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miley1442111 · 2 months

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the problem with arguing

a/n: Hi, this is my first story, any constructive criticism is welcomed. This had not been properly edited nor read through because icba lmao :) also I wrote it for a fem!reader but I don't think there's much mention other than Jack calling reader 'mom' so... yeah :)

pairings: aaron hotchner x reader, platonic BAUteam x reader, motherly(If that's a word?)reader x teen!jack hotchner

summary: aaron and you are in a fight, but what happens when a meeting with a witness goes south?

warnings: criminal minds levels of violence, angst, fluff, couple fighting, reader in distress, reader getting injured, mentions of knives, mentions of being stabbed, mentions of being tied up, mentions of hospitals, mentions of killing, mentions of general injury, mentions of guns/shooting, minimal use of y/n.

1.6k + words.

“We’re here, we’ll update you if anything comes of it,” Morgan promises Hotch over the phone as we walk to the front porch of one of our witnesses. Something about his story is messed up and we were the unlucky ones who had to go talk to him. It’s a pretty house I guess, a little expensive for what a 26 year old man could afford, and what he would want to buy. It’s all fifties style, the entire estate is. Big-enough bungalows with pastel walls and inviting doors with a small porch, just enough for the entry-way and a chair. I knock on the door, exhausted from the past 72 hours. Aaron and I got in a fight before we got to Ohio, it was unnecessary, but we fought all the same. He was mad at me for giving Jack advice that led to a fight between them. I just wanted to kiss and make up 3 days ago but he won’t budge. Maybe it’s because he knows I’m right and doesn’t want to confront it or maybe it’s because I took it too far and overstepped. Jack calls me ‘mom’, I live with him, and Jack came to me for support, he wanted guidance and I gave him it. He was mad at his dad because he missed meeting his girlfriend. His girlfriend, Ava, was a lovely girl, I had been the one there when Jack brought her over for dinner, I was the one trying to suss out if they actually liked each other, and I was the one Jack sat down with for 2 hours after and told everything about her to. All because Aaron was too busy with paperwork in his study. Jack was hurt, which is difficult to do because he’s such an understanding 16 year-old boy. It was also hard because I saw both sides. I’ll be the first to admit that what Aaron did was wrong, but our job is hard and demanding, especially his since he’s the leader of our team… But Jack just wanted 2 hours of his time, not even, just a dinner. A dinner to meet his girlfriend, and Aaron still couldn’t make it.

I knock again as I huff.

“Everything alright?” Morgan asks, the regular playful glint in his eye.

“Tired, mad, over this job. You?” I sigh.

“Sounds about right,” He chuckles. “How’s Jack doing?”

A smile spreads across my face. “He has a girlfriend,” Morgan’s face lights up in a smile.

“My man,” He smirks and I chuckle. “You two met her yet?”

My face drops again. “I have, Aaron… couldn’t make it to the dinner though. She’s lovely, perfect for Jack. It's so funny, it’s just opposites attract. Jack is so sporty and outspoken and she’s one of the quieter, more into her studies kind of person.”

The door swings open and we’re met with David, our witness.

“You two know what time it is?” He yawns.

“Oh trust us, we know,” Morgan sighs. “Can we ask you a few more questions?”

“It’s 10pm at night? Can’t this wait ‘till the morning?”

“It’ll only take a few minutes,” I reassure.

He looks between us for a moment, then sighs. “Quickly.”

We walk inside and are immediately hit with an awful smell. I know that smell. That’s when I see it, a body.

And that’s when it all goes black.

I wake up in a new room, tied to a chair. I don’t see Derrick anywhere. I don’t see David anywhere. I’m all alone in this grey room. I don’t see a door but I notice a camera, and a screen in front of me. I see Penelope on the screen, then a sign above it with “Don’t make noise” scribbled. I look to my left and see a plastic window, I see Morgan through it, tied up too. He sees me.

“Y/n? Y/n?! Where are you?” Penelope squeals. I shake my head and she picks up her phone and tries calling mine, it rings and I feel something go into my side. I scream out in pain as I see the blood start trickling out of me. Penelope drops her phone, then picks it up, dialling someone else’s number.

I get switched to a joint call with Penelope, and the rest of the team, excluding Aaron.

“Y/n?” Spencer asks and I nod, sobbing in pain. Spencer runs off-screen, leaving Jj and Emily to stare in horror at me.

Spencer comes back with Aaron and we make eye-contact through the screen, and he starts breaking. He’s shouting orders at the policemen in the precinct, he’s shouting orders at the team, and he’s trying not to cry. I know that. I also know I’m the only one who knows that. He hides it pretty well but not from me, not after all of our years together. His eyes squint, his eyebrows furrow more than usual, he starts biting at the skin around his nails.

“We’re coming to find you. We will find you,” he promises me. I nod slowly as the pain in my side becomes unbearable as the knife is pulled out.

“Is Morgan with you?” Emily asks and I nod as I bite my lip until it bleeds to stop myself from making too much noise.

“Is he in the room with you?” Spencer asks.

I shake my head no. After what feels like an eternity of yes or no questions, they think they’ve located us.I hear banging on the door and then it opens. Spencer is standing there with an entire Swat team behind him. I shake my head to tell them to not make noise but they talk anyway and another knife is put into my leg, I don’t have the strength to stay quiet this time and another finds its way into my arm. I pass out.

I wake up in a hospital bed, an IV in my arm, Aaron on one side and Jack on the other. Aaron’s asleep in a chair on my left, I grimace, knowing his back will hurt.

“Mom?!” Jack exclaims as he sees me open my eyes. “Mom!” His eyes fill with tears as he gets up and wraps his arms around me on the bed.

“Jack,” I sigh in relief.

“You’re okay! You’re awake!” He smiles brightly, happy that I’m alive.

Aaron wakes up from the commotion and rushes to my side. “Honey?” He takes my hand and squeezes. “You’re okay.”

I smile at both of them.

“I’ll go get the doctor,” Jack smiles and he rushes off to find a doctor.

“Honey I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-” He starts but I cut him off.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he sighs, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Don’t go all soft now Aaron,” I joke.

“You make me soft,” He smiles and presses a soft kiss to my cheek.

Jack comes back in with a doctor. She tells me that I lost a lot of blood and that I will be out of the field for a few months, with 2 weeks of mandatory bedrest, then 4 weeks of physical therapy.

The next day, the team come in to visit.

“Hey,” Spencer smiles, walking in first. I’ve always been close to Spencer, he’s always felt like a little brother to me.

“Hey,” I smile and wince when I hug him, but I know it’s worth it. The rest of the team filter in, smiles on their faces.“So what happened after I went out?”

“Well, they got me, no injuries apart from a concussion,” Morgan says.

“We got the guy-” Emily starts.

“Aaron got the guy,” Spencer interrupts. “He saw him and just shot him-”

“And then he beat the crap out of him,” Jj says. “It was pretty intense.”

I nod along as they tell me the story, and then we just talk about whatever until Aaron comes in and says visiting hours are over. Spencer leaves me a few more books to read and Jj brings Jack to Ava’s house for the night. Aaron walks in with my dinner on a tray.

“Hungry?” He smiles.

“You shot someone for me?” I ask as he places my tray down.

“Yes.”

I roll my eyes and smile at him. “Is he alive?”

“No.”

My face drops. “Oh.”

“It was the combined bleeding and head trauma that killed him.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I did.”

I look at my food. “I understand you wanted to protect me-”

“I did that because he doesn’t get to live after doing this to you. Honey, you and Jack are the most important people in my life and I would do anything if it meant that you were safe and sound. Do you want to know how it felt to have what could’ve been my last words to you be ‘stop bothering me’? I was an asshole to you over the Jack situation because I knew you were right. I knew it wasn’t fair to not go to dinner when I was in the house. I knew it was important and it just felt too real. It felt like he was growing up and I just couldn’t take it because I missed so much of his childhood! So I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry that I said everything I said and did what I did, but I am not sorry about hurting that fucking monster,” He takes a deep breath. “Now eat up, it’ll go cold.”

“I love you Aaron, it’s ok. It wasn’t your fault, being a parents is hard.”

His eyes fill with tears and he looks at me like an injured puppy.

“Come here,” I smile and move over, allowing room for him to sit with me. He climbs into bed beside me and wraps his arms around me, being careful of my wounds.

“I love you,” he whispers as I slowly eat my food.

“I love you too.”

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gaybitchfx · 1 year

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-❄️ Character(s): Dad Zhongli + Kid Xiao

-❄️ Type of reader: M!Reader

-❄️ Category: SFW + hybrid AU

-❄️ Warning(s): None

-❄️ Part 1

-❄️ Edited: ❌

“You’re such a cutie, look just like your father.” You cooed at Xiao as he ate, his big eyes looking up at you as you fed him. Xiao moved his wings a little, he hadn’t yet lost the feathers on his arms since he was only a few days old now. And because he was so young you often kept him close knowing he couldn’t maintain his body temperature.

“I can’t wait till he gets older.” Zhongli hummed as he gently rubbed the feathers that littered Xiao’s arms. A few months later and Xiao managed to learn how to walk and run around pretty quickly. However, flying was a big problem.

“Get down from there!” You shouted at your child seeing how he was going to jump from the top of the drawer to teach himself how to fly.

“Chi!” He chirped as you quickly scooped him up into your arms, your heart relaxing. “You can’t just jump from high places and think you’ll fly my sweet boy.” You sighed and moved his hair from his chubby face. His brows furrowed as he folded his wings across from one another, upset.

“I know I know, you want to learn how to fly like papa, but because your dad's child as well you won’t be able to because your wings won’t last long. Well, it depends.” You told him as you went to his room and got him a change of clothes, him having made a mess of his previous ones. None of his clothes had sleeves unless it was winter and spring.

Xiao let out small chirps as he flapped his wings, eager to want to learn how to fly at such a young age. Sighing you picked him back up. “Zhongli! I’ll be going out with Xiao for a bit could you watch the house while I’m gone?” You shouted, he was in an entirely different room.

“Yeah! Be safe!” He shouted back and so you left, unfolding your wings and flying to a reasonable level around the area till you were now at an area where there were barely any trees or anything in general. Placing your child down, you got to somewhat eye level with him. “So first my little one, you have to open your wings like this.” You demonstrated by extending yours as far as you could, him doing the same, his eyes twinkling see your wings up close.

“Try lightly flapping them, not too fast though.” Xiao began flapping his wings but not in the way you told him. “No no, like this.” You held his wings and moved them slowly before releasing them as he continued moving them at that pace. “Such a good boy!” You cooed and gave him many kisses on his cheeks, many chirps leaving his mouth. You told him to speed it up a little bit and a couple of times he’d end up levitating off the ground before going back onto his feet.

“You did such a good job! Papas so proud of you!” You picked Xiao up and hugged him, pressing his cheek against yours as he wrapped his wings around your neck to the best he could. Time went on and Xiao began getting bigger, yet seemed small at the same time. That wasn’t a problem though, he was still as healthy as ever.

“Daddddd! Papaaaaa!” Xiao called out as he quickly flew into his parent's bedroom like he was a hummingbird before landing on you and Zhongli’s bed, you being the first to wake up.

“It’s my birthday!” He exclaimed the seven year olds face beaming with joy as he fluttered his wings. The feathers on his arms, that made up his wings, hadn’t disappeared at all so he’d end up like your aunt. “Is that so? You’re a big boy now aren’t you Xiao? Isn’t that right Zhongli?” You yawned and smiled softly before looking over at Zhongli who was still sound asleep.

“Zhongli!” You shouted making the poor man jump out of his sleep, barely saving himself a heart attack. “Y…Yes, my love?” Zhongli quickly answered as he sat up.

“It’s Xiao’s birthday today. He’s going to be the big seven.” You smiled and began tickling Xiao as he giggled, tossing and turning as he tried to stop you from ticking him. “It was almost like yesterday he had hatched. They grow so fast.” Zhongli sighed as he looked at his family with a soft and gentle gaze. “Alright, Mr! Let’s get you ready! We’re going to Liyue for your birthday.” Xiao let out a yell of excitement as he flew back to his room, you and Zhongli not too far behind.

The entire day was nothing but fun, Xiao even got to play with kids his age. “You tired?” You asked Xiao as he rested his head on your shoulder his thumb slightly in his mouth as his eyes would close but quickly open again. “No..” He grumbled as he tried fighting his sleep. “Don’t worry Xiao, just get some sleep and we’ll play with you tomorrow how’s that?” Zhongli offered. Hearing the word 'play' made Xiao nod his head as he relaxed in your hold and fell fast asleep.

“He’s just like you y’know.” Zhongli laughed making you look at him with a raised brow. “What do you mean he’s just like me?” You huffed and fixed Xiao so he could be more comfortable. “So stubborn unless you’re being bargained with.” He said making you roll your eyes and begin to walk faster than you were previously doing.

“But it’s true dear!” Zhongli called out as he tried following you till you took off and flew your way home making Zhongli chuckle as he walked.

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gegewrites · 1 year

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Dr.House- rough day

I had a rough day during the week so this was created.

6/2/23

2.3k words

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Houses Pov-

It was now eight am, the group and I have already reconvened twice in the conference room. Yet there's no sign of (y/n). No phone call, we can't reach her either. So we're waiting. She's usually in the office by seven or seven thirty. eight at the absolute latest. She'll also take Any excuse to stay late...she's weird.

"Run some more tests." I glanced over at the conference room door and then back to the team,"anything to waste time, the one with all my answers isn't here."

"Are you-" I swiftly cut Cameron off, walking away from the white board.

"Go get a coffee while you're at it." I took hold of the handle to my offices door and foreman spoke.

"You can't be serious." I looked over at him and raised my brow.

"When have I not been serious? Come get me when (l/n) is here, or you have answers." I let my office door close behind me when I finished the sentence and walked over to my office. Leaning my cane against the side and sitting down in the rolling chair.

I had answers. This case simply wasn't that serious to really care. foreman, Chase, and Cameron can figure it out, and they will. If they don't, I'll spoil the surprise that its simply just a child that desperately just needs some anxiety medication pronto.

Your Pov-

This morning has been rough, and it just seems to be getting worse as the minutes drag on.

First, I wake up late, I wake up at five thirty everyday, I'm out of the house by six thirty. I like to have time to calmly get ready. Well, I woke up at Six, which leaves me already half an hour behind.

Then I find out The coffee pot never brewed, the timer never set. It was still flashing the set time of 5:20 AM at me, alerting me to my stupidity. I got a call on the home phone when I was making it…So now I need to get coffee at work, so now I'll be in a bitchy mood till I get it.

By the time I had gotten dressed and put on my basic makeup, and grabbed some other things I needed, I only have five minutes left to spare.

Today I put on these heels I had, I could walk miles in them, they were perfect. They were also right by the door and I wasn't looking for something to match this outfit properly, but these go with everything.

I grabbed my bag putting my phone, laptop, and other simple items into it, but realized the lanyard with my keys on it was missing. I quickly threw my doctors coat on, and scanned the table. I had my bag on a table by the front door. I opened it only drawer and it wasn't in there, only junk mail. I even shuffled it around. Now I was scrambling over my one level apartment. Stressfully lifting up my couches cushions. feeling in between the loveseats cushions, looking under them on my hands and knees.

I moved into the kitchen, which was a simply archway away from the living room left of the front door. I pushed away the simple litterings on the counter- newspapers, magazines, opened mail. Coming around the breakfast counter to scan the grey granite counter. I looked in the fridge, I looked in the mug cupboard.

"Where the fuck are they!" I yelled between gritted teeth, careful of the volume because of the time of morning and the presence of neighbors. I rushed into the bedroom and look along the dressers and night stands, getting down on my hands and knees again to look under the bed and as to my surprise. They weren't there. But my cat, Simon, was.

I let out a heavy and long exhale and I walked out of my bedroom, the tip hitting the floor angrily, avoiding using my heels to the best of my ability due to, once again, the time of morning and neighbors.

I was now a minute late according the the watch on my wrist. as I approached the door, I caught Glimpse of the doorknob, now approaching the whole situation with a different level of stress snd adrenaline.

They were on the fucking doorknob.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." I manically laughed through sentence as I grabbed my bag and slung a strap over my shoulder.

I had to park further down the street last night, my normal spot was taken. So I had to walk a block away from home.

Adding two minutes to my late tracker.

I rushed over to the driver side, stepping off the curb simultaneously pressing down on the unlock button on the Keys. I heard the locks click open and I pulled the door open. Tossing my bag into the passenger seat. Closing the door and shoving the key in the ignition and turning it. When the dials settled, I had a near empty tank of gas. To think I debated stopping yesterday. Ive got twenty miles, closest one is five miles away.

Adding ten minuets to the late tracker. It was seven, I was supposed to be in the office. I was surprised I had no calls yet. So I reached into my bag to check my phone. Flipping it open to find out it was dead. So i dropped it back in and resumed on driving.

Apparently everyone needed the fucking gas station this morning. I had to wait in a line of three. Luckily the guy at the pump was finished when I pulled in, so he drove off and the first car pulled in. Four minutes. The second car, three minutes. I also checked the other line. Definitely not going there. A boat, and some dude with four wheelers. God must really hate me because that's unusual for this town. The third car took five minutes. So Twelve minutes waiting in line. It look me seven minutes as i ran in to get coffee, I needed it. The adrenaline has worn off.

Adding nineteen minutes to the late tracker.

Of course since rush hour was starting, I got stuck in some traffic but not much. I also hit every red light possible. It only takes me twenty six minutes to get to work. I was already four minutes late.

Traffic was going steady, at least for twelve minutes it was, before some dude ran a red light and t-boned a car that had the right away.

I slammed my head down onto my hand gripping the steering wheel and silently flipped out. I'm officially late. I don't have a phone charger on me, I'll have to use the one in the office, but I can't call to say I'm going to be late. Traffic on our side was stopped and all turns to the right lane.

The current time is now eight thirty. I'm five minutes away from the hospital. I like being at work. I'll admit it, I like my job. It's not bad working for House and there's always something to do. House can be an ass, but I get paid to be entertained. The others aren't bad, they're nice to work with. I don't see them outside of work which is completely fine.

I finally pulled into the main entrance of the parking garage. Took me a minute to get up to my spot on the third floor...which was taken? I just looked at the BMW from my car, blinking rapidly, my shoulders bouncing from the silent laugh in my chest which soon erupted into another fit of manic laughter as I started driving back out of the parking garage.

I picked a spot in the lot, luckily it was close to the entrance of the hospital. It’s now 8:37. I parked, and grabbed my bag as I opened the door, throwing the strap over my shoulder. I reached in and grabbed my coffee before I closed the door. I locked it as I briskly walked away, my heels clacking hard against the asphalt.

I stepped onto the curb to the front of the hospital, my right heel caught the curb. I heard a crack and I fell onto my knees and hands. My coffee spilling onto the pavement. I just stayed on the ground for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of what would soon be a bruise on my knee. I sat down, taking my heel off. The heel was hanging on for dear life, the tip of the nail which went through the base of the heel cracked out of the wood. It was broken.

“Motherfucker.” I groaned standing up back on the pavement, I kicked my other one off and held them in my left hand, picking up the paper coffee cup and throwing it in the trash by the door.

I have shoes in my locker, so until I can get to my locker that’s means I’m walking barefoot. At least it’s a hospital.

I walked past the front desk, giving them a nod as I quickly walked towards the elevator. I knew people were looking, but I hope they see the fact my heel is broken at an 110° angle. I pressed the up button to the third floor, im gonna stop by the office before the locker room, I have priorities.

Houses Pov-

“Nothing.” Foreman said dropping a folder onto the glass conference table. Cameron pulling a chair out to sit in, and chase standing by the door with his arms crossed over his chest. I was at the counter.

“I suspected as such.” I looked at them over my shoulder, I just started a new pot of coffee.

“So what is it?” Chase asked as I turned around, leaning against the counter.

“It’s not serious that’s for sure.” I looked past him and into the hallway,”anyone seen (y/n) yet?”

“No and she’s still not answering her phone.” Cameron answering and I groaned in annoyance, my head falling back.

“She’ll be here when she gets here, what’s the damn diagnosis?” I looked over at foreman, his hands sturdily placed on his hips.

“God this coffee can’t brew fast enough.” I deflected his question, once again looking out into the hallway, this time to see the person I wanted to see.

(y/n) rushed to the door and pushed it open. Her heels in her left hand, one broken.

“I’m so-“I cut her off quickly.

“Why does a seven year old girl have a spiking heart rate, random outbursts-“ she cut me off,

“It’s fucking anxiety, take it to psych.” She lashed out, Cameron and chase sharing a glance at each other as she walked towards me, her desk was by chases against the glass windows.

“Rough morning?” Foreman asked and she nodded sharply.

“Everything that could go wrong, fucking did. Phones dead, wake up late, coffee pot never brewed, lost my keys for like seven minutes but they were on the door,” she ranted on as she unpacked her bag, her heels thrown on the floor,”a stupid fucking car crash four cars away-oh!” She turned to us, her arms throw out by her sides,” and some prissy ass BMW took my spot in the the garage so I had to park in the normal lot, broke my heel and spilled my coffee.”

Listening to her rant was very entertaining. Very animated, Very profane….very hot.

“Someone go find something interesting and get that girl to psych.” I didn’t look away from the stressed out doctor who was fumbling through her drawers for something.

“Well be quick with it.” Chase remarked, i heard Cameron’s chair lift and the door open and soon close.

“Where the fuck..” I heard (y/n) whisper as she closed the top left drawer and opened the bottom right, grabbing her phones charger out.

“You’re late, but at least your tits look great.” I said to her as I turned around, leaning on my left leg, grabbing a mug from the shelf.

“Thanks for noticing.” I could hear the dramatic eye roll she gave me. I heard her phone clack down on the desk as I grabbed hold of the coffee pot, pulling it out as the following drips sizzled on the heater,”I’m-“

“Coffee?” I asked, glancing over my right shoulder to her. Sliding the coffee pot back onto the burner. I grabbed the cream which was next to the coffee maker, twisted the cap off and splashed some in.

She stood on my right and I handed it to her, my eyes going from hers right to her chest. Dark grey button up, the top three buttons still undone.

“Thanks.” She took the mug from me before scoffing,”don’t make tjis day worse.”

“Push up?” I raised my brow, finally meeting her eyes again.

“I don’t know, probably.” She walked past em towards the door,”I’m clocking in, getting shoes, and going to the clinic. Page me when there’s something.”

“You have small scratches on the shoulder of your coat.” I pointed out, seeing the dark grey peaking through the white.

“Shut the fuck up House.” She held the glass door open, looking at me with a smile before looking away and walking out.

I might’ve had something to do with her lateness. The hour long phone call we had at eleven….started with some medical questions, ended with me knowing what that toy she keeps in her nightstand sounds like in between her legs over the phone. Maybe next time I’ll just show up at her door.

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lovelybrooke · 8 months

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Yandere Elden Ring x reader Concept

This has been in my drafts since June so I'm posting it now, so I no longer have to look at it.

Also, I tried with the old English, okay? Cut me some slack.

Edit from the future: check out this blog for more Elden ring stuff @whitewitchqueen

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Your mother always called you a dreamer, your head in the clouds, to distracted to really be aware of the world around you. How could you? War ravaged the Lands Between, and your life with your mother was not exactly the best.

You were extremely poor, and your mother was afflicted with the scarlet rot. As you aged, your mothers condition got worse, until she was immobilized, blinded by the rot that was killing her. From dusk till dawn, your mother groaned and begged for death, but it never came.

You mother wasn't alone in her suffering. You, a young twelve-year-old, was racked with quilt for your mother. After she became bedridden, you took on her work, and attempted to help subside the pain. No matter how much you worked, she only continued to get worse. It didn't help that whenever you went to sleep, your mind was filled with dark thoughts that made you sick. Kill her, they said, kill her and you will be free.

You never listened though and continued to take care of your dying mother. Eventually, your mother grew unresponsive, but thankfully still breathing. During this time, the voices and dreams became worse, now they were ragging on during the day, filling you with dread. They were often urging you to murder your mother, but on rare occasions, they were filling your head with visions, nothing concrete, just jumbles of colors and indistinguishable words, but it didn't help with your concentration.

It was a cold night when your mother died. It wasn't sudden or dramatic, she was simply gone. You didn't feel any pain, never cursing the world for taking her from you. You were simply happy her soul would be welcomed into the Erdtree. Her death did rattle you though. For so long, your life revolved around her, and now she was gone, and you don't know how to continue without her.

You finally allow yourself to cry when you bury her in a simple grave right outside the shack you called a home. You fell to your knees, tears racking your body as you hold yourself tight to find some sense of comfort. Your there for a while before you lay your body down on the grave, your nose runny and face wet as you cry quietly to sleep.

You didn't know where you were when you awoke. Wait, you weren't awake, you were dreaming. Your body felt strangely light and warm, but everything around you felt so real. You felt someone else's presence around you, calling out to them with a small hello. There was no response, but the strange feeling didn't go away, in fact it only got stronger, the warmth nearly consuming you. The light around you was blinding, practically burning you as you pushed yourself to wake up.

You were breathless when you actually awake, sweat rolling down your face. It's morning, and your covered in dirt. However, what's more concerning are the small burns on your arms. It filled you with confusion, but you past it off as old scars. As you slowly stand up with a small wobble, you gaze at the world around you. You sigh, as you fully take in your situation. Your mother, the only person you ever had, is dead, and you are alone.

You walk back into your home, your face expressionless and unmoving. The house is eerily quiet now that it is devoid of the painful moaning of your mother. You trudge to your room, jumping when you come face to face with a doll. Its skin was a light shade of blue and it was wearing mages clothing. It doesn't move at the sight of few, but the sight of it is enough of a worry. You move slowly towards it, picking it up, you move it around to inspect it, dropping in surprise when it speaks.

"Thou dreamer, who are you?" The doll's mouth doesn't move, but the feminine voice surrounds you completely. You don't answer, too fearful to open your mouth. "It does not matter." You hear her say. "Tell me, how does thou enter the land of dreams?"

"I don't know." You whisper, the doll remaining motionless. "Sad." The voice says, going quiet for a minute. "Find me, dreamer." It finally says, "At the Belfries in Liurnia." The voice finishes before the doll disappears in a blue light. Liurnia? Liurnia was days away from your home, you couldn't possibly make it there. You shake off the voice as some strange dream, moving to change into some less dirty clothes. You planned on traveling into the Capital to look for better work, now that you were supporting yourself.

Leyndell was much busier than usual, Queen Marika marriage to the Champion Radagon causing people all around the Lands Between to travel to the Capital. Merchants, finger readers, even worriers, they were all gathered at the Golden Captial. But for you, it felt like eyes were constantly on you. You felt paranoid, scared, and you desperately missed your mother. But you barely got the chance to take a breath before the sound of cheering enveloped your senses, completely overwhelming you.

From a distance, you could see a glimpse of blond. It was brief, only for a moment, but it was enough to get the crowd around you to start singing praises again. It was loud, so, so loud. You head was spinning, and in middle of Lyndell Capital, you fell unconscious.

The way you felt in your dream can only be described as motherly. Worm hands enveloping you from all directions, you felt safe. You wanted to pull the feeling inside of you and never let it go. The feeling made you miss your mother, causing tears to roll down your face like you were a baby again. In an instant, you awoke, the heat of the tears still stuck to your face.

"Oh, my poor, sweet child." There that feeling was again, that warm, motherly feeling. It felt like sweet honey, it filled you with glee. But as you turned your head to look at the voice, the glee was replaced by dread. All-consuming dread as Queen Markia the Eternal carefully stroked your tear covered cheeks, comfort and kindness echoing in her voice. You wanted to back away, but her presence was like a magnet, pulling you in.

Before you even spoke, the Queen beat you too it. "You don't have to worry, my dear. For I will keep you safe. Stay with me." With every stroke of her fingers, you were drawn back into the corners of your mind. The last bits of your consciousness knew she was messing with you, with your memories, with your mind. As her grip slowly got tighter you could feel yourself slipping away, until eventually, you were a shell of yourself. Ready to be molded by the Queen herself, and whatever other forces may be.

You awake suffering no dreams, no dark premonitions. It was a peaceful awakening. But everything around you felt off. The room you were in was vast, the bed was too comfortable, the clothing on your back was soft, you felt different.

Your body moved on its own, towards an unknown destination only your legs knew. You wanted to stop, but it was like your mind was separate from your body. You couldn't make decisions for yourself. Eventually, you stopped in front of an elaborate door, for what reason you knew not. You slowly brought your hand towards its intricate carving, the door opening before you could make contact. "My child, you're awake." The Queen knelt down, grasping your hands, "It is wonderful to see you again." You shake your head, nearly entranced by the golden glow in her eyes.

"Who are you?" Your words were airy, scared even. "Where am I?" The Queen smiled at you, not faced by your questions.

"Oh, my dear dreamer." Her words were bright and warm. "You are finally home." You don't question her further, your mind swarming too fast for you to properly think. "Come now, your father would like to see you."

Dreamer. You've heard that before.

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A/n: I needed to get this out of my drafts, sorry if this sucks.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #elden ring x reader #yandere elden ring #elden ring

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Pieces

18+ Minors DNI Bucky x pregnant reader

Edited this, lets pretend I never deleted this part of the story when I posted it cause I’m a dumb ass, thanks. Also the ***** indicates a time jump.

PLEASE READ WARNINGS, I really loved this prompt and I might do an angstier one, separate from this...stay tuned if that’s your thing.

Warnings: Still birth, child loss, drinking, swearing, bit of violence, thoughts of suicide, bit of fluff

Word count: 5.4k

“I’m sorry”

Two words. The weight those two words carried, no one would understand. You knew pain. You’d loved and lost. You’d been nearly ripped into pieces and sewn back together. You’d lost countless battles. Yet nothing prepared you for this. Where your heart was being seared. Where death made sense because living was too painful.

“I’m so sorry”

You cried. Wailed. Screamed. Nothing brought him back. You curled up in the hospital bed, desperately sobbing, hoping to wake up from the nightmare but it never happened, the little bundle of hopes and dreams you wanted in your arms, he was never coming. You cried for him, screamed, pushed, nearly tore your body apart but it didn’t matter. You were met with silence. You were met with panicked nurses. You were met with your scared husband, who didn’t understand what was happening. Why did they take his baby son away before he got a chance to hold him, he’d waited so long. You were met with the solemn face of your doctor, hardly able to look at you. Your little baby boy, your tiny angel. Your whole world, his entire being summarized in two words.

I’m sorry.

Bucky didn’t say a word. He sat motionless. He didn’t look at you. He placed a hand on yours, devoid of any love or comfort. He stared blankly, watching his son disappear before his eyes. The names he picked out, the hours he spent talking to his baby, the clothes, the nursery he decorated. His little one would never know how excited he was to meet him. He’d never know how badly he wanted to hug and kiss and hold him. Read him stories. Hear his first words. See his first steps. Have a family. The new found purpose he had to nurture a life instead of take one. It was all gone. His little baby boy was gone.

*****

You couldn’t take the sympathy cards. The flowers. All reminders of how your baby wasn’t there. He wasn’t coming back. Ever. You wanted to burn them. Destroy them, the same way every passing minute was destroying you. You’re mind sucked you into hell, the silence of your home reminding you of how your body had failed. No tiny babbles or coos. No hungry little cries. No warm cuddles. You had failed. You were supposed to have a healthy baby and you couldn’t do it. The worst part was you knew Bucky felt the same way.

Bucky ran through the motions while remaining cold and distant. He brought you food. Made sure you rested. Checked on you. All without meeting your eyes. Without touching you. The gap between you grew; sleeping with his back to you. Sleeping at opposite ends of the beds. Till he didn’t sleep in the same bed any more. Hollow empty words. You tried so hard to be understanding, yes you were suffering but so was he. But you needed him; you needed him to hold you, to talk to you, comfort you. The same sweet husband who kissed your belly each night, promising to love you no matter what happened. The man who promised he’d take care of you till his last breath. You needed your Bucky. You found him sitting on the couch of your shared room, staring blankly at his hands, the hands you wanted to hold you so badly.

“Bucky, I- please talk to me, I feel like I’m drowning, I feel like I’m alone, I need you-

“What’s there to talk about” He scoffed, crumpling the list of baby names he’d kept in his pocket. You felt your heart break, standing in front of him, reaching for his hands, your eyes pleading for him to at least look at you.

“Bucky?”

“I-I can’t even look at you right now” He yanked his hands away before you could touch him, walking away from you. You felt your blood turn into ice as Bucky got up, making his way to the door.

“What does that mean” You whispered, rooted in place as he shoved his boots on, refusing to look at you. Bucky glared at you with cold eyes, his lip twitching, he’d kept everything inside and he knew it was wrong. It was wrong. It was wrong. It was so fucking wrong but he couldn’t stop once he started.

“IT MEANS I CAN’T FUCKING LOOK AT YOU. I DON’T WANT TO BE NEAR YOU. I DON’T WANT TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS YOU. YOU TOOK AWAY THE ONE THING THAT GAVE ME HOPE”

“Y-you think I did this?”

The earth beneath you cracked open, swallowing the fragments left of your soul. You thought you felt broken before but this was unbearable. You swallowed the bile that rose in your throat, staring at the broken man that stood before you.

“You think I hurt our baby?”

“Well he’s not here, is he?! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SON?! He’s not fucking here. He never will be”

Your mouth went dry, unable to respond as Bucky’s metal arm whirred, his jaw clenching. The spiral started and he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop the venom that laced his words, the small sense of hope he had for a better future was gone.

“I can’t take this. I told you over and over again to just fucking rest, stop being reckless, no more missions, BUT YOU DON’T FUCKING LISTEN. NOW FUCKING LOOK. I JUST WANT MY SON”

You squeezed your eyes shut, covering your ears as glass shattered against the wall, Bucky’s chest heaving, glaring at you. It wasn’t your fault. Deep down he knew. He fucking knew. But he couldn’t climb out of the darkness that sucked him in, clouding any ability he had to think rationally. He stalked over to you, his hands gripping your arms, his hot breath fanning over your face.

“I just. Want. My son. And all you do is remind me of the fact that I’ll never get to hold him. I can’t stand being in the same place as you. This wouldn’t have happened if it was someone else”

He regretted his words as soon as they came out, but it was too late.

He’d never dare think about being with someone else but the pain was too much, he wanted to hurt you, why the fuck did he want to hurt you. Why did he want you to feel more pain when you were suffering already. He pulled his hands away, desperately needing to leave before he did or said something worse that he’d regret.

“What the hell’s going on here-

Tony raced down the hall with Steve and Sam to find Bucky standing by the door, broken glass across the room. You stood motionless, trembling on the inside as Bucky shoved Steve out of the way, slamming the door shut, the roar of his bike engine screeching away.

You blinked at the three men, hardly registering Steve catching you as you fell to the ground, sobs wracking your body making it difficult for you to breathe. You felt empty, limp in his arms, unsure what hurt you more; the loss of your little one or the loss of your loving husband because this wasn’t the man you married.

“Come here sweetheart, it’s okay” He held you tightly to his chest, rubbing your back, holding your hands gently in his to keep you from tugging your hair and digging your nails into your skin.

“M-my-my b-baby” You cried harder, clutching onto Steve’s shirt. “He’s gone; I’ll never get to see him”

“And now J-James thinks…” You couldn’t even get the words out. You already blamed yourself but to hear Bucky tell you to your face that it was your fault was worse than the actual loss.

“Shhhh, let it out, we got you, it’s okay” Sam sat with Steve, softly stroking your hair. It pained him. Pained him to see you so broken. To see Bucky hardly a shell of the person he once was. He thought about all the time you spent with his sister, finding out what you’d need, what to expect, what not to worry about. This wasn’t one of the things you talked about.

Tony walked out, waiting in the hallway, unable to see you so broken. While he didn’t agree with how Bucky was handling things, he also didn’t blame him. He remembered the day Morgan was born. The joy he felt when she was placed in his arms. Bringing her home. He didn’t even want to imagine a situation in which that didn’t happen. He didn’t want to imagine what if felt like to be told the little one you thought was going to come home with you would never see you. Would never open their eyes. Smile up at you. Grab onto your finger. Your baby wouldn’t be coming home with you.

*****

“Shit”

Bucky staggered back in the compound, his eyes bloodshot, unable to walk straight. He crashed onto the couch, not noticing the team sitting in the living room, waiting for him to get back home. Steve stayed with you until you fell asleep, before waiting for his Bucky to return.

“I thought he couldn’t get drunk, how much did he drink?” Sam ran over to the nearly blacked out super soldier, with Steve by his side, throwing Bucky’s arms over their shoulders to lift him up.

“I-I don’t want to know” Steve shook his head. Steve’s eyes brimmed with tears, biting on his lips to keep from shaking. There wasn’t a moment Bucky’ didn’t talk about how excited he was to be a father. Asking for help to order little Avenger onesies online. Spending hours picking out the perfect crib. Practicing how to hold a baby. Getting his arm modified so the plates were smoother and more comfortable to the touch. Bucky’s head lulled to the side, groaning as they got into the elevator, pressing the button to your shared floor with Steve.

“Let him crash in my room, y/n doesn’t need this right now” Steve walked passed your room, letting Bucky fall on his bead, pulling his boots off, before switching the light off and moving some sheets to sleep on the couch.

*****

Steve’s eyes shot open when he heard a pained groaned from the bathroom, looking up to see Bucky sitting on the floor. He’d had managed to drink enough to the point he stumbled into the bathroom, throwing up most of his insides, his head between his knees before throwing up again. Steve managed to clean Bucky up, helping him get back into bed, his heart breaking further seeing Bucky clutch onto the picture of an ultrasound from when you first found out you were pregnant.

“Steve?”

“Yeah pal”

“W-what did I do wrong?”

Steve swallowed thickly, looking at his best friend stare at the ceiling, tears streaming from the corner of his eyes, spilling onto the pillow. Bucky’s fingers twitched, careful not to crumple the picture, holding onto it for dear life, the pain was too much for him. He thought he did everything right. He took care of you. He read up on everything he could.

Nothing mattered.

“He was supposed to be named after you and Sam” Bucky slurred, remembering the way you giggled at his ridiculously long list he added to every day, knowing damn well he already had the perfect name in mind.

“I read to him every night” Bucky cradled your belly, reading books, whispering to your tummy, his hand soothing the little kicks he’d feel inside. The little flutters would settle as soon as Bucky started talking, his voice lulling both you and the baby to sleep.

“I-just wanted to hold him and tell him I loved him at least o-once. He was so small. He’ll never know h-how l-long I waited for him”

Bucky sobbed, curling into a ball, the picture clutched to this chest. He could hardly feel Steve sit by his side, wrapping his friend in a hug, he could only register pain. Your pained screams while you lay on the hospital bed. The tiny bundle that looked sound asleep, never meeting his eyes. All the nights you softly cried beside him, waiting for him to hold you but he couldn’t. The way you pleaded with him today and all the anger he had kept inside crashed onto you when you were the last person who deserved it.

Guilt sucked him deeper into darkness, he didn’t want anyone anymore. He deserved this. For all the pain he’d caused people. He was stupid to think he deserved to be happy. How many families had he broken. Destroyed. Innocent lives that never got to go home because of him. And he really thought he’d have a chance. He didn’t deserve to be called dad. To feel the warmth of his son sleeping in his arms. Crying out for him. Wanting his daddy to carry him and comfort him. He didn’t deserve any of it.

Then there was you.

Bucky pulled at his hair, his voice hoarse as he continued to break down, his mind fighting against him. It wasn’t your fault. You took away his baby. You gave him a family. You destroyed his happiness. He loved you so much. He resented you. You were his angel. You reminded him of what could have been. You were suffering more than he was. He couldn’t do this anymore. He just wanted to hold you and cry with you in his arms. He was done.

***** You sat up slightly when you heard the door open, rubbing your eyes to see a disheveled Bucky walk in, going straight to the closet, grabbing his duffle bag. He spoke before you could say anything, still not looking at you, grabbing his clothes from the shelves.

“I’m moving out” He murmured, zipping up whatever he could stuff in his bag, deciding he’d come back for the rest of his stuff later.

“Why” You had no tears left to cry, no more pieces left to break further. You looked at him blankly, your voice was emotionless. You didn’t even care for the answer but you let him answer anyway.

“I can’t do this. I just-I can’t y/n”

You nodded, lying back down, pulling the sheets over you. Bucky felt pain seep deeper into his bones as you turned away, curling up and going back to sleep.

He didn’t know what he expected. You had no reason to fight for him to stay. He failed as a husband to care of you, to hold you through your pain, to protect you from the demons that were eating away at you. And now he was leaving like a coward because he was angry at the world and didn’t know who to blame.

He temporarily stayed with Steve, before moving to the spare room, sleeping on the couch when he wasn’t spending hours in the training room. Each time he thought he could take a step forward; he’d remember something and spiral further down. No one could look at either of you go down your paths of self destruction. Bucky continued to drink himself into oblivion. He was more reckless on missions, putting himself in harm’s way, his temper uncontrollable. You were holed up in your room, skipping meals, isolating yourself from the world. It was clearer than ever you need each other and yet…

Bucky had managed to avoid seeing you, but it wasn’t difficult, seeing as you hardly left your room. Of course, it’d only be a matter of time before you crossed paths.

*****

At first, Bucky felt numb. No feeling at all. He felt like he’d been thrown back to hell when he escaped from Hydra, with no sense of purpose, no identity, no will to live. Your pained screams never left him. The things he said to you were seared in his brain. He’d managed to escape everything but not this. His own words haunted him the most. He drank more. Avoided sleep. Trained. Nothing. All he could hear were your cries for him to hold you and his venom of blaming you.

Numbness turned into a different pain. The longing for his wife. His doll. His baby. His sweet angel who cradled him, kissed him, held him when he was broken. When he wasn’t enough. When he was nothing but a hollow shell of the person he once was. When he had nothing to give.

The woman who trust him. Trusted him enough to carry his child. Who endured pain for months. Who cradled her belly, telling her baby their daddy was a hero. Whispering to her baby in the middle of the night about how excited she was for them to come. How excited she was to have a family. With him. In return, he betrayed her without a second thought. He took his moment of sorrow and tore you apart further when you were already tattered and torn beyond repair. What the hell did he do to you.

His sobs could be heard down the hall, the sounds of destruction echoing from inside the room; absolutely no one dared to see how Bucky was doing. You covered your ears; you heart only breaking more when he repeatedly wept your name every night, continuing to call for you in his sleep. You wanted to feel his arms. Feel his love again. And then you remembered the way he looked at you with such disgust and the numbness would return.

He passed by your door 100 times, hesitating to knock. How could he ask doe forgiveness, he didn’t deserve to even see you. Though he was desperate. He had to see your face, even if you threw him right back out, he just wanted to see his sweet doll again. He knocked quietly, squeezing his hands when you opened the door, holding himself back from wrapping his arms around you.

“Y/n I’m sorry-

You shut the door on his face, the coldness of your eyes unwavering. Until you no longer had to look at him, falling to your knees as soon as the door clicked.

“Baby, please, I’m so fucking sorry” His voice was muffled from the other side. You slapped your hand over your mouth, refusing to let him hear you cry, though it was a futile attempt. He heard you, sitting by the door, just like you, desperately wanting to just break it down so he could hold you. He could have broken the door. Easily. But it was unfair to you. He walked out without giving you a choice. He couldn’t walk back in again and demand you take him back.

It went on for weeks. Bucky was practically on his knees every morning, every night, pleading with you to at least look at him. Funny how things turn out. He cried by the door, falling asleep against it most nights, unaware that you’d fallen asleep on the other side, a part of you desperately missing him. But it was too late. There were something’s that just couldn’t be forgotten.

*****

“I can’t forgive you James” You refused to meet his eyes knowing you’d break if you looked at him. You stared at your feet, shaking your head when he tried to touch you.

“Baby?” Bucky’s voice was a pained whisper, he knew you were right. He didn’t deserve an ounce of the love you’d given him, let alone any type of forgiveness.

“You can’t call me that anymore” You whispered, digging through your bag, finding the folder. “Just sign them. That’s all I want from you”

“Please baby, no” Bucky shook his head, not even wanting to look at the papers you handed to him where you’d already signed. You had every right, every fucking right, and he was being selfish again, begging, pleading, “You’re my angel baby, I can’t, please y/n, can’t you at least think about it?”

“It’s for the best” You held the door open for him to leave, quietly locking it after he left, feeling more empty than before. Bucky considered just ending it all because the pain he caused you was already killing him; the world would have been better without him anyway.

*****

“You can’t keep fucking trying to get yourself killed on missions, you need to get it together” Sam glared at Bucky, while he hissed in pain, sewing a gash on his side.

“I need her back” Bucky had his head in his hands, his torso bandaged from throwing himself in danger on yet another mission, punishing himself in every way he saw fit. “She wants a divorce”

Sam and Steve looked at each other, before looking at the broken super solider.

“Look. I’ll be honest with you. I know you’re hurting and I can’t comment on the pain you’re feeling from losing a child. But you need to realize what you did was beyond fucked up, that’s your wife man. You’ve been through hell, I get that. But she. Is. Your. Wife. She was carrying your baby, she needed you more than ever. You blamed her Bucky, it wasn’t just you not being there for her. You fucking blamed her”

“I just-

“You left her when she needed you. She needed you more than anyone else, you realize she carried your son in her for months. Did you account for how much pain her body went through, just for the doctor to look her in the eyes and say I’m sorry? For her husband to not look at her, not touch her, accuse her of losing the baby. I can’t even being to imagine what type of hell she’s going through because of you. The pain she’s in now? Its not from the loss. This is all you”

Bucky’s lip trembled, the pain he felt in his chest was unbearable and he’d caused you misery worse than this.

“She hates me”

“And I don’t blame her” Steve scoffed, shaking his head while Bucky closed his eyes, tears streaking his face. “Can you? She lost the baby, you blamed her for losing the baby and then she lost you. It hurts. I get it. Not entirely, but I get it. I don’t get what you did to her. Did you hear her cry the day you left?”

Bucky shook his head, he didn’t want to know. The broken screams you cried at the hospital haunted him. He couldn’t take more. He didn’t stop Steve from speaking, but God he wished the earth would swallow him on the spot.

“You have any idea how long she cried for? How badly she wanted you to come back even after you blamed her for everything? This poor girl sobbing on the fucking floor because she lost a child and then her husband decides to leave because he can’t even look at her. You know you bruised her arms!?” Steve’s voice turned into a growl, Sam squeezing his shoulder before anything escalated in the jet. “I can’t even sleep properly because I can hear her when I close my eyes, so how the fuck you stayed in the same room with her, without even looking at her, not comforting her once, is beyond me”

Bucky’s arm whirred, his ears red from anger but it wasn’t toward Steve; it was towards himself. Every impulsive word he let slip from his lips because he felt like he was in pain destroyed a piece of you instead.

“Took a lot of self-control for me to not kick your ass” Steve stared at the floor, still heavily debating on punching Bucky at least once.

“I think you should give her space. You did your thing. Now its her turn, just let her do what she needs” Sam sighed, he did feel for Bucky. He felt for you more.

*****

Bucky stood at your door, his hands trembling when he gave you the papers, his named scribbled on the line, tear stains littering the document.

“Y/n….please sweetheart…”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“I loved you. So much. So fucking James”

“I love you doll-

“No” You cut him off, glaring at him, ignoring his pleading eyes. You anger steadily rose, all the rage you’d managed to keep in control erupting all at once. “NO, FUCK YOU”

“You-you don’t- you will never fucking understand. I- You read to him each night. But I-I felt him James, do you understand? I could feel every kick, every flutter, documenting every single movement. I counted down each day, waiting for him to come, I waited for the day I’d get to see you hold him”

“Did you consider I’ll never get to feed my baby? How much pain my body was in, having to pump fucking bottles of breast milk FOR WHAT?! TO THROW DOWN THE FUCKING DRAIN BECAUSE THE ALL DOCTOR COULD SAY WAS I’M SORRY”

Your chest heaved, eyes wild with fury. He wanted to hug you so fucking badly but he didn’t dare move, silently standing in front of you while tears dampened his shirt.

“I won’t hear him call me mommy. All I have are empty reminders. You were supposed to love me. So why didn’t you, why wasn’t I enough? Am I not part of a family? If it was just me and you, I would have still said we were a family, but that isn’t how you feel is it-

“No baby, please, you are my family angel, you’re my absolute everything, I’m so sorry y/n-

“You’ll never fucking understand. Because you’re selfish. I don’t understand why you married me, just-just go”

Everything was over.

“GO”

***** Bucky finished another late night workout, the easiest way to numb his feelings, anxiously fidgeting with empty space of where his wedding ring used to sit. He stepped out of the elevator, freezing when saw you. He swallowed thickly, his heart dropping to his stomach; you were hardly able to stand, holding onto the wall as you made your way to your room. You had bags under your eyes from never sleeping. Your lips were chapped, hair in a loose pony tail, wearing just your (his) oversized t-shirt. You stumbled, trying to open the door, shrugging his hand off when he tried to keep you from falling.

“Don’t touch me” Your voice was nearly a growl, white hot anger surging through you when he didn’t let go of your arm. You yanked your shoulder away, stepping into the room, hoping to close the door on him, only to have Bucky follow you inside.

“Let me help you” Fresh tears stung his eyes watching you shrink away from him, fear and anger in your eyes when he reached for you again.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME” I need you to hold me. You voice echoed through the room, your chest heaving when he took another step towards you, he hated himself, he hated himself so fucking much for making you suffer alone when you needed him the most. He wrapped his arms around you, refusing to let you go while you cried and screamed trying to get out of his hold. You pushed against his chest, weakly hitting him, angry at the way he softly cradled your head, hating the way he rubbed your back, you couldn’t stand how his strong arms felt when he was hugging you, refusing to let you escape.

“L-LET ME GO” Don’t ever leave me again. Your words were broken between sobs, squeezing your eyes shut, you need this for so long, to feel his touch, to be held by him, but not like this.

“Let me go” Hold me tighter. You nails dug into your palms, refusing to melt into his embrace. Bucky felt his throat tighten, he couldn’t understand how he’d left you, how he blindly blamed you, he failed you after promising he’d never hurt you.

“You-you don’t have the fucking right-” No one else can take the pain away. You tried to pull away again, only to have Bucky shake his head, sniffling and holding you tighter.

“You don’t get to fucking touch me after you left me” His lip trembled, tears spilling down his cheeks. The sounds of his sniffles broke you from your rage; you looked up at him, meeting his tried eyes. His beard had grown, cheeks more hollow, eyes puffy and nose red from crying each night.

“Y/n I- I’m so sorry angel-

“NO, you fucking left me, do you have any idea how much pain I was in?!” I needed you so badly. Your body was fighting to escape but your heart needed him to hold you tighter and cradle the broken pieces left inside you. Bucky felt like he’d been stabbed in the chest, his heart racing when he realized the weight of his actions.

“Baby no-

“THEN WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK?!” I just wanted you to hold me while I held you.

“You think I hurt our baby?” You voice as a pained whisper as Bucky sobbed, holding onto you tighter, dropping to his knees, his face buried in your tummy, shaking his head.

“No no no, you didn’t, I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry” His voice as muffled, his arms wrapped tightly around your hips as he cried clinging onto you. “I’m sorry y/n, I’m sorry sweet heart, I’m sorry I hurt you baby”

“I just-” Your legs felt weak, falling into Bucky’s lap; he carefully held you to his chest, laying down with you on the bed, cuddling you close to him “I carried him, I lost him, you’re right it’s my faul-

“NO” He slapped his hand over mouth; he’d never forgive himself for this.

“Please, no. I didn’t mean a fucking thing I said, you didn’t do anything my angel, you didn’t do anything. Please don’t ever say that, I- I was just so upset baby, I took it out on you when you needed me, I’m so sorry angel” Bucky wept, clutching into you, you were his life line.

“You left me when I needed you” You whimpered, the ice in your heart melting, “I needed you and you left”

“I’m so sorry baby, I love you y/n, I love you so much angel, I’m never leaving you again, never, I’m here baby” He kissed every inch of your face, his hand gently wrapping around your tummy, rubbing soft circles on your skin, soothing you.

“I want our baby” You whispered, curling up in a ball on Bucky’s lap as he cradled you to his chest, his tears dampening your hair. “Me too, sweetheart, me too”

*****

You felt panic rise in your chest, flashes of the last time you felt this type of pain plaguing your mind.

“Bucky what if…” You screamed as another contraction tore through you, unable to get the words out, you didn’t want to even think about such a thing ever happening again, you wouldn’t get through it. Still, it ate at the back of your mind, draining the little energy you had left.

“What if….w-will you leave?”

Bucky shook his head frantically, gripping onto your hand as you cried in pain, his metal hand resting on your forehead to cool your heated skin. It wouldn’t happen again, but even if it did, he’d be there with you through everything.

“Never baby, never, I’ll never hurt you like that again, I promise, no matter what happens angel, I’m here”

Your body felt like it was being torn in half, squeezing Bucky’s hand, searing pressure radiating through your lower half.

“Come on mama, push, you can do it, almost there baby”

“I’m here doll, breathe y/n, keep pushing”

“One more sweetheart, you’re doing so good, my strong little mama, I love you, just a bit more”

You screamed. Cries filled the room. You could hardly see, tears clouding your vision, holding your healthy, crying, baby in your arms, his tiny hands grasping out, trying to find you.

“It’s a boy!”

You were met with smiling nurses, whisking your baby away to clean him up. You were met with your crying husband, kissing you endlessly, refusing to let you go. You were met with your team mates, waiting with gifts by the door.

It didn’t erase the little angel you’d lost

It didn’t erase the pain.

But the pieces were put back together.

When you both held your baby in your arms, you felt whole again.

Not perfect.

Whole.

- Bonus dedicated to @xcaptain-winterx

Your feet never touch the floor once during the entire second pregnancy because he carries you EVERYWHERE.

He still hasn’t forgive himself. Sometimes you find him softly sniffling in bed, he can’t answer when you ask him what’s wrong.

“I’m sorry” He clings onto you, whimpering, repeatedly telling you he’s sorry, he can’t believe he’d hurt his beautiful angel.

He definitely wants more babies.

The first time his son babbles out dada he’s nearly inconsolable.

He has a small pair of angel wings engraved onto the wrist of his metal arm. He still loves his little angel.

When you have triplets, he’s full on dad mode, a baby in each arm, one on his shoulders, your older song happily clinging to his leg while he warms up milk, letting you rest. He’s not sure what to do when your third pregnancy is twins but his heart is full (so are his arms)

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wonfilms · 1 year

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STRAY KIDS & HOW THEY COMFORT YOU ( hyung line edition )

genre : hurt/comfort, word count : 3.7k

warnings : tears, overworking, body insecurity

includes : bangchan, hyunjin, lee know, changbin

CHAN knows how it feels to never feel like you're enough. hell he's been there himself, multiple times. he knows how much it stings and how painful it is. he knows how fragile people are in that state. he's careful... as if he'd break you if he touched you too hard. he knows when to leave you alone, to let you regain yourself because he knows you can get through this. you're so strong.

he finds it amazing how you can pick yourself up after a fall, it's one of the many things he admires about you. you work so hard and he knows you do. he'll wait for you. as long as it takes for you to get that light in your eyes back, those eyes that he fell in love with all those years ago.

he'll sit with you through it all, fingers intertwined with yours, just to let you know he’s there. if you need him he'll ALWAYS be right there for you. waiting with his arms open and that sweet smile you, oh so loved, on his face. he promises.

HYUNJIN will always remind you that you’re beautiful but he knows that sometimes you don’t believe it, but he always will. he’ll say it every morning when you wake up and it’ll be the last thing he whispers before you sleep , if that’s what it takes to help you love yourself.

he knows you compare yourself to other people. he sees that small grin on your face morph into a soft frown when you see all the beautiful people popping up on your pinterest feed.

he’ll say it louder, and louder because he means it every single time. you’re so beautiful, he wakes up everyday next to you and wonders how he got lucky enough to end up with you. every time you smile at him it’ll like he’s falling in love with you all over again. so every time you think you’re not good enough, he wants you to know. there’s no-one prettier than you in his whole world. you’re the only one he’ll ever have eyes for.

CHANGBIN’s heart seems to break in two when he hears you cry. he starts to panic, what could’ve gone wrong? he knows you overwork yourself, you’ve always been like that. you expected nothing but the best from yourself.. but sometimes your idea of best is quite far-fetched, if he’s being honest.

you want to reach higher than the stars, but that’s quite simply not possible. not for you, not anybody. changbin’s love is loud. it’s loud, it’s big and it’s soft... just like him. he’ll come and wrap you up in his arms and hold you close, until your sniffles die down. he’s built to comfort, the warmth of his body and the soft skin of his cheek against your forehead is enough to lessen your sobs. he’ll stay with you till you’re okay again. until he coaxes that genuine smile out of you that he learnt to treasure so much.

MINHO can’t help but tear up at the sound of your sobs. he hates seeing you sad but seeing you cry makes his heart hurt in places he didn’t know he had. he inhales sharply trying to hold himself together. this is about you. he needs to be strong for you.

he’s not the best at words so he’s always preferred to show his love through actions instead, but all he can do at that moment is just hold you.

he holds you as close as he possibly could, pressing sweet kisses to your lapel as he whispers sweet nothings against your skin. he wishes he could just take away everything that’s hurting you, anything if it stopped the tears from streaming down your face.

he’d pat your back and rock you back and forth as you straddle his lap until your crying amounts to small hiccups and sniffles. in his opinion , sleep is the best remedy for sadness so he’ll lay down with you to have a short nap to clear your head, “i love you so much” he whispers, as you feel you eyes getting heavy. it’s hard to talk about you feelings but minho let’s you know that you can speak to him at any time. he’ll be here when you’re ready.

a/n- i need them rn, just a cozy little recycled fic for you guys

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shygirl4991 · 4 months

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Coffee Prince and The Frog Chapter 1 Dreams and Voodoo

A Collab with @lizaluvsthis and @alianarepasa Art used on this chapter by Alianarepasa

Last Chapter Next Chapter Summary: SMG3 is a busboy with a dream to run his own cafe, he slaves away at his friends restaurant in hopes to save enough to open his cafe. But when a talking frog named SMG4 asks for a kiss to break a curse placed on him, the two will end up going on a journey that will change their lives forever.

Tags: slow burn, inspired by Disney princess and the frog, love confessions, falling in love, animal transformation, adopted family relationship, fluff, angst, voodoo

SMG3 sneaks into the mansion drain from a long day of work, the fangirls didn't make his way home any easier with them waiting for the royals to come out. He slips into his room, locking the door and pulling out the floorboards where he had a safe hiding. He enters the password, opening it and tossing his tips in it. Standing up he stretches before fixing his messy ponytail, staring at his reflection he lets out a soft chuckle “Almost time Three,” he takes out his drawing of his dream cafe and places it next to a photo of him and his mother.

He lets out a sigh “Just you watch mom, i will find my path just like you wanted and i won't let nothing stop me.” he was exhausted, he knew working a job would be draining but with the place he works at he wasn't sure if the labor was draining him or the people that came in. He throws himself on the bed to drain to change his clothes, he slowly starts to drift to sleep. In his dream he saw a woman giggling as she hugged him “Hey there my lil Tadpole, ready for today's adventure?” he nods as the woman lets out a smirk and points at the door “Good! Remember no obstacle can stop you, if you have a goal in mind fight for it. Now let's go and save your brother from your father, the man just doesnt get poor Mario’s humor.”

Three wakes up letting out a groan, he looks at the time as he sits up “Another dream about mom…” it was morning already meaning he needed to get ready for another shift. He showers and gets dressed in a fresh pair of overalls, he then puts on his purple coat. He kisses Eggdog and leaves his hat behind after all he didn't want anything to happen to it when working, not to mention it would out him for being part of an important family given it has his logo on it. As he grew older he learned how to sew and using this knowledge he would fix and edit his hat with different logos till he found the one. It wouldn't be him without his iconic skull but in addition to the skull he decided to put the design his baby basket had, it was an up arrow. He wasn't sure what it meant to his biological parents,he just had something inside of him tell him it was important and fused the two together.

He hums as he sneaks out of the house with the pack lunch Luigi made him, it was a pain for Three to always sneak in and out of the house thanks to his father he had no other choice. The moment he hit twenty his father became obsessed with keeping Three more at the mansion, of course his father knew he could try his hardest but it wont stop him from finding a way out of the house. Now if his father found out he was working a normal job, he was pretty sure the man would drop dead and Mario would be in charge of the family. He sighs “Having that fatass brother of mine run the house would be the end for sure,” he mumbles to himself as he heads off to work.

He hums, taking out his journal and writing down his notes. He was lost in writing his thoughts; he didn't notice he was catching the attention of men and women around him. A girl slowly approaches him only to be pushed away by a tall male with a flower, before he can make his move Three slams his journal shut and speed walks to his workplace.

He speeds past a table catching the attention of the owner of the small stand, the man with a TV for a head turns staring at Three walking away. The screen flickers showing a huge smile “Red eyes…how familiar,” before the man could think more, his eyes catch Bootleg in his car driving by. The screen on the man's head flickers showing an angered face “HIM,” the whispers from the nearby televisions remind him all too well of what he has to do.

As Bootleg keeps driving he passes by a crowd of people screaming in excitement as Prince SMG4 gets off the boat. He removes his royal outfit to show off his casual wear, fixing his vest he walks past his fans giving out autographs. Depresso follows, struggling to carry the luggage that Four brought with him, he trips and falls causing Four to giggle as he helps him up. Depresso glares at the group of women trying to impress the young prince, if only they knew the truth about the prince after all his one true love is memes. The clown butler swears the only thing in the prince's mind is memes, he watches as the Prince winks at the women and shows them his videos on his phone.

“Need i remind you that you're here to find a wife not to share your videos,” he said flatly at the man. SMG4 pouts giving his best puppy eyes at Depresso “Come on you know i don't care about marriage, i want to be free and make memes can't i share some for now?”

“No,” with that the clown picks up the luggage and starts walking. Four sighs walking alongside him occasionally waving and giving a charming smile at the women around them. He leans closer to Depresso “Come on Depresso, i know what my parents said in their will and testament but do i have to get married. All i need is my laptop and memes, adding another person just complicates things.”

Four frowns at the fact Depresso kept walking ignoring his complaints, they pass by a restaurant where his eyes get glued to a man standing outside of it. He freezes staring at the waiter. Three turns and his eyes meet with four, the prince walks up to him “Want to see my memes?” Three rolled his eyes and walked into his workplace making Four chuckle “What a strange person.”

“Four get a move on!” Depresso was getting sick of how the prince has been acting since he arrived.

As Four runs up to Depresso he misses someone watching them from around the corner, the TV man chuckles as he watches Four and Depresso walk away from the restaurant. He was thankful he followed the pair, that moment Mario and Luigi arrived at the restaurant in their overalls trying to hide their status. Seeing the hats on their heads was enough for the Man to know who those twins were supposed to be, an idea grew as he slipped away chasing the prince and his butler.

SMG3 was pouring coffee then serving a meal to different tables, Meggy smiles at Three “You're always working so hard, you should join us for a paintball fight come on it's been forever!” Three sighs as he picks up dirty plates from an empty table “Meggy you know I can't do that, I need to save for my cafe and it's hard enough working here thanks to my father being a pain in the ass.” She frowns after finishing her pancakes “A little bit of fun didn't hurt anyone Three!”

He ignores her as he walks to the back, Mario and Luigi walk in excited to see their brother. Mario dashes to the counter “GREG GET THREE!!”

Three freezes and turns hearing his brother screaming, he turns to Greg as the man giggles and points to the door. With a nod he leaves his tray and walks out to his brothers, he never did understand how his co worker Greg earned the title of most talkative he never heard the man speak once. He walks up to his brothers and gets pulled into a hug by Luigi “AHH Bro guess what's happening?” he blushes trying to wiggle out of the hug as he thinks over what could have his brother in such a mood. Mario chuckles seeing the interaction “Mario gave the crown to Luigi!” Three pauses and stands up straight in the hug looking at Luigi “Wait…Lui you're going to be the next Leader of the kingdom?!”

He nods excitedly, hearing the news SMG3 smiles brightly hugging his brother back “Holy shit that's amazing!”

Greg slides a box on the counter catching Marios attention, he opens it to see several plates of spaghetti. He takes out one of the plates and excitedly eats it. “Mario doesn't care about romance, never got those feelings.” The brothers pulled away from the hug then gave Mario a pat on his back supporting his choice. Luigi then started to get nervous, catching Three’s attention, he gave him a look making his brother say “Dad is going to host a grand ball…to announce me as next head of family, he even invited the Prince SMG4!”

Three didn't like where the talk was going, he took a step back waiting for the ball to fall. “Dad says you have to be a part of it and I want you with us bro its a big moment for me please?” He takes his hand and gives him puppy eyes. He could feel his power to fight leave him the longer he stared, with a sigh he nodded “Fiiiine, I will wear the stupid royal shit and be there. BUT! I'm not going to talk to that loser SMG4, you can have him.” Luigi smiles brightly “Whahoooo!”

“I also ask you to do something for me, if i have to deal with the royals you have to deal with the poor side of town. I just got the last tip I needed to place bets on my future cafe. You two are coming. I need the backup in case someone tries to start shit again!” Last time he attempted to bet on a location he was robbed of his money and was laughed at, he then ended up getting in a fight and got taken to jail to be held for twenty four hours. How awkward was it for Bootleg to walk to a police station and demand his son to be let out all because he got in a fight for a location, the plus side to that whole fight they didn't lay a hand on him best victory he had in years. With the group in agreement they said their goodbye to Bob and Greg as they head out to battle for the cafe location.

SMG3 bounces around excitedly. “This is happening, I can't wait to slam this money down and take home the prize,” he lets out a chuckle that Mario swears could be mistaken for a villain cackle. SMG3 charges at the door with his brothers running after him “Surprise bitch!” he slams the cash on the counter smirking at Chris. He picks up the cash only for it to be taken by his co-worker Swag who counts the money with hearts in his eyes, with a sigh Chris grabs papers from his desk “Well you made it in time, i will get the paperwork rea-” he gets stopped by his partner. Swag stares at them “CHRIS WAIT HOW DO WE KNOW THAT THIS BUILDING WON'T BE ANYTHING SUSPICIOUS?”

Three scoffs “Are you serious right now?” Luigi, seeing the man getting agitated, grabs his arm to make sure he wouldn't go flying for a fight. Chris nods, thinking over what his partner said. Normally his partner would say something idiotic that made him question their friendship for once Swag had a point “To be safe SMG3 we will look into your background.”

Three’s face goes pale “Ah wait! Can i just sign it and you keep an eye on me for a week see i'm just your normal guy?” Chris sighs, shaking his head making SMG3 heart sink, Mario seeing his brother upset walks up to the pair “Hey stinky’s my bro here worked his ass off to get this cafe, getting up everyday to work at a rat infested restaurant give him a break!”

“We have rules for a reason!” Chris was starting to be done with the crew, Swag hearing the story felt touched “LET THEM HAVE IT, I REMEMBER A TIME I WORKED AT A RAT INFESTED RESTAURANT.” his partner blinked “Are you serious?” Being done with the whole talk Chris lets out a long sigh “I will make sure everything is together and we will sign it later.”

SMG3 smiles as he watches the pair leave, he smacks Marios arm being overwhelmed with joy. This is it the cafe will be his and his mother will be proud of the hard work he did, they walk inside the building to see what work would need to be done. He looks around noting where he would place his bombs at, where he would put Eggdog plushies because who wouldn't want cute animal plushies. Mario sits at one of the abandoned tables and starts to smack it “Spaghetti!”

Three sighs walking up to Mario “We won't be making spaghetti Mario it's a cafe not a restaurant.” Before the pair could get into a pasta related fight Luigi squeaks out “Maybe now you can find romance!” SMG3 crosses his arms “Bro i dont have time for romance, i know mom said finding your other half is amazing but im busy for it!” He pulls out the dusty curtains making him cough “That's just gonna have to wait a while.”

Luigi Frowns “How long are we waiting?”

He shrugs “I don't have time for messing around, it's just not my style,” he takes out his drawing smiling as Luigi walks up to him worried “I just want to see you happy.” He sighs stepping away from Luigi as he starts picking up trash “Lui you know this kingdom likes to keep people down making them take the easy way but that's not me cause i know where i'm going and it's to the top baby! After all, I'm getting closer everyday, and I'm almost there.” He gently touches the drawing in his hand, he was determined to see this though he spent years working for this and nothing will get in his way. Luigi looks down worried that his brother was going to work himself to death.

SMG4 was dancing around getting himself ready for the party he had to go to, he wondered if the party was some sort of trap to get him to meet his future wife. He hums to himself trying to relax and not let the fear get to him, coming up with a fun idea he grabs Depresso surprising the clown. SMG4 giggles as he spins Depresso they both end up losing balance falling in a dark alleyway, the prince then hears footsteps causing him to look up. There a man in a fancy suit with a TV for a head stood there, the channels changed until a face appeared with a huge smile. “Gentlemen, do I have a deal for you!” He then politely offers a hand to help the prince up. Once up the man takes out a card and hands it to the prince “I go by many names TV man, Puzzlevision heck even Wiston! So please call me what you wish.”

SMG4 eyes light up looking at the card with fascination “It says here you can make dreams come true!” as Four keeps reading the card the TV man wraps an arm around his shoulder to guide the prince and Depresso who was following to the TV lair.

Once they made it to his lair the TV man bowed. “I'm a man who loves to make sure all dreams come true and I feel I'm in the presence of royalty. What kind of man would I be if I didn't help your dreams come true!”

The TV man opens the door for them. Depresso rolls his eyes “This place looks cheap,” the TV man screen flickers showing an annoyed expression “Don’t you disrespect me, little man!” The screen flickers again, showing the man smiling as he gets close to Depresso “You’re in my world now, not your world and I got friends on the other side.”

They walk in the building to hear whispers in the shadows, SMG4 starts to shake, feeling nervous from the atmosphere of the room. Noticing this the TV man wraps his arms around the young prince “That’s an echo, gentlemen just a little something we have here in the Fiore di Fuoco kingdom, a little parlor trick don't worry!” Four nods doing his best to relax from the strange voices they heard walking in. Depresso just sighs as he takes the Prince's hand following the TV Man to the center of the room. “Sit down at my table and put your minds at ease, If you relax it will enable me to help you reach your dreams!” the screen flickers again showing a series of tarot cards.

SMG4 eyes go wide in amazement seeing the cards before the man went back to the smiling face, he claps turning the light on in the room capturing both of the men's attention “I can read your future,” he chuckles “i could change it round some to, I’ll look deep into your heart and soul!” Staring at the young prince he could see how gullible the man is, living the life of royalty made him sheltered the perfect soul for his friends. He turns to look at Depresso surprised to see his soul was more tightly locked, those were the fun ones to break “You do have a soul don't you Depresso?” The clown butler was surprised by the question and looked nervously side to side.

He takes out tarot cards “Take three boys, lets see what your past, present and future look like!”

SMG4 took three cards and placed them on the table, the picture on the card started to move, surprising the Prince “A sad story for you I see, your parents died in a car accident leaving you all alone. Now you have to get married to rule the kingdom they left behind but good news for you I see green freedom in your future!” he turns to Depresso handing him the cards. Nervous, he picks three cards and places them down. The TV man chuckles as the cards flicker changing the story, Depresso looks up surprised. “Wow you had such a normal life to then get a child thrown at you, don't worry about your future i see you finally reaching your goal!” Depresso’s eyes went wide, nodding at the words he was saying.

The TV man walks up to them and smiles “I can make your dream of freedom, and your dream of reaching your goal real. All you have to do is shake my hand!” the face on the screen smiles as both men take his hand and shake it. He starts to laugh as rope appears tying SMG4 “What?! What's going on?!” The TV man laughs as he opens the curtains showing a black red box, he opens it to take out a necklace “Transformation Central!” He steps away from the box as he gets close to Four who is trying to break free. The TV man grabs Four’s hand and pricks it, the necklace gets filled with his blood.

SMG4's eyes go wide as a green fog covers his body, suddenly the room starts to get bigger as the TV man and Depresso start laughing together. He landed on the floor looking around and noticing something off, his hands were blue and webbed. He screams seeing his body was blue he runs to a cup on the floor to see his reflection “I'm A FROG?!” TV Man walks up to the Prince picking him up and tossing him in a jar. Depresso smirks at him “I have waited years to get rid of you, now the best part is I can be you.” he puts the necklace on, a green fog starts to cover the man. Once it clears SMG4 was staring at himself, depresso laughs as he leaves the room with the TV man leaving him alone in an unknown place stuck in a jar.

#smg4 #shygirl4991 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #lizaluv #smg43 #alianarepasa #coffee prince and the frog #inspired by princess and the frog

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fleetingofthegretas · 10 months

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Slow or fast? Danny Wagner x reader

Preview: Your boyfriend Danny Wagner, the drummer of Greta Van Fleet invites you to the bar with his bandmates but you decline, having to get things done around the house. Your boyfriend returns home drunk as ever & comes home with one thing in mind, one thing that he wants. You. How can you say no to your greek god of a boyfriend? Not to mention what you know will happen when you wake up, some fluff & sweetness with a side of hangover to fill your morning.

MENTIONS OF/ TW: !Drunks3x, fluff, Oral M receiving, teasing

November. Its a calm chilly day in the city of Nashville, Tennessee where you reside with your boyfriend Daniel. You're home alone, despite the company of your old grumpy cat, Greta. Danny gave you Greta as a valentines day gift when you hit 2 years of dating. Seems like it was just yesterday when she became a new edition to your small little family you were slowly building.

A smile creeps upon your lips as you recall the memory of when he brought your sweet kitty home. You were stuck in Traffic so you had shown up after Danny was already home. You walked into your house to see Danny sitting on the couch with a huge smile on his face.

"Hey honey sorry I'm late I totally got caught behind an accident. Just looked like a fender bender so I don't think anyone was hurt. What's up with that smirk on your face? What did you do?"

He erupts with laughter at your remark. "I didn't do anything sweet girl. I did get you a gift though".

He scoops you up in his arms and lays you on your shared bed.

"Oh? Is this the gift?" You ask as you start to undo his belt, looking up at him with big eyes.

Something furry rubs against your back scaring you halfway to death. You immediately drop your hands from his belt to see what the heck is with you in bed, only to see its the elder cat you've been keeping an eye on at the nearby shelter for the past few months.

"Daniel oh my god! When did you get her??"

"Last night before I came home. I had forgotten what you said her name was but I did remember that she was gray and orange. They only had 2 gray & orange cats but the other one was a kitten, so I decided to get the older one instead. Funnily enough her shelter name was Greta, so I felt like it was meant to be."

"Where was she this whole time? & how did you know I wanted the older one instead of the kitten?"

"Well I asked if any of the boys could watch her just while I waited to finally surprise you. Sam of course replied with he hates cats, and Josh just never answered his phone. Jake ended up offering to take her in for the night. I think he secretly loves cats and doesn't want to admit it. As for getting the older cat instead of a kitten, that's because kittens will get adopted faster than the elders, and I had seen that Greta was at the shelter for so long, I figured you and I could give her a new life".

"Oh Daniel you are too kind for this world. I think I want to keep her name as Greta, it seems to fit her and you're right. It is meant to be".

Gray and orange fur rubs against your foot, waking you up from your daydream. You glance at the clock which loudly reads 3pm. 2 more hours till Danny gets home. Luckily you have a lot to do today which keeps your mind occupied. The entire day you've been out and about. At 10 you had brunch with your friends, just catching up and drinking mimosas together. By 12 you were shopping on your own getting things for the house. You had an odd list of things you and Danny needed.

Avocados, Planter pots, Organizing containers, guitar picks, toothpaste, and laundry detergent

You smirk a bit at 'guitar picks' in Danny's messy handwriting, probably written this morning when he was rushing out the door to meet at the studio with the boys.

Danny's guitar picks have been going m.i.a. recently as Greta has found a new love for smacking them off the coffee table and scattering them around the house.

You are so focused on repotting plants & putting your shared record collection into new organizers that you don't even hear the door open. Before you know it, you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist and pick you up off the floor, making you scream.

"Hi babygirl I've missed you, crazy day in the studio" He sets you down to give you a quick kiss.

"I've missed you too! Could've used your help reaching the box of screws in the garage today, I hate using the stool. I'd rather just have a big tall man like you to get it for me" You give your biggest pout you can and look up at him with your big eyes causing him to blush

"Oh I'm so sorry I wasn't there to assist you, my princess."

"I love it when you call me that. What are you up to tonight? Hanging out with the boys or what?"

"Yes, actually. We made plans to try out a bar we've never been to before. I'm super stoked. You can come with if you want"

"That sounds like so much fun but I have to finish getting stuff done around the house tonight. I'm in cleaning mode so I can't stop now. I hope you and the boys have lots of fun though! Send me a text when you're on your way home but I might be asleep depending on how late you'll be."

"Sounds good baby. I love how well you take care of the house. I'm not sure when I'll be home. Maybe 11? 1? I'm not sure. If you get lonely, there's a bottle of Moscato in the fridge & a fluffy friend to cuddle with. Love you my sweet girl."

He gives you a kiss, holding either side of your face with one of his hands.

Before you know it, he's gone again. You don't mind it though, because you have to deal with him being gone for tours and such. God you loved watching him play, and got excited every time the band would come close to home so you could see it in person. Not to mention the after show sex. Danny would always wait for you backstage super sweaty, pumping with adrenaline. You loved when you got to see that side of him. He was always super confident and aggressive, which you don't get to see too often with your mellow & kind-hearted boyfriend.

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You just changed into pajamas, the red satin set Danny got you for your birthday this past year. You sit by the fireplace, incense freshly burnt, book out, cat on your lap, with a cold glass of wine in hand. You think about your rockstar boyfriend and how truly amazing your life is.

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Glass breaking. You jolt upwards, finding you have fallen asleep on the couch, right where you were before.

What the hell was that?

"Hello? Danny?" you yell out into the darkness

no response. You walk further in the dark, met with a light from the kitchen. Danny is stood over the sink trying to clean up a broken glass he had toppled over.

"What the hell Danny? What time is it?"

"Please don't be mad baby. It's 3 am"

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? I heard the glass break."

You walk over to him and start turning his hands over. Front and back. Left. Front and back. Right. You look up at his face with concern. Not a single cut. You look back up at him and meet his eyes. He has been watching you the entire time. Examining him with deep worry just for nothing to be wrong.

"I'm fine, my princess. I just had stumbled a bit and the cup fell over. Not even a scratch on me, I promise."

You stand on your tip toes to wrap your arms around his neck, the type of hug you always give him after he causes you to lose your shit. This time being that you thought there was an intruder in your house. You sigh heavily into the nape of his neck and then release. You give him a small smile and walk to your bedroom, his drunk ass following lazily, and a little zig-zagged. You wonder how much he's had to drink if he's having this much of a hard time. After all he drinks with the Kiszka's all the time so he has built up his tolerance.

You yelp after feeling your boyfriends hand slap your ass and give him a glare. Danny is simply grinning ear to ear, eyes squinted. You finally approach your bed. All of a sudden you're in the air, then you're not.

You look up, out of breath, to see Danny standing above you with a look in his eye. "Have you been good for Daddy while I've been gone?"

What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCKKKKK????

You stare at him with your mouth open, completely in shock of what he just said to you. You can't help but admit to yourself that this turns you on and you're already becoming a waterpark in your panties. You gather yourself enough to respond after realizing he's waiting for you to answer.

"Yes sir"

"Good girl. Go into the bathroom. I'll be here. When you come out I don't want you wearing anything but those pink panties of yours."

"Yes Danny"

He gets off of you so you can stand up. You look at him and can tell he knows you like this. Which you do, its pretty obvious based on how you're holding up. You do as you're told and walk straight into the bathroom without looking back. You take off your top first. You then take off your silk shorts and take a glance at yourself in the gold mirror in the corner of the bathroom. You feel a rush of nervousness run over your body. To see Danny look at you in this sense. It is your first time having him be so dominant. Sure you've done stuff close to this in the past- but never this level. But god its hot. You take a deep breath as you fix your hair and open the door. You gasp at the sight before you. Danny is sitting on the corner of the bed closest to you, laid back with his elbows propping him up, completely undressed with his hardness laid out before you.

You don't realize what you're doing until he points it out.

"Close your mouth Darling. Come close, I don't bite- unless you want me to of course. Come take your seat."

You understand exactly what you're supposed to do in that moment. You make 3 swift movements, now almost straddling him save for a few inches. You hover your center above his length, until he locks eyes with you. You make direct eye contact as you slowly sit down and grind against him. He lets out a breathy sigh

"Fuck baby. But that's not what I planned."

He rolls you flat onto your back so now you've switched spots. He hovers his hand over the spot you want him to touch you at but never makes contact.

"Do you want me to touch you baby? Say it"

"I do"

"Beg"

He crosses his arms and looks upwards, waiting for you.

"Jesus fuck danny please just touch me"

"Yes my princess"

He starts rubbing you in circles, making you release stiff breaths from beneath him. He suddenly moves your underwear to the side, slipping two fingers deep within you. You start panting from the feeling building inside you. He's going so fast you feel like you will erupt. He pulls his fingers out and completely stops.

"Danny what the hell?!?" You start getting frustrated with him. You jump at him trying to get him to come back down on you. He instead pushes you off gently without saying a word. He grabs the hairtie off your wrist and puts your hair up for you. You know you now have to pay the favor back to him. He tilts your head back to face him to show you his dark eyes, suddenly darker. He doesn't even have to say anything. You move to the edge of the bed and take him in your mouth. Deep. You swirl your tounge around his tip and use your hands, twisting them as you pump him off. He knows how much you enjoy doing this for him. You continue pumping him while sticking your tounge out. You look up at him but all you're met with is his adam's apple. He has his head thrown back, feeling into every movement you give to him. This only makes you go faster, as more motivation of what its doing to him. Your rockstar boyfriend. He starts to twitch from within your mouth.

You stop. Just like he did from you, teasing, taking the release that he needed. He looks at you angrily and frustrated. "Y/N, now you're gonna get it." Your face displays a wicked smile because you know exactly what you're doing and you disobeyed him. He pushes you backwards and immediately is in you. Kissing you. hands propped on either side of your head. His balls are slapping against you every second. You've never had a fast fuck, let alone a frustrated one. Your eyes roll back into your head due to the intense feeling he is giving you.

"Fuck you feel so good baby. You're so wet"

"Danny- f-f-uck" You mutter as he puts his one hand on your throat and slams into you even harder. He keeps going, but eventually slows down. You have no idea where this comes from, but you somehow flip him and are now riding him. Making out, both giving each other the same look, the same look of need. You need him and he needs you. You start to feel yourself giving in so you slow down. He feels this too- He grabs you to hold you in place and starts thrusting in to you from below. You cry out to him "Fuck!" and a tear falls down your face from all the emotions of ecstasy you're feeling all at once. Danny finishes inside you simultaneously.

You ride him slowly, giving him soft kisses before dismounting him and falling into bed beside him.

He goes to the bathroom to return in boxers & holding a washcloth. He cleans you up and puts a new pair of underwear on you, while planting a kiss to your forehead. You slowly fall asleep knowing you're in his comfort.

"Goodnight, my princess" You hear him say softly as you go in and out of sleep.

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Light. There's light in your eyes as you squint and stretch yourself awake. 10 am, the clock reads. You roll over to see dark curls, the curls that you adore so much. You smile widely at the thought of last night. You look around your room only to see Greta sitting on the floor, glaring at you. Poor kitty normally sleeps in your bed. You giggle to yourself at the thought of Greta being "punished" because her parents were busy making love.

You turn to give danny a kiss on the cheek as a good morning attempt. You brush your hand over him, to find out that he had discarded his boxers sometime in the nighttime and had morning wood.

"Why goodmorning my sweet boy" You say while running your left hand over his happy trail, right arm propping your head up. He stretches out, putting his arms out to pull you in closer to him.

"Good morning baby girl. I hope I wasn't too much for you last night. I had a lot to drink at the bar."

"Oh baby you're never too much for me, and you won't ever be, even if you make me call you daddy"

"I did what"

You both start laughing together, which ends in a tired make out session interrupted by yawning and something poking you in the leg, which turns your face red.

"Danny?"

"Yes baby?"

"You can do anything you want to me and I will still love you. I don't think I will ever stop adoring you"

He replies with a big smile, as you then kiss that big smile of his, and line him up with you. He smirks at the touch and goes in. You both release a breath, facing each other in bed. Slow, soft, and lovingly. This type won't ever beat anything, not even post concert sex. It is the most loving thing to experience and you know Danny feels the same way.

So there you are, looking at each other completely glazed over with love while he's inside of you, making love lazily to you.

The end!! <3

NOTE from the author: None of these pics are my own and I do not claim them. All found from Pinterest. This is my first fic/ smut I've ever wrote so I hope at least one person out there likes it.

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ilovefictionalmen-123 · 9 months

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My sweetest, I am here for your imagination and creative workings,

Alejandro x chubby f!reader.

dbf! edition both sfw + nsfw.

He's not much older than you. perhaps a decade so younger than your dad,he hadn't known you growijg up or any of that but I know he'd be so morally conflicted given you're a friend's kid despite the insane attraction reader and him would have.

I just know he'd fight the whole thing till he couldn't.

Now bless me with your magic

- 💋

hopefully you'll be feeling blessed after reading, hope i do our boy Ale justice <3 written with a fem reader in mind

DBF!ALEJANDRO X READER

God knows where your father and him met, you did not pry, just assumed it was from work. You met him occasionally, when he had some business with your father or when he came over for just a beer. It seems like they were good friends.

You were, of course, polite, always giving him a small smile and a nod, acknowledging his presence in your house.

You'd be lying if you said you did not feel his eyes following your every move.

They would linger on your hips or chest for a few seconds too long to consider it just looking.

He'd never dare to make a move, of course. Dear lord, you were his friends daughter after all. And thus, his moral conflict began.

Every goddamn time he saw you, there was something inside his chest that just hurt. He'd try to explain it to himself, try to fight, say it's only because you are very beautiful, not because he is actually attracted to you.

It was months of torture, Alejandro even considered cutting your father off, just so that he would be away from you. But something kept him coming back.

You were attracted to him too, but just as it did to him, it felt wrong to you as well.

It was obvious you two had a thing for each other, yet neither ever dared to act upon their desires.

Until that one fateful night.

Your father, Alejandro, and a few other men were sitting in the living room, lively conversation and loud laughter filled the usually quiet house.

Every single one of them had a few beers, you did not mean to interrupt, you just went to ask if they needed anything before you retreated to your bedroom for the night. Your father gave you a small smile, thanking you but saying they are all good.

With that, you walked towards your room, until a strong, calloused hand wrapped itself around your forearm, forcing you to turn around.

"Where do you think you're going, bomboncita?" his breath reeked of beers, and you did not need to look to know who it was.

He pinned you against the wall, no longer being able to resist, lips inches away from yours, waiting for a sign of approval.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

To put it lightly, your body was worshipped that night. Your father and his buddies were too drunk to notice one man missing, and Alejandro took advantage of that. Thin, chapped lips attacked your neck, pinning your wrists above your head.

Scared of someone seeing you, you squirmed until he let go and dragged him towards your bedroom.

The night was filled with praise and thousands of kisses.

Ale is a passionate lover, putting your pleasure first, but not forgetting about himself.

Holds your hips while you ride him, bruising the soft skin as he breathes heavily and nibbles at your chest.

His tongue traces circles around your nipples, giving them a gentle bite and tug from time to time, taking his time in worshipping every single part of you.

Almost feral for you, the sight of your body driving him crazy. Would not be able to take his eyes off your ass while he fucks you from behind.

"That's it, Princesa..."

He's not done until you both collapse from exhaustion, but cut him some slack, he's an old man.

The type to pet your head and brush his fingers through your hair gently while you suck his dick, and you cannot argue with me, I will stand by it.

Slips out of your room in the early morning, before you wake up.

From that point, your relationship changed.

#alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #call of duty x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #my writing

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justimagineok · 1 year

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2:30 series - drops of love 12 💌🍼

A/N: hey again :) nice to see you here

n💕 there's gonna be more parts for the pregnancy Edition, so stay tuned 😉

"Good morning, babe.", Jungkook kissed your cheek softly waking you up from your snore. You grumbled a good morning back, and he hummed in satisfaction as he leaned in and gave you a kiss in the belly. "Good morning, baby.", he whispered kissing your belly again.

"Good morning, Kook.", you grumbled again, still not opening your eyes. You heard your husband chuckling as he gave your belly yet another kiss. "I'm sorry, but I wasn't talking to you, babe."

He kissed your belly one more time and this time you opened your eyes to see the wide smile spread in his face. "I was talking to this baby.", he placed his warm hands on your belly, winking at you.

"w-what?", you started to blink fast, and Jungkook cracked up laughing.

"I know you're pregnant, babe. I was waiting till you're ready to talk about it.", he shrugged helping you sit down. "although I almost woke you up 5 times so we could talk."

"y-you're not mad at me?", you asked as your eyes filled with tears. Jungkook giggled, shaking his head.

"Why would I be? I couldn't be more happy, YN." , you studied Jungkook's features and you wondered how in the heavens you could ever think he'd be mad at you. In fact, you noticed as his bunny smile turned into a small pout as his eyes filled with years.

"I couldn't sleep a wink last night...", he confessed as he reached for your hand. "In fact I almost woke you up, but I figured it wouldn't be a good idea since you need to sleep a lot more now.", his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the ring on your finger. "I always imagined how would it be when I discovered I was going to be a dad, but finding out how I did was the best way ever..", he looked at you.

"How did you know, Kook?"

He smiled again, kissing your hand. "You literally glowed up, babe.", you twisted your head, confused.

"I keep telling you I know you like the back of my hand, babe.", he bragged, making you smile.

"C'mon, tell me, Kook."

Jungkook sighted, ready to confess. "I wanna be a gentleman and say that i just felted in my heart, but the truth is that i started to get suspicious when i noticed that your boobs were getting bigger.", he smirked, offering you a wink. "you also stopped eating my skittles and told me they smell like cleaning product when you and I both know that skittles are the most delicious thing on the galaxy. ", he kept rambling, " also, you threw up like 3 times last week and you never do that unless you're sick and you rejected wine on our date night and we also know that never happens either, so that was when i was sure," he let go of your hand, bowing to sign he was done with his speech.

Jeon Jungkook was an allegory. You always knew.

"Kook", you reached for him and Jungkook immediately pulled you in for a tight hug. "I'm so happy.", you stated as your busted in tears.

"Then why are you crying, babe?", he asked, amused.

"Because I'm so scared, Kook.", you nested your head in his shoulder, sobbing. "What if I'm not a good mother? What if I'm like my mother? What if I'm not like your mother? What if I failed with our baby? Wha-",

"YN.", Jungkook called your name as he made space so he could look at you. "listen to me very carefully right now. ", he waited until you nodded. "You don't have to be like any of them. You just have to be you and I have no doubt in my soul you're gonna be the best mom in the whole universe.", his eyes filled with tears again as he kept speaking. "You're the most stunning, amazing, breath-taking, mesmerizing, courageous, adorable, hot and captivating woman on this earth.", he took a deep breath ready to continue his speech, but you interrupted, pulling him for a kiss.

“you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, YN. And you gave me the best present i could dream of ”, he whispered as he kissed you again. "I'm gonna be the best dad to our baby and I'm gonna be a better husband too."

"You're the best husband I could ever dream of, Jeon.", you bragged as he hugged you.

"I'm a bit scared too.", he confessed in a low tone. "but we're in this together so I'm sure everything will be okay. I love you and our baby so much..", he squeezed you in his arms, making you squeak.

"And we love you, Kook. We love you so much."

art couple by Gyung Studio

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eagerbby · 2 years

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killing loneliness | em

pairing| Eddie Munson x female reader

synopsis| You’ve wanted him for so long. Dreamed of him, yearned for him, but could never have him. But now, he’s yours.

an| part 2 in my Heaven in Hiding series, we’re getting filthy in here baby. 18+ only part 1 here

this was quickly edited at midnight so i apologize for any editing errors

warnings| oral (f receiving), overstimulation, slight choking, protected sex, eddie munson the pussy eating king, not edited sorry folks

Eddie Munson has always been an impatient man. Even as a child waiting for his father to visit, Eddie would sit by the open window of Wayne’s trailer ripping the wings off dead flies, every loud motor had him throwing his head out the screen less window in hope it was his fathers beat up Chevy. He’d eye the ticking hands of the old wall clock, hound Wayne with ”What time did he say, again?” and “What time is it now?”.

He’d sit in that window from the time he woke up till the sun was setting, the candescent moon peeking out from the apricot sky. He’d pick his nail beds, cuticles bloody and torn, socked toes tapping anxiously against the wooden panel walls. His father would call later, something about the truck wouldn’t start or he got held up with some business, and young Eddie Munson would slump onto the couch next to his uncle and wallow.

Eddie Munson has always been impatient, so it should come as no surprise that he counted every waking minute since you walked out his trailer door. Thirteen days. He could tell you the exact amount of hours, minutes, seconds, since he saw you last. He can’t help himself, really. It’s what he did between his fathers visits, his way of coping with the inability to make things happen when he wants them to.

When he closes his eyes his brain conjures up the image of you, smiling at him from the passenger's seat of his van, the twinkle in your eyes when he gained the confidence to step closer to you, you with your mouth around his cock sucking the soul from his body. He considers himself a goner, thinks it’s kinda pathetic that you flipped his world inside out in only a couple hours. A couple hours with you changed the whole trajectory of his life.

The day after you elbowed your way into his life Eddie gathered what little courage he had and walked the short distance to your trailer. He knocked. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer. You weren’t home. He knew you worked -and had class at the community college- though he didn’t know where, so he took up camp in his front yard with his campaign notebook and his favorite book and waited. Waited the whole day, into the dark starry night, but you never came home.

Which leads him to now, thirteen days after, and every waking minute he suffers through the memories of your hands exploring his scars. He thinks he’s never felt like this before, though he’s not quite sure of what it is he’s feeling. Love? Lust? Longing? Possibly all three. He thought, a brief fleeting thought, to ask Wayne what love feels like. His uncle is wise, something Eddie has always admired of the aging man, but he’s always been alone. Eddie’s entire life, he can never remember Uncle Wayne with anyone. Wonders if Wayne even knows how love feels. He squashed the thought like the butt of a cigarette under the toes of his sneaker and continued to wait.

Sleep was becoming hard, tossing and turning in the late hours of the night, sitting drowsy and half brain dead on the couch early in the mornings when Wayne was just getting home from the plant. On a quiet Thursday, Wayne sat down across from his nephew with deep seated pity in his muted blue eyes.

“Bud, I don’t know what’s going’ on with ya, but starvin’ yourself ain’t the answer.” Wayne was handling him with kid gloves, much like he did all those years ago when Eddie’s father never showed and he’d find Eddie sullenly sitting by the damn window.

“I’m fine old man.” Eddie shrugs, pushing around soggy cereal with his spoon. “Just got a lot on my mind s’all.” He offers his uncle an easy smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Hate’s the worried look on his uncles face.

“I’m here, you know. Always here for you, bud.”

Friday after work Eddie drives to Family Video, using the excuse of his overdue movie to see his friends while they work. It doesn’t take long for them to realize something is off with the usually rambunctious metalhead.

“What crawled up your kester?” Says Steve as he narrows his eyes, looking at Eddie from head to toe.

“Nothing, damn. Get off my ass, Harrington.” Eddie scoffs, heeling the blue carpet under his feet.

“Nah, somethings not right with you, Munson, you’re less annoying than usual.” Steve insists, face stony.

“Spill it, dingbat. Something’s up, for sure. Are you having nightmares again?” Robin’s voice is hushed as she asks the last part, leaning against the counter flicking a pen between two long fingers.

“Wait, nightmares? How often do you two talk without me?” Steve questions, not able to hide his offense. Robin only rolls her eyes, fixing the collar of her checkered blouse.

“I need someone to talk to about all the bizzaro shit that keeps happening, Eddie’s the only one that didn’t forget about it in five point three seconds.”

Steve visibly recoils. “I didn’t forget about it, Robin, how could any of us forget about it? Some of us are just better at-”

Robin cuts him off with a push to the side of his head. “If you say ‘compartmentalize’ to me one more time, I’m gonna compartmentalize my foot up your ass. Eddie, please, spill.”

“There’s nothing to spill, guys.” Eddie chuckles at the death glare Steve shoots Robin. “Just got a lot on my mind.” Eddie fiddles with the half peeled sticker pasted against the spine of the movie he rented last month. He wasn’t gonna do it, but he can’t think of any better option, so he asks about you before he can chicken out, a quick “Hey do you guys know-” before he tosses the VHS tape in his hands to Steve.

Robin’s eyes widen as she processes his words, bouncing on the tips of her toes, elbow continuously flying into Steve’s back as he checks the overdue movie back in.

“This isn’t Upside Down problems! This is girl problems!” Robin claps her hands together, smiling widely at the metalhead whose cheeks and ears flame red.

“No. No. This isn’t girl problems, Rob.” Eddie points a finger at her like you would a misbehaving child, but Robin only cocks her head and widens her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that! You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Why do you wanna know about her anyways?” Steve asks, coming to lean against the counter next to Robin.

“She, u-uh, lives in the park and Wayne said he hasn’t seen her in weeks. Seems kinda worried so I was just… wondering.” He lies straight to his friends face and they know he’s lying by the twin expressions of disbelief they share.

“You are the most atrocious liar I’ve ever met, dingbat.” Robin deadpans and Steve only shakes his head like he’s disappointed.

“Jesus Christ, can you just answer the damn question?” Impatient, like always.

“I’m gonna need a little more than ‘uncle Wayne’s worried’ before-” Robin starts, but this time Steve cuts her off.

“She comes in every week, buys our newest horror movie and a bag of caramel corn, and leaves. She’s not very talkative, but she’s nice.” Imagine that, The Hair giving helpful info, if you had asked Eddie last March if Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington was helpful he would have laughed in your face. “Robin knows where she works.”

Eddie’s eyes tear to Robin, who is leveling the metalhead with a furrowed look, like she’s daring him to ask her.

“You’re friends?” Eddie asks, trying to seem neutral but that little twitch in Robin’s upper lip tells him he’s not.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“For Christsake, Robin-” Eddie starts, slapping his palms flat against the glass counter, the sound of his metal rings connecting with the glass ringing through the room.

“We’ve been friends since high school, you know the band geek and the semi popular loner girl, we’re quite the pair.”

“Yeah, we’re sure you both are fucking annoying together, just tell the man where she works.” Steve looks like he’s ready to go home, his eyes constantly searching out the clock on the wall. Robin ignores him, leaning over the counter like she’s gonna tell him a secret.

“You know,” She starts, her voice tingeing on conspiracy, “You two would really get along.”

Eddie’s stomach stupidly flutters at her words, even as he realizes she's only messing with him.

“In fact,” She continues, reaching over the counter to boop Eddie’s nose. He swats her hands away as she rambles on. “You two would actually be a really cute couple. She’s nice and hot and you’re-” She gestures up and down his six foot frame. “...well, you, I guess.”

“I’m leaving.” Eddie snaps, snatching his black lunch box off the counter -he *was gonna offer to smoke with Robin on her break, but she blew that- before stalking towards the door.

“You ran him off!” Steve exclaims while Eddie’s halfway out the door. “Good going, Rob.”

“There’s a bar off Cornwallis, the Drunken Pig, try there.” Robin yells just as the glass door swings shut.

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It’s around ten o’clock, while parked outside of the skeazy bar on the edge of town, when Eddie realizes this might be considered stalking.

He had arrived around nine but sat slumped down in the driver's seat of his van watching people trickle in and out of the neon framed building. He was hoping Robin wasn’t fucking with him like usual. Hope to see you bounce up the sidewalk any second now. Preferably alone, the thought of seeing you with someone else stuck in his brain, like a little devil Eddie sitting on his shoulder. He shouldn’t be so possessive, so jealous, but he can’t stop torturing himself over the fact that he had you if only for a brief moment. But in that moment he called himself yours and your eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. That had to mean something, right?

That jealousy is killing his stomach, twisting it in tight sailor knots impossible to unravel, leaving him tapping unsteady beats against the black pleather of his steering wheel with ringed fingers. He didn’t really have a plan here. If he saw you, he saw you. At least then he’d confirm that you were alive and okay. But that’s where this little adventure would end because Eddie would rather jump naked into Lover’s Lake in the dead of winter than make you aware that he had found you. Through Robin of all people. That he waited here for hours in hopes that you’d show up.

Remember that thing about Eddie being an impatient man? Yeah, well, he thinks you’re changing him.

This is all so ridiculous, he thinks to himself, considering all that happened between the two of you just fifteen days earlier. At night, he can still feel the way your nails dragged up the expanse of his legs. His body misses your touch, craves it like an addict craves a fix. Like a dog craves a bone. He needs you so badly it’s driving him crazy.

Crazy enough to scope out a fucking bar for a glimpse of your face.

Okay, maybe he is a freak, because who fucking does this?

His self deprecation is cut short when the double doors of the bar swing open and you come storming out, a sour look on your face. Eddie’s heart stops.

Following behind you, with an equally sour expression, is a man. Tall and tan, with buzzed black hair and a full thick beard. The man grabs your arm as he follows after you and you twist your body as you wrench out of his grasp, pushing him hard in the chest. Eddie clenches the steering wheel with one hand, the other flinging to grip the door handle. Just in case.

You say something to the man, speaking so softly but with such vitriol your entire face screws up in disgust. The man in front of you throws his hands up in the air, face pointed to the sky as you continue jabbing your finger into his chest.

Eddie’s small shaky breath fills his van and the man he wishes to punch in the face for upsetting you so much drops to his knees in front of you. His hands are folded together like prayer, eyes wide as he begs you, for what Eddie doesn’t know.

Not knowing makes his chest ache.

Eddie watches the way you sigh heavily, raking a hand over your face, down your jaw, and around to the back of your neck. Your shoulders slump, hand reaching into the front pocket of the stranger's jacket. You pull out a pen before you take the man's hand in yours, etching something onto the skin of his hand with delicate fingers. When you’re done you drop the pen in front of him and shake your head. You seem to say something that causes the man to nod before you walk around him, feet carrying you back into the bar.

Eddie feels like throwing up.

He doesn’t stick around much longer, throwing his van into drive and peeling out of the parking lot. He speeds down the deserted road in silence back to Forest Hills.

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Day twenty-four.

Monday morning, the sun rays cast their warmth over the carpet in Eddie’s room. Seven days till Halloween. Seven days till the show at The Hideout. Eddie hasn’t seen you since that night at the bar, his hope dashed at the sight of you with that strange man.

It’s only nine, according to his watch, and Eddie still lays in bed in only his boxers staring up at the slow spin of his ceiling fan. He got the day off thanks to his boss, and he was actively avoiding his Automotive class after failing the last exam, allowing him to be lazy for the day. With no plans, other than meeting up with the boys later to rehearse, he allows himself to just be. To just lay in his bed, a cool draft coming in through his open window, and relax. His body feels tight, stress sitting heavily in the muscles of his shoulders and neck, and he stretches his arms over his head in an attempt to loosen them.

He can’t stop thinking of you.

You’ve become a plague on his mind, always there, making a home for yourself in his brain. He gave up trying to see you after that night, instead taking up sulking and pouting. Getting off work just to go home and sprawl his long body over the couch, eyes glued to the TV even though he wasn’t even watching it.

He’s being pitiful and he knows it, but no matter what he does he can’t seem to snap out of whatever spell you’ve put him under. Sighing loudly, and scratching his chipped black painted nails across the small tuft of hair on his sternum, Eddie reaches over to his bedside table and grabs his half empty pack of smokes. He shakes one out, images of your smile flashing through his mind like a film reel, and plops it between his lips. He’s gotta get a grip on himself, he thinks, this can’t be healthy.

Eddie freezes as he brings his lighter up to the cigarette hanging from his lips, ears perking up at the sounds coming through his window. Two voices.

“Good mornin’, hun.” That’s Wayne, his usual gruff voice now a sing-song as he speaks.

“Howdy, Wayne. How was work?”

You. It’s you.

Eddie falls to the floor as he scrambles out of bed, crawling over piles of dirty clothes and miscellaneous shit, cursing under his breath as he grips the windowsill and pulls himself up. You must be on the front porch because Eddie can’t see you from this angle.

“Oh, you know. I don’t get paid enough for the bullshit they put me through.” Wayne chuckles, meanwhile Eddie’s struggling to find a clean pair of pants to put on.

“I hear ya, the bar’s been working me overtime lately and then there’s my classes...” Eddie yanks his closet open, pulling the first shirt he sees off its hanger before rushing to put it over his head, stumbling down the hallway as he does so.

“We haven’t seen much of you lately, glad to know you’re okay.” Wayne lays his hand gently on your arm as Eddie yanks the door open, his stomach exploding with fireworks when he sees you.

You look so pretty standing on his porch in blue jean shorts and an off the shoulder long sleeve. Your eyes meet his in an instant and Eddie’s blood fights which direction to flood to -his cheeks or his dick- when you smile at him so brightly you could put the sun to shame.

“Ed, surprised you’re awake.” Says Wayne and when Eddie doesn’t respond he takes a glance between the two of you before nodding his head with a knowing smile. “I’m gonna sleep now, you two kids keep it down, yeah?”

“Sure thing, Wayne. Good seeing ya.” You blink away from Eddie’s stare to smile at the older man. He nods at you and squeezes past Eddie who still stands in the doorway.

“Hey.” He breathes, trying to memorize every aspect of your appearance. You shake your head and pull him by his elbow out of the trailer. He shuts the door behind him, hands going to his back pockets once he's done.

“Hi, Eddie. How are you?” You do that thing he loves, when you cock your head to the side and bat your eyes, it makes him weak in the knees every fucking time.

“Good. Great. Yeah, yeah I-I’ve been fantastic.” He stutters through a response, eyes locked on the way you bite your lip to hide your smile.

“A little birdie told me you’ve been asking around about me.” You say with a little chuckle and Eddie feels his heart drop to his ass.

*Fucking. Robin.

“W-Wayne and I were worried, is all.” Eddie tries, tries so hard to make his voice not waver as he speaks, but he can’t help being a stuttering mess. You look so pretty, and you’re so close, he can smell your sweet scent every time it gets wafted into his face by the breeze. It makes his mouth water, makes his hands tremble. He wants to snatch you to his chest and kiss the air from your lungs. Take you back to your trailer -shit he’d even settle for his van- and fuck you nice and slow. Make you take his cock and plead and beg for him to let you cum. He wants you to scream that you’re his and no one else's.

“No need to worry, I’m a big girl ya know. I can take care of myself.” You sit down on the step, Eddie taking the cue to sit next to you.

“I-I know. Everything okay?” He presses, his arm grazing yours.

You seem to weigh his question as you take a crumpled cigarette pack from your back pocket, shake one out and place it between your lips. You light it with a long inhale, Eddie watches the prickle of tears building in your eyes, scoots closer until your bare arm touches his.

“Want one?” You ask, voice tight, chin wavering slightly. It breaks his heart watching your face contort, he’s not sure of what he can even do to help you, so he takes the smoke you hand him and lets you light it for him. His eyes never move from yours, chocolate brown stare locked to your bloodshot eyes.

“Angel?” He can’t hide the blatant worry in his voice, hands shaking to reach out but you’re already leaning into him, resting your temple against his shoulder.

“My mom’s dying.” You admit, closing your eyes as Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulder. You let him pull your body into his, take another long drag of your cigarette.

“I didn’t know you still talked to your mom.” He says cautiously, not knowing how much you’ll let him dig into your life.

“I don’t. I haven’t… shit Eddie, I don’t even remember what she looks at. I barely remember her. Just that she left…” You trail off into silence and Eddie follows, not wanting to push you, honestly surprised that you’re sharing any of this with him at all. “I have a brother.”

“I thought you were part of the only child club, like me.” Eddie’s attempt at humor falls flat, so incredibly unfunny Eddie wishes he could rewind time and not fucking say that, and you still chuckle.

“He’s a year younger than me.” You turn your head towards him, eyes simmering. “She had him after she left us. M-my dad used to tell me that she just wasn’t ready for the responsibility of kids and yet she had one almost immediately after she left.”

“Maybe it was an accident.” He offers.

“Maybe she just didn’t want me.” You grumble, leaning into him even farther, hand drifting down to his thigh. Eddie tenses at the contact, breath shuddering in his chest, his heart pounds when you whisper his name and nuzzle into his chest.

You’re vulnerable right now, looking for something to mask the pain, falling into unhealthy habits to cope but Eddie doesn’t want to be a habit. He wants to be yours. And he doesn’t want to fuck around because you’re upset, even the thought feels wrong. So he guides your hand off his thigh back to your own lap and lifts your face by your chin.

“Have you eaten?” He asks softly, swipes his thumb against the hill over your cheek as your lip trembles. You shake your head, eyebrows furrowed in disappointment.

“Wanna go eat? I’ll pay.” Eddie offers quietly, eyes searching, always searching, for any small hint to how you’ll respond. When you nod silently he beams, leans in and kisses your cheek. “Well come on, then. I’m feeling waffles.”

–

“You come here often?” You ask with a chuckle as Eddie waves at the waitress behind the counter. The older woman smiles at him before going back to the customer in front of her.

“Yeah, I guess. They have the best food in town.” Eddie says, turning his attention to the tabletop jukebox, fiddling with the knobs until he finally picks a song, a soft velvety voice crooning through the speaker. You huff out a laugh as you lean back into the booth.

“Otis Redding? Really?”

Eddie only shrugs but his smile is bright as he crosses his arms across his chest. “I like more than just metal, you know.”

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, Eddie Munson?”

He brushes his untamable hair behind an ear at this, looking up at you under his lashes, the faintest of blushes on his cheeks.

“Mornin’ Eddie, how’s your uncle?” The waitress beams as she places two plastic menus in front of you both.

“Oh you know, Pam, always working hard.” She nods at this before her eyes meet yours.

“And whos this pretty thing, you’re girlfriend?” Eddie’s blush deepens till his face is comically red and his eyes widen when you laugh.

“We’re just f-friends.” He stutters out, handing back his menu without even looking at it.

“What a shame.” The waitress tsks, winking at him as she accepts the menu. “The usual than?”

Two sets of eyes lock onto you after Eddie nods, waiting for your order. You didn’t have much time to look through the menu, so you hand it back and say, “I’ll have what he’s having.”

Pam gives a simple nod and a pearly smile as she leaves, the menus tucked under her arm as she welcomes a new customer.

“She’s nice.” You say, smiling at him from across the table and Eddie nods, fingers fiddling with a sugar packet.

“I’ve known her almost my whole life. Uncle Wayne would bring me here all the time when he first took me in. It, uh, kinda became our thing.”

“Pizza fridays.” You hum, eyes cast down to the sticky tabletop, brain racing through memories.

“Pizza fridays?”

“Yeah, uh, when I was little my dad would make the best handmade pizzas every friday. He’d listen to oldies while he would spin the dough, let me pick out whatever toppings I wanted. It was our thing. That and going to the farmers market every saturday.”

“I liked you dad a lot.” He says softly, nudging the toe of his shoe against your leg under the table. “He was funny.”

“He was not funny.” You laugh, meeting his eyes under the dim diner lights. “He told the worst jokes. Oh my god, he used to pick me up from school and he’d sing at the top of his lungs this, uh, Creedence Clearwater song? God, what was it called?”

Eddie laughs, leaning back against the booth seat. “Have You Ever Seen The Rain.”

“Yes!” You stutter out a laugh, eyebrows furrowing in confusion that he somehow knew. “H-how do you know that?”

“I witnessed it once. You pulled your book bag over your head and threw yourself into the back seat. I’d never seen him laugh that hard before.”

“Oh my god.” You mumble as you bury your face in your hands.

“Stop, come back.” Eddie laughs as he tries to pry your hands from your face, standing up over the table to tickle your ribs, you jerk away from his touch, giggles spilling out from your lips. “Quit being embarrassed. Your dad was so cool.”

“He was.” You say after your laughs simper down, sighing heavily. “I know you used to read to him. He loved when you’d spend time with him like that.”

“That man would listen to me ramble about my DnD shit for hours.” Eddie chuckles, looking out the window at the darkening sky; a storm blowing in.

“I’m not gonna see my mom.” You say quickly, looking down when his eyes switch from the thick gray clouds to your eyes. “She doesn’t deserve to make peace with me.”

Eddie nods once, seems to think to himself for a moment, before he reaches across the table to take your hand in his. Your body shivers at his cool touch, calloused thumb rubbing wide circles over the knuckles of your hands.

“I support you in whatever you decide.” He speaks with such assurance you want to cry, not used to such support from anyone other than your father. Eddie looks at you earnestly, his eyes not once wavering as he makes sure you know he’s on your side. Your heart pounds inside the cage of your chest, a strange hotness tingles down your spine and through your fingertips. You want to tell him something… you’re not sure what.

“Eddie, I-” You’re cut off by two heaping plates of waffles, topped with delicious looking fruit, being placed down in front of you. His hand leaves yours and the emptiness you feel at the loss of his touch is overwhelming.

“Here you go, kids. Eat up.” Pam says, bubbly and happy, giving Eddie a raised brow before walking back to the front counter.

“You want syrup, Angel?” He asks with a smile and you nod, allow him to drizzle the amber liquid over your fluffy fruit topped waffles, wishing instead he’d place his hand back in yours.

—

The rain comes down in heavy sheets as Eddie pulls the van in front of your trailer, cutting the lights that cast a yellow glow across your closed curtains, he leans back into his seat.

“Thanks for, uh, you know.. hanging out with me.” You unbuckle your seat belt and turn to face him.

“You’re thanking me?” You ask with a small laugh, turning the knob of the radio until the sound slowly fades to a soft hum. “I should be thanking you, Eddie.”

He shakes his head, trying -and failing- to hide his boyish grin behind his hair. “Nah, it’s the least I could do. I’m just happy you came.”

“Me too.” You lean over a bit to place your hand on his thigh, pinky grazing the skin of his knee through the hole in his ripped jeans. “I like spending time with you, Eddie.”

You watch his entire body tense, his knuckles cracking as he death grips the steering wheel, suddenly unable to look towards you, pensive brown eyes glued to the wet blue siding of your trailer. That feeling is back, the same one from that night almost a month ago when you had him in the palm of your hands. Expect, it feels different now, less vicious, less carnal.

Your need for him is desperate, on a level you didn’t know it could be. You feel possessed as it leads your hand up the warmth of his thigh, the way it has you leaning over the space between the two of you to kiss right under his ear lobe. Eddie bites off a moan a little too late, the beginnings of it floating through the air- and inside your stomach a wildfire rages. You’re merely a puppet on strings to your desire for him, the invisible force too powerful to fight.

“Angel..” He sighs all wispy and you have to clench your thighs together as you run your tongue up the thick cord of his neck.

“Come inside.” You whisper, breath heavy with want, your trembling fingers dig into his cheeks as you turn him to look at you. His breath picks up when he locks onto your gaze, your pupils blown wide, tracing the span of his face. You pull him to you, tease him with a brush of your lips and he whimpers at the feathery touch because he’s been dying to finally kiss you. It’s exactly the reaction you want, and you give into his need with no resistance, kissing the air straight from his lungs as he gasps into your wet mouth.

You’re quick to tangle your tongue with his, licking against the wet muscle as he fumbles with his seatbelt. He’s noisy in the kiss, moaning and groaning as you pull him closer, devour him with your lips and tongue, ignoring the clash of teeth and pain of the arm rest digging into your hip. You’re light headed by the time you pull away, smiling wickedly as his eyes flutter open, his face ruddy, his lips swollen and bitten red. He looks like a work of art and you’re determined to burn this moment into your brain.

“Come inside.” You say again, pushing his hair behind his ear. “I want to thank you properly.”

“Y-you don’t have to…” He starts but quickly trails off, an obvious war in his mind. His gentleman morals cracking at the edges by his wanton need for you.

“I want to, Eddie.” You kiss him sweetly this time, just a gentle peck against his lips that travels to each corner of his mouth. “Don’t make me beg, baby.”

He wastes no time snatching the keys from the ignition, only takes a brief glance at you before he's throwing his door open and escaping into the pounding rain.

You’re both soaked by the time you turn your key in the lock, the trailer dark and quiet as you pull him in after you, slam his wet body against the door.

“Do you want me, Eddie?” You can’t help but ask, slipping your fingers under his shirt to feel the pillowy warmth of his stomach that quivers at your touch.

“That's a stupid question.” He says with fake annoyance, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

His admission has you glowing in the darkness of your home, your smile genuine as you huff a laugh and grab his hand, pulling him down the small hallway to your room. You switch the bedside lamp on as you enter, quickly stripping from your wet clothes as Eddie stands and takes in his surroundings.

“Hey.” You say once you're left in just your bra and underwear, tilting your head when he looks at you. “You okay?”

Eddie blinks rapidly as he realizes you're stark appearance.

“Jesus.” He groans, hand going down to absentmindedly adjust himself. “You’re so gorgeous, Angel.”

You don't expect the way his words render you frozen, the way your heart clenches in your chest. You’ve never felt like this before and it so is a strange sensation. The same feeling you had in the diner when he held your hand and assured you he was there for you.

You don’t want to think about this startling realization -that this crush you’ve harbored for him for years has shifted to something else, something completely foreign to you, something you never felt with Grant- you race to him, pull his body flush to yours as you kiss him with all the passion you can manage.

It is the type of kiss that makes your knees buckle. The kind that awakens the butterflies in your stomach. Eddie guides you to your bed with his hand cupping the back of your head, lays you gently against your soft bedspread.

“So fucking beautiful.” He says, eyes trailing every inch of skin exposed to the chill in your room. You watch through hooded eyes as he slips from his clothes. Slowly. Deliberately, like he’s putting on a show. He shakes his wild hair out as he throws his shirt across the room, his fingers trailing down the alabaster skin of his chest and stomach before he’s tugging at his belt. His hands still shake, his heart racing in his chest, as he fumbles with the button of his jeans.

“Eddie, quit teasing.” You warn, sitting up and grabbing the waistband of his jeans. “Good boys don’t tease.”

Eddie crumbles at your words, literally falling to his knees in front of you. He places sloppy kisses against the skin of your legs, so similar to what you did to him all those nights ago that it takes your breath away. You lay back, propped up on your elbows as you watch him make his way to your aching core.

“Wanna taste you so bad.” He whispers into the swell of your mound, tongue peeking out to lick against the wet cotton of your underwear as he keeps his intense gaze on yours. He kitten licks again, this time with more pressure right where your pulsing clit lays, and you fall back as you moan.

“So sweet.” He says, but it sounds like he’s speaking to himself. “Better than I dreamed.”

“Eddie-” You start to whine but stop when he hooks his fingers into the red lace of your underwear and smirks.

“I fucking love these, you know. Look so pretty on you, my impatient girl.”

He pulls them down your legs in a quick motion, tucking them in his back pocket, before shoving your legs up to your chest. It’s such a vulnerable position, so open and exposed, that it sends a violent shiver through your body.

“Starting a collection?” You attempt to tease him, trying to ease the insecurity that being like this gives you, but Eddie’s having none of it. He’s taken the reins in his calloused hands as he bites at the sensitive skin on the back of your thigh, the sharp pinch has you hissing, and you reach for him blindly.

“Be quiet,” He hums, laying a gentle kiss against your clit. “I’m trying to focus here.”

Your back arches as he dives in, spreading your lips apart with his thumbs as he blankets his tongue across your wet hole. He flicks the tip of it into your opening and groans deep in his chest when your pussy clenches desperately. Your grip tightens around his wrist, your other hand gripping his sheets behind your head like your life depends on it.

He wants to eat you whole, make you feel the way he did when you were on your knees for him in his kitchen. He’d do anything to make you feel just as good, to allow you the euphoria he had felt when you sucked his tender balls into your smart mouth.

He drags his tongue up your slit, teases his way to your neglected clit, only to suck it into his mouth, a crude sound that almost makes you cringe but you don’t have the chance. Eddie suddenly nestles his middle finger deep inside, twisting it until he finds that sweet spongey part inside you, and you fall apart instantly with a choking gasp of his name. Your toes curl painfully, head dug awkwardly into the mattress as your hips leave the bed. Eddie never stops the sinful curl of his finger, his steady sucking of your clit, fucks you through it with pride in his chest and a moan stuck heavy in his throat.

You cry out when the overstimulation starts, head still twinkling among the stars as that snap of heat burns through your core again, a second orgasm hanging by a thread. You feel like you're being dangled on the edge of a cliff, the pleasure of his tongue, that now flicks against you, so close to pain your eyes burn with pooling tears. But you don’t want him to stop, might actually internally combust if he stops.

Eddie seems to sense your desperation as he slips another finger in, the stretch beautifully sharp, it has you dizzy and breathless. A useless mumbling mess as you beg and plead for him, nails scratching rosy red lines across his poor arm.

“Cum.” He demands, voice ragged, locking his deep pupil blown eyes on you as you peer down at him, a hot tear sliding down your cheek. “Cum for me, please, please, please.” His voice falls into a hushed whisper as he lowers his cum slick lips back to your clit. His chant seems to vibrate deep inside you, eyes clenching closed as you cry out.

Your second orgasm hits you hard, harder than you’ve ever cum before. You sob as your eyes clench tight, your hot blood roaring like a freight train in your ears. You feel set aflame as you gush around his fingers, legs kicking free to tighten hard around his head. Eddie lets you suffocate him in your drenched heat, grips the top of your thigh as he ruts his painfully hard cock against the end of your bed, whimpers softly when your thighs go limp as he slows his fingers. Replacing his eager sucks with soft kisses.

“Oh my fucking god.” You cry, your legs weak and limp as Eddie places each of your feet on the floor. You can feel how fucking wet you are, feel the way your cum and his spit drips down the curve of your ass.

“You with me?” Eddie asks gently as he rubs your calves, hides his smug smile in your knee cap because it was him that made you cum like that.

“Mhm.” It’s all you can manage, your body feels weightless, like you could be easily carried away into the fall breeze. The thunder outside fills the quiet of the room, the only other sound is your breathy soft gasps.

“You squirted.” He says and you can almost hear how proud he is, you can feel his big smile pressed against your knee.

“What?” You’ve never done that before.

“All fucking over me, Angel. Fucking hottest shit I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Oh my fucking god.”

“I wanna make you do that again.” Eddie grins as he crawls over top of you pressing kisses against your hot, sweat damp, skin. “And again, and again, and again, and-”

Eddie cuts himself off as he kisses you. Slow and passionate, it sucks the air out of your lungs before you’ve even regained it. You tuck your fingers into his surprisingly soft mop of curls, drag him in closer as you savor your taste still on his lips.

“Mhm,” He hums, pulling away from the kiss to press his forehead against yours. “You taste divine.”

“So do you.” You giggle, trailing your finger down his dark happy trail, finger breaking the barrier of his boxers. You grip his hard cock in your hand, slide your thumb against the wet slit of his head, the front of his boxers wet with precum.

Eddie bucks his hips and whines, a broken sound that bounces off your eardrums, and it revs you up. Has you grinning devilishly as you push him till he’s laying flat against your sheets.

“Take your pants off, Eddie.” You say it firmly, surprising even yourself, biting back a laugh as he quickly yokes his pants down his legs, kicking them somewhere across the room before he’s doing the same to his boxers, his cock springing free to slap deliciously against his abdomen.

“Eager boy.” You muse, pulling a condom from your bedside table as you straddle him. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands once you’re on top of him, ripping open the wrapper with your teeth. His hands move from your hips to the sheets below before back to your hips. His eyes glued to your every move as he fumbles through his words.

“I- oh fuck, okay. This is happening. Shit, this is really happening.” He tips his head back with a moan as you slide the latex down his pulsing length. Snags his puffy bottom lip between his teeth. You settle on top of him, nestle his cock right between your wet folds, smoothing your hands over the mangled scar on his stomach.

“Don’t leave me again after.” He says quietly and his eyes go wide; surprised he’s actually said this out loud.

“It’s my house, Eddie.”

Your gaze softens, heart a rabid drum against your ribs. You hadn’t thought leaving like you had that night would hurt him as much as it seems it had, only thought it part of your game. But you're starting to realize the game was lost that night in the back of his van when he stated plainly that Grant was an idiot for breaking up with you. Maybe it went even further back than that. All that time spent observing the boy the town hated so much, all the stolen glances and meaningless small talk at the mailbox.

Eddie Munson had won the game a long time ago, unbeknownst to the both of you.

“I won’t leave, if you won’t.” You offer. A deal. A silent question on if he felt the same.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He smiles up at you as he says it, chocolate eyes shining brightly.

Silently you reach down to position him at your entrance, slowly inching down his length as your pussy clenches around his thick cock and his fingers bruise the smooth skin of your waist. The stretch is glorious, you can feel all of him -every vein, every twitch, the swell of his tip as he bottoms out inside you pressed tight against your most sensitive place- completely consumed by Eddie.

His name is the only thing you can say, whimpering it hotly as you raise up and slide back down, the feel of him dragging through your walls intoxicating.

“I’m not gonna last long.” He pants, meeting your bounce with a thrust of his own. The pace slow but hard, and every time he hits that place inside you that makes you gasp, you fall further onto his chest until his arms are wrapped around your back. "You're pussy’s too good, oh fuck, jesus christ, so tight and w-wet.”

“Fuck, Eddie.” You nuzzle your face into his neck and he braces his hand against the back of your head, hugging you close to his sweaty body.

“Is this what you wanted?” His demeanor shifts instantly, his thrusts faster and deeper than they were before and his hand comes around to your throat, pulling you up till your face hovers over him. His eyes are dark, darker than you can even believe, and the intensity in his gaze will forever be burned into your memories.

“Is this what you wanted, Angel?” He asks again, nearly hisses through his clenched teeth. “To ruin me for others? Because I am. I’m fucking yours baby. That’s what you wanted, right?”

You gasp brokenly when his fingers find your clit, working you quickly to the edge of your third orgasm of the night.

“Answer me.” His voice sonorous, his hips frantic as he presses his heels into the mattress to fuck up into you more earnestly. He’s so close. So close that his vision is starting to haze, his balls tight as they slam against your cheeks, but he won’t cum.

Won’t cum until you finally fucking say it.

“Eddie…” You whine, eyes rolling back into your head as you teeter on the edge of bliss.

“Just say it, Angel. Say it and you can cum.” He rasps out, his fingers dance against your clit in heavy circles and its too much and not enough at the same time. You’re desperate to cum -desperate to finally come clean- and you slam his hand that's around your throat into the sheets above his head. Crash your lips against his in a messy clash of teeth and tongue but its so good. Beautiful, breathtaking, perfect.

Screw the game.

“Yes, Eddie, yes. You’re mine.” You’re voice is laced with possessiveness and Eddie whimpers like an obedient puppy, nodding his head as he echoes-

“M’yours.”

Time seems to slow as you cum, stars in your eyes and this blooming feeling in your heart, and you think you black out. You fall into him as he shouts your name, so cock drunk and thoroughly fucked you can just barely hear him over the ringing in your ears. He thrusts once, twice, before he’s spilling his hot seed into the condom and you can feel that too. Can feel the heat of it as he slows but never stops. Pumping into your used hole until he’s wincing at the overstimulation.

When you float back down to earth, Eddie’s rubbing soothing circles up and down your spine, humming in satisfaction to himself as he waits for you to come back to him.

“Hey.” You whisper with a smile, kissing his neck sweetly.

“You okay?”

“Better. But I am gonna be sore tomorrow. Might have to call out of work.” Eddie chuckles at this, rolling your both onto your sides still wrapped up in each others arms, his softening cock still inside you.

"Yeah, you know, I had a feeling you were gonna be sick tomorrow." He teases, rubbing his nose against your own before placing a soft kiss to your lips. When he pulls back his eyebrows are furrowed with faux concern. "You probably should call out tomorrow, I definitely think you won't be able to get out of bed in the morning."

You laugh, cheeks hot as he winks at you. "Oh, yeah? Is that a threat?"

Eddie shakes his head, his eyes shimmer as they look at you, admiring your beautiful features. He's definitely a goner, in too deep to even think about swimming to the surface. He's chosen to die in the glimmering sea that is you.

"No, sweetheart, that's a promise."

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lovelybunn · 2 years

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NSFW HEADCANONS: POST COVID STAN MARSH EDITION.

requested by @krispydreamerwolf

warning(s): sexual themes, uses of petnames, afab!reader

author's note: OH EM GEE I FEEL SO BAD FOR WAITING SO LONG TO POST THIS, BUT I HAD NO IDEAS MAN :((((((((

His kinks.

hair pulling.

i really hope you don't have short hair, cuz my god, he don't give two shits, he'll fucking pull that shit out of your head if he really wants to. but fr, stan will tug at your hair till your screaming his name, begging for him to stop or at least be less aggressive.

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spanking.

rosy ass cheeks? yes please. he'll use a variety of things: his belt, his hands, a literal stick, a whip, etc. he likes a lot of things that come with spanking you, the satisfaction he feels for "punishing" you, the screams and yelps of mixed pain and pleasure from you, the way your body shivers with each snap, among many other things.

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being called 'daddy'.

daddy issues in reverse!!! the feeling of power and authority over you just hits this man in just the right way. the pitiful look on your face as you call him that, begging for him to fuck you, is his version of therapy.

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cock warming.

whether it's in your mouth, asshole, or pussy, he never wants to take his dick out. you just feel so warm around him, how could he? stan will sometimes even fall asleep with him still inside you, so you'll have to figure out how to get his cock out of you without waking him up.

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face fucking.

in relation to the one above, stan loves basically breaking your jaw while he plummets himself in and out of your mouth. seeing the head of his penis hit the back of your throat fills him with so much lustful joy. and you having a gag reflex? ten times better.

What petnames does he give you?

sweet-pea.

i heard him say it once in the special and ran away with it. he says it more during foreplay then anything, to get you all hot and heavy and to prepare you for the pounding your most definitely going to receive for the night.

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slut.

"you're such a fucking slut, taking daddy's cock like that. you're my little slut, aren't you?" especially calls you this when he's drunk, it's just his way of reminding you who you belong to.

Ass, Thighs, or Tits?

ass.

as i already established with this post, stan marsh is most definitely an ass man. but how much does he love ass you may ask? any and every single time he is behind you, your butt is bound to get smacked. and he absolutely loves fucking you from the back, he'll do it so hard that you'll be sore for days.

How vocal is he?

VERY. too vocal.

like father, like son. you know that one clip of randy covered head to toe in his own cum? now imagine that with stan. he doesn't ever hold back, you just feel too goddamn good for him to even want to. also, just a heads up, stan marsh also got his roughness from his father, so the harder he goes, the louder he is.

Head, both giving and receiving.

giving.

he does it, but not very well. wendy didn’t teach him shit. but the plus side of that he's amazing with his fingers, so if you have a hand kink, here you go, enjoy~.

receiving.

"sweetpea, can you come here and help daddy? i've been so stressed lately..." getting head from you is the only thing keeping him from losing his ever loving mind. this man will create every and any excuse to get you to give him head. bruv is fucking DESPERATE.

His favorite position.

doggystyle.

do i really have to explain? he likes any position where your ass in his main view, but stan's a simple man. doggy's classic, and he's always down for it.

Aftercare: Does he do it?

ehh, it depends.

most of the time, stan will just instantly pass out, dick still resting inside you (as i said at the very beginning of this post). but on the rare, he'll actually clean up. he'll praise you from time to time, but it's awkward as hell, "you did good. that was fun." he'll even give you that awkward white man no lip smile (that personally makes me cringe). but bathing after sex, no ma'am, he does not do that. not gonna happen.

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not responding to any lingering match-up requests until tomorrow~ soz~ I feel really physically sick at the moment, so it'll have to wait till I wake up tomorrow~ soz for the inconvenience <3 love y'all <3 thanks for being so patient, sweethearts~

edit: still feeling sick this morning, sweethearts~ so will be responding to remaining requests slower today <3 again, soz for the inconvenience~ <3

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yuikomorii · 2 years

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Hello! I've been following you for a long time and I always admire when you post something related to Yui. The poor girl gets so much hate everywhere she goes, but I'm so glad there are people who share my opinion. Enough of that...

I have a question that has been bugging me for a long, long time. I am also a big fan of ayayui. I admire this couple a lot, but I think I'm realizing more and more that Ayato wouldn't love Yui if he didn't have that blood taste. That's why I think so! If Ayato cares so much about her why didn't he wake her up as a vampire in any of the games. And no... I don't mean awakening, but as a half-blood just like Mukami. As I recall in the first game, Shuu, Laito, Kanato, and if I'm not mistaken, Subaru, turned it over so they wouldn't lose it. In "more blood", Ayato says and I quote: "I love you, Yui, and i'll stay with you forever, till death do us part". He also mentioned that he would cry for her, that he was afraid of losing her, but never in any of the games did he try to wake her up as a vampire to be with her forever. I had read a similar post where you said that from the second game onward she can't be turned into a vampire, but I don't think that statement is entirely true... I don't know if I remember correctly, but in "more blood" along the way to Azusa, didn't she wake up to save him by killing her father? Also, in "bloody bouquet", there is a part where Ayato mentionsthat he doesn't need to worry if he kills her because he can turn her into a vampire, but he won't because he will lose her only value, which is the good taste of blood, because the transformation will make her disgusting to eat... "Blood Bouquet" isn't a very old edition and that means it doesn't refer to the first game but after more blood, which confirms that she can turn into a vampire if she consumes certain blood in Ayato's case. This question has been bothering me for quite some time, so I hope you can answer me and see your perspective on the subject. Sorry for the long post and all the mistakes, but English is not my first language.

// I never said she couldn't be turned into a vampire in MB, but she can't accept the Vampire virus in the third main game, DF.

Yui is prone to becoming a vampire in HDB sooner or later. Ayato presumably only wanted her to stay human and enjoy her human life for the time being, while waiting for the process to come naturally, which is why he didn't immediately turn her into a vampire. You can notice Ayato talking to Yui about her nearly becoming one, in the Ayato VS Laito CD drama.

It is confirmed, especially in LP, that Yui is hesitant and doesn’t really like the thought of being turned into a vampire, because she’s been human all her life and wants to stay that way. The fact that she was turned into one wasn’t her wish, but the Diaboys’ one. It's not like she didn't appreciate it, but it wasn't something she desired; she just didn't vocally say it. Yui is aware that humans aren’t immortal, but she says she wishes for love to be the glue that holds them together rather than immortality. You'll notice that she frequently says things like "I do/think/feel so because I'm human”, and those are powerful words because she values being this way.

Ayato doesn't care about the value of her blood once he's in love with her; he just wasn't honest there because he's Tsundere when it comes to feelings sometimes. After saying that, he mentions in his monologue in Bloody Bouquet that it wasn't just for blood, and he also says “Life to a human is important...", proving that Ayato is aware that Yui enjoys being human and doesn't want to be the one to take her human life in order to turn her into a vampire. He is, after all, a perceptive character, as evidenced by Laito's routes, flashbacks, and YB, but he is terrible at reading/ expressing himself.

I'd rather say the writers were biased towards Ayato when they wrote the other routes because they made him the one who wouldn't force his desires or abandonment issues on Yui and let her keep what she loves the most about herself, her humanity.

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love is just a word - 7

a/n: holy shit. i actually managed to get this out... not proofread at all please dont come at me, i’ll edit later HAAHHA now i need to get some sleep or im going to die at work... as usual - love and comments are much appreciated. oh and, remember to reblog!

read all other parts here!

Monte Carlo, Monaco

“Ma belle! Oh how I missed you” Pierre hugged you as he walked through the doors, nuzzling his face into your neck. He was intoxicated, you could tell, the blush on his cheeks and alcohol breath were the telling signs.

“Are you drunk?” You pulled away and he frowns, “I just had a few, it was Nadri’s early birthday celebration on the plane.”

“So you’re drunk.” You muttered, silently cursing that this was ruining your time to confess to him.

"I'm nottttt." Pierre slurred, intertwining ur hand with his. He kissed you on the forehead softly, patting your shoulders before stumbling over his own feet and into the bedroom. He immediately crashed into the fresh sheets, soft snores escaping him moments later. You shook your head at the sight, pulling off his clothing and tucking him into bed. This will have to wait till tomorrow.

The whole night, your guilt ate you up inside. Countless of times you contemplated waking Pierre up, but whenever you laid eyes on him sleeping peacefully, you retract your hand. You couldn't catch a single hour of proper sleep, constantly waking up when a dream (or nightmare) of either Carlos or Pierre flashed across your brain.

Until the next morning, when you couldn't even wait for the coffee to brew before the words started falling out of your mouth.

That's how you got here.

"So you're telling me, you kissed him in my house? You cheated on me, in my home?" his voice is low, head buried in his hands. You move closer towards him to touch his arm but he shifts back. That stung worse than acid on your skin.

"Yes, Pierre. Look- I know it sounds and looks bad but I-"

"I trusted you, chérie." He took a breath. The nickname burned a scar on his tongue. He felt hurt and anger, but most of all, he felt betrayed.

"I know you did, and I'm sorry I broke your trust. But I chose you, mi amor." You said defeatedly.

Pierre raises his head, his voice booming through the room.

"And that's supposed to make me feel better? That you chose me after you realised his lips don't make you feel the way that I do? What do you think this is, Y/N - a fucking tasting platter?!"

You raised your brows at his words, a sudden agitation washing over you. A mixture of emotions and the lack of sleep from the past few days.

"No of course not! I admit, this is partially my fault. That I had unresolved issues with Carlos, that I never considered him and his presence after all these years. But you can't put this all on me, Pierre. I chose you because I love you, more than anything else in the world." you kneel down so your eyes meet his, your hand cupping his cheeks,

"I'm sorry for what happened, and I would do anything to take it back; but I am here now. I fought for us, and we won. I'm telling you that I want to be with you, I chose us."

"Big fuckin deal," Pierre spat, his eyes turning dark, "you think you were selfless by choosing us after you placed your lips onto him? You must be joking, Y/N."

You retract your hand and kept quiet, allowing Pierre to vent his anger. You deserved it anyway.

"I should've have known what I was getting into with you. I saw the way he looked at you.” He lets out a sad laughter, "I should've never let it get this serious. My family love you, my friends adore you-"

"But do you love me?" You look at him in the eyes - now dark, a shade you’ve never seen on him before. He doesn’t know where the venom he’s spitting is coming from, and he knows he should hold himself back. Don’t say things while you’re angry, you’ll regret it. His mother always repeats. But in the moment, his mind is emptied from any logical thinking. So he speaks, and the words hit you like a bullet.

"Not enough to forgive you for what you did."

This was it. You saw it coming, though half of you foolishly hoped for him to forgive you. You get up and got around to get your luggage, pulling open the wardrobe, and grabbing arms full of your clothes to shove them into the bag. You hear the front door open then shut. Pierre didn't stay, and neither did he want you to stay.

Guess leaving was the better choice after all.

You're standing at the airport, waiting for staff to check on the next available flight out. Your phone had been going off non-stop, Daniel texting you over and over again to get you to come back. Finally, the counter staff looks up at you after an excruciating ten minutes, "we have a flight in about two hours to Madrid."

"Perfect." You tell her. She hands you your passport and boarding pass, and you make your way through the airport. Your phone rings- it's Daniel. You decide to pick up before your phone blows up from his messages.

"You can't just leave like this, Y/N." He says immediately once the call goes through. You're in Starbucks, pulling a sandwich from the shelf and heading to the counter.

"You're the only one that wants me around, Danny."

"That's not true!" He shouts, and you pull the phone away from your ear.

"Soy latte please." You tell the barista, ignoring whatever Daniel was saying on the other end of the line. After paying, you press the phone to your ear again.

"Did you tell Carlos you were leaving?"

You mutter a soft 'no'.

"He would want you to stay, you know that."

"He wouldn't Danny, we've been through this. I'm not putting myself through any of that anymore." You heard Daniel sigh.

"Will you be coming to the race?" He asks, still hopeful that you'd work something out. You let out a sad chuckle.

"Why would I?" This would be the first race you were away from Pierre this year.

"Because you want to support your favourite McLaren driver." You can hear the soft smile on Daniel's face, an attempt to get you to laugh. The barista calls out your name, and you're thanking them for the drink before walking to your gate.

"Oh you mean Lando? I'll think about it." You quip back, taking a sip of your drink. You wanted to make a joke, wanted to tell Daniel you were okay, wanted to convince yourself you were going to be okay. Daniel pretends not to notice.

"Shut up, I'm your favourite driver. But seriously Y/N, I would love to see you at the race.”

You shake your head, thankful he couldn't see you the distraught look on your face now.

"I gotta go, Danny Ric, I'll see you when I see you."

Madrid, Spain

This was the town you grew up in. The street you ran through countless of times, playing catch on the front garden, walking from one house to the other for dinner. The iconic cream coloured house and blue door belonging to your family; less than two blocks away from the Sainz family home.

You knock on the door lightly, and take a step back. It was almost dinner time, and you could smell the aroma from your mother's cooking. You hear the ruckus in the house, knowing your mother was grumbling at your father for not getting the door, and Matteo was shouting something from upstairs. The bright blue door swings open, and your mother is surprised and shocked all at the same time. Then she sees the look on your face and she knows exactly why you're here.

"Mija..." Her brows are knitted together. She can feel your pain with just one glance. Your bag drops to the floor.

You crash into your mother's arms immediately.

Your father and Matteo come to the door immediately once they hear that you're home. They take your bags, settling you down into your childhood bedroom - just as you left it, the walls dusted pink, countless of trophies, helmets, lining every inch of your room. The simulator you built with Matteo still sitting in the corner of the room. It was like a piece of your life still frozen in time, always welcoming you with open arms. You run your fingers along the fresh sheets your mother had just put on two days ago. She changed them regularly, even after you left home.

"Dinner will be ready in ten." She tells you, squeezing your shoulders to get your attention.

"Oh and, Reyes and Carlos Sr will be here as well. Sunday traditions." Right, of course. The tradition that had been going on forever. You take in a sharp breath and nod.

At least you know that Carlos won't be there.

You go downstairs in exactly ten minutes like you’re told. The Sainz family arrived at the same time, and the front door swings open, the family filing in one by one. You can hear them from the kitchen, chattering and greeting one another. You're setting up the dinner table just like your mother told you before heading out to greet them as well. But you hear a voice that makes your skin crawl.

"Castaña?" What the fuck was Carlos doing here? The utensils you were holding drops to the ground, causing a loud clanging sound which makes your family run into the room. You quickly pick them up, Carlos scrambling to help you as well while your mother is nagging at the both of you for being clumsy. Then his hand brushes past yours as you pick a fork up, and you're dropping it onto the ground again. He stops moving, both your heads too close to one another, then you see it - that necklace, that god forsaken pendant, swinging in front of your eyes. It felt like a taunt, as if the inanimate object was making fun of you.

"Fuck it." You mutter, exiting the room to the backyard. The cool evening breeze blows and you shudder, the temperature dropping outside a comfortable range. Tears are streaming down your face, and soon enough you're sobbing, shoulders shaking not only from the cold.

"Castaña..." You hear again, this time, your head doesn't turn. You're sitting on the lounge chairs, hands pressed to your face. You feel a blanket being placed on your shoulders.

Carlos sits across you, dipping his head so he could see your face. He grips your wrist gently, but you push him away, wiping the tears using the back of your hand. You're well aware of the audience standing discreetly behind the doors, staring at the pair of you.

Finally, you look up at him, your voice laced with hurt, "you broke us."

His hand reaches out, then he hesitates and pulls back.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Are you really? Are you really sorry for ruining my relationship?" Carlos furrows his brows, "what are you talking about, cas-"

"No! No more castaña! You broke us, Carlos. Me and you, then me and Pierre. You ruined everything good that I had in my life. EVERYTHING!" You shot up from your seat, the blanket flying to the ground.

"Castaña!" He grabs your arm, pulling you towards him. You're trying to squirm out of his grasp, hitting his arms with all your might.

"Fucking let go of me cabrón!"

"Not until you tell me everything." Was he really playing dumb right now?

"Tell you everything? Like what Carlos? You want me to stand here and declare to the whole fucking world that I cheated on my boyfriend with you? That the guilt ate me up inside, that I told Pierre and he told me he didn't love me enough to forgive me? Is that what you want to hear, Carlos- IS IT?!" You raise your hand, so close to slapping him in the face when you hear your father shouting your name.

You storm your way back into the house and into your room. Opening the closet, you shove the clothes you had just unpacked moments ago into your luggage. Tears are dripping from your chin, sobs choking you with each breath.

It seems as if life has its ways of playing tricks on you. Three years later and you're here packing again, getting ready to run from the same person. There's a knock on your door, but you don't answer until it slides open slowly. You're zipping up the luggage when your mother walks in.

"What are you doing, mija?" There’s a slight panic in her voice, just like three years ago.

"I'm going to New York."

"Again?" You don't reply her, continuing to gather your stuff in your bag.

"Y/N," She places her hand on top of yours, "whatever happened between you and carlitos, can't it be forgiven?"

You shake your head, zipping up the backpack.

"I kissed him mama," her expression drops. She didn’t hear the entire ordeal with Carlos, only a short snippet when your father saw your hand raised and he pulled the doors open.

"In Pierre's house, I was wearing his shirt; Then Carlos showed up and I- I kissed him." You sigh, everytime you say it out loud, your disappointment in yourself grew. Your mother strokes your cheek, drying off the stray tears that had fallen. For the first time, she didn't have the words to comfort you.

"I need to go." You whisper under your breath. If this house couldn't give you the protection it did all your life, you have to go the one place you could escape to.

Monte Carlo, Monaco

Pierre is stumbling through the streets of Monaco like a lost puppy. His muscle memory brought him through the roads and up the building he was all too familiar with. He doesn’t knock on the door when he arrives at his destination, only opening the shoe cabinet and lifting up a pair of black nike Jordans to take the dull silver key. Turning the lock and pushing the door open, he’s met with a string of French curse words, and his best friend Charles.

“What the fuck? Mate, you look like shit.” Pierre pushes past him, plopping himself onto the sofa.

“She kissed him. You were right, she always belonged to him.” Charles frowned at his best friend, pulling out two waters to replace the alcohol that they would much rather be having right now. He hands one to Pierre, who holds it tightly in his hands.

“What happened?”

“He- he came over, kissed her, she kissed back.” Pierre repeats to Charles.

“That’s it? What else did she say?”

“She chose me.”

“Huh?” Charles was shaking his head, trying to make sure he was hearing him right.

“She chose me!” Pierre exclaimed. “After she tasted his lips, she chose me. Does she think this is a fucking game show? Choosing who she wants to be with by testing out their lips?”

“Pierre…” He finally looks up, their eyes meeting. Charles can see how broken his best friend is, and for the first time, it was because of a girl. A girl he fell in love with at first sight.

“I hate to say this mate, but you’ve done worse.” Charles states. A

“You know I came here so you could comfort me, right?”

“You know I have a duty to tell you the truth, right?” Pierre doesn’t answer, his eyes fixated on the piano in his best friend’s apartment. Charles walks around the coffee table, standing in front of Pierre and blocking his view. Pierre knows exactly what he was talking about. The track record that he had stuck on his back had caused so many speculations throughout their relationship. It felt as if they were just waiting for the next article to come out, the next big story about him having his arms around another girl. So many times things have blown up in front of him, but you never wavered, always trusting him with your entire heart.

“Remember in 2014, when we saw her at the race? When you first set your eyes on her? I told you not to bother trying because I could see the way she looked at Carlos - the way it was filled with love? Mate- look at me.” Pierre forces himself to turn his entire attention to Charles.

“She only looks at you that way now, mate. From what I’ve seen, Carlos doesn’t mean anything to her anymore. Sure, they’re childhood best friends, but Y/N no longer has that look in her eyes. In fact, I’m pretty sure I saw her scowl at him at every race.“

“But she kissed him.”

“You’ve kissed many girls at the club, how many of them were you in love with?” Pierre stays quiet again. Fuck logical best friends.

“Right, I thought so too. My point is, forgive her, because god knows she deserves just that little bit of fight from you.” He pats his friend on the back.

“And maybe,” Charles walks back to his simulator, turning just before he walks in, “it’ll help you make up for all the sins you’ve accumulated from screwing around.”

Pierre knows that Charles was right. So he pulls out his phone and calls the only person in the world who would know where you are.

“Hey Daniel, how are you?”

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