?” Daryl asked watching y/n take a bite from her carrot.

“Better” she repeated back feeling his hand rub hers softly while she could feel a new set of eyes looking at her, but not like she was prey or a hooker but yet they were looking at her like family.

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the-wayside · 1 year

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Because there is wine, there is the last snip. This is comes after the last part, but not directly. Kinn in this isn't honorable. He wants what he wants and he will do whatever he can to get it. There be ~feelings.

the memories of you, excerpt 3.

Previous parts.

One of the more inane tasks of the day is to be present over Kinn and Tawan’s dinner date. Porsche had tried to put someone else on it since it was inside the compound and the risk was low, but Pete had given him a ‘tough luck, buddy’ pat on the shoulder. So, he’s here, with Arm, the pair of them trying not to drill holes into their eye sockets over the boring childhood memories talk.

“What was Kinn like when he was younger?” Tawan asks Porsche out of nowhere and he’s sure his left eye is twitching. He’s stood with his back against the wall, his eyes on Kinn at the head of the table and Tawan to his right and in Porsche’s direct line of sight. He flicks his eyes up to the door behind them, silently praying for someone, anyone, at this point, to come in and save him from this melodrama. Still, he looks at Kinn, and he’s silently listening, his gaze trained on the plate but he knows when he’s eavesdropping. He’s about as subtle as his oldest brother, which is not at all.

“Short,” is what he says and Kinn looks up at him and Porsche rolls his eyes. “Look, my job is Khun Kinn’s safety. I didn't spend any more time with him than his other teachers who probably know him better than me.”

It’s true and not true. Kinn spent a lot of time on his studies, improving himself and becoming the man who can carry the weight of his father’s expectations, but with his tender heart, he needed that beaten out of him the most. Porsche had slammed him into the mats more than anyone else. Punished him more than anyone else. Refused to let Kinn become a princeling who looked the part but would die the moment he was on his own. Porsche made sure that Kinn would live, even if Porsche died.

Tawan gives him an inscrutable look. Porsche now knows he’s thirty-three, as old as Porsche was when things fell apart. He really should know better than to keep pushing on something that is either none of his business or he won’t like the outcome. He’s also now certain that Tawan knows that something happened between them and he’s fishing.

“Kinn isn’t the same little kid I met almost fifteen years ago,” Porsche continues, “You want to know what hasn’t changed? He’s tenacious, dedicated, and loyal.”

Porsche catches as Kinn swallows. Clearly, Porsche’s words are unexpected for him. For everything that has happened, Porsche won’t let anyone say that Kinn is anything less than what he is, which is a good person, even if he is a brat. He bows his head to Kinn and excuses himself because he isn’t here for getting into Kinn’s relationship drama.

He gets about three feet out of the door when Kinn calls from behind him, the door slamming shut, “Porsche.”

“I don’t know what your boyfriend’s problem is, but I’m trying to work.”

Kinn stands with his arms loose at his sides, almost a little lost to talk to Porsche, but it doesn’t stop Porsche going off: “Whatever his insecurity is, you need to deal with it, okay? Relationship 101.”

“You’re going to educate me on relationships?” Kinn bounces back, suddenly with something to sink his teeth into, “When the longest relationship you’ve had is with your right hand or my little black book?”

Porsche puts his hands on his hips and scoffs, “And that’s your issue, right there. Always with an answer and an attitude. Grow up, Kinn.”

“Better to confront it than to run like a coward,” Kinn says calmly and Porsche feels it like a stab.

He can’t help but walk back and get into Kinn’s face, “You don’t own me. If I say it’s done, it’s done. If I say it’s over, it’s over. Go back to your boyfriend.”

Kinn’s eyes flicker down to his lips as he speaks, “Because you’re the boss?”

The tension is palpable between them, thick and dense enough to cut your teeth on it.

“Because what we did was wrong,” Porsche sighs and steps back. “You refuse to see it, that’s fine, but I’m not going to be a part of it.”

“I lo—” Kinn starts and Porsche covers his mouth with his hand.

“You were twenty-three and I knew better,” Porsche corrects him. Kinn’s big hand wraps around Porsche’s wrist and pulls it down.

“Stop pretending like I’m some fragile child who lived a fairy tale existence. I killed a man when I was 16. My father didn’t clean up the body. You did.”

“And that’s how it should have stayed.”

Kinn lets out a breath, “No.”

Porsche shakes his head and Kinn doubles down on his wrist, holding it so tightly it hurts, his voice even and sure, “Maybe it was broken, maybe it would have failed, but we deserved a chance.”

Porsche tries to get out of Kinn’s grasp without hurting him, a bit of pressure in the right spot and he’ll let go, but Porsche doesn’t want to hurt him. He never wants to hurt Kinn. He pulls away as much as he can.

“You think that I wanted a body? A warm hole to fuck?” Kinn speaks in a low tone and Porsche feels it in his gut, low in his belly, making him squirm, “You can find those a dime a dozen. I wanted the person who saw me; too skinny, too kind, too merciful, and didn’t care. That was you. And the bit you hate, the reason why you pushed me away is because I saw you. I saw how you wanted to be loved, how lonely you were even in a room full of people who looked up to you. Your eyes are always scanning, always looking, but when I—”

Kinn yanks him back in, “When I was inside you, you closed your eyes. You trusted me when you trust no one. You trusted me because I’ve always been by your side.”

“Maybe I can’t make him happy,” Kinn laughs bitterly, “but I know I can make you happy.”

Porsche is shoved back and he stumbles as Kinn turns on his heel to go back into the dining room.

“Cowards don’t get happy endings in fairy tales, Porsche. The brave do. Maybe it’s you who needs to grow up.”

Kinn leaves him there, scraped out and raw, and unable to put back together the edges he just ripped. Porsche puts out a palm against the wall and silently screams and kicks the wall.

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f1a1w1n · 11 months

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No, you don't

Part five of: No, you don't

Summary: The rebels decide whether not to prosecute you or not after Poe turned you in. Later you take a trip back to Jakku with Poe. This is a enemies to friends to lovers fic/slowburn. THE NEXT CHAPTER, GUYS, PREPARE YOURSELVES. s l o w b u r n. Reader has the force. No use of (Y/N)

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Light swearing

Authors note: Please give me scenarios to write it really helps. Enjoyyy <3

It's a choir of disgruntled voices, arguing, gradually getting louder and louder as they try to talk over one another. Insults thrown, pointed fingers, brows furrowed and fists slamming on the table. It's a chorus of chaos.

“Silence!” Leia yells.

The room falls silent. Leia sits at the head of the table. She presses her temple with her fingers. She sits up. “Commander Dameron, please repeat the mission report.”

Poe sits up straight and clears his throat. He rummages through a stack of papers and pulls out a sheet of pale blue paper, scrawled with tiny blue letters. He glances up at me.

The overhanging lights cast dark shadows on his face.

Poe clears his throat again. “We used an old empire cargo shuttle to infiltrate the empire's finaliser. The original plan was to build a crate wall and terminate the stormtroopers that were sent to investigate but-”

“-she disrupted the whole plan!” someone to Leia’s right says. He wears a captain's uniform.

“Hey! We got Rey didn’t we?” Finn interjects.

Darvjark Tarjoy his name plate says. Davrjark slams his hand on the table. “That wasn’t the plan, Rey was a side operation,”

Finn rolls his eyes and leans back into his chair.

I look at Poe. He’s already looking at me, but before I can register it he looks away.

The captains and war strategists nod in agreement. I see Rey in the corner leaning on her staff.

I sit at the opposite end of the table to Leia. After we got Rey, Poe dragged me to Leia.

The cuffs on my wrists dig into my skin. I’m not a criminal, why does he think I’m a criminal? Didn’t he just call me sweetheart? I think. I almost blush at the thought. I cast the thought from my mind.

“What are you doing commander!?” Leia yells, confusion on her face.

I restrain myself from strangling Poe with the force.

“She abandoned the rebellion,” Poe’s voice lowers. “She’s a Jedi.”

“I’m not-!” I cry.

“-Shut up.” Poe says.

“It’s not fair to incriminate her, she didn’t do anything!” the captain to my right says. “Why are we doing this? We should be grateful she still follows the Jedi ways!”

That's a bit of a stretch I think.

I’m grateful for her. She’s one of the only voices defending me in this ‘war meeting’. She has short curly blond hair that ends at her chin, and under the overhead lights her skin slightly glimmers blue and purple.

“Exactly, she didn’t do anything to help the rebellion! It's her duty as a Jedi”

“I’m not a-” I begin.

“-jedi? Yeah, explain this.” Darvjark presses a button on the table and a hologram pops up. It's a clip of me pushing the stormtroopers back with the force.

I lower my head.

“She’s not a fully trained Jedi,” Finn points out plainly, “and besides, it’s not her ‘duty’ to help us. What do you want her to do? Find Luke Skywalker and together they defeat a whole army of the dark side?”

Darvjark sighs. “We need power like this, we are alone in this war. The least she could have done was tell us the force wasn’t completely unbalanced,”

“And what? Go out of hiding, risking her life just so you guys could have a Jedi cheerleader, cheering you on?” Finn argues.

“Yes!” Darvjark stands up. The whole table starts to argue again.

Leia sinks further back into her chair massaging her temples.

“Shut it!” Rey yells. The table falls quiet. She puts her hand on my shoulder. “I’m sick of this, she hasn’t eaten in ages or slept. I’m sure you don’t need her here for this.”

I stand up. A couple of voices start to complain. Rey shoots them a look. I followed her out of the room. Just as I’m about to leave Poe stands in my way, he looks down on me, giving me a warning look. There's about three inches between us. I can feel the warmth radiating off him. I hold out my wrists, still bound by cuffs. Still maintaining eye contact I shatter the cuffs with the force. The pieces crumple around my feet. I drop my arms to the side and walk out of the room ignoring the shocked stares and disgruntled voices.

Finn and the others who took my side leave the room as well.

I sit on my bed. They added a bed to my room after we got Rey. Her bed set into the wall, creating a sunken space.

Rey is out training while I lie wallowing in self pity. I roll off the bed onto the floor. I lay there. I can’t help my mind wander to Poe. His curly hair, dark eyes… annoying personality.

“Ugh,” I groan. I roll over one more time so I’m laying on my back. He called me sweetheart before… I think. No stop it! He hates you, and you hate him.

God he’s infuriating. He has such a massive ego, who does he think he is? The rebellions ‘star pilot’, what a load of crap. I know tons of pilots who are better than him.

Not better looking. A tiny thought in my head says. “Nope no, ew.”

I sit up and cast the thought away from my mind as fast as possible and put my shoes on. I make my way to the training rooms, where Rey is. I walk down corridors and staircases, following the ‘Training Room’ signs. Finally I walk through the doors. The Training Room in illuminated letters hangs over the door. The room is massive, the ceiling reaches up at least ten metres, and the opposite wall seems to go on forever. The floor of the room is soft grass and other alien small plants. I reach down and feel the grass, it’s silky and soft. Cement circles mark the training areas, and hologram illuminations surround the cement circles, playing different training simulations. I step onto the grass and immediately notice the ground is slightly springy. At one end of the room there's a wall of guns and targets, and the other various climbing courses. I scan the empty room for Rey. She’s on one of the cement circles, waving her staff around.

“You finally decided to join me.” Rey puts down her staff and smiles.

“I got too lonely,” I admit, grinning. “You’ve gotten better.” I motioned to her staff.

She grins. “Thanks, there’s a climbing course over there, you’d like it.”

“Yeah? I’ll try it.” My eyes scan the room. “Why isn’t anyone here?”

“I don’t know. More for us I guess.” Rey smiles.

I smile. In her bag I see the tip of a lightsaber poke through. “What’s this?” I bend down and grab the lightsaber.

“A lightsaber, although I’m pretty sure you know that already,” Rey grins. “Maz gave it to me… I’m going to give it back to Luke.”

I hand the lightsaber to her. “You should keep it, I sense that Luke has drifted from the force.”

“I don’t believe that.” Rey states.

“Yeah? Why not?” I quip.

“Why would anyone drift from the force? It's beautiful,” Rey looks at me and pauses. “Why did you drift?”

I look down at my feet. “My teacher died.”

“Luke taught himself.”

“Master Yoda taught him, he just learned the rest on his own.”

“Why don’t you do that?” Rey asks.

“I don’t think I’ll have a choice with these rebels breathing down my neck.” I smile.

Rey laughs. “… Kylo Ren wanted to teach me, I almost said yes.” Rey confesses.

She looks guilty.

“I would too.” I say.

Rey looks surprised at my response. “Really?”

“Oh yes, the dark side is very compelling.”

Rey looks eased at my response. “Will you teach me?”

“Of course.” I smile.

“It will make up for you not telling me that you are a Jedi-”

“-I’m not a-” I begin.

“Jedi?” Rey smiles. “Go climb or something. Jedi train.”

I laugh and walk over to the weapon rack. Lines of daggers, swords, shields, laser swords, axes and all sorts of masonry stacked upon one another. All looked unused.

I wonder if Poe trains here.

I graze my fingers over the lines of swords. My fingers land on a metal staff. I spin the staff around, getting the feel of it, I walk over to a cement circle.

The hologram lights up and spins around to face me. The hologram is blue written with different alien languages. “Scanning” a green light flashes over me. The words on the hologram translate. I press random buttons and hope for the best. Out of the cement circle a helmet springs up. I put it on. The helmet blocks my vision.

“Great.” I say. I hold the sword, bracing myself.

Three short beeps announce the training program is about to begin. I sense a large droid behind me. It fires blaster shots. I spin around and block the shots with my staff. I spin the staff and hit the droid. It recovers and fires another wave of shots. I dodge them and throw my staff into the air. I run towards the droid and slam it into the ground with the force. I reach my hand into the air and the staff falls into it. I strike my staff into the droid.

I huff and take off my helmet.

To my left Poe stands. He clears his throat and adjusts his stance. His face almost looks slightly impressed. I look around the training room. Rey left already, leaving me alone with him.

“Leia needs you.” He says. The way he crosses his arms makes forearm muscles flex.

A droid flies over and gives me a towel. I wipe my forehead with it. God I look like a mess and he looks so hot- what!? No, he does not.

“What for?” I walk over and dump the staff back on the weapon rack.

“Not sure,” Poe tilts his head. He scans his eyes over me.

“Well, I’m kinda in the middle of something.” I motion to the training courses. I’m not trying to be rude to Leia, I'm trying to be rude to Poe.

“That’s too bad,” He steps closer to me. “You don’t have a choice.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do?” I square my shoulders.

“Shoot you probably.”

To my surprise I let out a laugh. “Yeah right.”

“I will.”

“Do it then.”

Poe clenches his jaw. “God, you're a piece of work.”

I catch him briefly looking me up and down.

“Leia wants to talk to you about your mother.” Poe says.

The remnants of the smile on my face wash away immediately. “My mother?” I say quietly.

“Yeah.”

I nod. “Okay.”

Poe’s POV

I stand in the corner of the Generals office. Leia is holding her hand and quietly talking about her mother. I fiddle with the handle of my blaster while I lean against the wall. I think back to this morning. Caylie asked me out. She walked up to me and put her hand on my arm. “Let's go out, okay?”. I still haven’t given her a reply, and I don’t know why. She’s perfect, she’s pretty, smart and funny. Something's holding me back.

“I’m sending you and Poe to Jakuu-” The General begins.

“-no I-” You interrupt.

“-it’s non-negotiable.” Leia states.

I’m torn from my thoughts. “What? I have raids to do. I need to fly cargo out to-”

Leia puts up her hand. “Non-negotiable.”

“Leia, it's fine I can go by myself,” you argue. “I don’t need him.”

“No, I can’t lose you, you are our only hope,” Leia looks up to me and points her finger. “Non-negotiable.”

I groan and hit the doorframe on my way out. I storm to my quarters.

“Why do I have to go to that dry ass planet?” I grab a bag from one of my cupboards. I shove two days worth of clothes, an extra blaster, food rations, and a first aid kit. I look out my open door and see you storm past. I can’t help myself but smile a little. The way you roll your eyes like a teenage girl when you thought no one saw you. I snap myself out from this thought. “No, she’s a traitor.”

I walk to your room. Your door is open and I can hear you angrily mumbling under your breath as you shove clothes into your bag. “Ready?” I ask.

You jolt a little and turn. “Yeah.” you fling your bag over your shoulder.

We walk to my x-wing.

“You get in first.” I motion to the ladder.

“Kay’, bossey.” You climb up and sit in the rear seat.

I follow and dump my bag on your lap. “Hey I barely have any room as it is!” You groan.

“You can cope.” I flick switches and press buttons. The x-wing begins to wirr.

“Asshole” You quietly say.

“Sorry, what was that?” I ask.

“Nothing.”

In the reflection of the front window I can see you make faces at the back of my seat. We shoot off into space.

“What sector of Jakku?” I ask.

“North East quadrant.”

We shoot into hyperspace. It’s quiet for a moment before I ask “What are we getting?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

“Why can’t you tell me now?”

“Why can’t you wait until then?”

I tear my fingers through my hair and let out an angered laugh. “Why are you such a bitch?”

“Excuse me?” You sit up in your seat.

“No it’s not like that- well it kinda is. You're just bitchy to me.”

“God you sound like a child right now,” You lean back. We shoot out from hyperspace. “And you think you're not a bitch to me?”

“I- yeah well you act so entitled-” I begin.

“-Entitled? How do I act entitled? Your face is plastered on every rebel propaganda poster!”

“I didn’t make that decision Leia did- y’know what? You’re just as bad as the sith.” I raise my voice.

“Oh really?” There is a hint of amusement in your voice.

“Yeah. You don’t do anything to help the rebel cause, for you it’s all for one and one for all!”

“Therefore I’m as bad as the sith,” I can hear the smile in your voice. You lean forward so that your mouth almost touches the side of my neck. “You’re full of shit.” You almost whisper. The hairs on my neck stand up.

I can hear you lean back. I clear my throat and steer the ship towards the desert planet. My mind races about nothing in particular. Was that flirting?

We touch down on the warm sand. We jumped out of the ship.

“BB-8 stay with the ship.” I say.

We trek through the mountains of sand for what feels like an hour when we suddenly come up on a toppled down AT-AT.

“What are we doing here?” I ask. You don’t respond.

You walk over to the foot of the AT-AT and kneel beside it. You reach out your hands and the sand beneath them begins to shift. Suddenly a silver tube launches from the sand into your grip. You stand and hold it in your palm. You toss it in the air and catch it so the tube faces up vertically. The lightsaber turns on with a low hum.

“Is that-” I begin.

“Critical thinking skills Poe.” You twirl the lightsaber around a couple times.

“Can I hold it?” I ask.

“No.”

All of a sudden an alien creature jumps out of the sand and launches itself in the air at us. It knocks me into you and we go tumbling down a sand dune. We finally stop tumbling. I look down and I realise I’m on top of you, my arm above your head and the other one resting near your waist. Our noses almost touch. We’re panting slightly. When did her eyes become so pretty? Her eyelashes look so angelic. She looks angelic. Am I getting closer to her or is she getting closer to me? My nose is slightly touching yours.

Your POV:

Poe’s arm rests above my head. His nose is touching mine. I catch him looking at my lips then at my eyes. But he isn’t making eye contact, no, he looks like he’s lost in a trance. Did he hit his head on the way down? Do I have something in my eye? I’m not sure if I moved closer or he did but our faces are closer.

I clear my throat. Poe moves off me. “Sorry. You alright?

I look the opposite way. I can feel my face burning red. “Yep, uh are you?” I brush sand from my hair.

Poe clears his throat. “Yep, yes, yeah I am.” He looks around, anywhere but me.“Come on, you clumsiness almost got us killed, we should get back to the ship.”

Is his face red?

“My clumsiness? You're the one who knocked into me.” I try my best to fight off a blush.

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Oh, Dear… | Eddie x Fem’reader

Chapter 2, pt.2:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2, pt.1

Chapter 3:

🌸⚠️Warning NSFW Scenes⚠️🌸

The rest of the week flew by, and Eddie had started a new club. He and his other companions played D&D together on certain days after school. Eddie had your help with creating monsters and bosses, which you excitedly agreed to do every time.

Though when the weekend rolled around, you and Eddie had planned to relax together. The plans you always got happy, and always tried to dress pretty for.

So, Sunday was no exception. You had set your alarm to wake early, and when it went off, you got up wide awake. You raced downstairs, made yourself some breakfast, and saved the leftovers for Eddie. You noticed you were home alone, and you enjoyed the feeling of not having to worry.

You went upstairs, got your outfit set out, and grabbed your robe. You turned on the shower and hopped in. The water spilling down your back made you moan in relief. You poured shampoo into your hair and scrubbed it, grabbed your sponge, and began washing your body. The sponge washed your soft neck, down your collar bone, and rubbed into your large sweet breasts. It then cascaded down your large hips and thick thighs. The soft sponge then ventured in between.

You finished washing and rinsed off the soap, turned off the water, and stepped out. Grabbing the towel that hung on the sink; you began drying off; your eyes glanced at your robe and shrugged.

“No one is home...I’ll be fine.”

You walked out of the shower and into your room. You whipped your towel off without consideration and began moving around your room naked. A breeze stops you in your tracks, and you feel your heart drop as a voice pops in.

“Hey, (Y/N)! I-”

You turn around to see Eddie happily opening your window, not noticing your..predicament.

“EDDIE-”

You scream, causing Eddie to look up in surprise. His eyes widen as he sees you jump for cover behind your bed. He let's out a startled scream, his face turning a bright red and as he slaps a hand over his eyes.

“(Y/N)! OH MY FUCK-”

Eddie quickly darts back outside, slamming your window shut and hurries down your house. He safely makes it back down to the floor and crouches down, letting out a groan. He rubs his face and tries to get the image out of his head.

A door opens which causes Eddie to stand straight, and stiff. He hears your soft voice and he struggles not to moan softly at its silky sound. He turns and sees you in a pale pink robe.

“H-hey Edward. Do you want to come in? I…made leftovers for you.”

Eddie tenses hearing his real name and turns to you. He looks at your face and examines it, noticing how red your pretty face is and the furrow of your brows. He nods stiffly and walks into the house. Eddie goes to the couch, and you hand him a plate as he shyly avoids eye contact with you.

“I’m…gonna get ready and we can head to your place, okay? Let's forget that ever happened. Very embarrassing for the both of us, y’know.”

Eddie nods and watches as you go back upstairs to your room. He digs into his food and tries to get the images out of his head. Eddie finishes and goes into the kitchen, cleaning his plate and putting it into the sink. On his way to the couch, he bumps into a corner and gasps. He flushes brightly and looks down to see his groin pushing against his black jeans.

“F-fuck…”

The metal head hears you coming back downstairs and rushes to the toilet. He quickly runs in, shutting the bathroom and locking it when he hears you curiously yell for him.

“Eddie! I’m done! Where are you?”

“I’m in the bathroom! I’ll be a bit; you can wait in the van! My keys are on the table!”

“Okie Dokie, Thanks!”

Eddie presses his ear to the door and sighs with relief, hearing the door open and close. Knowing you're out of the house, he turns on the sink and puts it on cold. Nervously Eddie unbuckles his belt, unbuttoning and then pulling his zipper down. He tests the sink's water and hisses at its freezing temperature but grimaces as he pulls his pants down.

“C’mon- why the fuck did you have to show up now. Just because you saw your best friend naked, what the hell is wrong with me.”

Eddie softly moans as he pushes his boxers down, letting his penis pop out. He glares at it with disgust and groans in frustration.

“No more of- this!”

He fails his arms, motioning to his dick, and growls.

“You- little asshole, are taking an ice bath to chill the fuck out.”

Eddie takes a cupped hand and fills it with the freezing water. He kicks off his pants and boxers, pushing them to the side, so they don’t get wet. Eddie pours the water, grimacing at the discomfort as he tries to think about something disgusting.

It takes at least ten more times before he finally goes soft. Eddie shivers a bit as he puts his boxer back on, adjusting himself and then putting on his jeans. Eddie quickly cleans the floor and turns off the sink. He then fixes his belt and walks out to his van, locking the door behind him.

You see in the corner of your eye that Eddie was walking towards the van. A smile lights on your face and you wave to him, making him wave back. You begin jamming out as Eddie opens the door and he laughs softly.

“I see you're rocking out without me. I feel so betrayed!”

Eddie puts a hand up to his chest and pretends to die, making you laugh softly.

“Awe, no, Eddie! What am I going to do now! My Best friend is dead? Who am I to share my drawings with now?”

You cover your face and pretend to sob. Eddie only chuckles and sits up, rubbing your back.

“Nah, I could never do that to you, Sweetheart. I could never die! Not to the likes of God!”

You look up and laugh. Eddie looks to you and puts his seatbelt on, starting up the van. Which you sigh in relief, that the incident before didn't cause any tension.

The van starts up, and Eddie presses on the gas, making the van drive off to his trailer park.

Arriving safely at Eddie’s trailer, you hopped out, barging in and making yourself at home. Eddie laughs as he shuts the door behind him, going into his room and pulling out two rolled joints.

“You want to loosen up a bit and watch a horror movie?”

Eddie holds up a joint to you and you take it. You look at him and smile, putting the joint down to the side.

“I would love to, but I must go home after this. You know that, silly goose!”

“Awe, bummer. I don't understand why you can’t just spend the night.”

“You know my dad would freak out.”

“Ah, true...well, I can’t smoke either. You might get second-hand high.”

“Ah…well, let's start the movie marathon!”

Eddie stands, posing like a warrior pointing at the TV, making you giggle. Eddie relished in your giggles and smiled widely.

You stand with him and go to rummage through his horror movie stash, which makes you get on your knees. The outfit you had picked out was a black turtleneck and a red leather mini skirt, which happened to ride up when you got on your knees. You happily dug through the movies before you found one.

Eddie, on the other hand, stopped his silly pose and sat down, watching what you were doing, but he choked on his spit when he looked down again and saw your black panties. He quickly looked away when you found the movie and handed it to him sweetly, unaware.

“Here, Eddie! I found the movie Silver Bullet! I know you love Stephen King's movies. Could you put it in?”

Eddie swallows heavily and nods, putting in the movie. You cheer happily and settle into the couch, which Eddie sat at the edge of. You frowned a little bit, but during the day and night, you had gotten the chance to get closer to him. At some point, you heard Eddie yawn, and you forced him to lay on your shoulder; you gently scratched his head. You blushed softly as he made soft sounds before he jutted up embarrassed and apologized.

“Hey, it's okay, Eds. Lay down; I know you're tired. I’ll wake you when I have to go.”

Eddie looks at you with his doe eyes hesitantly but lays his head down on your lap with a sigh. Gently he wrapped his arm behind your back for comfort. You squeal happily, scratching his head once more. He subconsciously began making soft noises, which caused you to blush. You even gasped as he unconsciously held your waist tightly, groping your hips. His soft snores then reached your ears, and you softly smiled, enjoying the sweet moment.

Another hour had passed as you admired the man in your lap. Eddie rested softly, and you very regretfully had to wake him up. You speak softly to him, rubbing his back to wake up, which failed. You then blow a gentle air into his ear, as you try to lure him awake.

“Eddiiieee…I have to leave Edward…I can't leave if your cute ass is laying on me…. come on, goofball; you have to wake up. You need to sleep in your bed…”

You cooed softly to him, gently waking him up. Eddie tiredly woke up, and with a soft groan, he sat up. You smiled softly, using one of your hands to cup his cheek, rubbing it softly. You took the hair out of his mouth and stood. He lazily followed your moments and softly grunted.

“I have to go, Eddie; it’s time for you to go to bed and sleep.”

“....mmhf..yea…see you at school.”

You smiled sweetly at him as he slurred his words and waved goodbye as you left the trailer. You shut and locked the door behind you and walked home happily. Enjoying the night sky, you thought about how sweet Eddie looked sleeping. How his face looked so soft, and how soft his hair was…and how plump and pretty his lips were. You blushed at your thoughts and shook your head.

“(Y/N)! What are you thinking about! Your best friend since freshman year? Get your mind out of the gutter!”

You quickly spotted your house and walked to it, your dad greeting you and asking how your day was. Which you explained to him happily, leaving out the events of this morning and that night out. He smiled happily at you and ushered you to bed before you turned back to your dad.

“Hey, Dad?

“Yes sweetheart? What do you need?”

“I…, can I go to Edward Munson’s place tomorrow? And...can I have some money to rent a movie? I want to surprise him with it.”

Your father joked about how you were always at Eddies, which was true. Though he did agree to let you go over again and left money on the counter for the movie rental.

You thanked your dad and gave him your traditional hug and kiss goodnight. You rushed upstairs into your room, where you undressed and got ready for bed. Taking another shower and then finally l in bed. You hummed one of Eddie’s favorite songs and slowly fell asleep...thinking about the day you’ll have tomorrow.

Date: July/06/2022

by 🌸🕷GB/GothicCremes🕷🌸

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worldismyne · 1 year

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The Longest Sleepover Ch 10

Summary: The first year of school did not go as planned for Harv and he’s never felt more alone. That is, until a loud kid from the saga studies course decides they’re best friends now.

(Year 1 AU, Harv deals with homophobia, Finn is oblivious.)

Series: Warrior U

Pairing: HarvFinn

Rating: T

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Harv woke up early that morning and left Finn curled up in his burrito of blankets. He needed time apart from Finn to sort out and bury his feelings. He ate his breakfast in silence, the morning sun casting the kitchen in a bleak grey light. He shouldn't wish for things just because they'd be convenient for himself, especially if it put his hosts in an awkward position. After he finished his meal, he stared at his empty plate like a man who'd committed someone to the grave. The occasional caw of a crow was hardly a comfort as he forced his heavy limbs to add the dishes to the pile in the sink.

"What's gotten into you?" Harv jumped at the sound of the witch's voice.

"Is there anything that needs to be done today?" Harv asked. "I'd like to get it done before Finn wakes up."

"See, now that's more like it!" Leenan collected her morning coffee. "I was starting to think you weren't really serious about the job." Harv's shoulders sagged a bit, still too tired to put on joyful airs. "There's a few potion ingredients I'm short on at the moment. Some of them can be picked from the garden, but one of them is... free range." She eyed the warrior's long hair suspiciously. "How flammable are you?"

Finn came downstairs after waking up to a cold bed and an empty room. It shouldn't have been so bothersome, after all he had spent most of his life waking up this way, but it was unsettling none the less. Harv had promised to wake him the next time he slept in, and yet here he was eating breakfast at mid-morning by himself. His mother, already dressed for the day, assured him nothing was wrong.

"Sweetheart, you can't expect him to be attached at your side every waking moment." Leenan chided.

"Why not?" Finn prodded his half-finished brioche. "It's not like he has anything better to do. Besides, he's still my guest. The whole point of him coming here was to spend time with each other." Leenan had always known her son craved other's approval more than she did. It was a phase every child went through. What concerned her was how quickly Finn was trying to rewrite the nature of his friendship with Harv. He usually only resorted to storytelling when something was bothering him. She took a seat across the table from him.

"It'd be a little difficult for him to find other things to do if you kept him busy, wouldn't it?" Leenan asked. Finn gritted his teeth and sloppily heaped a knife full of marmalade onto his bread.

"I'm not 'keeping him busy', I'm hanging out with my friend." He slammed the knife down. "Is it really so hard to believe that I finally have a real best friend that likes me? Best friends do things together all the time."

"...Not all the time dear." Leenan said.

"How would you know?" Finn dumped his scraps in the waste bin, his appetite lost. "You've never had a best friend."

"Finnegan!" Leenan stood up from the table. "You keep taking that tone with me, and you won't get to play with your friend at all today." She was only trying to help him, but the look he gave her was borderline scathing.

"You can't do that." Finn lingered in the doorway; his mother unwavering. "What we do is nobody else's business; not Beatus, or his dad and certainly not you. I thought you wanted me to be happy." Her expression softened a bit, even in the face of Finn's defensiveness. Others had tried to intervene already; he just didn't want to listen.

"I do want you to be happy."

"Then why is it so bizarre that I am?" Finn snapped back.

"I just don't think it's a good idea to pin all your happiness on one person." She said. The tension eased from his body, now feeling less attacked. It was still frustrating to hear over and over that people were worried about him when there should be nothing to worry about. "I don't like seeing you this anxious. Your friend should be able to run errands without you acting like he's abandoned you."

"I'm not-" Finn bit his lip. "It's not like that... I know I... I am anxious. It's just... I can count on one hand all the times I've seen him smile. It doesn't seem fair." Especially when he was saying things like Finn liked him more than he liked himself. He couldn't just force Harv to like him the way he did either, no matter how hard he'd tried. Knowing Harv had a tendency to try and run from his problems wasn't helping Finn feel more secure either. The best he could do was talk himself out of these anxious thought cycles. "I know he'll come back; I just wish I knew where he went."

"He just went outside." His mother sighed. "Maybe, instead of snapping at your poor mother, you could try asking."

"Sorry." Finn said. His mother hugged him, running her fingers through his hair, still a mess from sleep.

"And I don't think your friend would appreciate you assuming he's unhappy here." Finn nodded into her shoulder. It was hard for him to put into words in a way people would understand. It's not that he thought Harv hated being around him. He just wished Harv was as happy as he was when he was around. "Not everyone shouts joy from the rooftops like you do." It would just be easier if the people around him would stop saying that joy might go away.

He pulled away from his mother with a puzzled expression. Something was clucking outside, and the sound was getting closer. He cautiously entered the front room just as Harv opened the front door.

"Bwkaw!" A bright orange bird climbed from Harv's shoulder to his head. It danced on the top of his skull in a happy circle before settling for a good sit. The furs around Harv's shoulder were a little singed, but otherwise he seemed intact. A smoking beak started to comb through Harv's locs, looking for a good place to start cleaning.

"Hey now, what did I say about the grooming?" Harv said. He gently pushed the bird's head away from hair, only to be outmaneuvered again.

"...mother..." Finn said, catching Leenan the moment she set foot outside the room. "You neglected to mention he was running errands for you."

"Why should that matter?" Leenan shot back sheepishly. "Besides, it's for you too, you know we're almost out of Phoenix feathers. Now just wait right there, I'll get the tweezers." Harv had offered Finn a passing greeting, but otherwise had his handful trying to keep the affectionate bird from nesting on his head.

"Harvey, you didn't need to bring back the whole bird." Finn sighed.

"But it's so sweet, I didn't want to hurt it." Harv said. The dopey thing puffed up its chest with pride as its head flopped backwards against its own back. Thin waves of heat radiated off its feathers, as if a bird could blush.

"Get that thing off your head before you hurt yourself." Finn crossed the room, ideally looking for something to keep the fire bird at a safe distance.

"But it's harm-" The minute Finn made eye contact with the Phoenix he was engulfed in flames. Harv's hand shot up, closing the little beak barehanded. Finn coughed out a puff of smoke, his clothes ashed over and his bangs singed. "...less."

"To you, maybe," Finn dusted off his clothes with disgust, "but not us. And certainly not the furniture." He gasped, rushing to douse a small flaming throw pillow with leftover wine from the night before. He then had to smother the flame on the tile floor. The phoenix looked down on him smugly. "He's doing it on purpose."

"It's a she I think." Harv looked up at the preening bird.

"Even worse."

"Finn..." Harv couldn't help but be amused, even though Finn's face was pinched into a tight scowl. "Are you jealous of a bird?"

"NO!" Finn hurriedly tidied the mess the mystical creature made, his face flushed from embarrassment and the sting of a close flame. It shot off tiny flames when it laughed. If birds could laugh. "I'm not jealous, I just think wild animals should be outside!" Harv couldn't help but find the way Finn huffed afterward cute, even if the bard smelled of burnt lavender. "It's already set a couch on fire." A quick bite of the Phoenix's toes shook him out of his thoughts.

"Where's your mom?" Harv started wandering toward the study.

"Oh no you don't." Finn grabbed Harv's sleeve. "One spark and half of mother's work could explode." Again the bird tried to smother him in flames. "Take it outside!"

"Okay." Harv grabbed the bird by her chubby body and walked out as Finn held the door open. "Come on, we'll wait in the garden." Two sapphire eyes glinted at Finn over Harv's shoulder with pride.

Hours later, Harv was still getting caught up with chores. Finn had collected some biscuits and tea, ready to enjoy his gawking from the garden, but an orange speedbump was keeping him from setting foot outside.

"It's still out there." Finn grumbled as he leered out the kitchen window. The tailless Phoenix would follow Harv around like a little duck, but was always quick to rush to the back porch if Finn so much touched the handle. "Evil little thing."

"I think it's quite handy." Leenan laughed as she stole a biscuit from Finn's tray. "Imagine how much easier it'll be having one in our front yard instead of hunting it down every year?"

"Mother, don't even joke about that." Finn said. "Think of your roses."

"My roses will be fine." Leenan shook her head. "You can see him cleaning out the shed just fine from the window." Finn let out an aggravated sigh. "It's not like you were planning to help him." Finn mumbled a few incoherent complaints. His tea had gone cold, and Harv had barely talked to him all day. It was his first time wearing his new clothes too, and all Finn could catch were glimpses through the dirty glass.

"I'm going to try the north balcony." Finn picked up his tray and marched out the kitchen, much to his mother's growing concern. She had no problem setting up wards to keep magical pests out, not that her son had seriously tried asking for one. Rather he seemed quite focused on getting the best view of, in her opinion, just some guy doing ordinary things. Finn, who'd complain any time she kept the crystal ball focused on a rival garden for too long because it was 'too boring'. While she had her suspicions as to the cause of her son's change in behavior, she couldn't fathom why. At this point, she was a little afraid to ask.

It had been difficult for the bards to find rehearsal space. While all three had played for a live audience before, few people liked hearing the same half-finished songs ad nauseam. Shad and Beatus's hostel room was too cramped, and Finn detested playing outside if he could help it. If Harv was watching, he wanted everything to be perfect, even if it was the first time the three had played together in months.

Finn had reluctantly pointed them in the direction to his mother's shed. It was far enough from grass for Finn to feel comfortable with leaving his harp oil out and far enough from the house to avoid any magical artifacts. Mother's things had a habit of ending up in the wrong hands when visitors were left unattended. Harv's doe-eyed Phoenix had thankfully given up for the evening, waddling back to her nest with a heavy heart, and allowing Finn to finally go into his own backyard again.

The interior of the shed was dusty with plenty of standing room. Chairs from the patio had been cleaned off and brought in for them to use along with some dated linens. Sunlight fought through years of dirt to illuminate the wooden interior. With more time, they could have set up lights or some kind of drapery, but Shad hadn't given them prior notice their original space wouldn't work out.

They still couldn't agree on a name, and Finn was the first to propose playing first and worrying about the name at a later date. The group stumbled through Shad's first choice for a song. Each sour note causing Finn to glance up nervously at their audience of one. It wasn't like he never played for someone before. He'd done plenty of concerts for the palace in the past, but he'd never played this badly in front of someone before. Shad was off rhythm and he suspected Beatus was putting minimal effort as a form of protest over the song choice. He always hated playing anything with lyrics.

"Man, you're really off today Finn." Shad shook his head.

"Can we just play it through once today." Finn shifted uncomfortably at the feeling of blue eyes on his back. "We can worry about everyone's notes at a later date."

"I wouldn't be a very good friend if I let you keep playing badly." Shad said with a wry smile. The blond flushed, fists clenched tight around the frame of his harp. They were all accomplished musicians, anything they played together casually would sound fine. Not perfect, but fine. "What's the rush?" The rush was sitting five feet away from them, picking at his nails because they couldn't get four bars in without stopping. Finn would sooner eat his belt than admit that in front of everyone.

"I have to sleep sometime." Beatus said. "We all do." Finn thanked his lucky stars that for once Beatus was being a pain in his favor, rather than against. Shad shrugged, washing his hands of the other's performance and promised to hold his tongue until the end.

Finn started them off with a few plucky notes, finding the beat set by the drums. He let muscle memory take over, glancing up to catch Harv's full attention. While the warrior was tired, he offered a shy smile, only to cover it up with his hand. He couldn't mask the crescent creases above his cheekbones, and then Finn heard the bum note he played from getting distracted. Shad clicked his tongue, but said nothing. Finn spent the rest of the song struggling to fall back into the music with flushed cheeks.

Once the group started playing, Harv could relax a little, knowing that it was more appropriate for him to watch them when they were actively performing. Watching people perform was a perfectly normal thing to do. No one would blame him for watching the member he knew the best out of the group the most. It just so happened that Finn made the most interesting faces while he played and had taken his gloves off for once, all things that anyone who knew him would notice. From what he could tell, things were proceeding exactly how most rehearsals go. The other bards acted like it was business as usual and Harv applauded himself on how perfectly normal he was being about watching his cute friend get frustrated over playing the wrong note.

#warrior u #harvfinn #little finnharv things #fanfic

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If my OC was In One Piece (6)

After i was done eating i got up and went over to the kitchen and placed the plate in the sink. I closed the door and went inside the room and noticed that there were only 5 hammocks. I shrugged and took off my shoes and gently laid on the ground. My eyes felt droopy and i slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep.

*The next morning*

I sit up and yawn and rub the tears coming from my eyes. I look at hammocks and see Zoro, Usopp, Luffy, and Chopper sleeping peacefully. I feel something soft on my lap so I look down and notice a blanket. I smiled then chuckled, 'So Luffy put the blanket on me last night.' I shook my head while smiling and stood up while the blanket slowly slid off. I walk to the door and twist the door knob. I walk out and close the door behind me; I put my hand over my head since it's too bright. I look around and I smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. I go over to the kitchen and open the door and see sanji cooking, "Smells delicious. What are you cooking?", Sanji jumps a little but when looks at me and sighs in relief, "Just cooking a dish called, Takoyaki", He says, "Ha-..That's why it smells so good", I smile then sit down and found a book on the table. I smirk, "Who's book is this?" I lie, 'We all know whose book is this. It's robins. They still haven't said their names yet so it would be weird to know their names'. Sanji twisted his neck a little but his hands were still cooking and moving around, "Oh, That's robin-chan's", Sanji smiled. I nodded my head and Sanji's eyes went back to focusing on cooking.

I close my eyes and wait patiently while crossing my legs for the food. Until I hear a voice, loud enough for the whole ship to hear comes crashing in the kitchen, "Food!", A boy says slamming the door open while rushing in, "Not yet!", Sanji says, "But Sanji!~~" Luffy pouts, "No means no! Sit quietly and be patient!!" He said kicking him out. I chuckled and went back to waiting patiently for the food, "*Yawns*", I looked up to the door and saw green hair poking out and then i heard Sanji yelling, "Get out Marimo!", The man took a seat at the table and ignored him, "Don't even think about sleeping in this kitchen Moss-head!!", Sanji pointed at Zoro while mixing the food, "Yeah, yeah Whatever", Zoro rolled his eyes and the only sound Sanji made was, 'Tch', and went back to cooking. I looked as Sanji went back to what he was doing and then moved my eyes to Zoro and saw how intense he was glaring holes into Sanji's back. I widened my eyes a bit and looked into his eyes and saw how he craved and lusted for something....like really bad. I looked away and calmed my breathing and tried to think about what was going on, 'Okay so....I just found out that...Umm....Zoro....Well "liked" doesn't describe how Zoro looks right now and craves for Sanji..oops...Just said it...', I stayed quiet for about 20 seconds until I saw Sanji's neck turn red, 'Oh....so sanji noticed the intense staring', I slowly got up and walked out and closed the door while ignoring the stares. I was relieved that i got out of that situation and walked away from the door and saw Luffy getting yelled at Nami until Usopp yelled, "Guys, guys! There is an island!", Luffy jumped up and screamed excitedly, "Adventure!!", Nami shot a glare at Luffy then he stopped and went into the corner while Robin chuckled and walked up to me, "Yomi-san, I wanted to ask you something in private is it okay?" Robin smiles but i noticed she was a little nervous, "Sure", I said while leaving a hint of curiosity in my voice. Robin turns around and goes down the stairs and walks over to her room with me following her. She sits on her bed and pats the spot next to her while smiling. I sat down and turned to her, "So? What did you want to talk about", As i was scanning her I noticed she was shaking, "I just...-", Tears were falling out of her eyes and she weighed her head down. I panicked about not knowing what to do until it hit me, "It's okay Robin take your time", I smiled. She looked at me with shocked eyes and tears going down her cheeks and a little bit of snot coming out her nose. She looked like a mess, "Thank you" She said wiping away her tears. I grabbed a tissue out of my pocket and wiped her tears and snot then wrapped it and threw it in the bin and looked at her and waited for her to talk, "I wanted to tell you if you knew about...what happened in Ohara.....", 'I knew that she wasn't talking about why Marines killed everyone in the island and her family since she knew the reason but what she really mean't was something else' "Robin-sama...you have a reason to live you know. You have Luffy and the others", "But-", "No 'buts' Robin I know for a fact whatever your decision is, It's a hard impact on the others", "No..You..- You...Dont know me! You...KNOW NOTHING about me" She sobbed and yelled while getting up from the bed and stepped back, "Your right. I know nothing about you but they do and they are willing to save you or return you by all costs. Like Sanji, He is willingly going to forgive you either way. It does not matter if you betray or use him. He will absolutely forgive you straight away." Robin widen her eyes all the way and bit her lip and spoke, "I won't..- I won't change my decision" She made her hands into a fist and digged her nails into her palm, "That's alright." She looked at me confused, "The others will be the one to change your decision. They are also a lesson for you to learn about", I got up and walked past her but stopped and said one more thing, "You will learn a lot when you notice that your life is more important. They will be your light "

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ynsbarbbb · 2 years

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𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader

summary: you rarely fought, but when you did it got pretty bad.

warning: angst that turns into fluff

a/n: requests are open!

not my gif!

.°•*♡

you rarely fought, but when you did, it got pretty bad. hurtful things were being said left and right and that meant marc left the apartment fuming and you with a broken heart.

tonight was one of the nights where a fight was inevitable. marc stumbled into the apartment and an unholy hour of the night, he was beaten up and bruised and he didn't even bother to tell you how or where it had happened. he simply brushed off your questions and made his way into the bathroom.

"marc, would you just answer me!"

he grumbled and took off his shirt exposing a big scar that went from his ribs near to his navel. taking out the first aid kid that was under the sink; he grabbed some cotton and rubbing alcohol. hissing at the pain you looked away.

"what happened?" you tried again but still no answer. "marc, please i'm worried about you."

"then stop!" he hissed at you and slammed the bathroom door in your face. you gulped down the lump that was forming in your throat and walked away from the door.

you went into the kitchen and boiled some hot water, taking a mug out of the cupboard and a teabag of one of marc's favorite tea. after the water boiled you poured it into the mug and left it on the table. you also took his food out of the oven and placed it next to the tea with a fork and a knife.

when you were done you made your way into the bedroom, taking off the clothes from the day before and putting on one of marc's shirts and sweats, you also grabbed a pillow and a blanket from the linen closet making your way to the guest bedroom.

you heard marc move around in the kitchen, then you heard his plate being put in the sink, then you heard his footsteps going past the guest bedroom into the bedroom, then quickly turning around and coming to the guest bedroom.

he knocked softly, you probably wouldn't have heard it if you weren't focusing on every move he made. when you didn't answer he opened the door and leaned against the door frame.

"i know you're awake," he said but you only turned your back towards him. you didn't want to fight with him. you just cared about him. you just worried about him. all you wanted was an explanation.

marc moved towards the bed and sat down at the foot of the bed. "can you please come back to bed?"

no response.

"i'm sorry i lashed out on you."

again, no response.

"i know you worry about me, and i know i don't always appreciate it, but i do, i really do," he told you, rubbing a hand up and down your leg. he hoped that would pull something out of you but it didn't.

your eyes brimmed with tears, "honey, please. i'm sorry."

you only nodded. he climbed in behind you, pulling you flat against his chest. he kissed your shoulder to where your shoulder and neck connected and then behind your ear.

"i'm sorry," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

you turned around, "i care about you, i worry about you and i love you so much that if i lost you without knowing where or how it happened i wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"i know honey, i'm sorry. i'll try to be better at communicating with you."

you nodded, your thumb running over his cheek bone and light stuble. marc kissed your palm and then pulled you in to kiss your lips.

"i love you too," he said between kisses.

you smiled, "we can go back to bed now, it's kinda uncomfortable on a twin size bed."

marc chuckled and stood up taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom.

#marc spector #marc spector x y/n #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #marc spector fluff #moon knight tv #marc spector angst

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Argument- Spencer Reid (1)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Characters: Spencer Reid

Warnings: Mentions of Kidnapping, Knives, Arguments with a partner

Request: Wattpad- Ooh,can you please do one where Spencer and y/n gets into a really bad argument and then she's suddenly kidnapped by an unsub?

Word Count: 606

Author: Charlotte

No matter how much you loved your boyfriend, living with someone ended up with things getting on your nerves. Everything that had made you fall in love with him all those years ago no longer seemed to be cute and sweet, some of it pissed you off and at some point, you couldn’t bottle it all up again. With Spencer away for work for the last two weeks, you had thought that the short break from one another would help, but when he came back it all started off once again.

Whilst he had been away, you had tidied the apartment and tried to make the environment pleasant for you both to live in. As soon as Spencer got home, his bag was left in the living room and the next day when you awoke, half the bookcase had been spread around the room. It annoyed you that he hadn’t even mentioned the work you’d put into the apartment, and it was worse that he was so quick to return it to its previous state, but you did your best to stay calm. By the time dinner rolled around and he had stacked his dirty plate on top of the three mugs on the coffee table and it pushed you over the edge.

“What is my job, Spencer?” You snapped.

He looked up at you confused. “You teach kindergarten.”

“Oh, so you do know I’m not a maid then,” you retorted, letting sarcasm drip from every word.

Spencer seemed confused still by your words, not knowing where they came from as you had previously stayed quiet and calm. You picked up the dirty plate and mugs and showed them too him as you begun to stomp over to the kitchen.

“I know you’re tired from work, but that’s no reason to be a slob,” you frowned.

“I was going to put them in the sink before bed.”

You snapped your gaze back towards him.

“Is that why I found six mugs around your desk with varying levels of mould?”

He ran a hand through his messy hair. All he had wanted was a quiet, relaxing evening but you had put an end to that.

“Does it really matter?” He asked. “You always leave your clothes on the bathroom floor, and I just put them in the basket without complaining.”

A shocked laugh escaped you. “Without complaining? I could have left my shirt hanging over the rim of the basket and you’d act like I’d thrown the whole thing everywhere.”

“I’m sorry if it bothers me to want to go for a shower after a long day at work and find your bra in the tub.”

Any semblance of reason had now been washed from you. You let go of the dishes far from the edge of the sink, not caring about the clatter of them hitting the metallic bowl.

“You know what?! I’m done,” you exclaimed. “I can’t stay in this fucking apartment.”

“Where are you going?” He asked, rising from the sofa where he had been sat.

You grabbed your car keys as you slipped on the first pair of shoes you could find.

“Anywhere but here.”

Before Spencer could say anything else you escaped the apartment, slamming the door behind you. You rushed down the stairs and out into the dark carpark, unlocking the driver’s door and getting in. You rested your head against the wheel, giving yourself a second to breath. You leant back against your seat, closing your eyes for a moment.

Without a sound, a sharp piece of metal pressed against your neck, forcing a gasp from your lips.

“You’re early.”

#Argument #Part 1 #Request #Spencer Reid #Spencer Reid One Shot #Spencer Reid Imagine #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds One Shot #Criminal Minds Imagine #CM Imagine #CM One Shot #CM #Charlotte

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basiccortez · 2 years

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Why word count: 4.0k masterlist

in collaboration with @capturethechaos

warnings: THIS IS AN AU, a work of fiction. this chapter contains: mentions of physical assault, mentions of sexual violence, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide, physical violence, stabbing.

When Emile first met the Kiszkas, Jake and Josh were newborns. Their mother was stressed out with having two small babies, and being the female face of the growing mafia. Emile had seen the good and the ugly with the Kiszka children, helping basically raise them. She tended to turn a blind eye to the evil things Jake had done, but she couldn’t ignore the bruised face of the girl that sat at her breakfast table.

Jake looked up at Emile, his eyes glassy, “I know.” His voice was small, as he felt like sinking into his chair and hiding away from Emile’s stare.

“I-I know.”

“Do you?” Emile sighed, and picked up the plate she had slammed down, “Act like it then. I know this is a shitty deal, and your heart still hurts from being broken, but show her what it means to be safe, for once in her life.”

“How? Everyone woman I’ve ever loved, t-they-”

“Love is scary, Jake. And if it wasn’t then everyone would be in love with the first person they see on the street. You let your heart heal, baby. You let her in, let her see you with your walls down.”

“What can I do right now?”

“Take some tylenol up for her. Her poor nose and face have got to be hurting her. I also placed some blankets and pajamas in the dryer, you can take those up too.”

Jake nodded as Emile turned to go into the kitchen to finish cleaning, “Thank you.”

“It’s my job, sweetpea.”

— — —

Jake sat on the masterbed fiddling with his thumbs as he waited for Y/N to get out of her bath. He had never been nervous before, but after hearing her open up briefly to Sam, and the talk with Emile, he was ready to open up. Jake had spent years suppressing his emotions, he had basically been trained to. Good leaders learn to put their emotions away, and not let them bother them. Jake never let himself feel, the one time he did had ended in tragedy.

He sat up straighter as the door to the bathroom slid open, and Y/N stepped out, towel drying her hair. She gasped at the sight of him, fear filling her eyes. Immediate guilt flooded into Jake’s body, as she took a step back into the bathroom. He didn’t get a good look at her earlier, but now he could see the damage he had done to her. Her nose was swollen, purple and blue bruising stretched under her eyes, and a prominent cut on the bridge of her nose stuck out.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Jake said softly and Y/N shook her head.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Doll, I’m-”

“You aren’t ruined.”

“I am!” Y/N cried, throwing her towel down, “You don’t even know half the shit he did. He fractured me, but you continue to break me.”

Jake shook his head and looked down at his hands, “That’s not what I wanted. This whole thing isn't how I wanted it.”

“Me either.”

“And no matter how many times I say it, you won’t believe me, but I am sorry.”

“What changed your heart, Jacob? Hearing me say I want to throw myself over the balcony or because I called you his name?”

“Neither. . . it was Katherine,” Jake said, peering up at her. Y/N looked down at her feet before taking a soft step forward. She had never brought up the female’s name since the night after the fight club. She knew that it was obviously a soft spot for him, and she didn’t want to make him more angry by poking the bear, “I loved her, actually, I think I still do. After everything that happened, I didn’t think I could love again, or feel that. I’m terrified of letting you get close cause I don’t want to have to tell your father I couldn’t protect you.”

“Andrew doesn’t think it’s broken,” Y/N said, her eyes still trained on the wall in front of her, “He said he would check again tomorrow when the swelling goes down. I’ve had a broken nose, so I don’t think it’s broken either.”

“That’s good, I guess.” Jake cleared his throat, “Sam, Josh and Danny are out for the day. They went up to Gallatin to look for Dante at his old lady’s place.”

“And why do we care about some little lousy street gang?”

“Don’t call them that.”

“And you sent three men to lure him out?”

“Three of my best,” Jake said, taking some offense, and sticking his chest out, “Josh made up the plan, Dante is greedy as fuck, he’s gonna lure him out like a cash pig, and then Danny will step in and finish him off.”

“How long will that take?”

“Not sure, probably all day. Danny is… very skilled in his craft,” Jake smirked and Y/N shivered, “He’s no Gianni Santiago, but he’s up there for most demented fucker I know.”

“He’s so… gentle though. It genuinely scared me when I saw him kill that man.” Y/N spoke and Jake nodded.

“It’s just us today,” Jake spoke, “I know you haven’t had much time to plan this impending wedding so… I’m at your service today, I’ll do whatever you tell me.”

“Anything?”

“Within moderation.”

“My wedding book,” She giggled and opened the cover, “Everything I ever dreamed about, I wrote it all down.”

Jake took the notebook from her softly, and flipped through the torn pages. He laughed at the invite that was taped to the front page:

Please Join Us for the wedding of

Prince Harry, the Duke of Sussex

and

Y/N M/N Santiago

“I think you’re a little too late for this one, love.” Jake said and Y/N laughed at the invite.

“One can only hope.”

Jake closed the notebook softly and looked over at her, “Looks like we got a lot of work ahead of us.”

— — —

The two had spent the whole day next to each other, working on various tasks for the wedding. The dining room table had been taken over by papers, and color samples. Jake had confirmed the guest list address with the information Sam had gathered, and Y/N carefully designed each one of them to perfection, making sure to incorporate the dark maroon color Jake insisted on having. They picked out flower arrangements, settling on blood red carnations and white roses. Jake had also set up a suit fitting for him and the boys. Y/N desperately tried reaching out to Sophie, knowing she’d rather die than not have her best friend standing up at the altar with her.

“I’m not sure, why? What’s wrong?” Jake said, looking over at her. She avoided his eyes and just shook her head. She remembered what Sam had warned her about, and would much rather stay on Jake’s good side, “You think your father would be okay if we just had a regular priest instead of a Catholic one?”

“I just don’t know much about you,” Jake shrugged, “I know what Sam had dug up, but that’s it. Who’s the real Y/N Santiago? Tell me.”

Y/N nodded, “My mother, God I don’t even know where to begin. . .”

Y/N danced around the topic of Francisco, but Jake could sense the fear in the way she spoke. Jake had gathered from the info Sam had pulled that Y/N was there when Francisco killed her mother. Another man held her down as Francisco beat and tortured her mother, forcing Y/N to watch.

Jake changed the topic, talking about his parents, who were hiding overseas in Ireland. He talked about his childhood, how everything was somewhat normal until his father survived an assaisnation attempt, and that’s when they started training Jake to become the face of the Kiszka Mafia. He also danced around a harsh topic: Katherine. Y/N’s mind was screaming to ask him about the female whose name fell so easily past his lips, but her heart told her not to, to let him tell her on his own terms.

Jake had opened a bottle of wine, pouring them both a glass and setting the bottle down in between them. Y/N also talked about Andrew and Sophie. Jake smiled at the way she lit up and got much more animated when talking about those two. Her eyes were bright, and uncontrollable giggles fell past her pink lips as she told a story of how she and Sophie had run away from Andrew, telling him they were in Argentina when they were really in Brazil. Jake couldn’t help but laugh as Y/N snorted in laughter, and then broke into a painful moan, holding her nose.

“So they are your people,” Jake said and Y/N nodded.

“The only two on this whole planet who gave a shit if I was breathing or not.” Y/N said sadly, “After my mother and everything, I lost myself. I lost who I was, my worth. Sophie and Andrew helped reestablish that. They made me feel safe, made me feel loved.”

“I know what you mean, my brothers were like your Andrew and Sophie. After I lost Katherine, I completely shut down. They helped build me back together.”

Y/N placed her hand on his and rubbed her thumb over the back of it. Jake smiled at the small gesture before pushing himself up from the desk, looking at the empty bottle of red wine.

“More?” He asked, nodding to the bottle.

“Sure,” Y/N sighed in content, leaning back in the chair. Jake nodded, standing up and taking the empty bottle to replace it with a full one. Y/N watched him leave, and went back to looking at the wedding plans. Her eyes scanned over the first draft of the seating chart as Jake’s phone rang. Her breath caught in her throat seeing the caller ID.

“Do you mind getting that, babe?” Jake called out to her. Y/N reached across the dark wooden table, grabbing his phone and swiping the answer button.

“Rafael,” Y/N answered. She could hear her father gasp in surprise, “What do we owe the call?”

“You’re answering his phone now? You work quickly, Y/N.” The Don spoke and Y/N rolled her eyes, “I called to speak to Jacob, where is he?”

“Working. Whatever you can say to him you can say to me.”

“Andrew around?”

“Also working. What’s going on?”

“It’s okay,” Jake said softly, “Can I touch you?” Y/N shook her head, “Okay, okay, um. . . so, Francisco kidnapped Sophie about 6 weeks ago when she got to Greece. Between Sam and Narciso, they’ve been looking all over the damn world for a hit on her. Recently they noticed there has been movement in Francisco’s bank account.”

“We don’t know. I have my tech nerds and Sam looking into him daily, wherever he is, he knows we are looking for him. We’ll find them both, Sophie and Francisco. None of us, and I mean it, are going to let anything happen to you.”

Y/N nodded softly, taking Jake’s hand in hers. For once, looking into his brown eyes she felt a little bit safer. Jake pushed himself up from the ground, and pulled her into a hug. She was caught off guard, he hadn’t ever touched her like this before. Every time Jake had placed a hand on her, it was always with an ill intention. But having his arms wrapped around her, holding her securely to his body felt. . . different. She pulled back softly and looked at him, his messy brown hair falling down his shoulders.

“Can we go swimming?” Y/N asked softly.

“Swim? Like in the pool?”

“Nah, Jacob, in the fucking river.”

“Smart ass,” Jake smirked pointing his finger at her, “Sure, go change.”

“I think I’m good,” Y/N returned his smirk and walked over to the sliding glass doors that opened up to the patio and the infinity pool. Jake watched her closely, as her dainty hands gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. His breath caught in his throat, watching as she stripped down to her bra and underwear. He smirked, noticing the red color as she ran and jumped into the pool. Jake watched as she surfaced, pushing her hair out of her eyes, letting it float around in the water.

“Coming in?”

“Would you hate me if I didn’t?”

“I already hate you.”

“Ouch, that hurt sweetheart,” Jake said, placing a hand over his heart. He walked over to a pool chair and began kicking off his shoes and socks. Y/N bit her lip as he undid his button up, his back flexing as he pulled it off his tan body. She admired his toned stomach and arms, as he undid his belt, sliding his black dress pants down his legs. Jake walked over to her, slipping into the pool, careful to not get his hair wet.

“Kinda cold,” Jake said shivering.

“Are you feeling better?” Jake asked her, “I’m sorry for not telling you about Sophie.”

“Uh-oh.”

“Shut up,” Y/N laughed, splashing him.

He chuckled, “What were you thinking? I hope it didn’t involve punching people in the face.”

“Not this time,” Y/N smiled, “I was just thinking that I don’t want our first kiss to be in front of my brothers and father.”

Jake did a double take, looking at her. He gulped and moved a little bit closer to her, his arm touching against her’s, “We can fix that, i-if you want-t.” He cursed himself for stuttering on his words. Y/N picked her head up and looked over at him. He pushed off the wall grabbing her body and pulling her into him. She let out a shaky breath, as Jake carefully brought his hand up to her face, running his knuckle over the scar that ran across it.

“So pretty,” Jake whispered.

Y/N shook her head, “Anything but that.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Well clearly, you gave me a free nose job.”

“Y/N-”

“Sorry, sorry, tough subject.”

Jake rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her so they were chest to chest. He could feel her heart pick up and start pounding, “You talk a lot.”

“Y/N I-”

“Jake!” The sound of running footsteps caused them to separate as a frantic looking Josh came running out to the patio.

“What happened?”

“Why didn’t you check your phone!? I called you! It’s bad.” Was all Josh said, before running back into the house. Jake and Y/N shared a look before quickly climbing out of the pool, grabbing towels and following Josh into the main part of the house. She gasped as she saw the sight in front of her. A barely conscious Danny, his face beaten and bloody, holding a growing seeping wound on his side. Sam tried his best to hold his friend up, but was struggling.

“What the fuck happened?” Jake said, walking over to them, and holding Danny’s face in his hands.

“I-it wasn’t just Dante, he was there too. They blindsided us, we were basically defenseless.” Sam grunted. Josh took Danny’s other arm and wrapped it around his shoulders. Andrew had already slipped past them, running up the stairs and grabbing his first aid kit, so he could patch Danny up.

“Take him down to my office, I’ll be right there,” Jake said to them and Josh nodded, shuffling Danny down the hallway.

“Jake, I-” Y/N started to speak but was cut off by Jake facing her and holding his hand up.

“You better pray that he lives, otherwise, his blood is on your hands.”

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