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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Congratulations on reaching 2k followers :) Could I possibly request maybe one of Eddie’s fantasies of babysitter reader pre As You Wish?

I would just like to say that AYW is now officially my favorite verse to write smut in, so thank you for this request lol.

In the same universe as As You Wish

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral m and f receiving, male masturbation, breeding kink

Words: 4.6k

The highlight of Eddie’s day was coming home from work. Hands down, it was the part of the day that consistently brought him the most joy. He enjoys his job, likes his coworkers, and takes pride in his work, but coming home to his kids beats all. There was another reason Eddie loved walking into the house after work, but he’d never admit it to anyone. He’s still barely able to admit it to himself without his stomach twisting with guilt, but when he walks in the front door and sees you there, he feels like a teenager coming face to face with their crush. The smile you always give him when he comes home makes his knees feel weak and he swears he forgets his own name. Truthfully, he didn’t even feel this way as an actual teenager when he started dating Brittany.

Eddie pulls onto his street, eyes hungrily searching for your used gold Hyundai Elantra in his driveway. But it’s not there. Instead, Brittany’s red Toyota Camry sits in its place. Eddie lets out an audible groan as he pulls up next to it in the driveway. Why couldn’t this be a day she got out of work early but decided to go to one of her boyfriends’ places? It sounds twisted, even to him, that he’d prefer his wife went to see one of the many guys that she’s having an affair with rather than be home, but this had been going on for so long that Eddie couldn’t find it in himself to care anymore. He couldn’t even pinpoint when he stopped loving her, but she certainly made it easy to stop.

Taking a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for seeing the witch, he gets out of the car and heads to the front door. It’s chaos when he steps inside. Luke and Brittany can be heard down the hallway, screaming at one another, and Ryan is sitting on the floor of the living room with the television volume turned up an ungodly amount – probably to drown out the fighting.

“Daddy!” Ryan calls, getting up off the floor and throwing himself at his father. Eddie is covered in grease and oil – more so than usual – but he can tell Ryan needs comfort and that’s worth having to scrub extra hard at the little boy’s clothes to get the stains out. He scoops his son up in his arms, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Hey, buddy. What’s going on?” he asks.

“Mom’s mad cause Luke backtalked,” Ryan says.

Eddie sighs and nods his head. “Okay. You finish your homework?”

The question makes Ryan smile. He proudly tells his dad that he did – with your assistance. The mere mention of your name has Eddie smiling as well as desperately wishing he’d gotten to see you before you left.

“Turn the tv down, okay, bud?” Eddie asks as he sets his oldest son down. Ryan agrees with a nod of his head, going to do as his father asked. Eddie lets out another sigh as he makes his way down the hallway, where he can now tell the shouting is coming from Luke’s room.

“You will not talk to your mother that way!”

“You yelled at me first!”

“That doesn’t give you the right to scream at me!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Eddie says as he walks into the room. “What’s going on?”

Luke immediately runs over and hugs Eddie’s leg, hiding his head behind his father’s body. Eddie pats his son’s head and raises his eyebrows at Brittany.

“Your son,” she starts off, already boiling Eddie’s blood, “thinks it’s okay to back-talk me.”

“I just said I didn’t want veggietables with dinner!” Luke shouts, not meaning to yell, just trying to be heard over his mother.

Brittany throws her hands in the air as if this was some grave sin that the little boy committed. It’s another moment where Eddie’s torn. Parents are supposed to have a united front against their kids, but what is he supposed to do when his wife is batshit crazy?

“Luke, we’re going to have vegetables with dinner,” Eddie tells him, running his fingers through the boy’s curls. “Go play with Ryan in the living room, okay?”

The five-year-old doesn’t hesitate, taking the chance to escape the room and get away from his mom. Eddie rests his hands on his hips, widening his eyes as he looks at Brittany.

“What the hell, Britt?”

She rolls her eyes and pushes past Eddie out of the room. Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose before following her out and into their shared bedroom.

“You always take their side,” Brittany huffs out.

“Am I supposed to yell at a five-year-old little boy because he doesn’t want to eat vegetables for dinner?”

“You should take my side!” she yells.

“But you’re wrong.”

She lets out a groan and rifles through her nightstand before pulling out a tampon, shoving it in Eddie’s face instead of a finger like she usually would, as she continues her tirade. “I don’t need to take this from all of you! Men.”

Well, the tampon explained why she wasn’t visiting one of her boyfriends right now. Eddie knew better than to blame any of her sour mood on her period though; she’s always like this.

“Didn’t you send the other woman who was here home?” Eddie asks sarcastically as he gathers some fresh clothes to change into.

“Ugh, her,” Brittany huffs, and this seems to piss Eddie off most of all. “If the kids didn’t like her so much – and I still don’t understand why they do – she’d be long gone.”

“Why?” Eddie asks, too dumbfounded to add anything beyond that.

“She’s too…” Brittany trails off.

Kind? Smart? Beautiful? Funny? Good with the boys? Not demonic like you? Eddie’s mind finishes for her.

“Annoying,” Brittany finishes. Eddie rolls his eyes as he swipes up a pair of boxers. He bites his tongue, a million acidic things wanting to spill from his mouth.

“Whatever,” Eddie settles on. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Guess I’m making dinner?” Brittany asks.

“You were home first!” He takes a deep breath to calm himself. There’s no point trying to argue or reason with her. He’ll never win. “You can make dinner, order a pizza, or I can make dinner when I’m out of the shower.”

He doesn’t give his wife a chance to answer, walking out of the bedroom and locking himself in the bathroom. Eddie tosses his clothes on the counter and runs his hands over his face, letting out a deep groan. Making sure the water is turned up all the way to scalding, Eddie strips himself of his clothes and steps into the shower. The hot water runs over his tense muscles, managing to relax him a bit as dirt and grease begin to lift away. He grabs the bar of soap, the lavender smell meeting his nose as he rubs it over his body.

Fuck Brittany, he thinks to himself. Not that I’ve done that in forever. Not that I want to, honestly. Who the fuck does she think she is? Calling you annoying? Eddie thinks you might be the least annoying person he knows, honestly. There hasn’t been a moment you’ve been around that Eddie wanted you to go. Or at least, not because he didn’t want you around. There have been times he wanted to shield you from Brittany though, and so for your own sake, he tries to get you to leave. If Brittany was smart, she’d be jealous, Eddie continues to think. Annoying? Fuck, you’re not annoying. You’re incredible. The sweetest person, the loveliest person. A really fucking sexy woman. The thought has Eddie’s dick twitching. He peeks his head out from behind the curtain to make sure he locked the door. Finishing washing his body up quickly, he puts the soap down and wraps his hand around his cock. Shit, his fingernails still had dirt underneath them. Eddie would make sure to clean that out before he’d put his hands on you. Wonderful, delicate, you. The oil under the nails of his rough hands makes Eddie think of you coming to see him at work. You’d been there a time or two before because you’d been having car trouble. But what if you were there for another reason?

Eddie’s the only one in the garage, under the hood of a rusted old car with the sleeves of his blue coveralls pushed up to his elbows, when he hears footsteps coming closer.

“We’re closed,” Eddie calls to whoever it is.

“Aww,” a sweet voice pouts. A voice he’d know anywhere. “And here I came all this way just to visit you.”

He comes out from underneath the hood and tosses his wrench on the pile of tools lying next to him before he turns around and sees you. You’re wearing the short denim skirt that always drives him wild, and one of his red and black flannel shirts over a white tank top, the flannel tied up just underneath your breasts.

“You came to see me?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

Turning your head to look around the garage, empty except for the unfinished cars in the bay, you nod and take a few steps closer to him. “Only one here, aren’t you? Can’t stop thinking about you, Eddie.”

Delicate, soft hands come up to grip his coveralls and you look up at Eddie through your thick eyelashes. Both of you are breathing faster than usual, your cleavage moving up and down with every breath.

“Well, what can I do for you, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, hands coming to rest on your hips. A smile quirks up on your lips, both at the question and at his hands on you.

“Fuck me?” you ask, making your voice sound as soft and innocent as possible.

“You sure, baby?” Eddie asks.

Biting your lip, you nod your head at him, removing your hands from his chest so you can untie the flannel and let it fall from your shoulders. “Please, Eddie? Want you so bad. So, so bad.”

“Who am I to deny a pretty girl what she wants?” Eddie asks before leaning down and attaching his lips to yours. Your arms instantly come up to encircle his neck and Eddie uses his grip on your hips to pull your body flush against his.

A shiver runs down Eddie’s spine as your small hands slide down his shoulders and to the zipper of his coveralls. You pull it down agonizingly slowly, Eddie’s tongue delving into your mouth as you work. He takes his hands off of your hips to shuck the coveralls from his frame and you pull back from the kiss to push the article of clothing down his hips and down his legs. When you stay down on your knees, looking up at him with your beautiful eyes, he feels like he might combust. Eddie uses his booted foot to kick the discarded flannel towards you so you can kneel on that instead of the hard garage floor.

“Such a gentleman,” you purr as your hands pop the button on his jeans. Eddie feels like time stands still as you drag his zipper down, feeling like you touching his dick can’t happen soon enough. His eyes are trained on your face as you pull down his boxers and his stomach clenches in pure want as he sees you lick over your lips as your eyes stay glued to his cock. “Fuck, Eddie. You’re even bigger than I thought you’d be.”

“Thought about me, princess?” He’s amazed at how normal his voice sounds as his hands scramble behind him to grab onto the car he had been working on.

“Mhmm,” you hum. You reach out and let your index finger trail down the vein on the underside of his cock. “Every time I touch myself. Wishing it was your fingers in me. Mine are too small.” The pouting look you give him, finally dragging your eyes away from his impressive length, has his breath hitching. “But I’ve seen your hands. I stare at them. Looking at the rings on your thick fingers, hoping you’d keep them on while you stretch me out.” You push up on your knees and let your spit drip down onto Eddie’s aching member before you wrap your hand around him.

A guttural moan comes from Eddie’s throat, bringing a satisfied smirk to your lips as you work your hand up and down his shaft. You gather the precum beading on the head, mixing that with your saliva as you jerk him. Eddie feels like he’s in Heaven. Like the hood of the car must’ve fallen and crushed him, because you’re making him feel better than he thought possible.

“Don’t know if I can fit all of you in my mouth,” you say, a frown on your pretty features. “But I’ll do my best.” With that, you lean in and lick over the pink aching head, eyes looking into Eddie’s as you do. You giggle when he groans through clenched teeth, the sound making his head fuzzy. Your lips close around the tip, and you start to bob your head, taking a little more of him in your mouth each time.

“Damn, baby you look pretty like this,” Eddie says. You moan around him, vibrations only adding to his pleasure, and you reach up for his hand. Eddie takes his left hand from the car and lets you put it in your hair, and when you squeeze your fingers around his, he takes the hint and grabs a handful of your hair in his fist. A whimper comes from your throat, causing Eddie to buck his hips forward.

“Shit, I’m sorry, baby,” Eddie says when you choke around him. You pull off of his cock and look up at him with tears leaking from your eyes, makeup starting to get smudged.

“Don’t be sorry. Want you to fuck my throat.” Immediately returning your mouth around his dick, Eddie tightens his hold on your hair and starts to thrust his hips. He watches himself disappear between your lips, enjoying the wet warmth of your mouth. When the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, Eddie throws his head back with a groan, hand tightening both on the car and in your soft hair.

“Fuck, sweetheart. God, as much as I love your mouth, I want your pussy.”

You let him fall from your mouth, pretty pink lips twisting into a pout.

“Didn’t even get to suck on your balls,” you say.

“Next time,” Eddie says as he huffs a laugh. He reaches down and helps you stand up, lips attacking your neck as he slides his hands under the hem of your tank top. The moans and whimpers you let out as Eddie secures his lips over your pulse point go straight to his cock, twitching between your two bodies. Fingernails scratch lightly over Eddie's abdomen as you slip your hands underneath his t-shirt, moving up to rub over his chest. He breaks away from your neck to toss his shirt off, followed by your tank top. The black lace bra you're wearing makes Eddie want to fall to his knees. Instead, he goes back to pressing kisses against your neck, trailing them up to the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“Can I touch you, baby?” Eddie whispers against your hair.

“Uh huh,” you whimper out. He wastes no time in cupping your breasts in his palms, squeezing over the thin material. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, teeth grazing against your earlobe. “You like when I touch you?”

“Yes, Eddie. Love it so much.” You reach behind you and unclasp your bra, letting the silky straps slide down your shoulders. Eddie immediately rids you of the garment and palms your bare breasts. His thumbs flick over your pebbled nipples, making you arch your body into his touch.

Reluctantly pulling his hands away from you, Eddie turns around and closes the hood of the car behind him. Turning back to you, Eddie wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up, setting your ass on the hood. His lips attach to your nipple, thumb coming up to play with the other one. Your hands go to his hair, tangling in his curls as his tongue laps at your breast.

The soft skin of your thighs under his hands feels like silk as he moves his hands from your knees up underneath your skirt. When his fingers come in contact with your bare pussy, Eddie moans around your nipple before pulling off the bud.

“No panties? You’re really fucking trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

The giggle you let out has him smiling adoringly at you before he captures your lips in another kiss, pushing your skirt up to bunch at your waist. Breathing heavily, you break apart and Eddie takes one of your legs, lifting it over his shoulder. You lean back on your elbows, the cool metal kissing your heated skin.

Eddie trails kisses up the inside of your thigh, your head dropping back just from the pleasure of that small act. Letting your other leg drop to the side, opening yourself up more to the sexy curly haired man, you lift your head back up to watch Eddie get closer to your core. His hot breath hits your bare sex and it sends a shiver up your spine.

“Eddie, please,” you whine.

“Please what, baby?” Eddie teases, pressing a kiss to the apex of your thigh.

“Please put your mouth on me.” The whimper that escapes your lips pushes Eddie over the edge; he needs to taste you. Already intoxicated by every part of you, Eddie leans in and licks a broad stripe from your hole up your clit.

“Fuck,” you pant out as Eddie does it again and again.

“Knew you’d taste good, baby,” Eddie says against your pussy. “But shit, you’re even sweeter than I thought.”

When you reach down to grip Eddie’s hair and give it a small tug, he moans against your clit, sending a vibration through your core that has you curling your toes. Tongue keeping a steady pace on your sensitive bundle of nerves, Eddie slips two fingers into your needy hole, making the pressure in your lower belly tighten. He curls those fingers upward, massaging against your inner wall and hits the spot that has you seeing stars.

“T-There,” you stutter out. “Shit, Eddie, right there.”

The way you say his name makes Eddie think more favorably about it than he has in his whole life. He’d be content to just hear you say his name over and over again.

Eddie thrusts his fingers so they hit the same spot repeatedly, tongue expertly working your cute little button.

“Close, baby,” you tell him, the pet name going straight to his cock. He feels your walls start to spasm around his fingers and the thought of you doing that around his dick almost has him coming right then and there. “Eddie, yes. Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum.”

It’s all the warning he gets before you’re soaking his fingers, your release drooling down his hand as well. Eddie pulls his mouth off your clit and presses soft kisses against your thigh as you come down from your high.

You lay back against the hood and windshield of the car, breasts heaving as you try and catch your breath. Eddie grins as he sees the fucked out expression on your face, staring up at the garage ceiling.

“How was that, gorgeous?” he asks, trailing his fingertips over your knees.

“Hardest I’ve ever cum,” you tell him with a dreamy sigh. You push yourself up and pull Eddie’s head down to yours, melding your mouths together. He licks into your mouth, and you wrap your legs around his waist, sliding down the car until your wet heat is pressing against his throbbing cock.

“Babe,” Eddie mumbles against your lips. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Don’t care,” you say as you wind your arms around his neck. “M’on the pill. Not that I’d mind having you knock me up, anyway.”

Eddie drops his head to your shoulder and lets out a whine. “Fuck, you can’t say shit like that and expect me not to want to keep you.”

“So, keep me,” you say with a shrug. When Eddie lifts his head to look at you, you’re biting your lip and looking at him with wide eyes.

“You want me to keep you forever?” Eddie asks in a quiet voice.

“Forever,” you affirm. “Keep me.” You press a kiss to his neck. “Fuck me.” Another kiss. “Knock me up.” Another kiss. “Marry me. Whatever you want, I’m yours.”

Eddie groans and presses his lips to yours and you reach down, lining him up with your entrance. He pushes into you, and you gasp against his mouth. Your ankles lock behind his back as Eddie slowly fills you up, inch by inch until he’s buried up to the hilt.

“Shit, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers in the air between you. “Feel so good. Pussy’s so fucking tight. Think you were made just for me, darling.”

All you’re capable of doing is whimpering in response. Eddie reaches deeper inside you than anyone else has before and you never want to feel less than this full again.

“M’so full, Eddie,” you whine.

“I know, baby,” he coos, his hips finding a steady rhythm. “I’ve got you.”

You drop your head down to his shoulder as he pounds harder into you, your fingers digging into his shoulders at the exquisite pleasure. The pressure is also building in your lower abdomen, tightening more and more. Eddie can tell as your nails dig into his skin, and he looks forward to seeing what kind of mark they leave there. It’ll only be fair for you both to have marks, since there’s already a nice purple bruise forming on the side of your neck.

Wanting to hit that sweet spot inside of you again, Eddie gently encourages you to lay back on the hood of the car so he can adjust the angle of his hips. You look so pretty like this, he thinks. Hair mussed up, mouth red and kissed bruised, lying in front of him – where his cock keeps burying inside of you – back arching and tits bouncing in time with his thrusts. You look perfect.

Eddie shifts his hips just slightly and on the next thrust your fingers are scrambling on the hood of the car, trying to find something, anything to hold on to. Smirking in satisfaction now that he’s found that magic spot, he reaches up and links your hand with his, giving you something to hold on to. His hips also begin to piston in and out of you at a relentless pace, repeatedly hitting your spot that has your eyes squeezed closed in pleasure.

“Fuck!” you cry out. “Eddie!”

He can feel himself getting closer, his release not far off as he tries to make you come a second time. By your body’s responses, he knows you’re close too.

“Eddie!” Every time you scream his name it’s like music to his ears. “Eddie, oh, Eddie!”

“Eddie!” Three loud bangs jerk Eddie out of his fantasy. “Dinner’s ready, Eddie! Are you done yet?”

Why Brittany has to yell when it’s only a two-inch-thick piece of wood between them, he’ll never understand. “Eddie!”

“Just a second!” he calls back. Brittany sighs and her footsteps disappear down the hall.

Eddie braces one arm against the shower wall, the other hand firmly grasping his painfully hard cock, and he squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to let the rest of the fantasy play out.

“Gonna come again,” you whine. Eddie uses the hand that isn’t holding yours to pull your body up until it’s pressed flush against his. You moan and whimper against his lips and Eddie knows he can die a happy man. Both of your hands go to his hair, and Eddie takes his newly freed hand down between your legs. He rubs tight fast circles over your clit, making your hips rock up to meet his thrusts.

As your orgasm starts to take over your body, you press your lips to Eddie’s, sharing a hot searing kiss full of tongues and hot breath. The waves of pleasure roll over you, the noises you're making the prettiest Eddie’s ever heard. Makes sense coming from the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. The sounds mixed with your sweet pussy clenching around his cock is his undoing. Eddie comes hard inside of you, painting your walls with his white release. His eyes squeeze shut as he rides out his high, chest heaving with heavy breaths, and sweat dotted along his forehead.

“Fuck,” you say. “You feel so good inside me. Never want you to pull out.”

Eddie opens his eyes but you’re not laying there in front of him. He’s not buried inside of you, he’s holding himself in his hand, his seed coating the shower wall and some of his own hand. Even though you’re not there though, the ecstasy he’s feeling from the orgasm and the warm fuzzy feeling floating around his abdomen are still because of you. Of how you make Eddie feel.

The hot shower water gets turned down a bit so he can rinse off the sweat that’s accumulated on his body and clean both the wall and hand free from his cum. He takes a deep breath and turns the water off.

Stepping out of the shower into the steamed-up bathroom, Eddie grabs the towel hanging on a hook and wraps it around his waist. He shakes his hair out like a wet dog, sending little splatters of water all around the small space. He dresses quickly, mostly so Brittany doesn’t come back around to yell again, and runs the towel over his hair.

Stepping out of the bathroom door, the rest of the house feels considerably cooler than the sauna of a bathroom. Eddie tosses the towel into the hamper in his bedroom and heads down the hall towards the kitchen.

Luke slides out of his room on his socks, knocking into Eddie’s leg. The little boy just giggles, looking up at his dad and taking his freshly cleaned hand into his own little one. Eddie can feel his son staring at him and he looks down to see big blue eyes staring back up at him.

“What?” Eddie asks.

“You took a shower?” Luke asks.

“Yeah, why?”

“That all you did since you came home?”

“Yeah, why?” Eddie repeats.

Luke shrugs. “You look happy.” He drops his dad’s hand and walks into the kitchen.

Eddie stands there in the hallway, sliding his hands into his pockets. He does feel the smile on his face now that Luke mentioned it. It keeps him from wanting to go into the kitchen because he’s sure Brittany will wipe it off his face in no time. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Picturing your pretty face makes his heart lurch in his chest and he knows he’s in trouble. But he can keep this a secret. He’s not going to tell anyone about these feelings. It’s just something he can keep inside of him and think about when he needs a smile. Or to get off.

#eddie munson #older!eddie #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #babysitter!reader #request #AYW #AYWS

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thelovelylolly · 6 months

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Hello! Would you be interested in writing a Miguel x reader fic with a reader who doesn’t want children? I don’t see any of them around so I’d love to see one, and that it’s angstyy and the reader is in love with him and wished they wanted kids but they don’t and is already so heartbroken and assumes he would want them because he loved being a dad. The reader thinks that their relationship will be as good as over. And maybe they could be engaged at this point.

Also the reader keeps thinking ‘what if he finds another variant of Gabriella who needs a father?’ lots of angstttt please but then hurt/comfort 🙇‍♀️ but if you don’t want to write it that’s ok. thank you!

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Summary: You don't want kids, but your soon-to-be husband loved being a dad and having a family. Warnings: hurt/comfort, negative thoughts, self doubt, angsty, google translated spanish (let me know if i missed anything) Notes: yesss!!!! i love this idea! i only see miguel x reader fics where reader is ready for a family/has a family already and as much as i enjoy those, sometimes i wish it wasn't the majority of fics :) thank you for your request!

You always knew you didn't want kids. When you were little, you never wanted to be a parent when you played house with your friends. As a teenager, your friends were off doing babysitting jobs, but you never felt cut out for it. In your adult years, all your friends were getting baby-fever or actually having babies. It never really clicked with you, so you just decided that having kids wasn't for you.

When you determined you didn't want kids, you wanted to make sure whoever you spent the rest of your life with understood that. Miguel was perfect, but after a while of dating, he opened up about his daughter and how he loved being a dad. You brushed it off as him remembering his daughter and still coping with what happened to her, which he always avoided talking about.

Then, shortly after you two were engaged, he started talking about kids more and more. You had mentioned, once things started to get serious between you two, that you didn't intend on having kids and he seemed to be perfectly fine with it. Did something change?

You loved Miguel and wanted to give him everything you had, but kids? You knew Miguel wouldn't force you to do anything that you didn't want to do, but would he leave you to find someone who did want a family? You didn't want him to leave, you two were getting married soon, but what if this was the one big thing that could end your engagement? What if you let this simmer for years and when he eventually brings up starting a family, your decision causes a divorce? What if he left you for another universe where he could have a family?

You let your doubtful thoughts eat at you for a while, and without knowing, you started to close yourself off from Miguel. He noticed it though.

You were sitting on your couch one day, enjoying one of your current reads and a cup of tea, when Miguel came in and sat next to you.

"Are you doing okay?" He asked, draping his arm across the back of the couch behind you.

"Mhm," you hummed, leaning down to place your tea and book down before turning to face him. "Why do you ask?"

"You've been...off, amor," he answered, gently tracing patterns on your shoulder. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

"I do, but...I don't know, it feels stupid."

"Hey, just talk to me, okay? I want to help you with whatever's going on, because something is clearly going on."

You sighed, looking away for a second to gather your thoughts then turning and meeting his gaze again.

"I don't want kids. At all," you wanted to give him a second to reply, but you kept going to get it off your chest. "I don't think I've ever wanted kids. When I was little, I never wanted to play with baby dolls or anything like that. I never wanted to babysit for neighbors, I never got baby fever and whenever I held a baby, nothing clicked in me to make me want one of my own. It just...it's not for me, I guess. And I know you loved your daughter and loved being a dad, but I'm not going to budge on my choice. If you want to leave me and find someone else who wants kids, I don't blame you. I want to give you everything I can, Miguel, just not a family."

Silence sat between you two as you both took a deep breath, letting your words sink in. You felt a lump form in your throat and tears pool in your eyes, but you held it back. You could see the pain in Miguel's eyes, and you guessed it was from your words. You were ready for him to get up and leave, or for him to try to convince you to give it a chance, but you would just stand your ground.

Miguel gently cupped your cheek, almost making you break.

"Did...did I make you feel that way?" He asked weakly. "Did I make you feel like you're not good enough for me?"

The dam broke and you started to sob. Miguel wrapped his arms tightly around you, pressing kisses to the top of your head. He let you sob into his chest, letting you get it all out. When you pulled away to look at him, he wiped away any stray tears that were left.

"You never made me feel like this, Miguel. It was all me and my stupid thoughts. I'm sorry-"

"Stop, you don't have anything to be sorry about, cariño. As much as I want another chance to be a dad, I'm not going to throw away what we have and leave you just to get it. I love you, and if you don't want kids, then we won't have kids."

You smiled at him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

"I love you so much, Miguel."

"I love you, too."

You laid your head against his chest and melted into his touch, his finger trailing up and down your back.

"You know," he started, "we could get a dog instead."

"How about a cat?"

Miguel smiled. "A cat it is."

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fanfic #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel ohara fanfic #miguel o'hara x you

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hikarimiyanaga · 5 months

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The Queen's Bride (Part 1)

Summary :

Being a rich man's kid isn't as exciting as everyone makes it out to be.

You have no freedom.

Every choice has been made for you ever since you were born.

What you eat. What course you were going to study. What school you're going to.

Even the one you were going to marry.

So to your surprise, your father has finally chosen one thing right for you.

Daenerys Targaryen.

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

Look who's finally watching Game of Thrones. Surprise, surprise, I fell in love with Daenerys.

"This is bullshit!" Jon, your cousin, shouts as he paces around you.

Both of you were just given two names.

Two people you never met that you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

"Who the fuck is Ygritte and why do I have to marry her?" Jon shouts in frustration and you shrug.

"I mean, Father could've paired you with one of the Lannisters. Myrcella is an omega-"

"Shut up." Jon glares at you.

"You have to admit it. Ygritte is pretty as fuck."

"Lucky for Robb, huh? He's the heir so he could choose freely."

"She is. But- I don't know her, Y/N." Jon sighs as he sits next to you.

"Lucky asshole." You slap his arm.

"He's my big brother."

"He is. I wish I could be the heir."

"Seriously? You? Jon Stark of Winterfell Corp? Are you hearing me?"

"Shut up." The two of you look at each other then laugh. "Yours is pretty too, by the way. And a Targaryen too."

"Why them? Our mottos are literally parallels."

"Yeah. Winter is Coming."

"Fire and Blood. Like why her?" You groan at the ceiling.

"Just be glad that she's pretty. Some don't get that lucky."

"Are you talking about-" Jon nods and you sigh.

"I just wish we had freedom."

"Me too. Y/N. Me too."

You get your bag and look at the empty apartment around you.

"I need Sansa to room with me. Like gods, this place is fucking big enough for ten people at least." You mumble to yourself as you leave the apartment.

Just like everything else in your life. The apartment was provided by your Father, Ned Stark. You could count the number of times on your fingers that you've actually talked to him rather than just receive orders or scolding from him.

Your phone rings just as you get inside the Westeros University. You answer it as you see your little sister's name.

"Y/N! How are you?" You smile at Arya's voice.

"I'm good, Arry. Where are you?" How is she calling you right now?

"I'm at home. There was a lice problem at school today so we went home! Are you free??" You grin at her exciting tone.

"In two hours, I will be. Why?"

"Can we go play? Mom said she'll let me go to the mall if I'm with you!"

"Sure, can you wait there and behave?"

"Yep! See you later!"

"See you." You say softly and smile as you go to your first and last class of the day. You were so glad that you chose your own schedule. You sit down at your usual seat and hum as you take out your laptop. Looks like professor Varys is late today.

Westeros University is the biggest University in all of Westeros. It has lessons even in magic.

"Did you hear, Y/N?" You look up as Oberyn sits beside you. You were somewhat friends. He can charm anyone in a room while you can outread anyone in a room. Truth be told, even you didn't know why he talked to you.

"Hear what?"

"Not interested in rumors as usual?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Even if Varys tells us otherwise, I still don't like rumors and hearsays." Oberyn nods and grins in satisfaction.

"Which is why you make the perfect audience." You sigh. "Listen to this. Someone is doing it."

"Doing what?"

"Seeing if the dragons will choose them."

"Seriously? That thing hasn't been done in like 200 years."

"Right? But someone is brave enough to do it now. You know what it means, right?"

"Yeah. They get to sit on the Iron Throne regardless of their last name."

"And?" You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion.

"And what?"

"Complete freedom!" You tilt your head at him. "No more choices by parents! No arranged marriages!"

"Damn. Sounds like a dream come true."

"For you guys. I still don't get why you guys won't love freely."

"Because last names have a value of their own. Here at Westeros at least. Oh. And Westeros Conglomerate too." Oberyn shakes his head.

"What you guys should value is talent, not blood."

"Meritocracy rather than blood right. Reasonable." Oberyn looks at you. "I don't make the choices though."

"Marry the king then."

"I'd rather die, Oberyn. I'd rather eat my own shit."

"Still hate men?"

"Only romantically." Oberyn chuckles just as Varys comes through the door.

"You're missing out on like half of the world then." You give him a smile.

"I don't think I am."

You hum as you park your car in front of the Stark Mansion. You were just getting your bag when you feel a pair of arms circle around your legs. You look down and see Arya smiling at you.

"Hey, Arya!" You scoop her up and she squeals. Arya is only 9 years younger but you love doing this to her. "Where's Ma and Father?"

"Dad is still at work! Ma is inside!" You put her down and nod.

"Come on, then. I'll tell Ma that I'll take you to the mall." Arya grins at you and she begins to tell you about her classmates and school.

"And then this one guy-"

"Y/N! You're home!" Catelyn Stark rushes over and hugs you. You hug her just as tightly.

"Hey, Ma. Arya wanted to play with me and it's been months since I've been home so I figured I should take her."

"I'm sure she understands that you're busy with university and all."

"I know, Ma! But school is out and she said she was free." Arya pouts from beside you and you smile.

"I am free, no worries." You ruffle Arya's hair and she smiles at you.

"Be sure to be back for Dinner then."

"We'll buy some before we get home. Are Robb and Father-"

"Busy." You nod in understanding then take Arya's hand.

"You ready for an afternoon with me? Your best sister?"

"YEAH! We'll destroy those high scores in the arcade!" You grin and agree.

You come home with a passed out Arya, a bag full of plushies, and a bag with food.

"You actually made her sleep? You are a godsend." You laugh at your mom and grin.

"Once you get Arya's quirks and use them against her, she can make herself run out of energy."

"Please don't tell-"

"Ma, she wants to. She can afford to learn it still."

"But her marri-"

"She's still 9, ma. She doesn't need to think about that yet."

"Right. Are you staying for dinner at least?"

"Sure. Is Sansa-" Before you finish your sentence, someone has already hugged you.

"Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" You turn around and find your other little sister, Sansa Stark.

"Well, I had to exhaust this one so." Sansa looks at Arya who was cuddling your neck still.

"Whoa. Arya never sleeps this early."

"Like I said. Exhausted. Are Brandon and Rickon here?"

"Yep! They should be getting back from Winterfell by now."

"What did they do there??"

"Father wanted to show them something. Are you staying tonight?"

"If you're willing to share your bed."

"ALWAYS!" You shush her and smile.

"I'll just be putting this one in her bed then I'll come down. Here." You give the bag full of food to Catelyn and smile. "Some of my favorites."

"I'll plate them up." You nod and begin your walk with Arya still sleeping while cuddling your neck.

"You're becoming heavier, Arya. I wonder if I should do some training just so I can carry you around."

"Y/N! You're back!" Brandon says then hugs you.

"Hey, little brother." You kiss his head and smile as he beams at you.

"SIS!" Rickon shouts then tackles you to no avail.

"Heya, baby bro." You pick him up and grin. "Did you grow??"

"I did! I'm defeating Arya soon!" You grin at him.

"Don't let her hear you!" You ruffle his hair then turn to Sansa. "Did you do your homework yet?"

"No? Will you help me later?" She gives you her puppy dog eyes and you groan at her. You admit that you're too weak to your siblings.

"Fine. But no talking about boys. I swear to God if I hear one more thing about-"

"But Ser Loras is just so dreamy." You look at her with a deadpan expression.

"Try me and I will sleep besides Arya." Sansa pouts.

"Fine. No boy talk." She grumbles. "Stingy."

"I'm gay. I'd rather marry another omega as long as she's a woman." Catelyn smiles as she sees you getting along with your siblings.

"Do not plant ideas in their head."

"Ma, Sansa is as straight as a ruler. These two don't even know what their second genders are." Catelyn rolls her eyes at you. "That reminds me, when's your test?" You look at Sansa as you place Rickon at his seat.

"This Monday! I'm so excited to confirm that I'm an Omega!"

"And if you're a beta?" You ask and Catelyn slaps your arm. "What? There's nothing wrong about being a beta! I wanted to be one before."

"You did?" Sansa asks and you nod. "Why?"

"More options." Catelyn hits your head and you laugh.

"Why? Does being an omega lessen your options?"

"Technically, I can't have another omega as my soulmate. Not that it matters."

"Oh yeah, dad said he sent you someone." You roll your eyes at that.

"He sent a file of someone. He wouldn't just let some stranger in my apartment."

"Who is it?? Can we know??" You groan at the excitement in Sansa's voice. There's nothing more that interests her than love talk.

"She's a Targaryen."

"The Dragon Family!" Rickon shouts and you ruffle his hair.

"Yup! Bran, do you know their motto?" Brandon hums as he gets some food.

"Yeah. Fire and Blood, right?"

"Yup! You all will get some ice cream. I brought some earlier." Catelyn glares at you. "What?"

"Cavities."

"I only visit once in a while, Ma. Just this once." Catelyn pinches your cheek. "Ow! Give! Give!"

"Just this once and don't ever do this again without saying anything to me."

"Yes, Ma! I got it! Ow!" Catelyn finally lets you go and you hold your cheek. You pout at her. "You didn't have to pinch that hard."

"You know how I feel about sweets." You sigh.

"I know. Sorry."

"Good thing the ice cream didn't give Rickon sugar rush."

"Yeah. It was a relief that Ma didn't pinch me."

"Those two boys really love you and adore you."

"They do." You look at Sansa and pat her hair. "I hope you become a beta, baby girl." Sansa scoffs at you.

"Wha- why!?" You smile sadly at her.

"So then you'll have more freedom." Sansa holds your hand. "Sadly. As an Omega, everything is controlled for you here in Westeros. Specially if you have a last name of a noble."

"Y/N." You squeeze her hand and grin.

"Hopefully, you and Arya get to decide your own futures. And your own partners." Sansa gets teary eyed at that. You let go of her hand then pat her hair again. "Time to get ready for bed. I'll just check on Arya for a second, okay?" Sansa nods at you and you close her door before covering your mouth with your hand.

Freedom. What a grand word. For you, it was thrown out the window when you got your test results.

Everyone says that Omegas have equal standings with Alphas. That the world is getting better.

"What a load of fucking bullshit." You mumble to yourself as you make your way to Arya's room.

You open the door and see that Arya is still fast asleep. You get to her bed and kiss her head.

"I hope you'll have more freedom than me, little one." You tuck her in and leave.

PS.

Jon is a Stark here and Catelyn knows he's Lyanna's son but no one knows who his father is. Let's just pretend for a second that he's not a Targaryen.

I actually was going to go the usual route for this aka Alpha Reader but decided against it. Omega Reader just works better for the angst inside my head.

#daenerys targaryen x reader #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #omegaverse #omegaverse fanfic #omegaverse fic

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yurislotusgarden · 9 months

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Menaces in Love

ʚїɞ Nakahara Chuuya x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 825

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just pure fluff, probably ooc Chuuya, you and Chuuya are married in this one loves, pet names used: doll, reader's gender is not specified in any way (hopefully), you both are goddamn menaces but in this one, it's mostly reader

It’s 3:07 am, a normal hour for the both of you to be awake. Chuuya was trying to fall asleep as he had to go out early in the morning, but goddammit are you not letting him do that. You’ve been asking dumb questions for the past half an hour, and surprisingly been quiet for the past 5 minutes. The ginger’s savoring it, to say the least.

Such a sad fact is that his dumbass of a spouse can’t stay quiet.

“Chuu?” A murmur came from behind, Your arms around his waist, a nice position, only if he could sleep.

“What is it this time?” The tone used by Chuuya is with no questions, showing being done.

“...I’m just thinking… what if aliens think that we are the aliens?” The [h/c]ette said with a for some reason serious tone, which caused questions in the gingers head, looking at the question asked.

Chuuya turned around, confused to hell and back “The fuck you talking about?”

Let’s just say there was a debate on that for over an hour and Chuuya indeed didn’t get his beauty sleep.

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It isn’t you.

The only thing on Chuuya’s mind were those simple 3 words.

Your dear husband has gotten sent on a longer mission, one that can take up to a week, and mind you, but our beloved short stack would want his routine cuddles right now. If there’s one thing he hates to miss, it’s those goddamn cuddles.

At the moment it was 4 am, and the short figure of his could be seen laying widely awake on the hotel bed, hugging a pillow, wishing and trying to imagine it was his beloved spouse.

“Goddammit, maybe they’re right, maybe I’m the clingy one”

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5 am, that’s how late, or perhaps early, Chuuya came back to the apartment. He tried to be quiet, in case that you were asleep.

Wishful thinking.

The moment the ginger came relatively close to the bed, he was pulled down into a pair of arms.

“Missed you” A murmur from under him.

“I know, I missed you too” A quiet answer. A hand on your head, running though your hair.

The short figure chuckled, completely expecting something like this but still amused. A similar situation happens every time he’s on a mission longer than 3 days.

“Have you slept lately?” Came the question from him, brown eyes looking at your face as much as he can in this position.

“Of course”

Chuuya knew it’s a lie, after all, you always had problems with sleeping if you were unsure of whether the ginger’s safe or not. The distance didn’t help for sure, but there’s no sense in pointing it out.

“I have free today if that helps, we can sleep in” Chuuya indeed does, Mori gave him a day off. For what reasons? The male doesn't know, and he thinks he’d rather stay in the dark on this one.

“Perfect, because there’s no way in hell we're getting out of this bed until 12”

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“Alright alright alright but what about this?”

The ginger groans, he just wants to sleep. “Go to sleep”

“Do you think that we would still be together in an alternate universe?” A teasing whisper, where the ginger can practically hear your smile.

“Go to sleep” “What if Chuuya’s a girl there?” “Go to sleep” An excited gasp could be heard. “What if we have kids there by now-”

“you’re about to sleep on the couch-”

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“I have a serious question”

Chuuya looked over to the doorway from where he was sitting. “An actual serious question or is it serious in your eyes only?”

A frown could be seen on your face. “An actual serious question Chuu Chuu”

The ginger head only scowled at the nickname and stopped himself from making a comeback. He really doesnt know where you got the nickname from. “Then shoot”

“... Why me?” You answered in a quiet soft voice, making Chuuya confused. If there’s one thing he knows from all these years of knowing you, it’s that you don’t act like this unless you’re actually serious or truthful, just generally this kind of moments.

“Dumbass, it’s obvious” He couldn't stop himself from a small teasing while turning back around, just how dumb can his spouse get?

You groan. “Chuu! C’mon just answer my question!” Chuuya softly chuckles.

“Are you gonna answer or am I gonna stay in the dark?”

“...When I saw you, everyone else seemed to disappear”

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“Listen Chuu. I can get your cereal-soup argument, but there’s absolutely nothing you can say or do in this universe to convince me that a hot dog is a fucking sandwich”

“Wha- What do you mean?” The ginger was confused, why do you not get it? “Doll, it’s simple! Imagine the bread around as normal bread and the inside-”

“No!”

Both of you sometimes wonder why you’re married to each other of all people.

Notes, comments, reblogs and anything else is greatly appreciated <3

#thinking of menace talking is hard #why #chuuya bsd #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #nakahara chuuya #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #gender neautral reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #fluff

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theskeptileptic · 3 months

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my dream peter parker/batfam fanfic would be like a borscht of all the best tropes from ao3 with these seasonings:

au divergence after end game. but instead of tony snapping, peter snaps. he’s dead, he’s died, except maybe the stones hear his last wish as “keep them safe” and interprets it broadly to mean him too—so they yeet him to the dc universe.

but he’s not magically healed. so his arm/side is charred and damaged and his healing is taking care of brain damage but only the worst of it. boy’s got amnesia and a paralyzed arm and landed, let’s say, exactly where the NY battle against Thanos was being held but in this universe, that happens to be a Bristol skatepark at eleven-thirty at night

where a sixteen year-old tim drake is angsting pretty hard and struggling with his own recovery post a Rogue smack down that has left him with some newly acquired, long-term physical disabilities

(and tim, who has convinced the batfam that he has an uncle to care for him, is also dealing with all the juicy unreliable narrator tropes these orphan boys seem to acquire like pokémon cards—he doesn’t think he’s part of the family, he can’t be useful anymore, he’s stepping back to give jason and damian space)

(and let’s say, bruce is also missing because, it’s my story, so dick hasn’t been able to look into the uncle thing because he’s dealing with becoming a dad to an angsty 12 year-old assassin kid who is threatening to run back to Ra’s but is also clearly in need of love)

(and let’s also say, jason is trying hard but isn’t talking to dick right now because he thinks tim shouldn’t have been allowed to fight the rogues in the first place, so he’s unreachable for the moment)

but now tim is staring at this boy who has popped up in his old skatepark and has to give first aid but can’t because of his own difficulties

so he calls jason who answers because it’s tim and tim was really hurt, and tim freaks out and jason comes and they call an ambulance for the boy

peter is unconscious but opens his eyes when the ambulance gets to the park. tim is talking softly to him and peter reaches out because tim reminds him of ned.

peter’s sticky powers mean tim has to come to the hospital with him because when peter fainted again, he was still attached to tim’s hand

“who is the boy?” “how did he get so hurt?” ask the hospital, cps, gcpd. so they take fingerprints and blood and dna and low and behold, a match.

because it’s my story

and i’m a genie

granting wishes to myself

and i’m a glutton

and i will die choking on my own sweet, sugary fluff

dick grayson is the father. (because richard parker is richard grayson is my kryptonite) jason realizes his brother will need some major help, so they reunite over this news.

tim sticks around once peter wakes and they all realize peter has amnesia.

“oh, my uncle won’t mind me staying here for a bit. he’s on a business trip.”

(later on in this huge behemoth of a head canon, tim and peter solve the mystery of bruce being lost in time. i’d love to see a red robin au where peter and tim are working together and dick is trying to keep his alternate universe son from spider-manning in front of ra’s.)

lots of angst potential when peter’s memory returns.

potential running away

potential misunderstandings?

alfred is not uncle ben, peter knows this, but sometimes, peter hangs out in the kitchen because alfred will say the same things uncle ben said, just in a better accent

jason and peter bond instantly. damian and peter bond instantly. how does tim handle a kid his age, going through some of the same health, physical challenges, who just seems to have a much easier time getting along with his brothers?

delicious.

#bruce wayne #batman #batfam #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #peter parker #spider-man #fanfic

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tilldeathdoesmedirty · 4 months

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Another Day 1

Warnings: dub-con/non-con, age gap, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, emotional abuse, physical abuse, possibly other triggering events.

Characters: dark!Steve Rogers.

Summary: Be careful what you wish for, one day it could come true. And that might just be your savior in disguise, all it takes is a little bit of persuasion.

Interact on your own accord. You have been warned.

Any reblog, comment, feedback is well received and appreciated! Enjoy <3

Another week, another day, another hour. Every single time the same.

It’s like a torturous cycle that’s never ending. Like the universe is playing a cruel joke on you and you’re waiting for someone, anyone to come out with cameras and tell you that you’re on a reality TV show and this was just an experiment.

Or at least wishing that you were like the main character from The Truman Show and one day you would find a way out. But what a surprise. Life isn’t that simple.

You let out a sigh as you throw your head back, leaning in the hard chair at your dull job. You look up at the grey painted ceiling, forgetting about the cheap lightbulb that was ironically placed above you in the exact same spot you are seated in as the awful light shines on your face.

You immediately squint your eyes, reverting your gaze away from the light, regretting that you ever made the decision to look up, getting even more frustrated with the situation you found yourself in.

You swear internally as you get up from the chair while closing the laptop, yet another cheap object provided by your employer. Your job working at a sales agency never was much of an interest honestly but as long as you can afford your rent and groceries you could never complain that much.

As you went to take your coat, you look over at your coworker with a defeated smile on your face.

“Gonna go out for a bit, I need a break… Let me know if you need any help.”

He barely gives a nod in return, not even sparing a glance in your way, clearly his full attention being on whatever he was doing on his laptop.

You pay no mind to it though, already used to people not giving you much thought. You make your way toward the exit of the rather small and depressing building, grateful that you were placed on the ground floor instead of the third or fourth floor, obviously no elevator in sight.

Only stairs. A lot of them.

Your whole body shivers as you make contact with the cold weather, which probably was like three or four degrees outside. Your coat not doing much either as you look at the fog that was forming at every breath you took.

You wrap your arms around yourself in hope of making the cold more bearable as you look around, at nothing in particular, just observing people walking by, kids playing in the snow and couples holding hands.

It brought a smile to your face as you enjoy the crowded street, losing yourself in the noise and the nostalgic feeling it gives you. Remembering the old days where you were walking with your mom, just talking and laughing, without a care in the whole world.

Yet the bittersweet moment doesn't last for long as you are rudely awakened from your daydream. You feel a body crashing into yours. You quickly look up, startled by the sudden interaction. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes, obviously taller than you.

He looks down at you with an apologetic expression, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“So sorry sweetheart, in this crowd it’s too hard to see much of anything.” he gives a small chuckle.

You stare at him dumbfounded. He tilts his head as he waits patiently for your response, unfortunately you realize only after a few seconds what has happened. You straighten yourself.

“S-sorry, sir, I didn't mean to be rude,” you shake your head in embarrassment.

“And no, no problem at all!” You quickly add, cursing at how your voice went up a pitch.

He gives a small hum in return, still smiling, seeming as if he’s pleased with your reply.

“In this case, if you don’t mind me asking,” he looks around.

“I seem to be a bit lost, do you perhaps know where I can find Elite Sales?”

Your eyes go wide as you hear him call out the name of the company you work for, but quickly regain yourself. Of course he wouldn’t know where to find it. The goddamn company didn’t even think to at least put up a poster with the half assed, original name as they call it, on the damn building.

“Good thing you found me then,” you gave the man a smile.

“I work for the company, I can help you with whatever you’re looking to buy.” you say trying to be as polite as possible as you instinctively go into the customer service voice.

“Here is our, er, building.”

He took his time studying the building in question as you patiently wait for him to make a move. You watch him with curious eyes, they can't help but wander as you study every single detail. The way he's dressed… long heavy coat, turtleneck sweater which fits his upper body perfectly, showing how well built he is, classic straight slim suit pants and classic leather shoes which on their own probably cost more than what you make in a single month.

‘’I don’t mind the staring sweetheart… but I’m kind of in a hurry.’’

You snap back to reality as you realize how he probably saw you staring at him like an idiot. You feel so stupid and embarrassed, you don't even say anything back. You make your way inside the building, dreading the work that awaits you. Occasionally stealing glances at the man, making sure he is still following behind you. You see your only coworker present in the room, being as busy as ever, still not acknowledging you nor the customer.

‘’Right then, if you could kindly explain to me what exactly you’re looking for?’’ you say as you take a pen and notebook from your desk.

He lets out a sigh as he folds his arms ‘’Not entirely sure…’’

Your eye twitches just the tiniest bit. Not the first time you have to deal with customers like him.

‘’Sir, I can’t help you if you don’t give me at least an idea.’’ you say as your patience is starting to wear thin.

‘’Alright, alright,’’ he chuckles.

You give him a frown as you don’t find any of this funny, but he just brushes you off as he continues.

‘’Tell me sweetheart, how are your safety locks?’’ he looks at you with a serious expression.

You were taken aback by his sudden mood change. You blink a couple of times until finally, you reply.

‘’…Could you please elaborate?’’

He shifts to lean against the wall, in a more relaxed position.

‘’Let’s say, for example, I put all of my most prized possessions in a room. I need something to keep it safe, locked.’’ he says, not once breaking eye contact.

‘’Not just any lock.’’

You think for a moment, taking in his words. You hesitantly nod your head yes while you write the information down in your notebook.

‘’Alright sir, I’ll see what I can find.’’ you say as you finish writing the last word ‘’Can I help you with anything else?’’

The man gives you a smile as he moves away from the wall, now standing fully straight ‘’That would be all, dear.’’

‘’Perfect. If you could please give me a name and a phone number so I will know how to contact you?’’ you quickly add, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

‘’Steve Rogers,’’ he starts saying then ends the sentence with his phone number information.

You thank him as you finish writing everything down, now waiting for him to just leave and be on his way.

As he gets to the exit door, he stops for a second to look at you. He calls out your name with a smile on his face, wishing you a good day before leaving. You stand in your spot without moving as you stare dumbly at the door that closed behind him.

You never told him your name.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #fanfic #marvel mcu #dark!steve rogers x reader #captivity

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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stepdad draco x crybaby needy y/n smut

CRYBABY

Pairing: step dad draco x fem reader

Summary: Draco brings you to work but instead of helping like you're supposed to you, you whine about him not touching you until he has enough…

Word count: 1'707

Warning: fingering, daddy kink, oral [female receiving], reader is a crybaby, unrealistic description of taste, dirty talk, oral in a workplace?, Mean Draco to soft Draco

Mistakes are all mine

Universe: step dad

A/n: sorry it took me a while hope you all like it!!?

It wasn't often you went with your stepfather to work. You went with him every once in a while to help around the office, but today he insisted that it was bring your kid to work day to which you told him you were not a child. you were 20 for crying out loud! but he chuckled and said "you're still my girl" so like the good girl you are you didn't argue and made your way into the shower; washing your hair clean of dirt and following up with your skin.

After your shower, you threw on your nice baby blue dress. you had decided you needed to look the part. It hugged you nicely and even gave your breast a nice push. you brushed your teeth again, brushed through your hair, and gave yourself an encouraging nod, only to pull the door open and have the wind knocked straight out of you.

HOLY SHIT.

Now you had seen your stepdad in his business clothes before but you'd never seen him in this all-black suit that he was wearing now. His shoulders were high as he fixed the end of his sleeve. The man looked large and expensive, something you wanted so badly but couldn't afford and he was standing right there in front of you. you swallowed after eyeing him shamelessly.

When you met his eyes they twinkled with a look you recognized very well. He was sex on legs in this suit and you were more than happy to remove every layer of his clothing to worship him like the god he is.

"You look gorgeous," he hummed, licking his lips. you crept forward, fingers wrapping around his tie making him arch a brow.

Don't play dumb Draco. I know you want me.

"Maybe you should cancel so we can stay home" you whispered, and he nodded in agreement.

I got him right where I wanted him.

"tempting," he says bringing his thumb to run over your bottom lip-

Just put it in my mouth and I'll suck it for you

before he pulls back, slapping your ass with his other hand, making you jump.

"But I have work and you're coming today," he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

"Wish I was," you called back, a pout coming to your face as he chuckled. How could Waltz in here, tease you and then reject you for work? What type of man does that?

"You just rejected me" you whined, looking at him as he drove to his company, his hand gripping the wheel making you clench your thighs together as you watched from the back seat. Why were you in the backseat? Because he told you to sit there saying he didn't need distractions while driving.

"I did not reject you! you know if I didn't have work I'd-" he sighed, his blue eyes meeting yours in the rearview mirror. you huffed, turning towards the window your arms crossed over your chest.

"I just wanted you to fuck me" you cried. Draco inhales, focusing his gaze back on the road as you enter the parking lot.

"Don't," he said, pulling into his spot.

"I'm not doing anything," you snapped, jumping out of the car as he turned the key, heading for the building. Draco followed behind you with his jaw clenched as you entered the elevator. He pressed the button to the floor still not saying a word and it only made you more upset.

"Daddy please," you wimped, pulling on his sleeve.

"I said wait! Stop being a brat!" He sneered, tugging his hand away.

"but daddy"

"I said no! that's final." With that, he stepped out of the elevator heading for his office. Your lip trembled at his tone, your eyes watering as you turned towards the girl's bathroom.

Why was he being so mean? Did he not want me to want him?

You can't help that you were so turned on by him this morning. It was him to blame for looking so good. you only wanted him to touch you. You still did, finding the wetness between your legs uncomfortable, but he refused to. The tears escaped your eyes from the sexual frustration before you whipped them away. you met your reflection in the mirror.

Your face was puffy and your skin flustered. you sighed, heading for his office, waving at people who said hello before entering it and taking a seat in the corner. The day continued silently with you running around for him. He'd brush your hand as you grabbed the paper but you didn't make any fuss about it. He seemed to be hurt that you hadn't spoken to him, not even to joke or anything. You sat back in your seat, a pout still on your lips as you flipped through a magazine ignoring his stare across the room.

"[name],"

no answer.

"[name] baby look at me" he called. He was begging. You glanced up for a moment before looking away.

"Don't be like that. I'm sorry I was just busy and a bit stressed out. I wasn't trying to be mean to you babydoll, I'm sorry" he said softly, walking over to you from around the desk, his hand resting on your thigh, sliding its way up.

"Let me make it up to you," he said, his fingers rubbing your, clit through the fabric of your panties.

"Don't you want me to make you feel good baby" you bit your lip trying to hold back the sound making its way out. You were almost mad that you caved so easily. He was always good at making you forget why you were upset.

"Draco," you whine, bucking your hips into his touch. "uh uh that's not my name" he smirks, easing a finger into your tightness. That smirk. You weren't sure if you wanted to slap or kiss him for it. His fingers work inside your warm wet walls with ease.

"daddy" you moaned

"good girl" he praised standing a bit to kiss your lips hard and apologetically, swallowing your cries. your legs trembling as he fingered your sobbing hole.

"you poor baby having to wait for daddy" he teased and you only could whimper in Response.

"You're so wet for me baby, bet I could slip right inside you." He moans. your cunt sucked his digits greedily as your head fell back against the glass of his office.

"You look so pretty like this," he groans before he pulls his fingers away. you whine in protest.

"Hush baby, I'm not done," he says, pulling you from the couch. you stood as he grinned, grabbing a cushion from the couch.

"Lay down princess," he says, helping you walk over. With your head resting on the pillow, he lowers so he's lying between your open legs.

"Beautiful," he says, bringing a blush to your cheeks. He spreads your legs wider so he can fit, his mouth latching onto your pussy, his tongue lapping at your juices as you cry out boldly. His large hands pull you closer, baring him completely between your legs.

He takes your clit between his lips, sucking on the throbbing bud and switching to flicker his warm, wet, tongue against it. Your eyes are rolled in the back of your head, your hand tugging at his blonde hair as you scream his name into the office. The thought someone could hear you sends a shiver all through you.

"Fuck you taste good, could eat you for hours," he mumbles. Your back arches like your trying to reach the sky, but there was no need when Draco would fuck you with his tongue to oblivion. You looked down at him between your legs and it sent you spiraling as he grinned at you. You bucked your hips into His face. It felt too good for you to be ashamed.

The way his blue eyes peered into yours made it all so intimidating. How could he make you feel small and submissive when he was the one between your legs?

"You're gonna look so good when you cum all over my tongue," he groans, slipping it right into you. licking at your walls and thrusting it deep like he was trying to taste every space inside you. your legs shook. They went through a battle about whether or not to shut or stay open. The knots in your stomach made your toes curl and your body felt like it was weakened from every stroke.

Fuck, he's good at that!

"Daddy!" He already knew and he nodded against you. You wondered if that was on purpose so he could bump his nose against your clit. You were whining and whimpering as tears filled your eyes. You wanted to cum so badly and Draco would get you there one lick at a time.

His hand left your thigh, pushing two fingers in as his mouth moved back to your clit, sucking. His fingers are knuckle deep as he slams them into you, having no care for your insides and neither do you when it feels so good. It's not like you'd stop him, even if you could when he Blurs the line between pleasure and pain, making you feel like you were floating from the ground in the best way. You weren't even sure what you were saying or if you were even saying anything, but he cooed in response to it and it had your heart fluttering. His other hand rubbed your thigh in a comforting way.

You were his precious girl. "That's it, baby, give it to daddy," he says sweetly. He managed to be so soft with his words while he was destroying your pussy and it pulled all the right strings inside you. Your body spasmed as he moved on top, kissing you. His tongue shared your sweet taste as you worked yours against his in a filthy kiss. He moved his hand to hold you close as you fell apart. He was playing with your heart and your pleasure all at once. God blessed you with this amazing man. You had no interest in ever stopping being greedy. For your daddy, you would always be a crybaby...

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puthiyamugam · 22 days

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It was sometime past noon by the time the letter reached the kartha's office.

Kartha Varadha Raja Mannar.

It was first time he got a letter in these 7 years. Especially from the man he used to love. Used to? His mind asked. It wasn't just a letter. It was a note. Only later he found out that it was a suicide note and by the time he did it was too late.

Varadha wondered what was there in the letter. What is it that made deva write to him. He could smell deva's scent on it, after so many years. He looked at the letter for a minute and opend it.

"Dear varadha,

I don't think I'll be alive by the time you read this letter. I decided to put an end to the voices in my head. I know you very well ra, so please don't think there was anything you could do to change this. This is a decision i made and this is what was written in my fate.

I know you hate me for not saving baachi that day. Sorry i couldn't save him, i had to make a choice that day. It was either you or baachi i could save. I chose you and even if I go back in time I'll always choose you.

Two years i waited for you to call me back. I tried to convince myself that maybe somewhere deep down you still loved me. I too was growing old ra, the lonliness started eating me up. Slowly the guilt of not saving baachi crept into my mind. I tried to get busy with work or play with the kids to distract myself but at nights, when I'm alone it's only you i can all think about. Even though we spent very little time together you are deeply imprinted in my soul.

But recently whenever i think about you all i can see is the pain stricken face of yours, eyes red with tears flowing down your cheeks as you held baachi's body and cried. The betrayal and disgust I saw in your eyes thats all i can remember. I tried my best to continue living for you and amma but I don't think i can do it anymore. I'm tired of all this. It's only blood I can see on my hands. I see a monster staring back at me whenever i look in the mirror. This is the best for us ra. For you and for amma.

I always thought the love i had for you was the greatest in my life. But these voices in my head won over the love I have for you. Please take care of amma for me. You are all that she has now. Consider this my last wish.

I love you vara, you know where you'll find me. I hope that maybe in another universe our story doesn't end like this.

Yours lovingly

Nee salaar."

No one in khansaar knows what happened all of a sudden. The kartha, their beloved Varadha Raja Mannar renounced the throne to Bhaarava. No one knows where he has gone or why he gave away the throne. There were rumors that he had left khansaar.

It wasn't just deva that died, the remaining part that was left alive in varadha died too. The part of him that kept him going in life, the part that hoped to maybe one day he can go back into deva's arms died. Now he was just a living corpse. Living for the sake of amma as it was deva's last wish.

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betterthanburrow · 1 year

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Late Night Talking - Joe Burrow

Summary: A heartbroken girl and a cheerful boy meet for the first time in the hotel’s elevator on their way to celebration party when suddenly their elevator rides comes to an unexpected stop.

Genre: Angst and Fluff (Love At First Sight Trope)

“If You're Feeling Down, I Just Wanna Make You Happier. Wish I Was Around, I Just Wanna Make You Happier.” - Harry Styles; Late Night Talking.

After many hours, the National Championship football game was finally over which means college football season has come to an end… but while you wish you could start celebrating that it’s the end of the college football season, all around you in the crowded seating stands were Clemson University football fans that were disappointed and angry at the results on the National Championship football game.

The Clemson Tigers football team were in the National Championship football game against the LSU Tigers, and while all Clemson Tiger fans were desperately wishing for the football team to win the National Championship football game again just like how they won the National Championship football game in 2019, the LSU Tigers football team were the winners of the National Championship football game in 2020.

While you aren’t the biggest fan of football games, you did pay attention to the game which means that you can’t lie and say that the Clemson Tigers were close to beating the LSU Tigers. The huge difference in the score was impossible to ignore as the LSU Tigers football team won the game by scoring almost 20 points more than the Clemson Tigers.

The Clemson Tigers football team losing the National Championship football game didn’t bother you at all because you aren’t a student at Clemson University… but the lost of the National Championship football game did bother your boyfriend because he was a student at Clemson University and has been a fan of the football team since he was a little kid.

While Clemson University football fans in the crowded seating stands were slowly starting to leave the area to try and beat the traffic outside of the stadium… you look over to your left to see your boyfriend with an angry expression on his face and his arms are crossed as he watched the LSU Tigers football team celebrate on the field alongside LSU Tigers football fans.

“Hey…” you say softy as you place your hand on his thigh to try and give him some comfort. “The Clemson Tigers played good this season but unfortunately came up short in the end, it’s not the end of the-“

“It is the end of the world Y/N! the referees rigged the game… I hate the fucking LSU Tigers!” your boyfriend stomping his foot on the ground as he leans back in his seat. “ Of course you wouldn’t understand how important this game was for my University.”

“I do know how important this game was…” you state as you move your hand from his thigh to his shoulder to try and comfort him in a different spot. “Just because I’m not a football fan doesn’t mean that I don’t understand how important the National Championship game is… there is always next year.”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes before taking his eyes off the football field where the LSU Tigers football team are still celebrating their win to look at you with a disgusted look on his face that has you confused.

“Next year?! Are you being fucking serious Y/N?!” your boyfriend asks with anger in his tone. “There’s no next year?! It was either tonight or never… and I guess because of the referees, it was never.”

“What do you mean there’s no next year?! College Football season starts in August?!” you asked.

“Are you fucking stupid Y/N” your boyfriend yells at you with more anger in his voice than ever before. “This is my last year at Clemson University, I graduate in May. This was my last Clemson Tigers football game as a Clemson University student and the team embarrassed me and you’re not helping me feel better at all by acting like a dumb bitch!”

The tone in his voice has your body slightly shaking in fear, as you feel eyes on you from the people who hadn’t left their seats that had just heard your boyfriend yell… You don’t know what to say in response as your eyes start looking everywhere around you. When you look at the football field, you see the LSU Tigers football team heading back to the locker room.

Before you could think of a response, your boyfriend stands up before his seat and grabs your arm to pull you up and out of your seat as he starts to drag you with him to walk to the car… It took you a few seconds to stumble onto your feet to be able to walk side by side to him with his grip being tight on your arm.

As the two of you tried to pass through the football fans crowds, there were LSU Tiger football fans who were looking around at the Clemson Tiger football fans and laughing in their faces about how the Clemson Tiger football team.

You could see how angry your boyfriend was getting as his grip on your arm tightened, which has caused you to lean closer to him to try and whisper some comforting words… but before you could whisper any words, you boyfriend turns his head to give you an angry stare and that’s when you decided that staying quiet was the best decision.

As the crowd of football fans started to move out of the stadium, the tight grip on your arm was released. Before the two of you could start walking through the crowd, his right arm wrapped around the back of your waist to hold you closer to him in a tight grip as if he was terrified that you could run away from him.

Soon, the two of you were out of the stadium and in the parking lot heading towards his truck. His arm was still in a tight grip around your waist as the two of you quickly walked through the parking lot ignoring LSU Tiger fans who were yelling at the Clemson Tigers fans who were passing by their tailgating spots.

Once the two of you were in the truck, you in the passenger seat and your boyfriend in the front seat, you felt as if you could finally breathe again… It had been a rough night since the final score of the National Championship football game was announced, but you’re hoping that the two of you can move on from what happened after the game and just focus on the rest of your trip in Louisiana.

As your boyfriend is driving out of the parking lot, you turn down the radio’s volume before speaking. “I just want to say…”

“Don’t say anything. I don’t want to talk to you right now.” your boyfriend exclaimed in a loud voice as his eyes are focused on the road.

You didn’t try to argue with him because it was already a long night for the two of you. So, you just turned your head to look out the truck’s window as you watched cads go by and LSU Tiger football fans celebrating.

The drive to the hotel didn’t take as long as you thought it would be, the entire drive you had stared out the window not wanting to upset your boyfriend even more than you already had tonight.

You should’ve expected that your boyfriend would be upset at the Clemson Tigers football team lost the National Champion game, he is always upset whenever the football team loses a football game… But tonight he was more upset than ever before because you didn’t expect this kind of behavior from him.

Your boyfriend was smart to arrange a hotel room at one of the closet hotels to the Mercedes-Benz Stadium so that it wouldn’t be the longest drive in the world even with all of the traffic from all the football fans leaving the stadium… Also, you knew that your boyfriend had payed for a room at this hotel because a lot of the Clemson Tigers football team and LSU Tigers football team would be staying at this hotel and the National Championship Football Game After-Party was in the hotel’s venue.

As your boyfriend pulls into the hotel’s parking lot, you had expected him to pull into a parking spot but instead he pulls into the front parking lot area of the hotel… Usually where people would get dropped off at or where hotel valet employees will take the vehicle.

When he parks the truck in the front parking lot, right in front of the hotel’s lobby… The truck’s engine has been turned off and the two of you sit in silence for a moment before you unbuckle your seatbelt and try to get out of the truck but then you realize that the truck’s passenger door is locked.

You turn your head to look at your boyfriend as you lean back against the passenger seat. “Is there a reason why you parked the truck at the front parking lot… And why is the truck’s door locked?!” you asked.

“I need to talk to you before you go back into the hotel room.” you boyfriend says, as he crosses his arms and stares at the steering wheel.

“What do you need to talk to me about?!” you ask, mimicking his actions by crossing your arms. At the moment there are many different thoughts going through your mind as you wonder what your boyfriend could want to talk about.

Is your boyfriend wanting to apologize for his actions that happened right after the end of the National Championship football game… or was your boyfriend wanting to talk to you about how you didn’t understand how important tonight was for him.

You notice that your boyfriend takes a deep breathe. “This relationship is over.” you boyfriend exclaims with no emotion on his face.

It takes a few seconds to process what your boyfriend had just said to you… Out of all the things you thought he was going to say, you didn’t think he would say that the relationship between the two of you was over.

“What?!” you exclaim. “Why?! Are you ending our relationship because of what I said at the end of the football game. You have to be acting like this on purpose to mess with me right now.”

“It’s not because of what you said after the game even though that did really piss me off…” he states. “I knew the relationship was over when the football game was over. I could’ve broken up with you at the stadium but I decided to be a gentleman and drive you back to the hotel.”

“What do you mean you knew our relationship was over when the football game was over.” you ask, trying not to stutter your words as tears were rolling down your face. You tried to hide your emotions, but you couldn’t hide how hurt you were from his actions anymore.

You boyfriend sighs as he takes his phone out of his pocket before showing you a text message screenshot. You blink a few times to try and clear your vision from the tears before you take his phone out of his hands to try and read the text message screenshot.

The IMessage screenshot was from a groupchat your boyfriend was in involving a few of his friends that you knew didn’t like you… The text messages are showing the boys in the chat placing bets on which football team would in the National Championship football game and your boyfriend agreeing that if the Clemson Tigers football team lost the National Championship game, he would have to break up with you.

You couldn’t even put into words how angry and upset you were. “You put the future of our relationship up as a risk of a bet?!” you asked.

Your ex-boyfriend shrugs his shoulders as he takes his phone from your hands to put on his lap. “I’ve been wanting to end our relationship for months, but I could never do it because it never felt like the right time. This was just a way to pressure me into breaking up with you.” your boyfriends admits to you.

“For months you wanted to end our relationship and you thought that the best way to break up with me would be when we’re on a trip in another state to watch a football game that you had placed the future of our relationship on?!” you shout in anger. “You treated me like an asshole after the Clemson Tigers lost the National Championship football game because you knew you wouldn’t have to respect me as your girlfriend anymore?!”

Your ex-boyfriend couldn’t look at you any longer as he turned his head to unlocked the truck’s passenger door. “My stuff from the hotel room is in a bag in my truck because i’m going stay at a friend’s house. The hotel room is yours for the rest of the trip.”

“Fuck you and Fuck the Clemson Tigers.” you state as you open the truck’s passenger door to get out of your ex-boyfriend’s truck. Once you’re out of the truck, you slams the door shut and walk away from the front parking lot and walk into the hotel’s front lobby as your ex-boyfriend starts his truck engine and drives away from the hotel.

From the walk into the hotel’s front lobby into the elevator to take you to the thirteenth floor, there are too many thoughts running through your mind as you’re trying to comprehend what just happened in the hotel’s front parking lot.

The elevator ride to the thirteenth floor of the hotel feels like the longest elevator ride of your life… And you’ve never been so glad that you’re in the elevator by yourself because you don’t want strangers to ask why there are tears streaming down your face.

You lean your back against the elevator’s back wall as you watch the numbers go up as the elevator is reaching each floor… All you were waiting for was the elevator to reach the ninth floor and then you’ll be able to go into your hotel room and cry about how you were alone in the city of New Orleans with a broken heart

Finally; as the elevator has reached the thirteenth floor, the elevator doors open and you’re able to hurry out of the elevator before anyone had the chance to see you in the hotel’s hallways. You speed-walk as quickly as you can to your hotel room while holding your key-card in a tight grip in your hands.

Right as you were able to scan your hotel key-card, you notice the door hanger flyer on the hotel room’s doorknob… You take the door hanger flyer off the doorknob to be able to examine the door hanger flyer.

The door hanger flyer that was hung on your hotel room’s doorknob was an invitation to the hotel’s venues to celebrate the LSU’s football team victory at the National Championship game.

You knew the reason your ex-boyfriend had booked a spot at this hotel was because of the chance to be invited to the celebration party… And you couldn’t be happier that he wasn’t by your side at the moment because you wouldn’t want to see his reaction to being invited to the LSU’s football team celebration party.

After you scan your key-card to unlock your hotel room, you walk inside the hotel room as you close the door behind you and start to look around the hotel room that looks very different from how you remember leaving the hotel room hours ago… Just a few hours ago, your stuff and your ex-boyfriend’s stuff was scattered all over the room but now, it was just all of your stuff that is scattered all over the floor without any sight of the stuff that belonged to your ex-boyfriend.

You couldn’t even begin to think how your ex-boyfriend was able to pack his bag and bring his bag from the thirteenth floor to his truck that was parked in the parking lot… The thoughts of how sneaky and mean your ex-boyfriend has acted the past few hours was staring to give you a headache and more reasons for the tears to continue to stream down your face.

The invitation door hanger flyer was still on your hands along with your other belongings that you had brought to the National Championship football game… While you would’ve never considered to attend the celebration party if your ex-boyfriend was by your side, you couldn’t help but think about how family and friends would react if you posted on social media about how you attended the LSU’s National Championship victory celebration while knowing how much your ex-boyfriend hates LSU.

The thought of how angry your ex-boyfriend would be seeing you hanging out with LSU football players just a few hours after your break-up gives you a bittersweet feeling… While you believe that the best way to get revenge on an ex-boyfriend was to give them no reaction and how silence speaks volume. You couldn’t shake off the bittersweet feeling of wanting some sort of revenge for how the break-up happened and how betrayed you feel by the person that you loved.

It doesn’t take long for you the make up your mind to attend the National Championship celebration party… The quick outfit change from the casual outside that you had worn to the football game to the mini dress and heels you had packed for a future date night in New Orleans that you would have planned with your ex-boyfriend to help boost your confidence for the rest of the night.

After fixing your make-up that had been ruined by your tears and fixing your hair that had been messed-up due to the New Orleans weather… You look at your reflection on your full length mirror; while you felt confident because of how you look, you couldn’t help but look at how heartbroken you truly felt that you were forcing yourself to hide just to have a good time.

You turn yourself away from the full length mirror to force yourself to not start overthinking your decision of going to the celebration party as you grab the small hand-held purse that had all of your essentials items.

It was a short walk from your hotel room to the elevator, but you tried to keep your mind off the memories of the day with your ex-boyfriend and how different things could’ve been if the Clemson Tigers won the National Championship football game. You knew that if you started overthinking and focusing on your ex-boyfriend that you would ruin the rest of night.

In the elevator, you press the ground level button and lean back against the elevator just like you had done before while closing your eyes, taking deep breathes, and praying that no one would be joining you on the elevator ride to the celebration party.

Before your prayers could’ve been heard by the Lord, the elevator door dings and right when you open your eyes, you made eye contract with the young gentleman that walks into the elevator.

The gentleman goes to press the ground floor button but then quickly realizes that it had already been pressed as he turns his head towards you to give you a small smile as the elevator door closes and he mimics your actions as he leans back against the elevator wall.

When you look over the gentleman, he doesn’t make eye contact with you as his eyes are focused on his phone screen… And the more you stare at him, the realization hits of who you are sharing an elevator with.

You knew that there was a chance that you could run into one of the LSU football players in the hotel at any point in time during your trip in New Orleans but you never thought that you would be in the elevator with one of the LSU football players… especially now that you realize that the two of you are on your way to the same National Championship celebration party.

Imagine your ex-boyfriend finding out that you shared an elevator ride with Joe Burrow, the LSU Quarterback.

Your ex-boyfriend hated Joe Burrow even more than he hated the entire LSU football team. The LSU Quarterback is the reason why your boyfriend never rooted for the LSU football team to win any game, no matter which football team was playing against LSU.

Joe Burrow is the reason why the LSU football team beat the Clemson Tigers football team, Joe Burrow is the reason why your ex-boyfriend lost the bet, which means that Joe Burrow is the reason your ex-boyfriend decided to break-up with you after the end of the National Championship football game.

It was wrong for you to put blame on the LSU Quarterback for the end of your relationship, the young gentleman didn’t know you, your relationship, and the bet that your ex-boyfriend had made before the National Championship football game… But you couldn’t help but feel a bit angry at the young gentleman because if LSU wouldn’t have won the National Championship football game, you wouldn’t be heartbroken girl in the city of New Orleans.

Before the LSU Quarterback could catch you staring at him, you quickly look down to the floor to avoid any sort of eye contact as you click you heels together a few times as the slow ride in the elevator continues…

Suddenly the elevator comes to a complete stop, and while thinking that the elevator had reached the ground floor when you look up to wait for the doors to open… but after a few seconds of waiting, the elevator doors never open which leaves the two of you confused and anxious over what’s happening.

Joe Burrow leans forward to press the doors’ open button but above the elevator doors “ERROR” flashes on the screen. “Well… getting stuck in the hotel elevator is not how I imagined the rest of my night to go.” Joe Burdow exclaims, as he leans back against the elevator wall and turn his head towards you.

“Of course this happens… As if my night as a heartbroken girl could’ve gotten any worse.” you mumble as you start to twiddling your fingers.

Even though you thought that the LSU Quarterback wasn’t able to hear you clearly through the mumbling, Joe Burrow was very well aware of what you had said… but before saying anything else, he decides to press the emergency button on the elevator button board to try and alert someone on the outside of the elevator about the situation because who knows how long the two of you would be stuck in the elevator.

After the short conversation Joe Burrow had with the hotel secretary lady that has answered the emergency call where she informed the two of you that the elevator was stuck between the second floor and the ground floor and that it could be about an hour before the New Orleans police can be at the hotel to help the two of you get out of the trapped elevator.

The LSU Quarterback leans against the back wall then slides down to the floor to get comfortable because the two of you knew that it could be a long time before the rescue team comes to rescue the two of you.

You decided to copy Joe Burrow’s actions and sit down against the wall because your feet were already starting to hurt just from standing still against the elevator wall for a few minutes.

“So… Do you want to play 21 Questions?!” Joesph asked, turning his head from the floor to you giving you all of his attention.

You turn your head to give your attention to the LSU Quarterback. “21 Questions?!” you responded.

“Yeah… 21 Questions. Have you ever played 21 Questions?!” Joesph asked.

“Yes I have played 21 Questions!” you answered. “But why do you want to play 21 Questions?!”

“Because we are going to be stuck in an elevator for who knows how long and rather than sit in silence… I think it’ll be best that we get to know each other.” Joe Burrow explains, turning his body towards you and giving you more of his attention. “I’ll start the game.”

“Okay… let’s play the game.” you reply, turning your body towards him to give more of your attention.

“What’s your name, I’m Joseph.” he says, putting out his hand for you to shake. You reach to shake his hand then brought your hand back to your lap as he did the same. “I’m Y/FN Y/LN.” you answer.

“How old are you?!” you ask. “I’m 22 and turning 23 this year.”

“I just turned 23 in December.” Joseph answered. “When is your birthday?!”

“My birthday is in the Summer which is great because Summer is my favorite season!” you exclaimed. “ What’s your favorite season?!”

“Hmm… I think my favorite season is Winter. I’m from Ohio so a lot of my best memories from my childhood are during the Winter school break when I would be playing in the snow with all of my friends.” Joesph explains.

“Oh that sounds like so much fun… I wish that I could’ve experienced snow during my Winter school breaks.” you say.

“Are you from Louisiana?!” Joseph curiously asks.

“I’m not from Louisiana, I live in South Carolina.” you answer. You can see the confusion on Joseph’s face as he’s processing your answer that you aren’t from Louisiana.

You can tell by the look on his face that he was already making up some assumptions about you… Because in his mind, there’s only one true reason why someone that lives in South Carolina would be in Louisiana during this time of the year.

Before Joseph could have the chance to say anything about your response to his question, you take the opportunity to continue the 21 questions game before the conversation could get awkward.

“What’s your favorite color?!” you ask; giving your full attention back to the LSU Quarterback who has been staring at the floor, still processing your answer.

“Purple and Orange.” Joseph quickly answers. “ Why are you visiting in Louisiana from South Carolina?!”

“You need to answer that question first.” you reply, even though you know the answer to the question.

“Well… you didn’t answer what your favorite colors are.” Joe remarked.

“Well… my favorite colors are Black and Pink.” you answer the question that you had asked to Joe Burrow before taking a deep breath to give him an honest answer to the question he had asked because there’s no point of lying to him. “I’m in Louisiana for the National Championship football game.”

Joesph’s eyes go wide as if he is in some sort of disbelief. You had given him no signs that you could know who he is when he had walked into the elevator, but now he’s starting to wonder if you are a football fan and if you are on your way to the National Championship celebration party.

You didn’t want to give him the whole story of why you’re in Louisiana, but when you see Joe Burrow’s reaction to your answer… Maybe you should tell him the whole story that would help pass the time as the two of you are still stuck in the hotel’s elevator.

And who knows maybe Joe Burrow will be able to give you good advice on how to get over a break-up.

“Why are you in Louisiana?!”

Right after you asked Joe the question, you immediately regret what you had decided to ask because you know the reason why Joe Burrow is in Louisiana… But the real question is, does Joe Burrow know that you know the reason why he’s in Louisiana.

“I’m in Louisiana because I live in Louisiana.” Joesph answers. So maybe he doesn’t know that you know the real reason why he is in Louisiana, maybe Joe Burrow thinks you’re just a girl who likes to see hot men on the football field without knowing any of their names or maybe he thinks that you were forced to attend the National Championship football game (which isn’t a complete lie if you think about it).

“Are you more of an extrovert or an introvert?!” Joseph asks. “I think I’m more of an introvert but… I can be an extrovert at certain times.”

“Umm… I think I can be a bit of both an extrovert and an introvert.” you answer. You think for a moment about what your next question should be.

You’re trying to get back into the two of you just asking each other simple questions while playing the 21 questions game instead of asking questions that would be to complicated to give a simple answer too.

“Do you like living in Louisiana?!” you ask.

“I do like living in Louisiana.” Joe answers. “It’s very different from Ohio but I don’t mind the differences, I do miss home and I hope to go back home soon.”

Joseph thought that playing 21 questions would help him get to know the stranger who was stuck with him in the hotel’s elevator. But Joe Burrow is just left with more questions than answers from you. “Did you know that I’m the LSU Quarterback when I walked into the elevator.”

There’s no point of lying, you were already caught up in this web of confusion from the moment you told Joesph that you live in South Carolina… Someone like Joe Burrow wasn’t going to let that piece of information go easily just like he hasn’t let go of the “heartbroken girl” comment that you had mumbled to yourself before he had talked to the hotel secretary.

“Yeah… I knew who you were.” you answer truthful. “I think every person in this hotel knows who you are.”

Joesph isn’t surprised by your answer, you were right… Every person in this hotel knew who Joe Burrow was, whether they were a fan of the LSU Tigers football or not a fan of the LSU Tigers.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you as the 21 questions game has taken a pause. There was so much that you needed to explain to Joe because you didn’t want him to make any more assumptions about you that he could be making.

The assumption that Joesph has made about how you knew who he was when he has walked into the elevator was right… but there are still many questions on Joesph’s mind about the girl sitting right by him.

“Do you still want to play 21 questions game?!” you ask.

“Yes I do still want to play the game…” Joesph answered. “Not only because is the game passing the time, but I have more questions for you because I’m very curious about you now.”

“I hope that you being curious about me now is a good thing.” you joked.

“Trust me… It is a good thing.” Joe responds, with a small smile that had you blushing.

Just a few hours ago, you were attending the National Championship football game with your ex-boyfriend cheering for the Clemson Tigers as you watched the LSU Quarterback on the football field who was taking everyone’s breathe away by leading the LSU Tigers football team to victory… and now here you are; stuck with the LSU Quarterback in the hotel’s elevator with a broken heart with him making you blush.

The rules of the 21 questions game that the two of you were playing changed from both of you answers the same questions to the two of you asking more personal questions to get to know each other better.

“Is the reason you attended the National Championship game is because you’re a football fan?!” Joe asks.

“I’m not a football fan, I didn’t attend the National Championship game because I wanted too… I attended the game because my ex-boyfriend got tickets for the football game.” you answer truthfully because if you were going to try and get yourself untangled from this web of confusion, you are going to have to be honest with the LSU Quarterback.

Once again, one of your answers to a question Joe had asked you only left him more confused and curious about you… Joe’s assumption about how you were a fan of the Clemson Tigers football team was wrong now that he knows the reason why you attended the National Championship football game was because of your ex-boyfriend.

Before Joe could start thinking of another assumption in his mind about you that could end up being wrong again… You take this opportunity to ask him a question that he wasn’t expecting to hear from you.

“How does it feel to win a National Championship football game?!” you ask.

Joe Burrow takes a few minutes to think about his answer, from the moment the final score of the game to now… He hadn’t really had a chance to process his emotions about how he feels about the win because he was in a state of shock for so long. His mind has been all over the place the past few hours so now that he’s sitting in silence next to a stranger that he is stuck in an elevator with, he’s finally able to process the emotions about the National Championship victory.

“It truly was the best moment of my life…” Joe answers. “Today has been a very overwhelming day, this football season has been a very overwhelming season, the past few years have been very overwhelming… It just felt like everything that I’ve ever done in my football career has led up to this moment.”

As Joe was speaking, he started to tear up and get emotional when thinking about all of the ups and downs that he had to face during all of those years where no one believed in him… And now, those same people who doubted him had watched him win the most important game of his football career so far.

You smile at his answer because you can tell at how genuine and humble Joe Burrow is with him pouring out his emotions to a stranger in a hotel elevator… Even though tonight was a very bad night from the moment the Clemson Tigers football team lost the National Championship football game, you’re very glad that Joe Burrow was able to have a good night because he had been waiting for this moment for years.

The comforting smile you gave to Joe while he was speaking have him the strength to take a few deep breathes to calm down after feeling overwhelmed with emotions… then he asks you a question that you were expecting him to ask after your last answer.

“Why did you attend the National Championships football game with your ex-boyfriend?!” Joe asks.

“Well… it’s a much more complicated story than just two exes attending a football game.” you confess. “When we got the tickets to the football game, we were dating, when we arrived in this hotel in New Orleans we were dating, when we arrived at the game we were dating and we were still dating when the final score of the football game was announced but he was very angry that the Clemson Tigers football team lost the game because this was his last football game as a Clemson University student. He was very mad and yelled at me while we were still in our seats waiting for the crowd to pass. When we got into his truck, I tried to apology he told me that he didn’t want to talk. So then when we got into the hotel parking lot, he confessed that he put the future of our relationship into a bet with his friends and that if the Clemson Tigers lost the National Championship football game that he would break up with me because he’s been wanting to break up with me for a few months and then he said that he had already packed his stuff from the hotel and dropped me off and left to go stay somewheres else in New Orleans.”

When you were done telling the story, you were in tears. Since the break-up has happened, you tried so hard not to cry too much because you didn’t want to give your ex-boyfriend the power that he made you cry… But now, you’re crying your heart out while curled up in yourself with your arms holding your knees.

The emotions were too overwhelming for you to try and hide anymore, the confidence that you tried to have when you were in your hotel room when you were getting ready for the party was gone… Even with a stranger by your side, you felt so alone.

It broke Joe’s heart seeing you cry into your hands, he had only just met you almost an hour ago but he felt so sorry about all of the events that happened before the two of you had met in the elevator.

Slowly, Joe moved closer to you to give you comfort that you had been desperately needing from someone since your ex-boyfriend had broke your heart… As he wrapped one arm around your shivering body to bring you close to him, then rubbing your back to try and calm you down.

Joe’s heart hurt even more when he realized that while he had one of the best days of his life… You had one of the worse days of your life.

While he did have his suspicions on what you had meant when you had mumbled that you were a “heartbroken girl” earlier when the two of you had realized that you would stuck in the elevator… but he didn’t expect the reason to be the story you had told, which means that all of his assumptions about you were wrong and it made him mad at himself for thinking those assumptions.

After a few minutes, you were finally able to calm down. You had lifted your head from your chest and noticed how close you and Joe were next to each other on the floor… You knew that he had gotten close to you to help comfort you, but you didn’t realize how close Joe has gotten to you.

Joe gives you a soft smile as he takes his hand close your face to wipe the few tears that were on your cheeks… The two of you stare at each other for a brief moment before you decided to speak to him.

“I’m sorry… I just hadn’t had a moment to process everything that had happened tonight.” you said.

“There’s no reason for you to apologize to me. I can’t imagine how much pain that caused you in such a short amount of time.” Joe replies, as he starts to rub your back up and down to give you more comfort.

“Did you think that you would be celebrating your National Championship victory being stuck in a hotel elevator with a heartbroken girl?!” you ask with your voice cracking because of how sore your throat is after all of the crying that you did.

“Honestly no…” Joe chuckled. “Were you on your way to the National Championship celebration party?!”

“Yeah, I was on the way to the celebration party…” you admitted to the LSU Quarterback.

Joe stops rubbing your back but keeps his arm wrapped around your shoulder. Before he could ask you why you were on your way to the party, he realized that it was your turn to ask him a question since the two of you were still playing the 21 questions game.

“What are your plans now that this college football is over?!” you asked.

“Well… this was my last football game with LSU and my last college football game. The NFL draft is going to be happening soon and there’s really no way for me to predict what is going to happen next in my football career.” Joe answers.

“Whatever happens in your football career… I’m sure you’ll be great at what you do. If you play in the NFL like how you played on the football field tonight, then you’ll have a successful football career.” you stated.

Once again, the soft smile that Joe gave to you because of your answer made your cheeks go red… With how your break-up with your ex-boyfriend went, you thought that it would be a long time before you’ll. think about being in a new romantic relationship.

A stranger that you are stuck in the hotel elevator with that just so happens to be the LSU Quarterback is making you blush like a fool in love… and maybe that there can be a future between you and Joe whenever the two of you are able to get out of the elevator.

“Why did you decide to go to the National Championship celebration party?!” Joe asked.

“If I’m honest… I wasn’t originally planning on going to the party, but I saw that the invite to the party for hotel guests on a door hanger flyer that was on my hotel room’s door but then I decided that I wanted to go the National Championship celebration party so that I could post about it on social media for my ex-boyfriend to make him mad because he hates the LSU Tigers” you admitted to Joe.

“Oh… that surprisingly makes more sense.” Joe says, “I really thought that you were going to say that you a secret spy for the Clemson Tigers football team.”

“No… I would never be a spy for the Clemson Tigers football team.” you admit. “I’m not a fan of the football team at all, the only reason I pretended to be a fan of the team was because of my ex-boyfriend. There are many other college football teams to be a fan of.”

“Like the LSU Tigers football team?!” Joe asks.

“Yes just like the LSU Tigers football team.” you answer. “Even though I moved to South Carolina to live with my ex-boyfriend when we were together, I never liked any of the sports teams from Carolina.”

“Let me hope that I don’t get drafted to the Carolina’s Panthers football team so that you can be a fan of the football team I’m apart of.” Joe says.

“Since we’re on the topic of the NFL draft…” you say, “Are you excited to finally be going to the NFL?!”

“Yes!” Joe exclaims. “I’ve spent too many years playing for college football and while the experience has had many ups and down. I’ve learned a lot from the experience and I’m excited to play in the NFL.”

“That’s good to hear!” you exclaim. “Whatever NFL team you get drafted too will be the luckiest team in the NFL! It won’t be a surprise if you are the Number 1 defat pick for the 2020 draft.”

There’s a look on Joe’s face that you can recognize. The look is a mixed of him being happy to hear what you said but also of him being nervous about what you said… You pray in your mind that he wasn’t uncomfortable by the praise that you’re giving him.

“Do you think that I’ll be the Number 1 draft pick?!” Joe asks in a soft tone. “Also, that questions isn’t apart of the 21 questions game.”

“Yes Joe Burrow… I do think that you have a great chance of being the number 1 draft pick.” you answer in a tone that matches his soft tone. “And we’re still playing the 21 questions game… I’ve lost count of how many questions we have asked each other.”

“I’ve been keeping count.” Joe admits to you which causes you to blush again. “I have one last question to ask you and then we’re done with the game.”

“Okay… ask the final question of the 21 questions game Joe Burrow!” you exclaim, as you clap your hands a few times to hype up the final question.

“Just so that I don’t get anymore confused on the story… You went to the National Championship football game with your boyfriend who broke up with you by telling you that the future of your relationship was in the faith of the Clemson Tigers football team winning the National Championship and that if the football team didn’t win then your boyfriend would have to break-up with you. So he broke up with you by dropping you off at the hotel and then you decided to go to the LSU Tigers football team’s National Championship victory celebration party that is being hosted by the hotel because of a door-hanger flyer and because your ex-boyfriend hates LSU so much and you knew that him seeing you at the victory celebration party would make him very mad. And that you knew who I was when I entered the elevator because of your ex-boyfriend’s hatred for LSU… did I get all of that information correct?!” Joe asks, feeling a bit of a breathe after re-stating the whole story of your night.

You could tell that Joe was a bit nervous to ask you this questions especially since this was the last question in the 21 editions game that the two of you had started playing only a few minutes after realizing that two of you would be stuck in the hotel’s elevator for a while.

“Yeah… That’s the whole story of my night right before I got stuck in the hotel elevator.” you answer. “It truly has been a wild night.”

“It really has been a wild night.” Joe says. “I didn’t realize how much times has pasted since we got stuck in here.”

Joe pulls his iPhone out of his pockets and you take a sneaky look to see all of the iMessage notifications that he had received from the LSU head coach, LSU team members, and his family that were waiting for him to arrive at the party… You did see that it had been a little over an hour since the two of you had realized that both of you were stuck in the hotel elevator.

As you’re looking around the hotel elevator, trying to keep your eyes off of Joe’s phone to not be nosy and read the messages from the people who were worried about his whereabouts… When you had turned back to look at Joe, his phone was face down on his lap and he was smiling at you which caused you to be confused.

“What?!” you ask. “Do you want to play another round of the 21 questions game so that another hour goes by fast?!”

Joe shakes his head and smiles at you that causes your cheeks to blush. Something that Joe realized is how easy it was to make you blush… and while he wouldn’t want to try any romantic gestures on you since your heart was just broken just a few hours ago, he couldn’t lie and say that the stranger in the elevator made his heart skip a beat when she would look at him.

“I don’t want to play another round of 21 questions but I do have a question to ask.” Joe says in a serious tone.

The light rosy blush on cheeks is turning into a deep red as many thoughts are running through your mind as to what Joe would want to ask you.

“When we get out of this elevator… Could you do 3 things for me?!” Joe asks as a confuse look appear on your face.

With nervous butterflies flying around in your stomach, you build up the courage to speak. “I can’t give you an answer until you tell me what 3 things you need me to do for you.”

“The first thing I want you do is to give me your number so that we can keep in touch because I’ll love to be more than just a stranger on the elevator or a guy on TV to you…” Joe says. “The second thing might not be able to happen, it depends on when we get out of this elevator but I want you do is accompany me to the National Championships celebration party if we get out of this elevator while the celebration party is still happening and the third thing I want you to do is let me take you out to explore the city of New Orleans or Baton Rouge one day during the rest of your trip.”

It took you by surprise that the LSU Quarterback that had just won the National Championship football game just a few hours ago was asking you to give him your number, be his date to the National Championship celebration party, and to let him take you out to explore the city of New Orleans or Baton Rouge.

“Yes! I can do all 3 of those things for you.” You answer. “And we can start doing the first thing right now”

Joe unlocks his iPhone that had been in his lap and allows you to put your phone number in his phone, and instead of handing him your phone to put his number in your contacts list… You just text yourself a message to your phone so that you’ll automatically have his number in your iMessages.

The two of your hands brush together as you hand the iPhone back to Joe which he places back onto his lap and Joe giving you that smile that has you blushing…

You tried to look down at the floor to try and stop Joe from noticing the blushed look on your face but, Joe hands lifts up your chin so that the two of you are face to fans with each other…

Before you could hesitate to think about if what is about to happen is a good thing or a bad thing, the two of you are leaning close to each other… As your lips brush against each other, suddenly you feel a drop which has the two of you in a panic at your hands reach to grab the railing that is on the elevator wall while the two of you are no longer sitting on the floor and are now in a crouched position.

Suddenly there’s a ding and the elevator doors open and you see multiple police guards, hotel staff members and a few LSU staff members outside of the elevator in the hotel lobby.

Everything then happens so fast… you don’t realize how quickly it took for you and Joe to stand up properly to find walk out of the elevator after being stuck in the small room for over an hour.

The police guards and hotel staff members wanted to do a quick check-up on the two of you just to make sure there were no injuries and wanted to get a report on what happens when the elevator started giving signs of stopping in between two floors.

After the check-ups were done, the LSU Staff members along with a few of Joe’s LSU team members and family came to check on him because he had them all worried when he didn’t arrived to the party at the time he told them and when he wasn’t answering his phone.

You felt lonely for a moment that no-one was there to be worried about you and your safely but you couldn’t blame anyone because the only person that you had known in Louisiana was your ex-boyfriend… and if he dumped you because he lose a bet then there’s a very low chance that he would care about how you were stuck in an elevator for over an hour.

Suddenly a comforting squeeze on your arm has you pulling yourself out of your thoughts as you look up from the floor to see Joe standing next to you with his hand out.

“Ready to go to the National Championship celebration party?!” he asks. You nod your head to answer and you take his hand as you follow behind the LSU staff member, LSU tigers team members, and his family down the hall to the venue room in the hotel where the National Championship celebration party is hosted.

Before the two of you walk in, Joe pulls you around the corner where nobody could see the two of you and pushes you up lightly against the wall… The action has you blushing as that smile that you like seeing on Joe’s face appears before you.

“I just thought that I’ll give you that kiss that was I was supposed to give you on the elevator before we get too drunk to remember the rest of the night.” Joe says, before he puts his lips on your lips.

With your hands wrapped around his neck pulling him as close to you as possible while his hands have a very tight grip on your waist… As your lips move in the sync with his lips, it makes your heart skip a beat that while there are people who waited hours to see the LSU Quarterback at the National Championship celebration party, the star of the show is choosing to make out with you against the corner wall in the hotel.

When the kiss is over, the two of you have the biggest smiles on your faces… Then he takes your hands and leads you from around the corner into the venue where the National Champion celebration party is hosted.

As the National Championship celebration party finally is able to start to get wild now that the star of the show has arrived into the venue… Your mind can’t help but wonder what your ex-boyfriend would think if he saw his ex-girlfriend hanging out with the LSU quarterback.

Unfortunately for your ex-boyfriend, who tried to get himself as drunk as he could throughout the night to try and forget about the Clemson Tigers football team lost at the National Championship football game and the break go with you… All of the alcohol that he wasted money on at random bars didn’t do him any good favors because he woke up the next morning seeing photos of the LSU Quarterback spending time with a mysterious girl at the National Championship celebration party for the LSU Tigers football team. And your ex-boyfriend knew who the mysterious girl.

Author’s Note:

after being stuck in a writer’s block for weeks, i’m happy to say that i am so proud of this fanfiction… this is the longest fanfiction that i’ve published but all the hard work i put into writing this fanfiction was worth all the headaches and late nights.

i have to give a huge thank you to @brrbrina for helping me out of my writers block and helping me with the idea of the fanfiction!

thank you for all of the love and support! 🤍

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Can you do one where jjs daughter is like 15 and she is bipolar but she is so disconnected from reality that she doesn’t even know that she has bipolar disorder until she notices her mom babies her way more that other moms do with daughter there age and she starts to realize something is wrong. JJ knows she will never understand that she is different so she just lies to her and will disagrees with that. A bit later Charlotte starts talking about college but JJ doesn’t want her to go out of state so she discusses seeking guardian ship for Charlotte after she turns 18 but will disagrees again and they fight. Maybe Charlotte is like a danger to herself and can’t control herself when she’s manic.

What I Want

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: angst, fluff

warnings: bipolar

word count: 1214

age: 15 and then 16

summary: you've never known why your mom treats you differently until you bring up going to college

a/n: i don't write for fem oc so i put in y/n, i hope that's still ok!

I got in my mom's car, throwing my backpack in the backseat and huffing as I sat down. "Thanks for picking me up." I told her sincerely. She always picked me up whenever I asked her to since I had a lot of bad days and just wanted to be around her instead of a bunch of weird kids who don't know how to shut the fuck up.

"Of course honey. Anytime, you know that." She leaned over and kissed my temple before driving us home.

When we got home my dad had a small frown on his face when he saw that my mom had picked me up. My mom walked over to him after telling me to chill in my room. I knew they were talking about me but I didn't really care. I decided to call my friend who was probably skipping class in the bathroom anyways. "Hey girl." She said with a smile, both AirPods in.

"Hey."

"You're so lucky that your mom picks you up whenever you want to, I wish my mom was like that."

"Oh." I didn't really know what to say to that.

"I mean she's so protective over you and she's so loving. I wish my mom was like that." She sighed.

"Your mom loves you."

"Not like your mom does." She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Was that really how other people saw it?

About 30 minutes later my mom walked into my room and laid down next to me on my bed. "How are you feeling baby?"

"I'm ok." I hesitated a bit.

"Really?"

"I was talking to Sydney...she said that you baby me a lot." I looked at her with a confused look on my face. "Do you really treat me that much different than other moms do with their daughters?"

"We just have a better relationship." She shrugged. "A lot of girls your age drift away from their parents but we're really close." She kissed my forehead as I nodded. "You sure you're ok?" I nodded again and snuggled up to her.

"Mom?"

"Yeah, honey?"

"Do you think it's weird how the past week I've been like...super sad and I don't want to do anything but then a week before that I was just...full of energy and stuff?" I asked, not really knowing how to explain it. "It's just like I did a full 180 and I don't like it."

"That happens to some people baby. That doesn't mean that anything is wrong with you, ok?" I nodded and buried my head in her neck. "Just relax, ok? I'm here."

It was now my junior year and I had to start looking at universities. My mom offered to take me on tours of local universities and I didn't have the heart to say no so I went on them with her but I really wanted to go where she went, the University of Pittsburgh.

I heard my parents arguing downstairs and I always hated when they argued so I went downstairs to stop them. "Guys can you please shut up for like one hour, ok? I'm doing my work and you yelling isn't helping!" I don't know how the words just came tumbling out of my mouth but it was like my head was buzzing and everything I was thinking was coming out.

"Ok. Calm down honey." My mom walked over to me and put her hands on my arms, rubbing them.

"What are you guys even arguing about anyways?" I leaned into her touch like I always did. She took a deep breath and turns towards my dad who looked a bit pissed off.

"We were just talking about you going to college-"

"Great! I was thinking about going to the University of Pittsburgh! I want to go where you went mom." I said with a big smile, hoping she would be as excited as me, but she wasn't.

"That's actually um...what we were talking about. We want you to stay in state." She squeezed my shoulders and caressed them comfortingly.

"What? Why?"

"We just think it would be best, so we're close if you need us, you know?" I nodded slowly.

"But...but I don't want to go to the places around here though." I told them quietly. "I want to go where you went mom. I really want to go." She sighed and looked at Will.

"She's spoken JJ. She doesn't want to stay in state." His voice was more gravely than normal, making me worried.

"What's going on?" I asked them. "Why do you wanna keep me in state so badly?"

"Like I said, it would be best if we were close so you could come when you need us, ok?" I nodded slowly again, really not understanding. "Also...we were thinking that someone could stay with you, to make sure you're doing ok."

"What do you mean? Like a helper? I don't need someone to accompany me to my classes, mom! Do you think I'm not capable?" I shrugged her hands off of my shoulders and tried to walk away but she stopped me. "Don't touch me! Are you even thinking about what I might want? All you care about is what you want for me. I thought you of all people would understand and support my decisions." I stormed away and slammed the door to my room, crying in my bed.

My mom knocked on my door an hour later. "Honey can I come in?" I didn't answer but she took it as a yes. "I'm really sorry honey." She sat down on the edge of my bed and put her hand on my side, rubbing it gently. "We just want what's best for you, ok? You tend to rely on us a lot and Pittsburgh is far away, you know?"

"But why do you want someone to watch over me while I'm over there? I don't need that."

"Because we just want to make sure you're ok. You're so important to us and we just want you to be ok."

"You keep saying us but it's just you. Dad wants me to go where I want to go." She let out a sigh and lied down on her side so she was spooning me.

"I just want you to be ok, baby."

"But I am ok."

"Who are you going to turn to when you have a depressive episode?" She traced circles on my stomach. "You only ever talk to me about it honey. I'm not against you talking to other people but I know you and I don't see you talking to anyone else about it. And what about when you feel like doing those dangerous things again and you need someone to talk you down from it?"

"Can't I just call you?" I mumbled. "You'll always answer, right?"

"Of course I'll always answer sweetheart." She kissed the back of my head. "You know that."

"Then can't we just do that? Because I really want to go to that university. It has everything I want." She sighed.

"We'll talk about it, ok? Let's just relax for now, yeah?" I nodded and relaxed when she pulled me closer to her. "I love you hon."

"I love you too mom."

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Fears of a Wishmaster

Just wanted to take a moment to examine everything from Prismo's perspective. This has clearly been a lot for him too, so he should have a moment to reflect.

Enjoy y'all! I think next chapter will either be Luna meeting the Organizer (and Orbo, unfortunately), or Scarab not understanding how babies work and being upset about it.

Word Count: 2,400

There were a couple of benefits of being an incorporeal dream. Prismo didn't need to bother himself with the upkeep of mortality. He didn't need to drink or eat, although he could indulge if he wanted. He wasn't bound by what was "physically" possible, meaning he wasn't bound by dimension or size or gravity.

He also didn't need to sleep.

How ironic would it be for a dream to sleep?

Most of the time, Prismo didn't care for sleep. He couldn't really justify it, not when a wish maker could come in at any moment and interrupt it.

But... well, there were sometimes, especially in the midst of his grief fueled depression, that sleep seemed like the perfect gift of the universe.

Prismo wasn't sure where his feelings on the topic landed tonight. He was exhausted. Emotionally and mentally exhausted.

But he couldn't sleep.

Not as he curled around his little family. Him staying awake was the only thing that convinced his self-destructive partner, the one still bound by mortal needs, to finally sleep. And Glob knows when the last time Scarab slept was.

Scarab was at least soundly sleep, pressing his body against Prismo like a warming rock.

A soft coo drew his attention to the little bundle in his arms. He gave a wobbly smile as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the little face that was also sound asleep. Asleep, but with their tiny secondary hands firmly wrapped around Scarab's finger.

Tonight had been rough. But Luna made it worth it.

But oh, dear Glob, had tonight been rough.

Actually, this entire process had been rough.

It just started as Scarab feeling under the weather. It was strange, he admitted that, but that was understandable. Sure, it was an odd illness that made the beetle much more hostile than he had been in decades, made him very clingy to Prismo, and made him go strangely limp whenever the Wishmaster touched his belly. But, he had decided Scarab was just a clingy, grumpy patient. He understood that. He knew what to do, what to think, when something felt under the weather.

Prismo didn't know what to think when Life first told them what was going on. That there was an egg in Scarab's core, that Prismo was a dad, that he had no idea what to do or expect.

It frightened him, above all.

Children were not something Prismo considered in the cards for himself. His only exposure to the tiny things were in dire circumstances of kids inheriting adult responsibilities, or watching from afar on the TV Wall.

He'd have loved to know kids personally. He almost hoped Jake would bring his pups over when he told him. But turns out pups grow up a bit too fast.

Well... guess you get what you ask for.

He hadn't realized he froze until Scarab began to sob, Life trying and failing to reassure him. He heard his lovely partner call himself defective, a bad carrier for only having one egg, like he had already failed, and that just wouldn't do.

The beetle was terrified, that much was obvious. He hadn't seen Scarab break down like this in a long, long time.

So, Prismo did what he did back then. Put on the brave face.

He tried so hard to not spiral. His mind was going a million miles a second, trying to piece together something cohesive.

What did this mean, for the both of them?

What would the pantheon do, considering the last divine child nearly destroyed the death worlds and end the cycle of life?

What was he supposed to do to keep this little egg safe? What did babies need? Was this kid going to be human? Bug? A dream? Some weird mix of it all?

He wasn't prepared for this. He wasn't ready, not for any of this.

He needed to think, he desperately wanted to just stop and process and compartmentalize any of this news.

Scarab had at least stopped sobbing, now quietly curled up against the Wishmaster's chest. Prismo placed a delicate hand on the Auditor's belly, petting it softly. There was an egg in there, somewhere. His baby. Their baby.

Prismo made sure to remind himself of that whenever Scarab vanished for hours into the basement. He had been doing that a lot more recently, ever since they found out. He was mumbling something about finding the "perfect spot," whatever that meant.

The Wishmaster had the good sense to research and ply Life with tea and questions whenever she had a moment to visit. Although, how much of it was helpful to their specific situation was questionable at best. He wasn't sure how much warming rocks or shedding spot were important to their circumstances, but Life seemed insistent on them.

All it really did was leave him more confused than when he started, especially when Scarab seemed to have found his spot. He started digging a massive hole into the Time Room wall, surrounded by what seemed to be the aborted start of many such similar holes.

"A brood burrow" Scarab had called it.

Prismo wasn't stupid, but maybe he should've asked a few more questions before the egg finally arrived. Before it was sealed in said hole.

The Wishmaster panicked. This wasn't right, this couldn't be right. Babies needed to be held, needed to be touched, they needed to be kept safe, why was Scarab sealing them in a dark hole?

And that's when he was woefully reminded of the fundamental biological differences between the two of them.

"I wouldn't be doing this if there wasn't a good reason, dear. Grubs are... sensitive, Prismo."

Scarab sat himself down in front of the now weakened by reassembled piece of the wall, sword in hand.

"B-B-But... But, that's a baby, Scarab! You put our baby in a dark hole!"

"With enough food and water to get them through this first stage."

"Babies can't eat solid food!"

"Grubs can, Prismo. My dear, I need you to listen to me."

Prismo was fretting. He wanted to dig the egg out, demand Scarab find another way. But the beetle's look was serious. So he listened.

"I know this might not... make sense to you. But grubs have very different needs than mammalian young. This was how I was handled during grub hood, this is how everyone on my planet made it through grub hood."

"B-But... But why? Why would you just... Just trust a hole to be enough?! Babies are fragile!"

"Yes, they are. But a grub is fragile in ways a baby is not. Grubs are sturdy, at least with structure. They hatch able to chew, crawl, and support their own bodies."

"Then why put them in a hole? I thought your species loved touch!"

"We do. But grubs are different, Prismo. Grubs have very fragile senses. Strong bodies, but a weak constitution. Almost any strong sensation can cause them to stress, which makes their little organs fail."

Scarab chittered nervously as he took Prismo's hand.

"I want nothing more than to hold them right now. I'm terrified they won't make it out of that hole, Prismo. I'm right with you in wanting to hold them and keep them safe more... directly. But that's the safest place for them right now. Too much light, too much noise, too much touch, all of it could hurt them. Disturbing them right now, even with the best intentions, could kill them."

Prismo let the words sink in. He swallowed thickly, looking between the wall and Scarab.

"...There's a reason we usually carry a clutch. Grubs... it's a roll of the dice if they emerge."

And so, Prismo was left to stew.

Maybe Scarab meant to reassure him about the necessity of the hole. But, all it did was make his mind spiral with worst case scenarios. If... If it takes that little to make a grub... fail to emerge, then, what are their chances?

Scarab didn't even seem reassured by his own speech. Every time Prismo came to the basement, there was Scarab. Standing guard, in the same spot. Glob, he looked so tired.

Prismo couldn't take care of their little one, not yet at least. But... well, he could at least take care of Scarab.

It became a way to cope: finding a way to get Scarab to sleep. It got harder every time, the beetle getting more and more anxious every time he realized he let himself rest.

But he still had mortal upkeep. He needed to sleep. And Prismo was more than happy to take the torch to let his partner perform that upkeep.

It gave him more time to think.

He leaned his head against the wall, trying to listen for any sign of life in there. Maybe he heard a small scuttling, or maybe some rustling, but nothing concrete. Nothing reassuring.

Glob, what he wouldn't do for some reassurance. To be allowed a peek inside, just to see if they're okay.

But Scarab would never forgive him if he did. He knew, deep in his core, that Scarab would never forgive him if he ever found out.

So, he waited.

Day after anxious day, he waited for something to change. Something to happen.

And boy something did.

When he heard Scarab chirping, much more tense and frantic than he's used to, he knew something was wrong. Deeply wrong.

That moment was a whirlwind of emotions. His baby is emerging! But it's apparently too early and probably won't make it...

But then Prismo listen.

The chirps he was hearing, the ones responding to Scarab's trills and words, they didn't sound like that of something dying. They were frightened, definitely needed reassurance, but they weren't dying. They were loud, steady, confident even.

But there was no way of knowing. Not without waiting.

He had seen a little hand burst through the wall, with little yellow claws. He heard the chittering and squealing of such a tiny body. He watched in awe as this tiny thing dug itself out, and caught them before they tumbled to the floor.

Oh, they were gorgeous. So little, fluffy, alive. They were alive, firmly. Prismo wanted to weep, but he needed to get his two favorite bugs to settle down first.

He quickly wrapped them up in a blanket, chuckling a little at how quickly they fell asleep. He couldn't imagine how exhausting the journey they just had must've been. He looked idly in the whole as he soothed them, seeing the broken open pupa shell at the back of the hole. Such a little fighter already...

Prismo heard a terrible warble from Scarab, who had squeezed his eyes shut and was on the verge of tears.

Had he not seen...?

Oh no, he must think...

"Scarab...?"

The beetle shook his hear, a tear slipping past his shut lids. Oh, his poor Lovebug...

"Scarab? Open your eyes." Please, please come see this beautiful little treasure.

"...Is it over...?"

Prismo's heart broke. The resignation in his voice was too much... He was prepared to accept the end...

"N-No, Lovebug. Look."

And oh, did Scarab look.

Prismo could see the thoughts wandering across his face, from despair to confusion to overwhelming joy and relief. He was quick to examine the little thing, chirping softly, taking one of their tiny hands into his own.

And then he collapsed, sobbing in relief as he slid down against the wall. Oh, his sweet Lovebug... Prismo was at his side in an instant, pressing sweet kisses all along his neck and cheek.

Scarab held their little one with such tenderness, he wouldn't have guessed it wasn't natural. The two bugs chirped and trilled at each other, Scarab nuzzling close and brushing his antennas against theirs.

That brought them to where they were now. In the ambient glow of the Dream Lilies, under the cool shade of the strange clouds, the all rested in the Time Room. Prismo silently closed the main entrances. No wishmakers. Not today.

No, today, he would curl around his beautiful little family. He had finally gotten Scarab to sleep, now that their Luna was among them. He wrapped all of them into a blanket nest, perfect for his partner to burrow into, which he happily did.

A tiny chirp interrupted Prismo's reflection, turning his attention to the little face smiling up at him. Seems they couldn't quite decide if they were awake or asleep yet.

Prismo could relate.

"Hey, sweet star" he cooed, leaning down to give them a peck on the forehead. Luna chirped happily in response, tickling Prismo's nose slightly as they brushed their antenna against his face. "It's nice to finally get to see you. You were in a whole for a few months. Isn't that crazy?"

They blinked owlishly at him, reaching up to pat his chin and giggle.

"Yeah, that is pretty crazy. But look at you, you busted yourself out of baby jail. Never seen a baby who could do that. Must be some kind of super baby."

Luna tilted their head at him, apparently listening. He wondered how much they actually understood.

"You gave your dads quite the scare, you know. You weren't supposed to come out for a while. Why'd you do that, hmm? You can't even walk yet and you're already making trouble."

They gave a tiny trill in defense.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

He chuckled at their one-sided conversation, giving their cheek a little nuzzle with his nose.

"You know... I'm... I'm scared, man. I've been trying to not show it, 'cause Scarab was about to pull his own shell off from stress but... man, you've scared me every step of the way. I'm not even sure I'm not still scared, even with you right here. I'm not sure what I'm doing. Scarab isn't either. But... well, we're trying. Whatever might happen, you're worth it. Remember that Papa and Dad love you, so much."

Luna was looking at him with wide, curious eyes. Prismo thought he could see all the thoughts circling around in their mind, so many thoughts for such a young thing. He hoped they understood.

He placed one more kiss on their forehead. Hopefully that would be enough.

"You should sleep, sweet star. You've had a long day. I'll be right here. Your Dad's right there next to you, you're holding his hand. Sleep."

At least they didn't pick up on Scarab's self-destructive stubbornness, and softly nestled back into Prismo's chest. The Wishmaster sighed, letting the warmth of everything wash over him.

He was scared. He knew he probably would be for a while.

But, for now, he could rest. He might not need sleep, but he will rest.

He could rest, now that his baby was safe in his arms.

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