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Prospects for better fortune (Reader!Featherington x Colin Bridgerton)

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Summary: Colin's misfortune in trusting your uncle's lies leads to a forced engagement on an economic base. Only Colin and you are each other's worst enemy. A huge argument lowers the tempers as it leaves room for acceptance. Colin's dedication to you truly gets tested when a lord flirts just a little too much with you, his wife.

Colin was pacing around, scratching the back of his head. – “She will be here.” – Violet reassured him. Colin stopped to face his mother. – “I’d rather she would not, it’s just… the damn Queen.” – he told her gesturing at the grand doors where they were waiting behind. – “Watch your mouth boy!” – Violet called out with a motherly scowl, not liking one bit her son was insulting the queen. Colin sighed deep running his hands down his face.

“I still can’t phantom why you decided for this to happen.” – Colin accused his mother. Violet set her hands on her hip. – “How about prospects?” – Violet explained making her son sigh loud. Violet and Colin looked alarmed at the hearing of hastened heels click on the floor. Colin sighed loud once more, letting his head fall back. Portia was hastening herself, dragging you along by your wrist.

“We better be on time!” – she hissed at you, making you roll your eyes at her. Portia joined them, out of breath. – “I see you’ve made it Portia.” – Violet said with a gentle smile. – “Indeed.” – Portia answered, tugging at you to move in front of her. She did the final checks on your hair and dress. – “Mama.” – you groaned out wanting to slap her hand away. One scaring scowl of her was enough to stop your complaining.

The doors opened as Brimsley appeared in the entrance. He opened his mouth to speak, staring at the display before him. All of you had frozen at the hearing of the door opening. Portia’s hand lingering in the air by your hair. Violet trying to straighten Colin’s tie as his hand hovered above hers ready to slap it away. Brimsley cleared his throat as it made you all stand presentable.

“The queen is ready.” – he said before turning round. – “Alright this is it.” – Violet spoke plucking at Colin’s puffy hair for it to be perfect. – “Smile sweetheart.” – Portia let out. Colin moved closer to the door as did you. He held his hand out to you. With a roll of your eyes, you placed your fingers sloppy on his palm. Brimsley entered more, bowing to her majesty the queen. – “Colin Bridgerton and Y/n Featherington.” – he presented. Brimsley stepped aside, revealing the two of you to the queen.

Both of you forced out a smile, walking up to her. The queen narrowing her eyes. Colin and you dropped to one knee in front of her throne. – “So you two are engaged to be married?” – the queen asked, petting her dog on her lap. – “Yes, your majesty.” – Colin answered, keeping his head down. The queen hummed intrigued.

You exhaled soft, feeling your hand started to get sweaty in his hand. – “I give you both my blessing.” – she called out as it made you swallow nervously. Colin and you rose, meeting up with the queen’s gaze. – “Be off my little love birds.” – she chuckled, sending Colin and you off with her blessing. Colin and you spun, heading back for the door. Your smiled immediately dropped once the queen wasn’t looking.

The doors opened once more as Colin and you walked through. Hearing the doors shut behind you, you immediately pulled your hand out of his. Colin rubbed his hand annoyed against his pants. – “Must you really get so sweaty.” – he called out. – “Must you really be so infuriating.” – you responded. – “Infuriating?” – Colin said loud in disbelief. – “Oh that is nice coming from you!” – he answered walking up to you.

The two of you continued to bicker while going down the corridor to leave the palace. Portia and Violet giving each other a sheepish smile. – “Children.” – Violet teased with humour to bloom the reality of it. Portia snapped her fan open, waving herself some cool. Colin and you had been bickering the entire carriage ride at how more infuriating the other one was.

The wedding was by the end of the week. Which should be a day of delight and bliss to many was not the case for you. You simply wanted this day to be over so you didn’t have to play pretend for the ton anymore. Colin’s family tried to be supportive, knowing he was doing the family a great help by marrying you. Normally they wouldn’t condone it, but faith left them otherwise. Colin had lost a great deal of money to your money seeking uncle.

His family couldn’t have prevented him from investing. Something Colin thought would bring prospects, for it did not. It turned out to be a sham. A fraud. When your mama found out, she turned him the door. Yet it was already too late. He disappeared along with some money. A bit including of the Bridgerton’s. Colin’s failed investment took a bite in their coins. The best way to ease the gap a bit was a marriage between Bridgertons and Featheringtons.

The coins from your dowry could ease the pain a bit. Smooth a bit things over with the Bridgertons. The two of you found a home in the Featherington estate further downtown. More secluded. An estate your family used to retreat to during the winters. Since you weren’t the eldest, the house would go to man married your eldest sister.

Colin and you arrived at the house. – “I’ll be upstairs and I do not wish to see you for the entirety of the evening.” – he called out already moving towards the stairs. – “Fine, for I do not wish to see you for the entirety of the evening!” – you shouted back. – “Wonderful!” – Colin said loud, throwing his hand up as he went up the spiralling stairs. – “Your quarters are at the left!” – you instructed him. Colin grunted soft disappearing upstairs.

You turned round, screaming loud to out your distress. You then went upstairs to the quarters on the right. The staff remaining quiet as it was not their place to intervene. Some shared a brief look, knowing it didn’t feel like you would legitimate the marriage soon. Not whilst you were still bickering. You let yourself fall onto the bed, screaming and punching your pillow. Angry at your uncle for ripping off the Bridgerton’s which led you into needing to marry Colin Bridgerton.

A Bridgerton you loathed. Colin groaned loud, pacing round the room. He grabbed for a pillow, throwing it against the window out of frustration. Why did he had to invest in your uncle’s mines? His speech seemed so pleasingly. He thought for sure he’d get a fortune out of it. The only thing he got out of it was a marriage to you. Someone he loathed.

The sun rose as the staff was already buzzing about. For weeks now, you have been trying to avoid Colin for as much as you could around the house. Each doing your own things during the day, even when it bored you from time to time. There weren’t enough activities around the house to keep you company. You stumbled into the drawing room where to your misfortune Colin was too. Seeing him, made you sigh soft. Colin lifted his head up from behind his newspaper, lowering it.

“I shall leave.” – he spoke folding his newspaper to give you, your space. – “No, please do stay.” – you acted out with a curtsy. Colin slapped the newspaper annoyed on the small table. The door opened behind you, a maid entering with a tray. On the tray laid several letters neatly spread out. She moved past you to give the letters to Colin as he was man of the house now.

You snatched the letters from the tray before they could reach him. The maid looked confused at her empty tray. Bowing her head as she left the room once more. – “Y/n those are for me.” – Colin stated, holding his hand out. – “Am I not the lady of the house?” – you answered, looking through the post. Colin walked up to you in a firm pace, wanting to snatch the letters from you.

You turned away, keeping the letters out of his reach. – “Y/n!” – Colin let out loud. Colin grabbed your wrist, pulling it hard in front of him, ripping some letters from your hand. – “I loath you!” – you called out, slapping the remaining letters against his chest. – “I loath you!” – Colin repeated, slapping his letters against your chest. It made you gasp as you didn’t think he’d hit you back. – “I loathed you first!” – you made clear.

Colin and you stared intensely at each other. Glaring up in each other’s face. Colin looked away first, glancing down at the letters in his hand. He sighed loud seeing what kind of post was amongst them. He threw them frustratedly into the sofa. He then shouted loud, hands desperate in his hands.

“Colin!” – you called out wanting him to calm down. He inhaled sharp, wiping his hand over his face. – “If this wasn’t an economic proposition, I swear.” – he said loud. – “Hadn’t your family put me into debts, I wouldn’t be scrambling for coins to make a living!”

“Don’t bring my family into this!” – you replied loud, frustrated that he would blame this all on you. You had no idea and it was after all he who placed an investment with your uncle. – “Alright not your uncle who caused me to marry you!” – Colin shouted loud. – “I refuse to be blamed any longer for this grotesque misalliance!” – you screamed out as Colin grew silent. Staring at you in shock. – “No more!” – you let out with a dismissive gesture.

Panting loud at your little outburst. Colin turned his head a bit away. – “Well that was rather direct.” – he said, taken back by the intensity of your voice. Overwhelmed with exhaustion, you let yourself fall into an armchair. Head throbbing with a headache the fight. It might have been the biggest fight Colin and you endured. Colin went over to the letters, picking them up from the ground. He then returned to you, coming to sit beside you.

He opened the first letter, reading it out loud for you. His reading made you sit more upright and lean in to read the letter along with him. Colin and you opened every letter one by one, calmly discussing what to reply or how to manage your coins. Both seemingly calmed down and too worn out from the fight to continue bickering.

It was like this outburst needed to happen for Colin and you matched on a different level of understanding after that. The marriage was necessary, the best you could do was make it is comfortable as one could. Despite growing closer to each other, there still wasn’t any physical contact.

No hugs, no kisses and certainly not legitimating the marriage. Colin and you managed to find a lifestyle suitable enough for the income you had now. There were prospects for it increasing, but that took time.

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The carriage came to a stop as Colin got out. He offered you his arm as you took it to get out. – “I cannot believe Francesca is already debuting.” – you said unable to grasp how quickly she was growing up. Colin hummed soft, keeping your hand on his arm. – “I’m sure Anthony will have his hands full with now both Eloise and Francesca this season.” – Colin replied as he guided you inside. One of the doormen took your coat.

The warmth of the estate wrapping around your skin. The doorman gestured for you to head further. Colin and you arrived at another door. – “Do I look alright?” – you asked him as it was your first time out on a ball ever since the wedding. Colin turned to you, holding your chin with his thumb. – “You look wonderful.” – he replied, with a soft smile.

The doors opened as it startled Colin and you. Everyone at the ball, stared at the display. Colin cleared his throat lowering his hand on you. He took your hand, guiding you inside. Portia nudged Violet teasingly. – “What did I say.” – she whispered to Violet. Violet smiled, hopeful her son found happiness after all.

You joined the Bridgertons, hugging Violet. – “How are you feeling Francesca?” – you questioned seeing her look frightful with big eyes around. – “Bit overwhelmed.” Francesca answered in a quiet voice. – “Colin.” – Anthony called out, motioning with his head for his brother to follow. Colin gently removed your hand from his arm, following his brother to a more secluded area.

Kate wrapped her arm around you. – “A drink Y/n?” – she proposed. – “Yes please.” – you answered. Kate led you through the crowd to the staff was walking around with drinks. – “How are Colin and you?” – she asked, watching the dancers a bit. – “Quite alright.” – you answered with a smile. – “That is wonderful to hear.” – Kate filled in as she noticed a tray with glasses. She let go of your arm, taking two glasses, handing one to you.

Both of you took a sip, watching the dancers. – “Anthony?” – Kate said confused seeing her husband appear, making his way over to her. – “I simply must dance with you.” – he said taking her hand. Kate gave you a pleasing smile, handing her drink over to you before Anthony could steal her away. – “Well where is Colin?” – you called out, yet Anthony didn’t reply. Too focused on wanting to dance with his wife.

With a soft exhale, you emptied your glass with a few breaths. Turning around you placed your empty and Kate’s still full glass back on the tray. Bouncing a bit on your feet, you looked around for any sign of your husband. – “Miss Bridgerton.” – a man’s voice spoke from behind you. It made you turn your head in surprise. A lord came standing extremely close to you, his fingers trailing inches away from your arm upwards.

“Where is your husband?” – he asked looking briefly away to the people. – “He will be here shortly.” – you lied as the lord kept gazing at you. Making you a bit nervous. – “Such a shame he left you all alone.” - the lord began standing half in front of you. – “A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t be left alone.” – he added as you were stunned by his approach around you.

“My husband is looking for me.” – you said making steps to leave his side. A grip around your wrist, kept you from going any further, making you gasp. – “He’ll find you soon enough.” – he tugged at your wrist, pulling you back at him. – “Perhaps a dance while we wait?” – he proposed.

“Lord Thomas!” – the voice made you turn your head in shock. Colin approaching the man with his hands behind his back. He came by your side, taking the lord’s hand, throwing it off yours. – “Flirting with a married woman?” – Colin spoke judgingly. – “My wife for that matter.” – he added with a glare. Colin let his hand glide in yours, holding it in a firm grip. His stare stern and full of anger. – “We’re leaving.” – Colin called out, pulling you away from the lord.

“But… Co…colin your family… Francesca?” – you said between breaths while you tried to keep up with his pace. – “They need our support.” – you told him, looking over your shoulder to his family somewhere in the crowd. Colin led you outside, calling the carriage over. The carriage pulled over as he pushed you inside. It made you squeal soft, positioning yourself better before your husband joined in.

The carriage got in motion as it wobbled. – “Colin?” – you asked confused, wanting to know what overcame him to simply call it a night. – “Your brothers expect our support for your sisters.” – you reminded him. Noticing how hungrily Colin was staring at you. He groaned deep, setting himself off as he moved across. Cupping your cheeks as he forced his lips onto yours.

Eyes shot wide as his lips trailed yours. Kissing yours desperate and hungrily. Colin retrieved his lips, panting loud in your mouth. He let himself fall back across to his bench as he took you with him. Still cupping your cheeks. You dropped onto his lap as he pulled your legs open over his lap.

His eyes gazed back at you, till they went up. Taking out one of your pins so most of your hair fell down. Exhaling in your mouth, he drew you closer again. The hotness of his lips on yours. It made you grab onto his shoulders, pressing your fingers into him. With one motion of his finger, he tilted your chin up. Hands on your bottom as he pushed you slightly higher.

A soft gasp escaping your mouth as he started to kiss your neck. Trailing down to your bosom. Panting loud against your skin in between hot kisses. Colin let his hand trail up your neck, pushing your head back. Kissing your exposed neck deeper. The carriage wobbled as Colin had to push his hand out to the side, to keep his balance.

Looking down at him, you breathed out loud, curling up a smile. He did the same, grabbing you again. You leaned down, kissing him hard. With admiration he looked up to you. You kissed Colin once more as he finally claimed you as his wife. Who knew it only took one flirty lord for him to finally admit he loved you.

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REASSURING THEIR CHUBBY LOVER - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN

Warnings : reader is chubby, slightly suggestive, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : comfort n fluff <3

Additional notes : This is the only time I’ll be describing the reader’s physical appearance because of my rules for requesting!! But it was fun writing this as a person who spent most of their life as the chubby friend that men overlooked😔🙏🏽

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Resemblance- Part 3

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Part 2

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Summary: Evan brings (Y/n) along to the bachelor party and his sister's wedding to introduce her to his family. But when (Y/n) is introduced to Eddie, she resembles someone he used to know. And he can't help himself.

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"Who's Shannon?"

Tremors continued to rattle through (Y/n)'s body and she couldn't lift her eyes above the level of Evan's collar bone.

She couldn't look him in the eyes. She couldn't bare to see the agony, frustration and pure anger swirling in his eyes, despite knowing none of it was aimed at her. Just knowing she had caused all of those emotions made (Y/n) feel worse than she had ever felt in her life.

What had she done? She had destroyed Evan's friendship with the one person who was always there for him through thick and thin. The only person Evan could rely on for anything, other than Maddie. She knew Evan saw Bobby as his father figure and that caused them to have a few differences and disputes over the years, but Eddie was more than a brother to Evan. He was like another part of him. They were blood brothers. And now (Y/n) had gone and ruined that friendship.

(Y/n) moved her arms to wrap them around her chest as if she was giving herself a consoling hug, but she couldn't hide the wince that flashed across her face when she moved her left wrist. Eddie had most likely sprained it.

Evan lifted his gaze from his phone and looked across at (Y/n) while he continued to type out a message without looking at the screen. Something he had grown very good at over the last few years.

He leant his hips back against the dining chair while his teeth sank down in his lower lip.

Suddenly, the few feet of distance between them felt like an ocean, and Evan didn't like it. He didn't want this space between them that had happened when he started storming around the apartment in a rage while (Y/n) simply watched him.

"You know her, don't you? Evan, your face fell when I asked who she was… why does Eddie think I'm her?"

She had seen it in his eyes the moment she asked who Shannon was. She had seen the light disappear from Evan's pupils and the way his back prickled and his shoulders tensed. He became defensive almost immediately. Things clicked into place and (Y/n) didn't have to tell Evan what had happened for him to piece it together.

Suddenly, he wasn't asking her if she had Eddie had had some sort of fight or an argument. Suddenly, he wasn't looking at her like he was worried Eddie was simply coming onto her. He assumed Eddie had hurt her. He assumed Eddie had pushed himself onto her and frightened her and worried her. That one name, Shannon, was all Evan needed to become pent up and enraged.

He had to know who she was and how important she was to Eddie. And (Y/n) had to know too. She had to know why she set Eddie off every time she was around him.

Something rumbled at the back of Evan's throat before he dragged a hand across his face.

He nodded and looked back down at his phone to the message he had hastily typed out to Tommy.

*Sorry, something's come up, can't make it tonight and Eddie probably won't either. If you see him keep an eye on him, he was in a state earlier.

Despite how much rage was circulating through Evan's mind and body, he couldn't help himself. He couldn't help but worry about Eddie, even after what he had just done.

He had to tell Tommy that he wasn't going tonight, it wouldn't be fair to leave him hanging because he didn't think Eddie was going to turn up either. But Evan was worried. He didn't know where Eddie was going or what he was going to do and in that state, Eddie might do anything. He might start a fight and get himself hurt or into trouble. He might get himself drunk to the point of excess. He might drink and drive. Anything was possible, and it worried Evan.

He wanted Tommy to know because then Tommy might find him or at least talk to him and make sure he wasn't going to do anything stupid.

Tossing his phone onto the table behind him, Evan slouched back into the chair again until the wooden back was pressing uncomfortably into his hips and creating a burning sensation beneath his skin.

He dragged both hands up and down his face, breathing into his palms to stop himself from going into a panic attack.

He let his chin flop down and both hands moved to grasp the chair behind him, steadying himself before he looked across at (Y/n). Realising she had taken a daring step closer to him.

"Shannon was Eddie's wife, they were together since they were teens. She's Chris's mum."

Stones started to sink into the pit of (Y/n)'s stomach and she leaned forward as if they were weighing her down towards the floor. She could feel the wheels turning in her mind and it caused tears to prickle in the corners of her already burning eyes.

"I th- I thought Chris's mum was dead?"

Evan's silence cut through (Y/n)'s heart and the hollow look in his eyes made her jaw drop.

Oh God. Oh no.

That was why Eddie kept saying he missed her. That was why he had been so stunned when they first met at the bachelor party. That was why he kept begging her to come home and telling her how much he and Chris missed her.

It wasn't because she was someone who had walked out on Eddie a long time ago or someone who lived far away or who didn't want to see him anymore. It was because she was physically gone, there was no essence of Shannon left. Eddie was grieving and recovering from her loss and now (Y/n) had walked in and awoken all of those dying feelings, bringing the embers back to life.

(Y/n) tightened her arm around her stomach while her hand moved to cover her mouth. She could feel her throat tightening and closing up and her stomach was telling her she was going to be sick.

"Baby-"

"Do I look like her?"

There was a turbulent look floating through Evan's eyes and his lips curled down and his nose scrunched up. He didn't want to answer that. He didn't want to even think about answering that. What kind of response could he give?

'Yes, you look a bit like my best friend's dead wife.'

'You resemble her, that's why my best friend went off the rails and hurt you.'

"A little." It was all Evan could say. He hadn't noticed. He had only met Shannon on a few occasions before she died and he didn't talk to her very much or spend a lot of time around her. They were passing acquaintances, that was all, but Evan had seen photos of her and the resemblance wasn't astounding or pain-stakingly obvious.

It was a small thing, the crease around her eyes, her smile and maybe one or two facial expressions that distantly looked like Shannon. If Evan hadn't noticed at first and even Chris hadn't noticed or said anything, then it couldn't be such an obvious reflection.

It was only striking to Eddie because of how deeply he loved Shannon and how much she was woven into his life and into so many of his memories.

Tears bled down her face and she closed her eyes, trying to ward off the burning sensation in her eyes from how much she had cried over the last hour since Eddie arrived and subsequently left.

She was desperate to drag her fingers through her hair and tug on the strands until they all came loose. She wanted to scratch her nails up and down her arms and lash out and scream and kick and thrash around the apartment. But all (Y/n) could do was lean against the kitchen counter for support. The same counter Evan had pinned Eddie up against.

"I should have stayed away." (Y/n) croaked desperately, unhooking her arm from around her waist to plant both her hands down on the counter.

"What?"

"He said he missed me." (Y/n) could feel the venom rising in her voice as she hung her head down and took shallow, shaky breaths. "He said I shouldn't have left, that I should come home! I- I should have stayed away, kept at a distance… I should have asked sooner w-who Shannon was."

Everything she should and could have done swirled around in (Y/n)'s mind until she was going dizzy.

Why didn't she ask Evan who Shannon was when Eddie first called her that? Why didn't she decide after he kissed her that she had to stay away? If she kept a firm distance between them, if she didn't let Eddie in tonight or if she let him in but kept at a distance from him, this might not have happened. If (Y/n) acted cold and rude towards Eddie instead of trying to be friendly, he might not have done this.

If she tried hard enough to be an enemy instead of a friend, Eddie wouldn't have felt like he was looking at his wife. He might have resented her, and resentment was better than whatever infatuation Eddie now had with her.

"What do you mean?" When Evan crossed the distance to stand beside her, (Y/n) frowned and stared up at him. "What do you mean, sooner? Has he done this before?"

The stones in her stomach started to grow heavy when she realised what she'd said. She'd given herself away. She told Eddie she wouldn't tell Evan. She promised herself she wouldn't tell him and upset him or cause any further problems between them. Now she'd ruined everything. Again.

Shudders rocked her frame when Evan's thumb and finger held her chin and tilted her head up so their gazes were once again interlocked.

"(Y/n), tell me. Has Eddie tried to come onto you before tonight?" The single tear that traced down her cheek had Evan's body pulling in on itself and his throat closed off when she nodded in his grasp. "What did he do?"

There was something almost menacing in Evan's voice and it made (Y/n) whimper. She didn't want to tell him. What good would that do? How was Evan knowing the details going to make this situation any better? It would only pit Evan against Eddie even more than this and ruin their friendship. That was the last thing (Y/n) ever wanted to do.

But Evan wouldn't let go of her chin and he wouldn't look anywhere else but into her watering eyes.

And he was using her name. He never called her by her name unless something serious was going on. He was forever using nicknames and pet names for her and that was the way (Y/n) liked it.

"At the wedding last week… he pinned me to the wall, he called me Shannon and kissed me. Evan he promised not to do it again-"

"That's- that's why you were so anxious when we left. Why the Hell didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to cause problems, and he said he wouldn't do it again! If I- if I knew who he thought I was, I would have told you." (Y/n) could barely catch a proper breath when Evan let go of her chin and moved to drag his fingers through his hair instead.

She would have told him if she knew Eddie thought he was talking to his wife. If she knew he thought she resembled Shannon, she would have put as much distance between them as possible. She would have told Evan or in the very least, mentioned something to Bobby since he seemed to be a father figure to both men. She wouldn't have been so forgiving if she knew why Eddie had come onto her in the way he did.

"Fuck! Christ, baby you should have told me either way. You can't hide something like that from me and pretend everything's fine. God knows what he might've done if I didn't come home- he had you up against the wall for fuck's sake. Did he hurt you tonight?"

Every thought imaginable started to run through Evan's mind at the speed of light until he felt like he was going to overload his brain.

If he knew Eddie had done this at the wedding he would of said something. He would of made sure Eddie knew in no uncertain terms that he couldn't come near (Y/n) again. He couldn't talk to her or approach her or go within ten feet of her until he had his shit sorted out. Evan would have told him to go talk to his therapist again and to be careful. He couldn't go down this path because it wasn't going to work out.

She was Evan's partner and even if she wasn't, trying to be with someone who looked like his dead wife was a frightening insult. He didn't want (Y/n) because of who she was or how smart and caring and funny and sweet she was. He wanted her because he wanted her to look and act like Shannon. He wanted his wife back in whatever form he could get her.

But he couldn't do this. Eddie couldn't go down this road.

(Y/n) gasped when Evan suddenly reached out and took her hands in his. He pulled her hands closer, frowning when she winced which caused him to look down at her wrists.

He noticed when he first stormed into the apartment that she had been cradling both arms to her chest. And he had seen the way she winced or tensed when she was moving one of her wrists.

It was swollen. Her left wrist was still shaking and the skin was tender, bruised and starting to swell up. But it was the nail marks scratched into her skin that made Evan's blood boil.

"He wouldn't let go," She whispered quietly, wincing when Evan dragged his thumb across the back of her wrist. "He kept telling me to come home."

"That's all he did? He didn't… Christ, he didn't do anything else, you swear it?"

"No." (Y/n) shook her head, trying to squash Evan's worries and rid them from his mind. Eddie hadn't gone any further. He didn't hit her or attack her or hurt her in any other way and he didn't force himself on her.

That was what Evan was worried about, (Y/n) could see it in his eyes. He didn't want to believe Eddie would do something like that, but Evan didn't recognise the man he had thrown out of their apartment tonight. He didn't know that frightening look in Eddie's eyes and it made Evan wonder what he was capable of.

What would he have done if Evan hadn't come home when he did? What state would (Y/n) of been in if Evan came home ten, fifteen, twenty minutes later?

"He's, he's never called me by my name. Evan, he doesn't see me, all he can see is her. It's like he's living in another world, a delusion."

It hadn't struck (Y/n) as odd at first when Eddie didn't say her name. It wasn't until he called her Shannon that she realised he'd never uttered her name before. Now she could see that whenever Eddie looked at her, something clicked in his mind and the world shifted. He looked at her and forgot where he was. He forgot what time he was living in and he forgot reality. All he could see was his wife and all he wanted was to do what he could to get her back.

He wasn't safe to be around when he was like that, and (Y/n) didn't know what to do or what Evan could do, either.

"Okay, it's okay."

The panic finally started to die down in (Y/n)'s chest when Evan submerged her in his embrace. Her face tucked back into his shirt like she had done earlier and her arms bound around his torso so tightly she almost squeezed all the air out of his lungs. She felt his fingers tangle into her hair and his other hand pressed down against her lower back, keeping her secured in his arms.

He kissed the top of her head and leaned his cheek against her hair as he tried to think. What could he do? How could he make this any better? How was he going to fix things with Eddie? Was there anything he could do to make this situation bearable for them all?

"Evan, I- I'm so sorry."

"What?" His brows furrowed and he tilted his head so both his mouth and nose were smothered in her hair. He continued to brush his thumb across the back of her neck and realised he had begun to sway them from side to side.

"Eddie's your family, I've come between you. I didn't tell you b-because I didn't want to ruin your friendship or the family you have, but now, I've-"

"Baby, baby stop. You haven't ruined anything, okay? Eddie has fucked this up but I'm gonna try and make it better. I'll talk to him, and to Bobby. But none of this is your fault and I don't want you to think like that or even dare think about distancing from me. You're my family too."

Evan had a feeling that (Y/n) might just try and step away from him. She might retreat and keep herself at arms length to try and let Evan repair things with Eddie.

It was clear she wasn't going to be able to be around Eddie anymore, at least not for a while. That meant Evan was going to have to distance from Eddie too and keep these two relationships separate.

Evan didn't want (Y/n) to try and pull away from him. He wanted her to stay right here, wrapped up in his arms where he knew she was safe and loved. (Y/n) was part of Evan's family too, she was just as important to him as Eddie and Bobby and Maddie. She was one of them and Evan was going to protect her and fight to keep her here with him.

He was going to sort this out. Somehow.

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"You're in early, you pulling another double?" Eddie slung his bag off his shoulder and smiled as he walked into the locker room.

He rose a brow and glanced over at Ravi who was just finishing up getting into his uniform.

He moved towards his locker and placed his bag inside, reaching in for one of the newly washed shirts he had hanging up. But he looked around the locker when Ravi didn't answer him. Eddie could feel his brows knitting together in confusion when Ravi stared at him with a perplexed look.

Was he nervous? Why was he looking at Eddie like that? Out of all the people in the station, Eddie had been the one who didn't try and play tricks on Ravi or wind him up. He knew Ravi was always nervous around Bobby because he was Captain, and he was worried around Evan who was always trying to get him to do better and be better on shift. But not Eddie.

"No, I- I'm not on the B shift for the next two weeks… I swapped with Buck."

Those words sent knives striking through Eddie's chest and he could feel his heart seizing up in his chest.

What had Evan done? Who had he talked to? Why was he changing their shifts around?

They had routines, they worked together, almost every shift they had aligned together. They were always on the A shift and Ravi more often than not took the B shift because the latter shift meant more night shifts. And Ravi preferred nights, that was why they didn't often get to work with him.

"Why?" The dangerous tone in Eddie's voice had Ravi stepping back and looking around the empty room nervously.

He didn't want to say. He didn't want to repeat Evan's words that were still swirling around in his head from yesterday.

He could still hear the anger in Evan's voice and see the surprise on Bobby's face after Evan asked Ravi and Bobby for a chat in Bobby's office.

"I need a favour. I wanna be put on the B shift, just for a week or two. Can we swap?"

"Why?"

"Buck what's going on?"

"Ravi agreed so just switch the shifts, please?"

"I have to know the reason, Buck. If there's an issue I have to sort or be aware of-"

"Because if you don't I'm gonna rip Eddie's fucking head off."

A shudder tore down Ravi's spine at the memory. He could hear that gritty, low voice. He could see the rage in Evan's eyes and the panic written across Bobby's face before he agreed and dismissed Ravi for a private chat with Evan.

He didn't want to ask. He didn't want to know why his friend needed the swap. Ravi agreed, he would gladly help Evan out and change shifts, it didn't matter to him if he was now on the A shift, it would be a welcomed change. Just as long as he didn't get caught up in any drama or fights. He didn't want to be involved in whatever was going on here.

"Buck asked for a swap, I didn't ask why."

Eddie swung the locker door closed with such a thud that the locker itself bashed back into the wall and echoed around the whole station.

He left the locker room without another word and hurried into the main floor of the station, looking around for the person he had been avoiding for the last two days.

He hadn't called or messaged Evan. Not once. He had tried to give them both some space to calm down and he stupidly thought that Evan would be civil with him when they both came back on shift today. Clearly he thought wrong. He didn't think Evan would try and avoid him like this. He hoped they could talk and work things out.

He'd royally messed this up.

"Buck!" His voice boomed across the station floor when he spotted a familiar crop of sandy curls about to leave the station.

He stormed across to where Evan wasn't even turning in his direction, watching as Evan continued to walk off.

He had changed out of his uniform, giving away the fact that he had clearly just finished his shift rather than just starting it like he was supposed to start now, with Eddie. He was wearing slacks, a faded pair of trousers and a dark blue hoodie that, as per most of his clothing, was tight on the shoulders and very snug on the chest.

Evan didn't turn around until he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder and a rough grab that twisted him to the left.

His lips rolled together into a snarl and he huffed, shoving his phone back in his pocket while he dumped his bag on the floor. His head tilted back at an angle and he rose one brow, looking very distant and unamused as he stared down at Eddie.

"What?"

"You've swapped shifts, really? Can't we talk about this and work it out?"

"No." He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head with a dismissive tone. "I don't wanna talk to you, Eddie. I don't wanna be around you at all, not until you've sorted yourself out."

That was it. That was all Evan wanted to say on the matter. He didn't want to delve into this right now in the middle of the station. He knew they needed to talk, but not yet. Not while Evan still felt like he could happily smash his fist into Eddie's face and not feel an ounce of guilt about it.

It would be better if they kept their distance for a while and let each other simmer down. And Evan wanted Eddie to try and figure things out for himself, he wanted Eddie to talk to his therapist and work through this before they even tried to talk.

Bobby agreed. Once Evan explained the situation yesterday, he told Evan space was a good idea and that they both had to calm down. And he told Evan in no uncertain terms that (Y/n) should stay clear of Eddie. She shouldn't try and clear the air or get him to apologise or try and get the boys back talking. She had to stay away if she wanted to help because she was a trigger for Eddie and he clearly couldn't help himself right now.

"Buck we need to talk."

"No."

"You can't just avoid me until you forgive me. I'm not doing this, we have to talk." Eddie gave Evan a rough shove before he could think better of it. He was aiming to push Evan towards the gym that was to their right, but all he did was infuriate Evan further.

Evan spun on his heels and knocked Eddie back three feet, chest heaving and rage pure and unfiltered in his eyes.

"I don't want to forgive you Eddie. There, you wanna talk? Go ahead. Tell me why I should forgive my best friend for terrorising my partner."

Evan took a step back before he growled when Eddie snatched his car keys from his hoodie pocket. He took a deep breath, calming himself down because he could see Chimney from the corner of his eye, watching them closely from the ambulance.

His neck cracked from left to right before he stormed into the gym after Eddie who put the keys on the bench at the back. He wasn't going to prevent Evan from leaving, he needed him in here so they could talk without an audience. And he somehow knew Evan wasn't going to leave their conversation half finished like this. Evan couldn't do that unless he wanted to go home and have this conversation with himself in a hundred different ways, wondering how it would have turned out and what he could of said.

"Talk." Evan demanded in such a shrill tone that it was almost a roar. He waved a hand out at his side to emphasise his patience that was fading and his will that was also wading away as the seconds ticked by.

"I didn't mean to hurt her, to hurt you. You have to believe me-"

"No I don't."

"Would you just listen?" Eddie snapped while his hands found their place on his hips and one leg leaned out to the side in such a sassy manner that Evan would have snorted if the anger wasn't directed at him.

But it was hard to listen when all Evan wanted to do was either run off and hide or yell at the top of his voice until Eddie understood. He had so much he wanted to say but no time or patience to stand here and say it. He wanted to talk, he wanted to listen, he wanted to run and he wanted to stay put. All together, all at once. All feelings combusting inside of him, one by one.

"I- God, Buck I don't know where to start. I saw her at the party and I just, I don't know, I felt whole and broken at the same time. She reminds me of Shannon, and I can't get over that, over her. What would you do if you thought you saw your wife after losing her four years ago?"

Evan waited another few seconds to make sure Eddie was finished before he contemplated how to respond to that.

"Okay… but if you felt like that, then you tell me. Or you go to Bobby or your damn therapist. Instead, you kissed my girlfriend, Eddie. You scared her, then you promised you wouldn't do it again. And then I come home and you've got her pinned against the wall. Do you even know what you might have done if I didn't come in when I did? Would you have hit her, would you shout at her or push her down or try and force yourself on her?"

Panic fluttered across Eddie's pupils and he visibly winced, pulling in on himself at the thought.

No. He wouldn't have done any of that… he hoped.

He couldn't truly answer that because he didn't know. It was like a veil came down over his mind and it wasn't Eddie in control anymore. He wasn't the type of man who would do any of that. He would never hit a woman or raise his voice or intentionally hurt or fight with a woman or a friend or someone he loved. But who he was that night wasn't the man he was right now. He couldn't control that change, and it frightened him.

"I miss Shannon." Something broke in his voice and if Evan was looking at this from an outside perspective, he would have broken too. He would have gave in and consoled Eddie and saw this through his eyes.

But Evan wasn't looking at this from the outside, and he couldn't see this through Eddie's eyes either. From his own perspective, that wasn't enough. Missing Shannon wasn't enough for Eddie to go and do what he did, Evan couldn't accept that.

"She's all I ever knew, the only person who got me, who I wanted to be with, and God took her. And now, it- Buck, it feels like you've took my chance to have her back and I know that's not true, okay? I know how wrong I am, but it's how I feel."

"But she's not your wife, Eddie, I haven't come along and ruined your marriage or taken your wife. Shannon's dead, okay? She's gone and you can't try and mould my girlfriend into Shannon's doppelganger."

"You've never lost someone you loved, Buck! You've never had to live each day without them and then see someone and think finally, they've come back to you. She's just like my Shannon-"

Evan's fist slammed against the wall, putting a rather large dint in the plaster and causing a violent thud to shudder through the station and catch a few people's attention.

"You can't even say her fucking name!"

A wide grin spread across Evan's face and he ran his fingers through his hair, looking up at the ceiling as he started to laugh condescendingly. How messed up was Eddie? How messed up was he to believe that Evan was going to go along with this mess? Did he believe Evan would see this from his point of view when he couldn't even be true to himself.

He couldn't say (Y/n)'s name. She was right. Eddie couldn't see reality when he looked at her and even now, thinking about her blurred the lines between fantasy and reality and Eddie kept slipping into that dream. He kept seeing his wife instead of the completely different girl in front of him.

"Her name is (Y/n) and she's nothing like Shannon, but you can't see that because you're fucked in the head."

It was Eddie's turn to laugh before his lips curled into a cynical smile and he shook his head as if he didn't believe what he was hearing.

He lashed out and sent the heel of his boot rocketing into the bench, watching with glee as it toppled over and crashed into the stack of weights in the corner. The collision caught some more attention and he could of clapped when he saw Bobby aiming their way.

Just great. That was all they needed. Another person who wouldn't take Eddie's side. Even when Bobby knew what it was like to lose his wife and feel like the world was ending. Bobby would take Evan's side just like he always did because he was closer to him. And Bobby had his happy ending. He had Athena and Evan had (Y/n); but who did Eddie have?

Who was left for Eddie to love and be loved by? Who could Eddie be with when everyone seemed to leave him?

"Here we go, here's your back up come to save you. Go on, tell him what I've done. Get me put on leave 'cos I'm so fucked up. Get him to talk to me because even Bobby gets a second chance after killing fifty people but I can't have her because she's yours-"

"Shut the fuck up Eddie."

"You know what, I'd love to know what would have happened if you didn't come home that night. Maybe I'd of gotten lucky with your girl."

Evan lunged. Before he registered what he was doing, his right arm curved around Eddie's waist and he rammed his shoulder into the middle of Eddie's chest, level with his sternum. He pushed, forcing all of his weight forward until Eddie was toppling backwards and landed with a harsh thud on the polished floor with Evan's weight crushing down on him.

He reared back just enough to sit up and slam his fist down against Eddie's nose. Revelling in the way Eddie's head smashed into the floor and blood started to pour down his face.

"Enough!" Bobby's stern demand coursed through the air and before Evan could slam his fist down on Eddie again, he felt a pair of arms slip beneath his armpits. "Buck, get off him!"

Bobby shuffled back and dragged Evan along with him who kicked his feet out as a violent growl passed his lips.

He wanted to fling his arms out. He wanted to hit Bobby and tell him to get off so he could go for round two of attacking the stranger he didn't think he knew anymore. But he let Bobby stand him back on his feet and pin him against the wall with one firm hand in the centre of his chest. He held his arms out at his sides as a sign of surrender while Chimney rushed ahead and helped Eddie onto unsteady feet with a hand plastered beneath his bloody nose.

"I thought this was why I changed your shift pattern?" The condescending tone in Bobby's voice faded out as he stared across at Evan and noticed the pain hiding behind his eyes. "Buck, go home. Eddie, get in my office. Anything like this happens again on shift, I'll suspend both of you, now move."

Leaning over, Evan snatched his keys from the floor where they landed when Eddie kicked the bench over. He swirled them round on his thumb while his chest heaved and his head felt like it was full of air.

He was leaving. He was going home to be with his girl. And he would try to forget that this had happened, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. He couldn't see a way past this point.

What were they going to do?

#evan buckley #911 imagine #imagine #evan buckley x reader #pregnant! reader #evan buckley imagine #buck x reader #buck imagine

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misty-heartbreak · 1 day

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~You bring out his dark side

Summary: plotless smut

Warnings: Smut | Minors DNI | oral (m receiving) | praise/degradation kink

a/n - first time writing smut! i've been reading it for a while now and decided it was time to try writing it!

"you look so fucking hot right now" he said, as you crawled up his body from the edge of the bed. you had been eyeing him up all night, and had finally managed to get him away from his friends and into your room.

you place both your knees on the sides of his body, running your hand along his chest. "yeah?" you breathed, feeling your core get hot at the thought of what was directly below you. "what are you going to do about that?" you whispered into his ear, your hand rubbing down from his chest to settle directly above his dick, teasing him.

he groaned from a place deep within his chest, arching himself into your hand. he's head thrown back and his eyes shut, his breathing rapidly increasing. you pressed your palm into him, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "please baby, don't be a tease".

your mouth began to water at the idea of putting his dick in your mouth, so you popped open his jeans and pushed your hand inside. what you were greeted with caused a deep fire to spread from your core, your nipples hardening with awareness. his member was hard and leaking from the tip, aching for release.

"god baby, do something" he moaned, his chest rapidly rising and falling, a sheen layer of sweat on his forehead. you pressed your front to him, dragging your breasts across his chest, stomach, and groin as you lowered yourself down on the bed aligning your mouth with him.

you pushed his jeans and underwear down, releasing him. precum leaked from the tip, falling down his shaft. you grabbed the bottom of him, causing him to buck into your fist. "y/n" he groaned "please... ". feeding on his need for you, you opened your mouth and licked the trail of precum on the outside of his shaft. his hands lifted to the back of your head, holding you in place as he bucked his cock along your face. "fuck" he moaned, his legs beginning to shake as his hands tightened into fists in your hair. you gradually slide him into your mouth, lowering his shaft down your throat, feeling it expand with the size of him.

you began relentlessly moving your head up and down, feeling saliva pool in your mouth and dripping down the sides of him. your eyes begin to water as the need to breathe begins to overwhelm you, but the desire to feel him cum in your mouth is all you can think about.

"fuck baby, don't stop" he says as he pushes your head down. he begins to use his legs to thrust into your mouth, overwhelmed by feeling you all around him. "you're such a good girl" he says through each thrust, grinding himself against your face. he begins to unravel, continually pushing your head further into him as he thrusts himself as far down your throat as he can go.

he raises a hand behind him, gripping the head board so hard the wood begins to groan. he places his feet flat against the mattress, a determined look gleaming in his eyes, as he sets a more bruising pace. his whole body is focused on using you to meet his release. his balls begin to slap across your chin, his cock drenched in wetness each time it leaves your mouth.

your nose now pressed against him with how deep he's thrusting into you, you can't help but swallow around him. "FUCK" he shouts, grabbing your chin with his hand, he pulls you up to him, and smashes his lips to yours. his tongue pushing into your mouth, as his arms move around you to grab your ass in a bruising grip. he spanks your ass hard, causing you to crash into him and gasp out at the impact. "who knew you were such a dirty little slut" he rasps out as his other hand goes to wrap around your neck. "you just wanted to bring me out to play, didn't you baby" he says as he starts to tighten his grip around your neck. you feel blood pounding in your ears, your core so slick with wetness and feeling so empty you can't help but whine out.

"don't worry baby" he says as he grabs your hips, flipping you around onto the bed. He pushes your face into the mattress, one hand on the back of your head the other still around your neck, cutting off your ability to breathe. He grinds his cock against your clothed core, "I know just what you need".

#smut #imagine #rhysand smut #azriel x reader #acotar #daddy issues #daddy's good girl #x reader smut #bradley bradshaw smut #chris evans smut #lotr smut #rhysand x reader #harry smut #harry styles smut

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siriusly-parker · 2 days

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—jjk smau. "an apple a day..." part. 1

requested! you're scared of your next appointent

ʚ tags. fem!reader, suggestiveness, aged up characters, mention of mental struggles (yuji, therapist appointment), mention of inappropriate doctor check ups (nanami), but overall just stupid crack tbh lol

ʚ including. toge, nanami, yuuji, megumi

ʚ author's note. thank you guys for all the love on my first smau and for sending so many sweet requests!! i’m so excited about them and i’m working on answering them! this one was specifically for toge so his is a little longer <3 but his was so hard cause i’m brain dead with fanon toge and i’m not sure about his personality anymore 😭😭 i may make a poll or something so we can discuss that, i want to be more interactive and get your opinions on things! also this shit is NOT easy!! my phone storage is crying and so am i lolllll

꩜ likes, comments + reblogs are very appreciated!!

requests are open! -> comment which characters you’d like for part. 2 or for other smaus!! <3

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utterlyotterlyx · 1 day

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The Fox and The Fawn

High Lord Eris x Rhys!Sister!Reader x Azriel

Part Ten

Summary - The meeting between Eris, Helion and Tamlin looms meanwhile further betrayal lands you in a place that threatens to break you completely.

Warnings - angst, depression, mentions of torture and trauma, ptsd themes, kinda a dark part to this series.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine

The one special spot in his heart had ached through the night, like somehow, somewhere, you were pulling at the rope wrapped around his heart and soul. Though, Eris couldn't feel you, not truly, all he felt was the occasional pang in his chest that he had convinced himself was you, that it was your way of telling him that you were still there.

It was the only thing he could grasp onto that would give him any amount of hope.

Eris hadn't been able to sleep that night, not when he knew that the chance of getting you out lay in the minds of two other males, on their beliefs and morals. Instead, the High Lord lay on his, your, bed, staring up at the ceiling with an arm tucked behind his head. The thoughts wouldn't stop speaking to him, ones of horror at what Rhys was doing to you whilst he sat safely in Autumn, thoughts that told him how unworthy he was for not moving sooner.

An entire night had been spent that way, from dusk till' dawn, from when the sun set to when the birds began their morning greeting. Light slotted through the still-open curtains, Eris hadn't bothered to close them the night before, knowing that sleep would not grace him anyway. Tension lingered in the manor, it clung to each and every surface it could, seeping into the bones of every object it kissed; it was one of unknowing, and it was putting Eris on edge.

Swinging his legs to find the floor, Eris sat there for a moment, inhaling deeply and attempting to centre himself; his fists were balled up in the cream bed spread that still held the faint scent of you, and he rocked back and forth gently, imagining the ghost of you wrapping your arms around his chest and pressing your lips to his shoulder.

Eris didn't know how long he had sat like that, picturing you straddling him with that smile he loved so much pulling at your lips. Eris was content in sitting like that for the rest of his days if it meant that a part of you was alive within his mind. A curt knock pulled him from the thoughts, and he didn't bother turning around when the door opened and Lucien appeared, "Helion and Tamlin will be arriving soon, just in case you wanted to put a shirt on or something."

Lucien had been trying his best to bring some joy to Eris' world since you had left, he thought that you would have wanted that.

A fleeting moment of silence encapsulated the air, then Eris turned his head to the side slightly, only by a couple of inches to make it clear that he was listening, "Lucien," Eris swallowed hard and from where Lucien stood, he saw his brother fight against the tears threatening to dampen his mask, "Do you really think that she'll make it back?"

The window of the bedroom had become more of a mirror to his dreams recently, he envisioned himself rising one evening after soft waves of your scent reawakened his land to look through that window and see you lingering at the end of the path that led to the manor. Each time he looked through it, he almost crumbled with the disappointment.

Lucien had moved closer to his brother, perching on the spot beside him and sighing, "I think that there is no world that exists where she would ever truly leave you behind," Eris' chin was bowed low, he didn't wish for Lucien to side the more vulnerable side to him, no one ever had really, no one but you, "Whether she knows of the bond or not, y/n loves you. Only a fool would be blind to it."

"I remember when I first met her. It was after you had found Feyre and I, when we had returned from the Night Court after that encounter," Lucien's eyes flickered as he recounted the memory, like the images were replaying in his mind, "I remember being intimidated by her, and all she did for a couple of days was observe me, watch me closer than I ever had been before. Then one day she sat beside me and handed me a book after not speaking more than two words to me, she said that she had found me in the library staring at the spine for a second too long and knew that I was intrigued by it so she went and bought me my own copy," a fond sad smile grew on his lips, then soft amusement flashed in his eyes, "She said no one could ever take a single book from that library without her permission, she had the entire place warded against it. It was then that I knew that she was meant to be in my life in some form, no one had really taken a moment to observe me in a way that mattered. It made me feel bad actually, I thought she was watching me to decipher if I was some kind of threat when actually she was figuring out the ways to help me feel more comfortable and adjust to the life I found myself living."

"She still kept her distance a bit, but I'd often find the odd title left on my bed or some kind of Spring Court baked good on my table. It was her way of showing that she cared, she was the only one out of all of them that really made an effort with me. You hear the stories of her, of how terrifying and monstrous she is, but then you stand with her for a moment and know that she is the most pure thing to ever walk this world," Lucien closed his eyes and dropped his shoulders, and he whispered, "I miss her."

Eris rested a hand on his shoulder and squeezed slightly, "So do I, brother. So do I." Eris sighed, the weight of the truth weighing down on him.

"I need to tell you something, about y/n." Eris felt the sidelong glance streak down the side of his face, "When she was Under The Mountain, Amarantha took a special liking to her, she knew that y/n is the most powerful being in Prythian, and she had a theory. Wings are the most sacred thing to Illyrians, they're basically entangled with their souls, and Amarantha suspected that she would be able to alter y/n's soul through them." A chill shrouded the room, "Amarantha placed the stone of a demon in her mutilated flesh the night she took her wings, believing it was a direct line to possessing her, to giving her body as host to the demon trapped within the stone."

"The Monster of Velaris is real, Lucien. It's just not y/n."

Lucien's mouth had gone dry the moment Eris had suggest that you had been experimented on, shaking his head, he demanded more information, "She is sharing her body with a demon? Does she know? How do you know this?"

Straightening his back and looking beyond the window, to the place he always imagined you to be, Eris blinked, and then answered, "Honestly? I don't know if she does," Then the cogs began to turn, "Rhys sent Nesta and Azriel on a mission before I brought y/n here, he sent them Under The Mountain. Nesta found a journal of sorts written by Amarantha on all the things that have happened to her. Things that happened before Amarantha even met her."

"What do you mean?"

Eris didn't want to say it, he didn't want it to be real, not because of his lack of love for you, but because what Rhys had done to both of you was cruel, and if you knew, it may very well shatter your light. And it threatened to shatter his light too.

"We are Carranam. Our bond flows deeper than just mates," he said as though being mates was a fickle speck in the grand scope of what he felt, "Our magic flows as one, our minds reach out for one another. I made her more powerful, more of a threat, and Rhys was ordered to wipe our minds of each other," his fists clenched in the sheets at the thought, "We were in love, Lucien. I always knew it was her, even when I couldn't remember her or our time together, I knew."

Eris was the only person that you had encountered that hadn't looked at you in terror and ware, he looked at you like some precious priceless antique, he admired you from afar and could only wish to one day be graced with some part of you. Eris had never been nor ever would be afraid of you.

Neither would Lucien. "And where is this book now?"

A nudging feeling knocked on Eris' shoulder, notifying him of the two presences that had slipped through the wards from opposite sides of the boarder. Eris rose to his feet, crossing the room and beginning to dress himself in the mirror that he occasionally found you twirling in front of wearing an array on new garments that now lay in the wardrobe in waiting, "It's in the library in the House of Wind."

But that moment wasn't the right one to talk of it, not when two High Lords were approaching the manor eagerly intrigued to know of the message scribed between the lines of Lucien's summons. The two Vanserra brothers had a role to play, a vital one that would allow them to have some form of hope, that would bestow them with allies to demand your freedom.

With a shaky inhale, Eris willed the mask of the High Lord of the Autumn Court to fall over his eyes and prayed to the Mother that it would be enough to save you.

It had become clear quickly that your presence in the River House was enough to make anything with sense scatter to the farthest reaches of the city. Not a single heartbeat other than your own could be heard, it thumped so intensely that it rattled the house.

Something didn't feel right.

A poisonous venom had seeped into your bones and mind, it threatening to wilt your soul and spirit, and for the first time in your life, you felt the darkness begin to salivate over the lightest part of you. The part of you that had always been untouchable, where everyone you loved lay safely.

Rubbing the spot on you chest over your heart, you frowned at the gentle tugging pulling at you, but you continued to ignore it the best you could. Like you had since the moment you stepped beyond the wards of Autumn.

The house had been watching you, reading you, and a small smile graced your face as you turned the corner to find a steaming bowl of soup and bread waiting on the countertop. No one is here to stop you, take it, the home seemed to scream, and you were happy to indulge the order. The hem of your skirt skittered along the floor and brushed against your skin as you stopped in front of the meal, inhaling the aroma of roasted vegetables, chilli and honey; you dived in right away, scooping the spoon left on the counter into the concoction and humming when it hit your lips.

Weak fingers curled around the edge of the surface, using it as leverage to keep you from crumbling to the floor at the first real nutrition you had consumed in what felt like weeks. Time had become scattered to the point where you weren't sure how long you had been locked up in that room or how long exactly you had been a prisoner of the Night Court.

Even looking at your reflection had become strenuous. You couldn't bare to see the sullen cheekbones or the pallid hue that had possessed your skin let alone the dimmed fire in your eyes. Even the twin tattoo of Azriel's had seemed to fade, on the brink of collapse and withering at the loss of fulfilment. There was no point in looking after yourself, you knew that the chances of making it out alive were slim regardless of the alliances made with Cassian and Mor.

A faint creak sounded through the house, an opening of a door, and you froze as a soft melodic voice vibrated through the home, "Hello?" It sounded so familiar, the voice held a certain softness to it, a softness you knew very well but couldn't quite place in your haze, "It's Gwyn," she wavered, "I just wanted to drop off some treats for y/n?" A footstep echoed as the priestess delved further into the home, probably feeling the icy atmosphere coil around her frame.

Without thinking, you stepped out from the threshold of the kitchen and winced when the basket between her fingers crashed to the floor, "Oh gods," Gwyn scrambled to repack the delicately wrapped treats back into the basket and did her best to pick every crumb from the carpet before placing it to the side and approaching you, tentatively, like she had found a wounded animal in the middle of a forest.

"Gwyn," your shakily reached for her and she slid her hands into yours, her warmth instantly soothing the ache within you for a kind touch, "Are you really here?"

Gwyn glanced to your neck, to the inky black veins poking out from the onyx collar locked around your throat, and then to your wrists where her fingers had licked against the same stone, "What is this?"

"Rhys put these on me, they block my magic," the stone purred against your skin, relishing in the life pouring into it, "I'm a prisoner here now, I can't leave."

"Rhys did this to you?" Rhys her High Lord? Rhys your brother by blood? Rhys?

Humming gently, you felt the air swirl, a soft caress from the house that sought to warn you that soon enough you wouldn't be alone, "Gwyn I need you to do something," he grasped her arms desperately, her blue eyes gazed at you with water gathered on the bottom lid but she nodded, "I need you to get a message to Nesta and Eris, they're at Fir Manor in the Autumn Court. You tell them that I am here and what Rhys has done to me, you tell them that I am turning people to my side. You tell them that I love them and that if I don't make it out of here then they have to know that there is no place they could go where I wouldn't be walking beside them."

The world rumbled and you knew then that the presence approaching was not kind or understanding, it was everything opposite of that, "Take the basket and go, Gwyn," you glanced to her, "Get out of here before he sees you."

Gwyn hesitated but turned and left, her braid flowing over her shoulder as she swept up the basket of pastries in her fingers on her exit. The girl was clever enough not to linger, and you mustered up whatever little power that still dwelt within you, the last speckles of magic left, to glamour her scent just as Rhys stalked through the back door.

Rhys sniffed the air and his pupils dilated before his gaze landed on you, his frail and hunched over sister stood in the doorway that no longer reeked of Autumn. The house had whisked away its offering before he had entered, leaving no remnants of its care toward you and returning to its usual position of bystander. A talon reached to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, it trailed down your cheek and along your jaw, then it grasped your chin and jolted your head to meet the gaze of its owner.

"Azriel tells me that Helion and Tamlin entered the Autumn Court this morning," his head ticked to the side and his eyes darkened, he drew you closer into his body, "Seems as though your friend is rallying support."

Azriel.

Of course he was still watching over Autumn.

It was foolish to believe that you could change his mind, it was obvious that he served the delusional thoughts and beliefs of your brother, the only one who did actually. Pain struck through your body, and if it weren't for Rhys holding you up, you would have sank to the floor.

Gone were the days of entering your room to find him propped up on your comforter reading a book. Gone were the days of his showering affections and ghosting touches, of his lovesick gaze and bright smiles. Gone were the nights at the cabin promising to always care for one another and planning your futures around one another. It was all gone.

Standing chest to chest with Rhys, you could see his eyes morph to black, and now that you were powerless it was enough to terrify you, and you felt yourself shrinking in his embrace, "I have no hand in what Eris does."

"I know that my sweet sister," he pressed his lips to your forehead and smiled at the chilled caress that met them, "It just means that I now have to move you somewhere much less comfortable."

"You're a psychopath."

Rhys' smile widened into a grin and his grip wound around you a little tighter, "I prefer creative."

The world evaporated in a kaleidoscope of colour, and then you were somewhere dark and cold, where the only sound was the occasional dripping from the open sky light that allowed little to no light into the room. A metallic stench clung to the air, it was moulded with despair and longing, a horribly dark and lonely aura encapsulated the space. Dark stone encased you, no windows existed bar the one that lingered a hundred feet overhead, and the only source of light burned from the lanterns glowing every few metres, making the stone floor glow, and then you realised where you were.

The Prison.

Where the most vile and corrupt creatures were locked away and forgotten about.

Coiling his fingers around your upper arm, Rhys dragged you down the halls, groans and manic laughter emitted from the cells as they hurtled past and you bare feet struggled to keep up with Rhys' pace. You fought against his grip, using your digits to try and pry his hand from your flesh but it was no use, you had little to no strength left, you had used the last parts of your magic to glamour Gwyn's scent.

The rattling of your chains had spurred on the inhabitants of The Prison, all of which had pressed their eyes against their gates and were trying to reach you, their fingers brushing against your flesh as you pleaded with Rhys to stop whilst they whispered and hissed into the abyss.

The Princess.

Demon.

Death.

"Rhys, please, you can't do this. Please." The queen that lived within you had vanished, she had retreated into the darkest part of you for refuge and watched on as the last bulb of your light flickered.

His pace did not falter at your cries, and the unsettling vocalisations of the prisoners continued on, "I'll be back for you once this all blows over," he rounded the corner and you saw the open door, of a room that awaited to devour you and everything that you were or could be. Rhys tossed you inside, not even flinching when your knees collided with the floor and your body slumped against the poor excuse of a bed, it was more like an altar, like the one Amarantha had chained you to that night. Upon further reflection you discovered that the altar didn't just look like it, it was an exact replica of the one in her torture chamber.

Groaning doors pulled and locked into place and you crawled to it, bottom lip wobbling and resolve disappearing more with each passing moment. Grasping the bars, you hauled yourself up, clearing your blurred vision to see Rhys turning away from you and heading back in the direction where he had dragged you from, "Rhys! Please. Please don't leave me here. Please."

Soft sobs broke through your lips when he didn't even move his head and winnowed from sight. Turning from the bars, you sank to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest, your body shook furiously as it took in the darkness that welcomed you like an old friend, and that altar grinned at you like a loaded gun. Rhys knew exactly what he was doing when he put that in the chamber, it was his final attempt to break your mind, to put you back into the worst moment of your existence and watch as you succumbed to it.

For the first time in awhile, your mind was silent, no bickering thoughts swarmed around the canvas of it and in any other moment you'd be relieved, but you yearned for them to speak to you, to tell you what move to make next.

Raking your fingers through your matted hair, you allowed yourself to fall apart, muffling your cries into the torn skirt of your grey gown that drowned your figure. The writhing muscles in your shoulders caused you no pain that you hadn't already felt, and so you ignored them and crawled to the altar, pulling the thin pillow and blanket from the cold surface, finding a place in the corner of the cell and curling into a ball atop of it.

"Please keep him safe," you asked the Mother in a hushed tone, fixating your gaze on the wall, on any place that wasn't the altar, "Please allow his pages to turn gently," a tear rolled down your cheek, "Please."

As if your prayer had reached the recipient, a soft breeze swirled at your lower back, seemingly fitting the blanket tighter around your wilting body, and you sighed. The Prison wasn't a place that anyone walked out of alive, and you knew that you were no exception to the eons old knowledge.

No sleep dared to coax you, there were no happy dreams that could soothe you, and all you could do was stare at the stone alter that had cooed to your will shrouded in darkness as the first branch of your mind cleaved in two.

Author's Note

Here it is! Kind of a tough one to write x

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sturnioloslut · 2 days

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would feel good wrapped around my cock- ahem, what?😅

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 2 days

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Angst Prompts/Dialogue that hurt

(Not all of these are my quotes. I found some of them over various platforms and just wanted to make a collection for writers to use, so if anyone knows where they are from please comment them so I can credit them)

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“I don’t think I could love anyone the way I loved you.”

“And they smiled, maybe not at me but, after all this time they still smiled, so I’ll smile too.”

“We tried so hard to not be torn apart. But, at the end of it all, we both wanted something different. I wanted you and you…You didn’t want them to know.”

“It’s not like you ever understood me anyway.”

“They were like the two sides of a coin. Forged together but never facing the same direction.”

“I’m tired of being broken.”

“Where did we go wrong?”

“You’ve never loved me, have you? It’s always been them.”

“I love you (Character name), I always will but I just don’t think we were meant to be.”

“Maybe in another lifetime we’ll get our happy ending.”

“You were the reason I stayed. It’s just a shame I wasn’t yours.”

“I wonder how it’s possible to hurt so much when there’s nothing wrong.”

“Take care of them for me, please?”

“I love you-” “No, you don’t. Please stop lying to yourself.”

“Is this goodbye?”

Want a part 2?

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sethsclearwater · 3 days

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paul comforting his imprint when she wakes up from a nightmare while they’re spending the night together? 💗💗

so cutie🥺

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you sat up with a gasp as you finally woke up from the seemingly neverending nightmare you'd been having all night. you could hardly catch your breath, your heartbeat going wild in an attempt to keep up with your body as your mind raced with fading images of the nightmare you'd had.

"hey, hey-" paul's voice was raspy as he woke up, the sudden movements on your end freaking him out a bit as well as he tried to orient himself enough to figure out what was going on with you.

he sat up with a groan, cupping your face in his hands so he could get a better look at you, "breathe princess," he reminded, frowning when he felt the warm tears that had started rapidly streaming down your cheeks, "you're okay," he murmured, leaning forward to press his lips to your forehead while he allowed you a few moments to compose yourself.

you were still too worked up to respond to him, instead just wrapping your arms around his shoulders so you could pull him close to you and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

paul helped you into his lap, quickly realizing it was most definitely another nightmare as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you close to him, "breathe princess," he reminded again, gently running one hand up and down your back soothingly as you sniffled into his shoulder, the sudden influx of tears from your end leaving both of you worried.

"deep breaths," he murmured, pressing his lips to your hair while he listened to your heartbeat slowly calm down to a somewhat normal rate, "there you go, doin' so good," he praised, voice soft.

your grip slowly loosened around his shoulders as your tears slowed as well, both of you sitting quietly as you calmed down, "you wanna talk about it?" he asked after a moment, voice quiet as it muffled against your hair though you could still easily make out what he was asking thanks to the otherwise silent room.

you shook your head, just tightening your grip around him which had paul frowning, continuing to gently run his hand up and down your back as you worked at calming yourself down, "do you think you can go back to sleep?" he murmured, already prepared to spend the rest of the night up with you to make sure you were okay.

shaking your head again, you sniffled before lifting your head from his shoulder to peek up at him, "how about we put a movie on, yea?" he suggested when he saw your tear streaked cheeks.

"okay," you whispered, finally working up the courage to speak despite how shaky you knew your voice was going to be, "thank you," you added with a whisper, another round of hot tears streaming down your cheeks when paul pressed his lips to your forehead.

"let's get that movie on," paul suggested, sliding his hands down to your hips to give them a squeeze before he was reaching over to the nightstand to grab the tv remote and put something on.

while you untangled yourself from his lap, paul made quick work of putting on some random romcom that was in the recommended section of your shared netflix account. you curled into his side, pulling the blanket up to your chest as he wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you close.

"there you go princess," paul murmured when he saw that your seemingly never ending tears had now reduced to just a few stray ones every few moments. he handed you your hydroflask, silently encouraging you to take a few sips as the movie started.

as the movie started, you allowed your mind to be pulled away from the nightmare and into the scene, slowly relaxing into paul's side so the two of you could finally relax a little bit.

#paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote fluff #paul lahote angst #paul lahote blurb #twilight #the twilight saga #paul lahote one shot #paul lahote one-shot #twilight imagine #twilight wolfpack #twilight wolves #imagine #blurb #fluff #angst

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qu1cks1lversb1tch · 19 hours

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You: I'm gonna go be a stripper at this fucking rate

Angel: DOOOOO IIIIITTTTTTTTT, no balls

You: 👀

Lucifer: [Y/N], no.

Angel: [Y/N], YES!!!

Lucifer, throwing literal stacks of cash at you: NO. NO. NO. NOOOOOO.

You: . . . Okay

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #lucifer hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust #lucifer magne #angel dust x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin imagine #imagine #incorrect quotes

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aphroditelovesu · 2 days

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Heyaaaa, how are you, babe? Can we have a Yan!Platonic Nico di Angelo and Yan!Platonic!Percy Jackson with a daughter of Poseidon ‘reader’ (aka Ayane Ishikawa my OC XD), pretty please? They discussing who would be the best big bro to Ayane lol 🥺🥺

❝ 💀 — lady l: hii, babe! I hope you like it. It's a little short and very soft yandere, but it's more focused on their relationship, which, by the way, I'd love to hear you describe! 👀

❝tw: none, i think? just fluff and very soft yandere.

❝🌊pairing: platonic yandere!nico di angelo, platonic yandere!percy jackson x daughter of poseidon!reader.

❝word count: 850.

You loved your brothers. You really did. Percy was always protective and the comical relief you needed sometimes and Nico was sweet and protective of you too, but he was less controlling than Percy.

You sometimes found it funny how they were always fighting over you. Percy was really your brother but you considered Nico as your brother too. The son of Hades became attached to you the moment you, Percy, Annabeth and Thalia found him with Bianca at that school. His protectiveness only increased after his sister's death.

You loved them deeply. You would be willing to die and kill for them and you knew the feeling was mutual. But sometimes.... They were a little too much to deal with and you liked having a moment alone, something that since your arrival at Camp Half-Blood had become almost impossible.

You remembered your first day at Camp Half-Blood. Percy was excited to show you everything, from Thalia's Pine Tree to the Big House. Nico, on the other hand, seemed more reserved when you first met, but you knew he was only concerned about ensuring your safety. The first days were full of adventures and discoveries, but also a lot of responsibilities and hard training.

There were days when everything seemed like a whirlwind. The missions, the training, the council meetings... Percy and Nico were always by your side, but sometimes, you missed a moment of peace. A moment of your own.

One afternoon, after a particularly grueling workout, you decided you needed some time to yourself. Leaving a simple note for Percy and Nico – "I'm fine. I need some time alone. I'll be back soon." – you ventured out of Poseidon's cabin. You walked into the forest near the camp, a place where the sounds of nature offered a welcome solace from the chaos of the camp.

You found a small clearing, lit by the afternoon sun. You sat down on a fallen log, taking a deep breath and letting the calm surroundings wash over you. It was the first time in weeks that you could hear your own thoughts.

The only company was the dryads and some satyrs looking for these dryads. You smiled as a dryad waved at you and turned into an oak tree.

As you were lost in your reflections, remembering peaceful moments before your life turned into a whirlwind of battles and quests, conflicts with gods, and your relationship with your divine father, you heard a faint rustling in the leaves. You looked around, your heart racing a little, but you relaxed when you saw that it was just a curious squirrel. You just hoped your brothers weren't spying on you like they had many times before.

Time passed quickly, and before you knew it, the sun began to set. You knew it was time to go back. Although you loved your brothers and the camp, you knew that these moments of solitude were essential to maintaining your sanity. You stood up, feeling refreshed and ready to face whatever came next. And you knew that what would come next would be a whirlwind of questions from your brothers.

When you returned to the cabin, Percy and Nico were waiting for you, with mixed expressions of concern and relief. Percy was the first to speak, ''Are you okay?! We were worried.''

You smiled as you saw the concern in Percy and Nico's eyes, and realized how much they truly loved you, "I'm fine, really.'' You replied, trying to reassure them. ''I just needed some time to think.''

Percy sighed, clearly relieved. "We understand, but next time, give a little more notice, okay? We almost set up a search of the entire camp."

Nico, who had remained silent, finally spoke up, ''We know you need time for yourself, but you're important to us too. We want to make sure you're safe.'' There was an intensity in his voice that showed how seriously he took his responsibility to protect you and you knew that this responsibility, this protection came from a pain that he would always keep within himself.

You nodded, understanding their concern, ''I know, and I appreciate that. I promise I'll let you know better next time.''

As if there will be a next time.

That night, instead of going out for another training session, the three of you decided to spend time together, just talking and laughing. Percy told funny stories about his first days at Camp Half-Blood, while Nico, a little more reserved, shared some memories of his childhood with Bianca.

You loved them and you knew it. But they tended to become increasingly overprotective when you decided to leave without warning. They hated it when you did that. Were you that naive? The camp might be safe but they didn't trust the other demigods and gods. Nico and Percy that night, after you fell asleep, made an oath to each other.

You wouldn't go out alone anymore. And they would be sure that you would obey that. It's not like you really have a choice.

#percy jackson #pjo #yandere percy jackson #x reader #yandere nico di angelo #platonic yandere #yandere percy jackson x reader #yandere nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo x reader #percy jackson x reader #imagine #yandere imagine #percy jackson and the olympians #platonic #yandere pjo

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ash-rigby · 2 days

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Naga boyfriend with aphrodisiac venom going down on you and biting your thigh between every orgasm he works out of you so each time you're more and more sensitive; moaning, throbbing uncontrollably, unable to stop cumming for that greedy mouth of his.

#text #spicy #terato #exophilia #imagine #monster imagine #monster boyfriend imagine #naga #naga boyfriend #this is just the concept for my next story...thought i'd share in this format

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awontonhousewife · 1 day

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If she can make you growl through the internet imagine what she could do in person.

#imagine

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megalony · 9 hours

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I Need To Help You

This is a new Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by @heart-35 I hope you like how it turned out.

I would love to do a follow up if anyone is interested/ has any ideas.

@zoeybennett @mrspeacem1nusone @zephyrmonkey @estella-novella

@shauna-carsley @dottierose @cfdhouse51 @darkfemme1 @rainechase45 @ml572 @jessie-lynn28 @lolalolsstuff @senjoritanana

Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) hasn't been feeling well lately, and when she gets worse while Eddie is at work, Chris has to call him to come home and help.

Enjoy.

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A headache began to cloud over behind (Y/n)'s eyes and churn in tandem with the storm raging in her stomach. She felt like she was going to be sick. She felt like her brain was going to shut down and go unconscious at any moment.

Her head tilted down to press into her hands and each shallow breath she took fanned against her palms and blew hot air right back at her. But something about it was calming. It was soothing to feel each breath and try to control the state of frenzy she felt like she was going into.

But with her head bent forward into her hands and her back arched over, (Y/n) could feel herself beginning to slip. Her head was leaning down more and more until her body was on the verge of falling off the armchair.

All she wanted was for the sickness and the unease to go away. She didn't need this right now. She didn't want this now. Not considering the amount of migraines she had been getting lately and the two sickness bugs she had gotten last month, curtesy of Chris who seemed to always pick them up at school.

The doorbell jolted (Y/n) out of her wallowing state and acted as a restart button in her system. Suddenly, after the bell chimed, (Y/n) could hear the tv softly playing the music channel in the background. And she could hear Chris singing in the dining room as he did some arts and crafts. And she could hear the shower vaguely in the background and the Queen anthems blasting from the bathroom where Eddie seemed to be having his own private concert.

Everything came flooding back to her in waves and she allowed herself to slide down off the chair and down onto her knees so she could restart her body.

The doorbell chimed again and she quietly groaned, using the chair as leverage to get herself up and moving towards the hall.

It was too early to be Buck coming round to pick Eddie up for quiz night. It wasn't likely to be Maddie. (Y/n) was sure her sister was on shift today and Chimney would be home with Jee.

She couldn't think who it would be as she shuffled towards the door on unsteady feet.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and tried to hold her chin up and straighten her shoulders as she unlocked the door. Greeting anyone while she was doubled over and looked like she had just woken up from a thousand year nap wasn't going to give the best impression, no matter who was on the other side of the threshold.

"Hello?" Her smile contradicted the confusion and unease in her voice when she looked at the woman on the doorstep.

(Y/n) didn't know her.

The woman had long flowing brown hair and a fringe that was long enough to cover her brows and almost curve right into her eyesight. Her hair settled nicely across her shoulders in long chocolate waves like a river and her eyes matched the colour of her hair. But there was something almost scrutinising behind her eyes that set (Y/n) on edge.

And she wasn't too sure about the woman's smile either. It was a tight smile, as if smiling any wider or relaxing any further would cause her to fragment into pieces.

She had one hand around her bag on her shoulder and her other hand was nervously rubbing across her hip like she had too much energy and didn't know what to do with herself.

"Can I help you?" (Y/n) did her best to smile again and she tried not to let all of her weight lean on the door in case her knees buckled beneath her.

She leant her cheek against the door and clung to the handle while her weight shifted from her heels to her toes.

"Oh, I… I was looking for Eddie? Eddie Diaz?" The woman took a daring peek behind (Y/n) to try and see into the apartment. To try and catch any glimpse of Eddie and assure herself that she had come to the right house and found the right person.

And (Y/n) could understand that. She could understand how much courage and nerves it took to go to a strange place and wonder if she had the right address and wonder if she would be welcomed or shunned. But as nervous as the woman looked, she also seemed determined and maybe not like she was in a rush, but like she was impatient for something.

"He's just in the shower, he'll be out soon." (Y/n) took a deep breath and rolled her lips together before she tried to form a bit of courage and make sure she didn't sound too rude. "Um, who should I say is here?"

She snook a glance over her shoulder, but she could still faintly hear the rock music blasting all the way from the bathroom at the back of the house. If the music was still playing, Eddie wasn't out yet. (Y/n) didn't feel okay with welcoming a total stranger to wait in their home. She didn't know this woman and until Eddie came out and helped this situation, (Y/n) didn't want to let her inside.

"I'm Shannon. Who are you?" Her smile started to dampen around the corners, giving away her thinning patience.

Something sharp clawed at (Y/n)'s chest and made her stomach squeeze uncomfortably when realisation set in.

This was Eddie's ex-wife. This was Chris's mum. This was the person Eddie hadn't seen in four years, even when he got divorced, he never saw Shannon face to face. All of that had been done through the divorce lawyers, without fuss, without contempt.

(Y/n) never thought she would get to meet Shannon, and a big part of her wasn't sure she was too happy to meet her either. This was the woman who had so easily walked out on both boys. She left Eddie and walked away from Chris without looking back. And (Y/n) was an understanding person. She could sympathise and agree and understand a lot of different perspectives.

She could understand that Shannon needed a break. She needed to be with her family, she was at her breaking point. All of that was understandable, but walking away and never looking back was unfathomable. How she could leave without saying goodbye. How she could go every Christmas and birthday and not send a card. How she could so easily turn a blind eye and not have the decency to call and ask how Chris was. That was something (Y/n) couldn't come to grips with.

She had come to think of Chris as her own son and even the notion of going one day without knowing how he was made (Y/n) feel paranoid and sick to her stomach.

Shannon left four years ago and she didn't look back. She cut all the ties and connections she had with them and left Eddie to explain and pick up the pieces and try to tell Chris that it was nothing Chris had done that made his mother leave.

"I'm Eddie's wife."

(Y/n) rolled her lips together into a thin smile that showed unease and discontent and a small bottled up token of rage that she couldn't unleash.

She found herself standing up straighter and moving onto the doorstep so she could pull the door until it was open only by a partial gap. She didn't want Chris to hear and find out who was at the door. Not when (Y/n) had no idea why Shannon was even here.

How would Chris take this if he found his mother on the doorstep? He would think this was a sign that she was coming back to him. And if she left again, (Y/n) and Eddie would have to deal with the aftermath. They couldn't let him get hurt a second time. They couldn't take that risk.

She could see the anger that swirled in Shannon's eyes and the resentment that was plastered across her face when her upper lip curled and she was at the point of baring her teeth.

"He- he's married?" She huffed and moved both hands to her hips, leaning back at an angle as if she had been shoved off balance. "Typical." Shannon let out a small, cynical laugh and moved her hand to run her thumb across her lips. Her head tilted to the side like she was looking to God or to somewhere unknown for a source of strength and a group of answers she needed.

"I'm sorry? You're divorced, did you think he wouldn't get into another relationship?"

They had divorced, they were legally cut from one another, no more ties connecting them to reopen the wounds that had taken years to heal. Did Shannon believe Eddie would never get into another serious relationship with someone else? Did she think he was wrong for finding love again and marrying (Y/n)?

It wasn't as if he had left Shannon a few months ago and had quickly moved onto (Y/n). It had been four years since they split up, not four months.

"I didn't think he'd get married again, considering he only married me because I got pregnant. Is that what happened with you?"

"No, it wasn't. I guess I didn't need a child for him to commit to a relationship with me. Now what do you want?"

Her headache was coming back. She felt like she was going to be sick. She wasn't standing here getting insulted on her own doorstep. If Shannon was here to pick a fight, she had made a wasted trip because (Y/n) wouldn't indulge and she was sure Eddie didn't want to fight with her either.

Before Shannon could come up with an answer, they both heard a faint, low voice coming from the hallway.

"Mi amor, who was at the door?"

(Y/n) was surprised Eddie had heard the doorbell considering the volume he'd been playing his music at. But then again, there was a door chime plugged in the hallway and one in the back hall near the bedrooms so they could hear any calls during the night and around the house.

She leaned back into the door and pushed it open, glancing over her shoulder towards her husband.

There he was, just walking out of the living room. Eddie had one hand rummaging through his curls that were sodden and glued to his forehead in such a messy way that it made (Y/n)'s heart skip. He was barefoot, padding around with just a pair of sweatpants on that were hung very low on his hips, showing off the top dip of his hipbone. And it made (Y/n) wonder whether he was wearing boxers or not.

"It's for you," Their eyes locked while (Y/n)'s quiet voice gave away how nervous she felt.

Her voice set Eddie on edge as his hand dropped from his hair and he picked up the pace to reach the front door.

One hand found (Y/n)'s hip and the other held the door which he curved his head around to see who was outside. It couldn't have been Buck or else (Y/n) would have already invited him in and Chris would have been all over him by now.

The way Eddie's nose crinkled and his lips parted like they were melting made (Y/n) shiver. It was as if he was made of wax and his composure was starting to melt away. She could feel his hand tightening around her hip while his other hand clenched around the door that was giving him splinters from how deeply his nails were puncturing into it.

"What the Hell are you doing here?"

Shannon scoffed. Clearly, that wasn't the welcome she was looking for, although (Y/n) wasn't sure what she had expected after ghosting them for years and then suddenly appearing out of the blue without so much as a warning.

(Y/n) could feel Eddie's chest tensing behind her and the way his shoulders rose like he was growing and re-shaping right there behind her. His hand stayed on her hip and his thumb brushed up and down her skin while he leaned against the door, waiting for an answer from his ex-wife.

"I came to see you… I wanted to talk." Her eyes kept dithering across to (Y/n) as if she was some stranger listening in on their conversation.

The look she gave (Y/n) made Eddie's jaw clench and he didn't move from his spot leaning against the door. Not allowing (Y/n) to disappear back inside and hide away. She was his wife, she lived here. She had a smuch right to be a part of this conversation as the rest of them.

"It's a bit late for that." His eyes glanced down at his wrist as if there was an invisible watch strapped to his wrist telling him exactly how long Shannon had disappeared for.

He used to keep track of the time. He used to count the days which turned into weeks and then he'd notice each month that slipped past while he was left on his own to care for their son. But when (Y/n) walked into his life, that clock stopped working and it stopped mattering to Eddie. Suddenly he didn't care how long Shannon had been gone for, because he didn't want her to come back any more. He stopped begging for her to come home and started wishing she would never return.

He had Chris, he had (Y/n) and they both took care of Chris and loved him to the end of the Earth. This little family right here was all that they needed.

"Eddie please, we need to talk. Alone."

Her eyes made another burning wave towards (Y/n) and it was as if Shannon had hit her. The look sent another wave of dizziness through (Y/n) and she found herself leaning back into Eddie, trying to soak up some of his strength and energy.

She knew Eddie could feel her resolve fading away, but when (Y/n) tried to turn and excuse herself from the conversation, Eddie had other ideas. His hand left her hip so his arm could bind around her waist instead and he pinned her protectively into his chest.

"Whatever you wanna say, you can say to both of us." He tilted his head down so his lips could smother the back of (Y/n)'s head which started to turn warm and fuzzy beneath his touch.

Eddie didn't want (Y/n) to feel like she had to go inside. She was his wife, she was part of this and Eddie wasn't going to reitterate everything back to her. He wasn't going to let Shannon make (Y/n) feel out of place in her own home.

"Mum! I need help, it's broken again!"

Chris's soft voice travelled through the hall and distantly reached the three of them out on the doorstep.

His words made panic pool in (Y/n)'s stomach, caused Eddie to tense and brought out a dangerous look across Shannon's face. It was as if all the anger was physically bubbling up inside of her and her skin started to turn a dark shade of rouge while her hands balled up into fists at her sides.

She wasn't stupid. She knew Chris didn't know she was here on the doorstep and if he did, that wouldn't be the first thing he called out to her. He was asking for (Y/n). He was calling (Y/n) his mum. It was as if reality came crashing down onto Shannon and showed her just how much time had passed since she last saw her son. Time was telling her that there was always a deadline and she had far missed her deadline by a few years.

(Y/n) had stepped into the role Shannon had left behind. She had become Chris's mother and he was thrilled to have her in his life.

When Shannon leaned forward, Eddie twisted to the left. He turned (Y/n) in his arm and nudged the door open so she could head back inside and go see Chris before he came out here and realised who was on the doorstep. They didn't need Chris to witness this or know that Shannon was here; Eddie wasn't having this bombard him today, out of the blue.

She quickly slipped back inside, feeling Eddie's hand linger on her waist and his lips against the top of her head before they parted and he pulled the door closed behind him. Effectively cutting Shannon off from his family who he wanted to protect at all costs.

"No. No! Eddie I am his mother-"

"What kind of mother disappears for four years at a time Shannon? Just go-"

"She's not his mother. I had to leave, you know I did but I thought of him every single day."

The tears in her eyes almost made Eddie feel bad. Almost. But he couldn't fall back into the argument again. It was the same every time. It ended with Eddie having to argue his own wrong-doings and justify himself. When Eddie went in the army, he always came back. He had a set date for coming back, he never left with the intention of walking away and leaving his family behind. That was the difference between them.

Eddie went away with a day set to come home. Shannon walked out without the intention of returning. And Eddie always kept in contact. He was thousands of miles away in a war-torn zone and he tried. He tried to video-call and message and ring and send letters every day. Shannon didn't send so much as a text.

"And while you were thinking of him, (Y/n) was taking care of him. She took him to school, she sat with him when he had nightmares, she patched him up when he fell and she's adopted him. If Chris wants to call her his mum, I sure as Hell won't stop him."

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and tilted her head down when she heard the front door slam.

A nagging thought in the back of her mind wished she could have focused her hearing and made out the small, one-minute argument happening outside before Eddie came back in. But she pushed the thought aside and tried to concentrate on holding the two wooden pieces together.

Chris had a new craft project, making a figure from a movie out of wooden sticks and cuttings. It was going well, but the glue took a while to cement and the pieces kept falling apart every now and then.

Her arms dug uncomfortably into the back of the dining chair next to the one Chris was sat in. She had her lower back arched out to see if it would relieve the tension in her spine and make her feel any better. But with her head hung forward, she just wanted to slip down to the floor and go to sleep.

"Here you go baby." Her voice wobbled as she handed the newly glued pieces over to Chris.

She barely managed to kiss the top of his head before she made a beeline for the kitchen. Straightening up made her lower back twinge and made her stomach feel like it was stretching too far so she settled for walking doubled over with her arms around her waist.

Her arms stretched out and her trembling fingers curled around the rim of the sink just in time to throw up.

Her chest slammed into the counter edge and sent shockwaves through her while her stomach twisted and burned and her knees pressed uncomfortably into the kitchen cupboard. Everything started to shake and a hot flush crept across her skin as she threw up her lunch.

Sparks fluttered beneath her skin when she felt a pair of hands glide around her waist and a bare chest mould over her back. She could feel Eddie's wet lips pressing softly against the base of her neck and towards her shoulder while his thumbs stroked across her waist softly.

"Is this nerves, mi amor, or are you getting sick again?" The concern was dripping from Eddie's quiet, gravelly voice and it made (Y/n)'s stomach jump again, but in a different way this time. If she didn't feel so sluggish and sick she would have swooned at the tone of his voice.

Her heart almost gave out and her vision sparkled with white dots when Eddie pressed himself against her so he could reach his left hand around her front. He kept hold of her hip while his left hand pressed against her temple, feeling how hot and flushed her skin was.

"Sick," She murmured quietly, pulling back from the sink when she knew for sure that she wasn't going to throw up anything else.

She hated being sick. She hated feeling this down and low and the way her stomach would twist and cramp and how her spine felt like there was a brick resting heavy against each column. This would be the third time (Y/n) had gotten a sickness bug in less than three months and she felt worse this time.

Why couldn't she catch a break?

"Then we need to get you laid down. Me and Chris will look after you."

She barely had time to turn around in his embrace before his hands were on the back of her thighs and he was lifting her up. Her legs settled around his torso and her head fell against his shoulder, humming against his neck while he carried her out of the kitchen.

***

Tears traced down the bridge of (Y/n)'s nose and trickled across her lips that were meshed tightly together to stop herself from screaming.

Her arms bound tighter around her waist until she was almost sure that her circulation was being cut off to her torso. And when she brought her knees up to press against her arms, her eyes closed and her forehead pressed down against the top of her knees.

She didn't feel well.

No, she was in agony. What was she supposed to do? She was home alone with Chris and it was almost nine o'clock at night. Eddie was out on a double shift that started at lunch time and wouldn't finish until eight o'clock in the morning. (Y/n) couldn't wait that long. She couldn't go another eleven hours in crippling agony like this, but she didn't know what other options she had.

Could she call Maddie? Was her big sister at work, surely she wouldn't be, Maddie didn't often do night shifts. She couldn't call herself an ambulance and risk frightening Chris and dragging him along to the hospital with her. She couldn't drive herself anywhere in this state.

Maybe she would have to call Eddie and see if he could come home. But did she want to risk getting him into trouble and worrying her husband when she didn't know what was wrong?

Yesterday after Shannon left, (Y/n) chalked this down to a sickness bug. Last night when it felt worse, she thought maybe it was her period. That would explain the stomach cramps and the back ache, but every time she went to the bathroom she was shocked to see it wasn't her period.

When another pain tore through her stomach, (Y/n) wasn't sure whether she was going to pass out or be sick.

A choked moan spluttered past her lips and into her knees as she began to rock herself back and forth on the bed.

All afternoon since picking Chris up from school- something she had barely managed without collapsing on the way home- (Y/n) had been sluggish and had to hide her pain from him so she didn't worry her boy. They had spent most of the afternoon watching movies in the lounge until (Y/n) retreated to bed and Chris went to his room to play video games with his friends online.

This was the easiest option for them both. This way Chris could play and entertain himself and wouldn't have to see (Y/n) in pain and she wouldn't have to keep feigning a brave face and pretending she was okay when she wasn't.

Spots danced in front of her eyes when she lifted her head from her knees and allowed a small sob to escape her lips.

Her arms loosened from her legs which dropped down to the bed and she shuffled across until she flopped down onto unsteady feet. Why didn't she feel like this last night when Eddie was home? Why did the pain have to get worse after he left for his shift? He asked her if she would be okay and she stupidly told him yes, not wanting to be a pain.

Now she wished she'd asked him to stay home with her because if he was here, he would know what to do. Eddie would know how to make this better and what to say and how to take the pain away.

She wobbled out of the bedroom, walking with her body hunkered over until her chest was almost meshed into the top of her thighs. And her arms stretched out in front of her as she hurried to the bathroom.

Once the door was safely closed and bolted shut behind her, (Y/n) allowed herself to drop down to her knees on the damp bathmat. Her face smothered against her bare knees again and her arms pinned to her stomach as she knelt like she was praying and in a way, she was. She was praying for the pain to stop or for Eddie to magically know what was going on and come home to help her.

Tears soaked into her knees as muffled cries vibrated against her legs and her body started to rock back and forth to try and calm herself down. It wasn't working.

She could feel the tears getting worse as spasms rolled through her body and she shuddered against the floor.

Straightening up didn't feel like the right move, but (Y/n) knew she had to try and move around and do something to help herself. Somehow. Her hands clung to the edge of the bath that she used as leverage to sit up again while shivers coursed down her spine and she trembled back and forth like she was sitting in the Arctic.

She moved round to use the sink instead to get herself stood up, but she couldn't do it. Her knees started to buckle and her arms flopped against the sink as she crumpled over like a scrunched up piece of paper. Her knees bashed into the base of the sink and her elbow clocked the black and white speckled pot that held all the toothbrushes on the edge of the sink.

(Y/n) barely heard the sound of the pot falling into the sink basin or the way it broke apart on impact and split into fragments. All she could hear was a horrid ringing in her ears which her cries couldn't break through.

A frown appeared on Chris's face and he tilted his head to one side, looking around the hallway.

He was aiming for his parent's bedroom but he paused mid-walk and looked to the left towards the bathroom.

What had his mum broken in there? Why could he hear her crying?

Unease flooded his chest along with a dreaded slither of panic that grew and grew with each passing second when he heard more cries coming from the bathroom. He knew (Y/n) hadn't been feeling well lately and it was clear she hadn't been well when she took herself to bed two hours ago. They would usually stay up and watch a film together in the evening before bed.

Not that it had been too unsettling for Chris, he had been allowed to play his video game with his friends online and chat to them even though it was after tea time. He was happy enough to play his game, but he knew it was bed time now. He knew it was time to turn off the electronics and get ready for bed.

And he never went to bed without saying goodnight to his mum and dad.

"Mum?" Caution flooded Chris's voice and he tenderly knocked on the bathroom door, shifting his gaze down to his bare feet while he waited for a response.

His body jumped back and he gasped when he heard a loud bang. It sounded like (Y/n) had fallen ir in the very least, knocked something over.

His hand curled around the door handle but he whimpered when he jiggled the handle and realised it was locked. What was he supposed to do? Was his mum okay? Did he continue banging on the door and hope she would open it soon? Did he try and get some help? Did he go back to his room and wait, just in case (Y/n) was alright and just throwing up or being a bit clumsy? He had no idea what kind of situation this was, whether it was one that called for alarm or one that could be easily rectified.

"Mum? Mum!" His voice turned to loud whines and he continued to hit the door when he could still hear (Y/n) crying.

"C-call your dad."

That was the sign Chris had been waiting for. That was the signal that this was a bad situation. If (Y/n) wanted to call Eddie while he was at work, that told him that this was an emergency and something bad was happening.

Chris patted his hand against the wall as he hurried back to his room, stimming along the way with his head nodding back and forth and his fingers clenching and curling.

What if his dad didn't answer? Who was he supposed to call if he couldn't get hold of Eddie? Who was the next in line for this kind of situation?

He flopped down on his bed, tapping his toes against the floor as his body swayed back and forth and he pressed his phone to his ear. While his free hand scrunched up in the cover to steady himself and give him something to focus on. Each dial the phone made caused Chris to rut his jaw from side to side and make little clicking noises. He needed help. He needed Eddie to answer the phone. He had to be told what he was meant to do.

"Hey buddy, you okay?" Confusion was woven through Eddie's words as he tried to prevent a yawn from escaping his lips.

He slouched back in his chair and propped his feet up on the chair next to him so he was reclined with one elbow leant against the table. It had been a while since Eddie did a night shift and he was already tired when the night hadn't truly begun yet. He hoped to God this wouldn't be another full moon night where they had call after call and dealings with strange cases. He couldn't be doing with that tonight.

And he wasn't sure why Chris was ringing him either. Sometimes (Y/n) would call when he was on a night shift so Chris could say goodnight before he went to bed. But they hadn't done that in a while. Eddie knew it was around Chris's bedtime, but he'd never had Chris call him while he was on shift before, it was always (Y/n).

"Dad!"

"Chris what's wrong?" He dropped his legs from the chair and sat up straight as goosebumps covered his flesh and the hairs on the back of his neck started to stick up on end.

"Mum's crying… she- she won't let me in. Dad do something!"

The panic was evident in his son's voice and Eddie knew if Chris was sitting in front of him right now, he would be stimming away. He sounded like he was about to cry and that made Eddie's heart go ten to the dozen in his chest.

Where was (Y/n)? Why was she crying, was she being sick again? Had she gotten worse since Eddie left her at lunch?

"Where is she? What's going on?"

"Bathroom, door's locked. I think mum's hurt…" Chris dared to venture out into the hallway again and tapped his hand on the bathroom door. He was close enough now that Eddie could hear the clattering about coming from the bathroom and the quiet cries that crackled through the phone.

"Fuck! Fuck I'm coming home now okay? Go back to your room buddy and wait for me and uncle Buck to get there. Don't go near the bathroom, just leave your mum in there. It's okay, I'm coming."

Oh God, what was happening back at home? Why did he come on shift today? Why didn't he go with his gut and stay home to look after her? Why did this have to happen when he wasn't home?

What was he going to go home to?

***

"Eddie, what do you need?"

"Do you want the gurney or just a medic bag, or we can-"

Eddie held his hands out in front of him and shook his head that was already on overload without all their voices bombarding him at once. He could feel his weight swaying back and forth from his toes to his heels as he tried to find his sense of balance and prevent himself from collapsing. That was the last thing he needed right now.

The cold night air whipped against his skin and had him shivering since he had forgone his jacket back at the station in his hurry to get the team to help him. But the brisk temperature helped to liven him up and keep him alert; that was what he wanted right now.

"Bring the kit but don't- I need to find out what's happening first. I need to see (Y/n) first. Buck I need you to sit with Chris."

It was a silent agreement that Eddie was taking the lead on this one. This was his family, his case and his surroundings, they would follow his directions here. Bobby had already contacted dispatch to alert them that they had a personal call they needed to be on just in case they tried to redirect them anytime soon.

Hen and Chimney placed a medic bag on the gurney and wheeled it after the team.

Eddie led the way, using the spare key to let himself in since his keys and wallet were back in his locker at the station. He stormed into the hallway with Buck hot on his heels and Bobby behind them. He didn't want any of them coming too close and seeing (Y/n) until he knew what was going on and what kind of medical emergency (Y/n) was having.

The last thing she would want or need was the team gawping at her and trying to bustle in. Eddie had to see her first.

His boots thudded against the floor and echoed off the walls and when they got into the corridor, he pointed towards Chris's room. When Buck bypassed him and headed inside, Eddie peered his head around the door so Chris would know he was home and trying to get a handle on the situation.

With Chris now comforted and safe, Eddie turned his attention to the bathroom. The bedroom door was wide open and empty so he knew (Y/n) hadn't come out of the bathroom in the time it took the team to get down here.

"Baby? Baby it's me." He tried the handle but it was still locked, he couldn't expect anything else. If he himself was ill or in a state he wouldn't want Chris walking in and seeing him like that.

He waited. His forehead was almost touching the door and his hand stayed fisted around the handle but he could feel the panic growing when he didn't get a response and the door didn't open. He was here. He was home. (Y/n) needed to let him in so he could see what was going on and try to help her. He could feel the eyes of the team watching him as the three of them stood with the gurney at the end of the hall.

They wouldn't come any closer until Eddie gave them the signal and told them what he needed.

"(Y/n) open the door." He rapped his knuckles on the door, trying not to punch an indent into the wood, but he couldn't quite restrain himself. She had to let him in.

"I… I…"

"What? Baby, open the door please. I need to help you." Eddie's free hand dug into the doorframe while he rested his arm against the door and pressed his temple against his arm.

He could of cried when something along the lines of 'I can't' whimpered past (Y/n)'s lips. Either she was somehow incapacitated and couldn't get to the door or she didn't feel able to open it. Either way, this wouldn't do. Eddie was going to have to break it if she couldn't get it open and let him in.

"Then stay back because I'm gonna break it."

With his hands braced on either side of the door, Eddie took a step back and leaned his weight backwards. He balanced on his left foot and rammed the heel of his boot into the door beneath the handle, swiftly breaking the bolt that kept it locked.

The door swung open so far it collided with the wall and almost rebounded back into Eddie.

He didn't know where to look.

The sink was littered with broken glass. Bottles and creams had been knocked from the stacker by the bath and had scattered across the floor and fallen in the empty bathtub. At least four different towels were laid around the floor in various ways. Some wet, some dry and scrunched up, and some were lathered in blood.

But when his eyes locked on his wife, curled up in the corner of the room beneath the window, Eddie's heart faltered in rhythm and his lungs squeezed and made him choke on his breath.

"E-Eddie…"

"Oh God."

He broke out of his frozen state, kicking the towels out of the way until he could crash down on his knees in front of (Y/n). And again, he wasn't sure where he was meant to look.

Did he concentrate on her eyes that were blown wide and barely able to focus on him? Did he look at her chest that was rising and falling so light and quickly that she didn't seem to be breathing at all? His he focus on the way she was slumped back against the wall with her knees half propped up?

Or did he look at her hands that were trembling, holding a baby between her thighs?

(Y/n) could barely get any energy into her arms that felt so weak she couldn't even register if her muscles were moving and flexing or not. Her hands and arms began to jutter up and down as she held the baby out towards Eddie with tears tracing down her cheeks.

She was relieved when Eddie reached out and took the baby from her. She couldn't hold them any longer, she could barely keep her eyes open.

All of her energy had been directed into pushing when she realised- far too late- what was happening to her.

She'd had a baby.

She and Eddie had a baby.

(Y/n) didn't know she had been pregnant. Let alone that she had been somewhere around eight months pregnant, judging by looking at her baby.

Her feet skidded against the floor and her legs finally dropped down, soothed by the cold tiled floor that felt lovely against her skin that was burning up. She let her head loll to the left and her eyes tried to keep watch over Eddie. She had always envisioned him with a baby. Wondered what he looked like when he had held Chris for the first time. Wondered how small a baby would look in Eddie's strong arms.

(Y/n) wondered what it would be like for them to start a family, but she didn't think it would start like this. She imagined coming up with all sorts of ways to tell Eddie when she became pregnant. She thought about telling him and seeing her body change and grow and feeling the baby move and going to appointments.

They'd had none of that.

All the little signs over the last few months, (Y/n) had misread them all. The constant sickness bugs she had been getting lately might not have been bugs at all. The back ache was clearly from carrying a baby around with her. Whatever odd, spotting periods she thought she had been having clearly weren't periods either. The little changes she noticed in her moods and appetite and how she was feeling, there had been a reason for it all. And that reason was laid out in Eddie's arms.

"Hen! Get in here I need help!" Eddie glanced over his shoulder before he looked at (Y/n), and then down to the bundle in his arms.

He glided his knuckles across the newborn's chest and then pressed a finger against their lips to check that the airways were clear.

He almost jumped when he felt a small movement and a subtle, croaky breath finally passed the newborn's lips. How had he missed this? How had he not realised something like this was happening? How had he left (Y/n) today and not been here when she went through this trauma alone?

"Oh- oh!" Hen looked something between delighted and horrified when she crouched down beside Eddie and took in the scene in front of her.

She rummaged around in her medic bag until she found two clamps and carefully leaned over Eddie to clamp the cord. Once it was cut, she tried to smile at (Y/n) before moving to check the placenta was in tact.

"Switch." Eddie mumbled quietly, offering out his daughter for Hen to take instead so he could assess his wife.

His arms felt oddly empty when he passed her over to Hen who immediately started checking her vitals and listening to her breathing. There were hundreds of complications that could happen or go wrong with the baby since (Y/n) had clearly had no antinatal care. Hundreds of things could happen to (Y/n) now that she'd gone through this.

Static buzzed in (Y/n)'s ears and she jumped when Eddie was suddenly leaning over her.

One hand curled around her arm and the other cupped her neck while his chest was so close that she could feel each breath he took as he hovered over her. He pressed his fingers to her pulse and counted the beats while his thumb traced her jawline.

"Talk to me, mi amor. How do you feel?" Eddie could guess a million ways (Y/n) would be feeling right now, but he needed to know if she was in pain. He had to know if she was having cramps or stabbing pains or chest pains or difficulty breathing in case there was something he had to worry about.

"Sick…" (Y/n) dropped her head down before Eddie firmly held her chin and leaned her head back again. She let her head turn in Hen's direction and tried to look down at her baby.

She had been so shocked and frightened that she didn't take much time to assess her baby. All (Y/n) could do was hold this new, terrifying life and wait for Eddie to come in and help.

"Is s-she okay?"

"Heartbeat and breathing are good, she's reacting well… you didn't know, at all? You didn't even suspect you might be a few months pregnant?"

(Y/n) hummed and shook her head. If she thought she was she would have gone to the doctor and shared her thoughts with Eddie. They wanted a baby, but not quite in this manner. A little forewarning first would have been good.

"I'd say she's about eight months, but the doctors will check you both over." Hen placed a gentle hand on (Y/n)'s knee before she turned around. "Chim, bring in that gurney, we need to go."

Eddie took the stethoscope from Hen and listened to (Y/n)'s heart before he carefully eased her forward. He let her lean on his left arm and took the time to kiss the side of her temple while he leaned over her and pressed the scope to her back so he could check her breathing.

He switched the stethoscope for a blood pressure cuff and slid it up (Y/n)'s arm. A frown pulled at his lips and he growled when he saw how low the numbers were going.

"BP is crashing. Jesus Christ, mi amor. What am I gonna do with you, hm?"

He managed a soft smile when (Y/n) tilted her head forward onto his shoulder and reached her hands out to curl around his arm. She mumbled something into his skin but he couldn't make out what she said.

He took a look between her legs, scrunching his nose at the blood caked across her thighs which had formed a small puddle beneath her. It looked to have stopped, but Eddie wanted to make sure she didn't haemorrhage again. He found some clotting medication in the medic bag and eased (Y/n) against his chest since she clearly wanted and needed some comfort right now.

She didn't grumble or even wince when he lifted her shirt and injected the medication into her stomach. That told Eddie that she was clearly going into a state of shock or about to pass out because she wasn't good with needles.

"Oh my God, what happened?"

Chimney and Bobby wriggled their way into the bathroom which was now full to the brim and felt like they were all sardines squashed in a tin.

"A surprise baby happened, let's get them in the ambulance." Hen backed up near the door with the baby so it would be easier for them to get (Y/n) on the gurney. They had to go now and get (Y/n) admitted and sorted out, she had been in enough pain and trauma for one night.

"I'm s-sorry-"

"No, I don't wanna hear that." Eddie's voice was sharp and firm while he busied himself looping (Y/n)'s arms around the back of his neck. "Let's get you both down to the hospital and sorted out. Then we can talk about you deciding to surprise me with a daughter, hm?"

He curved one arm around (Y/n)'s waist and slipped the other beneath her thighs. He felt Chimney hover beside him in case he needed help but Eddie easily laid (Y/n) down on the gurney. It took him a few moments to unlock (Y/n)'s arms from his neck and he tilted her head back so he could press a sweet kiss to her lips before he jogged out of the room. He needed to check on Chris.

"Chris-"

"Is mum okay?"

The nine year old shot off the bed where he had been sitting with Buck's arm around him, reassuring him everything was going to be fine. He wrapped his arms around Eddie and looked up at him with such a pleading look in his eyes that made Eddie feel like crying.

He held Chris's arms soothingly and crouched down to be level with him, trying to smile so he knew everything was alright.

"Buddy, I gotta take mum to the hospital, but she's okay. She's gonna be just fine… she's had a baby." His eyes couldn't help but flicker over to Buck who's brows furrowed and his lips parted in confusion.

Since when had (Y/n) been pregnant? Eddie never mentioned anything and this was something that surely would have come up in conversation. And by the look on his face and the tension in the air, Buck couldn't imagine this being a premature birth. The team would have ran off to the ambulance if they had a preemie baby to take to the hospital.

"A baby? Now? But, but you didn't say mum was having a baby-"

"I know, I know… buddy I promise once mum's safe at the hospital I'll explain and you can see her and your new sister. And then you can help me get everything ready to bring them home, okay?"

When Chris nodded, Eddie reeled him in for a tight embrace. He couldn't explain now, he didn't have the time, let alone the words.

Chris wasn't stupid, he knew it wasn't normal to have a baby out of the blue like this. He knew his mum didn't look pregnant and if she and Eddie hadn't mentioned it before now then it was clear they didn't know.

They had nothing here for a baby. No clothes, no nappies or a carrier, no crib, no bottles or food or anything that they would need. The spare room was technically a study which would have to be sorted out quickly now that a baby was already here.

He placed a sloppy kiss to the side of Chris's head before he looked over at Buck.

"Can you watch him?" The silence behind his words was clear. He didn't want to have to take Chris to the hospital and have him watch all this mess.

He didn't want Chris to see (Y/n) in this state or watch them admit her. Everything was going to be hectic. Eddie would have to keep an eye on (Y/n) and help get her onto a ward because he knew she hated hospitals and she was almost passing out. He had to make sure she was okay. And he also wanted to keep track of his new baby girl and make sure she was okay and being looked after. That was no place for Chris to be, especially not this late at night.

Buck nodded and gave Chris's shoulders a squeeze before he exited the room and headed over to Bobby.

"Cap, if uh, if Eddie goes in the ambulance with (Y/n), am I good to take Chris back to the station with me? I mean, my shift finishes in an hour and going to the hospital might not be a good idea."

"Course you can, go get him in the truck."

Eddie watched Buck carry Chris towards the front door, he would take him to the station so Buck could get changed and get his keys. Then he would come back here and stay the night here with Chris. It would be easier for Chris to be in his own bed and be somewhere comfortable, and Buck had a set of keys anyway. He knew he was welcome to stay and watch Chris here.

Once they were out the door, Eddie turned to the gurney that was in the hall and let (Y/n) deadlock her hands around his wrist. She pulled his arm close and kissed his wrist while she rubbed her hand up and down his arm.

(Y/n)'s eyes danced down the hall where Hen was walking with their newborn in her arms, ready to get in the ambulance. And when she looked back up at Eddie, she found his lips smothering her temple.

"We've got a baby."

She could feel his lips curving into a grin against her skin and she could feel the love radiating off of him, despite the adrenaline and panic he was also feeling. Because one thought was overriding everything else going through his mind.

He now had a little girl.

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⚠️: pet names (mama, baby, etc), smut, rough, Dom!chris, sub!reader, suggestive behavior, dr!nking, partying, sloppy, Overst!mulation, cream, p in v, grabbing, squeezing ass, smacking ass, dirty talk

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Description: You and Chris (bf) had arrived at a party you guys were invited to. The party was fun but each drink and each started to deepen the desire and tension for each other. They couldn’t let each other go so they continued in an empty bedroom

Chris and I had just arrived and parked outside of the party house. He released his grip on my thigh as he pulled the gear and put the car in park.

“You excited baby?” He said as he removed his keys from the car instantly turning it off. He put his hand on the handle of the inside of the car door. After he had turned off the car he placed his car keys in his lap and returned his hand onto my thigh again before squeezing it.

“Yeah.I haven’t been to a party since Highschool.” I smiled as I felt your hands slowly tickle into my inner thigh before you retreated your hand again.

“Let’s go.” Chris smiled, clearly eager to drink and party for a couple of hours with me. He pulled the inside handle of the car door and slammed it shut before running to the other side of the car to open the door for me.

“Thanks baby. You’re such a gentlemen.” I said grabbing my purse and swiftly leaving the car in one motion. I grabbed Chris’ face and left a wet kiss on his cheek. As the car door slammed behind me.

“Won’t be such a gentlemen in bed later tonight.” Chris smirked before smacking my ass and grabbing my flesh and squeezing it. He pulled down the bottom hem of the dress so it wouldn’t expose my behind as much for somebody else to see. He clearly had expectations later tonight— not complaining at all.

“damn—!” I said grabbing my behind as Chris removed his strong hand. “Jeez baby.” I laughed as if butterfly’s weren’t shooting up and down not only my stomach, but my entire body. As they were slowly getting me wetter between my legs.

I intertwined my hand with his, but he quickly left the hand-holding situation and wrapped his arm around me to hold me closer. “After a couple of drinks you’ll get used to your ass having my hand prints all over it.” Chris smirked before leaving a wet kiss on my neck.

I tried to keep my face from turning a deep red but I took a deep breath and let out a large sigh. Chris knew how to get to me and the only thing I felt was myself getting wetter. How long was I going to be able to hold this desire back.

As we started making our way onto the porch and into the party, Chris’ grip on my waist with his one hand even more. It was clear that Chris wanted to keep me close to him and basically touching his hip.

As me and Chris walked into the party, the music was loud and neon lights were the only lights keeping the entire house lit up. We and Chris had walked by people literally making out and drinking together.

Chris had immediately walked us over to the bar and ordered us some drinks

“Do you want a shot baby? Really get this party started?” Chris smirked before pulling his wallet out of his back pocket still looking at me and waiting for a further order.

“Hm.. yeah— I guess I’ll order a shot. Only if you order one though.” I smiled as I leaned onto the counter where the drinks were served

“Of course baby. I’m tryna fuck as soon as possible.” He mumbled acting if I wasn’t supposed to hear that, and then ordered a shot for us both while shuffling through his thick wallet.

That same familiar butterfly feeling overtook my stomach as I bit my lip and yet again— felt myself getting even wetter. In no time my panties were going to fucking soaked.

The loudness of the music and the neon lights were making my eyes water and slightly squint. Chris leaned against the counter like I and tickled his hands around my waist before pushing me over slightly so we weren’t leaning against the counter anymore.

I felt Chris’ soft lips leave wet kisses on my neck. My fucking gosh. He knew how to get me wet and how to get under my skin. I was convinced I was gonna be soaked by the end of this party that we may have to leave early.

The bartender interrupted the moment by giving us our shots and told us the cost of our tab.

“I’m not ready to close it out yet, I’ll let you know when.” Chris said looking at the bartender and one of his hands left my waist and the other hand slipped more onto my waist and he wrapped his arm around it.

Chris picked up a shot glass and looked down at me. “Ready to take some shots mama?” Chris smirked as Chris’ hand rested on my hip.

“Mhm.” I said as I tried to grab the shot glass from Chris but he moved his hand— almost siking me out. “Baby.. I want the shot.” I said almost whining as my hands planted onto his chest.

“Let me do it for you.” Chris said as his hand tickled up my body and he gently gripped my neck and pulled me closer.

Fucking hell. This man is gonna have me under his trance by the end of the night— well shit.. he already has me under his trance.

I couldn’t deny this. His hand was on my neck. “Okay.” I said swallowing heavily.

Chris still had that smug smirk on his face knowing what feelings he’s giving me. He pulled me in even closer my by neck and poured the shot into my mouth “swallow.” He said sternly. The words vibrated through his throat.

It was so hard to disobey him. I quickly swallowed the shot and right after I felt his lips nip at my ear and he kept his hand on my neck.

“Good girl.” He mumbled through his raspy voice before he released his tense grip on my neck. I had looked down at his pants and seen his bulge slowly grow and rise. It was clear this was also turning him on too.

Chris grabbed the other shot glass from the counter and quickly drank it swiftly. He fixed his backwards hat like he was some type of frat boy.

As I was thinking I felt this shot start to hit. This had to have been a stronger shot because I already felt myself getting drunker and drunker. It was clear Chris was feeling it too. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I basically threw myself into him.

The neon lights were tripping us out and the music was still basically blasting all over the house. This was such a good feeling.

“I need you so badly mama.” Chris said almost begging to fuck me right then and there. His hands were rubbing up and down my waist and he was looking down at me before leaving a sloppy kiss to my lips.

“I need you so badly too.” I mumbled and gasped as I felt his lips touch my neck. Gosh. I didn’t just need him. I craved him. I needed this now.

“Let’s go baby.” Chris said wrapping an arm around my waist. He was leading me somewhere but it was clear as if he knew where he was going. He brought me to an empty room and he had walked us in here, then closed and locked the door behind us.

He lifted me up and carried me onto the bed before laying me onto my back. He had used his strong arms and spread my legs apart to stand between them. I felt his bulge through his pants pushing at me.

“Your so fucking beautiful baby.” Chris had said in his raspy voice before leaning down and kissing my neck up to my desperate and starved lips. It was clear how badly we needed each other by how fast this had progressed.

Chris was quickly broke the kiss and groaned as he desperately started to undo his belt and to unzip his pants. I had just stared in starvation and need, knowing this was what is what I was looking forward to the whole night.

His cock springed out of his pants as he tossed his shorts to the side. Chris has leaned down to kiss me again and the tip of his thick flesh pushed against my entrance through my red laced panties.

I let out soft noises through the kiss, just eager for him to fill me up. I felt his tongue push past my lips and slither around through my mouth as if he was exploring it.

We had released our sloppy kiss and I lifted my dress up further and started to take my panties off as Chris started to stroke himself.

“hurry up.” Chris said as his voice rattled through his throat. We had swallowed eagerly and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he did.

I wanted to tease Chris and take my time— but before I knew it he stopped stroking himself and ripped my panties off himself, he had thrown them where his own pants were.

All of this was so much to handle. This alcohol was hitting like crazy and there were even green neon lights in the room. The music from where the actual party was, was muffled but still legible.

“Don’t fucking tease me.” He mumbled in need and sexual frustration as he pushed the head of his cock against my entrance. He was slowly pushing inside and entered me inch by inch.

“Fuuuck..” Chris mumbled. “You’re so fucking wet for me.. aren’t you.” He said as he started to thrust in and out of me.

small noises and squeaks were coming out of my as I gripped the sheets. He had filled every part of me so perfectly as if he was made for me. The slight tilt of his hardened cock hit my sweet spot every time he had thrusted.

“Who does this cunt belong to.. tell me.” Chris said thrusting in and out of me faster as his sack slapped against my ass. He had grabbed my faces waiting for an answer as he let out groans.

He was almost thrusting the words out of my mouth. A knot in my stomach started to form before Chris pushed on my lower stomach slightly.

“Tell me Mama.” He said thrusting slightly faster. This one large shot I took was hitting me so hard. The world was spinning and I bet his was too.

It took me a few tries before I let out a full sentence. “Y— nghh.” I had struggled the first time trying to let a sentence out “yours..” I mumbled as it slipped from my lips.

“good girl mama.. good girl..” he said as he added more pressure to my lower stomach that made me moan out even louder.

“F-fuck..ing.. hell..” I moaned between breaths. My eyes fluttered closed and my mouth opened as more gasps and moaning-sighs came out.

“You like that?” Chris said starting to slam into me without any type of mercy. The head of the bed was slamming against the wall and would soon leave a dent if this speed and harshness kept up for any longer.

“M-mhm.” I side biting my lip harder and harder. My cunt was basically getting torn apart by Chris’ long and thick flesh.

Chris had let out multiple groans and his head had fallen back. “Fuck.. fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” Chris had said again, in his raspy voice. It was clear he was so close to an orgasm because he was starting to whimper. He grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders as he started to thrust faster. “Nghh..”

The feeling of Chris suddenly throwing my legs over his shoulder gave me even more butterflies I felt like throwing up, or maybe it was the shot, or it even could’ve been the repeated slamming of Chris’ cock into my womb.

I felt every vein on his hardness and his warmth stuff my full. My legs were slightly trembling over his shoulders as I felt the overstimulation eat at me.

I was moaning and my eyes fluttered closed. The knot in my stomach started to get tighter and tighter before it suddenly popped. I had came and it coated all over chris’ cock.

“C-cumming!” Chris yelped out as he held his entire cock inside of my tight cunt before unleashing his long ropes of cum inside of me. “F-fuckkk.” Chris whimpered before collapsing over me. I felt Chris lay wet kisses on my collar bone leaving purple spots.

“shit..” I said mumbling as if I was almost breathless from the abuse between my legs. I had to have been swollen. Chris had finally pulled out and stroked himself to get every last drop out of him and small ropes of cum painted my lower stomach.

“fuck Chris.” I whimpered as he had pulled out that created a loud popping sound. I had finally caught my breath and closed my eyes. I couldn’t tell whether it as relief or just because I finally caught my air that had escaped before hand.

“you did so good mama.” He said wrapping his arms around me and laying with me. He was also catching his breath too. The alcohol had peaked on us. We were drunk and fatigued from the pleasurable time we had.

“Mhm..” I said sighing again, but the things I’d do to have this moment even restart or happen again. I felt my overstimulation finally releasing from my body and my legs slightly twitch.

“Round 2?” Chris smuggly smirked. He kissed my neck and nipped at my ear. He was sweaty and still breathing heavily as he fixed his backwards hat. The room was hot but filled with tension and desire.

The neon green lights in the room and also the alcohol that was messing with my vision distracted me from the sentence, but I still understood what he was going at.

I nodded and bit my lip as he took off his hat and released his long and fluffy hair from it as he threw it with the rest of our clothes before climbing on top of me.

“That’s my good fucking girl.” Chris said in his raspy voice before grabbing my neck and preparing for our round 2. I felt his hand tickle down to start rubbing my clit with his big thumb.

Fuck. He knows how to keep me going. And I guess he really showed me he was a gentle men out of the bed but a freak in it, and that’s not something I could say I didn’t like. In fact, I fucking fein for it.

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Here we are again, my 3rd ever writing project. 2nd smut but my first time actually taking inspiration from something other than my head.

I hope you enjoyed this fanfic & give me some suggestions :)

alsoooooo I’m prolly gonna be deleting and adding more stuff to this as I read it again and again. So if you read it back it may not be 100% word for word the same.

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