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Somebody’s Watching Me Part 2

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (she/her pronouns used, reader is implied British and given backstory)

Category: I still don’t know but it’s coming together

Summary: On a night out with your friends, you’re pleasantly surprised to run into your secret observer.

Warnings: flirting (Ghost and reader getting some action, they deserve it), mentions of war/death, talks of scars, alcohol consumption, Ghost being normal AND weird, the mask is off again, Ghost doing domestic things almost (socialisation in a pub), sexual references, family issues, reader’s friends are intense, British terminology/slang, swearing/cursing, dialogue heavy, minute Soap slander (I love him but couldn’t resist)

Word Count: 5.5k (longer than part 1)

A/N: After the love I got for part 1, I decided to continue so Simon is still my babygirl. Please remember that if Simon feels out of character, that’s the point of this story. It’s him when he’s not being Ghost but being forced to mix aspects of his life at home and his life at work - the work aspects being reader. Also he’s going out of his comfort zone to please the sergeant (you) because he likes you but just hasn’t really realised it yet. Not entirely sure I’m as pleased with this part as I was with the first but we’re posting anyway!

Part 1 available here.

Part 3 available here.

It took weeks before your friends finally managed to convince you to join them on a night out. You'd been putting it off for a number of reasons. One being that the thought of socialising in a crowded environment had you wanting to gouge your eyes out as you'd grown used to little to no company. Another being that you genuinely thought it'd be overwhelming and you might have a panic attack.

But after they'd assured you that they'd look after you and you could all leave if it got to be too much, you relented and organised a time and place with them. Just your local pub on a Wednesday night. You'd decided on a Wednesday as you hoped it wouldn't be too crowded and that your friends might need a pick-me-up in the middle of their work weeks. They agreed quickly with the idea.

And honestly it'd been nice for the most part. You'd arrived early, you swear active duty had made you so time efficient that you spent almost no time at all getting ready, and sat down at a table in the corner, out of sights of the most of the rest of the pub. The only thing in direct eye line was the bar itself which would come in handy when you needed to go up and order drinks.

Your friends all slowly arrived, none of them being too late, and gave you big greetings as they hadn't seen you in "forever" they claimed. You returned hugs and kisses and prepared yourself for a night of bombarding questions and retelling of war stories.

A couple of your girlfriends were bought drinks by guys at the bar and you watched on in amusement as they giggled about it together. They assured you that someone would probably buy you a drink if you asked but you waved them off saying you didn't care, which you didn't.

You listened intently as they all told you what was happening with their lives - work, significant others, kids, families, pets, parties, weddings, funerals, birthdays, anything and everything you could possibly imagine. A note of envy settled in your stomach at one point but it went away quickly when you told yourself you were being silly.

Telling them about your life was slightly more complicated. You had to skirt around some of the details of your job as it was classified and would probably horrify them if they knew what you truly did. You gushed about some of the amazing people you'd met and mentioned casually that you'd actually bumped into your lieutenant in the supermarket. They all absorbed it with wide eyes of wonder and amazement, each of them having at least one question to ask.

"So, wait, you can actually shoot a gun?"

"Does it bother you having to bunk with a bunch of blokes?"

“What’s said country like?”

"Are any of them fit?"

"Isn't it tiring?"

"How long until you go back?"

"Met anyone you fancy?"

"Hang on, you have to share a communal bathroom?"

Yes, it's alright, not really, they're okay, very, not sure, oh my god, yeah.

They never really seemed satisfied with your answers and always wanted you to elaborate. Which you did if possible.

Overall, it was nice. There was no sense of impending doom or a weird feeling in your stomach about the whole thing. You let your guard down just enough for once to attempt to have a good time. Which you did. You laughed, you chatted, you drank, it was good.

Until the bar tender came over with a drink that looked exactly like what you usually ordered.

And when he placed it in front of you, you wanted to throw up.

"Fella at the bar bought this for you."

This was it. The moment in the night that you looked forward to the least and the moment your friends had been encouraging the most. They insisted that you needed to "put yourself out there more" and “try to get laid at some point”. You were "too uptight" as they put it. Little did they know that you weren't really interested in a quick shag or even a relationship with anyone at the moment. And rejecting someone was always awful. Every time they asked why and having to explain that your job made romantic entanglements extremely hard made things awkward.

"Ooh, this is so exciting!" One of your friends squealed beside you, frantically searching the bar for the culprit. "Which one?"

“Blond one.”

Oh.

"Tall."

My.

"Scars on his face."

God.

Your eyes shot towards the bar and immediately landed on him. Of course he was already looking your way with his drink raised to you.

"Shit." You cursed, silently letting out a sigh of relief that it wasn't someone you'd have to reject but all the more anxious because it was him. A part of you was very excited to see him though.

"What is it? Do you know him?" Another friend asked you.

"He's my lieutenant. Fuck." You stood from your seat, grabbing the drink.

"The one from the shops?"

"Yeah. I'll be back in a minute, guys. I'm just gonna go say hi." You explained, slowly making your way towards Ghost.

"Take your time!"

You hadn't seen your lieutenant since he'd gone over to your place for tea. It was a weird experience. Weirder than the shops. You'd had a couple cups of tea each, shared his packet of chocolate digestive biscuits, which he'd kindly offered to you, chatted a little more and then he'd left. You didn't exchange phone numbers or even offer to see each other again. He didn't because he probably didn't want to and you didn't because you thought he probably wouldn't want to. So you'd gone your separate ways and that was that.

As you got closer to him, you wished you hadn't had so much to drink. You weren't drunk but you weren’t sober either. Kind of just bordering the edges between being buzzed and tipsy.

"Simon."

He turned so his body was facing yours, his large frame consumed the stool he was sitting on. Intimidating and alluring all at once. "Sergeant."

"You really should start calling me by my name." You sighed, stopping to stand in front of him.

"I like calling you sergeant."

"And I liked calling you lieutenant." You shot back, taking a sip of your drink despite your head screaming at you not to.

"Bet you like calling me Simon more."

Your eyes widened at his statement. He wasn't wrong but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Thanks for the drink, by the way."

"It's no problem. Thought I owed you for the bourbon."

You hummed in agreement but said nothing.

"Friends of yours?" He nodded towards your table where all of them were watching the two of you interact intently.

"Uh, yeah. First night out since being home so..." You shrugged.

"Having fun?"

"I was." You regretted your words immediately, knowing that you’d been insensitive.

"Ruined it, did I?" He asked but it wasn't malicious.

"No. Just... unexpected."

He nodded. "So, which one's your boyfriend?"

You were surprised at the question. Last time he'd enquired about your personal life it hadn't gone so well.

"You live alone?"

"Yeah. Used to have a hamster but he died a few months back."

He blinked at you and said nothing so you rushed off to make tea, desperately trying to come up with a new topic to talk about when you got back to him.

"That's presumptuous of you, lieutenant."

"Just making conversation with you, sergeant." The return of dropping rank had you tingling inside. Might have just been the alcohol though.

You huffed. "None of them."

"Girlfriend then?"

You shook your head. "Nope."

"Sorry soul you're torturing with your affection couldn't make it then? What a shame." His eyes narrowed, you presumed he was joking.

"I'll ignore that insult. I'm single." Setting your drink on the surface of the bar, you leant your hip against the side but not before taking a step closer to him.

"Lucky for the world then that you're not burdening anyone with yourself."

"Jesus, Simon." You laughed out of shock, struck with his bluntness.

"Had to be said."

"Huh, you really are a charmer." You flashed him a glimpse of your teeth in a small smile, brows raising on the last word of your sentence.

"I try my best.” Pause. “Why are you single?"

"Because my affection is a burden apparently." Repeating his own words back to him seemed better than explaining your depressing void of no romance in your life because of your job. But maybe he’d understand.

"I'm serious."

"Why do you care?"

Simon didn’t strike you as the kind of person who gave a shit about the love lives of people he worked with. So why did he seem so interested in yours?

He didn't answer straight away and when he did, it seemed rehearsed. "You're my sergeant, part of my team. It's my role to care."

"To make sure I stay alive. Not to inquire about my love life." You were properly frowning at him now.

Ghost raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry I asked."

With a sigh, you relented. "The job."

"Go on…"

"Makes it difficult. The job makes it difficult to date. Especially civilians." You added the last bit on with clenched teeth. It didn’t really matter. Civilians were not on your romantic radar.

"Would you want to date a civilian?"

He saw straight through you.

"No, not really."

"Hmm."

You wanted to avoid discussing the topic any further so asked a question to change the subject. "What're you drinking?"

"Scotch that Soap recommended."

"And?"

He swished the glass around, the ice clinking against the side. "Utter shite."

"Figures." You took a long look at his drink. “You drink it on the rocks.”

“Tastes better cold. Less shit.”

“That your second glass?”

"Monitoring my alcohol intake, sergeant?” He asked and you shook your head as he looked you up and down. “You gonna take a seat or just stand there all day?"

"I'm supposed to be going back to my friends." You gestured weakly over your shoulder with your thumb, kind of forgetting they’d still been there until that moment.

His eyes flickered between the table and you. "Think we both know that isn't happening any time soon."

You hated how he saw straight through you. "Do we?"

"We do. Take a seat, sergeant." He nodded towards the stool next to him.

You stood up straighter, making a point to look directly into his eyes. "I like being eye level with you."

His foot hooked around the back of your legs and tugged you closer to him. "Think you'll find that I've still got a couple inches on you."

Your skin flushed hot, he was so close to you. You reached out and tapped his chest a couple times before realising what you were doing and removed your hand. "Think you'll find that you've had a bit too much to drink, sir."

"Simon. Thought we'd established that you can call me Simon." He leant back a little bit, relaxing in his seat. “And thought we agreed that you weren’t monitoring my alcohol intake.”

"Sorry." You squeaked.

"Sorry who?"

With a smile, you looked up at him through your lashes. You already knew what you were going to say. "Sorry... Lieutenant Riley."

He smiled. Actually smiled. It was small but it was unmistakable. "Brat."

He was beautiful when he smiled. He was always beautiful but when Simon Riley smiled… he was radiant.

You lit up at the smile but glowered at the insult. "Simon!"

"It's true." He shrugged, taking another mouthful of his drink and wincing at the taste.

"I'm stubborn. Not a brat."

"Believe me, I know you're stubborn. You've almost died like twelve times because you're stubborn. Had to save you every time." He shook his head as if it were a grievance to him.

"Could've left me behind."

"Couldn't do that. I'm your lieutenant, remember? My role is to keep you alive."

"I'm sure Price would let it slide if you had good enough reason." You thought about your Captain and wondered if he'd let you die for a good enough cause. Probably. But you held no resentment towards that fact.

Simon's head tilted to the side as he watched you think. "Don't think he'd accept brat as a reason, hm?"

You raised a finger to correct him. "Stubborn. Not a brat."

"Definitely a brat."

"Stop calling me that." You whined.

"That was the brattiest thing you've ever said. In the brattiest voice." He glared down at you. "You whined."

"You're such a dickhead, Simon." You scoffed but it was clear you were holding back a smile.

"And you're a brat. Guess we're even."

"Okay, I'm going back to my friends. To get away from this targeted attack." You paused. "Unless you want to join."

"I'll pass."

"I guessed. Do you have any friends? Maybe you could use the socialisation." You offered, wondering whether the man ever spoke to anyone when he was home or if he completely isolated himself from the rest of the world.

"Don't have friends for a reason."

That answered that for you.

"And what's that?"

"Ask too many personal questions."

He had a valid point. People did ask too many personal questions and you could understand why someone like Simon wouldn't like that.

"They wouldn't. My friends. They know we tend to be... private."

"You're a sergeant and I'm a lieutenant. Neither of us are privates." He paused to let the joke settle in. "A little army humour."

"I got it. That was good." You beamed at him, eyes crinkling in the corners at his quip.

"How much do they know of what we do?" He nodded in the direction of your friends.

You thought it over for a moment. "Very little. They know more about my teammates than anything else. Even that is limited."

He stiffened at that. "What do they know of me?"

"My quiet lieutenant with no face. Until recently." You let your eyes roam his features, taking all of him in. He was remarkable to look at really. But you'd never voice that to him.

"Hmm."

"There's more but I won't divulge with you." It was a partial joke to mess with him a little. There was some truth behind it however. You may or may not have gushed about your lieutenant to your friends. But that was nothing really. Just friendly appreciation for the man who outranked you.

"That makes me nervous."

Playing with him was too easy and too fun. "You should be."

"I'm reconsidering sitting with you and your friends now." He frowned but wasn't completely serious.

That surprised you. "You were going to?"

"Maybe." He drank more of the Scotch and trembled. "Christ, this stuff is fucking disgusting."

"Order a bourbon, something you know you actually like." You sighed. "Please do. If they're too much we can leave."

"We?" He was always questioning we.

You rolled your eyes at him. "It's always we. Teammates, y'know?"

A level of unsureness settled over his face. "I know."

"Get used to a lot of we then."

"Don't plan on seeing you again after this." The admittance stung but you weren't going to let that stop you.

"I'm sure you thought that last time as well. But here we are. Are you stalking me?" There was a hint of genuineness in the question. There was no way this second chance encounter was pure coincidence.

He shook his head, waving the bar tender over and ordering a bourbon like you'd suggested. "You're too boring for that."

"You have such a way with words. Really know how to make a lady feel special." You said dryly.

"It's a gift." He scratched at the side of his nose, absentmindedly trailing a finger over one of his scars in the process.

"They wouldn't say anything, y'know? Or stare. If you're worried about that. I've come home with my fair share of scars over the years. They understand." You pulled the neckline of your shirt to the side to show off an old bullet wound that had scarred over on your collar bone.

Simon's eyes lingered on the mark on your skin but you couldn't quite read his expression. "People always stare."

"I don't."

"No, you don't." He hesitated. "Okay then."

"Wait, really?" You perked up.

"Yes, really. Quickly. Before I change my mind, sergeant." He rose from his seat, grabbing his drink and gesturing for you to go first.

You gazed up at him. It really was easy to forget just how big he was. "Quick question first?"

He didn't seem keen. "Go ahead."

"How long were you here watching me before you sent the drink over?" You really needed to know, to see how out of it you were.

"Not long." Lie.

Your brow furrowed. "How long, Simon?"

"About forty minutes."

Your eyes widened. You didn't expect it to have been that long. "Fort- Jesus. And I didn't notice you?"

He brushed you off with a small shrug. "You were having fun. Guard was down."

"Still."

"Don't dwell on it. I was just going to leave and not let you know I was here." His eyes moved away from you, the opposite side of his eye contact problem showing.

You ducked to the side to meet his gaze again. "Why didn't you?"

He shrugged again.

You offered him a small slip of affection, just the tiniest thing. "I'm glad you didn't."

He grunted in reply, which was more than you were expecting. So, you just gestured for him to follow you towards the table of your friends where you stopped short a couple feet away. You sent a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure that Simon was still, in fact, there and hadn't pulled a Ghost and disappeared. But he was still standing there watching you when you checked. Which meant it was time for introductions... which you sucked at.

"Everybody, this is Simon. My lieutenant. Simon this is... everybody." You frowned at the crowded table in front of you. "You'll pick up names. It's alright that he joins us, yeah?"

“Of course.”

"Yeah."

"Oh, my god, yes."

"Take a seat, mate."

"Where you from, Simon?"

"Manchester."

"Ugh, he's a Manc! Moving on!"

You laughed as you squeezed into the booth with Simon next to you, trying not to touch him too much. "What did I miss? What are we talking about?"

"My husband is cheating on me." One of your friends announced dramatically.

Your eyes widened at the confession. "What? Really?"

"I suspect he is." She pouted, slumping forward onto the table.

"As if. He worships the ground you walk on. As he should. What makes you think he's cheating?" You debated whether this was a good topic to be talking about with your lieutenant sat right there. But then you figured that Simon needed some friends. And what was a better way to make friends than through some old-fashioned gossip?

"Late nights as work. Going to the gym a lot. He's not getting any fitter either."

You winced. "Ah, well that is quite damning."

"Yeah. I'm trying to build up the courage to just ask him about it."

"Yeah, confront him. If he's cheating then come to me. I know how to use a gun and hide a body." You winked at her.

"Sergeant." Simon's warning tone came from beside you.

"I'm kidding, lieutenant." You looked to your friend again and mouthed. "I'm not."

Another one of your friends spoke up, leaning on the table on his elbows. "God, you guys are so formal. Even during leave."

"We don't have to be. He refuses to call me anything other than sergeant. I think it's because he secretly doesn't know my name." You nudged Simon with your elbow and then, realising what you'd done, pulled back quickly. Maybe taking a break from the drink would be a good idea for a while.

"Not true." Ghost shook his head slowly.

"So you claim. Yet you've yet to refer to me as anything other than sergeant."

"It's fun watching you squirm thinking you have to be on your best behaviour all the time." He sent you a sly smirk, his eyes squinting just the tiniest bit.

Your jaw dropped. "I'm asking Price to reassign me. This is bullying."

"Wouldn't let Price do it." He countered, leaning in dangerously close.

"Who's Price?"

The both of you pulled back at the question and answered simultaneously. "Captain."

"Ah, okay. The one with the mutton chops, right?" One friend offered.

You nodded. "Right."

Simon huffed. "That's what you told them about Price?"

"It's his best feature."

"Christ, woman." He groaned, rubbing a hand across his face.

"Ooh, woman's a new one."

A friend volunteered in your defence. "To be fair, she's not allowed to tell us much. She usually gives us one identifying feature of every person she tells us about. So we can keep up."

"I'm assuming Soap is the fact that he's Scottish."

"Scottish with Mohawk. He gets two."

"What's Gaz?"

"Baby of the team."

"Fitting. Me?"

You stayed silent.

"What is it?"

You shook your head. "Can't say. Classified."

"Sergeant." His voice was harsh, demanding.

But you weren’t going to give in. "Lieutenant."

"I won't be insulted." His voice dropped to its familiar bored tone, as if trying to force the idea that it wouldn’t bother him.

That’s not what concerned you however. "Don't think you would be."

"Then why can't you tell me?”

"Just can't." Stellar reasoning, well done.

"I could ask them." He tilted his head in the direction of your friends, who were all watching you completely enraptured.

You didn’t back down, stare hardening at him. "Go ahead."

"Fine." He turned to the table. "What's my identifying feature?"

There was a moment of silence before someone gave in and admitted it. Traitors. "You don't have one."

There was a split second of delay before he replied. "She doesn't talk about me then?"

"Quite the opposite actually." One of your friends giggled.

Another stepped in. "Talks about you sooo much that you don't need an identifying feature. Just know who her lieutenant is."

"Besides, apparently you usually wear a mask. You have no features."

A raised finger of a counterpoint. "Arguably, the mask is the feature."

Ghost turned to you, almost smug. "You talk about me, sergeant?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Simon. You're good at what you do. I can appreciate that." You sniffed, rolling your shoulders back to force yourself to relax.

"Out loud? With your friends?"

You shot him an irritated look. "Get over yourself."

"Didn't say anything."

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. "I know what you're thinking."

"I'm sure you do." He exhaled deeply, glancing away from you towards his drink.

Your own gaze moved back towards everyone else around the table. "Moving on! What else is happening with you guys?"

"Saw your parents a couple days ago. They said they didn't know you were home."

Well, that wasn’t the jollier topic you hoped to move on to.

A fake smile automatically set itself on your face at the mention of your family. "Fuck. What did you say?"

"Lied for you and said you only just got back. Might want to call them."

"I will do that. At some point.” Lie, lie, lie.

"Mhm, your sister had another baby as well. That's what? The fourth niece or nephew you haven't met?" There was a note of condescension in your friend’s voice.

You shrugged, knowing you had a decent enough reason. If your job counted as decent. "I've been busy. And it's only the second."

"We're not judging. Your parents might be though."

"Well, that's lovely to know." You slouched down in your seat. The relationship with your parents was… touchy, to say the least. Desperately seeking their approval for years had left the bond with them strained. And you being away from home so often definitely hadn’t helped the rockiness of it all.

"Also they seem convinced that you've met a military man and are going to come home engaged or married..."

Your face scrunched in disgust. "Oh, ew. What the fuck?"

Simon elbowed you harshly in the ribs. "We're not that bad."

"Share a bunk with Soap and come back to me on that." You snapped back. Your fellow sergeant was a snorer who regularly farted in his sleep. He was like your brother but man did you hate having to sleep in close proximity to him.

"Fair point.” He grumbled back to you. “But why are they under that impression?"

"They know I don't date civilians."

"Or anyone." One of your friends mumbled in her drink.

"Thank you.” You sent her a sarcastic smile. “So they think I'm after a man in uniform."

"Aren't you?" The same friend asked.

You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw. "In... theory."

"Not in practice though." She carried on, loving the way you were squirming.

"We know not in practice, okay? Doesn't need to be said aloud.” You spared a glance at the man beside you before adding a harsh whisper. “Especially in front of my lieutenant."

"I'm sure Simon is loving this."

"It comes with the job. Family troubles and no love life." He offered some of your words back to you from earlier, shrugging. You were glad of the support from him, even if it was only your own thoughts.

"You got any friends for her Simon? Anyone on the team you think she'd be good with?"

He shook his head. "Nah, not good enough for her."

Wait, what? Not good enough? For you? Since when did he have such a high opinion of you?

A friend of yours cooed. "That's sweet. If it helps, she's great in the sack."

You choked on the mouthful of drink you were taking, slamming your glass back down. "And how exactly would you know that?!"

"I shared a house with you in uni, babes. I remember all those guys coming out of your room with dazed smiles looking as if they'd just had the time of their life." She grinned at you slyly.

Eyes wide. Jaw dropped. Heart racing. "Oh, my god. Please shut up."

"You asked."

"I didn't need such a detailed answer!” You were ignored.

"Although you may be quite rusty at the moment. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You covered your face with your hands. "For the love of everything that is good in this world, please be quiet."

"I'm just saying. We're all friends here, aren't we?" She laughed, mainly gesturing towards your higher up.

"He's my lieutenant!"

"Wait, Simon, are you single?"

You cut in before it could go any further. "Nope! Okay! So... sister? Baby. Parents? Delusional. What else?"

Everyone around the table chuckled at your reaction but moved on anyway, much to your relief.

"They're hoping you’re home for Christmas this year."

Your hand tightened around your drink. "I hope I'm not."

"Thought you'd say that."

Paying little attention to what your friend actually said, you mumbled to yourself. "That's fucking ridiculous of them. What the actual fuck?"

"We said the same." Mumbled loud enough for them to overhear apparently.

Simon looked confused. "What's the issue there?"

You failed to answer so someone else did for you. "They uninvited her to Christmas three years ago. Hasn't been back since."

"Why would they do that?"

"Didn't approve of her lifestyle."

He turned to you. "Your... lifestyle?"

"Murderer daughter." You bit back, bitterly.

His body tightened with tension. "You're not a murderer."

"Tell them that." You snorted. "Why do they want me home now?"

"Beats us.” Your friends said in weird unison.

"Wish they'd make their mind up over whether they want to disown me or not. It's exhausting trying to keep up."

The table laughed at that. Simon did not. But did he laugh at anything?

“I’m gonna get another drink. Want one?” He looked down at you, pointing vaguely at your almost empty glass.

“Uhh… sure. Thanks.” You smiled at him, which he obviously didn’t return. After briefly asking everyone else if they wanted anything, which they declined, he stalked off in the direction of the bar.

Once he was a few paces away, one of your friends practically launched herself halfway across the table and lowered her voice to a hushed whisper. "He's gorgeous, babes."

You decided to play coy. "You think?"

"You don't?" Her brow was raised in disbelieving accusation.

The coy act was dropped pretty quickly. "Oh, I know he is. Just didn't think you would."

"Well, I do. And he’s definitely your type, absolutely perfect for you. Plus he so likes you."

You scoffed. "No, he doesn't."

"He fancies the pants off of you!" She insisted.

You didn’t buy it. "I can guarantee that he does not."

"He can't take his eyes off you!"

"He has a staring problem." You shrugged, it was true.

"Yeah, the problem is that he can't stop staring at you."

You thought about it. Yeah, he stared at you a lot. But he stared at everything. Didn't mean he stared at you with... feelings or whatever your friends were implying. Just that he had a staring problem.

"Lieutenant Simon Riley does not like me." It was a finalised statement, one that you believed wholeheartedly.

"Open your eyes, babes. He likes you."

"Do you like him?"

Avoid answering. "Not allowed to like him. He's my lieutenant."

"That doesn't answer our question."

Shit.

"Maybe a little." You pinched your fingers together, there was no point lying to them, and shook your head. "Doesn't matter anyway."

"Why?"

"Because, say he did like me, he'd never admit it. And I'm not going to push him into anything. I'm just glad he's talking to me and accepting my attempt at us being friends." That was true. You were loving how he wasn’t completely rejecting your friendship. He maybe wasn’t embracing it but he wasn’t pushing you away either.

"That's so sad, babes."

"Cheers.” You deadpanned. “It can't happen anyway."

"Why not?"

"Relationships aren't allowed. Makes us a liability. My captain would reassign one of us as soon as he caught wind of it. And it would be me." The thought of Price reassigning you was horrid. You loved your team more than anything.

"Simon said he wouldn't let your captain reassign you."

That was true, he did. "He was joking... I think."

"I don't think he was. That man stares at you like he's ready to eat you. It's like listening to Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen in real life!"

Groan. "You watched Dirty Dancing again, didn't you?"

"Yes, but that's not the point. The point is that Simon looks at you with hungry eyes. And don't judge my love for Dirty Dancing." Two of your friends nodded in agreement with her.

"I'm not. I'm judging your favourite song choice when Love Is Strange by Mickey and Sylvia is clearly the superior song on the soundtrack." You said as you downed the last bit of your drink, thankful Simon was bringing you another one. Your mouth was dry and the initial buzz was wearing off. You’d need more alcohol if this interrogation was going to continue despite it probably not being the best idea.

"Blasphemy!” She declared before quietening herself. “Oop, we gotta be quiet now because he's coming back over. Simon!"

He froze in his tracks, a glass clasped in each large hand. "Yes?"

"Can you settle a debate for us?"

You froze too, wide-eyed. They weren't going to ask about him staring at you, were they?

"Sure...?"

You smiled at his unsure tone. Big, scary man who got shot at for a living was terrified of answering a little question.

"You've seen Dirty Dancing, yeah?"

You relaxed.

"I have."

Surprising.

"Which is a better song? Hungry Eyes or Love Is Strange?"

"Oh, I... uh-"

"Leave the poor man alone." You laughed despite being a little curious about his music taste.

"I always liked She's Like the Wind."

That shocked you to your core. "Patrick Swayze fan?"

"Used to have a mullet just like his." He placed your drink in front of you. "Here you go. You look surprised."

"I always am when you don't disappear. And when you admit to being a Patrick Swayze fan." You snorted, taking the drink from him.

"Learn to have a little faith, Sarge." He sighed as he sat down next to you again, an inch closer than before you were sure.

A burning feeling settled in your chest at the nickname. Sure, it was only a shortened version of your rank, and a common one at that, but it was something. Not sergeant. Not woman. Sarge. You decided to let it slide to see if he’d ever do it again of his own accord.

"Your name's Ghost for a reason." You sing-songed, the image of his mask flashing through your mind.

"I'll give you that. But remember, Simon here."

"Still weird."

"Still Simon."

You chewed the inside of your bottom lip before asking your next question. "Patrick Swayze?"

"He was blond."

"Like you, you mean?"

Hesitation. "Yeah."

You hummed and thought about him with a mullet. What an odd thing to admit to you. But you’d never complain. If Simon was willing to offer you little tidbits of silly information about himself, then you were going to absorb every single one and treasure them forever.

A/N: Simon with a mullet as a teen because he wanted to be Patrick Swayze when he grew up is canon to me now.

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 6 months

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Speak Now ♥️

Today is the day Eddie is getting married... you do your best to watch the man you love marrying someone else...

Warnings: Angst, fluff

♥️

"I think real true love, your soulmate is when you find someone who is your best friend, who you can talk about everything with and who loves you for who you are, who you can't wait to see everyday and spend the rest of your life with that person"

Steve toasts the crowd and you smile through tears, it was a beautiful best man speech.

Everyone is cheering and you plant a smile on your face as you toast along with everyone else. Best to keep smiling, even thought it feels like your heart is being crushed.

Robin squeezes your hand, you don't realise that Eddie is frozen at the head of the table after Steve's speech.

You do notice Jessica is quiet and smile at her encouragingly, trying to cheer her up. She was a real sweetheart even though she was marrying Eddie, the man you had been in love with for five years, you couldn't hate her.

It was your fault for never telling him how you felt about him and now it was too late.

It's the night before the wedding and your heart is slowly breaking. Eddie was happy though and that's all you wanted.

Jessica was wonderful and she would make Eddie happy and vice versa.

It was time for you to move on because you didn't want this heartache. Didn't want this pain in you all the time.

You just wanted to look at your friend and not be reminded about how much you loved him.

That night you go to bed, sharing a room with Nancy. She comforts you as you cry and you swear in your heart that it's the last time you're going to cry over Eddie.

Tommorow he would be a married man, you needed to accept that and finally move on. It would be difficult as hell but you needed to do it.

♥️

The wedding is set, the guests are seated and you're trying not to fall apart as the rest of the wedding party arrive.

This was it Eddie was getting married. At one point you assumed you would be the bride when it was time for him to marry or more like you daydreamed about.

Alas that dream never came true and you were here watching the most amazing man you had ever met give his heart away to someone else.

You remember the day Eddie had gotten engaged like it was yesterday, Eddie gathering the gang together with Jessica at his side as he announced the news.

He had been dating Jessica for a year and when the engagement was announced it came as a shock to everyone. Pretty much most people thought that you and Eddie would end up together at one point.

The two of you had been friends for years and the love you had for him grew and grew all the way through senior year of high school until now.

Nancy said you should have told him, Dustin, Steve, pratically all your friends told you to tell him but you never did. Eddie only thought of you his pal, his buddy, that was all.

There was no way you were risking your friendship for anything.

It's exactly why you were standing here right now with a lump in your throat as you waited for Eddie to arrive. You were a bridesmaid, Jessica had asked you and you couldn't say no.

She looked beautiful, nervous but that was to be expected. Perfect dress, perfect bride you sigh. You didn't look close enough to see the signs at that point, telling you the anxiety was something else...

When Eddie finally arrives with Dustin and Steve they are running late. Jessica's family don't look happy and Uncle Wayne has this strange resigned look on his face.

Eddie walks up the altar and you're struck for a moment at how pale he looks, paler than you've ever seen him. He must be so nervous, your heart tugs at this but you know he will be better once he's with Jessica.

The ceremony begins and you keep the smile on your face, ignoring the ache in your heart as you do.

When it gets to the part "Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace"

You feel Nancy's eyes bore into you practically begging you to say something but you can't. There's no way you can do that to Eddie or Jessica.

It turns out that someone else does it instead.

"I object" Jessica says softly and there's gasps all around when Eddie nods instead of looking heartbroken.

"I do too"

The guests are stunned, so are you and your friends. What the fuck is happening?

Jessica's parents stand up as does Uncle Wayne who looks a lot less tense than he did earlier.

Suddenly the five of them go outside for some privacy and you look to Steve helpless and desperate to know what's going on.

He and Dustin must know something because they won't meet your eye.

"Dustin? Steve? Did Eddie say anything?" you ask them and one of Jessica's cousins and fellow bridesmaid rolls her eyes.

"He's totally in love with someone else. Could have realised it fucking sooner" she snipes and you shake your head.

"There's no way" you would know he was in love with someone else. He would tell you. Right?

Steve hurries out with Dustin at his heels and literally after ten minutes of confusion they come back in and announce the wedding is off.

"It was a mutual decision" Steve assures everyone and you slump on one of the seats as shocked as everyone else.

♥️

The church was pandemonium when you left, relatives arguing with each other, saying who was at fault.

By the time you get back to your room your head is pounding. It's dark outside but it was the middle of November so that wasn't much of a suprise.

All you wanted was to have a soothing bath and then find Eddie who had been awol all day.

So it's a suprise to you when you find him sitting on your bed. He's out of his suit and in his usual jeans, band shirt and leather jacket.

He looks so exhausted and you rush to him throwing your arms around him.

"Are you okay? Where have you been?" you ask him relieved he's okay.

"Talking to Jessica's parents, Uncle Wayne, plucking up the courage to talk to you" Why would he feel nervous to talk to you? You told each other everything.

Well... Not everything.

"Where's Jessica? What's going on Eddie?" he looks up at you and his big brown eyes are full with something you can't place.

"She's gone princess, she left earlier. I thought proposing, marrying her was something I was expected to do. It turns out we were both having second thoughts for a long time"

You process all of this as you sit beside him and stay silent as he continues to speak.

"We just both knew it wasn't what we wanted, we weren't what each other wanted, should have realised sooner. I know" he gives you a little smile and you squeeze his hand.

"Oh Eddie, I am sorry" he swallows and you realise that his hands are shaking.

"Steve's speech last night made something just click into place in my head. What he talked about when finding your soulmate, one true love. I've never thought about Jessica like that"

What Jessica's cousin said comes back to you and you have to ask him.

"Eddie are you in love with someone else?" he nods and you gape at him. '' Who? Eddie you've been keeping this to yourself and driving yourself crazy. You could have told me"

He's quiet for a few seconds then slowly brings your hand up to his and kisses it.

"Kinda hard when it's you who I'm in love with princess" he says gently and you feel like your heart stops for a split second.

"You what?" he looks nervous and a blush creeps up his cheeks.

"I'm in love with you sweetheart. You're my soulmate and who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I finally realised last night, thought its been building for a little while now. Just needed that final thump on the head as Steve would say"

That's why Dustin and Steve wouldn't answer your questions. Tears pool in your eyes, happy tears and Eddie sees them and panics.

"Shit sweetheart. If you don't feel the same way then..." You kiss him, there and then and despite the circumstances it's perfect.

"I love you Eddie Munson, always have" he blinks stunned and then the words register and a beaming smile spreads across his face, all dimples.

"I love you princess. I'm so fucking sorry I've been such a dumbass and took so long to realise"

That was okay. You had a lifetime together to make up for it.

♥️

Exactly six months later your dream of marrying Eddie comes true.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic

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saerins · 4 months

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⋆୨ chapter four ୧˚ behind a box of reasons why

⋆୨ if not for you (masterlist) ⋆୨ previous: chapter three - for a while, you were all mine <> next: chapter five - if not for this love of mine ୧˚

⋆୨ synopsis ୧˚ neither of you want this. both you and sae reluctantly agree to this marriage, although sae’s dissatisfaction far outweighs your own. with hidden agendas and old flames, will this ever work out between the two of you, or will your forced spark be doomed to fail?

ೀ series: sae x f!reader | wc 7.3k | ೀ content warnings: fluff/angst, modern au, arranged marriage, rich!sae and rich!reader, jealousy/paranoia, third parties, abuse/gaslighting, some blood, trauma sharing | notes: sorry if there’s any mistakes !! rushed this out and had no time to proof >_< but heh i tried to keep angst minimal so enjoy <3

Tumultuous is a fair word to describe your honeymoon. Between being over the moon when Sae finally started acting like an actual husband to you and being down in the dumps when you realise that he’s still in contact with the ex-girlfriend that he had apparently promised to wait forever for, you’re still a little conflicted.

Still, you’re easy to appease, given how easily you believed him when he promised you he’d stay. You chalk it up to you being efficient—you’re not about to let your overactive imagination ruin your days. You’re just going to trust Sae, even with that little seed of doubt already planted in your mind.

There’s a part of you that believes he wouldn’t bother promising anything he didn’t mean; although you should know he could, given the day of your wedding, both of you lying through your teeths about loving each other. You’d like to believe that the present is different somehow.

It proves hard to do though, given how you’re achingly suspicious every single time a routine changes.

Like this morning, when Sae tells you he’s taken the day off and tells you it’s for no particular reason when you asked him about it. That paranoid voice in your head keeps wondering if he’s just using that time to meet with Mirin.

The chat messages you saw from her that day is an indication that they’re still on friendly terms, if anything. And somehow, it’s enough to make your stomach churn.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?”

Your coworker and best friend at work, Sumi, asks as she swivels her chair around to look at you, the concern lining her brows.

“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” you tell her, trying to brush it off as you offer the widest smile you can manage.

Sumi sighs, the scepticism clear on her face. “You’re always bottling things up to yourself,” she chides, with a hint of motherly affection your own lacks. “If you need to rant just remember I’ll listen to you anytime, okay?”

Days like this, you’re thankful for nice people like her who treat you normally despite knowing you’re the owner’s daughter. Even working in a subsidiary they own, it’s hard to escape the greedy ones who try to get close for perks.

“Thanks, Sumi,” you tell her, a genuine smile on your face this time. “Maybe I’ll take you up on it one day.”

You’re usually grounded, and you don’t usually allow stray thoughts to influence your mood or decisions. But somehow, it’s difficult when it comes to Sae, and you have to wonder whether it’s because this is the first time you think you’re in love with someone.

How would you know what it is, anyway? How should you know if it’s what you’re feeling? You’d thought Reo was someone you loved, but that felt entirely different. It was always comfortable, like a safe space that you’d rather keep stagnant than to try rocking the boat.

You think about it the entire trip home. Back home, where you’re wondering if Sae’s there, or whether he’s out with—god, you don’t even want to think her name.

When you open the door, you don’t see anyone there, and you feel a sinking in your chest. You’d been hoping that he’d be there and you can keep from overthinking, but maybe that’s asking too much. And just when you’re ready to give up and pour yourself a bath and hope to fall asleep while having one, you hear someone clearing their throat as you retreat down the corridor to your room.

Spinning around, you see your husband there, hair a mess and face stoic as usual, looking like how you first left him in the morning. You blink once, twice, wondering if you’re dreaming. Sae doesn’t usually like to stay cooped up in his room, which was why you’d thought he wasn’t home in the first place, but it looks like you thought wrong. (Yay!)

Sae’s about to speak when you cut him off.

“Oh! Right, dinner—let me put my stuff down and I’ll cook something up!” You’re already bounding down towards your room as Sae tries to call out your name, unfortunately falling on deaf ears.

But he doesn’t have to wait much to get a reaction out of you, your mind twirling a thousand possibilities in your head as to why the fuck your stuff are gone from your room.

Sae thinks it’s absolutely comical how the first things he hears out of your mouth are: “Sae, are you kicking me out? Where’d you send my stuff?”

Because in every single universe, that would be your first thought.

He doesn’t say a thing, only offering you a roll of his eyes and a sigh as he gestures with his hands for you to walk the other way.

So you do—slowly. You walk towards him, furrowed brows and eyes searching his expression for answers which, unfortunately, do not give anything away because he’s annoying like that.

Fifteen agonising seconds (for Sae) later, you open his bedroom door to find your “missing” items.

The books you’re reading are on one side of the nightstand, your clothes that you’d haphazardly collected on a pile on your chair are in a similar arrangement on the other side of the room where the study desk stands, and even your beloved Santa doll is situated on one side of the king-sized bed, sitting atop the pillow.

Turning around to face Sae again, you suddenly feel the guilt wash over you. While you were thinking that he’d go out and meet his old flame, he probably spent the whole time carefully moving everything over.

To his bedroom.

It takes you a while to really connect the dots.

Sae, on the other hand, is too impatient to wait for you to speak, your mouth slightly open and looking like a total idiot. For once, the expression you see on his face isn��t completely stoic. There’s a lilt in his eyes, and a hint of a smirk tugging on his lips.

“Okay, you figure out where the fuck your room is, and I’ll sit here and wait for you,” he tells you, the playful sarcasm dripping from his lips, his inviting subtle chuckle sounding like the signal of forever.

He sits down on the couch, idly flipping through the channels while you enter the bedroom further and take your time looking around. And by that, you mean to make sure you’re not dreaming.

You slap your face a couple times, you open the cupboard to ascertain your clothes are there, you peek into the bathroom to find that Sae is unexpectedly kind of corny because you find matching his and hers sets of toiletries.

A few minutes later, you find yourself at the doorway, Sae looking at you expectantly, brows raised. “Yes, wife?”

Now he thinks you’re kind of pathetic because he can see your face light up from just a little call of your title. But Sae thinks he might like that look on you. Maybe a little too much than he’s comfortable with.

Your excited grin dissolves into a sheepish one. “That sounds kinda corny.”

Sae shrugs, getting up off the couch, “guess that’s the last time I’ll call you that then—” But he doesn’t get to finish his sentence because you slap your hand across his mouth, and Sae can almost laugh at how different you are from the first time he saw you. Still as pretty, just a little less reserved, a little more happy.

“I take that back,” you tell him, giggling and skipping away to the kitchen, not giving him any time for a rebuttal. “What do you feel like tonight? Fish?”

He follows you, looking over your shoulder as you get the food ready. “Anything, as long as you’re cooking,” Sae says, as if it’s normal that he says shit like that and it takes everything in you not to make too big a deal out of anything he says. “Oh, I’m going out drinking with the guys later by the way, so you can get to bed first.”

Yeah, as if you can get to bed when you’re that happy and excited. Later that night you just end up tossing and turning in bed, grinning yourself silly. And who can blame you? It’s the first proper time that Sae is solidifying that he’s had a change of heart. Even if it’s in spite of all your uncertainties. To which Reo had told you to try talking to him and asking him about it because he’s your husband and you really shouldn’t have to be afraid of talking about the difficult stuff when you have to be with him forever.

Reo’s right, you know that. But you’ll hold off on it. Only because you don’t want to possibly ruin this right after it barely started. It’s foolish, but you really don’t want to go back to square one.

Even if it’s the right thing to do.

That night, Sae gets home only after three, to which he finds you peacefully sleeping on your side of the bed, phone still with its screen lit up. You must’ve been scrolling through it before you passed out.

If he was sober, maybe he would’ve allowed himself to think that this gesture of his was just a whim, that it was a moment of weakness. That you don’t really mean all that much to him. After all, how could you, when he just met you not long ago?

But he finds himself treading carefully, and he finds himself moving quietly, all in the name of not disturbing your sleep. And maybe he can’t convince himself you don’t mean that much to him anymore.

While he gently settles himself on the other side of the bed, your phone buzzes and Sae looks over, your text chat with Reo left open on your screen. The slept already? weak. message he just sent you would’ve been left at that by Sae, except he sees one message at the top, a night, stupid. call me if you need anything.

And so maybe he feels more for you than he thinks. Because there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that message especially because Reo’s your best friend but Sae’s stupid in relationships and he scrolls a little bit upwards and sees the previous message from Reo.

maybe i should marry you instead, sae who 😇

It’s irrational how much it can bother him. Even if it’s dated over a month ago.

When you wake up the next morning, you find yourself pressed up against Sae, his head atop of yours, his arms wrapped around your waist. His breathing’s slow and steady and he’s definitely not up for work, it looks like. And neither are you, because this moment feels precious and you’re not sure what spurred that on, to hug you to sleep out of nowhere, maybe it’s the alcohol, but whatever it is, you’re thankful for it.

At times like this, you’re grateful for the fact that your parents own the company. They’ll be fine if their daughter ditches a day of work. Especially since this was what they wanted from the start—for the marriage to work.

ok, i’ll pick you up later. see you, stupid.

“Someone’s in a good mood.”

Frantically, you try to suppress your grin and lock your phone screen, but it doesn’t escape her—your reason for being happy.

“Meeting your husband for dinner tonight?” Sumi asks, looking like she’s been bored out of her mind for the past half hour anyway.

Deciding it’s pointless to act coy, you nod. “Managed to convince him to cook with me so we’re just gonna stop by the market later.”

“Wow, look at you guys,” she cajoles, nudging you playfully on the elbow. “You know, the first few weeks of your marriage you looked absolutely miserable, I was beginning to wonder if he was abusing you or something.”

You laugh awkwardly, because you can’t blame her for that. For the first few weeks you’d been spacing out at work, going home looking so downtrodden, and then going back to work looking like a zombie. It’s not that much of a stretch for Sumi to think so.

“If he ever treats you like shit, you tell me, okay?” Sumi tells you, looking as fierce as she can muster. Which is funny because she’s a small petite-sized girl, not any older than you and has such pretty brown doe eyes that it’s almost more adorable than angry. “I’ll beat the shit out of him.”

Later on, when Sae waits for you in his car at the lobby, Sumi follows you, curious to see what your husband even looks like because she wasn’t invited to your wedding despite your adamant requests to your parents to include her. Lucky for you, she’s understanding enough.

“Hey, from here your husband looks kinda handsome,” she whispers to you, trying to make out what he really looks like from behind the tinted windows, but it’s hard to see especially when Sae has his shades on. Still, Sumi tries to wear her cynical face, “but a husband who doesn’t even open the door for his wife? What a—”

As if sensing her cynicism, Sae hops out of his car at that moment, black Burberry wool coat shielding him from the cold. He looks straight out of a magazine that you can’t even blame Sumi for gaping as he walks over.

“Hey, ready to go?” He asks you, ignoring Sumi at the side who’s completely gone mute.

“Yeah let’s go,” you tell him, internally laughing at how meek Sumi turns, reminding yourself to make fun of her tomorrow for it until your mind goes completely blank as Sae plants a kiss on your cheek.

You’ve been able to process when his affections go on in private, or around strangers who barely pay any attention, but when he kisses you in front of your friend, you’re half-embarrassed and half-flattered.

Sae puts his hand on the small of your back, starting to guide you to the passenger seat before he turns back to look at Sumi. “Do you need a ride too?”

Sumi hurriedly waves both her hands, shaking her head. “No no, it’s fine I wouldn’t want to interrupt your date,” she tells him, and you snicker. She’s being a whole lot more polite than you’re used to her being but you suppose it’s not weird for people to be intimidated by Sae.

He nods curtly in acknowledgement before he goes around to the driver’s seat, Sumi mouthing a ‘have fun’ as she winks at you.

That’s exactly what you plan to do—you and Sae being at the grocery store together makes you feel like everyday life with Sae, even if it’s doing something simple like this, it really won’t be so bad. His initial cold shoulder and semi-hostile nature has completely gone, and he’s been initiating a lot of things too that you wouldn’t feel right doubting him too much over whatever you might’ve seen back in Korea. Or maybe it’s just your aversion to confrontation that’s speaking.

Either way, you decide to shove it to the back of your mind for the future you to deal with.

A flick to your forehead brings you back to Sae, his deadpan face unamused as he finishes the self-checkout.

“What’re you daydreaming about?”

With a cheeky grin, you shake your head. “Nothingggg.”

Sae clicks his tongue, brushing his card against the reader and doesn’t even wait for the receipt before he’s pushing the trolley full of dinner out to the car. “Mm, must be about me then.”

You feel the heat creep up to your cheeks, pouting as he raises a brow at you, taunting you to deny him. But you don’t, because you’re honest to a fault and Sae knows that.

He suppresses a grin, looking smug as he loads the food onto the trunk, earning a smack on his arms from you.

The ride back to the apartment is so different from the first that you can barely believe it. Sae’s cursing out everyone he had to deal with at work today and you know he’s only doing it because he’s comfortable with you now and it warms your heart. Compared to the first time where he barely spoke to you or even deigned to look at you, you’re impossibly happy right now, your playlist blasting over the speakers while Sae entertains your questions about his day.

“If you hate it so much, why’d you agree to take over the business then?” You ask, though quietly, because you’re not sure if it’s too sensitive of a question.

Sae goes silent for a second, like he’s considering whether he wants to tell you. “There was something else I wanted to do.”

He’s not really answering you, but he’s trying to give you something, and that’s all you really need.

“What was it?”

By instinct, he drives slower whenever he’s thinking. His hand on the joystick tenses up a little, gripping it slightly tighter before he ultimately releases it and shakes his head. He looks in your direction before looking back to the road ahead.

“I’ll tell you next time, okay?”

If he isn’t ready to share, then you’re not willing to press him either.

“Okay.”

By the time you reach home, the atmosphere between you and Sae has dissolved to normal, and you’re all for a wonderful date night in, happily thinking how you should torture Sae by giving him some insanely difficult tasks just to see how he would handle it—until you realise the world loves giving you bad surprises.

The moment you open the front door, your laughter dissipates, replaced by a perplexed smile as you notice the two guests sitting in the living room.

“Darling, there you are!”

Your mother bursts forward to hug you while your father remains expressionless, standing in the bright living room, black suit a stark contrast against the white walls.

Behind you, Sae sticks close, whispering an are you okay? in your ear, waiting for your nod before he relegates to the kitchen to put down the groceries.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind, we had a copy of the key since we were helping to furnish the place for you both and we just missed our baby so much that we wanted to drop by,” your mother announces, and you already want to gag from the amount of bullshit you hear.

This is definitely not normal parenting.

“Would you like some tea?”

From the kitchen, you can already hear Sae brewing something. You want to help him, but your mind goes numb, drawing a blank. It’s never good news whenever you see your parents. Their care has always been a ruse for some other agenda, and you don’t know if you want to know what they’re really here for.

Questions fill your mind. Questions like why must they come at such a time? or why are they here at all? and then comes the feeling of impending doom all because that since you’ve been young, you’d only ever been taught that your parents’ will are absolute and that you’d rather die than have to disobey and suffer the consequences.

But a warm hand on yours begs to differ. Before then, you didn’t even realise you were trembling.

“You sure you’re okay?” Sae’s right there, beside you, already made sure your parents are distracted by the tea. Calloused fingers intertwined with yours, a gentle squeeze—one, two, three times—to get you to calm down.

“Yeah, I’m fine, really.”

“Sure you don’t wanna just tell ‘em to go?”

“I can’t.”

Two simple words and Sae doesn’t ask any more. There’s a certain kind of comfort to know that he’s here with you, that he’s someone like you, that he knows what you’re going through and out of everyone, he would understand. Two older siblings who unfortunately have to obey their parents’ every wish for probably different reasons and yet suffer in the same way anyway.

“Let’s go,” he tells you, gently dragging you by the pinky. “I’ll take your side whatever it is, so don’t worry so much. We’ll get them out of here in no time.”

Sae makes it sound so easy he makes you nearly believe it. But you of all people know your parents are anything but easy.

About five minutes into small talk (and by that you mean that they’re skirting around, asking about all the pictures hung up in the house, asking why you two still looked kind of awkward when your pictures show otherwise, and last but not least a very awkward question your mum threw about asking for a grandson to which Sae had choked on his tea), your father wastes no more time trying to get to the point.

“So, Sae, how’s our daughter treating you?”

Caught off guard by the question, Sae clears his throat, picking his words wisely. “She’s perfect, sir. Why do you ask?”

Internally, you’re grateful he’s being more polite than he usually cares to be. Can he feel you stressing out beside him?

“Nothing, just curious.” Your father throws you a dirty stare before focusing his attention back on Sae. “So nothing’s been off, then? Everything’s all good?”

Sae’s just as confused as you are, but he keeps his cool, nodding. “Everything’s great. We were actually having a date night in before, well, we saw the both of you here.”

Your father doesn’t say anything much after that. Your mother does most of the talking, but you know this is all just part of their plan. That’s what they always do. Your father is the one who’s straight to business, doesn’t waste his time or energy speaking in some roundabout manner. But he’s not a businessman for nothing—you can’t get anywhere without establishing a connection, and that’s always where your mother comes in. She’s always charming to people who aren’t aware of the inner workings in your family. That’s why you’re immune to it. And after hearing so many negative things surrounding your parents, it looks like Sae is as well.

The next ten, twenty minutes are carried by your mother, talking about anything and everything in the world. Sae talks more so you don’t have to.

“It’s fine, you can pick that up, we’ll have some alone time with our daughter,” your father says after noticing that Sae’s phone has been vibrating for a while now. There’s a pattern—his phone vibrates, Sae silences it, it starts vibrating again. Like the caller either has some emergency or they know nothing about personal space.

Sae’s about to reject again when you put your hand over his, squeezing it in the same way he did. “It’s fine, just go.” And come back soon because I don’t want to be left alone with them for too long—you try to telepathically implant that thought in his head, anxiety gripping tightly onto you.

It’s not like he wants to leave you defenceless, either. He of all people know what toxic parents are like and yours are class A vultures. But he’ll get this call out of the way and then switch his phone off and help you get out of whatever this is.

But then he sees the caller ID and he stills for a minute before picking it up. “Mirin?”

Over the phone, he can hear her muffled voice, saying his name and then a string of words he can’t understand.

“Hey slow down, what’s wrong?”

Mirin’s just sniffling now, and maybe it’s because of all the years of friendship and relationship they had that she can still tug on Sae’s heartstring.

“Remember that you said you’d be there for me if I needed you?” She asks, half sobbing in between. Sae doesn’t know what to answer her, so he keeps quiet. “I really really need you right now.”

Sae hesitates a little. “How bad is it? Can it wait because—”

Mirin’s sobbing gets even louder. “No, please, I just… I really need you here, Sae.”

Maybe it’s because he rarely ever heard her cry like this. Or maybe it’s because of how it’s different when there’s someone crying and begging for him that the words just slip out of his mouth before he realises it.

“Okay, okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Wait for me, yeah?”

Out in the dining room, you’re drumming your fingers nervously on your thighs, shrinking under the heat of your father’s gaze.

“So, have you been behaving, Y/N?” It’s your father speaking, and he’s as relentless as ever. The moment Sae is out of earshot, he’s back to his authoritative tone, the one that he used to ring terror on you and your little sister as children. The one he still uses to this day to assert his authority over you. To remind you that you’re being seen as his properties, that you’re just a cog in the machine that runs for him.

Even if you’re not sure what he’s referring to, you nod anyway. You haven’t done anything wrong.

Somehow, you feel like nothing you do can appease him, because the next moment, he’s heaving a deep sigh, getting up and sitting himself in Sae’s seat, flipping his iPad open and scrolling through something on the screen.

What he shows you next makes your heart sink to your ass.

It’s a picture of when you met Reo last, before you went to Korea, when you were confiding in him about Mirin. There’s nothing wrong with meeting him, you know that. In fact, your parents keep a good relationship with his for a reason. They just never pushed you to marry Reo because there are bigger fish; namely, the Itoshis. But what’s wrong with it is the angle from which it was taken; it’s from behind Reo, and the way he’s leaning forward and your eyes happen to be closed, it looks like you’re kissing him.

You can tell your father a thousand times that that’s not what’s going on and that the angle is misleading, but you know that’s not what he’s nitpicking about. It’s about how you carry yourself, you can recall from those lessons he tried to instil in you as a child. It’s about not giving anyone else anything to say anything about.

“We were just having—”

“I don’t care, Y/N,” your father sighs, rubbing his temples, entirely frustrated for god knows what reason. “I don’t care if you want to be a fucking tramp and fool around with someone else when you’re already married. But if you do so, you better make fucking sure no one sees you.”

There must be an art to how he can say words so cruel, filled with toxin and yet his face remains so straight. There must also be an art on how to not give two fucks because your mother’s in her original seat, sipping on her tea as though this is a normal evening as any.

“Dad, I’m not doing anything wrong with—”

“Do you know how hard it was for us to convince the Itoshis that you’d make an excellent wife?” He cuts you off once again, spitting words that could break your bones. “And here you are, flaunting around town with that Mikage boy.”

Is it bad to say you’ve lost all will to fight when you realise your parents don’t care one bit if you’re in the right or wrong? You want to ask how they managed to get such a picture too, but you doubt they’d entertain anything from you right now.

“You know, we thought you were finally useful after all this time,” your father ponders out loud, eyes fixed on the marble tabletop instead of at his own daughter. “But here you go again, making a mess of everything.”

You’re about to speak, but this time it’s your mother that cuts you off.

“Honey, I don’t think you realise the gravity of the situation,” she says, her voice silky smooth and calm even though what she’s saying is quite the opposite. “This marriage marked a wonderful partnership with the Itoshi company, the merger is almost finished and we don’t want you to ruin it all by wasting your time with some second-rate boy.”

That must be the first time you feel the anger bubbling up and threatening to burst where all other times you’d feel scared. To call Reo second-rate is uncalled for, and your fist clenches, ready to argue, when you hear your father chuckling beside you.

“Looks like this girl can’t control her temper either,” he says, as though you aren’t even here. “That Mikage boy aside, looks like our poor girl here can’t even control her finances.”

“What?”

By now you’re more than just a little confused. You’re used to them having a say in everything when you still lived with them. But now that you’ve already moved out, you’re already used to the freedom that came with not having to worry about them criticising your every move. Turns out, that was premature. Even after moving out, they still make sure to keep track of every single thing.

“Tell me why there’s barely any money left in your account,” your father demands, tone lacking any sort of sympathy and choosing to go full on accusatory. “Did you just go insane and spend it all? Did we bring you up to be a spoiled brat, is that it?”

There’s a dagger to your heart with every single syllable. Finally coming to terms with the fact that your parents never loved you nor cared about your wellbeing hits harder than you expected. They didn’t miss their daughter nor did they care about her happiness in the marriage. It was only ever about them them them.

“I didn’t—”

“Honestly, after all this time you still haven’t learned to control yourself. First it’s with Mikage and now it’s with money—”

“I’m afraid that was my doing, actually.” Sae cuts your father off, stepping in for you, reappearing at the kitchen doorway. His teal eyes are cold, staring straight at your father. “I told her to move it to a joint account since we’ll be sharing finances.”

Your father narrows his gaze, shifting his attention to your husband, your hands shaking under the table. Why does it feel like some bad confrontation is going to happen? One thing’s for sure: your father doesn’t like that rebellious tone of his.

“And what makes you think you qualify for that? What if you try to swindle my dearest daughter out of all her money? As her father I’m sure you can understand why I have my concerns.”

For the most part, it looks like Sae is unfazed, and why wouldn’t he be? From what you gather, it doesn’t look like he’s had such an easy childhood either.

“Then as her father, I’m pretty sure you’d want the best for your daughter, right?” Sae asks, more taunting than anything. “She’s chosen to put her trust in me, so I’m handling it. She doesn’t have to worry. Sounds like a good deal, no?”

Sensing the defiance oozing out of Sae, your father goes back to his favourite target: you.

“Is that right? You trust your husband over your father’s words now?”

The threat in his eyes is real. They’re daring you to go against him, like they just know you’re way too scared to. But then you catch the pair of eyes behind him—the teal ones that look at you gentler than they’ve ever been—and suddenly, it doesn’t seem so scary.

A single nod of affirmation from Sae is enough to give you that pump of courage that you need.

“I trust Sae a hundred percent,” is all you say, deciding that’s enough to get your point across.

But maybe you’d been obedient a little too long, and you’d been spared from how harsh your father could be for too many seasons that you didn’t see it coming. You’d forgotten how cruel he can be, both mentally and physically.

With his hand raised, you watch it go up the same angle like it always did back then, and you’re reminded now of just how much force is behind one of his slaps. You remember the way your little sister cried as she hugged her teddy bear, watching you take the blame for her mistakes and bearing the brunt of your father’s anger. Your eyes squeeze shut, the fear taking over.

You wait for it to land, but it doesn’t.

When your eyes open, Sae’s there, his hand around your father’s wrist, a vein appearing on his forehead as he stares him down.

“You may be her father, but I’ll have to tell you this: don’t you dare hit my wife.” Sae’s more menacing than you thought he could be. His knuckles are white, your father feeling the force before yanking his own hand away.

As always, he’ll look at you with all the hatred he can muster, unwilling to back down. “You ungrateful little bitch—” His words still hurt, but you catch sight of the pot of tea he’s thrusting towards you and you squeal, instinctively cowering backwards. Either way, either the scalding hot tea or the porcelain with which it’s made is going to hit you.

But once again, you’re proven right to trust Sae, because he’s in front of you in a heartbeat, shielding your body from any harm, letting the pot hit the floor, breaking into countless little pieces, some tea splattering onto your arm and you can’t even imagine how badly Sae got hit.

Still, he doesn’t wince even a little bit. He’s still staring at your father, but with his back facing you, you can’t really see him.

“Mr L/N, this is the last time I’m going to tell you nicely. If you dare to hurt Y/N again, I’ll personally stop the dealings myself.”

Your father bursts out laughing at Sae’s declaration, as if he doesn’t believe that Sae has that sort of authority. In all honesty, you’re not sure if he has. But you appreciate the thought. You’re still a little shaken up, eyeing all the little sharp pieces of glass all around the floor.

“Honey.” Your mother’s voice is soft but firm, and she’s only glaring at your father. It’s a look that tells him he needs to back off. It’s a warning, only because she’s his only anchor. She doesn’t care about any of this that’s going on, only at the fact that offending Sae might put their relationship with the Itoshis at risk.

Clicking his tongue, your father rolls his eyes and gets up and you can’t even wish for him to accidentally step on a piece of glass because he’s wearing his shoes in the house. Always prepared.

“Suit yourself,” is his last parting words before he strolls out of the apartment, banging the door shut behind him and leaving you two to the mess.

The first thing you do after they leave is get up and make sure Sae’s okay—although you’re quick to realise he’s not, because his pants are soaked with the tea and there are cuts on his feet and ankles, none too deep but they are still the result of your father’s temper and you feel only guilt. He got into this shit because he was trying to defend you.

But you find out that you’re always underestimating Sae when you feel his strong grip around your arm, preventing you from moving even more.

“Hey, careful, you’ll get hurt,” he tells you, harshly but only because he cares.

You manage a weak smile, “says the one who’s already hurt.”

Sae chuckles, ruffling your hair. “It’s fine, just some small cuts. But you really weren’t lying about your parents. Real piece of work.”

Fifteen minutes later, the two of you are sitting on the couch, Sae letting you tend to his wounds. You have the first aid kit out, and the mess in the dining room is long gone, both you and Sae’s date night ruined because of it.

“Sorry about him. He’s… always been like that.”

There’s a sombre mood in the air, but Sae sighs and flicks you on the forehead. “It’s not your fault, don’t apologise.”

You smile at him, a quiet understanding falling into place. You don’t need to explain your father’s temper and Sae doesn’t need your apologies.

“For what it’s worth, thank you.”

Sae nods, though he feels there’s nothing to thank him for. It may have taken him a while, but he’s figuring this out slowly. If anything, he’s sorry it’s taking him so long. It’s just that since the longest time, there was only one person he’d thought of marrying and now… there’s you.

Your hand reaches out to his feet, dabbing alcohol lightly on the cuts, and Sae doesn’t even flinch. You slowly reach the cuts on his ankle until you freeze.

“It won’t hurt so don’t worry,” Sae tells you, as if you’re the one that needs consoling.

You furrow your brows, unsure, though you heed his words and dab on it lightly. There’s a big scar lining his ankles, and now that he’s changed out into his shorts, you see a similar one lining his knees. All on the right side.

“You can ask if you want to.”

Trust it to Sae to figure out what’s going on in your head.

“How did you get it?”

Sae smiles, but it’s filled with more melancholy than mirth. His eyes seem like they’re gazing into thin air. “Your father seems to use his own physicality when he’s unhappy with something,” Sae ponders, eyes focusing back on your face. “Mine tends to leave me alone. Until I leave him with no other choice but to hire other people to do the hurting.”

You listen to him as you tend to all the cuts, trying to be gentler with the red on his skin, burned slightly from the tea.

“I told you I wanted to do something else right?”

You nod.

“I was dead set on a soccer career instead of taking over the business.”

“You mean, like Rin is now?”

Sae nods. “Yep. Exactly like Rin. Taught that little guy everything he knew.” He chuckles a little, and you can see how fond he is of his little brother, even if he doesn’t express it all that much. “But once they found out both of us wanted nothing to do with their business, that’s when things got ugly. I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say they have a certain vision that they wanted me to uphold, and this—” he gestures to the scars on his leg—“was a warning of what would happen to Rin if I refused.”

As an older sibling yourself, you guess you can understand why Sae quit. But going so far as to hurt your own children like that—both your father and his seem to be assholes in their own rights.

“Can you still play at all?” You ask, out of genuine curiosity.

Sae sighs, pondering. “Yeah, but I get tackled once and that’s probably it for me,” he says, trying to lighten the mood with a laugh. “Why? Wanna watch me play that bad?”

You grin. “Depends, is my dear husband gonna let me?”

Sae’s brows raise in surprise. “Oh, someone’s getting comfortable,” he points out, and you can’t stop grinning, earning a shake of his head. “Maybe next time, stupid. We still got dinner.”

“Okay since you’re hurt, I’m gonna cook, okay?”

“I got a few cuts, I’m not a cripple.”

“La la la can’t hear you,” you hum, winking at him before skipping over to the kitchen, intent on saving date night by at least cooking a decent dinner.

Back at the couch, Sae suppresses a smile as he looks at you, and he wonders what is it about you that he can’t shake off, that he can’t help but let in. He tilts his head in wonder; maybe it’s your adamant nature. In how you’re always nice no matter how much of an asshole he is.

After seeing what your father is like, he feels the guilt building up from the back of his head. If that’s what you had to endure everyday as a child, he doesn’t find your demeanour now to be all that weird.

Before he can even think of anything else, he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket.

Fuck, it’s Mirin. It’s Mirin who he’d promised to go find because whatever it is she’s going through, it sounds like a lot and she’s sobbing her guts out, apparently. And now he doesn’t know what the fuck to do.

“Do you want spicy or garlicky?”

It’s something so small, so tiny—just your voice from the kitchen, the clanging of pans as you hurry to cook a dish for him, and the fact that he knows you’d let him go if he told you he has somewhere to be.

Just like that, the answer isn’t so complicated anymore.

He rejects the call and opens up her message thread, typing in a won’t make it tonight, sorry before he switches off his phone.

“Mmm, garlicky,” he says the moment he reaches you, standing behind you as he watches you mix the sauce together.

You bring a spoonful up to your lips, tasting it. “Think it needs some salt, what about you?” You ask, offering him the small concoction in your saucer pan.

But Sae doesn’t take it, instead he leans forward and presses his lips against yours, his tongue savouring every single inch of you he can taste, his hand on your waist, pulling you close.

When he pulls away, you can’t help but stare at him blankly, in a daze because is this really happening? Sae can tell what’s going on in your head, but he throws you a bone by not teasing you about it.

“I think it’s perfect.”

By the next time you see Sumi in the office, she can sense the radiant glow from your face, hurriedly rushing over to your desk.

“Wow, I take it date night went well?”

You nod, not being able to contain your surprise. “Very well.”

Sumi asks for the details, and you divulge, since at this point, Sumi��s the one you trust the most. Even if she’s a little loud most of the time, you’re sure that you can call her a good friend.

“I’m so jealous, your marriage sounds like a dream,” she gushes while the two of you are having lunch.

You hesitate a little, the mention of it makes you think back to the Mirin issue. So far, you haven’t seen anything else that are any red flags, so at least that’s a step in the right direction… right?

“Uh oh, I know that look, tell me!”

So you give her the bare minimum, about how Sae had an ex-girlfriend who he seemingly can’t get over, about her calling him during the honeymoon and your little stalking spree. Sumi immediately does the same, typing in her phone before scrolling through her posts, unimpressed.

“She looks like she’s trouble,” Sumi remarks offhandedly, thumb pressing on the story that she apparently just uploaded five minutes ago and you completely freeze up. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

Her story seems completely innocent until you realise you can tell exactly where she is: in your own house, at your own kitchen, taking a picture where Sae’s hand is barely visible, no doubt in a bid to make it seem mysterious.

“She’s in my fucking house.”

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Hi there!! I’m the anon that requested the wedding date fic, which was absolutely fabulous, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to write about Jamie and reader’s wedding? It doesn’t need to be a continuation of that fic (and obviously you don’t need to write it if you’re not vibing with it!) I just thought it could be cute 💚

it took me a while to vibe with it, but I finally did!! Thanks for the request!

right words at the right time

“Don’t bite your nails!” your sister shrieks from across the room. You whip your hand out of your mouth.

“I wasn’t,” you reply.

She raises an eyebrow. “Sure. Sure you weren’t. Here, eat something instead.”

“I can’t,” you say. “I’m too nervous. What if something goes wrong?”

“Like what?” Keeley asks from her position by the mirror. She slicks back a flyaway hair and dabs at the corner of her mouth.

“I dunno, what if- what if I trip? What if Ted forgets what he’s supposed to say? What if Jamie says no?”

Your sister and Keeley exchange a look.

“He’s the one who asked you,” Rebecca says before either of them can can snark back at you.

You’re still not convinced. “What if he’s changed his mind?” you ask worriedly.

Your sister bangs her head against the wall. You weren’t this nervous last night when you were out partying with the girls. None of the women in the room are quite sure what’s come over you.

“He hasn’t changed his mind,” Rebecca says in a placating tone. “Look at your hand. See that diamond? Does that look like something Jamie would forget about?”

“No,” you reply weakly. “But what if he wants it back? Or remembers that he’s famous and rich and I literally am neither of those things. I have a face that was made for the radio!”

“Oh my god,” you sister says, throwing her hands in the air. “He’s marrying you. Please calm the fuck down. You literally have to walk down the aisle in half an hour.”

Your nail is in your mouth again so Keeley reaches up and smacks it away.

She says, “Babes, I love you to fucking pieces, but you seriously need to calm down, yeah? It’s alright.”

There’s a knock on the door and you jump.

“Almost ready?” Ted asks. “The boys are getting mighty anxious out there.”

‘The boys’ he’s referring to are the entirety of AFC Richmond, who may have been the reason this marriage is even happening. After all, it was Colin who swore he met the perfect person for Jamie and Dani who convinced you to go on a blind date. Sam provided the venue (obviously) and Isaac, Declan, and Richard made sure Jamie didn’t wear something stupid.

Rebecca opens the door a crack. “She’s getting mighty anxious in here.”

Ted frowns. “Pre-wedding jitters are normal, but you got nothing to worry about, darlin’. Two hundred of your closest friends and family are all here to support you on your big day.”

You blow out a breath. “More like thirty of my closest friends and family. The rest are for Jamie. Fuck’s sake, Ted, what am I doing? I shouldn’t be here. Do you know how much money he spent on this fucking wedding? It’s more than I make in two years. Don’t get me wrong, it’s literally my dream, but I just feel like I’m not going to measure up. He’s going to get bored of me sooner or later.”

Ted tilts his head and you feel oddly comforted under his scrutinizing gaze. “Alright, come with me,” he says after a moment of deliberation. “Everyone’s outside, I’m just gonna sneak you down the hall a little bit. You trust me?”

You nod and take his proffered arm. Your sister breathes, “Thank fuck,” as you leave, and you’re pretty sure you hear Keeley echo the sentiment.

Ted leads you to a door at the end of the hall and motions for you to stand against the wall, just out of sight. He knocks.

“Jamie? You got a minute?”

The door opens and you clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from making noise.

“Your girl’s having a bit of a pre-marital fright, so I brought her down to talk to ya. If you just sit down and stick your hand out the door, she can grab it and you won’t see her before you’re supposed to.”

Jamie says, “Sounds good, coach,” and his head is replaced by an arm. You stare at it for a minute before Ted motions you to grab Jamie’s hand. You sit down, back against the wall, and reach for Jamie who gives you a reassuring squeeze.

“Christ love, your hands are fucking sweaty,” he says and you can tell by his voice that he’s smiling.

Something about hearing him makes tears well up, and you sniff.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jamie asks. “You crying because you’re so happy your husband is mad fit and mad rich?”

You say, “No. Well, kind of,” and it’s all Jamie can do not to break the stupid fucking tradition of not seeing the bride before she walks down the aisle.

“Tell me,” he says softly. Ted hands you a tissue and then retreats back where he came from.

You sniff. “I’m really excited to marry you. I really fucking am. It’s just- you’re so much, you know? It’s one of the things I love about you. And I’m not, not really. I’m just me, and I don’t want you to realize that you can do better.”

Jamie maneuvers your hand so he can press a kiss to your knuckles.

“You worry too much,” he says. “We’re doing this shit, for better or for worse, yeah? How do I know you won’t realize you can do better than me? Dump me for some fit nerd.”

“You are a fit nerd,” you laugh through tears. “Football nerd, but still a nerd.”

Jamie snorts. “Shit babe, you know how to make a bloke feel special.”

You’re both silent for a minute, taking comfort in the fact that the love of your life is on the other side of the door.

The moment is broken by Keeley’s appearance.

“Time to go back into hiding, babe,” she says.

You sigh, and Jamie squeezes your hand one more time. “See you in a bit, love,” he says.

Keeley helps you off the floor and back down to the room.

“All good?” she asks.

“All good,” you reply.

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Kinktober '23: Threesome | Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin

Pairing: Husband!Kim Namjoon x Wife!Fem!Reader x Kim Seokjin

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), established relationship

Summary: Namjoon isn't one for sharing, but Seokjin is his best friend, and there's a lot of things he'd consider trying out with Jin by his side

WC: 4.3k

Warnings: homoeroticism, pet names (Princess, pretty/pretty girl), threesome, multiple orgasms, light cum play/cum eating, fingering, oral (Fem receiving), creampie, heavy subspace implications, Reader passes out, light aftercare

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You hated Namjoon's damn work events. They were boring, and stuffy, and the drinks weren't as strong as they should have been if they were going to taste so awful. You sipped your champagne anyway, hand tucked carefully into the crook of his elbow while he talked to...well, you couldn't remember their names, but they were some higher ups that Namjoon was keen on impressing. So you stood next to him, and you giggled at their ridiculous anecdotes, and you played up being the pretty little wife that he so deserved to show off. That was something that you could never tire of.

When the conversation finally ended, you slumped against him, chin propped on his shoulder and a pout sitting pretty on your lips.

"Joonie, why do you hate me?" You asked him. He laughed, his dimples showing and his eyes curving into crescents. He had that lovesick look that he saved just for you, and you basked in the sunshiney feel of it.

"If I hated you, I would have made you do all the talking." He argued back, tipping your chin up to press a chaste kiss to your lips. One that you desperately wished would linger, but you knew better. Not when you were surrounded by his coworkers and bosses and so subject to judgment. Namjoon wasn't one for PDA, preferring to keep his worshiping of you behind closed doors where he could make sure he was showing you sufficient adoration.

"Well if it isn't my favorite lovebirds." A smooth voice wrapped around the two of you, and you looked up, your heart leaping into your throat at the sight in front of you. Seokjin was one of Namjoon's closest friends, he'd been a groomsman at your wedding, and you'd gotten reasonably close with him over your years with Namjoon. They had been friends since college, now working at the same company, though in different departments. You had to admit that seeing him was always one of the highlights of these dreaded parties.

"Jin, wondered where you were at." Namjoon grinned, the two pulling each other into a quick embrace before Jin did the same with you, pressing a polite kiss to your cheek that made you go warm.

"Socializing. It's what we're being forced to be here for, right?" He laughed, taking a swig from whatever was in his glass. You nodded, making note of the fact that he seemed to want to get out of there just as much as the two of you did. "Are you two having fun?"

You hummed noncommittally, smoothing out the orchid fabric of your dress against your thighs. It was the best you had, especially when you didn't want to blatantly say no. This most definitely was not the sort of thing that you'd consider fun, but you appreciated the invitation extended to you, and you definitely appreciated seeing the boys get all dressed up.

Namjoon looked like sin on legs, brown-blonde hair pushed back neatly and his damned turtleneck hugging his chest and sculpting his waist, all covered in a dark purple blazer that you'd been wanting to take off of him since the moment he'd put it on. And Jin standing opposite him, looking neat as ever in his steel gray button down stretching across the endless planes of his shoulders and his black tie looking like it was begging to be tugged on, his jacket presumably left on a hanger in the front closets.

"She's been asking to go home since we got here." Namjoon answered, large hand settling on your waist and pulling you close to his side. The proximity, and the warm, dark scent of his cologne did nothing for the pool of warmth swirling in your lower stomach. Damn your mind and its ability to wander so freely. You wondered how hard it would be to get Namjoon to take you into the bathroom of this overpriced venue and take care of your growing problem.

"How could you want to go home? Free drinks, and you get to show off that pretty dress. You do look beautiful by the way." Jin leaned closer as he laid out his compliment, voice as smooth and light as his fingers were as they dragged down your bare arm. You shivered, a tiny gasp slipping from your mouth followed by a hardly convincing clearing of your throat.

"You're too nice, Jinnie. You look amazing yourself." You said, reaching out to smooth his shirt. Namjoon chuckled, low and dangerous and you knew he saw exactly what you were doing. He wasn't the sharing type, but he knew well enough about your little attraction to his best friend, and he knew that Jin had his eyes on you too. He wasn't the sharing type, but it was you, and it was Seokjin, and he couldn't imagine anything being more appealing.

His hands traveled to your hips, pulling you close to his front and looking up at his older friend. His eyes were dark, hands warm even through the fabric of your dress. You weren't sure if they exchanged words at all, or if they just spoke with their eyes, but it was hardly another few minutes before Namjoon was suggesting the three of you be on your way before it got too terribly late.

You whined, breath coming out ragged and your eyes squeezing shut. With your body trapped between the two of them, you felt like you could hardly move, Namjoon's hands pulling you back against him, his lips on your neck while Jin's long fingers slid into your hair, guiding your head back so his lips could descend against yours, plush and hungry and tasting like champagne and peach chapstick. Your lips parted against him, the tiniest noise being swallowed by him as his tongue dipped to explore the new terrain.

His kisses weren't like Namjoon's, Joon was much slower with his, taking his time to savor the feeling and reveling in how easy it was to get you worked up and desperate for him. His mouth against your neck was the same way, tongue dragging lazily against your jugular and nipping at the skin there until a tiny mark bloomed under his lips. You wiggled, pressing your ass back against the growing bulge in his pants, trying to draw him in, urging him to touch you more, to make you feel good.

Jin pulled away from you, and you chased his lips, only for him to gently tug you back with a small tut. Namjoon looked up at him, still working over your delicate skin. Jin stood in front of you, still looking so goddamn put together except for his spit slicked, swollen lips that were curling into a self-satisfied little grin.

"Waited so long to see you like this, pretty girl." He hummed, carefully undoing his tie and tossing it in the general direction of your bedside stand. You reached up, brushing his hands out of the way to make quick work of the buttons on his shirt. And then it was falling away, sliding off his shoulders and leaving him so bare and so goddamn pretty in front of you. You reach out, hands exploring his toned chest, skating up his broad shoulders where you dug your nails in and dragged them back down just to hear the way his breath hitched. And it did hitch, just like you'd always imagined, and the warmth pooled heavily in your stomach.

"Enough of that," Namjoon said, pulling you away from his best friend and sliding the zip on the back of your dress until the fabric began to pool. He guided it off of you, and Jin held a hand out to help you step out of the puddle of fabric. With you standing there, braless and wearing only the tiniest silk pair of panties that left hardly anything to the imagination, you felt so entirely vulnerable, and so desperately wanted that you couldn't help but bloom under the attention. Your nipples prickled in the cool air, growing hard and desperate for attention. Namjoon nudged you towards the bed, firm but gentle in his touch just like always, and then he was taking Jin's tie, winding it carefully around your wrists and knotting them together.

Jin let out a dark laugh, one of awe and lust and pure amusement as you sat there, propped against the numerous pillows that decorated the bed, and looking up at the two of them so innocently.

"We should entertain our guest first, right angel? It's only fair," Namjoon hummed, his fingers sliding down to tweak your nipples. You jolted lightly, chest pressing towards his hands and you nodded.

"Please. Wanna take such good care of him. Promise I'll be perfect for you, Jinnie, I swear." You said, voice like velvet and lips curling into an irresistible smile. Jin palmed himself through his dress pants, his cock aching already just from the feeling of your mouth against his and the way you laid yourself out for him.

He undid the button on his pants, kicking them off to climb onto the bed with you in only his boxer briefs, his length straining the fabric and his precum leaving a wet spot on the front as he leaked into them. You batted your eyelashes at him, spreading your thighs and letting himself crawl between them like he belonged there. He leaned down, lips finding yours again, and the only sound in the room being the sound of your lips smacking against each other desperately and Namjoon's belt coming undone, his clothes sliding off and landing dully against the carpet.

The bed dipped next to you as Namjoon sat on his knees there, his hand stroking along your bare side, kneading against the plush of your thighs as you and Jin kissed until eventually Jin was pulling away, his mouth being replaced by Namjoon's much softer kisses, and his hands busying themselves with pushing your soaked panties aside. Jin thumbed at your clit, rubbing slow circles against it and coaxing even more arousal out of you. Your legs twitched shut, stopped by his hips and easily spread again, one of his hands on your knee, Namjoon pulling at your opposite thigh to open you up for them. It was almost intimidating how well they worked together without a word of communication passing between them.

Jin's fingers returned to your core, dipping between your folds to slide through your wetness, then back up to pass back and forth over your aching clit. You needed more, a desperate emptiness growing between your legs. You squirmed, gasping out a tiny plea into the kiss that Namjoon was still guiding you through. Jin hummed, his fingers speeding up against your clit until your hips were rocking to meet his movements. His touch was hot, burning and yet somehow not igniting you as a whole and you wanted to wail with need.

"Jin, please," You gasped out, head falling back and forcing Namjoon's mouth to detach from yours and drag down the slope of your jaw.

"Please what?" Jin practically cooed, and you huffed, giving your hips a wiggle to emphasize your displeasure at his teasing, but it didn't do anything to wipe the proud look off his face. "Use your words, babygirl."

"Please, want your fingers in me." You answered, too far gone already to worry about how you sounded. You heard Namjoon groan, shifting so he was laying alongside you, his hips pressing desperately into your thigh as Jin eagerly fulfilled your wish. He sunk one long finger into you, curling it slowly and searching until he found the spongy spot at the top of your walls, drawing out a gasping moan from you. "There,"

"So bossy, aren't we," He hummed, but he gave you what you asked for, pulling out and sliding a second finger into you before grinding his fingertips firmly against the spot. You arched harshly, nails digging into the flesh of your palms as the waves of pleasure started to take over, rippling through your lower body and raising your body temperature by a good few degrees. You turned your head, burying your face as deep into the pillow as you could as Jin sped up, his thumb flicking and swirling around your clit being almost too much to handle. However, Joon was having none of your hiding, gripping your chin firmly and turning it so your sounds weren't muffled.

"Wanna hear you. Gotta make sure Jin hyung knows how good he makes you feel. Not polite to hide from him." He cooed in your ear, and you shakily hummed a reply. He tutted, sliding his hand up, pinching at your nipple on the way, giving your throat a barely there squeeze, before he settled on sliding two of his fingers into your mouth, tugging your jaw open and forcing out all the sounds you'd been holding back.

Jin groaned, his fingers faltering for a moment before finding their rhythm again, fucking into you and pressing into the spot that had you gushing around his fingers.

"Close," You said, though the word came out slurred and nearly indistinguishable, but you were sure that they understood with the way you writhed between them, your thighs shaking and squeezing around Jin's hips, and your walls pulsing and clenching around his fingers. But if they did, neither of them said anything, just letting you release on his hand, a broken cry filling the room as the tension building in your body snapped and sent you careening into pleasure untethered.

Jin slowed his movements then, letting you breathe and adjust as your muscles relaxed and you melted against the bed. He brought his hand up to his mouth, making a show of sucking his fingers clean and looking entirely too pleased with himself when your pussy clenched around nothing and a tiny whimper slipped out of your mouth.

"Feel good, babygirl?" He asked gently, stroking along your thigh and very kindly not pointing out the way that your body tensed and flexed and fluttered under his touch. You nodded, still basking in the afterglow of your long awaited orgasm. Then his shit eating grin was back and he squeezed your thighs. "Good, guess you don't need another then,"

He was teasing, you knew he was, but that didn't stop your eyes from going wide and your lips from curling into a little pout. Namjoon tried not to laugh, which led to you turning your pout and puppy dog eyes combo back on him.

"Don't be mean, hyung," He said, pecking your lips. "She's wanted your cock since she met you, you can't tease her like that." He said. You nodded along, too far gone to be embarrassed by the confession you were confirming.

"Want it so bad, Jinnie, please. Wanna feel you inside me. Want you to make me dumb." You rambled on, your tied hands flexing and clenching between your breasts as you looked up at him. He groaned, reaching down to rub at his aching cock, still confined and straining to get out.

"How can I say no when you ask so pretty," He cooed, pushing his boxers down enough to free his cock, his length rivaling Namjoon's, though not as thick and with a pretty curve to it. He tapped the tip of his cock against your dripping folds, easily sliding between then to tease you and chuckling at the desperate way your hips canted up against his, chasing the friction.

You didn't have to beg again, because beneath all the teasing, he was just as desperate as you were. He pressed into you slow and steady, feeling your walls eagerly open up around his cock, sucking him in deeper. He fought off a groan, eyes fluttering shut as he basked in the feeling. It wasn't like Seokjin didn't get laid, he had people falling at his feet, but this was better than any pussy he'd had before, maybe just because it was yours.

You purred at the pressure of being full, and Namjoon pressed closer to you, his mouth running up and down your shoulder before dipping low enough to catch your nipple in his mouth. Your breath came out stuttered and shaky and you tugged at your binds, desperate to touch one of them and ground yourself. But Namjoon brought his hand up, gripping your wrists and guiding them above your head and out of his way gently.

You gave in, opting instead to clench around Seokjin's cock and admire the way his grip on your thighs tightened. Then he pulled back, leaving you with a glaring emptiness inside of you before he was thrusting back into you firmly. He didn't pick up his pace fast, seemingly contented to roll his hips slowly, the friction setting you alight all over again.

"Faster," You begged, blinking up at him. "Need more, need you to use me."

The words made his pace falter, his hips slamming forward just a little harder and then staying there a moment longer. You could see it in the clench of his jaw that he wanted that too, so you whined his name, high and long, more a frustrated huff than anything, and watched his hesitation fade away.

"Say it again," He demanded, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into you and grazing exactly where you wanted him. "Say my name, princess."

You obeyed, letting strings of his names flutter off your tongue, long and sweet and whiny enough to have Namjoon rutting against your hip. You almost could have forgotten that he was there if it weren't for the wet warmth of his mouth on your tits, worshipping them as he always did and adding just a little more to the overwhelming pleasure you were being washed in.

"Jinnie, please," You nearly sobbed, squirming so hard that Namjoon had to hook his leg over yours to keep the friction against his barely covered cock, and Jin pushed the other up, spreading you open and fucking into you harder, chasing the sound of your voice curling around his name.

Namjoon's hand slid down, pressing between you and Jin's body to strum at your clit, harsh, messy movements that were immediately overwhelming to your senses.

"Can't," You nearly sobbed, body trying to thrash against the two men but immediately being overpowered.

"You can." Namjoon cooed sweetly. "Can cum as many times as we want, I know you can. Just gotta let go. You wanna do that, wanna cum on his dick?"

His words clouded your mind and any doubts holding your body back. You came hard enough to make your vision fade black, your sobs and moans sounding so distant to your own ears that you weren't entirely sure if you'd made a sound at all. But once you were coming down, you noted the emptiness between your thighs, blinking to find Jin stroking himself, brows furrowed together and his lips pressed tight before he came, painting the inside of your thighs with his seed.

You hummed, not entirely back in your body but absolutely delighted to see how pretty he looked when he finished, to have him mark you with his pleasure. Namjoon sat up then, untying your hands and rubbing at your wrists, worried about how hard you'd been tugging on them.

"Joonie," You mumbled, looking up at him through heavy eyelids. He turned back to you immediately, always so attentive. "Want you to cum too. Want you to feel good."

"Baby," He half laughed, and Jin didn't answer, too busy scooping his cum onto his fingers from your plush thighs.

"Please? Want you to fuck me too. Been good, you promised you'd fuck me after your dumb party if I was good." You huffed, pulling at Seokjin's wrist to bring his hand to your mouth, dutifully cleaning his seed off of his skin. He stared at you in awe, then looked at your husband who was watching you with dark eyes.

"Greedy," He huffed. You just giggled, watching him strip his underwear off and setting his painfully hard cock free. He took Seokjin's spot which the older of the two willingly gave. He leaned down, dragging his tongue over your inner thigh to clean off the rest of his hyung's cum before leaning forward, slotting his mouth over your sensitive cunt and lapping up your juices.

You writhed, hands finding purchase in his hair as he ate you out slow and steady, lapping between your folds and swallowing down your juices. You hummed, letting him suck at your clit the way that you loved. He knew you inside and out, knew exactly how to make you feel good.

Jin had sat down beside you, his fingers stroking your hair and brushing against your cheek as Namjoon ate you up and brought you back to your high. This one was intense, but less sharp, the orgasm washing over you like crashing waves that pulled you under instead of electric shocks. Namjoon was gracious, using his tongue to gently work you through it before pulling back and lining up with your weeping hole.

"You sure you want another one, pretty? Don't wanna hurt you," He hummed, hands rubbing grounding strokes along your sides and back down to your hips. You nodded.

"Want it. Need you. Don't care if it hurts, need you to take me." You said, voice airy and lost in the pleasure in a way he recognized. He hummed his agreement, giving in easier than he'd really planned to.

He guided himself into you on sheer muscle memory. The new experience of having Seokjin fill you up was amazing, but nothing could beat the absolute familiarity of Namjoon's cock splitting you open. He wasn't as long as Jin, but he girth was enough to have tears pricking at your eyes, aided by the oversensitivity of your previous three orgasms.

You reached down, fingers catching with Namjoon's and tangling together as if searching for a lifeline. He gave it to you, holding your hand and letting you adjust to his size before setting a steady pace, folding your legs out of the way and spreading you open.

He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, his free hand coming up to push through his hair, loosening it from the gel he'd used and letting a few locks fall around his face. He looked ethereal, so consumed by the feeling of your walls around him, so tight and warm like you'd been molded just for his cock.

"So pretty," He hummed, reaching up to brush the few overstimulated tears starting to fall from your eyes. "Take me so well, don't you? Doing so good for both of us."

Seokjin took his place, stroking your cheek and pressing chaste kisses to your parted lips. You melted against the bed, losing all ability to think, or doing much of anything besides let Namjoon take care of you. He was hitting the spot that turned you to a whiny mess, one hand still holding onto yours, and the other one rubbing at your clit while he pounded into you.

His words were fading straight to the back of your mind, washing over you and dragging you deeper into your floaty mindset. You could barely process what he was saying, but you didn't mind, not with Seokjin's praise going in the other ear, his voice muffled against the skin of your neck. You were surrounded, held so close that you couldn't move if you wanted to.

Then you were tipping over the edge again, your orgasm tinged with pain as he chased his own pleasure. It only took a few more thrusts into you before he fell with you. He pumped his load into you with a broken growl, his head falling low as he chased the feeling, pushing through as many thrusts as possible, trying to ride you both through the pleasure before it became too much.

It took a good few minutes for you to come back to consciousness, long enough for Namjoon to pull out of you and grab a rag to clean you up while Jin held you close, pressing kisses to your head. You blinked slowly, registering the ache between your thighs and thee tenseness in your muscles.

"Welcome back, princess," Seokjin said with a grin. You smiled back, though a bit groggily. Then Namjoon was back, kissing your cheek.

"Feeling okay? You were out for a minute there," He said, hands pressed against your sides in the grounding way that you always needed. You nodded slowly.

"Good. I'm good." You said, registering that everything had really happened and hadn't been another one of your overdeveloped fantasies. "Stay?"

You turned to Jin, your hand seeking his. You didn't know what this meant for the three of you now, and you couldn't comprehend figuring it out now, but you desperately wanted him to stay so you could figure it out come morning.

Jin opened his mouth to argue, not sure if that was something that was really acceptable, but Namjoon repeated your word a little more firmly.

"Stay. You can sleep in here, or the guest room is open." He said, finishing cleaning you up for the time being. Jin looked at you, at your sleepy, pleading eyes, then at Namjoon's with his sincere expression.

"Okay. Yeah, I'll stay." He agreed, and then you were curling into him like it was where he belonged, wrapping around him and nuzzling into his shoulder."Thank you for this," You mumbled, and before he could even turn the sentiment back on you, you were asleep in his arms. With your weight against him, and Namjoon turning off the lights to join the two of you, Jin wondered if maybe this was right where he belonged.

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bad268 · 2 months

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Best to Worst to Best (Ralf Aron X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/WEC

Requested: Nope, this was supposed to be an Inktober blurb but I liked the plot too much lol (Also, this is my 100th full-length fic, so yay!)

Warnings: Weddings, toxic cousin mentioned

POV: Second POV (You/your)

W.C. 1567

Summary: Sometimes, things need to be improvised.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It was supposed to be the best day of your life. Your wedding day. Everyone always told you that it would be the best day of your life. However, it didn’t feel that way. Anything and everything that could have gone wrong, did.

First, your photographer was late. That was fine. They were extremely apologetic, and you forgave them because traffic was out of their control. Then, your bridal party lost your shoes. That was almost not fine. Thankfully, you had the same shoe size as one of your friends, so they let you borrow theirs. It's not a big deal yet, but you were starting to get suspicious. Next, your toxic cousin, whom you only invited because your aunt and uncle pressured you, spilled red wine on your ceremony outfit. That was not fine. You almost called it off then and there. You did not consider yourself crazed when it came to your wedding, but red wine on white did not mix. Finally, and the cherry on top, you found out that the press had found your location, shared it online, and now, the place was swarmed with fans. That was it.

“Just call it off,” you cried as you stormed out of the en suite and into the adjacent room where most of your party was sitting. “It’s all gone to shit.”

“Just take a breath, no need to do anything rash,” your right-hand person consoled as you sat on the bed. “It’s the best day of your life-”

“Some funny way of showing it huh?” You snapped, shooting up as you felt everything pile on top of you. “Everything is ruined and if this is supposed to be the best day of my life, what does that say about the rest of my life?”

“Calm down,” your parental figure tried to put their hand on your shoulder, but you stepped back. Even though you wanted comfort, no one in this room could have provided what you wanted. You wanted your fiance.

Blissfully unaware, Ralf was having a blast with his friends and family in their suite. Funny enough, it wasn’t your fiance who felt something was off first. It was his brother of all people. Paul was super close to you. Not only were you the perfect match for his brother, but you were the best race engineer he could ask for. He was also the one who set you up with Ralf in the first place. He liked to joke that he chose his favorite sibling. At that moment, however, he knew something was wrong, so he went to investigate.

He left the suite, not that anyone noticed; they thought he was getting something given that he was the best man after all. He ended up running into your right hand person who was frantically running around. They briefly ran through everything that had happened, and when you asked for a minute to yourself, no one could find you.

“Such idiots,” he muttered to himself as he walked out of the building, and immediately spotted you sitting on the steps. He noticed that you were still wearing one of those silk robes that your friends bought you as a joke because they would make great pictures, and he wondered what all happened. He quickly sent a text to Ralf before moving to take his jacket off, placing it over your legs as he sat next to you. “Penny for your thoughts.”

“It’s supposed to be the best day of my life, Paul,” you cried and you leaned into his side and he pulled you into a hug. “Not to sound superficial or anything, but everything’s ruined.”

“What do you mean? Everyone is still here for you,” Paul tried to help, but it did not make much of a difference.

“Everyone’s here, but that’s making it worse!” You almost shouted. “If I had picked the right wedding party, someone would have remembered my shoes. If I had a backbone, I wouldn’t have invited my stupid cousin, and my outfit would not have been ruined. And if I had kept everything better hidden, the press wouldn’t be swarming the ceremony location. It’s all ruined, and there is nothing we can do about it.”

“Maybe I’m not the right person you need,” Paul insinuated as he heard the door opening before he started to pull away.

“No, Paul, he can’t see me right now. It’s still our wedding day, and it’s superstition,” you tried to pull him back down.

“Oh, so you are still open to getting married today?” Ralf chuckled as his friend led him carefully down the stairs. You turn around, wiping the tears from your eyes, and you see him walking blindly with a tie around his eyes. His friend and Paul helped Ralf sit down beside you as you laughed half-heartedly.

“Wasn’t this the tie you wore on our first date?” You pointed out as you played with the loose ends of it and held Ralf’s hand with your unoccupied hand.

“That was supposed to be a surprise, but yes,” Ralf replied as his friend and Paul went back into the suite. He held your one hand in both of yours as the hand that was twirling the tie moved down to rest against his shoulder. He took a deep breath as he ran his thumbs over your knuckles and said, “I know this isn’t the wedding you wanted or even planned, but we can still make it work.”

“How?” You responded fast as tears filled your eyes once again. You wanted to wipe them away, but it just felt like there was no point. “How would we ever make this work? The press swarmed my dream venue, and my outfit was completely ruined. It may be superficial, but it was what I wanted.”

“We improvise. Remember our first date?” He said. As if it were that easy, you thought, but replied that you remembered it. Of course, you did. “The original plan was dinner at the fancy restaurant you had been dying to try. However, I made the reservation for the wrong day, so we went mini golfing. That was all improvised.”

“I always wondered why you were overly dressed up for mini golf,” you chuckled absentmindedly.

“Yeah, I found out when I was driving to pick you up. I called to confirm and they said it was for the next week,” He chuckled with you. “We did end up going there for our second date, but if you think about it, our relationship started on improvisation. We can start our married life the same way.”

“Okay, Mr. Improv, how do you suggest we move forward?” You said, finally coming around to the idea. You also moved to pull the tie off his eyes only to see his eyes squeezed shut. “What are you doing? I want to see your eyes.”

“I’m not supposed to see you,” He replied seriously, but after being met with nothing in response from you, he peeked one eye open to see you staring back at him with a smirk. He opened both of his eyes after that, placed a small kiss on your nose, and said, “Did you still want to wear white?”

Two hours later, you found yourself in the backyard of your soon-to-be-in-law's house in an outfit that was definitely not wedding attire. Ralf ruined the surprise that he was taking you to Greece for your honeymoon, and he found an all-white, linen outfit that he thought you would like for the trip. That’s what you were wearing.

He sent his groomsmen to the house to set up chairs for those closest to you while he helped you get ready. There was a tree in the backyard that acted as the perfect arch, and his parents had flowers growing in the yard. Sure, this was not what you originally hoped for, but it was as close to the original plan as you could get.

You walked down the makeshift aisle with your parent, and when you reached the end, your parent placed your hands in Ralf’s. You stood there for a second, lost in each other’s eyes before you both realized something at the same time.

“Who is marrying us?” It was funny, really. Neither of you thought of the officiant throughout the chaos, but it seemed to be the most crucial part of the day.

“I cannot believe that’s what we forgot about,” You laughed. This time, you weren’t stressing. Maybe it was because you would look back at this day and think it was funny. Or maybe you thought Ralf had something else up his sleeve. “Did you think about this?”

“I thought through everything else,” he laughed with you along with most of your family.

“You are lucky I think of these things,” Paul said as he stood up from beside his parents to stand between you and Ralf. “Guess who got their officiant license while you were both running around.”

“I knew I made the right choice choosing you as my best man,” Ralf chuckled as he gave Paul a pat on the back and pulled him into a hug.

“And I knew I made the right choice becoming your race engineer,” You pulled Paul into a hug as well before going back to where you were standing, ready to be married. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

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dyns33 · 9 months

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Truth and Dare(devil)

My favorite cute idiot, Matt Murdock x reader

Y/N and Matthew had been friends for years.

They had met in college, thanks to Foggy who loved talking to everyone, and whom Y/N had found both funny and friendly. The future lawyer had then invited her to meet his roommate, best friend and, if all went well, avocado at law.

Right away, it had been obvious between Y/N and Matt.

They got along perfectly well, two gentle, empathetic humans, wanting others to be happy, being caring, and awfully stupid.

Foggy often made fun of the two saying they were like twins or soulmates.

Matt considered himself very lucky to have two such wonderful friends, and he didn't care what his roommate might say.

After graduation, they kept in touch, calling each other often and meeting regularly at the bar whenever they had time.

Their friendship was still the same, and that was why Matt felt he had to confess to Y/N that he was Daredevil, after all his other friends found out, that he nearly died several times, and the danger being there even for those who didn't know.

It was difficult, she was afraid for him of course, she asked him a lot of questions, but since she knew Matt very well, Y/N knew that he wouldn't stop even if she begged him.

They had known each other for years, she accepted him as he was, and there was no reason for there to be any resentment or secrecy between them.

Or almost.

"There is still a secret between us."

Karen looked at Matthew for a long time, who had obviously had too much to drink, displaying a big smile as he pointed his beer at Y/N, while Foggy got up to go to the bathroom.

"Which one ?" asked Y/N, curious, not seeing what he was talking about.

"You know. Of course you know. Marci's party."

"I need more details."

"Marci's party ! Truth or dare."

"Truth or… Oh, no. Matt, no, not that again."

"What ? What ?!" Karen said shaking her friend's leg.

"Y/N ! Y/N here didn't honestly answer a question during the game and she always refused to tell me the answer."

"It's been over ten years."

"Exactly ! Tell me. Tell me your secret."

"What was the question ?"

“Who is hrt crush." Matt repeated proudly, finishing his drink.

The evening at Marci's had been complicated. They didn't remember everything, Foggy threw up in a closet after kissing a girl, Matt fell asleep in the bathroom, and Y/N didn't really have fun, because of this stupid question.

"I should have taken dare."

"But you took truth !" sneered Matt. "And what did you answer ? 'Yes, there is someone, but it's nothing, it's not mutual, I don't want to talk about it.' And, I don't care who it was, but you seemed so sad. Because they didn't like you. I want to know who that idiot was to tell you that they didn't deserve you, and that you had no reason to be afraid to talk to us. To talk to me."

"Matty..."

"Y/N."

He continued to smile proudly, his eyes focused on her chest, showing that he wouldn't give up, and he smiled even more when she sighed.

"Fine. You're right, it's been ten years, so I can tell you."

"I can't wait to find out." Karen whispered.

"It was you, Matt."

The smile froze then, becoming strained, before starting to fade. Karen's was accompanied by a small cry of surprise.

"No way !"

"Yes. From the first day, when I met him. it was hell, he flirted with all the girls, then there was Elektra, then more girls. Foggy asked me all the time if it was not too hard."

"Foggy ?" Matt wondered, coming out of his torpor for a moment. "Foggy knew about it."

"Of course, everyone knew. You were the only one who didn't know, it was painful. Why do you think they asked me that question ? I was so ashamed. But that's okay, it's in the past."

"What is the past ?" Foggy asked, finally finding his place, completely not noticing the expressions on his friends' faces.

"My crush for Matt."

"Oh, that ? Did you tell him ? Shit, I wanted to tell him at your wedding."

"You are not funny."

"I am extremely funny, thank you, I am the comic element of our group, in addition to being the most handsome and the most intelligent."

Matthew then listened, still hearing that sadness he had heard years ago, at Marci's party, as Y/N answered without answering that stupid question, avoiding looking at him.

She had said that was in the past. Speaking of this evening.

But was this the case for her feelings ?

Her heart was beating fast, like every time they were in the same room, and now Matt only heard that, not concentrating on Karen's laughter, or Foggy's gentle teasing, or Y/N's soft voice.

When it was late, he offered to walk her home.

"Given your condition, it is rather me who should accompany you." she said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine, I haven't had that much to drink. I'll sleep on the couch, if you're afraid I won't find my way in the dark, jumping from roof to roof."

"Haha. Now that you've said that, you're definitely sleeping on my couch. Come on."

He let her take his arm and lead him to her apartment, even though it was absolutely unnecessary.

Before, the gesture would have been natural. Welcome. Matt had never asked himself the question, he liked that Y/N touched him. He liked having her near him. He... He loved her. A lot.

"Truth or Dare ?" he said as they waited to cross a street.

"Matt..."

"Do you want to start ? Alright. Truth for me."

"I don't feel like playing."

"I'm sorry... It's just... I had a crush in college too. I guess. I never wanted to admit it, because she was someone I loved very much, who made me happy, and since I always scare away the people I love, I think I was scared and always preferred not to change anything between us, to make sure I didn't lose her. But tonight, she said she had a crush too. On me."

Y/N stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, letting go of his arm and letting him walk alone. He stopped a few meters away, still listening to her heart beating faster and faster.

"... Truth."

"You still love me ?" he asked almost shyly. "You love me, despite everything you know about me, everything I've done ? Everything I've done to you ?"

"... You already know the answer."

"I didn't even think you didn't just consider me a big brother until tonight. Foggy must think I'm an oblivious idiot."

"No, you're wrong, the whole campus thought you were an oblivious idiot. No big deal."

"You're still avoiding to answer." he noted, continuing to turn his back on her. Because he was scared, because maybe he was wrong, and he wasn't sure he knew her answer.

He heard her heart move closer to him, and he tried not to tremble as she wrapped her arms around his chest to hug him, pressing her face to his back.

"Is it bad if I still love you ?" she whispered, very quietly, but knowing he could hear her.

"Only because it proves that we are two idiots who have wasted a lot of time."

"I don't think so. I had a great friend until now, and now I have... I have... I don't know what people call it these days."

"Luck ?"

"No, I think they say date, or thing."

"A thing ? I'm a thing ?"

"A wonderful thing." Y/N scoffed. "A great thing. An incredible thi..."

Grabbing her hands for her to let go, Matt turned to kiss her, making her stop talking nonsense. This made her laugh, while totally disrupting her heartbeat. The most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

"No more secrets ?" he asked between two kisses.

"I promise. You'll still sleep on the couch tonight."

"Of course."

Matt slept on the couch. For eight minutes. Then Y/N came to get him, because he wasn't wrong, they had already wasted a lot of time, and they weren't that stupid.

#Daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x reader

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tearsonthemoons · 3 months

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He sees right through me

Warnings: (none)

Prompts: Peeta mellark has been in love with you since you were kids, but you didn’t feel the same, and rejecting him only ended in you realizing you liked him all along, but it’s too late seeing that you’re at his wedding, not exchanging vows, but watching from the side.

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x reader

Ever since we were kids, Peeta had always been a constant presence in my life. He lived next door, me and him were inseparable. I have fond memories of playing in the backyard, going on adventures in the woods, and sharing our dreams and secrets with each other.

But as we grew older, things started to change. Though Peeta was still the same kind and caring boy i remembered, I was different. I was more focused on your studies and your future, All while Peeta seemed content with just living in the moment, living as a young open minded man.

Despite our troubling differences, we remained friends, But there was always something different about Peeta. He would look at me with a longing in his eyes, and I couldn't understand why. Why did he have such a longing in his eyes. A longing for me.

As the confusing time went on, it was our last year of school that Peeta finally confessed his feelings for me. It was a cold sunday evening and we were sitting on his bed, He told me that he had been in love with me since we were kids, and that he never stopped loving me.

I didn't feel the same way about him.

But I didn't want to risk losing his friendship. there was nothing good in lying to Peeta. He was my person. I sat in front of him and I didn't lie to him, I couldn't lie to him.

As I stuttered the words on how I didn't feel the same, His eyes deepened with pain, and his voice with a suttered tone told me, "I'm Sorry."

An instant Regret filled my eyes, as the tears filled his. I wanted to take back what I said. And I couldn't. All I could do was reach for his hand in a hope that I could still hold him. He just left. Leaving me alone with my regret on his bed.

time escaped me. And so did he.

Our last years of school approached, Peeta became more distant. He started spending more time with a girl named rose, the sewers daughter. The way he looked at her, the way they danced at parties, made me wish it were me.

I didn't want to admit it, I missed his constant presence in my life. I missed his Horrid jokes, his comforting hugs, and his unwavering Words. I wanted peeta in my life.

Before I could fully process my feelings, I rotted away in my cottage, rarely seeing Peeta. Never receiving my mail, running my earnes, or seeing him. Only thinking about how I missed him.

It was raining and cold when I heard a sudden knock on my door, I rushed the door open to see who it was. Peeta.

"i tried to write you, y/n." he said looking at me with the comforting warmth in his eyes that i've longed for. I wondered if he could tell how I had been acting, if he could tell how bad I had looked from not taking care of myself. even if he could, he still looked at me the same way he has been for years.

"I need to tell you something." he said losing the smile he was wearing when I first opened my door to greet him. What could he need? What made him travel his way just to tell me? his fading smile made me feel nervous. "what is it, Peeta?" I said stepping into the light rain, closing my door behind me.

"I'm engaged." he told me.

he was getting married to the girl he had been seeing. the same girl he danced so gracefully with. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't move. Peeta isn't mine. The selfish feeling took over me, I just wanted to run away from him, never see his face again, never feel the pain and longing it brought me.

But all I did was hug him. Even if it wasn't my place, it's all my body could do. I burrowed my head into his broad shoulder, trying to hold back my tears as I smelt his comforting smell take me over the edge.

His hand softly held my upper back, and his other resting on my lower back, he let out a soft laugh. This was the last time I'd get to hold onto him.

I pulled away from him. "Rose?" i said, hoping to remember the beautiful girl's name right.

"Rose." he said looking into my eyes with what felt like a painful goodbye.

I was hurt, but I put on a brave face like I always tried to, and congratulated him. Deep down, I couldn't help but wonder what could have been if I had just kissed peeta on the cold sunday in his room. I know he'd be mine, he would have been dancing with me.

Time escaped me again, it always does when hes stuck on my mind, but what could I do? the wedding was here. I didn't want to go, but I had to be there for Peeta. I woke my sorry self up, put a soft pink shadow on my eyelids, brushed my hair from it tangles, and put on my mothers old flower embedded dress. I went on my way through the cold woods.

As I was on my way, everything about him flooded my mind, his skin, his touch, his soft brown eyes, his gentle atmosphere, and the way he used to love me.

I hummed the song we shared as young children, its all i had for comfort.

in fields of gold where young hearts run,

There's a tale to tell about little ones,

With rosy cheeks and laughter spun,

This is the story of our daughters and sons.

Singing with tearfilled eyes all the way there, remembering peeta and i's young voice singing through the woods together.

Before I knew it, I saw the wedding in a slow approach. The wedding was beautiful, I couldn't help but admire how happy Peeta looked with his new wife. How handsome he looked in what looked like freshly made clothes, especially how he looked when he ran with a smile towards me. "You came." he said pulling me into a tight hug, but still as soft as the one before.

"Of course I did." I said being released from his arms and making a soft eye contact. My smile faded as I realized his did, he still had his hand around my waist. It felt so natural to me, I didn't even realize It was still there.

He in an awkward frenzy removed his hand and let out a soft laugh. I gently smiled to take away the weird feeling of the moment. There was what felt like minutes betweens us before he said something. "You look young and beautiful." my heart could have leaped from my chest, even though this was what peeta would have said to anyone, being the kind soul he is, it felt more than that.

as the night went on, I kept finding myself drawn to Peeta. I caught myseld stealing glances at him, and every time he smiled, my heart felt missing.

I tried to push My feelings aside all night, this only lead me to the wine that was left on the decorated tables, It was my only distraction from him, the only thing that could distract me.

Peeta was still a part of my life, my mind, and every time I saw him, My heart thought back to that sunday, those tears filled eyes, the moment I knew what I lost. I Should've kissed him. Thats all thats running through my mind.

I Should've kissed him. I Should've kissed him. I Should've kissed him.

Peeta approaches me breaking me from this frantic mindstate, I nearly stumble over from the scares of seeing him.

"Hey? the reception is starting, I've saved you first row." he said grabbing my hand to help me stay steady. Of course I had to see it all happen in front of me. My Peeta. devoting his life away to someone who isn't me. I couldn't take this any longer. The feeling inside me was eating me alive, I looked at him and his soft brown eyes and gentle smile and couldn't lie to him again, I couldn't live to regret not telling him what I feel again.

"Y/n? did you hear me?" he said as a tear went down my face. This was it, I couldn't look at him again without looking at him as my lover. my life. The words shot out of me faster than I could process them.

"Peeta, I love you."

I said it. I said it to him. tears went down my face thinking about the rejection I knew was coming. He let go of my hand, the smile left his face, his eyes looked the same way they did that sunday evening. "What?" he said with a stutter in his voice and a step back away from me. I know i've hurt him more at this point. What was I to do.

[SOFT PIANO]

the soft wedding piano starts to play. Peeta lets out a soft gulp. he turns to the walkway of flowers and back to me, he looks like he doesn't know what to say. All he does is walk away from me. As the music went on, I walked to the chair reserved for me, his family and her surrounded me. I Wanted to leave, leave off my feelings for him with what i've just told him.

But there he was, standing there, in front of his soon to be wife. His brownish/blonde hair slicked back, his clothes dressed on him nicely, he looked like himself, he looked like the peeta I fell in love with. I sat here with my lip sealed and my heart broken and my head down.

as the preacher says his words I look up to see him, he's not looking at her anymore. His eyes are on me, looking at me with that familiar longing, he swallowed his spit and furrowed his brows. there was a single tear down his cheek before he turned away from me. I know his love was still there. I was just too late.

"Do you, Rose Greenleaf, take Peeta-" the preacher was stopped before rose broke the saddening silence.

What was she doing? her flowers fell to the ground as she walked over to peeta, in a faint whisper she says "We both know we don't want to do this." she kissed his cheek leaving him at the flowery arranged altar. What was this? Why is she leaving him?

Before anything else is said, Peeta turned around.

"Im sorry. This arrangement isn't what's happening any longer." He said this with a firm voice, holding back his pain. Arrangement? My mind is going faster than before. What is going on? Didn't he love her? she was so beautiful, what I thought was his delicate dancer.

I look up to meet peeta's eyes, he's looking at me once again, this time more softly than before, like he was relieved to let me know. Everyone's no longer here, it was a small party, but me and peeta only remained.

I stood up to meet him where he was.

"Peeta?" I said taking one last step to reach him.

"I tried to write you." he said this grabbing me with his warm hands. His embrace confused me. He was holding me? "Write me what peeta?" I said looking into his eyes waiting for a response.

"We only did it for the money. It was arranged, and I was waiting for you, waiting for you to tell me to come to you. I needed to hear you say it." He said, Pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear with tears running down his crimson cheeks.

I didn't say anything, Peeta. My Peeta. He was waiting for me. My love, It was all his and he knew. I put my hands to his face and pulled him into a long awaited kiss. His lips were soft and tasted like home. The cold tears on his face mixed with mine as he pulled me in even closer. This was the moment I knew. The whole time he saw right through me. And nothing was keeping me from loving him now.

He was mine now.

#peetamellark #peeta mellark x reader #peeta my beloved #peeta mellark #peeta x reader #Peeta mellark x reader fluff #Peeta mellark x reader one shot #the hunger games #mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson

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clusterbuck · 1 year

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17 before they’re together I’ll throw up

17. fixing the other persons clothes absentmindedly or like tucking their hair behind their ear U KNOW WHAT I MEAN THAT SOFT STUFF // i wrote this on a plane and only mostly remembered the prompt but it’s pretty much there yk

maddie and chimney get married on a sticky hot day in late july.

it requires considerable manoeuvring to find an available venue on a date where all of the 118’s A-shift can be spared to go to a wedding, and half the call centre too. several favours are called in, and more still promised, but it’s worth it for this: maddie, radiant as she walks down the makeshift aisle in her own backyard, jee-yun toddling along in front of her strewing flower petals from a wicker basket. chimney, standing under an arch wreathed with flowers and ivy, his eyes shining with tears at the sight of his soon-to-be wife and daughter.

buck stands across from chimney, ready to do his duty as maddie’s best man, and wonders if it’s possible to burst from secondhand joy. if it’s possible to feel so happy for someone else that your body can’t contain it, that it has to come spilling out somehow.

he turns to look out over the audience, their dearly beloved friends and family. everyone is watching maddie, the same shared joy on all their faces—

everyone except eddie, who’s looking back at buck.

buck catches eddie’s eye and eddie grins, a small, fleeting thing that’s meant for buck alone.

maddie reaches the end of the aisle, finally, and a stray tear slips down chimney’s cheek. they turn to face bobby, who gives them a warm smile before launching into his opening remarks.

the ceremony is short and to the point, but full of beauty all the same. maddie and chimney have written their own vows, and buck finds himself choked up, overwhelmed not only with happiness but with the relief of knowing that maddie gets to have this. that maddie gets a marriage that will be happy, and safe, and a husband who loves her more than she’d ever thought possible. a husband who will have her back through everything.

that maddie gets to be happy.

when the vows are official there is cheering, and then there is dinner, and dancing, and drinking. the evening goes by in a blur of glasses passed from hand to hand and songs that make buck beeline for the dance floor, grabbing the first available person to tug with him.

he dances with maddie, and with jee-yun balanced on top of his feet, and even convinces chimney for a song or two. he dances with hen, and with karen, and with hen and karen, and with just about everyone at the wedding, but somehow eddie never seems to be around for him to commandeer.

so buck does, in his slightly inebriated opinion, the only sensible thing, and goes to seek eddie out.

he finds him leaning against maddie and chimney’s back door, a few feet away from the rest of the celebrations, a wine glass held loosely in his hand. eddie looks up when buck’s footsteps approach, and the corner of his mouth curls into a hint of a smile.

“hey,” buck says, settling against the wall beside him. “hiding from something?”

eddie huffs. “not really,” he says, swishing the wine around in his glass but not taking a sip. “just taking a moment.”

“okay,” buck says. “how much more of a moment do you need?”

eddie raises his eyebrows, shooting him a sideways glance. “depends on what you’re about to say next.”

“you haven’t danced with me,” buck says. “i’ve danced with everyone else, but not you.”

eddie hums.

“you should come dance with me,” buck says, and tries not to let the words feel like anything more than they are.

eddie turns his head, still leaning against the wall. “i should?”

buck takes a step back towards the party and and holds out his hand. “yeah,” he says. “you should.”

eddie takes a moment to glance between buck’s face and his outstretched hand, but then his warm fingers slip into buck’s.

the music changes as they reach the dance floor, softening and slowing down. buck half expects—fears—that eddie will take a step back, that he’ll change his mind, but eddie just stands across from him and settles his hands on buck’s waist.

“i owe you a dance,” eddie says. “never specified what kind.”

buck puts his hands on eddie’s shoulders.

eddie wrinkles his nose. “this feels like a bad middle school dance,” he says, and for a moment buck thinks he’s going to step away again. but instead, eddie steps closer, and closer still, and buck’s arms go from chastely on his shoulders to wrapped around his neck.

“better,” eddie murmurs, from somewhere close to buck’s ear.

buck doesn’t know how long they stay there, swaying gently back and forth. his world narrows to the heat of eddie’s hands on the small of his back, the brush of eddie’s cheek against his, the warmth of eddie’s exhales by the back of his neck.

when they finally part, as if by some unspoken agreement, neither of them goes far. the space between them is measured in inches, or fractions of them, and eddie keeps his eyes fixed on buck’s, and buck thinks—

maybe.

eddie swallows, and buck thinks maybe he hasn’t been imagining the way eddie looks at him.

eddie lifts his hand, and buck holds his breath. he stays as still as possible, his eyes fixed on eddie’s hand, and he thinks maybe—

until eddie tugs at his collar, pulling his tie back into place.

“you were wonky,” eddie says.

“i—” buck starts, but he can’t seem to find any words to finish his sentence.

eddie just smiles. “ready to go home?”

“yeah,” buck breathes, and wonders if eddie means it the same way he does.

when eddie’s hand slips into his, buck thinks maybe he does.

soft prompts 💗

#911fic #buddie #buddie fic #ask emma #emma writes #tusera

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snoconiusmaximus · 28 days

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Birthday :Laughter

It was just exactly what his fantasy was like when he fought the snow woman. Gray remembered that vanity space of juvia and the book shelf near his nightstand. Photos hung above the bed. Even though it was different.

There wasn’t ur or ultear or his father but they were replaced with the living. There were his and juvia wedding pictures, juvia and their children, lyon and meredy and their children and lastly the fairy tail guild and friends hung on across the walls.

it was his birthday today. How much life and years went by. He was going to turn another year older than last year. Gray chuckled a bit that he was sounding like an old man.

The thick wooden door. Until he heard some click noise as the door slowly opened . The sight of juvia opening the door. she had a golden smile as her eyelashes slowly opened to see. Then her eyes came to a surprise. She spoke very softly “oh gray sama, did I awaken you”?

Gray shook his head and said I was awake five minutes ago. He was getting ready to get out of bed. Juvia quickly hug him and said happy birthday darling as she whispered into his ear. Gray felt his heart just skip and smile. He felt more content with his life as he pulled juvia into a gentle kiss and said thank you.

Juvia said gray sama after breakfast. Our friends are planning to celebrate your birthday this afternoon with the guild. Gray smiled said okay. Then he heard two stomping and giggling sounds behind the door. Gray and juvia smiled at each other knowing what's going to come.

two children busted through the door of their bedroom. One was just exactly a copy edolas Greige which it was ordained, that his name is greige. Then the small one was like a mini juvia named Mika. they both came running to jump on gray yelling happy birthday daddy!!! These children were excited or maybe they were more excited to have cake for breakfast as he chuckled a bit.

He said thank you kids as he hugged them back.

He finally got out of bed. Then he proceeded to follow along their children down the hall. Their children ran toward Meredy and Lyon kids. Juvia was walking beside him until the wide space of the house. Gray sees Lyon placing a banner across the wall. Meredy was in the kitchen bringing out the plates and cups.

Lyon laughed and said man I thought you're going to sleep all day as he saw gray. Gray felt a nerve struck just hearing him. While Juvia could only smile as she sneaked away toward meredy. Lyon stopped what he was doing. He walked toward Gray to give him a hug. Lyon said happy birthday like an older brother.

Meredy came out of the kitchen and wished Gray a happy birthday as she helped Juvia take out the food from the stove and oven. They placed them on the table. their children could smell the aroma. Lyon and Meredy have two children. The oldest daughter is named ul and the youngest son rybon. Gray and Lyon called everyone to come to sit down.

The children placed a party hat on their head. then kids reached noise blowers. They made sounds every chance they got. Meredy and juvia sat down.

They began to eat Lyon and gray converse on a topic. Meredy spoke to juvia about the concern of control magic toward their kids. the kids spoke about “ what would they play next after eating some cake. Gray saw the people around him. His thought “ It wasn’t exactly the dream he had but it was damn close.

Juvia brought out the chocolate strawberry cake. They sang a song and he looked at juvia laughter and cheerfulness. He couldn't contain his laughter as they celebrated his birthday. It wasn’t the people he wished had been here but the people who were present. It is ..truly a wonderful gift.

#gruvia week #laughter #gruvia week 2024 #juvia lockser #gray fullbuster #gruvia #fairytail

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peterman-spideyparker · 1 year

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Speak Now (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Howdy everyone! This fic was voted #2 to post in a poll I did a few weeks ago! I’ve been working with this idea for a while (ie like 9 months), and it’s reverse circumstances of this fic I wrote back in July. I was at work earlier this week with my music on shuffle, and Taylor Sift popped on the playlist, and I’m like “hmm, this works for the fic, I think”, so I’m gonna call reverse ex-post facto inspiration? Alright, now I’m rambling. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Being friends with both Elektra and Matt is by no means easy, especially with them being a couple and your long-standing love for one blind attorney. But regardless, you told yourself you’d always be there for them, no matter what—and that includes being there for them on their wedding day.

Warnings: Angst, hurt comfort, fluff, love confessions, guilt/heartache, ignoring feelings

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson, Elektra Natchios, Father Lantom

Word Count: 3,014

It’s fine. You just need to remember to breathe. Foggy has the rings, Father Lantom and Maggie have everything set in the main church—everything is fine. Just a few more minutes, and it’s all over. We get that started, we get down the aisle, and we get Matt and Elektra married. Easy peasy.

“Oh, sorry!” you hear Foggy say, his hands firmly on your shoulders to prevent you from falling down as you bump into one another.

“Thanks!” you breathe, steadying yourself.

“Why are you running around the church like a frantic chicken?”

“Just a lot of energy, you know? Adrenaline. Gotta get it out before the ceremony starts.”

“And how are you doing?” Foggy asks.

“Fine.”

“No, (Y/N), how are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” you try, but to no avail.

“C’mon. You know.”

“I’m hanging on by threads,” you admit shakily. “It’s a lot.”

“Being a bridesmaid and watching your friends get married? Or watching Matt get married to someone else?”

“No, Foggy,” you interject, now determined to kill the conversation where it stands. You thought you put the final nail in the coffin of that thought a year ago at the engagement party.

“But you love him!” he whisper yells.

“Yes, I do! And it’s because I love him that I can’t say anything. For the first time in his life, Matt is happy. He’s ready to do something that he never thought he’d get the chance to enjoy, let alone have, and just as much goes for Elektra. So, I will watch them go down the aisle, I will stand by them as they commit their love and lives to one another, I will watch them kiss and smile and dance, I will help send them off on their honeymoon, watch them welcome their children, and watch them grow old and happy together! They will be happy—finally happy—and that’s what matters.”

“So your happiness doesn’t matter?”

“Not when it comes to Matt’s happiness. Matt’s will always come before mine, and that’s a guarantee.”

“(Y/N)—.”

“Every. Time,” you repeat. “I can’t jeopardize that on the off-chance that he feels an inkling of anything more toward me. I can’t hurt Elektra like that, and I sure as hell can’t unload on Matt like that.”

“But isn’t it better knowing for sure rather than always wondering what if?”

“No,” you say weakly. “Because right now, I know for sure that Matt is happy. I see it in the way he walks, the way he smiles, the way he answers the phone. He is happy, Foggy. And I need to be happy for him. Now, I need to make sure my makeup isn’t ruined, and then I need to go help Elektra before she walks down the aisle.”

“(Y/N)—!”

You pick up the skirt of your dress slightly so you don’t trip, creating as much distance between Foggy and yourself that you can.

“(Y/N), I was worried!” Elektra says as you come back from the bathroom down the hall, having dried your tears and collected yourself from your conversation with Foggy. “I couldn’t find you anywhere! Are you alright?”

“I promise, it’s nothing. You look so beautiful,” you tell her as you spread out her train, plucking off minute pieces of lint from the carpet that clung white fabric.

She gives you a hug and holds me close. “(Y/N)?” she asks as you part. “Can I ask you to do me one last huge favor?”

“I’m your maid of honor—it’s what I’m here for.”

“I know I said I wanted to walk down the aisle alone, but I’m wondering if you would be willing to give me away to Matthew?”

The request is so genuine and the look of hope in her eyes is undeniable. “Of course,” you breathe. “I’m here for you, El. Always.”

She kisses your cheeks and absolutely beams.

“I can’t believe this is finally happening.”

“I’m so happy for you,” you tell her, looping your arm through hers as we get to the double doors. The music begins to kick up and you hear the rustle of people stand just before the doors open, exposing the both of you to the excited eyes of many. It’s far more difficult than you anticipated to plaster on a smile and keep tears at bay when you walk down the aisle next to Elektra, seeing Matt stand there in a tux looking so happy.

God, you wish he was waiting there for you.

That ship has sailed. You can’t drown yourself trying to chase the thought, because you will sink and no one will ever find you. You had opportunities to tell him how you really felt, and you didn’t. You have to live with that.

You don’t know how you’ve managed to get down the aisle so fast with time moving so slow. You can’t bring yourself to say a single word as you place Elektra’s hand in Matt’s before you step to the side to take your place, praying for all eyes to be on them so no one has to watch you suffer with a smile on your face. You affix your eyes on a column just behind Foggy’s head, not willing to try and catch a glimpse of anything that will cause you to feel the multitude of emotions bubbling in your chest.

It’ll be over soon. You’re doing the right thing. This is how it’s supposed to happen. They deserve one another. Words and phrases like these play on your mind in an endless loop as the ceremony progresses, silently praying that you’ll be zoned out enough for when they finally kiss to not process it when you’re drawn to the words coming from Father Lantom’s mouth.

“Elektra Natchios, do you take Matthew Murdock to be your lawfully wedded spouse?” he asks.

To your surprise, she doesn’t answer immediately. You watch her let out a long breath before she gives Matt’s hands a squeeze, the pause and silence growing longer and louder with each passing moment.

“Can we talk?” you hear her whisper to Matt.

“Ellie, what’s wrong?” Matt responds softly, his words barely audible.

Without another word, she takes his hand and they move back up the aisle, and you watch them take a turn to where Elektra was was getting ready just before the ceremony. You lock eyes with Foggy. He wordlessly asks if you know what’s going on with a scrunch of his eyebrows, and you just arch yours in response—the universal cue for “I don’t know”.

“All the excitement,” Father Lantom chuckles, addressing a confused crowd. “They probably need a moment to collect themselves.” He twists toward you before speaking in hushed tones. “Do you know what’s going on?”

“It’s probably like you said—excitement,” you breathe. Or cold feet. But Elektra wouldn’t do that. She’s been waiting so long for a moment like this. For this moment, with Matt. “If they’re not back in a minute, I’ll go check on them.”

The minute passes in the slowest manner possible, but nonetheless, you stick to your word and scurry in the most non-alarming fashion possible to follow where they went. When you’re unable to hear any voices through the only door they’d be behind, you raise your knuckles to the wood.

“Guys?” you knock gently. “Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah, just give us a second,” Matt says, but not before Elektra swings the door open.

“Can you come in for a moment?” she asks softly, and you can see the conflict written all over her face. You let out a small breath, conceding to her request and closing the door behind you.

“Can I get you guys—?” you start, only to be cut off mid-sentence.

“(Y/N), tell us,” Elektra starts, her breathing steady and calm. “Tell us we’re doing the right thing. Tell us we should be getting married.”

“What kind of question is that?” you ask, truly confused.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Elektra—.”

“Repeat the sentences.”

You take a breath, looking at them. “You both love one another. People in love get married. You’re listening to your hearts.”

“You can’t say it.”

“Ellie, I—.”

“You’re holding something back,” Matt adds, his tongue peaking out to lick his lips. “What aren’t you telling us?” His tone is telling. He knows. Damn super hearing.

You sigh, desperately trying to steady your heart rate and deflect. “You’re both just letting the nerves get to you. You’re getting in your heads.”

“We need to hear you say it,” Elektra tries once more. “Please.”

You sigh, feeling your chest tightening. “You’re doing the right thing. You two should get married. You belong together.” You feel like you’re going to be sick as the last piece of your heart shatters before evaporating into nothingness. “I’m going to make sure that everyone is staying calm. I’ll see you both out there soon, okay?”

As you leave the quiet room, you hear the rush of dress shoes follow after you.

“Hey,” Matt says softly, gently catching your arm.

“Matt, things have been delayed enough. We shouldn’t hold them up any longer.”

“You’re still holding something back.”

“Matt—.”

“I can’t get married if my best friend is lying to me about something. (Y/N), please,” he breathes heavily. “Please, just tell me the truth.”

“You look at her the way I always wished you’d look at me, and I die a little bit inside every time I see it,” you admit feebly, watching his expression change through bleary eyes. “That look . . . God, Matt, you love her! I don’t matter in this. Just go and be with her, and for once in your life, stop being such a masochist and be happy!”

With anguish and regret, you pull your arm free from Matt’s grip, making a turn for the double doors that lead outside rather than the ones that lead into the cathedral, needing get as far away from Clinton Church as you can.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” you mumble as you curl into yourself in your favorite reading room at the Columbia Law Library.

“I didn’t,” Matt sighs as he takes a few steps over and sits next to you. “This is where I go when I need to think.”

“Bullshit.”

“Okay, you caught me. I locked in on your heartbeat and followed it.”

“Why, Matt?”

“Why what?”

“Don’t shit with me, Matt,” you sigh in defeat, taking in his undone bowtie and general state of dishevelment in his formal attire. “Why didn’t you just go through with it, Matt? You two love each other.”

“But we love you, too. You’ve always been there for us, even when anyone with a modicum of common sense would have left us.” He turns toward you. “Why didn’t you say anything? To either of us?”

“It wasn’t my place. She loves you, and you love her. Simple as that.”

“But I love you, too.”

“Not in the same way.”

“(Y/N).” He takes your hands in his, his thumbs grazing over your knuckles. “I do love you like that. I didn’t think you felt the same, and my God, I was too afraid to ask. I didn’t want to lose my best friend. I couldn’t lose you.”

You sniffle, still refusing to meet his eyes. “Don’t let Foggy hear that, it’ll give him a complex.”

You hear a small chuckle escape his lips. “It’s true though. I’m not sure what I’d do if I did something that meant not having you in my life. I just kept my feelings locked away deep down in my heart because I knew I needed you in my life however I could have you. And then I heard what you told Foggy, and I . . .” He rests his forehead on yours and nudges you with his nose so you finally look at his face. “Can you give me a chance?”

“I want to, Matt, but . . .”

“Please don’t say but.”

“I’d look at you, and I would only think about how I ruined the happiest day of your life. Besides. You’re the ex now. It’s friend rule number one not to date their ex, no matter how you feel about them. And Elektra . . . I couldn’t do that to her.”

“Even if she gives her blessing?”

You whip your head around, seeing Elektra standing in black jeans and a red turtleneck, her leather jacket covering most of it.

“Elektra, I’m so—,” you start.

“You don’t need to apologize, darling. None of it was your fault.” She moves to your other side and wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. “Before you came to find Matt and I . . . We spoke, and we’re okay. We’ll always love one another, but not in the way that we deserve. But you two . . . You two can. You already have. I’ve seen it. And you’re a shit liar, my darling. I always thought . . . But when you put my hand in Matt’s at the altar, I knew for certain.” She gently tucks some of your loose hair behind your ear. “You just need to have the courage to take the next step.” She gently tilts your face to look at hers. “I’m okay.”

You look between them—Elektra’s eyes filled with resolve and calm, Matt’s a storm of a million emotions, and you can feel how your heart tears in half. Feeling like the room is closing in on you and the air is being pulled from your lungs, you grab your things and rush past them, needing the cool sting of crisp autumn air to help you feel something else then the hot guilt coursing through your veins.

Maybe Matt won’t come in today. The man did take the week off for his honeymoon, after all. But, he is his own boss and can change that as he pleases. Still, the weekend was eventful as hell. Maybe he needed a day. Maybe if you just keep your head down long enough, you won’t have to catch the sympathetic and pitiful glances of Foggy and Karen. No client appointments are scheduled today, either, so—.

“Hey,” you hear a gently voice say at your desk. Looking up, you see Matt with two cups of coffee in his hands. “Got your usual.”

“Thanks,” you say softly, taking it from him, your heart skipping a beat as your fingers brush against one another. You just want things to go back to normal, as if the weekend didn’t happen. This is a sign that Matt wants that too—a drip of normalcy. But why does he have to sound so tender like that?

“Do you have some time?”

“Matt, I—.”

“Please?”

Damn. He knows you can’t say no when he sounds like that.

“Y-Yeah,” you say softly. “How about we go for a walk?”

He nods, letting you get up and put on your jacket. When you get to his side, you take his elbow out of habit, freezing after a few steps when guilt hits you like a freight train to your chest.

“(Y/N)—,” he tries softly.

“I can’t do this,” you tell him quietly, tears stinging at your lashes and nose. “I’m sorry, Matt, I just can’t do this.”

“Why?”

“Because, Matt! Because I look at you, and I know how I feel! I feel guilt that I am what came between you finally being happy and getting something you’ve told me time and time again you never thought you’d have. I look at you, and still love you as much as the day that I met you and I can’t stop it. But I know that I can’t be what you need because I will never be able to understand you in the way that you deserve—the way Elektra can. I’m just me, Matt. I’m just me.”

You’re not prepared for what he says next. “And what makes you think I don’t love you just the way that you are? For everything that you are? That I’m glad you can’t understand me in those dark ways because you’re the sunshine that makes the darkness easier to deal with? That I know that the only person that I could ever really be with and be happy with is you? That I don’t love you with my entire heart?”

The way that you feel tears fall onto the fabric of your shirt let you know just how hard and fast you’re crying. The way that Matt puts his coffee next to yours so he can cup your face and wipe your tears away only adds to the gravity of his words.

“Please, angel,” he continues gently. “Please let me help you realize just how much you mean to me. Just how deeply I love you. Because I will spend the rest of my life doing just that, no matter what you say.”

You don’t know what else to do except pull him in for a kiss. It’s not pretty or graceful. It’s wet and snotty and shaky—everything that a first kiss shouldn’t be. But the way that one of Matt’s hands stays on your face as the other moves around the back of your head so his fingers weave into your hair tells you that it’s everything he could ever want. When he finally pulls away, you do what you can to wipe off your tears that fell onto his cheeks.

“I love you,” you whisper as your thumbs skate across his skin.

“I love you, too, angel,” he breathes, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you so much.”

“C-Can, uh,” you sniffle. “What next?”

“We go for that walk? Talk about anything and everything. We can figure this out. I want to figure this out.”

You nod as Matt wipes the last of your tears away. “Sounds good.”

He kisses you softly once more and loops his arm in yours as we walk out of the office. The way he holds onto you tells you that he never intends on letting go.

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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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halloween

jacaerys velaryon x reader (modern!au)

inspired by Halloween by Phoebe Bridgers.

summary: He is only himself when he's with you.

warnings: mentions of death, grief. a little sad here n there but fluff ending dw.

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This was going to be the first Halloween celebration Jace would have without his brother.

The idea of dressing up and pretending like everything was fine nauseated him. Nothing was fine, not without Luc. But then he remembers how much his brother had adored his celebration, always begging him to dress up in matching duo characters, attempting to get extra candies from the neighbours and visiting haunted houses. Maybe he could honor his brother by trying to enjoy this night.

You had insisted to do a couples costumes, and that had excited him if he was honest, you agreed to go for something easy and went as Emily and Victor from the corpse bride.

It was an easy costume, all he needed was a suit and powder to make him look pale. The dark circles in his eyes was already helpful in making him look like a ghost so that's one good thing.

"Mom, I'm leaving now!" He yelled from the front door and grabs his car keys from the keyholder.

"Alright, be careful driving, some of the children wear dark clothing's, you can't see them!" He hears his mother yells back from the kitchen. "Alright"

The drive to your house was short and he was grateful they'd fixed the streetlights, hitting a child dressed as a skeleton wouldn't be an ideal Halloween night.

Leaving his car engine on as he parks right in front of your porch, he leaves his car to ring your doorbell.

He smiles to himself as he hears your muffled voice from inside telling your parents that he's here.

the sound of you shuffled footsteps grew closer.

As the door opens, his grin widens and he beams at the sight of you.

You had painted yourself a pale blue, dressed in a cheap wedding dress costume you'd gotten from Walmart and a flower veil.

You reciprocate his big smile as he moves to embrace you and kisses the top of your head.

You laugh as he accidentally pushes your veil off while trying to hug you.

"Let's go hm? our friends are probably already there." He takes your hand and leads you to his car, making sure to open your door for you and only going to his side after you enter yours.

The drive to Aegon's house was filled with the sound of your Halloween playlist music and lots of talking as you both gossip over your classmates drama.

It was refreshing for him to talk about something other than his grief, it seemed like everyone else arounds him was so adamant on reopening his wounds everytime he felt ready to close it. He was glad you knew better not to do so.

As you reach to open the car door when you arrive he immediately slaps your hand lightly before running out of his seat to open your door for you.

"My lady" he jokes, giving his hand for you to reach as you rise out from your seat.

You pinch his cheeks teasingly before kissing it. "You're so dramatic Jace." You joke, as your hands link with his.

"I'm a gentleman is what I am", he scoffs playfully walking in the house with you.

The music can be heard houses away, you wonder if any talking can be done with how loud it was in the party.

Your question was answered as you see Helaena rushing towards you both, mouthing something you can't hear as she engulf you and Jace in a group hug.

You spot Aemond and his brother playing poker and waves at them before yelling in Jace's ear that you're going to get yourself and him a punch.

He nods in understandingly before walking towards the poker table to his cousins.

"God, it's much more quieter here huh? I can finally hear myself talk" He breaths out as the two brothers chuckle before hugging him.

"Yeah well, we're not standing anywhere near the speakers so we'll be good here I think." Aegon speaks before winning againts Aemond. "You cheated! There's no way you've won, you never win." Aemond's tantrum has the other two boys laughing and having a roll in making fun of the uptight boy.

"See, I make sure to wait until you're, distracted to catch you off guard, you're just not used to smart players hm." Aemond curses at Aegon before walking away to refill his drink as his brother taunts him between laughter.

"So, how's the family?" Aegon asks, moving to sit down on the couch, joining in Jace.

"Oh, you know, they're, fine." He replies unconvincingly with a tight smile.

Aegon's own smile dropped as his expression slowly turned serious.

He takes Jace's hand in his and squeezes it as he looks at him with a concerned frown.

"I'm sorry by the way, with what happened, with Luc." Hearing his name made Jace's heart drop. Everyone absolutely refused to say it in the house, meanwhile everyone outside almost purposely refuse to stop saying it.

"He went too young, yeah? If you ever need to talk, or I don't know, take a smoke together, just give me a call.". Aegon offers with a sympathetic smile as he releases his hand and squeezes his shoulder instead.

Jace gives him a grateful smile and thanks him before getting up. "I think I'm gonna go look for my girl, she's supposed to get a drink for us a while ago."

"Oh she's probably with my sister's you know their inseparable once they meet." Jace agrees with a short laugh as they fist bump before he walks off to search for you.

True to Aegon's words, he spots you dancing with Helaena, laughing and failing trying not to step on your dress. The two of you had your hands holding eachother's as you do little jumps and you twirl Helaena in her butterfly costume around.

He stifle a laugh as he finds aemond near the both of you, hands full, holding your drinks and glaring every single person who dares look at either of you, like your personal bodyguard.

You slow down the spinning when you see him staring at you and excuse yourself at Helaena before reaching for your drink from Aemond and kissing his cheek as a thank you.

You grin widely as you.fikd yourself in his arms, looking up at him. "Hello there.", You scrunch your nose up at him.

He kisses the button of your nose before whispering ; "hello my bride."

Your eyes widen as realization hits you, "oh, I forgot to get your drink!" He just shakes his head and waves it off telling you it's fine and that he's not in the mood anyways.

Your eyes glowed as you pull him to the center to dance.

And he obliges, because how can he ever say no to you? He would do anything to see you smile, to keep you by his side.

As the songs become less upbeat, the two of you settle with swaying by the side away from most people, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. He feels suffocated by strong s if alcohol and loud Doja Cat music, but as he rest his chin on your head and inhales your scent, grounding himself with you as he closes his eyes, his heart slowly calms down.

You were oblivious to his tense mind at first, but when you feel him holding you too tight, you lift your head and up and find him with tears welling up in his eyes.

He takes a deep breath as if to explain himself, but no words come out.

You don't push him though, you never do. You stand up on your tiptoes and kiss away his tears, holding his face in your palms and lastly, closing your mouth with his.

The gentleness of the kiss made the tears stream faster, you let him pull away to hide his have in your hair as you continue to embrace him.

"You wanna get out of here?" You ask, knowing he'll hate it if anyone saw him crying.

He nods softly and you brush off his tears one last time before taking his hand and quietly leaving through the door you entered from. Your cousins would understand.

He looks confused when you got into the driver's seat but says nothing as he lets you drive yourselves to a McDonald's parking lot.

He releases a heavy sigh and leans at his seat as you squeeze his hand and kisses it.

"Are you alright Jace?" Your question brought him back to reality as his eyes snaps open. He looks at you with tired eyes, mustering himself a small smile and gently nodding.

"I am now. Thank you my love."

You reply with a shake of your head and climbed on his lap, pulling has face in your arms and leaving kisses all over it as he closes his eyes.

The last kiss, on his nose making him smile, before leaning your forehead together.

You laugh at how big his eyes looked like from your view and he only smiles wider, silently thanking god that at least he still has you.

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kiesjournalfrommen · 1 year

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LESㅡchildishgambino'

Banda Sunato x Fem reader

¹Warnings: Little bit of smegsy time👾, swearing, tiny degradation, a bit angst, banda himself, violent sociopathic behavior, kinky banda? manipulator

☆ enjoy

Summary: Banda met you in the real world. In Borderland you meet him again during a game involving honest and have a little "chitㅡchat."

My very first ever ff on tumblr:)

The amount of walking beyond the walls of borderland was outrageous. Most people could have dropped dead literally or just kept on going and adjusting to this normal life within Borderland. While remembering the past life before.

Before arriving into this game your life was such a disaster,

young and married to a man who's life interested too much into stocks, he practically fell in love with money right before you.

24 hour's before you're wedding you had all the time during the prior months to plan out the guest list, but a certiant name that appeared caused you to lift a brow.

You're husband standing at your side from behind, leans to look at the list of guest. Husband chuckling behind you as he walked away, hands in his pocket reminiscing of him and the person you became puzzled on.

"Banda Sunato." You whispered to yourself, his name came out so smoothly from your voice,

Your husband has never mentioned that name before, ever.

it was as if you knew of the person so well to speak casually about them in any kind of environment. How devastating it was during the reception party.

Friends gathered to watch the first newlyweds have a dance but a certiant someone popped up that caught your eye quickly.

He had black dark hair, grayish black eyes and a curious smug. He wore black trousers a white blouse, tie half down and black blazer. You still held a smile as your face became confused, the room was crowded but even a ghost can tell when something appears so quickly...

Returning your attention back to your husband who wonders why your face is contorted and concerned.

It's like you had been possessed and captivated by something out in the crowd.

If you weren't getting married. Boy, would you be quick to talk to this person.

The dance was finally over as everyone had applauded you and your love, holding hand in hand as you waltzed away hurrying to sit down and comfort your feet from the heels you wore.

Over time the more you lived with your fresh husband, the more he became tied into his work. So much so that he would deposit money to an anonymous women. The marriage ended right after you found that out.

Walking in a quiet and rainy night, you turned a corner too see a man with his back facing you. Hands in his pocket, leaning back you could hear the slightest groaning from the stranger but didn't bother to ask.

Low and Behold he turned around rather quickly to reveal himself as that mesmerizing man from your wedding which was about 3 months ago 💀

He saw your shocked expression, mentally taking notes of how your face contorted. It's like their was a camera following you and taking pictures. So you had to keep that smile on your face as he just stared at you, a bit freaked out you planned on leaving until he began walking up to you, at a safe distance he stopped. You got a full look at him, he had beauty moles and a very sculptured face, his Adam's apple visible and his attraction was VERY VERY high.

He was tall, slim and held an umbrella and watched you; anticipating what you might say despite not wanting to say anything.

"Uh.. You must be Banda, am I correct?" He's taken a back but smiles at you and nods.

"Yes I am. You must be that guy's wife. Right?" He pauses letting out a shaky breath as he stares you directly in the eyes. You just nod at him and decide that you just might not end your night getting drunk but instead talking with this man. He confessed that he was infact going to talk to you're ex husband soon.

"Do you mind me walking with you?" His voice was calm as he let out a breathy laugh not taking his eyes off you.

You politely accept his offer as you both walk side by side.

For some strange reasons you felt very calm and comfortable being at his side,

forgetting he was a stranger and saw him more as a person.

You've never felt like that in a very long time.

"I have never met someone like you before, you seem really relaxed and all Sunato." He just looks down at you and agrees before beckoning and leaving, your heart flutterd as you both conversed he was more than a mystery present to you and you just wanted to see what was inside that brain of his.

He walked you to your house and held the door open for you,

swiftly turning around to face him again as you smiled softly and thanked him

but before you closed the door you felt a bit sad that you would not be speaking to him from that day onwards.

"Banda. If I'm not able to see you again can you come to my medical university, I study their on my free time since you know the accident that happened.." you say looking down as he just smiles at you. "What is the adress?" It's right near that popular university since I'm a med student." You tell him he just nods "Well than L/N Y/N, I hope to see you in the featured sometime. Nice meeting you." He says before walking off into the rainy night.

It would be a lie to say you forgot about him, every day working in the lab refrigerating soon to be used vaccinations, you couldn't stop thinking about him. Banda would be on your mind all the time from the day forward.

You haven't seen Banda ever since that day you met him at a bus stop and when he walked you home.

Remembering his kind eyes and kind smiles. Only to see him again on the News in Japan for taking someone's life.. It was reported in Shibuya district before hearing the sound of a firework and looking up.. Waking up in the borderlands with no recollection of your surroundings or where anyone in the world was. Meeting a group of three boys who coincidentally also took note of the missing people before meeting you in the infamous walk stops. You took a separate way from the gentleman as you couched to find him again. Defeating games and difficulty cards before finding the beach, playing the game and leaving as you watched it burn.

The King of Spades is where you ended up, back in Shibuya, an old Shibuya district cross walk that was now abandoned followed by vines and grass patches.

You made your way to the next game, a table filled with collars.

You placed the collar on your neck looking forward as you entered the prison.

Feelings of tension, anxiety and the fear of death linger in the ear.

The more you tried to compress and seal away how you actually felt made it harder to connect to these people.

The more people had came in the more feelings arose.

All of the people in the room had some kind of stories, probably it being their first game at all.

You looked around the room and spotted a familiar man. "Chisiyua?" You whispered as you walked up th him.

He recognized you from the University and the beach as he spotted you so easily in the crowd of people partying. You were the only smart one who was powerful enough to put people in their place just like you did before coming to the borderlands. He acknowledged your presence as he side eyed you and raised a brow, you kept talking slight the body language. "Seems like we are in a bit of a pickle. I guess this game is a trust game, these collars do seem like those explosive ones from the tag game." You say bringing a finger to your lip as you intrigued him with your observations. He just quietly listened as he observed the people he would be with until they die.

Your very first time working with a dead body ever was on one of Bandas victims, a female who had trauma related injuries suffering with drugs in her system and heavy bleeding with stab wounds on her abdomen and one huge slice on her throat. It was traumatizing to know that the man you wondered about every day had done this to a girl. He killed a girl.

Hw could have killed you, these thoughts brought you back to reality as Chisiyua snapped you back.

"Please don't die Y/N." Chishiya looked at you with deep concerned as he vented his worries for you.

You just looked at him and simply nodded at him, assuring him nothing would happen to you.

As you let out a breath you turn around to see someone approaching from the stairwell.

His gray eyes stare around the room before landing on you, you're eyes widen as you feel your heart began to beat faster. Eyes fluttering as you stare at the man across from you.

The board does confirm your thoughts, he came back.

Banda appeared alive, well and maybe delusional but well. God you missed him so much, relived he was alive you rushed over to him.

He looks down at you as your at his side once again, a smug looks with shock setting his face as you carefully take details of his face.

You felt happy at him but that happy smile on your face soon turned sour as he began speaking. "What do you want?" He asks bluntly. Taking you a back.

Did he not remember you?

Was he mad at you?

You couldn't understand why he was acting this way. "Do you remember me.." You said hoping he did in fact remember you. "If this is your way of suddenly befriended someone or trying to get me to be your partner, I'm declining." He says with an annoyed tone. Staring you down to your core. It made you shiver, you felt confused as you walked away. He continued staring at you for a bit until you fully left his vision.

The first round had passed as a man in a suit told you your card. You made your way to the cafeteria and picked up a kind of fruit jelly before sitting down on the metal table and eating.

The insanity of being in here made you feel so overwhelmed, you hadn't done much but observe people and it was eating you alive. You wanted to leave this game and go back home, home to the real Banda not some maniac who was distant and uninterested in you.

You felt yourself tear up, your eyes becoming blurry and watery as you stared at the jelly. Remembering your life and your husband, the climax being Banda Sunato and his active stunt that happened previously.

Suddenly, a hand grasped your forearm and yanked you up, the place in the Cafeteria that you where sitting in was very dim and no one was down their except you. The figure gripped your arm before bringing their slim but large hand to your mouth, making you breath heavily out of your nose.

"Do not make a sound." Banda spoke in a hushed voice to your ear, it sounded more like a threat than an apology or demand.

He removed his hand from your mouth as you shakily let out a sigh, he did bring his hand to your waist and sat it their.

"What are you d-doing here..?" You said intimidated by him. Even though he was a serial killer, he was still a man who cared for you other than your husband who only rubbed your back and complimented you. Your wedding was the last time he ever kissed you.

He let out a sigh as he laughed turning you around to face him, your chest pressed up against his toned abs and stomach... and his hard member 😧

He let you stand their for awhile in that place making you comfortable in his warmth before finally telling you everything. Everything he wanted to say to you for the first time he met you at the wedding, he felt sorry for you because you where married to a monster.

"I still remember meeting you first the first time and you changed me completely. When I found out my best friend was getting married I pitted you. In fact I was so angry at him for marrying such an innocent kind and nice girl, and I wondered what that weight of knowing who hed spend his life with could have been, but then I met you at that bus stop during the night i was going to kill him and myself I met you. I went to sleep and I thought of you. You're the reason I stay up at night.." Whispering the last part to himself as you become flusterd by his words.

Choking on what to say you just stare at him a lip trembling.

He stares somberat you then smiles, "You're so fucking beautiful.." He whispered and leans down to you.

"I just hate how much you deal with his bull shit and decide if today will be the day you leave him. But you stay with his fucked up self.. it huts so much to see you like that. It intrigues me yet, I know very well that you want me too. Y/N please tell me you want me as much as I do. See, I think I'm in love with you."

He pauses before recoiling and processing what he had just said before letting in a breath and speaking.

"Can I kiss you?"

In the moment you would have instantly been upset with him, angry at him for coming back to you all this time later. Saying nothing but sweet compliments while pitying you. You just hated how he never showed up to your University, you where planning to confess your feelings.

But here you are,

making out with him, you feel his hands roam up your shirt and touch you all over. He felt your boobs and played with them for a bit making you moan and feel hot as his touches become hotter and more hungry, he was aching to touch you. Every single part of you. "You're just so pretty.." He says before cupping his hands around your cheeks and engulfing you in a kiss, you kiss him back with more passion bringing your arms around his neck as he arches your back and pulls you into a cell.

His lips trace down your neck passing the collar as he kisses softly on you, making you whimper by his teasing as he goes slow. "I want this to be memorable for you." He says in a quiet yet calm voice. He bites down on the flesh of your boobs and whimpers making you a bit shocked but you don't dare say anything about it.

You couldn't help but let out a quiet gasp as he sucked on your sensitive skin. His lips grazing on to your collar bone.

His tounge sliding on the soft skin of your collar bone before humming into it making your legs twitch. You were so so vulnerable, submissive and sensitive infront of him he wanted to just get over with it and pull you down onto his cock. That came to a halt as you heard the voice of a robotic lady. Announcing that the game will began and all players must return to the main hall.

You looked up at him surprised as he backs away from you smirking at the hickies he had left and your swollen kissed lips. Along with your lewd unbuttoned shirt. Glancing shamelessly at your bra and boobs that have warm wet marks of his kisses. You quickly button your shirt back up and compose yourself as you see Chisiyua, he raises a brow at you as Banda follows from behind you.

Banda leans down and catches your attention. "I'm not finished yet. You little bitch." He says letting his lips graze on your earlobe and the shell of your ear before blowing some hot air. Goosebumps of sensation make way around your body as he places himself directly behind you and fumbles with the back of your shirt, letting his finger digits play with your spine and back, bring his hands to duck into your pants and panties waist line playing with your hip. You let in a sharp breath, feeling your legs become a bit wobbly you hold onto his arm for support before anxiously looking around the room making sure no one is watching. Until making eye contact with Chisiyua who stares amused at you, brow raised and dissatisfaction and visible uncomfortable stare realizing that something is going on between you and that Banda guy.

"Hey, once we get these collars straight do you want to fuck?" He says with a straight face but you are still staring ahead at the board explaning the rules yet nod.

(I spelled C name wrong like 4 times)

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remember the nights | chapter fourteen — a rom-com happy ending

WORD COUNT — 2,841

WARNINGS — pure fluff, weddings

NOTES — i can't believe it's already over :( well, not really bc this series will always live in my head, way into their college years, but for now this is the end <3

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Ever since your Uncle Mark started staying in the guest room and wedding prep picked up even more, your house was never quiet. Between final food tastings, organizing the tables and stationary, plus the horrendous amount of extra schoolwork you were dealing with due to a new semester starting up, life never slowed down.

Things at school got better, so long as you ignored Newt in any way, and focused on your college applications and spending time with Brenda. Plus, your uncle Mark made sure to spend all his extra time with you, since you hadn’t seen him in two years.

He and Maggie’s brothers got along well, and made the house extra vibrant as everyone got to know one another over game nights and dinners. The very first night you’d met them — Maggie’s brothers, George and Dean — they embraced you lovingly, claiming that Maggie had always wanted a daughter.

Valentine’s Day started with a bright dawn and a calm air, and you could tell even with the cold that it was a beautiful day for a wedding. The day started early, at around 5am, with Maggie shaking you awake, offering you a toasted waffle and travel mug of coffee. The house was void of men and instead filled with the women of the bridal party, all running around and getting ready in different parts of the house in order to have things done on time.

Everyone had their dresses in different places, and you and a woman named Sarah did each other’s makeup in your bedroom by the desk before taking turns getting dressed and finding your purses, accessories, and proper coats.

Maggie was already on her way to the church in just her makeup by the time everyone was ready, leaving you to lock up the house and pile into one of the three cars occupying the driveway. You texted with Brenda, Harriet, and Sonya on the car ride, talking about the reception happening later on.

You and Thomas were allowed to bring your friends to the reception (with Brenda and Jorge being the exception, as they were invited to the ceremony), something that your parents agreed upon not long after they told you about the proposal. Since the bonfire, though, the group was shattered, and you really only talked to the girls for now. Thomas was inviting everyone else who wanted to come, though, so you’d see everyone there, anyway.

One thing you did notice, through the bustle and stress of the wedding and finals, was that your friends had been acting odd, to say the least. Thomas was the same, but every one of your friends were exchanging an unsettling amount of smiles and glances — not just the girls, but Gally and Minho, too. You’d even asked them about it one day, but they all refused to give you an answer.

You shook the thoughts from your head and texted the girls to update them on where you were. They were all excited for the wedding, and you were, too. Everything about this day had felt spectacular so far, and you couldn’t wait to actually see Maggie and your dad get married.

The church was empty for now, but you and the girls all filed into the bridal suite, where Maggie sat, pinning up her hair into the most elegant style you’d seen. Since her hair was neck length and wavy, it was difficult to get her hair into a style that looked nice. However, she managed to take some strands from the front to frame her face, while still having the majority of the upper half of her hair pinned back with pearl beaded pins, her waves still flowing free.

You almost cried at how wonderful she looked, before realizing it was up to you and two other bridesmaids to help her into her dress.

If you hadn’t been emotional before, you definitely were now.

Maggie looked like she’d stepped right out of a fairytale. Her bodice and sleeves were mesh, patterned with intricate lace, her skirt made of silk with a slight volume to it and lots of movement. The lace pattern bled into the skirt, blending well with the silk and forming it into a cohesive piece.

Everyone’s compliments overlapped as you took her hands in yours, the both of you smiling widely at one another.

With a gentle squeeze of your hands, and a knock on the door from her brothers, ready to walk her down the aisle, Maggie sighed. “Well, ladies, I think it’s just about time I got married, don’t you think?”

The ceremony was, to say the least, perfect.

Out of the entire bridal party, you were the last to walk down the aisle, with Chuck and Thomas on either arm, all three of you beaming like sunshine.

Your dad, along with everyone in the church, welled with tears upon Maggie’s entrance, both of her brothers on her arm. Everything went without a hitch, and you must have ran through a pack or two of pocket kleenex. You’d never be able to replicate the joy in your heart when your dad finally called Maggie his wife.

To no one’s surprise, the reception started strong and continued to stay that way. The hall looked absolutely amazing, with round tables and white wicker chairs, beautiful flower centerpieces. In the few-hour long break between the ceremony and the reception, Sonya, Harriet, and Brenda’s attitudes have kicked up in suspicion, but all things considered, you simply brushed it off. You had a lot more to worry about today than their behavior, and one of those things was your speech.

All of your friends sat at a table near the front, watching your uncle wrap up his speech. Thomas and Chuck were going to do one as the best men, but didn’t quite know what to say, so they passed that duty onto Mark. One of Maggie’s friends offered to do the same for you, but you had already started with an idea, and this was too important to pass off.

With shaking hands and messily written index cards, you stepped up to the microphone next to your parents table, smiling at the people around you. You kept your eyes on Maggie and your dad, though, for the most part.

Clearing your throat, you leaned into the mic and began your speech. “I know that there’s a lot of people here who might not exactly know who I am, but I’m very glad to be here to share this day with all of you. I’m the daughter of the groom, and my name is Y/n. I want to start by congratulating my dad and Maggie, who I can say, deep in my heart, I know were meant to be together. Sure, it took them a while, but I guess finding ‘The One’ takes time, right?” You took a deep breath, adjusting the cards in your hands, finding that you didn’t need them any more. “I’ve only known Maggie for about four years, but she’s one of the greatest people I’ve ever met. I’ll forever be grateful for all of the things she’s helped me and my dad through, and for always being there. Maggie, you and your boys have changed everything in our lives, and there won’t be a day that I won’t be thankful for that. You showed my dad how to love again, and you didn’t hesitate for a second to share that love with me, too.”

You were only looking at Maggie, now, eyes wet with tears and a smile stretching your face. “And it’s because of that love and dedication that I am proud to be here today, with all our friends and family, and be able to call you my mom.”

You watched the emotions change on your parents faces and laughed lightly. “I can only finish this off by saying that I hope that everything the both of you want out of life comes to you, and to tell you that I love you both to the moon and back.”

Quietly, you stepped away from the microphone and walked over to an already standing Maggie, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I love you so much, honey,” she whispered, kissing the side of your head.

You squeezed her tight, tucking your face into her neck. “I love you, too, mom.”

After you let go and sat down, you glanced over at your dad to find him trying his best to hide his tears. He hadn’t been doing so well, considering you could see the shine of tears building on his waterline.

Dinner and cake came after the speeches finished, both of which were delicious — you made a mental note to personally tell Jorge how good the cake was — and made you heavily consider taking seconds, despite knowing you would pay for it later with a stomach ache.

Soon enough, the dance floor filled with people, and you searched out your friends to spend more time with them.

You found them easily, the seven of them clumped into one corner of the room, just by the hall’s main entrance. They greeted you warmly, talking over one another about the food and the speeches. You told them everything about your day so far, and how proud and elated you were that the wedding finally happened. It was only when you were getting into how hectic things had been at the house that Gally’s phone rang, and suddenly the whole group went quiet.

He stepped away, answering the phone and nodding like the person on the other line could see him. Everyone was looking at him, cheeky smiles on their faces as Gally came back, tucking his phone back into the pocket of his slacks.

“What was that all about?” You asked him.

Gally smiled at you, something he didn’t do all that often, a playful gleam in his eye. “Wanna go for a drive?”

“Why?” Your brows cinched as you dragged out your question, glancing between everyone as a slight chill ran up your spine.

“He’s got a surprise for you, that’s why.” Brenda nudged you. “Just go, I promise it’ll be worth it.”

You looked between everyone wearily before following Gally out to his car, not bothering to grab your coat. Your heart was racing with every step, the anticipation and confusion building in your head. Brenda said it was worth the trip, but you just didn’t know what was going on. Not to mention everyone’s odd behavior…

After driving around for a few minutes, Gally pulled into the school parking lot. A light flurry of snow had begun to fall, dusting the grass and pavement, and slightly impairing your vision as you looked around from the passenger’s seat. “Gally, why are we at the school?”

The boy looked up from his phone with a smirk. “You’ll see.”

Not a moment after he finished his sentence, your phone pinged from your dress pocket. Your heart stopped when you pulled it out, reading the new message in your notifications. ‘Come to the willow tree’

It was from Newt.

You looked up at Gally, who’s smile widened as he nodded toward the field.

“He’s waiting for you,” Gally said, and you had to remember how to breathe.

With one final, reassuring nod, you exited the car, bracing against the cold as you raced to the willow tree. Through the flurries, you made out Newt’s figure by the tree, and stopped yourself from running any further.

Once you were able to move your legs again, you took it slower, walking through the thin layer of accumulating snow, picking up your dress to make it less likely for you to trip. With every step, you could make out Newt’s figure a little clearly, and it made the ache in your chest grow larger.

You came to a stop under the tree’s canopy of dead leaves, providing some protection from the snow. Newt was wearing a black suit, and you couldn’t deny how great he looked in it. He was still staring at his shoes and picking at his fingernail when you stopped walking, almost as though he hadn’t heard you approaching him.

Gripping the sides of your dress, you found the courage to speak up. “I thought you didn’t want to see me again.”

Newt looked up from his shoes with a smile. “I lied.”

“But that’s what you said, isn’t it? On Christmas. When you slammed the door in my face.”

“I know what I said, and I’m sorry,” Newt sighed, stepping a bit closer. “I was a prick for saying it, too. I never should’ve done what I did, you didn’t deserve it.” He took a breath, running a hand through his hair and tucking a hand into one of his pockets. “Ever since the party, Sonya’s been telling me every day how upset you were. Hell, everyone was, and it’s been driving me mad ever since, because I hurt you, and I’ve never wanted to do that.”

Teary-eyed, you opened your mouth to speak, but Newt continued.

“I don’t care what Tommy thinks about us being together anymore. But I want us to be together. Hell, the only thing that kept me quiet about how I felt for so long — that stopped me from asking you out when we hung out together on our own for the first time — was how I thought he would react, or if he would disapprove of it. But I don’t care anymore. I love you, Y/n. More than anything. Staying away from you for so long has been killing me, and I can’t stand it anymore.” He stepped closer again, leaving only a few inches of space between you. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to follow you outside when you came to Mickey’s with Brenda. To apologize for what I said, for leaving you that night. To—” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “—to kiss you bloody senseless.”

You stared up at the boy before you, the one you never thought would talk to you again, in awe of his words. After the bonfire, you never believed that Newt would say something like that to you, let alone plan something as intimate as this was. You blinked away tears for the fourth time that day and realized there was only one thing you could say at the moment.

“So do it. Kiss me.”

Newt closed the distance between your bodies, pulling you into him by the waist and pressing his lips to yours. Elation filled every inch of your body as you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him as close as you were able, pouring all your love into the kiss. You felt one of Newt’s hands snake up your neck, palm splayed over your jaw as he tried in vain to pull you closer into his body.

You wished you didn’t need air to breathe when you were forced to pull back, lipstick smeared on Newt’s swollen lips, and likely on your own, as well. But you still had one question to ask.

“Why now?” You asked, smoothing the hairs on the nape of his neck. “I mean, after everything, why now? You spent two months pretending to hate me, so what changed?”

“The jacket.” Newt told you. “Sonya practically forced it into my hands after you left, and then she yelled at me for half an hour about how big of an idiot I was being, and how wrong it was for me to keep treating you the way I had been. After that… I sat on my bed for a while, holding the jacket and thinking about how right she was. About how much I missed you. After that, I knew I had to do something, so…”

“So you planned all this?” You said, a coy smile spreading on your lips. “Just for me?”

Newt smiled wide, laughter bubbling in his throat. “Just for you, darling.” The nickname made your heart skip a beat, and your smile widened. “You shouldn’t be so surprised. You saw what I did for you in New York. Making elaborate plans to see you happy isn’t anything new.”

Without another word, you pulled his head down to kiss him again. You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips as you kissed Newt, reveling in how amazing it felt to finally be able to kiss him. Just as you were pulling away, a thought crossed your mind. “Wait. What about Thomas? And our friends?”

“Did you not hear a word I just said?” Newt laughed. “I don’t give a damn what Tommy thinks. I only care about you. And our friends have been in on it for the past week, love.”

You smiled bright at the boy holding you, pulling him back into another searing kiss.

Under the canopy of the willow tree, on the greatest day of your life so far, you got your movie-screen happy ending; and everything that happened to get it was entirely worth it.

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Tolling Bells (Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem-Reader)

I was listening to "You are the Reason" by Callum Scott and now this won't get out of my head. Wholesome things here, hope you enjoy!

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As wedding bells toll, the groom was seen standing in line to go to the altar.

Today is obviously a huge day, with everyone dressed their absolute best and guests sitting and waiting patiently. However, Rengoku was sweating beads, unsure of what to do with himself. No mission or assignment as a demon slayer was this damn stressful. Tanjiro, the best man, took a handkerchief and quickly patted the sweat off of Rengoku's forehead. Everything was running through his mind all at once, what ifs and hypothetical situations coursing through it as if it were a rushing flood.

"Hey, mister Rengoku, remember this is your wedding. There's no need to worry about anything. Mitsuri has everything planned to a T, so don't worry, Okay?" Tanjiro tried reassuring him while adjusting the groom's tie.

"I understand, young Kamado, however I didn't expect this kind of stress today. N-not to say it's bad, but gods, I'm really marrying the love of my life today, aren't I?" Rengoku sheepishly spoke, rubbing the back of his head like an awkward teen would. Giyuu and surprisingly Obanai placed a hand on his back, trying to comfort the poor man as he sweats buckets.

"You know, if you don't stop sweating I'll have to waste all of my cologne on you... not that it would be a bad thing of course." Obanai tried being nice with that, but Giyuu could see right through it, giving him a cold glare.

"Look, all we need you to do is just relax. This is your soon to be wife, so enjoy the moment with her. After all, if there's no vow renewal this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, so cherish it. Don't worry about anything else, just like Kamado said." Rengoku looked at the water hashira, giving a firm nod as he smiled. Giyuu's faced then donned the ghost of a faint smile. "There's that smile, now go get em wildfire."

Nezuko on the other hand was busy with you, adjusting your dress the way that it needed to be.

"Guys are you sure this looks good? I'm not so sure about the placement of the veil..." You wondered aloud, taking one last good look in the mirror before you absolutely needed to go out there.

"Uh, yeah! You look amazing (y/n), I'm sure Rengoku-san will be left in tears once he sees you!" Mitsuri chimed, it offered a lot of reassurance that the Love breathing hashira could tell you looked good- no phenomenal on your wedding day. It was a nerve wracking thing for you. After having so many failed relationships, you finally found the one that truly makes you happy. But this, this is definitely not the type of stress you expected. "Heyyy now (y/n), let's not focus on the negative. As your wedding planner I am here to ensure your comfort and satisfaction! So don't sweat it 'kay? Besides, you got a flame hashira to marry!" Nezuko grunted in approval of Mitsuri's statement, a look of determination on her face as she pushed you out of the bridal suite and into the hall where Shinobu, your maid of honor, was waiting for you.

"I knew it was missing something..." Shinobu muttered, rushing back to the bridal suite to get something, leaving you in the middle of the hallway with Nezuko and Mitsuri. However quickly returning with a gold tiara that matches the undertones of your off-white dress. The tiara, adorned with rubies, yellow topaz, and obsidian, was placed just above where your veil sat. "There, now you're ready to walk with your head held high. Remember you're so loved, by all of us!" Tears pricked your eyes as you took in Shinobu's words. You were truly blessed to have her as a friend, who you would dare to consider a sister.

As time went on, and the wedding party walked through, you took the arm of none other than Ubuyashiki. He was feeling particularly well this day, and knowing that your father was killed in a fire he more than willingly took up the offer to walk you down the aisle. "Are you ready, young (l/n)? Or should I say Mrs. Rengoku?" He asked softly, and with a deep breath and firm nod you looked ahead. Ahead to your future, ahead to a life with the man you love and will continue to love for the rest of time. But you heard a familiar voice, and he was singing?

Backtracking a bit: At the altar there was a piano set up, and Rengoku has no clue what's in store as Tengen sat down at said piano with his wives lined up with microphones. He then proceeded to have the most intense, eyes only conversation with him.

"Uzui-san, what are you doing? Do you even know how to play piano?"

"Well for one, I'm the god of flashiness and festivals and celebrations. Why the hell would I not know how to play piano? Or any instrument for that matter?"

"Fair enough, still doesn't answer my first question though."

"Oh, that... you'll see :))))))"

Rengoku sighed and looked to Gyomei, who just smiled at him knowing exactly what was about to go down.

Back to the present moment: As the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen came in through the procession, Rengoku's heart kept skipping beats as the piano started. An extremely familiar tune filling his ears, making tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

"It's okay to cry, this is a beautiful moment, Rengoku-san." Gyomei comforted the groom as best as he could. Then Tengen started to sing.

"It was just two lovers Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde Fallin' for each other Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish No Donald Glover Missed call from my mother Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi"

Sanemi and Genya moved to the doors, holding the handles and ready to open them to reveal the bride.

"I was all alone with the love of my life She's got glitter for skin My radiant beam in the night...

Genya and Sanemi braced themselves for the sight that Rengoku was about to behold.

"I don't need no light to see you..."

The doors opened.

"Shine"

Everyone rose up for the bride as Tengen sang and his wives harmonized with him beautifully. Rengoku's jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes basking in your beauty in the evening's golden hour light. You smiled at him, tears threatening to ruin the makeup Nezuko carefully painted onto your skin. The tiara not once wobbling as you held your head high, with Ubuyashiki walking you down the aisle to him. The bridesmaids looked at you with a "GO BAD BITCH GO BAD BITCH GO-" kind of look. The groomsmen hyping Rengoku up, with Tanjiro being his biggest supporter.

There was no first look, there were no hints to either of you as to what you guys looked like. All of it was a nice surprise, and it was thanks to Mitsuri holding everyone to secrecy.

Once you got to said alter, the song had eventually ended and Ubuyashiki handed you off to Rengoku, giving him a hug. "Take care of her my boy, she is indeed very special." Rengoku looked at his leader, then to his father. Though Shinjuro did indeed have a bit of an indifferent scowl on his face, his eyes told him that he is proud of his son. Senjuro on the other hand just smiled and gave him a thumbs up, being careful not to drop the rings on the pillow in his lap.

Gyomei cleared his throat to speak: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here in celebration of two beautiful souls. Two people who's paths crossed at some point in time in the universe to get to this point." As he went on, you had Rengoku's hands in yours, stroking them with your thumb reassuringly. He looked at you in the eyes lovingly, something about this was different. It was almost like he was desperate for this to be over.

"Today, the bride and groom have decided to use rings as a symbol of their unity-" as if on cue, Senjuro arrives with the pillow bearing the rings, standing between Gyomei, Rengoku, and you. "The purpose of the ring is to ensure that there is no way the cycle of love can be broken, given that the shape of the rings are circles. Circles represent a never ending process, which is exactly like this marriage. Everlasting and undying. Rengoku-san, please take (y/n)'s ring and hold it." He did what he was told. "Now, say your vows." Rengoku took a deep breath, not wanting to rush this but at the same time wanting this to be over. The anxiety and excitement getting to him like a child in a wonderland.

"(y/n), my darling flame, my passion, my muse. There are many things in life that are near and dear to my heart, and then there are some that are mundane and not as close to me. When I first met you, in your time of strife, I knew I wanted to help you, to be there for you, and to give my all for you. But after the battle at Mugen Train, and you saving me with your bravery and swift thinking, I knew for a fact that you were the one person I can keep close to me. You were there for everything afterwards, we obviously started dating shortly after my recovery. But I can say for certain that there is no one else that can truly set my heart ablaze the way you do. Everyday is an adventure, and there's not a day that I don't cherish you with every fiber and ember of my being. I love you for the way you are, the way you present yourself, the way you show up everyday with the brightest smile, and moreover for you in general. I love you so much, my beautiful sunflower, may many more days of happiness and laughter come for us." The crowd, bridesmaids, groomsmen, and you were in tears. Gyomei took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Please slip the ring onto (y/n)'s finger." Rengoku slipped it on, it fit you so well. The gold was genuine and the diamonds were beautifully placed into the shape of a flame. "(y/n), please take Rengoku-san's ring and say your vows." You looked at him smiling, not really sure of where to start.

"Well firstly, I'd like to thank the groom for making me a sobbing mess in the best way possible-" the crowd trickled into laughter. "But with that said, I'd also like to thank him for endless memories, yes even the bad ones. When you nearly died in my arms at Mugen Train, I knew from that day on that there was no one else I'd rather train with, no one else I'd rather give my all with, no one else that i would show my soft side to and no one else I'd rather be with. I want to be by your side through everything, be home to see you come home to me, to hopefully our children, and many other generations of the family we hope to create. Like you said, there are some things I keep dear to me and others I find mundane, but I don't find you to be mundane in the slightest. Kyojuro Rengoku I love you and nothing will ever change that, nothing, not even death, will keep us apart. By blade and blood, by love and life, we will always be together until our dying breath. It's truly you who is the shining beam in this relationship. You set my heart ablaze, you are my fighting spirit, you are my drive to keep going even when it's harder than the battles in my mind, in the real world, or against even the fiercest of demons. Kyojuro Rengoku, I love you, thank you for everything you've given me and still continue to give. Through thick and thin, I know our love is bound to prevail." Okay, now everyone is crying, even Inosuke is crying. Great job! Gyomei motioned to speak.

"(y/n), please slip the ring onto Rengoku-san's finger." And so you did, the gold circle slipping onto his finger with the message "Remember to set your heart ablaze and go beyond." engraved onto it. "In addition to the rings and vows, the couple has decided to light a unity candle, provided by Shinjuro Rengoku. The flame is to symbolize a spark of unity, an undying symbol of their love for one another." Shinjuro approached the altar, a large candle in his hands as he placed it onto a small table high enough to meet your waist. "Today, let this candle serve as a reminder of this couple's undying love."

Shinjuro looked at his son, a proud look in his eyes but there was something different... he was sober. "I'm so proud of you my son, but hurt her and I'll do unspeakable things." He smiled as he spoke, the first time both you and Rengoku saw in years. The younger of the two smiled and hugged his father to which, surprisingly, he hugged his son back. Then he turned to you, "And as for you, hold him to his word. And remember, my family is yours, always." Tears filled your eyes as you nodded in response, earning a hug from the man. Are you dreaming, or is this real? Either way, it didn't matter. Shinjuro is proud of his son and you, and that's all that matters.

You picked up the lighter with Rengoku, moving in sync with him as he lit the candle with you. It's flame sparking at first, then growing to a tall flame but slowly settling with time. You put the lighter down and went back to holding his hand. "Kyojuro Rengoku, do you take (y/n) (l/n) to be your wife? In sickness and health, in fortune and strife, and in good and bad times, for as long as you both shall live?" Gyomei spoke, all the while Rengoku just looked at you with the most lovestruck expression, just as he did when you both first met.

"I do, always." Tears filled your eyes, this is actually happening.

"(y/n) (l/n), do you take Kyojuro Rengoku to be your husband? In sickness and health, in fortune and strife, and in good and bad times, for as long as you both shall live?" Gyomei repeated his words but this time directing them towards you. A soft and gentle, yet loving and fierce look gracing your facial features.

"I do, always." You replied, just as your now husband did.

"With that said, I pronounce you as husband and wife. Ladies and gentleman, it is a pleasure to introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Kyojuro Rengoku. Rengoku-san, you may kiss your bride!" Everyone cheered and hooted as Rengoku dipped you down deep, kissing you softly yet passionately all the same. The table with the candle was moved out of the way as you both walked away from the altar hand in hand. Eager to start a new chapter of your lives.

Eager to get on with the life you dreamed of, with Kyojuro Rengoku, your husband.

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OMFG THIS IS SO LONG- I'm actually really proud of this though, I didn't think I'd push my limits like this. Let me know if you want to see more like this, or if you want a part two!

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