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pairing: charles leclerc x nanny!reader summary: in which charles is an idiot and you decide to make him suffer for a little bit warnings: smut, angst!, exhibitionism (kinda?), breeding kink!, language, 18+!, bad french!!! (please correct me and i'll edit), barely proofread (sorry if there’s mistakes my eyeballs hurt) word count: 5.9k (LENGTHYYYYY) author's note: had to give us some angst obvi....but also smut bc single dad charles is so hot. let me know what you think! I can't believe it ended up being this long but it felt like it was impossible to end. xoxo. please blow this up bc the effort I put into writing this took 100% of my brain power away lmao. also I got an anon request to write about nanny getting a internship with a fashion company which is included in this! french edits made by the lovely @dannyramirezwife (idk what I would do without you)

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YOU BEGIN TO wonder whether the universe harbors some inexplicable grudge against you. Because really, you always make sure to check in on your friends often. You always make sure to pay your bills on time, if not earlier. Heck, you even make sure to donate to a different charity every month. Yet, as the jet encounters heavily turbulent skies on the way to Miami, the persistent question echoes in your mind ‘why me?’.

Luckily, a bundle of joy rests on your lap, cupping your face in her hands, and playfully squeezing your cheeks. A sweet distraction from the terror you feel inside. It’s adorable how earnestly she tries to impact calmness in you, even though her eyes are half shut with sleep. 

“Ne sois pas effrayé,” Don’t be scared. Her voice maintains its gentleness as she swiftly loses interest in your cheeks, redirecting her tiny hands to play with the ends of your hair. “Je suis là avec papa.” Me and papa are here.

“Chérie,” Charles coos at his daughter, picking her up from your lap and resting her down on the bed. “Repose-toi bien," Get some rest. He tucks her into the bed, a space far too vast for her tiny body, nestling her favorite fluffy bunny stuffed animal by her side. You observe in admiration as he plants a gentle kiss to her forehead, then tenderly strokes her hair in a soothing manner.

“J’ai besoin qu’elle me borde, papa,” I need her to tuck me in. Her tiny fingers point to you and your heart instantly tightens. With a slight shake in your steps, you make your way to the bed, sitting on the side of it. “Bonne nuit, ma petite.” Goodnight, little one.

“Bonne nuit, maman,” Goodnight, mom. The words were mumbled with sleep, but it was the name that couldn’t be ignored.

For a brief period, both you and Charles experienced a suspended moment, a pause in time. Never had she referred to you in such a way, and you certainly didn’t want Charles to assume you influenced her perception in any manner.

“I don’t know why she said that.”

Caught like a deer in headlights, you pivot your head to face him. Panic courses through you, eyes widened, heart pounding. Yet, as you turn to Charles, he appears nonchalant, offering only a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“C’est bien.” It’s okay.

In a hushed pause, the both of you remain motionless aside from turning your head back to the sleeping toddler, entranced by how peaceful she looks. However, Charles finds it hard to divert his gaze from you. His eyes focus on the serene scene of his daughter’s fingers delicately entwined with yours, even in the depths of sleep, acknowledging the profound connection between you two. In these tranquil moments, where your presence is indispensable for tucking her in, Charles not only appreciates the nurturing care you offer but also recognizes the profound love and solace you impact. He can’t help but feel incredibly fortunate to have you in his life.

Only when Charles’s gentle hands tenderly squeezed the back of your neck, providing a subtle massage to your tense muscles, did you become acutely aware of the extent of your own exhaustion.

“Allez, dormons un peu, d’accord?” Let’s get some sleep, yeah? His lips delicately brushed against the shell of your ear, followed by a tender kiss on your temple, guiding you toward the other bed on the jet. Wrapping his arms snugly around your body, he let the both of you fall onto the mattress. While pulling the covers over both of you, your face pressed against his chest clad in a soft t-shirt. As you planted a gentle kiss above the neckline, you could feel the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat.  

Despite the passing of a few months since that initial kiss, your connection with Charles retained a serene simplicity. In the quietude of your shared moments, you found solace. Deliberately, you resisted the temptation to let your mind drift into the what if’s, choosing instead to remain in the present moments. 

However, within his mind, thoughts raced at a million miles a minute. Regardless of the casualness of your relationship you both claim to have, he couldn’t stop picturing you with swollen breasts and a swollen belly. The moment his daughter called you ‘maman’, an almost feral instinct surged within him. It was a wild and untamable force. He couldn’t stop imagining you pregnant. Full of his kid. Full of him. The need to fill you up with all of him was all but surging through his veins. All the blood was rushing to his cock, and he knew he needed to get these thoughts out of his head. 

“Bonne nuit,” Goodnight. His voice sounded so rough as his arms tightened around you and you easily fell into a quick slumber, feeling so safe in his arms from the turbulent skies.

-

The abrupt touchdown of the jet resonated through the cabin, rousing you from slumber. A ballet of movement ensued before your eyes met the scene: Charles had migrated to one of the plush seats, his daughter perched upon his knee. The ambient hum of the aircraft formed a backdrop to the unfolding familial vignette, a delicate interplay of affection. As Charles tenderly pinched his daughter’s cheeks, childlike laughter following their hushed whispers.

Charles shifted his gaze towards you, now upright on the bed. Your tousled hair framed a face adorned with the lingering softness of sleep, and your eyes, slightly puffy with remnant of slumber, held a captivating allure. Despite your disheveled state, he couldn’t help but find that you remained the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Bien dormi?” Sleep well?

A gentle smile played on your lips as you rose from the bed, indulging in a languorous stretch that showcased the contours of your body. The fabric of the t-shirt clung momentarily, revealing the subtle canvas of freckles adorning your stomach to Charles. His gaze involuntarily flicked away, a reflex triggered by the flooding memories, thoughts of you pregnant resurfacing in vivid detail. The mere glimpse of your stomach had him internally spiraling. 

“Uncle Lorenzo and Auntie Char want to see you bébé,” baby. A ripple of excitement danced in his daughter’s eyes as she clapped her hands joyfully at the mere mention of her uncle. Lorenzo and Charlotte had made their way to Miami a few days prior, cleverly disguising their visit as an opportunity to vacation while supporting Charles in the impending race. This strategic maneuver afforded you and Charles the luxury of solitude in the days leading up to the event, a rare and treasured gift compared to the last few months.

-

“Merde,” Shit. He grunted as his head fell back against the headboard of the shared bed. His green eyes watching you with flushed cheeks as you worked yourself over his cock. “This is where you belong, yeah?” 

The morning sun peeked through the curtains of the hotel room. Eliciting a warm glow in the hotel room as you sunk down onto him deeper than before. Your pussy fluttering around his length, appeasing the ache that he created before you even opened your eyes. 

You nodded your head repeatedly. “Mon dieu, yes.” 

His hands cup your ass, fingers pressing firmly into the delicate layers of your skin, leaving an imprint as if searching for a connection beneath the surface. Controlling your movements, he urges you to move more frantically. The feeling of your hot, wet, pussy squeezing him was almost too much for him to handle.

With each passing second, the pressure of his fingers increased, creating a sensation of both command and invitation at the back of your neck. His touch was a deliberate grasp, not just holding but asserting dominance. Your lips met in a symphony of desire.  His tongue slipping into your mouth instantly, brushing against yours as he held you against him. Your nipples flushed against the toned muscles of his chest as you leaned in, and the pound of his hips fucking upwards into you, had you all but mewling into his mouth. 

“C’mon mon ange, don’t make me wait.” My angel.

You’re not sure if it was the pet name or the fact that you loved to please him. Or maybe the brush of his body against your clit. But your orgasm came quickly after while the tears spilled slowly from your eyes. He swallowed every moan you gave him like it was his own source of oxygen before flipping both of you over and pushing you face first into the mattress.

Every moan you gave him was like fuel to the pound of his hips. He was completely lost in the feeling of you. “Take it all,” he grunted as he pushed your body into the mattress deeper than before, his eyes not moving from the sight of his cock coated with you and slipping into you. 

You were begging and pleading him to give you more, more, more. You don’t know what more he could give you; you just knew you needed it.

“So pretty like this,” he muttered, “like you were made just to take my fucking cock whenever I need.” His thrusts began to slow, but the speed didn’t alter just how good they felt. No, he pushed himself even further, hitting all the spots just right. It was as if he was trying to become one with you. Like he wanted merge you two into a singular existence. 

“Cha,” You moaned out his name and you couldn’t see but his eyes widened. His heart clenched at the nickname. He pulled out quickly, provoking a complaint from your lips as he began scooping one of his arms under your stomach and flipping you onto your back. He took a second to just look at you, a shine forming in his eyes as he observed you. You look absolutely fucked. Cheeks flushed, hair all over the place, eyes glossed with satiation, and red marks all over your neck from his fingertips.

“Needed to see your face,” he answered before you could ask, slipping his cock back into your needy hole. The confession making your heart clench and the stretch of his cock had your stomach doing flips. “Besoin de voir tes yeux.” Needed to see your eyes.

His gaze was unwavering and fixed upon you. It was as if sought to etch the intricate details of your face into the canvas of his memory. He wanted to capture every nuance, every curve, and every expression that you made. 

“Merde, let me cum in you.” His eyes trailed down your face, to your neck, to your breasts. The bounce of your breasts from the force of his hips had him in a trance, thoughts of you with swollen breasts came back to mind. When he felt your pussy clench around him at the phrase, a smirk formed. “Yeah? Want me to fill you up sweet girl?

“S’il ti plaît,” please. You were pleading. You wanted nothing more. “J’en ai besoin.” I need it.

Charles’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head at your confession. His groaning and grunting increasing in volume as he pounds into you harder, every inch of his cock pressing against your velvet walls as he releases into you, making you feel all warm inside. 

“Tu es parfaite.” You’re perfect. He collapses beside you; his voice was so low that you almost didn’t hear him mumble the words as he pressed his lips to your collarbone before resting his head on the pillows. You felt your cheeks redden almost instantly, brushing off the compliment with a smile and small laugh. 

“Je dois prendre une douche.” I need to shower. The mixture of his and yours cum was oozing down your leg. You could still feel the warmth of it. Charles mumbled a soft “mmmm”, already drifting off into a slumber. 

-

You weren’t sure what changed in the few minutes you were in the bathroom, but you could feel the unease build in your stomach as you emerged with a towel wrapped around your frame and skin flushed red from the heat of the water to Charles pacing around the room, a knuckle in between his teeth.

He was agitated to say the least. He felt betrayed by you.

A subtle smile played on Charles’s lips as the sound of the shower resonated in the room, accompanied by your soft hum of a song he couldn’t name. The ambiance of the hotel room cocooned him in a profound sense of peace, and in that moment, he wished he could stay here eternally with you. Kissing you, touching you, inside of you.

When he heard the buzzing of a phone on the table beside the bed, he instinctively reached for it without glancing at the screen, presuming it to be his own. Given the context of it being a race weekend, early morning phone calls were expected. 

“Bonjour?” Hello? He let out a cough, clearing his throat from the sound of sleep and satiated desire. The subtle rasp carried with it the traces of his happiness.

“Ah bonjour, hello, this is Camille with Christian Dior.” The woman’s voice echoes into Charles’ ear. He sits up immediately, back against the headboard. His first thought was ‘why is Christian Dior calling me?’ but it wasn’t that abnormal either. Companies reached out to him all the time for collaborations. “I am calling regarding the application we received for the internship and wanted to schedule and in-person meeting.”

Charles felt his stomach twist in knots as he listened to Camille chatter into the phone. Application? Internship? Moving the phone from his ear, he looked at the phone realizing that it was in fact yours and not his. This call was for you, not him. Camille’s voice was muffled as it was pulled away from his ear. 

A wave of nausea coursed through Charles, the unexpected revelation at the possibility of you leaving hitting him hard. How could you just apply for another job like that? He felt himself growing antsy and restless as thoughts swirled in his head. Camille, who was confused by the silence, mumbled something about calling back later due to the lack of response from Charles.

He dropped the phone onto the duvet of the bed, standing up and pacing the room while he felt himself begin to question everything. Questioning why you would leave. Does he not give you enough? Was it too much to handle? As his thoughts droned on, taking a turn for the worse, he began to feel angry. Angry that you considered leaving this job. He began to see red.

“Qu’est-ce qui ne va pas?” What’s wrong? You were cautious, not standing too close to him to give him some space. His head whipped in your direction almost too quickly. 

Your attention was drawn to the wrinkle lines etched on Charles’s forehead, marking the aftermath of his furrowed eyebrows. The subtle creases and wrinkles, usually absent in is carefree demeanor, painted you a picture of his current inner turmoil. When you shifted your gaze to meet with his narrowed eyes, the cautious padding of your bare feet seemed to echo.

It was an unfamiliar sight to witness Charles engulfed in such a storm of emotions. The stark contrast to his usual carefree and joyful demeanor.  He was blinded by his rage as he muttered the next words.

“Es-tu idiote?” Are you stupid? His jaw was clenched. A soft gasp left your lips as you clutched tighter onto the top of your towel, feeling rather exposed now. “Demande à Christian Dior.” Ask Christian Dior. His spat out the name Christian Dior with such disdain. As if it were dirt on the bottom of his shoe.

Your eyes widened, everything clicking. You weren’t sure how he knew, but he was answering your internal thoughts before words could form on your tongue.

“Ils t’ont appelé. J’ai répondu par erreur.” They called you. I answered by mistake. He let out a loud sigh as he leaned against the dresser across from the end of the bed, his forearms flexing as he gripped onto it tightly. You noticed the definition of his muscles and veins forming on his arms. He was squeezing the dresser, trying to gain some relief from such anger swirling within him.

At first, you wanted to argue him for answering your phone. But you knew him. You knew he wasn’t snooping. He said it was a mistake, so you took his word for it.

“Qu’ont-ils dit?” What did they say? You weren’t sure how to approach this conversation with him. You especially were not expecting it to go this way, with you wrapped in only a cotton towel.

His eyes narrowed to an almost imperceptible slit, the vibrant green drained from any warmth of presence. “Are you serious?” The exasperation in his voice reverberated through the room. Your question seemed to strike a nerve, leaving him incredulous. Was that all you had to say? The absence of an explanation hung in the air, adding more tension to the charged atmosphere between you two.

“Ne me crie pas dessus.” Don’t yell at me. You felt your own anger building at his attitude. Who did he think he was? You padded back to your suitcase, grabbing whatever outfit you could without paying attention. You weren’t sure what you even grabbed or if it even matched, but you didn’t care. You were too busy listening to Charles raise his voice.

“Don’t walk away from me.” He pushed off the dresser, trailing behind you. “What is this internship you applied for?”

You didn’t answer right away, instilling more anger within Charles. “Answer me. You’re just going to leave like always?” His tone struck you with disbelief, the harshness leaving an unexpected sting. The air was too intense. You needed to get some air.

Like always?

You turned and faced him. “Are you asking me as my boss or my fuck buddy?” You knew it was a low blow, but it was so unfair for him to be this mean to you. It wasn’t even necessarily his words but his tone that bothered you most. He spoke to you as if you were a child who needed punishing.

You had a shirt half-way over your head and black leggings on. “It’s just a summer internship. I didn’t even do the interview yet, but you seem to know that already.” You waved him off, rushing around the room to get your stuff. You needed to get out of here. You weren’t going to sit here and let him berate you.

“You can’t just leave.” He followed you to the door, gripping your wrist to pull you back towards him. You yanked your arm out of his grip.

“You’re just like everyone else.” His words tumbled out incoherently, much like uncontrollable word vomit. He could feel the panic rising in him as you made your way towards the door. “Right. Use me and then leave. It’s all I’m good for.”

His words twisted your stomach, and you chose to overlook the burning ache in your heart.

“Fine. Just go fuck your ex-boyfriend or something. Or Lando. I know he wants you.” He stood there, chest heaving up and down with his heavy breaths. You pulled the door open, standing in the frame, you took one last glance at him.

“Va te faire foutre.” Go fuck yourself. And with that you were out the door.

-

“Je n’arrive pas à le croire!” I can’t believe him! “C’est vraiment un connard.” He’s really such an asshole.

“Babes, you’re g’na need to speak in English for me to understand,” he laughed before taking a sip of his beer, “you muppet.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at Lando, seated across from you in the elegant ambiance of the hotel restaurant. Adorned in a snug black dress, every curve of your figure accentuated, the crystal jewels meticulously tracing the contours of your breasts. The garment displayed a subtle dip between your cleavage, adding an enthralling touch. It was safe to say you looked fucking good. Or as Lando said, “holy fucking shit, you took the air out of my lungs.” Which in response, you couldn’t resist a playful shove to his shoulder.

In the aftermath of the argument with Charles, you found yourself in the company of Lando, driven partly by Charles’s mention of him. Despite the strained circumstances, your connection with Lando remained strictly platonic. However, Lando’s penchant for flirting was a constant, adding a playful dynamic that colored your friendship. Thankfully for Lando, he was the reason you were able to even get a change of clothes seeing as you left the hotel room earlier in complete disarray. It was still your day off, one that was originally supposed to be spent with Charles. Lorenzo and Charlotte were still taking care of Charles’s daughter, leaving your night wide open.

“Martin’s driver is picking us up soon,” Lando declared, drowning the remainder of his beer and emphatically slamming the bottle onto the table. There was still two more days before the race weekend began, meaning Lando wanted to go out to which you agreed easily. Meanwhile, you maintained a composed sip from your glass of wine. With a playful glint in his eye, Lando added, “Get your dance moves ready muppet.” The prospect of the evening ahead seemed to carry a promise of lively escapades.

Your laughter echoed, creating a buoyant atmosphere as you seamlessly fell into a comfortable conversation with Lando. His easy-going nature and banter helped soothe the lingering nerves from the earlier argument with Charles. In that moment, you felt nothing but gratitude for Lando’s presence.

-

The vibrant lights of the club painted the atmosphere in a kaleidoscope of colors, while the unmistakable scent of alcohol lingered in the air. The club pulsated with energy of the intoxicated crowd, bodies swaying to the vibrations of music surrounding them. It wasn’t until you reached the DJ booth that you felt a wave of reassurance wash over you. 

The night unfolded with a multitude of shots, some in which you had to pretend to take, just to save yourself from vomiting on the floor. The music provided a lively group, thus creating a joyous atmosphere. You surrendered to the rhythm, dancing through the hours, deliberately steering clear of thoughts about the brunette Monegasque who typically occupied your mind.

As you slid out of the booth, making your way to the bathroom, you finally pulled your phone out of your purse. The screen was littered with missed calls and multiple messages, most from nonetheless Charles.

from Charles (dilf)    Where are you?                                              18:45 You’re such a brat.                                          19:19 Really? You’re with Lando?                             22:47 Could your dress be any fucking shorter?    22:51 Tu essaies de me tuer                                  01:27 You’re really testing my patience                01:46

You didn’t answer. Feeling triumphant as you snickered to yourself at his messages, him clearly struggling with the concept of you being out with Lando. Slipping the phone back into your purse, you continued your night, leaving all worries behind. Because if you didn’t, the mere reality of the argument with Charles would have you vomiting on the floor.

-

It was honestly insane how the sun was just beginning to rise. Yet, you and Lando were just stepping foot into the hotel not even a few minutes ago, drunken laughter between you both as you exited the elevator to Lando's floor. No doubt, pictures of you and Lando surfacing all over the internet tonight. But you weren’t worried about that. What you were worried about was the angry brunette standing outside of Lando’s hotel room door, his arms crossed, and eyes tired as if he didn’t sleep the entire night.

You and Lando both sobered up quickly from the sight of him, brooding in front of the hotel door. Charles opened his mouth, utilizing both of your native tongue to exclude Lando from the conversation.

“Tu es putain de sérieuse?” Are you fucking serious? The harsh tone he used drew you back to the argument that had occurred earlier in the day. Or should you say yesterday?

“Que fais-tu ici?” What are you doing here?

He rolled his eyes, teeth gritting as he looked over to Lando smiling beside you with his hotel room key in hand. “Muppet, are you sleeping over, or no? I’m tired.”

Charles didn’t afford you a moment to respond before swiftly shutting him down. The gaze he directed at Lando carried a lethal intensity, a silent warning that spoke volumes. “Absolutely fucking not.” Charles’s grip tightened on your arm, an assertive pull guiding you down the hallway toward the elevator. Surprisingly, you didn’t resist, allowing the momentum to carry you forward. You looked back at Lando who had a smirk on his face and winked at you. What a fucker.

The elevator enveloped you both in an oppressive silence, interrupted only by rhythmic beeping accompanying each floor you ascended. Charles maintained a deliberate gap between you, yet his hand remained firmly clasped around your wrist. In the mirrored surface of the doors, your eyes locked onto each other, breaths syncing. As the doors finally opened, Charles propelled you out with a gentle push, his body behind yours. 

It wasn’t until you both stepped into the hotel room that Charles unleashed a torrent of emotions upon you. His voice, thick with a mixture of anger, jealousy, hurt, and worry, carried the weight of the pent-up emotions he had been harboring. He had seen the stories, the posts, and even the photos of you at dinner, images captured by fans.

The way you smiled at Lando in the pictures had him throwing his phone. And don’t even get him started on the dress. The fucking dress.

“Do you like Lando?” He sneered, jealousy bubbling inside of his chest.

And because you felt like stirring the pot even more, you smirked. “Yes.” And although it was the truth, it wasn’t what Charles thought. You felt bad as you saw his face fall, but he deserved it just for a little bit at the very least.

You could feel all the thoughts racing through Charles head before he pulled you both towards the balcony, staring at the city skyline instead of at you. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice thickening with emotion, “What about me? What about us?”

“As a friend.” You finally announced, turning your body to fully face Charles. “I like Lando as a friend, Cha.” You confirmed, a groan leaving your lips. “Do we have to do this right now? I’m so tired and my feet hurt.”

“Oui.” Allowing no room for further complaints, Charles pulled you into an embrace, his arms enveloping you and effectively trapping you between the warmth of his body and the balcony railing. He nestled his head in the crook of your neck, finding a moment of relief in the reassurance that you were back, and in his arms. The tight hold on you spoke of relief.

“You’re mine,” He states. “Label or no label.” He's possessive in the way he speaks and touches you. Like he needs to get his point across. You feel him laugh as his fingers trail around your front side, trailing down until he can slip them up the front of your dress, pressing his fingers to your lace covered core. It was almost too easy. The dress was so short.

The desperate ache in the pit of your tummy grows with each swipe of his thumb along your covered clit. You began to forget why you were even fighting in the first place, his hands on you felt too good. You lulled your head back against him, making more room for his lips to attack on your neck.

Your ability to articulate words faltered, your legs turning to jell-o under his embrace. With one arm securely wrapped around your waist, he became your anchor, ensuring that you remained standing. 

“You want my fingers?” His lips are hot on your ear. He slips his fingers beneath your underwear, feeling just how wet you really are. It was almost too easy. “So fucking wet and warm, mmm.” He groans as he slips one finger inside of you, moving it so slowly that you began to get frustrated with the pace. Your hips rut, trying to speed up his fingers, but he holds you in place removing your ability to move.

Your body begins to tremble as he increases the pace of his finger, inserting another one and curling it, hitting the spot you ached most. You want to cum so badly; you want to soak his fingers and tremble around them. “So greedy.” He takes your ear lobe in between his teeth, nibbling gently on it before trailing his tongue down the rest of your neck. “Taking my fingers so well.”

You groaned, his words pushing you towards your climax quicker than anticipated. He could tell you close with the way you were squeezing his fingers so tightly, and the way your words were almost incoherent. As soon as your arm reached back, your fingers brushing through his hair, he pulled his fingers out of you.

“No!” You half-shrieked at the loss of contact, pulling his hair in the process. Your face blushed and eyebrows furrowed from the loss of his fingers.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He flips your body around, your back flush against the balcony railing now. The breeze continues to blow your hair around, no doubt making a mess of it.

“You tell me you’re mine.” You bite back, refusing to say it first. Charles began laughing, it reverberated in his chest. 

“Oh, mon ange.” He ignores what you say, trailing his eyes down your body. “This fucking dress.” His words are sharp as he begins gripping the ends of your dress and shoving it upwards, exposing you completely to him now. He placed a quick slap of his finger tips to your clit, the shock and sting of the slap turning you on more than you could imagine.

He pulls you forward, hands squeezing your neck, the area right under your jaw line to be more specific, lips immediately pressing against yours. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was hot, messy, and wet. A clashing of teeth and tongue as he sucked on your tongue. Leaving you almost no room to breathe in the process. But you didn’t mind, his kisses were intoxicating.

The firm presence of Charles’s hand on your neck persisted, the subtle pressure from the pads of his fingers inducing a dizzying effect. It was a tactile reminder of his control, a touch that left your head spinning, and wanting more. “I’ve always been yours.” He doesn’t let you respond before he’s pulling your lips back to his. This time, his fingers slip back into your heated core, assaulting and curling them just how you needed them. You breathed hotly into his mouth as your orgasm crashed over you. It was quick and hot. Charles could’ve sworn he was going to cum right in his pants at the feeling of you squeezing his fingers, coating them in you. He’s never been more jealous of his fingers in his life.

He flips you around again, fumbling with the button of his pants as he shoves them down, them falling to a pile around his ankles. He wasn’t slow, rubbing the tip of his cock through your slick folds, he teased you both for a little bit.

When he finally slipped into you, you swore you were going to cum again. You had to squeeze the railing harder to prevent yourself from doing so. You wanted to cum with him. 

“Squeezing me so well.” He moaned, the wind picking up and the only glimmer of light was from the sun barely peeping over the horizon. You couldn’t believe you were doing this, out in the open of a hotel balcony, but the thrill of it made it that much more exciting.

“Tu aimes ça, hm?” You like that? He pushes you forward so that your chest was pressed to the railing, your head dangling over the edge as you looked down from the height of the building. Everything looked so small from this height. “Want the whole world to know you’re mine.” He continues.

“Want to fill you up.” You clench hard around him, soft moans escaping your lips into the air in response. Charles couldn’t help but feel his heart pound as he muttered the next words. “Want to fill you up with my cum, want to fuck a baby into you.” 

At first, he was nervous muttering the words aloud. But the clench of your pussy around his cock only eased his nerves. Your moans increasing in volume told him just how much you liked that too.

“Merde,” Shit. You were mewling into the open air, the increase in pace of his hips had you seeing stars. 

“Are you gonna let me?”

“Yes!” You were yelling it repeatedly. His fingers crawled their way around your body, slipping into the dip in the front of your dress and pinching your nipples. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“C’mon donne-le moi.” Give it to me. And boy did you. You both came with a loud cry, the sound of his hips slapping into your backside a faint noise compared to the moans. The warmth of his cum seeping into you for the second time in less than 24 hours. Although, you were on the pill, you still liked to play along with the idea of being pregnant. The idea of Charles filling you up turned you on like no other.

You both took a few seconds to recoup, trying to catch your breath. He pulled out slowly, but brought his fingers down, pushing the mixture of both of your cum back inside you. He didn’t want a single drop of it to go to waste. 

He turned you around, bringing your lips to a sweet kiss.

“Je suis désolée.” I’m sorry.  His eyes hold your own. “I should’ve said it sooner. I didn’t mean any of it, I swear. The idea of you leaving had me freaked out, you didn’t deserve any of it. You..”

A small smile graces your lips as you see how genuine he is and you lean up on your tippy toes, bringing your lips back to his. Essentially shutting him up, his hands wrap back around you, lifting you off the ground as he carries you back into the hotel room, both of you collapsing into the bed.

“Even if I got a new job, I’m still yours.” You started. “But actually, there’s this great nanny job I heard about.” Charles feels panic forming in his chest again. But you continue on, “It involves the cutest little girl ever. I also heard that the dad is so hot and cool. Did I mention he’s single?” You joke, laughter erupting between the both of you as he cradles you into his body.

“I don’t think he’s single.”

“Yeah. He definitely isn’t.”

And that was all he needed to hear.

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[happeehippie]

instagram j.b.

summary: follow joe and his fiance evie as they go through his football career.

*face claim is Yasmin Quintana*

series masterlist.

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breezyevie: pics i sent my mom this week

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user: im sorry what did we do to deserve this?

> breezyevie: i want to post more life stuff!

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> breezyevie: we love you mama!

user: not the love note 😢

> breezyevie: jb is the best.

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> breezyevie: fiancé

joeyb_9: you look pretty everyday.. fyi.

> breezyevie: you are the loml.

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> breezyevie: envy is a disease. 🤪

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user: seriously how much orange do you own

> breezyevie: i don’t think i can answer.

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joeyb_9: make sure you bring your helmet.

> breezyevie: i’ll be ready to save the day if needed.

user: yaaaaasss my fav!

millyg: i just want to make it clear that i am an eagles/chargers fan and i don’t own cincy merch.

> breezyevie: i tried to get her to wear some of mine. she says she’s no bandwagon.

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> user: the tswift reference 😭

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> breezyevie: all of the best people are.. except joe. 🫠

user: joe is so fine tbh

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lahjay10_: my boy 💪🏽💪🏽

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> breezyevie: he’s just the best

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user: how does it feel to be dating the best qb in the history of the nfl?

> breezyevie: my joey. 🧡

joeyb_9: always supporting me 🤍

user: you’re like obsessed with him.

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> millyg: let’s respect my girl. they’ve been together for almost six years, he don’t care about you.

> user: they are engaged now, get a life.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Princess & The Playboy (Part 5)

Summary: While meeting Dean's parents went smoothly, the reader's may be a different story. Meanwhile, Dean confides in Eric he knows a secret of his that sheds light on Eric's past actions and the boys set their plan in action...

Masterlist

Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader

Word Count: 6,500ish

Warnings: language, family trauma/angst, kidnapping

A/N: 👀

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Dean POV

I woke with a jerk, eyes flashing open as a small surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. I sighed, closing my eyes as glimpses of a nightmare ran through my mind. I was honestly surprised at how long I’d gone without one.

I wondered if Y/N ever had that recurring dream about not being able to get to Max in time like I did with Sam. I turned in bed, scooting closer, searching for her warm body to curl up against. When my arm reached out to find her though, all I discovered were cold sheets. My eyes popped open again, the clock on her nightstand showing it was almost six in the morning.

I was due to get up in half an hour but Y/N could sleep in. Given how she’d told me just last week she was a night owl, my thoughts wandered to not so great places.

Either she was missing or she was so stressed about her parents visit she was losing sleep over it. The fact she lived in fucking Fort Knox led me to believe it was the later.

I stretched in bed before wandering over to the closet, smiling at the previously empty side. I stayed over most every night, even if the most intimate thing we did was a cuddle. We hadn’t officially said I had a drawer or anything like that but I had a space in the closet for some personal items. Mostly it was fresh underwear and socks but Y/N had hung up a few things that hadn’t belonged to me. Just things she thought it’d be “nice to have” around.

Including a dope ass robe that looked way too freaking comfy on the chilly morning. I threw it on and wrapped my arms around myself, humming as the fleece warmed my cool skin. I wasn’t exactly a robe guy and suspected this thing cost more than some people’s rent, but it did feel damn good.

I trudged through the dark house, ears perking up as I made my way towards her home gym. Piano notes filled the air and I saw light spilling through a cracked door, a soft melody breaking through the quiet.

“Endless,” breathed out Y/N, smashing her fingers against the keys, her eyes closed, face contorting like she didn’t like that sound. “Endless,” she sang softly again, moving her fingers to a lower note, her face less critical. 

I didn’t want to disturb her and tried to close the door. Unfortunately, it was enough to prick her spidey senses because next thing I knew, a hardcover notebook was smacking me in the forehead.

“Oh my god!” she gasped, covering her hands with her face as she shot up. I rubbed my temple and picked up her papers, Y/N moving my hand away before I even straightened up. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” She guided me to the couch in what looked like a studio, taking off quickly and returning in less then thirty seconds with a small first aid kit. “I’m fine, I swear.”

She ignored me, dabbing a cotton ball with alcohol before lighting pressing it against the cut. I winced, Y/N frowning as she found a butterfly bandage and stuck it on. 

“I am fine,” I said again, taking hold of her cheeks, smiling sleepily before pecking a light kiss on her lips. “I promise.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. I shook my head, pulling her to sit in my lap.

“I’m not. You’re kind of a badass. Plus with an arm like that I’m thinking we get you in as backup QB. If you ever got sick of singing, I got a job lined up for ya.” She didn’t smile like she usually did when I teased her though. “What’s wrong? It’s one little bump is all. No biggie.”

“I woke you up early and you need your sleep and now I’m sure you have a headache on top of that and I have my stupid parents coming in this afternoon and you’re not going to be to stay over like normal because god knows what they’ll say and I’m so behind on the next album already and-”

I put my hand over her mouth to stop her, Y/N blinking as tears welled up in her eyes. Fuck, she ripped my heart out when I saw her like that. 

“Listen, listen,” I shushed her, Y/N wearily watching me. “I am fine and I’ll tell you if I’m not. You are exhausted, honey. You have not caught up from when you were on tour for half the freaking year. I want you to go back to bed and I’ll talk to Eric, make sure your morning gets cleared. All I want you to do is get some sleep. Someone from your team can grab your parents and entertain them until tonight where I will come over to have dinner with you and then I will stay over like always. You’re not going to worry about any other shit. Promise?”

She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around me in a deep hug. “My parents stress me out whenever they visit. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t say sorry,” I said, pressing my lips to her ear. “I just want you to get some sleep. Now do you promise?”

“Promise,” she mumbled, burying her face in my neck. She sighed softly and it was only a few beats later I realized her breathing had evened out, fast asleep. My girl really was at the end of her rope. As gently as I could, I carried her out and upstairs, tucking her into bed before changing. Downstairs, I filled up my thermos with coffee and made Y/N some pancakes she could reheat for lunch later.

“Good morning,” said Eric quietly. I glanced left, his body drenched in sweat, most likely from the gym. “You’re up early a lot.”

“My day starts at eight on the dot, sometimes sooner. I get fined if I’m late,” I said, taking a mug from beside the sink and filling it up for him.

“Thank you,” he said, taking a long sip. “You guys get Tuesdays off, right?”

“Yeah but I normally work it and review game film. Gotta set a good example for the team.” I wrapped up the pancakes on a plate, putting a sticky note on top. “I turned off Y/N’s phone. She needs to catch up on sleep. I know she’s busy but please let her sleep late today and cancel any morning meetings she has. And make sure her parents stay away until this evening. She’s worried about them and I told her I’d be here when they get here.”

“Can do.” I nodded, washing up the pan and taking another sip of coffee. “Dean.”

I turned around from the sink, Eric leaned back against the counter. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry again for how I treated you before. Y/N’s always deserved someone good. I’m glad she finally has that with you.” 

“Thank you,” I said, holding out my hand to him. Eric shook it, a quiet beat passing. “Do you think you and Sloane have a chance of working things out?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t even want her forgiveness. I just want her to know my reasoning and that I regret it. I just need her to know that I never thought she was weak or incapable and especially that I didn’t string her along. I always loved her. Even if I fucked it up for good.”

“I’m no relationship expert but why didn’t you go to her in the hospital?” I asked, Eric taking a seat at the island with a sigh. “Like, is there any possible reason you could tell Sloane about why you left?”

“You blamed yourself for your brother’s abduction when there logically was no reason to. For years you did.” He stared me down and nodded. “Now imagine that feeling of guilt but you know you fucked up. The intel was bad and you were distracted and imagine Sam or Y/N were taken, beat to hell, every inch of skin battered. And it was 100% your fault. Your job was to protect them and you screwed up. Would you be able to walk in that room and sit there, your mistake staring right back at you?”

“Were you abused as a kid?” Eric’s eyebrows shot up fast before his jaw clenched. 

“What the fuck kind of question is that?” he snapped. 

“Survivors often blame things out of their control on themselves because they’ve been conditioned to,” I said, raising my chin. Eric closed his eyes, rubbing his temples.

“You did a background check on me,” he mumbled.

“I didn’t use Sloane for it if it makes you feel better. No one knows except me and I plan on it staying that way. I wanted to know who the fuck you were was all.” Eric nodded, inhaling sharply. “Does Sloane know about your dad?”

“No and it doesn’t matter. I screwed up-”

“You probably ran away because you’re conditioned-”

“I’m a fucking solider, Winchester. My sack of shit father has been dead and gone for a very long time. I did not run away from Sloane because of some childhood trauma crap. I was a shitty person. Case closed.”

I stepped closer, looking down at him with a hard face. “Y/N and I were barely adults when we got our trauma and it’s still inside us. Don’t you fucking dare try and say it had no effect because it did. It made you a protector. It also made you expect Sloane to do or say awful things to you when you did go in that room. You’re smart enough to know I’m right.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Eric grit out, shooting daggers at me. “I wasn’t there when she needed me and that’s that.”

“Do you know why Y/N let me in? Because I talked to her, because I was vulnerable. Big bad bodyguard and you’re too scared to tell the girl you love all your secrets.”

“So what? I tell her and nothing changes so what’s the fucking point? I still hurt her.” I grasped his shoulder, shaking my head at him.

“Buddy, we both love two badass strong women. You’re right, Sloane could tell you to fuck off. Or she can finally understand and maybe forgive you. A guy like you isn’t the bad guy, no matter how much you tell yourself.”

Eric lowered his head, his shoulders rising when he breathed deeply. “I can’t. I’ve never told anyone. Shit, my own sister doesn’t even know.”

“Well you can practice with me if you ever decide you do want to,” I said, patting his back. “Take care of Y/N for me today.”

He hummed, Sloane waiting out front by my SUV when I left.

“What are you doing here so early?” I asked. Sloane rubbed her eye, opening the car door.

“I was working on understanding Y/N’s security protocols,” she said, still rubbing her eye.

“At six in the morning?”

“I wake up early. Is that a crime?” she snapped, her eyes red rimmed. I glanced back at the house, Sloane glaring at me. “What?”

“You overheard me talking to him, didn’t you.” She kept my gaze, only a slight tick of her jaw giving her away. “You’re in jeans and a t-shirt today.”

“So what?”

“So maybe your outfit choice doesn’t have to be the only change you make. You could talk to him-“

Sloane held up a hand. “I am not talking about this with anyone, including you. Understand?”

“And the world thinks I’m the emotionally immature one around here,” I mumbled, sliding into the passenger seat. Sloane slammed the door shut and I winced. I could only hope the rest of the day turned around.

Late Afternoon

“Winchester.” I blinked my eyes, noticing the conference room was mostly cleared out. Benny waited by the door as I grabbed my playbook and quickly followed after. “You alright, man?”

“Yeah. Just need to get some sleep,” I yawned, my phone buzzing in my pocket. My agent was having a field day today, fending off offers left and right from companies wanting to capitalize on my recent popularity. Thankfully Brad was a good guy and he knew what I was and wasn’t willing to endorse. 

And any mention of Y/N meant they got an automatic rejection. No questions asked. I wasn’t about to profit off the fact people knew she was my girlfriend.

My phone buzzed again and I reached into my pocket, surprised to see Eric calling. “Uh, hey. What’s up?”

“What time do you get done with work?” Eric asked. I shrugged, waving for Benny to go on ahead of me back to the locker room.

“About an hour. Why?” Eric sighed. “What’s wrong?”

“Listen.” The phone got quiet for a moment, faint footsteps in the background. But then I heard it. Heard it loud and clear.

“Liars and cheats and oh you dirty, dirty sneaks! Like I’m the stain on your perfect life making it bleak!” Y/N sang loudly through the phone, her voice raw while her fingers slammed piano keys.

The noise dissipated, Eric clearing his throat. “Good news, she wrote a song for her record this morning. Bad news, her parents showed up early on their own and they had a massive blowout. I guess they saw the cake you guys made for Max and freaked.”

“...You wouldn’t call me with this unless you were concerned, would you.” 

“Girl’s always used music to process her feelings. But she’s sort of bawling in there and I’ve promised in the past to not interfere when it comes to her parents.” I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. “She’d rip my head off and probably yours if we went in there and talked to her. She’ll either be calmer in an hour or be halfway through another song.”

“I’ll be there in forty five,” I said, heading for the locker room. “Don’t tell her.”

I could feel his hesitancy on the other end. “Did you say not to tell her you’re coming over?”

“Yeah. Let her stay in her studio. I need to talk to her parents. Alone.” Eric was silent for a beat and then another. “Tell me the truth, buddy. Does Y/N exaggerate about her folks or do they say some fucked up shit to her sometimes?”

Eric breathed heavy, a door closing, the sounds of the outdoors surrounding him. “They already don’t like you. Her mom called you a man whore and her dad flipped that she wore your jersey the other night. So I guess you got nothing to lose.”

“I don’t give a fuck if they like me. But they will change their act if they want to be part of their daughter’s life. They can’t hurt her like that everytime she sees them.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you, kid,” said Eric, opening a car door. “I’ll pick you up at the stadium.”

“I distinctly recall you hating my guts.” Eric scoffed, a sliver of a smile on my face. “Oh, I forgot. You loved me from the start, right?”

“Don’t push it, Winchester,” he said. “Get back to work. I’ll see you in a few.”

One hour later I was bouncing my knee in the passenger seat of my truck, Eric pulling into Y/N’s driveway. If my conversation with him over the past twenty minutes was anything to go by, Y/N had been far too kind regarding her parents.

They’d blamed her for Max’s kidnapping. Said it straight to her fucking face when she was eighteen years old. She was a kid and they told her it was her fault. Seven years later they told her they wished she was the one that was dead and they were burying. Called her a brat and diva for being upset on the day of Max’s funeral. Blamed her for paparazzi invading their moment. Blamed her when she tried to talk about Max or hear stories from when they were kids, told her not to speak his name, not when she screwed up his life. The day they “buried” her brother, their relationship had been done for good. They had no problem taking her money though, playing the warm set of parents when they needed to. 

Y/N was not about to be forced to hide in her own home just to get away from people who clearly didn’t give a rats ass about her.

A strong hand gripped my shirt collar as Eric parked, my gaze shooting over my shoulder.

“Hey. I fucked up because I was too protective of Sloane. I don’t want that to happen to you,” he said. I nodded, Eric still leery. “She still loves them, Dean.”

“I know. And if she hates me for what I’m about to do, then she hates me. But her parents need a wake up call and I’ll be the bad guy. Like you said, they already hate me so no harm no foul.” 

“They’ve been by the pool,” said Eric, dropping his hand. I slid out and gave a nod to a few of the security guys in the shack I recognized. I walked around the side of the house, nerves flaring up like this was a freaking super bowl for some reason. Sure, I’d like it if Y/N’s parents were friendly and she had a good relationship. 

But she didn’t deserve their shit. I just hoped it didn’t turn into a screaming match immediately.

I inhaled slowly as I found the older couple relaxing under the umbrella on the patio. 

“Hi, I’m Dean Winchester,” I said as I approached, both their heads turning toward me. “Y/N’s boyfriend. I think the three of us need to talk.”

“Excuse me son but I don’t think we have anything to discuss aside from the fact you're not the kind of man we want dating our daughter,” said her father. I sat down in an open chair at the table, leaning forward with a smile.

“See that’s funny. You think you have a right to have any say in your daughter’s love life. Regardless of the fact the media portrays me as someone I’m not or that your daughter is thirty two years old, you think you have the right based on what? That she’s your flesh and blood? As if you gave an actual shit about her. It’s just us, no need to pretend.”

“What the fuck is your problem?” said her mom, voice on the edge of something dangerous I didn’t like. “Who the fuck are you to say that crap? Of course we love Y/N-”

“There you go being funny again,” I said, narrowing my eyes, looking between them both. “I would never blame my daughter for something that wasn’t her motherfucking fault. I wouldn’t wish her fucking dead or call her names or forbid her from speaking of her missing brother. I certainly wouldn’t snap at her for making a cake to celebrate her brother. If you two really hate Y/N that much, just stay the fuck away. I’m sure she’ll keep giving you as much money as you ask for.”

To my surprise, they didn’t get angry. Y/N’s mom simply stood and wandered off towards the pool, holding a hand over her mouth. Meanwhile, her father closed his eyes, lowering his head.

“At least you have the decency to not lie about it,” I said. “You people are fucking disgusting to come into your daughter’s life like nothing’s wrong when you’ve hurt her as much as those kidnappers did. He was her little brother. She knows she was late to pick him up. You have no idea how hard she’s working to start to feel like it was simply something out of her control.”

They were both silent, still not looking at me.

“Where the hell were you two? Why wasn’t it your responsibility? Why not the parents of Max’s friend? The police? The damn kidnappers? Why’d it fall on the shoulders of an eighteen year old girl? Because you’re weak people, that’s why. It’s why you keep blaming her. You have no idea how lucky you are she’s strong. Telling her you wished it was her in the ground? She might have followed up on that, you morons. She deserves to be able to remember Max openly. She deserves to believe he’s still out there somewhere, even if you don’t. She deserves parents better than you two. I’m only sorry I wasn’t here sooner to say it to your faces.”

I stood up and headed for the back door, her mom making a sort of hiccup sound.

“We never forgave her for not picking Max up on time,” she whispered, lowering her head. “When she gets…I get so angry at her when she wants to bring him up.”

“So much of our lives changed because she wanted to sing. Our privacy. People always offering fake tips about Max. It hurts so much and we keep blaming Y/N for that pain,” said her dad. “We know we shouldn’t but we don’t know how to stop.”

“Try some fucking therapy,” said Eric, walking around the near side of the house, my eyes darting to his. “This is your official notice. You are both banned from this property and contacting Y/N until further notice. Pack up your things and you will be escorted to your hotel.”

I stared at him wide eyed, Eric raising his chin, ignoring me. 

“Now!” he barked. Y/N’s father rose slowly, something steely about him.

“My daughter ask you to do that? Because I’m not leaving without her wanting me gone,” he said. Eric stepped closer, getting in his face.

“My job is to protect Y/N from threats and I am sick of you two coming in here every year and fucking breaking her heart. Get some damn therapy and deal with your shit or never, I mean never, fucking contact her again. You want something, you deal with me. Now get the fuck out.”

Roughly five minutes later Eric and I watched them both be driven down the driveway, my eyes still stuck on him. 

“Keep staring like that Winchester and I’ll think you have a crush,” said Eric, giving a satisfied nod when the gate closed again.

“You said you’re not supposed to interfere with her parents.” Eric shrugged, giving me a smirk.

“She wants to fire me, she can. But those assholes send her spiraling and I’m sick of standing there and watching it. Kiddo was a fucking shell for months after what happened the day of the funeral.”

“I thought I said I had it handled.” Eric spun around and headed back for the house. “Eric.”

“Just cause you can do something on your own doesn’t mean you have to,” he said, opening the door, holding it open. I slid past him into the foyer, Eric patting my shoulder. “Go take care of her. I’ll face the music later.”

“Doesn’t seem your style to hide,” I said, Eric spinning back around to head out, pausing in the doorway. 

“I have an appointment…therapy,” he said quietly. “Probably going to be a waste of time.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Eric shrugged. “I’ll put in a good word with the boss for you.”

“Just focus on taking care of her. I can wait,” he said, leaving and pulling the door shut. I closed my eyes and ditched my bag by the base of the stairs, walking quietly down to the studio.

I knocked once, poking my head inside, frowning as I found the room silent.

And Y/N nowhere in sight.

I flinched when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, a small body hugging me tight. “Y/N, we should-”

“The team in the shack texted I should watch the security video in the back. I heard the whole thing.” Her head burrowed between my shoulder blades, squeezing me hard. Soft, mumbled cries filled the air, my heart aching for her. Slowly, I turned in her embrace, her face hiding away in my chest when I came to face her. I gently shushed her, one arm around her back, one around her shoulders as I tucked her head under my chin.

“I’m sorry I upset you but I’m not sorry I set them straight. You don’t have to put up with people that won’t take accountability for their actions. So be mad with me and Eric but we saw how much it hurt you. We don’t regret it. The only-”

“You think I’m mad at you guys?” she whispered, raising her head, puffy, red rimmed eyes staring back. A quiet laugh slipped past her delicious lips, her head shaking as she laughed harder. “You’re such a goof, Winchester. That was…that was what they needed to hear. Thank you for saying it when I couldn’t.”

“Maybe they’ll get some help for themselves and things can get better,” I said, even if I didn’t believe they would. I’d happily be proven wrong but I wasn’t counting on it. Y/N shrugged, not seeming to have faith in the idea herself. “Can you play me something?”

“I just wrote two new ones,” she said, catching my head shake. “What’d you have in mind?”

“Nothing particular. Just want to sit and listen to you poke around if that’s alright.” She smiled, taking my hand and leading me inside. She left me at the couch and wandered to the piano bench, rolling her shoulders with a heavy inhale. 

“You like rock and grunge,” she said, tapping a key, her head cocked as she did it over and over. “Think I could pull off a few alt rock songs?”

“You can do whatever the hell you want to, sweetheart. Pretty sure you could throw bagpipes in a song and make it go number one.” I caught her smile as her fingers started to dance, hips starting to sway in her seat.

“Normally I come up with music before the lyrics,” she said, something rhythmic and heavy in the air. “You know people think because I’m the pop princess that’s all I listen to. Never would think Metallica inspired a good number of songs on the last album.”

“You partial to Zeppelin?” I asked, her smirk stronger, the puffiness around her eyes going down.

“Everyone loves Stairway and for good reason but I’m a Kashmir girl,” she said, my eyebrows raising. “Surprised?”

“No. Think I fell in love with you a little more is all,” I chuckled, getting up and taking a seat on the edge of the piano bench, watching her fingers move quickly, a hint of both songs coming through. “I am sorry about your parents, sweetheart. I wish things were different.”

“Me too,” she said, flurrying her fingers before abruptly pulling back. “But I won’t ever completely forgive myself for Max as long as they’re in my life. At least how they are right now. S’like Sloane said, even if you're strong, sometimes you want someone else to be strong for you.”

She bumped my shoulder, a coy smile sneaking onto her face. My hand found hers, clasping them together. “We take turns and it’ll work out how it’s supposed to.”

Her head rested on my shoulder, nodding once. “I don’t want to be sad anymore today. Do you want to go out to dinner?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” I said, kissing her temple. “People will probably take pictures of us though.”

“I really don’t care anymore,” she said, squeezing my hand. “If I want to go out with my boyfriend, that’s what I’m going to do.”

“That’s my girl.”

Sam POV

“Eek! Y/N and Dean went out! In public!” squealed Cecilia from the kitchen island, showing her phone to Sebastian’s event planner. The woman in her mid-thirties gave the phone a passing glance, probably wishing she could plan a party for one of them instead of fucking Seb. 

He was even more of a dick whenever it got to close to him hosting one of his stupid ass parties at the house.

But the piece of shit’s desire to mingle with the rich and famous on a regular basis meant Max and I had a real shot at our plan working. I worked at the end of the island, near the open planner with a tentative guest list, my back blocking the camera.

All I had to do was slip the piece of paper from my pocket into the planner and hope the event planner added Y/N and Dean to the list without too much thought. 

Without getting caught of course.

And assume that the super detailed planner lady would just go ahead and invite two of the most popular people on the planet right now willy nilly.

That was all assuming Max didn’t get caught in his part of the plan. Or too hurt. Or dead.

Shit, we really were laying it on the line for this one.

A few moments later, we all heard the loud thud, our heads snapping towards the front of the house. I moved fast, taking the split second opportunity to place the paper in the planner. Then I was off the second Max groaned, playing the role of concerned friend. 

Sebastian knew how close we were, that we considered ourselves brothers. Even if we were both scared shitless about the consequences of breaking a rule, he knew I’d abandon my “job” duties to go to him if he was hurt. So I rushed through the front hall to where a few security guys were already surrounding a grunting Max on the floor.

“I’m fine,” grit out Max, even though we could all see the growing bruise on his cheek. Shit. He wasn’t supposed to hit his head. He tried to sit up, a few of the security guys urging him to stay down. Ironic considering they were the ones they’d kill us if we ever got caught.

“What the fuck��” said Seb, coming out of his office, staring at the scene before him.

“He fell down the stairs, boss,” said a guard, Max brushing the guy off and sitting up, wincing a bit. 

“I said I’m fine,” said Max, his movements proving that was a lie. He was hurt. Hopefully just bumps and bruises. But that was key.

If we wanted a believable story, one of us had to get fucked up in the process. And unfortunately for Max, he was beyond shitty at rock papers scissors and had to take the fall. Literally.

“He needs to rest,” I said, forcing my way into the crowd, helping Max to his feet with another wince. I didn’t wait for a response and started taking him towards our room, Seb’s tsk making us both freeze.

“Andy, make sure he’s alright and then Max should rest the remainder of the day. Sam, I trust you can complete all unfinished chores yourself?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” I said, reluctantly letting Andy take my place and help support Max. I watched them disappear down the hall, Seb turning to another guard, Frankie.

“Explain yourself.” The guard stared at Sebastian, his thick swallow heard loud and clear. Sebastian stepped closer, until his nose was jammed right against the young guard’s. “Why the fuck did you punch my house staff in the face after he fell?”

I stared at Frankie, Sebastian smirking when he saw my face. 

“His knuckles are scrapped, Sam,” he said, turning back to Sebastian. “Question is why the fuck do you think you can touch my fucking property?”

“The guy doesn’t respect me,” said Frankie, finding his voice. “Doesn’t laugh at my jokes, don’t call me sir.”

“He knows his role and abides by it. You on the other hand need a reminder,” snapped Seb. “Sam, dismissed.”

I quickly went back to the kitchen to finish my vegetable prep. On the one hand, Frankie was about to have a world of shit thrown his way which normally I’d feel bad about. On the other, I hated his guts and he’d hit Max for no damn reason so he deserved what was coming to him.

“Take a tylenol in six hours and ice that ankle,” said Andy, patting Max’s shoulder from where he looked him over. We shared a quick look before Max headed for our quarters, the event planner shaking her head.

“That’s why I always say you need a stair runner on those grand staircases, be damned the design.” 

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” said Andy with a role of his eyes. Cecilia eyed me up and down before looking at her phone.

Weird…

“What do you think about maroon?” asked the planner to her just as I caught Seb storming across the hall to his office.

Yeah, today was not about to be Frankie’s day.

It was late when I finally finished with the chores. I was a better cook than Max so I normally handled dinner and prepping snacks and lunches. But doing all of Max’s cleaning on top of all of mine meant I was exhausted and starving for my own dinner.

“Sam.” I turned my head in the dim hallway, Sebastian sitting in his office, sipping on a glass of what I guessed was very expensive whiskey. “Come in here, please.”

I swallowed. The last time I had a late night conversation in that office, I was being branded by the poker in the fire place. God, if he was going to kill me hopefully it’d be fast.

I entered the room, pulling the door shut when he waved his hand. “Yes, sir?”

“How’s Max?” I clasped my hands behind my back, lowering my gaze. 

“I haven’t seen him yet. I’d assume he’s resting.” 

“You’re a hard worker, Sam. Always appreciated that about you. Max too,” he said, standing with his glass. He spun slowly, taking a sip. “You know what I like most about you boys though?”

Oh God. I was so dead.

“You’re loyal,” he said with a grin. “Sure, it took us a little bit to get there but you were young men. I made plenty of mistakes when I was twenty too. Now…now you boys know your place and I haven’t done a single thing to either one of you since. That’s the kind of trust I know we have. It’s loyalty. Something I seem to be lacking with some of my men.”

I raised my head, Sebastian finishing off his drink. 

“Frankie’s…no longer with the operation. That kind of boy wants my head. All he sees is how to get rid of me. And I won’t say I liked the way he looked at my daughter.”

Okay. Good news, Frankie was dead and buried out in the woods out back. Bad news, Sebastian was in one of his killing moods which normally didn’t stop at one body. Mob bosses were like that.

“It’s too bad you and Max aren’t suited for this kind of work. You’re the kind of boys I could trust to be successor,” said Seb, refilling his glass from the bottle on the desk.

“That’s very flattering of you sir,” I said, his chin raising.

“Those are my issues to deal with though. You and Max on the other hand, I can promise that even when I step down and am long gone, you’ll always have your places in this organization. You were a big investment and it’s paying off. I don’t want all that effort to go to waste,” he said, clasping my shoulder. Fuck, I could literally taste the bile pooling up from my gut.

“Thank you sir,” I said quietly, fighting back a shake when he ruffled my hair.

“If only Cecilia were a man. This kind of work doesn’t lend itself to women…although she does have enough rage inside her to handle it,” he said, walking over to his desk, my eyes widening for only a split second when I saw the planner there. “She fucking slipped that singer and Dean Winchester’s names on the guest list. Can you believe that? The balls on that kid.”

Fuck. It didn’t work. It didn’t-

“I guess it’ll make her happy though,” he sighed, cracking a smile when he looked at me. “And I wouldn’t mind meeting Dean Winchester. I bet I could get him to sign my jersey in the game room.”

“I know how much you enjoy the LA Wolves. I know your work is…stressful,” I said carefully, Seb allowing it. “Perhaps Miss Cecilia wouldn’t be the only one to get some happiness out of the guests.”

“This is why I like you, Sam. Always looking out for the big guy,” he chuckled, nodding his head. “She practically begged when I asked her about it earlier so I suppose if I get a benefit out of it too that’s a happy accident.”

I forced a smile, Seb humming to himself. 

“Alright. Go and tend to your friend. I have work to do.”

“Yes sir,” I said. I was quiet in the house as I made my way to our room, closing our door with a quiet thud. Max sat up from the twin mattress, a shiner on his eye and some bruises covering his arms and legs but otherwise in one piece. “It worked.”

“It worked?” asked Max, a smile growing on his face as I nodded. “It fucking worked!”

“Yup. Now we just got to hope they accept,” I said, kicking off my shoes. “Although…we may have a problem with Cecilia. Dickface confronted her about the names, thought she slipped them in. She covered for us. The way she looked at me in the kitchen earlier, I think she knows I did it.”

“The kid is smart and knows her dad’s in the fucking mob. Maybe she’s got a gut feeling something’s not right. Let’s just hope she keeps her mouth shut until after the party,” said Max. I tried not to worry about her right now. I think she knew enough to not say anything.

“So now we just wait for them to accept a random ass invitation to a party for a guy they’ve never heard of.” I sat down beside him, Max still all smiles.

“Have a little faith, Sammy. We made it this far. Who knows? Two weeks from now we could be free men.”

Free or dead. One way or the other, I had a feeling our stay at the Sebastian household would be coming to an end very soon.

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A/N: Read Part 6 here!

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don't you forget about me

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๑ Summary : will you be true to your word that you won't forget about Eddie when both of you stood on your ground with your hopes and dreams succeeded?

๑ Word Count : idk if y'all like longer fics, but I'm just eyeballing it on the right amount, I'm so excited for this one hehe

๑ Warnings : 18+ Songwriter!Eddie Munson x Popstar!FEM!reader, cursing, use of y/n, highschool classmates, set in modern era (but with 80's aesthetics) Eddie is (21), reader is (20), Eddie is also very shy doesn't know how to express he feels but he cares, reader is jittery and rambles when she's nervous! VERY CUTE! I promise :))

๑ What to Expect : friends to lovers, unrequited feelings, FLUFF! this can be slightly awkward but I am a woman of my word it would be absolutely adorable!

๑ Note To Reader : I just had this idea that Eddie and reader while reunite after so many years later and they both can't handle that their friendship has never changed! it's still pretty rock solid! 😭🫶🏻✨

๑ Author Note : I worship John Hughes films, so, you know the drill! 😉 and um- sorry if I'm bringing myself some of my fics in this but the beginning happened to me in real life, so, yes, I miss that specific person (yeah the same guy that had a crush on for 10 fucking years 😃👍🏻) I haven't seen him since 2018 👀

"Stop- what are you doing?!" you said to him while having a breathy laugh

He smirks as he looks at you within his eyelashes as he tries to hold you still while writing something down on the back of your hand

"Eddie, this is ridiculous" you say to him as you shook your head sideways but a fond smile is sitting on your lips as you glanced at your back a bunch of students are hollering in excitement for the school year end because knowing damn well that whatever he is written down on your hand it will not stay, it would be easily removed once you took a bath when you get home

But, you don't mind it anyways, you smile at him as you watch him curiously as you can see his lips muttering different words under his breath as he writes

"You're the one who is being ridiculous" he says to you not looking at your eyes yet

You chuckle at his reply as you playfully roll your eyes at him

"There" he says as he brings back the cap of his blue ballpen, you heard it with a click

You bring your hand close to your face as you read what it says

"Don't let anyone else stop you for following your dream"

you lightly giggle when some of the words are not aligned as it goes wonky down on the back of your hand but still it's nice and you liked it

"Don't forget about me when you get famous with your singing career" he leans forward to get close to you, so, you could hear him clearly

The hallways are filled with whooping and screaming in excitement of students that are cheering for the school year end, Eddie chortled at the sight of it

You missed the way he looks at you

You raised your head as you flash him a sweet adoring smile as you nod

You shyly taken a back from his words of encouragement that really meant true as you judge by his tone

You snort "Okay, Eddie"

A smile tugs to his lips as he leans his back on the railing as he spoke again "I mean it, Y/N"

You look back at him and you directly look into his eyes

"Just don't ever forget about me, okay?"

It's very heartwarming to you that he is so kind "Of course, I will never forget about you, Eddie"

How would you ever forget Eddie Munson?

When he's the only one guy in your school campus who is so respectful towards you?

That was 2016, nine years ago

You've been classmates since 7th grade and even though you don't both have the same section from 8th grade and 9th grade

You still see each other and interacted a little

You kinda wish that he was still your classmates all those years

Sometimes, though, you winced at the memories when you're with him, you cringe at it at how you make things weird and awkward

You hate it when you get all so jumpy and nervous around him, I mean- it's just Eddie but the problem is that he doesn't know that you just realized it back in 8th grade that you finally figured it out that you developed feelings for him

You both weren't exactly close

Yeah, both of you tease each other and make fun and silly jokes sometimes

Yes, you both have a few conversations and slightly deeper talks about both of your families when your teacher on P.E class partnered the both of you together for the dance project

That's the only time that you ever both talked real to each other

That little moment, until now is still vivid to you

But still, you're not that close to him

He was just a good friend or maybe just a good classmate that you had

You encountered him again back in 2018 when both of your paths crossed while being on the escalators

You noticed him first but before you call out to him, you made sure that it was him because you moved on to another school after 9th grade, so, pretty much something's have changed but him?

He never did, he is still stylish as ever and so are you

But of course, both of you grew up

You're now already looking at him and you expect him to notice you, so, you didn't do anything at first and when you both finally met in the middle of the escalator and he is still doesn't saw you on the other side and he is mere inches close to you and you're too fucking shy to call his name out, you tried to tap on the handles to make a sound but no to avail, as you had no choice but to say his name

"Eddie!"

He whipped his head around the second you call him

He smiles and leans back forward as the both of you stare at each other

You shyly wave at him as you duck your head down to look at where you're going

From the corner of your eye, you saw him reached at the end of the escalator, his eyes still locked on you

But goddamn, it's 2024, you're 20 and he's 21

Both of you are college students now

Your feelings for him remained the same way and all of the crushes that you had from elementary to highschool

He's the only one ever to take over your heart this long

So long that sometimes, you wonder, if you try to confess it, so, it will be all over

But isn't that embarrassing? since well....

You haven't seen him since what?!? 2018???

2018 was the last time you ever saw him

You also haven't talked to him for years

Besides, seeing him on his Instagram profile but that doesn't count

But you did some risky stuff and you made such a big deal out of it because you're too overreacting with your giddy feelings for him

Like for instance

You complimented him on his Instagram stories in 2021 and he only heart reacted on it

You greeted him on his birthday for the first time ever in 2022 (you're wishing that he won't find it weird that you know his birthday and you hoped that he still remembers that he also wrote on your slambook back in 7th grade, that's why you knew) you also send your pictures with him from the field trip that you both had in 8th grade

And that right there, you received a message

A message that is so short but so endearing and it really means a lot to you

He says that he is sorry for not reaching out to you after all of those years passed and he is glad that you hadn't changed ever since then and he appreciates and he is so grateful for the highschool memories that you both had together

Even it's just a short amount of period at that time

2023, you greeted him again on his birthday but he only said thank you

You kinda hoped that he'll message you

But, girl- thank god that you aware of the term called "reality check" because why would he message you all of the sudden since that you both didn't knew very well

You sigh in hopelessly romantic manner wishing that he'll talk to you someday

Yeah, a smile grows on your lips all the time when you always receive a notification that he likes your posts

Damn, only a notification from him already lightens up your day

How fucking great, that's how pathetic it is

"5 minutes then you're good to go!"

Okay, fast forward from your train of thoughts, right- you got a show to run

You're a popstar now and you made it like you always wanted to be

Despite, everyone from your school bullies tries to pull you down

Eddie

Eddie is the only one who believed in you and supported you all the way even both of your lives are different now than before

While in the autograph signing table

"You're such an inspiration!" A young girl said as she beams up as she watches you sign up of your portraits photograph

"Thank you so much, sweetie! I'm very happy to hear that, did you had fun?"

She aggressively nods as she starts bopping up and down on her heels in excitement, you chuckled at that and you gave back the signed picture of yours to her as she gives you huge smile as she takes her leave

You didn't noticed the next person as you start signing

"As you walk on by, will you call my name?"

The sound of the person's voice is too unreal for you to hear and to register of what you just heard as you paused on what you're doing as you slowly raise your head up at the person who is standing in front of the table across from you as you gasp that you thought you're not going to see him again after 2018

But, now, here, he is finally once again

You've always dreamed about this

You've always wanted this to happen

It's unbelievable

You know that face and voice and that iconic smirk on him as you take him in

"Eddie?" You're still gasping in shock as you cupped your mouth in surprise as you look around you and your eyes are twinkling as he looks down on you in adoration and now the other fans that are waiting in line are getting curious and they flash you a smile as they relished and witness the reunion of the both of you

He grins as he nods as he shoved his hands onto his pockets "Ah- she remembers me!" You giggled to his classic antics

He hasn't changed

You could hear everyone who is asking, the buzzing "who is he?" "omg- they knew each other?!?" "wait- maybe he is the guy from her songs!"

You're too overwhelmed from all of this that you almost forget that you have to sign all of the pictures

You motion for him to lean down as you say "Can you wait for me backstage?"

He smiles "Yeah, sweetheart- I'll meet you there"

You sheepishly smile at him again as you gave him access that made everyone eyes goes wild, the crowd seems to go nuts over it

And by that the following question had been like this

"Who is the lucky guy?"

"Why is he getting the special treatment?"

"Is he your boyfriend?"

You don't give them all the personal information from your life and all the details but you confirmed that he is the guy from your songs and you love how your fans squealed and get thrilled from this

After an hour, the show is over and you bid goodbye to your fans and thank them for attending, you stretch your arms out and massage your neck as you exhale as you headed into the backstage

"Y/N's a star now" he leans his back on the wall as he smiles at you

He says the moment you moved the curtains on the side as you snort at his comment

You went into the small comfort room as you change your clothes into much more relaxing attire

"Hey, Eddie, I hope you didn't get bored for waiting"

"Nah, I don't mind it- sweets"

Once you get dressed, you open the door, so, you can talk to each other as you start to remove your makeup with a cotton pad as you double cleanse with rinsing it thoroughly

He watches you put a tinted lip balm on your lips, he swallows as he hangs his head low for a while

You groan at the hairstyle that you had earlier but you absolutely loved it getting all glammed up but you're just so tired and wanting to get this everything off so you can get to rest

Both of you kept talking but you didn't notice how he looks at you and watches your every move from removing the pins and hair ties from your hair from brushing it and you let your hair down as you grab your shoulder bag

He is so entranced by you like as you do too

Only if he knew

And only if you knew

His daze has cut off the time when you're literally now in front of him, he snapped out of it when he tries to recall of what you just asked him

"Do you want to walk outside?"

"Y-Yeah sure, come on, let's go"

You told your crew that you'll be back and you look out for them and always saying thank you for getting the job done

The walk was.....pleasing....but too quiet for you

It seems like Eddie can read your thoughts as he finally spoke up

"How many years had passed?"

A knowing smile is showing onto your features as you glanced at him

"9 years"

He raises both of his eyebrows "Damn" as he chuckles in disbelief

"Yeah" the smile still lingers on your lips

"Did you get to do it?"

"Do what?"

"Your band? Corroded Coffin?"

There's a glint on his eyes as he stops to his tracks as he stares at you for a moment

"What?" You ask him in confusion

"Nothing, it's just- you still remember that?" He tilts his head at you as he squints his eyes

"Well, of course! you told me not to forget about you, right?"

"You're always true to your word, sweetheart, I like that for you"

You both sat down on the bench in front of the fountain as you watch random kids playing

He sighs but he notices that you're awaiting for his answer as you quirk an eyebrow at him as he snorts

"Uh, no- Jeff, Gareth and Me, played for 4 to 5 years, I think? We had a blast but I realized that being a rockstar, it's not for me permanently"

"But, I thought you always wanted to be rockstar"

"Yeah, well, we got a record deal for a while-"

"What?!? Really?!?"

He chuckles to your excitement as you turn your whole body facing to him

"Yup, and we- uh- did a little tour here and there but, it just felt like that's not what I was looking for" he shrugs as he looks down as he starts to fidget his rings

You notice that, you always do, it's his nervous habit, you smile at him sadly

"How about Jeff and Gareth?"

"They got all their own ambitions and all of us took the same thing and we agree to not totally disband but, maybe, someday I don't know in the future, we'll get back to where we started"

You nod at him in understanding "I still feel superior to be one of the very first audience" you smirk

He whips his around at you at that and he blinks slowly like he just had a flashback

Yeah, if he's supportive to you and so do you

"the most loud cheerier ever, I gotta say" he laughs as you facepalmed as you can remember all of it

"So, what do you do now?"

"Uh, I'm a songwriter"

You react in delightful way and he chuckles at your face that you make

Both of you reminiscence your highschool memories as both of you look back at it

"Y/N, you-"

"Yeah?"

He hesitates for a few seconds as he chuckles as he dismissive his hand at you

"It's getting late" he says as he clears his throat

Your smile slightly falls as you glanced on your watch

It's been 2 in half hours

"I guess, we better get going then"

You both stand up as he walk you through the parking lot

You dig your nails through your palms as you think twice if you should tell him right away how you really feel about him

You can't chicken out now

You're not a kid anymore, you can take the rejection and well....

At least you tried, so, it will bring you peace

You've been fighting for your whole life not to ask him before, it's plaguing every year passed

Only a few more steps, you can sight your van

You took a deep breath, you know you'll make a rambling mess out of a speech but you don't care

"Eddie" you say as you turn around to look at him

He raises his head the moment you call his name

You walked closer to him as he looks at you as he waits for you to speak

"I know this is going to sound so out of place but uh- I have feelings for you since we we're 7th grade, I didn't know that I had it since I just suddenly realized it when we we're in 8th grade and ever since then and now I still have it for almost 10 years and it's okay, you don't have to-"

"I know"

You're stunned, you can't function to speak anymore

"I-I'm sorry?"

"I know and I'm aware of it"

He can't just say that to you like it was nothing

You're definitely screaming inside to this mind-blowing revelation

Your cheeks starts to glowing red as you feel all bashful to his gaze

Your eyes suddenly can't manage the hold to look in his anymore

"Even before?" You whisper as you wrap your arms to yourself

He's now the one who moves towards you

You're appalled and you didn't even noticed that your mouth is hanging agape as you shut it and swallow

"How did you find out?" You ask without looking at his eyes

He runs his tongue over his lips "from Gareth, and you know him he's got a big mouth and all that"

You close your eyes in humiliation as you bite down your lip

Fuck

You shouldn't have been talking to him or giving a clue

But, sometimes though, you give hints when you're having a conversation with him

Gareth, somehow, finds the missing puzzles and figures it all out

Traitor

You couldn't stand here and you feel ashamed of what you just did, my god, what are you thinking?

"Listen, uh- it's good to see you, I gotta go" you say as your drag your heels to walk away from him as fast as your feet can take you

But, he reaches out and holds your wrist making you stop

"Y/N, don't go"

"Why?"

"Because-" he sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair

"I'm no expert in showcasing my feelings, okay? I-I'm shy"

Your entire discomfort of being flustered has completely washed away

You find it amusing, well, Eddie has always been shy but really???

There's nothing to be mousy about when he's with you

"You're shy?" You echoed what he just said as you pursed your lips together

He scratches the back of his neck as he clicks his tongue as he nods his head slowly

You exhale "Well, fuck- Eddie, I'm shy too! I can't even blurt it out loud of what I've been carrying for what?!? 10 years?!?"

You start pacing back and forth in front of him as he breathes through his nose

"See, Eddie, I've always liked you, okay? or maybe I took your kindness way out of line" you throw hands up

He gave you that doe eye look and you avoid looking at it as you continue rambling at him

"I can't even comprehend why? Why am I still clinging onto you for all these years? I hate that you still made me swoon over you and make me feel things!"

His mouth starts to slowly hanging open to your subtle confession

"You know what's unbelievable to me? Is that you don't know me and I don't know anything about you but still it feels like I knew you even though we don't talk a lot back then and it hurts, it hurts that you're so big-hearted and it pains me that you're just so mellow person" your voice cracks and that's where the time the water works starts to fill up in your eyes

You sniffle as you quickly wipe your tears from your cheeks "You're the only guy that has ever been so nice to me, the only who cared, the only one who hasn't changed towards me since highschool, I don't even know what's the reason why"

He is still remains silent, probably still processing every information that you just told him

His eyes softens and his heart is begging to leap forward outside of his chest

"Y/N" he holds your forearm softly as he runs his thumbs over it, you shivered from his touch

"Have you ever wondered why I still don't have a girl beside me?"

He is still single?!? What?!?

You gulped as you look at him with hopeful eyes and tear-stained cheeks

He smiles down at you as you scrunch up your face in a shameful way that you don't like him to see you crying like this

Oh

That's right

You haven't seen anyone with him since elementary or highschool

He had a couple of silly crushes that you heard from your classmates before but still

You don't saw anyone else with him

And that alone made you think a lot since Eddie is not an asshole, it's mind-boggling

You're still in denial that you might think he has the same feelings for you

As if

"Eddie- I think you're a great human being, anyone is lucky to have you"

He chuckles slightly as you dodged his point

"I didn't date because why?"

You take all the courage that's left inside of you as you look at him

"You already have my heart, darling"

Your eyes flutters to his admission, your heartbeats faster that it might burst any second

He likes you?!?

"A-Are you sure? I don't u-understand- why didn't you m-make a move before?" You stuttered, your voice sounds so small and it makes his heartache

"I was a coward" he pulls you closer to him your eyes widen but you melt to his touch

"W-What about the messages that I sent you? Does that mean anything to you?" A sprinkle of insecurity is showing through your tone and he catches it, he reassures you that it means a lot to him

He grins at the birthday wishes that you make before

"I appreciate them all, I-I just didn't know how to express it in there, so, when I found out that you're have a show in here, maybe it's time to take it to the next level, it feels it's the right thing to do in person"

He embraces you for the first time and the only time that you ever became this much closer to him, you feel his warmth enveloping you his arms surrounding you in the most cozy way possible, you sigh in content as you squeeze him

"Feel better?" He asks as he still holds you tightly

"Yes" you whisper softly as you smile against his chest inhaling on his scent, it's intoxicating

The moment you pushed yourself away from him, you slipped on the thin ice as his reflexes are fast enough to catch you before you can hit the icy cold ground

You gasp as your eyes goes everywhere to his face as you held on him to stabilize you to get back up on your feet

He's so mere inches close, his eyes sparkle as he stares at you

He slowly lifts you back on, both of you didn't break eye contact

He can't help himself as his hand crawls at your waist to flush your body against his, you fight for your breath for the idea that he's about to do

His eyes flits through your eyes and to your lips, he goes for it as you close your eyes as you kissed him back

"Is it too late?" The smugness is radiating off of him when you chase his lips to peck on it

"I think we both waited on the right time" you say as you kissed his cheek

His cheeks blooms red as he dramatically freaked out as you let out a fit of giggles

"I'm relieved that you're patient to finally let me get out of my shell"

"Oh, be thankful that I have a wide patience or else I'll fucking lose it"

He laughs as he rest his forehead against yours

"You're the most perfect girl ever"

You smile brightly "And you're the most perfect boy ever"

Your crew call out to you saying that you have interview tomorrow morning

"Be with me?"

"Forever?"

You snort as you elbowed him as he catches you off guard pressing another kiss to your lips

"I love you, Y/N- you have absolutely no idea"

彡★

#Spotify #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson supremacy #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things 4 #dont you forget about me #simple minds #1980s #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics

[pmitchell]

you and i. | jake “hangman” seresin x reader

warnings: Some more aNGSTY shit, but I promised you guys happy ending 👀

pairings: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader

word count: 1,528 (6 minutes reading time)

author’s notes: Here it is, the highly requested part two to me myself and i 🥺 you guys asked for it and i’ve sat on it long enough, i hope this gives you guys the closure you needed! Anyway (Y/C) is your callsign. Please do let me know what you guys think! ♥️

“Heeeeey, (Y/C),” Coyote slid right next to you, holding a bottle of beer and leaning extremely close to you with a drunken smirk on his face. 

You turned towards him, setting your beer down on the bar. “What are you up to, Coyote?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Did you know...” He asked with a loud volume as if about to drop some amazingly fun fact. “...that it is my birthday today?” His voice dropped back to normal as he stepped closer to you.

You laughed, “I didn’t know that. Happy birthday!” You wished him, offering him a hug. 

“Oh, no, no, no,” he scooted away from you. “It’s my birthday, I get the special today,” he said tilting his cheek towards you. 

“Lieutenant Javy Machado!” You exclaimed and gasped pretentiously. 

“Come on, (Y/C), don’t leave me hanging,” He tapped his cheek with his index finger.

You shook your head but then gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The man wooed in excitement, as if the little kiss just gave him an adrenaline charge, making you laugh.

“Don’t get used to it Coyote, it’s for special occasions only,” you warned him.

Coyote left, winking at you and you watched him rejoin the pilots at the pool table. That’s when you noticed Hangman watching you the whole time. Your smile disappeared and you looked back down at your beer. Ever since you turned him down and he left a few days ago, the two of you hadn’t shared a word to each other, just lingering looks filled with longing or anger, you couldn’t exactly tell anymore with him. 

You scraped off the label to your beer bottle with your nail, gathering clumps of wet paper on the table and trying hard to pretend like you didn’t notice him staring at you with his ears turning red, probably out of anger for the fact that Coyote was able to be so close to you while he watched from far away. When you finally dared yourself to look up, you saw that he was still stealing glances at you, hoping you’d notice him.

This look, you realized, was different. Like he very much wanted to come up to you and end all of this right there at the bar. He took a large swig from his bourbon and began to make his way towards you; you felt your heart plunge to your stomach and you decided to walk away from the situation before he could catch up to you.

You made your way out of the bar, deciding to avoid the confrontation that might happen, especially if he’s drunk. You wondered where to go, however, and that was when you decided to round the bar and head for the beach, hoping he would think you’ve gone back to the base and look for you there.

“Why do you always walk away from me?” His voice called out to you.

Damn it.

You turned to find him standing a few feet away from you and turned again towards the beach. “I’m not,” you said, continuing to walk away.

“You’re walking away right now!” Hangman exclaimed, following in your footsteps.

“I’m not walking away from you, I’m just walking!” you denied.

“Alright, then stop and wait for me!” He challenged you, feet moving a little faster against the sand.

You smiled a little. “No!” You said, carrying on. 

“(Y/N)!” He called out in frustration, but you could hear the smile in his tone. You felt him coming up fast behind you but what you didn’t expect was him grabbing you by the waist from behind and spinning you around, triggering your laughs.

He puts you down and you moved to get away from his grasps again, “Stop it, Jake,” you said, recovering from your laughter as you looked away from him again, but he quickly pulled you back in, hugging you from behind and burying his head on your shoulder.

“Jake...” you called him, trying to pry his hands open, but the man shook his head and tightened his hug around you. “Jake, come on,” you tried again.

“No,” he refused, his voice muffled by your shoulder.

“Let me go,” you said, voice wavering a little against the loud crash of the waves that he could detect a hint of uncertainty in your voice. He thought, maybe you didn’t want him to let go; maybe you wanted him to try again. Maybe, just maybe, you hoped he would hold on.

“No,” he shook his head again. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, committing the scent of your perfume mixed with the salty ocean air to memory.

You sighed, giving up and letting him have his moment. You weren’t going to lie, you missed being back in his arms, you weren’t over him and you knew that. If the world ends tomorrow, you’d take him back right then and there. But you had to be strong; you couldn’t just give in to him, not when he holds all the power to hurt you. 

“Come back to me,” he said, barely a whisper, but you heard him loud and clear.

“I can’t,” you croaked, unable to find your voice as you felt tears prickling your eyes, threatening to spill.

“Please,” he begged. He kissed your shoulders and made his way up, brushing your hair out of the way and into your neck.

“No, Jake,” you emphasized. Taking advantage of the fact that he had only one hand wrapped around your waist, you twisted out of his grasp. “Don’t do this to me,” you said, tears finally falling on your cheek and you could only hope it was dark enough that he didn’t notice it. “I know how this will go. You’ll wear me down eventually and I’ll say yes, we are happy for a while, and then you’ll push me away again when it begins to get serious, and then you’ll leave me all alone picking up all the pieces and gluing them back together.”

“This already happened to us when we were in college, and then it happened again the first time we were here. I’m not going down the same rabbit hole over and over again!” You told him, angry, and although you wanted to deny it, heartbroken.

“(Y/N)...” he began to say, hand going out to reach you.

“No!” You stopped him before he even said anything and tried to shove him away, although it didn’t do anything to budge him. He caught your forearms in his hands and tried to stop you, but it only made you struggle against him; you got in a few shoves and pounds against his chest but he wasn’t affected by it.

“(Y/N), stop. Stop,” Jake said calmly, and he finally grabbed you long enough for him to pull you into a hug, your hands tucked within his chest and your own body. “Okay, okay,” he calmed you down, stroking your hair.

Your anger subsided into tears, years of pent up anger and heartbreak finally overflowing as you sobbed into his chest. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek. “You deserve better, I know that,” Jake began, he lifted your chin and brushed his thumb over your cheek, wiping the tears away. “You have to know that you make me better. And I want to be better. For you,” he said. “I can’t promise it’ll be easy; I can’t promise that I’ll be easy to deal with. But I can promise that I’ll always try to be better for you.”

You looked into his eyes, finding just a hint of lie that could send you running, but all there was is a glimmer of hope that you’d give him another chance.

“I can’t do it without you, baby,” Jake whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m all in this time. It’s you and I, okay?” He kissed you gently.

“What if you hurt me again?” You asked, sniffling a little.

He smiled sadly, hurt that you were having a hard time believing in him, but he knew he deserved that after all these years. “Then you can hate me forever and I’ll never bother you again,” he said. “There’s nothing that’s gonna hurt me more than having you despise me.”

You pouted a little, finally putting your arms around his neck. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do that, Jakey,” you said.

Jake’s smile widened when he heard you call his name that way. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. He tilted his chin up and kissed your forehead.

The two of you looked at each other and he cupped your face and kissed you. Soft, gentle lips against your own as you held on to him like clinging on the hope that this will finally be it; the two of you would get it right this time.

Jake pulled away from the kiss slightly, looking into your eyes and said, “Forever,” before he kissed you again, pulling you flush against him as if he was afraid to let you go again.

tagging alllll the people who requested this part two haha. let me know if you want to permanently be tagged on any of my jake seresin or top gun fanfics!

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[sev-on-kamino]

30 Days of Blossoming Romance (5)

Day 5: Admiring them from afar (prompt list here)

Fives x afab!reader

warnings: none unless you count the dangerous levels of dehydration from being so darn thirsty for Fives 😅

Author’s note: I didn’t even bother with the random generator because it’s day 5, and there’s no way I could resist writing about Fives. I’m weak, ok? Might fuck around and do a part 2 for when they leave the bar 👀

Word count: 903

You had played it cool for as long as possible because Fives was cool. Effortlessly so. But playing it cool had grown difficult the more you let your feelings for him take root. You didn’t want to be aloof or vague. You didn’t want the chase. You wanted to be with him, wanted to be his.

So you’d made your move, laid your cards on the table. Games were fun, but you were done playing. Fives had grown quite serious with you, and for the first time you saw the strength and conviction of an ARC trooper shining through. He didn’t want to play either. He didn’t want there to be a question about where his head was, or where his heart was. Both were hopelessly focused on you.

You sipped your drink, tucked into your booth at 79’s with the other nat born medics and officers, who had ventured out to blow off steam. There was a debate going on between your friends about which trooper was the most attractive. Normally, you’d be in the middle of that conversation, but why debate when the obvious winner, himself, was at the bar, ordering a round for his table?

“Paging Dr. Daydreamer!” One of your friends said waving a hand in front of your face.

“What? What’d I miss?” You asked tearing your eyes away from Fives.

“We were asking who you think is hotter between Commander Cody and Commander Wolffe?”

“Oh, I hadn’t really thought about it. Wolffe’s kinda intimidating,” You said, taking another sip of your drink.

“Ah, and by intimidating you mean he’s not Fives.” It wasn’t a question. That was the flaw in every man. Clone or not.

A chorus of ‘oohs’ raced around the table. Your friends were well aware of your feelings for the ARC trooper, and couldn’t resist teasing you just a little.

“Oh hush!” you fussed, turning to look at Fives as he passed out shots to his brothers. “It’s not my fault. I mean look at him.”

Your friends followed your gaze, and softened a bit. They liked seeing you so smitten, and Fives was easily one of the best troopers to work with.

“And think about it,” you continued, “he’s as kind as he is gorgeous. He just ticks all the boxes and then some.”

You smiled as you watched him, holding court and telling some elaborate story. The way his eyes sparkled, as he gesticulated wildly, no doubt describing a fireball of some sort was captivating. And that damn smile. He could light up any room he walked into with that heart stealing grin of his.

“I can’t believe you’re actually sitting with us, and not draped over him right now,” one of your fellow medics teased.

“I don’t get to see you guys that often anymore,” you said turning to face them, before adding with a cheeky grin, “And I’ll be leaving with him.”

“There it is!” one of the communications officers cheered, downing the rest of their drink.

You looked over to his table one more time, happy to see him laughing and having fun. He looked up and met your eyes, a softer smile. Just for you.

***

Fives was a flirt. This was a known fact just like stars being hot, and space being cold. He didn’t have to turn the charm on, because it was baked right into his personality. With you though, it was so much more than that.

He’d been drawn to you the first time you’d patched him up, mid firefight, eyes bright, gentle yet confident. An actual angel, dodging blaster fire like it was nothing. After that, he’d made every excuse in the galaxy to see you, hoping to charm you into his arms.

The ARC trooper had whipped out his best lines, and your reactions only encouraged him. Your shy giggles when he’d call you beautiful, the vulnerability in your eyes when you had to look up at him because he was so close, and the way you said his name like he was a God. He was so weak for you. He wanted you to be his in every way.

So when you’d made the first move. Laid your feelings bare for him, he’d felt the weight of what was possible with you settling comfortingly around his shoulders. You were trusting him with your precious heart, and he’d be damned if he made you regret it. Finally he could look at you, and know you were his.

And look at you he did. All the time. Every chance he got. Even now, despite the fact that you’d both agreed to meet up at the end of the night, he kept stealing glances at your table. You were stunning as always, wearing a white crop top, and a blue mini skirt. Always sporting his colors.

You were so gorgeous when you laughed, sipping at your drink with a happy little shake of your shoulders. How could he resist?

Mine, all mine, he thought before one of the troopers commanded his attention and requested he tell the story of his latest brush with death. He could give his brothers his attention for now. They deserved it too of course. He’d have all night to focus on you after all.

He snuck in one more look pleased to find you were giving him your attention. He smiled softly, feeling like the luckiest man in the galaxy.

#tcw fives #tcw fives x reader #tcw fives x you #reader insert #arc trooper fives #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #April showers bring May Drabbles #seven writes #blue writes #30 days challenge #tcw fives x fem!reader

[eviesaurusrex]

Harry Styles x Model!Reader

Faceclaim: Lily Collins

author’s note: I’ve binge-watched Emily in Paris for the third time and revisited my love for Lily Collins (and Paris), so I had to do this one, even though I fear it’ll flop again, but nevermind. I’m having fun doing these. joepark, camilleinlondon, and antoinemoreau are your best friends! My French sucks (even after 6 years of learning it in school), so please bare with me and my skills in using a translator, thaaaaaanks!

;

yourinstagram Someone (👀) told me that photo-dumps are cool again, so here is one! Paris has me back ♥️

[tagged joepark]

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joepark I never used the word cool, that’s entirely your wrongdoing 👀

↳ yourinstagram Haha. I love you too 😛

↳ modelfriends4ever Joe and YN are reunited 🥰

hsfan1 excuse me, she is in paaaaariiiiiis, and harry will be in Paris soon!

↳ hsfan2 can’t wait for their reunion! I’m pretty sure Harry is super happy to be back on tour and seeing all of us again, but I have the feeling that he always looks a tad… sad? :c

↳ hsfan1 i have the same feeling, but that’s just normal. they’re so long apart, and FaceTiming just isn’t the same *is in a long-distance relationship himself*

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yourfan1 YN is the most gorgeous human being gracing this earth.

yourfan2 Can I marry you???? 😩

harrystyles I cannot wait to see you soon, darling x H.

↳ yourinstagram mon amour ♥️ Can’t wait to have you back, even though it’s only for a few days 🥹

liked by harrystyles and 739 others

↳ hsfan3 I love how supportive she is, though it hurts to see them both struggling with the distance 🥺

↳ yourfan3 My thought 😩

↳ harrystyles We will make those days count, my love x

liked by yourinstagram, joepark and 3,425 others

↳ hsfan4 I won’t ever find a guy like him.

yourinstagram museum date no. 1 with my handsome boyfriend 🥰

(I am so sorry to drag you around even though you’re probably exhausted, mon amour. I love you!)

[tagged harrystyles]

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harrystyles Don’t you worry, my love, I am wide awake with you by my side x

↳ yourinstagram 👉🏻👈🏻🥰

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↳ hsfan1 screaming crying sobbing

↳ yourfan1 Woah. Imagine having a boyfriend like Harry.

joepark Have fun, my two sugars ❤️

gemmastyles Looking good, Haz 💖 Give that lovely photographer a hug and a kiss on the cheek!

↳ yourinstagram He did. I miss you, Gem!!!!

↳ gemmastyles Miss you too, sweets. You’re coming to NYC with him????

↳ yourinstagram I’ll try very hard, but some clients pushed dates around a lot, so… we’ll see 🥺

liked by gemmastyles, yourfan1 and 88 others

hsfan2 Harry looks so much happier

↳ hsfan3 He does 😭❤️

↳ yourfan2 It makes me happy that YN makes him this happy 🥹

hsfan4 this fluffy gentleman is the epitome of handsomeness, and YN is a very lucky woman

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↳ hsfan4 Hi bestiiiiie 🥹💖

harrystyles My Queen. My Muse. My Love.

[tagged yourinstagram]

Liked by yourinstagram, annetwist, joepark, mitchrowland and 7,609,114 others | 431,060 comments

ynandharry I’m always waiting for these kinds of posts 🤭♥️

hsfan1 Love it when he posts something non-work related

annetwist ❤️

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joepark You’re just the proudest and sweetest boyfriend on this planet, damn, Haz.

↳ harrystyles What should I say? She is the most incredible woman on this planet x H.

liked by ynandharry, yourinstagram, joepark and 4,326 others

↳ joepark That is entirely true

↳ yourfan1 They both love YN so much 😭

↳ yourinstagram Yes hello hi you need to stop thanks bye 🫣

liked by yourfan1, yourfan2, hsfan1, joepark and 34 others

↳ joepark Not gonna happen, sugar 🤭

↳ hsfan2 YN is a mood

yourinstagram Je t'aime tellement, mon amour. C'est un privilège d'avoir le droit de t'aimer.

liked by harrystyles, gemmastyles and 4,354 others

↳ yourfan2 For everyone who doesn’t want to use a translator: “I love you so much, my love. It's a privilege to be allowed to love you.”

liked by hsfan1, hsfan2, yourfan2 and 1,898 others

↳ hsfan1 Thank you for the translation! My translator sucks

liked by yourfan2

↳ gemmastyles I’m bursting into tears even though that’s not even my girlfriend, and the words aren’t for me 😭

↳ yourinstagram Give me a sec, G x

↳ yourfan3 Ooooh, I believe YN is writing her something sweet in private 🥹🤭

↳ harrystyles Je suis le chanceux x

liked by yourinstagram, hsfan2, annetwist and 1,326 others

↳ hsfan2 I love it when Harry speaks French 🥵 (“I am the lucky one.”)

↳ yourinstagram We can discuss this over dinner x

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mitchrowland Tell her that she will get a bear hug!

↳ yourinstagram Miiiiitch! I can’t wait to see you all again ♥️

↳ mitchrowland We can’t wait either. And there is someone who can’t wait for his first auntie's visit 👀

↳ yourfan4 I just love how YN is part of their band family just because she makes Harry so happy 🥰

↳ yourinstagram Mon garçon! 😍

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yourinstagram Harry is doing sound checks for today’s show, so that’s why Joe and I decided to make some Macarons – well, more like I make some Macarons, and she is standing there and thinks she is the funniest person in the room. But Antoine is even worse 👀

[📸 antoinemoreau] [tagged joepark]

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antoinemoreau Excusez-moi? Worse??? I’m offended

↳ joepark You ate 10 macarons.

↳ yourinstagram Don’t try to turn this around, Joe! I saw what you did! 👀

↳ camilleinlondon Please send me some, thank youuuuu

↳ modelfriends4ever The trio is back! Only Camille is missing from the quartet 😚

↳ antoinemoreau I ate those who were supposed to be for you, I guess, ooooops 🤷🏼‍♂️

↳ camilleinlondon I hate you.

↳ joepark Nope, you love him. Deeply.

↳ antoinemoreau 😛😚

joepark I had a great time. Did you have a great time? Because I had one 🤭

↳ yourinstagram 🙄😂

yourfan1 You look so happy, YN 💖

annetwist ❤️

↳ yourinstagram ♥️

yourinstagram He loves you so much, world.

It’s such an honor to see you doing what you love the most, H. My heart is so full of adoration and love and happiness and pride. I may be crying while typing this, so please, if you see me now, standing in a crowd and crying my eyes out: That’s totally normal!

[tagged harrystyles]

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annetwist You are not alone, dear ❤️

↳ yourinstagram He is just so talented and wonderful, and I can’t thank you enough for raising this man and giving him to me 😭

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↳ annetwist I can’t thank you enough for making him happy, sweets. You turned my boy into a man, a man pursuing his dreams without fear because he knows that you will always be by his side, supporting him in everything he tries to accomplish.

↳ yourinstagram 🥹😭

↳ gemmastyles You two need to stop right now.

↳ ynandharry I can’t express how grateful we are that you took YN in and gave her the family she deserves after everything 😭

liked by annetwist, yourinstagram and gemmastyles

yourfan1 I’m like two people further to the right. Can I come and give you a hug? Do you need a hug? People say I’m a good hugger ❤️

liked by yourinstagram and 11 others

↳ yourinstagram Are you the lovely human with the light blue sign??

liked by yourfan1

↳ yourfan1 YES! THAT’S ME!

↳ yourinstagram Coming over right now because hugs are great!

liked by yourfan2, hsfan1 and 212 others

↳ yourfan2 Damn yourfan1 is living the dream right now

hsfan1 She is so far in the back 🥺

↳ hsfan2 I talked to her during his NA tour, where she ALWAYS stood pretty far in the back. She said she has a minor case of claustrophobia, so she is more comfortable in the back where people aren’t too close to one another 😊

↳ hsfan1 Ooooh 🥺 Totally get that. But it’s so sweet that she goes to his shows anyway 🥺

joepark Where did you gooooo????

↳ yourinstagram I’m right behind you, idiot. And why are you texting on the gram??? USE MY NUMBER

liked by modelfriends4ever and 391 others

↳ modelfriends4ever how much can one person love individuals he never met? Me: yes.

harrystyles I am reading this while you’re sleeping on my shoulder in the car on our way to the hotel, and I cannot comprehend, for the love of God, how I deserved you. I love you. Thank you for loving me back x

liked by jefezoff, joepark, antoinemoreau and 399,789 others

↳ jefezoff You’re getting an Instagram ban.

liked by hsfan1, hsfan2 and 54 others

↳ mitchrowland Let him be, Jeff. I think this one was on purpose 🤭

↳ pillowpersonpp My thought

↳ antoinemoreau Thank you for loving her, mate

↳ camilleinlondon Oui, merci! She deserves all the happiness in this world, and you’re making her the happiest ❤️

joepark The moment Harry found YN in the crowd because she waved her sign like a mad woman.

Find yourself a man who grins like him at the sight of his (excited) girl.

[tagged harrystyles and yourinstagram]

Liked by camilleinlondon, hsfan1, hsfan2, yourfan1 and 321,556 others | 45,201 comments

camilleinlondon Still cannot believe how cute and perfect these two are for each other 😩❤️

↳ joepark I knooooooooooow. I may be super jealous because I've been single for an awfully long time by now, but I'm SO happy for these two, I seriously can't get it with my smol brain

↳ camilleinlondon Small brain?? You had an A* in your freaking GCSEs - In. Every. Single. One.

↳ joepark Maybe, but my emotional brain is very smol ☹️

↳ yourinstagram It is not, sugar! Stop talking bullshit!

↳ modelfriends4ever Seriously, get yourself friends like this group. You'll be loved and cherished for life.

yourinstagram He probably just saw a sweet sign and not me or mine

↳ joepark Noooooope. I have video proof!

↳ harrystyles Joe is right. I finished Golden, and then I saw you - jumping and laughing, screaming and with tears in your eyes. Rosy cheeks, the brightest smile on your gorgeous face, and that sign over your head. I definitely saw you, darling, and it made my entire night so much better x

liked by yourinstagram, joepark and 786 others

↳ yourinstagram H 🥰 Gosh, I love you so, so much, more than words could ever describe.

liked by harrystyles and 11 others

↳ joepark Ignore me, I'm gonna sit here and sigh myself to death.

rosesarered You are a piece of art, mon amour. Happy fourth anniversary. Thank you for making me the happiest woman alive ♥️

A penny for your thoughts 🥰

[tagged harrysworld]

Liked by joepark, antoinemoreau, gemmastyles and 8 others | 10 comments

gemmastyles I can tell you exactly what he is thinking 👀🥰

↳ joepark Me too 🤭

↳ rosesarered Care to enlighten me??

↳ gemmastyles He is looking at you, I suppose? Then the case is easy: He is thinking about you, silly ❤️

liked by harrysworld and joepark

↳ rosesarered 👉🏻👈🏻

antoinemoreau I thought photography was my thing in this group 😦

↳ rosesarered It’s only happening when it’s him 😛

harrysworld You. Always you. You’re the only thing on my mind, day and night, in my waking hours and my dreams. Happy anniversary, my darling love. You are making me the most blessed man x

annetwist You can see the love in his eyes – and that’s the only thing a mother wants to see ❤️ Enjoy your anniversary, my darlings!

↳ rosesarered I try my best 🥹

↳ annetwist You don’t even have to try, sweetheart. He has been head over heels for you ever since the two of you met. And you’ve been going strong ever since 😚

liked by rosesarered and harrysworld

harrystyles Mrs. Styles.

[tagged yourinstagram]

Liked by annetwist, jefezoff, joepark, hsfan1, ynandharry and 11,326,771 others | 580,652 comments

joepark SCREAMING

camilleinlondon NO WAY

hsfan1 Happiest day of my life 😭

jefezoff Now I know the purpose of your little getaway! Congratulations ❤️

mitchrowland Congratulations, H!!!

gemmastyles THAT IS MY SISTER, WORLD

annetwist You were always a part of the family, sweetheart. Now it’s only official ❤️

liked by gemmastyles, harrystyles and 379 others

ynandharry It. Is. Happening.

hsfan2 crying 😭

yourfan1 🥹😭

yourfan2 🥰😭

yourinstagram It’s a wonder you got a photo without me bursting into tears 🥹 (I’ve been crying ever since he got down on one knee.)

liked by harrystyles and 38 others

↳ yourinstagram My heart is yours. It was always yours. I love you more than anything in this world, H.

liked by gemmastyles, harrystyles and 1,437 others

↳ yourinstagram I’M GONNA BE MRS STYLES

liked by joepark, harrystyles and 4,220 others

↳ yourfan3 I honestly never witnessed a happier YN 🤭

↳ harrystyles ❤️

↳ yourinstagram ❤️

yourinstagram Becoming Mrs. Harry Styles will be the biggest adventure of my life x

[tagged harrystyles]

Liked by gemmastyles, harrystyles, antoinemoreau and 3,454,627 others | 333,997 comments

annetwist ❤️

gemmastyles Calling you, joepark and camilleinlondon right now so we can discuss dates for the first dress shopping day 🥳

liked by modelfriends4ever, joepark and 99 others

↳ yourfan1 Gemma is SO excited 🥰

↳ hsfan1 She loves YN so so much

liked by gemmastyles and 7 others

↳ hsfan2 They’re like the rolemodel sisters of this planet

liked by gemmastyles and 9 others

antoinemoreau I’m therefore officially applying for wedding photographer.

↳ yourinstagram You don’t want to… party with us?

↳ antoinemoreau I can do both, and you know that 😙

joepark This ring is freaking massive and gorgeous, and I am a tad jealous, BUT MOST OF ALL, I AM SO EXCITED

↳ yourinstagram We’ll find you a handsome, honest, very loving man, sweets, I promise ♥️

liked by camilleinlondon, joepark and 213 others

camilleinlondon How your life has turned… It is amazing, lovely ❤️

harrystyles It is the greatest honor of my life to be there every step of the way. We are a forever kind of love, darling x

liked by yourinstagram, annetwist and 5,525 others

↳ hsfan3 She is definitely his inspiration. Can’t tell me otherwise

↳ yourinstagram I LOVE YOU, H

↳ yourinstagram Could we get ice cream tho? The joy of this day is making me crave sugar 👉🏻👈🏻

liked by yourfan1, yourfan2, harrystyles and 399 others

↳ harrystyles I’m waiting in the lobby, darling x

liked by yourinstagram and 89 others

↳ hsfan4 Awww, they’re still on vacation 🥹 They need this downtime!

↳ yourfan2 Totally! So please, don’t bother them if you happen to see them, world! They need this. They freaking deserve this!

liked by hsfan4, yourfan1 and 76 others

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Thank your for reading! As usual comments, reblogs, and likes are very much appreciated! <3

Taglist:

@onecrazydirectioner

#harry styles fake social media #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x model!reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles instagram blurb #harry styles au #harry styles social media au #harry styles fake ig #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles instagram imagine #harry styles social media imagine #harry styles smau #harry styles #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n

[inkblot-inc]

Just A Few RCD HCs

Summary: These are Just some general headcanons I thought up for Jeweler!Wanda and Metalworker!Reader. Check out where it started by reading Rough Cut Diamonds

[Everything else in the RCD Universe]

Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader

Warning(s): There's mention of sexy times so 18+ aka MINORS DNI, other than that none that I can think of, bud.

Note(s): Umm...I reread RCD and just thought of a few thingy things, some wholesome and not so holesome thots. I hope you enjoy :3

Word Count: somewhere close to 600 maybe bc headcanons (I just didn't check after it went past 500 m' sorry)

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

Wanda makes time to come by often enough that your coworkers know just to send her back to your area

"Skitch! Your lady's here-" "Again!"

They're respectful dw

Lifting up your welding helmet just to see Wanda simply watching you work has been something you've become used to every Friday

Making Wanda your own little rings for her to wear

because obviously.

making lil dainty ones that can stack on top of each other and even a few full-finger rings

You yourself didn't wear a lot of jewelry, maybe a few rings and a chain

Despite that, Wanda definitely makes pieces specifically for you.

somethin like the waves ring with pietersite from Clocks and Colors or the starry night bracelet from Etah Love, that kinda vibe

it's giving silver>>>gold

You'd show Wanda how to do an efficient stick weld.

she'd definitely quick to catch on with her own experience, she really took to TIG welding as well

The glasses she usually wears don't protect enough for what you do, so you have to lend her your helmet.

You have to hold it in place from behind because it's too big on her head 🤭

Y'all for sure have more sex in the shop. 100%

Like I'm about to sound like ya'll are constantly fucking at your job and you're not~ 🙄

I can guarantee you both aren't doing the deed in respectable public more than you do in private

I'm just hyperfocusing for a sec, get off me-

I dunno why you guys don't try it at her workplace more, but somethin about the vibe of your shop specifically gets Wanda ready to jump your bones.

Like to Wanda, her place? Great. Your place? Also great. The maker's Damned??? UGHH 😩

Your back office is the prime spot no doubt-

Logan: 😑😮‍💨

Your Coworkers: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

Your Workbench: 👀

jkjk you both aren't nearly that egregious about it, but they do tease you about it when they notice something happened in the back.

"Skitch, that's what your workspace at home is for-" "You are the literally the last person who needs to rag on me about workplace ettiquette, Remy..."

Also, something about the indents Wanda's rings leave around you neck and biceps from her grip are just-aghhh 😵‍💫

And it's too warm to be wearin' your shacket all the time so just proudly showing off all the marks Wanda leaves on you 😌

There were a few times where you were left to lock up the shop while Logan was out, and you and Wanda fucked at your main workstation...

Eh, the shop's got blinds and curtains to cover the windows-

Even then, it was only a few times

Wanda's already said she want's to be nowhere near the band saw, so...

Back to the wholesome bits-

You would actually weld a sandwich unironically.

AKA ruin a TIG welding torch trying to make a "welded cheese sandwich"

You may be a trained professional, but your survival instincts seem to be wayy down sometimes...

Hey, curiosity is the mother of invention and all that *shrugs*

Wanda won't actively participate in your shenanigans usually, but she will watch to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

You've made plenty of small metal sculpture pieces that Wanda has displayed around her place.

Looking at them and paying attention to the little details she remembers watching you put into them actually helps Wanda maintain the drive that she's kept throughout her career.

Wanda, as ambitious as she is, does have moments where she holds back some of her vision with designs that she's scrapped or held off perpetually in favor of making something reliable instead of something too "unexpected" for her to come out with.

She definitely gets in her own head about it a lot, but with a new set of eyes, your eyes on them, you encourage her to pursue them. You help not only broaden but brighten her horizons.

#marvel #marvel headcanons #rough cut diamonds #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #jeweler!wanda maximoff #metalworker!reader #jeweler!wanda maximoff x metalworker!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x yn #rcd.headcanons #jc ink canons #ink.wanda #ib-jc.

[chubbyheadquarters]

Updated: Sept 24

I JUST WANNA MAKE SOMETHING CLEAR-

I was a bit stumped about it at first, but I've decided that I'll write NSFW too, so minors 👁👁 please don't look. If I see any minors interacting with any NSFW posts. I will block you. I REALLY don't like blocking people, so please don't make me.

Other than that-

Hello! ٩( ᐛ )و

Just a quick note that this blog will be more about the writing aspect, so headcanons, oneshots and links/updates on AO3 stories, along with recommendations of stories will be posted here!

Another note!

I write SPECIFICALLY for chubby readers, since-

I am a chubby girl myself and I can't find any x chubby reader fics from/for my fandom to save my life- (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡

Granted, some people may see it as a simple weight change, but for me, it's the feeling of REALLY being included in the story.

These lines from a bunch of fics I've read-"His shirt fit loosely on you", and "he wrapped his arms around your thin waist", "your small frame" or "He picked you up with ease", etc-don't fit me and I know I'm not the only one.

If a fic usually doesn't clarify that it has a chubby reader, then it's USUALLY a skinny or medium-sized person. I just wanna give me and my chubby fellas a chance, y'know? ┐(シ)┌

And please don't take this the wrong way & please don't think I'm attacking you if you write like this I swear I'm not! Everyone's allowed to write for whatever fandom they want and with whatever body type they wanna write for! I'm just stating that this blog is focused on specifically chubby/plus sized readers.

I write Platonic Readers! For example, if someone requests being just best friends with a certain character, or having a sibling dynamic with another character, then it's all good! 👌🏽

I also write for Yandere characters/situations! If the situation asked for IS uncomfortable to write, I have the right to deny it.

I also do genderbend! I don't see it done much, which is cool! But I'm a dumb little hoe so- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Final thing! I also write for monsters! I write for skeletons and demon monkeys 😑 Basic stuff, like werewolves, vampires, mermaids/merman, hybrids, etc!

I'll write for certain characters for certain medias since it's the only thing I feel I can actually write without making the characters OOC. (´･ω･`)

🐵MONKIE KID🐵

Sun Wukong

Macaque

MK

Mei

Red Son

Spider Queen

Syntax

Maybe the others too if they're requested enough 👀

I WILL NOT write for LMK NeZha, due to the controversy of his age. I've seen many discussions on it, from all sides, mainly from those who are Chinese. And all I have to say is that I don't wanna touch that shit with a 10 foot pole.

Monkey King: Reborn, Hero is Back & Ne'Zha Reborn Sun Wukong are also a go! I just watched the movies and I am quaking 👀 If you guys have any Sun Wukong movies or game characters that're fleshed out enough to be written, PLEASE send them my way.

🌌WAKFU🌌

Yugo

Dally

Eva

Goultard

Joris

Count Harebourg

Oropo

If there's other characters that are requested, then I'll see who they are and if I can write for them.

Maybe I'll do Transformers in the future! I've only seen Transformers Prime, so I'll need to expand my knowledge first. I mean, unless y'all want some Prime stuff 👀. I'll probably watch Animated and read the comics soon-(Hopefully, I've dropped the damn thing twice-😔)

Now for the big boy-😥

💀Undertale💀

I'll write for it and certain AUs. The AUs follow as below(Sans nickname 1st, Papyrus 2nd)

Undertale (Vanilla and Creampuff)

Underfell (Red and Edge)

Underswap (Blue and Stretch)

Fellswap (Raspberry and Rus)

Swapfell (Black and Cash)

Fellswap!Gold (Wine and Coffee)

Horrortale (Axe and Sugar)

The Outertale AUs count too, but it's best not to ask for something that includes, for example, Undertale Sans and Outertale Sans since they'll basically be the same.

Outer nicknames include:

Outertale (Cosmic and Nebula)

Outerswap (Orion and Atlas)

Outerfell (Comet and Sirius)

Also including specific characters include:

Error

Geno from Aftertale

Passive!Nightmare and Dream from Dreamtale

Cross from XTale

Killer

Dust from Dusttale

And to be honest, I'm at a bit for a dilemma when it comes to if I should include Ink, Evil!Nightmare and Fresh. Since Ink doesn't have a soul to feel. Granted he has the ink he drinks to emulate the emotion he wants to feel but idk- (´⌒｀;)

Fresh is parasitic monster that lacks emotions and jumps from different hosts so writing him romantically might be a bit of a problem.

Evil Nightmare searches for negative energy, as it's said that positive emotions make him weak. (╯︵╰)

I try my best to stay on track with how characters would canonically react, along with a dash of what I think they would do. But if there's enough asks, then I'll try my best to write them! ଘ(੭ ᐛ )♡

Other potential AUs

Underlust

Storyshift

Mafiatale

Underpatch

I haven't read Underlust or Storyshift, but if there's enough requests for them, then I'll do my best to read through their stories/find information and write for them.

I'm having a bit of trouble finding concrete information for the bottom two, so they might be a bit more tricky to write about. (•ิ_•ิ)

As far as rules go, just don't send anything rude, k?

Also, please specify if you want Angst, Romance or Platonic/ if you want Headcanons or a One Shot.

Other than that, this post will update every once in a while if I decide to add or negate something, so keep an eye out! (≧∇≦)/

Sorry if there are spelling errors! Have a good day!

#undertale #wakfu #lmk #lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #wakfu x reader #undertale x reader #chubby reader #x reader #x chubby reader #undertale x chubby reader #wakfu x chubby reader #lmk x chubby reader #lego monkie kid

[otterpopchan]

Strange what desire makes foolish people do ~ Kim Mingyu

Warnings: none

Word count: 438

Author’s note: this is my first time writing fluff so i’m sorry if it’s not good akfjskfjh i kinda wrote this while thinking of @berrryshortcake (might make a nsfw ver 👀) i wanted to make a small drabble to please don’t expect as masterpiece lol. also this isn’t proof read or anything like that so pls lmk if there is any mistakes ! i also tried to make this as gender neutral as possible ! <3

   You had always told yourself you would never fall in love. You always thought it was so stupid, well at least that’s what you used to think. Until you met Kim Mingyu. Mingyu was the man of everyone’s dreams; he was tall, handsome, strong, funny, and he could cook. What more could you want in a guy ?

    Meeting him was a complete accident. Little to your knowledge, Mingyu can be very clumsy. You were in a small bookstore walking to the checkout line when all of a sudden you ran into someone (more like someone ran into you). You feel like you just ran into a brick wall but before you could look up someone speaks up, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t even paying attention in front of me” you meet eyes with the handsomest person you think you have ever met. He was wearing glasses, black dress pants, and a white button up shirt where the arms of the shirt are scrunched up to his elbows. He honestly looked like a Michelangelo sculpture.

“H-hello? Are you okay?” he asks, concerned by the fact that you were just staring at him, not saying anything or not even taking in a breath.

“Um yeah I’m okay, sorry I uh- don’t have my glasses on so I couldn’t really see” you push out some lame excuse, hoping he doesn’t think much of it.

“You’re wearing glasses though?” he tilts his head to the side, looking at you up and down, now confused beyond anything.

You mentally panic as you scramble to find the words to say, “These are fake! I left my actual ones at home” you flash him an awkward smile as you giggle nervously.

“Well hopefully you wear your real glasses next time I run into you, I’m Mingyu by the way” Mingyu winks at you and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you” you give him a genuine smile, mentally slapping yourself at how awkward you were being.

As mingyu was about to ask for your number you speed walk away from him, leaving him confused once again and also leaving him starstruck. He thought you were the cutest person ever. The way you got so flustered just by looking at him gave him such a desire to make you his. He turned in the direction you zoomed off to, only to not see you in the store anymore. He panics and walks around the store, in hopes of seeing you again. Mingyu knew that finding you again would be damn near impossible but it’s strange what desire will make foolish people do.

#🦦 attempts to write #mingyu fluff #mingyu seventeen #mingyu imagines #mingyu x reader

[muzanswaifu]

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask (Answered)

I"m not even gonna wait for anyone to ask bcuz this bitch is gonna answer them NOW

I wait for no one 😤

Keep reading if you wanna see my answers!

I nominate @xxsabitoxx, @magoliaomega, @yurmomsawh0r, and all my other writer moots to answer all these as well, CUZ I WANNA KNOW WAT YALL HAVE TO SAY

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

All of my old Doushino fics lmao, I like the base storyline I did for all of them, but my writing was so shitty back then and I cringe looking back at them now. Ireally really wish I could just rewrite them but Ik some people would literally shit their pants if i deleted them so im stuck

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

I have a kink for apology/angst scenes haha, if couldn't already tell from my past works. It's just something that I feel everyone thrives for, especially myself, where the love interest apologizes for all their wrong doings and admits that they long for yn's forgiveness and love. Mama is a heart throb

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Any scene with shinobu in my Gamer Giyu fic "The Perfect Date". I tried to make her as funny as possible in that one, and believe me, there were plenty more funny moments of her in my draft for that fic that I ended up having to cut out bcuz I felt it drew away from the plot too much. Oh how I wish to make a fic just for her lol

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I like to make the love interests assholes sometimes, just to piss you guys off hehe, everytime they do something shitty that makes you hella sad, just know that it was me 😈

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

I don't unfortunately, I kinda just go read over it myself a couple times to check for mistakes but thats pretty much it. Ngl lie though, I am kinda interested in having someone else proofread for spelling mistakes and plot holes, any takers 👀 preferrably someone who's talented with that sort of thing haha

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I always enjoy a good simile and metaphor here and there, not really sure about themes... love at first sight maybe? enemies to lovers? tsundere? I like sad fics as well that have happy endings, I will never, ever do a completely sad ending, i just don't like them and they leave a bad taste in my mouth

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Dog, I dont even knooooooooooow, i think all of my fics are pretty straight forward and tame. Maybe Regrettable? All of my super crazy fics are still in production so we'll just wait and see, but for drafts rn, my "No Escape" (Sanemi x Reader) series is gonna be hella crazy, so just you wait

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

My fav thing about my writing is probably my dialogue, i think I write pretty appropriate dialogue. I try my damn hardest not to make the characters cringe and to make them relatable so I hope I've done a good job with that

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

Ngl, I kinda hate them. Kissing is nice and all but i write smut yall, i got bigger things to worry about than smooching. Now virginity loss fics are a whole nother story, bcuz i can actually make it enjoyable unlike real life 😭 Shitty first time gang arise ✊

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Nope, I bask in silence, maybe some white noise in the background sometimes? Music distracts me too much

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

I use my notes app on my phone to make my outlines, google for thesaurus, and an online word counter for the final word count

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

Yup, for those who remember, I was working on a fic called Night and Day about Kyo x stepsister reader who was living with him. Originally I had him as a yandere, obsessive person with reader being uninterested in him and the fic being non-con, but I ended up scrapping the whole thing and changing it to be a fluff fic with reader living with kyo, reader having a crush on him, and slowly the two grow closer, with tons and tons of angst and sadness. The original outline for the non-con fic is on my patreon if anyone would like to see the poor thing, it had 8 chapters outlined too haha. what a waste.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

Only 1 ☝️ I'm pretty sure i've mention her before, my friend sam? We used to read a ton of fanfics and watch anime growing up so she's the only person i've ever told since she understands the field, and i am never gonna tell anyone else 😭I would literally die, my group at college doesn't even watch anime

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Either Perfect Date or Regrettable

🍷 Do you drink and write?

Hehe no, I do smoke and write sometimes though

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

My Little One if I remember correctly

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

I usually like to write at night after I've finished all of my hw, right before bedtime :)

💖 What made you start writing?

I had a ton of idea for fics but didn't want to spend my days requesting all of them so I just wrote them myself, I write so much shit already for school, so I just said fuck it, lets ball

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I thrive off of them ❤️‍🔥 I frame every single comment on my wall ngl

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Cheating. Not sure if thats a trope but i kinda feel it is in some fics where reader or love interest cheats, the one who got cheated on gets revenge sex with another party, and then they get back together. I just hate it and it hurts my feeling and turns me off

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

Of course! After I finish all of my requests I'm gonna get that started hopefully and use the money to buy hot figurines 🥵

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Sometimes, it depends on the fic. I usually just look up time period stuff so that things are close to accurate

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

My Little One

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I love halloween fics, they are scarily hot

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

YUP, @magoliaomega has perfectly written part 2 for two of my fics, reading her gifts is so eerie bcuz they were exactly wat i would've wanted for the sequel and I love her for for it, she is literally god

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I've never gotten any but I would love to, fan art is awesome

📈 How many fics do you have?

Uhhhh like 20 I think?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I usually outline but I'm kinda thinking ab stopping bcuz my best fics were written without any preparations so well see.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Girl Imma talk about I'm Yours, my upcoming series ab alpha kyo and omega fem reader. I am sosososoosososossosos excited for this one yall have no idea. I've already mapped out the chapters and plot and everything. Im currently working on chapter two and just cant wait to get this shit done so i can post everything. I'm just excited to add to the very small pile of kny omegaverse fics and hopefully the series will inspire more abo creations for demon slayer. Another work I'm excited ab is a collab im doing with a fellow bestie 😏 I wont name any names or say wat the fic is ab but hopefully well get the fic done sometime next year, really excited to work with her on this!

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

I would start off with headcannons, then short scenes, then one-shots, then multi-chapter. I went backwords from this list and i wish i didnt haha. theres nothing wrong with doing it out of that order of course, I just think its the best way to build up skill and get a hang of things. Also dont be afraid to take breaks! burning urself out will lead to depression babes

💞 Who's your comfort character?

Shinobu ❤️ she was the first girl I wrote for in demon slayer and she's always held a special place in my heart

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Can't really answer this one lmaoooooo, so ill choose a random headcannon I have, Shizu taught Sanemi how to cook and he always helped her make meals for the family

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Kyojuro, my love. He is so pure, I wanna suck the soul outta him

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Mitsuri was obviously upset.

One day was fine. Two was pushing it. Three was a little concerning. Four was a lite search. Five was thorough detective work. And six was a breakdown. By day seven, today, she was still bawling in her pillow, wondering where-oh-where you’d gone. 

Meanwhile, you hardly had time to worry about your concerning absence with a dragon on you at all times of the day. During the rare moments you weren’t getting knotted or eaten out, you were getting bathed, fed, or hushed to sleep. Similar to Kanroji, you too were sobbing into your bedding - but your reason being your cunt getting ravaged hourly. The pleasure was still incredibly mind-blowing, but your pussy was so fucked raw and puffy that you were sore beyond belief from the mating session. You had misunderstood that section in the book. You’d thought a week-long initial rut meant only occasional couplings, like a sort of honeymoon phase.Nope. Every waking moment was spent hanging off his knot and getting filled to the brim with his seed. Hereallywanted babies. And he was likely going to get them, even if it wasn’t your fertile week. You doubted his sperm would take no for an answer, honestly...

“Are you tired, my love?”

You moaned as he pulled on the lock and replied in a cracked voice. “Ye-eess.”

With one more tug, his knot was pulled free. You came painfully one final time before a flood of spunk gushed down your legs. Kyojuro flipped you over to your back and set you down onto the part of the nest that wasn’t caked in sin.

He kissed your forehead as you panted. “Our rut is done, little one. You did wonderfully, I’m so proud - you may rest now,” he whispered and laid next to you. You sighed and groaned, “Finaallyyyy.” He chuckled.

“Tomorrow we will bring your things here and anything else you may need. Your friends and family will understand, I’m sure.” You eyes shot open and you remembered them.

“Oh my god!”

Lil snippet from My Sweet Kitten (Mitsuri x Dragon Iguro) My Little One Part 2 hehe

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

Any of my non-con lmao, I think they would kill me tbh, but I heard that kinks were hereditary so this is their fault

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

If people ask for a part 2, even though I wont write one hehe

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Breeding kink, I have needs. Also pet names (baby, sweetheart, my love, darling, princess, ect)

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

Maybe as a side career, I'm not getting a degree in my field of study just to write smut all day lmaooo, i enjoy having writing as my hobby and dont want to have it bare the burden of being my main source of income, it would stress me too much

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

It depends honestly, if I'm really inspired and horny, it takes less time. My Little One took me only 3 days to write cuz i was so pent up haha, requests take longer tho bc i have a specific plot and terms to stick to, along with anxieties about whether or not the requester will approve wat i've produced, so those usually take me a couple weeks to a month

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Action. That shit is hard. I don't think i could ever write a fight scene ever

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Not the ones i have currently but the ones i have in the works are extremely heartbreaking, i cried a little writing some of them

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

It depends on the type of criticism. I appreciate it if its about errors in my writing since i still have some growing to do in that department. But there has been some drama ab the things I write ab that people find...distasteful. If you don't like what I write ab, leave, dont waste my time pretending to be a mutual, I write for me not you. Some of yall have some real mean girl mentalities and need to grow tf up, this isn't fucking highschool. Im glad for thei experience tho bcuz it's taught me how to deal with negative people better. On the more constructive side of things tho, if you see errors like plotholes, devices, or grammar in my fics, please tell me! I miss shit sometimes and appreciate the help to better my work

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

#Smut. LMFAOOO

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

I looooove reader interactions! I wanna know what people think and what they would like to see next. I also love requests but I've learned that they are harder than they look lmao. I just worry ab disappointing readers sometimes. I want you guys to enjoy it too!

#demon slayer #demon slayer smut #kny #kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba smut

[warmaidensrevenge]

Eddie... honey

Pairing:Papa!Eddie Munson x plus!size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Authors note: I was working on this for a bit. I seem to have a bit of a writers block on this next chapter. So I apologize if its not everything its cracked up to be. So without further ado here she is. 

Warnings:18+ Smut, language, arguing, heart ache and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: It is happening. The long awaited release you and Eddie needed. But was it a mistake? It most definitely not, well not at first. Decisions must be made. But at what cost? 

Chapter 6: Suffering

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Tonight is the night. It's definitely happening tonight. Eddie told himself over and over again. It was the week after Tina showed her face. Now he was no longer waiting. You had went to a union seminar that took you away for a total of 6 days 11 hours 37 minutes and 52 seconds. Yup he had been keeping track. You were about to come home and he was ready. Your place was ready to go. Flowers leading from the front door to the bed. He didn't think that you guys would make it that far so he put 3 condoms by the couch just to make sure. He put condoms in a kitchen drawer. There were condoms in the bathroom and in the hallway table. And a whole box on the bedside night stand.

He was waiting in his van ready to pick you up from the airport. He checked and double checked the glove box to see if the condoms he put in there that morning were still there. They were. He went to the back and fixed the mattress he put back there just for you. Just in case he couldn't make it to the house. He really was not messing around tonight. It was happening and that's it.

He looked at his watch and got out of the van and went inside the building. He had flowers in one hand and your favorite chocolates in the other. He was so ancy he was practically jumping up and down. There were a lot of people coming out of the gate and he didn't see you.

" Sweetheart...be here. You gotta be here." He said under his breath.

" I'm here honey."

He whipped around and there you were. Pretty as a damn picture.

" How-"

" I went to get my suitcase first.... Hi."

Eddie grinned. " Hi sweetheart."

He handed you the flowers and took your bag. He pulled you in for a kiss with his hand behind your head. Foreheads meeting after.

" Eddie honey. Where's our girl?"

" She's with Wayne for the night. It's just you and me sweetheart."

You looked up into his eyes and pouted.

"Alright. Just for a minute okay. She's probably sleeping already."

You kissed him on the cheek. Thank you honey. I missed her."

" Oh I see. You only like me for my daughter."

" Well duh silly. She's just too perfect. I'm working on her to love more than you so we can run away together." You teased

Eddie frowned until you gave him kisses and apologized.

" Okay we need to hurry because I can't wait for much longer." He said handing you the box of chocolates and led you to the van.

After seeing Rosie you guys went to your place. Eddie brought in your bags and helped you out of your jacket and shoes. He was going for your shirt when you stopped him.

" Baby. Please let me shower. I need to wash the plane off and I need to wake up. I'll be out in 5 mins. I also bought something to wear for you."

" Why sweetheart? I'm just gonna take it off. I want you butt ass naked in that bed in 6 minutes. And not a second more."

"Yes sir." You said before kissing him and went.

Eddie grabbed 2 bottles of Gatorade and some snacks for when you guys needed to build up energy. He put his hair up in a low bun because things were about to get hot. He already brought a fan in earlier so he turned that on. He looked at his watch and saw you had 3 minutes left. He was so giddy he could just spit. He lit a couple of candles and turned on some music. Careless Whisper was playing.

"Oh no. Honey that is not what we should be doing it to, for our first time. Can we have Judas Priest or Def Leppard playing instead?"

He turned to look at his amazing fiance. " See baby. This is why we're getting married. Your taste in music is impeccable."

" Why thank you." You yawned and went to the bed taking off your towel and laid down.

" No. Nope. Don't do that sweetheart. We have to do this tonight. I can't wait anymore." He changed the music and took off his clothes.

His penis looked angry. The tip was this brilliant shade of red that you felt bad for it. You moved the blanket back so he could get in too. His body was so warm. You wished he would just spoon you and you could fall asleep. But no you had to stay up for him. You guys had been waiting too long for this.

Eddie propped himself on one elbow and kissed you and massaged your breast. He started to kiss your cheek down to your jaw line and then down to your neck. He took your nipple into his mouth while his hand went for your clit. Your soft moans were making it impossible to not cum right then and there. But then your moans changed. He looked up and you were falling asleep.

" Baby no." He whined "Please wake up. I can't do this when you're sleeping."

You rubbed your eyes and looked at him. " I'm sorry honey. I'm up. I'm up."

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you. "Stay with me baby. Don't fall asleep."

"Okay honey. I promise. I'm up. I won't fall asleep."

Eddie went back to rubbing and sucking. He reached over to grab a condom. He hurried and put it on and positioned himself so that his face was staring right at your perfect little pussy. He just wanted to taste you for a minute. He licked up your slick swallowing it and enjoyed the sweetness only you could provide him. He hummed into you and stuck his tongue so deep into your hole that his nose was pressing against your clit. He moved his face to use his nose and an aid to get you off. He was enjoying himself so much that he didn't realize that you were completely knocked out.

" Mmm baby. I love how wet you get for me. You taste so good." He cooed

But when you didn't respond he smiled.

" Leaving you speechless huh?" He gave your clit one last swirl of his tongue before looking up.

" Aww sweetheart common."

He got to his knees leaning his ass on his heels. He hung is head when you turned to your side and curled up a bit. He huffed and took off the condom and tossed it. He laid down facing you and pulled the blanket over both of you.

" I'm really mad at you sweetheart. But I love you. Sleep tight baby." He whispered and kissed your forehead.

...

In the morning you weren't in bed when he woke up. But he could smell food. He got up and took off the hair tie and shook his head letting his curls fall down. He put on a pair of grey sweatpants. He was not happy. He went to take a piss and shave his patchy beard he had been growing for you. Just to tick you off. Before he went to the kitchen he lifted the toilet seat and smirked. He had to pay you back. You promised you weren't gonna fall asleep. He walked out to the kitchen and jumped up on the counter. You had your back towards him plating up pancakes.

You were wearing this red and black flannel the went a little past your your bum, with the sleeves rolled up. Your hair was in a messy high bun. If you didn't look so damn cute Eddie would have stayed mad at you. But he couldn't. He loved you. But he sure was gonna play like he was.

You turned around and frowned. He shaved his beard. Yup he was upset. How could you do that to him? Poor Eddie. How were you going to make it up to him? You went to stand in front of him holding up the plate of pancakes.

" I'm sorry honey. Please forgive me. I made you 'I'm sorry' pancakes."

Eddie huffed and looked away crossing his arms trying not to smile.

" No. How about I'm really sorry bacon?" You said putting down the pancakes and picking up a plate of nice crispy bacon.

Eddie uncrossed his arms and held on to the edge of the counter hanging his head. Crap he was really pissed. You sat the plate down and moved between his legs, cupping his face and lifting it.

" Honey how about I'm really really sorry kisses?"

You lifted to your toes and kissed his cheeks and his nose and chin. He put his hands on your waist to pull you closer. He wants your lips so he hopped down and found them with his. He grabbed your ass and smiled to himself. You didn't put on any underwear. He was instantly hard. You pulled off his sweatpants and he pulled you scrunchie out gently. You guys were on the floor in seconds.

Eddie was going for your buttons on your flannel but was frustrated trying to get them off. He grabbed either side and was about to rip it open.

"No don't honey. I like this shirt."

" I'll sow them back on sweetheart. I promise."

You were mid nod when he ripped open your shirt and your tits bounced. He sat up and immediately put one of your nipples in his mouth. He cupped the other and rubbed your nipple with his thumb. He reached over to a drawer and pulled out a foil wrapper. You looked at it and smiled.

" how many do you have in there?" You leaned to look in the drawer and smiled.

" Sweetheart. I need you to focus." He said with a piece of the foil between his teeth.

He quickly put on the condom and went back to massage your breast showing them both equal attention with his tongue.

Your hand was guiding his member to your warmth. Eddie helped you to your knees so that you could put him in. He laid down as soon as his tip went His eyes rolled back from how damn warm and tight you were. You sank down slowly trying to take him as much as you could before you had to stop and get used to his stretch.

"J-jesus ba-baby " Eddie choked. " Fu-"

The moment he was in you, your whole body tingled. The feeling of his tip pushing it's way into you was something you really couldn't explain. You had sex before but it never felt like this. The feeling of him gave you goosebumps, like when you hear that favorite part of a song that sends chills to your arms and legs

You couldn't believe how you got all of him in you. But here you were. Your bundle of nerves were being tickled by his short and curlys. His tip smashing into a spot deep inside you that made your body shivered and jerked. The bitter sweet pain made you ache for more. You lifted a bit but pushed down harder releasing a silent gasp. Your eyes snapped shut as the wonderful shooting pain radiated deep in your core.

Eddie's fingers dug into the meat of your thick thighs. He raised his hips just a little to push further into that soft pillowy spot. His loud groans caused you to quiver. You rocked your hips slowly to prolong your orgasm.

"Oh fuck sweetheart... shit."

Eddie's hands moved to your hips to move you faster. Once he did that you were done for.

" Eddie...I'm so..I'm..so...close."

" Fuck! Cum. Cum. Baby...I'm cumming."

Your hips jerked as Eddie's bucked. He could feel his hot sticky cum surrounding his cock. You kept moving until his body tensed under you. You sat there for a moment to catch your breath. You looked down to see Eddie shaking his head.

" Jesus H Christ sweetheart. I can't...fuck!"

" Good?"

"Other worldly."

You giggled causing Eddie to sit up and hug you.

" Don't laugh. I'm not ready to go again yet. Give me like 3 minutes."

He kissed you deeply and rested his head on your chest. You held him stroking his back.

" I'm hungry." Eddie's voice was muffled due to his face being buried.

You got off of him giving him one last kiss before putting your buttonless shirt back on. Eddie pulled on his sweats but stayed sitting on the floor. You gave him his plate and laid down so that your head was rest in his lap. Eddie fed you some of his pancakes. He was going on and on how now he couldn't wait to get married. You just looked up and admired his enthusiasm.

Eddie gasp. " Let's move in together."

"Umm honey, wasn't that the plan after we get married?"

"Yeah but I'm talking about like next week. Let's get a house!"

...

" A house?"

" Yeah sweetheart. Let's do this."

" Ok but it's gonna take much longer than a week to get one. Are you sure?"

Eddie bent down to kiss your forehead with sticky lips. " Absolutely! I'm so excited... Mr. And Mrs. Munson."

You giggled and touched his jaw. " I like the sound of that."

He grinned at you and lifted a brow. " Okay. Keep looking at me like that and we are gonna go at it like bunnies."

"Look at you like what?"

" Like you love me."

" But umm I do. With all my butt."

" With all your butt?" He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at you.

" Yes. I would say with all my heart but my butt is bigger. But I love you with all my heart too."

" Oh you. You are so fucking cute. I swear."

" No you. But ummm I'm ready when you are" you gave him a sly smile.

" Oh shit! Let's go sweetheart."

Eddie and you were shopping around looking for a place. It was about a month til the wedding and you were so nervous. So much was happening so fast. It was natural to be anxious. But things turned when you missed your period.

You and Eddie had sex a lot. And when I mean a lot I mean a lot . In your car, in his van. At the lake and in the parking lot at work. In a gas station stall, at skull rock, on the old bench in the woods. In the morning before work and after Rosie would pass out. You guys learned quickly how to be quiet. Eddie's insatiable need to have you anywhere and everywhere was exciting. But you were late and started to freak out. You should have talked to him about it but you really thought it was the stress of moving and the wedding. Rosie was in her terrible twos and she was putting you and Eddie through the ringer. She only wanted to be held by you and you tried. But between working and everything else it was hard to comfort her as much as you like.

She was really giving Eddie a hard time. She constantly smacked him and cried. She would refuse to eat until you would feed her. Eddie was also having a hard time at work. He had gotten a promotion and moved to the maintenance department, working on broken machines and what not. The job wasn't hard but the classes he had to take on the electrical part was. He had to pass a test in a few weeks so that he could get the highest wage. The money was good but the studying was overwhelming.

He would spend hours at the trailer while you and Rosie would be at your place so he could have peace and quiet. You enjoyed the mommy daughter time you had with her but you missed Eddie. He worked a lot more now leaving you to plan the wedding. It being too much for you to handle alone. You enlisted the help from Dustin and Wayne.

You had decided that you wanted a simple wedding and chose not to wear white. You were trying on a bunch of dresses for the guys. But Rosie was screaming her head off because she wasn't in your arms. You took her into the dressing room and picked out a matching light yellow dress. It fell down to your ankles and had a lace wrap. It was really beautiful. You looked in the mirror hold Rosie on your hip.

" Oh look at you sweet girl. You look so pretty."

"Ma- mum" she babbled smacking your chest lightly.

" Yes princess. We look so pretty. Just two princesses waiting for our knight in shiny leather jacket....I miss your daddy sweet girl." You bounced her and almost cried.

You went outside to show Dustin and Wayne.

" Oh my god! You look great!" Dustin smiled.

Wayne smiled and nodded.

" I think this is the one." You grinned

" Definitely." Dustin agreed.

You stood there rocking Rosie. " What do you think princess? Will daddy like it?"

She was too distracted with your necklace to pay attention. That's when you started to feel sick. You handed her to Wayne as your rushed to the bathroom. You could hear her screaming as you closed the door. You were vomiting like crazy. You washed your mouth out and stared into the mirror.

" No. This can't be happening."

There was a knock at the door.

" Miss are you okay? Do you need water?" The lady who was helping you pick out dresses asked through the door.

" I'm uhh I'm ok. Can you ring me up for the two dresses?"

" Of course."

You heard her leave and took a deep breath. You went back and grabbed Rosie.

" Is everything alright kiddo?" Wayne looked worried.

" Umm yeah. Im just not feeling well. Can we call it a day?"

" But we need to go to the flower shop." Dustin claimed

" We can go later. I think I'm coming down with something."

They both nodded and you and Rosie went to change. After dropping off Dustin you and Wayne were driving back to the trailer.

" Mr Munson, can we stop at the pharmacy before we go back?"

" Sure thing."

Once back at the trailer you put Rosie down for a nap and grabbed you pharmacy bag and went to the restroom. You had told Wayne what was going on and he sat patently in the living room for you. You were sitting on the toilet waiting for the results of the pregnancy test. You were biting your nails as your knee bounced. You were losing it. This couldn't happen. You looked at your watch and you had a minute left. You were praying that it was negative. God you couldn't be pregnant. You guys had been so careful.

You walked out and sat next to Wayne. The hand that was holding the test was shaking. You didn't have to say anything. Wayne just knew. He hugged you as you cried into his chest.

" It's okay y/n. Everything is going to be alright."

" Wayne. I can't have another baby. I just can't. What if I lose it? Eddie is so stressed out lately and he's gonna be so mad. He would never forgive me and I can't lose another one."

" Y/n he won't be like that. Did you guys ever talk about what might happen if you did?"

You pulled back to wipe your tears away. " No. We've always been so careful."

Wayne sighed. " Well let's get you to the walk-in and make sure that's right. We'll get you checked out and then we can go from there." He pointed at the test.

You sniffled and nodded. Wayne hugged you and rubbed your arms. " Everything will be just fine. I know my boy. He won't be mad."

...

Eddie busted his ass today. He had a hands on test today and he passed it with flying colors. It was just the written part of it. He had seen less of you and Rosie since he started this new job and he hated it. On his way to the trailer he was looking forward to seeing you. Imagine his surprise when he didn't see your car there. He jogged inside to see his uncle sitting on the couch.

" Hey old man. Where are my girls?" Eddie went to wash his dirty hands before grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

" They went to y/n place."

" Damnit I really was hoping to not have to drive over there tonight."

" Son I need you to come and have a seat."

" Don't tell me. Y/n didn't find the perfect dress because Rosie was throwing a fit and now she wants to call off the wedding." He smirk.

" No. She found a dress. Her and Rosie looked so beautiful."

Eddie smiled. He could just imagine you and Rosie dancing together at the reception in your pretty dresses.

"Son. Sit down."

Eddie tilted his head and furrowed his brow. " Are they ok?!"

Wayne gave him a look that worried him. So he went and sat in the recliner with the beer in his fist.

"Eddie, I know that I shouldn't be the one to tell you this. But since I was here the last time. You need to be here instead of with y/n."

" Okay enough with being cryptic old man. "

Wayne sighed through his nose. " Y/n is pregnant."

It was silent for a minute then Eddie laughed. But it stopped as soon as he realized it wasn't a joke. He clenched his fist and stood up slamming his beer on the coffee table.

" HOW THE FUCK?! WHAT THE HELL?! NO. NOPE. NOT POSSIBLE!"

" Son-"

"HOW COULD SHE DO THAT TO ME?!" He punched the wall.

"She didnt-"

" NO! WE CAN'T. I'M NOT READY." He paced the small living room.

He was so mad. Why did this have to happen now? There was already too much going on. He went outside to smoke sitting on the porch.

" FUCK!"

Wayne followed him and stood in front of him. " You need to calm down."

" How?! This has got to be some cruel joke. We aren't even married yet....How did this happen? We always wore-" he stopped talking when he realized when it happened. " One broke....FUCK ME!..When did she find out?"

" Today. I told her to go and rest. She's uhh. She's not in a good place right now."

Eddie's heart sank. How could he only think about himself right now?

" I need to go to her." Eddie said putting out his cigarette.

" Wait. There's more."

Eddie looked at him. He felt a wave of concern wash over him.

" You know that stuff she takes for her depression?"

Eddie nodded.

" Well." Wayne cleared his throat. " It can cause a premature birth....and the baby can be born with persistent pulmonary hypertension. It's when too much blood flows through the baby's lungs. It's not curable....son, the survival rate with treatment is between 7 to 10 years."

Eddie's knees went weak and he fell back onto the steps and buried his face in his hands. How could he let this happen to you? How could you be alone right now?

" How common is it in newborns?" His voice was shaky and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Wayne went to sit next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. " In premature babies it's up to 23%. But because of the medicine it shoots up to 56%."

Eddie started to cry. How could he fix this? Just a minute ago he didn't want another baby. But now he did. He had to go to you. He needed to be there to comfort you. Hold you. Tell you everything will be ok. Tell you that he loved you.

...

Eddie walked into your place and everything was off and it was so quiet. It was already late so he knew Rosie was asleep. He took off his jacket and his shoes at the door. He walked slowly to the room and saw Rosie in the crib and you on the bed. He went to give her a kiss. He rolled out her crib quietly into your son's room that you had made up for her. He came back and took off his shirt and pants and closed the door. He climbed into bed and looked at the back of your head.

" Hi" you whispered as you turned to face him.

" Hey sweetheart"

You gave him a half hearted smile. " Did you have a good day?"

" Yes. And you?"

You were quiet for a minute before you started to sniffle.

" Eddie....I..." Your voice broke. " I'm so sorry Eddie....I... I'm...I'm pregnant."

He cupped your face with one hand. " Don't be sorry baby. It's okay."

" No it's not. I can't-"

He shushed you and pulled you into his arms. " I know. Wayne told me....it's okay. Everything is going to be alright."

" Eddie, I want this baby." You cried

He held you tighter and rubbed your back. " I do too."

" W-what if the baby is sick?"

" Then we will handle it. We will love them no matter what."

" I can't lose -"

" You won't. Baby I promise. You won't."

"... Eddie I can understand if you don't want to be with me-"

Eddie turned you so that you were laying on your back and his face was hovering over yours.

" You listen to me y/n. Don't ever think that I don't want you okay. I understand that things are hard. And this isn't the only time we're gonna struggle. And we're probably gonna fight sooner or later. But baby you're worth whatever comes our way. I will never give up on you, no matter how hard it gets. You got me. Through good days and bad. I will always be by your side. We are going to get married. We are going to get a house. And we are going to have a baby. We're gonna be one big happy family. Because I love you."

He wiped your tears away and kissed you with such love that he nearly melted. He looked over to the baby monitor to check on Rosie and she was sleeping like a rock. He looked back to your beautiful eyes.

" I love you Eddie. I love you so much."

" Can I make love to you sweetheart?"

You smiled against his lips. " Anything for you honey."

He placed his lips on you again and took off your underwear and then his boxers. He leaned on one arm to hold himself up.

" Should I put on a rubber?"

You moved his hair behind his shoulders and smiled. "Can't get anymore pregnant."

He grinned and tilted his head. " Baby, I have super sperm. It could be possible."

You giggled and kissed him. Your laugh was the best sound he had ever heard. Your smile was the most beautiful thing to ever exist on this planet. He loved you so damn much it made his stomach hurt.

He went to guide his dick up and down your slick folds. Collecting your wetness and stroked himself to spread it. Once he centered himself to your entrance he put his tip in and used both hands to hold himself up. He dipped down to kiss you as he pushed through your warm slick walls. A sob left his chest at the amount of pleasure you were allowing him to have.

You had to move your lips away from Eddie's in order to bite your lip to stop a loud moan from leaving them. The first thrust is the absolute best. Feeling every throb of him in your aching sex. Making your toes curl and your back to arch. Eddie always felt so good since the very first time. And this time was no different.

Eddie cupped your chin and turned your face back to look at him. He lost himself in your eyes. He leaned lower and rested on his elbow, hands wrapped around your shoulders. His forehead met yours as his thrusts moved from painful slow to delicious hard. Every time his hips smashed into yours, he would wait a second before pulling out to his tip, then slowly went back in until he was about 3/4 of the way and he would ram the rest right in. This making your whole body jolt upward.

You had to grab a pillow to cover your moans. Eddie was really giving it to you and you couldn't hold back anymore. But Eddie needed to see you. See all the pretty faces you made. But he definitely didn't want to wake Rosie with all these wonderful sounds. So put his hand on your mouth.

" Baby please. You have to be quiet. If you don't Rosie will wake up and I have to stop." He whispered in your ear.

" I'm.... trying" you mumbled and moaned behind his hand.

" I know sweetheart. I know. I'm almost there."

Me too. You tried to say but Eddie's hand covered your whole mouth and chin.

" I know...I can... ugh. ...I can feel....fuck...fuck...feel it."

He removed his hand from your mouth and white knuckled the pillow under your head with his other hand mimicking the other. You pulled him gently into your neck to muffle his whines and groans that were now way louder than yours. It was just a few more thrusts when you felt your release coming. That's when you felt Eddie's body trembled and hunched his back as his warm cum shot deep inside you. Yours mixed with his made you incredibly slick.

After you both came down from a satisfying climax, Eddie just laid on top of you kissing your neck and your cheek. He looked into your eyes and just fell in love all over again. He leaned in and kissed you ever so gently. Meeting your forehead with his. He moved to the side pulling out his flaccid self and laid on his side. He moved his hand on your tummy and slightly stroked with his thumb. You smiled snuggling up to him.

...

It was a week before the wedding and things were completely overwhelming. You were at work passing out the new enrollment packages for next year's health insurance. Eddie was at the labor temple taking his written test to be a certified mechanic. So it was just you and Wayne in the tiny union office. Wanye was just recently voted president and you had been voted as his secretary.

You were going through the finished paperwork to enter them into the system when Wayne asked if you were hungry. You nodded and he left to get you two lunches. You have been craving a lot of sugary foods lately and hoped he would bring you back cookies or a big slice of pie. He was only gone for a few minutes when a coworker busted into the room looking enraged.

" Hey John. What can I do for you?"

" Can you tell me what the hell is this?! Why are the premiums going up on this?"

You looked over and he was holding up the folder you gave to him a while ago.

" Umm well it's one of the negotiations the union had agreed upon. I know it's a lot. But it will come in handy if something should come up."

" THAT'S BULLSHIT!"

You jumped at his sudden bluntness. " I'm really sorry."

" DON'T BE SORRY JUST FIX THIS!"

You felt your heart begin to race and your palms began to sweat. " I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do."

" FUCK YOU! WHERE'S MUNSON?!"

" John please...calm down."

" NO! THIS IS RIDICULOUSLY!"

"Please-"

" I AM NOT FILLING THIS SHIT OUT!" He screamed throwing the papers in your face.

" HEY THAT'S ENOUGH! YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN AND STOP BEING SO DARN RUDE!" You yelled. You had started to feel a pain in your tummy when you were finished. You held it trying to soothe the pain. You had been feeling off all day. But his yelling made it so much worse.

"EAT IT YOU BITCH! EVER SINCE YOU JOINED THE COUNSEL YOU'VE BEEN ACTING LIKE A REAL FUCKING CUNT! AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON ALL THE FAVORITISM YOU AND WAYNE HAVE BEEN SHOWING OTHERS. JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING THE MUNSON BOY DOESN'T MEAN HE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN THAT MAINTENANCE POSITION!"

The pain in your stomach got worse and you felt a warmth building between your legs.

"LIST-" you tried to speak when Wayne came in.

"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO HER LIKE THAT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU JOHN?!"

John wasn't expecting to hear Wayne so upset. " I-I"

Wayne set the trays down on the floor and picked up John by the collar of his jumpsuit. "NO ONE IS PLAYING FAVORITES. MY BOY GOT THE JOB FAIR AND SQUARE BECAUSE HE IS GOOD! AND IF I EVER CATCH YOU NEAR MY DAUGHTER IN-LAW AGAIN. I WILL BEAT YOU WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE!....NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

Wayne tossed him out of the office and slammed the door. He was so angry you could swear you saw steam coming out of his ears. You had never heard him like that.

" Wayne." You whimpered

He turned around and his anger turned into fear. He saw your hand covered in blood and blood coming from between your legs. He went over to hold you.

" It's ok. I'm calling you an ambulance."

...

Wayne tucked you into bed when you guys got back from the ER. He kissed the top of your head.

" Rest kiddo. If you need me just holler."

You nodded. He left closing the door just enough to leave a crack in it so he could hear you. He went to your living room and sat on the couch. He sighed heavily. You and Eddie couldn't catch a damn break. He waited there until Eddie came.

Eddie had Rosie on his hip when he walked into your place. " Hey what're you doing here?"

Eddie went to put Rosie in her play pin and turned to Wayne who was standing now.

" Let's go outside. Y/n is sleeping."

Eddie looked at his watch. " This early?"

" Yes. Common let's talk."

They both went outside and Eddie left the door open so Rosie could still see him.

" Son, we had to go to the hospital today."

" What?! What happened? Is the baby ok? Is she okay?"

" Yes. Yes. They're going to be fine. Y/n just needs to rest. She's just been too stressed out lately and it's effecting her and the baby."

Shit. He knew he was spending too much time away from you. He hated that he was working so much. He knew it would bite him in the ass. But he had to do it. He had to give you and Rosie and the new baby a life he would be proud of. You deserved everything and he was going to give it to you. But not if he was going to lose you. There was nothing in this world he wouldn't do for you or Rosie. Now you guys have a little one coming too. Yes it was a lot. But as long as he had you, he could take on the world.

" Son, you need to be with her tonight. I'm gonna take Rosie so you guys can be together."

Eddie swallowed the lump that was building in his throat and blinked away the tears. " uhh yeah alright."

Wayne hugged him. "It's okay. Everything is going to be fine. Just make sure to take care of her."

" I always will." Eddie's voice broke.

When Wayne and Rosie left, Eddie paced the hallway. He had to make a decision for the both of you in order to cut back the stress you had. He couldn't lose either one of you. He wanted so badly to marry you on Saturday. But you were hurting and he couldn't let that happen anymore. He really fucked up by not helping you with this. So he made the decision to call off the wedding and hold off on moving in together. Not that he wanted to, but he had to. For the baby, for you.

He took off his jacket and shoes and went to lay down with you. You were sound asleep and he spooned you. He put his hand on your belly and caressed it. Tears fell and he held you and the baby.

He whispered" Common peanut. Be nice to mommy...I need her."

@salenorona23 @mrsjaderogers @b-irock @browneyes528

...

You gripped your steering wheel hard as you drove as carefully as you could to the Munson's trailer. It was the day before the wedding and Eddie had been keeping Rosie away from you. You were so upset from the information you got this morning and you were going to confront Eddie about it. Tears streamed down your face as you constantly grabbed your tummy and wiped them away.

Finally pulling up to the place Eddie was outside smoking. When he saw you he put it out the cigarette quickly and got to his feet. You got out and looked awful.

" Sweetheart, you're supposed to be in bed." He came towards.

" Why did I just get calls cancelling the flowers and our slot for the chapel?!"

"I uhh..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

He had meant to tell you. But he was scared that this was going to be your reaction. He didn't want to stress you out more.

" What? You don't want to marry me anymore?" Your lip quivered

" Yeah I do. It's just-"

" What?! Is this too much now? Am I too much?"

" No no baby. I just thought it would be better this way okay." His eyes filled with sadness.

" Better this way? What not being together?!"

" Please baby, I need you to calm down." He put his hands on your shoulders but you pushed them off.

" No! I know what you're trying to do. And I love you for that. But you can't just cancel everything because of it. Can't you see. Instead of making things better, you're making it so much worse. Keeping Rosie away, telling our realtor to not look for houses anymore.

" Sweetheart, common let's just go inside and calm down and we can talk about this."

" I don't want to talk about this. I want to get married tomorrow! I want to see my daughter! And I want you to stop smoking!"

" I-I"

" Figured out what's really important to you because if you want to be with me. I'll be the one in the dress at the chapel."

You opened the car door and got in.

" Baby please. Don't leave. Don't go like this."

" No Eddie! My heart hurts too much to look at you right now. How could you cancel everything without telling me?! Am I not important enough for you to just talk to? We were supposed to be a team. And you decided this without me. If you would have just said something. We could have come to a compromise. Not just you calling everything off." Tears rolled down your face.

" I mean it Eddie. I will be there tomorrow...please be there too. I need you to be there."

His heart broke when he watched you drive off. How was he going to do this?

#fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x female original character #eddie munson x you #stranger things #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #plus size reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #daddy eddie munson #baby

[kookieswan]

Shades of Us II – Caramel

Poly!Namgi x Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: College!AU, Fluff, Humor (semi-crack), Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Frenemies to Lovers, Namjoon is still cheeky, Yoongi’s still a little shit, MC is stressed but amused.

Notes: The second part of SoU! The main three getting to know each other a bit, and making a deal hehe 👀

Part of the Shades of Us Series!

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Walking into the dark room, you slow climb up the stairs to one of the far up rows of the room. Art history isn’t your favorite subject in the world, but the content is always interesting. You’re glad you picked Japanese art history specifically, there’s a nice cohesiveness to a lot of the work and learning about Shunga has been a hell of a time.

There’s a small murmur throughout the room, but you notice that it’s a bit emptier than usual. Not the most unusual thing, its pretty easy to skip out on a huge lecture hall class and not get marked as absent. You’re kind of regretting not staying home at this point, a bed is so much more comfy than these damn chairs. You’ve already got enough on your plate anyway, a little extra time to yourself would have been really nice. Just as you’re starting to pull out all of your materials for notes, there’s a rustle to your right before a deep voice addresses you lowly.

“We meet again.” Someone plops down next to you almost violently and immediately you recognize it a Yoongi, one of the cute guys from Persona. He looks flustered, hair sticking up in a few places from under his beanie and his cheeks are reddened slightly. Your guess is that he woke up late and had to basically run to class to make it in time. Been there, done that.

“Oh! I didn’t even realize that we had this class together. Your art history selective for your minor?” The man nods his head absentmindedly as he leans down to grip at his backpack, unzipping it quickly. He pulls out his laptop and sits it on the small slab in front of him, then leans back and lets out a long breath.

“Yeah, it’s the only one that caught my attention. Also, I usually sit in the back, and I think you’re a good few rows in front of me most of the time, so…” Your lips twitch a little at the realization that he’s been paying attention to you since the last time you spoke. Not that you mind having the attention of such a cute man.

“You’ve noticed me before during class?” Turning your body toward him completely, you look at him expectantly for an answer. His mouth falls open, eyes looking away from yours as he attempts to stutter out a reply.

“Uh… no. Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You giggle a bit as he tries to deflect but choose not to push it at all. It’s sad that Namjoon isn’t also in the class, you’re a billion percent sure it would be entertaining as hell if that were the case. Settling in your seat, you sit quietly next to him for a few minutes as he clicks away at his laptop. Just as you are about to fall asleep, a small groan signals you to look back at Yoongi, his face twisted in a mix of disappointment and resentment.

“Well, class is apparently canceled. The dick face of a professor sent out the email like ten minutes ago. Thanks man.” Well, if that isn’t annoying as shit, you don’t know what is. Just as Yoongi says the words, a number of students call out to the rest that class is in fact, canceled. It would have been nice to know at least a few hours ago, you could have slept in…

“You wanna go get some coffee or something? We’re already both up and out, only if you don’t have something else to do though.” He’s so blasé about the way he says it, but he keeps cutting his eyes back to you as you pack the rest of your stuff up. Pretending to think about it, you sling your back around your shoulders and cock your head to the side. Yoongi blinks at you, looking unimpressed with your hesitation, but you can already tell that teasing the man is going to be a good bit of fun.

“I suppose I could use some caffeine. Where to?” Yoongi finishes pulling all of his stuff together, straightening up a bit before putting all of his attention back at you. You try not to stare too long as his tongue comes out to swipe against his bottom lip as he lets out a little hum and turns to start walking down towards the door. You follow his lead, not only wanting coffee but also to know more about the adorable cat-like man.

“Persona. I get a nice discount since I work there, and I can yell at my co-worker if he makes it wrong, which he usually does. A win-win in my book.”

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“How many times have I told you that I like black coffee Taehyung. Just black, no sugar, no cream, no fucking caramel syrup. Just black.” You try to hold back laughter as Yoongi chews out the pretty man behind the counter. He’s got a head full of dark curls, a boxy grin on his face as he completely deflects Yoongi’s snide tone. Standing up from the table you had picked earlier, you walk up beside Yoongi and give the barista a cute smile. He’s got on the uniform for the shop, witch mostly just consists of a light beige apron with a name tag reading “Tae” on it.

“However, you can put lots and lots of caramel in mine! The sweeter, the better! Yoongi would know.” Yoongi turns his head, giving you the most disgusted look he can muster as he snatches his coffee off of the counter. He takes a sip of what you’re guessing is the most bitter tasting shit on planet earth and sighs in content. You’re not going to tell him that you saw Taehyung drop a bit of syrup in there.

“Oh, come on Yoongi! Listen to the pretty lady, a little caramel isn’t going to rot your teeth out. If anything, maybe it’ll sweeten your cold, dead heart.” You hold up your frappe to Yoongi, nudging him in the shoulder a few times with it. Surprisingly, he takes the drink, slipping the straw between his lips and sipping a little. There’s a slight pause before he grimaces and shoves it back into your hands, looking nearly scared of the poor innocent drink. His taste buds just aren’t as refined as yours it seems.

“Tch, whatever. How’s Hoseok? I haven’t seen him on campus much this week.” The dark-haired man turns his eyes back to the perky barista, curiosity running though them, and maybe a bit of worry? Taehyung frowns a bit as he starts to wipe down the counter, a tiny sigh leaving him before he perks back up.  

“He’s been feeling a bit under the weather, I’ve got him home in our bed all cuddled up. He should be up in no time though!” Yoongi nods a bit before pulling some cash out of his pocket and handing it to Taehyung, the faintest of smiles on his face. He tosses his head to the side, signaling for you to go sit down at the table, so you start to make your way back.

“Alright, and yes, the tips for you. Tell Hobi I say hey and that I hope he feels better soon, yeah?” Yoongi saunters back over to the table, taking the chair opposite of you so you can both see each other properly. Upon closer inspection of the man, he looks a bit tired, light bags under his eyes as his gaze falls back onto you.

“Finally, we can have some peace and quiet. Don’t get me wrong, Tae’s cool, but he’s so loud sometimes…” Yoongi trails off as you nod along, running his finger over the top of his coffee lid. He goes to take another sip as a loud voice booms from your left, probably loud enough to piss off some of the people in the book section of the store who are trying to read.

“Well, if it isn’t two of my favorite people!” Yoongi, the poor man, almost chokes to death on his coffee, hitting his chest repeatedly to try and stop choking. You reach across and past his hand as you glance up at Namjoon, a concerned look on his face. He moves over to Yoongi, alternating between rubbing his back and patting it to try and help.

“Die.” A snort comes out of you before you can stop it as Namjoon glances back at you and smiles. His dimples are deep, and you can tell right away he gets more than a kick out of teasing the shit out of Yoongi still.

“You are just the cutest in the world Yoongi. An absolute delight, but no can do. And hello to you Miss Art Major!” Waving at Namjoon, you beckon him to sit down next to you and he does just that. Yoongi pushes his chair away from Namjoon and closer to you, trying to get as far away from the broad man as he possible can.

“What brings you both here? I know Yoongi doesn’t work today, so…” There’s a slight mutter of ‘stalker’ from Yoongi, but you don’t miss the small quirk of his lips before he shifts around a bit.

“We have the same class set for right now actually, but it got canceled. Yoongi invited me to get coffee with him!” Nearly cooing out the last part, you turn to Yoongi and give him a kind smile. If your eyes aren’t deceiving you, he turns the slightest shade of pink as he glances away, mumbling about how it isn’t a big deal.

“Well, that’s super sweet of you Yoon! You never invite me out for coffee though! Don’t you love me?” They start bickering like children, but it gives you time to kind of daze out, leading your thoughts to go a million miles a minute. You have so much homework, and there’s also the living situation. You still can’t believe that your roommates are both going to be leaving in like a month… Maybe you shouldn’t have been looking for other living arrangements sooner, but you’ve just been so damn busy lately.

“Something on your mind? You look kind of far away.” Blinking a bit, you realize that you completely zoned out of the conversation and both men are staring at you. Trying not to grimace, you shake your head and sit back up straight in the chair, taking a quick sip of your drink.

“Ah, well I have two roommates and both of them are moving out at the end of the semester because they’re graduating. I’m probably going to have to find somewhere else to live at this point because it’s like no one’s looking for housing. I’m really desperate honestly, I’d probably let a serial killer live with me if he kept to himself.” Namjoon furrows his eyebrows, looking like he’s trying to figure out a solution already. You haven’t known the man long, but he seems like he really enjoys being kind and helping people out.

“I could move in, though I hope the fact that I’m not a serial killer doesn’t ruin my chances.” That, however, isn’t what you were expecting. You gape at him for a second before schooling your expression. Living with Namjoon, huh…? Yoongi wears a similar look of surprise, eyes widened comically as he gawks at the purple haired man.

“What? I don’t really need to move but I’m living on a campus dorm right now and it’s not the best. I wouldn’t mind such lovely company either! We haven’t known each other long but I promise I’m tidy and I have cute little plants!” The reasoning is good enough for you, the dorms can be an absolute nightmare. You lived in one with a roommate freshman year, and although she was super nice, sharing a bathroom and living in a tiny, cramped space isn’t your idea of happiness. Plus, cute plants are always a reason to say yes to big burly men.

“I, uh, I could also move in! Yeah…” Namjoon snaps his eyes over to Yoongi, wide and curious as he stares at him. Continuing to sip on your drink, you raise a brow and slowly sit back in your seat, ready to hear the other man’s reasoning. Honestly, he could tell you that he wants to live with you to sniff Namjoon’s socks and you’d probably let him... Probably.

“You want to move in with me… and Namjoon…?” The idea seems simultaneously like the best and worst thing you’ve ever heard. Living with one or the other would likely be peaceful… Yoongi seems like he keeps to himself and Namjoon’s an absolute sweetheart, but they really like to wind each other up.

“Sure, I have a roommate right now and he’s alright, but we live on a really busy street and its always noisy. I could do with some change. Plus, I can’t let you deal with doofus alone, now can i?” Drumming your fingers against the table, you shrug your shoulders and glance outside. It’s starting to look dreary out, clouds turning into a dark gray color. Deciding to just go with it, you turn back to both of the men and grin.

“I live pretty close to campus! It’s a three bedroom so we would all have our own space. A full bath, a dishwasher, garbage is included even…” You don’t know why you’re trying to convince them when they’ve already said yes. So excitedly too. They nod a long to what your saying, glancing back and forth between each other and you.

“So, you’re both cool with living with me and each other then? Because if you’re serious about this I won’t look for anyone else to move in or try to find a different place to live. It’ll honestly take a lot of stress off my shoulder too.” Namjoon takes a quick sip of his tea before confirming, making a lot of the stress that you’ve felt for the last few weeks melt away.

“I think we are. Now I can see what a cute little grumpy-pants Yoongi is in the morning. He probably looks like a cute little kitty.” Yoongi reaches across the table and bats at Namjoon’s arm lightly, looking like he’s ready to hiss at him. You don’t say anything, but he really isn’t helping his case at all in the cat department.

“I think the better question is, are you alright with two men staying with you? I mean I’m pretty chill but Namjoon’s super big and clumsy. He might trip and crush you or something.” Not that you’d mind that… He does look rather broad. Clearing your throat a bit, you confirm that yeah, you’re totally cool with two super-hot men living with you.

“Sure! It’s not like you two are creepers or anything… I do have to get going here soon though, I have a fuck ton of homework to work on. Can I get both of your numbers? We can talk more details later, or maybe just set up another time to meet?” Both men nod their heads, and you shove your phone at them. Yoongi goes first, quickly typing in his contact info, before Namjoon grabs for the phone and giggles the whole time he’s typing. When you get it back, you smile at the little ‘Joon 🌳’ and ‘Kitty ✨’ that you see there.

“Well then, it’s been good doing business with you two, but I’ve really got to go. I’ll text you both later, yeah?” Both men nod, Namjoon looking lively while Yoongi looks sleepy. You tell him in passing that he should go take a nap, and he looks slightly surprised but please. Waving, you turn and start your trek back home.

“This… is going to be interesting…”

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[shuckinbeanz]

SCREAM 2 (Yan!GhostFace!Baku)

He also comes maskless! So check out his spoopy mug! 👻

warnings/notes: NSFW, college!au, planned rape & drugging, Katsuki is insane, Katsuki is a yandere, Katsuki's POV, nerdy reader, death, blood, gore, stalking, and murder. 👀 There's some reader POV, and I've warned before, but I'll warn again; the reader is fruitloopy because this is a consent blog ✨

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Underage characters are Aged Up!

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This was originally supposed to be a tl;dr fic, so I cut back unnecessary parts(who cares how the minor bg characters croak ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we're here for the opening, the ending, and the lovin'), but there still is movie spoilers/references. Enjoy! (not me shamelessly promoting the other parts 😂)

tags: @parker-natasha

He followed that fucking pervert here into the club. He could enter easily; because the majority of club-goers were dressed as Ghostface, due to the recent string of Ghostface murders. What he didn't expect, was you to be in the club, dancing with your friends. He couldn't stop staring. He might as well have hearts for eyes, with how fucking drop-dead gorgeous you were, all snazzed up and pretty. You were like a Deity, gracing all these plebeians with your grace, and damn, look at you move. He was counting his blessings from where he was because he was a fucking heathen--a heathen by choice, to protect your beauty. The night was still young, and he had every intention to thoroughly enjoy the show. After some time, you and your friends went to the bar for more drinks. A break from the dance floor. Without a thought, he found himself sauntering up to you. He could see that bastard coming up too, but once he noticed the much larger man in costume-Katsuki-coming up, too, he decided to turn tail. Katsuki grinned from behind his mask. Fucking bastards should stay where the fuck they belong.

You were giggling with your friends. He couldn't hear much over the boom of the speakers, but it was something about a failed project, night out on the town, and blowing some steam. "Hey, gorgeous." he finds himself saying because damn were you small compared to him. You look up to him. In the back of his mind, he was expecting fear, because of his 6'1 well-sculpted physique, but no. You looked him up and down in awe, and holy shit, he could see it in your gaze. That cute, coquettish smile, which looked even better in real life than it did in his dreams. You, the object of his obsession, were staring at him like he was a full fucking course meal. One of your equally as star-struck friends manages to nudge you out of your stupor, and you glance at them, your group erupting in laughter. "Hi, handsome~" you sing, swaying your shoulders cutely.

It didn't take long for a spark to ignite, as he conversed with you-played the play of getting to know you. After all, how could he not like what you like? Dislike what you dislike? But still, on occasion, he'd put his two cents in, and you'd react incredibly well to that. You were a spitfire. Yes, you tended to stay on the down-low, building books and your dream around yourself, but when it came to it, you were stubborn. You were independent. And now that he was finally, finally, talking to you in person...he was falling deeper and deeper for you. If he was willing to beat up perverts that molested you without your consent, hell, if he was even willing to kill sick bastards after you, he sure as hell is ready to make the whole fucking world topple and burn, just for you. All you'd need to do, was look at him with your cute eyes, and say 'Please?' and he'd do it.

"Mind if I take them off ya for a bit?" he asks your entourage, and they erupt in laughter-he didn't miss your cute gasp. 'Go on ahead!' and 'They're all yours.' came from them. "Okay, but first, I gotta freshen up, alright? Geez, guys." you shook your head playfully at them, before turning back to him. "I'll be back in a bit, big guy." you say to him coquettishly, pressing your hand on his chest, silently promising a good night. "So sit tight, alright?~" you smoothly slid off the stool, leaving him frozen in place. He was glad he was wearing a mask because holy hell his face felt like it was on fire. And the goosebumps, and the shiver up and down his spine. "Damn..." he huffed.

"So, Kats, was it?" one of your friends asked as he turned to follow you with his eyes. "Yeah." he replies gruffly. "You seem like a nice guy." they say as he scans through the crowd for a certain bastard. "You sound really genuine, too. Like, seriously, that shit's rare in a club setting." they say. Soon enough he spots the bastard. The fucker was looking your way. "Somethin' tells me you really like our Y/N." they teased. He snorts. "No shit, sherlock." he replies, glaring at that fucker through his mask. His reply earns a laugh from them, but they quickly settle down. "They've been through a lotta shit. So take care of them, okay?" they say, and he could sense the warning in their tone. When he saw the bastard start moving, he turned to your friends, putting a thumb under the chin of his mask to briefly show them his face, "Tell ya what, if I make 'em cry, I'll letcha whoop my ass." he told them with a genuine smile, pulling back down his mask and turning around in time to miss their shell shocked expressions. Because if he made you cry, he'd be more than willing to bend over backward and take a beating to make you smile again. "Now, I'll need to excuse myself a moment or two." he says after situating his mask and hoodie, before moving through the crowd after his target, rage spiking in his veins. He hadn't noticed what your friends were saying.

'Holy shi--' 'Isn't that the dude they li...'

All he could think was; kill that fucker. The bastard was evidently still wanting to enact his scheme. But Katsuki wouldn't fucking let it happen. He sped up his pace, closing the distance easily. "Hey, buddy." Katsuki reaches out to the shorter man's shoulder, coming into his personal space, playing buddy-buddy as he bent to speak into the man's ear, keeping a knife skillfully and discreetly pressed against his back. "I suggest you don't make a fucking scene, bro." he threatened lowly. The man gulped, then nodded slowly. "Good...let's have a li'l chat out back, shall we?" Katsuki chuckles. 'Look, man, I--' "Awe, c'mon, buddy old pal." Katsuki rasps, interrupting the man. "Just wanna talk." he says. 'O-Okay, dude. Whatever you say...?' he chuckles nervously. "Glad to hear~" Katsuki hums, guiding him out back, into the darkness, and a few blocks away in a deserted alleyway. What Katsuki didn't notice, is that he'd fucked up.

Katsuki was on a one-track mind of killing this bastard, and he failed to notice you following him from a distance.

~~~

Curiosity got the best of you. When you spotted a familiar Adonis figure hovering over a random dude suspiciously, you couldn't resist following. The tall man was very suspicious to say the least. He was tall, well built, like the man you always dreamed about. His voice was as equally gruff as that man when you'd pick a spot to study just to hear his voice whenever he was hanging out with his friends. But your crush was way out of your league, he was a jock, he was popular, athletic, had above-average grades, and everybody in school either wanted him or wanted to be him. And you? You were an unattractive nerd. You had a dream, and you'd be willing to sacrifice just about anything to fulfill it.

And when that tall figure approached you out of your group of friends, with so many similarities to the guy you've been pining after for ages now, you thought that maybe you could get over your pitiful one-sided crush. Who's name you had written down on a dildo you had stashed away in your closet.

Katsuki Bakugo.

You mentally tamp down your dirty thoughts with a red face, following the two in earnest. After a few blocks, you spy them going into an alleyway, and not a millisecond later, you heard a thud and a crunch of plastic followed by a resounding metallic clatter. "I know your plan, fuckface!" you could hear a gruff voice shout. There was a more muted voice that was incoherent from where you were, but the familiar gruff voice cancels the other man out. "Ain't no fucking use playing the stupid ticket, because I heard it with my own fucking ears, asshole." he said. "Think you can slip Y/N a fucking roofie before draggin' 'em God knows fucking where to RAPE THEM?!" you could hear from the volatile snarl that came from him, that he was pissed.

You can't help but put your hands over your mouth at what was said. Your mind was reeling, you could barely hear what was being done over the rush of blood in your ears. You lean on the cement wall, "I'll fuckin' beatcha!" 'Oof!' THUD. THUNK. "Listen here," he growled. "I had fun and all, killin' off your buddies in on it," he said. You slid down as everything comes to light.

"But I ain't fucking satisfied!" he roared.

He, Kats, he called himself when he introduced himself to you in the club...

"Not before I beat you to death." Kats growled. You could hear a muffled 'No' from the man who'd planned to rape you, you could hear Kats beating him black and blue. "No?" he genuinely faked a choked sob.

He killed the people that planned to rape you. He was the serial killer Ghostface at large that's been going around town lately.

"You know damn well you wouldn't listen if Y/N said that! You sick fucking bastard!!" Kats roared again, huffing and puffing from the exertion of psychical violence. After several moments you could hear him laugh maniacally, but you could also hear his tears, his hollowness. His exhaustion. But most of all, his worry. "Oh..." Kats huffs.

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, too.

"My poor..." he said.

Tears of gratitude. Because he'd saved you from becoming a victim of rape. From that trauma. From possibly never being able to look at men the same way, ever again.

"Poor..." he sighs.

Carefully, you ease yourself up onto your feet.

"Sweet thing." the nickname-however delusional it might have sounded to anyone else-tickled your skin with goosebumps. You could hear his sincerity. His affection. Loud and clear. Very carefully, you made your way closer to the alleyway. As quietly as a mouse.

'Kats--u-ki---plea--' you hear the telltale grunts of someone being choked. Katsuki? The name of your crush bought you the bravery to peep around the corner.

And there you could see them. Him. Without his mask. He'd lost it during the scuffle. Black hood down. The Katsuki Bakugo, the man you've been crushing on, straddling the chest of your would-be rapist, one large hand around that bastard's throat, gripping tightly. The other gripping a kitchen knife.

The man beneath him was stubborn; gurgling and grunting, attempting to breathe. But Katsuki acted like a stone wall; unflinching at his weakening attempts to free himself. "Damn, you're stubborn, aren't'cha?" Katsuki grunts, looking back down at his victim, applying even more pressure. "Just die already, you prick." he growls, grinning down him like the fucking Joker. After several more moments that felt like hours, the man being choked finally goes completely limp. "Good...good..." Katsuki coos, still gripping the dead man's throat tightly, before setting his knife down to crack his neck, making damn well sure he was dead.>

Afterward, Katsuki heaves a heavy sigh, almost as if he were holding his breath, moving off the dead man to sit on the concrete, rubbing his face with torn gloved hands. He sighs one more time, not noticing you step into view from where you were spying on him behind a wall. "Finally, sweetheart...you're safe, now..." you could hear him rasp.

He sounded relieved. And truthfully, you were too. "I won't let anything bad happen to you..." he sighs a soft vow, looking down, hands combing through his hair, elbows propped on his knees. He groans, remembering something, reaching out to get his knife, "Fuck, I gotta get back to yo--" his gaze being drawn to your figure. He tenses up, eyes widening fearfully. "This--" he chokes out, panicking. He forgoes the knife, and instead jumps up to step over the dead body, to move to you. You felt tears begin to roll down your cheeks. "This isn't what it looks li--?!" he's ended abruptly by you closing the distance and wrapping your arms around him.

"Thank you...'tsuki..." you muster in a small voice, gratefully. The giant man you were holding was quivering like a leaf in your arms. He sniffs wetly, and you hold onto him even tighter; trying to comfort him.

Moments later you could feel him wrap his arms around you, and for several minutes, you two held onto each other for dear life. "We gotta go." you tell him, pulling away to caress his cheek, and he leans into your palm with a minute nod. "We gotta go, okay? You killed someone. So we gotta go--we...can go to my place." you say, nodding back, and he pulls away to gather his mask and knife, perusing the area for anything that would get linked to him. Suddenly, the alleyway lights up, and he turns around to see you on the phone. Seeing the fear and panic in his eyes, you reach out to him as he hurries over to you. "Shh, 'tsuki. I gotta tell my friends I decided to bring you home, okay?" you tell him, stroking his bicep, turning the phone for him to see what you type out to your group chat to reassure him.

'Hey guys remember Kats? Well guess what N/N is bringing him home tonight 😋'

You could feel his tense form relax behind you. You take his arm, and lead the way to your humble abode, your mind reeling and heart thrumming anxiously over what was gonna happen when you and he were there.

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[yourloverfromthepast]

𝒜 𝒩𝐸𝒲 𝐿𝐼𝐹𝐸

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈...

SUMMARY: You just moved to New York City after you’ve been offered a somehwat peculiar job. Finally, you feel that this is the right occasion to change your life and move on, but soon you will realize that your ghosts of the past never really disappeared as you thought. 

PAIRINGS: The Avengers x F!reader - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader - Matt Murdock x F! Reader 

WORD COUNT: 1000

WARNINGS: just some cursing...for now👀 (yes bestie, I’m writing this mainly for you; don't worry, you'll see some smut in the future *wink wink*)

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕...

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi guys! So, to make it short, this is my first time writing something like this, and I literally wrote the story while listening to Lana Del Rey and the Euphoria soundtrack, lmao. I apologize in advance if while reading you’ll find some mistakes, unfortunately English is not my first language, but I’ll still do my best to write this as clear and comprehensible as possible. i know it’s very short, but first I wanted to have a feedback from someone before really putting myself into it. I just hope you’ll like it and...let me know what you think. Enjoy! 

CHAPTER 2 HERE!

𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑨𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑬! 100%

You didn’t sleep that night. Of course you didn’t. How could you? You were too excited - and to be honest also a bit scared - to meet your new colleagues the next day to even TRY to sleep. After all, you’ve always admired them: The Avengers.

Exactly. The Avengers. The team of superheroes where a Russian spy, a Germanic god, a man with anger issues, Robin Hood, a man with a flying armor, the most patriotic thing you’ve ever seen, and their friends, were protecting the world from any danger. You couldn’t understand how Tony Stark, the Iron Man himself, noticed and picked YOU to become a new member of the group, but obviously you would have never been against all of that. On the contrary, you had hoped for a quite long time to be seen from at least one of the members, but you still were too confused to figure out how he discovered you. 

4.00 AM

You raised your head to look at the bright red time that your alarm clock was projecting onto the ceiling.

‘‘Fffuuuuck’’ you yelled exasperated into the pillow. You perfectly knew how big and dark your eye bags would have been for the rest of the day, but for as much as you tried, you simply couldn’t sleep. ‘‘Ok, screw it. I give up’’. With all the energy you had in your body, you jumped up from the double bed. You put your phone on charge - since you used it all night ‘‘to try to sleep’’ - took a bunch of beauty products such as body lotion, and some face masks, you undressed, and entered the shower. At that moment, you just wanted to take care of yourself, something you hadn’t done in months, after what happened.

‘‘Y/n?’’

‘‘Y/n, is that you?’’

‘‘Y/n!’’

You immediately opened your eyes, finding yourself sitting in the shower, shivering and breathing as if you had been forced to hold your breath for your entire life. You sighed. ‘‘It was a dream...just...a fucking dream’’. The water flowing over your tense body and its temperature relaxed you; it made you feel pampered as if wrapped in a warm hug, and you fell asleep for about fifteen or twenty minutes.

You showered as fast as possible. The silence of the night and the sound of the water echoing in that small room were killing you. That damned feeling reminded you of him... Out of the tub, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You tried to hold your breath to avoid crying, but it was stronger than you expected, and finally, you broke out.

‘‘I’m sorry...’’ you said sobbing and crouching in front of the sink. Hot tears running down your cheeks and falling to the floor.

‘‘I am so sorry...’’ 

After what you thought would have been an eternity spent crying, you washed your face. For some strange reason, you loved the feeling of hot - almost boiling - water on your face. You looked once again at yourself in the mirror and smiled. You realized you were finally ready to move on. You knew you were finally ready to start a new life.

7.00 AM

You were trembling, sitting on the couch waiting. You didn’t know exactly what you were waiting for, but you were there. First, looking at your phone; then at the door; then out the window and your phone again. You almost had a heart attack when you heard the ringtone. You panicked. ‘‘SHIT- oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!’’ Running towards the table you picked up the phone and answered the call.

‘‘Y-yes?’’

‘‘Good morning kiddo! Already awake?’’

‘‘Uuhm...who- who is this?’’

‘‘Oh c’mon! You’re telling me you never saved my number?’’

‘‘You never gave her your number Tony..’’ continued a feminine voice.

‘‘Hm, you’re right...WELL, it doesn’t matter. Let’s start again. Hi kiddo, I’m the genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man. Do you remember?’’ Fuck. It was him.

‘‘Oh crap- y-yeah! Of course I do! Uuhm, h-hi sir Stark!’’ you said with a shaking voice. 

‘‘Ahahahaha ‘sir Stark’, I kinda like that... Wow, you really are a genius kid. You could be an example for the others. Hey guys! Have you heard it? You should start to call me ‘Sir Stark’ too! After all, you need to show me some respect! I sacrificed myself to save the world from a bunch of intergalactic aliens, y’know!’’

‘‘Oh my- TONY! Just- gimme the phone’’ the same feminine voice of before interrupted him. ‘‘Hi darling, how are you? I’m Natasha, but you can just call me Nat, nice to meet you. Well, since we have no time, I just wanted to inform you: around 8:30 a black car will park right in front of your condominium. Don’t worry, it will just be our agent Phil ready to pick you up and bring you here! When you will arrive we’ll just finish the introductions. See you later then!’’ and she hanged up.

You looked at the clock. You had an hour to calm yourself down and rehearse your speech. Perfect.

‘‘Ok, so..*cough cough* Hi guys! I’m y/n, nice to meet you!’’

...

‘‘Oh my fucking god, NO, what the fuck is this!?! What am I?? A fucking toddler?? Man, this will be more difficult than I expected. Pleeeease dear god, I need your help!’’ you said throwing your head back and shutting your eyes, when suddenly, an idea flashed into your head. You slowly reopened your eyes and ran to your bedroom. Standing in front of the night table, you bent down and opened its third drawer just to take out a pair of reddish, round sunglasses. You looked out the window. It was a sunny hot day. You gave them another look.

‘‘Perfect’’ you said smiling.

You put the glasses on and walked over to the large mirror in the corner of the room.

‘‘These will surely bring me some luck. Thank you babe, I love you’’

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[persoulnal]

ALMOST YOURS JJK- 2

Mafia! JK x nurse reader

word count: 3k

genre: mafia au

warnings: mentions of bullet wound and taking a bullet out, mentions of stitches, blood, cursing

A/N: i struggled to write this so it probably sucks but the plot be picking up 👀 also unedited as of right now, will fix later 

LIBEROSIS: The desire to care less about things.

"I can't accept this." You threw down the bag in front of the male who sat eating his cheeseburger hidden away in the back of the hospital cafeteria. His legs were spread across the timid booth and his elbows rested against the table.

"Too bad." He pulled his sandwich closer to his face taking another mouthful of the meat before shoving the bag back towards you. "It's yours."

"Jungkook." You looked around to make sure people weren't nearby. "It's fucking ten thousand dollars."

"And?" He now reached for his bag of lays, he threw chips in his mouth as your eyes widen down at his lax figure.

"What do you mean? I can't take ten thousand dollars from you guys!" You whispered. "I told you it was fine just take the money back."

"Y/N," He lifted the bag pushing it towards your body, "Just take the damn thing."

You huffed realizing you really couldn't fight him on this. It was a surprise when you opened the small bag last night to reveal stacks of cash with a little smiley face sticky note on it saying 'enjoy :)'. You knew it was risky to take it, who knows where that money came from. But with what it looks like now you have no other option but to take it.

You stood there for a moment looking around before walking away from Jungkook heading back to the ER unit getting ready to finish your last hour of work. You've been there since 3 AM, and at 1 PM you would enjoy the glorious freedom of having two days off work. It was due to your extra hours helping the last few days at the surgery unit.

Walking back, you noticed a familiar man standing at the front desk running his fingers against the counter. He impatiently looked around the room peering down the halls to see if any nurse would pop out to help him.

"Your friend is in the cafeteria," You don't make eye contact as you grab a few charts reviewing their files.

"You work here too?" The individual tilted his head, curiously eyeing your figure wondering why he's never seen you here before. He's been here plenty of times recently but had never spotted your face in the crowd.

"No, I just wear scrubs and cosplay Grey's Anatomy." You look up making eye contact with Taehyung, "Yes I work here dummy."

He looked down at the bag you placed on the counter raising his eyebrows, "You shouldn't leave it out like that, you know it's a lot of money."

"I know was trying to give the damn thing back to Jungkook but he wouldn't take it," You sighed bringing your hands up to rub your eyes. "Are you going to go look for him?"

"Don't need to he's already coming this way," He pointed his head in the direction of Jungkook who had his hands in the pocket of his jacket as he took a bite of an apple.

With that you walked away heading to your first patient's room. It was a teen girl who was experiencing some vision issues, like seeing white spots, and her primary care provider advised they get it checked out due to past heart issues.

Thankfully, it was nothing big, just migraines which you knew too much about, and the doctor was able to send her home safely after giving her a cocktail of medicines to ease the pain.

After that you saw a few more patients that varied in situation, and thankfully none were stress inducing enough to give you a headache, so before you knew it you were back out doing paperwork while your fellow co-workers around you talked.

"So, let's talk about the cutie that got transferred to our department." Lisa wiggled her eyebrows and Tina clapped excitedly. "What was his name again? Junko? Jung-"

"Jungkook got transferred here?" You interrupted her, the file in your hands slamming against the table.

"Yeah! Asked for an hour switch and got put with us!" Tina confirmed grabbing the paperwork from the printer beside her. "He is so hot."

"Truly a walking god. Man, I want to have a night with him. Have you seen those arms?" Lisa's hand supported her chin as her gaze travels across the room in a daydream.

While the two of them seemed quite happy to have the handsome boy in your unit, you were quite the opposite. You wouldn't deny that Jungkook was not everything you could ever ask for in a man. He was incredibly beautiful, soft skin blending with his soft features, the small mole below his lip being something you found cute. He had a body to die for, the scrubs did not do its job of hiding his toned, muscular arms. The material clung to his biceps and when he would carry something heavy, his arm veins would be on display causing many of the staff to water at the mouth. He was a perfect guy, at least seemingly perfect, but you knew the truth. He was a gang member, mafia member, whatever the hell he was in. He was a criminal and probably killed people. No matter how attractive he is you did not want to get mixed up in any mafia shit.

"Speaking of the sex God." Tina lowered her voice as Jungkook strode down the hallway, a big box of supplies in his very pretty hands, arms flexing and veins out. He walked with another newbie, Minhyuck, and they seemed to be laughing at something one of them said.

Along with the others, your eyes trailed his figure as he continued down the hallway nearing the desk you all were at. The pen in your hand spun as you spiraled into various thoughts, all of them surrounding the man before you.

He was a mafia member, and he was also your coworker. Knowing this information is enough for you to try and get him fired, to have him not be your coworker who is a mafia member anymore, but if you did that you would probably be on the 9 AM news found in a ditch. So, you decided to just let him stay. He wasn't causing any trouble and was there for a half decent reason; he wanted to take care of the mafia members when they get injured. He wanted to save a life and who were you to deny that.

"Y/N!" Though you were staring, you were zoned out to the point where you didn't realize that Jungkook had looked over to your desk.

When he called your name, your eyes widened, and you quickly looked away back to your file. With the box still in his hand, he jogged a bit to reach the desk placing on the counter and leaned over.

"Y/N. Fancy seeing your here." He tried to catch a peek at the file you were holding but you shut it and looked up to him.

"I literally work here. And this is confidential patient information. Stop snooping."

"But I'm in your unit now." He smirked. "Can't I see the files?"

"It's not your patient." You grabbed the stack of files and stood from your seat no longer wanting to converse with him. Lisa and Tina were giving you weird glances and Lisa even managed to kick your chair lightly (to which you gave her a glare). "Don't you have supplies to put away?"

He looked to his left where the large box was placed and where his fried used to be. "Yeah. I'll see you later. You too Lisa and Tina."

Once Jungkook left you stood too taking your leave before Tina or Lisa could stop you.

"Are you stalking me?"

You were walking on your route home, white sneakers hitting the wet pavement and sending small splashes out. Your jacket hung over your body keeping the rain from fully reaching your skin, but the thin cloth material could only do so much. While walking home you, were able to pick up on things that would happen around this time. The nighttime walk was the easiest to fine differences, not much happened during the night, but walking today at 1:10 pm it was a bit more difficult to spot the raven-haired boy trailing around you.

"How did you notice me tailing you?" He was behind the wall but peeked around when you spotted him.

"It's not that difficult to notice." You weren't entirely wrong. Noticing someone following you isn't hard, not when you pay attention.

"Yeah, but I trail people for a job. I'm supposed to be good at it." Jungkook huffed placing his hands i  his pockets.

"I guess you got sloppy." Jungkook's phone began to ring, and he quickly shoved his hand into his jeans answering it.

You tried not to listen; you were never one to zone in on conversations others had, but you could still hear small details. It seems he was being summoned someone, the flow of swears after showed it was urgent and something quite damaging happened. The hand through the hair was another cue that this call was no good.

"Ok, yeah I'll come right away. No, I don't need someone to pick me up I have my bike." He hung up and jogged to catch up to where you were. "Hey. We need your help with something."

Eyebrows raised waiting for him to explain.

"You up to stitch up another bullet wound?"

You thought the ride there would be the scariest thing of the evening, but when you saw the sight of Park Jimin lying on the table, blood-soaked shirt and jeans, nose swollen and arms cut, you realized you were wrong.

Jungkook rode a bike, not just any bike, a big, huge motorcycle that he used to whip around lanes and run red lights. You held on for dear life in those moment wondering if the next truck would hit you two, and it thankfully didn't. Pulling up to the gated mansion, shivers ran through your body and your body tensed at the sight. When Jungkook rushed off the bike it took you a few more seconds to follow still trying to reorient yourself.

"Y/N?" Jungkook snapped you out of trance and you stumbled with the duffle bag in hand to reach the door. From there you followed Jungkook who was approached by three different men, one being Taehyung, and they explained the situation. You avoided looking around not wanting to remember being here at all, you just wanted to help Jimin and leave right after.

"The Kangs? God damn it. How did Jimin not see them?" Jungkook finally reached their makeshift infirmary door sliding it open to reveal Jimin and another man. Jimin was on the table losing his consciousness by the second. Blood was dripping from the table to the floor, and his shirt was stained red.  "How the fuck did they sneak up on him?"

"A group came out of nowhere trying to get information out of him. They didn't want to risk bringing him to another location. It was a power move too." The man to the right explained.

"What information did they want?" Jungkook and the man exchanged looks while you began to set everything up. You stole from the hospital grabbing materials after Jungkook stated that it was bad. Once everything was laid out you decided to move in and cut Jimin's shirt off to expose the wound.

One bullet wound on the left side of his stomach and three stab wounds scattered around. He looked like hell and the sight of it made you queasy, but you stomached it down to get working.

"Do you mind placing this in his mouth? When I do stitches, he won't want to bite his teeth to shreds" The man who sat beside Jimin nodded and grabbed the rolled towel from your hands placing it in Jimin's mouth. In your haste of grabbing (stealing) materials you forgot to grab something that would reduce the pain.

After that you got to work. Biggest thing was getting the bullet out. With the tools you grabbed it would be easy once the bullet was located. Jungkook had returned to your side and prepped the other materials.

"Jungkook. You never told me he was on the brink of death." You breathed out hurrying to remove the bullet. "He's going to need a blood transplant do know his blood-"

"He's type A, same as me." Jungkook replied.

"Is anyone else type A? I need your help and you can't sit down and give blood for that." Bingo you found the bullet. Removing your finger, you reached for the tool and lodged it in his wound. Jimin let out a cry in pain while his body fidgeted around.

"I am." The boy with blond hair raised his hand.

"Perfect. There are blood bags and IVS in the bag." You blew the stray piece of hair out of your face as you pulled the bullet out. "Have Jungkook insert the IV and have another person watch it."

"Okay Jimin, time for the hard part."

Three wound stitches later and a whole lot of sweat, Jimin was finally in a stable (at least as stable as he could be in a non-hospital environment) condition. The blood transfusion went well, and the blood loss lessened.

"Wow you are literally a lifesaver." The man who gave the blood for Jimin, who you found out was named Hoseok, helped pick up the various blood-soaked rags and empty medical containers.

"That's my job." You were also picking up the spare containers throwing it into the large garbage bag in the middle.

"Yeah, but what you did was amazing. We could have lost him. You saved two of our men's lives." A new person stood in the doorway, his figure towering over everyone else in the room. His bulky arms cross as his body used the door frame for support.

"It was really nothing." You felt small in his presence but also felt a sense of security.

"I'm Namjoon." He stepped forward reaching his arm out. "I apologize for not being able to meet you sooner. I had some business to take care of."

"It's fine." After shaking his hand, you continued to clean not wanting to stay in this mansion any longer than necessary.

There were two things that Namjoon would follow up with. The first would just be a simple thank you, possibly some praise for your hard work. He would shove another check in your direction and send you off with four months' rent. He would make sure you felt appreciated for what you did.

The second option is he would offer you a job. Yes, a job. He would offer you work at this mafia mansion to be their personal doctor. You would fix up the men and nurse them to health. Pay would be more than exceptional. But if you denied he could keep prying you to do it. You didn't know him, from speaking with him before and seeing him now, you didn't think he could be one of the dirty mafias men but looks can be deceiving.

"You don't need to clean, my men will take care of it. Please rest."  He pulled out a spare chair and urged you to sit in it. Awkwardly walking, you reach the chair and sit. Namjoon pulled a similar chair out for himself and sat across from you. "Thank you for you work today. And the other day too with Taehyung. You truly have done a good deed for this family."

Family. Mafias were family. A bunch of rag-tag random men, some actually blood related but most not, working under a boss that claims everyone there to be family. Family.

"As for pay we will give it to you upon your leave. And since you have said not one but two lives, you will be put on our no harm list. I will have someone detail that later." He paused.

You knew of the no harm list. It was a list of individuals who have done a great deed for a mafia, and this deed put them on a list that would ensure their indefinite safety. If a different gang were to attack, Bangtan would save them.

"But I do have a question for you, Y/N."

"How do you know my name?" Your body stiffened in the chair, hands clutched the sides in anticipation. Did Jungkook expose you after saying he wouldn't?

"We are very crafty with searching people. Also, Taehyung is pretty good at remembering where he was." Namjoon explained and you nodded slowly. "Your file was pretty blank. Most information unknown, like your childhood, but that's not the point. We want to offer you a job here-"

"No."

"I didn't get to finish." Namjoon seemed disgruntled when you cut him off, something you have done before. "I wanted to offer you a job, but you seem pretty sold to not take it."

"No, I don't want the job. I prefer to stay out of mafia business." You stood up. "Actually, I would like to leave as soon as possible. I can inform Jungkook of proper care procedures and such."

"Of course, Y/N." Namjoon stood too shoving the chair to the side. "The job is always open if you change your mind. I will have one of my men drive you home. Thank you for your help."

"My pleasure."

You were a mystery. Jungkook knew it the moment he saw you at the office. He wasn't a creep by any means, but he did take an interest in you when you saved a little girl on his first day. Your passion for this job was tenfold but he could see a glint of guilt in your eyes. When the show was over your face fell and eyes zoned out.

After that day he went to his computer and searched your name. It wasn't hard to find at the hospital, the desk and timesheets had everyone's name, and but finding you in the systems proved more difficult. Very little information was provided, only subliminal items such as your name and address were shown. No previous address nor schools attended were on record. It was as if you were a ghost before the age of fifteen, and that intrigued him. You were the mystery he wanted to solve.

And fate stoke that very night you found Taehyung bleeding out on the side of the rode, the one link he needed to talk to you more and find out more about you.

"Jungkook." It had been long after you were given a ride home by Hoseok, and Jungkook sat in the room with Jimin checking up on him every now and then. "I would like you to keep an eye on Y/N."

"Why?" Jungkook tried to make out Namjoon's figure in the dim room.

"Something doesn't sit right with me."

Jungkook agreed.

"How is the first fifteen years of her life erased?" Namjoon thought aloud.

Namjoon turned to leave but stopped in his tracks. "And Jungkook, while watching her make sure to keep track of those around her."

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