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albertasunrise · 3 months

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Hope for Forgiveness - Hope

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Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (Wow... the last chapter got so much love and I am so happy y'all are enjoying this ♥️)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

11 years earlier...

Joel still couldn't quite believe how you'd managed to pull this off. His house was decorated head to toe in tacky decorations in his favourite colour. His kitchen table was smothered in delicious smelling food and the couch was full of presents.

"Happy Birthday buddy." Alec said sweetly as he gave Joel's arm a friendly pat "If you hate this... It was all her idea I swear."

Joel chuckled at Alec's statement before wandering over to you "Thank you." He said sweetly as he gave you a hug and pecked your cheek "Didn't think I'd be doing much for my birthday this year with Sarah n' all."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm back for a bit." Said Tommy as he wandered into the room with Sarah sleeping soundly on his shoulder "Got someone to babysit."

"Shut the front door." Joel chuffed as he strode towards his brother to hug him, careful not to wake Sarah.

"Where's Noah?" He asked upon noticing the little boy wasn't around.

"My parents are down for a few days so he's getting some quality grandparent time." Alec replied as he pulled you into a sideways hug, beaming at Joel as the man started to eye up all the presents on his couch "You gonna open them or just stare at them?"

Joel chuckled before sitting on his armchair whilst you excitedly handed him presents. He received a new jacket from Alec after complaining to the man that he had was worn out, and a pager from Tommy. Ali's parents had sent him some of his favourite Canadian snacks and a year's supply of maple syrup. There were a few presents from some friends and colleagues that ranged from beer to accessories for his guitars.

Your present was last.

"Finally, this one from me." You said sweetly as you handed him a small, rectangular shaped box.

"You got him Jewellery?" Tommy teased "Your man's stood right here!"

Joel opened the box to reveal a watch and his eyes widened. He had spotted the watch in the window of a jeweller one day and commented to you that he liked it. The price had been extravagant but with a little one at home to focus on he didn't feel like he could justify buying himself such a luxury.

"I don't know what to say." He said as he looked at you with misty eyes "I can't believe you got this for me."

"I thought you deserved something nice after everything that's happened." You said sweetly as you shrugged off his statement "Maybe now you'll arrive on time for things." You teased as you gave him a friendly nudge.

"Thank you." He said sweetly as he smiled at you and you felt your heart squeeze at the look he gave you "This is... It's perfect."

"You're welcome, Miller." You replied finally before returning to Alec's side.

Present day...

Joel stared at the watch on his wrist as he remembered that day fondly. Its face was smashed from the accident and no longer worked but he'd refused to take it off. It was all he had left of you and despite everything that had happened after the accident, he'd never been able to let you go.

He had never blamed you for what had happened. For how you had drifted apart.

He had been the one driving and so it was his fault that Alec had ended up paralysed. If only he had said no to driving. Things would have been so different. He stared at the picture of the four of you and the kids. How happy you and Alec looked together. He had hated how he couldn't hate the man. He had been the kindest, most genuine person, other than yourself, that Joel had ever met. There hadn't been a selfish bone in the man's body and it genuinely hurt to learn that he no longer graced the earth with his presence.

He normally loved Saturdays. He often had nothing to do. Sarah had soccer practice and then Tommy took her for dinner after. It was their day together and Joel loved that the little girl had such a strong relationship with her uncle. At 12 she was such a mature young woman. Forced to grow up a little too fast which Joel felt guilty about but the girl never held it against him. Her mother would have been so proud of her.

This Saturday, however, he hated. His solitude and the fact that you were back had him dwelling on pains he had long since buried. He hated knowing that you hated him. That you were back and that he couldn't just call you and ask if you wanted to meet for a coffee.

After two hours of moping over things he couldn't change he decided to do something constructive. Jumping into his van, he headed to the supermarket. He had his list in hand as he scaled the aisles. Throwing his and Sarah's favourites into his trolly and ticking them off as he went. He looked up in an attempt to spot the next thing on his list only to freeze on the spot.

There you were. Eyes wide as you stared at him from the other end of the aisle.

He lifted his hand to wave but before he got a chance you looked away and scarpered. His heart squeezed in his chest as he watched you retreat. Even after all these years, you couldn't stand to be around him but then, he couldn't really blame you. He'd ruined your life.

...

You scolded yourself for running but the moment you'd locked eyes with him, you thought your heart was going to beat out of your chest. He had looked good. Time had been kind to him. He's grown his hair out a little and adorned a scruffy beard that suited him. He looked so ruggedly handsome.

Noah had been off with you since learning that he had known his new friend Sarah since she'd been a baby. He'd also hated how you'd hurt Joel and you couldn't blame him for that either. You'd spent the last decade hating yourself for that too. He must hate you.

You were a coward. You just couldn't face him.

If only you knew that he didn't hate you. That he never had.

10 years earlier...

Tommy sat at his brother's bedside and waited for him to open his eyes. He had managed to get special leave to fly back to be with his brother who had woken up from his month and a half long coma the night before. He had gone to yours first, assuming you had been taking care of Sarah whilst Joel was in the hospital. When someone else answered the door he knew something had happened.

His next stop had been Joel's house. Ali's parents had greeted him. Both looked run down and exhausted but they caught him up with what they knew. Which was very little.

Joel had collapsed almost as soon as he'd stepped out of the taxi that had driven him home. The driver had then quickly lifted him back into the car and had driven him to the hospital. It had been pure luck that the hospital had managed to find their number and they had been on the first flight over.

Now he found himself clutching his older brother's hand, waiting for him to open his eyes again. He wasn't waiting too long. Joel woke up a little over half an hour after he'd arrived. Joel was slow to come around. It was a good hour before he was even remotely aware of his surroundings. Doctors and nurses came to check on him before leaving Tommy to sit with his brother once again.

Your name slipped from Joel's lips as he rolled his head to face his younger brother "Has she brought Sarah by?" He asked and Tommy felt his anger towards you swell.

"Sarah's not with her." He answered and Joel's brows pulled together in confusion.

"Who's she with?" He asked and Tommy sighed.

"She's with Ali's parents." He answered "The hospital managed to get hold of them and they flew out."

"But where's-"

Your name fell from Tommy's lips in a sour tone "She and Alec have moved away." He interrupted "Went by their house and different people were living there. They moved a month ago."

"Oh..." Joel trialled off as his eyes drifted away from his brother and locked on something across from him.

"Joel, what happened with you guys? When I left they were taking care of you and then I learned that you'd collapsed on your front lawn and I-"

"She threw me out." Joel replied and Tommy stilled "Don't blame her... She hates me for what happened." Joel continued as a few tears slipped down his cheeks "It's all my fault..."

"Joel, none of this is your fault." Tommy replied but he knew that he wouldn't convince Joel.

He hated how you'd made Joel feel. Hated that you had thrown him out when he was vulnerable and still recovering from brain surgery. He vowed then and there that if you ever came back... he'd make sure you regretted your decision to turf his brother out in his hour of need.

He would never forgive you for this.

Present day...

It had been two weeks since your run-in with Joel in the supermarket. Noah continued to avoid you. He spent most days with Sarah and you were glad that he had found her again. You were sure from the moment they'd been introduced that they were soulmates. Ali hadn't seemed to really notice the difference in her brother. She spent much of her time decorating her cast or reading her latest book.

Your solitude made you miss your husband. Despite his condition, he had remained upbeat in the 10 years that followed the accident. He hadn't let his condition get him down and you had always respected him for that. Things had been hard. His ever fluctuating health had affected your relationship in a multitude of ways but you'd continued to love each other until the very end.

Despite losing touch with Joel and Tommy, you had kept hold of the memories that you'd made together. Photos dotted the house of your short time together. Alec had always talked about what a shame it was that you'd all lost touch.

You'd never had the heart to tell him that it was your fault that had happened.

Noah came through the front door pulling you from your thoughts and you smiled at him as hung his coat and up and headed for the stairs.

"How was Sarah?" You asked, trying desperately to get him to just talk to you.

"She was good." He replied simply, hanging his pack on the bannister and deciding to head into the kitchen to grab a snack.

"That's good." You replied softly as you watched him putter around "You and he are spending a lot of time together."

"Yeah... She's pretty amazing." He replied with a shrug "I guess I shouldn't be surprised we get on so well seeing as we knew each other as babies." He scoffed as he washed the glass he'd just used.

"Noah I'm...I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you." You sighed "What happened to your dad was tough. I was pregnant and facing raising you and your sister with him in a completely different way than how I'd pictured."

"So you needed someone to blame for that?" He scoffed as he turned to face you "Blame a guy that had just gone through brain surgery and had almost died."

"It's complicated..." You trailed off and Noah scoffed "My hormones were all over the place and... Your father was paralysed... He was never going to walk again and then Joel was just walking around and I just resented him for that."

"He didn't deserve that mum." He growled and you nodded your head.

"You're right, he didn't." You agreed "But I can't change the past."

"You're right." He piped up and you looked up at him, knowing he had more to say "But perhaps you can change things now."

"I don't know Noah... I hurt him pretty badly back then and I-"

"Sarah's my girlfriend." Noah interrupted, stopping you in your tracks "So you are eventually going to have to talk to him again mum."

"Your girlfriend?" You all but squeaked and Noah smiled at you "Since when?"

"Today, actually." He replied with a shrug "We get on so well and she's so pretty. I know she's a little younger than me but-"

"She's not even two years younger than you Noah, nothing wrong with that."

"Well anyway. We kinda kissed today and lunch." He smiled as he remembered the moment "We were eating under the tree by the soccer field and she was reading to me and I just looked at her. She looked so pretty and I just went for it."

You smiled as he regaled his tale to you. You knew that it was only a matter of time for the two of them. They were like kindred spirits. Separated due to circumstances out of their control but fate felt it right to reunite them again.

And you were glad of it.

"I would really like it if you and Joel could work stuff out, Mum." Noah pleaded "I really like Sarah and I want it to work but I don't want my girlfriend's parents to hate each other."

"Does Sarah know?" You asked and he shook his head "As much as I hate lying to her I didn't think it was my place to tell her that we knew each other as kids." He stated plainly "That's down to you and Joel to tell her."

You nodded. Relieved that he hadn't outed you to her.

You wanted to fix things between you and Joel but you feared it had been too long to do so. After learning that you'd upped and left whilst Joel had been in hospital fighting for his life a second time had been eating away at you for days. You had thrown Joel out when he'd clearly been unwell and the more you'd thought about it the more obvious it had been. He's not been eating. His headaches had been frequent and had appeared to be increasing in intensity as the days had gone on.

But you had been too caught up in your own problems to see that he was taking a nose dive... And you hated yourself for it.

"Okay." You said softly as you smiled at your son

"Really?"

"You give Joel my number and tell him I'd like to meet and talk." You said softly "Leave the ball in his court."

"Thank you." Noah sighed as he hugged you tightly and you choked back a sob at the affectionate action.

"Anything for you my boy." You whispered softly as you kissed the crown of his head.

Joel finished placing the tacos he'd made on the table. Noah coming to Tacco Tuesday had become a regular thing. Now though, as well as talk about school and updates, it was filled with sweet smiles and hand-holding between the two young loves.

Joel knew he should hate the fact that his 12-year-old daughter had a boyfriend but Noah was a good boy. He had felt like they were destined from the moment he first played with her on her playmat. They were two puzzle pieces that fitted together so perfectly. So he couldn't really hate their relationship. When dinner was done, Sarah excused herself to use the facilities and Noah knew this was his chance.

"Joel." He piped up and the man looked at him from the sink where he'd just placed the last of the dishes "There was something I wanted to talk to you about."

Joel gave him a bemused look but nodded, coming back to the table and sitting with Noah as he eyed the lounge for any sign of Sarah.

"I know that you, my mum and dad used to be close. That I've known Sarah since she and I were babies." He started and Joel's head shot back in surprise "I also know that you were driving the car when my dad had his accident and that you almost died." He continued "My mum asked me to give you her number. She would like to meet and talk to you about things. Try and lay ghosts to rest and everything."

"Why now?" Joel asked, his head tilting to the side as he waited for Noah to answer.

"She's always regretted the way things turned out." The boy continued and Joel's brows pulled tighter "She saw your brother a few weeks ago and he told her about how you almost died after she sent you away. She wants to make things right."

Joel nodded. Thinking over what Noah had just told him.

"Your mother blames me for what happened to your dad." He said after a few minutes of tense silence "Are you sure she wants to talk to me?"

Noah nodded and Joel sighed.

"Okay, give me her number and I'll call her." Noah grinned at this response before pulling out one of your cards and sliding it across the table to the man.

"Thank you." He said sweetly and Joel returned it.

That following Saturday found Joel sitting in the cafe you'd sent him the address of. He fiddled with the mug in his hand as he watched the door. You'd text him to say you'd gotten stuck in traffic but you would be there soon so he had taken that as a chance to have a coffee and calm his nerves.

The bell dinging above the door caught his attention and he looked up and caught eyes with you. His heart froze as you both looked at each other a moment before you found your feet again and walked towards him. He could breathe when you stopped on the other side of the table, a small smile gracing your lips.

"Hi." You said softly as you smiled a little wider at him but he couldn't speak "Been a long time."

He still couldn't say a word.

"I missed you."

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alecvolturiswifeforever · 6 months

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dating jane volturi🏹

warnings: fluff, angst (?), implied smut

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⤻ she is extremely cold towards you at first.

⤻ she sends glares your way, makes snarky comments, makes an effort to avoid you unless it’s mandatory that she’s in the same room as you.

⤻ that is until her brother finally talks some sense into her.

-“sister isn’t this what you always wanted? that special bond with someone?” “i have that with you.” “that’s… not what i was talking about”

⤻ this would continue on for a few days until he finally says it upright to her.

- “she’ll leave you know.” “…” “if you keep it up she’ll leave and you know it.”

⤻ suddenly she’s not so avoidant anymore.

⤻ don’t get me wrong, she still makes snarky comments every so often but she doesn’t say them to hurt you… more to test you.

⤻ she wants to see how easy you’ll give up and leave… and when you don’t she is thoroughly surprised (and pleased, but she’ll never admit that to you)

⤻ she begins to seek you out and slowly (like VERY slowly) she’ll start to offer small sprouts of affection.

⤻ she’ll hold your hand occasionally, lean her head on your shoulder if you’re sat together, a small side hug. little stuff like that but you appreciate it nonetheless.

⤻ she is very dependent on validation (she seeks this in the kings the most, however now she seeks it a lot in you too)

⤻ once she is comfortable around you you see a new side of her. the side only reserved for her brother… and now you.

⤻ the first time you hear her giggle you were mesmerised, staring at her with parted lips.

⤻ you could only describe it to be angelic.

⤻ (if she could’ve blushed at the look you gave her she would have)

⤻ she knows that you can be doubtful of her feelings for you, typically after one of her meltdowns when she’d attempt to push you away or her stoicism towards you around others and so she’ll subtly show you she cares through little gestures when you are alone.

⤻ reading to you, little love notes left in places she knows you’ll find them, soft touches and kisses to your face. though she can’t physically bring herself to apologise you just seem to know.

-“i’m-… I- ” “I know, it’s okay…”

⤻ bdjsbdksnsjs this is so sappy i’m sorry 🥹🥹🥹🥹

⤻ she’s not as soft with you ( i believe alec would be the one to be more teasing with his mate, whereas jane is much more to the point and serious) but you get used to it.

⤻ she makes it known that no one is to mess with you, and if they do well yeah they’re dead.

⤻ tortured first but very much dead.

⤻ she takes great pride in protecting you. it gives her a purpose. but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like to be coddled by you. she very much has those moments (who doesn’t?).

⤻ she’ll sigh in content as you play with her hair, whine when you pull away from holding her, giggle as you give her soft kisses (omg this is adorable i cant)

⤻ the first time she sought you out and asked you to cuddle (albeit very quietly) you were shocked.

- “are you okay, jane?” “i- can you- can you hold me please?” “of course, come here”

⤻ she likes that she has someone other than her brother to talk to about more… intimate things.

⤻ it’s like having a bestie and a significant other all in one (the best type of relationship).

⤻ intimacy is very, very important to her. it’s not just a “oh yeah let’s fuck and then i’ll go to work” type thing it’s much more meaningful to her.

⤻ she has to be held/holding you for a while after, just to remind her you are there and you’re not going anywhere.

⤻ overall, she is a cutie she just has some severe trust issues (but you can fix that☺️)

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kiiwiigii · 9 months

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The Red-Eyed Boy pt. ii

Pt. One | Three | Outtake

Alec x Swan!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Alec was going smoothly, until Victoria's army comes for your sister.

Warnings:

Mild language

I'm a sucker for angst

Word Count: 1,798

A/N: Part 1 was originally just supposed to be a oneshot, but here I am. Enjoy! Pssst @rosedpetal and @badass-daisy-22 your wish is my command. ;)

He was laying on his bed, dressed more casually than I had ever seen him, in a simple white t-shirt and pajama bottoms, a book in hand. I was pleasantly surprised to see that the book was on ancient Greek myths, something that I was quite interested in and even planned to study in college.

His dark chocolate colored hair was splayed out across his pillow and I itched to touch it. Well, I really itched to touch all of him, but that was neither here nor there. I had a weird obsession with his hair. And his face. In particular his eyes and especially his lips. I grinned to myself, content just to watch with my being so far away.

Visions like this were rare, few and far in between.

I supposed it was kind of creepy, but in my defense I didn't really have control of these visions, especially since they happened while I was sleeping.

I could already feel the nudge of wakefulness pulling at me. I tried my best to burrow down deeper into sleep, but resistance was futile, and I found myself opening my eyes to see the ceiling of my bedroom back home in Forks, Washington.

I rolled over with a deep sigh. I would give anything to be in Volterra with Alec. Sadly I had a little bit longer to wait. Reaching for my phone I checked my messages and grinned to see a text from him.

'Missing you.'

Alec wasn't one for talking on the phone, he preferred to text, and almost always left me a good morning message to wake up to. Most days it was the highlight of my day.

I pressed the call button and he picked up before the second ring even made a sound.

"Good morning, tesoro."

"Good morning, love." I smiled, burrowing deeper into my covers.

I really just needed to hear his voice this morning.

"Y/N?"

It was Bella, her arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"Hey, sis." I gave her a hug, resting my forehead against her.

"Everything's gonna be ok."

"I know." I sighed. "Let's just get today over with. Grab that diploma and skedaddle."

Bella would definitely have to repeat high school at some point and I counted my lucky stars that I was not in her shoes in that regard. Or any other regard. My sister was a fucking danger magnet and the whole Victoria shit was just a big red neon sign that proved it.

There was a knock at the door and Bella opened it to see Alice. The vampire was bouncing on the tips of her toes already, and the gleam in her eyes scared me. Maybe if I let Bella go first then I could make my escape-

"I'd take Y/N first. She's planning on making a run for it."

Edward you twat. Where did you come from??

Edward just shot me a crooked grin as I glared at him from over my shoulder, Alice already dragging me up the stairs. With a sigh I sat on my bed like a good girl and let Alice do her thing. Thankfully I had already done my makeup, and Alice was content to give me some red lipstick for a pop of color.

"Alec will like it, promise." She gave me a wink and I swear I turned at least fifty shades of red.

"He's not even supposed to be here today. Do you know something I don't?" I eyed her skeptically, but the little bit of hope I was feeling was obvious.

She smiled at me sadly. "Sorry, Y/N. But speaking of lover-boy."

Alice turned to her bag and brought out a small ornate box, handing it to me with all the care in the world. From Alec?

I let my fingers curl around the box, admiring the designs carved into the dark colored wood. It was old, which was quite obvious, and while I had an inkling that it was a piece of jewelry, I was in no way prepared for when I opened the box. It was a small ruby pendant, about the size of my pinky nail, dangling from a golden chain. It had with a rough rectangular cut that rounded out a little at the bottom. I was immediately mesmerized, stroking the pendant in wonder.

It reminded me not just of blood, but of something else that I couldn't quite remember. It was then that I saw the note wedged into the top of the box. I unfolded it with shaking hands, overwhelmed and giddy.

For my Persephone. Congratulations. -A

My mouth popped open. Oh. Oh this boy was clever.

The ruby wasn't supposed to be blood, it was supposed to be a pomegranate seed. Like one of the seeds that Hades offered to Persephone. In the end, eating the pomegranate seeds forced her to return to the underworld to live half the year there with Hades. It was my favorite Greek myth, and I couldn't help but draw parallels between her story and my own. They were rather crooked parallels, but I wasn't too bothered by that.

I could feel the tears start to well up. I don't think I've ever received a gift that was so thoughtful.

"Oh hun. No. No." Alice was there beside me in a heartbeat, wiping the tears before they could fall.

"They're happy tears, Alice." I said with a small smile.

Well, not completely happy, I wished he was here of course. But I would be seeing him soon enough.

"I know. We don't wanna ruin your makeup. Let me help you put it on and we'll take a good portrait to send him, yeah?"

"Thanks, Alice. You're the best ever."

I only wished I had realized just how soon we would be seeing each other.

'I am in so much trouble.'

My anxiety, paired with the adrenaline rush, was practically so high I was pretty sure it was orbiting the moon. Jasper was by my side, doing his best to soothe not just me, but poor little Bree Tanner.

"How bad is it gonna be, Alice?" I whispered to her, wringing my hands together and bouncing on the tips of my toes. "How much trouble am I in?"

"Relax." She soothed.

"So pretty fucking bad. Do I have time to run?"

I was this close to hyperventilating.

I wasn't even supposed to be here. Bella almost had my head when she saw me on the back Jacob's wolf form, poised and ready to help. With what I wasn’t entirely sure in that moment. I had come up with the harebrained scheme to help muddle Bella's scent with my own by switching the matching jackets we had received for Christmas years ago. Emmet had made the comment a while ago that our scents were pretty similar, so I just kind of ran with the idea. It had worked so well that even Edward hadn't seemed to notice when Bella had slipped on my jacket instead of her own. It had helped split the army at least. Having two humans with similar scents had sent them all mixed signals, so it had kind of worked.

Or so I was telling myself.

So here I was, exactly in a place where I wasn't supposed to be, and the Volturi would be arriving any minute. More specifically Alec and the other elite guards from what Alice had said. None of whom I've had the pleasure of meeting yet. Including his sister. This was like… meeting your significant other's family for the first time.

Well, this was gonna be one hell of a hello.

"They're coming." Alice's panicked voice did nothing to calm me down.

Jasper put a hand on my shoulder in an attempt to help. "Try to relax, Y/N. It's not you he's going to angry with."

I simply nodded and fiddled with my necklace, the ruby seed feeling cold and smooth beneath my fingers. That helped a little as they appeared from the fog, and I found myself catching my breath when I saw Alec's silhouette emerge. He removed his hood and nearly froze when he caught sight of me. I gave him a small smile and a wave.

He let out a snarl that almost sent me hiding behind Jasper.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

"Y/N is safe." Carlisle soothed. "We never would have let anything happen to her."

"This is the second time your coven has dragged her into something dangerous." He hissed, voice low and deadly.

'Well, if we're gonna get technical about it Alec, we never would have met had it not been for that first time.'

Edward shot me a look.

What? It's not like I had said it out loud.

Wringing my hands, I stepped forward slightly before finally gathering the courage to approach him. He met me half way, gathering me into his arms. I let out a deep sigh of contentment as I buried my face in his jacket.

"I know you're angry." I whispered. "But I couldn't let something happen to Bella. They weren't even aware of what I was doing until it was too late. I'm sorry. For scaring you."

Alec said nothing for a long minute and I could feel the tension practically eating me alive.

"Alec." The red-eyed girl spoke, watching and taking us in.

Jane. His sister.

He simply nodded and left me standing there before returning to his position by her side. My heart dropped. He hadn't even bothered to say anything. I turned swiftly, blinking back tears. While I was sorry for scaring him, I refused to be sorry for my actions. Bella was my sister, and I would do what I could to help her. I stood a little behind Alice, staring at nothing and trying my best to turn off my emotions.

Jane spoke again. "Impressive. I have never seen a coven escape an assault of this magnitude intact."

"We were lucky." Carlisle answered.

"I doubt that."

I couldn't help the way my eyebrows shot up. Then I had to remind myself that this was Jane, and she had always proved exceptionally brutal in my visions. And this was no different, although it was Felix who did the dirty work this time. Bree was gone.

I didn't even blink at the end of it. I simply stood there, like a zombie when they finally disappeared. And Alec hadn't even said a word. The dam holding back the flood of tears finally broke.

'There goes my red-eyed boy.'

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dayque · 4 months

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The night before Robert's funeral, Alec enters and rushes to the bathroom to wash off the blood before the children notice it. Magnus tells them what happened as sensitively as possible, but the children were too young to understand and Maryse and Isabelle were trying to stay stable so that Rafa and Max wouldn't see them devastated. Once Alec came out of the bath, he sat on the couch, his children were playing with Tavvy in front of the fireplace as if nothing had happened, Isabelle, who was crying in the kitchen with Simon, came out to the living room to hug him as hard as she could.

Alec had not cried since he returned home, his sister needed him, his mother needed him, his children needed him, and although he felt his sister's tears soak his shirt and his eyes burned from having cried in the Gard and seeing the fire without blinking he doesn't cry.

A few hours later Mark and Hellen appeared at the door, everything seemed to be happening very slowly, as if it were a dream, the children came out to say goodbye to Tavvy, but Alec didn't pay much attention. He was sitting there touching Izzy's hair, telling her that he was still with her and would never leave, like the days when their father would leave for weeks and she would be devastated waiting for him, until one of those times she lost faith that he was. came back. Surely he would now never return...

It's time to sleep, Magnus has Max on his chest, they both sleep on the couch, and Alec takes Rafa in his arms to take him to take a bath and get into bed. With his pajamas on, Rafa is watching Alec come and go, confused, as if something had been lost, first he couldn't find the hairbrush, then the storybook and now he is looking in the suitcase for the stuffed rabbit that Rafa usually sleeps with. He can't stand his curiosity any longer and asks "Daddy, why is everyone crying except you and bapa? Even uncle Simon was crying."

Alec sighed, took the rabbit from the suitcase, and sat on the bed next to Rafa where he had made a space for him. Without much desire he told him "When I was little, maybe your age, adults told me many times that children couldn't cry, and now no matter how much it hurts I don't know how to do it," Rafa was silent, he looked at him with his big black eyes and told him "if you want I'll teach you" hugging his stuffed rabbit tightly as an explanation he told him "first, you have to hug something you love very very tightly and then you have to sigh loudly taking out a lot, a lot of air through your mouth."

So Alec took his little son in his arms and hugged him tightly, enough so that his scent stuck to his pajamas and to his memory. He didn't know if he was doing well as a father and he was horribly afraid of looking like his dad, most of his childhood had been spent in fear and his entire adolescence was a complete martyrdom, his father became the cruelest judge and at the same time In the person he loved most in the world, he really wanted to please him and he had the impression that now he would never achieve it. The last years with him had undoubtedly been the best, and it was unfair that when his father finally loved him back, they had taken him away from him without giving him time to show him that he was a great son and everything he was able to do.

So he cried, on behalf of little Alec who needed a dad to hug him, on behalf of the teenager who he could never cry even though he was terrified and in pain, and on behalf of the adult who had lost a father today. He snuggled his sobbing son, he didn't seem to care that he was taking up much of his bed, and promised him with a kiss on the forehead that he would continue practicing how to cry so he could be a better dad.

"I'm proud of you, daddy", Rafa said in a murmur before falling asleep.

I hurt my own feelings with this scenario in my head and now I want to cry in company

Sorry for my grammar and spelling, have a nice day:3

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The Devil Doesn’t Bargain

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 8k

Summary: You and Eddie are best friends, he is always there for you if you need him. One day you knock at his door after you went back to your abusive Ex the night before.

Warnings: Angst, domestic abuse, physical violence (only light descriptions), toxic relationship, don’t worry Eddie is the good guy.

Available on: AO3

A/N: I heard the song, I had to write angst. Inspired by “The devil doesn’t bargain” by Alec Benjamin. Might wanna listen to it while reading this fic, it’s at least how I wrote it haha. This fic is about an abusive, toxic relationship and trying to get out of if. Take care of yourself while reading it, please! Otherwise enjoy!

♣ Eddie Munson Masterlist ♣

It shouldn’t have been like this.

It should have been okay this time.

That’s what you had told yourself.

In reality, your whole body felt like it was on fire and not a single thing had changed.

It was like you learned nothing, falling right back into the trap.

All you could do now was getting ready for meeting with your best friend while trying to ignore the stinging pain that came from almost everywhere.

You never learned, didn’t you?

You dressed in your long-armed hoodie despite the weather being quite nice. No one needed to see the bruises.

They were between you and your Ex and he probably hadn’t even noticed. Again.

He never did.

He was your Ex for a reason and yet, you always went back to him. It wasn’t smart, he wasn’t good for you and yet… it had felt so different last night when he had picked you up.

And then everything had turned to shit. Again.

Yelling, a strong grip all over your body and then suddenly, sweet whispers in your ear, apology after apology, the plea not to leave him. Again.

You didn't. Only this morning before the sun had even kissed the horizon and he had been in deep slumber.

Just thinking about it caused tears to gather in your eyes but you couldn’t cry now. You would only be late otherwise.

With a forced smile you arrive at the trailer park, knocking at your friend’s door.

Eddie opened the door with a wide grin. “Good morning, sunshine!” he exclaimed happily and you smiled back at him.

He wanted to give you a hug but you dodged it while entering the trailer. The risk of him accidentally touching one of the bruises would be too high.

“No hug?” he asked and pouted at you, causing you to laugh a little.

“Not in the mood,” you told him and tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. He couldn’t know but you could see in his eyes that he was already trying to figure out what was going on. He was too perceptive and you knew this. You knew you should tell him right away but your shame held you back.

He would never judge you but you judged yourself twice as much.

“I was just about to make some pancakes, would you like some?” He pointed at the tiny kitchen behind him while you sat down on the couch and nodded.

He then started to hum some song while he quickly prepared some pancakes and you just listened to him in silence. It felt good to be with him. It made you feel safe and you almost forgot the horrors of last night.

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt those phantom hands on you and you closed your eyes, shaking your head. It hadn’t been that bad, right? He had only lost control. Again.

He would calm down until Monday, until you saw him at school again. Would he act like you were a couple again? You weren’t. There was a reason why you had broken up with him and yet…you had gone back, despite your better judgment.

“Are you going to tell me what’s up?” Eddie’s voice got you out of your head and you looked up at him as he placed two plates with pancakes down on the small table.

“Nothing, all good.” You almost winced at yourself when you said that. It sounded so fake.

“You’ve never been a good liar, Y/N. You would also never pass up on an opportunity to steal the first pancake right out of the pan and almost burn your hands,” he told you with a sigh as he sat down next to you.

“I just had a bad night. Not enough sleep.” You could see that he wasn’t buying any of that but he let go of it, for now. He knew when you didn’t want to talk and you appreciated that.

You ate your pancakes in silence while watching TV. You wanted to tell him. Badly. But whenever you opened your mouth to mention it, it felt like your throat was held tight by two strong hands.

It hadn’t been that bad, right?

When Eddie was done, he leaned back on the couch and stretched himself. “So, anything in mind for today? I was thinking of taking a swim at Lover's Lake, the weather’s quite nice today.”

“I don’t really feel like swimming,” you said quickly and gathered up your plates, bringing them into the kitchen to wash them in the sink. You knew if you wouldn’t do that, they would sit for at least two days. Eddie wasn’t the one to clean up frequently.

Just the thought of stripping down into just your swim clothes, exposing all the bruises, made you sick in your stomach.

“Y/N.” His voice sounded so sad and disappointed as you heard how his footsteps were coming closer. You let go of the dishes, but he already grabbed your wrist, making you wince in pain.

As if you had burned him, he quickly let go, looking down at his hand and then back into your eyes.

“Sweetheart…” The word fell from his lips like a lost prayer and you swallowed hard, turning away from him, hugging your arms to your chest. He knew. He knew exactly what was going on because he had seen it so many times.

He once more reached out to you, taking your hand carefully in his. This time and you couldn’t do anything other than let him. This way you wouldn’t need to tell him, he would see for himself.

Eddie slowly moved up the sleeve of your hoodie and you heard him swallow. When your eyes found his face again, his jaw was set hard as he looked at the bruises on your arm.

“Again?” There was no judgment in his voice, just sadness. “Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” You wish you knew.

He slowly ran a finger over your bruises, a featherlight touch that didn’t hurt at all and yet, the memories of last night made you wince.

When his eyes found yours, you could almost feel his pain. He was in pain for you, with you, because of you.

“It’s nothing, really,” you said in a low voice and removed your arm from his light grasp, missing the soft touch that had felt so comforting.

“He’s never gonna change.” He started to say those words you didn’t want to hear. “He’ll do you harm over and over again.”

“Please, stop talking.” You almost begged him because his voice sounded so broken. Every other person would have judged you for going back again and again. Not him. He looked like he felt your pain just like his own.

Two sides of the same coin.

Yet, you didn’t want to hear this. You knew it had been stupid but you were like an addict falling back into old habits.

“If that’s what you want,” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair before opening a kitchen drawer and pulling out a small box of pills, putting them into your hand. “Just in case.”

Painkillers. He had placed them in there the last time because you had been barely able to walk. He knew the procedure by now.

For some reason, you always ended up here after you had met with your Ex. Eddie had always been there for you, no matter what.

His jaw was still clenched just like one of his fists. He hated to see you like this and yet, you kept doing it to him because he was the only person that could make you feel safe.

“He isn’t worth it, darling,” he breathed out and you almost didn’t catch it as he turned around, going into his bedroom. You looked around the corner and saw how he grabbed his guitar.

A small smile was already forming on your lips and you followed him, sitting down on his bed cross legged like a little kid that was excited for Christmas.

He always did this. He took care of your wounds in some way and then he would sing to you.

At first, he didn’t play any specific song, just playing a few notes and humming to it before he started to play and sing some of your favorites.

It didn’t take long for the exhaustion of last night to kick in. You had barely slept because of the bruises and your Ex next to you but here, in this messy, run-down trailer, you felt safer than anywhere and soon enough, you had drifted off to sleep.

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You had spent all Sunday with Eddie in his trailer, ignoring the elephant in the room but he wasn’t the one to pry and you were thankful for it.

He had picked you up at home this morning, insisting to drive you to school. You had a feeling he didn’t want to let you go alone in case you encountered your Ex. Which you would totally do.

Both of you jammed a little to Judas Priest on the way to school, with the windows down to the point where his hair had turned into quite the mess from headbanging and the wind. He looked ridiculous and it made you laugh quite a bit.

It felt good to be with him.

He parked his van in the parking lot and you grabbed your backpack before getting out of it when the anxiety kicked in. You had trouble with taking deep breaths until he felt Eddie’s hand at your lower back.

“We can still turn and run, you know,” he whispered next to your ear, eyes on all the people in front of you, walking into the building.

“No, it’s fine.” He then turned his head to look at you and shook his head.

“We both know it’s not but it’s your choice.” He was right as usual. You hated that, so you just started walking and he removed his hand, falling into step beside you.

You barely made it across the parking lot when you heard the voice you didn’t want to hear.

“There’s my girl!” He yelled loudly from the other side of the parking lot, standing there with his jock friends. Andy grinned brightly at you as if he wasn’t the reason for your bruises and tears.

His grin faltered a little when he looked beside you at Eddie and you felt your stomach drop. Andy hated Eddie with a burning passion and vice versa. For obvious reasons. As soon as he noticed the other boy, he started to walk toward you.

“I’m going to kill him,” you heard Eddie growl beside you and when you looked at him, his jaw was set tight, and his eyes were full of anger.

He made a step forward, but you quickly stood in front of him, placing a hand to his chest to stop him, shaking your head.

You stared into his angry dark eyes for a long moment before turning around yourself. Without thinking, you walked forward, just wanting to diffuse the situation before they could meet.

Eddie reached out for you, grabbing your arm carefully at the only place where he knew that there were no bruises. You had shown almost all of them to him last night. He had looked as broken as you had felt.

“Please, don’t.” He was begging you to stay with him, right here, to not go over there.

“I’m sorry,” you said, tears gathering in your eyes and once again, it was like the two of you were sharing each other’s pain. He looked so desperate to make you stay and you just wanted him to be safe from the athlete’s wrath.

You threw him one more apologetic look before wriggling out of his grasp and meeting Andy halfway.

The trained fake smile automatically came up on your lips and only vanished for a moment when he put an arm around you, touching so many bruises at the same time but he didn’t seem to care. Or to remember. You weren’t really sure. Pain was exploding all over your body but you kept your composure.

You couldn’t even look at Eddie as you walked past him with the others, shame washing over you.

You didn’t want to see the pain in his eyes.

For once you were thankful for your schedule today because you didn’t have classes with Andy at all.

It was only during lunch that he had insisted that you sit next to him and the others now. He really acted like you got back together and you really wanted to tell him off but you couldn’t.

You were scared and that knowledge hurt even more than the bruises on your skin.

The only thing that was worse than sitting with the athlete’s again was Eddie’s gaze on you. He was looking at you so hard it felt like he was drilling holes into your head. You even felt his gaze when you weren’t looking at him.

Normally you’d sit with him and his friends. Not today. You knew he was worried about you, would always be, no matter how many times you would tell him that you were okay.

He would never believe it because he shared your pain.

When your eyes met for a moment across the dining hall you saw how he tensed. Just a subtle shift in his posture and it looked like he wasn’t listening to his friends at all. All his focus was on you, and he really looked like a lion ready to pounce on Andy.

He would within a heartbeat if you’d let him.

Yet, you told yourself that you would be able to handle this on your own.

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Days had passed and you had been able to convince yourself that it had really just been an accident.

Andy had been so sweet to you the last few days and within a second, he had ruined all of it again.

Another accident, right?

Tears were flowing down your eyes as you sat in the bathroom, cowering on the cold bathroom floor while he knocked at the door.

“Y/N, please, let me in. I didn’t mean to hurt you!” he begged outside the door but you couldn't even move. You tasted the blood on your split lip and your whole body was shaking.

“Babe, please,” he begged again and all you wanted was to leave.

“Leave me alone!” you yelled back at him, your broken words coming out between loud sobs.

It had happened so quickly. One moment you were cuddling, kissing, and talking and suddenly you had said one wrong word and he exploded with anger, pushing you and slapping you right into the face. You hadn’t even realized what you had done wrong.

The only escape you had thought of was the bathroom, you had barely made it in before he had the chance to catch up to you.

“Come on, open the door!” He said and knocked at the door, rattling the doorknob and then he forcefully kicked against the old wood, making you wince. “Fine, have it your way. You’ll have to come out eventually, you know.”

That was the problem. You couldn’t stay in here forever and as soon as you would open the door, he would just…you had no idea. Maybe he would apologize like he always did, telling you that it had been a mistake, an accident or maybe he would be angrier this time because you had locked yourself into his bathroom.

You felt so sick. Your legs were hugged to your chest and you rested your head on your knees, closing your eyes.

All you could see was Eddie’s smile. It was comforting to think of him. You had been best friends for so long that it felt like he was the only person you could truly trust. You could let go with him. Be yourself.

Another sob left your mouth just thinking about this.

You didn’t realize that Andy had stepped away from the door until you heard commotion down the hallway. There was incomprehensible shouting, loud banging and suddenly, pure silence.

It made you shiver.

“Y/N?” You couldn’t believe your ears. “Sweetheart, it’s me. Open the door, please.”

With shaky legs you stood up and opened the door, only for Eddie to almost burst into the bathroom as soon as he heard the lock open.

You stumbled back a little, looking into his wide worried eyes and noticed the bruise starting to build on his cheekbone. His skin was split apart and he was bleeding a little.

“What are you doing here?” you breathed as he came closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest.

“You were supposed to meet me two hours ago, darling. I got worried and it seemed like I was right.” He placed his chin on your forehead and you wrapped your arms around him, still shaking.

You couldn’t believe he was real.

“What about-?” You started to ask but he shook his head.

“Knocked him out good. Better hurry though before he wakes up.” He then took a step back, wincing a little when he saw your bloody lip. “Can you walk?”

“I think so,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster up. The confidence died at the second step, legs and body still shaking.

Without another word Eddie reached under your knees and lifted you up into a bridal position, carrying you across the hallway. You didn’t see Andy anywhere. You didn’t want to look at him anyway.

He put you in his van before driving off quickly. You didn’t even want to think about the fact that he just knocked Andy unconscious in his own house and that there would be consequences.

You wanted to say so many things but you couldn’t. All you could do was focus on your breathing so your body stopped shaking.

Suddenly you felt vomit rising your throat, your neck growing hot. “Stop the van!” you said quickly, and Eddie immediately hit the brakes. Thankfully you were in the middle of nowhere as you opened the door, stumbling out onto your knees before vomiting right on the grass at the side of the road.

“Shit,” he muttered and got out too, coming over to you with fast steps. He moved your hair out of your face while you were emptying your stomach.

When you were done you sat back on your knees, and he was crouching beside you.

“You look like shit,” he said with a small, comforting smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Thanks,” you groaned, head spinning a little. The woods around you were awfully quiet.

“This has to stop, Y/N.” Again those words you didn’t want to hear because he was right. “He will never be Prince Charming.”

“I know,” you admitted so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it yourself. Your eyes went down to where your hands were resting on your legs, you couldn’t look at him.

“Then why? Why do you keep running back to him?” His voice sounded so broken once again and the emotions radiating from him were overwhelming you.

You got up and took a deep breath, walking away from the smell of your own vomit, coming to a halt in front of his van, your back to him.

You heard him follow but keeping his distance. “I guess we all just accept the love we think we deserve.”

“Are you kidding me?” There was anger in his voice now and he grabbed your shoulders, turning you around.

His dark brown eyes were like a storm trying to catch you, he was staring right into your soul for a long moment before he let go of you, swallowing.

He took a step back and ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “This is not what you deserve. At all.” His eyes were fixed on your split lip that thankfully had stopped bleeding by now.

You felt tears gathering in your eyes again and shit, you hated this. Your mouth opened to answer him but he was quicker.

“You deserve more than this. More than this town. You deserve the god damn world and I fucking hate to see you being treated like that. I’m sick of it.” His sudden outburst took you by surprise, normally he was the one being composed and rational.

“I should have killed him back there. I wanted to. God, I wanted to,” he almost laughed at his own words. His jaw was clenched just like his fists were and the anger you felt from him was unreal.

“But I didn’t because that’s not what you would want. So please, I’m begging you, don’t go back to him again. Enough is enough.” His voice was calming down again, pleading and it almost looked like his eyes were as glassy as yours felt.

You swallowed hard at his words but shook your head. “I just. I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what?” He took a step forward, almost in your personal space again, looking at you with such intense eyes that a shiver ran down your spine.

“I don’t know if I can. You know I’ve tried. So many times, and I somehow always end up with him.” You couldn’t look into his eyes any longer, so you looked down on the ground between your feet. Your heart was beating so fast that it started to ring in your eyes.

“Then let’s leave.” A bitter laugh escaped you before you could stop it. “Let’s leave this god forsaken down so you can escape his grasp.”

His words took you by surprise and you looked back up at him, heart beating even faster. “You know we can’t just…leave. Why would you even say that?”

“Because I’m in love with you, for fucks sake!” He blurted out and you couldn’t believe your ears.

He also looked at you like he was surprised by himself and took a step back, turning around. “Shit”, he muttered to himself, running a hand over his face.

“You what?” You had heard him quite clearly but you wanted to make sure.

He laughed at that and turned back to look at you. “I’m in love with you and that’s why it’s fucking killing me to see you like this.” He waved his arms around towards your body. “You don’t deserve any of it, sweetheart.”

The sound of your heartbeat was deafening now. It felt like reality was trying to split apart from you.

“For how long?” You barely got any words out, the invisible chokehold on your throat too strong. The whole situation was too much.

“From the first moment I met you all those years ago.

His words made you swallow hard, and you saw in his eyes that he spoke the truth. How didn’t you notice?

“And let me be honest with you: I can’t do this anymore exactly because I love you more than anything. It’s breaking me apart on the inside to see new wounds on you. It’s killing me to know you’re with him not because I’m jealous but because I know he will hurt you again and again. It fucks me up to know you always go back to him and I sound so damn selfish right now.” He let out another frustrated laugh at his words. “But darling, the devil doesn’t bargain.” His words were broken and he sounded like he was about to cry.

It made your heart sink.

You didn’t even know what to say to that. You had never even considered that Eddie was in love with you because you had been so caught up with Andy. He had always been your best friend, nothing more.

“I…I don’t know what to say,” you admitted, biting on the inside of your cheek.

He just shook his head. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry for unloading all of this on you. You were never supposed to know.”

“Why not? Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked him and tears started to roll down your cheeks now. There was no way of stopping them, it was all too much. The pain, the bile in the back of your throat, his words, the look in his eyes.

“Because I’m not what you deserve either. You deserve the sun, the moon and the stars and I can’t give you that. It wouldn’t have changed a thing.” The last words were barely more than a whisper above the silence of the woods.

You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.

“I’m fine with being your best friend. I’m not fine with Andy treating you like a punching bag.” He came back to you with slow steps and took your face in his hands, making you look at him. “And I can’t see you cry anymore.”

You felt his pain and he felt yours.

His thumbs slowly moved over your cheeks, wiping away the tears before he pressed a kiss against your forehead.

A sob escaped you at his tender gesture, something Andy never did.

“You’re too strong to cry over such things,” he whispered against your forehead before he let go of you, taking a respectful step back. You didn’t want him to.

You felt safe when he held you in his arms. His words made your heart flutter.

A long moment passed before he said something. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

So, he did. Judas Priest was playing on his radio, but you could barely hear them. All you heard was his voice in your head. How he said he was in love with you. How he admitted that he couldn’t do this anymore.

It felt like you were losing your best friend and yet, it felt different now that you knew how he felt.

You looked over to him, studying his side profile while his eyes were focused on the road in front of him.

Eddie Munson was in love with you and you had never realized.

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You didn’t go to school the next day, told your parents you felt sick and they hadn’t questioned it too much before going to work.

You didn’t want to see Andy today, not after yesterday. Just thinking about it made you wince, how he hurt you, how he yelled at you. And yet, there was this voice in your head.

It hadn’t been that bad, right?

You wondered if Eddie went to school today. He had to or he wouldn’t pass his classes but then again, Andy would for sure remember what had happened yesterday.

Anxiety was creeping up your neck. What if he would hurt Eddie? He wouldn’t do that at school…right?

The thought was following you all day long, even after you fell back asleep. It was haunting your dreams. Andy wouldn’t let this slide. He would try to get revenge on Eddie somehow. He would ask his teammates to join him. Jason would happily agree and wherever Jason was, Chance would also go. Patrick kind of always joined in too. That would make four against one.

You felt sick in your stomach.

A loud knock at your window took you by surprise and when you sat up, you saw Eddie sitting on the roof in front of your window, waving at you.

You quickly got up and opened the window for him so he could climb inside. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

“What the fuck are you doing on my roof?” You looked at him perplexed but he just laughed at you.

“You didn’t open the door. Had to find another way.” He grinned and you noticed the bruise on his cheekbone. It had gotten worse since yesterday, the color now strong and present. He seemed to notice your stare and waved a little.

“Don’t mention it. He got it worse.” Eddie almost sounded a little proud and for someone who claimed he was no hero, he did quite the heroic thing.

“Did he?” you asked him and somewhere inside of you, that thought made you happy.

Eddie pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Totally. Might be the reason why I wasn’t in school today but at the police department.”

“What?!” Shock washed over you like a wave crashing against rocks.

He rubbed his neck with a sly smirk around his lips. “Called me up there this morning because of an ‘Act of violence against a fellow member of the community’. It was ridiculous really.”

Anxiety was rising in your throat. “How much did you tell them?”

“Nothing that you wouldn’t have wanted, don’t worry. Told them it was a fight about a girl and that we both overreacted. Not sure how much they believed me because…well, I am me. And Andy belongs to Jason’s group so…we’ll see.” He smiled at you as he sat down on your chair next to your desk while you sat down back on your back, feeling a little relieved.

You were so thankful for him, but the elephant was still in the room, at least for you.

He was in love with you.

He didn’t act that way though. Not now at least. He just acted like he always did, like he was just your best friend. Only now you knew that he had feelings for you. Feelings so strong he was breaking apart when you would shed even one tear.

“You’re in love with me,” you breathed out as if you only realized this now.

He stopped going through your papers for school as if you caught him red handed and then looked at you.

“Yeah, I think I’ve mentioned that before,” he said with a laugh and then scooted closer to you. “But it doesn’t matter. Things don’t have to change between us. Just forget what I said yesterday, okay?”

He put his hands over yours. How could you forget about those words that went straight into your bones? He made it pretty clear that he would kill for you just to make sure you would be okay. You weren’t sure if he would actually do that, he wasn’t the kind of guy to do that but love made someone do crazy things.

“I just want you to be okay. I don’t need you to love me back for that.” He rubbed his thumb over your hands that were shaking slightly. You didn’t know what your emotions were doing, and your mind was running wild.

He then removed his hands, and you instantly missed his warmth. The warmth that always made you feel safe.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and you were about to get up but he was faster. “Oh, now you hear it but not when I ring? I’m wounded.” He held his hand dramatically to his chest and you laughed at his antics

“You’re an idiot,” you said with a soft laugh which made him grin even more.

“An idiot that can make you laugh.” He blocked the door from you a little. “It’s for me anyway. I ordered some pizza. Figured you might be hungry.”

“Ah, my savior,” you told him with a grin and he winked at you.

Only a moment later he was back with fresh pizza, your favorite kind of course, and both of you sat down on your bed to eat it, chatting mindlessly about D&D and how he was so close to actually not failing his classes.

It felt good to be with him like this. Carefree. Not worried about a thing and yet you couldn’t get it out of your mind.

Eddie Munson was in love with you and it affected you more than you could even comprehend.

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You absolutely dreaded going back to school because you’d see Andy and you had no idea how to deal with him after everything that had happened.

After all, it hadn’t been that bad, right?

But then Eddie’s words came back to you, making you realize how bad it had actually been, over and over again. You didn’t just hurt yourself while running back to the guy who repeatedly left you bruised and battered, you also hurt your best friend while doing so.

You could handle your own pain but you didn’t want to see Eddie’s. You had never known how much it actually affected him.

But getting away from the first person who ever showed you love, even for just a short while, seemed so hard to do. Andy had been there when you had been a social outcast, he took you into the popular crowd. He had made you feel special and loved until everything had fallen apart.

You never realized how much you had left Eddie behind while all of this and all he did was look at you from afar during school, patiently waiting for you. You had hung out too during that time, just not as much as you had been used to. He must have been lonely.

Your heavy heart sank when you realized.

Both your social lives had split apart, he had become the freak and you kind of popular but only as long as Andy wanted you.

Your steps grew heavy as you walked onto school grounds, and you tried to steady your breathing. The anxiety was hovering over you like a dark cloud and you licked your lip at the spot where the split still was. Not as visible anymore but still there.

It didn’t take you long to see him, standing there with his friends, wearing his jersey and his basketball cap. Bile was rising up in your throat.

Jason seemed to notice you and nodded in your direction, which made Andy turn around. You immediately saw the black eye and the wound at his temple. That must have been Eddie’s doing.

When he started to walk over to you, all you wanted to do was run but you were frozen in place. Your legs didn’t move one bit. Andy didn’t seem too happy to see you today and you swallowed hard, anxiety wrapping around you.

Then a hand was at your lower back, carefully pressing against you in a reassuring manner.

When you turned your head, you saw Eddie standing there, not looking at you, his gaze fixed on the other guy. His jaw was clenched and his eyes a storm on their own.

Your stare followed his over to Andy, whose whole posture had changed now that Eddie was next to you. His chest was more puffed and he walked straighter, his expression a mix of anger and amusement.

“Don’t be afraid, sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice was so reassuring and pushed away the anxiety. Not completely but enough for you to take a deep breath as Andy stopped in front of you.

“Can we talk?” he gritted out between his teeth and he seemed to have a hard time keeping it together.

Just hearing him talk caused a mess of emotions inside of you. You remembered how that voice had told you sweet things at night but also yelled at you the next second.

You wanted to reach out and pull back at the same time. It was horrible.

The hand at your back started to move slowly up and down and you looked towards Eddie who was still not looking at you.

“No,” you muttered out in such a low voice that you barely heard yourself.

“Excuse me?” Andy said and you weren’t quite sure if he didn’t understand or didn’t want to understand.

“She said no,” Eddie said with a stern voice and you knew that this was hard for him too. He never liked conflict. He ran away when it got too hard and yet, he was here, for you.

“Shut the fuck up, Munson. I don’t even know what you’re doing with my girlfriend.” The hand at your back stopped moving and gripped your clothes a little. You felt the anger rising inside of him.

“Protecting her from you.” His words were merely more than a warning growl and Andy took a step closer, almost inside your personal space.

“The only protection she needs is from a freak like you.” Andy pushed against the man’s chest, making him stumble back. His hand left your back and you turned a little, still trying to find your voice.

Eddie’s hand clenched into a fist but Andy just laughed. “Careful, Munson, or the cops will be right on you again.” Then he took a swing at Eddie, punching him right into the nose, making him stumble back again.

People started to look. Eddie groaned in pain and you saw blood coming from his nose.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Eddie then said, ready to take a swing at Andy when you got between them.

“Stop!” You said loudly, your vocal cords finally deciding to work and you were shocked at yourself. You held your hands up, trying to keep them separated. If you didn’t stop them now, they would both get in trouble and the last thing you wanted was for Eddie to get in even more trouble because of you.

At the end of the day, they would believe Andy more than they would believe you and Eddie combined.

He was so reckless and his love for you made him do stupid things like getting into a fight. Normally he would never do this and yet here he was, bleeding because of you, again.

“I don’t need your protection,” you told Eddie and his eyes dropped to the ground as if he was in shame.

You heard Andy snicker behind you but then you turned to him, staring into the eyes you once loved.

A long time ago.

“And you, stay away from me. From him. I can’t do this anymore.” The words were so hard to speak and you were so afraid of his reaction but all he did was laugh.

“Are you going all cuddly with him now? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at you, amusement twinkling in his eyes. Andy didn’t take this seriously at all.

“No. I just…I can’t do this anymore.” You licked over the split on your lip again. “You keep hurting me.”

Andy’s jaw clenched and he shook his head. “I don’t mean to, you know that. I love you!”

“That’s not love! It hasn’t been for a long time.” Now that you spoke those words, realization really hit you. It had been this bad for quite some time now, but you had been too blind to realize. Trying to find the positive things but they didn’t exist.

The athlete took a step closer, invading your personal space and staring at you like he always did. “You’re breaking up with me? Again?”

“We never got back together,” you said and put your hands on his chest, trying to keep him away from you.

A laugh left his mouth and he shook his head. “Fine. You keep telling yourself that.” He leaned in so close that you could feel his breath on your skin. “I know you’ll come running back to me. Find your way into my bed again and I’ll show you how much I still love you.”

There was something crazy twinkling in his eyes that you had never noticed before. It made you shiver, his words made you sick.

Before you could answer him, he turned around and left you standing in the middle of the parking lot you were still in. Thankfully not a lot of people had paid attention because it had only been one punch and then just talking. Most other students were inside the building now, the parking lot rather empty.

Andy was gone and so was the adrenaline in your veins. You almost sank to the ground but two arms caught you, holding you upright.

When you lifted your head, you looked into those two brown eyes that gave you so much comfort. A smile was on his lips, the skin under his nose smeared with blood.

“That was pretty metal of you,” he said and you laughed as he helped you stand properly. “I also didn’t mean to intervene like that, I wanted to give you a choice but I just couldn’t stand around doing nothing. The way he looked at you-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” You quickly said, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. “I liked that you wanted to protect me but this was something I had to do on my own.”

“I absolutely understand that.” He nodded at you and you saw how the blood was still coming out of his nose.

“Let’s get you to the nurse,” you suggested and grabbed his hand but he just shook his head.

“I’m not going to the nurse because I got my nose punched, sweetheart. I’m a grown man, not a baby.” He huffed and the way you tried to pull on his hand to get him to move was in vain. Instead, he just held his nose closed with his free hand and put his head back slightly.

You laughed softly at his behavior. Just him being here with you made your anxiety go away and your confidence rise. You wouldn’t have told Andy off like that without Eddie being here.

If Andy was the sickness, Eddie was the cure.

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A few weeks had passed and Andy hadn’t even looked at you anymore. You were once more a member of the outcasts and the freaks, but this was so much better.

You hadn’t felt this alive in a long time, knowing that this time, you wouldn’t go back to Andy anymore, no matter what. This time was different, for sure.

This time you knocked on the trailer door without any bruises, with your mind being free of violent thoughts. They were still haunting your dreams and it would take a while for you to be healed but it was progress.

He opened the door with a wide grin, already knowing it was you before even seeing you. Probably because he never got any other visitors but it still made you happy.

“What’s that?” he asked, still standing in the door, and nodding to the box inside your hands.

“I got you some donuts,” you answered and smiled back at him.

“Any special occasion? Did I forget something important? Your birthday? My birthday? Oh god, is it our friendship anniversary?!” He dramatically put his hand on his chest and let out a fake gasp that made you laugh.

“No, idiot. Just because I wanted to.” You shook your head with a grin on your lips. He was so ridiculous sometimes and it made you feel so warm and safe.

“Oh, in this case, come all in then.” He stepped away from the doorframe and you passed by, hearing how he closed the door behind you.

The trailer was a mess as usual. Sometimes you wondered if he ever cleaned it at all.

You walked straight into his room, him following right behind you. His bed wasn’t the most comfortable but it would do. As soon as you placed the box of donuts down, he already opened it, grabbing his favorite.

“Delicious,” he hummed with his mouth still full and you laughed, also taking a donut for yourself.

While you ate, he told you about his latest D&D adventure and how the new kids were warming up to the others slowly, starting to get more out of their shells. It was heartwarming to hear.

It once more made you realize what a good person he was.

“You love me, right?” It suddenly came out of your mouth, there had been no chance to stop it. You didn’t even want to ask that and you had no idea where that question had come from.

He looked at you just as surprised as you felt but then a warm smile spread across his lips. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop doing that.”

You swallowed hard at his answer and you had no idea what to say to that. Hell, you hadn’t even wanted to ask in the first place. This was awkward.

Eddie patiently waited for you to keep talking but your mind was blank. He turned his body a little more into your direction. “I’m not sure where you wanted to go with this but it’s okay if you don’t love me back. We can just stay best friends. As I said before, nothing has to change.”

But everything had changed and you realized that now. “What if I could though?” He lifted an eyebrow at that. “What if I could love you back?”

“Please, don’t,” he said and laughed but it was a bitter one. His answer surprised you a little, normally people were happy if their love was returned.

“Why not?” you asked, quite confused at his whole reaction.

“I’ve told you once before, sweetheart,” he said and reached out, brushing his thumb against the corner of your lip to remove a bit of sugar before licking it off his finger, “I’m not good enough for you. You deserve better. One day you’ll find a guy who can give you everything you deserve. I’ve accepted a long time ago that it’s not me.”

“Bullshit, Munson,” you huffed out and this time, he was the one being surprised by your choice of words. “I’m the one who gets to decide what I deserve or not.”

“Uh huh because that worked out so great the last time.” There was anger swinging in his voice and you clenched your teeth.

“Low blow,” you mumbled and he nodded.

“Yeah, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, now at a loss of words too.

After a few moments passed, you took a deep breath.

“You’re the only person where I feel safe. Wanted. Loved. I can be myself with you and I’m not even sure if it’s only been friendship between us for a while now. I just never realized, feelings are hard,” you started, voice wavering a little because you were pulling all of this out of your ass, making it up as you went along.

He stayed quiet, waiting for you to finish your train of thought.

“So please, don’t hit me with the not worthy bullshit.” You had always known he was insecure but he was so good at hiding it that you forgot about it most of the time.

“I just don’t want you to regret anything and risk our friendship in the process,” he said, jaw clenched and it seemed like his insecurities were really kicking in during this conversation.

“I won’t.” You took one of his hands in both of yours. “Things have already changed. For the better. I’d like to figure out where this is going. Where it could take us.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” he asked with a sly grin on his lips as he covered your hands with his free one.

“You’re too smug for what I just said. I’m literally pouring my heart out, careful not to say anything wrong and you say things like…that!” you groaned out in frustration but all you got was a loud laugh that came rumbling right from his chest. “But yes, I think I just asked you on a date.”

He scooted a little closer, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. The bright smile on his lips was so beautiful, you were mesmerized by it.

“How can I say no to that?”

All you could do was smile back at him. You had no idea where this was going or where it would end but it was worth a shot.

In the end, the cure that you had needed had always been so close.

Its name was Eddie Munson.

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Optimus and his Ragtag Family

The dad instincts are strong in Optimus, he really can't help it. Going to earth has not made it any better.

Bumblebee

Bumblebee was the first to be spontaneously adopted by Optimus. He was and always will be Optimus precious little ray of sunshine. However Bee isn't a little sparkling any more, a fact that became far more apparent to the Prime after their arrival to earth. It's not necessarily a bad thing, in fact Optimus is very proud of his firstborn. Seeing Bee come into his own as an adult and a leader brings Optimus great joy. But that doesn't change the fact that his little one isn't all that little anymore, giving his parental coding the chance to make a reappearance.

Of course he still gets opportunities to love his precious sparkling. He often gives Bee small tender touches and hugs when there aren't too many optics watching. And he always is there to comfort and advise Bee, taking care to ensure his firstborn always feels loved. And while the opportunities are few and far between he will do his best to spend time with his youngling when possible.

Despite all that Optimus has begun to feel the inklings of emptiness in his spark, almost as though something he had no idea was vital is missing. He wants to protect, to teach, to provide, and Bee is simply too old for Optimus to do many of those things for him in the capacity he did before.

Bumblebee, while still relying on Optimus on occasion, has begun to fend for himself, stepping into the realm of adulthood and leaving his childish connections behind. As such Optimus has turned to his team and the younglings with them to satisfy his desire to dote on someone.

Ratchet

While their relationship is more of a bond between friends than anything else, Optimus still dotes on Ratchet in typical older sibling fashion. He can be a bit overbearing at times but generally Optimus is just a very concerned friend and brother figure. And despite being the worst at caring for himself, Optimus is incredibly devoted when it comes to taking care of everyone else, especially Ratchet.

Optimus will check on Ratchet regularly, usually he just hangs around in the doorway for a moment until he confirms weather or not Ratchet has moved since his last check in. If Ratchet has not moved or looks a little unsteady, Optimus will drop in and silently slide over some energon or depending on the situation, maneuver Ratchet away from his project and to his berth for some well earned recharge.

On days where Ratchet refuses his more subtle efforts, Optimus will go full on big bro mode and pull out some tricks from his time as Orion. Generally in such instances Optimus will make himself enough of a nuisance for Ratchet to throw in the towel and take care of himself. He does this in numerous ways, ranging from purposefully moving Ratchet's tools to strange locations to consistently poking at him and being a smart alec until Ratchet gets tired of him.

Optimus always feels a little bad after such days and does his best to make it up to Ratchet later by leaving a treat or apology note at his station.

Arcee

Arcee can be prickly at times, as such it is a bit difficult for Optimus to figure out just where he stands outside of the role of Commanding Officer. He tends to act like a mix between a father figure and a concerned elderly neighbor around her as he is not sure what she would find acceptable. Thankfully she has yet to comment on his behavior, so Optimus has taken to assuming she is alright with his choice of persona.

As his relationship with her is rather unclear, he tends to dote on her in indirect ways. Things like leaving her little gifts, notes, and treats are common ways for him to take care of her. He will also simply sit beside her and offer his silent companionship when she is having a bad day. She has yet to reject him whenever he plops down next to her with an embroidery kit or a ball of yarn with knitting needles. Some days she will join him in his activity, other times she won't, either way, it doesn't bother Optimus.

Other times when Optimus is feeling a little more bold or Arcee is having a particularly bad bout of PTSD, he will give her hugs. On such occasions she always melts into his hold, sometimes crying against him and other times simply enjoying the feeling of being held. There are even times when she falls into recharge while he cradles her like he would a sparkling. His spark never ceases to flutter in fatherly joy when it happens. The fact that Arcee trusts him enough to fall into recharge in his embrace is something he cherishes.

Bulkhead & Wheeljack

Bulkhead and Wheeljack might as well be overgrown sparklings considering the way they act. With this in mind, Optimus often ends up taking a fatherly role when they require some comfort or discipline. It's not even intentional half the time, Optimus just has a lot of experience handling sparklings and seeing the behavior of Bulkhead and Wheeljack prompts his long since automated parental responses.

Wheeljack gets sent out to his ship or to his berthroom when he gets too rowdy or narrowly avoids a tool tossed by Ratchet. Bulkhead receives similar treatment when he acts up, often being assigned some dull desk work or being sent to his berthroom as well. Optimus does what he can to not make his treatment scream "punishing a misbehaving sparkling" but sometimes it can't really be hidden. His disappointed dad voice and his no-nonsense servos on the hips give him away when his persona of a stern commander slips.

However its not all punishment from him. When Wheeljack is struggling with some scientific endeavor Optimus will step up and offer his knowledge from his time as Orion Pax. Optimus always tells himself that he does this to keep Wheeljack from going too far. However this tends to backfire as Optimus has always been a sucker for science and always gets super into whatever Wheeljack is working on. Their combined intellect and interest often ends with an explosion of sorts, much to Ratchet's irritation.

As for Bulkhead, Optimus likes to assist when he can, and in most cases that means having to help the ex-wrecker figure out the meaning behind human slang and customs. As he was once an Archivist and student of Alpha Trion, obtaining the data is easy, however figuring it out is far more troubling. Bulkhead and Optimus can spend hours deciphering things on the internet if left uninterrupted. And usually when they walk away both are left a little out of it for a while. All in all, it is some quality not quite father-son bonding time.

Ultra Magnus

Ultra Magnus holds the unofficial title of Optimus's bonded brother. There are multiple reasons for this, partially it is due to the fact that Optimus trained him personally, but also because both are practically attached at the hip when they are together. Optimus leads and Ultra Magnus gets everyone lined up behind him. Optimus stands as a shining beacon representing the pinnacle of Cybertronian kind, a paragon of justice and wisdom. And in order to preserve this image, Ultra Magnus deals with the less savory things involved in both political and literal warfare.

They fit together perfectly, supporting each other and making up for the other's weaknesses. Their bond is both old and strong, forged through the flames of war and tempered by long years of strife. Due to this, Optimus has developed a unique method of caring for his brother in all but CNA.

They need no words most of the time. When Ultra Magnus is angry, Optimus takes him out for a spar in order to cool down. When he is unsettled or emotionally shaken, Optimus will sit beside him and converse about trivial things, holding his brother's servo to comfort him. And when he is injured, Optimus will stay at his side, offering his companionship and support, wiping away stray tears, and giving Ultra Magnus comforting touches.

Their bond is quiet, one that goes nearly completely unnoticed, however they are still brothers, even if no one else sees it.

Smokescreen

It really was unintentional on Optimus's part, but a youngling left unattended was simply too much for his parental drives and he gave in nearly immediately. Before anyone on the team could even finish getting used to Smokescreen's presence, he was already on the receiving end of Optimus's doting.

Smokescreen has 0 issues with his new unofficial father-son arrangement. Outside of his fanboy reasons for being excited about the arrangement, he also doesn't have many memories of his previous caretakers, the war took them early and he was drafted into the army soon after. Having someone who genuinely cares for and loves him is something he didn't know he needed and now can't live without. He is by far one of the most receptive to Optimus's affections.

Smokescreen leaps at every opportunity to be close to Optimus. He will take every offered hug and touch with exuberance and adores receiving head pats. He positively beams whenever the Prime tells him stories and gives him lessons in history. And whenever he feels down he always goes to Optimus with his arms open, eager for comfort.

Optimus, in light of Bumblebee's increasing maturity and independence, adores Smokescreen's openly childlike behavior when off duty. It brings back memories of when Bee was little and would look to him for guidance at every moment. Teaching and caring for Smokescreen brings Optimus joy he thought would fade with Bumblebee's rise into adulthood.

Both he and Smokescreen relish in the affection they receive from each other.

The Human Kiddos

Never in Optimus's functioning did he ever think he would ever get attached to an organic, much less develop an unnatural bond with three of them. It is an odd thing to say the least, having his parental coding insist that the human children are obviously his sparklings and that he should be treating them as such can be rather off-putting. However Optimus has experienced a great deal of strange things over the course of his long life, and quickly took the development in stride.

It can be a little difficult for Optimus to adjust his behavior to match his newest charges needs though. His coding tells him that the human children are sickly or disabled sparklings. This often drives him to constantly worry about them and want nothing more than for Primus to wrap them up in living metal so as to keep them safe. This particular mindset becomes especially evident with Rafael.

Rafael is the smallest of the human children, and thus quickly took up a place in Optimus's mind as the runt of the litter due to both his size and his apparent disablement because of his need for glasses. As such Optimus feels the need to take extra care of Rafael, carefully intervening in any situation that is marginally dangerous for the child and taking the time to learn his preferences and interests. Not only that, but he regularly finds himself humming at a frequency too high for human ears but very clearly meant to comfort a young sparkling to any bots in the area.

Outside of Optimus overprotectiveness, he and Raf bond over their love of language and regularly have discussions on the subject. And when Optimus has time he often tries his hardest to help Raf learn Cybertronian speech. It hurts his spark to see Raf struggle with the sounds as he does not have the correct vocal ability, Optimus's coding always telling him that his sparkling is damaged and in need of medical attention. He tries to push those feelings aside and instead tries to focus on feeling proud of Raf for managing the few words he can vocalize.

Optimus has since given Raf a Cybertronian name, referring to him as 'Bright-Sparked-Child-of-Terra' in Cybertronian when it is just him and the human children.

As for Miko, Optimus's coding insists that she was meant for the skies, a born flier despite her organic form. This influences his actions as he often puts her on his shoulder and and lets her observe the world around her as he would with a flight gifted sparkling. He also finds himself constantly ushering her away from tall ledges and places. Her organic armor being too soft to survive any attempts at flight and her small body having no wings so to speak of.

It is another thing that makes his spark clench. He knows she is human, but deep down he believes that if she were born of Primus she would soar with the skies as her kingdom. He does his best to sooth his own aching spark and Miko's own desire to experience the thrill of the air by taking her out for drives at his top speed. They bond over the excitement and the chance to let loose, Miko always returns to base cheerful afterwards.

She too was given a name. Optimus calls her 'Mistress-of-the-Terran-Skies', a name that comes out like a song when he speaks it.

Lastly there is Jack, the child who reminds Optimus of himself from his days as Orion. He can tell Jack is hurting, still suffering from old wounds and the combined stress of keeping his friends out of trouble and their repeated encounters with Decepticons. To Optimus he seems to be like one of the many sparklings left orphaned and traumatized during the height of the war. This too causes Optimus's spark to ache, no child should look like that.

As such Jack receives special care from Optimus, who approaches him as one would a stray cybercat. Slowly, and over a great length of time he allowed Jack to warm up to him, starting with comforting words and eventually leading the human child to sleep against Optimus's pede or shoulder. He is fond of telling Jack stories fit for sparklings when the boy is particularly tired, often tucking him in afterwards as best he can with servos as large as his.

His coding tells him that if Jack were created Cybertronian he would certainly be a great mech, his spirit and drive while subdued, tell him this. As such Optimus has given Jack the name 'Little-Light-of-Terra'.

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Jonah Hauer King fanfiction:

No warnings, just a little fluff, and mentions of burning buildings

Jonah observed as his university campus was completely consumed by flames. The fire was flowing out of the building through several holes, giving the impression that a fire-breathing dragon was inside the house, puffing away vicariously. The roof, doors, and windows were all on fire. Jonah observed numerous firefighters attempting to put out the fire as the flames flared bright red and amber, nearly a livid purple.

In no time, the flames had spread to the rest of the building. It was a great sight for the crowds, (who were kept back by their professors), lined up one behind the other, in the fire assembly area.

But even throughout all this hecticness, there was only one thing playing on his mind, knocking him sick to his stomach- y/n.

Where is she?

Is she okay?

Did she make it out on time?

What about their dogs?

His eyes dart frantically around him, the sounds of his friends talking to him blend in with the background noises and the sound of crackling fire.

"Are you okay man?" Alec asks with a hand on his shoulder?

He was certain that everyone in the room could hear his brain spinning and his heart racing at hundreds of thousands of miles per hour against his chest. It almost sounded like thunder on a stormy night.

And just when he thought his heart would burst, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful girl in the distance—better yet, it was his beautiful girl.

Y/n.

"Y/n" he calls, wided eyed, in a desperate, rushed voice.

"Babygirl, I was so worried about you" pulling her closer with his large hands and bringing her into a tight hug as he reached her from the other side of the building.

"Yeah?" Looping her arms around his body, letting his hands go under her shirt to rub her hips and bury his face into her neck.

His body vibrates in response to her words on his chest, sending butterflies through his entire body. Fluttering butterflies, that never seem to end.

He leans closer to her to help maintain his balance, as the hairs on his chest spring up and his legs start to give in.

"I'm fine, I promise, I just couldn't leave them behind", looking down at the two dogs that had become the best of friends.

"I know", he smiles as they both lean down to pet their dogs and then turns to face his and her friends, who are all giving each other perplexed looks.

They were unaware of the intimacy between the two.

Sneaking around wasn't their intention- It's simply how events transpired and how the pages of their story turned out.

Jonah and y/n met in their second year of their doctors residency, when they both coincidentally tried to sneak their dogs into the "on call room" instead of leaving them at home, all alone.

Jonah claims that their meeting was fate because, after all, no one would have given the two of them together a second thought given that he was a well-liked and well-known guy, where as Y/N prefers to keep her circle small.

They began by exchanging numbers and pulling the disappearing act on each of their friends on breaks, to hang out with each other and walk their dogs in secret; away from campus grounds so no professors would find out that they'd been sneaking their dogs into their place of education.

Y/n was hesitant at first, given his social status, but slowly started to let him knock her walls down. And with time, she eventually learnt that Jonah was not the ordinary popular guy you'd usually see around. Instead, he was a beautiful, brown headed, friendly giant with a pure heart and a lot of love to give.

They fell for each other hard.

Jonah broke out of his trance when heard and saw a guy with a medical box by his side. The name tag on his uniform, reading 'Captain Bobby Nash'.

"I'm sorry son, we need to get her checked out, she inhaled a lot of smoke"

Jonah looked at her worryingly, looking between her and the paramedics that have just arrived on scene.

"It's okay, don't worry about me.

Here, take our dogs. I think we have more things to worry about" nodding her head a few times towards the professor who's currently got a mixture of relief and rage in his eyes when he notices the two dogs now standing by Jonah's side.

"Shit".

"Let's go now please" Bobby says, admiring the couple.

Their friends watch Jonah as he talks to his professor and y/n disappears once again.

They attempt to listen in but are unable to hear anything, understanding that their friends are likely in serious trouble. However, after a few minutes, when they see Jonah shaking his hand, and the professor leaning down to pat the dogs on the head, they have a gut feeling everything's going to be alright.

Jonah is pulled to the side by dogs, towards the paramedics assessing Y/N.

"Woah buddy, easy there" a guy with a quiff type hair style and birth mark on his forehead says when the dogs come up from behind him, startling him and his friend Eddie, who stands next to him.

The paramedic gives Jonah a blanket, which he wraps around himself and his girlfriend before kissing the top of her head.

"Are you okay baby, everything good?"

"Yes" she turns her neck towards him and smiles.

"Good, we should probably get the dogs checked out too" gently stroking her cheek.

"I've already checked them out, Dexter is fine, but Bella burnt her paw but I've cleaned it and I'll make sure it doesn't get infected"

He murmurs, "My perfect little vet," against her lips and then kisses her.

"Let's go yeah?"

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Jonah's hands caresses and squeezes her thighs, smoothing up her sides and her arms. His index finger hooks under her chin as he pulls her impossibly closer. his eyes are locked on hers, and he's staring into her eyes whilst biting his lip.

Her heart flutters and the butterflies in both of their stomachs are constant. Her cheeks are all hot and she's tripping over her words as she tries to focus, but his gorgeous eyes have her hooked, reeling her in and never letting her go.

"I love you" he confesses.

"Hmm?" Tilting her head as the corner of her lips turn upwards and her pupils dilate further.

"I said I love you", kissing her lips.

"I love you too Jonah".

He smiles as he kisses her lips again- harder this time, then her cheek, her other cheek, her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her chin.

He's smiling against her skin as he watches her fall back onto the bed, inside their perfect little beach house they bought last summer, to escape from reality and be eachothers company.

The two dogs wake them up in the morning and nuzzle them to get out of bed whilst they are still tangled in the sheets and entwined in each other's arms.

They might not have a place to finish their degree programme anymore, but their professor assured that a new rule would be in place after they had rebuilt. Because they help with anxiety and despair and promote good health, dogs are permitted on campus.

The end??!!

Note: Please leave a like/comment if you wish, this is my first ever fanfic that I've done in a while, so please be nice! And thankyou @megalony for your help, your kindness is everything.

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myster3y · 4 months

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*ೃ༄ ˚◞♡ ⃗welcome˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

♡ introduction ♡

kiara (online name), she/her, full time procrastinator, skincare girlie, infj, grayson hawthorne stan, ravenclaw, art and science girlie, alec benjamin obsessed, and i love sarcasm.

♡ music ♡

alec benjamin, the weeknd, eminem, dhruv, arctic monkeys, chase atlantic, drake, arijit singh, daft punk, sza (yes i have trash music taste that’s all over the place).

♡ hobbies ♡

ice skating, drawing, reading, editing, talking with friends, getting ready, cleaning, studying, skincare, playing clarinet, cooking, swimming, and much more.

♡ things i love ♡

cats, shopping, my family, my friends, all my hobbies, science, music, art, skincare, the world, and of course my mutuals.

♡ my mutuals ♡

@never-enough-novels @formulalina15 @skeelly @urbanflorals @mqstermindswift @sophiesonlinediary @reminiscentreader @blocked-zombieartist @hathorneheiress @moonlightt444 @berryzxx @pixiedust347 @the-red-archer @stvrlighhttt @not-nomi @letmeseeallthefrogsinthecity @art-of-fools

thank you so much for being my friends. really. i am so grateful for every one of you. your some of the best people i’ve ever met, and i wish i could give all of you one big hug right now.

♡ other ♡

- MY DMS ARE ALWAYS OPEN TO TALK!! to everyone!! even if it’s a random silly thing, or a vent, don’t be afraid to share it with me! and yes you can be my friend!

- please don’t tag me in tag games. i’m very busy so i cannot do them! so sorry!

- sometimes i am online but don’t respond to messages. i am not trying to ignore you, i am just not up for conversation. i will reply to you later. i am so sorry.

ANYONE WITH ANY FORM OF HATE WILL BE BLOCKED.

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 5 months

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Helped

Warnings: Panic attacks/ mentions of kidnapping

Y/n sits on the sand as they stare into the water. They had come down to the beach to feel calm, but it didn’t seem to help. Their kid had gone missing, and some would argue it wasn’t their kid since they adopted the kid. But to them it was, and to the kid named Charlie. The two visited the beach a lot together that it was hard not to think about him

Their body begins to shake. Their whole body felt like the waves they were seeing before them. Each thought was crashing into them. Y/n tries to calm themselves down by deep breathing, but couldn’t since they remembered they taught Charlie how to help them during panic attacks

‘Oh how he knew how to help me during a time like this…’ they thought as the panic takes over them. They’re sweating profusely as they find themselves not being able to breathe anymore. ‘Where is my baby boy?!’ They thought as they shook so violently against the sand

Tears left their eyes now too, and they could feel every part of them becoming numb now. ‘Why couldn’t I see the trouble you were in to begin with? I’m an awful parent… they could take him back because of what I’ve done…’ the negative thoughts consumed them as they started to sob as they shook

Alec Hardy ends up seeing this, and instantly rushes over towards them. He had pure panic on his face as he worried for them. He hadn’t cared about his reputation at that moment when someone he cared about was on the verge of passing out because of their panic attack

Once he sat next to them, they looked at him. He hugs them, not caring about the sand beneath him that he hates so much. “I’m a terrible parent Alec” they start as he starts to rub their back. “No you’re not. This isn’t your fault Y/n. You’re an excellent parent!” He says truthfully

“No I’m not” they add as they find themselves finding comfort in his hug. “Yes you are. You’re the best parent in BroadChurch!” He says with a small smile forming on his face. This made them start to feel better. The man they’ve been crushing on for so long comforting them during one of their panic attacks

He knew they had panic attacks at times, but never saw one of them until today. “Thanks. Alec I have to tell you something important” he stops rubbing their back, and stops hugging them now as he looks at them now. “As long as it’s something positive” he says, which makes them smile and nod their head as they wiped their tears away

“I like you” they said without hesitation as they continued to smile. His smile brightens up now at the news. He kisses them on their lips, which they gladly returned. Once the two pulled apart, he continues to smile. “I love you Y/n” he admits as Ellie was walking up to the two

Ellie had Charlie by her side who was nervous to see his parent again because he believes they would think it was his fault. Before Y/n could respond, they could see Charlie in the corner of their eye next to Ellie. Y/n quickly got up, and rushes over to him with tears leaving their eyes again

Ellie starts to happy tear up as well once Y/n was in front of the two. They didn’t hug Ellie first, but they hugged their son first. He was tearing up too. “I’m so glad you’re back my baby boy” they said as Alec stood behind them. “You’re not mad at me Mapa?” They stopped hugging him, and looked at him

“Of course not sweetheart. It wasn’t your fault” they said, which makes him hug them. “I’m sorry if I made you think you’d be in trouble. But the one who’s definitely in trouble is the one who took you” they said, which makes him smile a bit. He sees Alec, and stops hugging them and goes over to him

Y/n stands up straight as they looked at the two. “I’ve missed you little buddy” Alec says, which makes Ellie surprised. “Wow, he does have a soft spot” she says as Alec bents down to Charlie’s level to give him a hug. Y/n’s tears left faster as the two hugged each other

“Well I now know who Alec has a soft spot for” Ellie says, which makes them look at her. “He has for a while to be honest” they said as they looked back at the two. The two still hugged each other, which made Y/n a little jealous. Alec could tell, and told them to join in on the longest hug on earth

Y/n smiles, and then finds themselves in the hug as well. Ellie leaves the family to be, and smiles at the sight she saw today

#alec hardy x reader #alec hardy #gender neutral reader #mentions of kidnapping #tw panic attack #david tennet

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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I'm in love with your Lilith is Alecs mother AU!

Do you mind sharing anymore of this fic?

What are your thoughts/head cannon for this universe?

Thank you for all or your hard work and for sharing your work with us!

here is some more from desecration of souls which is mama!lilith obsessively raising her kid

i hope you enjoy and i'm glad you like it <3

lumine

“Alec,” Maryse calls like she has for the last fifteen minutes and for a moment, she thinks she sees him but then the shadows move and he’s not there, just another empty corner. It’s with annoyance that Maryse walks away, her heels clicking and tapping, and she tries not to let her anger get the best of her, or her worry.

It would be one thing if this rarely happened, but Alec is a strange and silent child, who listens obediently but who watches more closely and quietly that Maryse thought a child could. It was useful, at first, when Maryse needed to spend as much time on Valentine’s orders as possible. But here, in New York, now that she’s from under Valentine’s thumb and struggling to regain honor for the name she wears, she has time to be a mother and she hates how hard it is.

Alec is more difficult to find than a shape-shifting demon, sticking close to the shadows and rarely smiles. Oh, he’ll smile to himself and sometimes he’ll play with Izzy and Maryse will see hints of the child he is, but more and more those moments are lost to her. The smile gone before she looks and Alec’s eyes are cold as they watch her, as if she’s unfamiliar and a threat.

It’s unnerving, to be looked at by her own heir and Maryse ignores the whispers of her own instincts telling her that something is wrong and pushes him harder, speaks to him more firmly when she does see him.

And Alec never complains, he never starts fight or argues with her, but he never stops watching her and for some reason, it scares Maryse more.

—

Alec struggles to bring the flowers together in a crown and he pouts when it falls apart.

“Mama, your crown broke.” He complains to the darkness of his room, secure in the knowledge that his mother is always listening to him, always watching him.

In an instant, a body made of willowy shadows forms and shifting shadows cup his face. Alec tilts his head up and smiles at the faceless shadows that make up his real mother and he sighs as her possessive magic covers him in a soul-deep hug.

“My sweet little prince, always so good for me.” Mama croons and her hands pet through his hair and Alec sighs in delight, leaning into the touch with an eagerness that he only shows around his mother.

“Mama, I miss you.” He admits it and instead of scolding him, his mother makes a sound as if she’s been lanced and the darkness of her form pulls him even closer to the darkness.

“Precious child, I miss you. So very much, my little prince. It won’t be forever though, I’m still here. When you are older, we’ll find a way.” Mama reminds him and Alec nods and clutches the shifting sands of her dress and wishes that he could just be swept away by his mama.

“Love you mama.” He promises, because he does and there is no one in the entire world that he loves as much as his mother.

—

“Mama, I don’t want to marry a girl when I grow up.” Alec tells her, his nose wrinkled as he’s going over a book of runes. Lilith has been helpfully reminding him of some that have been lost to time and Lilith pauses at this change in subject.

“You don’t ever need to get married.” Lilith says, because she hardly needs Alec thinking he needs to go out and get engaged at a young age like others of his kind.

“I don’t want to marry a girl.” Alec repeats and he’s watching her with something suspicious in his eyes.

“Good.” Lilith says, when she finally realizes what he means. She’ll be the only woman of actual importance in her son’s life and considering Lilith has had to share him with Maryse and Isabelle. “I’ll find you a decent warlock or seelie, when you’re old enough.” She adds, because that should give her a few centuries to properly coddle Alec once she has him away from his mortal ties.

Alec doesn’t seem concerned that she’s making decisions for him and Lilith settles, content in the knowledge that she is an amazing mother and doing a much better job than that bitch, Maryse.

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emiliasilverova · 10 months

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A reclist of Tenshi's work (and some memories)

It's late here and my whole being demands sleep, but I promised to myself I'd make a reclist of my favourite things @slimysuckers/@tentacletenshi ever made for Tenshi day, so here goes.

As far as photomanips go, there's really one that immediately comes to mind: the hug in camo. I just love it, I can't tell you much more than that.

For fics, however, there are three of them I'd like to mention:

Welcome Home, You're No Longer Alone—I have a funny story about that one. See, I first stumbled upon it way before I joined the Café, knew Tenshi personally, or even shipped any combination of 00Q00... but the art struck me (I mean, it's uh, very striking indeed 🥵). I had to frantically search the whole Bond category on AO3 to find it again (maybe some people from the slack remember it?)... and yeah, I did find it. And you can be sure I'll never forget about it ever again.

Kisses Across Universes—aaaah, good, old-fashioned bondalec (and yet another amazing piece of fanart). If I dedicated my earlier post from today (A Time for Sweetness) to Tenshi, it's because of this fic. Tenshi really loved bondalec, and actually had commissioned the piece of fanart at the end before creating the fic itself. From our talks together, I can show you something she probably never showed the world before—the sketch she provided the artist to explain what she wanted (see below). It's just so sweet... reminds me she had a very extensive collection of bondalec/00Q00 fanart, btw. A real treasure trove I should download from Discord before it disappears forever (you can never be too careful these days).

And last but not least, Good Names Are Forever. I personally think this is her best (of those I read, that is). The premise, the characterisation, the plot, I love everything about it. In fact, now I remember telling her I wish I had enough skill to make a fanart of it. Considering how my art skills have dramatically improved as of late, I might just do it. I wanna bring to life this image I have in my mind: Q stands next to a sitting Alec, his hand on Alec's shoulder, and Alec gives his most Janus stare/smile and says something like "don't f*ck with my son". You'll surely understand reading the fic.

You were so shy, Tenshi... and yet, look at everything you created. Everything you brought other people to create, even. Looking through Discord messages, I see you were saying you've been in the fandom since LiveJournal days, that you've seen GE in theaters, and that basically you've always been there, even when you weren't creating yet. Even though you didn't start writing until 2020, I have the conviction you've always been there indeed. Perhaps I was seeing your name in comments, although I'll probably never know for sure. I'm so sorry you were bullied, you absolutely didn't deserve it. I'm even sorry for scaring you at first, all because of those firm Opinions I used to have. So I'll conclude with this:

*hugs the tentacle creature*

And thank you, as always.

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noisynaia · 2 years

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9 to 5

[Dieter Bravo x Reader] One shot

summary: You’re the personal assistant of washed-up academy award-winning actor Dieter Bravo. It’s your day off and you were supposed to be on a date, your first date in ages, but a text from Dieter have you ditching your date to come to him.

word count: 4.3k

rating: E

pairing: Dieter Bravo x afab!reader

note: Soft Dieter Bravo. A little jealousy. Body worship. Cunnilingus, thigh-riding, unprotected P in V (with use of contraception (please wrap it irl!)). Brief description of past overdose (nothing too graphic, but please don't read if it is a topic that upsets you! <3). No use of (y/n). The reader uses she/her pronouns. Reader is implied to be curvy and having hair, but no other physical descriptions are used. This has not been beta-read and English is not my native language. (18+, minors please don't interact)

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Can you come over..?

Your grip on the steering wheel is tight. You feel bad for Alex… Alec..? No, Alex! Yeah, Alex! Right..? Jeez, you left the restaurant 10 minutes ago and you already forgot the guy's name, real classy of you… Not only did you leave him at the restaurant, but you can’t even remember his name. You had tried to ignore the text, you really had. Dieter’s text had come just as you walked into the restaurant. Alex seemed sweet, and you had to admit he had looked real sweet too. He worked as a personal trainer so he definitely looked… Sharp. But you couldn’t really focus on anything he was saying, you kept thinking about Dee, and then you couldn’t focus because you got mad at yourself for thinking about him instead of listening to Alex.

You had gone into this date hoping for a good time and maybe for a little action in the bedroom. It had been too long. But instead of going home with your stupidly attractive date, who actually seemed like a nice guy, you are now on your way to your boss’s place. Ending the date early, excusing yourself, you had told Alex that you had gotten a text from a friend that had concerned you, which wasn’t actually a lie. You trusted Dieter to not do something stupid, but you knew him better than probably any other person and you know he isn’t always in the best headspace and that the last 6 months have been hard for him. And you couldn’t get the image of him in the ambulance out of your head. You were the one who had found him, luckily you always have naloxone in your purse. You had been told that it had been the thing that saved him.

The wait for the ambulance had felt like hours, you had been sitting with Dieter’s head in your lap, you had thought you might lose him. It was the scariest thing you had ever experienced.

You’re using this to defend your choice about leaving Alex at the restaurant. You had actually looked forward to this date. You were proud of the outfit you had picked out. A simple black dress, timeless and classy, but on the shorter side, giving a good view of your legs and hugging your curves in all the right ways. You had finally decided to treat yourself and get those Jimmy Choo’s you had been dreaming about for so long. The look is giving the impression of effortless sexiness.

You had put effort in, a lot of effort, spending hours on your hair and make-up.

You let out a sigh. You never really feel that sexy, most days you’re simply too busy with work to put in the effort to make yourself feel good, the fact that the man you work for will attend business meetings in a worn-out bathrobe doesn’t exactly help on your own motivation when it comes to making an effort to look nice. When the weekend finally comes around you’re usually too tired from your work week to do anything fancy, or you had to assist Dieter at some event or something. It always seems like there is something you have to do.

But, fuck… You looked so good tonight. And you had also felt good when you took the last look at yourself in the mirror, before you left to go on your date.

You have had to listen to your friend’s complaints about your lacking dating life for years now, and you had finally given in. Your friend Gina had set you up with one of her coworkers. It was just a silly blind date, but you had decided to go all in after finally agreeing on going. It also wasn’t a complete blind date, your friend had shown you the guy’s Instagram profile, and you had to say he was hot. You had not let your hopes be high on the ‘this could be the one’ department, that wasn’t really something you were looking for right now.

… Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'

Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'

They just use your mind and they never give you credit

It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it …

“I swear sometimes, Dieter… You're driving me fucking crazy! I actually have office hours, did you know that, huh? 9-5 from Monday to Friday, Dee!” You push past him the second he opens the door for you and you see that he is okay. Of course, he’s okay. He texts you all the time to get you to come to hang with him. Very unprofessional, you keep reminding him. (And yet you always end up dropping what you’re doing to go to him…)

You hang your purse on a hook, take off your new stilettos and grab the pair of slippers that you know he has just for you. You are very familiar with his penthouse apartment, not bullshitting either yourself or him by pretending you aren't comfortable enough with the place to not just walk in and make yourself at home. The only room you are not familiar with is his bedroom and the attached bathroom.

“You can’t call or text me If it isn’t an emergency! ” You huff as you grab a slice of the pizza sitting on the kitchen island before jumping up to sit on the counter. The food at the restaurant had been good, but the portions had been way too small and you had not stayed for dessert.

“Seriously, you have to stop calling me every time you’re bored or need someone to entertain you.”

“You could have just texted me back that you didn’t want to come.” He says, now with his own slice of pizza in his hand. “I thought you were busy or maybe napping when you didn’t text back. Looked like you were busy..?” He is eyeing you up and down

Right, you hadn’t even texted him back… You could literally have gotten fucked your brains out right now by a greek god if you just had texted Dee if he was okay. Instead, you had left only and had driven straight over here.

“Yeah, I had a date tonight…”

“Wait, that was tonight!? Sorry, I wouldn’t have asked you to come if I knew you were busy .”

“My job is to keep you in check, Dieter, being busy is my default at this point.”

“Isn’t your job to be my friend ?” He says with a fake hurt demeanour, clasping his hand over his heart like what you just had said had hurt him deeply.”

“My job is to be your assistant, Dieter. You need to call your real friends”

“I know, I know …” He throws his hands up in surrender abandoning his half-eaten pizza slice in the box.

“The problem is that If I call any of them they’ll bring an eightball and then I’m back in the shitter.” His tone is weaker than normal.

Your heart clenches. You have spent much time with him over the years, and even though you like to keep up the pretend game, that you find him annoying and obnoxious. You care very deeply for him. He might even be one of the closest friends you have. But you have especially spent much time with him the last 6 months, you know that the image he keeps up for most people is simply a facade. You are one of the few people that know the real Dieter Bravo. The Dieter that wears his heart on his sleeve. The Dieter that has bad days where he barely can get out of bed in the morning. The Dieter that loves to stay up until late at night with you watching silly rom-coms or trashy reality tv.

“Then they're not your real friends Dee…” Your voice is low as you have dropped your act about being mad at him.

He simply shrugs. Staying silent for a moment. You want to say something more, but the lump in your throat keeps you from doing so.

He finally breaks the silence. “I was actually about to put on a movie.” Pointing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the living room.

…9 to 5, for service and devotion

You would think that I would deserve a fair promotion

Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me

I swear sometimes that man is out to get me …

You end up deciding on a movie that Dieter insists should be so bad that it’s good.

You sit at each corner of the couch, Dieter in one corner and you in the other, a bag of KitKats between you. The conversation back in the kitchen is still hanging heavily between you. You have a hard time focusing on the movie and it seems like Dieter does too.

He is the one to break the silence again. “I really am sorry for ruining your date. I would never have texted you if I knew…”

You shake your head, you’re not mad at him anymore, not that you really had been mad at him at any point. “He was sweet, but honestly a bit boring too. I don’t know, we would probably not have been a good match anyway. And I know you have felt a bit, y ou know … Lately. You didn’t force me to come, I’m here because I want to be here.” You sigh, before continuing.

“And seriously… I am really proud of you. You have almost been clean for half a year now, that’s really great, Dee.” You glance over at him on the other end of the couch.

“Well, let’s see how long it lasts, I don’t have a great record of people being proud of me” His hands are fidgeting with the edge of his cardigan.

“It’ll last… And if it doesn’t then we will take it from there. I have gone through enough shit with you through the years to give up on you now.” And you really mean that. You could never give up on him, even though you have tried.

“Well, I did promise you I would never put you through that again…” He says, matter-of-factly, but his voice is both lower and softer than his normal tone of voice. His eyes fixated on the tv screen, clearly avoiding eye contact. You are okay with that, you don’t think you would be able to keep your act up if he looked at you right now.

The memory washes over you, Dieter laying lifeless on the floor.

You had been crying. “Never do that again Dieter. Don’t you dare ever do that to me again!”

You feel your eyes getting stingy, the warning of tears.

“Eat your chocolate old man.” You say softly. Throwing a KitKat at his face, without turning your gaze from the tv. It is your turn to actively avoid eye contact, but you can feel his eyes on you.

You sit in silence for a while after that, the only sounds in the room, besides the ones from the tv, are the occasional crackling of chocolate wrappers being opened. It is not common for Dieter to be this quiet though. He usually can’t keep his mouth shut when you watch movies together, always commenting on the plot or the acting or something . Even though he is an oscar winning actor, he has very bad film-watching etiquette.

But the silence keeps stretching out before Dieter finally breaks it. You thought that you had reached a point in your relationship with Dieter Bravo where you couldn’t be surprised by any of the wild shit he could say, but this catches you off guard.

“I have wanted to fire you for a long time, you know.” He says it so casually.

What?! You tore your eyes from the movie, turning your entire body towards him.

“But, besides the fact that I'm very flawed and fucked up, I have not managed to be that selfless yet. I should let you go, but I just keep clinging me to you.”

He has not moved, as he tell you this, his feet still on the coffee table and he is still looking at the tv.

“What the fuck Dieter?! I work my fucking ass off, I’m literally sitting on your fucking couch on my fucking weekend, right now when I could be fucking a frigging personal trainer and then you say you want to fire me?!”

“Yeah, I know and that isn’t fair. I ask too much of you… I just think you deserve better, okay.”

Is he serious?! He has been thinking about firing you. You decide to ignore the reasons he is giving you, you can’t process them right now. Anger is the only emotion you’re letting yourself feel right now, the hint of desperation with which he spoke is gonna give you hope if you don’t keep your emotions in check. The chance that he could feel about you as you do for him. The deep feelings you had realized was between when you had looked at him on the ambulance stretcher, the fear of actually losing him had made you realize just how important he is for you. So you let the anger control you.

“I can’t even remember the last time I saw a dick, yet I blew off my date to come here. You can’t fucking fire me!”

“I know, but it’s not…” He sighs, throwing his hands up in the air with frustration. “I like you okay… I really, really like you and it is making me selfish, okay!”

The feelings you have for him, the feelings you have had for a long time but have ignored and buried deep inside of you, are flaring up.

“You like me?!”

He nods. “I like you…”

You can’t take it anymore, the bag of now mostly empty KitKat wrappers lands on the floor as you throw yourself over the couch towards him. Your lips crashing together. He’s tasting sweet like the chocolate he has been eating.

His arms are around you, holding you close against him. You're deepening the kiss, letting your tongue slip between his teeth. It is sweet but needy. You can’t help but grind your hips softly into him.

“I like you too, Dieter.” You whisper against his lips, as the two of you break for air. Your words make him crash is lips back on yours in a hungry and desperate kiss. He is devouring you, mapping out the inside of your mouth with his tongue, like an explorer on a mission, all the while you slowly rock your hips against him. You can feel the effect you have on him.

“What if I assist you, for a change, huh?” His low voice is making a shiver go up your spine and it’s making your cunt clench.

You are straddling his left thigh, your short dress scrunched up, exposing the skin of your own thighs. His hands are on your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin in the most delicious way. A moan escapes from your mouth as you feel the muscles of his thigh flex under you.

“Fuck, Dieter, I...” You murmur, feeling the fabric of your panties getting damper and damper against the soft fabric of his pants.

“It’s okay, sweetie … I got you.” His thumbs are drawing circles over your hips as his grip firms. Dieter begins to move your hips. He is moving you slowly at first, but the sounds you’re making as your clothed pussy is being rubbed against him make him eager to pick up the pace.

“So fucking sexy, doing so good for me.” Dieter is cursing under his breath and the grinding gets sloppier.

“Fucking hell … I, fuck , ne-need… I need you, Dieter” You lock eyes, hoping the plea of your gaze can convince him about how much you want him. His brown eyes are burning you, his hands coming to a still.

He nods, eyes still locked with yours as he moves you, switching position so you’re under him with your back pushing down into the soft couch. He is kissing you again as his hand dives down your panties.

“Fuck , baby, you’re dripping . Soaking wet baby. My sweet girl. All soaked, just for me.” His mouth leaves your mouth. He licks your inner thigh before gently biting down on your soft skin. He is pulling your panties down your legs. “My sweet, sweet girl… too sweet for fucked up bastard like me.” He kisses your other thigh. “Want to taste you, baby. Want to eat you out until morning.” He lifts his head, locking eyes with you again. Soft brown eyes, pleading with you. “Can I sweetheart? Can I taste you?”

You swallow hard, his eyes are dark with need and desperation. He looks at you like he has been stranded in a desert for days and your pussy is the water that will save him.

“Mm…” You nod, feeling your arousal pulsing through your cunt at the mental image of Dieter’s tongue between your thighs.

He swallows hard at your response, soft eyes still locked with yours. “ Fuck , sweetheart, you sure you want this.” Not letting himself begin before he has gotten a verbal go from you.

“Yes, Dee. I’m sure .” You bring your palm to his cheek, stroking your thumb along his stubbles “I want this Dee, want you .” This is all he needs to hear.

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull when Dieter buries his head between your thighs. He slides his tongue through your wet folds before pushing it into you with a groan when he tastes you. He is taking his time, letting his tongue flicker through your folds for a long time before sucking down on your clit. He keeps going like this for a while, but your sounds are driving him crazy, and something in him goes feral.

He now goes at you with such devotion and affection it makes you wanna cry. The thought of how much he seems to enjoy himself makes you even wetter. “ Oh , fuck … Fuck, Dieter, you’re so …” You whine, but choke on your own pleasure sounds looking down at him.

His face buried beep between your thighs. He has lost the cardigan, giving you a full view of his bulky arms. His moustache is tickling your sensitive skin, and it is so hot . His thin t-shirt is hanging loose giving you a look at his chest. You bury your fists in his fluffy curls, making him groan against your heat, the vibrations from it make your toes curl. He is now flicking his tongue over your clit with a determination that has you seeing stars. You can’t keep his name from falling from your lips, over and over again. His name is your orison, his skilled mouth is the deity to which your prayer is devoted.

His grip on your thighs tightens as your own grip on his hair does too. You fall over the edge, waves of pleasure washing over you. Dieter hums into you as your legs shake and your cunt clenches, he never stops lapping into you as your orgasm unfolds.

“So good , my sweet girl, tasting even sweeter than I had imagined.” He pants as his mouth finally detaches from you.

He climbs up over your body. “Fucking hell, baby. You’re so perfect” Dieter whispers against your skin before he softly bites down on your neck, it makes a moan escape from deep down your throat. He keeps himself occupied with your neck for a while, kissing and sucking on your pulse point. It has you whine out with pleasure. You can feel his hard dick against your stomach. The thought of his thick hard cock is making your mouth water.

“I need you inside me, Dieter...” You whine. You feel how his cock twitches from your confession.

“You sure baby?”

“Very sure. You haven’t been with anyone since your last check, right?” You know he is clean since you are the one dealing with his doctor appointments.“I haven't been with anyone either and, uh, I have an iud, so…” So you can fuck me raw . You don’t say that part out loud.

You’re still under him. He is looking down at you, gently pressing you down into the softness of the couch.

“No, I…” You swallow hard before continuing. “I wanna ride you, Dee.” You mirror the desperation he had spoken with when he had asked permission to eat you out. You're rising up towards him “Please, let me ride you, Dieter?” You whisper into his ear, you can barely recognise your own voice so low and husky with desperate need.

“Fucking hell , baby… You can’t say things like that, you’ll have me cream my pants like a fucking schoolboy.” You can’t help but let out a soft giggle. You switch positions for the second time and you're back in the same position as when you were riding his thigh.

You’re leaving matching kisses on the tattoos on his forearms. You throw your leg over him Flattening your hands on his chest, spreading your fingers as wide as possible in an attempt to get as much of him as possible. You slide your hands under the hem of his t-shirt, exposing his soft stomach, showering it with kisses and licking along his happy trail. You love his stomach, you know he is a little insecure about it, as he had gotten a more healthy appetite after he got clean and had lost the defined muscles of his youth. So you are devoted to showing him just how beautiful he is in your eyes.

You are grinding down on him, making your cunt slide up and down the underside of his hard-on, which lies thick and throbbing over his belly, it’s twitching under you.

You readjust yourself and begin to slowly slide down on him. You’re really taking your time, both so you can get used to the impressive size of him, and enjoy the sounds he’s making for you as you slowly take more and more of his cock. Your walls are stretched in ways you don’t think they have ever been stretched before.

“Fuck baby. You’re so perfect” Dieter whispers. “So fucking good and sweet to me. Always… Always so good to me.”

You begin to bounce down on him. His hands are on your hips, but he occasionally slips them back to your ass, squeezing the soft skin with his hand. It makes you go wild.

His hips meet you hard with each bounce as he thrust up into you, burying so deep inside you it has you screaming. The sounds of your skin slapping and your wet cunt getting fucked are ringing through your ears. Your arms have begun to shake and you finally can’t take it anymore as you collapse onto him. Your lips meet in a sloppy, hungry kiss while you keep slamming down on him while he simultaneously thrusts his hips up into you. You reach your climax with your lips on his, moaning into him. He keeps fucking up into you while cum around him. Hands firmly on your hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you…”

Tears of pleasure are wetting your eyes. After needing this for so long, wanting him for so long - longer than you have ever been able to admit to yourself.

You feel how his dick twitches inside you as he comes undone. Fucking his cum deep into you. The warm seed covering your walls. He finally removes his hands from your hips, sneaking them around your back, hugging you against his chest. You lie like this for a little while, both of you catching your breath.

“Should we start the film over? We missed a lot of it.” You giggle.

“Nah, don’t think I can focus right now…” He squeezes you tight, pulling you against his bare chest, planting a kiss on the top of your head “I’d rather focus on you.”

You nuzzle your face into his warm sternum. “Maybe we could hit the shower then?”

“Oh, we suddenly can, sweetheart.” He answers, moving his arms so he has one under your knees and the other under your back, lifting you up bridal style. You laugh softly as he carries you to the master bathroom.

… Waitin' for the day your ship'll come in

And the tide's gonna turn an' it's all gonna roll your way …

You are laying in his bed now, tangled up together in the soft sheets, half asleep and smelling freshly of his lemon body wash. Your dress has been replaced by one of Dieter’s t-shirts. Your hand are in his hair, mindlessly scraping his scalp with your fingertips, and his hands stroking your back.

“I think I’ll be quitting.” You whisper before leaving a loving kiss on his lips. “Can’t have you keep fucking your assistant.” You add against his mouth.

“So, this wasn’t a one-time thing?” He sounds stunned and hopeful his voice dropping an octave.

“Nah, I don’t think it was.” You tell him with a soft smile.

His lips are back on yours again. The kiss is so sweet, you can feel him smiling against your lips.

“Guess I’ll have to look for a new assistant then. No one is gonna be as good as you though.” He nuzzles his nose against your chee. "But maybe you could still come along to the award shows, red carpets always makes me nervous, you know and you're very calming for my nerves, sweetheart… "

"That would make the press think we’re dating."

“Would that be so bad?” He whispers, sounding both serious and nervous. The implications of what he's asking are making your stomach do a flip and warmth spread through your chest. He wants to date you!?

“No, It wouldn’t.” You answer and you mean it.

“Even though I’m not some young hot personal fitness trainer guru person…” He rambles jokingly, but you can hear a hint of seriousness and uncertainty.

You can’t help but laugh at that, warmly. It’s a silly thought as if you could ever want someone that wasn’t him. Why be with anyone else when you could have him. Not because he is a famous actor or because he is some sort of perfect person. But because you could have the real him, the version he usually doesn’t show others, you being one of the few that get that side of him.

“Dieter, you are literally on the sexiest men alive list, you have a fucking Oscar statuette on your bathroom shelf.” You shake your head with a grin. “Besides, that wouldn’t be you.”

"Cool, cos there are no others I'd rather bring." He kisses you again and it is sweeter than ever.

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