#this one took me a while both because i had to think about it and also because tumblr blows
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𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍
Pairing; Dark!Rafe Cameron x Innocent!Reader
Warnings; CNC!!!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. smut, extremely dark themes, unprotected sex, public sex, choking, drugging? (rafe manipulates reader into snorting a line) degrading terms (slut, whore) loss of virginity, tiny bit of blood, breeding kink, size difference, daddy kink, dumbification, dacryphillia, no aftercare!! i think thats it? Minors please DNI!!!!!
Summary; Based on x.
authors note; i really thought about never finishing this because i just haven’t had the motivation or wanted to write in quite a while. but i’ve been neglecting you guys! so i tried my best to finish it, however i literally hate this fic so much so please don’t come at me bc i know its shit😛 its around like 1.3k words so… take it or leave it ig.
“Hey, so uh, you come here often?” The boy says, rubbing his nose with his right finger while motioning with his beer filled hand to the party further down the beach.
Your friend had dragged you to one of the weekend bonfires at the beach, kooks only of course. Which is exactly what you were, a sheltered, spoilt, kook. Right down to the core.
Your family had given you everything you ever wanted growing up, paying for homeschooling from the best private tutor on the island, buying you whatever the new pair of heels on the market was, but that never deterred your sweet heart.
You weren’t a prude and even though you were, you didn’t act spoilt, you appreciated everything your family did for you. You didn’t have many friends considering the private life you lived. Your best friend was your neighbour, both of you having grown up together, your father and hers both being in the same business really tied the strings in your friendship.
She was quite the opposite of you, partying every weekend, hanging out with boys and drinking to the point she was incapable of walking. Long story short, she had begged you to come, a promise of a sleepover and movie night afterwards.
Except that wasn’t the case. Within 15 minutes she had found a new man to latch onto, leaving you sitting by yourself on a wooden log infront of a small campfire someone must’ve ditched.
You looked up, a tall muscular boy with a backwards cap staring down at you, his pretty blues lighting up in the reflection of the fire. You didn’t answer him, being too caught up in the flare of his strong presence. His aura was engulfing, your body instantly being drawn to him.
You didn’t know it of course, but Rafe did.
One look at your pretty face and the sweet scent of your purity and he just knew he had to have it. A smirk appeared on the boys face as he took a seat on the log next to you, his eyes never leaving your own.
“Gonna’ answer me, sweetheart?”
“Uhm, n-no not really, it’s my first. My friends around here somewhere… not sure where she went.” You murmured.
Rafes smirk widened, how blessed he was to have stumbled upon a sweet, innocent, little bunny like you.
“S’okay. I can keep you company. Name’s Rafe.”
The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a little white baggie filled with a powdery substance. Noticing your stare he asks “You want some?”
“What is that stuff?” you mumble, knitting your eyebrows together in confusion.
“This shits the good stuff, s’ like powdered sugar. Gets you feelin’ real good, one line of this and you’ll feel on top of the world, sweetheart.” he smirks moving closer to the point your knees touch, yet his eyes still don’t leave your own.
“C’mere, lay back a little.” and do you do.
Without question.
Which of course stirs Rafe’s dominant instinct, he just cant stop thinking about shoving you onto your knees and fucking your throat til you choke on his fat cock.
But he’ll save that for later.
Rafe proceeds to pour a little powder onto your chest, sitting perfectly above your perky tits. He then reaches into his pocket and picks out a bank card, then using it to create a smooth line on your chest.
He moves in. Snorting the line right off your tits. A tingly feeling appeared in between your thighs. The sensation of his hot breath on your chest making your own increase.
He leans back and looks towards the sky, his curtains framing his face as he does so, lifting a finger and closing a nostril he sniffs deeply, sighing in relief afterwards. “See, easy as that. Your turn, beautiful.”
“M’kay” you shrug.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
Rafe shifts on the log, lying down on his back and spreading his lets wide. He repeats the process on his abs, pouring the coke, creating the line and then ushering you forwards.
“Remember. All you gotta’ do is cover one of your nostrils, and use the other to sniff it right up. You got that?”
“Mhm” You nod excitedly.
“Ah ah ah. Use your words.”
“Yes Rafe. I got it.” You whisper, your pretty doe eyes staring up at him.
“Good girl.” He groans as you begin to snort the coke from his abs. His cock is painfully hard which obviously you didn’t notice, his pre cum leaking from his swollen tip, desperate to have your soppy cunt wrapped around it.
Within 5 minutes the drugs had hit you.
Your head was spinning and your control of your own body wavy, your movements restricted.
“I-i feel kinda fuzzy. Don’t like it…think i’m gonna’ go home now.” Rafe debates begging you to stay, but a better plan crosses his mind.
An eery smirk appears across his handsome features. “How about i walk you, s’ not safe for a pretty girl like you to be out in the dark all by yourself.”
The second you’re out of sight from the beach a hand wraps around your mouth, Rafe’s body pressing your own against a tall tree, blocking any escape. Your eyes go wide in fear, tears beginning to well up as you attempt to scream.
Your tears should make him irritated, angry even. But it doesn’t. It only turns him on more. His dick growing harder by the second.
“Shut the fuck up or i-i swear to god i’ll slit your throat. Can’t believe you kept this innocent act up. I can practically smell how soaked you are you fuckin’ slut.”
Before you can even think of screaming you’re cut off by your own wail as Rafe’s cock disappears between your folds. He bottoms out in one harsh thrust, your legs become slack as he grips your hips, holding you upright on his length.
“So fuckin’ tight. Gonna’ fuck you so good you’ll forget your own god damn name.” He growls.
The sound of clapping skin begins to echo, the skin of your ass turning raw due to his brutal thrusts. The tears don’t stop, only beginning to mix with the drool and sweat leaking down your face. Your wails and whimpers turn to moans as your cunt soaks his length.
Rafe knew you were perfect, that’s why he picked you. But this just proved him right.
“Fuckkk. You like that? Who knew you’d be such a dirty whore f’ me.” He chuckles, throwing his head back in ecstasy, yet his thrusts don’t slow. His pace almost animalistic.
The sensation of your pussy clenching tells Rafe what he wanted to know.
Rafe lets out a loud groan. “Jesus. You’re gonna’ fuckin’ cum aren’t you? Getting off on your rapists cock. Ask me. Ask daddy if you can cum.”
His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tightly as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Please can i cum daddy? I need it s-so bad.” You whine, shifting your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on his shaft, your back still pinned against the tree.
“Cum. Cum for daddy. Holy shitttt, pussys grippin’ me like a fuckin’ vice.”
Your cream coats his cock as you scream, biting your lip harshly to try and muffle your pleasure.
“Wouldn’t be surprised if the whole beach heard that from here you dumb slut.” He groans, lifting a hand to fist your hair, tugging harshly.
His thick cock continues to pummel your insides, your pussy throbbing as he fucks you through your high.
As Rafe looks down he notices a glint of red at the base of his shaft. The sight of your cream and blood alone brings him closer to the edge.
“Gonna’ cum in this pretty cunt, can’t wait to fill you up, baby. Daddy’s gonna’ cum.”
His release is met with a loud growl, his balls throbbing as his load fills you, thick ropes of his hot cum shoot into your pussy.
“That’s ittttt. fuck. Taking my cum like such a good girl.”
Rafe is slow to pull out, inching you off his cock as he pants trying to catch his breath. His hold however never leaves you, ensuring you don’t fall due to the brutal fucking you just received.
His attention is grabbed at the sound of your sobs, his thumb swiping over your cheek and collecting your tears. His pretty blues stare into your own, almost waiting for you to run.
But you don’t.
“Shh Shh Shh. No more tears. Daddy’s gonna’ take care of you from now on.”
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ONLY BOUGHT THIS DRESS SO YOU COULD TAKE IT OFF
— alastor + vox + adam’s fashion preferences on their significant other. gn!
— alastor
alastor finds anything that compliments your figure to be gorgeous. he can’t be upset when you’re confident in yourself.
though, if you’re really asking, he can’t be dishonest, can he? he adores formal wear. cocktail dresses, suits, waistcoats, gowns, the way they hold a certain elegance is something that just can’t be matched.
the way they hug your waist is simply too attractive, all he wants to do is eat you up. a beautiful sight like you would most definitely be a feast. not that he was thinking of eating you!
true, it’s not the most practical of clothes to be worn on the daily— but, it’s still a delectable treat once in a while.
“sweetheart, are you ready?” alastor asks, knocking on the door. “we must hurry, the opera waits for no one!” he laughs as he opens the door. and when he does, he is pleasantly surprised to see the outfit you’ve chosen for tonight.
the way formal wear compels you to carry yourself with poise and confidence is something that simply makes you all the more attractive to him.
“my, my! look what the cat dragged in!” alastor joked. “you look ravishing, dear. are you ready?” he asked. he walked over to you as he took hold of your hips, running his claws up and down the fabric and silently admiring your figure.
“mhm!” you nodded. “lovely.” he grins, holding his cane in one hand, and wrapping his arm tightly around your waist in the other.
as you walked, there was something off about alastor. he truly did hide it well, but there was definitely something bothering him.
his breath, quiet as ever, was heavy and reeking of desire. and, his body temperature was off the charts, as if he had been running a fever.
“alastor, are you alright?” you looked to your side. “of course, i am! simply excited for the show, that’s all!” alastor said, clearing his throat. “really? you’re kind of burning up, and you’re breathing heavily…” you noted.
alastor fell silent, choosing the best way to respond. “i’d suggest you not ask that, love.” he warned. “any further, and i may just eat you up!” he grinned as he left a kiss on your cheek, tightening his grip on you.
“oh? should i hold you to that promise?” you teased back at him. “hmph, don’t test your luck.” he shook his head in perplexity. “tell me, would you like to be cooked slow-roasted or braised?” alastor asked, to your shock.
alastor clearly enjoyed your reaction, laughing quite loudly. “wh— i’d like to not be cooked at all!” you frowned. “hmm… fine. only because you’re so sweet.” he shrugged in surrender.
— vox
vox loves everything elegant. whether it be a flowing dress, or a well-fitted suit, it gets him hungry. hungry for you, that is.
the way they accentuate every little curve and muscle is just so appealing to him, he just can’t help his hands to himself!
elegance simply compliments your body so sweetly, he wants to show off his little treat from heaven to everyone who’ll listen. this may or may not be the reason he brings you to every event.
“do i really have to go to this?” you frown as you lounge on your bed, waiting for vox to get ready. “‘course you do. you’re mine, and i have to show you off.” he grinned, straightening his bowtie as the finishing touch.
“come on. everyone’s awaiting our appearance.” he said, coercing you and pulling you up from bed with both arms. “urgh, fine…” you groaned, finally getting up.
vox rested his hands on your shoulder and hip respectively, taking in the sweet sights. “christ, you look sexy as hell…” vox sighed out, biting the side of his bottom lip.
“you know… i wouldn’t mind so much if we… missed tonight, and had some fun..?” he raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down. “pssh, after i already got ready? no thanks.” you teased “maybe tonight instead if you want me so bad.” you rolled your eyes at him.
vox frowned at your rejection. “fine, that might just bite you in the ass later.” he threatened, playfully slapping your behind, and pulling you along by the waist.
— adam
adam loves anything that shows your skin. short skirts, crop tops, tight denim jeans, no sleeves. anything that brings attention to your assets, it’s all super sexy to him.
the fact that you’re confident enough in yourself to wear such tight-fitting clothes is so downright hot, it might just encourage him to do some… sinful acts, to say the least.
still, adam is quite possessive when it comes to you. as much as he loves you in revealing outfits, these are for his eyes only. no one else gets to see this but him.
that still doesn’t stop him from having you perform a little show for him. for his eyes exclusively.
“holy shit… you look so fuckin’ hot, babe!” adam let out, sucking in his breath as he pulls you into his lap. “do i really have to wear this..? it’s kind of uncomfortable, adam…” you pouted.
“oh, don’t worry, baby.” he comforted you, petting your hair gently. “soon enough you’ll be taking it off anyway.” he said with a cocky grin, proud of such a dirty line.
“pssh, don’t say something like that. that’s just inappropriate.” you rolled your eyes at him. “heyy… but, don’t you like it? you can’t deny that, can you, angel?” he grinned.
and, as you glared incredulously at him, he started moving his hands. his grabby hands began moving anywhere that was left exposed— your arms, thighs, and waist. his fingers traced every vein, curve, and muscle, giving you a sneak peak of what he could do.
“come on, babe…” he said, coercing you further. “you know i could show you a good time.” he grinned.
adam could feel you growing weak under his touch, encouraging him further. he started to leave open-mouthed kisses all over your collarbones.
“just let me show you a good time…” he said, running a hand over your thighs.
“…fine.”
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Boyfriend!Art Donaldson Headcanon: Part II
If you missed it, you can read part I right here.
Whenever Art wakes up in the morning and you’re in the shower, he always joins you. Preserve water, and all that.
But if he wakes up before you, he’ll always bring you breakfast in bed. Whether that be room service, or an omelet he made specially for you.
One time he accidentally hit you in the face with a strong serve, and he apologized to you for two years.
Before a big match, you always give him a blowjob because you think it helps loosen him up. He just thinks your lips are good luck.
Despite what transpired in the hotel room the night you two met, he always found himself so nervous around you.
Especially when he ran into you in the lobby the next morning.
You literally had his dick in your mouth not even 12 hours prior, and at the mere sight of you, he instantly felt his mouth dry up, and his hands become clammy.
Didn’t help that at practice later that morning, while he was rallying with Patrick, you appeared in the stands, sipping a smoothie.
He became so transfixed by you, that he missed a serve, and it went flying past his head.
He loves it when you play with his hair while he lays on your chest. He’s fallen asleep a many of times.
He is very ticklish. This was a fact Patrick let you in on, and you ran with it.
You were also stunned to realize how quickly Art gets hard you tickle him.
You once had a pregnancy scare when you both were still at Stanford, and Art sat on your bathroom floor while you took the test, and held your hand as you awaited the results.
“Whatever it is, I’m here, okay? Not going anywhere.”
He may like to lay on your chest, but you will use his ass as a pillow, respectfully.
He has a praise kink.
He once came untouched just by you complimenting him.
“You’re so big… Have I ever told you that before?” You look up at him through your lashes as you stroke his cock. He nods, his neck straining as he watches you. He perches himself up on his elbows to get a better look, and you smile instinctively. “Y’think you can cum just by me telling you how big you are?” His neck falls back as you stroke your thumb over his tip. “How good it feels when you stretch me?”
He loves to leave hickeys on you, especially if he knows Patrick will be around. He has this worry that Patrick, at any given moment, can just swoop you up and steal you away, so the idea of visible markings on you – almost like they’re a claim on you – will be an indication that you are his.
Though Patrick will deny of any swooping, he does enjoy seeing Art get riled up at that conception. And to quote Patrick: “It’s nice to see you lit up about something.”
He always has to be touching you. Whether that be a hand on your knee, fingers in your hair – physical touch is his love language.
He also loves his earlobes bit?
When you’re kissing his neck and you just give it a little nibble, he nearly shudders and pulls you off of him, quickly pushing pants down and bending you over. No time to take everything off – when he needs you, he needs you.
He also loves quickies.
Yeah, he enjoys taking his time with you, but something about having to rush everything, having to push yourselves to that brink as fast as you can, speeds up his adrenaline and he’s always cumming incredibly hard.
And of course the sounds he makes – much like the sounds he makes on the court – are enough to get you there just as quick.
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can I request: Jungkook and YN laying in bed cockwarming while watching a movie and they fall asleep. Jungkook wakes up in the middle of the night and is still inside YN so he wakes her up by sucking her tits and asks her if it's ok to fuck because he is hard
thanksssss💕
5:30 A.M.
a/n: Thank you for the request! It's my first time making smut as such, so I hope it's good enough for your taste ^^.
warnings: Cockwarming, Mazophilia, reader is older than Jungkook by two years, kind of dom!reader and sub!Jungkook but very mild, breeding kink, hair pulling.
wc: 1.8k
"Don't you find it strange that Captain America and Iron man get along so badly? I mean, they both seek the same end, why fight each other when they should be using that strength against villains?" muttered Jungkook, trying to swallow the vulgar amount of popcorn he threw into his mouth.
"They both have the same goal, but at the same time different values, and those same values are what make their relationship so strained" you nodded, taking a sip of your drink, "You know what thing does strike me as odd?".
"What?" your boyfriend's gaze was still fixed on the TV, too focused on watching Iron man and Captain America fight.
"That you asked to be inside me while we watch Captain America: civil war," you laughed softly, turning to look at your boyfriend "Sounds like too weird of a fetish. Tell me the truth, do you have an Iron man fetish or something?".
Jungkook laughed, kissing your cheek and caressing your abdomen with his fingertips. You felt your insides stir inside you.
"Of course not, it's just that I really love being inside you" he murmured, kissing you shortly, "I feel so much closer to you, like we're really one person, you know what I mean?".
You nodded laughing, stroking his jaw, "Sure I do, but it's still weird that you're asking me while we're watching a Marvel movie."
"I'll pick something better next time" he chuckled, snuggling under you. He loved having you in his lap and being able to hug you from behind. "Now let's concentrate on watching Robert Downey Junior fight Chris Evans."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say" you smiled, leaning against his shoulder and watching one of your boyfriend's favorite movies.
You fell asleep shortly after watching the post-credits scene, you had a long day's work, so it was expected that you fell asleep so early. Before going to sleep you asked Jungkook to switch positions and he was quick to agree. He was aware that it was quite uncomfortable for you to sleep sitting up, and since he still didn't want to leave you, you decided to lie down hugging each other, him with his head on your chest and his hands around your waist, you, with one of your hands on his lower back and the other in his hair.
Even though you fell asleep much earlier than Jungkook had planned, he quite enjoyed watching the rest of the movies alone, mostly because it was enough for him that you were lying next to him.
He hadn't planned on disturbing your rest, indeed, he hated to do so because he knew how much the work exhausted you, but there were things he simply couldn't control, like his cock.
If we're honest, it hadn't been his fault as such, but somehow watching Wade and Vanessa's scenes while he was still inside you awakened something inside him. And on the outside, too.
As soon as he felt little spasms in his cock, he turned off the TV and settled back against your chest, closing his eyes and trying to think about anything other than fucking you. It worked a little at first, but then he felt the soft scent of your perfume, your breath against his scalp, the softness of your breasts against his cheek. He actually tried to resist.
He took a breath of air, remembering an old conversation the two of you had at the beginning of your relationship. You had talked about whether you were comfortable with certain things in the sexual realm, among them, having something with one of you asleep. You confessed that you didn't mind as long as you weren't fighting and he told you that he trusted you enough to know that you would take good care of him even if he was sleeping.
You weren't fighting, so he wasn't passing you around, you said yourself that you didn't care.
That was Jungkook repeated himself as he slipped his hand under your shirt, which was actually his, and started massaging your breasts. At first it was just small squeezes, using his whole hand to cover your breast. He licked his lips, looking at your face. You were still asleep.
The squeezes now shifted to your nipples. He rolled, pulled and pinched them, gradually increasing the force on them. He was surprised to notice that you were still sound asleep in spite of that.
He thought that was good, so this time he lifted your shirt until it was under your chin. He swallowed saliva at the sight of your breasts. He seriously loved them, they were so round, nice and big. He brought his mouth up to the point where both breasts met and began to leave little kisses on the spot. His hands were now busy caressing your hips, and his hips were grinding against yours with almost imperceptible movements.
You were still asleep.
When he realized that you wouldn't wake up no matter what he did, he began to lick the skin around your nipples. At first it was just small rubs, but they soon turned into sloppy kisses, sucking your nipples hard as his onslaught became stronger than at first.
It was only then that you opened your eyes.
You were still a little groggy from the nap you had taken, so it took you a while to realize what was happening. You came all the way back after Jungkook hit your G-spot a little too hard.
You moaned much louder than usual, opening your eyes wide.
"Jungkook?" you gasped, clinging to his hair as you felt his cock touch your G-spot again.
"Noona" he whispered, his voice cracking. Now that you were aroused he could afford to lunge harder. "You feel so good, you're so beautiful, so tight."
You weren't understanding the situation very well, but you weren't going to complain either. Jungkook definitely knew how to make a woman feel good.
"I thought I'd have to hold back, I didn't want to wake you up," he murmured, tightening his grip on your hips as his lunges got faster and messier, "I'm glad you woke up."
"Were you holding back?" you chuckled, groaning at the end of the sentence.
Jungkook was big, much bigger than any of your exes were, and even though you'd been together for quite a while now, you couldn't get used to his size and how well he filled you up. That, coupled with how resilient and flexible he was, made him a perfect lover.
Even knowing that, you were still amazed by the fact that Jungkook held back most of the time just so he wouldn't hurt or tease you. It seemed so cute to you.
"Of course I do," he nodded awkwardly, closing his eyes tightly as he licked his bottom lip. He had to let go of your hips and grab hold of the back of your bed in order to continue. It felt even better now that you were awake. He loved hearing your voice. "You looked so tired, but I was so needy" he grunted as he felt you tighten around him, squeezing the backrest until his knuckles turned white, "I thought maybe, if I did it slowly you wouldn't wake up."
You hugged Jungkook's hips with your legs, while your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close until he was close enough to kiss his lips.
You tried to make the kiss slow and deep, but Jungkook seemed so desperate. You moaned as you felt him wrap one of his arms around your waist and lift you off the bed until you felt your chest crush against his. It didn't take him long to slip his tongue into your mouth.
You both broke the kiss when you ran out of air. Jungkook wasted no time, and quickly brought his lips down to your breasts, returning his focus to your nipples and how good it felt the way you squeezed each time he sucked on them hard.
You felt close, and it really was hard not to be when Jungkook was fucking and eating your breasts like it was the last time. You pulled his hair tightly, pulling his neck closer to your mouth, nibbling and sucking every space on his skin that looked too empty.
You smiled as you heard your name leave his lips between gasps.
"Noona" he whispered, letting his head fall on your shoulder, "I need...can I...can I…?".
"You can cum inside" you kissed his head, feeling his cock stir inside you. Each time it felt even bigger, "It's okay, don't worry."
Jungkook sighed in relief, kissing and licking the skin on your shoulder, letting his hips bump against yours.
The sound of his skin against yours was getting louder and messier, as were the moans from both of you.
With his mind too clouded to think clearly, but still quite aware of the situation, Jungkook lowered his hand all the way down, letting his index and ring fingers rub your clit, following the same messy, rapid rhythm his onslaught had.
You clenched your jaw, keeping a loud moan from leaving your lips. Your back curved the moment his fingers touched your sensitive spot.
Suddenly everything he did felt too much for you.
"I don't think I can take much more," he said between grunts, looking at you with dark, clouded eyes.
Seeing your boyfriend's reddened, swollen, glistening lips, his big eyes shining with desire and his messy hair covering his sweaty forehead was enough of a turn-on for you to squeeze his cock even tighter.
He moaned again, but unlike you, he didn't hold it back.
"It's okay, Jungkookie," You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling on it gently, "could you cum for me?" you whispered over his lips, licking the piercing that rested in the corner of it with the tip of your tongue.
Jungkook nodded quickly, letting your pussy milk his cock, and that was enough to cause the knot you felt in your belly to untie. Jungkook didn't stop moving until the last drop of his cum was inside you.
You both took a second before coming down from your euphoria. Jungkook fixed your shirt carefully, leaving a soft kiss on your neck as he finished.
You smiled barely, caressing his cheek with your knuckles, "Aren't you going to get out of my pussy?" you asked teasingly.
Jungkook smiled back, but his smile was much bigger than yours, "No, you feel great."
You laughed helplessly, lowering your hands to his waist so you could pinch it gently.
"Fine, but this time don't do anything, it's..." you looked at the clock on your bedside table, raising your eyebrows as you saw the time, "You seriously woke me up at five thirty in the morning so we could fuck??"
"We better just close our eyes and rest, we'll talk about this tomorrow" he kissed you shortly, before resting his head on your breasts again and settling back to sleep.
You just rolled your eyes in amusement, hugging Jungkook and letting tiredness take power over you again.
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High Lord of Game
Azriel x Reader
Synopsis: Cassian and Azriel use a simple competition to decide who deserves the title of High Lord of Game, but at what cost to you?
Warnings: Light smut, males being males
A/N: I hope you enjoy this, my first fic away from my beloved Shadow and Flame. I described this once as "silly goofy" but I was sleep-deprived and I'm no longer sure if that fits it best. Let me know what you think!
If you would like to be added to a general tag list please let me know as I didn't want to tag those who asked to be tagged on Shadow and Flame because I was unsure if that was just for that series
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“Az, give it over, I am the High Lord of Game”
“Don’t flatter yourself Cass” Azriel shoved his best friend across the path as they walked through the streets of Velaris, Winter coming to a head .
“Rhysand would agree with me”
“Fine, you're the biggest whore” Azriel laughed, Cassian feigning offence, striding toward the city centre.
“I think I should wear the crown of High Lord”
“Do I sense a coup amongst my friends?” Rhysand winnowed in between the two, both laughing at the idea.
“Azriel believes he is High Lord of the Game when we all know it's me” Rhysand rolled his eyes nearly from his head at the prospect.
“Surely I am High Lord, I have a mate, therefore I've won the game” silence followed before both Illyrains locked eyes behind Rhysand, both then shoving him forward laughing.
“Don’t depress us while we have our competition Rhys”
“That's it, a competition! Az, I will choose a female for you to pursue and you for me, that will decide it once and for all” Rhysand shook his head side to side gently, happy to have Feyre but ever so slightly missing his single days, the thought dissolving almost instantly as he saw Feyre come out of her gallery laughing with another Fae.
“It's a deal”
“A deal” the two shook hands, Rhysand rolling his eyes again.
“Right, that female there Cass, off you go” Azriel pointed to a fae he recognised, Cass not taking a second glance overly confident as always. He sauntered over to the fae sipping lemonade at a table outside a cafe.
“Wait isn't that-” Rhysand was cut off by Azriel laughing at Cassian and the Fae. In one swift movement, the female sloshed her full drink up and into Cassian's face before standing and storming off. Both Azriel and Rhysand were doubled over howling as Cassian stomped over soaking wet.
“Unfair, I already slept with her” Cassian scolded his two friends as they tried to gather themselves together again.
“Oh, you think you’re so funny! Fine, fine, Az your challenge is ... .YN” Azriel and Rhysand immediately stopped laughing, looking towards the Fae Feyre had left, smiling to herself, cracking open a book as Feyre winnowed away.
“Cass, give Azriel at least a small bit of a chance”
“Nah, he set me up for failure, his turn” the three stared at you again, flicking through your book.
“Fine, what are the terms?”
“Great, you have until Starfall, that gives you a chance-” Cassian beamed nudging Rhysand “-to bed her and I will crown you High Lord of Game” Azriel took a moment to ponder these words before shaking his wings slightly and striding over in your direction. A little over four months, easy he thought. Azriel hadn’t really ever taken much notice of you before, only hearing of you from Feyre talking about you volunteering with the outreach programmes. He knew she was fond of you but never introduced you to the group, he was unsure why.
“Hello” he gave his best coy smile towards you, no response from you.
“Hello there” he tried again. No response. Azriel looked over his shoulder to where his brothers stood laughing some distance away. He rolled his shoulders back undeterred and cleared his throat, raising his hand slowly to lower your book from your face.
“Hello YN” you threw him a look through your eyelashes, already over the conversation before it began. Azriel nearly forgot why he stood in front of you, captivated by your eyes.
“Yes?” you raised an eyebrow, Azriels throat completely dried out and he began to cough causing you to scoff lightly before passing him the canteen of water you had in your bag, he politely declined.
“I’m Azriel” he managed with no reply from you. Perhaps this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought.
“What are you reading YN?”
“Why does it matter Shadowsinger?” you almost purred sarcastically, tucking the book into your bag.
“Just making conversation” Azriel couldn't help but come off as over it, perhaps this wasn't worth the title he’d win but then you smiled at him and he felt all the tiny hairs on his neck stand with excitement. You stood, throwing your bag across your body.
“Well thanks for the sparkling conversation Shadowsinger” you patted his shoulder pushing past him and back into the street. Azriel turned on his heels to face his smug friends.
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For the next two weeks, Azriel made it his mission to show up wherever you did, trying to play it off as the Gods intervention and not his careful planning and reading of Feyre's planner.
“Are you stalking me, be honest” you whipped around to him one day as you left Rita’s having met Feyre and apparently Azriel, for a drink.
“One date and I'll leave you alone”
“Why?”
“Why not?” you clicked your tongue at him, thinking of the millions of reasons why not and yet you couldn't help but be pulled in his direction, to his magnetic energy.
You agreed and that's when things began to change so rapidly in both of your lives and by the one-month mark you were accompanying him to family dinners and welcomed with such open arms. Azriel had coaxed you out of your self-inflicted solitary confinement but couldn't get you quite to fully engage with his family, still that air of caution lay within you.
At Feyres birthday dinner Azriel felt it was time to be bold. Something about you, the way you smiled, the way you looked at him, he was becoming putty in your hands, hearing you laugh made him never want to hear anything ever again. Azriel sat next to you at that dinner as he did at every other meal with you, the table’s conversation ebbing and flowing around you both as always, happy to just sit in one another's presence. He couldn't help it, time to be brazen he thought.
Azriels hand found its way slowly to the top of your thigh, almost afraid as though his touch would hurt you and you'd shatter in his hands. He quickly removed his hand at the feeling of you tensing next to him, internally reprimanding himself. Azriel felt a smile grow on his face as your hand gently unfurled the fist he had made with his hand and interlocked your fingers with his, all without breaking eye contact with whoever was speaking. You were glowing, Azriel thought.
“I’m sorry to interrupt the party but I must make tracks for home” You gave a smile to the room sometime later, slipping your hand from Azriel again where he instantly missed it.
“I'll walk with you, I could do with the stretch after the meal” You gave a small smile to Azriels words, fetching your jacket. Cassian gave Azriel a coy smirk causing Azriel to send a shadow to knock Cassian's wine into his shirt. You both left River House as Cassian gave out loudly.
You both idly walked down the winding streets of Velaris, entirely comfortable in the silence that surrounded you until you both reached the bottom gate of your small townhouse.
“Well I had a really nice time YN, maybe see you tomorrow” Azriel moved from you, happy to leave it there, not wanting you to feel pushed.
“Wait Az” you reached, catching him by his suit jacket collar, pulling him down to meet your lips. Electricity coursed through Azriel’s veins, electric, he was being electrified by you.
“Well goodbye, see you tomorrow” you pulled suddenly from him, hurried words spoken as you released his collar and moved to run and hide. His turn to catch you by surprise, he almost swept you back to meet his lips again, every nerve buzzing to life, every cell wanting more.
That set off the whirlwind relationship you both deserved. By February you had both learned to trust one another entirely. He confided in you about his difficult childhood and you about your violent tumultuous previous relationship. In three and a half months you both became inseparable, teaching and taunting one another and so entirely happy whilst taking things slow as you worked through your leftover relationship issues.
Azriel sat in the booth with his friends, you working late with Feyre one weekend evening.
“So should we be getting you fitted for a crown yet Az?”
“What are you talking about?” Azriel laughed, Cassian raising an eyebrow, going to explain before you came into the bar with Feyre, instantly joining the friend group, and pulling Azriel to the bar top with you.
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Azriel stood with his brothers in their coordinating gem-tone suits basking in the moonlight of Starfall. You arrived with the rest of the females but Azriel didn’t see any of the others the moment his eyes landed on you. A simple slip dress the silver colour of the very stars that shone above. He found his throat dry out again as it had that very first time he looked into your eyes. You kissed his cheek and smiled, he couldn't quite believe his luck to share this night with you. Azriel took your hand, twirling you while you laughed before escorting you to the dance floor where you stayed for what felt like hours.
Azriel showed you around The House of Wind, arriving at the balcony of his room as the spirits began to transverse the sky above. You both radiated such pure peace as the sky filled with lights, Azriel caught your hand in his, pulling you into his chest. You leaned up kissing him, the sky illuminated. His hands went to your hips as yours went around his shoulders, deepening the kiss further.
“I think I’m in love with you Azriel” you said so quietly separating briefly.
“I know I’m in love with you YN” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before you backed away leading him by the hand back towards his bed. You both kissed there for a moment, growing hungrier and hungrier for one another. Usually, you would have stopped by now, feelings of unresolved trauma in you taking the reins. But not this time.
“Are you okay YN?” you just nodded at him before pulling your slip dress over your head, turning and crawling deeper into the bed, beckoning Azriel with you. He hovered over you, taking you all in, his very own Goddess. He kissed down your neck, checking in with you before removing his own shirt. You traced up the grooves of his abdomen, sending a shiver through his wings as you smiled.
“I wish I could look at you smiling forever”
“Maybe you can” he lowered back down to kiss you at your words.
A screech of rusty hinges being twisted separated you both as the door of Azriels room swung open, a very very drunk Cassian stumbling in. Azriel threw his shirt to cover you, launching himself towards the door.
“Get out Cass!”
“Oh A-zzz I did-n’t know you wer-e in here” he slurred, Azriel catching the door trying to close it in Cassian's face.
“YN- heeeeeey. Oh shit! A-m I interrupting the cr-owning of the High L-ord of Game” a shiver shot down Azriel at these words, he had forgotten. He had totally and utterly forgotten. You pulled your dress back over your head, slipping from the bed almost laughing in confusion.
“What Cassian?”
“It's gonn-a be your weddin-g story! How roman-tic a bet turning in-to lov-e, who’d have though-t it '' The giant Illyrian took another deep sip from his cup, one he definitely didn't need, your laughter coming to a complete halt.
“Get the fuck out of here Cassian!” Azriel gained the upper hand finally slamming the door in his drunk brother's face. He turned to look at you, sheet white like you’d seen a ghost. You took deep measured breaths, trying to prevent full scale hyperventilation.
“YNN”
“Don’t call me that”
“Please listen to me” you were hurriedly searching for your bag, Azriel had his arms out as though he was trying to stop a wild horse.
“Az-Azriel, was there or was there not a competition or bet or what-the-fuck-ever based around our relationship” you stood before him, wild-eyed, begging and wishing and hoping that what came out of his mouth next would make this all go away.
“Yes…it's why I talked to you that first day- but wait please!” You had pushed past him at these words, straight for the bedroom door, needing out.
“-But YN then I fell for you! I forgot about the stupid competition! I swear! I promise, please, I need you” your back was to him as he spoke these words, fist around the door handle.
“What you need Azriel is for someone to build your fragile masculinity and I’m sorry but I am not the Fae for you” you whipped the door open, stepping over a passed out Cassian and running down the hallway from the mess.
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A week had passed, Feyre practically forbidding Azriel from seeing you after hearing of the whole ordeal. Azriel still was yet to speak to Cassian but really his anger was mostly at himself. He completely messed up.
You opened your front door a week after what happened to find Azriel sat at your garden gate. You went to close the door again but he shot towards you.
“Azriel” you glared.
“Please speak to me YN” you sighed, closing the door on him, not ready for it all.
“I'll wait here for you! I’ll wait forever for you” he sat back down on the step and there he stayed for almost 48 hours.
You looked out through your bedroom window at him sitting below in the rain on your doorstep. You sighed before heading down the stairs, opening the door and staring down at the soaked Illyrian.
“Can I please talk to you now?” you sighed at his words, just stepping back from the door beckoning him in. He didn't need to be told twice, darting into your living room. You crossed your arms as you watched him shake the water from his wings.
“I know you probably have questi-”
“Why Azriel? Tell me why! I've been racking my brain for over a week and I can’t figure out why you would do this to me” you raised your voice to him, something you’d never done before to him and it rattled him slightly.
“To build my fragile masculinity” he attempted a joke, gaining a pillow thrown at him by you for him to dodge.
“Okay, because I am a big Illyrian idiot who had no idea how hard I’d fall for you! I had no idea someone like you would fall for me! I completely just lost all sense of judgement! He practically slumped to the floor, tears brimming in his eyes.
“Are you…are you crying?” you moved slowly towards the slumped Shadowsinger.
“Yes! I completely fucked up so bad YN and I am so beyond sorry for even causing you any ounce of pain!”
“Get up off the floor Az, you're destroying your fragile masculinity” you gave a small smile, reaching out your hand and pulling him to his feet. You sat down on your sofa, still holding his hand, nudging your head to the side indicating for him to sit. He then explained the details of the competition at your request.
“I know I am the scum of the earth but I promise I totally forgot about it when I started to get to know you and it was beyond the furthest thing from my mind when we…when last week happened” his voice shook at the end of his tale of betrayal.
“I must be crazy” you shook your head side to side.
“No you’re not YN”
“Yes, I am because I believe you” he met your eyes frantically as you rubbed the back of his hand.
“So you still want to be with me?!”
“Yes, stupidly” you half laughed and he matched you.
“But you or Cassian pull anything even close to this shit again and I'll castrate you both and throw you into the river”
“I'll lend you the blade to do so” Azriel smiled.
“I love you YNN”
“I- I can't say that back right now Az” his heart sank for a moment before he spoke again.
“That’s alright YNN, I love us enough for the both of us anyway” Azriel moved to kiss you in the way he dreamed of since that night.
“Ah ah ah-” you pulled back and shook your finger at him smiling.
“-Back to hand holding Az”
“Okay, great, I can do that” You both sat there for a moment in that familiar comfortable silence you both thought you'd never feel again.
“Okay that’s enough hand-holding,” you said hurriedly, pushing yourself on top of him to straddle his lap as he sat, kissing him deeply.
“Thank the Gods” he laughed into the kiss.
“You wouldn't have lasted with just hand-holding anyways” you nudged him.
“Wanna bet?” he grinned, gaining a hand into the chest again before sharing a searing kiss once again.
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I had an idea earlier about buck x reader, where after buck and the other 2 escaped and left bucky behind in part 9, they stumble upon a house near the forest (after the german kid soliders attacked them).
The reader lives there and she basically helps them hiding for a bit and also returning to the english base. She is against the war (which is the reason she helps them) and maybe a little angst where buck needs to protect her at the base bc she is still a german citizen.
What do you think?
hi! thank you for your request! 💞 honestly, I think it's the first 100% angst piece I have written for Buck because even the ones with sad events that I have posted so far had happy endings... but not this one 😅 since I have already written a similar fic and didn't want to repeat the same ending... I couldn't think of anything else how they could have their happily ever after 😪 I hope you can forgive me 💔
I had to currently close the requests because I got so many so I'm working on them atm 🙏🏻
In the heart of the enemy’s territory, he felt like a chased wild animal. Even though he was still human enough not to pull a trigger at a brainwashed German kid, Buck Cleven felt like a prey with nothing but survival on his mind. The forest was dark, muddy and unfriendly. A never ending maze with predators hiding all around. A thought of his dead friend and a thought of Bucky left behind were what kept him sane. The sun was going down slowly and he had no idea where to go. His other friend, Bill, was right behind him.
“Buck,” he hissed and waved his hand to make them both freeze in place. “There’s a house,” he pointed at the dark and old building by the country road behind the trees. “We’re close to town.”
“The lights are off. Maybe it’s inhabited,” Buck pointed out. “If it’s the case, we can find some supplies there.”
“Shall I go and check?” Bill asked.
“No, I will go,” Buck nodded and clutched on the gun in his hand hidden under the coat.
He walked carefully and slowly, making sure not to make too much noise, with his back hunched and breath steady. His blue eyes scanned the garden behind the house. It had herbs growing there but it was messy and the windows were dirty. Everything looked as if it was abandoned.
Encouraged by the looks of it, Buck walked to the front of the house and tried to push the door open but they were locked. However, the door was wooden and old, all it took was another, stronger push to open them wide with a loud squeak that made him wince.
He waited for a while to make sure there were no footsteps approaching him but when he heard nothing but silence, he entered the house and walked around curiously as the last rays of the sun going down lit the walls and the pictures hung on them. There were mostly family portraits and religious images – everything cosy and very cottage-like. There was only one portrait of a young soldier in a Wehrmacht uniform but his face was so friendly and sad that Buck didn’t even feel any hatred looking at it.
Focused on the picture, he lost his focus for a while. And then he heard a small noise and turned around with widened eyes as he spotted a young, scared woman in the corner of the room. She had a gun, too. Her hands were shaking and her pupils were huge out of fear but she was pointing the gun at him. He didn’t know if he should raise his hands and give up or point the gun at her in return – it was very doubtful she would actually pull the trigger.
He trusted no one. When he took a small step ahead to test her, she startled but she didn’t unload the pistol. So he pointed his own weapon at her and in that moment she dropped her gun and lifted her hands up while sobbing.
“P-Please, no,” she pleaded in English. “Please, don’t kill me,” her whispers were broken and shaky and Buck felt bad for her. Did she live in that house?
“Do you live here alone?” He asked, trying not to sound too nice. She nodded. “How so?”
“I lived here with my brother and my papa,” she explained and pointed her finger at the portrait on the wall carefully. “They took my brother away. In the beginning of the war. He didn’t come back. My papa, he was old now. But they took him too a few weeks ago. Because they need more men,” she was looking for the right words with her limited vocabulary.
“How do you know English?” Buck raised an eyebrow at her.
“Papa taught us. He was a soldier in the last war. He met the English and the Americans. He was a captive,” she explained and sniffled her tears. “Please, don’t kill me,” she begged once more and Buck felt stupid for still pointing his gun at her. He lowered his hand and she sighed out of relief.
“Do you need help?” He asked. Something about her and the state of this house made him forget about his own tragic situation at the moment. She was a young woman left alone in the middle of nowhere in a country that was on the verge of losing the war. It was not safe for her and she looked weakened as if she had not had any proper meal in a long while.
“Do you?” She asked.
“Me and my friend… He’s inside the forest… We ran away from the camp, too. We are American pilots. We need to get to the American soldiers. Do you know where we can find them?” Buck asked.
“They are in town,” the girl nodded. “I can take you to them tomorrow,” she offered.
“Why not now?”
“Because it’s dark already. And you need rest,” she pointed out. Buck squinted his eyes at her. “I don’t have a phone here. And German police are not here anymore. You are safe,” she assured him. “Tell your friend to come here,” the girl crouched down and picked up her gun again. Buck clutched on his but she hid hers into the pocket of her patched dress. “It’s not loaded,” she revealed to him with a sad smile. “I lost all my bullets two weeks ago when a few strange men came here and I had to scare them off.”
Buck nodded and slowly walked out of the house. He still was not sure if she was trustworthy but he craved nothing but rest. He came back for Bill and told him about the situation they had found themselves in.
“I’m not sure, Buck,” he shook his head. “Listen, what if I go there and scare her, steal some food and we run to that town on our own?” He proposed.
Buck understood where his friend was coming from. And he did not judge him. However, he did not agree to his plan.
“No,” he only said. “It’s just a girl.”
“They’re all just girls and boys. Like the kids back there in the forest,” Bill reminded him.
“I know. But she’s not like them.”
“How do you know that?” Bill requested an explanation.
“I just know,” was all Buck could say as he nodded at his friend to follow him.
Reluctantly, Bill went to the house after Buck. The girl was sitting by the round kitchen table and lighting a few candles. She looked up, giving them a doe-eyed look.
“I don’t have electricity here anymore,” she confessed. “But the candles are fine,” she added. “Here, I collected some of my brother’s and papa’s clothes for you to change. When I take you to town tomorrow, I don’t want anyone to know who you are. In the forest… There are a lot of people you can’t trust,” she explained.
“And you?” Bill asked, still not convinced. “Why can we trust you?”
“You have to,” she looked at him and then she turned around to point at the kitchen cabinet. “I don’t have much food left. And the fridge doesn’t work without electricity. I have some cans and a few wild berries I picked in the forest. Some cheese they gave me in town out of mercy.”
“We don’t want to eat your food,” Buck assured her. “Only a little bit.”
“I’m hungry,” Bill added and Buck shot him an unpleasant glance.
“So is she. And the food is hers. She doesn’t have to help us, you know?”
Bill went silent and took a pile of clothes to the living room where he began to change. Buck was left alone with the girl in the kitchen. She was looking down nervously, focusing on his hands to avoid his eyes.
“And what is your name?” He asked her out of courtesy.
“It’s (Y/N),” she whispered. “And yours?”
“I’m Major Gale Cleven,” he reached his hand out and she hesitantly shook it. She also dared to look up and meet his gaze. Buck felt his heart skipping a beat at the sight of how sad and broken those young eyes were.
Back where he was from, young girls were not affected by the war like this. Sure, they were worried about their husbands, fathers and brothers. But they were still drinking coke, danced at the parties, whined at the shortage of nylon and drew the lines on their calves to imitate the tights. They were slowly getting used to wearing jeans as they overtook the factories, they were poster girls and had their hair done up in victory rolls. They were marking the letters with red and pink lipsticks and perfumes. And this young girl in front of him already had the eyes of a very old and wise woman. It shouldn’t be like this.
“Major Gale Cleven,” she repeated. “Sounds like from a movie.”
He was just Buck. Nothing special at all. He was not even from Hollywood or New York. But to her he was already unrealistic enough. She batted her eyelashes and looked away, shyly.
“Not really,” Buck tried to convince her and she gave him a sad smile.
Bill came back in new clothes. It was Buck’s turn now but he was afraid of leaving (Y/N) alone with his friend, so he kept staring at them awkwardly.
“Go,” Bill rolled his eyes. “I won’t hurt her,” he promised.
So Buck grabbed a pile of clothes preparead for him and went to the living room to change as fast as possible. When he came back to the kitchen, Bill was already eating some canned food with a slice of cheese and a few wild berries. A similar meal was waiting for Buck, too. (Y/N) was sitting by the table but she had no food in front of her.
“And you?” He asked her as he sat down.
“I already ate,” she told him but he had a feeling she lied so he pretended to be full already after eating a half of the plate. He offered her the rest and she eagerly took it from him as her eyes sparkled. It was probably her first “proper” meal on that day.
After they ate, (Y/N) showed them to their rooms. One belonged to her father and it was downstairs. Upstairs there were two tiny bedrooms. One was hers and one was her brother’s. She wanted Buck to sleep in it. She didn’t have to say it out loud but he knew that she trusted him more than she trusted his friend. Bill was not complaining because the room downstairs was bigger and had a nicer bed.
When Bill was already in the bedroom given to him, (Y/N) was helping Buck to put the sheets on. He was insisting there was no need but she tried her best to be a good host even in such gruesome circumstances.
“When I do this… It’s a bit like… It’s still normal, you know?” She tried to explain the best she could. He nodded at her. He understood. “There you go,” she fixed the sheets for the last time and looked down proudly at the made up bed.
“Thank you,” Buck nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at the poster on her brother’s wall. It was very old and the colours were faded away now but he could recognise it. It was a movie poster of Charlie Chaplin’s movie City Lights.
“My brother liked Charlie Chaplin,” (Y/N) smiled. “And the films. Especially American ones. He didn’t get to see many but he liked the posters,” she explained. “When he was able to see a film, he would come back home and tell me everything about it.”
“I hope he’s alright,” Buck tried to cheer her up.
“He died,” she explained and he felt a stinging pain in his heart.
“You only said he hadn’t come back…”
“They sent us a medal and all. He’s dead,” she explained. “But papa threw the medal away. It’s in the river now.”
“Why?”
“Because he didn’t like Hitler. And my brother didn’t like him either,” she nodded. “I wish he was here, my brother. He would like you,” she added before finally approaching the door to leave him alone for the night. “Good night,” she walked away and closed the door quietly.
Buck was exhausted but he couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. What would happen tomorrow? She would take them to town, drop them off with the Americans and then what? She would just go back here? To that awful house in the middle of nowhere where she was starving and not safe? He hated to even think of such a possibility.
The walk to town was stressful and everyone kept giving them funny and suspicious looks. However, (Y/N)’s poker face and determination managed to take them to the town centre safely. It looked awful and empty – like a ghost town. She pointed at one of the soldiers patrolling the street and told them he was an American.
“Go to him,” she only said and turned around to walk away but Buck grabbed her by the sleeve of her coat and Bill hissed at him. Buck didn’t listen to that.
“What about you?” Buck asked her and her eyes widened.
“What do you mean? I don’t want him to see me,” she explained.
“You’re just going back home now?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“No,” Buck shook his head. “You’re coming with us.”
“What are you doing, Gale?” Bill asked, irritated.
“She deserves a warm meal at least,” Buck insisted and kept a tight grip on (Y/N)’s sleeve as they all approached the suspicious soldier.
They lifted their hands up and explained who they were. Their accents and believable numbers of their units made the patrolling soldier less hostile. But then he laid his eyes on the girl.
“And her?” He asked.
“She’s with us. She helped us,” Buck told him.
“I know her. She lives in this town,” the soldier squinted his eyes at (Y/N) and she took a deep breath in. “She’s German.”
“Yes, she helped us last night. We wouldn’t be here if it was not for her,” Buck repeated. “Listen, I just want her to eat something warm, alright?”
The soldier called for a few other men who came quickly after and had a short and quiet discussion. Eventually they nodded their heads at them and led them inside of a building full of soldiers. They all looked up curiously and suspiciously.
Bill left Buck’s side quickly to talk to the men stationed there. But Buck didn’t leave (Y/N)’s side as he felt he had to look after her in this place. They were given a proper, warm meal and they sat by the table in the corner. She was eating fast and with shaky hands like a starving child given food after a long while. Buck’s heart broke and he reached his hand out to hold one of her cold ones. She looked up, scared, and he smiled softly.
“Slow down,” he only whispered.
“The women here are nothing special,” one of the men sitting by the table nearby commented. “You should have seen the French ones,” he whistled.
Buck didn’t react to that as his jaw clenched. (Y/N) ignored that comment, too, but her eyes were saddened.
When she was done with her meal, Buck approached the man in charge of the unit and asked if they could give her a few cans of food and some other supplies. The man did not want to agree.
“We’re short on them ourselves, Major Cleven,” he explained.
“Yes, sir, I understand, sir. But she lives alone in the middle of nowhere. Her brother is dead, her father most likely, too. She helped us. She’s a good woman, sir,” Buck tried to convince him.
“There is no doubt about that, son. I’m sorry. She’s not the first and not the last good woman suffering in this war.”
Buck felt defeated and helpless when he approached (Y/N) who was already preparing to leave.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t convince him to give you supplies,” he admitted, ashamed of himself.
“It’s fine. I’ll be fine,” she tried to assure him and squeezed his arm. “You’re a good man,” she added. “Thank you for the meal… And the kindness.”
“I should be the one thanking you more,” he couldn’t help himself and he fixed her ruffled hair. Everything about her was screaming inside of him to help her, to take care of her. But he couldn’t and it was killing him. “I will never forget you, German girl.”
“And I will never forget you, Major Cleven,” she smiled and he could only watch her walk away, approaching the small road leading back to the forest.
If Bill hadn’t been there with him, he would have started thinking that she was nothing but a forest fairy he had imagined. After all he was in a land of fairytales.
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STORY OF US | CH. 2 - RISKS
PAIRING: DI! Leon Kennedy x fem! reader
SYNOPSIS: A normal Friday night out for drinks with your mentor. What could possibly go wrong?
CONTENT/WARNINGS: MDNI/18+. Canon-adjacent. DSO Mentor/mentee dynamic. Forbidden work relationship. Age gap (Leon is 38, reader is 25). Reader has their own background & lore. Leon & reader have an established working relationship of 4 years (nothing was done until later). Eventual smut. Drinking. Flirting. Smooching. (Sorry to the French, you got lashings from me oops).
WC: 5.8K
A/N: This chapter was a pain to write, but I'm just glad it's done. Had to reupload it because Tumblr is stupid. Thank you to @notrattus for beta-reading this again, hugs and kisses. As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
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Dim lighting and mellow music surround you in the local bar downtown. It was a place you often frequented after work, along with other D.S.O. agents from time to time. The space was quaint, the drinks were cheap, and the additional comfort of coming with a familiar face made the night easygoing. You noticed the group of rookie agents that crowded the pooltable towards the back of the bar, their boisterous laughter filled the room with a lively energy that was desperately needed after today’s events.
“Seems like they’re having fun,” you muttered under your breath, sipping away at your second bottle of beer. Leon sat next to you, glancing over his shoulder to peek at the group of agents off to the side, most of them acting like they didn’t have a care in the world.
“Some of them are being too friendly with each other, don’t you think?” He gestured his head towards the opposite side of the room, lining his lips with his bottle of non-alcoholic beer.
“Now you know that’s none of our business. They’ll go home, forget what happened, and fight two days later. Let them have their fun while they can,” you said with a breathy laugh, Leon following you after.
Seeing the young rookies messing around brought a feeling of envy, silently wishing you had that experience. The ability to explore and socialize with others was a privilege you didn’t have when you were younger, a result of both your sheltered childhood and the premature start of your career in government service. It wasn’t in the cards for you, deemed “off limits” the moment you were put into federal custody as a teenager, and later extended once you were Leon’s responsibility.
In this life, you had limited opportunities to think of anything other than work, so whenever there was a breakthrough, you held on to it tightly until you had a chance to break free. Leon eyed you quietly as you sat deep in thought, having half a mind to figure out what you were contemplating.
“Wish you could join in, huh?” He asked curiously.
“Nah, that ship has sailed long ago,” you shrugged, motioning to the bartender that you were ready for another drink.
Already down two beers, you craved something stronger, ordering a whiskey on the rocks, Johnnie Walker Black. You watched as the bartender poured the amber liquid into a glass, handing it to you with a wink before tending to the other patrons waiting for service. Bringing the cup to your mouth, you took a light sip of the drink, humming at the silky taste of malt with notes of vanilla and honey gracing your tongue. Like a portal back in time, you were 22 again with your mentor giving you a lesson in “real drinking”, his voice ringing in your head as he introduced you to one of your vices.
“This is a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black. If you want something cheap and smooth that does the job, this will do it. You won’t find a bar that doesn’t have this on hand, and if they don’t move, to another.”
“I’ve been out with you enough times that I got used to the calm nights. Rowdy stuff isn’t for me anymore. Sometimes though, I catch myself thinking about it all, the what ifs, not that it matters really,” you swallowed another sip along with your pride. Being sheltered from the outside world meant sacrificing life experiences you believed you were deserving of, including relationships and dating. It was the price you had to pay for being the D.S.O’s prodigy.
“You’re telling me they kept you cooped up for so long you didn’t have time for anything? Not even dating?” Leon wondered, recalling when he first received your file in his hand, how much you resembled a government lapdog more than he ever did.
“Relationships are kind of hard to maintain when you look and act like you’ll rip someone’s head off any moment." Chuckling bitterly at the question, you looked directly into your glass and swirled the liquid around absentmindedly, the soft clinks of the ice cubes pulling you into a trance.
“Not something that’s been on my priority list. Gotta stay focused on the job, on getting things done. You know better than anyone that relationships are a distraction at most, a big liability.” You met Leon’s eyes for a second and returned to pick at the polished wooden countertop of the bar.
Truthfully, you were reiterating things that have been drilled into your head for as long as you could remember. It was how you adapted to manage the world around you. Remaining focused on your role and position, never venturing off too far from the norm, always following the grain. That was what you knew. It made sense, committing yourself to your duty and leaving little room for anything else in your life was what the D.S.O demanded of you, to keep you rooted in the status quo they’ve built centered around their goals for the organization.
Deep down, you wanted an intimate bond but felt too intimidated to get into one. You wished to feel another body’s warmth but were deemed too closed off to experience it. You wanted to feel the touch of another person beyond obligation but assumed it wasn’t worth your attention. You believed that you couldn’t want more because you were never given a chance to explore it. That may have been something you wanted, but it was easier to shut the idea out and pretend not to care about the emptiness you felt in your chest.
Leon knew what that felt like, that mentality had been his truth for so long that he thought he was a lost cause.
“It doesn’t have to be like that, not forever anyway,” he told you, trying to lift your spirits despite knowing there was some truth to what you confessed.
“You’re talking to someone that has been in a legal guardianship for years. Trust me, I don’t have the luxury of keeping relationships like that,” you stated, glimpsing again toward the newbies to see some of them kissing and placing bets, cheering loudly with drinks in their hands. You blocked out the noise, swallowing the rest of your liquor in one gulp, hissing at the slight burn of the whiskey going down your throat.
“It’s fine either way, not necessarily a bad thing in my eyes. Just how it is.” You called for the bartender again, getting another refill on your drink. In the back of his mind, Leon was probably growing worried, but he knew better than to tell you how to enjoy your night. This will be your last one, keeping your promise of lightening up on the alcohol tonight.
Witnessing the rookies socialize was a painful reminder of what you could never have. It bothered you, and while you kept it to yourself, Leon caught on to your train of thought. The years that you lost to your job made it difficult to look forward to anything beyond fighting bioweapons, if you managed to live long enough to get a different outcome. The flings you did partake in were enough to release some physical tension and keep you busy, but they were nothing substantial or worth remembering.
“That’s how you put yourself in this mindset. You believe that it’s how it needs to be, not realizing that it doesn’t have to be like that at all,” Leon replied, wanting you to understand that you deserved more, even if he doesn’t think the same for himself.
“Really? Then tell me Mr. Casanova, why haven’t you settled down yet?” You asked him now, the alcohol kicking into your system and clearing any filter you had, which was already zero to none.
You knew he meant well, he always did, but flipping the inquiry back to him was a way to deflect and change the subject. You didn’t want to be the center of attention, much less your love life to be the main topic of the conversation, this way it was easier to run from the truth.
“How come I never see you with someone? You are reaching that age,” you squinted in his direction.
“Are you calling me old?” Leon scoffed at what you were implying.
“Nope, just saying you’re reaching settling down on a ranch with 3 kids and a dog age. No biggy.” You threw your hands up in fake innocence, lips curling into a grin.
“Hmmm, a ranch doesn’t sound too bad…” His expression matched your own, giving you a glance out of the corner of his eye to catch the way yours rolled back.
“Yeah yeah, can you focus back on my question now?” You lightly shoved him on the arm.
“I just never found someone I wanted to date, someone who shares my interests, who can be by my side through thick and thin. Someone I can call my best friend and partner. That’s why. Oh, and there is the fact that the D.S.O keeps me busy so I’m too preoccupied saving the world and what-not,” he finishes his speech with another sip of his non-booze.
“Oh, you want the whole package? Mr. Kennedy with his set list of qualifications. I didn’t expect anything less from you,” you snickered at him, drinking more of your whiskey in the process.
“You may be busy but that doesn’t mean you don’t fool around no? Cmon, you can tell me. I’m a big girl, I can handle the drama,” poking at him for fun, you grew curious to know more about Leon’s love life if he had one. The conversation started to flow better, on par with the alcohol that coursed through your veins.
“Maybe,” Leon didn’t react much to you, casually nursing his bottle with a smug smile. He was having fun watching how you behaved when you were on the brink of being tipsy, gasping out in playful shock at his confession. After all, toying with you was one of his favorite pastimes.
“Are you fucking serious? This feels scandalous.” Dramatic in your response, you smacked Leon’s arm as you couldn’t wipe the smirk off of your face.
“Never would’ve anticipated that from you. You don’t give me those vibes.” You joked more with him, not taking his reply seriously considering it was something so farfetched you didn’t see it as reality. Your mentor and your friend, sleeping around, who would’ve thought? Well, many would have, he was a grown man who had free will.
“Maybe you should’ve,” he said, his face lighting up at the banter. “You don’t think I need a little fun in my life now and then? I have needs too,” he teased you back, finding your lack of ability to believe him amusing.
“Frankly, I thought you didn’t have it in you to speak to women in the first place. Now I’ve been proven wrong. I’ve known you for 4 damn years and I’m just now figuring this out? Unbelievable.” Dumbfounded at this new revelation, you shook your head with another chuckle.
“But hey, I don’t blame you. You get yours, at least someone has to," finishing your whiskey, you tapped your nails alongside the glass. You were given the chance to see two sides of Leon that were usually hidden from most people, his professional side that was more reserved, and this friendly side that was only accessible to those very close to him, you being one of them.
“And who’s to say that you haven’t done anything either?” His grin widened more, not needing much to know that you had your fair share of fun over the past couple of years, but that was merely speculation.
“Now you’re trying to flip the script on me? That’s mean,” catching on to his tricks, the conversation began to deviate into unfamiliar territory.
“Besides, that’s for me to know and for you to never find out,” you turned to face him completely with a playful pitch in your voice.
Leon observed you, fully taking you in, and for the second time since he’d met you, he really saw you. The way your silhouette curved as you leaned into the bar, your arm bending at the elbow to prop your head up and look at him with a mischievous smirk on your face, and your eyes. God your eyes. Just the slightest bit hazy as you hit the precipice of being inebriated, focused only on him.
You looked pretty.
The thought came into his head one second and out the next, instantly taking a larger sip of his lukewarm beverage to wash it down and tuck it into the recesses of his mind where it was safe. He wished he could drink something stronger, but non-alcoholic beer will have to suffice for now.
“Oh really? Are you hiding something from me? You have that twinkle in your eye,” he didn’t mean for it to come off as flirty, but if you were paying enough attention you would’ve caught it anyway. You did.
“I don’t know, am I? You tell me, Leon,” you contested as if this were some sort of game, reciprocating his prior tone. The energy between the two of you was shifting into something new, something unfamiliar.
Messing around with other D.S.O. agents was almost frowned upon, but that didn’t mean it never happened, nor did the rules stop anyone from breaking them in the first place. Neither of you ever flirted with each other before, didn’t even remotely think about it when you were in the same room together. The relationship you had was strictly professional and platonic, a bond that took years of trust to develop. Yet all of a sudden, it felt like you were both charting into the unknown.
Leon raised an eyebrow at you, not believing what he was hearing for a moment. His head tilted to the side as he analyzed your expressions, trying to get a read on you and predict where your head was at.
“You are, aren’t you?” His gaze flicked over your figure for the faintest second before focusing on your face again. You caught that too.
Leon was older than you, with more experience under his belt than most of his peers. He was your supervisor, your teacher, and someone who has been taking care of you, making sure you made it out of every mission alive and in one piece. He shouldn’t be entertaining this, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop. It felt exciting, something he never thought he would even consider.
“Maybe,” you mimicked his earlier comeback, mirroring the tilt of his head. You stared at him, no doubt noticing the curiosity in his eyes and how he was left wondering for more. He always saw you as someone he admired, someone he trusted and could work well with. Now? The lines that were put in place to pre-define your role in his life never looked so gray.
“I said I don’t do relationships. That doesn’t mean I don’t do other things.” Your words grew more suggestive as the exchange progressed, the tension becoming palpable between the two of you for the very first time.
“What other things do you do?” Leon didn’t even try to suppress his interest, wanting an answer to something he shouldn’t be concerned with. He’s considered it way back when, thought about how you engaged with other agents in the D.S.O., if you allowed them to get close enough. Whether it was in a professional manner or more, that was for him to figure out.
“I think you know Leon,” you toyed with him, unintentionally seducing him and leaving much to the imagination. You were enjoying this, and you knew you shouldn’t be. Messing around with your mentor and friend of all people? Sure, it might bite you in the ass later on, but you didn’t want it to end.
“What? Did you think I was a saint?” You asked him then, the rhetorical question throwing Leon in for a loop.
Were you a saint? He found himself genuinely thinking about it, sitting in silence and letting your words hang in the air. His mind went blank, at least in terms of dialogue, but internally he was fighting every sudden urge to picture you in a completely different light. He was reading your body language, your personal morse code, a language he’s studied for years now left him in the dark for misinterpretation. His resolve was cracking, and his growing attraction to you filled his body with an electric rush he couldn’t brush off.
It scared the shit out of him.
“No…” Leon replied, not knowing why that was what slipped out of his mouth but it was the first thing that came to mind.
“So I’m not a saint?” Another hypothetical question, the truth is you were far from that. In your youth, you used to be a fairly reckless person, getting around without caring much about the consequences of your actions. It was the only thing you felt you had control over, so in an act of rebellion, you indulged in it whenever you could. As you got older, your antics diminished, when really, you just got more selective about who you picked for a good time.
“Then what am I?” You challenged him, leaning a bit closer with this tantalizing energy that was never directed towards Leon up until this point. He’s seen you use your sweet talking for missions where you were undercover in rare instances, considering you didn’t enjoy flirting for the sake of getting information. He wondered about what the men who have been in his place must’ve thought of you, if their perception matched his.
You didn’t know if you were being intentional with your flirting or if you were simply bored and riding the current wave of entertainment. This was fun to you, a game of sorts, but it was bad enough that you liked this. Openly flirting with your mentor who was 13 years your senior shouldn’t make you feel this buzzed, and yet the guilt seemed to be the last of your concerns.
Your words were the equivalent of pouring gasoline on a small flame that had just begun. Everything in you was enticing, and Leon felt heat rising in his whole being, a reaction he hadn’t felt in a while, a feeling he thought was long gone.
“Definitely not a saint,” he expressed with another airy chuckle. You were taunting him, and he was having trouble coming to terms with the fact that he was falling for it.
You decided to back off after that, now both at a standstill and staring at each other rather intensely. There was an unspoken tension between you, the air thick with desire and want, something that neither of you should feel for each other. You could blame it on the alcohol, or on the fact that it’s been a while since you did anything intimate with another person. But at the moment, flirting with the man in front of you was like taking a bite out of a forbidden fruit. Humming at his comment, you pulled away.
“Perhaps you’re right,” you sounded nonchalant, thinking it was best to call it a night instead of feeding into whatever this was.
“I think that’s enough drinking for me. Do you want to give me a ride home? Considering you’re the sober one here.” It was another regular thing he did to ease his mind, ensuring you got home safely after a night out. Currently, it felt like another excuse to be near him for longer than you should be.
Leon’s face felt hot when you pulled away from him. What the hell was he doing? He had a moment of clarity and he knew this was a mistake. It was too late to do anything now because a seed had been planted despite neither of you wanting to acknowledge it.
“Yeah, I’ll give you a ride home.” He took the first step and paid the tab, walking out of the bar with you behind him. His hand itched to hold yours, but he kept that to himself as the two of you trekked into the night and towards his parked jeep.
The drive back to your place was quiet as a gentle numbness washed over you from your copious drinking, leaning into the passenger’s seat to watch the city landscape of D.C. pass by through the window. The attraction you felt towards Leon was still there, bubbling alongside the beating in your chest like a drum, but you knew opening Pandora’s box would lead to unwanted destruction. It was safer to not address it, to bury it so far into the ground it could never be recovered again. As you pulled into the driveway of your apartment building, Leon put the Jeep in park, stopping in the front.
“Thank you for the ride and the drinks. I needed it after today,” the softness in your features returned as the corner of your lips turned upwards.
“It’s no problem,” Leon returned your smile. He hadn’t felt this way in a while, especially not towards you. He probably shouldn’t have said the next thing he blurted out, but he took a chance and threw caution to the wind.
“You know, you can invite me up if you want.” He wasn’t expecting you to accept, internally cringing and preparing to recoil from shooting himself in the foot.
“Invite you up for what? Coffee?” You read between the lines to understand his intentions. Despite the nagging voice you heard screaming out yes, the voice of reason was playing tug of war with the little devil on your shoulder. “Are you hearing yourself right now?”
Leon was nervous. His heart was racing, the ignored sense of responsibility started to creep up on him no matter how hard he suppressed it. You were tipsy, and you two were not close enough to start that kind of relationship.
Or were you?
“Yeah, coffee?” He sported the faintest smirk he could muster. He didn’t know where his head was at or going for that matter, a battlefield with rationality and impulsivity grappling for control.
If you squint hard enough, you’d spot the apprehension in Leon’s eyes, paired with the subdued longing hidden in his blue irises. You knew better than to say yes, but the alcohol in your system clouded your judgment.
“Fine, coffee. But you’re only having one cup, you take enough as it is.”
Stepping out of his car and walking ahead of him, Leon’s presence loomed behind you, like a shadow you couldn’t escape from. This was nothing new, he’s been in your apartment a few times, the same way you’ve been in his for brief moments. The motives for doing so varied; more intensive mission debriefs, wellness checks, grocery drop-offs, and mostly to steal more coffee.
The circumstances of having him come over this time were fairly different, you both felt it. But you remained colleagues and close friends, nothing more. As you unlocked the front door, you tossed the keys in the console table at the entryway and moved into the kitchen, putting some much needed distance between you and Leon.
“What flavor of coffee do you want? I have hazelnut, caramel, toffee nut, you name it.” You listed out his options to him, watching him from the corner of your eye as he leaned against a kitchen counter not too far from you.
“I’ll take hazelnut,” he ordered, observing you as you busied yourself with making the drinks. It felt selfish, raking his greedy eyes over you like you were his for the taking. It was as subtle as it could be, and he was aware being here in the first place was enough to constitute a bad idea. Since he was already in your apartment, he might as well indulge.
“Where do you think the mission is taking place? I wonder what European country got on the D.S.O.'s radar this time.” Your voice broke the awkward silence in the kitchen, not wanting to deal with the stillness. In spite of being calm, your skin felt feverish, focused on the coffee that started to brew into the pot.
Leon remained quiet. At first, it was just his sight wandering over your body in full attention. Then it was his thoughts, visualizing things he shouldn’t, things about you. And now, it was how he was feeling, a craving for you that was gnawing at him with every passing second. He cleared his throat and forced himself to shift gears to find a suitable answer to your question.
“I don’t know honestly, probably some northern European country.” He hoped his answer would suffice, coming up with it off the top of his head.
“Well, I just hope it isn’t France. God knows it’s always something about the damn French getting their noses into something.” You kept the conversation going while your mind raced. You were never like this, especially not near Leon. Anxious and scared weren’t part of your character, rather you were confident to the point of bordering on arrogant and cocky.
You were out of your element.
Once the coffee was done brewing, you handed Leon a mug, pivoting to face him for the first time in the past 10 minutes.
“Are you trying to say that French people tend to be nosey?” Leon was sarcastic as he spoke, but it seemed to work in his favor. The shift in humor brought your relationship dynamic back to normal, at least for the time being. You two were back to what you have always been, friends and colleagues. Friends and colleagues…friends and colleagues. Those words ran through his head like a mantra. It was a last-ditch effort to repress the silly crush he’d been harboring for a while, and now it felt all too real.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” You sipped your coffee, slanting off a counter opposite to Leon, close enough to face him with adequate space to maintain your boundaries. It felt normal between you, as friends and partners. And in the gaps of your sanity, you imagined being with Leon in a way that was far from friendly. You took another larger gulp of coffee, the buzz from the caffeine waking you up and you hoped it would bring you to your senses.
“That was probably a bad French joke,” you mumbled after some time. Comedy was never your strongest suit, that was more of Leon’s thing.
“I’m sure the French wouldn’t appreciate being mocked, they don’t take kindly to that sort of thing,” he finished his coffee and placed the mug down on the countertop.
“I’m sure they’d cut my head off, but you can’t say I’m wrong.” You were also running on empty, taking both cups to wash them in the sink and place them in the dish rack.
“I’m tired now,” Leon declared, the atmosphere had calmed, and the prior interactions in the bar were long forgotten.
“You’re tired? The coffee didn’t do its job?” You glared at him with a credulous look, arms crossing over your chest.
“Maybe you should go home, get some rest, and enjoy the weekend,” you suggested, not wanting him to leave just yet, to relish what was left of the moment and escape reality.
“The coffee did its job. I’m just tired, been a long day.” He stood up straight from the counter, reading the room and recognizing it was his time to leave. “Talk to you on Monday then?”
“Yeah, talk to you Monday.” You confirmed with Leon, catching the way he looked at you a few seconds longer than expected.
You counted every step he took toward your apartment door, the back of his head disappearing as he went into the entryway. It was impulsive, it was stupid, probably the dumbest thing you’ve ever thought of doing in your 25 years of living. But right now, you could give less of a shit about morality and commitments.
“Leon…” You called out to him, your feet moving before you could stop them. He had one hand on the door handle, just about to open it when he stopped in his tracks at the sound of your voice.
Bringing your face closer to Leon’s, you placed a light kiss on his lips, one that was short and sweet, just enough to test your wavering limits. You did it without thinking, without knowing if it would ruin your friendship, but you threw reason completely out of the window. Once the kiss happened, Leon was taken aback by it. He stood rigid, short-circuiting at the brief feel of your soft mouth against his.
He wanted more. He needed more.
“I shouldn’t have…” He heard you starting to talk, ending your worries right then and there with a hand on your waist and meshing his lips with yours without a second thought. You reciprocated the next instance, your hands curling into the material of his leather jacket, bringing him closer than he’d ever been.
“This is so stupid,” you murmured, kissing him again as if you couldn’t get enough. You tasted the sweetness of the hazelnut coffee he just drank, the coffee you made him in your apartment. You longed for more of his touch, craved it, could drown in it for all you cared. “Please tell me I’m stupid.”
“You’re stupid,” he said in between kisses, igniting the new flame of passion in your foyer. A thrill of pleasure ran through him, wrapping a thick arm around your body to press you into him, standing chest to chest. “I’m stupid too,” he mumbled, his voice a little muffled, moving one of his hands to hold your soe jaw in place, not wanting to part from you.
“So damn stupid,” you kept trying to talk to him, getting lost in the feeling of his plush mouth moving over yours in a succinct rhythm. You shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be kissing your mentor and your friend, shouldn’t be kissing someone that had so many years accounted for in both age and life experience.
How could something so wrong feel so good?
“We shouldn’t be doing this…” Your defenses crumbled with every press of his mouth, moving back a step as Leon pinned you against the wall. His hips rubbed into yours as he held you in place with a hand on your hip, a low groan escaping him at the contact.
“I know,” he whispered to you. He wasn’t listening to you, wasn’t listening to logic that was usually found in his level-headed psyche. He was hearing what he wanted to hear, the voices that told him to kiss you, to touch you, to claim you as his like he had wanted for so long.
He was addicted to you, wanting to consume you whole after starving for so damn long. He deepened the kiss to make room for his tongue, stroking yours in affectionate swirls. His hands moved from your shoulders to trace down the curve of your spine and caress your denim-clad thigh, thick fingers kneading at your body and giving you an experimental squeeze.
The kiss got more heated as Leon devoured every hum and sigh he could pull from you, chasing the taste of your coffee with his tongue. You moaned into him when his touch roamed to grab a handful of your ass, your fingers running through his blonde hair to keep him in place. Neither of you were thinking straight or concerned about the aftermath of what may follow after these turn of events. The adrenaline from the impulsivity was wearing off and anxiety was barging through you fast enough to give you whiplash.
“Leon,” with a gasp of his name and a huff of your breath you shoved him away, seeking purchase on the wall. You didn’t want to stop, but you had to before things went too far. You held his gaze with his blown pupils, lips plump and tingling, your cheeks warm to the touch at what transpired.
“You should probably go,” you conveyed a shaky voice, not wanting to upset him but this decision was for the best.
Leon caught his bearings, left speechless by the recklessness of your mutual actions. The actualization of what occurred was starting to sink in, scrutinizing you with a look of confusion and his heart beating so fast he could feel it in his throat.
He wanted this to continue, wanted to hold you close and taste you again and again, wanted time to stop so this could be your new normal. He realized you were making the right decision, the one he should be making as your mentor.
“You’re right, I should go.” His breathless voice swayed as he talked. Reaching for the doorknob of your front door again, he opened it to take one step over the threshold of your apartment.
“I’ll see you Monday?” A short question, one that suggested more than what was asked. It was a silent code for you, to check in to see if you were on good terms with one another, to find out if this night ruined everything that’s been built over the past 4 years.
“Yeah, I’ll see you Monday.” It was a dry response, but it was good enough. He looked back at you one more time, feeling the need to say more than just that, but he said nothing.
Leon stepped outside and shut the door behind him, his hands going to his sides and fantasizing what could’ve been, what could still be if the circumstances were different. He may have left your home, but the feelings he had for you did not. He just had to hope time would heal it, that the yearning would eventually go away, that this improper crush would cease to haunt him.
You stood there with your feet planted into the hardwood floor, staring at the closed door as your mind played catch up. You couldn’t make sense of it, of what just happened between you and the man you held in such high regard. Your gut fluttered and your body throbbed, a fervency you haven’t felt in the past few weeks flourishing when that was the last thing you wanted. You shook your head to yourself, running a hand through your hair and releasing a quivering exhale.
What did I just get myself into?
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I loved your story about the one piece boys and pregnant reader so much! Could you pretty pretty please write something to Law and Kid with the same plot? If you want, of course, and when you have time <3
Loved your writting, really!
hey hey! It took a while, but I arrived with your request :) In fact, as we already have Law's version, I brought the second part of that story. I really rlly hope you like it and thank you very much for all your support and requests <3
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Warnings are place individually in each story.
*in both we have a brief smut (there are no descriptions or explicit content). Please stay alert and of course, minors do not interact.
Eustass Kid
warnings: Kid alone is a big warning. Brief mention of smut at the beginning, use of safe words, violence. But as always in this series, fluff with a happy ending. Killer is mentioned a lot in this one because, for me, there is no Kid without Killer and also the opposite (they are so good, I love this duo)
Your legs hung on his shoulders, the sweat between the two of you mixing each time he thrust deeper into you. Kid's grunts filled the entire void in the room, however, your mind wasn't there. It was more precisely under your bed, in a small box of things that you didn't use that often and therefore, it was the perfect hiding place.
"My fucking good girl, taking me so good." his teeth found the side of your leg, biting not so gently.
"Kid." you tried to stop him, it wasn't so good to have him there when your own mind couldn't even be there.
"You fucking needy, huh? I'm going to fill you up, make you stuffed with…"
"Red… Kid, please red." the safe word reached Kid's ears and immediately your legs found the bed back, his head almost hanging trying to understand what had happened.
For a brief second, the only thing the two of you were able to do was stare at each other. Him, waiting for you to explain what had happened while you - or at least a scared part within you - waited for an angry version of him.
"Did I hurt you? What happened?" he tried to reach you, but you were already sitting up and shrinking between the sheets. "Do you need me to ask for help? Do you want me to get out of here?" You had never reached the point of needing to stop the act like this, still, such kindness and concern were the last things you expected to receive from your boyfriend. You expected maybe a little silence, or him asking something like why you stopped. In fact, it was a somewhat different situation for both of them.
"Can you get my clothes, please?" you asked and watched him do it immediately.
As you got dressed, you watched Kid do the same, but he always took a few seconds to look at you, making sure you were okay. As soon as the last piece of clothing found your body, you reached under the bed and pulled out the tests hidden there. It didn't take long for the bed next to you to sink.
"I'm sorry I stopped you like that." you asked, staring at the tests and avoiding your boyfriend's eyes. "But we have to talk. I can barely look you in the face and hide this from you."
"What is that?"
"Pregnancy tests." you passed it to him, your eyes still locked on the ground below you. "All positive, Tass, I'm pregnant."
The silence in the room seemed to last forever. Enough eternity for you to think that maybe Kid was plotting a way to get you out of there. It wasn't until his laugh reached you that you could look at him. One hand holding the tests steady and the other covering his own face, while he laughed.
"I do not believe that." he said through laughter, standing up. "I'm going to be a dad, can you believe that? I need to tell the guys."
"Kid?" You stood up and watched him leave the room euphorically.
Before you could get caught up in fear and insecurity or before Kid had even had time to cross the hallway, you saw him coming back through the door. The arms - the arm and the metal prosthesis in this case - lifted you from the ground, covering your lips with his red ones.
"I love you so much." he stole a few more kisses, while you were still trying to process what was happening. "I love you! You're going to be a mom and I'm going to be a dad. Isn't that great? A little brat of ours?"
"Serious?" your excited voice was already joining his, a huge weight lifted from your shoulders.
"Come on, we need to celebrate."
If you didn't expect Kid to accept the pregnancy so easily, you expected even less to become a little puppet to reassure him. It didn't take long for the others to realize how much the captain was even more attached to you. Taking you out of activities, always leaving someone on your trail - which most of the time was himself. Killer was the first to realize he could use this to the entire crew's advantage.
You watched Kid shout something almost intelligible to other companions, the only thing you could point out was that his mood wasn't the best at the moment.
"Excuse me." Killer's voice startled you, appearing behind you. "Can you lend me your and the baby's presence?"
"What do you mean lend?" Instead of answering you, he guided you by his shoulders until he stopped you next to Kid. Sneaking up behind the two of you, Killer managed to leave you almost glued to the captain and it was only seconds before he threw one of his arms around you.
"I didn't see you arrive darling, how are you?" different from the shouts you heard, Kid said in a much calmer voice.
"I am great, what about you?"
"Just sorting some things out." he answered you and then turned to the others. "That's it, we need to catch that idiot and solve this problem once and for all." it was like watching another Kid talk, without shouting or rudeness.
The next time, all it took was an indication from Kid's first mate for you to end up next to the captain, or on his lap, or making some minimal physical contact. It was as if Kid's hard shell melted with your every touch. When the baby started to appear more in your womb, it became even worse. It was like your belly was his little stress ball, but seeing him calm was something you wouldn't complain about.
You wish you could go back to the past and understand what Kid's arrival into the world was like. After all, the arrival of your baby was being turbulent. A huge storm was shaking the ship, practically no doctors on board or supplies and a baby who decided to arrive a few days ahead of schedule. You could only think if when your boyfriend arrived into the world, it was the same way. With one last scream and almost tearing off Kid's remaining hand, little Vicky came into the world. Reddish hair and a cry as imposing as the screams and orders that the girl's own father always gave.
"A little girl, Kid." you spoke in a low tone, placing her in your arms. Next to you, you watched your boyfriend, still perplexed by everything he had seen. "Our little girl."
“I-I…” Uncharacteristically, you saw the words trail out of his mouth, lost in some ecstasy you had never seen. "She's so tiny, so fragile… so beautiful." the last part was nothing more than a small whisper.
"Do you want to hold her?" your question seemed to pull him back to reality, fear appeared on Kid's face, making it easier for you to understand what was stopping him. "I will help you."
"Are you sure, I mean…" he began, eyes going straight to the metal arm. "Won't it hurt?"
"Let me help you."
Holding the baby in one of your arms, you took the sheet next to you and folded it in parts, forming a small padded rectangle. When you handed it to Kid he immediately placed it against the metal arm and sat on the edge of the bed, next to you. Carefully, you placed the girl in his arm and watched him.
For a while, you saw Kid just analyzing, attentive eyes roaming over the newborn baby. Soon, a smile adorned his red lips and the hand - the one that originally belonged to him - touched the girl's cheek and soon allowed her little fingers to attach themselves to just one of his fingers.
"You look like a doll. A perfect little doll." he said without even taking his eyes off the child.
You didn't need much to know that the minutes he spent in silence, just contemplating the girl were actually filled with promises, in an almost mental transmission between the two. Something that maybe one day, you would discover what it was.
"I promise to take care of you forever, buddy. And I promise to be your friend too, well, they say parents should be friends with their children and I want to be your friend. Your mother will also be a great friend and you will love everyone and of course, they'll be drooling over you… Wow! You're beautiful. It's the most beautiful thing your mother and I could have done."
With each passing day, Vicky became even more like her father. You thought the similarities would only be in the reddish hair. When you least expected it, she was already walking up and down with him, spending hours in the workshop and bringing back some crazy inventions that she and Kid had wasted hours making. As a result, she became a shadow of Killer too - according to Vicky, she was his best friend, just like he and his father were. It was when she said she was going to make a metal arm that you and Kid - begrudgingly - had to stop her. Maybe she shouldn't look so much like her own father.
The clock already indicated that lunch time had passed hours ago and you hadn't seen any sign of the two red hairs that completed your existence. After gutting the ship, you found the two of them piled up in your room. Next to them, some of your and Kid's makeup. The typical red color of his lips had been replaced by pink, along with some glitter-filled blue eyeliner.
"What's going on here?" you closed the bedroom door, trying to avoid laughing when Vicky turned to you and you saw her wearing a much more chaotic version of the makeup on Kid's face.
"Daddy said I could get him some makeup. He'll look really nice."
"See, love? I'm going to be the handsome one in this relationship." this time it was almost inevitable not to laugh. "I think your mommy wants to put on some makeup too."
"Can we save this for later? It's lunch time." you warned and saw that they both remained standing still, a pretentious smile on each of their faces.
"Just today, mommy, pleeeease." Vicky asked, with bright eyes in your direction.
"Yeah, just today mommy." Kid repeated in a much more cynical tone, patting the ground next to him. "Sit here."
Without complaining - not that you had much room for it when those two asked you for something - you sat down next to Kid and Vicky immediately jumped into your lap. Her colorful fingers were responsible for part of the makeup, while Kid took advantage of the opportunity to paint you awkwardly too, exchanging ideas with his daughter.
As with all other things, Vicky had also inherited Kid's sense of fighting. A small part of him had become more cautious after the girl became part of the cew, a small part. This did not prevent him from retaliating against any threat of attack on his group.
When you heard the sound of gunfire in the distance, you knew something was wrong. The screams coming from the direction of the ship caught your and Killer's attention, who had disembarked in search of useful information for your journey. Almost connectedly, the two of you started running back to the ship, one thing on your mind.
Upon reaching Victoria Punk, you saw that most of the fight had been resolved - and thank whatever kind of god you could thank, almost all of it was enemies arranged on the ground. Your eyes, however, couldn't find the person you were looking for most.
"Where's Vicky?" Your scream attracted the attentive looks of your companions. Your eyes immediately searched for Kid's, who understood your concern.
"I want everyone hunting my daughter on this boat now!" Kid shouted and everyone immediately started circling Victoria Punk.
"Kid, what if…"
"They wouldn't leave here with her." he reassured you before you could even bring up your concerns. "They didn't leave here with her." he repeated, but this time it just sounded like he wanted to believe the words he had said.
"I found her!" you barely had time to recognize the voice that called you when you took off running in the direction of what you had heard.
If you looked to the side, you would find Kid and a few other companions running to the same place, almost as worried as you were.
"This was already here when I arrived." Heat warned as you were the first to enter the small room.
Vicky was standing next to him, one hand holding her wrist. Behind her, two bodies piled up, grunting in pain.
"What happened, my dear?" you leaned down to look her in the eyes. Relief hit you when you saw that in her expression, there was nothing but tranquility.
"My redhead" Kid bent down next to you, unlike the gentleness you had used, he already bent down checking every inch of the girl. The air in the room almost dissolved when he located the slightly marked fist. "What happened?"
"They said I would be a good bargain." She spoke with a smile, intriguing you both. "And then I did what Uncle Killer taught."
"What did he teach you?" You looked between her and the man who had just arrived.
"Knees, private parts, eyes and private parts again." she simulated the blows. "Oh, that one held me." she pointed to one of the fallen men. "And then I remembered private parts again." she simulated another kick.
The silence that followed was soon infected by Killer's loud - and genuine - laughter, soon followed by Vicky and Kid. Surely the two were already teaching the girl how to defend herself and this time, you were relieved that you hadn't won the argument with Kid when they brought up the subject the first time.
"You're awesome, baby." Kid squeezed her in a crushing hug, watching his daughter groan and try to free herself. As soon as he released the girl, Vicky lay on his shoulder. "What is wrong?"
"I'm just a little tired." she explained and he nodded, before making the decision.
"What do you think, you and your mommy go ahead and I'll find you two soon. We can rest for the rest of the day." he proposed and felt her nod.
"Actually… Killer, can you take her?" you stood up and saw Kid do the same, the girl tied to him "I have a few things to take care of, but I'll catch up with you soon."
"Leave it to me!" Killer promptly bent down and turned his back, giving the girl space and height to jump on his shoulders. "Ready?"
"Uncle Kill, instead of resting, can we make hot chocolate?" "Yes" "With marshmallows?" "For sure." "And chocolate balls?" "Your mother is going to kill me… but yes!"
Their voices began to become increasingly distant, as did the small murmur of the other companions. Once you and Kid were alone, a simple exchange of glances was enough for him to understand what you meant. Passing through the space he gave you, you bent down and picked up the man who Vicky had directly pointed out as the main cause of trouble for her.
"Hello dear bastard." with fake care, you patted his shoulder a few times. "Ready to say what you want to my daughter?"
"That stupid brat" your fist found his face, sinking him into the ground again.
"Wrong answer. Shall we go again?"
Kid watched the scene with a sadistic smile on his lips and one foot on top of the other man, preventing him from interfering in his activities. If they messed with him, that was fine, but it was better if they didn't mess with his girls.
Law - Part 2
you can see part 01 here
warnings: a little bit angst, a looot of fluff. mentions of common pregnancy problems (such as nausea, dizziness). At first, a jealous and insecure Rosi with the appearance of a brother or sister, but spoiler alert, they become best friends. And again, Law is such a great dad. Mention of the Straw Hats (mentions of Robin x Franky), brief discussions, but as always, a happy ending, very brief smut at the end (again, nothing explicit) (I should have taken a little more time to write this second part more carefully).
When the news reached Rosi about her being promoted to big sister, you and Law could see the girl filled with doubts. What do you mean big sister? When would this sibiling arrive? Why would arrive? Her critical and curious sense were directly derived from Law and you couldn't find it more adorable. It was like watching two versions of him - at different ages and heights - arguing. Law trying to explain how a sibiling would reach you and Rosi with questions and more questions that left him in a tight spot to explain how babies were made.
For the first week, everything seemed to go well. Despite the barrage of questions, you could both see the girl being genuinely curious and excited for the arrival of another member of the family. You saw the happy questions turn into a more serious doubt the first time she saw you feeling sick, being helped by Bepo. The second time, she followed you and Law into the bathroom, opening the door and seeing him holding you while you were leaning over the toilet.
"Mommy?" the thin voice, no louder than a whisper reached you both, immediately, you tried to demonstrate the best expression possible. "Are you okay?"
"Yes I am my sweetie." with Law's help, you stood up and leaned against the sink, washing your face. "I'm just a little sick."
"Daddy, aren't you going to give mommy any medicine?"
"That's normal, princess. Remember we said that some things would change while your brother or sister didn't arrive? Because of that, mom will get a little sick sometimes."
The girl just nodded and remained there at the door, both you and Law knew it was impossible to get her out of there. It didn't take long for the two of you to realize that your explanation wasn't enough for the girl to understand. This hit you both when you noticed her asking less and less about the baby that would arrive in months, or her becoming more and more attached to you, practically claiming that you were her mother and exclusively hers.
"Take it mom." she pushed her plate of fruit towards you, while the three of you drank coffee at the table.
"No need honey, I don't want to eat right now, but thank you very much." You smiled in her direction and saw her insist, with a discouraged face.
"Mommy?"
"What is it, my little one?"
"Can't we send this baby away?" she spoke naturally, you watched Law place the coffee mug against the table and analyze his daughter from afar, waiting for an answer. "I don't want to have a sibiling anymore."
"Why do you say that, Rosi?" Law's tone was more serious, while you just looked at what the girl had to say to you.
"Because I want him to go away, just get away from Mommy." the girl's voice became louder and even angry. "I already hate him."
"Rosi!" this time it was Law's voice that had raised a tone, much more serious than the girl had ever seen in the few years of her life. "Apologize to your mother now."
"No."
"Everything is fine." you interrupted the two and saw her eyes full of tears towards Law, who looked stunned.
You didn't need much to know that even he didn't expect such a reaction from himself. Rosi pushed the plate away and left the table, her feet stamping firmly against the floor. You and Law tried to call her, he was much calmer this time, but it seemed to be in vain.
"What the fuck did I do?" Law murmured to you, seeking affection as he nuzzled against your neck. "Why did I scream?"
"Babe, I've seen you yelling and swearing so many times, that was barely saying it out loud. I just think you're weirded out because we never have to do that." You took his hand, placing a quick kiss. "I think there are a lot of changes in her head, it's normal for her to feel lost."
You watched him take his face away from you and give a light laugh, followed by a wave that seemed to want to get the thoughts out of his head. Your look indicated that he wasn't going to leave without telling you what was interesting that had crossed his mind.
"Now that you say that, I clearly remembered a day when my mother was still waiting for my little sister." This explained why he was reluctant to voice such a thought. "I remember I asked if we could exchange it for Sora's new collection." he laughed weakly, once again tormented by the longing and distant memory of what it was like to have a sister, even if for a short time. "I should go talk to her, shouldn't I?"
"It would be amazing if you did."
He tried. He tried to talk to her, get to her, but Rosi made it clear with her little genius that at that moment, she didn't want to talk to her own father. The day practically passed with him hunting for her and without any answers. It was only when night fell that he could hear three light knocks on the door of his small office.
"Dad?"
"Hi, my princess." Law took his attention away from the book and turned to Rosi, standing at the door. Her eyes were redder than the last time he had seen the girl. "Are you sleepless?"
"I wanted to talk to you… Can you stay with me for a little while?"
Instead of responding in words, Law just closed the book and headed towards the door, ignoring Rosi's giggles and grumbles as he threw her over his shoulder.
"Um, where are we going?" he turned her around on purpose, he didn't really care that his daughter's laughter might wake someone up. The girl had already been too stressed that day.
"Daddy! To my room." he turned her around again and placed her on the floor, the girl was still panting from both the gyrations and his laughter. "Come with me."
She pulled him by the hand and the two crossed the hallway in silence, only their footsteps echoing off the metal walls. Law was surprised to enter the room and find you already sitting on the bed.
"I called mom too." Rosi guided Law to sit next to her.
Automatically, he placed a kiss on the top of your head and sat down, watching Rosi step in front of the two of you. You watched the girl take a few deep breaths, her hands clasping together in anxiety.
"Rosi, what's going on?" you called her and saw her stop, collecting the concentration she was missing.
"I know I was rude to you, mom, I'm sorry. But I'm worried." She began to speak, approaching the two of you.
You could see a certain insecurity in the way Rosi looked at you and then at Law, as if the words were too difficult to bring awareness to both of you.
"I don't want to have a little brother anymore, I know I said it would be cool, but I don't want it anymore" she said emphatically, waiting for a reaction from the two of you. Unlike earlier, her voice this time had no anger, just choked and low. The only thing you and Law could do was look at each other and turn your attention to Rosi.
"Why don't you want more?" Law started and you opened your arms, giving Rosi space and freedom to come and snuggle into you.
"The baby is hurting you, mommy. Today daddy had to help you and the other day it was Bepo." Her eyes shone with a few tears. Damn, your own eyes were already burning knowing that she was worried about that. "I don't want another little brother or sister if they're going to hurt you."
The idea that had crossed your mind, of how difficult it would be for her to understand the appearance of someone who would share the little world of the three of you with her, became even clearer after the girl's concern. Without thinking much, you squeezed her tightly, showering the little girl with kisses.
Little promises that everything was okay came out of you as you squeezed her while Law watched. At the same time that he found a certain grace and cuteness in his daughter's behavior, he remembered a smaller version of himself, the small fragment of memory he had given you that day. Rosi was nowhere near the little drama he had at the time.
"Rosi, look here." Law asked and the girl, still glued to you, just turned her face towards him. "What you saw today and what you saw before is normal."
"Exactly and it will soon stop happening." you completed.
"But it will take a while?"
"Maybe a little." Law resumed in a welcoming tone, you had realized that after Rosi had entered your lives, the little girl had unlocked a patience and calmness that you didn't know about in him. "All babies do this when they're in their mommy's tummy."
"Even me when I was inside?" she completely freed herself from you, sitting in the small space between you and Law.
"Even you." you and Law responded almost in unison, laughing together at the girl's euphoria.
"What else did I do?"
"You loved kicking when your dad was around, it was like you heard his voice and started making a mess." you explained and saw her smile, her eyes were now shining with pure curiosity, which you hadn't seen in a few days. "And to help, he kept tickling you."
"Like this." Law squeezed the girl's side, eliciting a surprised scream from her and then loud laughter. "And like that, then some more like that." Every time he moved, scratching the girl, she seemed to laugh more.
Her little face was already red and the tears that were once worried seemed to have been replaced by the overload of laughter and euphoria that settled in Rosi. Law finished tickling her as soon as he saw her lack of air and pulled Rosi into his arms, filling her with kisses on top of her dark hair like his.
"You know you'll forever be our little princess, right?" the girl nodded, earning a few more kisses from him. "And that we will always love you."
"A lot?"
"A lot." you replied as Law opened the girl's arms as wide as she could.
"A million times like this here." he reiterated, seeing you nod. "Now it's time for bed, don't you think?"
"But I still don't want to sleep." She mumbled and you stood up, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm dying for some sleep." You gave her one more kiss and then moved up your body a little, giving Law a quick kiss on the lips. "What do you think about dad staying with you for a while?" you blinked at him, so only he could see.
A thank you was muttered silently to you as a good night was exchanged. When you left the room, Law adjusted himself so that the girl was looking at him.
"I wanted to apologize to you about earlier today." he began, seeing her paying attention to what he was saying. "I shouldn't have spoken like that."
"And I was mean to Mom. She always taught us that we can't say mean things like that, right?" the girl replied, taking him by surprise by her little confession.
"Yeah, we shouldn't be mean." he lay down and patted his arm next to him, so she could do the same. "Did you know I already had a sister?"
"Same as what I'm going to have?"
"Well, we still don't know if you're going to have a brother or a sister." he pointed out, feeling her nod and snuggle into him even more. He knew her well enough to know that she must be falling asleep, but she wouldn't give in. "She was younger than me, her name was Lammy."
"And where is she?"
"Today she is a little star, just like your grandparents." As much as he didn't believe in this cute fantasy about life after death, it was the way you and he had found to explain the lack of some other blood ties in Rosi's life without traumatizing her. "But when she was still here, she was my best friend."
"And what did you do?"
"She loved playing tea time and between you and me, I hated it." he laughed at the memory, tormented by the idea that the old Lammy would get along great with Rosi. "But she played ninja fights with me afterwards, so it was worth it."
"Did your grandparents still love you after she was born?" the question made Law turn to her, trying to understand where that was coming from.
"Of course, our parents loved us very much, just like your mother and I will love you when the baby arrives." he explained and she seemed to be deep in thought. "You know, don't you? That regardless of anything, your mother and I will always love you."
"Promise?" she asked
"Promise."
"You pinky promise?" she raised her pinky and then Law crossed his with hers.
"That was the easiest promise I've ever made, you know?" he gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, seeing the girl smile. "Now are we going to sleep?"
"I want to hear a story, the story of the ninja bear who stole honey."
Law started the story with a probably different beginning than the other thousand times he told it - the story was clearly made up about Bepo stealing food, but Rosi and you had agreed not to tell Law that you had noticed. It took a few minutes for sleep to take them both away.
In the following months, Rosi seemed to be much safer and more integrated into waiting for the baby. She helped decorate part of the room, participated in your consultations since Law knew that the girl liked practical explanations, it was an easy way for her to understand that her mom was fine. The name was her choice too, Linn, in her justification, remembered the name of the story that her father had told some time ago, about a nice girl called Lammy. The resemblance was very little, but her intention was enough to warm both of your hearts.
When Linn was born, Rosi was almost on duty at the bathroom door - again, the hot tub had been her best friend during the birth process. You and Law wish you could have recorded the first time she held her brother. Bright eyes, firm hands, there you two knew it was a partnership for life.
Apart from the small dispute over who would be the assistant every day when Law would deal with something more practical in the medical wing, the two complemented each other. All of Linn's fear was supplied by Rosi's courage, all the hard shell that she had inherited from Law were supplied by Linn, who had pulled your side of the molten feelings. And when the two of them got together, talking wasn't an impossible task for anyone. Whether it was when they asked to dye Bepo black and make him look like a panda or when they found the straw hats - which Rosi had already met - and all she had to do was say that she wanted a party like last time and immediately the banquet was organized. .
How long has it been since you wore this type of piece on your body? Looking in the mirror was like seeing a new version of yourself. A few more stretch marks and marks, but all with a good meaning: having brought two of your loves into the world. It was the voice of one of them entering the room that brought you out of your reverie, small hands clinging to your leg.
"Mommy, let's go!" Linn hung onto the dress you were finishing putting on. The four year old seemed to have more energy than you had ever had in your entire life.
"Where are your father and sister?"
"They've already gone to the party, mommy." you picked him up, feeling the boy celebrate as you started to leave Polar Tang.
The deck of the Sunny, where you were anchored, was full of people, crew members from the Straw Hats and the Heart Pirates gathered, talking, drinking and partying. It was already something common every time the two crews met on the way, of course, with a lot of influence from your eldest daughter who loved the lightness of your friends.
"Linn!" Nami came towards the two of you, picking the boy up and squeezing his cheeks. "How big you are!"
His cheeks flushed at the compliment, earning a laugh from you. Nami warned you that she was going to steal the boy for a few minutes to take him to show the other companions and you trusted her too much to oppose that.
In the distance, you saw Law sitting talking to Robin while Rosi was between his legs, practically being slathered in sunscreen.
"Mommy!" she called you, trying to get away from your husband. "Daddy's making me all dirty."
"It's just what's necessary dear." you replied, giving Robin a quick hug. "And how are you?"
"Great! I was even discussing with Law how you guys have been, how the kids are doing." she made room for you to sit next to her.
"It's been challenging, but amazing at the same time. Are you thinking about having one?"
"I don't know, Franky and I talked a lot about this subject, but if one day I have them and they look like yours, it would be lovely."
"Lovely?" Law inserted himself into the conversation, a cynical smile on his lips made even Rosi turn around. The girl's dark hair was being braided by Law, he certainly had more skill than you in that task. "Lovely until they get rebellious and against sunscreen."
"You put a lot of it on me, I'm sticky!" the girl grumbled and he lightly tugged on the finished braid in her hair, laughing when he saw her get even angrier. "Mommy, daddy pulled my hair!"
You and Robin just laughed at the implications the other two had towards each other, watching the girl run off to play. The three of you stayed there for a while, making small talk.
"Now it's your turn." Law warned you as soon as Robin left to get the three of you some drinks. "Come on, sunscreen for you too."
Without hesitation, you pulled off the dress you were wearing and let it pool on one of the chairs. A malicious laugh crossed your lips when you saw Law's inability to form any cohesive thought until you turned your back to him, arranging your hair to stay out of the way.
"You make things so much more difficult that way." he whispered, applying the lotion to you and sliding it down your body. "You look so hot in these."
"You say that because you're in love with me."
"That too, but other than that part, you should wear this bikini more often." He placed a light kiss on your shoulder, along with a small bite, almost as if testing if your skin - and you - were real at that moment.
"I found you!" Ikkaku interrupted the two of you, running until he stopped in front of you. "Shall we play? We find a ball and we can improvise a net."
"Let's go!" you answered her and looked at Law over your shoulder. "Want to come, baby?"
"Not this time." he almost completed it, saying that he would choose to just enjoy the view, but decided to keep the information to himself.
Well, at least he thought it was just for him. Anyone who looked at Law could without much effort tell which direction he was looking in and by the type of gaze, what his main intention was.
"Captain…" Shachi leaned next to him and Law didn't bother to look to know that he was accompanied by the two other parties - Penguin and Bepo.
"We have a proposal for you." Penguin started, not getting much of his attention. "Of course, when you can stop drooling over your wife's body."
"What do you want?" Upon realizing that he had been noticed, Law with great difficulty looked away from you and back to them.
"We want to make an exchange: two days of no service for an hour of safety for both of you."
"What does that mean?"
"For an hour we take care of the children, but not only that." Shachi bent down, creating some suspense until he got close to the captain's face. "For one hour, no one, I repeat, no one will come near Polar Tang."
"Three hours." Law responded immediately, taking the boys by surprise. When did it become so easy to make deals with the captain?
"Do we have a deal?" Bepo stretched out his paw and Law quickly shook it and walked towards you.
The excuse he gave was that he needed your help with something about Linn, he knew that for any other reason, he would make you suspicious. It was only when he took you to an emptier corner of the Sunny that you realized his real intentions - and you couldn't be more interested.
With no time to waste, as you were transported with his powers, your body barely found your room and Law's hands immediately claimed possession under your skin. His mouth covered yours and as he explored every inch of paradise inside your lips, his hands slid across your bare skin.
"No, love, please no." He held your hand that was about to undo the knot of the bikini you were wearing. "You look too hot in this for me to miss the opportunity to have you like this."
"I didn't know you liked it so much, you thought I was so…"
"Don't you dare continue this." He placed you on the small table, fitting himself between your legs and taking your lips again. "It was fucking torture, seeing you walking around, anyone being able to look at what's only mine."
"Fuck, you're mean." his hand slid down the front of your bikini, getting closer to where you needed him most. "Law?"
A grunt from him, as his face buried itself in your still covered breasts was the only thing you heard. Before he could sink too far into pleasure enough to not be able to think, you gently pulled him by his dark hair until his face reached yours.
"Condoms, Law."
"But babe…" he mumbled, almost like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Do you remember the last time we didn't use it?" You pointed to the height of your belly and saw him nod, sobriety returning to his features.
"Yeah, condoms are a good choice."
#fiction#reader insert#one piece#no use of y/n#requests open#eustass kid#eustasscaptainkid#kid x reader#eustass kid x reader#eustass kid x you#kid x you#trafalgar law#trafalgar d law x reader#trafalgar law x reader#law x reader#law x you
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Hi, I'm not sure if ur still open to requests (I'm so sorry if ur not >_<) but could u do some princess treatment with nct dream bcz I've genuinely just thought of them spoiling their gfs🫶🏻
NCT DREAM GIVING THEIR S/O PRINCESS TREATMENT
its not too princessy and more domestic and 'nct dream as boyfriends'
idk how to write diff stuff for diff members but i tried and i hope you like it. definitely very fluffy tho. and YEP THEY'RE DEF THE SPOILING THEIR GFS TYPE
warnings: very fluffy, suggestive at some places, very crack, a bit imagine based as well, i think i swore once? i dont remember, some members are too short I'm sorry i was having writers block also ITS LONG.
also cus its so long its unedited.
members drabbles under the cut
Mark:
• I feel like if you're dating Mark, your house will never be quiet, whether its with his chaotic unhinged questions, his jokes, him singing or producing songs or just his playlists playing in the background. especially if you're the type to always need some kind of background noise while doing chores- he'll make you like a thousand playlists for every mood, every chore etc.
He'll even make you a personal playlist with secret songs only meant for you to listen, even if the lyrics are highly unhinged like;
"Yoyo my girls cookin, and she's hella goodlookin yoyo" just for you to laugh at his silly antics even when hes away for too long.
• I dont see him as someone who'll get you flowers cus I feel like he will get sad when they die. He'll stay up at night when youre asleep finding origami videos to make you paper flower bouquets. Each date a different type of flower. Even goes out of his way and googles what flower signifies what feeling, literally befriends a flower shop owner.
• He once called them at 4am to ask what flower means "I'm sorry, I messed up. Please don't break up with me." The phone hung up on his face ofc. Your argument was about mint chocolate and pineapples on pizza. You obviously wouldn't break up with him for that. (He hopes)
•You definitely have a specific closet filled w those paper flowers. He has never given you a handmade bouquet of your favourite flowers cus he plans on doing so when he proposes to you, hiding the ring at the bottom of the bouquet. AHH IM SOFT
•Personal Spotify, he'll sing you to sleep whenever you tell him to, whatever you tell him to.
•You once had an argument with him in public and he asked you how he can make you forgive him so you made him sing 'Welcome to Miami' infront on random strangers
•OH I FEEL LIKE. If you're on a picnic. He would take help from his members (the 127 hyungs. Dreamies are hopeless I'm sorry) and make you both a bento. Imagine your surprise when you opened the picnic basket and saw two lunchboxes one was spiderman and the other was hello kitty.
"Mark, this is so cute. But yknow I like spiderman too right?"
"WAIT WHAT DUDE, YOU DIDN'T TELL ME. YOUR FAVOURITE MOVIE? YOUR FAVOURITE SPIDERMAN? OPINION ON NO WAY HOME."
I've said this before and I'll say it again, Mark's the type of boyfriend to snatch a jar from you, tell you he got it and fail miserably. Most of the time when you DO have a problem opening a jar and you go to him..he gulps nervously.
"I, have to go to the bathroom. Be right back."
"Mark- ...you took the jar with you.."
You know where this is going.
"JOHNNY HYUNG, QUICK LOOSEN THIS JAR SO I CAN IMPRESS ____"
"LOOK BABE, I'M SO STRONG."
"Baby, I know you asked Johnny to help. But thankyou! Yes you're very strong."
To sum it up, being with Mark is dorky and comforting and you love that man with all your heart.
Renjun:
•I see Renjun as the type to do princess treatment stuff with you together.
•Like Idk how to explain it- you both spoil eachother. Your nighttime skincare takes you both HOURS because instead of doing like sane people, you do it on EACHOTHER, explaining every step of your routine to the camera (the mirror) in a fake accent.
•If he sees you painting your nails, he gets offended because he's your personal nail tech.
I definitely see him as the type to tell you,
"Gurl, that watermarble is a disaster. Let me do it for you." and he does a better job than you.
"Silly girl, this is why you should always let me do your nails. Don't even bother."
•He's adorable, if its your birthday or you achieved smtn big at a job or at uni he would celebrate it with you. Decorate your room with pink balloons and stuff, get you a tiara and a sash- like a true princess, get you a pretty dress to wear. Click your pics and share it on his close friends story.
You love it. You saved that same tiara for his birthdays and achievements and crowned him your princess. CUTIES
•Allows you to do his makeup while you're sitting on his lap on one condition, you don't click pics.
Once he grows into it though-
"Hey! Blend that foundation properly, my neck and my face are two different shades."
You show your puppy eyes to him he's cracking. Lets you take as many pics as you want, doesn't say shit when you post it. He's soft for you.
•I dont see him as a very verbally expressive partner, he'll show you through his actions, like the one time a family member of yours was very sick and admitted in the hospital while he was on tour.
•You were continuously crying on call and it was late where he was. He knew you had trouble sleeping for a few days as you were staying at the hospital with them. He flew in to surprise you and had a mini date in the hospital cafeteria. He made sure you ate and you both took a walk around the building after dinner as he comforted you and gave you advice on how to deal with everything going on.
He stayed in the room, looking after your family member as you showered and slept soundly after forever. You felt bad as he was jetlagged and tired but he scolded you and forced you to sleep.
You woke up to the sound of the door opening and the nurse greeting your relative the next morning. There was a note propped up on the couch you had slept in,
'Had to fly back baby :( Call me anytime and I'll be there. My girl comes first always, I love you<3'
•Oh your family loves him btw, he had also got a get well soon card and a bouquet for your relative.
You were gonna marry this man, you were sure of it.
•Overall he scolds you when you don't take care of yourself and always puts your needs first before his and trusts you fully to do the same when he needs it, and you will<3
Jeno:
•This is so random, but I really see Jeno as the type of boyfriend who bakes for you?
•its just a you and him thing. When you started dating, you were at his dorm and got hungry and night. So he decided to make you a mugcake? It tasted like rubber but you ate it anyway ans reassured him that it was really good. (It wasn't)
HE WAS DETERMINED TO ACTUALLY LEARN HOW TO BAKE FOR YOU.
•Y'all know that guy on tiktok who bakes for his gf?? THAT'S HIS INSPIRATION RIGHT THERE.
•Experiments each recipe on Jaemin before making you try it. Why do you think Jaemin hates strawberries? Its HIS fault.
•Yknow how...Jeno is so buff and sexy?? His favourite part of going to the gym is sending you post workout bathroom mirror selfies. (YES THAT IS SPOILING. SHUSH)
•He also definitely seems like the type to call you princess. If you hate that nickname? He doesn't care he'll call you anyway cus you ARE his princess. You eventually grow into it.
•Definitely the type to wake up no matter how late it is if you need anything. You're hungry? He's up and running ready to cook, go to the convience store or order food for you. Anything his princess wants. You got your periods? You think he already doesn't have your necessities stacked in the dorm bathroom already? Pads, tampons, everything- even if you're on cups, he'll always keep them ready for emergency purposes and incase the other dreamies have their girls over and they need it. Your bf is a gentleman yes. You love it.
•PASSENGER PRINCESS PRIVILEGE. You'll always be connected to the Bluetooth. You never have to drive ever in your life again. His favourite part of driving is you screaming out the lyrics of ur new favourite songs.
He will never tell you how tired he is of listening to the same song over and over and over again. Even if his ears feel like bleeding from listening to the same song again, he'll hold back his tears and just smile. He loves you but he's not a big fan of your music.
"CUS TONIGHT WILL BE THE NIGHT THAT I WILL FALL FOR YO-"
"For the love of GOD- Y/N IF I HEAR YOU SING THAT EMO ASS SONG ONE MORE TIME I'M ACTUALLY GONNA RIP MY HAIR OFF."
"You're so quiet babe, what's up?"
"Huh, nothing... just focusing on the road.. You keep singing, I love your voice hehe."
•Yknow how much it annoys him, youre testing his patience to see when he'll tell you to stop. He wont tho babe, he's getting tortured, stop please. (I unironically love that song)
Haechan:
•I think he's the most princess to ever princess which is why he's perfect at giving princess treatment.
•Also hes very clingy, wont leave you alone for even a minute.
•One time you were cutting fruit with a new knife you had just bought and cut your finger on it. He was so annoying with it;
"NOOO MY BABY GOT AN OUCHIE! NO DON'T TOUCH IT. I'LL GET A BAND-AID. DON'T MOVE."
"Hyuck, its just a small c-" He pecks your lips to shut you up and runs to his room. He runs back and to your surprise shows you a hello kitty band-aid. You laugh at that to which he pouts and claims that "it hurts less with this specific one"
Doesn't even let you wash the cut yourself. He washes it for you, puts antiseptic and lastly puts the bandaid on your finger.
He proudly admires his work and when you thank him he "kisses your ouchie" to which you cringed out for a solid five minutes.
•He's the type to say, "I GOT IT" to everything you're about to do.
Opening a jar? He's got it. Opening your apartment door after a date? GASP YOU JUST GOT A MANICURE, HE'LL DO IT. Reaching for the shelf to grab a mug? He's got his Johnny hyung to get it for you cus he can't reach it either.
•He absolutely thinks it's his job to make you laugh. You literally cannot laugh at another guy's jokes now. Mark is an exception tho, he'll fite you for Mark. How dare you not laugh at a stupid joke Mark made.
•Speaking of fite, He'll let you win all playfights. This is how you know shit is srs between y'all. Haechan is competitive. But he'll let you win. I know its an unpopular opinion.
•Especially if you don't have much in common with Haechan and start showing interest in gaming and ask him to teach you, he'll go very easy on you. Yknow, set his pride aside, let you win a lot of games before actually becoming competitive with you as well. Still he won't ever admit it even years after being together- if you have a particularly bad day, he would let you and not make it very obvious, even if you call him names and make fun of him for being a loser, he'll just have a lovesick smile on his face and stars in his eyes as you're doing a dorky winner dance for beating him.
The 127 boys are very proud of their maknae, he's surely grown a lot. You're both still incredibly immature but they love you together.
•Oh the only down side is you're always competing with Renjun.
"Blink twice if you love Renjun and Mark more than me"
*blinks twice*
"We're done."
"NO. I LOVE THEM BUT I ALSO LOVE YOU. DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE PLEASE."
•You love him too much to get mad at the fact that he still didnt choose you
Jaemin:
here we go..
my bias wrecker.
•YOU CANNOT DENY He's going to be the best boyfriend ever.
•You want to put ribbons on him? he bought you those himself. the pinkest of pink ribbon for you to tie his hair, biceps, _anything_ with.
•He loves making you flustered.
•Will check up in you every second of the day.
"Did you eat yet? Slept properly? Drink enough water?"
•Nags at you like a mother.
•If you're studying for exam or just working from home in general he'll pop up to check in on you every five minutes with coffee, freshly cut up fruits, chocolates etc.
•If you're too busy to eat, he will pull a chair and sit beside you, stare at you while you work and feed you occassionally.
•When you're tired he'll give you a massage and draw you a pretty bath with rose petals and scented candles and stuff.
•He cannot say no to your puppy eyes. He loves cats but you're the reason he has three.
•Also the type to get jealous of the cats, AND you if you're not giving him attention. He doesnt know whether he wants to be at your place or the cats'.
•HE COOS AT YOU. A LOT. ANYTHING YOU DO. "AIGOOO MY BABY IS SO ADORABLE *insert incoherent wooing noises as he pulls your cheeks* and you're just there like- '🧍😀'
•If you're on a date, you don't even have to ask. He'll already have his camera ready, suggest you cute poses and click pictures for your Instagram. He'd stay up late to edit them himself.
When you're with Na Jaemin you cannot have a blank looking Instagram.
•Overall hes the sweetest and absolutely adorable but he also has a babygirl to take care of. (He himself is a babygirl)
Chenle:
•Oh hes SPOILING and hes SPOILING BADDDD
•Another one to call you princess.
•I saw a reel of him asking his nephew for a kiss before handing him money. THAT'S SO ADORABLE OH MY GOD MY HEART HE'LL DO THAT WITH YOU TOO.
•Even if you're not the type to accept gifts or ask for money he'll MAKE SURE you get used to it because he JUST LOVES SPOILING HIS PRINCESS
•If you're going for a spa or to get your nails done or any type of self care activity and you DONT ask him to pay, he gets mad. he'll sulk, wont talk to you.
"What's the point of being born in a rich family and working hard to earn a living if my girlfriend doesnt want to spend my money?😔"
"CHENLE, I CAN BUY MY OWN GUM FOR GOD'S SAKE. HOW BROKE DO YOU THINK I AM?"
•He loves you so much. Every night when he does his skincare, you're sitting on the bathroom sink and hes doing your skincare as well.
•Another nagger who will ensure you're hydrated and wellfed, keeps track of your period.
"Hello?"
"Open the door, I know you're on your period, I got you heatpacks, pads and chocolates. Let's watch Hamilton and cuddle."
"Lele, marry me."
"Pick your diamond, baby."
AAAAHHH I AM GOING FERAL.
•But, we all know chenle is so much more than just a rich guy, he'll sing you to sleep and stroke your hair whenever you're stressed
•He may be mean and nagging and annoying sometimes but hes such a huge huge softie for you its crazy. Everytime you walk into the room, its all music and wind blowing and time slowing for him. Cliche lover boy and I'm here for it.
•He loves you so much, if you pout at him he'll be on his knees at your service doing anything and everything you tell him to...even aegyo.
"HEY YOU TOLD ME TO DO AEGYO, YOU CANNOT CRINGE OUT NOW. I'M CUTE!!"
Jisung:
•MY BOY PAINTS YOUR NAILS FOR YOU, MESSILY
•He also tries to learn how to cook for you. The first time he cooked, the food tasted like dish soap cus he thought vegetables had to be cleaned with soap.
•Eventually gets better and cooks very comforting meals. They taste like home, you love it. Yknow the type of food that's not too fancy but its warm and make your heart feel full.
•Thats also what loving him would feel like. He wouldn't go OUT and extreme but whatever he does is warm and fills your heart with love for him more everyday.
•Occasional flowers, gets you chocolates/cookies/ice cream everytime you hang out.
•Lot of movie dates, he'll always let you pick the movie. You'll always be the small spoon
•Oh he always pulls your chair at a restaurant. Also has a habit of putting his hand under your shirt and just holding your stomach when cuddling, makes him feel closer to you. Same with hugging, when you hug his hand peeks under your shirt so hes touching your bare back. It's nothing sexual, it's just intimate.
•He would always purposefully leave his hoodies at your place so you dont have to steal them. He's too shy to admit he left them on purpose. Also does it cus if you stole his hoodie, his poor heart wouldn't be able to handle it. It would probably combust into flames.
"You forgot your hoodie at my place."
"Oh shit, well its okay, you can take it. I don't wear it much anyways." and you're just there thinking,
'That's your favourite hoodie man, you'd rot in it if you could.' You don't tease him about it though. Its cute to you that he trusts you with his favourite hoodie.
•He's the type to be jealous of your plushies but then would also go out of his way to buy more for you. He gets sad if you buy new ones.
In his logic, if he buys them for you, he's the father and the kids will be loyal and know their place. But if you buy them, they'll be too greedy to share you with him. Oh please, he talks to trees don't tell me things like these wouldn't cross his mind.
•He loves it when you ask him to pay for dinner cus you usually split the bill. He realised he loves it a BIT TOO MUCH, makes him feel all alpha-protecter, big boy and would start demanding that he pays for dates more often.
Unlike Chenle he's cool with it if you don't like it, he'll turn it down a notch.
•He just wants you to be comfy and he'll always stick to his boundaries while also keeping an eye on you, making sure you're okay, comfortable and happy with him.
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I love your writing so much oh my god. I fully believe that the time around the campfire was not the only time Quinn accidentally, actually started to propose. It would be anything, how pretty you look sitting at the table in the morning, you helping with dishes. Jack would have an airhorn in his Amazon cart so that he can just use it instead of having to think up better distractions.
Thank you so much 🥹🫶🏼
Y'all telling me that you actually like my writing means more than I can put into words.
But yeah, you are 100% right. After he picked up the ring, it was complete chaos. At least once a day, Quinn would be like "fuck it i love her so much, I can't wait." And he'd be down on one knee, and Jack and luke would look absolutely horrified and immediately spring into action.
Tackling him to the floor, throwing a glass of water in his face, yanking his leg out from under him, jabbing him with their cue stick, literally anything they could think of. Because Quinn was a perfectionist and a romantic. He would've never forgiven himself if he proposed while the atmosphere wasn't perfect, and both Jack and Luke knew that.
One time, Jack and Luke weren't home, and you and Quinn were chilling on the beach, having a little picnic. You swiped ice cream off of Quinns lip and licked it off your thumb without a thought, and then Quinn was kneeling, and by the grace of whatever higher power there was, Ellen happened to be walking by. The situation was unfolding in slow motion, and Ellen was panicking a little. She did the only thing she could think of, and pushed Quinn into the water.
You had laughed your ass off because one minute you and Quinn were chilling and eating ice cream, and the next Ellen was sprinting in the sand and pushing Quinn into the lake. As you were laughing, she took her opportunity to push you in the lake as well, much to your surprise. She then ran away, cackling, while you and Quinn sat in the shallow water ice cream-less.
After the boat incident, Jack made the executive decision that he would be keeping the ring until the date Quinn actually planned to propose rolled around. Unfortunately, that didn't stop Quinn from kneeling and starting to ask the question.
Jack bought an Airhorn. Actually, he bought five or six. He kept one for himself, gave one to Luke, and left a few around the lakehouse. One om the boat, one in the pool room etc. That way, even if the two of them weren't around, someone could intervene if need be.
At first you questioned what the fuck was going on, and why someone was always blaring an airhorn at Quinn. Eventually, you brushed it off as little siblings being little siblings.
That time around the campfire, somehow both Luke and Jack had forgotten their trusty airhorns, and suddenly Luke was tackling Quinn the the ground, and Jack was screaming about a bee. To this day, everyone who was around the campfire still tries to gaslight you about the bee.
Until Jack revealed the whole story in his best man speech. You laughed your ass off while Quinn's cheeks grew flushed, and he smiled sheepishly.
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Baby Fever
It was one of those Sundays when both Buck and Tommy had the day off. They planned on spending it lounging on the sofa in their sweats but then Maddie paid them a visit with Jee-Yun. She needed to talk to Buck about an inheritance their great-aunt Melody had left them and it was something that couldn't wait. While Buck and Maddie talked, Tommy volunteered to keep Jee entertained.
"According to Melody's will, you get half of the inheritance and I get the other half," Maddie explained.
"But why us? We have cousins, right? Why not them?" Buck asked.
"Well, she always adored us," Maddie shrugged. "And she didn't really trust anyone else."
Buck was about to reply when he heard a loud squeal and looked over to find Tommy chasing Jee around in the living room. Buck felt a tug in his heart when he saw that.
Maddie was saying something but Buck couldn't keep his eyes off Tommy playing with Jee. When he finally caught up with her, he picked her up and threw her in the air before catching her again. He did that a couple times, making Jee squeal and giggle.
"Buck, are you listening to me?" Maddie asked tapping on his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening," Buck lied and tried to focus on Maddie again but his ears were still on Tommy and Jee.
"Where's Jee? I can't see her," Tommy was saying and then he gasped before saying, "There she is!"
Buck looked over again to find Tommy sitting cross-legged on the floor playing peek-a-boo with Jee. He couldn't name the feeling but suddenly he wanted babies with Tommy because he could tell Tommy would be a great dad.
"If you are more interested in thinking about ways your boyfriend can knock you up then we can do this another day," Maddie's voice brought him out of his thoughts again.
"Sorry, sorry," Buck quickly apologized. "I am listening," he assured her and then paused before adding, "By the way, who says he's going to be the one to do the knocking up."
When Buck coyly looked at his sister, he found her giving him a raised eyebrow. "Oh?"
Buck smirked and shrugged. "So, the inheritance. How and when do we get it?" He asked changing the subject.
After their discussion finished, Maddie and Buck got up and went to the living room where Jee was currently fast asleep, cradled in Tommy's arm. Tommy was also asleep on the couch and Buck felt the same tug in his heart again. He took out his phone and clicked a quick photo of the two of them.
"He's good with kids," Maddie commented.
"He is," Buck replied. "Christopher adores him as well."
Buck went over to Tommy to gently shake him awake. "Tommy."
Tommy slowly opened his eyes and looked confused for a moment before a smile tugged on his lips. "Hey," he whispered.
"Hey, babyboy, so Maddie and Jee have to go now," Buck told him.
Tommy looked at sleeping Jee in his arms and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, of course," he whispered and slowly got up with Jee. He looked a little reluctant as he handed her over to Maddie.
"We'll visit again," Maddie assured Tommy and smiled at him. She then gave Buck and Tommy a one-arm hug before leaving.
As soon as Buck closed the door behind her, he grabbed Tommy by the collar of his henley, pushed him against the door, and crashed their lips together. Tommy let out a surprised sound and Buck swallowed it, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
When Buck pulled away to kiss Tommy's jawline, Tommy breathlessly asked, "What brought this on?"
Buck trailed kisses down to his neck and bit down on a spot he knew was sensitive for Tommy.
Tommy moaned and tipped his head back, giving Buck more access to his neck.
Buck pushed a knee between Tommy's legs and kissed him again. "I want babies with you," Buck told him.
"Oh yeah? You wanna put one in me right now?" Tommy chuckled.
"You have no idea how much I want that. And trust me, if it was possible, I would do it," Buck replied in between the kisses.
"But that doesn't mean we can't have fun trying," Tommy smirked.
"But that doesn't mean we can't have fun trying," Buck agreed and kissed him one more time.
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The Prodigy Son
Art Donaldson x Fem!reader
Something about all the stress Art had been under all of his early teenage years and right now made him vulnerable. He had always been, the only difference is that he had you now.
Warnings: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, sad! Art, panic attack, talk of death
Nothing ever made you more worried than the text you had just received from your boyfriend.
Paint :) -> I need you. I'm in the lockers, please hurry...
You took your school bag off the floor quickly and hurried to meet him. Art had never texted you like this. Without a nickname or even a silly exclamation point that showed you he was always happy. Not in this one though. There was an absence of both. When you reached the men's locker room, it was silent. You dared a glance in and saw that the place was void of any other men. "Art? Baby?" You called out to locale your boyfriend.
Sobs. There was only sobs to be heard.
You walked to the sound and saw your boyfriend on a bench in his underwear. His head was held up by his arms propped up on his knees. His entire body shook and his breathing was uneven; dangerously so. You got closer to him and made your presence known by getting on your knees in front of his eyes. "Baby. Breath. Come on, breath for me." He then looked at you for the first time. But his breathing hadn't changed. He was sobbing like it was never going to end. In all honesty, you were started to get scared. "Art, please follow my breathing pattern." You took a deep breath in, telling him to do the same, and followed by breathing out. You repeated the process six times until his breathing had evened out. That is when he said his first words to you: "Can you hold me. Please, Y/n/n?" You didn't hesistate to take him in your arms and wait for him to come back to reality totaly.
It took about ten minutes for your boyfriend to calm down completely and stop sobbing. Your soothing movements on his back had stopped and you pulled away to see his face better. His soft features were marked by tear streaks and you frowned at that. What had made him so upset? It wasn't his first panic attack. You knew that because he had shared that with you during one of your late night talks. But you had never been there during one. He had not had one since you two got together seven months ago.
You helped him get dressed by handing him his Stanford shorts and polo shirt. He kissed your lips quickly a few times and let a few more tears out. Art was a mess and you didn't know why... "Art?" You asked while he was pulling back from a kiss after having put the final item of clothing on his body. "Yeah?" You took his hand and made him sit with you on the bench. "I think we should talk about this. Right? I'm sorry if it's too forward, but it's worrying me and-" he cut you by putting his hand on yours that was on the bench between your two bodies. "I want to talk about it. If you want to ear it, of course?" You nodded silently and held his hand while he started explaining.
"I love tennis. I really, really do. But sometimes I'm wondering if I have what it takes." He admitted while looking down at his lap. You rubbed his thumb reassuringly. "Of course you do, baby. I'm no expert, but Tashi told me so. Your coach seems to think so too... What happened that made you think that?" You tried to meet his gaze but he just went deeper into his head. "Hey. Stay with me..." You took the side of his face in your palm and lightly brushed it with your thumb. "My father called..." He said and tears came again. "What did he say?" You wanted to know what had put him in this state. "My grandma's dead, baby. She died last night of a stroke." He burst out in tears againa nd you went forward and held him.
You knew how close Art had been to his grandma. She was her biggest supporter, she had always been. "I shouldn't have waited to go pro. She never got to see me pro, Y/n/n." He blurted out through sobs. You held him closer than ever and sighed. "I know baby, but she'll see you from up there." You whispered. "I think and know she was proud of you right now, Art. No matter where you go after this, she would've been your biggest fan. That I am sure of. Don't put pressure on yourself over her. From the little I do know of your beautiful grandma, I know she would be sad about it." He pulled back a little and looked at you intently. "You think?" He asks more unsure than you had ever heard him. You nod your head and wiped his tears away. "When's the funeral?" "In two days." He answered and a comfortable silence fell over you two while you held for the third time in the pas hour.
A little while after, Art got up after kissing you and took his bags with him. He led you two to the exit of the lockers and you walked him to his dorm. "Y/n?" You turned your face to look at him while holding his hand. "Would you come with me? To the funeral, I mean." He waited for an answer and you smiled at him softly. "Of course, whatever you want, Art." He lifted your entertwined hands and kissed your knuckles. "Thank you for being there for me. I love you." You smiled even brighter. "I'll be here for you no matter what, baby. I love you more." You said to him as you guys continued your way to his dorm. You had spent the night at his place and you watched his comfort film while cuddling up and organizing your trip to his hometown.
At the funeral, everybody was happy that Art had found a girl as loving and supporting as you. When he walked to the open casket, you held his hand and comforted him to his needs. No one had ever done such a beautiful and meaningful thing for him. For him, you were it. You were the person he wanted to be fierce and also vulnerable with.
It was not even a full year later that he asked for your hand.
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summer camp - matt sturniolo
a/n: this is for lia and peyton 🎀 but leave requests !! i’ll answer all + lowercase intended & readers name in this story is MELANIE
warnings: switch!matt x switch!reader, smoking , overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex ( don’t you ever ) pet names, slight choking, begging, oral (m receiving) fingering, praising, etc.
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‘ all these tattoos on my skin they turn you on ..’
the screaming, the crying, the kids, all of it. i needed a break
why would my mom put me in an all kids camp when i’m 19?
we were playing capture the flag, and i wasn’t doing anything but sitting on my ass so i figured i’d sneak away.
i was walking in the woods when i saw a small light peeking through the branches
i shouldn’t have, but my curiosity got the best of me and i wandered closer to the light, wondering what it was.
that’s when i saw one of the camp counselors, matt i think his name was, sitting on a log smoking a blunt surrounded by lanterns
i stepped closer to see if he would notice me standing there or if he was just obvious
that is until i stepped on a stick. a fucking stick.
matt’s head shot up and he fumbled with the blunt in his hands until the end touched his hand and he burned himself “shit!” he said under his breath
i giggled at his clumsiness until he just left it on the ground and walked up to me
“i- um…how much of that did you see?” he asked pointing with his thumb to the spot he was just previously in
“ i saw enough to know you were smoking “ i said in a playful tone, tilting my head
“fuck.” he muttered out while rubbing his forehead
“please don’t tell anyone i-“ he sighed before speaking again “i know im not allowed, but these kids drive me to get like this sometimes, and i need this job i-“
i cut off his nervous rambling before speaking “im not, chill out.” i giggled
he let out a sigh of relief “thank fuck” he looked much more relived and relaxed knowing his secret was safe.
“how long ago did you roll that?” i asked furrowing my brows
“like …10 minutes ago but all i did was take like 2 hits” i thought for a moment before walking infront of him and sitting down on the log he was sat on just minutes ago
“ come on “ i waved him over before picking the blunt off of the ground
he still looked stunned by my actions, as if i was playing a joke on him or something. “you coming?” i said tilting my head, snapping him out of the trance he was in
“you sure…?” be still seemed hesitant
“im 19. i smoke weed ton, like, all the time.” i said reassuring him
“fuck it” he mumbled and made his way over, sitting next to me handing me a lighter
i sparked up the blunt before taking a hit, closing my eyes as i blew the smoke out
the feeling was amazing, i opened my eyes to find matt looking at me in shock
“what?” i giggled at his surprised expression, passing him the blunt
“uh nothing” he shook his head and took a hit, coughing slightly before passing it back to me
“your a lifesaver. it’s matt right?” i quizzed, gratefully accepting the blunt again
“yeah, and your melanie?”
“mhm”
we sat and talked for 2 hours, we had deep talks, and learned a lot about eachother. i liked matt.
he was so sweet, caring, he was genuine and raw, and he wasn’t afraid to express his feelings. that’s a man.
he laughed, i cried a little, we opened up to eachother, occasionally having to relight the blunt if one of us talked for too long. and we were both over sharers and we both liked to listen, so it worked perfectly fine.
he offered me the last hit of the blunt, which is literally the key to my heart
even afterwards we continued talking, and now we were both laying our heads against the log, laid down on the leaves underneath us, looking up at the twinkling stars that were above us.
i turned to face matt, resting my head on both of my hands
he was telling me a story from high school, and i don’t know if it was because i was high or what, but he looked so good under the dim lantern lights, and the way the moonlight complimented his eyes was turning me on.
“ what?” he looked over at me smiling and giggling
“nothing” i said giggling back at him “ your just pretty”
his cheeks flushed a bright rose red and he cleared his throat before speaking “thank you so um…where was i” he nervously answered and stuttering
“wait” i cut him off
he looked at me eyebrows raised, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers due to his nervousness.
“ why are you nervous “ i asked, my eyes staring deep into his low, slightly pink eyes
“ what do you mean?” he said trying to contain his nerves, his voice shaky
“you got flustered when i called you pretty. why?” i asked furrowing my brows and smirking
“ i don’t know it..it just happened?” he replied, still twisting the metal rings around his long fingers
i looked down and noticed this, so i grabbed his hand and asked if he was okay
he shook his head and we continued our conversation, me not even realizing that our hands were now interlocked and our fingers were intertwined with one another.
i got cold while he was talking so i moved closer to him, laying one of my legs over his and moving in closer to his neck, still holding his hand
he was still telling some story but the sudden movement cause him to go silent, and i heard his breath hitch
“ why’d you stop talking? “ i asked looking up at him
he hesitated before speaking “ no reason ..where’s all this coming from?” he giggled, referring to our newfound position
“ i just felt cold. i wanted to feel you. “ i say in a slightly teasing tone, testing my limits to see what he would do.
he stutters over his words, flustered by my sudden boldness and change of mood
i giggle and bury my nose more into his neck causing him to let out the slightest whine
“ shit melanie …watch ..” he grunts before finishing his sentence “ watch what your doing. “
“ what? you hard or something ?” i ask in a joking way, before i noticed matt went completely silent
“ oh you are..oh you are! holy shit” i giggle and look down at his sweatpants to see his buldge poking through his pants
“ fuck off dude “ he laughs and rolls his eyes and puts his arm around me “ still cold?” he asks trying to switch the topic
“ no..but we’re not moving past this ..” i say sitting up “how?”
“i dont know ..you were really close to me?” he sits up with me shrugging his shoulders
i laugh and there’s a moment of silence before i speak up, “can i help you? y’know with..that.” i ask, cause why not. worth a try.
“ you are full of surprises mel. but i mean..if you want…” he answers as if he was unsure
“ matt i don’t care. i WANNA help you ..but it’s up to you” i reply tilting my head
“ go for it then “ he dryly laughs and shrugs his shoulders, sitting up more
i smile and make my way over to matt, straddling him and crashing my lips into his
his hands immediately meet my waist, holding me down right on top of his boner
i let out a small moan as his kisses get lower and eventually meet my neck, leaving hickeys everywhere
i grab the back of his head and grab some of his hair as he continues to mark me up
“ shit “ i say weakly before connecting our lips again
his hands still on my waist before he starts moving me back and forth on top of him
i grind slowly against his hard cock while still kissing him, earning small whines from him.
his hands move farther from my waist to under my shirt, i jerk at the feeling of his cold rings against my skin
i break the kiss taking off my shirt and tossing it to the side
i look back to matt to see him admiring my body and i giggle at the sight
MATTS POV
god she was so perfect. she was wearing a black bra with lace in the middle
it complimented her tits so well, they say perfectly. i never thought this moment would come, yet here i am
truth is i’ve had a small crush on melanie since she first came to camp. then it developed. but i never thought she’d notice me, let alone hookup with me
“ your so perfect. “ i say in awe, mt eyes scanning every inch of her that is currently revealed right in front of me.
just looking at her like this, i could cum right now. but i need to get a grip and please her
END OF MATTS POV
i laughed at his comment before kissing his again and working my way down
i told him to take off his shirt and he obeyed, tossing the shirt right alongside mine
i placed gentle kisses to his stomach, then down to his happy trail “ take these off. “
he lifted his hips in an upward motion to help me slide them off of him, now he was left in his boxers
“ wait “ i stood up and took off my pants just as he did, now i was left in my pink laced underwear
i straddled him again and we started making out, his hands finding their way to my ass
i grinded on him, feeling his hard dick rub against my aching pussy i let out a small moan
i reached my hand in between us and palmed him, kissing him on his neck
“ shit “ he breathed out in a low tone. that was my signal to stop teasing him
i pulled down his boxers and his dick sprung out, hitting his stomach as my eyes widened in shock, he was huge.
“ what?” he says giggling and panting, trying to catch his breath from the previous make out
“jesus matt your huge! what the fuck” i say looking at him then back at his dick
he laughed and i took a deep breath in trying my best to prepare myself, i still couldn’t get over his size.
i grabbed his dick and i heard his breath shutter from the sudden contact
i lean down and look at his pink tip, dripping with precum and his cock buldging because of how hard he was.
i take in only the tip, swirling my tongue around his slit causing him to buck his hips up, already eager for more
i took his tip out of my mouth and sat up, spitting in my hand and began jerking him off
his body instantly reacted to the contact, matt whining and throwing his head back
i leaned back down and took in as much as i could, jerking off whatever i couldn’t fit in my mouth even though it was only like 2 more inches.
i sat up for a second to catch my breath, and i look up at matt to see him with his head thrown back, his face a light pink color
“ matt? you good?” i giggle asking him
“better than good.” he panted and laughed
i leaned back down and licked all the way up his cock before taking in all i could again
i didn’t expect him to do anything until he grabbed a fistful of my hair , pushing himself further into my throat
i gagged repeatedly as he basically just face fucked me, i looked up at him through my lashes and saw him already looking at me.
tears stained my cheeks from the amount of gagging i was doing. “ what, you like how my cock feels in your pretty little mouth?” he said in a dominant, yet whiny tone.
all i could do was hum in response, the action sending vibrations straight to his dick
“ fuck mel ..i’m so close baby your doing so good”
that’s when i took it into my own hands to help him finish faster
even though he had my hair in his hand, i still bobbed my head up and down as fast as i could, causing him grown
the sounds went straight to my core, as i could feel my underwear getting more and more soaked by the second.
i hollowed my cheeks as i swirled my tongue around his tip which sent him over the edge
“ ohh fuck fuck fuck “ he squeezed his eyes shut and bucked up his hips as i felt his warm cum shoot down my throat
i swallowed all of it of course and stuck out my tongue to show him “ good girl “ he praised as he patted my cheek “are you okay?”
“yeah. but now i’m really horny” i huffed, trying to catch my breath
“ you want me to fuck you?” he asks nonchalantly like he wasn’t just face fucking me a second ago
“ please matt “ i tilted my head looking at him
“ cmere. “ he motioned me over with his hand i laid down infront of him, still in my bra and panties
“ take these off for me hm?” i immediately did as told and threw my things to where everything else was
he was now hovering over me and we were making out once again when i felt matt’s hand find its way to my clit
he moved his thumb slowly , adding pressure every second
i moaned into the kiss and i felt him smirk against my lips, my sounds boosting his ego
he placed his other two fingers in between my flaps, running them up and down until he stuck them fully in.
“ shit! “ i yelled due to the pleasure, but i was quick to cover my mouth, remembering the setting we’re in
i moaned into my hand as his fingers moved in and out of my soaking pussy by the second, his rings adding more to the experience.
i felt myself get close and i started to clench around his fingers, which he knew it meant i was about to cum, he all of a sudden removed his fingers as he sucked on them all while looking me in my eyes
he grabbed his dick which was already fully hard again, sliding the tip in between my folds making me wince
“ please matt ..” i choked out, my mind was so clouded i could barley form a full sentence.
“ you ready?” he asked me before i nodded and he shoved himself inside of me, all of him.
i gasped as my mouth fell agape but no sound came out, he leaned down as he thrusted into me leaving kisses on my neck
i dug my nails into his back as i closed my eyes, clinging onto matt for some sort of support
“ fuck mel “ he grunted “ oh shit you feel so good baby” he whined into the crook of my neck
my back arched as i left marks all down matt’s neck as he left marks all over my neck
i paused for a moment and thought about how matt reacted when i had called him prettier earlier, i wondered if he had a praise kink? fuck it let’s see
i flipped us over and he just went with it, not saying anything about it
“ my turn pretty boy “ i joked around, not expecting to earn a reaction from matt
“ oh fuck mel..can you say that again “ he said with eyes closed, his hands on my waist once more
“ why should i?” i teased him and tilted my head
before he could answer i grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me, “ look at me when i’m talking to you”
“s..sorry” he could barley talk. and i liked it.
MATTS POV
i sat there and watched as she fucked herself on my dick like what she called me just now hadn’t driven me insane
the way her tits bounced everytime she would move was perfect. and her dominance was driving me even more crazy.
i loved being dominant, but something about praise and doing as your told when they’re completely destroying you is a different type of satisfaction.
everytime she kissed me, our bare chests would touch as i felt her soft tits rest against my chest
i’ve never been in this much pleasure ever in my life, i didn’t want it to end
END OF MATTS POV
i looked him dead in the eyes as i bounced up and down on his cock, enjoying the faces he was making to try and contain his noises
watching him squirm under me or jolt his hips up whenever he wanted more and i wasn’t going fast enough was everything
pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead because he was sweating and his body felt warm
his eyes were squeezed shut and his eyebrows were furrowed while his mouth was open, he was a whimpering mess
everytime i would slam myself back down onto his dick, it would hit my g-spot perfectly and he fit so well.
“ your doing so good, fuck your dick is big baby“ i praised as i threw my head back, the sentence earning small moans from him
i felt his cock twitch inside me and that’s when i knew he was close, he muttered out a weak sentence
“ im ..im close” he whined as he looked at me with pleading eyes, waiting for my approval
“ go ahead baby. fill me up” i spoke as i leaned down to kiss him on his neck, while his thrusts grew sloppier by the second
he looked at me before connecting our lips, when i felt his load inside me causing him to moan into the kiss as he jolted his hips forward, now he was in as deep as possible and i loved it
“ you okay?” i asked looking at him, smirking slightly
all he could do was nod his head. slut.
i knew i was close to my release, even though he had just finished and he would be sensitive, he can take it.
i continued my motions, moving up and down along his newly sensitive dick as he whined from the overstimulation
“ fuck melanie i cant..” he looked at me
“ yes you can, and you will.” i looked back at him through the strands of hair that had fallen
he nodded and tried his best to thrust harder but i spoke up, “ no i got it. let me do this for you” i said out of breath
he smiled and relaxed himself as he held my waist
the knot in my stomach was building up and i was about to cum
“ mel “ he spoke in between breaths “ im almost there “ he looked at me with guilt because of how fast he was about to finish
“it’s okay baby im there to, cum with me” i leaned down to kiss him as he came inside me for a second time
the knot in my stomach snapped as i slowed down on his dick, i moaned and had to catch my breath as i checked to see if he was good
i stood up as he pulled out slowly, grabbing his boxers and changing while he admired me as i changed back into my clothes
he sat down as he waited for me to finish changing, resting his head on his hand
“ your fucking beautiful mel “ he said while his eyes scanned my body “and i wanna see you again“ he continued
i giggled and turned around while pulling up my pants, “thanks pretty boy” i sarcastically joked
his face flushed a light pink color making me chuckle before i finished my sentence
“ on a serious note though, i wanna see you again to. i like you” i said while making my way over to matt
“ i like you to” he smiled and wrapped his arm around me as i sat down next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder
summer camp isn’t total shit i guess .
a/n - i lowkey got lazy w this at the end but wtv 🌚. leave suggestions and lmk what yall wanna see next
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Toji proposing to you
Toji proposing to you
It's been years since you and Toji had been in a relationship, You've made bonds with Megumi and Tsumiki and your relationship has gotten stronger over the years. Thanks to you they were able to live a happy life with a complete family.
But years pass, Megumi and Tsumiki are wondering when you'll marry Toji.
Kids their age ask why your parents aren't married. And they don't know how to answer them because it is very complicated.
Ever since, Megumi and Tsumiki kept bringing the Idea to Toji
"DAD, WHEN WILL YOU MARRY MOM?" Tsumiki yelled at her father, thankfully you were out to buy groceries so they can confront him about.
"Why, what's the matter? Me and her are together. That's what what matters." Toji said as Tsumiki hits her with a punch.
"IF YOU DON'T MARRY MOM ANOTHER MAN WILL SEE IT AS A SIGN THAT SHE'S AVAILABLE TO TAKE!!!" Tsumiki angrily yells at the man infront of her.
"Alot of guys kept asking mom for her number and thought I was her brother." Megumi said to stir his mind up.
"SEE?!? IF YOU DON'T ACT NOW, SHE'LL VANISH! HEAR ME??!?? VANISH!!!!"
"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE SEES IN YOU DAD YOU'RE OLD AND CRANKY!!!" She huffs at him.
"I doubt anyone other than mom can handle you, SO SEAL THE DEAL!!!" Tsumiki yells again
"Tsumiki why are you yelling at your Dad again?" You spoke as you just got home.
"BECAUSE DADS STUPID! I WANT ICE CREAM!!!" She yells as she runs to you with a hug as Megumi comes in to hug you as well.
You didn't hear what happened but you thought it was just the kids nagging Toji about junk foods again.
"Okay okay, a little bit of ice cream isn't bad." You said as you pulled out some ice cream from your groceries.
"YAYYYY!!! WE LOVE YOU MOMMY!!!" Tsumiki squeals in glee
"Thank you, Mommy I love you." Megumi says as he kisses your cheek.
"I LOVE YOU MOMMMEEHHH!!" Tsumiki yells as she kisses you too.
As they both got the Ice cream, they sat on the couch to watch some movies with you.
After that talk with Tsumiki and Megumi, Toji got to thinking.
He did wanted to marry you but he's worried if he afford a grand wedding for you. He heard that girls like big weddings.
So he's been secretly saving money up, but Tsumiki was right.
You were younger than him, beautiful, smart, energetic. Who wouldn't want you?
He thought should speed up on his plan as he took more missions.
While you on the other hand, were getting worried about Toji, as he kept coming home very very late.
He kept using work as an excuse, and you trust him.
You sighed as you were stressed about your relationship with him.
Ever since you knew he was an assassin you get VERY worried, you had accepted Toji for who he is and accepted it.
But of course you wanted some things to change to have a healthy happy life with him, hopefully one day he'll quit gambling and assassination overall.
*After a few days*
"Tsumiki, Megumi let's go out." Toji said as he was walking to the front door.
"Why?" Megumi asked.
"We're picking a ring for mama" Toji said as Tsumiki butted in.
"Mom should be the one who chooses the wedding ring Dad! It's the new hype these days." Tsumiki said
As Toji just stood there, "I don't get what that means."
"It means what if mom doesn't like the ring? These days I've heard the guys will propose with a ring but later on they'll let the girl choose the ring-" Tsumiki
"Gosh, how hard is it to marry these days." Toji sighed.
"Hard enough that half of the population is still unmarried." Tsumiki crosses her hands.
"Aight, You do it then plan the proposal." Toji said as he hands Tsumiki the money.
"OKAY I KNOW THE BEST PLACE." Tsumiki said as she drags her father and brother out.
At the Mall, Toji was shocked at the ring prices.
"This can feed us for an entire fucking month" He said
"Language Dad, I'll tell on you." Tsumiki said
"let's get over with, mom is going to be home any time soon." Megumi complains as Tsumiki was taking so long to choose.
"It's done." Tsumiki said as she raised the ring up in the air.
Toji and Megumi looked at the ring.
"It looks kinda plain" Megumi says.
"Mom likes plain and elegant jewelry didn't you notice? Of course not you're both boys." She said as she walks to the counter to have it wrapped up and paid.
Tsumiki and Megumi helps alot with the preparations on the engagement.
They were going to surpise you.
Meanwhile you, were getting suspicious as your family is clearly hiding something from you, so after coming home from work.
You decided to confront them, you opened the door to hear balloons popping, Two kids fighting and a lot of groaning from an adult man who's trying to hang designs.
"IT LOOKS HORRIBLE DAD!" Tsumiki yells
"Mom's coming home we better-" Megumi spoke as he got interrupted when he saw you.
"Too late." He said as Toji turned to see you as he lost balance on the chair he was standing on as he fell down.
"TOJI!! Are you okay? That must've hurt." You rush to him concerned.
"I've fought stronger enemies, something like this won't do anything." said still sitting on the floor.
"Still, But what were you guys doing." You asked as you shifted your eyes around.
As you saw a banner that isn't being covered by Toji's body anymore.
-> //Will you marry me?
You gasped and yelled "YES!!!" you immediately hugged and kissed him.
"Ewwww" Tsumiki and Megumi said both at the same time.
"UGHHH THIS ISN'T ROMANTICCCCC"
"Congratulations though mama and papa!" She said as she smiles.
"Congratulations" Megumi said as Tsumiki takes her phone out to take a picture.
"Say cheese!!!"
"Cheese!!!"
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hiii lauraaa!! im just gonna say first things first and once again, Congratulations on writing an amazing series!!🥳✨️🫶🏼💗
I've been dedicated in reading and catching up and heads up, i may spam you with imagine plots soo sorry not sorry hehe😅😭
diving head first: I'd love to know abt the proposal + wedding details like whether lando proposed or violet proposed or maybe both🤷♀️😉 (like one of the tiktoks where the couple proposed at the same time), whoever proposes, what was their THE MOMENT when they knew 'this is it' (context: like jake and amy from b99 if you have watched), etc and etc.
i may have ranted in more detail but just wanted to share my pov of the idea. I'm sooo excited to see how this takes place! (ps: no pressure on writing asap!! take your sweet time pleasee! its always worth the wait to read😭😭😭)
okie now! byeeeeee loveee youuuuu mwaaahhhhh take care and happy race weekend!!🫂😉🫶🏼✨️ xx
Sorry it took me too long! Right now I'm very very very focused on reading that I really forgot that I had to write this HAHAHAHA
But I hope you like this!
He always knew he wanted to marry her. At first it was a joke he used to tell himself or his friends, that he was going to marry Violet no matter what, that he would put his last name next to hers. But it was only that, a joke and he barely though about it as something more.
But the day he had her, the day she said she loved him, he immediately knew he had to make that come true, that he was going to love her until his last breath. Days with her were like a new adventure he was dying to explore.
Lando started the search of a ring for her during the honeymoon phase of their relationship. He was so naive, so on love. He found himself countless times looking at rings everytime he walked in front of the jewelries Monaco, making screenshots on his phone of the ones he liked, picturing Violet with that ring on her finger.
But then the crash happened. He had to focus on her, on her recovery and making sure she was comfortable. And during that time with her, he came to the realization that he has to love the present and enjoy every second with her, enjoy life with her. But it made him realize, too, that he wanted to be next to her forever, now for real.
A year turned in two, two in three, and their love never stopped growing. They filled their house with souvenir of every places they visited, and their dogs were like their kids, always going with them to Lando's races.
It was a day he went out around Monaco with Max when he stopped right in front of the jewelry he always looked at. Max looked at him and smirked, nudging him and walking inside of the store. That day, he held Violet close to his chest, and while she was sleeping peacefully, he was staring at the ring inside elf the box, smiling widely.
He planned it, he kept the ring for months, and even if sometimes he decided to not wait and propose right in tbe moment, he waited for the day.
They went back to that city of snow, the city their favorite writer got inspired to write their favorite books. He thought it was perfect, Max and Pietra were with them, as well as their dogs.
"You know she will suspect if she find us recording, right?" Pietra sighed, looking at him.
"She won't" Lando nodded. "I have it planned, don't worry guys"
Lando had it pictured in his mind, he has been thinking and dreaming about this day since he bought the ring. When he's going to kneel, what words he's going to speak.
But it wasn't as easy as he thought.
His first attempt ended up with a fail. He wanted to go for a walk with the dogs and making sure that Max and Pietra were some meters away, with their phones in their hands making sure to record everything. But it ended with them screaming in a panic attack because one of their dogs decided to go explore to the wood. Thankfully they found the dog, covered in snow and the day ended with them cuddling the black dog in front of a fire and making sure he didn't freeze.
His second attempt was planned while they slept. It had to be something simple, no surprises. He has to make sure that their dogs are near, that the ring is in the box.
But at morning, when everything he wanted to do was cuddle her, he found Violet already in the living room making lunch for the day that was planned on the ski resort. So maybe that was the perfect moment to ask her.
He made sure he had the box with the ring in the inside pocket of his snow coat, sometimes having the need of patting his chest to make sure that the box was still there.
"Babe, you okay?" Violet asked worried, watching how he was always rubbing his chest. "Did something happen?"
"Oh? No, no! Why do you think that?" he frowned confused.
"Well..." she smiled looking him. "You can't stop touching your chest. Are you nervous because we're going to the red zone?"
"What?! Me?! My second name is danger" he scoffed, talking with a high pitched voice.
"Sure" she laughed, kissing his cheek.
Lando swallowed thickly and turned his head slightly to look at Max and Pietra, somehow panicking and moving his hand side to side under his chin.
"Abort plan, abort plan" he mouthed, making his friends chuckle.
He never thought that proposing to hercould be that hard without making her suspect.
He normally has a lot of patience, he had to get high levels of patience to love with two puppies and train them. But this? This is ending his patience levels.
The four of them spent the day skiing while their dogs were at a dog daycare place. And once they finished and got back with their dogs, Lando was too quiet on the way back to the house. And when they were finally there, he went immediately outside, grabbing his phone and texting Max.
Lando: Okay, this is the last chance. I'll stay out for a while, if she goes outside to talk with me, follow her.
Max: I never imagined proposing would be this hard...
Lando: Try it, then we'll talk 😩
Lando stayed out of the house, looking at the ring inside of the box. It doesn't have a big stone, in all his hers dating her he discovered that she doesn't like big jewelry. And the ring is the perfect definition of what she would wear everyday.
Rhysand and Feyre, their dogs, walked out of the house and stayed with him, cuddling him and trying to keep him warm, or trying to give him a reason to go back to the house.
"Hey, what are you doing outside? It's getting cold" Violet smiled, leaning on the door frame.
"Oh-" he wasn't ready. "C-can we talk?"
"There's something wrong?" she asked worried, walking towards him. "Lando, are you okay?"
"Well, I'm nervous" he sighed.
Violet started to panic. Nervous? Why would he be nervous? Is he going to break up with her?
"W-what?" she mumbled, swallowing thickly.
"I just wanted to do it before, but everytime I tried to talk with you, something happened" he said.
"Oh..."
She could feel her vision getting blurry, not noticing the confusion in Lando's face.
"Baby, why are you crying?" Lando asked, holding her hands.
"You are going to break up with me, it's that?"
"What? No!" he laughed, pulling her close to him. "No! I'm actually going to do another thing"
She didn't feel him kneeling in front of her, grabbing the box inside of his coat. But when she finally understood what was happening, he didn't even need to say a word before she threw herself into his arms.
"You gave me a heart attack!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, baby" Lando chuckled, holding her.
"But... Yes" she whispered. "I will marry you, idiot"
#f1#formula 1#f1 imagine#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 drabble#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 fanfic#lando norris#lando norris x oc#lando norris blurb#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine
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But I Still Fall Into You
AN: part 3 heheheh 😭 also the song used Oil & Water by PVRIS
Requested? No
Warnings: brief argument btwn Jack and Miriam thus Jack realizing he's a dumb bitch
Word Count: 3.4k words
Jack hummed along to Whatcha Think About That from the Pussycat Dolls but he snapped out of it. He may or may not have spent an hour watching Miriam and a few of her teammates do their own rendition of the song on loop. People in the comments were impressed with how Miriam was able to morph her voice to fit any genre from Broadway to R&B-pop. Nicole Scherzinger herself even reposted the video. One comment in particular caught his attention: his younger brother's. Clay had the nerve to specifically @ Miriam and add one too many fire emojis (one).
He didn't know how and when Clay and Miriam became friends. One day they just appeared in each other's comments, commenting inside jokes and emojis. Jack shouldn't care, but he did. He thought he had some sort of chance with Miriam since she didn't get back together with Shawn Mendes and she didn't block him off social media or his number. Did he reach out since? No, but he did write a song about her for his new album.
His alarm went off letting him know it was time to go pick up Clay. Jack's album was dropping at midnight so he was having dinner with his team and a few friends to celebrate its release. When he arrived to his parents’ place and let himself in.
“Hi, mom.” He said, hugging Maggie.
He patted his dad's shoulder.
“Hey baby.” She said.
“Where’s your demon spawn?” He asked.
“Clay left a while back. He's having dinner with someone.” His dad said, not looking away from the tv.
“With who?” Jack frowned.
“That pretty girl from your birthday party.” His mom said.
“You're both telling me that my younger brother is on a date with Miriam Dominguez-Miller?” He laughed in disbelief.
“No we said he was having dinner with her. There's a difference. They could be talking shop.” Brian said as a matter of fact.
“What business do they have? Clay is a producer and Miriam plays soccer?” he paced around the living room.
“Baby, why are you so worked up?” “Let me get my blood pressure monitor.” His parents said simultaneously.
“I'm fine.” Jack said. He sighed and pushed back his curls. “I just have pre-album release jitters. I want this album to do well. My last one was kinda a downer.”
“It will do good. From what you showed us, it's some of your best work. We're so proud of you.” His mom said.
“Thanks for that.” He smiled softly. He looked at his watch. “I should get going.”
“Take care baby.” Maggie kissed his cheek.
Jack waved his parents goodbye and drove to the restaurant. He got there in no time. The hostess recognized him and ushered him to a semi-private room where everyone was waiting for him. He went around greeting the table. He finally took his seat at the head of the table with Urban sitting on one side and Larissa on the other.
“There's something you should know.” Urban whispered.
“What?” Jack looked at him confused.
A loud cackle erupted from the other side of the restaurant. Jack knew that laugh better than anyone. It was Miriam's. He glanced over to where the laugh came from and he spotted her and his brother in a booth.
“You've got to be kidding me.” Jack muttered.
“What'd you do to piss off Miriam?” Larissa asked. She took a sip of her wine and continued, “She's obviously getting back at you and using your brother.”
“What?” He frowned.
“She said that the best way to get back at someone is to fuck someone they have beef with or their siblings because no matter how good the relationship there's still some sort of rivalry.” She shrugged.
“Last time you said Miriam was with someone you were wrong. So why should we believe you this time?” Urban tilted his head, questioning her.
“I was wrong one time, sue me.” Larissa said defensively.
“You weren't wrong one time. There's been several times and it's usually about a girl Jack is interested in. I think we should mind our business. ” He snapped.
“I'll be right back.” Jack said.
He got up from the table and excused himself. He wiped the sweat off his hands and took a deep breath as he approached Miriam and Clay. They were so deep in their conversation that they didn't notice him. Jack cleared his throat. They both looked at him.
“Hey, man!” Clay smiled at his big brother.
Miriam didn't respond. She reached for a piece of bread and spread some butter on it.
“I just came by to invite y'all to my table. We're celebrating my album dropping tonight.” Jack said, casually.
“We're fine here.” Miriam said curtly.
“Well if you change–”
“Not to be rude, but we were discussing a private matter and I'd appreciate it if you gave us privacy.” she cut him off in a snippy tone.
“If you wanted privacy I doubt a restaurant is the ideal place for that.” Jack said in the same tone as her.
“Jack,” Clay gave him a warning look.
Jack noticed the few people watching them so he collected himself. “I was just being courteous. I'll see you later Clay.”
“I'll text you.” His younger brother nodded.
Jack gave him an affectionate pat on the shoulder and he went back to his table. The entire dinner he spent it shooting daggers at Miriam. He's never lost his composure like that, especially in a public setting.
A server came by to drop off the check at Miriam and Clay's table. Miriam put her hand up and took the check. She slipped a few bills and got up. Clay followed suit. They hugged and Miriam left while Clay went over to Jack's table.
“How was your date?” Larissa was the first to speak when he took a seat by Urban.
“It wasn't a date. We had a work dinner.” Clay said in a snappy tone. He was not a fan of Larissa.
“Work dinner?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, I can't talk too much about it.” He shrugged.
“Right, I'm going to get some air.” He excused himself.
Jack followed after Miriam. She was leaning against her car typing on her phone.
“You have some nerve.” He said going up to her.
“Excuse me? I know you're not talking to me.” Miriam frowned.
“Of course I'm talking to you. Who else is using my brother to get back at me.” He snapped at her.
Miriam laughed. “I hate to break it to you but the world doesn't revolve around you.” She said in a Southern accent before switching to her normal voice. “Clay was doing some stuff for me.”
“So what you're paying him to fu–”
“Choose your fucking words. I haven't done shit to you for you to be so fucking rude and disrespectful. Since you so fucking desperately need to know, I hired him to help me produce a song. I invited him to dinner as a thank you because we finally finished it.”
“Right,” Jack laughed. “Because this isn't some ruse to get back at me for what happened in New York.”
“You caught me.” She said her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I'm using your brother because you made me feel like shit by saying that us hooking up was a mistake and you gave me the cold shoulder in front of your best friends. I'm using your brother because you didn't talk my ear off at last year's Met Gala gushing about how talented your brother was and how fucking excited you were to have him in your album. You got me. Everything I've done since that night is to seek revenge on you, not because I'm bored out of my mind in this godforsaken town and wanted to turn my poems that I've been working on for years into music.”
Guilt crept into Jack's body. He let his emotions get the best of him.
“Miriam, wait–”
“Save it.” She shook her head. “You're clearly not who I thought you were so I apologize for thinking highly of you. Congrats on your album by the way. Clay wouldn't stop talking about it and how proud he was of you. Obviously you don't think the same when it comes to his work ethic.”
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@'jackharlow: Jackman. My new album. Out now everywhere
@'urbanwyatt: THAT'S RIGHT
@'nicolesherzinger: making Kentucky proud
@'spotify: we need Jackman
@'dbook: icon
@'jackhater: another 2.9 album
@'messyjackfan: y'all heard Blame on Me? It's so shady. That explains why we rarely Clay and Jack together anymore.
-> @'jackstan: did you? If that's what you got from the song? Then you missed the point
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@'mdm: what I do in my spare time here in Kentucky.
OIL & WATER produced by @'claybornharlow out now <3
@'saintclauds: BIIIIITCH
@'katdominguez: okay stop showing off
-> @'josephdominguez: fr, we agreed that we can only have one talent. Kat is the model, I'm the actor, and you're the soccer player @'mdm. You can't be the singer too
-> @'mdm: so about that acting thing....
@'oliviarodrigo: omg love this
@'dione-cé: and that's on song of the day-yyay-ay
@'zendaya: obsessed 😍
@'teddygeiger: glad you were able to make something incredible with the basic beats
@'claybornharlow: let's fucking GOOOO
-> @'jackfan: not you being more excited that some nepo baby releasing bad music over your brother's album
-> @'jackstan: you dumb bitch he produced the song. Of fucking course he's excited
@'popgirliefan: I hate when nepo babies think they can just drop shit and take jobs from actual singers 😒
@'mdmsoccerfan: in her Snoop Dogg with the side quest era
@'miriamhater: hate that I like this
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“I'm a fucking idiot.” Jack announced to Urban and Clay.
“You don't have to announce something we all know.” His younger brother commented.
Urban shrugged in agreement.
Jack rolled his eyes and showed them spotify on his phone. He'd been listening to Miriam's song for the last few hours (since midnight when it dropped) and the full meaning of the song just hit him.
“What about the song I produced?” Clay asked in a defensive tone.
“One, it's good. Good job. And two, I'm a fucking idiot and it's like I'm purposely cockblocking myself and…” Jack trailed off, trying to word out his interpretation.
“Don't overthink it, we get it. You're a dumb bitch that jumps to conclusions and pushes away the total package that Miriam is.” Urban chuckled.
“So what are you going to do about it?” Clay asked.
“Nothing? I don't know. She was pretty adamant in avoiding me and mmd ignoring me if she can't avoid me.” Jack said.
A few days after their parking lot argument they ran into each other at the Tommy Hilfiger headquarters for their Met Gala fittings. Tommy's meeting with Miriam took long to he just merged their fittings together since Jack was going with a simple suede suit. Miriam went with something more couture that was on theme but threw shade at the late Karl Lagerfeld for how he acted with het mom. Tommy tried making conversation between the three of them but Miriam was more focused on her clothes. Then when the actual Met Gala came, they were supposed to be seated in the same table, but she sat elsewhere. Later on their flight back to Louisville she was in the same pod as him in first class but she was in her own world going over game tapes and taking notes.
“Are you fucking stupid? Did you not hear the lyrics? ‘I wouldn't do this for anyone but you.’ Who the fuck do you think is ‘you’? You, you fucking genius.” his brother smacked the back of his neck.
“Don't fucking hit me.” He tried hitting him back but missed.
“Hit me and I'll make sure Miriam doesn't speak a word to you.” Clay warned him.
A text came through from his managers that they better be downstairs. They were going to a Derby gala in celebration of Jack's foundation. After the races he spent a few hours going through what was happening in the Gala with his mom (the first hour was the cocktail/ mingle hour, followed by a four course dinner, and the speeches at the end). Once everything was set, Jack went home to nap to be refreshed for the long night ahead of him.
When Jack, Clay, and Urban arrived at the venue they went through the red carpet with the rest of PG. As Jack did a quick interview for the local news, he spotted Miriam talking to his mom. Miriam looked beautiful as always. She wore a short cocktail dress that made her muscular legs look long. She laughed at something his mom said and she nervously brushed down her bangs.
Jack finished and tried to go up to his mom and Miriam but he was whisked away to mingle.
He spent half an hour shaking hands with every and any affluent person from Kentucky. His mouth and hand began to feel tired from all the smiling and hand shaking. But he finished and was able to mingle. Jack made a quick stop to the section where his friends were to get a drink. He grabbed a can of Phocus and scanned the place for Miriam. He found her talking to Jeremiah Morris, a player at Louisville FC from London. They talked like life long friends, whispering and giggling amongst each other.
“That was fast. Wasn't she just with your brother?” Larissa asked him, joining him on the balcony.
“Riss, you know Jeremiah is gay, right?” Jack responded in an irritated tone.
When Jeremiah first moved to Louisville a lot of soccer fans weren't accepting of him because of sexuality. Jack made a post on his Instagram Stories, supporting him and welcoming him to Louisville.
He sighed, “Just because two people of the opposite sex are talking it doesn't mean that they're fucking.”
“I know.” She said, taken aback.
“Okay because you always seem to assume when it comes to Miriam.” he snapped.
“Well sorry for looking out for you.” She scoffed before walking away.
Jack finished the last of his Phocus and decided to go up to Miriam and Jeremiah. Miriam stood awkwardly as Jack and Jeremiah greeted each other.
“I’mma go find my man, but we have to catch up sometime, Mimi.” Jeremiah said, leaning in to kiss Miriam's cheek. He nodded his head at Jack. “It was nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” Jack smiled.
“You heard him, he has a man. I'm not fucking him.” Miriam said as she took a step back.
Jack caught her arm and pulled her back. “Look, I wanted to apologize. From–”
“This isn't the time or place.” She said.
“I'm aware but–”
His manager approached them. “Jack, they need you on the stage.”
“Can you give me a sec?” He told her.
“Go, we'll talk later.” Miriam said, sipping her champagne flute.
Jack nodded and followed his manager. He went to the stage and told people that the cocktail hour was over and they needed to make their way to the dining hall for dinner.
Jack spent the entire dinner going around checking things were going smoothly. When it was time for the speeches he was shoveling food because he didn't get a chance to eat during the dinner. He sat behind the DJ booth listening to his mom talk and give shout outs to those that went above and beyond.
“Earlier in the evening our news Miriam Dominguez-Miller came by to drop off a generous donation from her parents.” Maggie began. “Their donation of ten million dollars is going towards the theater-ballet programs and the children's after school sports teams.”
The whole room erupted in applause. That was when Jack noticed Miriam didn't go up, nor that she was in the room. He looked to his mom and she put the small certificate she made with Miriam's name face down and went to the next person.
“Where's Miriam?” Jack asked Clay when he saw him walk past him.
“She was just dropping off the check her parents made. Said she was tired from her game and went home.” shrugged Clay.
A few speeches later, the gala ended. The guest went to another reception hall for the ‘after party’. Jack hung out with his friends for a half an hour. He checked the time and it was ten at night. He texted Miriam if she was willing to meet with him tomorrow so they could talk. She responded a minute later that she was going to be busy tomorrow but he could stop by right now. Jack replied back with a saluting emoji and pocketed his phone.
“Hey, I'm going to head out.” he told his mom. “Do you have Miriam's certificate thing on you?”
“Why?” She frowned. Clay had vaguely filled her in on the nonsense her oldest pulled on Miriam and was quite pissed that he was acting like that because she didn't raise him to talk and treat people like that.
“I want to give it to her.” He said.
“Jackman, I swear if you upset that poor girl one more time.” She warned him as she handed him the paper award.
“Um, rude.” He said defensively.
“I don't know all the details but that behavior you didn't learn from me. I raised you better than to disrespect women.” She said sternly.
“I know and I'm gonna try to salvage this.”
“Alright, be good.”
Jack hugged her and texted the group that he was leaving. He had texted his driver and they pulled up to the front of the venue. He got in and put in the address of Miriam's apartment building. He texted her that he was on his way to her place. She replied back that she added him to ‘the list’ and he just needed to verify with the doorman. He arrived at the apartment building and showed his ID to the doorman when he went inside.
The doorman guided Jack to a private elevator and pressed the sole button for Jack. The elevator went to the tenth floor. In the hallway there was one door at the end. Jack figured it was Miriam's place so he knocked.
Miriam opened the door, “Hi.” She said, leaning against the door revealing a new look: a white-beater with vintage style denim shorts and UGG slippers.
“Hey, my mom wanted me to give you this.” he said, handing her the award.
“Thanks… is that all?” She asked.
“No, I,” Jack cleared his throat. “Can I come in so we can talk?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, opening the door more for him.
Miriam shut it and locked it. She looked at herself in the small mirror by the entrance and tried to smooth out her bangs. Which she got after her argument with Jack at the restaurant. They came out uneven but she was luckily going to New York where her hairdresser worked and they fixed them for her. But when she sweated they got a mind of their own and were hard to tame.
“Do you want anything to drink? I have water, juice, your brother gave me a few boxes of PHOCUS so I have that too.” She said.
“I'm good, thank you.” He said.
Miriam led him to her bisexual velvet green couch. She took off her slipper and pulled her knees to her chest. It was taking a lot for her to not jump him. Men in non-basic black suits were one of her greatest weaknesses. Even more when it was properly tailored.
“That night in New York, I didn't mean to say you were a mistake. What I really wanted to say was that I don't want to have sex with you knowing my best friend was on the other side of the door. My mouth was faster than my brain and I apologize for that. I'm also sorry for how I acted around you at the game. It was childish and petty for no reason.” He paused, wiping sweat from his hands. “My outburst last week in the parking lot was also out of line and fucked up. I'm sorry for interrupting your work dinner with Clay and basically dismissing your work.”
“What I don't get is how you came up with those conclusions about me. That's what hurt the most. I get, maybe with Shawn you would assume because we got papped and stuff but with your brother?” Her voice cracked. Miriam wiped a few stray tears. “I just thought we were on the same page. I put it all out there on how I feel about you. Then I'm hit with a wall that you put up and it feels like there's someone or something next to you that's making you doubt what I feel about you.”
Jack stayed quiet. He wasn't sure if he should tell Miriam about how Larissa was the one adding fuel to things and unintentionally causing a rift between him and Miriam. Larissa was Miriam's friend, she wouldn't intentionally hurt Miriam. He didn't want to think about Larissa so he gave her a vague answer.
“I let my own insecurities get the best of me. In my head I was constantly thinking how you're fucking Miriam Dominguez-Miller. Obviously you wouldn't be interested in someone like me. I'm sorry for hurting you. You didn't deserve any of that.” He said.
“Thank you. I appreciate you being honest and vulnerable with me. You didn't have to come all this way and give me your perspective but you did and that says a lot.” Miriam smiled softly.
“I'm glad we're able to resolve this and continue to be friends.” Jack patted her knee.
“Friends…” She said.
Jack saw the time on the clock Miriam had hanging. “I should get going, it's pretty late.”
“I'll walk you out.” She pushed herself up from the couch.
“It's fine.” He waved her off.
“Text when you get home.”
Jack kissed her cheek and left. Miriam screamed into her pillow. She couldn't believe that after admitting she liked him, Jack still had the nerve to friendzone her. It for the best, she thought to herself. They went through a lot of unnecessary grievances. Despite how much she liked him, Miriam knew it's better if they stay friends.
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