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epinebleue · 7 months

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bad at love (m) | nakamoto yuta

Yuta has got morals, of course. He knows that stealing is wrong and that one should help others in times of need. In his defense, he didn’t know you had a boyfriend before having sex with you. Therefore, he hasn’t done anything wrong and he’s not a bad person. Calling you up on Sunday morning does make him a bad person, though.

pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader (female)

genre: cheating!au, mature, angst.

warnings: cheating, explicit sexual context.

who do you love (taeyong’s pov) (coming soon)

The first time Yuta sees you, he’s at a party hosted by a friend of a friend of a friend, a guy he has never met.

The house’s full of drunk and high strangers unable to hold a proper conversation. Not that he wants to talk, anyway. Yuta leans more toward the introverted side. He prefers to sit back and observe, scanning the room until his orbs fall on you.

There are five other girls around you, yet you’re the one who catches his attention. Your pink velvet dress is so short that it slides up whenever you move, exposing your thighs a little more each time, and although he knows he should stop looking, he can’t.

You’re just so freaking attractive.

“Hey, creep.” His friend, Taeil, says, handing him a cold beer. Yuta doesn’t know whether to drink it or press it to his hot cheeks. “You can go and talk to her instead of staring, you know?”

“She’s surrounded by an army of girls.” Yuta brings the bottle to his lips. “I don’t stand a chance.”

“You don’t stand a chance sitting here, that I’m sure of.”

The conversation ends there. He keeps on drinking until his bladder can’t take it anymore. To go to the bathroom upstairs, he has to walk past your group, something that intimidates him. A second later, he realizes how stupid that sounds. What is this, high school? He’s an adult, and he can go to the bathroom just fine.

His friends nod when Yuta tells them he’s leaving, even if he’s sure that they haven’t heard a thing. The music is loud enough to drown his words.

It takes great effort to not look at you on his way to the stairs, but Yuta’s weak, so he gives you a quick look. Shockingly, he catches you doing the same. It lasted a second, but you’ve looked at him. He breaks out in a cold sweat.

Oh God, you have noticed him. You know he exists.

He climbs the steps two by two, closing the bathroom door once he’s inside. He empties his bladder for a good minute, then flushes the toilet when he’s done. He walks over to the sink, pressing the pump of the liquid soap twice.

It smells like apples and makes him wonder what you smell like. For some reason, he thinks you smell of flowers. Or maybe something fruity, like peaches.

He’s about to dry his hands with the towel below the sink when the door suddenly opens, making him jump. Yuta can’t believe his eyes when you burst into the room, holding your purse with one hand and the door’s handle with the other.

“Sorry, this is the only bathroom in the whole house. Can you believe it?” You say, your voice sweet as honey, closing behind you. “Keep doing your thing, I just need a retouch.”

The click of your high heels against the floor tiles as you walk to stand next to him ricochets in the walls of his mind. It takes him a moment to realize he’s looking at you without blinking.

Taeil’s right, he’s a creep.

Yuta reaches for the towel even though his hands are almost dry. He just wants an excuse to be near you for a little longer. From the corner of his eye, he watches you grab different containers from your purse. You brush your eyebrows and apply mascara.

Then, you stop and make eye contact with him through the mirror in front of you.

“You’re staring.”

Your words snap him out of his gawking.

“Huh?”

“You’re staring.”

You repeat, slower this time.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He leaves the towel on the rack and turns, mortified.

“It’s fine, you’ve been doing it the whole night.” Your words freeze him in place.

Fuck, he’s so pathetic.

“I’m sorry.” He repeats.

“Stop saying that, I’m not mad.” You point out, closing the zipper of your purse and turning around, leaning on the sink. “Do you think I’m hot?”

It would be rude to say no, and a lie. But, you’ll think he’s a stalker if he says yes. There’s simply no right answer. He looks into your eyes, which are filled with satisfaction.

You’re getting off on his suffering.

“Why would you ask that?” He questions, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

“I think you’re hot.” You reply. Yuta doesn’t know what to do or say anymore. His breath hitches when you take a step forward, then another, and another one until you’re pressing your body against his. Turns out you smell of vanilla. “And I like your tattoo.”

Placing his hands on your lower back seems just right, so he does it. You round his neck with your arms, and Yuta thinks he might be dreaming when you start kissing him. Your tongue tastes like whisky, but it doesn’t bother him. The flavor is as intoxicating as you.

With your body, you guide him through the bathroom. The back of his knees touch the toilet and your hands fall on his shoulders, forcing him to break the kiss as you push him down, making him sit on the closed lid. You sit on his boner, and Yuta’s about to faint.

The hem of your dress hikes up, allowing Yuta to glance at your thighs more closely. He can’t help but touch them, stroking the exposed skin, getting lost in how smooth and warm it is.

He sighs at the feeling of your lips against his neck, a moan getting stuck in his throat. There’s a silent command in your hands rushing to undo his pants. Yuta’s quick to hook his thumbs on the waistband, pulling down both his jeans and boxers as you stand for a second, leaving him space.

He thought that the feeling of your core against his hard crotch was amazing, but now that the barrier is thinner, he might simply combust.

Your sneaky hand closes around his hard dick. Yuta moans against your mouth, looking for your tongue in the dark, biting it as you start moving your hand up and down, using his precum as lube, taking your time to reach the tip, then going back down. It’s torture, a delicious torture.

Yuta leans his head against the cold surface of the wall, mouth wide open in an attempt to catch a breath. He closes his eyes shut, lost in the pleasure offered by the kind stranger sitting on his lap.

It hits him then that he doesn’t even know your name.

Yuta opens his eyes and tries to talk, but you’re quicker.

“Have you got a condom?”

He rushes to grab his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans, fishing for the spare condom he always carries around. It’s not often that he finds himself in a bathroom with a stranger, but he likes to be prepared.

Yuta opens the package and proceeds to unroll the condom down his length with eager hands. He wants to ask if you need help, but the question dies in his throat the moment you lift your hips, aligning his dick with your entrance, your free hand holding your green lacy underwear to the side.

He holds on to your waist for dear life as you lower down on him, the feeling enough to make you both moan at the same time.

Yuta has had sex before, but it has never felt this good.

You start slow, rocking your hips back and forth at a steady pace. He holds you down whenever he can, trying to reach further into you, to hit a point that will have you melting in his arms.

He forces himself to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss anything: how you frown, how you lick your lips.

You’re the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. You’re the most beautiful thing to have ever existed.

There’s a sudden change in the pace that causes him to dig his fingers into your sides as you move your hips roughly. Yuta wishes he could just throw you to the ground and pound into you like a madman.

He’s close, he’s so fucking close, and yet he doesn’t want this finish. He wants to have you over and over until the end of his days. But your chest is starting to shake and so are your legs, and he’s starting to feel your velvet walls tighten around him.

It only takes a few more thrusts to have you coming all over him, Yuta following closely. It feels like heaven. Heaven is this bathroom and you’re an angel.

You press your forehead against his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. Yuta wishes you could stay like this forever, but, carefully, you stand up, and Yuta has no choice. He stands up, too, lifting his underwear and pants at the same time.

He still doesn’t know your name.

The chance to ask slips through his fingers, because your phone rings the very moment he opens his mouth.

“Hey… Yeah, I’m still at the party. I think I’m going to leave, though, I’m pretty tired…”

Yuta stands there, not sure of what to do. Should he leave? That would be rude. At the same time, isn’t it rude to listen to other people’s conversations?

He’s not leaving, he wants to know your name. He decides he will fix his hair in the meantime, combing it with his fingers in an attempt to look decent when he goes back with his friends.

“No, don’t worry, Nahyun will take me home… Okay, baby, sleep well.”

Wait, baby?

“I love you.” You hang up, shoving the device inside your purse. “Sorry, my boyfriend wanted to know if I could get home okay.”

Yuta takes a while to react. He turns around, visibly shocked.

“Boyfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“Boyfriend as in… partner.”

“Yes, as a partner.” You place a hand on your hip while Yuta looks for any trace of deceit on your face. He doesn’t find any. “What?”

“We just had sex.”

“We did.”

“And you have a boyfriend?”

“Are you deaf?” He can’t believe it, you’re actually irritated! “Yes, I’m dating someone.”

How has his angel turned into a devil so quickly? What are you going to do now? Rip his heart out and devour it in front of his dead body?

“Why would you have sex with me if you have a boyfriend? What if he finds out?”

“Are you going to tell him?”

“Obviously not, but-”

“Then what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Give me your phone.” Yuta doubts for a second, unaware of where he stands in this whole mess. In the end, he complies. He watches you type something before giving his phone back. Your name shines on the screen, your number below it. “This was fun. If you ever want to repeat it, I’m one ring away.”

You walk past him, brushing his shoulder on your way out, your smell slightly changed.

Not only do you smell of vanilla, but of his perfume, too.

He spends the following day locked in his apartment, thinking.

Calling you up on Sunday morning does make him a bad person, though.

You knock on his door hours later, all smiley.

Yuta feels like he should show you his apartment, and you play along by asking about certain items scattered around.

You sit on the edge of the bed when you reach his bedroom, the ghost of a smirk in your mouth and a sparkle in your eyes.

Yuta wants this time to be different, to be slow. You’re a goddess, and he’ll worship you like you deserve.

You attempt to grab the belt loop of his jeans, but Yuta pushes your hand away, leaning down to kiss you. A day and a half has passed since he tasted those lips, but it feels like years somehow.

The longing he has for you is out of this world.

As he forces you to lie down and settles in the spot between your legs, Yuta starts kissing your neck. Your fingers play with his hair, goosebumps appear all over your body.

His lips move down, reaching your collarbone. He bites the skin, gently, even if the only thing he wants is to mark you. It makes your back arch, pressing your chests together, and Yuta wonders if you can feel how fast his heart is beating.

Yuta reaches behind his back to take his T-shirt off and you mirror his actions, your lack of bra taking him by surprise. He hovers over your body again, tongue falling flat against a bud. Even his favorite song is nothing compared to the moans you’re letting out. Your pretty lips are parted, red and swollen from all the kissing, the biting. To kiss you becomes a need.

His hand travels from your hips to your underwear, which is damp where it meets your core. When Yuta trespasses the barrier, he’s amazed by the fact that you’re this wet just from kissing. You gasp as he gently touches your already sensitive folds.

You beg him to do something, anything.

So, he pulls one in. You’re a mess underneath him, asking him for more when he hasn’t even started moving. But he listens, adding two more fingers and pumping them in and out, finding satisfaction in your voice filling his room.

Being able to touch you isn’t enough. He needs to taste you, too.

Yuta slides down the mattress, the movement of his fingers never ceasing. His tongue falls flat against your folds, licking up and closing his mouth around your clit. You curse, a hand closing in a fist around his hair, the action fueling his need.

You attempt to close your legs the faster he licks, the further his fingers reach, but you won’t find him complaining. Your feet fall flat against the mattress, and your hips move up, looking for more contact, looking for more anything.

“Shit, Yuta, yes.” You can already feel the knot in your stomach growing tighter. “Don’t stop, baby, I’m close.”

Yuta keeps going, his wrist on fire, his mouth closed around your clit, sucking and licking until you’re a mess under him, a loud moan ripping up your throat.

The boy stands up to take his bottoms off and grabs a condom from the bedside table that he opens and unrolls on his way to bed.

You’re on him the moment he’s back, tasting yourself when you kiss him, begging him to fuck you into the mattress. You know Yuta can’t say no to you.

He stands on his knees, grabbing the back of your knees and pulling you in, watching you squirm in excitement as he slides into you. He moves right away, hoping you’ll adjust to his size eventually, because he loves watching your vagina swallow his dick.

You’re just as fucked up as he is, he notices when you pull him in, wanting to have him as close to you as possible. Your breath hits his mouth whenever he gives a rough thrust, and you bite his lower lip until blood comes out.

Yuta kneels again, pressing his hand to your belly to keep you in place, then starts pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow, trying to seize the moment as much as he can. He gets lost in the way his name spills from your mouth, in the way you try to follow his lead, looking for more.

The view is enough to send him over the edge, his pace becoming erratic and messy, his sole purpose being to make you reach a second orgasm before he finishes. You clench around him and close your eyes, seeing colorful sparks as the knot in your stomach explodes.

Yuta follows closely, his dick prisoner of your tight walls. He falls forward, so not ready to let you go.

You leave, but at least you promise to come back for more.

There are two unspoken rules when it comes to your weird relationship.

Number one, Yuta can’t catch feelings.

Number two, you don’t speak of Taeyong, your boyfriend.

He was happy with fucking around twice a week if he was lucky, and he sure as hell didn’t want to hear about that other man. Yuta thought it would be easy.

At least, at first.

Perhaps it was the guilt starting to weigh up on him, or maybe he was just bitter after seeing all those pictures on your Instagram feed beside him.

Taeyong’s handsome, Yuta’s not going to lie. He seems cool and laid back. Yuta wonders what you think he’s missing, and at the same time takes pride in that whatever Taeyong is missing, he can provide.

But if he can provide, why won’t you stay?

He breaks the second rule on a Tuesday evening. Taeyong is out of town and you have decided to stay for the night. Yuta is so glad because that means sleeping with you after sex. It makes this whole thing feel more intimate, and real.

Maybe he’s breaking the first rule, too.

“Do you love him?”

Yuta expects you to storm out of the room in the blink of an eye, coming at his throat because he dared to ask such a thing. You don’t.

“I do.”

Somehow, your answer sinks his heart further.

“Are you happy?”

“Do you think I’m not?”

“You’re having sex with other people behind his back.”

“Sex is purely physical.” You say, starting to get defensive. “What Taeyong and I have is on another level.”

Yuta answers before he can even think of the consequences.

“Bullshit.”

“Excuse me?”

“That’s complete bullshit.”

“Drop it, Yuta, I’m not having this conversation with you.” You get up, grabbing your underwear and pants from the floor and putting them on. “I thought I had made it clear.”

“I have the right to ask.” He fights back, rushing to put on his underwear, too. His tone grows harsher the more he speaks. “It’s me you’re cheating with. I’m the fucking third wheel in this fucked up game!”

You look at him as if you’ve just had an epiphany. Or maybe you’re acting. It wouldn’t surprise him at all. You can’t keep playing dumb now that he has admitted his true feelings out loud.

“Is that why you’re pressed?” You’re wearing his T-shirt, but he doesn’t say a word about it. He has the feeling that it’ll be the only thing tying you to him after this. “Yuta, are you in love with me?”

His silence is enough to answer your question. He just stands there, looking miserable.

“We talked about this.”

“I know, I fucking know!”

“Look, the sex is amazing.” You start, and he already can tell how this conversation is going to end. “But it’s not enough. Yuta, we don’t even know each other.”

“We could.”

God, he must sound pathetic.

“Yuta, I don’t want to know you.” He doesn’t dare to look at your face. “I have no intention of leaving Taeyong. You should know that already.”

You grab your sneakers from under his bed and walk out of the room. Yuta finally breathes out the moment he hears the front door close.

Yuta knew he would see you again. His friends and you moved in similar circles, after all. What he didn’t expect was finding you on your boyfriend’s lap, laughing about something he’s sure it’s not that funny.

Taeyong’s even more handsome in person. He’s wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans, and his green hair shines under the kaleidoscopic lights of the club. Fuck, he hates the guy. He hates how bubbly you seem around him. He hates that you can display your affection for him in public.

It makes his blood boil, fantasizes with the idea of going over there and telling Taeyong everything, hopefully ruining your relationship.

He watches you peck Taeyong’s lips before standing up and making your way toward the bathroom. He waits a few seconds, then follows your steps.

No one’s in the corridor, so he grabs your arm and shoves you inside the narrow space. It’s awfully lit, yet enough to catch the surprise in your face. He quickly locks the door.

“Yuta! What the fuck?” Your hand is pressed against your chest, which falls as you let out a sigh. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“What are you doing here?” He sounds so angry that even he’s surprised. “What are you doing here with him?”

“What am I doing here with my boyfriend, you mean?”

“You knew I was coming here.” He points a finger at you, the venom in his system begging to come out. “You knew, that’s why you brought him. Are you trying to make me jealous?”

You scoff, smiling sideways. You can’t believe his words.

“Are you hearing yourself?” You lean against the bathroom’s wall. “Do you really think I want to hurt you that badly? See what I meant when I said that you don’t know me? This is exactly why we can’t keep this thing going.”

Your words make him come to his senses for a few seconds. He growls, kicking the metal bin in the corner. It makes you jump in surprise.

“What the fuck are you?” He asks, turning around. You simply raise an eyebrow. “What have you done to me? You’ve driven me fucking crazy!”

“Don’t blame me for your jealousy!” You snap, taking a step forward. “It’s not my fault you’re delusional.”

“Is that so?” Yuta closes the distance between your bodies. You look up, holding his gaze. “Am I being delusional?”

“Yes, you are. So don’t blame me. Accept we’re over and move on.”

He pushes you against the wall, his hot breath hitting your breath. It awakens something in you, he can tell by the way you look at him. He presses his body against yours, his hand sneaking under your dress.

You don’t fight it when he moves the thin fabric of your underwear to the side, collecting your juices with his middle finger.

The action makes you shiver.

“Tell me this is over again.”

“If you’re going to fuck me, do it already.”

Yuta has never kissed you like this, so violently. His mouth crashes against yours, and his teeth scratch your lips, but there’s pleasure in the pain. You’ve never seen him angry before, and you must admit that it turns you on.

Before you can register what’s happening, Yuta grabs you by your arms and takes you away from the wall, turning you around to place you in front of the bathroom sink, facing the mirror.

Behind you, Yuta lifts your dress enough to expose your ass. He touches you from behind, making you arch your back only for him to grab your neck and push you forward, keeping your head low.

The hand caressing you moves away, and you hear Yuta undoing his belt. Next thing you know, Yuta’s burying himself inside you without warning. You try to fight against the hand holding you down, only to fail. It forces you to press your hands against the mirror, trying to find some sort of support.

Yuta sets a brutal pace that makes you think he’ll break you in half. You’re pressed against the sink, the edge hurting your abdomen. But you don’t ask him to stop. You don’t want him to stop.

If you had known that Yuta would react like this upon seeing you beside Taeyong, you would’ve forced an encounter sooner.

The hand holding your head closes around your hair, grabbing a handful and forcing you to straighten your back. You whine as Yuta presses your back against his chest.

“What would he say?” He growls in your ear, sucking your earlobe. It makes you moan out loud, close your eyes. “What would Taeyong say if he knew that the love of his life is being fucked stupid in a nasty bathroom?”

Your lips curve in a wicked smile that makes him shiver. But you don’t answer.

“You’re a horrible person.” He snaps. “You’re evil.”

“If I’m so evil,” you manage to say in between whimpers. “Why do you love me so fucking much?”

Your words cut him like a knife. He has asked himself that same question ever since he met you. He hasn't found an answer yet.

He finds your eyes in the mirror, reading your face. You're close, and so is he. His movements become erratic, but he doesn’t let go of your hair.

The rough growl he lets out vibrates through you, his cum filling you up to the brim. You feel it slide down your inner thighs when he pulls out, taking your orgasm away from you.

You turn around, surprised and offended at equal parts.

“He can take care of you better than me, can’t he?” He pulls his underwear and pants up. “Let him finish my job. Let him taste me.”

An ironic chuckle leaves your lips. You arrange your panties and fix your dress.

“You’re pathetic.”

Yuta grabs the lock in an attempt to leave, but he can’t bring himself to open the door.

“Delete my number. I’ll delete yours. If I don’t, I’ll come back. Please, don’t make me come back.”

You swear you’ve never seen anyone as sad as him.

“I won’t.” You say, pride taking over your voice. “As far as I’m concerned, you and I have never happened.”

Yuta nods, finally able to unlock the door, stepping out of the narrow room and into the wide corridor.

It feels like reaching the surface after being held underwater, being able to breathe after being choked.

But if he feels so free, why does his chest feel so hollow?

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streamafterlaughter · 2 years

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New Kid

Chapter VI: Midterms

MASTERLIST || chapter V || playlist

summary: You spend the week pining for Eddie, as you’ve agreed to a deal you wish you could take back.

tags: eddie munson x reader, gn!nb!afab!reader, impossibly slow burn (next chapter kids ;)), violence, language, mutual pining, yearning, fluff, angst, trauma bonding

a/n: the wait is almost over, next chapter things get GOOD. thank you guys for reading, it means so much to me that i’m seeing y’all enjoy it. Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated.

Eddie’s POV

He hasn’t stopped replaying the scene in his head. Taking you by the wrist in a fleeting act of confidence, hoisting you up in the air like they do in romantic movies, feeling your lips part in a smile against his own, freezing in the rain to the point of near numbness, it all feels too good to be true. But surely enough, as he steps into the living room, your clothes now warm and dry in his hands, you’re there on his couch, this time wearing his Hellfire shirt, clicking through TV channels as you munch on microwave popcorn. If he could freeze this moment in time, keep you both there forever.

“I’ll have to make you one of your own.” Eddie tugs at his shirtsleeve on you as he sits down, kicking his feet up on the coffee table next to you. He places your clothes in a neat pile on your lap, and you give them a disappointed frown. “What’s up?” He asks, noticing your expression.

“Nothing, I’m okay. Just stressed about this week, I guess. Didn’t really get much studying done.”

“Ah, screw studying, we had an adventure this weekend.” Eddie doesn’t truly mean that, he needs these midterm grades to graduate, but he wouldn’t have done a thing differently this weekend.

It’s as if you read his mind. “No, Eddie, we need to focus. I know you want out of this place, no matter how well you think you’re hiding it.” You’re right, he’d rather not die in a town that hates him. “I know if we keep spending time together, we aren’t gonna pass. We have to keep our distance from each other until Friday.”

Eddie snaps his head up to see if you’re joking. He’s met with your furrowed brow and pursed lips, deep in thought. “You can’t be serious.”

“Do you have a better idea? Because I’d love one right now. Look, it’s only five days, we’ll start tonight and we’ll reconfigure on Friday after school,” You've seemingly thought all of this out, but when did you have the time? “I don’t want to be the reason you’re held back again. I wanna be the first person you run to waving that passing grade in your hands.” You look him dead in the eyes, each word etching itself into his bones.

“Do I get a treat if I pass?” He teases, wanting to make every second he has until tonight count.

“Whatever you want, pretty boy.” He leans in to kiss you, but instead of connecting your lips, you press a finger to his. “On Friday.”

“This is bullshit.” He huffs, crossing his arms in an exaggerated display of disapproval. You take advantage of his position, leaning to whisper into his ear, “You’ll get a lot more if you behave.” Before slipping off the couch to change. Eddie sits frozen, your breath raising the hairs on the back of his neck, and he has to fight for it not to erect anything else.

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Your POV

Eddie drives you home at eight o’clock despite his objections to your plan. You hate it too, but you need, desperately, to get yourself back on track before vacation. This is the only way, you know in your heart, that you’ll be able to focus solely on school, if you and Eddie don’t hang out until the end of the week. How cruel, you think, to let yourself have something so sweet, so perfect, only to immediately have to shove him away.

Eddie walks you up the front stairs, pausing at the door. “Guess this is where you get off.” He says sadly, but you take the opportunity to joke,

“No, that’s for after midterms.”

You can’t help but giggle at your own immaturity, your laugh ringing through the quiet evening like a bird song.

Eddie takes one more step up, making his face level with yours. “God I hope so.” His voice drips with desire, and you’re ready to risk it all and drop your pants right there on the front steps of your home. Instead, you offer, “One for the road?”

Eddie takes the final step up, and you’re pulled into him like two magnets finding each other. You kiss him deeply, like you’re moving away and saying goodbye forever, because this week is gonna feel like an eternity. You can feel his urgency in the kiss too, his hands clasped behind your back, holding your body to his own. Your hands clutch either side of his face, afraid if you let go he might vanish.

“You know I’ll see you in English, right?” He reminds you, breaking the kiss for air.

You roll your eyes, “It’s not the same now, knowing how you taste.”

Even in the dark, you can tell he’s blushing at your words. “I’ll see you.” He says, giving you a final kiss on the nose.

“See you.” You watch as he turns down the walk way, gets into his van, and vanishes from sight.

“Jesus Christ!” Your parents are standing huddled behind the front door as you enter. “Were you there this whole time?!” You love them, but your parents can get overly excited at your social life when it seems to be going well.

“Just long enough to watch you watch him walk away.” Your mom teases, bringing you in for a hug. “You could have let him in, we would’ve made sure not to be here.”

“I know. We’re trying this thing though where we don’t become codependent after already spending an entire weekend together.” You drop into your chair at the dinner table, already missing Eddie in the most pathetic way.

“That’s silly!” Your dad chimes in. “I couldn’t keep my hands off your mom when I met her. Still can’t,” he gives an exaggerated wink to your mom, who giggles back at him.

“Ugh, you guys are gross. Look, we both need to pass midterms if we wanna graduate, and we’re only gonna distract each other. So we aren’t seeing each other until Friday.”

“When did you get so mature?” Your dad jokes, backhanding you lightly in the arm.

“I guess when I decided I wanted a future.”

“I’m proud of you, kiddo. And if Eddie’s worth anything, he’ll be right there waiting for you on Friday.”

You desperately want this to be true. It isn’t any sort of game, you really do need to study, but in a sick way you want this week to be difficult for him. You want to be at the forefront of Eddie’s brain, the same way he’s been at yours since you watched him on that dingy stage.

Alright, I’m gonna go do some cramming before my Bio exam tomorrow, goodnight parents.” You pull yourself out from your chair, and drag your feet towards the stairs.

“Oh, honey! Robin called, she wanted to know if you were alright after whatever happened on Friday. I hooked your phone line up today, if you want to call her back.”

“Okay!” You call, already halfway up the stairs.

You dial Robin’s number, and she picks up on the second ring. “Buckley residence, may I ask who’s calling?”

“Hey, Robin! It’s Y/N.”

“Oh my god, Y/N, I thought you were dead!” Her voice brightens when she hears you.

“That’s a little dramatic, I’m totally fine! More than fine, really.” You bite your lip, wondering how much of this you can share with Robin.

“What’re they saying?” You hear in the distance on Robin’s end.

“Sh, dingus, they haven’t said anything yet.”

“Is that Steve?”

Robin's attention turns back to you, “Yeah, sorry, we just got out of work, he’s here to help me study. I would’ve asked you, but you weren’t home when I called. Figured you were… busy.” You don’t miss the suggestion she’s making. You laugh directly into the receiver, “Har, har. If you must know, I was with Eddie.”

“I knew it! Tell. me. everything.”

You feel like every tween must, kicking your feet back and forth as you gossip to your friend about your new crush. “Well, we kissed.”

“Yeah, like days ago, right? Pretty sure we walked in on that.”

“No, actually, not until today. A couple hours ago…”

“Wait, seriously?” It’s Steve again, listening to the two of you. “He’s been all over you from day one and somehow resisted kissing you until today? Doesn’t sound like Eddie.”

“Steve, shut up. Anyway, what was it like?!”

“I don’t kiss and tell!”

“Well you should! I’m living vicariously through your romantic endeavors!”

“Fine, but tell Steve to stop listening first.”

You vaguely hear Robin shoo Steve from the room. “Okay, go on.”

“Well,” You start from Friday, the emotional tension between you two after the party, the nightmare he comforted you from, the Hellfire meeting, “Wait, he invited you to Hellfire?! Boys got the bug, bad.” You tell her about Sunday, about how you thought he was rejecting you, only to give you the most cliche first kiss you ever could have imagined. You go into detail about the way he looks at you, how you feel like you could explode from gazing into his eyes for too long. Robin listens to every word, chiming in with commentary when she feels so inclined. By the end of your story, your brain is full of nothing but Eddie, and there is absolutely no hope for you studying tonight.

“Ugh, I envy your love. Maybe when you’re done teasing your boyfriend you could be my wingman!” You chuckle, promising her you’ll take her to every lesbian bar from here to Boston you can find. “I’ll hold you to that, y’know.” And you say your good nights before hanging up.

Eddie’s POV

It’s the last thing he wants to do, but Eddie pulls his English notes from his backpack after returning home. Wayne is cooking hamburgers on the stove, and Eddie sits in the living room, straining to read his chicken scratch when all he wants to do is call you.

“How’s your weekend?” Wayne asks, a hint in his voice, egging him into talking about you, though he would probably have without the help.

“Unbelievable, really.”

“Y/N seems like a good kid,” his uncle muses, “Don’t screw it up.” Wayne isn't an emotional guy, but he loves his nephew like his own. He saw what a life of rebellion got his brother, and he doesn’t want any of it for Eddie.

“Thanks for the advice.” Eddie mumbles dryly, skimming through the useless pages of his notebook. He really should’ve asked you for yours before leaving, but it was the furthest thing from his mind.

“I’m sorry, kid. Look, you’re smart, but you’re impulsive. You do a lot of stupid shit. I don’t want you doing something you’ll regret. Something tells me Y/N won’t put up with your antics the way your friends do.”

He’s probably right. You’re sure of yourself, comfortable enough in your skin to turn away from anyone that jeopardizes that, and he’s not willing to test that theory.

“Hence, I’m here studying, and not in their bed.” Eddie gestures to his display of study guides, exasperated. Wayne nods, sliding Eddie his burger on a flimsy paper plate. “Atta boy, I’m proud of you.” He pats Eddie on the shoulder before making his way to the recliner across the room. “They must be something special if they got you studying.”

“You have no idea.”

—

Your POV

Your alarm rouses you from dreaming about Eddie’s lips on yours, and you groan before whacking the snooze button. It’s gonna be a long fucking week without him, and English might as well be a death sentence, having to sit right next to him, his presence teasing you like a drop of water after a years long drought.

You’re not in the mood to put effort into your outfit, it’s gray and gloomy outside, so you dress to match the weather, wearing the Metallica shirt Eddie left on your floor, big baggy jeans, and a pair of black vans from your days of skating, a hole in the left big toe.

“Good mornin’, sweet child o’ mine!” Your mother sings as you drag your groggy body downstairs. “Good luck with everything, hon, I’m sure you’ll do great!”

“Thanks, Mama, I need everyone I can get to root for me this week.”

Your mother furrows her brow at you, resting her elbows on the kitchen counter. “What’s up, buttercup?” She hasn’t called you that in years.

“So, you met Eddie. Before I begin, what do you think?”

“About Eddie? I didn’t really get a chance to know him, with everything else that happened on Saturday. I do know I’ve never seen you so happy around someone like that before. So I like that he does that for you.”

“We kissed last night.”

“For the first time? I could’ve sworn you two were already in the throes of a romance by the time you let us meet him.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?!”

“Sorry! You two have so much chemistry, forgive my misguided assumption!” Your mother rolls her eyes teasingly, and you can't help but laugh. She’s right, neither of you had really attempted to mask your feelings in front of your parents.

“Anyway, I told him we couldn’t see each other until midterms are over, and I think it's already bitten me in the ass.”

“Nah, you’d already been bitten by then. Trust me, I get it. When I met your father, he was all I ate, slept, and breathed for the first year of our relationship.”

“We aren’t even in a relationship!”

“Oh god, honey, you’re screwed.” Your mother laughs, a light and gentle giggle that you desperately wish you’d inherited, instead of your father’s wheeze.

“Bye, Mom!” You’re done with this conversation. You swipe a granola bar from the counter, and leave for school.

—

Eddie’s POV

“So…?” Dustin pokes and prods at Eddie as he slides into the passenger seat.

“Good morning to you too, Henderson.” Eddie gives the kid a rough pat on the head.

“Good morning, Eddie! Did you get any last night?”

“I don’t know why you guys think it’s okay to ask me that shit.”

“Because you’re an adult, we’re curious, feeble minded children, and we want to hear about our Dungeon Master’s affairs.” Dustin is confident this will win him an anecdote about Eddie’s weekend with you.

“Look, we’re taking things slow for now. We like each other, I kissed them last night—“ This earns a gasp from Dustin, “But we aren’t together, yet. We have to pass midterms first, so we’re giving it a week.”

“That is the stupidest thing I think you've ever said.” Dustin states simply, causing Eddie to hit his brake a little too hard.

“What are you talking about?”

“You think you’re the only one interested in Y/N? I heard maybe three, four separate people talk about them Friday alone, and that was before the party. Can't imagine who’ll try to weasel in once they see you’re not there with them.”

“What are you, twelve? What do you know?”

“I’m fourteen, asshole, and I happen to have a steady girlfriend that I love and cherish deeply!”

Eddie rolls his eyes, Dustin’s got him there. “It was their idea.”

Dustin’s eyes widen. “Oh, so they don’t want any distractions then?”

“I guess they’re falling behind in a few classes, can't help moving in the middle of the semester.”

“I guess.” Dustin shrugs, “Just, be careful, okay? I like Y/N, but that doesn’t mean I won't go head to head with them if they hurt you.”

Eddie throws his arm around Dustin’s shoulder. “Thanks, big guy.”

—

Your POV

“Hey!” Robin greets you at your locker, and you find yourself relieved having someone else to focus on for a while. “How do you feel about the test? I could barely read my study guides so I have no hope currently.”

You shrug, “I did what I could, it is out of my hands now. We have English tomorrow, I’m even less ready for that.”

“I thought English was your best subject.”

You sigh, of course the topic of conversation would already come back to Eddie. “He’s in my class, we sit right next to each other. How am I supposed to write an essay on freaking Huckleberry Finn when every other thought out of my brain is Eddie?!”

“We can go to the library after school, study a bit, I'll pretend to be Eddie to train you.”

You throw your head back in a fit of laughter, just as Eddie’s walking down the hall past you. “Robin, Y/N.” He winks at you, throwing your equilibrium off immediately.

Robin snorts, “You won't last a week.”

“Hey, fuck you!”

“That’s for Eddie to do, baby.” Robin pulls you with her down the hall, a toothy grin on her lips.

“Oh, my god! Enough about me, do you have any prospects? Steve told me about his thing for you and how he, well he misread that whole situation.”

Robin shakes her head at the memory. “Yeah, that was definitely something, but in the great scheme of what was going on with us at that point, our feelings were the last thing on my mind. As of right now, though, no one’s really caught my eye.”

You smirk at her. “Nancy seems kind of into you.”

“Wheeler?!” Robin comes to a halt. “No, no way. Not only is she the straightest straight girl I’ve ever met, but she also has a boyfriend out in LA, and she’s Steve’s ex!”

“Shit, you’re right, that all sounds really messy and not my business. How about we go out some time over vacation, try to get you out there a little bit? Steve, Eddie, Nancy?”

Robin gives you a sad smile. “If you can figure out a way for all of us to hang out together without it being entirely too weird, you let me know.” She gives your shoulder a pat. “Well, this is my stop! I do like your idea, seriously. Let’s try planning something at lunch?” You nod, and she squeezes your hand as a goodbye. You can’t help but wonder what she means, why it would be so awkward between the five of you.

—-

Eddie’s POV

He debates skipping his third period. He knows math well enough not to need his review period, but he knows you’d scold him for ditching. He drags his feet, knowing you’re about to emerge from the classroom down the hall. maybe he can cheat, get a quick kiss in before the bell.

He catches your eyes when you come out of class, and the panic in your face is undeniable. His face falls, and you’re quick to pivot on your toes, taking the long way to your next class. Eddie can't help it, he's absolutely crushed at your decision, though he admires your strength. He likes to tell himself its strength, trying not to let Dustin’s words get to him. That kiss meant something for you the same way it did for Eddie, it had to.

“Hey.” Robin collapses next to Eddie, not across the room in her normal seat. “We need to talk.”

Eddie and Robin had been fast friends. Beyond both loving the hell out of Dustin Henderson, Eddie isn't sure he has anything in common with her, but somehow they clicked freshman year, when their band instructor had scolded them for talking too much.

“Since when?”

“Since Y/N came up with a brilliant idea to go for a night on the town this weekend.”

“This is the first I’m hearing of this.”

“Which is why I’m telling you, because you two are being so fucking weird and ignoring each other until Friday, so you won’t have time to emotionally prepare. Or, not prepare. So I’m giving you that time to decide what you want to do.”

“Are you telling me to reject them?” Here it comes, the reality check he’s been watching out for. Robin has feelings for you, too, and how is he supposed to compete with something so stinking cute?

“No, I'm giving you an out. Steve and Nancy will be there, and I don’t know your history in great detail, but I know you three kind of go back a little, I don’t mean to pry—“

“Steve and I were kids. He was a fucking asshole. I'm over it, really.”

“Okay, ‘cause if he finds out you’re coming he's gonna make a dramatic scene of trying to overcorrect.”

“Let him, it’s the least he can do after what he put me through.” The final bell rings, silencing the classroom into a study hall. Eddie brings his voice to a whisper, “You think he’d fuck with Y/N? ‘Cause I’d kinda like to see him try.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Look, I know you’re not the biggest fan of Harrington, I get it. I wasn't either for the longest time. But he’s grown up a lot. I think you should give him a chance.” Eddie can't help rolling his eyes. She continues, back tracking, “I know that’s selfish, but now that you’re falling in love with my new friend and taking yet another prospect away from me with your devilish looks, no pun intended, I should be able to ask you to behave. I promise to mention the same to Steve.” Robin holds up three fingers in a Girl Scout’s honor.

“I’m sorry to have stolen a potential mate from a friend so dear to me, I really had no idea. Lest you know, ‘tis not in vain.” He’s hinting at kissing you, and Robin plays along,

“Oh, pray tell, what do you allude to?”

“I kissed them on Saturday.” Eddie’s face goes deep red, and suddenly the heat in the classroom must be working because he feels the need to shed his three layers of jackets.

“Yeah? What was that like?”

Eddie doesn’t want to tell her the truth, that he fucked up and couldn’t do it at first, that he made you cry before he could even touch your lips to his. “It was… exactly what you’d expect from someone like them. Magical, dramatic, definitely something I could write albums about.” Eddie muses, much to Robin’s enjoyment. She loves love, and seeing a close friend fall in love is unlike anything else. She does, however, know that hes not telling her everything.

“Fuckin’ liar.” She hisses, backhanding him in the chest. “They told me everything. You laughed at them.”

“Where is this disloyalty coming from?”

“A place of love, Eddie. You need to work on your game or you’re getting left in the dust.”

At this point, a classmate turns from his seat and spits, “Shh!”

Eddie lowers his voice, “Trust me, I am well aware of the situation. They’re out of my league, and I am out of training, but god help me if they’re not mine by the end of this week.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so serious about someone before.”

“I’ve never felt this seriously about someone before.”

“Good. Prove it.” Robin turns back to her book, demonstrating the end of the conversation.

—

Your POV

The bell rings for lunch, and everything inside you wants to sprint in the opposite direction. Even though you don’t sit with Eddie, you are constantly aware of his presence. Today is no different, as you sit at your table with Robin. Behind her, you can see Eddie, almost completely unobstructed save for Robin’s head, moving into your field of vision. “You okay in there?”

“Is it that obvious?” You let your head fall into your palm as your elbow rests on the table.

“More than obvious. Go talk to him!”

“I cant do that! He deserves to be able to—“ You pause, letting the scene taking place behind Robin take your focus. You cant hear over the buzz of the cafeteria, but you can see what’s happening perfectly. Eddie is talking to a girl. A pretty girl, smaller than you in height and stature, wearing a Hawkins Tigers cheerleading uniform. Eddie’s looking at her with his stupid, toothy smile, the same one he gives you, and looks deeply into her face as she responds. You feel your palms start to sweat when Eddie looks behind the girl, his eyes meeting with yours for the briefest second, before he looks away and laughs at whatever this charming, cute girl is telling him.

“Y/N?” Robin snaps you out of your inner turmoil. “What’s happening, why are you crying?” She sounds far away, her voice muffled like she’s talking to you from rooms away. You hadn’t realized you were crying until she tells you, and you quickly wipe the wetness from your face.

“I’m okay.” You sniffle. Robin takes it upon herself to turn around, spotting Eddie and the girl still shooting the shit. “Oh, no, Y/N.” Robin doesn’t know how to comfort you, which makes it worse.

“Who… who is she?”

“That is Chrissy Cunningham, head cheerleader and girlfriend of Jason Carver, last time I checked. She and Eddie have known each other for ages, fifth grade I think. Im sure that’s nothing, she’s probably buying drugs!” Robin rushes to comfort you.

“Yeah, she looks like the type.” You respond dryly at Robins feeble attempt at soothing your worries.

—

Eddie’s POV

“Chrissy, you know I’d rather stick my foot in a bear trap than go to a party thrown by Jason Carver.” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, looking down at the cheerleader with pity. He likes Chrissy, and he knows she’d be cool with him going, but he can't justify taking the risk that Jason will give him shit. Besides, he has better things going on on Friday.

“Yes, I know, but it’s good money. They asked me to pull strings because you trust me.”

“No. I have plans that night.” He chances looking at you again, and finds Robin embracing you as your body heaves up and down. You’re crying, gripping Robin with all your might, and he desperately wishes to trade places with her. Did you see them? Had you been watching them, and assumed the worst?

Chrissy snaps in front of his eyes, turning his attention back to her. “You have plans? What kind of plans?” She elbows him teasingly. Usually, he and Chrissy are friendly, but he’s too concerned with you to participate.

“I have a date. I can sell you some before the party, but I'm not going.”

Chrissy pouts, but gives up trying. “Whoever it is, they’re awfully lucky.” She skips away, leaving his view of you unblocked. He can't help watching you, as Robin hands you a flimsy napkin to wipe your tears with, rubbing your back as your breathing relaxes. He feels his chest tighten, feeling like he caused this. You don’t know Chrissy, or her relationship to Eddie, and he can't help shaking his head at your misunderstanding. Chrissy wouldn’t dare flirt with Eddie, not with Jason on her heels at all times. Even if she had, you’re absolutely insane to think he’d choose her when he’s got a chance with you. He thinks it’s sweet, almost, that you think he’s desirable enough for the head cheerleader.

—

Your POV

Eddie’s already in his seat when you’ve slothed your way to class. It’s almost like he recognizes your footsteps, looking up to meet your eyes as you enter. You have stopped crying now, keeping your mouth a thin line to stifle any aftershocks, slinking down in your seat next to him, as close to the edge that you can manage.

“Okay class,” Mrs. O’Donnell relieves the tension briefly, “I am giving you today as an independent study period. Our midterm is tomorrow, and some of you,” she pauses, making eye contact with a few specific students, including Eddie, “still need more time. I will be grading papers if you have any questions. Please, do not waste this time, and absolutely no talking.” She takes her seat behind her desk, and the room shuffles with the noises of papers being pulled out of folders. You reach for your book, and when you sit back up, there’s a scrap of paper on your desk. You look from the folded piece to Eddie. He isn't looking at you, focusing intensely on his book, reading what is definitely the wrong chapter.

You unfold the note. “U OK?” written in Eddie’s same blue pen.

You click your own pen, deciding to humor him. “Fine.”

“Don’t seem fine.” He doesn’t bother hiding as he writes back, watching as you open it.

“Don’t worry about me. Study.” You slide the note back, and click your pen closed. He rolls his eyes, but goes back to his study guide. You chew on your bottom lip as your eyes blur with tears again. You’re not okay, and you can't tell the one person you want to tell. All you want is to hear that it was nothing, that she’s an old friend, or wanted to buy drugs, or something else that could assuage the jealousy you never knew you could harbor. You can't justify feeling like this, Eddie isn't even your partner. He has every right to talk to girls.

The rest of class is tense, you can feel the heat radiating as Eddie bounces his leg. You want to drag your desk over to him, place a comforting hand on his thigh, ease his mind of any anxiety. You’re not upset with him, you’re upset with yourself. You have always had trust issues, but Eddie isn’t yours to distrust.

When the bell rings, you practically throw yourself from your seat, stumbling slightly as you escape from the room before Eddie has the chance to follow you.

—

Eddie’s POV

He watches as you bolt from the classroom, a sigh escaping his lips. He fights every urge to run after you, track you down, and pull you into the biggest, safest hug you've ever received. He so badly wants you to know you’ve been the only thing on his mind, that even just today has felt like the most difficult year of his life. Every class so far has been met with daydreaming, of running into you in the halls, approaching your locker between classes, dragging you out of class to make out in the bathroom.

When the final bell rings at 2:30, he feels the tension in his muscles subside. He exits the building to the senior parking lot, where he spots you smoking a cigarette next to his van. His heart pounds, a lump forming in his throat. As he approaches, though, you catch him, turning on your heel to your own car. Eddie stops in his tracks to watch you walk away, and once again fights the voice in his head telling him to follow you.

When he reaches the van, there’s a note taped to his windshield. He rips it off, inspecting the stationary, your handwriting scrawled across it reading, “One down.”

“Four to go.” Eddie says aloud to himself, shaking his head. He flips it over and reads, “Call me tonight. 7:30.”

His breath catches. You want to talk to him? “The things I do…” He gets into his van, immediately searching for a specific tape. When he finds it, he plugs it in and cranks it as loud as it’ll go: Oh yeah! Some people say my love cannot be true. Please believe me, my love, and I’ll show you. I will give you those things you thought unreal; The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal… Eddie peels out of the parking lot, screaming at the top of his lungs to relieve the stress he’d built up over the second half of the day.

—

Your POV

You stomp back into the building, stubbing your cigarette out on the brick of the building. You’re not in the mood to study, you really just want to go home, lie down, and probably cry for a good six hours, but you aren’t one to flake on your friends.

Robin waves you over to a table in the corner, where she’s spread out index cards, highlighters, and plenty of erasers. “Hi.” You say, tasting the sour mood on your tongue.

“Hey, grumpy.” Robin says lightly, sliding her seat over to make room for you next to her. “How did uh… everything go in English today?”

“As well as it could have, I guess. We had a silent study period, so it made not talking to him a little easier. He tried passing me notes. Asked me if I was okay.”

“Well, that’s a good sign, right? He’s thinking about you still.”

You roll your eyes, “Can we maybe not talk about him right now? I have four days left of this stupid shit, I’d rather just keep plugging along than confront my feelings.”

“As much as I disagree with you, fine. But I promise, you have nothing to worry about. In all the years I’ve known him, Eddie has never been one to give up on someone he cares about. On top of that, I have never, and I mean never, seen him so taken with someone. You have no idea how special you are to him.” Robin takes your hand in hers, giving it a light squeeze.

You squeeze hers back in thanks before responding, “Thank you. I guess I’m just not used to mattering to someone. I was fully ready to believe he had started moving on.” You shake your head at yourself. “I’m never this emotional, not about stuff like this. I’ve never felt like this about someone.”

“Y/N, I know you’re gonna tell me its way too soon for this, but I’m pretty sure that’s what love is.”

“Absolutely not!” Your outburst is met with a look of warning from the librarian, who’d been putting books back behind you.

“It’s not a bad thing!” Robin hushes voice back to a whisper. “And I’m more than certain its reciprocated.”

You want so badly to believe her, but you find it hard to believe that you’re special to anyone, let alone someone like Eddie. You drop the subject, easing your mind with the dullness of Huck Finn. It’s not your favorite, but you retained enough of it when you read it last year. Maybe you can help Eddie over the phone, maybe it’ll be easier if he’s not so close to you. If he doesn’t call, you’ll take it as a sign that it was all too good to be true.

—

Eddie’s POV

He stares at his watch intently as the seconds tick by. 7:01. He’s sitting by his landline, English notes in hand trying to bring himself to look at them. Even if he could bring himself to read, he wouldn’t retain anything on the page. His mind races with scenarios of what you could want to talk about. Chrissy is his first thought. He imagines explaining what had happened, easing any worry you could have, comforting you only with the sound of his voice. Maybe it’s not that, though. He runs through the possibilities. Studying, maybe. Or, perhaps it’s a loophole in your own plan. This way you can talk to him without an impact on your grades. His mind eventually digs deeper, into a more devilish place in his mind.

Eddie imagines you in your bed, a clear image now that he’s been in your room. Your comforter is draped across your middle, one hand underneath it while the other holds the phone to your ear. On the other line, Eddie whispers sweet nothings to you. Asks what you’re wearing, if you could take some of it off. He’d tell you what to do, how to touch yourself to the sound of his voice. He’d listen to you whine on the other end, your breathing heavy as you beg him to come.

Shit. Eddie can feel the tent in his pants, and he looks back at his watch. 7:05. He figures he had enough time to take care of everything, but as he moves to get up from the couch when the phone rings.

Shit! There’s no way it’s you. “Munson Residence, Eddie speaking.” Eddie deadpans, expecting a telemarketer selling encyclopedia volumes.

“Hey.” It’s you. Fucking Christ.

“Hi. I thought you said 7:30?” He can’t help smiling, hearing the sound of your voice for the first time in 24 hours.

“I did, I definitely did. I uh, got home earlier than I thought I would.”

“Oh, sure. Totally. What’s up?” Eddie leans against the wall, cupping the phone between his ear and his shoulder.

“Well. I couldn’t help but notice you trying to study today. I thought maybe we could study like this? Help each other out before tomorrow?”

Eddie snorts into the receiver. “Are you serious? Or did you want to hear my voice so badly you made that up?” He’s getting cocky, but he has a feeling you’re not gonna hang up.

“It isn’t not that,” You say, and he can hear your smile behind the words. “But I know English is not your favorite, and I want to help. Plus I know you can’t read your notes.” You’ve got him there.

“Fine, we can study, I guess, but after that, we have to have a real conversation. It’s only fair.”

There’s a pause, as you consider his offer. “Deal.”

—

Your POV

The clock next to your bed beeps, 8:00. You’d been surprisingly focused on studying for the last hour, quizzing Eddie on the themes and plot of Huckleberry Finn. “You seem to get it a little better than when we started,” you observe, slowly shifting away from your text. “I guess you deserve a break. What did you want to talk about?”

Eddie hesitates, and you can hear him breathing into the receiver. “I wanted to know what happened today at lunch.” You can feel yourself go cold, did he see you crying?

“What do you mean?”

“You were upset. I saw you hugging Robin, wiping your eyes. I wanted to check on you sooner, but I also want to respect your boundaries this week. We said we wouldn’t talk at school, and I didn’t know about the phone loophole.” He chuckles.

“Oh, god, you saw that? No, no I’m totally fine. Nothing to worry about.” You try to shut him down but he persists.

“That is so not true. What happened, sweetheart?”

You groan, letting the pet name sink into your bones. “This is embarrassing.”

“You have no reason to be embarrassed around me, Y/N. Please just tell me what happened. Did I have anything to do with it?”

It’s your turn to hesitate, while you wonder if you should even bother telling him. You decide honesty is the best policy. “Yeah, you could say that. I just got stupidly jealous for a second. Which isn’t fair to you. I saw you talking to that cheerleader, Chrissy, and I guess I kinda freaked out.”

“That’s awfully flattering, thinking Chrissy would want anything to do with me.”

You roll your eyes, “Please, could you stop underestimating your likability. Everyone that’s ever met you, loves you. I’ve heard that firsthand.”

He scoffs, but makes his voice soft, gentle. “It’s still impossible to believe you’d be jealous of Chrissy.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? She’s everything you could possibly want! Pretty, popular, kind, I don’t see how that’s a stretch.”

“Sure, she’s fine, there’s nothing wrong with Chrissy. But she’s not you. She’s not even close.”

Your cheeks feel hot, your mouth dry as your heart rate jumps. “Isn’t that a good thing? That she’s nothing like me?”

There’s a tense pause as Eddie thinks through what to say next. “It’s a great thing that she’s not like you. No one is. Makes it that much clearer you’re the only one I want. The only person I’ve had the capacity to think about since meeting you. It’s paralyzing, even, the way I feel about you.”

“I hope you know that feeling is mutual, pretty boy.” It’s not much, you can’t begin to put your feelings for Eddie into words. But you hope he gets the point for now.

“It’s nice to hear it anyway.”

—

Eddie’s POV

There’s a knock on his door then. Not much of a knock, more like an angry slamming against the screen. “Hold on, baby. It looks like I have company.” He places the phone on the counter, receiver up so you know he’s still there. Eddie saunters to the front door, ready to reprimand whoever has the gaul to interrupt his conversation with you.

It’s a red faced, shaking Jason Carver. “What do you want?” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, bracing for another fist fight.

“Don’t you ever talk to Chrissy again, you hear me?”

“She talked to me, dude. Told me you gave her permission,” he spits the word, disgusted with Jason’s power over his friends and girlfriend. “Told me you wanted to party. I said no.”

“Shut up. She would never do that, never want anything to do with you. Understand? Don’t talk to her, look at her, even think about her, or I’ll fuck you and your bitch up.”

He can talk all the shit he wants about Eddie, but the second he refers to you that way, he’s charging at Jason. Eddie takes him down with ease, having a good three inches on his height. “Don’t you even think of touching them, you understand me?” Eddie’s got Jason pinned to the ground, a hand gripping each shoulder, throwing his head into the grass. “Don’t look at them, don’t think about them. I’m finished letting you think you can push me around, and I am especially done with you saying shit about Y/N.” He climbs off of Jason, letting him get up. “Go the fuck home, Jason. Leave us alone. Let Chrissy live without you hovering over her. She’ll leave you, y’know. She’ll get sick of your shit someday.”

Jason grunts, brushing the dirt from his jeans. “Whatever, Munson. You’re in for it now.” He turns to walk away.

“Oh, I’m shaking in my boots! Come get me, Jason! I’m starting to think you’ve got a crush!”

Jason only flips him off before getting into his car, speeding out of the park.

Eddie rolls his eyes, jogging back into the trailer, immediately picking up the phone. “You still there?”

“Hi, yes, I’m still here. What the hell was that?”

“That was Jason.”

“What?!” Your voice pitches up an octave, the fear in it unmistakable. “What the fuck did he want?!”

“To threaten me for selling drugs to his girlfriend, or something.”

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Don’t worry about me. Stay away from him, though. He’s gonna target you if he can’t get to me.”

There’s a pause. “I can handle him.” You sound certain, and Eddie knows that’s true.

“That doesn’t mean you should have to. Let me worry about him for you.”

You sigh, definitely a little sick of Eddie’s heroics. “We take care of each other.”

Eddie smiles into the receiver. “Okay. I think I can live with that.”

You two talk for hours, and Eddie finds himself twirling the phone cord like a teenage girl talking to her crush. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and Eddie hears you yawn. “Okay, sweetheart. It’s time for bed. I’ll see you tomorrow. From afar.”

“Okay, Eds. Goodnight.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams.”

—

chapter VII

a/n i’m trying to finish chapter 7 to get it up sooner, i know this one’s kind of a filler but i need to add suspense!

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 143

warnings: a nsfw moment near the end, dual pov hmh masterlist

After a few days of Ronan’s anxiety not being so bad, you thought that she was starting to get over it a little. Boy, did you get that wrong. You tried to go to the store alone--you just want some damn alone time--but she screamed and cried when you walked to the door. In the end, John had to go for you.

At first it was sweet. It seemed like Ronan just wanted the three of you to be together. She even allowed John to take her so you could just have a damn shower alone, but it was short lived. It was back to only wanting mom. John was a little offended. He suddenly seemed to just stop caring and didn’t even bother to help out when she was crying since he knew there was nothing that he could do.

But in all honesty, it’s really pissed you off.

Something happened at the shop; you’re not sure what since John hasn’t bothered to explain it to you. You went down there to see if there was something to do or some way that you could help, but John doesn’t even seem like he wants you here. You asked if you could just leave Ronan with him for a bit while you get a few things done (and get some fucking alone time) but he’s dismissing you.

“John, I’m just--”

“I’m sorry, I really can’t deal with this right now.” he barely gives you a glance, “I have to deal with the shop and figure out what is going on. I just can’t deal with this right now.”

You let out a small scoff, “I’m just asking you to watch Ro for an hour. John, I’m exhausted. I can’t shower without her in the bathroom with me. I need some fucking alone time.”

“And I get that, but I can’t deal with that right now.”

“You can’t deal with your daughter?”

John finally looks at you, “That’s not what I meant and you know it. If I don’t get this stuff figured out, we’re going to lose a lot of money.”

“And I get that,” you say, echoing him. “But if you don’t at least take her, I’m going to have a fucking breakdown. I’m fucking exhausted.”

John sighs as he looks at the laptop and papers on the desk, and you realize he’s completely ignoring you now in hopes that you’ll just walk away.

“Fine,” you throw your hands up and walk to the door, “I’ll just figure it out myself.”

“It’s not like she cares anyway.” he says, and you turn to look at him, “She doesn’t care that I’m not there anyway.”

You furrow your brow, “She’s a baby.”

“Yeah,” he nods, still looking at the papers, “But she doesn’t care. She doesn’t want me. She only wants you.”

“And you know how fucking exhausting that is for me? I have to get up seven times in the night to deal with it and I get no sleep. I can’t sleep during the day because she needs me to be around, I can’t nap when she does because I have to cook, do laundry, clean. I can’t have a fucking moment to myself!” you say as you tear up, “I’m so fucking tired and I’m tired of feeling like I’m doing everything myself.”

John finally looks at you, “That’s how you feel?”

“Yes! That is how I feel, especially this past week.”

“I’ve been dealing with this!” he says, standing up from the desk and gesturing, “I never should have bought this damn place!”

You scoff and look at him dead in the eyes, “You’re such a fucking asshole.”

“Yeah, I am.”

You sniffle, then you sigh and shrug, “I came to you because I thought you’d make me feel better--as you’ve done before, but clearly I was wrong.”

“Yeah.” John holds your gaze and sits back down at the desk.

You wipe the tears off your face and sniffle, then you shake your head and look at John, hoping and praying he’ll just apologize, that he’ll say he’s so sorry for getting upset, that he’ll rush over to you and pepper your face in kisses and just hold you and tell you everything will be okay, that he’ll fix everything. He keeps his gaze firmly set on the laptop and doesn’t look at you at all, so you turn to leave.

“You know, for the first time in our marriage, I feel so fucking completely ignored. I feel like my needs aren’t being met and you don’t even care. Don’t be surprised when you get home if Ronan and I aren’t there.” you say, and John lets out a small noise from his mouth, like he’s dismissing you.

Consider yourself dismissed.

There’s something so relaxing about an aquarium, just watching the fish swim around while soft music plays and the lights dimmed. Maybe that’s why you chose to take Ronan here instead of sitting at home--instead of having another fight with John like you have for the past few days now.

It’s the middle of the day during the week, so the aquarium is pretty empty other than some parents who brought their kids here as well. You’re behind all of those families and taking your time to walk through it. Mostly because the longer it takes to get through, the longer you can stay away and not go home. Who knows, after this you might even go to the mall for some shopping.

Obviously marriages have their up and downs, and you and John aren’t perfect but you thought the two of you were on the same page when it comes to this issue with Ronan. You get that he’s stressed out with the shop--not that you even know what happened since he didn’t tell you--but he’s never been this…dismissive of you.

You actually hate how understanding you are, because right now, you want to run to him and help him figure things out. Even after he was so dismissive. Even after he was a pretty big asshole to you. You know deep down he didn’t mean anything he said. He’s a good man. You’re still mad at him, but you have to admit that he’s a good man.

“I disgust myself sometimes, Miss Ro.” you say as you hold her in your lap, “I love your dad a lot but he was kind of a d-i-c-k to me. I know he’s probably stressed out but he shouldn’t take it out on me. I suppose just like I shouldn’t take it out on him but I just…I need some time alone.”

Ronan kicks her legs and babbles to herself, and you kiss the top of her head.

“You know, Grammy and I used to have lots of mommy daughter days,” you whisper to Ronan, “That was before Aunt Tess came to live with us. I was pretty much glued to Grammy’s side back then. I was a momma’s girl, just like you but I bet that does make daddy feel like he’s not important. I didn’t grow up with a dad, so that didn’t matter to me, but your dad…he’s kind of great. He’s a really great daddy.”

You close your eyes and hug tight to Ronan to keep yourself from crying, and she babbles loudly, her voice echoing in the little cave you’re in. You sniffle and smile when she looks at you, then you kiss the top of her head and gather up your things when you hear some people coming.

John wasn’t home when you arrived, so you got Ronan bathed and in her pajamas. Since he’s not home and you’re tired and don’t want to fight, you decided to sleep in the guest bedroom again. Ronan is sleeping beside you in her pack ‘n play, and you’re reading a book.

It’s nearly midnight by now, but John still isn’t home. Part of you is getting really worried. He never stays out this late but he hasn’t texted you. You opened your message with him earlier and saw a text bubble like he was typing, but it stopped and disappeared shortly after, so you don’t know what’s going on with him. You grab your phone to see if he’s typing again, but he’s not. He’s so damn stubborn. So are you though.

You close your book and set it aside, then you put your phone on the nightstand and turn off the light. After a few seconds of staring into the darkness, you roll over and grab your phone, then you hold it tight to your chest and pray he calls soon.

Walking into the kitchen, you see John sitting at the table as he reads the newspaper. He never called you last night, but he obviously came home at some point and went to bed. He glances over the top of the paper at you and catches your eye, but you turn your back to him to get a bottle started for Ronan.

“Ronan up?”

“Living room,” you barely look over your shoulder, then you get Ronan’s bottle.

John sighs loudly and shakes the newspaper out, “Still not talking to me?”

“Nope.”

When you woke up, you thought you were ready to finally settle this and talk it out, but he’s not even apologizing for being such an asshole. Plus you’re still pretty upset. You don’t want to talk to him when you’re still upset and make things worse.

“Well, I’m ready to--”

“I’m not!” you turn around and look at him, “I’m not ready! I’m pissed, John.”

John nods, “I know you are--”

“No! You don’t fucking understand. I am so goddamn mad at you.” you say, and he looks across the kitchen at you. You lower your voice a little since Ronan is just around the corner in the living room, “I’m mad. Let me be mad. I let you be mad, now let me.”

“Fine.”

You inhale shakily as you look at him, “I’m going to feed her, then I’m taking her for the day.”

“Now I can’t even spend time with you two?” he stands up and furrows his brow.

You scoff and let out a small laugh, “Now you want to spend time with us? Now you want to take care of her?”

“That is not fair and you know it.” he says, and you shrug, “I’ve been busy.”

“You said yourself that she doesn’t even care if you’re there.”

John looks a little hurt as he takes a step closer, “I don’t know why I said that.”

You don’t know why you even reminded him of that since you know that it just hurt his feelings. It was a cheap shot, you know that.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize for it, and he nods gratefully. “I’m sorry I said that. But look, I’m upset. I’m too upset with you to be…here. I just need time.”

“Then leave Ro with me.”

You shake your head as you grab the bottle for her, “It’s fine. We’ll go do something and be home tonight.”

“And you’ll be ready to talk then?”

“Maybe,” you whisper as he walks closer. You put your hand up to stop him because you know the second he touches you, you’ll just fall into his arms and forget all about this damn fight.

John sighs, “Just…let me at least kiss you.”

You tear up as you nod, and he hugs you and kisses your forehead twice before kissing your cheek and pressing his lips to yours softly.

“You know I always love you,” he whispers, and you nod.

“I’m still mad,” you say as you back away from him, and you mean it and he knows it. “I’m still really mad at you.”

John nods, “I know, sweetheart.”

You nod as a tear slides down your cheek, and you quickly wipe it away, “But I always love you too.”

I wasn’t expecting to get a call that a pipe burst and that the heat went out at the shop, but that’s how my day started. It only got worse when I got into a fight with Y/N. With no heat, we couldn’t really open the shop and allow customers to come in. I called to get it fixed, but when the guy got out to the shop to check it out, of course it was a rare piece that he’d have to order. It’ll take a week or more to get that piece in. Then the pipe burst. Y/N doesn’t know about that, and I’m honestly a little hesitant to tell her. She’ll be devastated to know how many books were ruined and how the floor will definitely need to be replaced.

We’ve barely spoken for three days now and every time I do try to talk to her, we end up getting into a fight. We talked for a few minutes in the kitchen this morning, but she wasn’t ready. I get it. I upset her and she has every right to take her time to process it all. She has every right to still be mad at me. We’ve already said some harsh things to one another that we definitely don’t mean, and all I want right now is for this to just be over so I can have her back by my side. I need her. And I need her help. I need her to tell me what to do.

I also really miss my daughter. I miss playing with her and hearing her laugh. I know Y/N isn’t keeping her from me by any means, but I did say that Ronan doesn’t care if I’m there or not. That’s not true. I know Ronan loves me. I know Y/N does too. And I love them both more than anything in this world.

I put my head in my hands and exhale, then I look up when I hear a knock on the office door. Jimmy holds up some food, and I nod my head.

“Now look, I usually don’t point out the obvious…” Jimmy says, and I raise my brows as he drops the bag on my desk and reaches in for a taco, “But you look like shit.”

“Yeah,” I let out a small laugh, “Uh, me and Y/N have been fighting for a few days but it really escalated yesterday.”

Jimmy lets out a big breath as he sits down on the chair in front of the desk, “What about?”

“Well, I had all this shit happen here--she doesn’t even know.” I say, and Jimmy widens his eyes, “I don’t want to stress her out. She’s already stressed out enough with what’s going on with Ro.”

“Dude, she’s your wife! You gotta tell her!”

I sigh loudly, “I know. And honestly, I know she’ll come down here and figure it all out. I know she will. That’s just who she is. She’ll have a solution for every single problem I’m having.”

Jimmy talks around a mouthful of taco, “You gotta apologize, man. Grovel, even. You gotta.”

“I said some pretty harsh shit.”

“On your knees.” he says, nodding his head, “You gotta beg. You’re lucky she hasn’t packed up and left you.”

I let out a small laugh, “Trust me, I know.”

“Nah, she wouldn’t do that. You two have a good marriage, but man, what the hell? Fix it!”

“Doesn’t matter that you’re my best friend, you’re still going to take her side.”

Jimmy laughs, “Because you’re in the wrong! I call it like I see it. Dude, you fucked up!”

“I know,” I nod my head, “You’re right.”

“Listen, it’s not like Tess and I don’t fight. We do. We absolutely do. No marriage is 100% perfect. You said some shit you didn’t mean, she probably did too, now you just have to put your egos aside and go talk to each other and apologize. She loves you and you love her.” he says, and I nod my head, “You have a beautiful life together, a beautiful daughter. I know you two, I know you’re not going to throw away a marriage because of something like this. In a week or two, you’ll look back and wonder why the fuck you even got into a fight in the first place when in reality you two just really need one another right now, because admit it, you really need your wife and she really needs you.”

I furrow my brow as I look at him, “Why does all of that sound so familiar?”

Jimmy takes a bite of his taco and looks at me, “Because your wife said it to me when Tess and I got into a fight.”

I laugh quietly, “Of course.”

“She’s smart, man.” he says, and I nod my head, “So go fucking apologize.”

I get home a little later than I’d hoped, but at least I’m not too late for dinner. I’m not expecting dinner to be on the table. Honestly I’d be an idiot to think it’d be there after fighting for the past few days. I wouldn’t expect her to be setting the table with a roasted chicken dinner for me, especially not after I’ve been such an ass to her.

As soon as I open the door, I hear Y/N laughing and water splashing--Ronan is in the bath. I drop my stuff on the coffee table, then I walk over to the bathroom and lean against the door frame. Y/N is laughing as she looks up at me, but the smile quickly fades.

“Hey.”

She clears her throat and nods, “Hi.”

“You two eat dinner yet?” I ask, and she shakes her head.

“Well, she did earlier, but we were playing with some paints and Ro got a little messy.”

I smile as I walk over and see Ronan in the bathtub full of bubble as she kicks her legs, “Hi, bug.”

Ronan looks up at me and waves her arm around, then she kicks the water wildly. I lean down to kiss the top of her head, then I kiss Y/N’s.

“Is it okay if I just order us something?” I ask, and Y/N nods her head as she looks at me.

Y/N gives me a weak smile as she nods, then she turns her attention back to Ronan. I head to the kitchen and grab out a few menus that we keep tucked in the drawer, then I lean over and look at them, wondering what she’s in the mood to eat. I end up just ordering some food from a restaurant in Oyster Bay; a burger for myself and some barbecue chicken wings for Y/N and other appetizers.

I hear her taking Ronan up to her room, so I just grab Bleu’s leash and decide to take him for a short walk.

I got back from taking Bleu for a walk just in time for the food to be delivered. I brought it all inside and set it on the kitchen table, then I wait for Y/N to come down. After about ten minutes of waiting, I go up to find her rocking Ronan to sleep.

“You coming down to eat?”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she whispers, and I nod my head.

I make my way back down to the kitchen and sit down at the table, then I wait a few minutes before she comes down. She perks up when she sees the food on the table, then she comes over and sits down. Knowing her, she probably hasn’t eaten all day.

“I got you some wings,” I say as I open a food container, “And I got you some of that artichoke dip that you like.”

“Thanks,” she says softly. She takes a chip and scoops it into the dip, then she nods her head and opens the other container with wings.

I take a bite of my burger as we eat in silence for a few minutes, then I glance over at her as she props her head on her face and plays with her a little before taking a bite.

I know I need to talk to her. This silent anger we’re both sitting on isn’t helping. I’m not angry anymore, but I’m sure she’s mad at me--I don’t blame her for that. We just need to talk and fix things. The house doesn’t feel the same, and Ronan doesn’t deserve to be stuck in between this little spat between me and her mother.

Taking a deep breath, I look over at her to say something but I stop when she looks at me.

“You’ve been a real ass, you know that?” she says, and I nod my head. “You didn’t need to be such a dick to me the other day and now it’s snowballed and gotten worse.”

“You’re not even sleeping in our room, I’m aware that it’s gotten worse.” I say softly, “And I’m aware of what an asshole I was to you.”

Y/N sighs as she puts her fork down, “I was just asking for a little time to myself.”

“I know,” I reach over for her hand, “I know. It’s just…the shop--everything was going wrong there and then you leaving Ro with me would mean she would just cry the whole time since you’d be gone. She hates me.”

“She does not hate you, John.” she tears up and shakes her head, “You’re her dad! She doesn’t hate you. See how excited she was to see you when you got home? She loves you!”

I exhale loudly, looking at her, “That’s not the point right now. The point is what an ass I was to you. You didn’t deserve that. You’ve been so overwhelmed and stressed out with Ronan lately. I should have been more considerate.”

“Well…” she looks down before she looks at me and chuckles, “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry. I apologize that I made you feel like your needs weren’t being met. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t being heard. I’m sorry for ignoring you.” I say, and her eyes soften, “You know that you are the most important person in my life; I know you know this. But I failed lately and I sincerely apologize. I fucked up, I can admit that.”

Y/N holds my gaze and nods, “Thank you.”

I take her hand and press a kiss to it, then I shake my head, “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Thank you.” she whispers, then she tears up, “I thought you hated me.”

I move my chair back and tug her hand to get her to come sit in my lap, then I wrap my arms around her as she cries. I tuck her head into the crook of my neck and hold her tight, and I inhale the smell of her perfume. I’ve missed it.

“I could never hate you,” I whisper to her, and she sits up to reveal her face wet with tears. I wipe them away and look into her bloodshot eyes, “I could never, peach. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

She sniffles, “Did you and Helen fight like this?”

“Yeah, we did. You know why?” I say, and she raises her brows, “Because no marriage is perfect and people fight.”

Y/N cups my face and blinks, a tear rolling down her cheek, “This shit with Ronan is just so stressful and I’m so goddamn tired.”

“I know,” I lean up to kiss her cheek, “And I promise that I can take her and let you have some alone time.”

She smiles, “I just wanna shower alone and be able to go to the bathroom without her looking at me.”

“Yeah, that can’t be fun.” I say, and she laughs weakly like she hasn’t slept in days, which to be fair I don’t think either of us has. “I can take her and let you have the day to yourself.”

“Thank you.” she leans her forehead against mine.

I press my lips to her forehead and sigh, “You’re not still mad at me, are you?”

“I’m too tired.” she says, and I laugh. “I’m so exhausted, John.”

“I know,” I cradle her in my arms and look down at her, “Let’s get some food in you and get you to bed then.”

Y/N cups my face and holds my gaze, “I love you.”

“I love you so much more,” I whisper, then I lean down to kiss her. I hum and press my lips to hers a few times, then I look at her, “I’m so sorry. I thought you’d be a lot harder on me.”

“If I wasn’t so tired, yeah, I’d probably have yelled at you but what would that accomplish?” she says as we laugh, then she shrugs, “I don’t want to fight. I just want some alone time.”

I nod my head, “I get that.”

I still haven’t told her about the shop but that can wait until the morning. Right now all I care about is getting some food in her and getting her to bed. She deserves some rest. I can handle Ronan.

Y/N gets up and sits down in her chair, then she moves it closer and holds my hand as we eat. I hold up my burger so she can take a bite, then she feeds me a chicken wing.

“Fill me in on what’s been going on.” I say, hoping she doesn’t ask me to do the same, “What have you and Bug been up to?”

“Well,” she takes a deep breath and looks at me, and I smile as she holds tight to my hand and tells me what she’s been doing.

I don’t know what it is but Ronan has been in a great mood this morning, which is great for me! Y/N slept in, got to take a shower alone, then she went out and did some stuff on her own. She texted me that she’d be home soon, so I’m getting the house picked up now that Ronan is down for a nap. Thankfully it’s not too bad.

After throwing in some laundry, I grab the basket of clothes and sit on the couch to fold them. I smile when I hold up a pair of little leggings and laugh as I fold them up. Baby clothes are so cute. I put all of Ronan’s clothes aside, then I dig deeper and pull out some underwear. I never know how to fold Y/N’s underwear and she always laughs. I just set them aside since I’m not sure how to fold them and move on to folding up some jeans.

I look up when I see Y/N pulling into the driveway, and I get up and walk into the kitchen to greet her, “Hey.”

“Hi!” she smiles as she closes the door behind her, “How is she?”

“Down for a nap.” I say, and she exhales in relief. “She’s been really good today. Only really got fussy when I tried to wipe her face off after she ate some food.”

Y/N laughs, “Yeah, she does that.”

“She did cry a little before she went down for her nap, but she was just tired,” I say, then I walk over to hug her. Y/N immediately starts to laugh, and I stop and furrow my brow, “What?”

“Are you saving those for later?”

I furrow my brow more and look around, “Saving what?”

Y/N reaches forward and pulls the lacy underwear off of me. They must have gotten stuck on my belt. She holds them up and laughs, and I playfully shrug.

“I was doing laundry.”

“Ooh, and he does laundry! I’m a lucky gal.” she teases as I laugh. She wraps her arms around my waist and smiles at me, “I had a really good day.”

I smooth her hair back and lean down to kiss her, “I’m glad you did. You should do that more often. Ro was fine with me today.”

“Well, I’ll admit…” she looks into my eyes and laughs, “I miss the shit out of you.”

“I miss the shit out of you too.” I lean down and kiss her a few times, then I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lead her into the living room.

Y/N takes off her jacket and tosses it over the back of the chair, then she walks over and plops down on the couch next to me, curling up in my arms. I kiss her forehead and close my eyes, and I rub her arm a little when she shivers.

“So,” she finally looks up at me and sits up, “What’s going on at the shop?”

I let out a small laugh, “I was hoping you’d forget about that.”

“Yeah, no.” she laughs.

“Well, it’s closed today anyway, but…” I inhale deeply and shake my head, “It will probably need to be closed for the next week or so. The heat is out and the piece won’t be in for a few days.”

Y/N scrunches her face, “Well, that’s sucky.”

“Oh, and, uh…” I take a deep breath and prepare myself for how hurt she’s going to be, “A pipe burst and ruined the floor and some books.”

“What?” she widens her eyes, “John! Why didn’t you tell me?”

I laugh quietly, “I knew you’d be upset.”

“And this is why you were so stressed out?” she asks, and I nod.

I sigh, “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Is the damage really bad?” she asks, and I grimace. She puts her head down as she tears up, “I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

She sniffles, “I’m the reason you bought the shop.”

“Hey,” I pull her closer to me, “I didn’t mean what I said; I love owning the shop with you. I was just mad. I love the shop. Obviously it’s not ideal when this shit happens, but it happens and we have insurance. We’ll get it fixed and it’ll be open by next week.”

“Are we really going to lose a lot of money?”

I shrug, “Not worried about it--that’s not why we have the shop. It’ll be fine. The employees will be happy to have a week off.”

“Well, we could get some heaters and maybe even open the shop and serve hot chocolate. I’m sure some people will still want to stop in for a book. That way we don’t have to be closed for a week. We could put a sign out, and you and I could work. And we can get Jimmy to fix the floor.”

I look at her and smile, “That’s a good idea. I’ll call him later. I’m sure he’ll be up for helping. He’ll know what he’s doing too.”

“Plus he’ll do it for cheap.” she says, and I laugh. “Can I come help when he fixes the floor?”

I smile as I lean over to kiss her, “Of course you can. Might want to leave Ro with your mom though.”

“Yeah, good idea.”

It’s pretty cold in the shop without the heat, but Jimmy got some heaters set up. We’re going to get the floor fixed before we let any customers in, so we decided to do that before we’re open on Monday. Y/N is wearing my coat with some gloves and a hat, and she’s holding a large cup of hot chocolate. Meanwhile I’m fucking sweating now since we’re fixing the floor.

“So,” Jimmy looks over at Y/N, “I heard John was being a dick the other day.”

Y/N furrows her brow, “From who?”

“From the man himself.” he says, and she laughs.

“Yeah, he wasn’t on his best behavior.” she winks, and I smile at her. “But he apologized and we worked things out. He took Ro so I could have a day to myself, and that was really nice.”

I look over at her, “I was a dick, I’ll admit it. Thank god she forgave me.”

“That’s marriage, am I right? The amount of times Tess has forgiven me is astounding.” Jimmy says, and Y/N laughs, “But that’s what a marriage is. You work through your issues together and find a solution.”

Y/N tilts her glass up in cheers, then she takes a sip, “So, you grovel when Tess is mad at you?”

“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe,” he says, and we laugh. “Nah, she’s gotten a lot better. We both have since we’ve been married. We’ve figured out what works for us, just like you two have.”

I look over at Y/N and smile at her, “Marrying a forgiving woman is a start.”

“Well, I forgave you because you apologized.” she says, walking over to sit closer to a heater. “It’s not like I just forgave you for nothing. You’re good at admitting when you’re wrong and apologizing. I’m lucky that I married someone who actually realizes that I have feelings and wants to make up for it when he hurts them.”

I reach over and rub her thigh, “Because I love you.”

“I love you!” she says, leaning over to kiss me.

“Yeah, Tess is right,” Jimmy says as he looks at us, “You two are gross.”

I laugh when he winks at us, then I lean over and kiss Y/N again.

Well, like I said, Y/N fixed everything. We opened the shop and even had to call Grace to come down because so many people were coming in. One woman even told me that she was ‘devastated’ that we were going to be closed because our shop is her favorite. She was thrilled to see that we were open and also giving out hot chocolate--my wife is a genius.

The guy is here right now getting the furnace fixed and Y/N is just finishing up with some customers. I’m getting everything done so we can head over to get Ronan and go home for the night. A soft knock on the door causes me to look up, and I see the guy here to fix the furnace.

“You’re all set. Should be warming up in here within 10 minutes.” he says, and I get up to shake his hand, “You might need to adjust it a little to get the temperature just right.”

“Thank you.” I nod, then I stand in the doorway and look over as some customers leave.

Y/N tilts her head back and lets out a big breath, “I wanna go home!”

“Come here,” I grab her by the waist and pull her to me, “We can go home in a few minutes. I just want to make sure it gets warm in here. We should turn off these heaters.”

“On it, boss man.” she salutes me, then she walks over to turn off the heater near the door while I get the heater in the center of the shop. Y/N looks over at me and smiles, “Hey, handsome.”

I laugh, “Hey, beautiful.”

“So, I was thinking…” she walks over to me and holds my gaze as she tugs my belt, “You know, I’ve had my alone days, showered alone, got to relax, but there’s something that I haven’t had in a few days.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

Y/N smiles and cups my face to pull me down to her lips, “You.”

I smile against her lips, “Didn’t want to bother you.”

“You asking for sex is never a bother.” she whispers, and I look into her eyes.

“I wanted you so bad the other day but you looked so cozy in bed,” I say as she laughs, “You looked so relaxed.”

She smiles, “You know what really relaxes me?”

“What?”

“Some really good fucking sex.” she says, and I wrap my arms around her and lift her up as we kiss.

I walk to the office and stop, “Here or home?”

Y/N looks around as she thinks, humming loudly, “How about…both?”

“Sounds good to me.” I say, and she laughs when I lay her down on the desk.

Y/N is panting loudly underneath me with her eyes closed and her nails still digging into my back. I press my lips to her forehead and smile when she opens her eyes to look at me, then I lean down and kiss her a few times. I’m still hard and inside of her, so I slowly thrust my hips.

“Ah!” she laughs and puts her hands on my chest to stop me, “I’m so sensitive.”

I lean down and suck on her neck, then I sit up and look into her eyes, “I’ll go grab some water for you.”

“Thank you,” she whispers. I start to get up but she grabs my arms, “Can you grab me a snack too?”

“Did I work up an appetite?”

Y/N laughs, “Would you just grab me something?”

“I’m on it,” I say, then I grab my boxers from the floor and head downstairs.

We have a few snack things, so I grab some of each and two bottles of water, then I head back upstairs. Y/N is looking at the baby monitor to check on Ronan, but she puts it aside and smiles at me. I hold up the snack cakes that I brought, and she points at the one in my left hand so I toss it to her.

“Ro okay?”

She nods, “Yeah, just sleeping away. She’s such a good sleeper.”

“She is,” I sit down and look over at the monitor, “She’s doing much better lately, you know with her anxiety and stuff.”

“Yeah,” she bites into the snack cake and looks at me with frosting on her mouth. I laugh and lean over to wipe off the frosting on the corner of her mouth, then I suck it off my finger. “She seems to be getting a little better.”

I nod, “A little fussy when you left earlier, but it didn’t last nearly as long as it has before.”

“And she’s making you feel like you matter again?”

I let out a small laugh as I look down, then I nod and look at her, “Yeah.”

“No, I’m serious. Is she? Because I totally get it, John. I get feeling like she doesn’t like you, because she definitely has her days when she only wants daddy.” she turns to me and cups my face, “Jonathan, she loves you to death. She snuggles so close to you when you hold her too--she loves you.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why I said that stuff the other day.” I admit, and she smiles softly, “I know she loves me. I was just being stupid.”

Y/N lets out a small laugh, “I get the same way. Sometimes--obviously not really lately--but she only wants you to hold her. As the person who literally carried her inside of my body for nine months, I can get a little offended. I try not to take it personal. You shouldn’t either. She adores you.”

“I don’t know why I said a lot of that stuff the other day,” I whisper, looking over to meet her gaze, “I didn’t mean any of it. And I want you to know that I am here to help with anything. You name it and I’ll do it. I want to be the best husband to you because that’s what you deserve.”

“John,” she laughs a little, “I’m always going to think you’re the best husband. Just because we sometimes fight doesn’t suddenly change my mind. I think you’re the best husband.”

I smile at her and bump my shoulder against hers, “I think you’re biased.”

“But I’m right.” she says, and I laugh. “Like always.”

“No doubt.” I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her closer to me, “I really do apologize.”

She tilts her head back and laughs, “Stop apologizing. I never thought I’d tell my husband to stop apologizing, but John, stop apologizing. We’ve figured it out and worked through it. Babe, I’m not upset anymore.”

“Okay,” I laugh as I look at her, “I was close to getting on my knees and begging if you weren’t going to forgive me.”

“Stop!” she laughs loudly, then she leans over and kisses me, “I love you so much, Wick.”

I kiss her again, “I love you so much, peach. You know, we have so many great memories that it seems like the bad ones don’t even exist.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“That’s a great thing!” I say, and she smiles. “I can’t promise we won’t fight again someday but I can promise that we’ll work through it.”

Y/N looks into my eyes and smiles, then she looks down, “I just…I…ugh! I’m trying to find the words, but I can’t. I know you can’t read my mind--as much as I wish you could--I know that I need to be more vocal when I need help.”

“You tend to not ask for help until you’re drowning,” I say, and she nods when she looks at me, “So, maybe I need to be better at recognizing when you need help. I know that wasn’t really our problem this time around--you came to me for help; I just…fucked up.”

“It’s a work in progress,” she laughs a little, then she looks down as we intertwine our fingers, “I just felt like I was doing everything alone the past week, and I’m sure you did too. We’re a lot alike--we never ask for help. I’m your wife, so the moment you need help, I am here. That’s kind of the deal we made when we put these things on.”

I look down when she points at our wedding rings, then I look at her, “I’m here too. I can’t apologize enough for how terrible of a husband I’ve been to you this week. I want you to know that I’m always working to be a better man for you. I’m always here for you. I am always here to help you. You should never feel like raising Ronan is a one person job, because it’s not. When we decided to be parents, I knew it would be a full time job I did with my best friend; I failed this week. I failed you.”

Y/N looks at me as she tears up, “I hate that you put it like that and that you even feel that way. It breaks my heart.”

“But it’s true, baby. It’s okay to admit it. It’s okay because now I’m learning, and I have no problem admitting that I was wrong and that I need to do better. I’m learning for the future. We’re growing.” I say, and she smiles softly, “We’re growing as a couple, and that’s amazing. How amazing is it that we still want to work through our problems? I’d rather sit and talk things through with you than just sleeping it off and never talking about it and it all getting bottled up until we explode on one another. I am going to be the best husband that I can be to you.”

“You already are, John.” she lets go of my hand and cups my face, “Not once during this week did I think you’re a bad husband. I knew you were stressed and taking it out on me too. We both did it to each other. Next time you need help, you come to me.”

I smile, “And you come to me.”

“And we can fix each other’s problems.”

“Because we’re really good at it,” I whisper, and she smiles as she leans over to kiss me. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her closer, “Now be completely honest, is there anything left on your mind that we need to talk about? Anything at all.”

Y/N bites her bottom lip and tilts her head to the side as she thinks, then she scrunches her nose and looks at me, “No, I don’t think so.”

“Okay, well, I have one thing to say,” I say, and she nods. “The moment, the freaking second, you start to feel like I’m slacking, you come to me and tell me. Don’t worry about hurting my feelings. Don’t worry about my ego. I care more about you than my pride. You sit me down and tell me that I’m slacking, okay?”

“Okay.”

I hold her gaze, “I mean it, Y/N Wick, you tell me.”

“I will,” she nods as her eyes soften, “This, this right here is why you’re my person, John. You cannot even begin to imagine how much I appreciate that you talk with me through these things. I’ve never had that before. I’ve never had someone who cared enough about me that they want to talk through the issues that we’re having. A marriage is hard fucking work. Ours never has felt that way because it’s so fucking easy to get along with you, but every now and then, sometimes we struggle, but you always make sure to talk with me to make sure I’m okay. And you always…always apologize and make sure I’m okay before we move on from it. I married the best fucking person in this world.”

“I just want to be the perfect person for you.” I admit quietly, then I look at her and realize I’ve teared up a little, “I can’t lose you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Y/N moves closer as a tear slides down her cheek, “You won’t ever lose me. Not when we can work through our issues. Not when we love each other this much.”

“I love you so much,” I pull her to my lips and reach for her thigh to get her to straddle my waist. She moves over and sits in my lap, then she pulls the blanket up as we kiss, “I love you.”

The blanket falls down as we kiss and move down the bed, and I hold her tight and roll over on top of her. She reaches down and quickly pulls my boxers down, and I immediately slide back between her legs, hearing her moan into the crook of my neck.

“I love you,” I say with every thrust, and she grips my arm tight and looks into my eyes, “I love you.”

Her chin wobbles a little as she looks into my eyes, then she nods her head and smiles, “I love you.”

The bed creaks softly underneath us as I roll my hips, and I lean down to kiss Y/N before pouring every ounce of love that I have into her.

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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The Blade-Technoblade

This is a Technoblade x gn!reader in the dreamsmp! I hope you enjoy!

Prompt 101 from this list!

Masterlist here

Warning: Like a few cuss words.

Y/N is forced to face their biggest fear when it quite literally comes knocking at their front door.

Y/N’s POV

I knew who Technoblade was. Of course I knew who Technoblade was. You would be stupid not to. Everyone had heard the rumors about the famous Blood God. The wars he fought in, the lives he’d taken, the blood he’d spilt. And all of it for fun. He did the things because he found it fun. The Blade did things for pleasure and satisfaction, not caring about the wreckage and the consequences left in his wake. He frightened just about everyone around him, no one wanting to be around him longer than necessary. Including me.

To be honest, The Blade scared the hell out of me.

And for a while, that was okay. I lived in the DreamSMP and The Blade was always traveling across the world. We would never meet and that was just fine with me. Or so I thought.

Cut to Wilbur and Tommy losing the election. Schlatt somehow managed to over take the votes and actually win the presidential election of L’Manberg. And his first act? Forcing Wilbur and Tommy into exile from their own nation.

The whole situation broke my heart. Wilbur and Tommy were my friends but as much as I wanted to stop what was happening, I couldn’t. I’m just one person and besides, Schlatt is rightfully the president, he won… fair and square. What he says, goes.

I knew about Pogtopia though. Wilbur and Tommy’s secret nation of just the two of them as they planned a way to overthrow Schlatt. I knew Tubbo was helping them and I knew that just about everyone was on their side. I, on the other hand, chose to completely stay out of it. I didn’t want to fight. War scared me, almost as much as The Blade did. I didn’t tell Schlatt about the goings on in his own cabinet and didn’t tell Wilbur about the happenings here in L’Manberg. I completely stayed out of it.

Well that was until it literally came knocking on my front door one day.

I was just cleaning up around my house. Putting things away and organizing chests when there was a series of loud knocks on my front door. Furrowing my brow, I quickly shut the chest I was sorting through before making my way to the door to answer it. When I swung it open, I wished immediately that I didn’t.

My heart stopped in my chest and my breath froze in my throat. There on my front porch, behind my front door, standing directly in front of me was the Blood God himself. Before I could even compose myself enough to speak I was being pushed to the side and the pink headed man was entering my home. “Move,” his gruff voice commanded as he brushed past me.

I slowly turned myself to follow him as he stalked into my home. “Close the door damn it,” The Blade cursed out as he ducked into my living room. I had no choice, what was I going to do? Say no to a god?

I managed to take a gulp and unfreeze my limbs from their shocked stagnant state. I carefully closed the door before carefully walking toward the same room that the pink headed god had entered just moments ago.

There he was.

He was still standing. Well he was pacing. Back and forth in front of my fireplace, muttering something under his breath. I had started a small fire this morning to keep me warm while I clean… that’s not important. What’s important is that there is a literal god in my living room. One I am absolutely terrified of at that.

I carefully crept a little further in the room, trying to get a bit closer so I could hear him. “Stupid Wilbur. Not going to get caught, my ass. Stupid Tommy. You’ll be fine,” his monotone grumbled out. I was confused for a moment but then it hit me. Techno is Tommy and Wilbur’s brother. Of course they would call him for help.

The Blade’s communicator beeped from his pocket causing him to all but rip it from its place. A loud groan escaped his lips as he angrily typed back before throwing the device against the couch causing me to flinch. The Blade must have seen this because he stopped his pacing and his head turned to me. I once again flinched under his intense stare and kept my eyes focused on the ground.

I heard a sigh escape the man’s lips. “I’m sorry about barging in here like that. That was rather rude of me,” The Blood God’s voice filled the room. He actually sounded sorry, which was surprising. The man who brought whole villages to their knees for sport is apologizing to little ole me.

“Why did you?” I managed to croak out shyly, “Barge in here I mean.” The Blade let out a snort of disbelief and I heard him move and sit down on my couch as he let out a deep breath. “Wilbur and Tommy convinced me to sneak into Manberg to spy. They gave me specific instructions to stay hidden and not to kill people. We need the element of surprise that I’m here fighting for Pogtopia. What they failed to mention is that Schlatt, Quackity, and Tubbo like to take walks around for meetings.” I let out a small hum, letting my eyes shift up just a little bit, taking a small step toward the couch. They do like to do that, I’m surprised Tubbo didn’t tell them that.

“So then while I was scouting out the place, I caught sight of them and they were heading straight for me. I remember Wilbur and Tommy telling me about you and your house and so when I recognized your place I figured I would hide out here for a while… Until they stop walking around,” Techno finished, looking over the back of the couch, his red eyes boring into me.

My heart began to pound loudly in my chest. Had it been anyone else, I would not have minded. But the one person I fear more than anything? That’s a little bit of a different story. But what was I going to say? No? To a god that never hesitates to kill someone if they disrespect him? You’re joking. So I let out a deep breath, tried to relax my shoulders a little bit before nodding. “Yeah,” I squeaked out. I cleared my throat before continuing, “Yeah. That’s fine.”

The Blood God threw a small thankful smile over his shoulder at me before turning his head back around. “Thanks, I appreciate it,” He hummed, picking up his communicator again before checking it.

While he was distracted, I took a few more small steps forward and came to stop at the end of my couch. I didn’t want to make him or myself uncomfortable by sitting next to him on the couch, but he was in my house. The Blade must have realized this because his head turned from the small device in his hand to look at me. “You can sit down if you want. It is your house and your couch.”

I managed to let out a small nervous giggle before carefully moving and sitting myself down on the couch. I sat perfectly straight facing forward, not letting myself relax, still quite scared. Blood God’s eyes were still on me and I heard a small chuckle escape his lips. “I won’t bite you, you know? There is no reason to be that tense. You haven’t done anything to warrant being bitten,” he told me, amusement lacing his voice.

I cleared my throat and attempted to relax into the couch. “I’m just a little nervous. I’ve heard a lot of things about you and not all of them are good…. I’m a bit scared of you,” I admitted. I really didn’t want to offend the man but he had a right to know.

The Blade let out a sigh as he set his commutator down before giving me his full attention. “I know that there are a lot of stories that surround my name. I know I’m the Big Bad Scary Blood God. But just like you believe those stories about me, please believe me when I say that is not all I am. The same man that drop kicked that orphan is the same man that loves farming potatoes.”

His words caused me to freeze for just a moment before I let my head completely turn to him. “You’ve drop kicked an orphan?” I questioned incredulously. His eyes widened in a little bit of panic. “It was in self defense!” He exclaimed. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled out of my throat at his shoddy attempt at defending himself. All of the tension left my body as I keeled over myself in laughter.

As I was laughing, I heard a deep chuckle join me in my laughter. The soft tones warmed my heart and made my laughter die down and a soft smile formed over my face. “You’re pretty funny Mr. Blood God,” you admit to the pink haired god. A soft smile of his own formed across his face. “Thanks. And please, call me Techno.” “Okay.... Techno.”

Together on the couch, The Bla-- Techno and I got to know each other. I told him about myself and he told me about him. The real him. I learned that he did in fact love farming potatoes, and he once competed against a child to see who could grow the most potatoes… He won obviously. He also told me about his collection. How his piglin hybrid side of him has forced him to keep a hoard of all things golden and shiny. He even told me about the voices. It helped me understand just a bit more of why he does the things he does. It made me less afraid.

So much so that by the time he was ready to leave, I actually didn’t want him too. The two of us had grown a lot closer. I was no longer scared of who I knew to be The Blood God. I now knew of Techno. I knew the man behind the persona, the sweet, kind, and funny man that had very quickly stolen my heart.

“I guess this is goodbye,” Techno claimed, scratching the back of his head as the two of us stood near my front door. The sun had finally set and the coast was completely clear, meaning Techno could safely make it out of Manberg.

“I guess so,” I echoed, reaching up and scratching my shoulder, looking down to the ground trying to avoid his eyes. I really didn’t want him to go. Now that I had learned the Blood God wasn’t what I thought he was, I wanted to know more. I wanted to learn more about Techno. I wanted to know if this feeling that had developed in my chest was real or not. I wanted to know if I had actually fallen in love with the man I had once feared.

The two of us stood there in uncomfortable silence for a few moments before I finally decided to break it. “I guess I was wrong about you. You’re not so bad after all,” I told him, my gaze moving from the floor to lock eyes with him.

A warm grin overtook his face at my confession. “Yeah?” I gave him a small nod and he let out a little laugh at that. “That’s great to hear and makes me much less nervous about my next question,” Techno admitted, running his hand through his pink locks. “Hmm?” I hummed softly, trying to prompt him to ask his question.

Techno let out a deep breath before giving me a nervous smile. “Well, I, uh… I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out again some time. I had a really nice time today and I would love to do it again. And maybe, if you’re up for it, it could be a… a date?” My heart melted at his words. He looked so nervous and so cute as he shyly asked me for another hang out. But maybe the next time, be a date.

I couldn’t help the soft smile that twitched onto my lips. I took a few steps forward, carefully reaching out, and placing a soft hand against his cheek. Once I was sure that Techno was okay with the gentle contact, I carefully leaned up onto my tiptoes and slowly leaned forward, slow enough to give Techno the opportunity to pull away. He didn’t.

Our lips met in a soft and gentle kiss, one so on the complete opposite of what I pictured the Blood God to be. It was soft and sweet, it made my eyes flutter closed and my toes curl. One of Techno’s own hands left his side and carefully cupped my own cheek, ever so gently enticing me to get closer to him. And who am I to refuse a god?

The gentle kiss was broken as the two of us parted for air. My eyes fluttered open at the same time Techno’s did. Our eyes met, causing the two of us to grin shyly at each other. The moment was soft and tender. Something I enjoyed a lot, and I could tell it affected Techno the same way.

“In case that didn’t make it obvious,” I whispered gently, not wanting to break the soft tension, “I would love to go on a date with you.” The soft grin on Techno’s face widened immensely at my words. “Yeah?” He asked, trying to get reassurance. “Yeah,” I confirmed with a wide smile painting my lips. “For real, 100%. I want to get to know you more and I would love to see you again.”

Techno stared at me in awe for a moment before giving me a small nod. “Okay then. I will see you tomorrow then,” he claimed decidedly before carefully pulling his hand away from my face, causing me to follow suit.

“Tomorrow?” I asked, a little surprised at the soonest of it, but it’s not like I minded. “If that works for you.” I gave the man a smile and a confirming nod. “Works just fine with me.” A matching smile painted itself on his lips, mirroring mine. “Alright then. I’ll see you at the same time tomorrow.”

Reluctantly, he reached out and grabbed the doorknob and opened my front door. Techno moved to walk out the door but just as he was about to be outside, he stopped. He turned on his heel and gave me one final warm smile. “Goodnight Y/N.” Techno stated softly, before leaning forward and pressing a quick but soft peck to my lips. I was surprised at the contact but before I could react, his lips were off mine. So instead, I gave him a warm smile in return, “Goodnight Techno.” Then he was gone.

I let out a dreamy sigh as I closed the door behind Techno. I turned around and let myself lean backwards against the door and slide to the floor. A dreamy sigh escaped my lips as I let my fingers dance on my lips, the tingles of the sweet kiss still very present. Who knew that I would be in love with The Blade? Yes I said it, I’m in love with The Blade…. No, I'm in love with Techno. And I couldn’t be more happy about it. Gosh I can’t wait until tomorrow.

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xmalfoyweasleyx · 3 years

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Two empty years - F.W (smut)

Summary: Y/N is like a sister to Fred, but when he sees her again after two years, things change, a lot.

Warnings: 18+ smut, but also fluff and a plot, also briefly choking and praising. (to be clear, they talk about her being little but she's absolutely 18+ in this story!)

A/N: This is my first story but I worked VERY hard so I hope you like it. Let me know if you see mistakes or have tips x

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27 July 1997

I felt sick when my feet landed on the soft grass next to the Burrow. I wasn't a big fan of appareting. I ran as fast as I could to the door. Molly and Ginny already waiting for me. "Are they here yet?" I asked, not able to hide the fear in my voice. Ginny fell into my arms and hugged me. "I missed you Y/N" she murmured. Molly gave me a smile full of sympathy and sighed: "Hello dear, no they're still not here."

Alll of this, just for getting Harry here safely. When did the upcoming war get this far? A month ago I was at Hogwarts worrying about an essay for potions. And now. Now I'm here. Worrying about my friend’s life. I wanted to help too but they didn't let me.

"Who's there? Who's helping?" I asked, nervously playing with the hem of my shirt. "All of them, Hermione, Ron, Tonks, George, Fred,..." Ginny answered but I stopped listening at Fred's name.

Fred. I haven't seen Fred in 2 years. Two.

It was my own fault. I used to visit the burrow every summer. The Weasleys were like a family. But that was the problem. I've been Ron his best friend since my first day at Hogwarts. I got sorted into Y/H. It was a dream coming true. And since then I visited the burrow every summer. Oh and don't forget the Holidays. Even getting the sweater with my initials on it.

But I never came back, since the day it happened. The day I fell in love with Fred Weasley. It's been two years. I saw him with a little boy. The boy was crying. It was something about the way Fred comforted that boy that made me melt inside, it made my knees weak. I promised myself I couldn't let this happen. I. was like a little sister to him after all. There was no way Fred could ever see me like this, like... a woman. I was a sister, I was his little brother's best friend. He probably loved me. But he would never be in love with me. And it got worse because I started fantasizing. I couldn't get my eyes off him playing quidditch. Watching him move with the sweat on his face. He made my stomach tingle in a way I've never felt. But I was young, and I knew that. I couldn't be that sexy girl, the woman I had to be to make him notice me as something else than an innocent, cute friend. Because we were friends too, good friends, always joking together.

So I never visited again. I just couldn't see him. And I didn't, because he left Hogwarts, I didn't even visit their shoppe once.

"Come inside dear" Molly offered "I haven't seen you in so long! But Ginny told me you still talk a lot with her in school, I'm happy to hear that. And I'm also happy you joined The Order!” she smiled wide like always. And then we heard something. It was Harry and Hagrid. Suddenly a wave of anxiety hit me. I was going to see Fred. If he was okay... Fuck, what if he wasn't okay?

I was ripped out of my daydreams when I heard a scream, it was Molly. I turned around quickly. Seeing a redheaded tall boy. That's when my heart skipped a beat. Blood all over the boy's face.

Oh no.

After one minute I noticed it wasn't Fred. It was George.

"George!" I gasped while kneeling in front of him laying on the sofa. "Y/n? Is that you?" he mumbled. "Yes it's me, what happened?" I gulped.

Before he could answer someone stumbled next to me. Grabbing George immediately. "George!" he panted. It was Fred. I knew it without even looking. He was sitting right next to me without even releasing I was there.

"Y/n is here" was the only thing George answered.

That's when our eyes met. For the first time in two years. After two years of purposely ignoring him.

It was silent. Something flickered in his eyes but I didn't know what it was. He grew up. Even more. He was an adult now. But so am I.

Change of POV

Fred didn't know what happened. Y/n, he missed her. He always knew she was pretty but he never really thought about it. And now, she was... she was older? She was a woman now. He couldn't really describe it, how she was just exactly the same sweet little girl who was like family to him, but how she still changed so much. How she was actually... hot now? She was so damn hot now. Of course she was. There’s always been something about her that he couldn't really describe, this feeling. But he didn’t want to feel that way, he couldn’t, she was younger, she was his brother's friend. She was y/n.

"Fred? Hellooo??" he heard his mother scream, waking him up from his thoughts. He didn't realize he was staring at y/n the whole time. "We have to heal his ear" he shot, trying to make up for his recent stare incident.

"I can do it" y/n said calmly. "What do you mean?" George whimpered. They all looked confused now. "I've studied about it, I want to become a healer and I'm studying already. I know how to but never actually performed a healing spell" she admitted. "I think you should try" Fred said. Making y/n smile at him while biting her lip unconsciously. It made Fred gasp a little for air while his stomach tingled again. She turned her head back to George causing a wave of her scent filling up Fred's nose. He didn't even know the smell would be so familiar to him. He had missed her, that's when he realized. God he had missed her and she was finally back.

A few hours later it was calm again. Most of them already asleep after the exhausting day. Y/n couldn't sleep. She sat in the sofa near the fireplace listening to the rain on the window while sipping from her coffee. "Seriously. Are you still drinking coffee at this time of the day?" she heard Fred saying. "I always do" she pointed out.

"I know" Fred sighed. "So, why is it so long ago since I've seen you? You didn't even visit our shoppe. I've told you so much about it back at Hogwarts."

Y/n sighed not knowing what to answer now. Because I love you and keep having dirty fantasies about how you would rail me.

She couldn't answer that, that's for sure. "Just... stuff... Lot of work with the healer thing" she lied. Fred sat next to her. "You've changed" he said. "Of course I did Freddie, it's been a while" she laughed. Giving Fred butterflies because of the nickname.

"Yes, but I mean, your lips and hair and .." he almost said what he wanted to. But lucky for him, he could control his straightforwardness for once. It even made him blush. What the fuck did he just blush?

Not going unnoticed by y/n, she laughed mockingly. "Is Fred Weasley actually blushing? Are you Fred?" she mocked while standing up and hovering over him. He was speechless. Something he never was. "Did you wanted to say boobs? That I have more boobs now? Or were you talking about my ass?" she smiled. Obviously trying to mock Fred. He sighed deeply, trying to be himself again.

It worked. He stood up, now standing very close to y/n. Hovering over her because he was still so much taller. "I know what you're trying y/n y/l/n" he smirked. "I know you just got shy because of me" she answered feeling bolder than ever. Their faces were close, a sexual tension that would be clear to every person, even Ron Weasley. "So tell me" y/n added, coming closer and closer. "Were you looking at my ass Fred Weasley" she whispered in his ear.

Suddenly the floor beneath her disappeared she couldn't process what happened. And then she saw it, they appareted. Standing in a room that was probably Fred's apartment.

"Fred?" she gasped. And before she knew it his lips were on hers. Moving perfectly together. The kiss was full of passion. She grabbed his head and pushed him even closer, slightly tugging his hair. He grabbed her hips and she moaned lightly. And suddenly the kiss was over. She saw a confused boy standing before her. Trying to process what just happened.

"I-I'm so sorry" he sighed. Her heart felt like it was about to break into a million pieces. How could she forget the fact that she was still... well... herself. "I know, I'm like your sister, you don't see me that way" she whispered, hating herself for letting her voice crack. "I shouldn't have done it" he said. Suddenly a boiling anger grew inside y/n.

"Am I that unattractive! Am i?! You know, I didn't see you in that long because I'm in love with you. That’s why! But you don't think about me like that. I'm 0 % sexy to you. I...I..." it all rambled out of y/n's mouth. "Hey hey" Fred sighed grabbing your hands to comfort you. "That's not true, when I saw you today, I was speechless, you're not 0 % sexy, god no, you're so sexy y/n" he admitted. "Why did you say it was a mistake." she questioned. Fred was still astonished by the fact she confessed her feelings to him. "I've just never been so confused. The girl I've known for years suddenly makes my stomach tingle. I don't I don't..." Fred tried to explain but y/n cut him off: "then fuck me"

"What?" Fred asked more confused than ever.

"Fuck me Fred Weasley". she breathed.

They stood like this for a few seconds. "Fuck it" he hissed, grabbing her hips again and pushing her against his wall, kissing her like his life depended on it. Y/n jumped folding her legs around his hips pushing his core closer to hers. Slightly grinding up and down. He grunted into her mouth.

"Can I take your clothes off?" he asked. Y/n nodded and with one little spell her clothes were all gone. Fred's eyes widened. Attacking her with open mouth kisses on her neck. "God you're so sexy, so fucking sexy" he sighed in between the kisses. Making shivers go through y/n's body. His lips attacked her nipples passionately, making her moan his name. Fred swore it was the most beautiful sound ever. A sound he would never forget.

"Please Fred" she sighed. "Patience baby, patience" he hummed in her ear. Slowly rubbing his finger through her folds teasingly. Kissing her lips softly. He went down on his knees and suddenly y/n felt his soft lips attaching to her wet core. "God" she moaned. Fred sucked gently and moaned while y/n ran her hands through his red locks.

This must have been heaven. It was the best feeling they've ever had. Fred thought it couldn't possibly get better, pleasuring y/n being the best thing he ever did. The way she tugged his hair and moaned his name... But then she pulled him away. In a second she was on her knees before him. "What are you d-" he tried. "Shut up. I'm showing I'm not that innocent any more. I'm yours now Fred" she breathed. Before Fred could answer she pulled his pants down. Revealing his throbbing cock. Making him whine.

Y/n kitten licked his tip and heard him sigh loudly above her. She looked up through her lashes, looking at the tall guy with innocent eyes, taking his cock in her mouth. "God y/n, you're going to be the death of me princess" he grunted. She bobbed her head and swirled her tongue, trying to put as much as possible in her mouth. Little moans left Fred's lips. "Y/n I'm going to cum if you keep doing that” he said between grunts. Y/n grabbed his thighs and gagged while tears formed in her eyes. "Good girl" he moaned. Leaving y/n proud but still waiting for her own release.

Fred didn't want to cum yet. In one move he grabbed y/n delicately by her ass, pushing her against the wall. His tip touched her core softly. "Fred" she moaned. "Are you sure about this baby?" he asked. Y/n nodded eagerly. "Make me yours Freddie" she answered.

That was it, Fred pushed slowly into her. Leaving them both moaning in synchrony. After a while Fred started moving slowly. His sweaty forehead resting on y/n's. Looking straight into each others eyes. "Faster Freddie" she groaned. He started pounding into her mercilessly. Making them both moan even louder. The sound of grunts, their skin slapping and her body banging against the wall filled the room. His fingers dug into her skin while she grabbed his back firmly.

"Good girl, you feel so good around me" he whispered into her ear making her moan louder. Suddenly he grabbed her neck gently, but still firm. His long fingers fitting perfectly around her skin, making her gasp at the sudden pleasure. Feeling his cock rubbing her g-spot faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum" she almost screamed. "Me too baby". Fred went even faster while they looked in each others eyes, seeing the passion exploding. "God I love you, I've always loved you" he sighed. "Me too Freddie, I love you" she moaned.

And with one last sloppy trust they both came. Moaning each others name while riding the orgasm out. Looking at each other with eyes full of disbelief but mostly happiness. "Well that wasn't what I expected to happen today when I woke up this morning" he joked. Making y/n laugh while planting a soft kiss on his lips.

That night they fell asleep in each others arms. Still sweaty and exhausted from before. Just like two empty years without each other, never really happened.

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#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #fred smut #harry potter smut #harry potter #george weasley #fred and george #fred fluff #x reader

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Out with the old, in with the cold (Philza x reader x Technoblade) (part 2)

I'm glad people enjoyed the first part! Here's part two! Now this isn’t going to 100% follow the lore or the mechanics of minecraft, think of it as Minecraft AU with some real life mechanics and some extra enchantments! Sorry if that makes no sense, I kinda just went with what felt right! Enjoy!

TW: Two mentions of death, that’s all!

My dreamless sleep was interrupted by the feeling of someone lightly shaking me, "Time to get up mate, Techno's getting ready and I've made breakfast." I slowly opened my eyes, attempting to blink away the sleep that clouded my vision, I was greeted by the sight of Philza standing close to the couch, his face near mine. He was staring at my face, and I was doing the same in return until he gave me a warm smile "C'mon, I've got some more clothes for you to wear, yours are still wet. I tried to dry your shoes to the best of my ability, but you may need to borrow an old pair of mine and maybe Techno can show you where the leather smith is in the village." He patted a spot on my legs making me look down on the couch to see a small stack of neatly folded clothing, "Ok, and I can wear my shoes, you've already done so much for me." I sat up as Philza backed up giving me room to stretch. I started to get off of the couch, lifting the blankets and letting my feet touch the slightly cold wooden floor. "Your shoes aren't meant for this weather, ours are. I would feel a lot better if you wore one of mine, though you may need to wear a few pairs of socks to make them fit." He extended a hand for me to take, which I did, and pulled me up off of the couch, "I'll find the smallest pair I can and then get you a plate ready, you can go to change in the bathroom." I gave him a nod and picked up the small stack of clothes and made my way to the bathroom I was shown yesterday.

A few moments later and I was wearing another green sweater, though this one was slightly thicker, and long black pants that I rolled up at the legs because they were too long. I opened the bathroom door to see Techno getting ready to knock, eyes wide, "Oh, uh, I thought you may need some things, so, here you go." He dumped some items into my arms and closed the door, leaving me confused and slightly flustered. I went through what he gave me and found a bar of soap, a wash cloth, toothpaste and a toothbrush, as well as a hair brush. I got to work on my routine, starting with washing my face and ending with brushing my hair. Once I was finished I dried off the toothbrush and gathered the items Techno gave me as well as the clothes Philza gave me the night before and left the bathroom. I could smell eggs and bacon as soon as I opened the door, making me walk a little faster to the kitchen, surprising Techno and Philza. "Oh, hey mate! You can set all that on the couch and come eat, after you can try on these shoes." I nodded and turned to the living room, quickly setting the clothes and stuff on the couch and rushed into the kitchen, sitting down in the same spot I sat in the previous night. Breakfast was just as quiet as dinner was, and once again Philza took my plate and cleaned it off and then set several pairs of socks at my feet along with some slightly large leather boots. " We made sure to enchant a lot of our items when we first got here, I'm pretty sure all of our outerwear have water resistance." I smiled and said a small thanks as I got to work putting on sock after sock, glad that they weren't all the same size, giving my feet some freedom. Once I had a whopping six pairs of socks on, I could finally wear the shoes without my feet sliding around too much. I stood up from the chair I was sitting on and walked around a bit, making sure the shoes actually fit. When I was happy with how they felt, I went into the living room seeing both Techno and Philza speaking in front of the front door, my heavy footsteps making them turn their attention to me. Techno looked at me through the holes in his mask, "There you are, we were just talkin about you. Question, what are you hoping to find at the village?" I stopped moving for a moment, "Oh, umm, I'm not sure. Maybe a place to stay so I can gather materials again? I don't have anything to really trade with so I guess I'll just offer to work around the village so I'm out of your hair." I gave a shrug and headed to the door as the duo looked at eachother, a sigh coming from Techno causing me to turn around to see his slightly annoyed face and Philza's very happy grin, "I suppose... You can stay here for a bit... But don't get comfortable, you were willing to work at the village, so now you get to help out here." Looking in between the two I couldn't help the slightly confused expression that took over my face, " Wait, quick question, why are you so trusting of me? You don't know anything about me." They both looked at me surprised, and seemed to be thinking about my question, but Techno seemed to get an answer quicker, "Because if need be, we can kill you without a second thought. As you've said, you don't have anything, and I highly doubt you can take on the both of us. If you're ready to go then we should be leaving, I've got other things I want to do today." All I could do was nod as we both started out the door, however Philza stopped us, "Wait! I don't want you catching a cold!" He came up in front of me and threw something over my shoulders and clipped it in the front. I look at my shoulders to see a long black cloak that nearly touched the ground, while I was distracted I felt the hood being pulled up, "Good idea Phil, I'm pretty sure we both would be too busy to take care of you." I nodded to the both of them, my cheeks turning a slight pink as Techno and I turned around and waved at Philza, saying our goodbyes.

Techno'a POV: (bet ya didn't see that coming muahaha!)

I lead (Y/N) to the stables where I kept Carl, "We don't have another horse, so you're gonna have to ride with me." I didn't really give them time to respond as I saddled up Carl and then jumped on, holding out my hand for them to take. They seemed hesitant and were a little too slow for my liking so I grabbed their arm and pulled them onto Carl, sitting them right in front of myself. "You act as if you've never ridden a horse before." I all but huffed out. In return I got a side glare, "Maybe I haven't Blade, I never needed to. I never left my house, and if I did happen to, wherever I was going was in walking distance." I let out a chuckle at the tone they used and ushered Carl to start moving. The village wasn't too far, and I've walked there plenty of times, but when I have plans for trading, it's best to have Carl. I could feel how stiff (Y/N) was on in front of me, probably due to her lack of experience in riding horses but decided not to say anything and just continued on.

Eventually we reached the village, people already out and about despite the frigid weather. Once I reached a fence post I jumped off of Carl and grabbed (Y/N) from their waist and took them off of the horse as well, tying a lead to both Carl and the fence. “Alright, here are a few emeralds, go grab whatever you need and meet me back here around noon.” They grabbed the emeralds and muttered a thank you, heading further into the village. I let out a sigh and looked at the sky to see I had about two hours before noon hit, and with that thought I headed into the village as well.

~Time skip~

As soon as the sun was in the middle of the sky I was back at Carl’s location, lugging some bags onto his back. It was only moments later when I heard heavy foot fall, “Did I make you wait? Sorry if I did, I had to get some measurements taken.” I turned around expecting to see dozens of articles of clothing only to be surprised when I saw a small bag in (Y/N)’s hands, “What were ya getting measured for?” They laughed at my confused expression and opened the bag, ushering me to see the inside, “It’s enchanted, it has a lot more space then you think. Oh, that reminds me!” They reached into the bag and pulled out two things, one being a handful of the emeralds I gave her and the other being a golden necklace with a small crown sitting at the end. “Here is what was left, and I wanted to get you and Phil something as a thank you! I know they were your emeralds, so you kinda bought it, but I plan on paying you back, every single emerald.” I gently took the necklace into my hands, confused as what to say, “Erm, thank you, you didn’t have to get us anything.” they simply shook their head and gave me a smile, “Lets head on back! It seems like you got a lot of stuff and I don’t want Carl to have to carry it for longer then he needs to.” I couldn’t help but try and read their expression, to see if there was any motive behind the act of kindness, but saw none. I gave them a nod and untied Carl, jumping on and grabbing their arm as I had before, and then we were off.

(Y/N)’s POV:

The village was nice, the people being very sweet when asking about where I came from. When I went into the jewelry store to find something for Techno and Philza I was asked what I was looking for, and when mentioning the two men who had allowed me to stay, the shop keeper directed me to gold for Techno and onyx for Philza, and to make everything better, I got a discount from the shop keeper, the reasoning being “They have already done so much for us, it’s the least I can do.” I was pulled out of my thoughts by two large hands grabbing my waist and picking me up off of Carl, “I tried calling your name but you weren’t respondin, you go on inside, I’ll put Carl away.” I nodded at Techno and hurriedly ran inside, warmth greeting me as soon as I opened the door. I started calling out Philza’s name while stuffing my hands inside the bag feeling around for his gift, smiling when my fingers wrapped around the cool stone. “In here mate!” I followed his voice down a ladder and into what looked like a smithing room, “Hey! How was the trip to the village? Find anything good?” I gave a nod while looking around the room, there were anvils, smithing tables, blast furnaces, and what looked like a cauldron full of different metals. “Mate? You alright?” I turned my attention to Philza who was now standing in front of me, the metal he was working on still red hot behind him, “Oh, yeah, I’ve just never really seen or used most of these things!” This caused Phil to furrow his brow, “You mean you’ve never used a smithing table? Or a blast furnace? Surley you’ve had to of used an anvil at least!” I let out a laugh and shook my head, “I guess compared to you guys I never really had much to begin with, I’ve used a furnace before, just not a blast furnace. I don’t really know what a smithing table is for, and I think I’ve used an anvil once or twice, mainly to stamp names into name tags.” Phil’s eyes were wide, “You’ve never had netherite? A smithing table is used only for netherite, it’s a material from the nether, the strongest material in fact!” I stared at his bewildered face for a moment before replying, “I’ve never been to the nether, I never really was an adventurer I suppose, I had everything I needed at home.” This only seemed to confuse the winged man more before he took a deep breath, released it, and then looked a lot calmer, “Well I suppose Tech and I will have to change that at some point! So what did you need me for?” He turned around and made his way back to the metal that was a little darker then before, and proceeded to dunk the metal into the furnace, turning it bright red once again. “Oh, I got you something while we were out, as a thank you of sorts!” I held out a silver chain, at the end sat a black feather made of onyx. The light from the fire seemed to dance across the shiny stone catching his gaze, “Oh mate, you really didn’t have to.” But none the less he slowly grabbed the necklace from my hands, eyes never leaving the detailed feather, “I did though, without you guys I would be dead. I practically owe you both my life.” His eyes left the feather only to catch my own gaze, “You don’t owe us anything, neither of us could just leave you out there.” He grabbed one of my hands with his free one, “I love it, it’s beautiful.” I gave him a light smile as I tried to pull my hand away, but instead of letting me go, Phil pulled me in for a hug, “Seriously (Y/N), please don’t feel like you owe us anything.” He held onto me for a bit longer before letting me go, a blush slowly spreading across his cheeks, “Sorry, I didn’t mea-” I cut him off by going in for another hug, “Don’t be, I needed that.” Once again his arms wrapped around my back, his head laid on top of my own.

“Ahem.” A throat being cleared scared us both as we quickly split apart, seeing Techno at the bottom of the ladder with a slight smirk, “Oh, I’m so sorry, did I interrupt something?” I could feel the heat rushing to my face and I rushed out an answer, “N-no, I was just giving him his gift, a-and he gave me a hug in return!” I couldn’t help the slight stutter, but that seemed to make Techno’s smirk widen, “Oh? I kinda feel bad now, all I said was a thank you.” He started moving towards me and within a few steps was right in front of me, “Guess I’ll have to make it up to you.” Before I could question what he meant, his arms wrapped around my back as he lifted me into the air, giving me a bone crushing hug, “Tech-no, can’t breath-” He held onto me for a bit longer, a slight chuckle making his chest vibrate before setting me onto the ground, “Okay, okay, now it’s time for you to help out (Y/N), Phil, you look busy down here so I’ll just take them with me to feed the animals and collect some crops, sound good?” Hearing no response I glanced at Philza who was giving a slight glare to Techno, but soon realized I was looking and dropped it, mumbling out a quick sounds good and going back to molding the metal in front of him into whatever he was turning it into. With his response, Techno and I headed back up the latter and outside to care for the crops and animals.

Philza’s POV: (Hehehehehe)

Once I heard the door upstairs shut I put down the hammer I was using on the rod of iron, and instead turned my attention to the necklace given to me by (Y/N). It hurt for some reason to hear that they felt they owed us, it made me think about what they may have gone through in the SMP to feel that way. A small part of me was happy when they hugged me back, I was worried I had stepped too far. However when Techno showed up that feeling was replaced with slight jealousy. I pushed away those thoughts away and instead focused on the previous part of our conversation. The fact that they never had a netherite weapon confused me as they had once lived in the SMP, and the citizens were noctorious for their netherite weapons and armor. I made a self note to speak to Techno about a possible trip to the nether, which he shouldn’t be too opposed to, but then thought about (Y/N). Neither of us know them well enough to know if they can fight which means we would need to keep an eye on them. Not only that but a lot of materials went into the creation of L’Manhole, so before a nether trip, a mining trip is needed. We could always ask them to stay back, but then they would think they owe us more, either way they need something to defend themselves if we were to leave. My eyes glanced down at the slightly cooled iron sitting on the anvil, and just like that I went back to work, this time with a plan.

~Time skip~

(Y/N)’s POV:

All of the animals seemed very happy to have their food for the day, and I was carrying a basket full of potatoes, carrots, wheat, and some beetroot. Techno was in charge of the meat collecting, and he seemed to be done as well as he approached me with a similar basket, though his was covered with a kind of tarp. We both nodded towards each other and walked towards the house, the sun starting to set, the figure of Philza was standing on the porch of the cabin, “Looks like we won’t need food for a while huh?” His icy blue eyes studied the baskets before he stepped towards the door and opened it for us. I stomped off my feet before I entered the house and made a bee-line for the kitchen, setting down the basket with a huff, Techno not too far behind me. “Oh, before we start putting things away and such, I wanna give you something (Y/N).” I looked at him confused when he went into the living room, coming back with something wrapped in a blanket, “Here ya go mate!” I unwrapped the blanket and saw a shiny iron sword, with my name scratched onto the base. I grabbed the handle of the blade, switching it from hand to hand, amazed at how light it felt, “Philza, I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know how to use a sword!” This caused both Philza and Techno to laugh, “Remember this morning when you asked us why we trusted you? And I said that we could kill you if we wanted?” Techno stared at me, a smug grin on his face, “I think we could teach you a thing or two about sword fighting. They don’t call us the Angel of Death and the Blood God for no reason.” I tilted my head slightly, “Angel of Death? Blood God? Sorry if this sounds rude, but I’ve never heard those names before.” For some reason the room went quiet, Techno and Philza looking at eachother, seemingly having a conversation, “That’s a story for another day Mate, how about we get ready for dinner?” I agreed quite quickly and rushed to the bathroom, grabbing out some of the clothes I bought from the village which consisted of sweat pants, wool leggings, some nicer long pants of various colors, a few sweaters, sweatshirts and jackets as well as (Whatever scent you want) scented shampoo and conditioner. I crossed my fingers and looked around the bathroom for some sort of closet or cabinets and saw a chest in the corner. I opened the chest and found towels, quickly taking one out and running myself a bath. I was quick to wash off any sweat that accumulated over the day and washed my hair. Once leaving the bath and emptying the water, I dried myself off and put on a pair of black wool leggings and a light pink sweatshirt as well as a pair of fuzzy socks and left the bathroom. I went into the living room, put down the clothes and the bags and ran to the kitchen where Philza and Techno were both cooking. “Hey, nice choice of clothes eh Techno?” Techno’s eyes lazily moved from the meat he was cutting up towards my form, as soon as he sees me though his cheeks go pink, “HEH?” Philza and I both started cracking up before I was ushered over to help make dinner. Within fifteen minutes the air was filed with a delicious smell of veggies and meat, the stew that we all worked on finally finished. Dinner was eaten quickly, however this time I grabbed the dishes and went to the sink. “You guys can head upstairs and go to bed, thanks for taking me out today Techno, and for the sword Philza!” Warm smiles bloomed onto both of their faces as they came over and each gave me a hug from behind before they headed for the stairs, simultaneously saying no problem, followed by a string of ‘Jinx you owe me a soda’. Once dishes were washed and lanterns were blown out I made my way once again to the couch, fire still burning keeping the air around me warm. I laid down on the couch and wrapped myself in the blankets, with a full stomach and a clean body, sleep came quick.

AN- Once again, thank you for reading, and I’m sorry for any mistakes!

#philza #philza x reader #c!philza x reader #c!philza #techno #techno x reader #c!techo x reader #c!techno #dsmp

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writing-in-april · 3 years

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Cinematic Coincidences

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

(Spencer’s POV)- listen I just love his POV lol

Summary: Spencer can’t bring himself to go on another date that’s been set up for him- so he stands his date up. Spence seemingly can’t catch a break and runs into the date he stood up.

A/N: Hey heyyy- here’s my seventh fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April!! This one was requested by @andiebeaword (I added a reference for your love of hallmark movies in this hehe)- this is the original request- I tweaked the characters involved just a small bit lol I accidentally end up defaulting to using the people on the dream team lol- im going to start working in later characters in the show into some stuff in upcoming works (I’m also rewatching the later seasons so that’ll help get me inspired) Im always looking for feedback on my fics or really to talk about anything with my followers so feel free to drop into my inbox- here!! Thanks for reading- y’all have been so sweet 🥰 and hope y’all enjoy!!

Warnings: Insecure Spencer, Getting stood up for on a date, Morgan and Garcia (just the team in general) not really understanding Spencer fully, one tiny sexual innuendo- I think that’s it nothing too bad this time around

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.4K

This was not what I wanted to be doing today. Garcia had once again inquired about my love life- along with Morgan of course, wanting to find out about all the juicy details. I didn’t know why they continued to ask when it was obvious that my love life was about as exciting as watching paint dry.

I gave my normal response to these types of inquiries, brushing them off without sounding too hurtful. Unfortunately Garcia would not be satiated by my response, apparently she was now fed up with my dull love life and felt like she needed to be personally involved. Garcia was very near and dear to me, just like Morgan, but I couldn’t deny that this grated my nerves.

“We’ll make you a dating profile too! Maybe you’ll find someone cute to date- or maybe get some?!” Garcia was chipper as usual, with her eyebrows wiggling at her suggestion that I should have a one night stand. All that I felt from her words was dread.

The dangers of online dating swirled in my mind and I tried to protest, it came out more like a stammer though. Morgan then patted me on the back and piped up, giving his own opinion, “Yeah- I think it’ll be good for you, pretty boy.”

Again I wanted to protest, beginning to stammer out another reason why I didn’t think it was a good idea. I sighed heavily when I was cut off again, by Morgan and Garcia already planning on what pictures they were going to upload of me. At least I knew that they had my best interests at heart, they wanted me to be happy with someone- or get some like Garcia had mentioned earlier. Still, it didn’t change the fact that there was no way I’d ever want to go willingly on a date with someone I had met on the internet.

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My thoughts had not changed since Morgan and Garcia had set up the dating profile for me. There hadn’t been any person I had been on a date with that had successfully been able to keep me interested beyond a few conversations.

“No luck with the online dating?” Morgan had teased when I had walked in with my head held low. This endeavor was just making me realize how picky and undesirable I was. Why couldn’t I just find someone pretty and be happy with it?

Morgan’s face twisted from a smile into a frown when I didn’t answer him, making my way silently to my desk.

For the rest of the day the team tiptoed around me, sensing my sadness. There was part of me that was angry at them for thinking that I couldn’t handle a few bad dates. But, they were right. I couldn’t handle the sting of rejection or the disappointment of a date that didn’t live up to my expectations.

Emily always seemed to know how to cheer me up, so I did attempt some small conversation in the break room while we were both getting our coffee. She never gave me any pity like the others who just flashed me sad looks, unwilling to make any effort to help- or like Garcia and Morgan, they helped in the wrong way even if their intentions were pure.

Her solution to my problem did make my ears perk up a bit, “Hey- I saw that you’ve been down and that it’s been about the online dating Morgan and Garcia made you get into.” I nodded my head in confirmation then gesturing for her to continue while I poured copious amounts of sugar into my drink. Emily opted for mostly cream instead of sugar, stirring her coffee a little, then continuing her thought,”I wondered how you would feel about being set up on a blind date. It’s someone I know so maybe that would make you feel better about going on it? Instead of having to deal with technology that I know you despise.”

Emily had a way of seeing exactly how I was feeling and not just spitting out facts without solutions like the others. Her solution made me nervous of course, there would probably never be a date that I wouldn’t be nervous for. However, this option made me feel a little bit more hopeful about my prospects in the dating pool. It was someone that she knew and trusted enough to suggest them as a potential match for a coworker. Emily didn’t trust easy, I could trust her judgment on this despite my nerves.

I gulped down a large sip of my overly sweetened coffee, collecting my thoughts before then answering, “Alright- I’ll go.”

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The date that I was supposed to go on was at a quaint cafe near work. Emily had even made the effort to make sure that I had been there before so I might be more comfortable.

At first I had been extremely excited for the date, even going so far as to pick out my outfit. I would have worn my purple button up, that was the one I got the most compliments in. Emily had told me some stuff that my date was interested in so I made sure to brush up on my knowledge by reading about the topics. I had even called back to the restaurant menu in my mind, preparing myself by picking out what I wanted beforehand. On one of my dates set up through the dating app I had stumbled on my choice for food, making the person unnecessarily snappy. I had to cover all my bases to minimize potential awkwardness on my part.

Self doubt began to creep in after I had gotten fully dressed. I had gotten ready way too early in anticipation for the date, now sitting on my couch tapping my foot impatiently. I looked at my watch that sat over my long sleeves watching the clock tick closer and closed to when I was supposed to leave.

Biting my lip in worry, my mind couldn’t help but wander over into my self doubts. I couldn’t help but ask myself why anyone would want to date someone as tall and lanky as me- or why would someone want to go on a date with someone that couldn’t keep their mouth shut about random topics that no one cared about.

My self doubt swallowed any confidence that I had begun to build up in preparation for the date. I knew Emily would be furious with me tomorrow when I went into work, I didn’t want her to find out through her friend though. Deciding to get it over with I pulled out the phone I never used and texted her, telling her that I wasn’t coming. I told her to give my regrets to my date, who at this point was probably waiting patiently for me at the cafe. Sighing in defeat I then retreated into my bedroom again, crawling under my covers.

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Emily hadn’t been furious with me- well that was a lie, at first she had stomped up to me the next morning to chew me out. She became more disappointed than anything when she found out my reasonings. She hadn’t mentioned anything about how the person I was supposed to be going on the blind date with felt. Not that I really wanted to hear about it, it would only make me feel worse. All I got from her was a small remark mumbled under her breath, “Idiots- the both of you…”

For the next few weeks I tried in vain to push thoughts of my failed blind date out of my head. I had avoided going in the general direction of the cafe. Luckily I took the metro everyday to work otherwise I’d have to drive by it every day, and I already hated driving.

I was at the bookstore for used booksjust around the corner from the cafe that was supposed to hold my date a few weeks ago. This was the closest I dared to go near it in a while. Since then I hadn’t been able to go there anymore, even though I loved the coffee there. Immense guilt had wormed its way into my brain when I had tried to order something there a week ago. All I had done was stammer at the cashier before bolting out of there, just another addition on the list of embarrassing things that I’ve done in my life.

I was flipping through an old edition of pride and prejudice out of boredom, there hadn’t been anything interesting stocked on the shelves since I had last been here. Then a voice piped up through the air that had a bit of dust flying through it,

“Excuse me, sir- if you’re still looking at that book would you mind if I looked at the ones on the shelf behind you?”

It took me a second before I realized the person was talking to me. I then removed my eyes from the book to blink up at them a few times, then registering what they had said to me and moved out of the way.

Their eyes were still glued to mine, the bookshelf behind me that they had wanted to look at forgotten. An awkward chuckle was all we both could seem to manage as we looked each other up and down. Emily had shown me a picture on her phone of my date so I would have been able to spot them at the restaurant. My cheeks flushed hard once I realized who was standing before me. There was no doubt who this was, the date I had stood up the night before.

Silence then fell between us and not the pleasant kind, it was most definitely awkward. I couldn’t imagine how they must have been feeling after I hadn’t shown up last night. They probably had sat

“Um- hi…” They spoke hesitantly, wringing their fingers in trepidation. My jaw opened and closed a few times, trying to come up with anything to say.

“Hi!” Was all I could manage to squeak out, plus a small wave in their direction.

They wrung their fingers a few more times, seemingly trying to come up with a response. I was surprised they hadn’t hit me with one of the books near them out of anger. It would be a normal response to being stood up for a date, the trepidation and silence just served to unnerve me further. Eventually they spoke again, saving me from anymore awkward silence which in my opinion was worse than awkward conversation, “Um- sorry for um, standing you up uh- a few weeks ago.”

That made my eyes bug out of my head- they had done the exact same thing as I had? Insecurity soon swept in, trying to tell me exactly why they had not shown up without hearing their side of the story. I looked down at the book I was holding, reading a few words for a moment of reprieve. Taking a deep breath I asked quietly, not admitting to my own faults yet, “W-why did you um- not go? If you don’t mind me asking…”

A deep sigh was what I got at first, one that obviously had a lot of stress in it. They then did provide me with an explanation, despite their obvious embarrassment, Well- It had nothing to do with you- a simple explanation would be saying it was my insecurity’s fault.”

Not that I would ever want anyone to feel insecure, but I would admit that them saying that did make my own stress melt away. They had not gone for almost the exact same reasons that me. I decided to be upfront, giving them my own reasoning- though I wasn’t even sure they realized that I hadn’t gone as well. “I don’t know if Emily told you, but I um- stood you up as well. It wasn’t because of anything bad! It was really for the same reason as you.”

They then broke out into giggles after they had processed my words for a second, which were much more relaxed than the awkward ones from before. I didn’t blame them, it was a pretty funny coincidence that we’d both stand each other up only to run into each other not knowing what we had done.

“I feel like we’re in one of those cheesy Hallmark movies right now…” Their comparison only confused me, I had no clue what they were talking about.

“What’s a Hallmark movie?” More giggles came from them at my questioning, though for once I didn’t feel like I was being laughed at. I felt like they were laughing at the whole situation, not at me specifically like so many people had often done. Also, I couldn’t help but admit to myself that their giggle was very cute.

Once their giggles had subsided a little they asked me something that almost no one would ask the person that had stood them up, “Maybe I could tell you over a coffee? If you want to of course- Emily told me about how much sugar you like in it.”

My interest was peaked, making me further regret having stood them up in the first place. Though I tried to push that thought out of the way considering we had both done the same thing. It was time to let that go so I could go on a date with them finally. Seeing them in person and being able to glimpse part of their personality made me want to know more.

“Alright- sure.” I set down the book I had been passively reading, now completely disinterested in it. There was something far more interesting in front of me now compared to a classic book I had read over ten times.

We both walked around the corner, to the cafe that we had originally had our date scheduled at. Conversation flowed easily between us, showing me that Emily had been totally right to set us up initially. Her words now made sense to me, we were both a couple of idiots.

We then got our coffee, which had been much smoother of a transaction compared to the last time I had been here. I took note of how much sugar and cream they liked, just in case we were going to do this again. Sitting down at the closest booth I then asked, “So tell me about Hallmark movies?”

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tealnymph-writes · 3 years

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A Song of Shadows: Chapter 8

Title: Library Chats and Naps

Gwyn and Azriel spend an afternoon in the library, complete with flirting, napping and an accidental interruption.

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Azriel X Gwyn

Warnings: Mostly fluff, but a little bit of steam

Word Count: 3,638

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Gwyn scratched out another sentence of her work in frustration. She had made so many errors writing down various bits of research that the paper was covered with scribbles. Merrill would never accept it.

She sighed, annoyed with herself. She was too distracted to get any more work done. At least it was late in the afternoon; she could almost call it quits for the day. At her sigh, Azriel poked his head up from his book, concern in his hazel eyes.

They were sitting deep within the library, her at a work desk and him on a sofa adjacent to her. She had sprawled out in the cozy nook to work on her research because it was secluded and located near the section she needed.

Azriel had found her a few hours ago, research for Rhys a thin excuse for his visit. He was now sprawled on the sofa reading “Theories of the Universe and Stars.” So much for his research. She didn’t mind though. She enjoyed when he came and spent time with her in the library.

“That’s about the 10th time you’ve sighed in less than an hour,” Azriel remarked. “Care to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” she insisted, knowing he would see right through her lie. She was beyond anxious, her thoughts a jumbled mess of indecision.

It had been three weeks since the training session that now held a special place in her heart. That day had turned out to be the happiest of accidents; but she had also made a bet that day. And while she may have won, she had promised she would consider Azriel’s side of the bet.

Now she was a week away from Mor’s birthday party and more nervous about it than ever. She wanted to go, but it scared her for more reasons than one. She had never been to a party like that before, let alone one with Azriel’s family. What if she panicked? What if everyone thought it was strange that she was with Azriel? She knew Nesta wouldn’t care, but she wasn’t so sure about everyone else.

“Gwyneth, are you ignoring me now?” Azriel asked, tearing her away from her worries.

“I am not ignoring you,” she protested, annoyed at how relaxed he looked. He had no reason to worry about this ridiculous party. He was free to peacefully lounge on his sofa looking far more handsome than should be allowed. It was infuriating.

“You’re in quite the mood today, Berdara,” he said, closing his book, eyes dancing. The shadows that had settled near her playfully twirled around her, echoing their master’s mood. Despite her annoyance, she smiled slightly.

“I am not in a mood,” she shot back, giving into his efforts to get her talking. “I am merely contemplating my future decisions and you interrupted.”

“Do these future decisions involve me?” He questioned, standing up and stretching luxuriously before walking over to her desk. He sat on the edge, waiting for an answer. She contemplated ignoring him but decided playing nice would earn her better rewards.

“Yes, the plans do involve you,” she told him with a sweet smile. His eyes dropped to her lips, as she knew they would. “But since you’re forcing me to confess my secrets, shouldn’t I get something in return.”

“Of course, my lady,” he flirted back, catching onto her game. “What would you like?”

She closed her eyes in response, tilting her head up toward him. To her pleasure, he understood almost immediately. His hands cupped her face, drawing her closer. Then his lips were on hers, leisurely exploring her mouth and instantly making her forget all her worries.

She could do this all day. In the two weeks since he had first kissed her, they had spent as much time as possible together. Training in the mornings, lunches when they both had time, spy training at night and stolen kisses anytime they could fit them in. Lots and lots of kisses.

She could lose herself in Azriel’s kiss. He was thorough and gentle in a way that made her toes curl. She constantly wanted more, much like right now. But to her dismay, he pulled away just as the kiss was about to turn more heated.

“Was that the reward you were looking for, Berdara,” he asked, breathing heavily. “Or was there something else you wanted?”

Oh yes, there was definitely something else she wanted, but she knew he wouldn’t give it to her yet. His kisses were perfect, but he was always so careful. Never putting his hands anywhere that was not respectful and never drawing out the kiss long enough to lose control. It was driving her mad. She knew he was only trying to be conscious of her boundaries, but a part of her wanted him to lose a small amount of his unbreakable self-control. Cauldron knows she did with him.

“No, you delivered perfectly,” she assured him, blushing slightly at her own thoughts.

“Good,” he responded with a self-satisfied smirk. It should have annoyed her, but it only made her want to kiss him more. “So, will you tell me what’s bothering you now?”

She should tell him. He would listen to her no matter how silly he thought she was being. She met his stare and huffed a sigh before speaking.

“I’ll tell you, but you can’t laugh at me.”

“I promise I will not laugh,” he swore, crossing his heart in mock seriousness. “I will remain entirely silent until you’re finished.”

“Fine,” she conceded, feeling anxious again. “Do you remember our bet from a few weeks ago, the one we made the day you took me to dinner?”

He nodded, keeping his promise of silence.

“Well, I know I won the bet, so I don’t have to go to Mor’s birthday, but I want to. Except, I’m scared. I’ve been thinking about it for days and I still can’t decide if I should go or not.”

He raised his eyebrows as she paused, silently asking her for more information. She hesitated. Now that she was saying everything, it all seemed so ridiculous. But it was too late now, so she trudged forward.

“I’m scared to go to the party because I’m worried I’ll panic and ruin it. But I’m also scared because your whole family will be there. What if they don’t like me? We haven’t told anyone we’re together. What if they don’t approve?”

By the time she was finished, her voice had become impossibly small. Azriel had gotten progressively more still as she spoke, barely even breathing it seemed. She looked down at the desk in embarrassment.

“Am I allowed to speak now?” he quietly asked, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. She nodded but didn’t look up.

“Okay, you said a lot of different things, so bear with me as I address them,” he gently said, taking her hand in his. “First, I know you’re scared. I’ve taken you to Velaris before. This would be no different. If you want to come home, I will take you home. Okay?”

“Yes, but –”

“But nothing,” he cut her off, lifting her chin with a finger. “Second, everyone already loves you. That won’t change just because we’re together now. And third, I don’t care if anyone approves of you or not. Their opinion has no impact on my feelings for you.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but he stopped her again, anticipating her rebuttal.

“Gwyn, I’m serious, you have nothing to worry about in regard to my family,” he insisted, steadily holding her gaze. “This relationship is between us, not anyone else. Besides, they already adore you almost as much as I do. It will be fine. Okay?”

She reluctantly nodded, pouting slightly. Everything he had said made perfect sense, which made her feel even sillier. Here she was worrying herself sick over Mor’s party and he had no concerns at all about it. It wasn’t fair.

“You’re probably right, but I don’t understand how you’re so calm about this,” she finally said, irrationally annoyed with his steady demeanor. “How are you not worried at all?”

He chuckled at her obvious irritation, but didn’t comment on it, instead continuing his efforts to soothe her.

“For starters, I have been to all of Mor’s birthdays for five centuries, they don’t worry me,” he patiently explained, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth. “Second, I’ve been to Rita’s gods know how many times. And third, because I’m not worried about anyone seeing me with you. I know they’ll love you because they already do.”

“But what if they think it’s odd that I’m with you?” She pushed, refusing to accept his very logical answers. “What if they find it strange that we’re together, as more than friends?”

“Gwyn, I promise you they won’t,” he responded, slight exasperation showing. “They might be shocked, but that’s all.”

She huffed and abruptly stood, grabbing a stack of books from the desk in the process. She stormed off, returning her books as she went. Azriel was right, she knew he was, but that didn’t stop her from being irritated. It wasn’t that she was actually mad at him for being right, she just wanted to be annoyed for a moment.

She heard him catch up with her just as she tried returning her last book to its home, except the shelf was slightly too high. She was about to get a ladder, when Azriel came up behind her, grabbing the book from her hands. He easily returned it to its spot on the shelf. She couldn’t help but laugh; he was so tall.

“That’s annoying you know,” she told him teasingly, all aggravation fading.

“What? It’s not my fault you’re short,” he joked back, so close she could feel his warmth on her back. Her heart started beating faster.

“I am not short,” she insisted, enjoying their banter. He could always make her smile, even when she didn’t want to.

“You may be taller than most females but compared to me – you’re short.”

She turned her head enough to stick her tongue out at him. “That’s only because you’re an overgrown bat.”

He jokingly put a hand to his heart, feigning hurt. “Hey, that’s mean!”

“You started it!”

“Fine, you’re not short.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You are not short,” he pressed, hesitantly wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. She leaned into him, welcoming his touch. She felt him relax behind her.

“Then what am I?” she replied, his warmth soothing her.

He rested his chin on her head as he said, “The perfect size for me to do this.”

“I suppose that’s acceptable,” she allowed, pressing herself tighter against him. Gods it felt good being so close. “But I would like further proof that I’m not short.”

“Now you’re just fishing for compliments,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. It gave her goosebumps.

“Perhaps.”

She could feel him suppressing laughter as he leaned his face into the crook of her neck. Her head was swimming. If they stood like this any longer, she might faint.

“If you were short then I wouldn’t stare at your legs so much,” he mumbled into her, sending another round of goosebumps across her skin.

“And how much do you stare at them?” she asked, trying to sound unfazed, but her shaking voice betrayed her. Did he have any idea what he was doing to her?

“Constantly,” he drawled in her ear, his deep voice resonating in her bones. “I can’t stop thinking about having your long, gorgeous legs wrapped around me.”

She couldn’t think straight. That was his plan, she was sure of it. And it was working. Warmth was pooling below her stomach, and a flush had crept up her neck. Thoughts of him that she had never thought she would be capable of were swirling through her head. Only with him did she ever react like this. He was the only male she felt safe enough to allow this kind of reaction.

"You’re just trying to distract me now,” she breathlessly replied, knowing it was impossible to hide her body’s reaction. He was too close to her; he would sense everything.

“Is it working?”

“Yes, and I’m very angry with you for it,” she said, attempting to put some force behind her words. She didn’t want to look too weak, even if she was enjoying this.

She felt him smile against her skin. “Your scent is saying something wildly different than your mouth, Berdara.”

Annoyance flooded her, overriding her previous thoughts. He was perfectly calm and controlled again while she could barely form coherent thoughts. It wasn’t fair. She was going to figure out how to get under his skin if it killed her. Maybe she would ask Nesta for advice, or Mor.

She pulled out of his arms and glared at him. “I can smell your scent too, so bite me.”

“Gladly, if my lady requests it,” he roguishly replied, laughing.

She stalked back to her desk, refusing to grace him with a response. He obediently followed, plopping down on his sofa when they reached their nook.

“You’re infuriating,” she scolded him, furiously stacking papers on the desk.

“Maybe,” he conceded, a small smile on his lips. “But my plan worked.”

“I’m still mad at you,” she replied, although her annoyance was already fading, a smile tugging at her mouth. She could never stay mad at him for long.

“As long as you’re still smiling, then I’ll take it,” he said, going back to his book.

She let herself fully smile as she returned to her work, carefully organizing her research into neat piles. But eventually thoughts of Mor’s party returned, distracting her once again.

“Azriel?”

“Yes?”

“I really am nervous,” she admitted. “I’ve never gone to a party like this.”

“I know,” he closed his book, studying her face before opening his arms for her. “Come here.”

She obediently walked over to him and let him pull her onto the sofa next to him. He tucked her into his side, wrapping his arms comfortingly around her.

“I know you’re scared,” he assured her, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “But I promise I will not leave your side. If you want to come home at any point, I will take you.”

“Okay,” she quietly conceded against his chest, nuzzling deeper into his strong body. “But this means I need to go shopping for Mor’s birthday present.”

“I haven’t gone shopping either,” he confessed, lightly running a hand through her hair. “How about we go tomorrow evening. We can make it a date?”

“I’d like that,” she replied, unable to stop her eyes from beginning to flutter. She was so tired, and he was so warm.

“Do you mind if I read?” He softly asked, grazing her cheek with his knuckles. She gently took his hand, holding it close to her. She nodded against him, too far gone to form words.

He began reading his book out loud, his low voice washing over her. She idly started tracing the scars on his hand, letting her eyes close. Before she completely drifted off, she felt the book fall gently against her hip as Azriel’s voice faded.

His heart rate slowed against her, telling her he had fallen asleep. His wings softly wrapped around them, cocooning them in a warm embrace. She placed a whisper of a kiss to his knuckles before allowing herself to be swept away by the soothing caress of his shadows and steady sound of his breathing.

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NESTA

“They have to be somewhere down here,” Nesta assured Cassian, Mor and Rhys as she led them down into the library. They were looking for Azriel and Gwyn because they were both late for their evening plans; Azriel for poker with the boys, and Gwyn for a girls’ night in.

“Are you sure they’ll even be in the same place?” Rhys questioned.

“Yes, because they’re just friends,” Cassian answered, making air quotes as he spoke. Nesta allowed herself a small smile. Gwyn and Azriel hadn’t said anything to either of them, but Cassian and she were positive something was going on.

They had started taking bets a few weeks ago about when Az and Gwyn would admit to it. Now almost everyone except Azriel and Gwyn were involved. Even Lucien had joined the betting pool and he hadn’t even seen them together.

Nesta wanted to win, so she was selfishly hoping Az and Gwyn would tell them in the next few days. If anything happened now, she would win. Everyone else had either already lost or was betting it would take much longer.

But whether she won or lost, Nesta just hoped Gwyn was happy, and Az too. They were perfect for each other; she hoped they wouldn’t throw it away. Gwyn challenged Azriel and saw through his cold exterior; something Nesta had never seen anyone else do. And Azriel never treated Gwyn with pity, only admiration and soft humor, something Nesta knew helped Gwyn become more confident in herself. Azriel would be a fool if he let Gwyn get away.

“I have wine, chocolate and Emerie waiting for me upstairs,” Mor remarked as they descended another level, breaking Nesta from her musings. “They better be down here, or I’ll riot.”

“They’ll be down here, I promise,” Nesta consoled her, a slight smile at the mention of Emerie.

Nesta had already known about Mor and Emerie, but Mor had unexpectedly confessed to everyone two weeks ago. Nesta knew Mor had been terrified, so she was proud she had found the courage to be open with everyone. Mor had become her friend just as much as Emerie was. She wanted them both to be happy.

“As long as we find them soon, I don’t care where they are,” Cassian grumbled. “I just want dinner.”

Nesta threw a long-suffering look at her mate as they rounded another corner, close to where she thought the couple in question might be. Rhys and Mor just laughed, used to Cassian’s antics.

They walked around one more row of bookshelves before the reading nook Nesta had been leading them to finally appeared. All four of them froze, a stunned silence falling over them. Even Nesta had not expected the sight that greeted her.

Directly in front of them, sprawled on a sofa sleeping, were Gwyn and Azriel. Gwyn was practically lying on top of Azriel, a book abandoned on her hip just below where one of Azriel’s hands rested on her waist. His wings were cocooning the two of them, with his shadows wrapping protectively around them. Azriel’s free hand was tucked close to Gwyn’s lips, almost like she had fallen asleep just after kissing his hand. And they both looked utterly peaceful, gently breathing in tandem.

“Well, well, well,” Cassian drawled, the first to recover himself enough to speak. “So, this is what it looks like to be just friends with someone.”

His words brought Nesta out of her shock, a slow smile working its way onto her features. She had been right. There was no denying that something was going on with Gwyn and Azriel now. A flood of happiness and pride washed over her.

“I never thought I would ever see Azriel so…soft,” Rhys slowly said, appearing to struggle with words. Nesta couldn’t blame him. She was thrilled, but it was somewhat unexpected. Gwyn and Azriel had been friends for months without admitting to anything. She had begun to worry they never would, but clearly, they had.

“Oh. My. Goodness,” Mor squealed, her face twisting into a look of pure delight. The sound startled Azriel and Gwyn enough to rouse them, both slowly opening their eyes and taking in their surroundings. They abruptly sat up straight, eyes wide, as they realized they weren’t alone.

“Soooo, just friends, huh?” Cassian teased them, a wicked grin on his face. Nesta and Rhys burst into laughter as Gwyn and Az instantly went a deep shade of crimson. “When did this happen?”

“A while ago,” Azriel sheepishly admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. Gwyn nodded shyly in agreement, looking everywhere but at anyone’s face. Nesta couldn’t help but feel a burst of joy. Her friends were happy, just as she’d hoped.

“Well, now you have to come to my birthday party,” Mor said ecstatically, bouncing on her heels. “You owe me for keeping this a secret.”

Azriel huffed a laugh, clearly lost for words. Gwyn just blushed deeper as Mor bounded over to them, placing a pat on Azriel’s head and pulling Gwyn up from the sofa. Gwyn looked to Az for help, but he shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “there’s nothing I can do.”

“You’re coming with me,” Mor announced, dragging Gwyn behind her. “You’re late for girls’ night and I need details.”

Nesta watched Mor pull Gwyn with her as she began ascending up the library, then she turned back to the males in front of her. Cassian and Rhys were looking at Azriel with nothing short of utter mischief on their faces. Az was going to be interrogated just as thoroughly as Gwyn was tonight. Nesta couldn’t help but laugh a little at the thought.

“Have fun boys,” Nesta told them, turning to leave. “But don’t spend all your money tonight. You all owe me.”

All three of the males turned to her in indignation, looks of horror replacing their mirth. She smiled coyly at them, confident in their defeat.

“We had a bet,” she reminded them. “And I just won.”

She left them standing in shock, too amused to wait for their response. She slowly followed Mor and Gwyn up to the main house, excited to spend an evening with her best friends.

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duskholland · 4 years

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The Fame Game (Part Three) || Tom Holland

Summary ↠ Sleepovers are supposed to be fun, but perhaps not when they include your fake boyfriend.

Word count ↠ 4.5k

Warnings ↠ Alcohol, some bad language, Tom’s shirtless? And also a lil bit jealous

A/N ↠ I decided that Y/N is in Stranger Things because... Joe Keery. You’re welcome. This was a fun part to write! Thank you so much to everyone that’s been loving on this series - makes my heart very very happy to know it’s being read and enjoyed :’) Please let me know what you think of this part! (This picks up directly after part two just with a pov shift)

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THREE: What’s Mine Is Yours (Y)

The studio lights burn your eyes painfully, and your throat has been stinging distantly of tequila ever since you took the first shot.

Jimmy’s been sending you question after question, analysing and picking apart every aspect of your ‘relationship’ with Tom for the past five minutes. So far, you and Tom have answered with your stories aligned, and you thank yourself for having the stroke of genius to go over some essential details with him before the show. If you’d just come out here and winged it, as he had foolishly suggested, you know you would’ve tripped up by now.

It’s all going as expected, until near the end of the interview when Tom’s words split through the air and shock you completely:

“Well, chemistry is a very important part of any relationship, Jimmy, and you know what they say: enemies make the best lovers.”

Enemies make the best lovers..?

Even as the conversation moves on, you feel the words lingering in your mind. Tom’s been playing the role of your doting boyfriend very well all evening, but there has been something a little too earnest about his eyes and his remarks, and it’s left you feeling… odd. Exposed, perhaps. He’s out here claiming that enemies make the perfect foundation to a loving relationship, and though you’re almost certain it was a throwaway comment, you can’t stop yourself from over-analysing it.

“Well, thank you to both of you for joining us tonight,” Jimmy says finally, dragging you from your stupor. “It’s been a pleasure, as always. I wish the happy couple all the best!”

You’re nestled up very close to Tom on the sofa. His hand is on your knee, and you’ve got your arm wrapped around his side. You hadn’t discussed any of this beforehand, but you’d followed his lead when he’d first stretched out his palm. Casual displays of intimacy, according to your PR team, are everything, and it’s been almost nice to have his fingers resting on your leg, acting as a grounding presence. Any time you said something a little risky, he’d squeeze your knee - and you likewise would use your hand on his side to pinch him gently, like a reminder to stop talking whenever he came close to slipping up.

“Thanks, Jimmy,” Tom says. He looks around to face you, his brown eyes warm and round. “We’ve had a great time.”

You nod along and pull your hand away from Tom’s side as you sit up a little straighter. “Yeah, it’s been amazing.”

Jimmy throws out a few final farewells, and the audience descends into applause. As the bright sign that reads LIVE flickers out, the cameras stop rolling. Almost immediately, you feel lighter. With a loud groan, you stretch your arms out behind your head and collapse back into the sofa, your posture sagging. Besides you, Tom mirrors you, his legs spreading and his knee knocking against yours as you glance over and share a cautious smile.

“That went well, didn’t it?” You ask quietly. Jimmy’s wandered off, and around you, people are rolling up cables and wires. You can feel the eyes of some of the audience on you, so you reach down to play with his hand. Tom lets you fiddle with his fingers, and you gulp as you draw your fingertips across his soft skin.

“Yeah,” Tom agrees. His eyebrows furrow together as he looks at you curiously. “What was the question you answered with Harrison?”

You scoff. “That’s a secret.”

You’d almost died when you’d read the card. As much as you’d disliked the prospect of doing a shot, the question had read ‘Which of Tom’s friends would you consider dating?’. Though you feel no romantic attraction towards Harrison, he’s the only one of Tom’s friends you know. You couldn’t admit it to Tom live, because PR would have had your head, but you don’t particularly want to fess up now, either.

Tom’s always been a bit weird about your friendship with Harrison, and you don’t want to add more strain to your relationship. Maybe a month ago you would’ve loved to have another thing to rub in Tom’s face, but now things are changing. Your relationship is beyond twisted as it is, and much to your surprise, you no longer feel the burning need to exacerbate that - not now you know you’ll be tied to his side for the next five months. For all you thrive off Tom’s discomfort, it’s starting to take a toll.

Tom pouts, but there’s an intense heat to it. “Tell me.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

You roll your eyes. “What was your first question?” You return. “The one that you replied to by saying I’m stubborn?”

Tom groans, and the illusion of him being a doting, sweet boyfriend shatters. A part of you is relieved he’s back to normal as he glares at you. Tom has been too nice to you this evening, and it was becoming a little unsettling.

“I won’t tell you mine unless you tell me yours,” he barters. Tom looks down at your joined hands and loops your fingers together, leaning in closer on the sofa so he can drop his voice. The strong waves of his cologne drift out over you, causing your mind to spin. “Oh, come on, girlfriend, we were getting on so well, just tell me? Please?” He even flutters his eyelashes.

You chuckle in the face of his charm. “No way.”

Tom pulls away, his jaw flexing. He drops your fingers dramatically. “Fine. Be like that.” He stands up quickly, but then he pauses and begrudgingly offers you a hand, his eyes skimming the busy room. He, like you, seems to recognise there is a time and place for your petty bickering. “Let me escort you backstage,” he says, voice dry and monotonous.

You sigh heavily. “You’re so annoying,” you tell him, accepting his hand. He helps you up with a strong grip, your fingers tangling together easily. “I almost bought the act that you were actually a decent guy tonight, y’know?”

Tom keeps your hands together as you slowly walk backstage. “I almost bought yours,” he returns, his voice quiet. “I suppose we’re both good actors, aren’t we?”

You set your mouth in a firm line. “I suppose we are.”

You don’t see him for a while, and for that, you’re very grateful. For a few weeks, it seems PR are satisfied with a few teasing tweets here and there, and you enjoy the freedom of living Tom-free again. It really is quite disruptive, having to parade around with him, and lie when your friends and family question you about him. It’s quick to grow tiresome as you have to explain, over and over, that, no, you don’t hate him - love just happened!! Yeah, he’s great! Oh, you always thought there was something going on between us? Haha. Hah. That’s so funny.

It’d be so much easier, you think, if you and Tom got along better. But you know the only way that’ll happen is if one of you apologies to the other, and you’re still too fucking angry about everything to let your walls come down. Your history spans three poisonous years, and you aren’t willing to start lowering your defences for fear of him using that against you. You’d rather suffer through several more months of torture with Tom than show any sort of regret or remorse. You will not be the first to place your cards on the table, which lands you in a difficult position because you know he isn’t the type to concede either. You’re so similar it almost hurts.

About a month after the show, you’re on set when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, and you pick up the small device to see Rebecca’s name flashing over the screen. With a sigh, you quickly answer.

“Hello?”

“Hi Y/N, it’s Rebecca. I hope you’re doing well.” There’s a brief pause, then, “So, we need you to do something for us tonight.”

You reach up to pinch at the bridge of your nose. “Always straight to the point, aren’t you?”

Your PR manager laughs. “Time is precious,” she reasons. “Anyway, we’ve been monitoring your socials. People find it odd that you’ve not posted anything with Tom, and we’ve realised that there is a shortage of photos of you both together.”

You hum. “Yeah, I don’t think we’ve ever had a photo together where it looks like we actually like one another.”

“Exactly. That’s a problem.”

“Great.”

“We’ve been in contact with Tom. He’s going to pick you up once you’re done on set, and then come and stay the night with you. You’ll be spotted entering your apartment together, and he’ll be seen leaving in the morning. Whilst you’re together, if you can try and take some photos, that’d be great. Try to build up a backlog of different shots, so you have some in reserves for the future.”

You throw your head back, biting back a dramatic groan. “He’s coming over tonight?” You clarify.

Rebecca sighs. “Yes, Y/N. Is that okay?”

“I suppose.”

“Perfect. He’ll pick you up from set at 5.”

The line disconnects and you put your phone away, trying not to think about how easily your quiet evening plans have been whipped away. You’re called back to set almost immediately, and that provides you with a perfect distraction. You slip on your mask, sinking into a different character, and you let all your worries and irritations fade away.

When Tom rocks up to set, you’re still filming. You catch him from the corner of your eye as you act opposite your co-star Joe Keery, carrying your banter perfectly. You love Joe - love the fact that both of you are wearing matching sailor costumes and somehow manage to rock them, and that your scenes always flow together very nicely. You’re having a great time together, and you feel sad when the director calls out a final Cut! and the cameras stop.

“Great scene, Y/N,” Joe compliments, reaching out to pat your shoulder.

You smile back at him, nodding lightly. “You too!” You say. “I’m going to miss filming with you.”

Joe nods, whipping the sailor hat from his head and running a hand through his long hair. “Me too,” he agrees, mouth curving into a frown, “Who else would dress up in these stupid costumes with me and not make fun of me?”

You laugh, but before you can form a full reply, you feel a figure lingering behind you. You tilt your head and see Tom there, and then feel his warm hands slip around your waist. It all happens so quickly - one moment he’s whispering hi, the next his fingers are wrapped around you and yours are on his shoulders, then he’s kissing you quickly. It’s just a peck, but it completely blindsides you, and you’re still recovering when he pulls back and looks at Joe.

“Hi, mate, I’m Tom,” he greets, his voice artificial and loud. “Y/N’s boyfriend.”

You look between them, your heart hammering in your chest as you retract your hands and let them fall to your side. Tom immediately links your fingers together.

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard a lot about you,” Joe replies, eyeing you sceptically. He raises his eyebrows slightly as he accepts Tom’s free hand, and they shake slowly.

“All good things, I hope, eh?” Tom replies, glancing over to you. You raise your eyebrows, trying to figure out what he’s doing, but he just grins slyly in response.

“Eh, sure,” Joe says. Your friend rocks back on his feet, and you’re briefly reminded of the many, many occasions where you’d stormed onto set and ran your mouth about Tom. “Well, I’m gonna go now. See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He raises a hand.

“Bye, Joe. Have a nice night.”

As soon as Joe’s slipped out of sight, you turn your attention to Tom.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, voice higher and quieter than usual. You pull your hand from his grasp, and it drifts up to your mouth, to where your lips are still feeling the aftershocks of the kiss. You stare at him through wide eyes. He’s in a lovely blue denim jacket today, and it contrasts brightly against his short styled hair and his deep brown eyes.

“Greeting my girlfriend?” Tom replies. He looks a little bashful as he folds his arms across his chest. “Is that a problem?”

Fuck, you hadn’t missed him at all.

“You kissed me,” you state.

“Briefly,” he agrees, “We’re in public, Y/N. It would’ve been weird if I hadn’t done anything. Plus…”

“Plus?”

Tom grimaces. “It felt a bit odd to see you so close to him.” He pauses, his face the picture of discomfort. “I didn’t like it.”

“You have got to be kidding, Tom,” you mutter, eyes widening. “Are you seriously being like this because I touched his arm? He’s my friend, dickhead.” You scrunch up your nose, eyeing him sourly. “You don’t have any right to act territorially, Tom. We aren’t actually dating.”

“Right.” Tom tentatively reaches up, and you let him place his hand on your cheek. It feels almost like an apology, and you find the lines of irritation melting from your face. As his fingertips gently trail across your cheekbone, your lips pull into a small smile. “I’m sorry if I took you off-guard,” he says, surprising you completely. You’d never thought you’d see the day he owned up to one of his actions. “I won’t kiss you again unless we talk about it first.”

You swallow drily, trying not to enjoy the way it feels to have his touch skating over your face so smoothly.

“Good,” you agree. You rock back on your feet and sigh defeatedly. “We should go.”

It’s a little after 7pm by the time you get home. You make light, superficial conversation with Tom in the car as you put up with his chiding remarks about your driving, and by the time you walk through your front door, you feel frazzled.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting visitors,” you mutter as you walk into your living room and take a view of the mess.

“It’s fine.” Tom places his bag down on the sofa and looks around, greedy eyes taking in the details of your apartment. “It’s nice here.”

“Thanks.” You look around at your apartment, smiling quietly to yourself. The building is in downtown LA, right in the centre of things, and it wasn’t at all cheap, but over the years you’ve spent hidden away within the walls, you’ve made it feel like home. You’ve added character by tacking up a variety of posters, plants, and other fun keepsakes. “Do you want to order food? I don’t really want to cook.”

“Yeah, sure.” Tom pulls out his phone and glances up at you, face illuminated by the screen. “What do you want?”

“Thai?”

He pulls a face. “How about Chinese?”

You scrunch your nose up. “Thai?” You try again.

Tom bites his lower lip, his fingers moving over the screen. “Is it nice?” He asks you.

“You’ve never had Thai before?”

He looks up at you, shrugging haplessly. “Nope.”

“Yes, it’s nice.”

Tom surprises you by holding out his phone. “Pick something for me?” He asks. “Something good, though.”

You chuckle softly, accepting the phone and scrolling through the app. “I can’t promise you’ll like it, but I think you should.” You add a few things to the order before tossing it back. You dig your hands into your jean pockets and hesitate. “I’m gonna take a shower. Do you want me to show you the guest room?” You ask, eyeing up the hefty bag Tom had brought with him.

“That would be nice.”

You’re quick to show Tom his room, and then you’re off through the shower. You’d been called to set for 7am, and the hot, pulsing water soothes away the tired ache in your muscles. The scent of fresh lavender clings to your skin as you dry yourself off and then collapse into a loose pair of leggings and a nice hoodie. You feel more like yourself as you stare into your reflection in the mirror now. You love acting, and you love being someone else, but you feel safest as you are right now: bare, authentic, yourself.

You’re so relaxed that you almost forget Tom’s staying over until you walk into the living room and see him sprawled out on one of your sofas, phone in hand. He cranes his face back to look at you as he hears you, his eyes drifting lazily over your figure.

“Food will be an hour,” he tells you sadly.

“Great,” you grumble. You walk into your kitchen, looking over at him from across the open counter. “Do you want any wine?”

“Fuck yeah.”

You snicker as you start to pour out two glasses of rosé. “So how do you want to go about taking these photos?” You ask tentatively.

“Well, they made me bring a few different outfit changes,” Tom starts, speaking slowly, “So I guess we should just… Move about a bit and take some pictures together.”

It’s awkward as you walk back into the living room and hand him his wine glass. “Cheers,” you mutter, tipping the rim of the glass against his. A piercing ring fades across the room, and you share a despondent look with Tom.

“Cheers indeed, love.”

It’s uncomfortable until the wine kicks in, at which point the staged photographs come together a lot easier.

You start off with a few simple candids around your apartment. You take some of Tom pretending to make some tea, and then of him standing out on your balcony overlooking the city. He changes out his shirts and hoodies every few shots, as instructed by PR, so you’ll have a more comprehensive selection of photos to post in the future. It grows quite amusing after a while as you both try to out-Vogue the another, and once the air is full of your endless laughter, you find yourself relaxing.

When he’s satisfied with the number of candids he’s got of you, Tom suggests you get a little closer and try to get some more intimate, couple-y pics, “‘for the ‘gram, yeah?” This is when you run into a problem.

“I haven’t done this in so long,” you find yourself admitting as you sit beside Tom in your bed. You’ve slipped into a pyjama shirt, and Tom’s settled beside you.

“Had an incredibly handsome actor in bed with you?” He returns, eyes sparkling mischievously. This evening he’s been very cheeky with you, and you have to admit you’re warming up to it.

“Haha,” you say drily, rolling your eyes. You puff up your pillows and settle against the headboard. “Taken any photos with a romantic interest,” you clarify.

Tom pulls off his shirt easily, balling it up and throwing it across the room. You startle at this sudden action, your eyes drifting down to the defined lines of his abs. Tom is stacked. His lips curve into a smirk.

“Well, today’s your lucky day,” he teases, causing you to scoff. He opens up his arms, and you settle into them gently, aiming for a sleepy, lazy, we-woke-up-like-this vibe. Your head finds his chest, and your cheek presses against his warm skin comfortably. “Smile.”

He takes a few photos of you together, posing as a lovestruck couple, and as the seconds pass by, you melt further into him. You hadn’t realised how cold you were until Tom opened his arms and let you in, but now it’s as if you were freezing before the first touch. He’s got his hand resting on your side, and you feel his mouth linger above your forehead, hesitating.

“Can I kiss your face?” He mumbles softly, “Might make it look more realistic.”

You hum quietly, closing your eyes as you wrap yourself further around his torso. “Sure. Can I kiss your chest?” You ask boldly, spurred on a little by the woozy heat that smothers your mind.

You hear Tom’s breath hitch, and find yourself holding yours until he mutters, quietly, “Yeah.”

You let him have his fun first, and try to remain as nonchalant as possible as you feel his lips fluttering out across your forehead. He leaves a delicate trail of kisses from temple to temple, caressing your skin slowly, softly, with his warm mouth. You realise with a soft epiphany that you don’t mind being in this position: Tom’s peppering your face in gentle kisses, holding you close in his bare arms - and it’s quite nice. And maybe… Maybe he’s quite nice, too. Sometimes.

Tom’s hand smoothes over your hair, and you tilt your head until you’re able to scatter a few short kisses across his chest. You can hear the small clicks coming from his phone, and you really drag it out, enjoying the press of his supple pale skin against your mouth. It warms you up, sets a tingle flaming through your lips.

“There,” you say, finally dragging yourself away from him. “Do you think we’ve done enough?”

Tom hums, watching you closely as you sit up from his chest. His arm retracts from your side, and the air between you clears. “Yeah. I’ll send them to PR and see what they say.” He messes around on his phone for a few minutes, but you stay exactly where you are - shrouded in duvet and blankets and lingering near his body heat. Your eyelids flutter shut as you relax, your peace lasting until he asks, slowly, “When was the last time you dated anyone?”

You pry open an eye, looking at him curiously. “Eh, it’s been a while. Almost a year since there was anyone serious.” You look up at him, your head resting easily on the pillow. “Why?”

“Just realised I don’t know that much about you, really,” Tom replies. He slips down the bed until he’s lying beside you, and both of you move onto your sides to face one another. He looks quiet and unassuming like this - tufts of brown hair pushed messily around his forehead, with a warm expression hanging from his lips. It’s an odd look to be directed towards you.

“Yeah,” you hum. You let a small smile find your lips. “I don’t know much about you either.”

The sheets rustle as Tom moves a little closer. “Do you… want to know more about me?” He asks gently.

You swallow. You can taste the wine on your tongue, and you wonder why you can only seem to get along with him when you’re tipsy.

“Yeah,” you admit. “Maybe it’d be easier to do this if we weren’t always so…”

“Horrible?”

You bite your lip as you nod. “Yeah. We can be pretty mean.”

“Why do we do that?” Tom muses, his cheeks nice and flushed.

“I don’t know.”

Tom reaches out beneath the covers, and his hand finds yours softly. He links your fingers together, and you look into his eyes intently. You find only warmth and sincerity staring back at you.

“Maybe we should try to be less hostile to each other,” he suggests.

Briefly, your mind rewinds to that day at the park, all those weeks ago, and how Tom had dramatically announced that the thought of being your friend repulsed him. It surprises you to hear this change of heart, but you realise you’re in the same boat. A lot has changed since then.

“Okay,” you find yourself agreeing. “I’d be down to try that.”

“Okay.”

You share a small smile, and it seems to last a lifetime. For a while, it’s just you and Tom, buried in your bed together, hands clasped, breathing in sync, and it’s nice.

Eventually, food comes, and you convince Tom to watch one of your favourite films in your living room. You settle on separate sofas, but you’re able to make some light-hearted conversation. He even jokes around with you. It feels nice - but also too good to be true.

As you sober up, you find yourself looking at him sceptically. No matter how welcome the thought that things between you are slowly mending might be, you don’t trust Tom, and that’s not about the change overnight. He’s an actor, and you wouldn’t put it past him to be pulling your leg - drawing you into this rouse, only later to turn around and pull the rug from beneath you, and laugh at you for believing that he’d want to be your friend. Your perception of him has been skewed so negatively for so long that it’s hard to believe he’s actually being nice - even if on your end, the softening is genuine.

But you let yourself believe it, just for the night. You throw popcorn at him, and laugh together, and finish the bottle of wine over dinner.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Tom calls out, resting up against the door of the spare room. He’s caught you coming from the bathroom. He’s shirtless again, grey sweats hanging low from his hips, and you can’t stop your eyes from shamelessly tracing the curve of his v-line. “Not going to give your boyfriend a goodnight kiss?”

You roll your eyes, but you find yourself walking over to him. “You’re so fucking cheeky, Tom,” you mutter, amused. You press your hand to his shoulder and lean up to kiss his cheek. “Goodnight,” you say, eyeing him firmly.

Tom’s eyes dance with a thousand different emotions, and he dives in to kiss your cheek in return. “Night, love.”

You raise a hand in farewell and turn away before he can see the huge, embarrassing grin on your face.

When you wake up, it’s to silence and a slightly sore head. Your clock reads 8.22 AM, and you amble towards the kitchen.

You decide to extend towards Tom an olive branch - a cup of tea - to solidify your newfound… friendship? Amicable arrangement? You don’t know how to label it other than a loosening of your mutual disdain, but you know that whatever the dynamic was last night, it’d been nice. The idea that there’s more to him than the cocky, fronting mask he sometimes wears is pleasant.

So you make him a cup of tea, and then tentatively walk across to your spare room. You knock quietly, hear nothing, and then gently push your way inside.

The room is empty. Tom is gone. He’s left the bed unmade.

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself, scrunching your eyebrows together. You glance around and notice he’s taken all of his things, and then walk back into your room to check your phone - no new messages from him.

You sit down on the edge of your bed and sip at the tea you’d painstakingly poured for him.

Maybe it was too good to be true, and you’d just been stupid to think one tipsy evening together was the start of something new. He’s clearly undergone no change of heart if he’s managed to waltz out without as much as a text goodbye. You feel stupid and angry, but above all disappointed.

Because for a moment - a brief, hopeful moment - you’d imagined being Tom’s friend, and the prospect had made you feel happy.

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Peter Parker’s field trip. Part 1

Warnings: Trans!Peter, Spidypool, sex references, superfamily, transphobia, supportive avengers

Tony POV

I was in my lab waiting for Peter, my newly adopted son, to come home from school when Friday told me I had an email from Peters school. Turning to my phone I opened the email and was completely annoyed. The email read

'Dear Parent/Carer of Patricia Parker,

We are delighted to inform you that we have a surprise field trip for the student to none other than Stark Laboratories. The trip with be a residential starting on March 7th with a trip to Stark Tower, staying the night there with Mr Tony Stark-Rodgers and then having a trip to the Avengers Tower where we will have the opportunity to meet the Avengers and ask them questions. This is a once in a life time opportunity and we hope you allow your daughter to attend. Also, we would like to keep the trip as a surprise for the student so we urge you not to tell them the destinations of the trip.

Yours Sincerely,

Mrs Robbins.'

I was livid. My child Peter is a boy. I do not have a daughter I have a son. I couldn't believe the nerve of this teacher so I stormed out of my lab and in to the main living area of the penthouse and saw my handsome husband lay on the couch watching tv. He looked so calm and collected but I feel this might change.

"Honey, I just got this email from Peters school that I think you should have a look at." I told him handing him my phone.

He looked confused at first but then the anger set in and by time my phone was placed back in my hand he had an evil smirk on his face. I had an idea of why he had that smirk but just to be sure I asked him,

"What's the smirk for?" I asked.

"Tell the teacher our son can go on the trip while I make a few phone calls. Nobody purposely misgenders my son and gets away with it." He is trusted before grabbing his cell phone and walking down the corridor to one of the training room. Probably going to blow off a little steam and anger. Might watch in a little while.

After a second I simply responded to the email stating'

I as Peters legal guardian allow my son to attend this field trip. Is there any additional information that we should be aware of?' It seemed like the appropriate response.

In all honesty I had Pepper invite the school to the towers as a reward for how well they did at the decathlon competition. I was not expecting to receive an email like this.

-5 hours later-

Peter arrived home shortly after the email incident and was greeted to everyone being in the room. Everyone being Me, Cap, Bucky, Nat, Banner, Pepper, Sam, T'Challa, Shuri, Rhodey, Wanda, Vision, Thor, Loki, Clint and Strange along with the Guardians on a Skype call on the tv. We told him it was a spur of the moment gathering as well all missed each other, not an entire lie, but in reality we were plotting to a) embarrass Peter as much as possible on the field trip and b) get back at the teacher for what they did.

We decided to order enough pizza for an entire 3rd world country and discuss Peter's school life as we ate.

"So Peter, has anyone been giving you trouble lately in School? You can tell us the truth." Steve, Peter's other father and my husband, asked.

"No everything just fine." He terribly lied.

"Come on kid. I've known you for almost two years now, don't try and lie. If there's anyone giving you any type of shit for whatever reason please know that you can tell us." I explained to him all of a sudden getting very serious. I could see him fighting with himself on weather to tell us something or not but decided not to as he then said he had homework to do and went to his room.

"So, he's either lying or the teacher isn't as bad as we think." Loki observed.

"No, he was lying. I could feel his conflict and pain in remembrance of what people have said to him. I'm not one for violence but someone needs to pay for what he's been dealing with." Wanda told us with tears in her eyes.

Cap and Barton walked over to comfort her and hopefully stop her crying. My blood started boiling, Wanda was a strong person and if what Peter's going through brings her to tears then that's a lot for one person to go through. What else has this teacher or student done? Why won't he tell us? Does he not trust us? That last question broke my heart.

"Baby, you okay?" I hear Steve ask moving towards me and holding both my hands in his.

"No. I'm pissed. I'm pissed at any one who hurt my son. I'm pissed at us for not making sure he knows he can talk to us. And I'm pissed at the world for making his go through all of this." I told him with tears coming to my eyes.

Steve pulled me close to my chest and held me tight. He stroked his hands through my hair as he tried to calm me down. I could tell he was mad to, we all were, but he was trying to hold it in despite everyone being here to essentially punish this teacher was his idea. Embarrassing Peter was mine.

"Right, so what do we do about this? I'm not letting anyone hurt my nephew and get away with it." Nat said sitting up and pulling a knife from who knows where to sharped her nails. That women scares me so much.

"How about we just drop in during the day and make sure one of us is always with him. If he has one of us always there and we make it apparent that we know and support him the I doubt even someone as bigoted as his teacher is going to say something. Then we can embarrass him when we're with him." Sam suggested.

"I like that. Where are we all going to be stationed?" Loki asked.

"Well if I speak to the tour guide I could get Banner to give them a lesson on Gamma radiation as the first. Then, Barton or somebody drops in. After that they will be taken to a different lab with Shuri and T'Challa. By that time it should be lunch where Thor and Loki could drop in and the guardians land near the level 7 outside cafeteria. Then we can have Sam drop some stuff from above like a water balloon or something and Bucky bake his favourite cookies to bring to him. After Lunch they're looking around some other labs where Shuri could also be along with Banner. I think they're also going to be visiting the training rooms so Nat, Cap, Bucky and T'Challa could be fighting and Wanda, Vision and Strange could be training their magic." I suggested feeling better now that we were planning this.

March 6th

-Peter's POV-

I was in Chemistry faintly heading the teacher, Mrs Robbins, drone on and on about ionic bonding and how it differs to covalent bonding. It was something I already knew so I didn't need to listen until Ned started hitting my arm. Turning to look at him he simply nodded to the direction of the teacher. I turned around just to catch two words that made my heart drop.

"-Field trip!" Our teacher cheered with a big smile on her face.

Field trip? To where and why?

"That's right, we have organised a surprise field trip for you all as a reward for how well you've all done on your recent exams. Only the top 20 student of the entire school will have the privilege of going. The destination will be a surprise but I will say to bring an overnight bag and money for food and such. You're parents have already got an email consenting for your attendance and the bus will be leaving at 8am tomorrow so don't be late." She further explained.

The whole surprise field trip thing made me nervous beyond all belief. I may not technically be a Parker anymore but the luck definitely followed me and the idea of having to go on an overnight field trip made me terrified. Also, our parents got an email. This means that either Dad (Tony) or Pops (Steve) knew about this probably weeks ago and didn't tell me, this only fulled my anxiety.

Soon the bell went signalling the end of the day and our temporary liberation from this educational prison. On the way out Mrs Robins pulled me aside. It confused me at first until she put our most recent test infront of me. My name circled in big red circles, I know what's about to happen.

"Patricia, you must stop this. You're name is not Peter, you're not a boy. You were born a girl and therefore are, there is no picking and choosing with what God gave you. You must understand this by now. This little joke has gone too far that you're name has been requested to change on our register. Get it through you're head that you are not a boy and you will go to hell for thinking otherwise. One more incident like this and you'll have detention for the rest of the year. Got it?" She basically shouted at me pointing to my circled name on the test.

"No. My name is Peter and I am a boy, I don't care what God assigned me because he got it wrong. I am a boy and my name is Peter as we have gotten it legally changed." I rebutted getting impatient with her ignorance.

"Don't speak to me like that young man. You have no right to change Gods idea and destiny for you. Just thing, you're a girl meaning you can have kids and spread God's message to others and have many kids. Just what God planned for all women." She told me trying to sound sweet but came off and incredibly patronising.

At this point I was too angry to listen to her bulls**t (Gotta keep it Steve friendly people) so I stormed out the room. She started yelling for me to come back to the classroom but I didn't listen and continued walking till I reached the car Happy was in to take me home.

I got in the car and started telling Happy about my day while playing classic songs on my phone such as Highway to Hell, You gave love a bad name and Living on a Prayer. He pretended like he didn't care but I could tell he was listening and hanging onto every word I was saying. I love that about Happy, he acts like he doesn't care but in reality he does and he does a lot. He once caught Flash saying stuff about me and threatened to hit him with the car, he almost did as well but we were running late to a meeting I had to go to with Dad. Of course that didn't stop Flash as he still likes to torment me daily but he now does it more secretly making it more bearable.

We soon made it home and I found all of my dysfunctional family,minus the guardians who were on a Skype call, sat in the living room watching a movie on the tv. I quickly set my bag down on the kitchen island and settled right next to Tony (Dad) who was cuddling Cap (Pops). Everyone was asking me questions about my day and school life in general. They focused mostly on if people were bullying on me. It worried me a little because as much as I know I can go to them, I don't want to because I know that if I tell them everything that's happened they'll kill people and I don't want that for my family. Half of them only just got pardoned and I don't want the governments to revoke that.

"Sorry guys but I got homework. The pizza was delicious, is it okay if I invite Wade around?" I pleaded with Pops knowing he's more likely to say yes.

"Yes but that door stays open hound man. Do I make myself clear?" Pops asked in a stern voice.

"Crystal." I responded before taking out my phone to call Wade, grabbed my bag and walked to my room.

"Hey Baby Boy, what's up?" Wade asked after picking up his phone.

"Not much, Pops said you could come around." I told him making him slightly squeal.

"Okay Baby Boy, I'll be there in 10 minutes. I love you." Wade informed.

"I love you to Babe." I said before hanging up with a smile on my face.

-10 minutes later-

I was sat at my desk finishing my algebra homework when I heard someone knock on the window. Knowing it was Wade I turned with a smile on my face and let him in.

"Hey Baby Boy, how was your day?" Wade asked making himself comfortable on my bed.

"It was fine, quite boring if I'm honest. We did get told about this residential field trip tomorrow though. Sorry I won't be here for most of the weekend. I'm sure my Dads will love having you around." I joked sitting on his lap and cuddling into his chest.

"It's fine Pete. I'll just have to savour our time together now." He said wiggling his eyebrows and kissing me passionately.

"My Pops said to keep the door open." I told him pulling away with a massive blush spread across my cheeks.

"Does that rule apply to your en-suite?" Wade asked.

"I don't believe so." I answered getting up from his lap and dragging him into my en-suite, which is where we stayed for the rest of the night.

To be continued...

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thegreatestofheck · 4 years

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Heck’s Masterlist

OBX Masterlist

Since some of my fics are getting long, here’s a masterlist of everything I’ve made so far in relation to Outer Banks! It will continually be updated as more fics, blurbs, and requests are added!

Also, my requests are open! I don’t generally do smut, but I’m open to mostly anything else!

JJ Maybank

Requests:

Jump - You are John B’s sister and you’ve been following him around your whole life. After deciding to make your own path, you find yourself caught up with a boy who is no good and JJ is the only one who can get you out of it.

Wedding Dress - JJ makes a promise to himself that he’s now not sure he can keep.

Run - You’re John B’s sister and after sending him off on the Phantom, it’s up to you to cover for him. But Ward Cameron is still your legal guardian and he comes to collect his property.

Ransom - John B’s sister is taken by the square groupers. In exchange for her life, they ask for the compass and a heavy ransom price. It’s a race of time as the Pogues, with the help of Sheriff Peterkin, journey into the marsh to save her life before the clock runs out.

Not So Unrequited - in the middle of an argument with your best friend, he says something to you that you had never wanted to hear.

i love you - your relationship with JJ had always been rocky, built on a mutual desire for affection. that doesn’t mean he would never break your heart.

fill the void - she always felt alone, so when he needed her most, she couldn’t resist.

promises, promises - You and JJ have an unspoken thing, passed only though stolen glances and half serious flirting. But the day after he takes the fall for Pope, you find yourself standing at a crossroads; do you step in to protect him from his dad, or do you stay out of it?

Series:

Ocean and Alcohol - (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, Epilogue, Rafe’s POV) You’re a kook, but your life is less than ideal. After a fight with some of the other kooks, you let slip a little about your home life to one JJ Maybank, who is more than intrigued. (reader insert with a name, tw: abuse, canon content)

Tempest and Gin - (1, 2) The gold is gone, but Elma’s problems are just beginning. With her dad in police custody and her mom once again AWOL and refusing to pay for legal council, Elma and Ms. Lana struggle to get through the trial with a court appointed lawyer. At the end of her rope, Elma finds herself juggling friends, family, rivals, and enemies as she struggles to keep her wits about her and do the one thing she’s always done; protect Kid.

Girl With No Heartbeat - (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8) After a near death experience, JJ is saved by a girl in the water. When he and the Pogues find her washed ashore the next day, they are more than surprised to discover that she isn’t your everyday girl. (mermaid/siren au, canon divergence)

Imagines:

Sweet as Honey, Hard as Steel - JJ’s girlfriend is the complete opposite of everything one would expect. A straight A student with big life goals, Elena has never been the drinking, smoking, fighting type. And JJ wouldn’t have it any other way.

Coward - Your mom just passed and your absentee father has come to collect you. But that means leaving the life you knew and loved, including your best friend (and a little more), JJ Maybank. But he isn’t ready to hear what you have to say on your last night together.

Rafe Cameron

Series:

Fire and Storm - Rafe Cameron had always wanted her. He wanted to be hers and he wanted her to be his. But she wasn’t and he was slowly beginning to realize that he never would be. (this is Rafe’s POV for a bit of another series, Ocean and Alcohol)

Requests:

Better - Secretly dating Rafe as JJ Maybank’s sister isn’t the easiest thing, especially when your brother finally learns the truth.

Imagines:

Meant to Be Yours - Rafe Cameron, your boyfriend, was more broken than you realized. He wants more from you than you can give. (based on the song “Meant to Be Yours” from Heathers the Musical)

John B

Imagines:

Girl Crush - You spent years yearning after John B, your best friend. You just didn’t realize it until he fell in love with the most beautiful girl on the island...and it wasn’t you. After that, only Sarah Cameron was on your mind. (based on the song “Girl Crush”)

Tethered - (routledge!reader, John B’s little sister) Surfing the surge was a Pogue rite of passage. You had been waiting for the next big storm to show your older brother that you were ready to be one of them. But the storm was stronger than you or your brother could have imagined.

Just Come Home - (routledge!reader, John B’s little sister) You come home one day to find your brother bearing harsh news.

Series:

By Dawn - (1, 2, 3) John B meets a mysterious girl at his court ordered group therapy. After spending weeks trying to get to know her, he slowly realizes that she’s a tough nut to crack. But then one day, she leaves him a cryptic message...the night before she goes missing. With the disappearance of his father still so raw in his mind, John B refuses to lose anyone else. And he will stop at nothing until he finds her.

Sarah Cameron

Imagines:

Kie Carrera

Imagines:

For Forever - When you’re parents find out that you’ve been secretly dating your best friend, Kie, they go off on you. Afterward, she comforts you, reminding you that blood doesn’t mean family. (tw: homophobia, found family to the max)

she - As a Pogue, having a crush on Kie Carrera was almost a prerequisite. You knew that all the boys were crushing on her, at least a little bit, but accepting your own feelings for her is a different matter. (reader has a crush on Kie but isn’t really ready to admit her feelings)

Requests:

Nothing More - You’re secretly dating one of the Pogues and your brother is starting to become suspicious. The only problem; he’s fixated on the wrong friend.

Pope Heyward

Imagines:

Nothing to Prove - Pope helps you with some relationship problems. Later, while hanging out with your boyfriend, you realize that running from your fears got you nowhere and the only place you wanted to be was with Pope. (very soft)

Delivery Boy - With an absent mother and a distant father, you’ve always felt alone living in your empty house. But a certain delivery boy might be the one thing that makes running an estate worth it.

Seires:

Bare Bones - (Preview, Theory 1, Theory 2, Theory 3) Pippa Cantu has always been a little…strange. With a knack for knowing everything there is to know about every conspiracy, every mystery, and every weird happening, she doesn’t have much time (or desire) for friends. But when her chemistry lab partner asks her to join him and his friends on a hunt for the Royal Merchant, she just can’t say no.

Kelce

Series:

Simple Melancholy - (2) Jemma “Little J” Maybank finds herself a little over her head when she accidentally falls for a boy from Figure Eight. Between her overly protective brother and Kelce’s incredibly rude friends, neither of them are sure how they’re going to make it, but they’re determined to.

General (Everybody)

Imagines:

Do Not Stand - One of the Pogues passes away and leaves a message for her friends. Each of them take it in a different way.

Series:

Little Village - (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, Finale) As the oldest of the Pogues and John B’s big sister, June always acted as their mother. She helped with assignments and studying, helped pay bills when it was needed, made dinner, reminded them about hygiene. But then she got pregnant and her boyfriend left and suddenly she found herself unable to do all those things she was once able to. When they say it takes a village, she wasn’t entirely sure they meant a bunch of teenagers. (post-canon, I haven’t decided who the love interest will be or if there will be one at all, so that’s why its here)

Requests:

Homeward Bound - After spending years abroad at a boarding school, Kie’s sister returns to the Outer Banks. The Pogues quickly realize that, despite her cold exterior, there is a free spirit inside her just longing to break free.

A Bunch of Love Stories Masterlist - A series of fics based on Taylor Swift’s album “Fearless”.

Outerbanks Playlist - This is just a list of songs that remind of the Pogues and other characters in the show. A few of the songs are connected to some of my fics as well!

ATLA Masterlist

Zuko

The Sun, The Moon, and the Stars - She is a non-bender from the Southern Water Tribe who somehow found herself smack in the middle of Fire Nation central, where a young prince is fighting an internal battle she hopes to help him win.

Harry Potter Masterlist

Fred Weasley

warm - you and your husband survive the second wizarding war, but so do some of Voldemort’s old followers, and they are hell bent on revenge.

Severus Snape

The Other Her - Severus Snape had two friends while he was at school. One, every body knew as Lily Evans. The other was you, an unknown student who wanted nothing more than to be noticed by your friend. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to the Gryffindor heartthrob every time he mentioned her name.

Only One - You return to Hogwarts years later to watch your son’s Quidditch match, only to find yourself a little bit in over your head.

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Derek Morgan

breathe again - he saved her life and now she has to deal with the aftermath. he’s there to help her every step of the way.

Aaron Hotchner

dark of the night - an agent gets taken in the middle of an investigation. in a race against time, the team at the bau must find her by diving into her deepest secrets. when a video tape arrives with horrible images of the state of their friends, aaron hotchner realizes just how terrified he is of losing her.

The Musketeers (BBC) Masterlist

Porthos

enough for you - the wife of a musketeer reflects on her relationship with her husband while Porthos watches from the sidelines.

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royallyprincesslilly · 3 years

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Title: Partners {7}*

OA Zidan/Zeeko Zaki x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Drama, Action, Multiple POV changes, Talk and Mild depiction of Sex Trafficking, Racism Implied, Possibly Triggering Content, Character Drugging, Violence, Groping, Implied Blood, Plot, Mild NSFW, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 9k

Summary: You’re a damn good FBI agent in your own right. It is definitely partly to do with how well you’ve been trained and partly to do with you not letting anything or anyone distract you. You have a six-year plan that you’re fast-tracking for four. After being transferred from your office in Tampa, you’ve been sent to New York, which you’ve labeled the “big leagues.” Your first day there, after being introduced to your new partner OA Zidan you realized you’ve moved out of the frying pan right into the pot of distraction. A year later and your growing attraction for your partner still hasn’t been snuffed out.

Note: This is a first for me writing about a TV show and interjecting into it. Let’s see how this goes. I hope you guys enjoy this. As always, thank you for reading.

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The slinkiness of the dress was not missed by you. Your fingers noticed it once you pulled it from the shopping bag. It was a pretty dress. You checked yourself in the mirror of the bathroom again, turning in every direction so you could see how you looked in a dress you probably would have chosen for yourself in Miami. The black sequins looked good against your skin, and the accent gold chains around your neck that draped down your body between your breasts made them look even more inviting than usual. You wondered who’d picked this dress. While you looked good, if you had to run, it would probably be a matter of time before you had a nip slip or a full-on boob pop out.

You took a deep breath, released it, and leaned closer to the mirror to peer deeper into your eyes. Your nerves were beginning to get the better of you.

“You can do this, Y/N. You’ve done this before. It’s not a big deal. You know the drill. You. Got. This!”

Taking a final breath, you stepped back, rearranged the neck of the dress, checked your make up then nodded to yourself, pleased at the final product. As you walked out of the bathroom and down the hall of the JOC, you tried to mentally psych yourself up. It had been a year since you’d done any undercover work and the nerves never really went away. Once you stepped into the common area where all your coworkers centered, one by one, the eyes drifted to you.

From the right, you heard a whistle. When you turned, it was Scola.

“Agent Y/L/N.”

You rolled your eyes then scoffed.

“Watch it, Scola.”

He lifted his hands in defeat as you walked up to Jubal, Kristen, OA, and Isobel. OA’s eyes slowly raked along your body, taking in every detail.

“This is as good as it’s gonna get,” you joked.

“You look incredible,” Isobel complimented.

“Eh, it’s just a dress. By the way, who picked this out?”

“That would be Kristen’s handiwork,” Jubal said with a smile as he bumped his shoulder into Kristen’s. You picked up on the way she smiled back at him before she focused on you.

“I see I picked right. I knew you had what was needed to carry it.”

“All right, all right,” you pushed out, trying to change the subject. “Are we ready to move?”

“Yes. We’re meeting our informant at a pickup spot near the heights. Let’s move people,” Jubal drilled.

Everyone went into motion, preparing to leave. The elevator ride was chatter filled as Jubal, Kristen, and Isobel listed things off from the file you had to remember. While your brain was functioning and focused on them, your body was also functioning and focused on OA, who was beside you with his hands clutched one over the other in front of him while he stared at the dial. Though he wasn’t looking at you, your body could feel the energy coming off of his body, and it was responding.

Once you piled into the van, you situated as Lim began explaining the intricacies of the few gadgets you wore, including mics in your diamond earrings, surveillance cameras embedded into the golden chains of the dress, and two chip trackers inside the ring, and an emergency explosive. You were impressed, and you let him know it. Lim was adorable. He always looked surprised to hear a compliment on how well he did his job or that someone noticed. You always made it a point to tell Lim how good of a job he was doing. You believed it was necessary to praise people when they deserved it, especially if you saw it.

You tried to retain the information you read in the files, along with the faces you saw. You knew the key to undercover work was memorizing as much as you could. Your success in Miami was because you were good with retaining information, thinking quickly on your feet, and solving things with small details that others would not have thought of. Your nerves were beginning to pick up, and you knew it was because while you’d been in a similar undercover situation before, this was a different monster. Whereas the sex club was a dangerous environment, it was a closed environment. With this operation, many variables would be left up to chance, and that were ever-changing. That meant more risk.

You tried not to look at OA. You didn’t want to give him any indication that you knew he was right and that this was too dangerous. Your father’s words echoed in your head.

“In this world, because of the color of your skin and your sex, you have to be twice as good and work twice as hard to get to where others would easily get to. You have to never show weakness. They will look for it because you’re a woman.”

Clenching your jaw, you straightened your posture and did your best to clear your mind. This assignment wouldn’t break you, thought to yourself over and over.

Fifteen minutes later, the van pulled up at the meet location that Jubal’s informant would come to get you to add to the shipment of women. After Lim checked that you were good with how the gadgets worked and were comfortable operating them, he gave you a comforting pat on the shoulder, a gentle squeeze, and a soft smile that spoke of his confidence in you. As he made a move to get out of the van, he stopped and came back to you.

“Can I say something I’ve always wanted to tell you?”

You nodded.

“Since you came to join us here, I’ve admired you. I think you’re smart, smarter than a lot of people I’ve worked with. You’ve impressed me more times than I can count, and I’m not in the least worried about you knocking this out of the park. Remember how badass you are.” He added a wink that made you smile.

“Thank you, Ian.”

“Anytime, Y/N. You’re—you’re great—you’ll be great.”

With that, he walked out and closed the doors behind him, leaving you and OA. You couldn’t help but smile. He was sweet.

“I think Ian’s got a crush,” OA uttered slightly under his breath.

“Oh, stop it.”

He approached you with his arms held out to you. Once he was close enough, his hands latched onto your waist.

“Should I be worried?”

You snorted then rose to meet his eyes. “You tell me. Should you?”

OA studied you for a few moments before he answered.

“I don’t know. Maybe I should.”

The warmth from his hands was working to calm some of your nerves. You sighed out, placed your hands on his forearms, and then traced patterns into his exposed skin.

“Don’t be jealous.”

“Ya know something; I didn’t think I was a jealous man—before now,” he replied.

You stared at each other, neither of you speaking. After several long moments, you looked down. OA tipped your chin up, so you looked at him.

“I feel I have to say something right now,” OA began.

You quirked your eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“You look—incredibly gorgeous.”

Slowly your lips spread into a wide smile that got wider and wider.

“I can’t believe the first time I see you like this is for a sting operation rather than our first date.”

The butterflies began fluttering in your gut, making your knees go weak. You slouched back on the cold table that lined the side of the van. OA’s hands slid down to your hips and squeezed. The action did nothing for the fluttering in your belly, but it helped to stabilize you.

“Well—maybe you’ll actually get that first date if you get the balls to finally ask for it,” you teased.

OA’s smile began small until you were staring at his perfect teeth. With no hesitation, he lowered his lips to yours for a sweet kiss that he took control of. His lips trailed down your jaw and back to your ear where be nibbled and licked along its shell. With every lick, the butterflies in your gut fluttered more rapidly, and with every nibble, your sex throbbed. You couldn’t believe you were getting turned on at a time like this.

“Are you okay?”

His whisper against your ear made you sigh. It was the question you were dreading. Mustering as much gusto as you could, you put on a tough exterior.

“I’m fine. As I said, it’s no big deal and nothing I haven’t done before.”

The more you spoke, the less you believed your own words. When you looked at OA, he didn’t even look to believe your words.

“You don’t have to play tough with me. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying and when something isn’t as it seems.”

OA moved his hands from their place on your hips to buckle behind you at the small of your back. His long fingers splayed across your bare skin, making any cold shell you were trying to wear melt away. You sighed again.

“Okay, I am nervous, but it’s jitters. Everyone gets em’.”

OA kissed your forehead and kept his lips there for a few seconds. “I know you can do this. It’s never been a question of if you could. It was always, should you? I know you’ve got this because you are the most incredible agent that I’ve known in a long time. You’re smart, quick on your feet, charismatic, and don’t even get me started on what an amazing profiler you are. Plus, your right hook and roundhouse is a thing of beauty.”

You giggled, then lowered your head to his collar. Even in heels, he was still slightly taller than you. His chuckle vibrated against your forehead, and the tension in the van automatically decreased. When your laughs subsided, you bit your bottom lip and thought about your next words carefully.

“If this goes south,” you began before OA pulled you back so he could look at you.

“It won’t.”

“If it does,” you tried again.

OA cupped your jaw and slid his thumb along your lips until it was in the center, silencing you.

“It won’t. You got this, and I have your back. We all do.”

For some reason, that touched you more now than it ever had before. He always had your back, and so did the team. That was what a team was. You tried to keep your emotions in check, but the longer you saw the compassion in his eyes that felt more and more like something more intimate than compassion, the more your emotions went haywire. You crushed your body to his for a hug. Resting your cheek against his chest, you listened to the drum of his heart, hoping it would soothe you as it had less than twenty-four hours ago.

“Let me get this out, Omar,” you whispered, feeling your heart race.

“If things go south, I want you to know I have loved every single minute that I’ve been your partner. Thank you for making me a better agent, and thank you for helping me see sometimes following your heart can lead to great things,” you said, somehow able the keep your voice from shaking.

Before you could slow your racing heart, OA pulled you back again and crashed his lips to yours, making it race even more. You happen to open your eyes at the same moment he did, and while your lips danced together, your eyes spoke words that had been left unspoken in your heart.

It took just seconds for OA’s hands to drop to your hips again and yours to begin to quickly fight with the belt he wore. As OA squeezed your hips and moaned against your lips, you managed to free him of his belt and undo the buttons of his pants. When OA’s hands slipped to your backside, he gripped it with such a roughness you knew his need and how closely it mirrored yours. His hands quickly pulled at the fabric of the dress, inching it up over your hips to reveal your thonged ass to the cold surface of the table.

Finally free of his pants, he turned you, so you now faced the wall of the van. You bent forward, bracing your hands on the table as OA freed his member. When you felt him rub himself against your slit, you shuddered and anxiously anticipated the feel of his intrusion. As he slowly slid into you, connecting your bodies inch by inch, one hand gripped your hip, and the other covered your mouth in time to muffle the deep moan you let out.

OA sucked in a shuddered breath, then groaned. Once he was buried to the hilt, he circled his hips, making goosebumps erupt all over your skin. OA lowered his lips to your shoulder, bit down on your flesh then began thrusting in and out of you. While his movements were slow, the force with which he rocked into you was intense. Within seconds he’d sped his movements and the force that he flicked his hips. With every move forward, it was powerful enough to have your entire body jerk from it. In no time, you’d begun rocking along with him. When he retreaded, you did too, only to slam back onto him, taking all of him.

You could tell your movements were driving OA crazy because of the tightness of his grip on your body. He hovered over your back and went to your ear.

“Habibi,” he whispered. “Aikhtar,” he groaned. “Eshq,” he panted.

It took those three words to bring you to the horizon of your orgasm, and he must have known it because he sped up, slamming into you, filling you completely. It only took a few thrust and the cup of his large hand against your sex for you to whimper. As his fingers strummed your pearl, heightening your arousal making you more desperate for your release. It wasn’t long before OA was marking you as his from the inside out.

Slowly both of you came down from your euphoric cloud. Your breathing evened out, the tremble of your body slowed, but your heart still pounded, and you knew it was just for him. Within a few minutes, OA had you dressed and presentable again, and when he was the self-controlled and professional Agent Zidan again, he pulled you against him.

“I’m going to do everything and anything needed to make sure we get to have that date,” he said while gazing into your eyes with such intensity you knew he meant the words he spoke. “Anything,” he repeated for emphasis.

Before you could speak, there was a knock on the van, signaling that the informant had arrived and it was showtime. OA pressed his forehead to yours for a few seconds, then kissed your nose before he backed off. You turned to the table, looking into the purse you had, and reapplied your lipstick. When you were sure you were good, you and OA hopped out of the van to join the team with them none the wiser.

“I really wish we could put a wire on you, but I think you know what we can’t,” Isobel said.

“I get it. I’ll probably go through a strip-search,” you filled in. Once you said it, you heard OA grumble.

“We have the jewelry surveillance, so you’re not alone in there. We can’t talk to you, but we can hear and see what you do,” Jubal assured.

You nodded as you went over the file one last time. Over your quiet surroundings, you all heard the signal. You gave them a nod being careful not to look at OA before you walked away from them. You didn’t think you could handle that. After taking a few steps, though, you looked back at him. He stood there with his arms crossed across his broad chest with the deepest scowl on his face that accompanied his tightly clenched jaw. Deciding to test the tech, you said the one thing you knew you could that only he would get.

“My back, your back, we got that.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

-OA-

He hated this more than he hated the stares he got his first few weeks at Quantico. Those weeks were a different hell. It was a hell that tested everything he knew about himself and how who he was would connect to his work—if it could connect. Because of his culture and heritage, he got a lot of flack. He’d had to work twice as hard to prove himself even though he’d done two tours in Iraq and had earned his dues and proven himself as an asset. This hell, though, it gripped his heart tighter than anything else. He wondered if it was because what he had to lose was just way in life. If he failed, he would have to live with the shame. Now, if this failed, he’d have to live with much more. Regret. Heartbreak. They were two things he didn’t want any part of. It was your fault.

He’d fallen in love with his partner. It was the first rule in the book. The first rule that was drilled in his head in every line he went into. In the Rangers, it was don’t get involved with your peers or form any personal or intimate connections with informants or those in the field. In the DEA, it was, go by the book and don’t get involved with anyone on any level. He’d learned how challenging and intricate undercover work was there. Here he was after all these years and all his life experiences throwing the book away, setting ablaze first, though.

He listened to the informant drill you on everything you needed to know as he walked you to the truck you’d be in. In the back of the van with Isobel, Kristen, Jubal, and the rest of the team, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, but he couldn’t show any of it. He knew if he showed too much concern, it would raise curiosity about your relationship's true nature. He had to remain calm and neutral enough for a partner and not venture into the realm of the concerned lover.

You were so good that as the truck drove with you in the back, you sang a song in French. It wasn’t just any song, though. You fed them intel of everything that was around you, how many other girls were in the back, their descriptions, scents, and any other piece of information that would help with the case. Everyone around him looked pleased, and he knew Isobel was relieved. You were showing in less than an hour why you were the right person for the job.

“She’s got this,” Jubal said aloud while nodding his head and snapping the rubber band against his wrist, a nervous tick he’d noticed when Kristen was injured in the hospital.

At the thought of Kirsten, he looked across to her. she was sitting with Ian, and the two were talking closely, most likely about the case, but it made him look back to Jubal for his reaction. The look on Jubal’s face didn’t give much away, but being a good profiler, he picked up on a few things. Jubal didn’t look to like how close they were. He wondered then if you and he weren’t the only ones who were fraternizing.

The puzzle gave him something to occupy his mind instead of him worrying and thinking of worst case scenarios, and he was glad for it. After almost forty minutes, your reporting notified that the truck had stopped and everyone was being led out.

“Here we go, people,” Isobel notified.

The tension in the van returned tenfold as everyone’s attention went to the screens. He tagged the route the truck had taken thanks to the tracking devices you wore and calculated the quickest route to you in case things went south. He watched the feed you expertly gave. You made sure to turn in every possible direction so you could give them a quick lay of the land. Every angle Ian and Kirsten tagged, they let out an audible “yes.” You were making everyone’s job easier.

You were led into a large house. The interior was decorated richly. The techs worked to make connections with everything in the feed, artwork, photos, and even furniture. Any of it could lead to a break. You stopped for a second, then bent forward, bringing a clear photo of four men into the frame.

“Get that picture scrubbed. I want to know everything about all of them, even their childhood pet’s name. Come on, people. Let’s get Y/N out of there in under twenty-four hours,” Jubal drilled.

The van came alive with chatter and activity, and he focused more intently on the feed. With his fingers steepled underneath his bearded chin, he tried to stay present.

“File in here, ladies. You know the drill. Inspection.”

He clenched his jaw, hating what that sounded like. He continued watching the feed. He took in the details of the room and guessed they were holding the women in a basement. The women around the room were all dressed in their best. He’d clocked bruises on some and small injuries on others. Having worked an undercover case like this one, he knew the ones with small injuries were probably the older ones that had been acquired over a year ago while the ones with bruises were newer. In situations like these, the older ones, because of their wear and tear, were abused more. They were usually kept on reserve for those with particular tastes. They were deemed the expendable ones.

When the men approached you, they brought you into another room where two men were waiting. Once they laid eyes on you, they whistled and made catcalls at you.

“Wow. We have an exotic one.”

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Dulce,” you replied.

“Ah, you were brought in with Snake, part of the special shipment from Florida. He said very good things about the women in that shipment.”

The man approached you and slowly walked around you before he stopped in front again.

“Where you from, honey?”

“I can be from anywhere you like.”

“she’s good,” Isobel voiced. “She knows giving men like that control means appeasement.”

“So you’re a people pleaser, huh.”

“Absolutely sugar. I please people,” you replied.

The men laughed together before exchanging glances.

“Well, Dulce, we gotta search you, so be a good girl as I—sample the goods.”

He watched the man approach you. He didn’t know if he could stomach watching, but he didn’t look away.

“Ah, very nice.” He sounded like the sleaziest of perverts, and his anger flared.

The air in the vibe went from tense to uncomfortable. They all knew what was happening. He was glad he couldn’t see your face. As soon as he thought it, you were moved, and you now stood in front of a mirror, and your reflection was now what he saw. The man in a burgundy button-down and black slacks was before you—on you. He walked behind you then brought his hands around to cup your breasts.

“Son of a--.”

Clenching his jaw, he continued watching. The sleazeball's hands slid down your abdomen.

“Everyone look away,” Isobel ordered.

He did not. When he saw the asshole’s hand creep to your crotch, he was ready to end this whole thing. The look on your face was a detached one. You didn’t look as if it phased you.

“Hey! What’re you doing? She’s for the boss. No one is to touch her.”

The informant came into the frame just in time before the perv groped you any further.

“I’m sure Boss would want us to make sure she’s clean.”

“You’re just trying to get your rocks off. You know how he feels about the first touch. Should I tell him that you dirtied his entertainment for the night?”

The two men faced off, but the informant didn’t back down.

“You’re lucky you’re so high up, Snake.”

“Shut the fuck up. Know your place. You, out.”

You walked to the door with Snake behind you. While everyone else in the room released a relieved sigh, he didn’t. This was but a tiny victory. There would be many more tests and close calls before the night was done.

“I’ll get you to the bathroom upstairs. It is next door to the office. You have three minutes. Use them wisely. I’ll be back to bring you to them.”

A little while later, you walked into the bathroom and released a breath. He could tell you forgot about the camera on you as you allowed your nerves to show—just a little. He wished he could be there to help in any way you’d let him, but he wasn’t. He even wished you could hear him. After a fifteen or twenty second reprieve, you were sneaking out the bathroom door to the office next door. Once inside, you began rummaging through cabinets, drawers, folders, and even the trash, giving them a glance at anything you came across. You moved so quickly that each analyst worked on each piece of data your lens came across.

“I think I found something,” you said, opening a folder with the letters “NDB” tapped across its cover. You flipped through the pages giving them two or three seconds each page to capture it in a screenshot.

“Yes, Y/N, that’s it,” Jubal cheered on.

“That has to be a record with getting in,” Isobel said more to herself than anyone else.

“It looks like these are future plans. I have names, dates, locations, pictures even.”

“That’s all we need, right,” Kristen inquired.

“I mean,” Jubal began.

“No. while this is good, we need a clear shot of them all in the room and to hear talk about any attack as well as get them in some sort of incriminating situation. With that, we got 'em dead to rights,” Isobel clarified.

“Fuck!”

It was an outburst he hadn’t expected. He’d been trying to hold it together, but the thought of you being there any longer really was not sitting right with him. the eyes in the van trailed to him. No doubt they were shocked to see him lose his cool. No one said anything about it, though. He watched as you snuck out of the office after putting everything back to make it in the bathroom. Once the bathroom door clicked shut, Snake was there to retrieve you.

“Change of plans. You girls are meant to be eye candy. Sort of like a look but don’t touch event. He likes to use this as his foreplay. Keep a cool head, and remember you’re not trying this on for the day. You live this. Act accordingly.”

~~~~~~~~~~

-Y/N-

Snake led you into another part of the house that was filled with girls and about ten men that were being entertained by the chosen girls. You looked around, clocking your exits and the possible escape routes first, then took inventory of the girls and finally the men. Snake left your side but not before giving you a stern look as if to remind you that your life was not the only one at stake here. You didn’t need a reminder.

Your encounter in the room was a quick reintroduction that woke your ass up to the real dangers that you’d now found yourself in. Back in Miami, you’d found yourself in a similar situation, and the only way you were able to get through it was to detach from it. You mentally put yourself in the frame of mind of a different person and became them. It made it easier. You knew it was what you would have to do now.

“Dulce, Dulce, Dulce, Dulce,” you whispered to yourself before you took a deep breath and slowly released it. When you did, you decided to fake it until you had it. Your first move was to take a lap around the room. You still had to locate the SVU agent on no intel. The department was reluctant to share any information for fear of a leak because of the case's sensitive nature and how long their agent had been undercover. So you were running on nothing but the assurance that if possible, they would make contact.

One lap turned to two, but before you could do a third, one of the men approached you, cornering you.

“Why hello. I haven’t seen you before.”

You pasted on a sugary sweet smile and leaned against the wall. “Oh, no? I’m new.”

The man smiled, giving you a chill.

“I like new. I like to break in the new thoroughbreds.”

He grabbed your wrist and began dragging you through the room. His grip was tight, but you didn’t make a sound. You could see he was dragging you toward a couch. From the corner of your eye, you saw one of the girls watching you. Her long brunette hair framed her face, and her plum-colored lipstick gave her a youthful glow. Before you could take in any more details, the man dropped onto the couch and released your wrist.

“Dance.”

You hesitated, caught off guard by his actions and the command.

“All right, darlin, no need to get rough.”

You swayed from side to side in front of him in slow movements using the time to formulate a plan. Slowly you turned your back to him as you began winding your waist. It was then you noticed a dangerous looking man across the room also watching your every move. Snake approached him, whispered, and nodded in your direction. Bingo, you thought. Adding to the show you were putting on, you trailed your hands along your body and beginning at the outer parts of your thighs, up along your hips. When you reached your stomach, you brought them up to cup your breasts, all the while staring at the man across the room. Turning from him and back to the younger gentleman on the couch, you smiled, bit your bottom lip, and winked.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

You nodded.

“Do you know what naughty girls get?”

You shook your head.

“This.”

The man gripped his appendage and shook it for emphasis.

“Come get this cock, slut.”

As he lunged for you, you saw Snake approach. He whispered to the man before he made contact, and the look on his face went from lust riddled to fearful. He straightened his clothes, then walked away.

“he says get a glass of champagne and sit.”

You took the glass of champagne that Snake offered you and sat on the now empty couch. You knew that you had him on the hook. You’d expected it to be more work than that. For the next few hours, on the couch was where you remained. You watched every immoral thing the men did to the women and sat through it all. The first hour was difficult because every injustice you saw you wanted to remedy, but by hour two and three, you’d found a way to tune it out.

A few hours later, you were brought over to the boss. You recognized him from the pictures in the files. His eyes roamed your body, taking in every detail. It was a full two minutes before he spoke.

“You name.”

“Dulce.”

He chuckled. “Ha, the Spanish word for sweet. Are you sweet?”

“That’s for you to find out, I guess.”

No words followed. The way he looked at you made your skin crawl. It was the look of a true psychopath. He was the worst kind, though, a hypocritical one, one that sought to subjugate that which he hated. He preached up and down how whites were the superior race, and any others were inferior and seen as dirty, but here he was eying you like he planned to give you a thorough cavity search knowing damn well your skin was not white.

You took in the details and learned his ticks. From the way his jaw flinched every few minutes to the way he held on to the arm of the chair, you knew he was trying to hold tightly to something inside of him. Men like this often had a secret side to them.

“Sit.”

Doing as you were told, you sat. He continued his conversation. Again the girl with brunette hair caught your eye. She was watching every move you made, and that fact alone told you she was the SVU agent. It was a hunch, an unproven one. The mention of an attack had your attention going back to the man seated beside you. His hand came out to clasp your upper thigh. His fingers between your crossed legs holding on as if he owned you. Men like him always thought people were property to own, use, then trade.

“Just make sure everything goes off without a hitch. We’ve worked too long for his, and too many lives have been lost for it all to be for naught.”

“Don’t worry. As we speak here, they are setting up the event location. By this time tomorrow, we’ll have our victory. That is why we’re here tonight—to celebrate.”

You hoped those in the van got that.

“Maybe it’s time to take your turn,” one of the men suggested.

The Boss’s eyes landed on you before he brought them to his hand on your thigh. “Soon. You go sit there,” he ordered.

You stood and walked over to the brunette who’d been watching you for the last few hours and sat beside her. You didn’t want to give yourself away, so you said nothing. In undercover work, you never knew who had flipped. Pretending to be someone else twenty-four-seven took its toll, and many blurred the lines forgetting who they really were. You didn’t know if she was one of them. If she were, she’d give you up in a heartbeat.

Instead of giving yourself up, you decided to play it cool and observe. One way or another, she would show who she really was. The scene before you quickly got old. No one touched you or the Burnett you sat beside. It was like they all knew their place and didn’t even dare question it. They didn’t touch you, but they sure watched. You’d caught so many of them eye-fucking you it was seriously making you sick. For a second, your mind ran on OA and if he’d seen the scene in the backroom. As quickly as your mind dashed to him, you forced it away. Clear head, you reminded yourself. The easiest way to end up dead was to lose focus.

A middle-aged man in grey suit pants and a matching grey button-down that was unbuttoned one too many buttons stopped in front of the two of you. He smiled and eyeballed the brunette first, then you.

She kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Keep walking, Pete. Even you’re not dumb enough to touch one of Lowball’s treats. You know he likes them clean, and you also know what he’ll do to ya if he sees one print.”

This so-called Pete rolled his eyes, sighed, then walked away mumbling something underneath his breath.

“Loser,” she finished.

That was when your eyes met.

“You’re new.”

“What of it?”

She smiled, then continued chewing her gum.

“What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Dulce.”

“Ah, I like sweet things.”

She trailed her pointer up over your exposed knee until it made it’s way to the hem of your short dress. Once there, it lingered, seductively tracing the hem.

“Your print doesn’t count?”

She smiled, then leaned to your ear. Her lips were close enough for you to feel them.

“Nope. He likes to watch. Take a look.”

You slyly glanced to the one she’d called Lowball, and sure enough, he was watching the two of you like a hawk on his perch.

“See. He gets off on it, especially if the new treat has to be broken in. Do you?”

You turned to look at her, your lips were centimeters apart, but you didn’t back down.

“Do I what?”

She smiled, bit her bottom lip then spoke. “Need to be broken in.”

You slowly smirked then bit your own bottom lip. Two can play this game.

“Depends on who’s doing the breaking,” you replied.

The brunette smiled, then closed the gap between you, pressing her lips to yours. Before you knew it, she was taking charge of a sultry kiss. She rolled her tongue around yours then sucked. As she did, you felt her hand cup your breast. Your first instinct was to pull away, but you also knew that was the wrong instinct. This was a test. You allowed her to kiss you, then battled her for control. After a minute, the kiss was still going, but once you thought of it, she pulled away, sucking her bottom lip.

“Was I your first?”

You gave her a faux shy smile. “No”

She smiled wider.

“Hey, lowball. This stallion is a certified good time.”

She looked away from you for a few seconds and looked to Lowball before she smiled wider.

“Let’s go.”

You allowed her to lead you by the hand through the room filled with sex and drugs until you were in a hall. Neither of you spoke, and when you looked behind you, there was Lowball with his eyes on you.

“I’m Tommi, by the way,” the brunette said with a smile.

Soon you walked inside of a bedroom that was made of luxury but built for a sleaze. The room was filled with glass and leather. It even smelled like leather. The more you walked into the room, the more detail you took in. The linen on the bed was black silk, and there was even a mirror above the bed.

“Go get ready, Tommi. Let me have five minutes with this beauty.”

Your gut tensed, and Tommi hesitated, looking at Lowball.

“Aww, you’re going to have fun without me, daddy?”

Her whine was loud. Lowball smiled.

“Don’t worry, angel, I promise you’ll be here for the fun stuff.”

Tommi glanced at you, then back to Lowball, then shrugged as she walked to another door inside the bedroom. Before she closed the door behind her, you noticed her hand making fists in a staggered pulse pattern. Instantly you recognized it as a common sign you’d learned at Quantico. It meant you’re not alone or among friends. Tommi was the undercover agent with SVU. You looked to Lowball who stared at you as if he were trying to figure you out and unnerve you. You wouldn’t let it work.

“Dulce, cute name. how are you going to prove it?”

“The easiest way to find out if something is sweet is to taste it,” you teased, uncrossing and crossing your legs again.

His eyes dropped to them, and that was where they remained. After too long, he stood and walked over to the bar. You heard the clinking of glass and crystal and anxiously waited for either him or Tommi to come back in. when he turned to you again, he held two glasses filled with a brown liquid. When he sat again, you watched him dig into his pant pocket and come back out with a small clear packet with white powder inside of it.

Fuck, you thought. Many perps who operated sex trafficking rings liked to string their girls out before spending time with a perp. The gossip was the drugs always made the girls more compliant and easier to take advantage of. You watched him pour the contents into one of the glasses. Your stomach fell.

“Oooh, daddy, now we’re really starting this party,” Tommi interjected as she crossed the room dressed in a sexy burgundy lingerie set.

“Mmm, you look, wonderful angel,” Lowball complimented.

He held out the glass that was substance-free to Tommi and held the one that he’d just laced to you. You hesitated. You knew precisely what the plan was after you drank that, and depending on what it was, you had thirty minutes before your choices would no longer be your own.

“There are two ways out of this room, Dulce. Covered in, or filled with my superior cum or dead. Your choice,” Lowball informed.

Tommi caught your eye. She sat on Lowball’s knee, rubbing his arm, but her eyes were dark.

“Take a ride with me, Dulce,” she chimed.

Sighing, you took the glass and swirled the liquid around, examining how undetectable whatever it was he’d poured in was. You downed the drink in one rise and tried to keep from vomiting. Shit was about to get real, you thought.

Lowball smiled then stood, making Tommi stand as well.

“Good job Dulce. I knew you’d see it my way,” he said before he walked away to the door.

“I’ll be back in as much time as it takes that to kick in. You girls have some fun.

The door closed behind him, and you gasped. Tommi was beside you in seconds. She dipped a little lower to come face to face with your earrings.

“She’s just ingested Rolong. It’s a nastier version of Rohypnol these assholes craft themselves. You have thirty maybe forty minutes to figure out a way to grab control of this sting, or else your girl will find herself in a situation she won’t be able to avoid.”

She looked at you, and though she looked relatively calm, you could still see some sort of panic in her eyes.

“I have this.”

She dug in her cleavage and pulled out a syringe. You had no idea how she’d concealed it for its size.

“What—what is this?”

“It’s adrenaline. It’s not much, and it won’t have a big of an impact as I’d like, but it will help with the effects. It’ll buy us maybe fifteen minutes,” Tommi explained.

“Fine.”

You held out your arm, giving her permission to inject you.

“It’ll work better to your thigh.”

Tommi pulled up your dress to find the right spot, then lowered the needle. Before she inserted the tip into your skin, she looked back at you. You gave her a nod to proceed. The injection's sting was sharp, and it felt as if it continued to go for so long.

“Here we go,” Tommie whispered before she administered the medical cocktail.

The burn in your thigh began almost immediately. It was a burn that increased, a burn that intensified until it felt like a terrible muscle spasm without the pain. Once the burn subsided, you could have sworn you felt the drug course through your body. It could have been your imagination or the effects of the other drug you’d ingested. You didn’t know.

“In a minute or two, you’ll feel like you’ve stuck your finger in a socket. Try to remain calm. Remember, when he returns, he will be expecting you to be disoriented and pliable. You have to play along, or he will know something is not right. Do you understand me?”

You nodded though your head felt heavy, and you felt as if you were about to topple over any minute. The woman in front of you was no longer clear or alone. There looked to be three or four of her. You tried to snap yourself out of it, and that was when you felt your heart begin to race. It began beating ten times faster than it had before. The only other time you recalled it beating like this was with OA. You heard Tommie speak again, but you didn’t quite understand what she said. It sounded muffled and distorted as if her voice was from a static transmission.

“Come, you have to be ready by the time he gets back,” Tommie said.

She walked over to the bench in the bedroom and returned with a black two-piece lingerie set along with a pink robe. This was not new to you. Men like these liked to see their prize displayed in as little clothes as possible. You dressed with Tommi’s help. With each passing minute, you felt the effects of both the adrenaline and the drug. Also, with each passing minute, your movements became slower and slower.

Once you were changed, you looked at yourself in the mirror, and you looked ready to seduce any man. You staggered to the bed and then dropped onto it, unable to even carry the weight of your own body anymore. Tommi sat beside you and opened her mouth to say something but the door suddenly opened. Tommi laid on top of you and whispered for you to play along. She nuzzled your neck while caressing your thigh.

“Don’t let me interrupt. I think I’ll watch for a moment,” Lowball said.

Tommi looked at him and smiled. “I have a better idea. Let me entertain you while the Rolong takes full effect.”

She stood and walked to Lowball, who was seated a few feet from the bed. The sound of loud pop-rock filled the room, and Tommi’s hips moved along with it. You laid there feeling as if there was a war going on inside of you. Two impulses were fighting for control. One impulse wanted to lay there, do nothing and stare at the ceiling that had begun spiraling as if it were a kaleidoscope. The other impulse wanted to get up and dance as if this were the last night you would be alive. Your limbs didn’t know which to listen to. Every time your muscles twitched to stand, your upper body refused to obey.

Your brain found it next to impossible to think of one thing. It continued to jump from topic to topic, making you dizzy in the process. You tried to fight against the effects of the roofie you’d been given. You tried to aid the adrenalin pumping through your body, trying to work as a diluting agent. Several times time felt as if it lagged. It felt as if even your blinking was slowed, taking forever to close your eyes and open them again.

When you felt the bed dip, you didn’t know how much time had passed. It felt like an eternity. Looking to your right, you saw Tommi. She came to your ear and whispered.

“We have ten minutes,” she whispered before she climbed on top of you then pulled Lowball into her embrace. You laid there watching, becoming more and more unsure of what was happening.

“I think she’s ripe for the plucking.”

Tommi giggled, then looked down at you.

“I think we’d have a better time making her watch first. She needs to know what you like, daddy.”

He looked to be contemplating things, and as he did, his eyes roamed over your body, taking in every detail. You felt a hand slide down your body, beginning at your neck and down the center of your body until it reached your navel.

“I like that idea.”

With that, he pulled Tommi to him, leaving you there to watch and listen. Your being must have felt how precarious your situation was because a strong will to fight overcame you, giving you renewed energy.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

Lowball pushed Tommi aside and climbed on top of you, burying his face in your neck.

“The best way to learn is to do. She will catch on quick if she wants to live.”

Almost as soon as his hands began roaming your body more vigorously, screams could be heard, but Lowball didn’t budge. When he heard the sound of a gunshot and glass shattering, he rolled off of you, dropping to the floor beside the bed. The room began to fill with smoke.

“Stay here,” Tommi shouted.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, but real-time at the same time. You desperately tried to keep up.

“Snap out of it, Y/N. Get up. Get up!”

Though you were trying, your limbs were not obeying you. The sound of gunshots became louder and more persistent. Coughing, you tried to focus on making yourself get up. You tried to will your body to cooperate. Clenching your jaw, you screamed.

“Get up!”

With much effort, you rose then bent forward until you were able to sit up straight. Instead of celebrating this small feat, you willed yourself to stand. You stood then tried to steady yourself. Before you could take a step, someone barreled into you, taking you to the ground. That was when your muscle instinct took over. You swung a punch that connected with someone’s jaw. Not waiting for them to retaliate, you began fighting back, not knowing who you punched. When you felt knuckles connect with your face, it had a strangely sobering effect like a second injection of adrenaline.

You rolled onto them and proceeded to punch, not stopping. You felt a gun to your back. Before pausing, you punched the person underneath you once more. When you did that, the person behind you tried to grab you but got your robe instead, pulling it clear off you. As they did that, it gave you reprieve enough to do one of the tricky moves you’d learned at Quantico, which allowed you to flip the perp over your shoulder to land on the ground. You scurried around for the gun, praying you found it in time, especially with the fog in the room. When you grabbed it, you used the butt of the gun to slam down into the face of whoever was unlucky enough to find themselves your adversary.

You stood and staggered to the door, then leaned on it trying to catch your breath. You checked the magazine in the Glock you held. Satisfied, you took a few more breaths trying to overcome your debilitation.

“Let’s go, Y/N. You’ve got this.”

You pushed yourself off the door then proceeded to go through the hall, fighting every step of the way. Every few moments, you leaned against a wall to catch your breath. A few gunshots sounded behind you, making you crouch and aim backward to clip the kneecap of one of the despicable men who worked for Lowball. When they reached for their weapon, you shot again, seeing the bullet puncture their chest. While they pushed out their last breath, you continued on.

Getting to the stairs that led downstairs, you found bodies littered along the way.

“Stop right there!”

In front of you, the same man from the inspection stood there, pointing his pistol right at you.

“Ha, of course, it was you. I knew there was something off about you.”

“Guess you should have trusted your gut. Lower your weapon, and we’ll offer you a good deal,” you countered.

“Not a chance.”

“Listen dickhead. Do you hear that? That silence says your side has lost, and mine has won.”

He lunged for you, and his shoulder knocked the wind out of you as he took you down, making both of you tumble down the stairs. You felt each step the entire way down. When you’d finished tumbling, you laid there, unable to move.

“You bitch!”

He climbed on you and wrapped his hands around your throat, and began squeezing. You gagged and coughed. It was then that the roofie took the strongest hold of you. Your entire body felt heavy, and even the thought of clawing his eyes out was too much. Every time you lifted your hands to do the job, they only plopped back down. You knew you were seconds from blacking out and seconds from death.

He pulled one hand away, reached into his shirt pocket, and uncapped a needle with his mouth.

“Let’s see you survive this!”

He stabbed the needle into the side of your neck that he held with one impossibly strong hand. You screamed as he injected the substance into your bloodstream and, in the same breath, managed to reach the gun that was a few feet away from you and mustered enough energy to aim at his gut. A gunshot sounded, and the man’s movements above you paused for a moment before he tried to begin again. It was enough of a pause for you to take better aim with the gun, this time releasing another bullet in the center of his chest. He slumped forward enough for you to overpower him, but still, he fought. You rolled onto them and released one more bullet right in the center of his head.

It was then you shouted out before you dropped onto him, then flopped to your back to stare at the ceiling. The sounds of gunshots around you slowed to only a few every so often. You didn’t know how long you laid there. It could have been five, ten, or more minutes. When you felt able, you sat up and stood, using the wall to hold your weight.

With the gun in hand, you walked through the large home. You felt half-dead, and you knew it was whatever he’d injected you with. Your steps became slower and slower. Your movements more and more lagging. Still, you continued pushing through door after door, trying your best to fight. You slowly pushed through yet another door and found bright scope lights and red laser dots on your lingerie-clad body.

“Freeze!”

You tried to raise your hands but only made it halfway.

“Y/N!”

Hearing OA’s voice, your body finally gave out. Before you touched the floor, OA was there, engulfing you in his arms.

“I got you, baby. I got you,” he whispered.

You felt him tapping your cheeks, making you look at him blearily.

“Are you hurt?”

“Help me up.”

OA used his strength to stand you up. Kristen was to your side in seconds, and in a few more seconds, OA had draped his FBI jacket around your shoulders before he scooped you in his arms. Unable to fight the drugs in your system any longer, you passed out sure of your safety in OA’s arms.

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Deep Trouble-Wilbur Soot

#83 from this prompt list! Check out my masterlist here!

This is a Wilbur x gn!reader! I hope you enjoy!

TW: I don’t know how to tag this but basically Wilbur doesn’t know you can’t swim and he puts you underwater and then has to pull you out.

Y/N’s never been good with deep water seeing as they can’t swim. But when her friends want to go to the beach, they can’t deny them their request. Trouble ensues as Y/N doesn’t tell their boyfriend of their inability to swim.

Y/N’s POV

I glared in distaste at the swimsuit that sat on the bed that Wilbur and I shared. Today we were going to the beach. Tommy had convinced his father to drive him four hours to come meet up with Wilbur, Philza, Tubbo, and me. Tommy would be here for a few days and he wanted to do a bunch of things that he wouldn’t be able to do in his own city. Going to the beach was one of them.

Normally, I would have no problem submitting to Tommy’s wishes, it was easier than fighting him about it. But there was one small problem that no one knew about. I can’t swim. When I was little my father took me to a pool and left me on my own for a while. I then went under and almost drowned. I was pulled out but that memory lives in my head rent free. So ever since then, I refused to go near bodies of water and therefore I never learned how to swim.

Of course I wasn’t going to tell anyone that, let alone Tommy. Do you know how badly I would get made fun of for being my age and not knowing how to swim? Really badly. So I decided to keep my mouth shut and stupidly agree to go to the beach with my friends and boyfriend.

“Hey darling. It’s almost time to go, are you ready?” I heard Wilbur wonder softly from the other side of our bedroom door. “Oh! Yeah, I’ll be right there!” I called back matching his tone. “Alright, I’ll see you in a few then.” He responded. I listened closely as his footsteps faded away as he walked down the hall. I let out a huff of air and picked up the swim suit.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and slipped on the suit, the cold fabric causing chills to run down my spine. I proceeded to slip on some clothes over the suit so I wasn’t just walking around in that. I also quickly packed a bag with an extra set of clothes just in case I wanted to change later. Lastly, I grabbed my towel, sunglasses, and shoes before exiting the bedroom. I slowly made my way down the hall to the living room and found Wilbur there lounging on the couch.

Wilbur glanced over his shoulder at the sound of my footsteps with a smile. “You ready now baby?” He asked, standing up. I matched Wilbur’s smile and nodded at his question. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Wilbur took a few steps and pressed a small kiss to my lips causing me to grin. “You simp” I teased, walking toward the front door, slipping my flip flops on. Wilbur let out a loud laugh as he followed behind me. “Only for you”

*Small time skip*

I let out a sigh as I got out of the passenger side of Wilbur’s car. The sound of the waves crashing and birds cawing greeted me as the two of us met at the front of the car. Wilbur gave me an excited grin as he offered his hand to me. “I’m so excited for this.” I fake a grin, taking his hand and intertwining our fingers, “Me too!” I lied.

“Wilbur! Y/N!” I heard Tubbo’s voice call. The two of us turned and found Tubbo standing down the beach next to Tommy and Phil, waving frantically at us. We both chuckled and waved back with our free hand and began to walk toward them. “Hey guys!” I greeted cheerfully, letting go of Wilbur’s hand and pulling Tubbo into a hug. “Hey!” They all greeted me back matching my enthusiasm. We all quickly exchanged hugs before making our way down the beach a little further.

The five of us quickly set up our little spot. Each of us laid out a towel and stripped off our outer clothes. Tubbo and Tommy immediately began running toward the water, “Boys!” I called, stopping them in their tracks, “Forgetting something?” I questioned, shaking a bottle of sunscreen. The two slowly walked back to me and stood in front of me holding out their arms. I let out a laugh but began spraying the boys down with the sunscreen. Once I was done, I shooed the boys away and they ran back to the water.

After I sprayed myself down, I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind. “I didn’t know you were a parent” Wilbur murmured in my ear, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. I giggled and turned around to face him, placing my hands on his now bare chest. “Well someone has to take care of them. And if it’s me so be it.” I hummed, grinning at his smiling face. Wilbur chuckled before he leaned down and pressed our lips together in a quick kiss. “Come on now. Let’s get in the water.” He said, attempting to pull me to the water. His attempts didn’t work though because I remained where I was. “You go ahead. I’ll catch up in a bit.” I lied, knowing I probably would never get in the water. “You sure?” Wilbur questioned, his steps hesitating. I gave my boyfriend a reassuring smile and nod. “Yeah, go!” I insisted, pushing him to the water. Wilbur gave me one last smile before turning and jogging toward our three friends.

I quickly laid down on the towel that I previously laid out and closed my eyes. I let out a deep breath as I relaxed at the feeling of the warm sun on my body. My hope was that I could get by just laying here sunbathing until they got done with the water. I should have known better.

After a while of me just chilling on the blanket, I was startled by arms scooping me up from my towel. My eyes shot open and found my boyfriend with a stupid grin on his face. “Wilbur, what are you doing?” I questioned, slightly panicked as he began to walk back toward the water. “I have decided you’ve been sunbathing enough and you will now be joining us in the water.” He announced. My heart pounded as his feet hit the edge of the water and he kept wading in, me still trapped in his arms. “Wilbur please. I don’t want to go in. Set me down now.” I begged. Wilbur didn’t listen and kept going deeper in the water. “You ready?” He questioned once the water was just barely touching me. “No! Wilbur please!” I pleaded softly with the giant. He didn’t seem to hear me over the roar of the wave. “Go!” He yelped getting ready to launch me. “Wilbur I can’t swim!” I finally shouted hoping it would stop my boyfriend.

It was too late though, Wilbur had let me go and I was flying through the air. I let out a scream as I flew into deeper water. Right before I went under, I caught sight of my boyfriend. His eyes were wide and he was as pale as a ghost. My body slammed into the water and I was submerged. I was in too deep of water to just stand up. Wilbur had taken me out to where the water met the middle of his chest and then threw me even further. The man is 6’5 so it’s no surprise I couldn’t reach the bottom. I flailed as hard as I could. Trying desperately to reach the surface again. But I just felt like I was sinking more. A pit formed in my stomach as the memory of my dad leaving me in the pool flooded my mind. My lung ached as my body began to run out of oxygen. I couldn’t believe this was how I was going to die.

As my vision began to darken, something grabbed my arm. With one big motion, I was pulled out of the water. I coughed as I scrambled to wrap myself around whatever had just pulled me out of my watery panic. I took deep breaths trying to restore my oxygen intake but also to calm myself down. A gentle hand found its way on my back, rubbing up and down. As I calmed down, I was able to hear Wilbur whispering sweet nothings in my ear trying to reassure me and calm me down even more.

Wilbur quickly brought the two of us back to the sand. He attempted to set me down, but I wouldn’t let him. My arms remained wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist tightly. So instead, Wilbur simply sat down on his towel. “You guys can go back to playing” I heard him tell the others.

A few minutes passed as we sat there in silence before I let out a shaky breath and slightly pulled away from the embrace. “Y/N. I am so so so sorry. I had no idea you couldn’t swim. I know that’s no excuse because I should have listened to you when you said to stop. I feel so horrible. I’m so sorry.” Wilbur apologized, his eyes glossy from unshed tears. “Thank you,” I croaked out, “for apologizing. I know you didn’t know and I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. But you’re right. You should have stopped when I said so. But I forgive you, just don’t let it happen again. Or you’ll be in deep trouble” I teased, a weak smile adorning my face.

Wilbur let out a small laugh, a single tear rolling down his cheek, “Believe me. It never will.” I let out a small laugh as well before leaning back in close and hugging him tightly. “I love you” I murmured into his neck. Wilbur’s hand came up to the back of my head and tugged me tighter to him. “I love you too.”

“Are you guys done being gross? I would like to check on Y/N as well.” I heard Tommy pester from behind me. The two of us laughed as we broke apart. I slowly stood from Wilbur’s lap and turned around and found the other three standing there, looks of concern planted on their face. “I’m okay guys.” I confirmed walking forward, “Really.” Tubbo was the first to move. He ran forward and wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I quickly hugged the boy back. It didn’t take long for Tommy and Phil to also join our hug. “I’m alright. I just think I’ll stay away from water I can’t stand up in for a long time.” I joked. A chuckle ruffled through the group.

The hug broke up after a few more minutes of just standing there. The five of us decided that we’d had enough excitement for one day and chose to leave and go grab something to eat somewhere. As we packed up, Tommy turned to me with a confused look, “Hey Y/N… Why would you agree to come to the beach if you hate deep water and can’t swim.” I shrugged as I laid my towel over my arm, “You and Tubbo really wanted to and I would do anything for my boys.”

“Awwww!” The four boys let out, giving me a fond look. I rolled my eyes and pushed the shoulder of the person closest to me, which just so happened to be Tommy. “Shut up.” I muttered, walking away from the group toward the car. “Y/N! Wait! Come back!” Tubbo called. “No! I’m hungry, let’s go!” I called in return causing a rush of footsteps to pound toward me. I let out a squeak as arms wrapped around me and lifted me off the ground, swinging me around. I giggled as my feet returned to the ground once more. I turned around and of course found Wilbur standing there with a goofy smile on his face. Wilbur’s head ducked down and he pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. I sighed in contentment at the feeling and leaned further into the kiss.

“You know, when you said you were hungry, I thought you meant for food.” Phil teased beside us. Wilbur and I broke apart, a blush adorning the both of our faces. “Phil! There are children around!” I exclaimed, pushing his shoulder slightly. Phil let out a loud laugh before responding, “I think you need to remember that as well.” I looked over and found Tubbo and Tommy with a fake grossed out look on their faces. I rolled my eyes and giggled at their nonsense…. “Last one to the car is a rotten egg!” I yelled out before booking it to the car. “Hey! Not fair!” I heard Tommy shout from behind me. Today may not have gone the smoothest. But I’m glad I got to spend it with the people I care about most.

There you go! I hope you enjoyed! If so, be sure to leave a like.

And remember kids: If someone says no, they mean no. Don’t try to convince them to do it anyway. No means No. Do not be responsible for someone’s death because you pushed them in deep water and they couldn’t swim.

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